#gold/ruby drop earrings

[housecow]

btw y’all. my ideal outfit during winter is a huge fur coat + tight dress w my boobs pouring out. i live to look expensive and fat

[customfinejewelry]

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[brokenroom]

[beansprean]

I always say Guillermo should get more fashionable as a vampire, so i made it happen - here's some of my favorite reds!

ty to @g0sts for being the perfect model~

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(ID in alt and under cut)

Full body of vampire Guillermo taking a mirror selfie and flashing a peace sign. His phone case is a photo of Armand. He is wearing a dark green button shirt with tiny red polka dots and gold capped collar wings, a gold bat bolo tie with red strings, red suspenders with gold fang shaped clasps, tight black pants, black boots with gold toe caps, a red overcoat with gold details and bat wing tails, red bolo earrings, and several gold jade and ruby rings.

Repeat. He is wearing a bright red suit with a darker shawl collar and gold buttons over a black leather corset top laced up to the bottom of his breastbone, red frill at the hem. He has black boots with gold heels, a gold hoop in one ear, and three strings of gold beads around his neck.

Repeat. He is wearing a pale brick red button shirt with darker stripes over a deeper red knit sweater vest with a chevron pattern, brown chinos, brown tassel loafers with a rose pattern, several white gold rings, ruby drop earrings, and a metal rose brooch with a chain pinned to his collar.

Repeat. He is wearing a red button shirt with a low cut collar and a bellflower pattern. The collar and cuffs are black with a red lace pattern and each hem is studded with pearls. He has a black belt with a silver buckle, dark brown striped chinos, brown derby shoes, double pearl earrings, two strings of pearls and a sapphire pendant at his neck, and multiple gold, silver, and sapphire studded rings on nearly every finger.

Repeat. He is wearing a red balloon-sleeved button shirt with a black fishnet and pearl pattern with some darker flowers over a dark blue cropped sweater vest, high waisted red jeans, and dark blue slippers. He has pearl drop earrings and a ring with a large ruby stone.

Repeat. He is wearing a black shirt with red buttons, a pair of ruby collar pins with a chain, a ruby drop earring, a red sweater with a knit heart pattern, plaid blackish blue chinos, black boots with a red rose pattern, and a black overcoat with red buttons and a double breasted collar on only one side, revealing a red silk interior.

Repeat. He is wearing a sheer lace button shirt in a curling flower pattern, a pair of collar pins resembling dripping blood, a red tie with gold studs, a red waistcoat with a darker flower lace pattern, dark green chinos, black combat boots, several gold rings, and gold fang shaped stud earrings.

Repeat. He is wearing a blue striped button shirt, a cropped red velvet waistcoat with gold buttons and pocket chain, a red ascot with a gold spider brooch, a gold drop earring, a dark blue suit jacket and matching trousers, glittery red and gold boots, a long dark red trenchcoat with a wing tip collar, and several gold rings.

Repeat. He is wearing a sheer button shirt with a bright red heart pattern over a black tank top, red jeans, ruby drop earrings, a silver heart shaped ring, and brown oxfords with a heart shaped toe cap. /end ID

[neckromantics]

Astarion loves to take baths with you.

It's one of his favorite ways to spend his downtime in general, honestly. Not only is the bath such a soothing place to be (you know once this man has the option, he's going to splurge on a vast collection of luxury soaps, oils, hair masks, and body scrubs- the list goes on.), but there's just something about it that makes him feel so normal? Mortal, almost.

If he lets himself soak just long enough, the heat from the water begins to nullify the vampiric chill that he's grown ever so used to. It's a pleasant warmth that works its way past pale skin- past tired muscles and aching sinew- and settles down deep into his very bones. For a few precious moments, he can convince himself that the eternal discomfort of undeath has made off for good this time.

And his hair always looks spectacular after wash day. It's a win-win scenario for him. So for his favorite person to be involved as well? Well, that just makes it all the more better.

-

This time, you're lounging on the floor nearby as he soaks- having stuck around after washing his hair for him as he oh-so-kindly requested of you. He's still a bit new at asking for small acts of kindness, so of course, you jumped at the chance to put your hands to good use. You were so careful not to catch your fingers on any snags as you worked a sweet-smelling soap through his wet curls, nails scrubbing away at his scalp even after it's all rinsed away just to hear him purr for you.

You're leaning against the bath, cheek cushioned against your forearm as it rests along the edge. The other swirls idly in the water- kept heated by clever use of prestidigitation (you'd recently picked up this cantrip for purposes such as this) and softened by the finest oils stolen gold could purchase. The curtains in your room are carefully drawn, and although your source of light comes from the multitude of candles scattered about, it's still enough to see the nice flush the heat brings to his skin. It's a little odd to see him so pinkened, and obviously, you can't help but stare no matter how hard you try not to.

It's the blood- your blood- that's pooling beneath the surface of his skin and giving him this radiance that many a man would covet.

Rose blooms a pretty bouquet on the smooth skin of his chest, up the length of his bared throat as he rests his head, and even reaches the tips of the pointy ears you so adore. Gods, even his knuckles are pinker when he reaches a hand out of the water to push his hair away from his forehead, and your gaze immediately follows the trail of soapy water as it glides down his wrist- drip-drops from his elbow and back into the bath.

Astarion looks so... peaceful like this.

Pale lashes rest upon warm cheeks as he reclines, face fallen soft, similar to how it does when he's deep in trance. A part of you wonders if this is how he might have looked back some two hundred years ago, before the affliction that was bestowed upon him by his old (now deceased, you celebrate mentally) master.

Eyes of ruby open just a crack, and you know that smug smile is coming before his lips so much as twitch.

"You know, my dear, most people consider staring to be rather rude." He purrs.

You're proud to say you don't miss a beat.

"Good thing you're nothing like most people then, hm?" Quick wit- a developing side effect from the many days spent traveling with the cheekiest rogue in all of Faerûn.

Quick as you may be– he is quicker. 

"Ah, right you are. Most people aren't nearly as beautiful as I am– one can hardly blame you for all of your slack-jawed gawping."

A half-huffed laugh is pulled out of you. Astarion loves to pretend he isn't just as delighted by your glossy-eyed admiring as he is amused.

And here you are again, suddenly distracted by the slightest bounce of silver curls when he tilts his head to watch your smile hit your eyes. His hair looks a bit longer when it's weighed down by bathwater and conditioning oils, almost to the point where some bits just barely brush his shoulders. You're so mesmerized that you have to touch him. The hand that's been playing in the water comes up to brush a few nearly translucent hairs away from where they've stuck to the curve of his neck, lingering afterward to carefully trace a finger down to his collarbone as you continue your oggle-fest.

Only just a moment longer, you tell yourself, and then you'll leave him be.

Yet, he doesn't let you pull away too far when you've finished. A deft hand comes up from the depths to capture yours the second you think about leaving him to his privacy, and you nearly jump at the unfamiliar temperature of its grasp.

He's warm.

Almost warmer than you, and it's honestly kind of jarring.

Astarion's still sporting that smile, although a bit kinder than before. If you weren't watching so closely, you'd miss how his eyes flash, uncharacteristically shy for just a moment before that heavy-lidded stare is set back in place. He brings your joined hands up to his mouth, petal-soft lips resting against the damp heel of your palm in a not-so-kiss.

They press for a long moment, and you can feel the appreciative hum he gives more than you can hear it. It occurs to you that he's probably just as dazed at your matching temperatures as you are.

"Get in here, darling." The command comes out as more of a question, really. You know in your heart that you have every right to refuse him if you really want to and that he wouldn't even consider holding it against you if you did.

But why in the hells would you ever do a thing as silly as that?

[gurugirl]

Dress up

sugardaddy!harry x yn | An extra for The Arrangement

Summary: Y/n dresses up in diamonds and jewels and thinks she looks sexy so she secretly makes a solo video of herself. But then she goes out on a limb and sends the video to Harry while he's working.

A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've given you an update for these two! This was requested! Here

Word Count: 4,548

Warning: 18+ only, smut, use of toys, spanking, sharing of a solo sex tape

The Arrangement Masterlist

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Y/n remembers a time when she’d wear clothes that were slightly unkempt. Clean but perhaps maybe a little wrinkled. Shirt hems and collars would be folded funny, buttons misaligned, sweaters and dresses not fitted properly…

Back then she relied on the drier to de-wrinkle her clothes. Nowadays a professional service delivered her freshly cleaned and pressed items to her door. All of which were tailored to fit her perfectly.

So it wasn’t unusual for Y/n to play dress up with herself when Harry was away at the office and she was at home alone. She enjoyed having such nice clothes and things filling her closet. It’s something she never had before.

She’d layer on a silk Chanel dress with her Ferragamo belt, a Hermes scarf, and the expensive custom disk hat with silk roses Harry bought her when they went to the Kentucky Derby. She’d watch herself in the long floor-length mirror and practice walking like a woman who owned the kind of clothes she was wearing.

But sometimes she focused on the jewelry. The pretty shiny rocks and jewels, delicately woven precious metal bands and chains… Harry had bought her more jewelry than she’d ever seen in her life. Diamonds, gold, platinum, rubies, emeralds, pearls, silver… Rings, watches, brooches, necklaces, anklets, earrings, belts, and bracelets. You name it.

And on this particular evening, Harry was at a dinner meeting that was going to run late. She’d bathed and put on her perfumed moisturizing balm and then walked naked into her massive walk-in closet where she opened up her lingerie drawer and spotted the elbow-length velvet opera gloves. She’d only ever worn them once but she remembers the way they felt on her arms and how luxurious it made her feel.

Watching herself in her mirror she slid each glove up her arms and posed, raising her arms over her head to lift her tits and make her tummy appear more svelte.

She grinned as she turned and then she had a sudden idea. Opening up her jewelry armoire she was presented with shiny, sparkly bobbles and jewels.

“Siri… shuffle music by Sara Vaughan to the master bedroom speakers.”

When the jazzy slow music began to play she traced her gloved fingers over the diamond necklace she often wished she could wear every day. It was littered in diamonds, the drop cutting down to just above her cleavage. Lifting it up she placed it gently over her head and laid it over her bust. It was spectacular. Heavy and twinkly and chilled on her skin. She smoothed her hands down her body and stared at her figure in the mirror wearing nothing but gloves and the ridiculously expensive necklace Harry had bought her.

Which then gave her the idea to add on the pretty rainbow jewel body belt. The thin chain was loaded with various colored diamonds, emeralds, rubies, topaz… The end of the chain draped down her back, laying just over her bum with a pretty pearl at the end. Then she put on the drop diamond earrings that matched the necklace. The bottom diamond was so big it nearly reached her shoulder when she shrugged.

She layered pearls and opals and her diamond bracelets over her gloved wrists and then slid on her black high heels, doing a dramatic twirl and bending to see her backside with a giggle.

She swayed her hips to the sexy music crooning through the speakers and then grinned at herself in the mirror, “Look how pretty… Daddy would love this.”

Feeling her naked skin under her gloves was a dream. The way the velvet ran smoothly over her flesh felt sexy and the more jewelry she layered on the prettier she felt. All sparkly and fancy with soft skin and perked nipples.

Sitting her video camera on its stand next to the mirror she hit record and began dancing slowly with herself, all decked out in diamonds. Running her hands over her curves and up to her tits she bit her lip and looked at the camera, “There isn’t anyone that wouldn’t want to have this…” She spun around and laughed to herself before bending at the waist and spreading her thighs just enough that the camera could catch the view of her pussy from behind.

Peeking over her shoulder she stared into the lens and drew a hand down her back and over her bottom before swatting a cheek and moaning softly, “Not so bad with the glove,” she spoke aloud as she lowered her fingers until she could feel the velvet sliding over her pussy, back and forth.

Humming she looked at herself in the mirror and then pressed her finger over her other tight hole, “Needs a little sparkle, doesn’t it?”

She stood up and pulled open her toy drawer to select the plug of the night. It was an easy choice. The anal plug with diamonds. Real diamonds. Another thing she didn’t often wear because it was the least practical of her plugs. But it was pretty.

Stepping back up to the camera she held the plug up and drizzled lube over the tip then repeated the words of the song Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets…

Bending at the waist, ass aimed toward the camera she took her left hand and pulled at her cheek as she began to push the plug into her hole with her right hand. Y/n had become quite the expert at putting in her own plugs. She was used to it now. Even though Harry always told her to not do it when he wasn’t present, she often did it anyway. They had fun with it every time he found out she disobeyed him (but she knew he secretly loved it).

“Oh!” She squeaked when the cool metal fit into place and stretched her out. “Feels so good…” she swayed her hips as she spread her ass cheeks for the camera and hummed to the music.

Turning around to face the camera she tutted at herself, “Beautiful… So sparkly. Think I deserve a treat,” she grinned at her reflection and brushed her hand down her torso to her hips, and raised the other arm over her head as she toyed with her clit and gasped.

Of course, she was putting on a little show. Something to watch later on in private. She’d gotten in the habit of making little videos of herself dancing naked or masturbating. Or just talking about nothing really. She’d started to feel so confident and happy with herself thanks to Harry. And the videos were her naughty little secret. Sometimes, with the extra sexy ones, she’d even touch herself as she rewatched them later on, loving the way she looked.

This time was no different. She was stunning with sparkly jewels and velvet gloves. Long stretched of bare skin, breasts bouncing as she swayed and twirled.

Reaching for her breasts she squished them together with a moan and then jiggled them at the camera before swiping her thumb over each nipple, “Get those nice and hard. We know how much I like hard things don’t we?” She laughed to herself.

Reaching into her toy drawer she found her tiny pink vibrator and turned it on, “Gonna feel so good,” she ran the small toy down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her belly button, and then circled it over her pussy with a sharp inhale.

Moving to the music she kept her eyes on the camera and continued pressing the toy against her clit, “Oh… I’m getting so wet.”

Her breathing picked up and her nipples tightened more, goosebumps covered her skin as she felt the yummy sensation of arousal fill her veins.

“Mmm… I do it so well. Always get myself off. Don’t need Daddy every time, do we?” She chuckled and then gasped when she pressed the toy harder against her bud.

“So wet already. Such a dirty, horny girl…” she bit her lip and turned off the pink toy before placing it on the counter and running her velvet-covered fingers up and down her swollen, wet pussy, “So messy… mmm… Gonna get in so much trouble doing this. I think Daddy’s gonna have to spank me.”

The more she stroked her pearl the wetter her gloves got. She clenched her empty hole and moaned, “Need more. Like all my holes stuffed,” she spoke breathily as she peeked into her drawer and pulled out her clear silicone dildo. The extra long one that was ridged thickly and made her come so fast. She needed to get on with the show. Harry would be coming back soon.

Pulling her soft chair in front of the mirror and the camera she gently sat and cooed at the feel of the plug shifting under her bum, “Oop! Fuck that’s feeling really good.”

Y/n lifted her legs, planting her heeled feet on the seat cushion and spreading her thighs so there was an excellent view of her plug and her pussy.

“I’ve gotten myself all wet,” she drew a finger over her inner thigh and licked at the velvet-gloved finger, “Mm! I know why Daddy says it tastes so good. So yummy,” she sighed as she spread her legs wider and placed the dildo against her pussy lips, running it through her slippery folds before finally pushing it in slowly.

She parted her lips and stared into the camera as she began to work the silicone toy in and out until she could push it in deep and it pressed into the shared wall where her anal plug was. The toy tucked in her ass bobbed every time she thrust the dildo in deep and she moaned at the sight, “Oh my god… that’s so hot isn’t it? Look at how both holes take everything I give them so well.”

Fucking herself with the dildo and rubbing her clit with her gloves she stretched her neck back and whined loudly.

The slick sound of her cunt around the silicone toy filled the spaces between the notes and the music playing, just loud enough for the camera to pick up the sound. Going in faster she lulled her head forward to keep her eyes on the camera but she was in a bit of a daze. She always tried to keep her eyes open for the camera when she came because that was her favorite.

“Good girl, baby… Taking your toys so good. Fucking look like a goddess right now. Oh shit… that’s it… doing it so good…”

Her chest was rising and falling and she heard the chime of an incoming text, which she was sure was Harry, “Daddy’s trying to reach me,” she laughed playfully, “But his little girl is busy fucking herself, isn’t that right?”

It wasn’t long before she was shaking and her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her velvet gloves were ruined with her arousal as she fingered her swollen clit and clamped down on the dildo and the plug with a soft cry, “Oh god! Right there… Fuck…”

Her orgasm had wiped her out. She tried keeping her eyes on the camera but her whole head was swirling with pleasure and lust as she trembled and moaned, creaming all over her dildo.

She heaved and pulled the toy out, dropping it to the floor, and leaned back into the cushion to recover for a moment, “So good. You always do it right. Even better than Daddy sometimes,” she snorted a laugh and sat up to look at the camera teasingly before wobbly legs took her across the space to turn off the recording on her camera.

.             .             .

Y/n had watched her newest home video at least four times. And she was so turned on every time she watched it, she’d make herself come in record time, rubbing her clit and feeling so proud of how pretty she looked and how brave she’d become since she’d been with Harry.

And the recent video with all the jewels was her best work yet. She really loved it. So much so that she was thinking about sharing it with Harry. She wondered what he’d think about it. She was positive he’d just go nuts over it like she did. He’d act all upset and stoic. Probably give her a good spanking (at least) but she knew he’d adore it.

So, in a moment of sheer insanity or bravery (she wasn’t sure which) she tucked her top row of teeth into her bottom lip, attached the video to a text message for Harry, and squealed when she hit send. She couldn’t believe she’d sent it. All of her solo videos had been her little secret all this time but now she was bringing Harry into the mix by showing him.

It was 2 pm on a Wednesday. He was at the office and probably just getting out of his most recent meeting. And she knew he’d see it shortly after she sent it.

She kept her eye on the screen of her phone, waiting for the message to say ‘read’. It only took a few minutes. She giggled to herself as she snuggled into the couch with her laptop and watched the video, trying to time it so that she was watching it at the same time he was. Wondering what he was thinking with every minute that drew on.

Her heart was racing in anticipation of his response. She knew she’d be in for a bit of punishment but she didn’t know exactly what to expect from it.

But then minute after minute drew on. The video had ended and there was no word from Harry. No bobbing dots to indicate he was texting. No phone call. Nada.

She felt heat creep over her skin as she thought about all the ways Harry would teach her a lesson. Y/n knew Harry was making a plan. Surely he was devising some kind of punishment for her misbehavior. She couldn’t wait.

Less than an hour later Harry was walking through the front door. Y/n peeked over the back of the couch toward the foyer entry and she saw him pass through but he didn’t look in her direction. He breezed by cooly and went into the kitchen.

Y/n scrambled off the couch to follow after him. He was pouring a glass of water for himself silently when she rounded the island and put her hands on his shoulders, “Hi, Daddy.”

He grunted and moved away, making her hands fall from his back as he put the water pitcher back into the fridge before taking a long gulp of his water.

Waiting silently for him to award her a glance she watched her man place the empty glass into the sink as he sighed, placing his palms flat onto the marble countertop, “So you think you can take care of yourself better than I can? Is that right?”

She knew that line would stick out to him.

“I was just teasing. You know no one does it better than you, Da–“

“And you disobeyed me. Looked like you were having the time of your life, Y/n. Did you enjoy wearing all the expensive jewelry I bought you? Enjoyed getting yourself off while I was working hard to keep a roof over your head?” He turned and looked at her. Stern and serious.

Now she knew he was being dramatic. The whole keep-a-roof-over-your-head comment was a bit silly. Harry could retire right then if he wanted to.

“I did enjoy it, actually,” she quipped back before biting her lip.

“Well now at least you’re being honest with me. When did you make the video? Was this today?”

Shaking her head she leaned into the counter, “A week ago.”

He nodded slowly, his green eyes trailing down over her body. She was only wearing one of his t-shirts.

“And what were you up to today that compelled you to send me this one-week-old video?”

 She gulped, “Nothing really. Um… I just wanted to share it with you because I liked it. Thought you’d like it to.” She said blinking her eyes innocently at him.

Harry sniffed, “It was very pretty to look at. But you went against my explicit rules. Does Daddy not give you enough orgasms every day? Every morning and every night I work to keep you satisfied. Are you so desperate for an orgasm that you can’t wait a few hours until I get home?”

She breathed shallowly and looked down, “I just sometimes like to do it myself. And I felt so pretty.”

Y/n felt Harry’s touch on her arm, “Come.”

She followed him upstairs to her closet where he opened up her drawers until he found her toys and then her gloves and opened up the jewelry armoire.

“Put everything on that you had in the video. Meet me in the bedroom when you’re ready.”

Y/n felt her nerves bubble as she put everything on. The jewels, the gloves, the plug, and her heels. She sighed as she gave herself a once over in the mirror before stepping out into the bedroom where Harry was seated at the end of the bed facing the TV. Her video on the large screen paused at the beginning. He had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, ready to get to work.

“C’mere,” he patted his lap. He kept his eyes focused on her body as she neared him and placed her hand on his shoulder to sit down but he pulled her over his thighs, tummy down, and ass up where he gave her a very swift smack and then massaged at the meat of her bum, pulling her plushy cheeks apart and tapped her plug, “Good. Looks like we’re all set.”

Her head was hanging down and the weight of the necklace was especially heavy in her new position, the earrings pulling at her lobes as she rocked over him to stabilize herself. She imagined she was going to need to hang on to something.

“Watch with me. Lift your head. Let’s see this dirty little video my spoiled girl made.”

She scoured the screen with her eyes, her body in view and the jewels glinting off the light from above her. Y/n had to strain to keep her head up. She leveraged herself up with her hand on the bed next to Harry’s thigh.

She had seen the video enough times that she had the whole thing nearly memorized. The music, the moment she bends and shows the camera her plug, the lines she spoke…

Harry spanked her ass, two stinging open palmed swats to each side and she winced at the pain and gasped as she slid down, losing her balance when she kicked a leg up.

“Stay still for me and keep watching,” he spoke gruffly as he grasped the front of her neck and tilted her head back up so she could watch with him.

Gulping into his palm she arched her back when he spanked her bottom again, “Look at how pretty you are in my lap, baby,” he ran his hand down her spine to the little jeweled belt where the pearl hung at the top of her crack, “All these expensive things on your body, ass up for me,” he twisted the plug, “Pussy wet.”

She moaned when he ran his fingers between her crease and pressed his middle finger inside of her cunt before pulling it out and wiping it on the back of her thigh, where he then gave her another smack.

“Who bought all this for you, baby? Hmm? Who made this whole thing possible?”

“You, Daddy!” She didn’t hesitate to answer him.

“That’s right. This video wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. This pussy wouldn’t be wet if it weren’t for me.”

She nodded against his palm and moaned when his fingers circled her clit.

“Always my desperate, needy little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped when he pinched her bud and she wiggled her hips but he gripped her neck tighter, “Don’t wiggle. You got yourself into this mess. These are the consequences.”

She squeezed her eyes closed as he swatted her again before he continued speaking, leaning down to groan into her ear, “Do you know how hard I got the moment I opened up that video at work? Walking down the hall to my office I had to hide my boner and click the volume off.”

She felt him pinch at her inner thigh, giving her clit a moment of respite from his fingers, “Had to calm myself down and lock the door. But then I finished watching your little video and I had to excuse myself to leave work early. Do you know how disruptive that was?”

She grunted as he pressed over her plug, “Right now, I’m supposed to be in a meeting with a potential investor. This was a big deal, Y/n. But I physically wasn’t able to stay at the office for a moment longer, and it’s your fault. Every time I thought about the way you came with your legs spread and this little plug flicking around from the dildo you were fucking yourself with… had to calm my cock. Was gonna burst in my pants.”

His fingers slid back into her cunt, two this time as he pumped into her walls and continued gripping her neck, “Look.”

She shifted her eyes to the screen and her voice filtered through the room, her gasps and moans as she began to come. And just as he described, her little plug was twitching in time with the way she was pressing the dildo into her cunt. It was a pretty sight.

She moaned when he kissed the back of her ear, “Fucking gorgeous when you come, baby. But this video? S’like a work of art. But you were still naughty. Didn’t get permission to do any of that did you?”

“No, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

His fingers were filling her up and squelching with every thrust, “You look so proud of yourself too. So confident. Like a big girl playing dress up with Daddy’s things. And if my cock weren’t throbbing right now I’d really teach you a lesson but I need to come inside of this little pussy. Been aching for it.”

She felt his legs shift and her body was moved, heels on the floor as he steadied her hips before he stood up and began to undo his pants, “Bend over the bed, spread your legs.”

She wanted to watch him pull his cock out. Wanted to see how hard he was but she knew better than to hesitate. She laid herself tummy down on the mattress and spread her thighs apart.

One of his hands was on her hip, lifting her slightly when she felt his thick cock drag against her pussy and then his chest was pressed into her back, “No one does it better than, Daddy.”

The moment he finished his sentence, lips against the shell of her ear, he slammed his cock inside of her. He took both of her hands in his, the velvet gloves keeping her from feeling his palms, as he pulled her arms behind her back and took both wrists in one big hand as he continued rocking into her.

She felt a sharp smack on her ass again and he grunted, thighs flexing as he worked into her. Her shoulders burned as he kept her arms held down at the middle of her back, one hand groping her ass cheek.

The view he had was gorgeous as always. Her plug pushed and pulled with every thrust of Harry’s cock and he could feel the press of it gliding over his cock through her tight warm walls.

The necklace was digging into her chest but she welcomed the way it felt on her skin as well as the burn of another swat to her bum because her body was giving itself over to him.

“My spoiled girl just keeps getting whatever she wants. Even when she’s naughty she gets all these pretty things; gets Daddy’s cock inside of her, gets all the orgasms she can handle. Guess you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, don’t you, baby?”

“Umph!” She croaked, her cheek smushed into the comforter, letting go of her ass as he leaned over, palm on the mattress, and drove into her with the kind of force she loved. It felt so much better than anything she could do to herself with her meager dildo. Harry’s cock was exactly what she needed.

“Yeah? Didn’t hear you make that noise in your little video.” He buried himself in, bullying another lewd sound from her throat as his hips rutted against her ass.

“Can’t help those pretty little noises can you? Daddy’s cock will always feel better won’t it?”

She was jolted forward, her mouth open with drool pooling over the blankets, “No… your cock… aoohha!”

Harry grinned at her inability to answer properly as he continued pounding into her, still holding her wrists together at her mid-back.

“Squeezing the fuck out of me baby. There you go… fuck…”

Y/n’s orgasm wiped her body out. The way the plug was stretching her out and Harry’s big cock was slamming into her guts she couldn’t hold on for a second longer.

She heard Harry panting between grunts and then felt both of his hands on her ass as he pressed in deep and unloaded himself, filling her insides with his come.

“My pretty baby. Love seeing you dripping in diamonds and all fucked out of your mind. Does it make you feel good baby? Wearing all these expensive things?”

He had his chest pressed into her back as he spoke quietly into her ear, hips pasted to her ass.

“I love it. It’s so nice, Daddy.”

He moved off of her, reaching an arm under her waist to pull her up to standing, and turned her in her arms, “Look at this,” bringing her gloved hands into his, he lifted them upward, “Ruined. Need to buy you new gloves it appears.”

She realized the cleaning job she’d done on them after making the video had been shoddy at best and now the tips of the fingers were steaky and lighter than the rest of the material, “Maybe dry cleaning?”

Harry pursed his lips as he began to take off her bracelets, unhooking each clasp, “Maybe. Not sure these can be salvaged, though.”

When he pulled her gloves off he reached around her neck to undo the necklace and then her jeweled belt before running his hands up and down her arms, “Gorgeous with or without all the diamonds,” he smirked.

“I like the diamonds, though. Fun to play dress up.”

He raised a brow and brought her left hand up to his mouth pressing his plush lips over her ring finger, “Thinking about what you’d look like with a pretty diamond right here.”

Y/n parted her lips and kept her gaze locked on Harry’s, “Like a… ring?”

Harry laughed at her shocked expression and pushed his fingers between hers as he cupped her cheek with his free hand, “Yeah. Like a ring.”

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Black is my color…

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: One jealous Regina.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut(like dirty sexy jaw dropping), some kinks (mommy, slight bondage/blindfold, strap on)

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Being married to the mayor was one thing, always looking the part, being a driving force and support system, sometimes even her protector, honestly it wasn’t that bad, Regina had changed and everyone loved her so being mayor was like a no brainer.

Being married to Regina Mills, that was a whole other story, at first it was rough, proving to her that she deserved to be loved the way she loves, too many countless nights were spent arguing or even holding her in your arms as she cried from exhaustion and everything; though no one ever said marriage was easy.

You had your good times too, you had family and friends, you owned half the real estate in Storybrooke, but recently opened a bistro on Main street which allowed you to do your own thing and support Regina any way she needed, even if that meant mid day make out sessions in the office.

It was that time of year again, town hall meetings, because of not only owning half the town and also being the Mayors wife you also had to sit through back to back meetings with her.

“Dear, what’re you wearing?” Regina called out to you as she stood in front of the mirror putting earrings in. Your arms wrapped around her resting your chin on her shoulder.

“if I had my way I would say nothing, I��m going to tell them my wife wasn’t feeling well and I needed to take care of her.” You placed gentle kisses on her neck.

“Hm cute… but really?” She asked a hand coming to your hair as she leaned back into you, you inhaled the scent of her expensive perfume holding her a couple seconds longer.

“how’s this look?” You stepped back and in a moments notice she wanted to jump you, you had on the black knit top that hugged your upper body perfectly, the deep green suit complementing your skin tone the pants hugging your smooth curves, the stilettos peeking out made your legs look amazing.

“Absolutely amazing.” She said kissing you passionately.

“well then Mayor Mills, time to go remind this town what a power couple we are?” You held out your hand.

“Always.” She grinned, taking it and following you out to the car, when you arrived at the town hall you watched as people gathered and whispered among themselves.

when Regina entered the conference room followed by you it fell silent, power just permeating the room, there was a sense of security and gentleness that followed you and it was intimidating to most.

It wasn’t long before the meeting started to get slightly heated. You sat next to Regina, who was now distracted by how good you looked, oh how she wished she could take you right there, in front of everyone.

She pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at you a silent plea for help and immediately you were at her side.

“okay, okay…” you spoke up.

“So you do have a voice?” Gold snarkily replied.

“Gold…” Regina growled lowly, and he smirked.

“Hey she’s pretty persuasive at times… I’ll give her that…” Gold said raising his hands.

“Cause she’s hot, like dirty sexy hot… no offense…” Ruby started explaining, “if you weren’t married to the scariest person alive I would sleep with you.”

“Uhh, Ruby.” Snow gasped as the younger girl shrugged. You heard Regina, a scoff escaping her perfectly painted red lips behind you her signature eyebrow raised.

“Well fortunately enough, I’m happily married and my sex life is not the topic of this meeting.”

“well just saying though, no wonder you always get what you want… Regina’s hot too but you, she’s lucky she got her hands on you first.”

“Amen Sister.” Grumpy added. You knew your wife was on fire behind you as you stood and ended the meeting.

“Honestly if you ever, you know get bored… call me.” Ruby play flirted with you before leaving as you just rolled your eyes.

You felt as Regina quickly grabbed your hand and basically pulled you to the car. The car ride home was silent, Regina sat there not saying a word, you reached over and ran a hand on bare thigh were her skirt was lifted.

“Regina, love are you okay?”

“I’m fine…just ready to be home.” she said with sass and laid a hand on yours, you pulled in the driveway and she followed you in the house.

“I’ll be right there.” You said kissing her perfectly painted lips, going to put your keys away as she brushed past you to go upstairs. When you got up there you could tell something was off but thought maybe she was just tired, your eyes followed her half clothed form as she walked around your room in her underwear and the satin top partially unbuttoned. You wrapped you arms around her from behind, kissing her neck, “Hey, are you sure your okay?” She leaned her neck back to give you more access before turning around and pushing you back.

Soft kisses from you turned into bruising kisses from both of you as she pushed you back onto the bed, on flick of her wrist and you were unclothed, her in just a black lace lingerie set.

“Regina?”

“Dear?”

“Mm…” you said as her kiss stole the words from your lips. You let your hands roam her body, as she did the same to you, but not before she grabbed your hands off of her hips gathering them above your head.

“How much do you love me?”

“more than anything…” you replied.

“and you trust me?”

“with my entire life…” you said as she kissed you, her hands held yours in place as she was above you.

“Hm,” she softly moaned, “then be good for mommy.”

You let out a soft moan as she applied some pressure to your hands, grinding her hips into yours as she straddled you. You saw as she sat back biting her lip, going to move your hands but you felt the soft fabric as it strained against the headboard.

“Baby…” you whined.

“uh uh…” she moaned back, biting her bottom lip.

“mommy?” You asked, with a whine.

“are you asking or telling?” She leaned forward her breasts brushing your stomach as she slithered up your body, her hands roaming the goosebumps forming on your skin.

“I need you…” you whispered breathlessly.

“need me?�� come on, you can do better than that…” she said her hands teasing your excited body, “I’m going to make you beg for my attention.” She chuckled darkly, her pupils blown as she pulled a hard nipple into her mouth.

“mommy I need you.” You whined out begging for her to touch you, to fuck you until you were seeing stars.

“if only they could see you now, the sexy and domineering mayors wife, falling apart at my touch.” She whispered in your ear, one hand traveling down to your core, between your legs where she was lying.

she slowly pulled her middle finger through your folds, teasing you, drawing moans from your plump lips. She knew you well, too well, enough that just her skilled fingers brushing against your sensitive clit was bringing you close to the edge, she moved down the bed her breath warm against your core.

“I-shittt, Regina…” you hissed out as she licked up your slit, pulling your clit into her mouth, letting her tongue make magic, you felt one finger then two slide in as she started pumping them, the black satin fabric around your wrist straining as you tried to touch her. You were so close panting, as you were on the verge of climax, then she pulled out, sitting back up to straddle your hips.

“Ughhh…” you let out a frustrated moan as she had robbed you of your high.

“not yet darling,” she said kissing your lips, her tongue roaming your mouth.

“don’t you taste amazing?” She asked you as you could taste you on her lips, she placed kisses on you neck and breast, leaving dark red marks that would definitely be purple by morning.

“the marks…” you struggled to get out, you would leave them on her in the most discreet places knowing that she hated when anyone else could see and yet here she was leaving them everywhere that someone could and would see them.

“I want everyone to know who you belong to, who’s wife you are, who makes you feel this good.” She said marking your body, hands pulling at the restraints as you tried touching her again.

“Damnit… let me touch you, please.” You begged again.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” She said crawling off of you and standing next to the bed, she stripped of her panties throwing them on the bed next to you, she tied another piece of black satin around your eyes, disappearing into your large walk in closet, you tried peering but the fabric wouldn’t let you see anything.

When she returned you felt as the bed dipped beside you and she undid your wrists, she slowly slid the blindfold from your eyes and you shot up on your knees pulling her into a kiss, but you were quickly met with a hand grabbing your hair and pulling you back.

“be a good girl for mommy.” She said her white teeth peeking through her signature smirk. You looked her over seeing the strap on that she currently wore, the thick black dick staring back at you.

“go ahead… show me what you can do.” she trailed as you lowered yourself in front of her pulling it into your mouth, feeling the bumps and ridges on your tongue. She sat there watching, admiring the perfect view of your ass in front of her. You looked up at her making eye contact as she reached down lifting your chin so she could pull you closer to her.

“you ready?”

“yes, mommy.” You said in a low tone watching her lips lightly part.

“Mm, then be a good girl and ride mommy’s dick.” She said sitting down her back against the pillows, you straddled her lap feeling as she positioned the toy at your entrance and you slowly lowered yourself. You hissed as you felt the slight burn as it stretched you, slowly turning into pleasure, you started grinding your hips against hers, the double sided strap on bringing you both pleasure.

you started moving you pace a little faster, “oh god, shit,” you reached out steadying yourself on the head board, your wife taking in the view, you riding the silicone cock, skin glistening, your boobs bouncing in front of her, it wasn’t long before you were both on the verge of climax, she thrusted up into you matching the pace of your hips, her hands gripping onto your hips helping to guide you, keep you steady. You threw your head back, eyes rolling in pleasure as a loud moan escaped from both of your lips. Your orgasms rocked your body, your legs shaking as you felt your muscles clenching.

You stayed there a moment the toy inside of you both as you sat in her lap, letting your breathing steady, gently kissing her lips, breath ghosting over each other as it slowed, you climbed off of her settling next to her on the bed.

“I would never leave you…” you whispered breathless, “I’m always yours.” You looked at her as she smiled at you and climbed on top of you placing delicate kisses on your lips.

“Dear, I’m not done with you yet.” She whispered in your ear, one hand going down to spread your legs, quickly repositioning herself between them, pushing the silicone toy back into you.

“im not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” you said breathlessly in between moans.

“Not when I’m done with you.” She said thrusting back into you bringing you to the edge of another orgasm.

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The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Chapter Eleven

Azriel x Day Court Librarian Reader

Summary: Y/n's clairvoyance is a gift from the Mother, but it feels more like a curse. With the power to gain knowledge through touch alone, Y/n holes herself up in The Alcove and hopes her powers and parentage will remain a secret. But things will change after the Summer Solstice ball and a chance encounter with a certain Shadowsinger.

Warnings: None. Gwyn and Y/n bond over books. Azriel and Y/n get even closer — this had me kicking my feet and screaming internally and externally

The Shadowsinger & The Inkbird: Masterlist

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Rhysand’s training sessions always started with him sliding over ten objects: a book, a piece of jewelry, an article of clothing — anything he could find with meaning for you to discern.

“This one is Mor’s.” You held the red satin box in your hands. Two months ago you would have only been able to tell him who it belonged to. Maybe nothing at all. The meaning held by the object was weak. The jewelry too new. Unworn. But now you could harness your power with more precision, like you’d finally been handed an image of the puzzle you were trying to complete so you knew what to look for. “You bought it two months ago at Cizero’s as a Winter Solstice gift.” 

“And what is it exactly?” 

The box was still closed. 

You pushed your power forward, imagining light slipping in through the seam of the box. An image flashed in your mind. It was blurry, but held onto its form long enough for you to make it out. 

“Drop earrings. Rubies,” you said with a straight back before dropping the box into Rhysand’s open palm.

He smirked and clicked it open. Gold banded rubies hung from the backing like bloody tears, each drop separated by a diamond that flashed brighter than the stars in the ever darkening sky. 

You dared to smile, staring at the jewelry with a level of satisfaction you hadn’t felt since being handed top marks as an apprentice. 

“Very nicely done.” 

The box disappeared back into his desk beside a glimmering gemstone the size of your fist wrapped in tissue paper. 

It’s probably for Amren. You thought to yourself. Azriel told you she loved shiny things and hoarded her treasures like a crow. Hence why she’d yet to return from Summer with Varian. 

You moved on to the next portion of your exercises. With a feather light touch, Rhysand laid his hands on your palms, your wrists, your forearm, your shoulders. He moved up and down your body, waiting a minute for you to control yourself before touching the next flash of exposed skin. It was still difficult to completely contain your power, but you were getting better at moving it around your body. When he reached for your hands, you slid the magic up to your chest. When he reached for your knees, it moved down to your ankles. It was a delicate dance, like the curling of ocean water away from the shore or the splitting of a river around a stone. 

You did what you could to experience the touches with a clinical detachment and Rhysand did as well. He was careful. He stopped the moment you let out a gasp of surprise at the feeling of warm skin pressed against your own and there wasn’t an ounce of judgement written in his beautiful features when you trembled beneath his touch. 

“Take your time,” he said encouragingly.

For him, touch was a necessary part of life. He always had an arm slung over Cassian’s shoulders or wrapped around Feyre’s waist. He fell asleep with his mate pressed against him and he walked around the River House with Nyx on his shoulders and Velaria curled up in his arms. But there were also mornings when he’d wake up in a cold sweat, the feeling of Amarantha’s red-tipped nails dragging down his chest like she wanted to take more from him than just his body. Those were the days Feyre knew to give him his space. 

“Take all the time that you need.”

Rhys stepped away. You steadied your breath and took time to record your progress in the journal you kept close by. Although there was no true way to quantify your learning, your Day Court training never left you and you wrote down what little could be put into words — for posterity’s sake. Then maybe the next Clairvoyant the Mother willed into existence would have an easier time navigating this than you. 

Gwyn found you squirreled away in your usual reading room, back bowed over a flurry of books and note pages like a reed in the wind. You reached for the mug on the desk only to find it disappointingly empty. Unlike the River House, the Library did not fuel your caffeine addiction with reckless abandon. 

She floated over, abandoning the cart of books she’d been tasked with returning that night. Her legs were throbbing from the split squats Cassian had coached her through that evening, and she was desperate for a break. 

“Some light reading, I see?” she teased, sinking into the seat across from you. 

You looked up, eyes red-rimmed and swollen. It took a few moments for Gwyn’s shape to come into focus. 

“What?” The word slurred coming out of your mouth.

She tapped the ever growing pile of papers beside you. Your manuscript: 120 hand-written pages and counting. When the book became too frustrating to handle, you abandoned it in exchange for another productive task. Even if the 120 pages you’d reproduced were utter garbage.

You groaned, forehead slamming against the wood with a clatter. Thoughts of white blood cells, lymphatic vessels, and innate and acquired immunity knotted in your brain like the world’s worst game of cat’s cradle.

Gwyn would have found it amusing if she didn’t know just how much time you spent within the mountain. You’d effectively been adopted by the priestesses. Lurking here and there like a cat coming in from the cold. And you were just as disapproving as a stray. Gwyn would often catch you among the stacks, mumbling about the disorganization and how you couldn’t work in such paltry conditions. 

“Cauldron boil me, I’m sorry for asking.” Gwyn raised her hands in surrender. 

You let out a great, heaving sigh. “It’s not you.” 

“Oh I know it’s not me. You look like you’ve been dragged through a gutter.” 

You blinked wearily at the lovely priestess.

“A very clean, well-managed gutter.” She grinned. Her skin shone, reflecting the pale, fuzzy moonlight that filtered through the window above and doused the library in a silver sheen. 

“Thank you, Gwyn.” 

“Anytime.” She drummed her nails against the table, the beat of it almost sending you to sleep. “How long have you been here today?” she asked with concern.

“I don’t know. What time is it?”

“After midnight.” 

“Oh.” 

“How long?” Gwyn repeated and you dragged a hand down your face. 

“Seven hours? Give or take?” Your stomach growled. 

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” 

Gwyn grabbed you by the end of your robes, tugging you up several floors and down an unfamiliar hallway until you stopped in front of a teal-blue tapestry. Selkies, sirens, and water nymphs dove in and out of rippling waters highlighted by iridescent beads. She flung it to the side and pressed her hand against the bare stone. The slab sank into the wall and then slid open to reveal a cream-colored room adorned with bundles of babies' breath. 

“Sit,” she commanded, pointing to the neatly made bed. You swayed dangerously on your feet. 

“I’m really fine. I didn’t mean to bother you.” 

“Sit. Down.” She cut you with a lethal gaze Nesta would be proud of. 

You snapped your mouth shut, shuffled across the carpeted floor, and sank into the queen-sized bed. You played with the ties of your robe wrapping them around your finger, then unwrapping them, then wrapping them again.

King Tiberion, third of the Nachmanian line, born Aschieron Cambria Nostrus Tiberion Dalgna to Effel Taul and foreign-born…

Found dead at a young three-hundred-and-ninety-two years of age at the hands of her brother. Spell cleaver or not, Ingrid…

Something like a lock and a key. Magic that’s perfectly complementary might be afforded the unique ability to seal… and break… gods I’m tired… 

There have only been seven recorded Shadowsingers in history: Lovania Vallant born 895 in the age of Alders (see ref. 18992HBG Carstairs), Gherald Dashiv born 1459 in the age of — 

Gwyn snapped her fingers in front of you, pulling your mind out of the hurricane of thoughts. You were a strange creature. You spoke little, moved about the Library as quiet as a mouse, and you had an interesting habit of running your fingers along every book on the shelf. Back and forth, back and forth you’d run along before jerking to a stop like one of the books had caught you at the end of a fishing lure. 

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” you repeated. 

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“Some would say that’s a good thing. It would make me incredibly trustworthy, at least when it comes to responding to things. I’d be terrible at keeping secrets, unless I was very careful about how I went about things. You know how it is. With the things.” 

Gwyn huffed with silent laughter and opened one of the cabinets in her small, makeshift kitchen. “Eat.” She commanded again and you were too slow to catch the sleeve of biscuits she tossed in your direction. It bounced off your forehead and landed in your lap. “I’ll be right back with something more substantial.” 

The door shut with a puff of air and you were left to chew on the chocolate and orange biscuits in silence. 

Gwyn’s room faced the city and you saw the lamplights burning through the windows that had been cut into the mountain rock, mimicking the stars that twinkled overhead like salt poured onto black glass. 

Cream satin sheets caught the moonlight until it glowed and you had the sudden urge to tip back and fall into oblivion. You could work for a long while, so long as you didn’t sit still long enough for the exhaustion to catch up to you — which you were doing now. 

You shoved another biscuit in your mouth, now almost halfway through the sleeve. It helped settle the hollowness in your stomach so you could pick yourself up and move over to the bookshelf. 

Bodice ripper, bodice ripper, murder mystery, bodice ripper, romantic comedy, found family adventure, spy thriller, bod—

Your face went red. Damn.

The priestess chose that moment to return to her room carrying a tray laden with bread, orange slices, and a thick mushroom stew leftover from dinner. She froze, pale cheeks turning a dusty rose as you silently pushed the book back onto the shelf. 

“Dragon-born? Really?” You shoved a burning spoonful of stew in your mouth and drowned the stale crust of bread, waiting for it to get sufficiently soggy enough you could chew it.

Gwyn groaned and buried her face in her pillows. “It was a phase.”

“Must have been a very long phase. You have the whole series and I know it took her thirty years to write them all.” 

Her head shot up. “How do you know?” 

“I read the first book.”

You sat up straighter, back pressed up against the closet that housed her daily robes, ceremonial garb, training gear, and Valkyrie armour. 

“So how can you judge me?!” 

“It makes no anatomical sense, Gwyn!” You threw your hands up in the air. “She’s four feet shorter than him. He’d sooner tear her in half before giving her any pleasure, and I’m not talking about his claws.”

The priestess scoffed. “Have some imagination, Y/n.” 

You huffed and pulled out a notebook from your ample pockets. You both spent the next thirty minutes going through hastily drawn sketches that would have disappointed Feyre to no end testing out your imaginative capabilities. Gwyn couldn’t stop smiling at you as you moved your hands through the air with animated fervor. Half of what you said didn’t make sense, but she would blame it on your sleep deprivation. 

You had Gwyn in stitches. The female hung off the bed, red-brown hair brushing the ground as she gasped for breath. You looked like you were sitting on the ceiling, black robes pooled around your knees like shadows. 

That sobered Gwyn up a bit. It was a real shame she liked you as much as she did. It made it harder for her to stay mad at Azriel.

And as if you read her mind, you asked, “Why don’t you come around to the River House?”

“What?” She wasn’t laughing anymore. 

“Why don’t you come to the River House?” You asked again. “You’re close friends with Nesta. You’re part of the Inner Circle. You have a guest room there, but I haven’t seen you at the house.” 

“Do you even spend enough time at the River House to know?”

“Yes.” 

Gwyn sighed and straightened up, folding her legs neatly beneath her on the bed. “Some… Some things happened a couple years ago. I won’t bore you with the details and I don’t know if I even have the right to tell you everything, but it’s colored the way the Inner Circle works now.”

“The details are the most important part,” you murmured, “I wish I had more details. Then maybe I wouldn’t feel like such a stranger in that house.”

“You’re not a stranger,” Gwyn reassured you. “Is that why you spend so much time here?” she asked with genuine curiosity. 

“Yes and no. It feels closer to home here. Even if your lack of organization has made my job ten times more difficult. I don’t see why you haven’t adopted any kind of classification system. It’s a small library. It would be very easy to implement.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes. Gods, you were tired. The feeling came and went in waves. “I shouldn’t complain though, everyone has been incredibly kind and welcoming. Especially Azriel.” 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, fingers fluttering against your shoulders. You tucked your chin into your elbows and tried not to think about that glorious night of sleep with only Azriel and his shadows. Waking up with his chest rising and falling on the floor beside you.

You were falling for him and you knew it. Gods did you know it. Or maybe you could convince yourself you weren’t falling yet, but it was a steady march to the cliff’s edge and you weren’t stopping anytime soon.

Gwyn felt her heart stutter. “Oh? He’s usually so… quiet and… reserved.”

You thought about it for a long while. 

“I don’t think he’s nearly as quiet as everyone believes him to be,” you said thoughtfully, “I think he just speaks in his own way.” 

 You were right about Godswood and The Gallows. 

The letter arrived on your desk early in the morning. 

The Bookkeeper, Taunum Hyst, was found trying to burn books in the western greenwoods along with some texts from Argot’s. He fought back against the guards sent to retrieve him, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Even now he’s confused and adamant that the last three weeks have been a blur. There’s a daemati at work here. Someone other than Henna. Rhysand knows, if he hasn’t already told you.

I’ve sent a translated folktale in old Bauldish and Common, and another in Demnyon along with the others you asked for. They might be worth looking into to help with the book. I hope you’re enjoying your stay at the Night Court. Happy hunting and stay safe. 

~ Helion 

You were right. 

You dropped the letter, hands coming up to your mouth as you took in a deep, shaky breath. You knew Taunum Hyst. You could picture his salt-grey braids and coal-black skin. He’d helped perform the funeral rites for your mother. Hell he’d managed to make you laugh that terrible day. 

 Your stomach turned. If there truly was another daemati left in the Day Court that could help explain the killings. Either the Librarians could have died trying to keep the knowledge in their minds safe, or the daemati had made them kill themselves before moving onto their next victim. You didn’t know which was more tragic. 

The clock rang eleven bells and you hastily folded up the paper, dropping it into the box along with the rest of your father’s letters.  

“I think this might be the first time you’ve ever been late,” Rhysand said with an amused smirk. He leaned against the doorway to his office, ankles crossed over one another. Did that male ever stand normally? 

“It is the first time.”

“Of course you would know that.” 

You smirked, pushing open the door to find—

“Azriel?” 

The Shadowsinger stood with his hands neatly folded behind his back. “Y/n?”

“Cassian!” The Lord of Bloodshed leapt in front of his brother, arms spread wide. “I’m also here. Nesta couldn’t make it with Valkyrie training.” 

Feyre rolled her eyes with affection. She reached for Rhysand’s hand without thinking and he accepted with barely a glance. They were two magnets, always pulled towards one another in space.

“What’s going on?” You glanced back and forth between them all. It had always been just you and Rhysand during these lessons. 

“I thought it would be good to start practicing with other people when it comes to physical touch,” Rhysand explained. Azriel’s nostrils flared. “You’re getting comfortable with me, which I’m happy about. But I want you to get comfortable with everyone else too.” 

You told me you wanted another debrief about the Mortal Lands. Azriel was loath to admit that just the thought of touching your hand was making his heart race like a schoolboy. 

And I do. Rhysand said rather smugly, as if he already knew Azriel was freaking out inside. But I also know you wouldn’t have agreed to this if I asked you ahead of time. It’s amusing to see you like this, brother. Have you forgotten how to touch a female? His violet eyes glittered with mischief.

Azriel swallowed, eyes trained on you as you mulled over Rhysand’s comment and nodded. You wanted to be comfortable too. Comfortable in your body. Comfortable with other people touching you.   

You thought of what it might feel like to have Azriel’s hand tucked beneath your chin, not just his shadows, and shivered. 

Azriel nearly choked when you started undoing the ties of your robes. The gold embroidered fabric slipped off your shoulders in a soft hush that had Azriel going rigid. You wore traditional Night Court fashion beneath your Librarian robes — a tight black shirt revealed the gentle curves of your arms, the cut of your collarbones against your chest, the thin band of flesh around your stomach; a breezy skirt with slits cut into the sides that revealed flashes of your thighs with every movement you made. 

Feyre, Rhysand, and Cassian all shared looks, nearly bursting out laughing at the way Azriel’s shadows were in flight around him. A swarm of bees buzzing and murmuring about how beautiful you looked. 

Azriel had seen many fae in his time in various states of undress. He’d seen males and females in the Court of Nightmares parade about in scraps of silk and lace. He’d taken countless lovers to bed. Bodies were something he knew well. Something he knew intimately. But he had never felt so flustered as he did looking at you like this. He thought his heart might just burst in his chest.

Cassian elbowed Azriel in the ribs when you weren’t looking and one of Azriel’s shadows looped around his ponytail and pulled. 

“Ow.” Cassian rubbed the back of his head with a grin. “Rude.”

You felt rather ridiculous standing in the center of the room with your arms and legs stretched out to the side. 

“Right arm,” Rhysand called out. 

Cassian bounced back and forth on the balls of his feet, fists held loose by his sides with the lightness of a male a quarter of his size.

You squinted. Is he… is he about to punch me? 

Cassian read the alarm on your face and grinned, hitting you with a tap gentler than rainfall. 

You snorted, but felt nothing. Perfect.

You had to be grateful for Cassian’s light-heartedness. He had the worry melting off your shoulders. With every limb that Rhys called out, Cassian would do a little dance before punching you or kicking you. At one point he even faked a blow to your face, spinning up to you before leaping into the air and shooting out his right leg. You didn’t flinch as his boot swung an inch away from your face. You could smell the rubber soles of his boots. 

“You missed,” you teased. 

Cassian pouted, turning around to walk back to the wall now that he was finished with his piece. Azriel looked ready to tear his head off his body. 

You’re lucky you missed. Azriel’s eyes screamed across the room. You’d be a dead man if you hurt her.

Cassian winked and blew him a kiss.

Feyre was next. You practiced brushing against her like you would do in a crowded street complete with the obligatory fumbling of apologies. 

“Oh good heavens.” Feyre fanned her face like the old, upper-class women in her village used to do and laid on that sickly sweet accent they all had. “I’m so dreadfully sorry.” — They never were. 

She shook your hand and touched your shoulders and looped her arm around your waist. That was the part that had you worried. You slid your power away from every inch of your skin, wrapped it up like a secret, and held it deepin your chest. 

“Good.” Rhysand smiled and Cassian punched the air. 

You breathed deeply and gave a small bow like you’d just finished a performance. But there was still one person you were meant to touch today, and they made you the most nervous of all.

Azriel stepped forward, a picture of calm. Inside, he was raging like a storm. He kept his hands firmly grasped behind his back, wings pressed so tightly he felt his shoulders start to ache. 

You took a step forward as well, tilting your head back to look at him. You felt the grip on your power falter when he held out his hand palm up like he was asking you for a dance. Months ago at the Summer Solstice ball you’d been approached by a number of males hoping for a song with their hands at your waist and at your shoulder. The prospect of that kind of touch had terrified you then, and it still terrified you now but for different reasons. Because this time, you wanted it. 

You wanted him.

You gently slid your hand into his, feeling the scars roll beneath your soft skin like the mountains that surrounded Velaris. Your breath caught in your throat, but before Azriel could rip his hand away you held on and squeezed reassuringly. 

You’d read hundreds, if not thousands, of romance novels in your time. You’d consumed them with a ravenous hunger, surviving on them when real touch felt like a hopeless dream and the loneliness became too much to bear. And in nearly every single one of them, the first touch between lovers was described as an explosion of color. A dangerous shaking of the world down to its foundations. A cataclysmic event. 

But you were surprised to find that they were wrong. They were all wrong. Azriel wasn’t destroying anything. He was mending. 

It felt like a re-centering. The shifting of a leaning tower so it stood upright again. 

A blissful silence. 

Azriel cradled your hand in his, thumbs smoothing over your knuckles. He couldn’t help what he did next, couldn’t have stopped himself even if Helion stood at his back with murder in his eyes. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your hand with such reverence, such tenderness, that you swore your heart was glowing in your chest.

“Why don’t you try a hug, Y/n?” Rhysand suggested when Azriel had straightened. “If you want.” 

You looked down at your feet where shadows swarmed, and then up at Azriel.

“What do you say, Y/n?” Azriel murmured softly. His words were for you and you only. “Where would you have me touch you?” His hazel eyes caught the light before scattering into a thousand brilliant colors. 

Wordlessly you ran your fingers down his arms, tracing the shape of the muscle beneath the leather. You held his hands and gently led them up to your waist, gasping when he made contact. His warm fingers brushed the exposed skin of your waist before sliding around to your back. 

You balanced on the tips of your toes, looping your arms around his neck before resting your face in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. He smelled like leather and the mountains. Wind and rain and nightfall coalescing into something so uniquely him you could pick him out in a room of thousands with your eyes closed.

It started out as a loose, misshapen thing, your hands and his arms searching for the right grip to hold your bodies together. But once you found it, you were lost.

Azriel wrapped his arms around your back and waist, hands splayed out like he was absorbing you into him. And you were no better. You buried your face in his neck, lips pressed up against the curve of his throat so you could feel the rhythmic rush of blood through his veins. 

He refused to be the first to let go. The roof could cave in. The floor could drop out from beneath your feet. He would not let you go. 

Your tears started out slow, coupled by ragged, shallow breaths. 

“I’ve got you, Y/n,” Azriel whispered. “I’ve got you.”

How long had it been since you’d been held like this? A hundred years? Two hundred? You thought you’d learned to live without it, but now that it was yours you didn’t think you’d ever, ever be able to give it up. You were at the cliff’s edge now and without an ounce of hesitation you flung yourself over and into the abyss.

With Azriel, controlling your powers didn’t seem like such a difficult thing. Later that evening when you lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, you realized you hadn’t been thinking of control at all.

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Author's Note:

Y'all... THEY FINALLY TOUCHED EACH OTHER! And not only that, BUT HE KISSED HER HAND!!! And! They fucking HUGGED!!!!

[belphegorey]

⌜sapphires, mammon⌟ his little human looked so pretty in gold ships ⎯⎯ mammon x fem!reader tropes ⎯⎯ vaginal sex, blushing mammon, dick piercing, scenting, size kink, praise, marking, pact marks, lots of greed

Gold. It dropped down your skin in silken cloth, caressing your body in the thin layer and making you shimmer. Necklaces and bracelets glittered like the finest of treasure on your body. Earrings dangled with more carats than anyone could afford.

The tantalising speck in your eye reflected the same ore. Your wicked smirk taunted him in more and more of the golden decadence you were encased in. The finest of prizes. The treasure all pirates would hunt for, the gift all people would die for, the only thing Mammon would kill for.

Rings hung on your fingers. Rubies, emeralds and diamonds galore. The jewel within the golden earrings, he realised, were perfect sapphires. His chest grew tight as they glittered under the chandeliers. “ Your eyes ,” you had whispered them on your first day in the Devildom, just after Mammon had given you his completely grand tour of the House of Lamentation, “ they’re so blue .”

Mammon could still recall his scoff. You had been so strange. Sure, he had only listened to you for an hour by that point, but he had decided you were not worth his valuable time. Most of his mind had been occupied by whether or not his stocks had lowered during the day. “ They are not blue ,” it had felt like an insult to him at the time. He hadn’t even acknowledged the sheer intrigue upon your beautifully shining face — whereas it was all Mammon could think of now, “ they are like… sapphires. Sapphires and gold. ”

You had nodded with a faint little smile. It was the first smile he had seen of yours. Mammon could describe each expression on your face, and the variety of your grins in great detail, but that one was the most valuable in his mind. Rare, special, and one you had shown him first. “ Sapphires and gold .” Yet again, his mind was occupied with profit, including whether or not he could find a way to sell you as an experiment to Solomon, but even then Mammon had felt pride seeing your soft expression just for him. The first time he had felt something positive toward you, a blissful premonition of your shared future. “ A beautiful combination .”

His tongue tied into knots. It was the worst torture he could have ever endured. Any punishment from Lucifer paled in comparison as he watched you descend into the room with the same small smile on your face. His skin burned hot and the rings around his fingers, one of which you had given him as a gift, did nothing to cool his fire. All his brothers stood around him, watching and praising your every movement, he was sure that Beelzebub had slipped drool onto the floor beneath them. Mammon scrunched his nose to ignore the stabbing in his spine.

His. It was what fuelled him. Greed was what flowed in his veins and blossomed in his throat. You were his. You dressed up in the finest of materials for him . You wore sapphire earrings for him . The little smile on your face was only for him . His brothers were not who you were looking for. They were not the ones who protected you and listened to your every story.

“You look darling, my love,” Asmo moved forward in a movement similar to that of a dance. His steps were delicate and smooth as he whisked you away from Mammon’s eyes. You had gone with him like a true ballerina, performing with your typical delicateness and respect. Mammon was sure that he could hear the growing orchestra of the human ballet play out in his head. Did that make him Hilarion to your Gisele? His fingers twitched as he noticed Diavolo and Barabatos greet you with smiles.

Everyone was watching you. Had you been anyone else Mammon would say it was because of the scarcity in your outfit. He knew better. You were the treasure that sparkled in eyes. No jewel, no car, not even his precious Goldie, were comparable to you. You were his human. He was your demon. Your first demon.

Mammon would not allow himself to just watch you be flaunted by his brother. He jumped to action, the orchestra in his mind crescendoed to a glorious triumph, and Mammon made his way across the room. Your golden dress and the sparkling smile guided him forward, the itching in his back of wins that threatened to burst through fuelled him further. Your eyes, lit brighter than the chandeliers above you, found him and your smile returned. Big, toothy, mischevious. The hand weighed down in glorious rings ran softly against your hip, the jewels catching the light gloriously.

Temptress. You were no worse than one of Asmodeus’ succubi. Mammon loved it. Your tantalising gaze licked at his greedy veins and pressed him to act further. To let loose. To properly remind everyone who you were meant for.

“I’m glad you could make it, Mammon!” Diavolo’s regular grin greeted him while Barbotos stood to his left, arms folded in the usual servant manner. Both of them stared into his body, Mammon could feel the eyes as they fell to the flood of green surging off his soulless body. He attempted a smile to placate the royal before him, but your sparkling person kept poking at the corner of his eye. It felt just wrong to look away from you, especially when the hungry gaze of all the higher demons in the Devildom were staring right at you. “Lucifer had said you would be working tonight.”

He had never been so lucky in his life. It was his own curse to step with misfortune haunting his shadow. His modelling job would always run overtime and Mammon would be left hanging from the roof tied in electric cables as punishment for his tardiness. But not that day. Not only did it finish early, a feat in itself, but Mammon was allowed to witness you in all golden glory. “I was gonna, yeah, but we finished early so i’m able to come and celebrate ya.”

He felt your hand before he properly realised you had moved to stand right beside him. Your touch was feathery, slowly running across his back to tug on the belt loop along his hip. The fire beneath his skin was red hot, your touch was the ice he needed to cool down. A shudder ran down Mammon’s spine as you leaned into him, he felt the fire rise on his cheeks at the stance. So blatant, so obvious, it showed that he was dangled on your arm. Him. No one else.

“But,” you sighed and finished your demonus with a low gaze on the floor. One of the fingers you had caught around his belt loop reached for his hand, linking his finger to yours. His lips were sealed tight as the blushed tortured his physique, “it is a shame but I need to steal Mammon for the night. You won’t mind if we leave a bit early, right?”

Diavolo waved off your worry with a hearty grin, moving with your lie though Mammon (and he was sure you as well) knew that he caught your lie easily. “So long as you come over for afternoon tea with Barbatos and I this week, it will be fine.”

“Of course,” you grinned with a wickedness he could only compared to Satan, though that in itself was like a cat. Your chest pressed into his arm as your grin only grew further. “Should I bring over some cakes?”

It was Barbatos who answered the question; with only a simple shake of his head. “That is unnecessary. I will make sure to prepare both yours and the Young Lord’s favourites for our tea.”

“Delightful! I’ll see you both then,” you bid them both a sweet goodbye with a wave of your fingers. Mammon felt himself stuck in a frozen manner as you pulled him away to the door of the castle. All he could register was the cooling touch of your hand holding his own and the sparkling treasure gracing your body.

Mammon was not one for sharing. He never shared his favourite meals. He never shared his time with you. And he certainly did not share his possessions. The gold bars he kept hidden in his safe, the necklaces and bracelets he never intended to wear and Goldie herself were only meant for him. Yet, he needed to see you dressed in his finest possessions.

It sounded glorious. His bed covered in cash and jewels, with his most important treasure laid in the centre, covered in the jewellery he hoarded and nothing else. Just waiting for him to touch. Begging for him. Needing him.

Your visage for the night’s gala was just a little treat for the reality of his dream.

“Where are ya takin’ me?” He tugged on your joined hands in resistance and grimaced as the collar of his suit choked on him. Mammon wanted nothing more than to follow your every step, but his own attitude had to intervene. The door of the castle opened and granted Mammon a warm breeze through the Devildom night. The moons were tall in the dark sky, shining bright enough to make your jewellery glitter.  “Lucifer is gonna punish us. Nah, he is gonna punish me and then say I took ya myself.”

You giggled and he felt his tongue tie together. He loved that noise, more than when the slots would make that fantastic winning chime. “I just had a thought,” you stopped walking and turned around to smile at him. His hand was still caught in yours, and you pulled him in so that your chest pressed together. “Everyone is with Diavolo, so we have the house to ourselves…”

Evil temptress. You were pure evil! Mammon groaned and hid behind his free hand, the blush burning red on his cheeks. “You can’t say that kinda stuff,” he whined into his palm, and your resounding giggle only made him whine louder. It was wicked and you knew it! Maybe you really were part succubi. “It’ll gimme ideas.”

You moved his hand from his face, lips dangerously close to touching him. Mammon was frozen once again. Does he do it. Does he grant himself the kiss he had dreamed of? He needed it, more than he needed the newest 666 Lexura (on Lucifer’s dime) but he couldn’t if you weren’t wanting it. Mammon would wait for an eternity for you. “And if I want you to have those ideas?”

From then on, it was Mammon who led you to the House of Lamentation. The searing burn of his skin was nothing to the icy touch you offered, he needed it all over his body. Your hand was tightly gripped in the veiny grasp of his fist, but you no made no cries.

There was only gleeful laughter as you ran along beside him. Mammon didn’t allow himself the pleasure of moaning over your beautiful laugh, not when he knew what was awaiting him inside the large doors it the house. As much as he did love your laugh, he was just dying to hear your moans instead.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you look so determined,” you whispered it into his ears as he fumbled with the handles of the front door. Stupid faulty lock. Stupid prank from Belphegor to annoy Lucifer. Your lips were inches from his ear, more teasing speech sounding like the song of sirens to lure him in, “want me that bad?”

No speaking. If he spoke Mammon knew he would mess everything up and wake up from the dream he had to have been having. Instead he successfully pushed the front door open and whisked you away to his bedroom. Where you belonged.

It all just felt so right having you inside his space. Your scent has gotten so faint over the days it had been since your movie night together. The aura you held, so mischevious in its purity, tainted by his pact. He could see the black blemish along your soul all around you, burned by the mark along your sternum.

And yet, it just fuelled him so much more. It was all his. You were his. You were dressed up all for him, ready to be coated in his treasure, and smiling at him in wait for his next step. You stood in front of his bed, fingers trailing down the golden dress you tortured him with. It would be so easy to push you back onto the mattress and ravage you as he had desired for far too long.

Mammon was sure that his breathing was ragged and shallow, he must have resembled a monster. His hair was messed from his own awkward hands as he tried to stay calm and the tingling of his wings still taunted his back in wait. One more step and the control over himself would combust.

He was always weak when it came to you.

“Mammon,” you whispered his name like it were a crime. So soft spoken, not wanting to break the bubble. Your mischief, the teasing, it had gone. All that stood left before him was the radiating greed from your form, drowning his mind in the finest of liquor, “I need you.”

Snap . He heard the crack of his wings hitting the air before Mammon properly felt them extend from his back. They tore through the suit he wore as he pounced on you, your back falling to the mattress under his body.

You were so small. He was not the largest demon, but there was something in the sheer difference in your frames. Your face was cast in his shadow, your alluring eyes large as you stared up at him. There was no fear when his claw tore through the front of your dress.

Instead, there was a bright smile, the one he loved, when you realised what he was doing. “Yours, Mammon,” your hands found his hair and the horns protruding from them, pushing your chest closer to his face. The torn gold along your chest had revealed your glorious body to him, but most importantly, the mark that made you his.

“Mine,” the word was like a growl on his tongue as he watched the mark. It glowed in his presence, even more of the glorious gold that he loved. “Had to watch ya be shown off. I felt sick watchin’ but I couldn’t look away from ya, Treasure.”

You lifted a leg around his hips to press yourself against his erection. Mammon felt his cheeks go red from the shame but your shaky moan at the touch melted it away. His greedy little human, it felt amazing to know he was not the only one desperate. “Did I look pretty for you?”

“So so pretty,” he pushed up the skirt of your dress, letting the long material bunch at your waist. He wouldn’t let you take it off, maybe not for a long time. His colour was just too beautiful on you. “Gonna need you to wear this every day.”

You shuddered against him as Mammon ran a long finger along your cunt. No underwear. He had always heard Asmo talk about how you couldn’t wear panties with some clothes, but he just thought it was a lie. And yet, you were on display for him just like that. “That may be hard since you tore the front,”

“Ain’t no one else seeing you in this.” No. No, he couldn’t be having that. Even if you were in an outfit that covered all your skin under hundreds of layers, Mammon would still prefer it for his eyes alone. The wet heat on his fingers made his head spin in horny glee, the sweet smell of you making his eyes roll. “Just for me from now on. Got it? Me.”

You pushed against his seeking hand, rubbing more of your slick onto his palm. His erection throbbed in his pants. He needed to feel you. Feel all of you. “I sound like a doll then.”

His wings flapped and Mammon bit his lip. Doll. That worked. He rather liked it. “My doll, though, not my brothers,” he dug his head into the crook of your neck. Your smell was so strong, it streamed from every pore in your skin, he felt intoxicated. The growing lust, the overwhelming greed, even the licks of pride that often made his face scrunch were delicious from you. “Need ya really bad, human.”

You stroked his hair and rolled your hips against him. “Then, have me,”

The soft words had spurred action within you both. Mammon had gone into his back while you adjusted yourself to straddle him, his erection flush against his toned chest and leanings beads of white. Your eyes never strayed from his dick, he felt like glowing under your approving gaze.

“You have piercings?” Mammon nodded with a smirk, shining from the wetness he could feel growing on his thighs. You liked it. He should have known you would.

Your hand gently went to grasp his cock, thumb running along the golden piercing beneath the head. His moaned through his teeth at your curious touch. You did it again, gauging his reaction and milking another bead of precum from his slit.

Mammon noticed the bite of your lip, the slow grinding of your hips and the flooding lust in the air. He wanted to show off for you, tease you, and simultaneously ask if you wanted him to get more. “I really like it,” you eventually said, rubbing your palm against him as you lifted yourself into the air.

He dug his fingers into the mattress beneath him. It was happening. The thing he had craved. Something Mammon would have sold all his belongings for. You. He got to have you!

You aligned his dick with your entrance, whimpering as he entered. Your golden dress had fallen down and hid the act from his eyes, which may be a good thing because Mammon knew he would never be able to tear his eyes from it. He groaned as you slid down the shaft, taking more and more of him in such a slow movement that it felt torturous.

Until, he was completely in you, pushing you and stretching you out. He could feel your cunt tight and warm around him, throbbing in need for only his touch. Your face was scrunched in desire as your lip wobbled. His little human. All full.

“Doing so well, Treasure,” he moaned the praise into the air, his hand right on your hip. The glow of his pact mark fuelled the flames inside his body, only triumphed as your tits slipped from the torn dress. Mammon couldn’t help himself. “My human. Lookin’ all pretty for me,” he continued to whispered all the praise he had ever thought of when it came to you, moving himself up and closer to your chest.

When his mouth kissed the skin around your breast, your body shook as you moaned. He graced his fangs to see your reaction — it was just as needy as the last. You began to move on his dick, bouncing up and down while you pulled on his hair.

More marks. He wanted to leave enough marks on you that no one would dare go near you. Mammon squeezed his hand in your waist as he bit gently on your chest, and to his surprise you giggled through your shaky moan. “Am I your property now, Mammon?”

“Not property,” he was quick to dismiss that. You were his, but not an object. You were his favourite treasure, someone to worship. “You’re mine though. Don’t ya forget that or else.”

Your movements were that of a succubi. You’d managed to get him nice and deep inside you, threatening his control over just filling you up with his cum each time, then pulling him out so just his tip would kiss your opening.

And yet, your face was angelic and oh so sweet. Mammon was enamoured. “I won’t ever forget,” he couldn’t help but nuzzle into your neck again. It felt so safe. Mammon kissed your neck as he moved his other hand to your hip, moving your body with your bouncing, adding just the slightest bit more speed.

His favourite doll. His sapphire and his gold. His.

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[iamthemain-character]

The Gold and the Rust

astarion x reader

she/her

TW: mild spice, almost dubcon (but nothing actually happens! we only believe in clear consent in this household!), mentions of canonical trauma

@ S.H. you better give me a big kiss for this one

One bright morning changes all things

Soft and easy as your breathing, you wake

Your eyes open, at first a thousand miles away

But turning, shoot a silver bullet point-blank range

And I can scarce believe what I'm believing in

Could this be how every day begins?

The grass was soft and cool under the scarred skin that stretched over Astarion’s shoulder blades. He was sure his body ached, but after thousands of years of this routine, he hardly even noticed it anymore. What he never got used to was the prick of guilt, making his heart bleed out into his stomach. 

He pushes himself off the ground, relying on his hands to keep his frame upright. He let his head drop back between his shoulders, the soft, bristle-like ends brushing over his skin. He couldn’t help but recall how your hands had grasped at those same hairs not but a few hours ago. It had stirred an unexpected feeling in him, that simple gesture in the heat of passion. It was not the first time someone had grabbed his hair while he pleasured them, nor did he expect it to be the last. Yet...it had felt different; the pulling certainly had left his scalp tingling from the force of it, but it wasn’t violent. It had felt like you needed him closer, needed to have his lips on yours, needed his skin to merge within your own. Your touches had felt like you needed to know every part of him, like your soft fingers could reach down into his damned soul and bring it back to life. 

He had never been needed before.

Astarion looked over to the side, his ruby eyes appreciative as he gazed at your body. Your skin looked so soft, the peaks and valleys of your frame swirling in the sunlight that shone through the leaves. You looked just like a treasure, glowing and priceless in your mere existence. Astarion’s mind kept replaying the sound of your voice as you had squirmed underneath him, the way your softness welcomed his tight grip. Heaven didn’t exist for vampires, but when you had called out his name he was sure he had found it. 

Something altogether too warm and fluttery stirred in his cold, undead heart, and Astarion pushed himself up off of the ground, stretching to his full height as his hands brushed the low-hanging leaves of the willow tree that covered the two of you. He wasted no time collecting his clothes, lacing up his leather trousers in a business-like manner. 

Just before he could don his shirt, however, he heard the rustling of the grass behind him; for some reason he could not fathom, he wanted to turn around. He wanted to watch you wake up, let his fingers lazily trace over your skin, pretending he was the artist who had fashioned this masterpiece. Then, perhaps when you woke up fully, he would create his own works of art upon your warm skin. 

With a start, he snapped himself out of his thoughts, realizing his shirt was hanging loosely in his hands, swaying in the breeze. He felt an unfamiliar rush to his ears, a sort of embarrassment at catching himself so lost in thought over you. He never had trouble like this with any of his other victims before, so why was he so sentimental over you? Astarion knew he couldn’t love anyone, it wasn’t who he was. So why did he yearn to lay back down in the soft grass again? 

Against his better judgment, he turned around, and he felt his resolve weaken. The sun now shone over your face, and you had instinctively turned away from the light, but the Sun’s hands still left its caress over your neck and hair. Astarion softly crossed the short distance, crouching down beside your sleeping body. His logic was screaming at him to leave, to make sure there was no chance of a confrontation between the two of you. That was how he was going to string you along, of course, keep you guessing, wanting more. But now he was the one guessing himself, and needing more. 

Slowly, he laid on the grass again, feeling the sun glint off his own paper-white skin. He kept his chin over his shoulder, his gaze unable to be pulled away from your features. His fingers nearly ached with the desire to reach out, to feel your jaw under them, or the way your shoulder felt through your hair. But he kept them still, not willing to chance disturbing your rest. 

This was good for his ultimate plot, he reasoned to himself. You would trust him so much more if he woke up beside you, showered you with flirtatious comments and sensual touches. Him staying behind was a good thing for him, so he wouldn’t have to wait as long to be able to manipulate you to his whims. 

Surely that was the reason he laid beside you in the morning light, his pinky just a hair away from touching yours. 

One bright morning goes so easy

Darkness always finds you either way

It creeps into the corners as the moment fades

A voice your body jumps to calling out your name

But after this I'm never gonna be the same

And I am never going back again

Astarion could see your hunger the moment you had come back into camp. Your eyes had that dark expression, your body tense in a way that he knew exactly how to relieve. It was beautiful, something he certainly appreciated, but his chest ached with the anxiety of having to perform. Just the thought of touching you in that way made him want to puke whatever little blood was in his stomach. Not because you yourself were repulsive, but because he knew he wouldn’t be able to feel your hands, but instead the claws of Cazador. 

But he didn’t want to lose you. Already, his perfect plan was in crumbles. He already had your protection, your blood that you offered willingly. Now it was just maintenance. But instead, he kept trying to be more, to have more with you, simply because he wanted to. He liked your subtle glances across the camp, he liked the way you’d brush your leg against his. He loved the way he was finally able to learn to sleep because you held him so tightly after your encounters. Despite his best efforts, he had gotten used to having you as his, having your sole attention and romantic interest. Even if the blond elf pretended to not care, he liked having you all to himself. 

So when you entered his tent, already looking like you were one breath away from shredding his clothes, he did what he always has. Kept his mouth shut, shutting off his brain and letting his body exist for the only thing he was good for. He felt like he was simply watching as you kissed him, lips hungry and needy as they sought to claim his. He simply followed the routine, touching where he knew you liked it, meaningless words murmured in a sickenly sultry tone. If he could just get through this, he would be fine. And besides, you always felt so good, so he was simply overreacting. He would be fine.  

He let you pull off his shirt, but while your hands rested over his heart, the memory of Cazador’s tightened around it, fear running through his ice cold veins. And when you pushed him down onto the bedroll, straddling his hips, he didn’t see your adoring smile, but rather the vampiric fangs that had doomed him so long ago. 

“Astarion?” 

Your gentle voice broke through his thoughts, though by the look on your face, you must have called for him few times before. 

He tried to gather himself, putting on his practiced wicked smile. “Yes, pretty girl?”

Your forehead was wrinkled from your furrowed brows, the desire in your eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright?” Your voice was so soft, so sweet, and if Astarion didn’t know better, he would have thought you cared. 

“Of course pet. Please, I believe you were getting to something very important.”He purred, a little uncomfortable with the sudden attention to himself. 

Instead of continuing, however, you got off of him, kneeling beside the bedroll. “If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” 

Astarion sits up, and opens his mouth to reassure you, but he pauses as he hears your words. For a moment, he wasn’t quite sure he had heard them properly, because no one ever asked what he wanted, or if he even wanted the things he was doing. Still, the fear that you’ll walk away, that you’ll find someone else to shower your attention on seizes him, and he knows he must double down on the lie. “Dearest, I could see you wanted me from the moment you came into camp. Let me take care of your needs, ease the weariness from the day.” 

You shook your head vehemently, a frown pulling at your mouth. “That’s not what I’m asking, Astarion. Do you want this right now, or would you rather not?”

Shame and guilt filled up his stomach, churning it into a stormy sea. Your eyes were so intense, as if you could see through him. He wasn’t sure his careful web of lies could protect him this time. “What does it matter what I want?” Astarion winces at how bitter his voice sounds, knowing that he’s not angry with you. He hesitates, wondering briefly if you were going to punish him for his impertinence. 

Your furrowed brows arch upwards, surprised at his tone, but you don’t move away, nor do you make any move to harm him. “I don’t want to sleep with you if you don’t want it as much as I do.” You say, your voice a little frustrated from how much Astarion is dodging your questions. 

Astarion huffs, looking guilty. “I can still give you what you want. I know how to make you feel-”

“That's not the point.” You cut him off, taking a deep breath to keep yourself calm. “Is that really what you think this is? You think I come to you just because of what you can give me?”

For the first time in his undead life, Astarion is speechless, a little bewildered by your reactions and your words. “What else would you come to me for?”

You run a hand through your hair, wishing you could shake this man of whatever terrible thoughts are under that silvery hair of his. Instead, you smooth out the edge of the blanket, keeping yourself calm. “Do you truly not have any idea how I feel about you?” You watch, but Astarion gives no reaction or indication of his thoughts. You soften, your heart aching a little. “I......I care about you so much Astarion. And I mean all of you.” 

You sigh, dropping your head back against your neck as you think. “I think about you all the time. I worry about if you’re safe or if you’re hungry. I get excited knowing I get to see your face, I long to make you smile. And not the one you always have, the real one where I can see one more fang more than the other because your lips go crooked when you’re trying not to smile.” You drop your gaze back down, looking into the depths of his ruby eyes. “I enjoy the sex, of course. But that’s because I enjoy every part of you. You have so many other amazing qualities.” 

Astarion sits very still and very quiet as he listens, only the tips of his ears twitching. He keeps playing the words on loop inside of his head. I care about you. And for the first time, he finds that he has no quips, no easy flattery or flirtation, nor any weapon to get out of this. You are just there, in front of him, your words raw and so saturated with honesty. And it terrifies him. 

But deep inside of him, in the heart he likes to pretend he doesn’t have, there's a small glimmer of light. A tiny flame of hope, burning through the cruelty of Cazador and the ghosts of past trysts, making him wonder if he could truly be so desired. To be wanted beyond his body. “...I have spent my life, being a body for people.” He says quietly, his eyes trained on your hands as he speaks. Everything in his rougish logic is cursing him for being vulnerable, but as he lifts his gaze to your eyes, he finds nothing but safety and acceptance. “I do not know what it is to be cared for. But…” He pauses, his eyes softening, round and doe-like. His hands are embarrassingly shaky, but he reaches out, taking yours into them all the same. “I would very much so like to find out.” 

A small, sweet smile curls on your face, fanning the hope inside of Astarion’s heart. You hold his hands gently but firmly, like you know he may pull away otherwise. “Then let me ask you again; do you, Astarion, want to continue what I was doing? And I want your genuine answer, not what you think I want.”

Astarion swallows the ball of nerves in his throat, his fingers tightening their grasp on you. “No.” He says, and he feels a surge of emotion within his heart. “No, I don’t.” he says again, astonished at how it feels to say the word. He watches you, but you’re still smiling, still looking at him like you adore him. Astarion wonders if perhaps you really do just care about him. “But I...I don’t want you to leave, either.” He admits, wondering if he’s pushing his luck. 

Your smile only grows, and you move a little closer to him. “Would you like me to grab my bedroll? Or...I could even hold you, if you’d like?” 

Astarion feels his own lips turn up, the idea of being close to you, warm and comfortable in his bed more enticing than he can express. “Yes please, darling. I’d like to keep you close.” 

You nod, and without a single hesitation, you move back over to the bedroll. Astarion feels a little giddy at the prospect, struggling to keep up his cool, nonchalant attitude. He lays down with you, watching your hair sprawl out over his pillow. Your head mirrors his, and for a while, the two of you just gaze into one another’s eyes. Astarion tries to subtly shift closer, pretending like he’s getting comfortable, when in reality he just wants to be closer to you. Knowingly, you smile at him, and you open your arms to invite him in. 

He practically swan dives into the junction of your shoulder and chest, nuzzling his head over your heart. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide the smile that pulls at his lips, all but purring as he melts against your side. You curve one arm over his shoulder, cradling his head as it rests over your breast, and you drape the other lightly over the valley of his waist. 

The little flame inside of Astarion’s heart bursts into a fire as he feels you hold him, and he gives up any attempts at being cool about your presence. His bicep presses into the underside of your breasts, squishing them a little from how tightly he holds you. His other arm snakes under you, resting at the natural curve of your back. Even with your body fully in his grasp, however, it's still not enough. He draws his knee up, hooking his leg over yours, resting it below your knee. A contented sigh brushed your hair as he relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut. You could see his soft white eyelashes over his cheeks, the skin lightly pink and matching the tips of his ears. 

Gently, your hand shifts upwards to the nape of his neck, lightly scratching at the hair where it grows out from his skin. The shorter strands loosen from where they were tucked between the two of you, twisting with every moment of your fingers. Astarion almost doesn’t want to believe this could be real, that you truly were so willing to simply lay with him, to hold him. And yet as he listened to the steady beat of your heart, so full of life, he was sure that he had found heaven.

The sky set to burst

The gold and the rust

The colour erupts

You filling my cup

The sun coming up

Like I lived my whole life

Before the first light

(Some bright morning comes)

Like I lived my whole life

Before the first light

Being an elf and a vampire meant that even when Astarion could sleep, he didn’t sleep for very long. It used to bother him, the long, lonely nights where he was left alone with the ghosts of his past. After falling in love with you, however, he adored the mornings. He would linger in the warmth of your shared bed, cuddled as close to you as he possibly could be. He would alternate between stroking your hair, or pressing delicate little kisses over your shoulder and arms. He loved watching you sleep, able to take his time studying your features without you blushing or hiding away. 

On the mornings where he was feeling needy, however, he took no issue waking you up. 

“My love.” He murmured, pressing a more insistent kiss to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around your waist. He saw no response, however, and so he decided to be more persistent in his efforts. He began trailing his lips over your arm, nibbling at whatever softness was there, making his way up to your neck. He couldn’t resist pressing the point of his nose into the skin of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. Sometimes he felt he could get drunk on your scent alone, the different aromas that collected on your skin melding into a fragrance that was entirely unique, and entirely his to enjoy. 

With that thought in mind, he nibbled gently at your neck, and was rewarded with the shifting of your body below his chest as you awoke. Your hands instinctively found their way to his back, soft and warm as they ran over his cool skin. He shivered, the sensation only serving to stir up the heat coiling in his lower abdomen. “There she is.” He hums, his tone dripping with satisfaction and barely controlled desire. 

“Good morning.” You say sleepily, your body already leaning up into him, not needing to be fully awake to know what it wants. Your touch crawls up to the nape of his neck, brushing the soft curls there at the base. Astarion nearly moans, the simple gesture only adding to the intense need he feels for you. 

He moves to get more fully on top of you, knees guiding your thighs apart as he finds his rightful place between them. Still, it's simply not enough, so his long fingers cup the slope where your ass met your thigh, nails digging into the soft flesh with a desperate claim. He knows that you’re still waking up, that he should be more gentle, but the smile on your lips is all the encouragement he needs to know his advancements are welcomed. His hands snap your hips up to meet his, and he presses his body intently against yours, letting you feel just how aroused he is. 

A soft moan leaves you, your mind waking up considerably as you feel heat rush straight to your core. You look down your body, seeing the way he’s practically grinding into you, his red eyes dark with lust and love. 

“Please.” The request carries an infinite well of want, his voice slightly breathless and husky, brushing invisible fingers along your spine. You nod, and that’s all it takes for Astarion to give into exactly what he’s wanting. Your bed becomes a paradise, both skin and sheets marked as he savors the way he can be this way with you, his past nothing more than a distant whisper. 

Heaven didn’t exist for vampires. 

But you did. And for Astarion, that was everything. 

[nerdanel01]

rungs of gold (18+)

certain works of fan art have me thinking a little too hard about what piercings Emmrich may or may not have.

Emmrich x Gender Neutral Rook, lots of cock, genital piercings, jacob’s ladder piercing, smut implied at the end but not depicted

“That—that’s not—” 

Rook’s tongue felt thick in their mouth; clumsy. The sight in front of them had rendered them inarticulate, and more than a little stupid, with a sudden, dizzy rush of heat and need. 

The lines around Emmrich’s eyes deepened with amusement, and his mouth slanted fetchingly to the side. 

“Yes, dear?”

The last two functioning brain cells in Rook’s head cast the incredulous words upon their tongue:

“That’s not part of your grave dowry.”

Because a grave dowry—as Rook understood it—was gold that Nevarrans took with them when they died. Rook had seen some of the undead thralls in the Necropolis, bangles of gold stacked along their wrists and ankles, just like the bracelets Emmrich wore nearly to his elbows.

But, with a shock that had nearly stopped Rook’s heart (but left other parts of their body clenching, deliciously, in anticipation)—when Emmrich had undressed in front of them for the first time, unfastened his trousers and pulled himself free, he had revealed certain jewelry that Rook could not possibly imagine any skeleton wearing from beyond the grave. 

Rook had no idea how they would attach it. 

“A keen observation,” Emmrich replied, his widening grin tugging crookedly at his words. “When I pass on, I won’t be able to take these particular adornments with me; they are exclusively for the admiration and stimulation of the living.”

Emmrich’s hand dropped between his slender hips, long fingers grasping loosely around his swollen arousal, already red and weeping. The ladder of golden barbells that ran along the underside of his shaft winked seductively at Rook as Emmrich ran his fingers over them. Really, Rook shouldn’t be surprised. Whyever should Emmrich not be dripping in gold from head to toe? Look at him: gorgeous, precious—perfect, even without the embellishments of the studs in his ears and the rings on his fingers (and the piercings along his cock, which Rook probably couldn’t pull their eyes away from if they tried.) But Rook still wants to layer him in golden pendants and ruby brooches until he shines exactly like the treasure he is.

That—and Rook would also very much like to climb naked into Emmrich’s lap, to feel all that gold pressing up against them.

Emmrich’s hazel eyes sparkled as he watched Rook’s gaze trace the movements of his hand. 

“Darling Rook, if you like them so much, I will have the gold melted down into a bracelet, and ensure it is bequeathed to you after I am gone.” The laugh lines around the necromancer’s mouth deepened, though Emmrich did not make a sound beyond the shallow huffing of his breath, unsteady with lust. “A small token to help you remember me fondly.”

‘Fond’ was perhaps not the word Rook would use the memories such a token might recall to mind. But the idea of Emmrich’s genital piercings living a second life as a bracelet on their wrist humiliated them with a burning they admittedly did not totally despise. Swallowing, Rook drank in the sight before them and imagined what Emmrich would look like after he came—milky rivulets of his spend trickling between the gold barbells like beads of dripping pearls—

“Dear,” Emmrich began, then, his voice wavering, less sultry and far less sure of himself, “you seem a bit shocked—forgive me, I ought to have said something, not left it til the moment to reveal it to you. If it is too much…”

A dull whine from the back of Rook’s throat answered. “Not too much,” Rook managed to reassure him after finding their tongue, tearing their gaze away from Emmrich’s waist to meet his eyes. “Definitely good, I just…”

Rook’s eyes sunk back to Emmrich’s waist. Color heated their cheeks, and they asked: 

“Can I touch?”

In the periphery of their vision, Rook saw Emmrich jerk his head—a sharp, emphatic nod of his head, yes—and Rook took a step forward, closing the space between them. 

Hesitant—not for any lack of desire on their part, but out of a profound reluctance to hurt Emmrich—Rook groped gently along his shaft, tugging loose-fistedly along the hot swollen length of it, carefully not to pull too roughly on his piercings. But even that gentle touch left Emmrich stifling a satisfied groan in the back of his throat—and Rook matched that groan in kind, feeling the smooth, golden ball-ends of the piercings glide across their fingers, imagining what all that metal would feel like, dragging mercilessly inside of them. 

Croaked, weakly, “Wow.”

Just like that, the crooked grin was back on Emmrich’s face—though now he surveyed Rook through eyes heavy lidded with desire, his breath catching unevenly as Rook continued to stroke him. 

“I’m pleased you like it. I must admit, some partners have found it off-putting, in the past.”

Rook choked out a laugh. Honestly, it was taking all of Rook’s self control not to rip off their clothes and jump on it this instant, but they gathered that such a move would neither be wise nor entirely welcome. Still,

“That’s insane. It’s a huge turn on.” 

Emmrich answered this declaration with a gasp of delighted disbelief. “Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Rook affirmed with an emphatic nod of their head, swiping slow, firm and insistent at the weeping, red head of his shaft. Told him:

“Emmrich, you’re gorgeous.”

—and felt their stomach flip and clench in excitement at the way Emmrich’s cock jumped in their hand at the words, bloodflooded and thick. 

“How very fortunate I am that you think so.” Emmrich’s words came breathlessly, now; a faint blush was starting to spread across his cheeks. “Do you still want to…?”

Rook pulled on his cock, kissed his neck, kissed up to Emmrich’s ear. 

“Yes,” Rook swore, pressing the words and their hot breath against the barely-there evening stubble on Emmrich’s neck. They could feel their own cheeks burning at the thought of the dirty talk perched on their tongue, felt a little shudder of arousal run through them when their mouth shaped the words against Emmrich’s skin:

“Yes, you’d better—

“It’d be cruel of you to display yourself like this in front of me if you weren’t going to fill me up after.” Emmrich didn’t answer. And Rook shrank in on themselves, already ready to apologize for pushing things too far—Emmrich was such a gentleman, they should have realized he wouldn’t want to be spoken to like that—when they felt Emmrich’s long fingers on their chin, tilting their face up to his and pausing only to groan a low, “oh, darling…” between their lips before he was crushing their mouths together in a kiss so passionate it bordered on the obscene.

[purplepleasureswritings]

Pampered - Sylus x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 4K

Tags: Female MC, No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Sylus, Gentle Femdom MC, Oral, Chasing, Bratty! Sylus,

Link to A03 for easier reading: here

Preview:

You and Sylus make a bet where if you are able to catch him, he will be at your mercy and he is all too eager to play along.

Just let me recharge.

The words kept echoing around in your head as you stared down at him curled against you, face buried in your neck on the couch. You gently rubbed his ears, unable to resist.

After all, it wasn't much longer until the effect wore off, right? You should make the most of it. And with how upset he seemed at you selling him off to another woman and how hard he's been working, perhaps he deserves to be spoiled a bit.

You were scrolling through your phone, beginning to doze off with Sylus' weight against you and his rumbling purr, when you got a text notification from the twins in your group chat.

[Double Trouble-1]

You and Boss look cute together like that

[Double Trouble -2]

You two have been working hard! Have fun!

[Double Trouble-1]

Try getting him some toys!

[Double Trouble -2]

From here!

You had been amused by the twin's antics, wondering how they had seen the two of you before seeing them wave through the back door, but you dropped your phone in surprise as you opened the link to the website. That was certainly not a cat toy website!

You winced as your phone hit Sylus on the head and scrambled to grab it, only for him to capture your wrist and take the phone instead, his tail giving an irritated flick as his ears pressed against his head. That is... until he peered more closely at the screen and let out a low chuckle, clicking on something before turning it around, a pink vibrating strapon filling the screen.

"This is rather cheap, but don't worry. I already have one custom fitted and ordered waiting for us in the bedroom. The rubies and gold will look stunning on you." Sylus purred with a devious smile, tail swaying from side to side as your mouth ran dry at the vision and possibility.

"You mean you've been wanting... that?" You asked in a low voice, desire pooling in your gut as Sylus' smirk widened.

"I have for some time now. It's all about trust and power... isn't it? Of course, I won't make it easy for you. I don't like bad deals, after all." Sylus said, sitting back at the end of the couch as your eyes flashed in understanding and excitement.

If he wanted to play. To let loose knowing that you would catch him and keep him. Mark him as yours. To be free to express himself without being so guarded or afraid you would leave.

You'll give and bet anything for that.

But it would have to be something to catch his interest. And something you would win.

Linkon was your city, and these were your hunting grounds.

"Well Miss Hunter? Do you want to play? You are still my caretaker, after all." Sylus asked, his eye glowing as you grinned up at him in challenge.

"Absolutely. If I catch you in the next twenty minutes, you'll be at my mercy." You said and Sylus' eyes widened imperceptibly as he gave a pleased purr.

"And... if you don't..." Sylus drawled and you held back a shiver.

"If I don't... I will owe you a favor. No questions asked. And no limits." You whispered, Sylus' pupils constricting before dilating.

"Well, well, this bet pleases me. It seems I will benefit either way but... do try and catch me quickly. Your time starts.... now." He whispered in your ear before clicking the timer on your Hunter's watch and disappearing in a swirl of red and black mist.

And the game was on.

You raced out the backdoor, startling the twins as you cast a grin over your shoulder.

“It’s a game! I would wear ear plugs tonight!” You called out as you scaled over the fence, the twins laughing and cheering before you disappeared over the other side, landing on the pavement.

You walked out of the alley carefully to not draw any attention, looking around.

Where would Sylus hide?

You looked up as you felt a tingle, sensing him nearby. Your Evol was still sensitive to his and Sylus had a presence you couldn’t shake. Your eyes narrowed onto the roof of a skyscraper you knew had a rooftop bar and you grinned.

As you walked into the lobby of the skyscraper you were halted by a security guard.

“I’m sorry but…” the security guard said until you held up your Hunter’s Badge.

“There may be some danger on the roof. Can you escort me there?” You said and the security paled before leading you to the elevator and punching in a special code.

“Should I call to evacuate the bar?” He asked and you shook your head.

“This man needs to be brought in quietly. There are no Wanderers nearby and he won’t harm the patrons.” You explained and the security guard nodded in understanding before returning to his post.

You shifted impatiently as you watched the floors rush past you, checking your watch. You still had fifteen minutes.

You just hoped your hunch was correct and he hadn’t escaped yet.

As the elevator opened, you ducked behind a large potted plant on the roof, looking for any sign of Sylus. You found him looking over the edge, strangely turned away from the sidewalk.

Was he that willing to lose a bet? That was no fun.

You quietly crept over, weaving around patrons and waiters until you could run to him. As your hand reached out to grab the back of his shirt, he turned and gave you a smirk, disappearing in a swirl of red and black mist. You swore and looked over the edge to see him on a lower roof top.

You eyed it.

You could make that jump. You’ve done crazier stunts and maneuvers as a Hunter. Your training and constant battling of Wanderers made you quite agile and flexible, making parkour a breeze for you. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching before climbing over the railing and leaping, the air rushing past you.

Before you could angle your body to stick the landing, red and black mist grabbed you, depositing you on the very edge of the roof, several feet away from him.

Sylus shot you a cocky smirk as he backed away and you charged at him, your heart pumping as you chased him around the rooftop. He ducked behind a generator, toying with you by lunging in one direction before running in the opposite and you snarled, climbing on top of a nearby turbine to leap at him and tackle him. He laughed, letting you pin him to the asphalt as his ears twitched and the timer on your watch went off.

"You caught me. Are you going to claim me?" Sylus asked with a sly smirk that disappeared when you captured his lips in a heated, rough kiss. He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, large hands running up your back until you pulled away for air, nipping his bottom lip.

"Yes." You said breathlessly. "Take us home."

The lights of the city sped past the two of you as Sylus took you deep into the N109 Zone on his bike, but it was still not fast enough. You were burning with the need to take him in so many ways that you were absolutely dripping.

When the two of you parked you were practically vibrating out of your skin with the urge to touch him all over, images of his naked, vulnerable body laid out in front of you flashing in your mind, his eyes simmering with need and want and a trust that you would take care of him and make him as yours.

Sylus unlocked his door, turning with a bow.

“Thank you for escorting me home, My Lady. Have a good night.” Sylus said, kissing your cheek as you stared at him in confusion until you noticed the devious look in his eyes and swishing of his tail.

Brat. So he wanted to push you to see how far you would go, huh?

You grabbed him by his silk tie and pulled him down for a kiss, walking him backwards into the couch.

“I won and I’m claiming my prize now. You will be completely at my mercy.” You crooned as his eyes darkened.

“Is that so?” He asked, his tail curling around your wrist.

“But we didn’t agree that it would be tonight.” He said loftily and you softened, caressing his cheek, watching as he fought not to lean into the touch.

“You’re right, we didn’t. I am having fun playing though, Brat, if you want to continue.” You said softly, Sylus’ eyes flashing with a brief hesitation as he searched yours. You felt him probe at your mind, seeking to understand your desire and you raise your chin proudly.

“What is it you desire, Sylus?” You asked and he groaned, one hand holding your back and the other gripping your thigh.

“You. Always you. I trust you. So show me what you’ve got.” Sylus said in a throaty whisper, baring his neck as he looked up at you.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss on the pulsing vein of his neck that had him shuttering before biting down on it and sucking, Sylus giving a low cry.

“You are mine. Is that what you want to hear, Darling?” You asked and he looked up at you, eyes slightly hazy with his lips parted.

“Yes.” He said breathlessly and you grinned.

“Good boy. Now be a dear and go get naked on your bed, on your stomach.” You ordered and Sylus cocked his head, ears swiveling.

“And if I refuse?” He drawled and you grabbed his chin firmly.

“Don’t. You said you would be at my mercy and I really don’t want to punish you. I want the chance to actually pamper you.” You said and Sylus gave a slow blink that you returned without realizing.

“Alright. I’m curious. Let’s see where this goes.” Sylus said, inhaling your neck briefly before setting you on the couch and standing, his tail swaying from side to side as he began to walk down the hall to his dark bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes as he did so.

You shook your head, enjoying the view as you stood and gave Mephisto a scratch on the head from his perch before following Sylus, resisting the urge to smack him on the ass or grabbing his tail. As you entered the bedroom, you watched him stretch out on his dark bedsheets, arching his back before putting a pillow on his chin and looking over his shoulder at you with half lidded eyes.

“Is this to your liking, My Lady?” Sylus asked, his tail swaying in the air.

“Yes, now be good and wait patiently.” You said before slipping into the ensuite bathroom and rummaging around.

After a particularly rough mission, Sylus had given you a massage with an oil that smelled absolutely divine and you were determined to use that same oil on him. You held back a triumphant cry as you unearthed it and quickly shed your clothes, not wanting to ruin them.

You stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, massage oil in hand as your nipples began hardening and your folds became slick at the heated look Sylus gave you. You crawled on his back, kissing one of his caracal ears that fluttered against your lips as he gave a pleased sigh. You sat down on his mid back, stradling the thickness as you pumped the oil into the palm of one of your hands, rubbing them together to heat it up.

Sylus groaned, his tail brushing against your spine as you kneaded the tense muscles in his shoulders, thankful you had watched several videos after he had given you one, wanting to repay him. You focused on kneading out the tense as Sylus began to slowly relax beneath you, adding more oil as you needed and enjoying the sheen and shimmer it created on his skin in the low firelight of the crackling fireplace.

“A lady massaging her butler? How scandalous.” Sylus said with a breathy chuckle, his eyes closed.

“I am your caretaker still and you worked hard with pampering the kitties. Don’t you deserve the same?” You asked and Sylus’ ear flicked in irritation.

“Am I your pet then?” He drawled, looking back at you and you pinched him before pressing your breasts to his back as you draped yourself over him and kissed his cheek.

“No. You are my precious lover. Or are the hands that only want to make you feel good not good enough for you, Brat?” You asked and Sylus huffed a fond laugh, propping himself up slightly to better kiss you.

“They are better than I have imagined. I can not wait to see what more you have planned, Sweetie.” Sylus said and you smiled, pleased with yourself as you worked your way down his back.

When you reached his ass, he jumped slightly and looked back at you with a smile and raised eyebrow as you playfully groped and massaged the globes of his ass, his tail curling against your cheek. You kissed the tip before working the backs of his thighs and calves, tapping one of his ankles.

“Roll over.” You said and Sylus grinned.

“I’m a cat, not a dog.” He drawled and you snorted.

“I thought you were a crow, but roll over. I want to massage your front.”

“By all means.” Sylus said, finally complying and turning on his back. His cock was hard and leaking against his toned stomach and you dragged a fingertip along the thick vein on the underside.

“Seems like someone is excited for what I might do to them.” You teased and Sylus gave a noncommittal hum and smirk.

You thumbed the precum leaking at his slit before drizzling the massage oil on his plush pecs and abdomen, smoothing it down and rubbing it in as you massaged him, straddling his thighs and feeling them flex under you as he tried not to squirm. You massaged his biceps and forearms, his breath hitching as you took one of his hands in yours, massaging his large palms as best you could before repeating with his other hand.

When you were done, you pinned his wrists to the bed above his head, looming over him with a cocky smile. He drew in a ragged breath, his eyes molten rubies and you gave him a brief kiss.

“Where is the toy you ordered for us that you said would suit me?” You asked and his eyes darkened.

“The chest at the foot of the bed.” He said in a low, relaxed voice, his ears alert in excitement and anticipation.

You kissed his noise as he let out a “mrrp” and you quickly slid off the bed to hide your giggles, going around to the black and gold chest at the foot of the bed and opening to reveal the red velvet insides.

Oh. This was quite the treasure chest. Has he been hiding it this whole time? Greedy man.

Wait. Had he used them on other lovers before you?

You felt a hot surge of jealousy rush through you and you realized how he felt on the boat when you were casually offering him to go to another women’s room.

“They are for us only and relatively new, Sweetie. The cruise had quite the impact on me.” Sylus said, catching your gaze as you looked at him over the lid.

Oh. Of course. Even though you had only known each other for a short time, it still feels like you’ve known him a lifetime or in a past life.

“Your harness and the strap are in the lid. I was… curious.” Sylus said, hands still pressed to the bed where you left them as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

You felt your thighs become sticky as you remembered him on his knees before you and you bit back a whimper, choosing to focus on the strap on the was proudly displayed on the lid.

The black leather of the harness looked incredibly supple and you traced the engravings of small feathers along the thick strap of the top. In between the feathers were several small, glittering rubies, with two larger ones on the thick thigh straps and outer straps. An golden ring held the double ended dildo with an arched, feather texture to nestle against your clit. The firm silicone was a deep crimson with a swirling marbling of black and gold. At the base was a row of buttons you couldn’t wait to try.

No wonder he said the pink one on the website was cheap.

“Well, what do you think? Is it to your liking?” Sylus asked and you nodded.

“It’s gorgeous. I hope you like it as well.” You said, bringing it over to the bed and sitting on the edge next to Sylus as you decided on your next steps.

“Of course I do. I designed it. After all, it is going in me and you. It should be worthy of the two of us and the bond we share.” Sylus said in a matter of fact tone and you wiped off the excess oil on your breasts before cupping his face and kissing him.

“You have been good. How would you like me to take you?” You asked and Sylus smirked, his eyes glowing.

“Must I choose only one position? I thought you would have more stamina as a Hunter.” He drawled and you snorted, tweaking one of his nipples.

“I do, but I thought I would let you choose first.” You said and he hummed.

“Very well. I wish to see your face instead of being taken from behind like an animal.” Sylus said and you gave him a kiss as a reward.

“Good. I am going to get you ready first and then you will get me ready.” You said and Sylus spread his legs further apart.

“As you wish.” He said and you grabbed the lube from the night stand settling in between his legs.

“Throw me a pillow?” You asked and Sylus placed a pillow near your waiting hand, grunting in surprise when you shoved the pillow under his lower back to prop his ass up.

“The bed is getting slippery.” Sylus mused and you blew a breath across his balls teasingly.

“Like you don’t have a hundred more pillows or sheets.” You said, slicking up two of your fingers and tracing a long line up his cock.

Sylus hissed as you pressed your index finger to his rim, circling it and swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. You pressed your finger in when you felt him relax enough and sucked his cockhead into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked.

He gave a light cry as his tail twitched beneath you, shuddering and gripping the sheets as you went further down on his cock while pushing your finger in. You pumped the finger in and out as his cock slid across your tongue. As you pressed your nose to the soft thatch of silvery curls at the base of his cock, swallowing around it, you added a second finger and began stretching him.

Sylus gave breathy sighs and moans, thighs trembling on either side of your head as he struggled not to thrust into your mouth, instead rocking back on your fingers. When you added a third, you sucked harshly at his cock, pumping them in and out of him.

“N-no. My Lady. I wish to come only on your cock.” Sylus said in a strangled groan and you pulled off of his cock with a groan of your own as your clit throbbed at the title.

Fuck. This was amazing.

You really needed to win bets more often.

You pressed a kiss to the tip, unable to resist as you gently pulled out your fingers, sitting back on your heels and taking in his flushed and aroused state, splayed out on the bed like a lewd painting of an ancient god.

Perhaps next time the two of you will wear the laurels and feed each other grapes and dates in the water, but for now, you wanted him on his knees.

“Sy… Sylus.” You said, clearing your throat and trying to calm down as his gaze sharpened.

“Yes, Beloved?” He asked in that low, sinful voice of his that had you nearly keening as you ached with want and need.

“Will you… will you get on your knees and help me into this?” You asked, holding up the harness and he groaned with desire, crawling off the bed and onto the floor in one smooth, elegant motion. He crawled toward you, his eyes predatory as his tail lazily moved before pulling you to the edge of the bed and sitting on his knees.

You whimpered at the sight and he pulled your legs apart, tutting.

“My Lady. You’ve made quite a mess here. Allow me to clean it up.” Sylus purred and you moaned as he licked a long strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue against your engorged, throbbing flesh. He parts your folds after putting your legs on his shoulders and buries his face in your wet mound. You mewled, riding his tongue as he made hungry noises and little sighs.

Sylus gathered slickness from your dripping folds on two fingers, sliding them easily into your pussy. You cried out and rode his two fingers as they crooked and pressed deep within, Sylus sucking at your clit until you were cumming with a loud, drawn out moan.

Sylus pulled back, sitting on his heels and licking his slick fingers, taking the remaining slickness of his lips with his thumb and licking that as well as he purred and his ears swiveled.

“Fuck. Good boy. You’re so good. But it’s my turn now.” You said in between ragged breaths as you kissed him and he groaned, sliding the harness up your legs and tightening the straps around your hips and thighs.

“On the bed.” You demanded and he complied, no longer able to wait either with how dark his cockhead was.

You rubbed lube down the silicone, slotting your end into your pussy and moaning as the textured feather brushed your clit.

“Ready? Should we have a safe word? How about Owl?” You asked in excitement as you pressed the tip to his entrance, pulling him half on your knees as he gave a startled laugh.

“Sure, Beloved. But I trust you and oh, how I want this.” Sylus said and you began pushing the silicone strap into him at his admission, watching as he stretched around it. He met your eyes unwaveringly, panting and groaning.

“More.” He asked and you thrust in, hilting yourself as you gave him time to adjust. You moaned as you felt the pressure against your clit and he squirmed, gripping your thighs. You gave a few shallow thrusts and he moaned.

“That’s good, but you can do better.” Sylus said and you huffed, gripping his thighs to get better leverage before you angled your hips and began jackrabbiting into him, causing him to cry out.

“Fuck!” He swore, black and red mist escaping from him as his Evol flickered and his cock bounced on his stomach from your thrusts. You grinned, reaching down to the base of the strapon to turn on all the buttons to their highest setting.

The two of you gave loud groans as the strapon began vibrating and rotating into Sylus with each thrust, the end in your pussy doing the same and the textured silicone feather vibrating against your clit. You weren’t going to last long, but you were determined to make this brat come first.

You reached a hand down to stroke Sylus’ cock in time with your thrusts and he grabbed your wrist, feeling your pulse as he looked up at you with hazy eyes, his mouth tilted back and opening in a cry. Not knowing what possessed you, you leaned down and over him, deepening the angle and biting his neck harshly with your teeth before laving your tongue over the indent and he wailed, cumming between you and shuddering as his Evol tore apart the canopy. You tensed and keened, caught in the vibrations and shuddered as wave after wave of orgasms pulsed through you.

Sylus pressed a shaky hand to the underside of the strapon and turned it off as you withdrew, panting. You didn’t want to show him how winded you were but he gave you a knowing smile, unbuckling the harness and letting it fall before pulling you against his chest.

“Thank you Miss Caretaker. I feel sufficiently pampered now. I should lose bets more often.”

A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!

[nightshadewine]

chronic illness magical items (not necessarily good):

a ruby earring that blocks all effects of exertion until it breaks, at which point all the symptoms that have built up come drastically crashing down

a silver-pommelled cane that negates all exertion from walking

a brass needle that needs only a drop of blood from another person to steal their energy for a few months (they will drain as you heal)

a wooden locket that allows you to hear whispers from the life you would be living if you were healthy

a gold signet ring that makes you completely healthy for a day, but may only be used once

a wax seal with an image of a poison vial; when letters are stamped with it, the person receiving the letter receives one of your symptoms, at random, and you lose it

a pocket watch with cracked glass which allows you to store up pain and energy. while you are storing, you crash and symptoms flare, but you may unload the energy and no-pain whenever you choose.

a stethoscope which allows you to take the pain away from another, but you must bear their pain for as long as they do not

a porcelain teacup which, when drunk from, puts your body into stasis. however your symptoms are when you drink, will remain that way while the liquid is within you. your heart will even stop beating, but with no side effects.

a thimble which, when placed in the pocket of the chosen person, will make them believe all of your symptoms

a wheelchair which alters the perception of everyone around you such that they no longer notice you, even if you speak to them

a mirror which when looked into alters one of your symptoms into another random symptom, and may not be reversed

a tattoo which concentrates all of your pain into the region of the tattoo. for instance, joint pain from all around the body will join and magnify into that one spot

a light bulb which when switched on causes your chronic illness to change into a different condition every day, and once switched on may never be turned off

a sleep mask made of silk which lets you sleep solidly for your chosen length of time but induces nightmares. the nightmares do not affect sleep quality but you remember them vividly

[bippityboppity69]

Fun Comes in Three [Ravion/Merlin/Indris]

I will admit, I did not expect the threesome to win first but hey! I'm not complaining! Finished up finals and wrote some smut as a reward! It's a long one!

“Okay with this, it should allow the people of Sal’thorin to acclimate to what the surface is like.” Merlin spoke as they spun a small orb between their hands. A green glow fluctuating as it rotated. “That way no one gets sick.”

“You are wonderful at finding solutions.” Ravion spoke, eyeing the orb.

“It’s nothing.”

“You and Indris are so alike. Humble, heroic, seeming bound to duty, adorable, oh the list goes on.”

Merlin rolled their eyes at his flirting, “Adorable and capable.”

“Which means I can give you more work~”

“I’m going to start charging you.”

A fake gasp left Ravion, “You would charge me? After all we have done for one another? How dastardly!”

“I know.” Merlin said, sarcasm clear in their voice. “It’s truly awful.”

Turning around to adjust the temperature of the orb, unable to see the sly smile that came over Ravion. Shaking their head at their friendly banter, they would never actually charge him for this. A lingering feeling of guilt refused to allow that. A squeak left Merlin as two hands gently cupped their hips, feeling soft long hair brush against their neck.

“You’re right Merlin.” Ravion whispered against their ear. “It’s quite unfair of you to work without a reward~"

Face flushing at the sultry tone, throat suddenly very dry. Heart beating faster as he slid his hands up their arms, fingers stroking over their own. Taking a breath, a sweet floral scent of roses mixed with spicy cinnamon seemed to surround them. Hearing a soft chuckle came from behind them,

“What to give to one who already has so much~”

Hands gliding back over their arms, fingers slowly dragging up until they reached their throat. Every touch feather light as Ravion seemed to trace patterns across their flesh. Heart now thoroughly pounding in their chest. Which was not helped by the hot breath against their ear. 

“A necklace of rubies? Oh, how lovely they would look on you or maybe gold and pearls? A few strands added through your hair would enchant anyone.” Fingers stroking through their hair, a steady and calm touch. “Or maybe you would like a more...carnal reward~

Merlin swallowed past the dryness in their throat, managing to give a shaky laugh. Pushing themselves away from his body just by an inch, “Y-you are far too much of a tease.”

“Hm? Am I?”

“You need to be careful with words like that.” Merlin told him, setting the orb down so they didn’t drop it. “Someone might take you on that offer.”

“That’s why I made it.”

“And-” Merlin froze before looking up at him. “You were serious?”

“My offer is legitimate.” Ravion told them, moving closer to them. Hand gently tilting their chin up, making them look into sultry rosy brown eyes. “Do you accept?”

A jolt raced through their body as he stroked his thumb over their bottom lip, “Not as a payment!”

“That’s fine~” Ravion purred as he moved closer. “Now, relax and enjoy yourself~”

Soft lips pressed against theirs, tasting sweet wine and cherries. A hand on their lower back moved them closer as his other buried into their hair. Tilting their head up as he deepened their kiss. Merlin moving their hands to his shoulders after a moment, feeling soft silky hair. Pulling back for a breath after a minute, Ravion gently biting their bottom lip.

“I-I.” Words were getting jumbled in their brain. “Bedroom?”

“Right here~”

Hands dropping to their thighs, easily picking them up. Merlin grabbing at Ravion as he carried them to the chair he was sitting in earlier. Sitting down with Merlin in his lap, pulling them into another kiss. Moving slowly down their jaw then throat, fingers moving down their shirt. Each button being undone slowly, fabric dropping down their back.

“I’ve always had an eye for beauty.” Ravion whispered. “And you my dear are the loveliest I’ve seen.”

Those words sent heat through their veins, not helped by the way his hands cupped their ass. Moving down to their thighs before back up, a teasing stroke around their button. A sharp gasp escaping as he nipped at their throat, the sensation of teeth sending shivers through them.

“Mhm~ You sound so sweet Merlin. I won-”

The sound of a door opening make Merlin snap their head up. Eyes widening at the sight of Indris, who was looking at a stack of papers in his hands. “City repairs are progressing along well, we should have all the bridges repaired by the end of the week.”

Going to stand up but they were stopped as Ravion wrapped his arms around their waist. Holding them in place as a sly smile came over him, mischief clear in his eyes. Gaze darting to Indris before he sweetly kissed their neck, right before being joined by teeth and tongue. Pulling a gasp from Merlin at the feeling.

“After those are fixed, we s-” Indris looked up, brows furrowed at the odd sound. Jolting as he caught sight of Merlin and Ravion, the papers dropping from his hands. “O-Oh apologies!”

Merlin squirmed as embarrassment flooded their being, burying their head against Ravion’s shoulder so they didn’t have to face Indris. Hearing and feeling a chuckle from the man beneath them, a hand stroking over their back. Cool leather against heated skin.

“After the bridges are fixed, we should what?” Ravion asked calmly.

“I um.” Indris cleared his throat as he picked up the papers, face flushed as he looked away. “We are just finishing repairs. I apologize for disturbing you two.” 

“You don’t have to be so formal.” Ravion told him. “Keep talking about the repairs, after all Merlin and I are right here~”

Brushing a hand over Merlin’s hair as he pressed a kiss to their shoulder, rosy brown focused purple. A smug smile coming over him as he watched Indris’s throat flex, grip tightening on his papers. Watching his eyes flash, following Ravion’s hand. 

Well, what an interesting reaction!

“This is n-”

“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, Indris.” Ravion told him. “We’re allowed to have fun and destress~”

Merlin glanced up at Ravion, who winked at them. Glancing over their shoulder at Indris, who seemed to be battling several emotions. Purple eyes going between Ravion and them, lingering on their undone clothing. Merlin could feel hands on their waist, gently squeezing as their earlobe was tugged.

“He’ll come if you ask~” Ravion whispered. “And I don’t mind sharing.”

Their ears were burning. He was teasing them, he had to be. Yet...the idea was more than a little tempting. Both Ravion and Indris? Biting their bottom lip at the thought, would he accept if they offered? What if he refused?

“Either leave or join us~” Ravion told him. Nibbling Merlin’s neck as he spoke to them. “What do you think Merlin? Should he leave...or join?”

“I w-”

“I wouldn’t mind if he joined.” Merlin managed to say, voice quiet.

Unable to look back at Indris, yet they could feel his gaze on them. Thickly swallowing as their hands trembled, gratefully as Ravion moved a soothing hand over their shoulders. Relaxing into him as he did, either Indris would join or he would leave.

“Indris will you really ignore such a sweet plea?” Ravion asked. “Why just look at poor Merlin~”

A slim hand gently grabbed their face, tilting their head up. Ravion stroked down their throat then back up, the light catching the numerous marks on the mage. Smiling at the nervousness and eagerness in Merlin’s gaze as he made them look at Indris, who was frozen in place.

“Such a sweet expression.” Turning Merlin back to face him. “It feels almost a shame to keep this sight all to myself~”

Ravion grinned as he watched Indris’s resolve crack, holding eye contact with him as he nipped at Merlin’s neck. Eyes sparking as he watched the crack grow wider before crumbling. Smiling as the papers were set next to the orb, footsteps silent as he approached the two.

“Hm? Have you decided?” Ravion asked in a teasing tone.

Merlin looked up, meeting a pair of hungry but also nervous purple eyes. He looked like he wanted to join, yet his mouth was pressed into a firm line. Pausing for a moment before they raised their hand, smiling up at Indris.

“Do you accept?”

Lips met theirs as he pulled them into a kiss, hands cupping their jaw. Both the angle and uncertainty that Indris held making the kiss slightly difficult. Merlin raised their arms, pulling him closer as they guided him into a better angle and gentler motion.

A satisfied smile sat on Ravion’s face as he watched them. Going back to undoing Merlin’s clothes, hands stroking over their torso and stomach. Catching the tremble as he slid his fingers up and down their sternum, kissing their chest.

“Hm, I believe we should move to a more open space.” He told the two of them. “This chair won’t fit three.”

Grinning as Indris picked up Merlin in his arms, face flushed, and gaze focused. Surprised as he turned to Ravion before holding out a hand, helping him up. Moving closer to him, moving an arm around his waist.

“There’s a bedroom behind this door.

[---] 

Merlin let out a breath as they were set on the bed, pushing themselves up. Watching as Indris and Ravion both stripped out of their armor and clothes. Revealing planes of pale muscles, hardened by work and combat. Silver scars dotted across Indris, scales of seafoam green on Ravion.

Speaking of him, he caught Merlin’s gaze before winking. Moving toward Indris, helping him taking off his undershirt. Nails dragging up his abdomen as he pulled the man into a passionate kiss. One hand burying into white hair as he guided him back, pulling back as they reached the bed. Coaxing Indris up and behind Merlin as he moved to their front. Fingers hooking into their pants before slowly pulling them off, dragging his hands up their legs.

“No, we can’t be too loud~” Ravion softly spoke. “Luckily, Indris can help with that, can’t you?”

A rough hand gently tipped Merlin’s face up, an air of excitement and nervousness surrounding Indris. He moved slowly, handling them with a soft touch, as if he was afraid to break them. Smiling against his mouth before moving their arms around his shoulders. Jolting as they felt Ravion push their thighs apart, thumbs rubbing soothing circles before their underwear was taken off.

Gasping into Indris’s mouth as slim fingers stroked between their legs. Calloused thumbs stroked their cheekbones soothingly, a breath leaving him as he pulled back. Merlin took in a breath as pleasure rolled through their body, breath catching as they felt Ravion’s head move between their thighs. Back arching as he licked across them, hands on their hips, holding them in place.

“Mhm~ how delicious.” He purred, voice low and thick with desire. “Indris, you’re slacking~”

Merlin’s next moan was muffled by Indris, fingers trembling as they gripped white hair. Kiss taken with passion over patience as hands moved to their torso, gently moving and pinching. A tremble rolling through their body at both of their touches, breathing becoming heavy as heat coiled in their lower stomach. Growing stronger as two fingers moved inside, scissoring and curling.

“Mhphm!”

“Beautiful~” Ravion spoke as he pulled back. “Now, let’s move onto the next course~”

Moving up their body, leaving a trail of bruises and marks as he did. Watching both Merlin and Indris before an idea came to mind. Coaxing the mage up and away, silently laughing at the look that his friend gave him. Returning the look of disdain with a sly smile and wink as he flipped Merlin around. Now facing Indris as Ravion moved behind them, gripping their hips and squeezing.

“You both did so good on staying quiet.” Ravion praised as he moved their thighs apart. “I noticed you like to use your mouth Merlin...why don’t you use it on a different part for Indris? He deserves a reward too~”

Looking up into purple eyes, gaze dragging down to his underwear. A bulge visible, straining against the fabric. Looking back up at Indris as they nodded, hands moving to take down his last piece of clothing. Eyes widening at the rather long and girthy cock, white curls at the base.

“Oh my~” Ravion cooed, a glint of excitement in his eyes. “What a sword~”

A grumble left Indris as his face and ears flushed, looking down at Merlin. Hands coaxing their head up, watching as they opened their mouth and took his head. A strained exhale leaving him as they did, head tipping up as he took in a breath. Fingers gently moving through their hair, taking care to not pull.

Merlin gasped then choked as they felt Ravion move inside them. Hands snapping up to grab Indris, feeling the grip tighten on their hair. Body being pushed forward as he slowly moved, taking more of the man in front of them. A low groan leaving him as more of his cock entered their mouth. Ravion whispering sweet honey-soaked praises in their ear as he thrusted.

“Good Merlin~ You’re doing so good~”

Moaning around Indris, feeling as he shook against him. Fingers tightening then loosening a second later, trying not to move his hips too much. Breath ragged as Merlin swirled their tongue around him, eyes fluttering as his throat flexed.

“And don’t think I forgot about you~” One hand grabbed Indris’s face as Ravion leaned closer, cupping his jaw. “You’re doing wonderful Indris~”

“Ha~”

“There~” Ravion purred, making his thrusts shallower and faster. “Such a good boy~”

Indris moaned as he bit his bottom lip, hands shaking as his hips jerked. A salty taste coming over Merlin’s tongue. Followed by Ravion letting out a sigh, tightly gripping their hips as he spilled inside. Pulling back as he watched Merlin’s thighs tremble.

“Oh, how selfish of me after you have done so much.” He told them. “Indris? I’m afraid I must ask you to take care of Merlin. I need a few minutes to recover, and we can’t leave them like this.”

Merlin panted as they looked up at Indris, a plea mixed with lust in their gaze. Blinking as he seemed to disappear in a moment, calloused hands gripping their hips with bruising force. Ravion appearing in front of them, wiping cum from their bottom lip before licking it from his thumb.

A low whine left Merlin as Indris moved inside, back arching. Ravion smiled at their pleasure drunk expression, one hand petting their hair as he coaxed their mouth up. Sweetly kissing them, tongue sliding past their lips, pulling back after a minute. Licking his lips as he looked back at Indris, the man fully focused on the mage under him. Harsh pants leaving him as his hips pounded against them.

“Merlin, could you tell me who is inside you?” Ravion asked. 

“I-Indris.”

The man groaned at the breathy moan of his name, a gasp leaving Merlin as he snapped his hips against them. Arms shaking as his pace became quicker and rougher. Ravion smiled at them as he held their chin up, those rosy brown eyes staring into theirs.

“I’m sorry my dear, I didn’t quite catch that. Who is inside of you?”

“Indris.” Hands gripping the blanket under them. “Ah~ Indris!”

Ravion quickly swallowed their cry as Indris gave one more rough thrust, a choked moan leaving him. Tightly holding Merlin as they trembled underneath him, both of them panting. A shudder leaving the mage as he pulled out, Ravion pulling back with a hum.

“How fun~” He said as both of them collapsed on either side of him. “We should do this more often.” 

[kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings]

This evening's thought is about Kitsune Shinjuro Rengoku - absolutely not just because I have a thing for DILF's and this man is attractive...

Kitsune Shinjuro Rengoku an attractive yet unkept - almost scraggly - man

All hard lines and well proportioned muscles hidden under a layer of soft fat and loose fabrics

Body running so hot it's like standing next a raging fire - only getting hotter and blistering the angrier he gets

Always with a harsh furrow to his brows and lips constantly pulled into a small scowl - ready to deepen or turn into a snarl that shows off his dangerous elongated canines

Still a father of two - harsh and unyielding, unsure how to act around them due to the loss of his wife

Beautiful fox ears and seven tails so soft and looking like spun gold dipped in ruby even though he has yet to become a tenko (a heavenly fox)

Ears that twitch every time irritation or anger sets in, that do a little flick in amusement or stand to attention to show he's listening even if it looks like he isn't

With such captivating and warm eyes - like a honeyed amber that turns deeper and deeper from soft yellow to smouldering red - that just draw you in

Kitsune Shinjuro Rengoku who's deceptively quick witted and sly - even more so once drunk as if he's reverted back to being a young trickster...

Words blunt and harsh yet able to turn commanding and stern in the drop of a hat

Who prefers to sunbathe against the warm wooden floorboards of his home just like his sons - on rare days all three next to each other or in a pile of limbs

Drinks sake like it's water - an obviously inhuman tolerance to human alcohol - with a preference for the more fruity and full bodied alcohols

Still occasionally taking offerings of fruits, sakes/wines, snacks etc. left at his family's shrine

A former guardian turned stay at home kitsune

Just kitsune Shinjuro Rengoku :)

[venusinthesun]

Your Fem Childe are the best!✨✨Can i ask for a meal for this Valentines ? for some delicious Yan Fem Childe 🫶🫡

I gotchyu 🙏 CW: murder, unwanted touching, childe is actually insane but who doesn’t love her? And a borderline freak out from reader. Whoops

“You know I went through a lot of trouble to get this,” You’re not looking into the mirror of your vanity, but you can feel the cold metal against your skin as she delicately clasps it behind you. “I didn’t have much time to relax in Fontaine after all, so getting this necklace took a lot of effort on my end.”

Instead of a proper response, a small hum of acknowledgment is all that Childe gets as a response. Normally she would frown, waiver a tad in her resolve to be a kind and loving partner, but when she continues on you can still practically hear the smile. “But it’s okay, I’ll do anything for my baby.”

She finishes the clasp of your necklace, straightening it out before deciding your hair was next. You unwittingly take a glance at the mirror, and the classic feeling of dread rises in your stomach. The necklace is gold and mostly unassuming. Near the middle on each side it has two gold spheres, but that isn’t really the issue with it. The first issue is the large, bright ruby sitting proudly in the middle of it; the second issue, is that it’s an exact match to childe’s earring.

It’s so extremely Childe. You can feel your heart rate pick up, and you have to remind yourself to keep still, to be good, to be docile. It has to be the matching necklace to the set of earrings she has, there’s no other way it wouldn’t match that perfectly.

“Hunting down that guy who owned the necklace wasn’t hard of course, just had to ask for some intel from the northland bank,” childe’s hands lovingly pull back your hair, roughly planning out what’s she going to do with it. Noticing the way you’re actually looking at your vanity now, she asks for your opinion on your hair, and getting no reply, continues on with her story. “Real asshole of a guy, you know? He didn’t want to give it up, talking about how it belonged to his family! I almost felt bad taking it from him.”

She drops your hair suddenly, leaning down to press a small kiss to your cheek. “You know how I got my earrings right?” Your eyes glance over to look at hers, and you’re sure you must be shaking right now.

“You..got them after you killed a guy..”

Her face seems to light up, like a child opening a gift on Christmas. She smiles at you, and for a moment you think her dead blue eyes almost glimmer again. “You remembered! That’s right! I usually don’t take rewards, but the earrings caught my eye in some weird way.”

This time, she gently grasps your chin to turn your fave towards hers. You don’t protest as she presses her lips against yours, a small light kiss. She pulls away after only a short moment, that same joy still illuminating her face. “So I had to get the matching necklace for my beloved, even if I had to kill another annoying man. Anything for you baby.”