#just an intense desire to toy with her life

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hiii! Hru?

I was wondering if you’d write a fic where reader and g!p Donna have been having a sexual relationship for a months but one night ends up with reader becoming pregnant, and Donna did not take it well due to the trauma a of losing her family and just being in shock so she kicks reader out. Reader ends up staying with the Dimitrescu’s (idk why or how but Alvin’s likes her) until a few days when Donna comes to her senses and realizes how horrible she acted and then apologizes with a happy ending?

Yesss!!!! here it is!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Family

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, pregnancy, angst, fluff, slightly dark

Word count: 6,561

Summary: You wanted to be a family, her family....

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I love you all!!!

Only gasps, only your kisses sounded in the old room. Heat, sweat, laughter... All of this mixed, shaping the environment that your life had become for some time.

You, villager at the service of Mother Miranda. Donna Beneviento, Lord of the village. You never thought you could get to know that mysterious woman who caught your attention every time you were near her, every time her shadow appeared at the back of the old chapel. Fear turned into curiosity, and curiosity turned into attraction.

It wasn't until several months later that you somehow managed to catch her attention, leaving your old, boring life behind to become part of hers. Well, at least that's what you thought when you moved to the Beneviento estate.

There were kisses, caresses that showed her lack of affection, entire nights of passion, romantic outbursts anywhere in the old house. Romantic would be exaggerating a bit. Donna was an unstable, sensitive and reserved woman. Despite the desire she always had to love you, to possess you, she never went beyond that, she never told you she loved you.

She never said you were important to her. You could have felt offended, almost like a throwaway toy, but it was too late for you. You were completely in love with her long before you knew what her body felt like on yours, long before your moans bounced off the walls.

At least she didn't say it, she didn't make clear that she wanted you to be hers, but at the same time she lost her mind when you suggested spending a night with your friends, or simply leaving the house for a walk.

So, what were you?

If she didn't care about you, why did she insist on keeping you close to her? Questions for another time, for another time when her hot kisses weren't clouding your judgment.

“Donna, please...” You moaned, raising your hips to make contact with her erection. The woman smiled, placing herself at your wet entrance, hungry for its warmth.

“(Y/N)...” She sighed, just before entering you completely, moving gently so that your walls adapted to her length, to her burning desire.

 You sighed as you felt her inside you, as you felt that heat dissipating the absurd questions that your mind asked when it was not busy admiring her beauty, her voice, her skin...

Always so intense and mysterious, always letting you know with her body what she couldn't say with her words. Donna played with your insides, she worked her way into your depths, giving you the feeling that it was the place where you wanted to be, where your body wanted to be.

Kisses on your mouth, caresses on your cheek, all accompanied by the gentle movement of her hips and her shy moans, it was more than enough to drive you crazy, to drive you even crazier. Sometimes you thought you would lose your mind, other times you thought you already had.

Your legs hugged her waist and your eyes stayed open. It could be that you hadn't gotten tired of seeing her beauty, of admiring the beautiful woman who made love to you with that intensity, with that softness.

It could also be that dangerous thoughts from your subconscious came to light so as not to appear weak and release yourself too soon. Those voices, that hidden consciousness inside you scrutinized her features, the sparkle in her eye, searched in her face for some clue to her intentions, some clue to your future.

 A girlfriend, a lover, a wife, a family. Donna was all these things to you, but you... You seemed nothing but an acquaintance to her, the only person who accepted her conditions without questioning them, the only person who didn’t fear her, who only feared that her heart would jump out of her chest when she felt her caresses.

You blinked, aware that you had lost yourself in your thoughts again, that your body was demanding you to feel the pleasure that hers was giving you, before it was too late and you had wasted the opportunity.

You moaned her name again, and again, earning an erratic smile in return, an increase in the speed of her hips against yours, the intense mix of gasps and messy kisses that preceded her release, the act of possessing you again another night, one more night.

A small frightened gasp and the even deeper pressure of her hips made you clench your teeth, only a simple, childish grunt leaving your lips as your body received her hot, wet release, caressing your insides, covering every part of your entrance, possessing you inside and out.

Donna caught her breath, placing a soft kiss on your lips and pulling out of you slowly, looking at you curiously.

“You're very quiet, tesoro...” She sighed, lying down next to you, letting the cold take over your naked body as it was abandoned. “You have not been able to…?”

“I'm fine,” you said abruptly, interrupting that question, interrupting the fact of having to answer it. No, the orgasm had been elusive with you. It was your fault, for asking yourself things that you should have known a long time ago they had no answers.

“Are you?” She asked, covering you with the sheets. You could see it as a loving, affectionate gesture, but you didn't even know if it was so, or it was a simple precautionary method so her warm toy wouldn't get cold and she couldn't play with it.

You nodded, covering yourself, leaving only your eyes outside those sheets. You started to feel overwhelmed. The lack of your usual orgasm, the questions your subconscious tormented you with, and Donna, especially Donna, had become a small anxiety crisis, one that you could only solve in one way.

“Hey, Donna...” You whispered, turning around and climbing towards her bare chest, always ready to receive you.

She looked at you, beginning to play affectionately with your hair, but with an indifferent expression. You wondered if you were really indifferent to her.

“What are we? You know, you and me,” you asked in a low voice, with an effort to make your voice sound normal, indifferent like her gaze.

“Mm? Well, we're friends, right?” Donna said, not thinking about it for a moment. You wish you had shut up, rolled over and slept, to not know who you were to her. A friend, one with benefits, but a friend.

“Friends?” You asked incredulously, separating yourself from the heat of her body, determined to let your feelings out. “Just friends?”

Donna nodded immediately, again, without thinking about it, without understanding your intentions, your wishes...

“I would like to be something else,” you said, unable to suppress a sob, trying to express yourself with your eyes, without success.

“Yes, well... Why do you ask?” She asked with a curious look, frowning. Bothered? Intrigued? It was impossible to know what she represented with that expression, which made you take a breath and uncover yourself, getting out of bed. “(Y/N), where are you going?”

“I'm going to take a shower,” you said with a dry voice, looking for your clothes scattered around the room. The brunette, completely oblivious to your anger, voluntarily or not, looked at you with that smile, that smile your head refused to stop seeing as the most beautiful one in the world.

“I'll go with you,” she said without stopping smiling, getting up from the bed next to you.

You snorted and shook your head, placing both hands on her chest so she wouldn't get any closer, so her kisses would stop clouding your judgment.

“No, Donna,” you responded bluntly, leaving Lady Beneviento with a confused expression at your reaction. “I want, I want to go alone, okay?”

Donna looked at you curiously. Her breathing heavy as she didn't know what had led you to reject that proposal, one that you always enjoyed.

Her head moved slowly, nodding in the same way as you walked around her to leave the room.

The shower was just an excuse. An excuse to sit down, to let the hot water wash away the remains of that lustful act and finally, you were free to cry, to vent the heavy emptiness in your heart.

After that little cry and the relief of the hot water on your frozen, abandoned body, you went to bed. No, Donna wasn't waiting for you, her deep breathing told you that she was asleep.

“If you only knew how much I love you...” You murmured, running a hand down her back, making her to emit a comical grunt of annoyance. You didn't know if you wanted to say it, if you wanted her to hear you, you just knew that you wanted her to feel the same way.

The weeks passed as always, in that strange spiral of unaffected affection, of stolen but silent kisses, without words of love on her lips, without whispers in your ears, without being able to see any  trace of love in her eyes, in her caresses…

Your body began to weaken. No hungry, very hungry, sleepy, headache, nausea, a whole range of symptoms that further weakened your desire to try, your desire to get to know Lady Beneviento better, your desire to know if you should escape one of those nights.

“Shit...” You protested, leaning back on the couch with a damp cloth on your head to calm the throbbing in your temples. Your stomach danced, threatening to expel your lunch again. Luckily Angie wasn't around to make things worse. Her childish screeching was like drills in your brain.

Beginning to be worried that all this discomfort was the product of a real illness, and not of heartbreak, you got up to browse the shelves of the place, looking for a book that talked about them, or a medicinal plant that would calm the pain in your stomach. They were two months of feeling heavy, dealing with those horrible symptoms.

As you ran your hand over the dusty covers of those books, you felt warmth on your waist, two pale hands pulling you gently. Donna.

“I was working on my dolls and... I was thinking about how soft your skin is, how horrible it is to touch porcelain if I compare it to kissing you...” She whispered in your ear, making you feel her breath, making all your hair stand on end.

You closed your eyes, enjoying that sway of her body against yours, enjoying the bulge of her dress that pressed against you.

You ran your hands through hers while your neck was covered in small kisses, making you gasp, forgetting about the dizziness and your stomach. Damn, she was the solution to all your problems. She was the only medicinal plant that would calm your pain.

You turned your head so you could capture her lips, melting into an intense kiss while her hands went up your body, pulling the fabric of your dress, stopping at your chest. At the feeling of her fingers passing by, gently grabbing one of your breasts, you couldn't help but moan. The sensation of that caress was much more intense than usual, much more, making it almost unbearable.

“You're very sensitive... I love it...” Donna whispered, caressing you more gently while her other hand traveled into the depths of your dress, carelessly removing your underwear before pushing you against the shelf, separating your legs and playing with her dress.

“Donna, wait,” you said, when her hand placed yours on the shelf and between your legs, you could already feel her erection, pressing the tip of it against your too-wet, mysteriously wet entrance.

“Shhh, don't talk, (Y/N)... Let me worship you,” she told you, feigning a reprimand as she entered you little by little, in a strange and improvised position.

It didn't take long for her moans to stabilize as she slowly took you in that spot. A toy, just that, a sick, injured toy. That's what you were to her.

“Donna, stop,” you said, pulling yourself up sharply and pushing her by her shoulders, her breathing heavy and your headache getting worse, more intense, clouding your common sense. “I'm not in the mood.”

The lady in black stuffed her shame back into her dress and looked at you with a mix of anger and confusion.

“What's wrong?” She asked, grabbing you by the wrist when you had already started to run away. You shook your head.

“I don't feel well, okay? So... So do me a favor and keep... That thing, away from me for a moment, okay? Can you do that?” You said with a poisonous tone, with anger and hatred that appeared by surprise, making her blink in confusion, with a sad look.

“Why are you talking to me like that? We are friends, right?” She asked, making you hiss in pain as her grip tightened, pinching your skin through your dress.

You wanted to scream, break things, punch her, but you weren't able to. You gritted your teeth and narrowed your eyes, controlling the intense rise and fall of your chest, feeling like your head was about to explode. Without saying anything else than what your look could express, you disappeared down the hallway.

Time continued to pass and your symptoms worsened. You couldn't be mad at Donna, and she couldn't be mad at you. Soon, everything returned to normal, her caresses and your kisses became the only balm that relieved the discomfort of your body, and your heart.

“I'm not a doctor, Miss (Y/N),” the Duke said, the village merchant, the only human being (or almost) you spoke to after all those months. Donna was not human. She was nothing but a Goddess to you.

“I know, but I also know that you prescribe medicine to the villagers. You cured Mr. Ionescu's fever,” you said impatiently, no longer able to live with all the nausea, pain, and mood swings of the last two months. “Lady Beneviento will pay you quite well.”

After hearing about money, the smile of that sinister man lit up his face, making a gesture with his head to point to the bag full of lei that you were holding with sarcasm.

“Well, well, that's different...” He said satisfied, showing more interest. “Tell me, what terrible symptoms are afflicting you?”

One by one, you told the Duke everything that was happening to you, the mood swings, that strange weight gain, the sensitivity of certain parts of your body and the fatigue and headaches.

The man nodded slowly, searching for something in his carriage and throwing it to you roughly.

“I think this is just what you're looking for...” He said, amused.

You took that small box and opened your eyes wide when you knew what it contained. Your heart stopped beating, knowing why.

“A pregnancy test?” You asked, stunned, pale. You should have suspected it after your two missed periods, but your internal struggles prevented you from realizing it.

The man nodded, taking the reins of his horse, laughing sinisterly.

“Keep the money, you're going to need it,” he murmured before disappearing, leaving you pinned to the ground, sweating the packaging of that test, that somehow, you knew what its result would be.

It didn't take long for you to run to the bathroom and verify your suspicions. Positive.

“Gods...” You said, with the test in your hand, checking again and again that you had not made a mistake.

You had a small anxiety attack, denying yourself the truth of the facts, the veracity of that test, the reality of what your future held.

A child, a baby, a Donna’s baby. It seemed like bad news, an unforeseen event, but when you put your hand on your belly, you felt relief. Maybe being a mother would be what Donna needed to clear up her feelings. Maybe the family you longed to have was closer than ever.

“Donna, I have, I have to tell you something,” you said whispering, entering the workshop where Donna made her dolls. She didn't look up, she simply gestured for you to come closer. “Donna, listen to me.”

She didn't look at you, she simply gestured for you to stay silent. She needed to be focused to paint the details of that porcelain head. But that didn't matter to you at that moment.

“Donna, listen to me, it's important,” you said, picking up the half-finished head and leaving it away from the lady in black, who looked at you with annoyance.

“What do you want, (Y/N)? I'm busy,” she asked, crossing her arms, throwing the brush unpleasantly against the table, giving her work as: spoiled.

“I don't care, Donna, I told you it's important,” you said, suppressing a growl, but not being able to not sound nervous.

The woman in black sighed, turning her chair to look at you impatiently. You knew how much to be interrupted in her work bothered her. You knew it and you regretted it, but not the reason to do it.

“Well, what's wrong with you?” She asked with a softer voice. She never treated you badly, despite her imperceptible indifference.

“I don't know how to tell you, but...” You stammered, looking everywhere but at her bright eye, except at her beautiful gaze. You didn't want distractions. “Donna, I'm pregnant.”

The lady blinked rapidly, changing her sympathetic expression to an indecipherable one, gaping and shaking her head.

“What did you say?” She asked with a voice cracked by shock.

“What you have heard. I'm pregnant, we're going to have a baby,” you said, running a hand over your belly, realizing how changed it was, that it wasn't the same. You should have realized it sooner, you should have done it.

“No, no, that's not true,” she said, shaking her head, putting a sinister nervous smile on her face.

“It's true. I just took the test,” you said, with a bad feeling. You didn't expect that reaction.

“What if you have taken a test? It's not mine,” she said nervously, getting up from the chair and starting to walk erratically. The dagger stuck deep, very deep in your heart.

“Of course it's yours, Donna,” you said with a dark voice, your eyes wet with the imminent tears that threatened to slide down your cheeks. “For Gods’ sake, who else is it going to belong to?”

“It’s not mine!” She screamed, grabbing her head with her hands. “You're lying, you're lying...” She said, with a wild look.

“It's yours, damn it! Is your baby! Our baby! What the hell is wrong with you?” You shouted, breathing heavily, beginning to sob due to the disbelief of what you were seeing.

“No, no, no. You, you're not going to... No, it's not possible...” She said nervously, to herself, with her face changing from sly laughter to the deepest and most intense panic.

“Donna, please calm down,” you said, trying to hold her by her shoulders, which led to an unpleasant push. “No, it doesn't have to be a bad thing, I... We, we can, we can be a family, Donna. You, me, the baby...”

Something, something you said that made her tense, her eye wide and her anxiety threatening to make her chest burst.

“Family… Family!? No!” She shouted furiously, kicking the ground and approaching you, grabbing you tightly by the collar of your dress. “You're a slut, (Y/N)... We're not a family! We won't be a family! That baby is not mine, you cheated on me!”

“Donna...” You sobbed, grabbing her wrist with both hands, stopping her grip from hurting you. She huffed, loosening her grip a bit, but with the same cold expression.

“Liar... That child, is, not, mine!” She screeched, shaking you hard making you, for the first time in a long time, afraid of her. With a desperate growl, you managed to get out of her grasp, walking away from her slowly, tears wetting your face.

“Of course it's yours, Donna. You're the only one who... Damn, don't you understand?”

“It's not mine,” she repeated with her eye growing darker. “It can't be mine.”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head and crossing your arms.

“What did you think would happen, Donna? You've been... Cumming inside of me for months... How is that you deny such an obvious truth possible? The baby is yours and yours is the responsibility,” you said, gaining some confidence in yourself, running your hands again over your belly.

“No, I don't want to know... No, no...” She stammered, now scared, terrified. “Go away, (Y/N)”

“What?” You asked, thinking you had heard wrong.

“I don't want to know anything about you, or about that baby. Disappear from my life, and from my sight,” she said, apparently calmer but cold, cold as ice.

“What? Aren't you even going to take responsibility for the baby? How can you do this to me, Donna? I, I love you…” You said sobbing, sounding pathetic, suppressing the urge to kneel and beg.

“Get out...” She hissed with a dangerous look, pointing to the door to your surprise and terror, feeling the crunch of your heart as it finally broke.

“Donna…”

“Out! Get out of my house! Get out!” She screamed furiously, with white knuckles, clenching her fists on either side of her hips, completely out of her mind.

You got scared, fearing for your life, for your lives. You had no choice. You had to get out of there before the voices in her head told her to hurt you, to hurt both of you.

You ran without looking back, leaving the estate to never come back. Your whole life, the illusion of being a family, of forming a life with Donna, disappeared forever. It disappeared with just a few words, with indifference turned into anger, into rejection.

You had nowhere to go. You didn't know what to do. Leaving the village was not an option, being a single mother terrified you, you were terrified. With no other option but to freeze to death in the cold of the night, you headed towards a possible refuge, towards one of those places that the legends spoke of: the Dimitrescu Castle.

There, where many people said there was only blood and death, one of your friends worked. It was the only thing that tied you to that village, at that time you had no one else.

“(Y/N), Gods...” Irina, your friend, said, opening the door and looking at you, horrified by your appearance. Scratches on your legs, crying turning your eyes a deep red, the small lump on your belly making you nauseous... A horrible sight for your former friend.

“Irina, please help me,” you begged, throwing yourself into her arms and releasing your painful cry into her shoulders.

“Sure, come in,” she said, taking your hand and walking with you into the castle.

“Here you have towels and... If you need anything, call me,” the girl said, preparing a hot bath for you and offering you new clothes.

During that uplifting bath, all those months passed through your head. The conversations during the early hours, the hugs, the kisses, the smiles... Everything you had experienced with Donna passed before your eyes like a macabre movie, one of those in which at the end it said:  The End, ending forever.

You couldn't believe that such a good woman would have that reaction, how her indifference could go so far. No, she never cared about you, you were never better than one of her dolls. You were carrying her child in your womb, a baby who would never know her mother, your baby, her baby.

“What am I going to do...” You sobbed, raising your knees to your chest and sinking into the water, dreaming of disappearing from that place and waking up from that horrible nightmare.

“(Y/N), get dressed, hurry up, the lady wants to talk to you,” Irina said on the other side of the door, waking you up from that hellish dream.

As if your problems were few, Lady Dimitrescu, owner of the castle, a Lord like Donna, was waiting for you sitting in an armchair, undressing you with her gaze.

“Well, well, well... But look what little bird has appeared in the castle,” she said with a seductive voice, taking a sip from a glass of wine.

“Lady Dimitrescu,” you said, making an elegant bow, showing your respect, and your fear.

“Sit down,” she ordered, pointing to a slightly smaller chair. You nodded with your head down and obeyed. “Irina, leave,” she told your friend, who obeyed immediately, looking at you out of the corner of her eye before disappearing from the room.

There was a small moment of silence, ending with a sinister smile from the lady in white, leaving her glass on a table and crossing her legs, studying your appearance.

“Donna's friend has come to my castle,” she murmured amused, raising her eyebrows. When you heard that name, you cringed, feeling your desire to cry return again. “What's happening? Do you want us to be friends too?”

You shook your head, trying to forget that nickname with which Donna defined your relationship, apparently, not only with you, but also for others, you were nothing but her friend.

“I see... What happened, draga? It is not normal to have visitors at this time of the night. Irina told me that you were looking miserable,” she asked with interest, leaning to raise your chin so that you could look into her eyes.

There was no need to lie, not anymore.

“Donna kicked me out of the house,” you said in a low voice, with your throat sore, with your entire body numb and your hand on your belly.

“What? Donna?” Alcina asked, with a frown, visibly surprised by your words.

You could only nod.

“Mmm, that sounds like a lie to me,” she said with a dark tone, cooling her seductive expression a bit.

“It's not a lie, my lady,” you corrected, trembling with fear.

“Donna has been speaking wonderful things about you for months,” the lady in white said, getting up from the couch and approaching you with her hands on her hips. “I think at this point I can say that I know you better than yourself. Why would my sister part with a beautiful girl like you?”

“She will have her reasons, I don't know them,” you said in a serious tone, feeling a chill.

“Don't take the things she says seriously. You already know that my sister is not... How to put it... she is sick, she is not right in the head. Maybe you've misunderstood things.”

“It's not about that,” you interrupted. “She made it very clear. She doesn't want to know anything about me, about us...” You whispered, warming your belly with your caresses. The vampire's expression changed again, fixing her eyes on your hands.

“Us? What are you...?” She asked, getting a little closer, looking at you curiously, not wanting to continue joking.

“I'm pregnant,” you confessed, intimidated by her curious look. Her expression barely changed upon hearing you say that, she simply made a guttural sound of understanding. “It's Donna’s.”

“I'm not sure I'd like to congratulate you, (Y/N)... You don't seem very happy with the news,”  the lady commented, walking away again with a different air, passive, but thoughtful.

“That's why she kicked me out of her house,” you said, nervous and scared by the reaction of the lady in white, who began to pace around the room without taking her eyes off of you. “She said she didn't want to know anything and that... That the baby wasn't hers.  She yelled at me and...” You said sobbing, noticing a warm hand on your shoulders.

“Oh, poor thing...” Alcina murmured, rubbing your back in a comforting way. “What the hell is wrong with that brat? This is too much, even for someone like her.”

“I don't know but I... I don't know what to do, I, I love her and...” You said, with a broken voice, throwing yourself into the arms of the large woman, who received you with understanding, shaking her head.

“Come on, come on...” She whispered, giving you the comfort you would never think to find in her. “Don't worry, (Y/N), she will come to her senses, you'll see...”

“I don't think so.  She said that... That we will never be a family,” you sobbed, burying your head in the chest of the lady in white, who patted your back before separating you from her.

“It's okay, (Y/N), don't cry anymore. It's not good for you, or for the baby,” she told you, speaking in a maternal manner.

“I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do now...” You protested again, running a hand over your eyes to wipe away your tears.

“Rest for now. I'll leave you a room. We will take care of you for as long as you need,” she said, heading to the door “Irina!”

“I, thank, thank you...” You stuttered, nodding gratefully.

“You’re welcome, (Y/N). After all, you’re carrying my nephew...”

Several days passed. The Dimitrescu family wasn't as horrible as they said. They took care of you, of your baby. They made sure you were comfortable. Although that was better than running away from the village or dying of cold, it wasn't your ideal ending. It wasn't the place you wanted to be. You still loved her, cried for her, you wanted to be with Donna, raise the baby together, be a family, a real family.

“You're stupid, Daniela,” Bela Dimitrescu said, sitting next to you on a sofa. “It's going to be a boy, you'll see.”

“You have no idea, Bela, it's a girl, it's very clear...” The sister protested, crossing her arms in a childish manner.

You laughed, distracted by the Dimitrescu sisters' behavior. At least they made you forget for a moment the hell you were in.

“What its name is going to be?” Cassandra asked, placing a hand on your belly, with overflowing emotion.

“I haven't thought about name yet...” You said sighing, knowing that at some point you should think about those things.

“It has to be called Vladimir,” Bela said, proudly.

“Vladimir? It can't be called Vladimir, I told you it's a girl!” Daniela protested. “Her name will be Victoria.”

“Victoria? How horrible,” Cassandra said, shaking her head.

“Vladimir”

“Victoria”

“Girls, girls... Relax...” Alcina said, appearing in the small room, making the three of them stand up and stand at attention, bowing their heads. “Stop bothering (Y/N)... Draga, please, come with me.”

You got up from the couch, saying goodbye to the sisters and following the lady of the castle through those dark hallways.

“Did you know that for many years this castle served as the town hall?” Alcina asked, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. You shook your head, surprised by the question.

“No, my lady,” you whispered.

You entered a kind of library, where Alcina took a small album of what looked like old photographs.

“Before Mother Miranda took over leadership, all of the village's records were stored here in the castle. I've been looking through some of these photographs and documents, and this might interest you...” She whispered, bringing you an old photograph of what looked like a family. A father, a mother, two old people, two daughters and a waterfall and a familiar house in the background.

“What is this?” You asked, recognizing the Beneviento estate and turning over the photograph, where there was a date written: 1992

“The Beneviento family, (Y/N),” the vampire explained, lighting a cigarette. “Marco and Gabriella Beneviento,” she said, pointing to the two elderly people. “He went crazy, killed his wife and then shot himself.”

You gulped as you looked askance at a sheet of paper the lady was holding. It looked like a village archive.

“Giovanni and Bernardette Beneviento. He jumped over the waterfall and his wife followed him,” Alcina continued, pointing to the younger adults. “Claudia Beneviento. She died of smallpox when she was only 9 years old,” she said, pointing to one of the little girls, the younger of the two. “Tell me, (Y/N), do you know who this brunette girl with that doll could be?”

“Donna...” You sighed when you recognized her, when you saw her years ago, as a girl, a normal one, covering the lack of her right eye with her black hair.

Alcina nodded, sighing and leaving the sheet of paper on a table.

“She lost her entire family, her grandparents, her parents, her sister. She was left alone from a very young age, until Mother Miranda took pity on her,” the lady in white explained, taking a drag from her cigarette.

“Why are you showing me this?” You asked, leaving the photograph where you couldn't see it, where you couldn't remember all those tragedies.

“Well, I think I’m beginning to understand her reaction when she found out that you were pregnant...” She said amused, leaning her back on the couch and looking at you curiously.

“No, I don't know what...”

“How do you think someone like Donna, who has lost her entire family, would feel to know that she can have one again?” She asked, pointing to your belly.

“I don't know, I guess she should be happy,” you said in a dark tone, using common sense.

“You think so? Maybe that's what would happen to a normal person, but we both know that Donna is not normal at all,” Alcina responded. “I think she's scared, (Y/N), she's terrified of losing you, of losing her family again.”

“That doesn't explain why I'm nothing but a friend to her,” you protested, hating Alcina's tireless defense of her sister.

“Is what she said, uh? Bullshit, (Y/N). If she believes that she can deceive herself...” The big woman sighed, laughing amused.

“She deceived me,” you said angrily, beginning to think differently about the woman in black, hating yourself for doing so.

“I'm sure that...” Alcina began, interrupted by some noises coming from the hallway.

“Wait, Lady Beneviento, you can't...” Irina's hurried voice said, before a figure in black burst into the room. Donna, with her black veil, breathing hard, looking for you.

“(Y/N), thank goodness I found you... I thought...” Donna said nervously, bending down to the chair where you were and taking your hand, a hand that you pushed away with an abrupt, unpleasant gesture. “I've been looking for you for days.”

You didn't respond, you tried to control your heartbeat when you saw her again and suppress the desire you had to kiss her.

“Donna, don't you know how to knock on the door?” Alcina asked, feigning annoyance but with a sly smile, getting up from the chair and pushing the maid out of the room.

“(Y/N)... I'm so glad to see you... I was so worried,” she said, removing her veil from her face to kiss you, a kiss that, making a superhuman effort, you rejected.

“Were you worried? You kicked me out of the house,” you said with a growl, pushing the lady away from you.

“I know and I... I, I'm so sorry...” She said sadly, upset, removing the veil from her face and kneeling before you. A gesture that didn’t meant anything anymore. “I acted horribly.”

“Well yes, you did Donna,” you stated, with a superb tone, not letting yourself be carried away by your feelings. “You have disappointed me.”

“Forgive me, I beg you, I... I didn't know...” She stammered, squeezing your hand in hers, her bright eye on the verge of crying. “I'm so sorry…”

“What are you sorry about?” You asked, ready to let out all your anger. “Are you sorry for kicking me out home?  For insulting me?For denying that you are the mother of my baby? What are you sorry about, Donna?  For making me think I'm important to you when in reality I'm just a whore?”

“Don’t say those things!” She screamed, horrified by your words. “The, the baby…”

“Oh, are you worried about the baby?” You ironized, freeing yourself from her grip and crossing your arms.

“Yes, it’s a Beneviento,” she murmured, getting up from the floor and pointing to your belly. “It’s my child.”

“A Beneviento? Your child? You said that it wasn't yours, that I had cheated on you. You despised me, Donna, you've always despised me. I was... I'm crazy about you and the only thing you've given me in return is... Nothing,” you said through clenched teeth, standing up and pushing her contemptuously.

“I know what I did! I know what I said!” She squealed nervously. “And I'm sorry! I... I was afraid, I was afraid of...”

“What were you afraid of?” You asked nervously too, trying to relax your breathing.

“I couldn't stop loving you,” she whispered with her head down, letting a tear fall on the wooden floor.

You didn't respond, you just sobbed, shaking your head.

“I know that... I never told you that I loved you but I... I didn't want to lose, I didn't want to lose my... My family again...”

“Family? You have never considered me your family,” you said with a venomous tone, but beginning to melt because of her sincere words.

“If I didn't do it, it was... It was because... I thought that if I did... I would lose you...” She confessed, unable to look you in the eyes. “I love you, (Y/N), I love you since I met you but... But whenever I have loved someone I... I don't want to lose you...”

You relaxed completely, running a hand over the back of your neck. You didn't see the lie in her eye, you didn't see that indifference. She was telling you the truth, a truth that hurt her terribly and that you, thanks to Alcina, now understood.

“And kicking me out of your house was the best thing to do, right?” You said with a softer tone, bringing your hand to her cheek. She held it, preventing your skin from leaving hers.

“(Y/N) I... I, I have learned from my mistakes and... I want, I want to spend my life with you, I want to take care of our child together, I want, I want you to be my family.”

“Donna...” You sighed, wondering if it was a good idea, if the love you felt for her was so strong. It was, it always was. “If only you had told me that you loved me…”

“I love you, I love you very much,” she said, interrupting, getting closer, lowering her hand to your belly. “I, I love you, both of you… I want, I want us to be a family. Please forgive me for my indifference, for making you believe that you meant nothing to me...”

“Donna, stop it,” you said, joining her hand as it caressed your belly. “I love you, I want us to be a family. I have wanted it since before the baby existed. Since I met you I have wanted nothing  but to hear you saying those words.

Her face lit up with a big smile before capturing your lips with hers, kissing you like she had never done before, with love, with the security of wanting you by her side.

“Let's go home, (Y/N), the three of us,” she said, grabbing your hand and walking towards the door.

[dmitriyuriev]

A scene from one of my favorite fanfics (link here it's only available in Japanese)

This is during the scene where Limbo is in the process of repairing Danzou, and barely restraining his violent urges towards her. The fic is an excellent exploration of their relationship, and how unsettling and cruel their fixation on Danzou is.

「綻ぶ蝕甚」というＦＧＯ小説のシーンを描きました。リン段好きのみんなさん、ぜひ、読んでみてください！

[youryanderedaddy]

tw: female reader, dub-con to con, degradation, sapphic

I am thinking about a bitchy, pretty mean girl who drunkenly corners you at a party and drags you to her room. She throws you to the bed and resumes smoking her cigarette - watching your feral movements with the corner of her eye. You make a run for it, and she simply hisses, mildly annoyed at the fact that she has to let go of her cigarette and deal with your little tantrum.

"You're not going anywhere, nerd." Her thin eyebrows narrow, eyes full of boredom and just a bit of a sparkle. You ignore her words and head for the door, but you're quickly pushed against the nearest wall. "I told you to stay here, loser. I am not going to repeat myself." The blondie whispers against your throat and you freeze, surprised at her display of strength - turns out cheerleaders are pretty damn strong when they want to be.

She then sleazily shoves her tiny hand up your bra, roughly groping your tits. You hold back a moan - you can't let her know you're enjoying this. After all she did make your first year of college a living hell.

"Open your mouth." Jess orders, growing more and more agitated at your protests - but you just clench your teeth. "Don't wanna." You mumble, just slightly bratty - but you can't deny the way your thighs start shaking under her hungry, lustful gaze. You've never felt so desired before.

"Oh, I know what you want, you little bitch." The cheerleader smirks with that nasty little grin she has on when she's scheming how to ruin some poor wimp's life. "You want to fight and squirm, and eventually lose yourself underneath me." She moans in your ear, and it's the most pornographic sound you've ever heard - so your cheeks heat up. "Because that's all you are, right?" Her fingers find your slit and start rubbing tight little circles around your swollen clit. "Just a slutty little toy I can fuck whenever I want." She bites your neck, making you arch your back involuntarily. "It's all little nerds like you are good for."

You close your eyes, breathing through the intense, red - hot pleasure. Fuck. You can't keep letting her treat you like this, but when she puts her hands on you, it becomes a losing battle. You arch your back, pushing your body against her.

"Now be a good girl and open up for me." With a low whisper she shoves her tongue in your mouth, and just like that you fall apart, undone.

[rvp32]

Whisper of uncontrollable desire. Part 2

My first time writing in a very long time so please show some mercy. Also, this entire story was written in 2 days after seeing the request. Please enjoy and as always any feedback is appreciated.

Giving out punishments was something Eunbi enjoyed immensely. The thrill of asserting control and seeing her obedient girls submit brought her a sense of satisfaction that was hard to match. Tonight, it was Chaewon’s turn. Being the good and obedient girl that she was, Chaewon willingly let herself be stripped and tied up without any resistance. She trusted Eunbi, even though she feared the severity of the impending punishment.

“Mommy, please don’t be too harsh on me. It slipped my mind because of all the activities we had,” Chaewon begged, her voice trembling. Her precious, wide pupu eyes looked up at Eunbi with a pleading expression, hoping to melt her stern demeanor. She knew Eunbi’s punishments could be intense—so intense that they had once led to the cancellation of schedules for two entire weeks after Sakura’s ordeal.

Eunbi’s gaze softened momentarily as she looked down at Chaewon, taking in the sight of her trembling form and tear-filled eyes. She could see the genuine remorse and fear in Chaewon’s expression. Yet, the power she held in moments like these was intoxicating, and she relished the thought of pushing her limits.

“Chaewon, you know I can’t go easy on you just because you’re my favorite,” Eunbi said, her voice firm yet tinged with a hint of warmth. She stroked Chaewon’s cheek gently, the contrast of her touch and her words sending shivers down the younger girl’s spine. “You have to learn to be more careful.”

Tears began to well up in Chaewon’s eyes. “I’m so sorry, Mommy. I promise I’ll do better,” she whispered, her voice breaking. She knew that begging might not help, but she couldn’t help but try. The memory of Sakura’s punishment haunted her, and she dreaded enduring something similar.

Eunbi smiled softly, enjoying the mix of fear and anticipation in Chaewon’s eyes. “We’ll see about that, my dear,” she said, her tone a mix of teasing and seriousness. She reached for her tools, each movement deliberate and unhurried, savoring the growing tension.

Chaewon’s heart raced as she watched Eunbi prepare, her mind filled with a chaotic blend of fear, anticipation, and trust. She knew that despite the harshness of the punishment, Eunbi cared deeply for her. That thought was her only solace as she braced herself for what was to come.

“Now, let’s begin,” Eunbi whispered, leaning close to Chaewon’s ear, her breath warm against her skin. “Remember, this is for your own good.”

Chaewon looked to you, “Daddy, Please ask Mommy to show some mercy. I will never forget to take my suppressants again!”

Being the alpha meant that you also had to supervise all the punishments a duty that you didn’t particularly enjoy every time it happened but knew it was necessary. “I am sorry princess but rules are rules.”

And with that last plea, the room was filled with a mix of soft whimpers because of the tool present in Eunbi’s hand, it was a clit focused vibrator, a really strong vibrator that Chaewon loved to use when she got horny but one issue was that this vibrator is too strong. 

Not caring for Chaewon’s whimpers, with the press of a button the toy comes to life. Eunbi places it on the Chaewon’s sensitive bud causing a loud scream. “Mommy!”

Eunbi’s face had a smirk, one so evil that it sent shivers down Chaewon’s spine. Eunbi’s sadistic needs were clearly being satisfied with all the screaming and begging Chaewon was doing. As the punishment intensified, Chaewon’s cries echoed through the room, each one a mix of pain, regret, and a twisted sense of devotion.

“Mommy, please! I’m sorry, I really am!” Chaewon’s voice cracked as she pleaded, her body straining against the restraints. Every word was soaked in desperation, her fear palpable.

Eunbi’s smirk only widened. “I know you are, sweetie,” she said, her tone condescending and cold. “But you have to understand the consequences of your actions.” Her hands moved with calculated precision, each motion deliberate and unyielding.

Chaewon’s body trembled as the pain and pleasure surged through her. Despite the agony, a part of her clung to the belief that this was all for her own good. She trusted Eunbi completely, even in this moment of torment.

“Do you remember why you’re being punished, Chaewon?” Eunbi’s voice was calm, almost soothing, a stark contrast to the intensity of her actions.

“Yes, Mommy,” Chaewon whimpered, her voice barely audible. “I-I wasn’t careful enough… I forgot my suppressants… I’m so sorry…”

“That’s right,” Eunbi said, her hand pausing for a moment as she cupped Chaewon’s cheek gently. “You need to be more responsible. We can’t afford mistakes, can we?”

“N-no, Mommy,” Chaewon stammered, tears streaming down her face. “I’ll be more careful, I promise.”

Eunbi leaned in closer, her breath hot against Chaewon’s ear. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice sending a chill down Chaewon’s spine. “But promises aren’t enough. You have to prove it.”

The room was filled with the sound of Chaewon’s sobs and Eunbi’s steady, commanding presence. Each whimper and cry only seemed to fuel Eunbi’s sadistic pleasure, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

As the minutes ticked by, the punishment continued relentlessly. Chaewon’s body was pushed to its limits, her mind teetering on the edge of exhaustion and pain. Yet, through it all, she clung to the belief that this was for her own good, that Eunbi’s harshness was a twisted form of care.

The room was filled with the smell of sex and the floor coated with Chaewon’s overstimulated pussy juice. The whimpers now turned into screams begging for mercy with incoherent words and sentences. 

“Are you learning your lesson, Chaewon?” Eunbi asked, her voice softening just enough to offer a sliver of comfort.

“Yes, Mommy,” Chaewon gasped, her voice hoarse from screaming. “I-I’ll be better… I’ll do anything to make you proud…”

Eunbi’s expression softened slightly, a hint of warmth breaking through her stern facade. “I know you will, my dear,” she said, her hand stroking Chaewon’s hair gently. “This is all for you, remember that.”

“I-I will, Mommy,” Chaewon whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ll remember…”

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eunbi’s harsh ministrations began to slow. She took a step back, her eyes still fixed on Chaewon’s trembling form. The room was thick with the aftermath of the intense punishment, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and tears.

Eunbi untied Chaewon gently, her touch surprisingly tender now. “You did well, Chaewon,” she said softly, pulling her into a comforting embrace. “I’m proud of you for enduring this.”

Walking up to Chaewon you embraced her after Eunbi let go. Chaewon clung to you, her body weak and trembling. Despite the pain and pleasure, a sense of relief washed over you. She had endured the punishment, and in some twisted way, it made you want to fuck her and completely break her mind such that it only ever listens to you.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Chaewon whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll do better… I promise…”

You smiled a genuine warmth in her eyes now. “I know you will, my dear,” you said, holding Chaewon close. “I believe in you.”

Chaewon was exhausted and desperately needed rest, so you took her to your room and gently helped her into a warm bath. The soothing water and your tender care slowly washed away the physical and emotional strain from the punishment. Chaewon’s eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into your touch, feeling safe and cherished despite the earlier ordeal.

After the bath, you dried Chaewon off with a soft towel and dressed her in comfortable pajamas. You guided her to the bed, pulling the covers over her and ensuring she was snug and warm. As you turned to leave, intending to give Chaewon the rest she desperately needed, you felt a gentle tug on your hand.

“Daddy, please stay,” Chaewon whispered, her voice barely audible and filled with a childlike plea. Her eyes, though heavy with sleep, held a deep yearning for comfort and security.

Your heart melted at the sight of Chaewon's vulnerability. You couldn't bring yourself to leave. With a soft smile, you sat beside her on the bed, your fingers gently running through her silky hair. The rhythmic motion seemed to soothe you both, the tension of the night slowly dissolving into a peaceful calm.

Chaewon’s breathing steadied as she fell into a deep sleep, her face relaxing into an expression of tranquility. You continued to stroke her hair, watching over her with a protective gaze. The room was silent except for the soft sounds of your breathing, a stark contrast to the chaos and intensity of earlier.

You felt your own eyelids grow heavy as you continued to watch over Chaewon. The exhaustion of the night caught up with you, and soon you found yourself lying down beside her, your hand still gently tangled in her hair.

******

Since Lesserafim was taking a break now, the girls had a lot of free time, and you also decided to work from home. After Chaewon’s punishment and her subsequent heat, she had become excessively clingy to you. Not that you minded; she was so cute and always made it fun to be around her. Her presence, even in her clinginess, brought a lightness to your days that you cherished.

As you sat at your desk, trying to focus on the work in front of you, Chaewon was perched comfortably on your lap, her attention divided between her phone and you. Every so often, she would look up at you with a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with affection. Her closeness was a constant, warm reminder of the bond you shared.

What you failed to notice was the jealous gaze cast toward you from across the room. Sakura, who had been watching the two of you for a while, couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy. She remembered her own time in your arms, the comfort and attention you had lavished on her, and now she felt a sense of longing for that same affection.

Sakura’s eyes narrowed slightly as she observed Chaewon snuggling closer to you, a soft giggle escaping her lips as she showed you something on her phone. The sight stirred something deep within Sakura, a mix of jealousy and a yearning for the same intimacy.

You were blissfully unaware of Sakura’s growing discontent. You chuckled at something Chaewon had shown you, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her as she shifted on your lap. Chaewon’s presence was calming, and her happiness was contagious.

Sakura's plan to forego her suppressants had seemed foolproof in her mind. She was certain that without the medication dulling her heat, your attention would naturally gravitate towards her. But as the day of her heat arrived, her anticipation turned to disappointment when she realized you were absent.

With each passing hour, Sakura's discomfort grew more pronounced. The familiar ache of her heat intensified, and she found herself writhing in pain, desperate for relief. She needed you desperately, but you were nowhere to be found.

In a haze of agony, Sakura stumbled to your room, her mind clouded with the need for your presence. She rummaged through your belongings, searching desperately for anything that might bring her solace. Finally, she found a circle of your used clothes and clutched the one you had worn most recently to her nose, seeking the faint trace of your scent.

As the familiar fragrance enveloped her, Sakura felt a momentary reprieve from the torment of her heat. Your scent, though distant, offered a semblance of comfort, easing the ache in her body and calming her racing heart.

In the solitude of your room, surrounded by reminders of your presence, Sakura found a fleeting sense of peace amidst the turmoil of her heat. But deep down, she longed for more than just the memory of you. She yearned for your touch, your warmth, and your soothing words to chase away the agony and loneliness that threatened to consume her.

However, that peace didn't last long as Sakura's heat intensified, and her body began to release a potent scent designed to attract any alpha nearby to satisfy her. The air grew thick with her pheromones, her scent a desperate call for relief.

Luckily for Sakura, there was an alpha currently in the manor, but this alpha happened to be none other than Kazuha. Kazuha was known for her calm and gentle demeanor, often mistaken for a beta due to her docility and non-aggressive nature. Despite her alpha status, she rarely displayed the dominant traits typically associated with it.

As Kazuha moved through the halls, the scent hit her with unexpected intensity. Her senses sharpened, and her normally placid nature was momentarily overridden by the primal urge to respond to the call of a distressed omega. Following the scent, she found herself drawn to your room, where Sakura lay surrounded by your clothes, her body wracked with the torment of her heat.

Kazuha entered the room cautiously, her eyes widening at the sight of Sakura. "Unnie," she called softly, her voice tinged with concern. "Are you okay?"

Sakura's head snapped up, her eyes glazed with desperation. "K-Kazuha," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please... I need help."

Kazuha hesitated for a moment, her usual calm exterior faltering as the scent overwhelmed her senses. She stepped closer, her instincts urging her to provide the relief Sakura so desperately needed.

"Unnie, I... I'm here to help," Kazuha said gently, kneeling beside her. "What do you need?"

Sakura's hands clutched at Kazuha's shirt, pulling her closer. "I need you," she pleaded, her voice barely more than a breathless whisper. "Please, Kazuha, I can't take it anymore."

Kazuha's heart pounded in her chest, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She knew she had to act, to provide the comfort and relief Sakura was so desperately seeking. Leaning in, she brushed a strand of hair away from Sakura's face, her touch tender and reassuring.

"Okay, Sakura," Kazuha whispered, her voice filled with determination. "I'll take care of you."

With gentle care, Kazuha wrapped her arms around Sakura, pulling her close. Her presence, though different from yours, offered a new kind of solace. The room filled with a mix of their scents, Kazuha's alpha pheromones blending with Sakura's desperate omega call, but this wasn’t enough for Sakura, she needed something more intense.

“Kazuha, it’s so hot down there please do something!” Sakura pleaded. Kazuha being the innocent alpha that she is didn’t know what to do but the overpowering pheromones were clouding Kazuha’s ability to think. 

“O-okay, unnie,” Kazuha said before gently pulling down Sakura's shorts to reveal a pair of completely drenched panties. It was a sight that Kazuha was shocked by but also desperately wanted a taste. 

“Fast, please it hurts,” Sakura whined, not wasting any more time, Kazuha dived into the the awaiting cave. The touch of her tongue caused a massive relief for Sakura. 

“Nghh, it feels so good,” Sakura moaned, as her fingers got tangled in Kazuha’s hair. The continuous ministrations of Kazuha were increasing the pleasure Sakura felt. 

Though it was the first time that Kazuha had ever been intimate with a woman, she was doing an amazing job, most probably because of strong Pheremones that were controlling her. Sakura tastes so sweet almost like a drug, addictive and Kazuha was enjoying every single second of this drug. 

“Keep going baby, you are eating Unnie so well.” Sakura moaned as her back arched signalling the impending orgasm. “F-fuckkkkk!” Sakura screamed as she came all over Kazuha’s face, being the good girl that she is Kazuha licked up every single drop. 

This was not enough to satisfy Sakura and to make the situation more interesting Kazuha had a hard-on. “Baby, please take off those pants and come fuck unnie,” Sakura said while staring into Kazuha’s eyes. 

Kazuha however was nervous and scared. It was not only because it was her first time but also because Kazuha was very insecure about her cock and didn’t want anyone to see it. 

Fear and anxiety were written all over Kazuha's face. She didn't want to get teased or judged for stepping into a role she rarely embraced, so she instinctively began to move away from Sakura. However, Sakura's desperation overshadowed any sense of decorum or restraint. Her mind was clouded with the overwhelming need to satiate the immense heat building up in her body.

As Kazuha tried to back away, her heart pounding in her chest, she found herself pressed against the wall, trapped by the intensity of the situation. Sakura, her eyes filled with a mix of pain and yearning, crawled toward Kazuha with a single-minded determination.

"K-Kazuha," Sakura's voice trembled, thick with need. "Please... I can't take it anymore."

Kazuha's breath hitched as Sakura closed the distance between them. Despite her fears, she couldn't ignore the primal pull of Sakura's distress. She hesitated, her body tense, but the sight of Sakura's pleading eyes and the raw desperation in her voice stirred something deep within her.

"Unnie, I..." Kazuha stammered, her voice faltering. She wanted to help, but the fear of what this moment represented held her back.

Sakura reached out, her fingers trembling as she touched Kazuha's arm. "Please, Kazuha. I need you," she whispered, her voice breaking.

“Unnie I will do anything but that, please,” Kazuha begged. But Sakura was not interested in listening. Sakura pulls down Kazuha’s pants along with her underwear to find Kazuha’s cock in all its glory.

Sakura was surprised. What she was currently faced with was different from what she was expecting. Kazuha was not packing a huge cock like she expected in fact it was probably one of the smallest that Sakura had ever seen, this also explains why Kazuha is such a docile alpha. But lucky for Kazuha, Sakura couldn’t care about the fact that her dick was only 4 inches because she desperately needed something inside of her and for now Kazuha’s cock should be enough. 

Without any words being said, Sakura pushes Kazuha onto the floor and mounts her. Shocked by the sudden action Kazuha lets out a small yelp, she still tries to get Sakura off her because she doesn’t know what to do but Sakura overpowers her and she got she wants. Sakura starts to ride Kazuha like there is no tomorrow and this makes Kazuha’s life very hard. She is holding on for dear life, trying her best not to cum inside Sakura and breed her. 

“Unnie, please get off!! I am going to cum!!” Kazuha screams, but it is to no avail as Sakura continues to bounce on Kazuha’s tiny cock. No matter how much strength Kazuha uses she is unable to push Sakura away from her before she cums. 

All of a sudden a savior appears. You manage to pull Sakura off Kazuha just before it’s too late. Sakura whines at the loss of body contact and pleasure but you hold her down and turn to Kazuha to notice that you may have just ruined her orgasm. 

Kazuha notices you staring and immediately covers herself with her hands. “Kazuha baby, you should leave before this wild one gets to you again,” Heeding your warning Kazuha grabs her clothes and runs out of the room. 

After the room is empty with just you and Sakura, you turn your attention to the girl who has begun to rub herself on your leg. But a stern look from you makes her stop all her movements. "Princess, how is it that you forgot to take your suppressants?" you question Sakura.

Too shy to tell you the actual reason, Sakura stays silent and hides herself behind your leg, her face flushing with embarrassment. You gently lift her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. "Princess, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I know how much pain you are going through and I will take away all that pain if you be honest with me here," you say, trying to convince her to answer.

Sakura's eyes flicker with uncertainty, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as she struggles with her confession. Finally, she mumbles, "Y-you."

"Princess, you have to be more clear," you say, with a touch of sternness in your voice to encourage her.

Sakura's face turns a deeper shade of red, and she averts her gaze, whispering, "I wanted your attention. I thought... if I didn't take my suppressants, you would spend more time with me."

Her confession hangs in the air, her vulnerability laid bare before you. Your stern expression softens as you take in her words, understanding the depth of her need for your affection.

"Oh, Sakura," you say, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "You don’t have to put yourself through such pain just to get my attention. I'm always here for you."

She clings to you, relief mingling with her lingering discomfort. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice muffled against your chest.

You stroke her hair soothingly. "It's okay, Princess. Let's focus on making you feel better now. But promise me, next time, you'll talk to me instead of putting yourself through this, alright?"

Sakura nods, her arms tightening around you. "I promise," she murmurs.

"Good girl," you say softly, kissing the top of her head. "Now, let's take care of you."

Sakura nods her head and hugs you tightly. You pat her head, playing with her hair but soon the wholesome moment comes to an end as Sakura starts to grind on you.

“Princess, look at me,” you say, gentleness in your voice. Sakura looks at you, her eyes filled with expectation and need. Both of you maintain eye contact for a few seconds, the air between you thick with anticipation. Slowly, you lean toward each other, and finally, your lips meet in a kiss filled with passion and care.

Sakura's lips are soft and warm against yours, and she melts into the kiss, her desperation and longing pouring into the embrace. The kiss deepens, your arms wrapping around her to pull her closer. Sakura's need to be closer to you becomes overwhelming, and she jumps onto you, wrapping her legs around your torso. You support her effortlessly, one hand on her back and the other cradling her head.

The intensity of the kiss grows as you hold her, each of you savoring the connection and the relief it brings. Sakura's fingers tangle in your hair, her body pressed tightly against yours. The heat of the moment seems to erase all the pain and anxiety she felt earlier, replaced by the comforting and exhilarating presence of you.

You move to sit on the edge of the bed, Sakura still clinging to you. The kiss breaks for a moment, both of you breathing heavily, foreheads resting against each other. "I've needed this," Sakura whispers, her voice filled with emotion. "I've needed you."

You gently stroke her hair, your eyes soft with affection. "I'm here, Princess. Always."

This time, the kiss is slower, more tender, as you take the time to explore each other's emotions through the connection. You can feel the gratitude and love radiating from Sakura, her body relaxing into yours as the last remnants of her heat begin to subside.

You hold her close, savoring the intimacy and the bond you share. The world outside seems to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of warmth and affection. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing and the soft rustle of clothing as you hold each other. 

After breaking the kiss, Sakura leans in and places soft kisses on your neck, her breath warm against your skin. Each kiss sends shivers down your spine, and you feel her growing boldness as those kisses slowly turn into gentle bites. You can sense her need to express her desire and the remnants of her heat driving her actions.

Wanting to keep your promise, you let her do whatever she wants. Your hands rest on her back, providing a comforting presence as she explores her feelings and desires through her actions.

"Sakura," you murmur, your voice soothing and filled with affection. "It's okay. I'm here for you."

Encouraged by your words, Sakura continues, her bites growing a bit more assertive, leaving small marks on your skin. Each bite is followed by a tender kiss, a mixture of passion and tenderness that reflects her complex emotions. You can feel her anxiety and need for reassurance in every touch, every kiss, and every bite.

As she nips at your neck, you hold her closer, your hands gently stroking her back to provide a sense of security. Her breaths come in short, quick gasps, her body pressed tightly against yours. You can feel her heart pounding, matching the rhythm of your own.

"Sakura," you whisper, lifting her chin so she looks into your eyes. "You don't have to hold back. Just be yourself."

Her eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, meet yours. She nods slightly, her lips parting as she takes a deep breath. "I need you," she confesses, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I need to feel close to you."

You smile gently, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "I'm not going anywhere," you assure her. "You can have all of me."

Sakura's eyes soften with gratitude, and she leans in to kiss you again, this time with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The bites on your neck become more deliberate, a way for her to mark her territory and express her deep-seated need for connection.

You feel the intensity of her emotions and respond with equal tenderness, holding her close and allowing her to take what she needs from you. The room is filled with the quiet sounds of your breathing, the soft rustle of clothing, and the occasional sigh of contentment as you lose yourselves in the moment.

Slowly, you begin to take off what little clothes Sakura has left, your movements careful and tender. She helps you out of yours, her fingers trembling slightly with anticipation and excitement. As each piece of clothing falls away, the intimacy between you deepens, a silent communication of trust and affection.

With a gentle nudge, you both move toward the bed. The soft sheets feel cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of your body. Pulling away from the kiss, you hear a small whine escape Sakura's lips, her eyes fluttering open with a mix of longing and frustration.

But before she can voice her complaint, you place her gently on the bed, and another deep, passionate kiss quickly muffles her whines. Your lips meld together, the urgency of the moment heightening the connection between you. Sakura's hands grip your shoulders, pulling you closer as if afraid you might disappear.

You respond by deepening the kiss, pouring all your affection and reassurance into the embrace. Your hands roam her body, tracing delicate patterns along her skin, eliciting soft gasps and shivers from Sakura. She arches into your touch, her body responding instinctively to every caress.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you look into her eyes, your voice soft and filled with love. "Princess, you're everything to me."

Sakura's eyes shine with emotion, her hands cupping your face. "Daddy you can do anything you want," she whispers, her voice trembling with sincerity. "I just need you."

You place your hard member on her entrance teasing it a little before lubing it up with all the wetness from Sakura’s drenched pussy. “Daddy please don’t tease!” Sakura whined. 

Not wanting to keep her waiting longer, you slowly insert your cock into her tight pussy. Sakura occasionally let out moans as you pushed into her. Once you bottomed out you were still letting her adjust and also enjoying how tight her pussy was. 

“Daddy you can move now,” Sakura said. The missionary position lets you control your pace well and also hit spots that have never been touched. 

“Harder, Daddy, pleasee,” Sakura begged and you obliged increasing your pace and the strength of your thrusts. 

“Nghhh you are filling me up so well, Daddy,” Sakura moaned 

“Fuck, Princess, you are doing such a good job taking my dick. Your pussy is so tight and perfect.” You compliment Sakura causing her pussy to tighten a little. 

Increasing your pace, you ask “Who does this Pussy belong to princess?” 

Sakura was in a realm of her own, her mind completely filled with pleasure and unable to comprehend anything you were saying. So you stop 

“No no no, Daddy why did you stop!!” Sakura screams.

“Answer me, princess, Who thrusts Does thrusts This thrusts Pussy thrusts Belongs to thrusts?” You ask

“You! Daddy, this pussy belongs to only you!!!” Sakura screams as your thrusts get harsher. The tightness pushes you closer to the edge. 

“Princess, Daddy is going to cum soon and you are going to lick up every single drop of it right?” You asked as you continued to fuck the living crap out of Sakura. 

“Yes, Daddy. I will make sure not to waste a single drop of it.” Sakura replied. Her movements are in complete sync with yours. Both of you were chasing the peaks of your orgasm. 

“I’m cumming princess,” you announce and try to pull out of her pussy but are unable to do so because Sakura has managed to wrap her legs around you.

“Cum for me Daddy, breed me, let me have your children, please. I need them so fucking badly!!” Sakura screamed as her legs gripped tighter around your body.

Unable to hold on much longer you end up cumming inside of Sakura. “Fuck!!” You moan as you release all your cum deep inside of Sakura’s pussy.

“What the fuck Sakura, you are going to get pregnant!” you said. 

“Yes, Daddy, maybe then you will pay more attention to me than the other girls!” Sakura replied with a smirk on her face.

Not wanting to argue further, exhaustion took over both of you, and you soon fell into a deep sleep. The warmth of the moment and the emotional intensity had drained you completely.

Hours later, you were awakened by a sudden weight being placed on your chest. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you looked down to see none other than Wonyoung sitting on you, her expression a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

This was probably the worst situation in which you could get caught by Wonyoung, who was extremely possessive. The fact that your neck was covered with marks and Sakura was sleeping next to you was going to be the death of you. Wonyoung's eyes darted from the marks on your neck to Sakura, her jaw tightening with barely contained anger.

“What the hell is this?” Wonyoung’s voice was sharp, her tone dripping with jealousy and hurt.

You could feel the tension rising, and you knew you had to tread carefully. “Wonyoung, it’s not what it looks like,” you began, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Really?” she said, her tone icy. “Because it looks like you and Sakura had a lot of fun without me.”

Sakura stirred next to you, her eyes fluttering open. She immediately sensed the tension in the room and sat up, her smirk from earlier fading as she took in Wonyoung’s furious expression.

“Wonyoung, it’s not like that,” Sakura said softly, trying to defuse the situation. “I just... I needed Daddy last night. It was a tough day.”

Wonyoung’s eyes narrowed, her possessive streak flaring up. “And you think you’re the only one who needs him? We all need him, Sakura. You can’t just monopolize him like this.”

You reached out to gently touch Wonyoung’s arm, hoping to calm her down. “Wonyoung, please. Let’s talk about this calmly.”

She pulled her arm away, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. “Calmly? How am I supposed to be calm when you’re covered in her marks?”

Sakura looked genuinely remorseful, and you could see that she regretted the way things had escalated. “Wonyoung, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel left out.”

Wonyoung’s eyes softened slightly at Sakura’s apology, but she was still visibly upset. “It’s going to take a lot more than just a verbal apology from the both of you,” she said, a smirk plastered all over her face. This spelled nothing good for the future, but you had no choice but to listen because this brat doesn’t take no for an answer and is also way too cute for you to say no to.

You sighed inwardly, knowing that Wonyoung had the upper hand. “What do you want, Wonyoung?” you asked, trying to keep your tone calm and collected.

Wonyoung's smirk widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I have a few ideas,” she replied, her voice sweet but with an edge of playful menace. “But first, I want both of you to admit that you were wrong and that you’ll make it up to me.”

Sakura shifted beside you, looking a bit nervous but also curious. “Alright, Wonyoung,” she said, her voice soft but sincere. “I’m sorry for making you feel left out. I promise to make it up to you.”

You nodded in agreement, meeting Wonyoung’s gaze. “I’m sorry too, Wonyoung. I didn’t mean to hurt you. We’ll both make it up to you, I promise.”

Wonyoung’s smirk turned into a genuine smile, though a hint of mischief still lingered in her eyes. “Good. Now, let’s start with something simple. I want you both to pamper me today. I get to be the center of attention, and you two will do whatever I say. Deal?”

Sakura and you exchanged a glance, both of you knowing that you had little choice in the matter. “Deal,” you said in unison.

Wonyoung clapped her hands together, her mood brightening. “Great! First, I want a nice breakfast in bed. And then, we’ll see what else I can come up with,” she said, her tone almost teasing.

You couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm, even though you knew she was taking full advantage of the situation. “Alright, breakfast in bed it is,” you said, getting up and pulling on some clothes.

Sakura followed suit, giving Wonyoung a small, playful glare. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Wonyoung giggled, the sound light and infectious. “Maybe a little,” she admitted. “But it’s only fair, right?”

You couldn’t argue with that, and as you made your way to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast, you felt a sense of relief that the immediate tension had been diffused. Wonyoung might be a handful, but her playful nature and the bond you all shared made every challenge worth it.

As the day went on, you and Sakura did your best to pamper Wonyoung, catering to her whims and making her feel special. There were plenty of playful moments and laughter, and by the end of the day, it felt like the balance had been restored among the three of you.

Wonyoung lay on the couch, a contented smile on her face as she looked at you and Sakura. “See? This wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Not at all, I was expecting a lot more work.” You replied.

“Because the worst part is yet to come. The both of you are going spend the entire night with me.” Wonyoung said as she took off her skirt. 

To be continued… 

[misshoneyimhome]

You’re newest oneshot left me dead in a good way it was so hot and him being a cheeky shit saying that they probably heard her being loud. If requests are open, can I submit a request about trying anal for the first time and celebrating his new contract a new series of firsts for both.

Well, as long as it's in a good way bb! 😉

Sooo, this was definitely a first time for me to write about 😉 So I do hope I managed to get it out in a good way 🤍 However, I wasn't sure if you meant it was the first time for them both; so I just went with it 🌺

I did though get carried away a bit, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes or weird phrases 🙈 Additionally I also used this request ~ and tried to stick to the storyline, however, I'm sorry if I repeat myself too much - please do let me know 🙃

Anyway, If you like it, I’ll see you all in church *hell* 💦

Please enjoy 🤍

Warnings; where to begin... 18+ smut; oral sex (f receiving); unprotected sex (p in v); cum inside; cum licking/sucking?; fingering; anal toy, anal fingering; protected anal sex; did I forget anything?

[the 🌶️ is for more explicit content]

Word count; 5.5K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt V I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️🌶️

Describing your relationship with William Nylander as having a substantial amount of sex would be an understatement.

Not only did he introduce you to various ways of experiencing pleasure and engaging in sexual intimacy, where both giving and receiving pleasure created an exhilarating connection, but he also proved to be an exceptional lover, partner, and boyfriend.

William expressed abundant love and affection, making you feel incredibly comfortable in your own skin as the two of you explored each other's bodies. His presence instilled confidence in you, and you reciprocated the exploration, discovering your deepest desires.

In the process, you found yourself engaging in activities you never thought you would, and despite feeling a bit dirty, each new experience left you with a sense of empowerment. It was akin to reading a romantic novel, where the once innocent larva transforms into a beautiful butterfly.

However, your romantic narrative wasn't solely about innocence; it was laced with hot passion and intense, raw sex. Similar to the hidden, steamy books many women keep in their bedside tables, your reality with William involved fulfilling those fantasies and more.

In your world, William brought those fantasies to life, and reciprocally, you did the same for him. Just the day before, you showed him just how good you could be for him. How good your mouth could work his length as he spilled himself into your warmth. And you’d drink all of him as you made him reach his climax again and again.

You’d celebrated William's new contract both with his family and then in private. And as the night had unfolded and left both of you content after moments of mind blown sex, William, once again returned to the loving boyfriend and broached a significant topic.

The prospect of moving in together.

For William, this step felt natural, almost expected, given the amount of time you spent at his place. To him, it seemed more practical for you both to share a home rather than maintaining separate spaces, especially since you were rarely at your own anymore.

However, for you, it carried more weight. William was your second serious relationship, following and including your high school sweetheart. And despite the growth and independence you had achieved since then, moving in together felt like such a mature, adult decision.

You had established your independence, secured a good job and your own place. You enjoyed the feeling of being a strong and independent woman, breaking free from the chains your ex had once held around you. Yet, your relationship with William had made things take a turn.

His demanding career, coupled with the unique lifestyle of being associated with the Toronto Maple Leafs, shifted your daily routine. Now, your friends were mainly the wives and girlfriends of the Leafs players, and hockey dominated your life with game nights, travel plans, and brunch dates.

Your world had turned upside down. Even maintaining a regular work schedule became challenging amidst late nights and quick trips to away games. Which also led to you finding yourself spending a substantial amount of time at William's place, making it more convenient to be together.

And tonight was no exception, as the Leafs faced off against the Sharks at the Scotiabank Arena. Proudly donning the #88 jersey among the other partners of the players, you cheered on the Leafs, celebrating their dominating 7-1 victory.

After the players completed their media obligations and changed back into their post-game outfits, William quickly sought you out, pulling you into his arms for a deep kiss.

"Min älskling," he whispered sweetly, expressing his affection.

It was one of those tender moments that showcased your love for each other, much like the other couples in the room. However, as romantic as it was, you were aware of how quickly the atmosphere could shift when you were alone.

William's eyes, filled with the excitement of the great win, locked onto yours. Feeling the tension building between your legs from his firm touches with his arms around your waist, you knew it was time to cut the conversation short.

And soon, you found yourselves on the way back to William's condo.

His arms remained around you as you rode the lift to his floor. As you entered the condo, his mouth found yours without hesitation, and William effortlessly picked you up, carrying you to the open kitchen – a place where you’d often shared heated, intimate moments before turning in for the night.

Seated on the dining table, you let his tongue explore your mouth, his hands roaming every inch of your soft skin as he slowly began to undress you. Simultaneously, you didn't let him remain fully clothed either.

Clothing items were discarded and tossed aside on the floor as you passionately kissed, stealing breaths from each other as you were deeply devoted.

“Willy,” you managed to moan between the eager kisses. “Fuck me…”

And he fully intended to do so.

But first, he'd indulge in his late-night snack. Bending down between your bare legs, his mouth came close to your needy heat. His lips planted hungry kisses on your inner thighs, teasing you and devilishly slowly building up pleasure.

And as your impatience got the better of you, your hand found his long blonde locks, gently tugging them to pull him a little closer.

A smirk formed on William’s lips as he sensed your growing desperation, but he didn't keep you waiting. Licking up your folds, he tasted your sweet honey, and the soft moans escaping your mouth only encouraged him further. Using his skilled mouth, he explored your core, licking and sucking your sweet, sensitive flesh. And as he heard your moans gradually growing louder, felt your heels digging into the back of his shoulders, he knew he could easily bring you to your first climax.

Then adding two of his large fingers to the equation, he eased them into your warmth while his mouth devoted itself to your clit. And only with several pumps of his curled digits, your moans called out William's name in between heavy breaths and deep, husky tones.

“Oh yes! Willy, I’m coming.”

And William had no doubt as your juices sprayed and coated his fingers, as well as moisturising his moustache.

“Mmm, tastes so good, baby,” he murmured into your cunt, as his fingers pumped slowly, guiding you down from the high, before carefully retreating them and licking them clean. His eyes gazed up at you, while yours met his in an intense moment.

“Please, I need you in me,” you found yourself pleading, and William couldn't contain his amusement as he rose from his position. With eyes still locked, he removed the last piece of clothing, freeing his hard cock from his boxers.

Your sweet whimper enchanted him, and with no more foreplay needed, William pulled you to the very edge of the table. He lined the tip of his member with your pulsating entrance and eased himself in.

Deep moans harmonised as he filled your depth, your walls hugging him tightly. Your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss, letting your lips get moist from your own essence, and your tongue sensually licking his lips as you tasted yourself.

William held a firm grip on your thighs as he began rocking his hips, his length stimulating your walls with every motion. And your foreheads came to rest against each other, sharing breaths as his thrusts grew harder and deeper, eliciting small cries from you.

“Yes… Fuck, Willy… feels so good,” you whimpered as his cock touched your very back and hit a highly sensitive spot.

“Yeah, baby… your pussy is like made for me…” he moaned in return, the clenching of your muscles bringing him closer to climax.

It was passionate and lustful. Every pound became more eager, and as William felt your nails digging into the back of his neck, he knew you were about to reach your second orgasm. 

He knew your body so well. Knowing exactly how to hit at what speed, and what angle to make you moan so sweetly. And he loved every bit of it. He loved it so much, it could bring himself to climax, sooner rather than later. 

Then increasing his speed, letting his skin slam against yours, both your moans grew louder. Sweat formed on your skin, letting the intense heat fill the condo's air as sounds of sex echoed.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come….” You cried as his thrusts became overwhelming, your walls clenching, and your mind growing hazy.

“Yes, baby, I’m gonna come with you.”

And with deep grunts, both of you arched back and let the orgasms course through your bodies. Ecstasy filled your minds as visions became blurry, and William spilled his seed into the depth of your warmth.

As always, it was skilled, perhaps a bit quick, yet also intense for both of you.

Almost frozen in your position, William gently withdrew his member, watching as his cum slowly dripped from your tight space. And he couldn't help himself.

It was so hot. Seeing how he claimed you as his with his liquids, he then used two fingers to trace up your folds, collecting some of the sticky mixed fluids. And with a dark glare, he locked eyes with you, a smirk forming on his lips as he brought his fingers to your mouth.

“Open,” he commanded in his rough voice. And you did as told.

Letting your lips slowly part, slightly sticking out your tongue, you allowed him to put his coated digits into your mouth. You tasted the sweet and salty mix, circling your tongue around his fingers as you sucked him completely clean. Maintaining a sensual look in your eyes, you watched as William let out a small gasp. 

This was hotter than he thought it would be.

He had to gulp as he slowly pulled out his fingers, and you made sure to let your lips feel every inch of them. “Fucking good girl…” was all he managed to whisper roughly.

And slowly, the two of you came out of the euphoric state, and with satisfied smiles across your lips, you retreated to the bathroom to clean up before tucking in under the covers.

Amidst soft lights in the bedroom, you couldn’t help but lie in comfortable silence, gazing at each other as you admired one another.

As you delicately traced his handsome facial features with your fingers, gently stroking them across his gorgeous pink lips, William then broke the silence.

“You’re so fucking hot… you know that, right?”

His voice was low and husky, his eyes darting from side to side as he studied every little detail of your face.

“You’re not too shabby yourself,” you chuckled lightly, but William wasn’t joking around.

His smile was wide, and his eyes sparkled in the dimmed lights, as he couldn’t help but adore you.

“What’s on your mind baby?”

You withdrew your hand and let your head rest on your arm as you offered William a soft smile.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.”

“About?”

“…many things - like about why you like me so much,” you let out a soft sigh, a smile still on your face as you gently bit down on your lower lip, your eyes darting down into the sheets before looking back up at him. “And if you’re actually serious about me…”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he inquired with a concerned expression.

“I don’t know… I guess I just… can’t help but wonder… if you really feel completely satisfied with me?”

It was a question you’d been pondering for a little while now. Despite William often providing solid evidence of how he felt towards you, you still had a small amount of doubt - perhaps a fear that he was only interested in you for a short while before he got bored. That he was feeling lonely, and you’d been there for some time now and he’d just want someone around all the time. 

But that was nowhere near the truth. William was sure of his feelings for you. Given that he wasn’t a type to overthink anything, he honestly just went with his gut feeling.

“What do you mean? Of course, I feel satisfied,” William let out a soft chuckle. What had you thinking like that, he thought.

“Well, I was just wondering… that maybe, there were still some things… you know, you’d want to do… sexually – that maybe, you didn’t feel like you could do with me?” Your voice unwillingly trembled a tad as you spoke the words. Though you knew he was your boyfriend and there was nothing to fear, you felt slightly nervous. 

“Like what?”

“You know… like tonight, when you stuck your fingers in my mouth – I mean it was hot, definitely… but it just had me thinking that maybe there were still more things we haven’t tried – you know, fantasies you might want to explore?”

Though your questioning was primarily aimed at understanding William's needs, it equally reflected your own curiosity. You had sensed that William often hinted at his desires but not really speaking openly about them, almost as if he was holding back.

“Hmm...” he started softly, his eyes looking down as he pressed his lips together, pondering whether to share his thoughts or not.

“Willy, you can tell me…” you spoke softly as his eyes met yours again.

But he simply shook his head. “No, baby… I’m completely satisfied as it is.”

However, he wasn’t fooling anyone.

“Come on, I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head…”

And William knew you wouldn’t let it go until he let you in on what he’d been fantasising about for a while now.

“Well, there is something…” he spoke with a sly grin smeared across his lips, a little excited to see your reaction to his proposal. “We’ve touched on it a little, but I really want to…” His deep voice faded, his fingers tracing down your body, gently feeling your skin as his palm caressed your buttocks before he let his fingers slip between your cheeks and gently nudged your tight entrance furthest behind. “… feel myself inside you… here.”

A small gasp escaped your lips as you heard his idea. Yet, for some unknown reason, you were rather intrigued. Licking your lips, you studied his face as you enjoyed his finger gently poking your tight hole.

“Oh…” you breathed out lightly. “Well… Uhm.” You gave yourself a moment to think, though a part of you already knew the answer. And curiosity once again got the better of you. “Okay.” 

You were surprised by your own voice speaking, your mind quickly agreeing to his suggestion, though it was way out of your comfort zone. And William seemed equally surprised.

Withdrawing his hand, he repositioned himself a little and looked intensely at you.

“Wait… seriously?”

And you couldn’t help but chuckle a little, as his reaction to your reaction was slightly amusing.

“Why not… we’ve done so many other things – why not this?”

William couldn’t really believe it at first. What had he turned you into? You were definitely no longer the innocent girl he’d met and shown new territories. But he liked it. You were amazing how you let yourself into curiosity. And most importantly, you wanted to do it all with him.

“Well alright then… but not tonight – let’s do it another night.”

“Okay,” you chuckled, as you then repositioned as well, with confidence you rose and straddled his hips, prompting him onto his back and gazing seductively down at him. “Guess this is going to be an interesting celebration week.”

**

And it most definitely was an interesting week.

Following the loss against the Islanders Thursday night in New York, William was looking forward to coming home to you again. Well, at least home to his own place, where he knew you’d be. Arriving during the night, he simply admired your figure tangled up in his bedsheets before he too surrendered to the night, a smile on his lips as he thought about your plans for the following evening. 

While he’d been away, you’d done everything to prepare yourself for the Friday night.

You'd done research about the various ways to prepare yourself for the new activity you and William would explore. Mentally, you thought about what to expect—the possible pain and the pleasure.

You’d read about the dos and don'ts, understanding that reality wasn’t exactly equivalent to porno. So, real-life experiences were sought, and you felt confident in yourself. Having gotten to know your body a lot better over the past few months it had bolstered your self-confident.

Furthermore, you trusted William.

Though he hadn't experienced it himself, he felt confident too. He’d only tried one attempt with a girl in a casual friends-with-benefits relationship, where the encounter turned out to be somewhat unpleasant for both, and they couldn't go through with it. However, with you, he wanted to try again, taking it slow and creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere. While he hadn't delved into research as much as you, he ensured he was prepared. He wanted you to have the best experience possible.

And as William's training drew to a close, and he made his way home, he sensed a slow build-up of nerves. Which was an unusual feeling for him when it came to sex. However, since this was new for both of you, he wasn't entirely the experienced one this time.

Meanwhile at home, you were trying everything to keep yourself relaxed. Reassuring yourself that it wasn't a big deal—many people did this all the time, right? Yet, it was still a bit nerve-wracking. It was a territory you'd never even discussed with your girlfriends, and you hadn't really tried anything similar before.

So, you decided to enjoy a cup of tea to calm your nerves. 

And when William returned home, you swiftly embraced each other, not bothering with too much talk before finding yourselves in the dimmed lights of your bedroom. You had tried to make it nice and cosy, even preparing with a towel just in case of an emergency.

As you and William were together in bed you felt yourself slowly relax. His warm body against yours, lips connected in soft and gentle motions, tongues dancing sensually. The soothing smell of candlelight filled the air as you eased into the sexual pleasure.

Naked under the duvet, you calmed more and more with each deep kiss. William's fingers slowly explored your heat, gently circling your clit before he entered two of his thick fingers, as he wanted to make sure you felt good. Loosen yourself into his touch as he carefully pumped his digits and stimulated your walls.

And as he worked your tense muscles, you let the pleasure slowly take over, coursing through every vein. You felt an orgasm cloud your mind, filling it with dopamine. William felt how the high made you clench around him, and as you slowly came down, he sensed your tense muscles relax.

“You’re okay, baby?” William's low, husky voice softly echoed in your ears as he broke the kiss and gently pulled out his fingers.

“Mmm…” you nodded, flashing him a sweet smile.

“And you're sure you want to do this?”

You couldn’t help but offer him a light chuckle as you gently stroked your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, Willy, I’m sure… just… go slow.”

The way William was so relaxed had made you relaxed too.

“Of course, baby… and you tell me to stop if that’s what you want,” his voice came out slightly serious. He didn’t want you to do something you deeply didn’t desire, nor would he risk hurting you.

“Willy, I’m good,” you grinned sweetly, biting down on your lower lip as you gazed up at him. “Actually, I’m a bit… excited.”

And that seemed to reassure him enough. With a gentle nod and a sly grin, William then pulled away from you, kneeled between your legs as he leaned over to the nightstand where he had a small butt plug ready, as well as a small tube of lube.

You watched him intensely as he took hold of the little bottle, coating his two digits he’d just used inside your cunt. Then, he hovered over you again, one arm supporting him next to your head while the other gently traced up between your ass cheeks.

You couldn’t help but let out a light gasp as you felt the cold lube touch your skin, but you did your best to maintain control of your breaths as William’s middle finger gently poked against your tight hole.

And very carefully, he pushed it in, his eyes still locked onto yours as he observed your reaction.

Soft moans escaped your lips. It was a strange feeling, good, but strange. The way his finger slowly eased in, stretching your entrance, was an odd sensation that had you feeling a new form of pleasure.

“Is this alright, baby?”

With a light 'yes,' you reassured him once more, encouraging him to keep moving. He took his time, pumping his finger as he watched you whimper and focused on your breathing.

Then delicately, William tried to add his second finger, making sure his motions were patient and slow. He let his two digits stretch you a little further, and a louder moan escaped you this time. The way his fingers stimulated your ass was slowly becoming a little overwhelming.

“Is this good?”

“Yes, Willy… shit, it feels good,” you panted.

Slightly surprised by your own words, you moaned softly and let sweet cries escape, feeling a rush of pleasure slowly forming. It wasn’t like the usual way an orgasm would build up, yet it did feel really good.

“Baby, let me put the toy in you, and I’ll take good care of you.”

With a soft nod and a deep breath, you relaxed your body and William carefully pulled out his fingers. Then, he leaned over again, grabbed the little metal plug with a small fake diamond to make it look cute, coated it with a good layer of lube, before he gently placed it by your entrance.

“Ready?” he inquired; his eyes locked onto yours as you gave him acceptance. You noticed yourself briefly holding your breath as he let the toy slowly slip into you yet surrendering to the pleasure of the cold metal.

“Oh… fuck,” you breathed out.

William couldn’t help but express a smile, quickly gazing down as he saw the silver disappear into your hole. It was more than just a turn on for him. He felt his hard cock throbbing just by the mere thought of feeling himself inside you.

But he remained patient and controlled. And as the toy was all the way in, William then came back into missionary, kissing you again to make sure you were feeling good and calm with the new toy.

And you most definitely did. It was stimulating you in a whole new way.

Then, still with your lips connected, William lined his member with your heat and slowly eased himself into your core. Your juices provided him with a good amount of lubricant, mixed with the lube from the butt plug.

“Fuck…” he heavily breathed out. “Oh shit, baby, I can feel it inside you.”

However, you were unable to respond. Feeling William filling you up with his cock, coupled with the little metal in your ass, had you seeing stars. And as he then began to rock his hips, gently and controlled, you couldn’t contain your louder moans.

It was beyond intense. William’s cock alone could normally hit you so perfectly; however, with the butt plug in your other hole, you were feeling more than just pleasure. This was a different kind of high you were about to reach.

“Yes, baby… God! You feel so fucking incredible…” William moaned along your sweet sounds, as he thrusted into you. “Shit, I’m gonna need you to come for me, baby… show me how good I make you feel.”

Though the dirty talk seemed to come naturally to him, William also felt the need to make sure you were feeling the comfort and pleasure like he was, ensuring you'd come at least one more time, before he could move on. 

And he did not have to say much more. Holding a tight grip onto his shoulders, you let out cries, indicating you were so close to an orgasm. Feeling the intensity on your two holes being stimulated, it did not take much longer for you to almost scream out his name, letting your mind go completely foggy as you came.

“Oh Willy…” you whimpered softly, feeling his shaft softly pounding a few more times as you calmed down from your intense high. “Shit, that felt good.”

William was feeling rather satisfied with the results so far; however, he was also becoming more eager to have himself inside your ass.

So, with a few more seconds to make you both regain your breaths, he then slowly pulled out his cock, making you feel a void as he gently toyed with the little piece of metal.

“You think you can handle me, älskling?”

And with an excited nod, you bit down on your lip again, watched him intensely as you took in another deep breath and relaxed so he could slowly pull out the butt plug.

“Oh,” you moaned as you felt it stretch you once more, your hands finding the sheets to grab a hold onto. 

Then, with the toy completely out, William tossed it aside, again reached over to the bedside table, finding the condom package and the bottle of lube, and skilfully wrapped himself up, giving the latex an extra coat of lubricant.

“Alright,” he spoke dark and husky, as he again came to lean his body over you. “Just breathe and relax. We’ll go slow, and you tell me if it hurts.”

"Yes," you managed to exhale, feeling the tip of his cock against your ass.

Raising your lower half slightly to provide better access, William tried to ease himself in very slowly, almost agonisingly so. Only allowing the tip to barely enter, he observed you squirming beneath him, your nails digging into his skin as you attempted to control your breath.

He then retracted just a little before gradually pushing further, allowing more of his length to slip inside. 

"Fuck!" he erupted with a loud, raw moan. "You're so tight, baby!"

The intensity was overwhelming, overstimulating for both of you as your moans synchronised, resonating through the air. And in a matter of seconds, William was completely in, stretching your hole with his hard member.

A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, not a result of pain but sheer pleasure as William filled you up. And as he stared directly at you in search for any hints of discomfort, you flashed him a gentle smile and reassurance. 

"Willy..." you whimpered softly, your breath catching. "You can move."

Your eyes remained locked as he delicately withdrew before pushing back in again. And slowly, he established a gentle rhythm, allowing the lube to coat his member as he swayed his hips, stimulating your ass.

You couldn't stifle your moans as this new wave of pleasure built up, your hands moving eagerly from the sheets to his shoulders to his hair, tugging on it as William pounded into you.

"God, baby, you take me so good," praises slipped off his tongue.

And he knew he wasn't going to last long. The muscles were a lot tighter than he was used to from your cunt, pushing him quicker toward his climax. His palms gripped tightly onto the sheets beside you, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he kept thrusting. His movements gradually became a little harder and quicker.

"Fuck... shit... oh, baby... fuck."

A series of curse words were shouted as William maintained a steady motion. And you couldn't even articulate coherent words any longer. Only deep breaths and loud moans escaped you, and air was emptied from your lungs as your eyes rolled back in your head.

"Willy... I'm... gon... Mmmm come..." you managed to blurt out in between cries and whimpers, feeling your climax about to peak.

And as William felt himself right on the edge as well, he couldn't control his hard thrusts and deep grunts any longer. 

"Yes, baby... come with me..."

One of his hands forcefully grabbed onto the headboard of the bed as he now too cried out. On the brink of climax, ecstasy coursing through his mind, body, and soul. And as William felt your opening clench around him, as you moaned out his name in the purest sense of an intense orgasm, he then too, let himself surrender to the rush. Spilling his seed into the latex as a string of curse words and groans escaped his lips amid praises.

What felt like an eternity of a high rush was merely a few seconds, perhaps almost a minute, where the two of you were completely stunned. William's cock still buried inside you as you both slowly came out of the euphoric state of mind. Your legs trembled as you regained consciousness, your sight clearing as you felt your heated bodies share sweat and vibrations.

Breaths were deep and heavy, both of you finding your way back to reality.

And slowly, very slowly, William pulled out his shaft. Your ass felt sore and stretched, yet your body still lingered from the intense pleasure.

Smiles adorned your lips, and William took a few silent seconds to study your face, making sure you were feeling okay.

He rested his forehead against yours, sharing light chuckles before connecting your lips in a soft and tender kiss, ensuring the atmosphere remained romantic and sincere.

"You're feeling good?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Willy, that was incredible," you reassured him with a sweet smile. And again, you both waited a few more seconds, sharing a quick kiss, before untangling from the position.

Feeling beyond excited and satisfied, you took your time to clean up in the shower, softly and gently washing each other as you shared kisses and heartfelt giggles.

After all, William was a master at aftercare. 

And as you retreated to the bed, he made sure to snuggle and cuddle with all his love.

"You're alright, baby?"

"Yes, Willy, you don't have to keep asking," you giggled as you rested your head on his chest.

"Sorry, I just want to make sure it was good for you too," he glanced down at you with an arm resting behind his head and a smile across his handsome face.

"It was, baby," you gently leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips before returning to rest on his broad torso, his hand softly stroking your hair while a brief, comfortable silence settled between you.

"Will you stay here tomorrow? Until the game," his husky voice softly spoke, his eyes sparkling in the soft lights of your bedroom.

“Mmm, yes - but I might have to go by my own place during the day,” you flashed him a content grin.

“Why’s that?”

You leaned up a little, stretching your arms as you looked down at him with a soft smirk.

“Well, I have to go home and… collect some stuff, you know… if I have to be here for a little longer,” you couldn’t contain your amusement as William slowly came to realise what you were saying.

“Wait… so that’s a yes?” He chuckled.

“Mmm,” you nodded with a wide smile. “But I’m not sure if I’ll give up my apartment just yet… I want to do this right, Willy, and for me, that just means taking things a little slow…”

“Of course, baby, whatever you need,” William smiled as he gently sat up and connected your lips in a tender kiss. His hand finding the back of your hair, pulling you close to him, before swiftly retreating again. “Hang on… so anal sex was what had you make up your mind?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his sudden exclamation.

“Hmm, I suppose - I mean, you’ve literally seen every part of me now.”

William’s grin grew a little wider.

“Well then I guess I should have suggested it sooner.”

With playful banter and shared laughter, you and William continued to bask in the afterglow of your intimate moment. And as the night progressed, you found comfort in each other's arms, exchanging sweet whispers and tender kisses. The condo became a haven for your shared secrets, desires, and newfound closeness.

And the next morning, as the alarm set off, you woke up entwined with William. The previous night's passion had created a deeper connection between you two, and the sense of intimacy lingered in the air. 

With William then heading to morning skates, you took the opportunity to visit your place and gather a few more items than usual. And returning to his condo, you discovered he had made space for your belongings in his closet and bathroom. A wide smile adorned your face as you left your new home, eager to watch him play in the upcoming home game later that night.

[writingsofwesteros]

Viserys's 1st daughter with Alicent manipulating her way into his heart and becoming his favorite, him doting on her just as much as Rhaenyra. She makes him think she's this sweet girl, but really she's just as bad as Otto, her grandfather's influence strong on her. Her love of the finer things in life and selfish desire to see her own chubby little babies sit the throne led to her hatching a plan. Viserys is visited by his daughter nightly, sometimes in his room as both he and her mother slept, bouncing on his cock and making sure every drop stays in. Other times she drugs him and lets him fuck her all over the room that he plays with his little toys in, the same one she pretends to be so interested in. Nothing makes her cum faster than knowing she was going to get everything she wanted and more.

When she finally becomes pregnant and her father starts questioning her about it furiously, she pretends to cry and act weak. She tells him that sometimes while he's on the milk of the poppy he comes into her room and won't leave until he takes her. Viserys believes her and is appalled by his own behavior, tearing up and shakily moving to hug her. She cries into his shoulder and tells him she never wanted him to know, making him feel guiltier. The only way to make this right is to marry his poor daughter the Valyrian way and hope the kingdom will accept him taking two wives as Aegon the Conqueror had. The only problem is now there's two Targaryen daughter's with scandals staining their names. One had been seen in a pleasure house with her uncle and the other was married to her father after conceiving his bastard. Alicent is furious and refuses to stay in the same room as him anymore, cursing him for ruining their child in such a way.

When they marry, Viserys tells her on their wedding night that they don't have to do anything, especially since they already have proof of their consummation. They strip into their night clothes, hers a sheer pink nightgown that shows off her pregnant belly and swollen tits nicely while wearing no small clothes underneath. She whines to him that they "don't feel comfy" now that she's pregnant. He spoons her from behind, cuddling her close to his chest to keep her "weaker" body warm and comfortable as she carries his child. As he starts to fall asleep, she moves her ass back and grinds it against his cock making him shoot straight to attention. He tries to stop her weakly, but can't when she whines out "I need your help Kepa~" She reaches back and grabs his cock, slotting it between her folds as she grinds her clit against it for a few moments to get herself wetter.

Her hips then begin to rock back smoothly against his, sliding her father’s hard cock between her folds before moving faster. She "mewls" and "begs" him to take her and put himself inside her again, chipping away at his resistance more and more. He tries to stop her, going to grab her hips and accidentally making his way to her swollen baby bump, causing his hips to involuntarily shoot out. She moans louder in reaction to that and gasps accordingly when he suddenly slips inside her, panting as she pretends it's too much, but all that she needed. She puts on a good show as her father fucks her on their wedding night, actually enjoying a bit of it mostly due to her pregnancy hormones. He creams inside her and continue playing with her tits, rolling her nipples as she moaned for real. Her pussy throbs and pulses around his cock, milk running down her side as he sucks on her neck and makes her tip over the edge intensely from his breast ministrations.

Viserys cups her face and makes her kiss him softly, smiling and asking if she liked it. She can only pant as he begins to go again and can finally see a bit of what Aemma must have. The whole time he dicks her down, he makes sure to caress her stomach that protected their young one and reflected their growth. Viserys tries to blame his breeding kink for his attraction to his daughter, along with the new circumstances they're under, but the truth is it shown through with his favoritism of her. He lusted for her, making him extra blind to her manipulations and how the sweet girl was just an act. Viserys should've saw it in the way she turned him against Rhaenyra and filled his days with only her, making him believe she cared for him most. He remains blind throughout her younger life, her pregnancy and even when she gives birth to their son.

She immediately loves her baby boy and cries upon seeing how perfect he turned out. Viserys is enamored by their little one, his first grandson also being his own son exciting him more than it should. As soon as she can, she begins buttering Viserys up and planting the idea to place their son as heir to be a neutral third party to the Rhaenyra vs Aegon showdown. He is a first son afterall, only by her right and not Viserys's. She always makes sure to bring it up after blowjobs, riding him, letting him try out anal, tittyjobs or anytime his head is extra mushy for her. She'll do anything to get her way, and she knows he'll be much warmer towards her idea when hearing the good news of her most recent pregnancy 👑💀

Oopsie, shouldn't be so hot that's for sure.

At least Alicent doesn't need to go to his bed thank you.

Viserys really is so easily to manipulate , he never saw that coming!

[totowlff]

chapter four — distance education

➝ nobody said that learning remotely was easy

➝ word count: 2,9k

➝ warnings: smut, d/s dynamics, masturbation, use of toys

➝ author’s note: i know it wasn't what you expected, but i hope it's what you wanted.

The sun was shining brightly over Melbourne that morning. The movement in the paddock was intense, an indication that this would be a day of intense activities on the track. However, Toto's good mood was not due to the conversations with George and Lewis or the positive prognosis for the sessions that would take place later. It was because he received, early in the morning, a good morning message from Ava.

Contrary to what he would have liked, she had stayed working in London. He even tried to convince her to go with him, but Ava refused, stating that the distance would serve Toto's learning process and she hoped he would take it seriously. And by taking it seriously, she meant that he should completely control his sexual desires and impulses.

It was simple in theory.

But, in practice, it was the biggest challenge of his life.

It started during the flight to Australia, when Ava sent a photo of a drawer full of lingerie and babydolls, stating that she was undecided which one to wear for their next meeting. With his lower lip between his teeth, he typed that he didn't mind that, since he knew she would look wonderful in all of them.

“Wrong answer”, Toto thought, as he stared at the photo Ava had sent.

In front of a mirror, her face was hidden by her cell phone, giving all the attention to the babydoll made entirely of lace that showed off all her curves, leaving practically nothing to his imagination. Letting out a heavy sigh, he typed out the first compliment he could think of before looking back at the image, practically mesmerized.

— Buying new pajamas? — someone asked next to him. When Toto looked up, he found the mischievous smile of Frédéric, who had the newspaper he was reading on his lap.

— Huh?

— Is that babydoll for you? — the team principal rephrased his question, pointing his head at the cell phone screen, where Ava's photo was still in display. Staring at the image again, Toto felt his face heat up.

— No, no, I'm not buying anything — he replied quickly.

— So you're just watching porn, got it — Fred said, before letting out a laugh, making Toto flinch, feeling his cheeks even hotter than before.

— It's not porn, it's just a photo.

— Very sexy by the way…

Noticing that the Frenchman was still staring at the image of the woman on the screen, he tried to hide it, preventing him from seeing more. It sounded counterproductive, but Toto couldn't help but feel a certain anger when he thought about Ava getting the attention of other men. It was a selfish feeling, not to say naive, since he knew the possibility of a dominant having several submissives, but Toto wanted him to be the only one in her life.

— Who is she?

— Who are you talking about? — he returned the question.

— The woman, who is she? — Fred insisted.

— Nobody.

— Your new girlfriend?

— What if she is?

The Ferrari boss smiled.

— Consider me surprised since no one has entered that ice heart of yours in years — Fred said — I think the last woman you introduced me to was your sister and that was almost ten years ago.

Toto rolled his eyes.

— You really are an idiot.

— That means you have a girlfriend, then — the man murmured, before looking to the side — Christian, did you know that Toto is dating?

Turning his face, he noticed that Christian Horner was heading back to his seat on the plane. He was returning from another trip to the bathroom, courtesy of the food poisoning he had arranged to disturb him during the flight. However, his indisposition did not prevent a sparkle from appearing in his eyes, as well as a malicious smile.

— Does he? What's her name?

— It doesn't matter to you — Toto murmured, while a new notification from Ava flashed on the phone’s screen. That made him quickly take the device in his hands, expectation growing in his chest — Actually, it doesn't matter to both of you, I shouldn't have said anything.

As if realizing he was anxious, the two team principals laughed.

— Apparently she's a good catch — Christian murmured, as he sat in his seat — Is she younger than you? Be careful not to bore her with your old man things, women don't like that.

— Old man things?

— Yeah, things old people do…

— Like shooting at plates in the English countryside? — Toto questioned, a certain irritation crackling in his voice. Christian narrowed his eyes, his lips pressed together for a few seconds.

— Like being an asshole on a plane — he said, before muttering a curse under his breath and turning around, walking quickly towards the bathroom. Toto's eyes met Frédéric's, who was shaking his head.

— You two are completely insufferable — he muttered.

Rolling his eyes, Toto simply closed the partition between his cabin and the plane's aisle. After taking a deep breath, he turned his attention to his phone, which still had Ava's notification shining on the screen. Unlocking the device, he came across a new photo of her, this time, with an even more daring piece. With gold details that resembled the reflections of the sun on sea water, the fabric did little to cover her nipples and pussy. “Do you think this one is better?”, the caption of the image asked him.

Before he could type the answer, a video appeared on the screen, his eyes widening at the sight of the thumbnail, his cheeks unbearably hot. Running a hand through his hair, Toto shifted uncomfortably in the armchair, without taking his eyes off Ava's tour of the piece, revealing the completely open back with a giggle.

— Maybe I'll use it while I suck you, so you can have a privileged view — she asked in the video, with a suggestive tone — Can you imagine seeing my pussy dripping with lust in front of you, begging for your cock inside it? Tell me what you think, little boy.

“This woman is going to kill me”, he thought to himself, putting down his cell phone and finding a not-so-subtle bulge in his pants. As he covered himself with the blanket he had been given by a flight attendant hours before, Toto couldn't help but be impressed by the power Ava had over him, even though she was hundreds of miles away.

And it had only been the beginning.

There hadn't been a day that she hadn't sent him a provocative or suggestive message. The photos of Ava's lingerie collection were already accumulating in his private folder, as were the videos and audios, all with a domineering tone that made him think about taking off his own pants and taking the matter into his own hands once and for all.

— You can't, Toto, you can't — he repeated to himself one night after dropping the phone on the bed, the image of Ava's new skirt, the back of which was made of buckles on a transparent tulle, shining on the screen. He had given his own pleasure into her hands, and that meant it was no longer up to him to decide about it.

The worst thing about it wasn't the distance or the maddening lust, but rather that all it took was one stern look from Ava for him to confess every time he had touched himself without her permission. And the consequences would be brutal, he was sure.

It was that context that made the arrival of Friday and the free practice sessions a real relief for Toto. In that situation, all he needed was something to occupy his mind, other than the impressive amount of lace and satin pieces that Ava had in her closet.

After waving to a circuit employee and taking a selfie with a boy waiting near the structure set up for the Mercedes, he entered the space with a smile. Saying a cheerful good morning to the catering team and making a joke with one of the engineers who was having coffee there, Toto headed to the small office set up for him.

Dropping his carry-on bag onto the table, he had just sat down when his cell phone began to vibrate in front of him. When he picked up the device, Toto felt a shiver run through his body when he read Ava's name on the caller ID, along with the word FaceTime. “What does she want now?”, he asked himself, before touching the green circle.

— Good morning, little boy — Ava's teasing voice sounded through the cubicle. Taking up practically the entire screen, her face had a sweet, almost innocent smile.

— Good morning, ma'am — he replied, pausing for a few seconds as he remembered the time zone — Good evening, I mean.

— How are you? Excited for today's sessions?

— I'm fine, ma'am. Excited may be too much, but yes I am looking for it.

— That's good — Ava murmured.

— What about you?

— I'm fine too — she replied — Just a little bored.

— Bored? — Toto said, giggling nervously. Ava nodded, the shadow of a smile on her lips, neatly painted a shade of pink.

— Yeah. So I decided to do something.

— To call me?

— No — she laughed — I called you to show you what I'm going to do.

Toto didn't have time to ask before Ava walked away from the camera, revealing that she was wearing only black satin lingerie, with no lace or any transparency. Running a hand over his forehead, he couldn't help but feel a familiar shiver run through her body as she climbed into bed, neatly dressed in black sheets. Above her fabric, the silver glow of something slightly curved caused the air to catch in his lungs.

— Ma’am…

— I know you've spent the last few days thinking about what it would be like to be inside me for the first time. I know you thought if it wouldn't be better to just ignore everything and fuck your hand while imagining you're here — she said, opening her legs dramatically. If the panties didn't allow Toto to have any glimpse of Ava, the opening in the middle of it allowed him to see her pussy — Isn't that right, little boy?

— Yes, ma'am — he murmured, mesmerized by the arousal that oozed from her folds and shone in the soft light of the room.

— I thought you might have an aperitif, you know? Since you're so far away from me but you want to touch me so much — Ava said, with a devilish smile on her face as she picked up the silver object next to her. The constant buzzing made Toto conclude that it was a vibrator.

— Ma’am…

— Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have my body to yourself for one night? — the words dripped like honey from her lips as Ava slid the flat tip of the toy down her inner thighs — Being able to touch me without any restrictions or rules? Feel my heat completely surrounding your cock? Hear my moans in your ear, begging you to go faster, harder, to fill my pussy with your cum?

Ava's narration drew those scenes almost automatically in Toto's mind. Her eyes full of desire and her lips parted, as if in a silent request for him to speed up, for him to give her what she wanted. And Toto was willing to give whatever his mistress wanted, even if it cost him his own sanity.

Bringing the vibrator close to her pubis  itself, Ava's eyes closed momentarily, a heavy sigh escaping her lungs, as if the promise of something good was on the horizon. And Toto never wanted so much to be the person who made her feel good.

— Yes, I did — he replied, as the silver tip of the toy drew slow circles on the upper portion of her pussy — I always think about how to please you, ma'am.

— If I told you to satisfy me now, what would you do, little boy? — Ava asked, her eyes squinting at her cell phone as she slid the toy through her own folds.

Toto shifted in his seat, feeling his cheeks getting even hotter. At that point, he didn't need to look down to know that he was hard from that completely explicit image of Ava, coupled with her words and teasing.

— I would start with your breasts, ma'am.

— Do you like my breasts? — she asked, with the shadow of a smile on her face.

— Yes, ma'am. I love them.

— And what would you do with them?

— I would kiss, lick and suck your nipples until they were hard — he replied, as he saw her hand move up her torso towards her bra, squeezing the soft skin. The air was trapped in Toto's lungs, his eyes analyzing that scene that seemed to have come from one of his most erotic dreams.

— And then? — she grumbled softly, moving the toy up and down against her labia minora, as if teasing herself.

— I would slide my mouth along your skin until I reached your pussy. And I would take my time to discover everything you like. I would discover the ideal rhythm, the position of the tongue, whether you like me to use my fingers or not…

— Yes — Ava sighed, her tone almost revealing vulnerability.

Faced with that scene, Toto had the impression that pleasure was the place where she stripped herself of titles and rituals. And seeing her like that, so absorbed in the sensation she was causing in herself with the vibrator, made him place one of his hands over the bulge in his pants, as if that could help alleviate the unbearable lust he was feeling.

That was Ava's effect on him.

— Would you make me come with your tongue, little boy? — she murmured, her eyes meeting his through the screen.

— No, ma'am. You deserve more, much more.

Ava smiled.

— What do I deserve, then? — she asked defiantly, the tip of the vibrator resting firmly against her clit, her eyelids fluttering with the pleasure coursing through her body.

— My cock, ma'am. You deserve to feel him inside you, filling you and making you moan with pleasure. You deserve to enjoy the best I can give you.

A whimper escaped Ava's lips as she slid the vibrator into her own opening, rubbing the chrome tip against herself.

— Would you be gentle, little boy?

— Would you like me to be gentle?

She smiled, inserting the toy inside herself with a moan.

— Fuck — Toto murmured, his hand squeezing his own member under the fabric of his pants, as she arched her back, her eyes closed tightly.

— This… Yes, fuck, yes — Ava whimpered, her legs shaking as she sped up the toy's thrusts. Forcing herself to open her eyes, she found Toto's image on her cell phone, witnessing that scene practically frozen, as if any word or movement could ruin what was happening.

And in that split second, she shattered.

He was sure he could have accompanied Ava and cum in his own pants like a teenager from what he had just witnessed. Seeing her writhing with pleasure was something sublime, perhaps more pleasurable than anything she had ever given him behind closed doors.

It was the effect Ava had on him.

She was still catching her breath when Toto finally broke the silence.

— Ma’am?

— Hm?

— Would it be my turn now? — he asked, his voice sounding a little too naive.

Suddenly, Ava sat up in bed, one eyebrow raised.

— What made you think you would have your turn?

Toto blinked.

— Ah, well, I just made you cum…

Ava let out a giggle.

— Little boy, you're so innocent — she said, in a condescending tone — First of all, you saw me cum, you didn't make me cum. They are two different things.

— But I guided — Toto tried to argue.

— You watched, little boy — Ava interrupted him abruptly — And that's different from guiding, something you wouldn't do since I'm the dominant one here. Secondly, I think your insolence is reason enough for me to deny your request.

— Ma’am, I just…

— You questioned my intentions and wanted to take a place that doesn't belong to you.

— Please, ma'am...

— Have a good day, Toto — she said, before ending the call.

Staring at the screen in shock, he couldn't believe what had just happened. The best minutes of his life had turned into the worst in a matter of seconds, and the blame was solely on his anxiety to please Ava.

— Holy shit, Torger — he muttered to himself, running a hand over his face.

Suddenly, a knock on the door made Toto adjust himself in his chair, inviting whoever was outside to enter. A few seconds later, Bradley's face appeared through the crack.

— Ah, you're there, Toto — he said — I thought you hadn't arrived.

— I just got here, Brad — he answered, still feeling his cock painfully hard inside his trousers — Any problem?

— No, no, I was just in a room next door and I heard a strange noise.

Toto felt his hands get cold.

— Strange noise?

— Yeah, like a whining or something. I thought it might be someone with a problem, but I didn't find anyone...

— There must be a television on in one of the briefing rooms, no?

— I think it's difficult — Bradley replied with a small smile.

— Why?

— I don't know if any of the televisions here have access to porn.

Toto blinked, his stomach dropping.

— Well, check it anyway. We never know if we are going to be victims of a virtual attack or something like that — he managed to say, trying to hide his own discomfort.

With a nod, Bradley closed the door.

And Toto was sure that he had barely escaped.

[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (21)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: sex content, smut, violence, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Several months have passed since Vaegon was born. Viserys's condition began to deteriorate significantly. It was so bad that he was given poppy milk. Viserys asked Alicent to organize a feast and gather his entire family. He felt that his time was coming and he wanted everyone to be with him.

The specter of his future death cast a shadow over the Red Keep. Lady Stark knew that Otto Hightower, her husband's grandfather, saw his grandson Aegon on the throne, not princess Rhaenyra. He was poisoning the thoughts of the queen all the time, who, although she stood up to him, was afraid when he told her, that her childhood friend would kill her and her children as soon as she took the Iron Throne.

Aemond shared with her what his grandfather had said. Lady Stark looked at him, frowning, as Vaegon sat on her lap, playing with the wooden horse she had just handed him, drooling all over it and trying to get it into his mouth.

"Your grandfather strikes me as more capable of such a thing than your stepsister." She said coldly, bending down to her son so he wouldn't choke on the toy. "Hey, don't eat that!"

Aemond gave her a pointed look, her words annoyed him, but the sight of her with their son on her lap always warmed him. Their child was loud and curious, everything amused and interested him. When he sat on his lap, he notoriously tried to take off his eyepatch or pull his hair. He squealed loudly when he wouldn't let him.

They were both happy to say that he was a trouble-free, happy child. He was now sleeping soundly almost all nights, growing fast and changing from day to day. From his dragon egg hatched a beautiful blue dragon. He was still small, as was himself, but Aemond was proud to think that his firstborn son had, what the gods hadn't given him.

He looked at his wife thoughtfully.

"You're too gullible. Just because she helped you give birth, doesn't mean she won't kill you and our baby if she considers you a threat." He said, looking away impatiently. Lady Stark shook her head, taking the toy from Vaegon, which he seemed to want to give her at that moment.

"And who would you see on the throne. Aegon, holding a goblet of wine in one hand and a whore's ass in the other?" She asked directly, and Aemond laughed loudly at her words. His wife had already become completely open with him and was not afraid to express her opinions. He looked at her intensely.

Lady Stark blinked and twisted in place, unsettled. She frowned, blinking, slowly realizing what he was thinking.

"You think I would be a bad king?" He asked quietly.

Lady Stark swallowed loudly, looking at him horrified.

"I… I think you'd make a great king. I really do. But I love our life. You always pay for a crown. The gods don't give anything for free and they'll take something from you. Again." She said with emphasis. Aemond pursed his lips at her words, and they both looked at each other, tension between them. Finally, he exhaled softly, resigned.

"Such speculations are meaningless. I am not the firstborn son." He said getting up from his chair. Lady Stark blinked, swallowing loudly, afraid she might have inadvertently hurt him. She took Vaegon in her arms and walked over to him, looking at him fondly.

"I know, Aemond." She said softly and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "I know you sacrificed more. You studied and trained more. You understand and know more, you are better suited. I know it's not fair. But I can't help but enjoy our life as it is. Is it not enough for you?" She asked, looking at him with pain.

Aemond looked at her thoughtfully, his gaze softening. He moved closer to them, grabbed her cheek and kissed her passionately with a wet, loud sound. He pulled away from her, licking his lips.

"It's you alone that I want more than a crown."

***

Aemond fucked her hard, panting heavily, holding her buttocks tightly in his hands. She was wearing a flowing, sheer dress again, revealing her beautiful shoulders, her nipples showing through, driving him crazy.

As they were going to his mother's chamber to have dinner together, he entered the alley, turned her back to him, and pulled up her dress. He could hear her panting loudly, her juices running slowly down her thighs. Seeing this, he just lowered his pants slightly and entered her without warning.

A few weeks after Vaegon's birth, his wife let him take her again. They did it very gently and slowly, enjoying the closeness again. They made love several times that night, the last time they fucked like animals, panting and moaning heavily.

Aemond was surprised to find that they were even hornier than before their son was born. They already had an heir, they had done their duty as a married couple, so they could caress each other solely for their own satisfaction and fulfillment.

After the birth of their son, his wife's body changed. She still had a beautiful, slender waist and face, but her hips and breasts were bigger, and he couldn't keep his hands off them. When walking with her, he could just slide her dress off her shoulders and cup her breast in his hand, kissing her lips.

He liked that her temper never faded. She loved it when he took her to new places, when they were on the verge of being caught. That's why he often fucked her, like now, in the hallway.

Occasionally the servants caught a glimpse of them out of the corner of their eye, but they quickly looked away and fled, not daring to interrupt them. They reported this to the queen, who rebuked her son, but he pretended that nothing of the sort had happened and that it was mere slander.

"What's the point of you wearing these dresses, if they don't cover anything?" He hissed, fucking her mercilessly, his thighs hitting hers with tremendous force, a wet, perverted slap. They were both panting loudly.

"Maybe you should walk around the keep naked, hm? You like it when other men look at your body?" He asked enraged, sick with jealousy and the fact, that other men could look at her body, which belonged only to him. She moaned loudly, her face pressed helplessly against the wall.

Lady Stark licked her lips, panting heavily, her mouth twitching into a smile. She loved driving him crazy.

"Yes, I like it so much. When I see their eyes on me, I get so wet." She whispered laboriously, sweetly, her hands struggling to balance her body. She felt his hands tighten on her buttocks, his cock pumping harder into her.

"I didn't know my wife was such a slut." He hissed, his hand closing around her throat, lifting her up a bit, so that he leaned in to her ear as he continued to fuck her. He knew she was teasing him, and it infuriated him.

"Maybe I should start taking a closer look at the ladies in the keep, their breasts and hips, too? Would you like that?"

Lady Stark pursed her lips in defeat.

"I'd sooner pluck out your other eye." She mumbled, frowning. She heard his light laugh, both of them gasping loudly, close to fulfillment, slamming their bodies against each other with all their might.

"I think, that for your brazen words, you will kneel before your husband today and give him pleasure, right?" He gasped, his hand sliding down to her clit, massaging it with a slow, intense motion, he heard her loud moan of delight. "I think we agree on that, don't we?"

"Y-yes, I want to feel you in my mouth so badly" She moaned helplessly, and leaned back as a strong, wonderful orgasm surged through her body. Her husband came out of her just in time, coming to the floor, panting loudly.

Aemond quickly pulled his pants up and turned his wife toward him, breathing uneasily, looking at her with amusement.

"If you want to suck my cock, just say so. You don't have to make me mad." He grunted, cupping her chin in his hand, as she adjusted her gown with trembling hands. She snorted, smiling slightly.

"Where's the fun in that?"

***

The time came for a great family feast. Lady Stark could see, that her husband had not been in a good mood since morning. He was tense and ironic. The thought of meeting Luke made him meaner to her and more brutal with his words. She frowned, as she lifted the kicking Vaegon from his cradle, demanding attention.

"What's the matter with you? I don't recognize you. Are you going to act like a child at the table today? I already have one and I don't want to keep the other one behaving properly." She said, taken off balance by his behavior.

He looked at her enraged, his lips pressed into a line. The fact that she called him a child was like a slap in the face to him. She could see that he was boiling, but before he could say anything, she interjected.

"Be careful what you're about to say. Luke will leave eventually, and we'll stay here with anything else nice I hear from you today." She said resentfully, not understanding how such a wise man could be so carried away by his own grief.

She saw his jaw quiver, he lowered his gaze, turning his head away. He swallowed hard, his fists clenched. Lady Stark looked at him expectantly. Finally he looked at her.

"I didn't mean to offend you." He said coldly. His wife exhaled loudly. Better an apology than none at all.

"I didn't mean to offend you either. But I beg you, control yourself. You can't breathe fire on everything as you please." She said, skirting him with their son in her arms, leaving their chamber. Aemond tipped his head back, running a hand over his face.

When he entered the great hall, that now served as the dining room, practically everyone was already there. He saw that his wife, with their son in her arms, was talking to Helaena. Her twins were running under the table, laughing loudly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luke and Jace watching him uncertainly.

He walked over to his wife and held out his hands to her. He knew he was exaggerating, and he took out his frustrations on her all day. He wondered how she could bear it so patiently.

"Give him to me. You carry him all day, your back will hurt." He said gently, looking at her softly. Lady Stark smiled slightly and glanced at Vaegon.

"Will you torment your dad a bit now? Hmm?" She asked, rocking him, and he began to kick happily in her hands, obviously delighted at the prospect. She handed Aemond his son, and he immediately tightened his hands around his black leather jacket, his fingers automatically going to his blindfold.

"No." He said, leaning back, so as not to let him reach there. Vaegon squealed loudly in impatience and looked desperately at his mother. Lady Stark laughed out loud.

"He's so funny!" She said to Helaena, who looked at them amused.

She smiled broadly as she saw Rhaenyra come over to them, looking tenderly at their child, behind her, a few paces away, Daemon stopped. She reached out her fingers to touch his tiny hand, which immediately tightened on her skin.

"Children grow up so fast. I hope he's in good health." She said, glancing at his mother. Lady Stark nodded.

"He's the liveliest baby I know. I don't know what will happen, when he starts walking and talking. I think we'll have to locked him up in a dragon's lair." She said amused, Rhaenyra and Daemon laughed out loud. Daemon wagged his finger at her.

"You have a fiery tongue. You fit in this family." He said with appreciation, his wife nodded.

Aemond was surprised to see how easily his wife was able to create a gentle, cheerful atmosphere with people she didn't know at all. Her directness, humor and warmth quickly won over everyone. He knew his uncle, knew that he could be nasty and picky with people he considered idiots, or people not worth his attention. His wife somehow immediately won his favor.

He thought to himself, that he was lucky, that she fell in love with him. That she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She could have anyone with her beauty and intelligence, but she wanted him, the crippled prince. With her, he never felt inferior, deficient. On the contrary, she brought his self-esteem to a level he had never reached before.

She was the best lover he could wish for, tender, understanding, fiery, thirsty. Best friend and companion, intelligent, prudent, patient, funny, understanding. Even when they argued, he couldn't stay mad at her for long, her charm making his fury evaporate like steam. Very often their quarrels ended in their bed, their bodies sweating, intertwined in a tight embrace of pleasure.

They all turned, when they heard that the king would appear in the hall. He was literally carried on his throne, apparently unable to walk himself. Half of his face was covered by a golden mask.

Aemond felt his heart clench at the sight. He felt his wife move closer to him, pressing her breast against his shoulder, looking at him reassuringly. He gave her a tender look and kissed her forehead.

Finally, everyone sat down at the table. Aemond and his wife, with their son on her lap, sat on one edge of the table, Rhaena and Luke sat on the opposite side of the table. Lady Stark watched uneasily how they cast glances at each other, as they took a sip of wine. Some pleasant toasts were raised.

She and Aemond watched as Aegon got up lazily, and walked over to Baela. He whispered something in her ear, and Jace, sitting next to her, stood up suddenly, slamming his fist on the table.

Lady Stark looked at her husband in horror, as she saw him stand up as well. Jace and Aemond stared at each other, Aegon sat back as if nothing had happened. There was an awkward silence.

Jace swallowed hard, smiled, and raised his goblet.

"I want to make a toast to you, dear uncles. I have wonderful memories of our youth together, and I hope we can be friends and allies now as well. All the best for you." He said, slapping Aegon friendly on the shoulder.

Lady Stark pursed her lips, trying not to smile, amused by the situation. Her eyes met Daemon's and they both covered their faces, trying not to laugh out loud.

"For you too." Aegon grunted.

Jace sat back down at the table. Aemond looked away, impatient. After a while he sat down again next to his wife, all tense. He gave her a questioning look as he saw her expression. She just shook her head, sighing loudly with pity. She thought they behaved worse than her baby on her lap.

Otto accosted his great-grandson by tickling his belly. Vaegon laughed out loud each time his fingers came close to him again. She thought with amusement that her son loved everyone and everything. She reached for a piece of watermelon, that she loved so much, and began to eat it slowly, rocking him on her lap.

Vaegon, seeing a new, interesting item in her hand, reached out to her. Lady Stark, knowing that the watermelon had a soft, almost watery consistency, decided to let him try a piece.

She broke off a small fragment and slipped it on her finger into his mouth, which her son licked greedily, smacking with interest. He started jumping up and down with excitement at this new, apparently delicious for him, taste. He reached out for more. Aemond looked at them uneasily.

"Is it safe?" He asked quietly as she gave him another piece of watermelon in his mouth.

"I've read in books that he needs to be slowly introduced to watery foods. He won't be drinking milk all his life. Right?" She asked, wiping Vaegon's mouth, which was sticky from his new favorite dish.

Aemond grunted, letting go, believing she knew what she was doing. He had to admit, that she was a wonderful mother. She had a lot of patience, love and warmth, but she also did not let their son get on her head. Even when he cried with anger, when she didn't want to give him something, she did not give up to him.

She was the one, who showed him how to properly hold their son, where to pat him after he ate. He loved watching her breastfeed him, there was something intimate and private about it, family and warmth. Here his wife breastfed his son, thus taking care of his successor and heir.

He was ashamed to ask for it, but several times when they had sex he tried her milk, unable to contain his curiosity. She looked at him then, amused and turned on at the same time, letting him do what he wanted.

The music snapped him out of his thoughts. Jace stood up suddenly and walked over to Helaena, asking her to dance. Aemond and Aegon exchanged quick glances. Lady Stark smiled to herself, continuing to bite another piece of watermelon, sharing it with her son.

After a while, hot food began to come in. A large roast of pig was placed in front of them, still steaming. She heard Luke chuckle softly and turned her gaze to him. She saw him looking at her husband. She didn't even blink, before Aemond slammed his fist down on the table, grinning, and raised his goblet.

"The last tribute." He said looking around the room. "To the house of my nephews. Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise…"

Lady Stark stared at him in disbelief, feeling what he wanted to do. Cold sweat ran down her back.

"…strong."

"Aemond." The queen reacted immediately, moving uneasily in place.

"Let's us raise our cups, for these three, strong boys."

"I dare you to say that again." Jace hissed, looking at him with hatred.

"Why? It's only a compliment. Don't you consider yourself strong?" He asked, and Jace punched him hard in the face.

Aemond didn't even flinch, shoved him effortlessly with one hand, so that he fell to the ground. He laughed to himself as he turned back to his wife, amusement on his face.

"Have you gone mad?" She hissed furiously, holding their son in her arms, who fidgeted restlessly.

"I just wanted to show how proud I am of my family, wife. It seems my nephews aren't quite proud of theirs." He said, almost laughing, Jace moved at him again, but Daemon stepped between them.

"Wait." He said, pointing his finger at him.

He turned his back on him and sighed heavily, looking at Aemond. Before they could say anything, Lady Stark brushed past them and left the room. Aemond, seeing her rage, pursed his lips and followed her.

"Wait." He said impatiently, walking a few steps behind her. She didn't respond to him. She entered her chamber and he followed her.

"Leave." She said dryly to him. "Tonight you sleep alone. Go lie down with Luke, maybe you can clear up a few more things between yourselves."

His jaw clenched in fury at her words. He moved closer to her and grabbed her cheeks brutally with his hand, making her suck in a quick breath.

Vaegon suddenly began to cry loudly, terrified. Aemond released her at once, realizing only now what he had done. Lady Stark stared at him in disbelief and pain, her lip quivering slightly.

"Forgive me." He said softly.

"Leave." She said softly, rocking Vaegon, trying to calm him down.

"I…"

"Get out! I've had enough! I only asked you for one thing!" She screamed in pain. There were tears in her eyes, but she didn't let herself cry. "You can't even…"

"They gave me a pig."

Lady Stark raised her eyebrows, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What?" She asked, completely helpless.

"When we were kids. They gave me a pig with wings, saying it was my dragon. That's why he laughed." He said low, looking at her with pursed lips, humiliated. "Forgive me for what I just did to you. Let me sleep by your side."

She swallowed hard, and Vaegon finally calmed down. She lowered her gaze and was silent for a moment, what he said made her anger melt away.

"I'm sorry too. You made me so upset." She said softly.

"I know." He whispered.

They both laid Vaegon in the crib, covering him with the duvet. Not even a minute had passed when he hugged her from behind, his mouth finding her bare shoulders and neck, kissing them hungrily.

He pressed harder against her, wanting her to feel how hard he was, how much he needed her. He heard her moan softly. He leaned over her and whispered in her ear:

"Let's go to bed."

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I decided to end the story here, not wanting to get involved with the king's death and Luke's death - next chapter will be an epilogue, set several years later when Vaegon is a little older. I think both characters have developed wonderfully through all these chapters, I love them and they live happily ever after in my version. Thank you all for such a wonderful reception of this series! And I invite you to read my other fanfic - Masterlist. 💖

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[rimmir9]

New experiences. part 1

I am writing this because I'm actively thinking about it and writing it seems like it would help to get it out of the depths of my brain. (I think I mostly wrote it in second person, haven't proofread it, I don't know how much sense it makes)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Synopsis: You need someone to help you with your needs

Genre/Tags: First time meeting, Friends with benefits, maybe soul bound

Mostly inside talks, then some fluff, not much action though... it will follow soon

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This is the most stupid thing you’ve ever done! An improper way to say hello, but if you're actively thinking about me in your goblin ways, please stop! Message sent.

Voice 1: Why have I done this? Should I delete the message? I still have time... but I'm sure he already saw it. Why isn't there an answer? Am I being that insane?

Voice 2: Well, probably yeah... because you just sent a text to a dude you stopped talking to more than a month ago. In a kind of crazy way. Let's cover it up for a bit, shall we? So I know that in those periods of talking or not talking, he told you that every time you texted him, he was always thinking intensely of you. Given the kind of relationship you had and the person he was, it was smutty thinking. I might sound like I'm actively judging, but it was the same for you. Texting him when you were so close to touching yourself or after, depending on how needy you felt that day. Therefore, my insane message!

Alright, he's typing... Typing... still typing...

You're a nervous wreck at this point, still uncertain if you should delete your message. That would be even more insane now!

"Hi! Maybe I am. Would that be so wrong?" came the answer, dry and flirty. As he usually does, but the lack of honesty bleeds through... he would usually write more, not be that mysterious.

"Not wrong, but..." In your usual style, you overthink what to write next. Should you say: "Yes, stop! I need to work, not think about you," or "I miss your hugs and you," or "I am a dumb thing who needs to get her shit together. Sorry for writing!" But you don't. Your fingers go flirtatious and say, "Not wrong, but I know you could do better than just manifest me into your couch."

"What do you mean?" The conversation feels strained, but you go further in your stupidity and inquire, "Text, ask, and receive." Wow, so bold! You clearly don't recognize yourself; it's like you never left being his go-to friend with benefits for six months.

Looking at the messages, your mind starts thundering with anxieties. Did he get a girlfriend? Is he upset? Does he hate you? Does he think you're so lame for texting him like this after the last time he refused your meeting request? You wisely put your phone down, put on some music, and close your eyes, trying to ground yourself for a moment... Why did "Drowning" start playing? The universe is aligned with your personal saboteur.

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You drowned in a similar moment in your life, having the same urges and desire for connection. It was hot outside, the AC being your only hope, but it was an old one... so there was still a need to lay like a starfish on the bed to properly cool off. But your life was another thing—working part-time, doing this and that, and just focusing on your health, hobbies, doing some sports, painting... you know, trying to enjoy life.

According to your friends, you lacked a boyfriend. You denied it strongly until recently, when all those couples' activities started to creep onto your wish list. The fact that all the novels you were reading also contained a relationship here and there put even more pressure on you.

But as much as you'd like to stick to the novelty of it all, the reality was simple. You were horny, and your hands and toys couldn't keep up with your appetite anymore. So you did what every girl not in her right mind does... went to dating apps.

You said to yourself: We're just doing some friends with benefits, not a relationship, so we can be as picky with looks as we want.

So you set up your account and started swiping. Lots of lefts, until someone caught your eye... Dark hair, fair skin, an artistic pose, and another one in the mirror with a camera pointed towards it, where his hands seemed like the main attraction. Long and elegant fingers, yet strong with prominent knuckles. Have you ever had a thing for hands? you ask yourself.

Swipe right and matched. Oh, that was fast, considering you made the account less than half an hour ago.

You try with a bit of conversation so you wouldn't be the direct asshole you usually are. You had prior experience with dating apps, so you expected the conversation to drift quickly to the action part. But this time it didn't. The conversation was quite smooth and cute, getting to know each other, talking about photography. As enjoyable as the conversation was, you had a purpose, so for the first time, it was you who moved the talk to meet and fuck.

Always a smooth talker, but this was your moment as a weird robot who suddenly had needs and needed to focus on her purpose. After a few hours, you managed to have him at your door, inviting him in and playing the part where you present your house with him complimenting the size of your apartment.

He is cute, you thought. Longer dark hair, dark eyes, whose emotions played between curiosity and reservation, and dark clothes. You definitely need some wine to gain your confidence in this situation.

"Wine?" you ask, at which he confirms while checking out what was running on TV. It was a Star Wars series that you've been watching recently. You've kept it running in the background for some months until now, so you kind of forgot to change it to some music or something more appealing. The atmosphere between you two was a bit strange, not knowing what to say, what to talk about. He seemed uncomfortable. You cringe for a moment, but who would have thought that Star Wars was your saving point because the awkwardness disappears as he starts to talk enthusiastically about watching that as a teenager, his memories around it, and the impact it had on the world. Of course, he enjoys Star Wars; now it feels less intimidating.

The conversation runs smoothly and a few hours go by unnoticed, laughing, talking about random aspects of films and how life correlates to them. It felt nice and natural to talk to him, sharing quirky thoughts together and even throwing some jinxes in there. At this point, even though you were still horny, you would have been happy with this night. You notice the wine left in the bottle, so you pour all the remaining content into the glasses and drink it. You feel how this last sip got you more dizzy, and you feel more comfortable with the silence and just look in his eyes with intent. He reflects the lust simply and surely, getting closer to you, placing both hands on your hips, closing the distance between you two while slowly pecking your lips. He feels smooth, his lips perfectly matched over yours. His perfect hands start to move on your body, his fingers pressing harder into your skin. He takes a breath to look at you with big eyes for a second then crashes his lips against yours, his tongue licking your lips eagerly and you grant access, slowly feeling out of breath and dizzy of desire.

The way his tongue dances with yours feels completely like him, balancing between assertiveness and shyness, between wanting to engulf you and protect you. You're having so many emotions in this moment, that it's starts to creep on you that you just met today. I think he senses something is clouding your mind, slowly pulling away from the kiss to look at you, caress your hair with one hand and cup your cheek with the other. The look of understanding he gives to you, brings so much reassurance and makes you take the lead in the following kiss.

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[min-hoax]

package deal - jhs

“I don’t want none, I just want you. If I can’t have you… no one should.”

Summary: Hoseok cannot stand the sight of you moving on, so he takes matters into his own hands…

Pairing: Yandere! Hoseok x F! Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning(s): Obsession, stalking, he’s delusional & creepy, mentions of therapy, murder, LITERAL murder, kidnapping, mentions of suffocating, mentions of a knife and drugging.

A/N: Hobi, i love you. 😍 This is such a short fic, but the inspo hit and I couldn’t wait to let it out! 🥹 Inspired by SZA’s Kill Bill (literal chefs kiss song, I love it so much and have it on repeat that my ears are tired of me) & You’s Joe Goldberg crazy ass. Lemme know what you thought!

Hoseok was fucked.

You clung to his mind, perilously compelling him to desire what no longer was his as you continued with your life, leaving him with nothing but the shackles of you he could no longer be free of.

When your absence forced him into a miserable life where he could no longer function as he used to before you, he seeked help. A colleague of his noticed his behavior, dark under eyes prominent despite the concealer, his usually cheerful mood gone. So Namjoon, ever so happy to refer him to his therapist, gave Hoseok the information and off he went.

But despite the constant reminder from Dr. Kim that there were other women, millions of them waiting to be courted by his handsome face, the thought of you never vanished.

So he followed you.

Innocently, of course. Staying away enough for you to continue life without knowing he walked a few feet away from you with his hands in his pocket and thick, black sunglasses on his eyes. Your arms were wrapped around the waist of Min Yoongi, a barista good for nothing man.

But you looked happy, content.

Why couldn’t you be happy with him instead?

If I can’t have you, no one should.

It wasn’t sudden when the menacing thoughts stood at the center of his mind. He welcomed them instead of pushing them back as he once did before the intense fury you created swallowed him whole.

I might, I might kill my ex… not the best idea. Her new boyfriend’s next…

That, he was for certain.

He’d take Min Yoongi, wrap his arms around his pale throat and thrive with malice as his life slipped through his eyes.

He’d never killed anyone before, but how hard could it be? To be born is to die, young or old, preferably young in your shiny new toy.

Hoseok didn’t know where it all went wrong. He swore it was perfect, you were perfect until you said those two forbidden words and broke his heart. The little you had taken into his apartment, you packed in a day, leaving with a peck to his head and walking out of his life. It took everything inside of him to not grab you and hold you tight to his grip and desperately beg for you not to do what he thought you’d commit.

Gone were the days of holding each other close, clinging to the future you both spoke about, the mornings and breakfast in bed, him driving you to work and back and although it didn’t seem like a lot to you, it meant everything to him because the time spent with each other was precious and he held it close to his heart.

He knew it wasn’t healthy, messaging you, starting slowly then gradually until you blocked him. How could you? How could you possibly do such an act?

It’d be weird seeing Hoseok inside a hardware store, after all he wasn’t the type of man to be creative, but yet the cart before him was full of things one would need to create… a part of a home.

You signed your sentence once you took away the only thing where he could communicate with you. It irked him, thinking of the things you could be doing with your new lover whilst he suffered in silence.

With a sight he admired his art. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to keep you entertained until you finally loved him again and could continue the life you promised. He knew you did deep down in that pure little heart of yours, you just needed a reminder that he was all you needed and this little act of rebellion was just a terrible thing you did.

If anything you should be grateful! He planned to kill you, but no, he loved you too much, too strong to put a hand on you out of anger. The only touch you’d ever feel from him would be from the intense love he’d give you for the rest of your life.

Now I’m in the basement, planning home invasion…

The basement will be your home, for now. You had everything you needed: a bed, and a desk where you could draw and paint to your heart's content, various books that he observed you read continuously.

In his eyes, it was perfect. He’d provide for you if you behaved, and if you did not, he’d take.

It was as simple as that and you were a smart girl, he knew you will understand.

After all, you didn’t have much of a choice, but you would!

It was too risky to invade your home, which is why he caught you and Yoongi while hiking. The two of you were so silly, it was almost amusing. It was almost too perfect. You both offered yourselves to him on a silver platter without notice.

“Shh, my love, you’ll hurt your beautiful throat.” He whispered, arm wrapped around your waist as the other one cupped your mouth. The sight of Yoongi knocked unconscious caused you to scream out of horror from what Hoseok was doing. “Now, all I need is for your precious self to go to sleep. Can you do that for me, beautiful? Hm?”

“Shh, don’t fight it baby.” You were desperate, but he was stronger and with every breath you took, the rag to your nose made you fall into euphoria and into the arms of your frenzied in love ex.

Was it chilling of him to watch you as you slept? With warm hands, he caressed your chest as it rose, your eyes shut in comfort. But that didn’t last long since you awoke, immediately trembling and desperately dragging your body away from Hoseok who sat at the end of the bed, looking at you with eyes that made you shiver.

The chain around your ankle made you cry out, pulling at it with all the strength inside of you. “What is this!” What is this, Hoseok! Let me go!”

Hoseok pouted. “What? No more “Hobi?” No more “my love? You wound me, beautiful.”

“Please! You cried, clutching the sheets as you looked around, then clutching your mouth with shaking hands and then your head. “This isn’t happening, - this isn’t happening.”

“Oh, but it is.” He moved slowly as he approached you, immediately taking you in his arms whilst you fought in his hold. “Did you really think you could walk away from me? That I’d let you go that easily? You and I?” He chuckled. “We’re perfect for each other, didn’t you agree?”

“Before, Hoseok. Before you started to want to control my life. That isn’t perfect.”

Hoseok was kind, that’s what drew you to him in the first place. He gushed with happiness and he made you smile and laugh like no other. But yet, as the months passed by, you realized that he wasn’t what the man he seemed to be. There was a darkness hidden beneath: a glare here and there to everyone who looked your way, the blocking of phone numbers he did on your phone while you slept, and the list went on.

The man standing before wasn’t so much of a surprise, but fear consumed you because you never thought it would happen to you.

Oh, god, never to you.

He sighed and whined. “I know, but I can’t help myself! Was it wrong of me to want to protect you and see if the people around you were good for you? That is being perfect, baby.”

“Let me go! Let me go you sick fuck!”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” With a shove, he dropped your body on the bed, standing up and onto the concrete ground while you laid there, sobbing.

He was on a mission as he climbed the stairs, dragging Yoongis’ drugged body, not caring as he groaned with every hit he took as they both climbed back down. Like an offering, he shoved your boy toy on the ground, Hoseok hovering with a knife to his throat.

I did it all for love…

“I know you don’t love him, which is why you’ll say goodbye to him, right here and now. I’ll give you ten seconds.”

“Hoseok! Please, -“ you sobbed, desperately clinging to the chains on your leg and pulling will all your might. “ - don’t, please, please!”

I did it all for us…

It killed him to see you in tears, but you had to understand! The man on the ground stood in the way of your love and he would never work with that.

Never.

It was easy dragging the knife through his throat, but your shrieks were loud and piercing through his ears.

It was a good thing he soundproofed the walls.

“Shh, quiet baby, I know, I know.” He cooed, wrapping you in his arms as you cried for mercy, your eyes unmoving from the body laying mere feet away from the both of you.

“You should be glad! I thought both of you a package deal and if I didn’t love you, you’d be lying right next to him! Isn’t that great?” The bright smile you fell in love with seemed nothing but a terrible thing to see.

It was glorious, it was grand.

It was proud.

“You should’ve known better. I’d rather be in hell than alone.”

[bullet-prooflove]

Past Mistakes Part Eighteen: Patterns - Mike Duarte x Reader (feat: Declan Murphy & Olivia Benson)

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Past Mistakes Series:

Part One: Try - Mike turns back up in your life after three years apart.

Part Two: Hope (NSFW) - Mike and you get reaquainted.

Part Three: California - Mike and you discuss the past.

Part Four: Favours - Mike asks Liv for a favour.

Part Five: Choices - Mike comes face to face with someone from his past.

Part Six: Truth Hurts - Mike begs you to tell him the truth about what happened three years ago.

Part Seven: Sharing - Mike and Joe have a conversation.

Part Eight: Buried - Mike discovers that McGrath’s misdeeds go far futher than he thought.

Part Nine: Complicated - Mike discusses moving forward.

Part 10: Feral - Mike returns to the apartment to find you’ve disappeared.

Part Eleven: Torture - You wake up in the basement.

Part Twelve: Fire - You and Joe discuss moving forward.

Part Thirteen: Lost Time - You and Mike get real on his porch.

Part Fourteen: Plan B - Mike always has a plan B.

Part Fifteen: Proud - Mike tells you how proud he is of what you’re doing.

Part Sixteen: Mattituck (NSFW) - You show Mike how much you love him.

Part Seventeen: Seven - Joe makes a discovery.

Lieutenant Caroline Child is striking, that’s the first thought that Murphy has when she walks into Benson’s office. It also seems that McGrath has a type, the two of you have similar features, body type, height. Her hair is a little different, but he would bet his salary if he saw a picture of her from a couple of years ago the resemblance would be even closer.

“I don’t understand why I’m here.” She says after the introductions are made. She sits in the guest chair across from Benson while Murphy leans back against the wall and watches.

His intention is to observe the discussion, gather more intel. The more he looks into McGrath the worse it gets, the case they’re putting together is pretty solid, but they need to establish a pattern of misbehaviour otherwise the defence would play it off as ‘he said, she said’, which could significantly diminish their chances with the other charges.

“What I’m about to tell you is extremely sensitive.” Benson says quietly, her hands clasped in front of her on the desk. “I think when you hear it you’ll understand why you’re here.”

She tells your story, all of it. Everything from the way it started, the mentoring, the light touches to how you’ve spent the last three years of your life trapped in a situation you had no hope of getting out of. The longer it goes on, the more withdrawn Lieutenant Child becomes. Her fingers toy with the bottom of her blazer, her gaze lowering before she opens her mouth to speak.

“He told me about her. He threatened to do the same thing to me if I didn’t…”

She swallows hard and Murphy’s heart bleeds for this woman because he knows how this plays out. Everything in her demeanour screams survivor. The more he learns about McGrath the more intense his desire to wipe this scumbag off the face of the earth becomes. He worked in SVU for a while, he’s seen that the disaster radius doesn’t usually stop at the victim, it extends far beyond that tainting everything it touches.

“I was a Sergent working in Vice, I was studying for the Lieutenant’s exam when he started to show an interest. He was helpful initially but then…” She sucks in a shaky breath before she continues. Murphy sees the slight tremor in her hands, she clenches them into fists to hide it. “There was a retirement party at a bar for someone we worked with, Tommy had a little too much to drink, the next thing I know we’re in the bathroom and he’s…”

She stops, her knuckles turning white as she grips the fabric from the coat in her lap before she forces herself to release it, smoothing over the creases with her palm.

“I tried to stop him, but he put his hand over my mouth, told me about the last girl that turned him down, how he had buried her so deep that no one knew where she was. He got off on it, knowing he had all of the power.” Her lips purse together, Murphy can tell the words taste bitter on her tongue.  “He raped me that night, in the bathroom of that bar, whilst my friends and colleagues drank and danced on the other side of the door. Noone heard or saw a thing.”

It's horrifying, the thought that there were so many cops close by and not one of them was aware of what was happening in that bathroom. However, it’s a story he’s heard before. Rape can happen, any time, any place.

“It went on for a while after that.” Lieutenant Child continues. “He’d turn up at my apartment drunk at 3am in the morning, if we were at the same event, he’d treat it like foreplay before he’d take me back to his hotel room. It was always the same one, Room 210 at The Plaza, he liked to fuck me against the window, said he wanted everyone to know what a whore I was for him.”

The parallels are uncanny, even down to the room and the hotel. Murphy makes a note to review McGrath’s stays, how often he’d been booking that room, how many times he’s brought back a woman.

“When did it stop?” Benson asks gently.

“Three months later, he seemed to lose interest.” She tells them, a frown crossing over her features. “He was angrier towards the end, drinking more. I stopped resisting, he didn’t like that. The last time he said…” She pauses for a moment as she tries to recall the exact words McGrath used. “He said Nora would have kept fighting. He’d called me that name a few times when he was…”

She raises her eyes to the ceiling; Murphy can see the tears lining her lashes as she inhales sharply.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” She asks the two of them. “The woman, he buried. Her name was Nora?”

Murphy sighs before crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yea.” He tells her. “Yea it is.”

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[kunikinnie]

hii could i request hc s for yosano, kunikida and chuuya with a s/o who has a small child (like 4yo) just lots of fluff kinda found family vibes (completely ok if you don’t wanna write it tho, you can just ignore it i’d totally get it)

a/n: sorry this took such a loooong time but no i did not ignore this this is sO CUTE HAHA i don't usually write for Yosano but i gave it a shot anw tho it might be ooc :')

with an s/o who has a young child

featuring: Yosano, Kunikida, Chuuya x GN!Reader

Yosano Akiko

She's the quickest to come to a decision when it came to entering both your lives. Perhaps it's her age or simply her disposition, but taking care of the two of you isn't a hurdle for her at all.

She loves teasing and spoiling you but especially your child. This is why they love her so much that an outsider might think that she was the biological mother. They're that close.

Going out to buy stuff is their your favorite activity together. Whether it's just groceries or more clothes, home decor, and toys, the three of you will go at the same time.

One of her qualities that was extremely useful when dealing with your child was her patience. It's probably not just due to her background as a doctor, but her life experience is just a huge factor altogether.

When it comes to protectiveness with the small stuff, she's not as intense as the other two on this list. Of course the child's safety is of utmost priority but injuries and the like are normal and, in her opinion, necessary to build their character. (And also there's her ability when it comes to it, so the confidence goes up tenfold)

She's not afraid to be more openly affectionate with either of you. She knows you two need it and nothing makes her happier than seeing you two happy and loved.

Kunikida Doppo

He was pretty hesitant to start a relationship with you at first. It's not that he doesn't like that you have a child, it's more of he's not sure if he's ready to play the role of a father as well. But he knew there was no going back once he's formed an attachment to your child.

It was easier to win over the child than it was you for some reason. As much as he likes children, he wouldn't say he's an absolute natural at handling them. It was a big relief and advantage for him, then, to have them on his side.

Theirs is a pretty standard father-child relationship - not that it's a bad thing. Kunikida is 100% dad material even if he's not quite at that age yet. He's quite protective, lectures (nicely and softly) often, etc.

His teacher side will come out as well. Explaining the world to them is essential for their development (or so he says). Plus children are naturally inquisitive so he answers their questions adequately most of the time. Goes in depth with them, too.

He's the least likely to go on frequent one-on-one dates with you. Don't get me wrong, he loves you very much, but compared to the other two he's more than content to spend with you two as a family. It's also because he's so concerned that something might happen to your child that he'd want to be by their side as much as possible. (Ofc just tell him if you want to go on dates more often he'll definitely listen)

Overall, he does his best to be a good partner and father. He may be strict with you at times, but that's only because he loves you two so much.

Nakahara Chuuya

Similar to Kunikida, he was worried that you being in a relationship with him might not be the best for you and your child. But his mind changed when he was once welcomed into your loving home: what emerged was the overwhelming desire to protect it.

Hence the spoiling. Lots of spoiling. Whether it comes to buying you two things or giving in easily to your demands, it's just so hard for him to say no. He doesn't want either of you to go through the poverty he went through.

He's such a sweet guy that I can't even begin to describe it. Every present and favor he does for you is done thoughtfully, and he definitely puts so much effort in becoming the lover you've always dreamed of.

Even if he doesn't visit often due to work, it only makes every moment more special. Your child looks forward to being with him (even if only to sleep together). They love sleeping on top of him to prevent him from leaving too soon and most of the time, it works.

You love seeing them play together. Chuuya's good at it, but most of all his inner kid comes out and it's such an adorable sight you can't help but let them indulge in it. The best part is watching him try to mind his language around them. The one time he let it slip and your kid copied him, he was mortified (while you were thoroughly entertained).

The mafia life is far away from your home. He rarely ever talks about it let alone think about it whenever he's with one or the both of you. During these times he's just himself - not a mafia executive, not the boss's underling - he's just Chuuya.

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[rwby-imagines-and-headcanons]

How about Salem x Male Reader NSFW stuff? Salem's been around a long time, I imagine she would like to "experiment" every now and then

Dommy Mommy Salem??? Yes please??

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Salem NSFW Headcanons (Male S/O)

You are this woman's toy, her pet. If you are in a relationship it's more genuine, and she will take care of you. But if it's a purely sex exchange situation, you are nothing but a dick to her

Everytime you will be restrained by grimm arms. Even though you are fully willing and have no desire to run, she just likes you being tied up and vulnerable

She will barely touch you, so don't expect any close contact or cuddling. If she isn't fucking you directly with her pussy or ass, the most you're gonna get is her feet

Footjobs are a must for her. It makes her feel powerful seeing you shiver and cum just from her foot, like the disgusting degenerate you are

Nearly the whole time she will just tease you and edge you over and over. You will be begging for release, and she just smile and quietly shake her head

Uses her Grimm arms to grope and fuck you. Rubbing your nipples, stroking your cock, fingering your ass, etc. They will take over your whole body, even having a few Grimm fingers opening your mouth wide open, drool shamefully rolling down your face

If she is feeling especially kinky and horny, she'll bring in a Grimm creature and watch it fuck you. This is one of the few times you see her openly show lust, with her openly fingering herself as she watches you get pounded relentlessly

After torturing you for a long while, if you haven't fainted, she will reward you with her body. And if you did an especially good job, you can even choose ass or pussy

The moment your dick enters her you feel a slight burning sensation. Her pure Grimm energy reacts with your mortal flesh, but it strangely feels good? You can't describe it, all you know is you can't get enough of it

Her hips aggressively yet elegantly grind against you, Salem reveling in every groan and moan that comes from your mouth. She finds it so adorable how turned on you get with every buck and movement she does

Salem likes to switch positions throughout. Her on top, you upside down, your body will be kinda thrown around like a ragdoll. One of her special techniques is sitting in her throne naked, and using the Grimm arms to physically pump you in and out of her while she just leans back

It does NOT matter how many times you cum, you ain't stopping until she says so. She's been around a looooooong time, it takes time and effort to get her to climax

When Salem cums it is intense. You feel her body quiver and quake, her holes tightening around your dick in a chokehold. Her moans shake the whole building, the glass in the windows threatening to shatter. She will suck the god damn life outta ya the whole time until she's finished

Once she finishes, you're finally set free from your bindings. She will quietly clean herself off and recompose herself. If it's just a transaction she will make you clean up yourself and send you away. But if you are in a relationship, Salem will show a rare sign of compassion, and will clean you up herself and help you get dressed. If you're fainted she'll even lay you in your bed

After every session, she will rate you on your performance. Her ratings are fair and precise, and usually you get top marks! You are her favorite toy of course, she knows how to pick well. If you do happen to get a low mark though, you will be in for a ride your next session~

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This was so fun to write oh my god. I hope this is as hot to you guys as it is to me lol!

[eridanidreams]

For the wip game, what can you tell us about ‘Enjoy the Silence’ and/or ‘My Heart Burned Open Wide’?

So I answered My Heart Burned Open Wide for @atonalginger, link:

But I'll happily talk about 'Enjoy the Silence'! That's a chapter in my Deus Ex fic, Odysseus Gambit, featuring Adam Jensen from the DX prequels and my OC Sloane Delacourt.

At this point in the story, they're both rather damaged people. Adam is trying to cope with missing a year of his life after expecting to die saving the world, and woke up a) to find he hadn't really saved it, and b) there's stuff in his head he doesn't understand. (Trying to keep this spoiler-light for those who haven't played the games and might be interested.) But the Illuminati's still out there and he's going to bring them down, dammit! Despite the PTSD he's trying hard to ignore and the nagging little voices in his head.

Sloane, meanwhile, is the daughter of a high-ranking Illuminata (though she doesn't know it), who pretty much had her to try and blackmail her father, David Sarif, into toeing the Illuminati line, and when it didn't work, tried to raise her as an emotionless copy of herself. Also didn't work, but Sloane is struggling with the emotional damage that went along with that. (And 15 years in the Special Forces, where she soaked up a lot of the military attitude toward managing one's feelings.) Hyper-rationality, inability to accept that she actually is capable of feelings (especially that L-word, no no no we don't talk about that at all), repression and the occasional bit of disassociation... you know, the usual.

So here they are, they're friends, and each of them is trying to deal with a healthy dose of attraction to the other, but not willing to show it. Then Sloane accidentally breaks Adam's cyber-hand while they're sparring. Their usual aug expert is out of town dealing with another problem, but fortunately Sloane's a Special Forces medic trained to repair augs as well as keep people alive, so it's no problem. She'll just put it back together herself!

But it doesn't quite go as expected, and they're both shocked into a realization that they can't just go on as they have been...

“That does it for the internal repairs,” she said quietly, as he gave the fingers an experimental flex. “Just need to fix the damage to the outer layer; won’t be too much longer and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“I appreciate your help,” he reassured her. “What else do you need to do?”

She dug around in her medical bag, extracting a small bottle. “Well, you know this—” she tapped gently on the nanofiber ‘skin’ “—was designed to be self-healing, given a little carbon?”

Adam nodded. “Yeah, Koller said something about graphite?”

Sloane chuckled. “Graphite dust gets everywhere. I have something better.” She poured a little out on two fingers, gently spread it on the back of his hand in long, slow strokes, then used her thumbs to massage it in around the joints.

Oh. He’d known the carbon “skin” was tough, but he’d never imagined it could be so sensitive. Her hands were pleasantly warm, and there was something almost familiar about the feel of her textured finger-pads on him. His throat tightened and his breath came short, and the intense wave of skin-hunger that gripped him at the sheer sensuality of her touch was followed by an equally intense desire to squirm beneath her attention. He’d run into too many people, men and women both, who looked at his augs and considered him just a cool toy to be used and discarded. It was almost enough to make him push her away… but one look at her face and he knew the truth. Her eyes were closed, and she was working entirely by touch; there was nothing acquisitive about her look, nothing possessive. Adam had never seen her look that gentle—or that unguarded. In silence, she traced the lines of titanium frame and myomer fiber, fingers listening for the least hint of reluctance or withdrawal, and he drank in her touch like a desert that had long forgotten rain.

[anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles]

Keiki Haniyasushin:

Keiki Haniyasushin is a sculptor god, capable of making idols of all shapes and sizes. They can be used for a variety of purposes, like toys, religious sites, and even just home decorating. She cannot create life, per say, but a spirit almost always inhabits the bodies she makes.

The beast spirits fear and despise her as an "evil god of destruction", and to be honest, they're not that far off. She and her Haniwa army have been destroying the nature of the Animal Realm and replacing it with cold technology. And, to some extent, her defense of the humans was because she could gain faith and power from them. Indeed, some people would say she is only exchanging one dystopia for another.

That said, nothing she does has been done with hate and malice in mind. She did truly desire to help the human spirits, and even wished to eventually make peace with the beasts. She finds it awful that Yachie keeps referring to the human spirits as "resources".

Keiki is, of course, the "villain" and final boss of Wily Beast and Weakest Creature.

Keiki's lair was within a massive Kofun tomb in the Primate Spirit Garden. While the outside looked like it matched the time period these were built in, on the inside, it looked like a vast futuristic hallway, like something out of Tron.

When Keiki is confronted by the protagonist, she tries to explain to her that the beast spirits are manipulating her, and that the idols serve the side of humanity. The beast spirit possessing the protagonist gets into an argument with Keiki, which ends in the protagonist ultimately siding with the beast spirits.

Keiki declared that she intended to destroy the protagonist's weak organic body, and give her a new, immortal clay body. This horrified the beast spirit possessing the protagonist enough that they assumed control and forced her to run away, Keiki giving chase. As the fight progressed, they exited Keiki's tomb and fought in the skies above the Animal Realm. The entire Haniwa army and all the beast spirits came out to help their respective sides.

After an intense final battle with awesome music, Keiki was finally defeated, and she surrendered.

She met with Yachie Kicchou afterwards, and agreed leave the Animal Realm and move into Gensokyo, taking her army and her loyal human spirit followers with her. She wished that everyone could just get along, but Yachie rebuked her.

The technological advancements in the Animal Realm still remained, however, and in fact the rest of Hell now envies it for how modern it is.

The ending heavily implied Keiki was going to somehow cause more problems in Gensokyo, but she's never appeared again since this game. It's possible that Covid-19 caused ZUN to have a change of plans for Touhou 18 and onwards, considering he's mentioned it affecting his work.

Her spellcards take the form of basic shapes, like squares, triangles, and circles. They appear to have been brought to life if their names are any indication. Her attacks are mostly colored using the primary colors of pigment: red, blue, and yellow.

ZUN has stated that Keiki's reign over the human spirits represents humanity overrelying on technology. Basically, you could see the Haniwa as a robot army, and Keiki as like a god supercomputer who enslaves humanity "to protect them from themselves".

Keiki is actually based on Haniyasushin, the god borne of the feces left behind when the mother god, Izanami, burned to death after giving birth to Kagutsuchi, god of fire.

Yes this makes her a literal piece of shit.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party

New Dawn, New Day...

Dawn was a peculiar sort of hellhound in that you had to wonder had she been human in a previous life, after all how many hellhounds were so feisty and patriotic as she was? Small wonder she didn't standout too much in her little homestead in one of Wrath's small towns being a full on mascot for the state of Texas, with her home to her swimwear or her rides sporting the red, white and blue of the American flag and of course her accent and choice of fashion. But hey in Hell everyone was an oddity with a quirk one way or another and damn if she wasn't easy on the eyes, the kind of gal who could show you a good time so long as you weren't being a douche about it by thinking she was an easy lay.

Which of course made it a bit of a hassle for the patriotic hound babe as lack of action with any decent guys packing between their legs made for severe dry spells and boredom especially when her heat cycles would kick in. Soon as that alarm clock went off, she'd be spending her hours somewhere on her ranch-land twerking on and ramming one of her many stars and stripes coloured dildoes just to ease her itch. So of course in her little slice of heaven as she sat on her porch looking out at the view of her modest middle of nowhere town, it just so happened the latest estrus was pending at high noon. That fire of pleasure stirring within her loins as she felt her netherlips quiver and gush with sticky warmth which flowed down her thighs and set her every nerve ablaze.

it was an intense one to say the least and getting worse by every passing second to a point where not only would her toys or fingers not get the job done but she was going to need a man and soon! And she damn well sure didn’t want to jump any random demon that was for damn sure, slim pickings we’re already a default option around the wrath circle especially this neck of the woods. When lo and behold, if ever there was proof that there was a God, he had heard her lusty prayers and sent her salvation as a few feet away from her domestic patch of land, there pulled up and parked a large SUV baring the logo I.M.P. The sweetest, cutest looking imp she had ever seen exiting the vehicle as he tugged in his collar, no doubt not quite used to the heat around these parts and made his way over to her when he saw her.

Moxxie:*Unaware of the danger he had entered imo the vicinity of as he stood before the hellhound hottie, whose eyes were locked on him as they burned with lust.*”Uhm hello miss, you wouldn’t happen to know if I’m close to any gas stations around here would you? My ride’s running low and….miss? Are you okay?”*The thespian at heart started getting a familiar feeling he knew all too well from experience, here he was on his way to pick up Millie from her recent quality downtime with her family and wouldn’t you know it, the company car needed gas. Only to start picking up a few signs from Dawn’s body language such as the sensual smile growing on her face aaaaand ooh crumbs were those glowing hearts in her eyes? Suddenly it hit him now Loona often got that same look when she went into heat….aaand that’s when it occurred to him he was screwed…*

Dawn knew for sure she was in that state of mind when she would be so horny that she would almost pounce in the first guy she’d want to bone her. But soon as she laid her eyes on Moxxie, it was a different story as that earnest, sweet and sincere face made her heart beat as she smiled a sensual smile and got up from her seat to make her way towards him. Leaning down to cup that cute freckled face as she pressed her muzzle to his lips to give him a deep, passionate and sloppy kiss. The feel of her tongue clashing with his ensuring he got the hint as to what she desired from him, her tail wagging as she felt those hesitant hands to reach out and cup a handful of her denim clad ass as she could tell that it wasn’t his first time with a hellhound in heat.

If Dawn thought she was delighted with the sudden assertiveness of Moxxie’s grabbing her ass, the momentum of where their make out lewd to only served to increase the pleasure she was feeling as she had the imp in her living room. Making him sit on the couch as she was topless and had rendered him bottomless after taking away his pants, her arousal increasing upon seeing his cock in all its naked glory wondering how he managed to confine that whole length and girth in his boxers. Not it stopped her from proceeding to suffocate herself upon performing intense fellatio, deep throating that slab of meat as she sucked and blew on it as the taste of his pre dazzled her tastebuds. Before then sandwiching it between her her furry titties as he thrust his quite well built hips, his rod pumping ii to the valley of her soft twin pillows.

But as fun as this round of foreplay was of course, it was a whole other story when it came to the exquisite rapture of finally having that veiny piece of infernal heaven finally penetrate her. Seeing stars as inch after inch of that big imp cock hammered into her sloppy pussy’s warm inviting embrace as he was, naturally for a hellhound, doggy style. The patriotic country canine babe howling and moaning alike in ecstasy, tits swaying like pendulums as her asscheeks clapped and jiggled with every impact of their loins as Moxxie hugged around her waist while mounting her. His balls smacking hr clit and making her juices splash on down to join the growing puddle on her mahogany pinewood floor.

Bright neon pink hearts glowed bright in Dawn’s deep sky blue eyes, panting as her tongue was drooling just as much as slutty pussy. Her brain running wild with fantasies of wanting this sweet little red possum knocking her up with a litter of adorable little imp hellhound hybrid babies. The pitter patter of little feet filling her ranch home making her sensually holler for Moxxie to give it to her more, tomfuck her harder and deeper than he already was. She’d been with her share of man, especially when she went into heat but none of them had ever made her actually want kids before, that’s just how good the imp was for her!!

All throughout her primal desire overloading brain, her inner voice chanted “Get Pregnant!” like a mantra, her arousal only increasing with every and any orgasms Moxxie got out of her. But ooh whenever he came inside her? It was a pure thrill especially when he didn’t yet go soft or limp, still able to go as they kept on fucking. Moxxie rocking her world as he demonstrated the depth and level of sexual skill and experience that made him quite popular among a certain growing club of women in heaven, hell and the living world alike.

Going from doggy style to cowgirl in forward and reverse to a mating press, often shifting their position around whenever the compact stud let loose and flooded her womb. Her cosy biological oven welcoming the buns wanting to be cooked all the while even her ass got a jackhammering and ooh the sweet sensation of having him fuck her face, her oral and anal holes feeling every bit as good as pussy. Her living room filled with the rhythm and natural music of a man and woman dancing the ancient dance to mate and breed, with so fsr little to no signs of stopping. But alas all things have to come to an end eventually.

By the time Moxxie had finally managed to satisfy Dawn, the sun was starting to set as he finally arrived at Millie’s family farm, greeted by her and Sally May who were surprised and puzzled as to why he was late. Only to see the state he was in and start putting two and two together, the shortstack killer grinning with delight as she knew once Moxxie was rested well enough, she’d probe him for details particular the name of her man’s newest lady friend. In good time of course, right now her Moxxie needed a good meal and a nice bath or shower for his aching numb body. While back on Dawn’s ranch with the hellhound in questions……..

The Hellhound hottie was humming a little country tune to herself as she towelled herself off after a very relaxing, steamy shower. Parking her naked furry body on the couch as rubbed her stomach, giggling as she felt her womb still so filled with Moxxie’s seed. Wondering if he did managed to impregnate her, and if not, well she would need to make sure it was definite next time around. While she hasn’t managed to get his number, he was sure to have a social media account or or few as she found and picked up her phone, unlocking it and accessing the net.

A hum of curiosity came from her lips as she noticed one of Hell’s social media platforms for porn was trending no.1 nonstop with the hashtag “Red Possum”. Tapping it to find it lead her to the home page of Skullfuck productions which had a want ad all points bulletin calling for any details anyone might have for sightings and encounters with a certain rather familiar imp. Dawn grinning as she began dealing the number provided, tail wagging as she had a thought pass through her mind. Of her and her future baby daddy making some sweet, wild porn together…..grinning as she heard the voice of Mr.Sketch speak up, opportunity presenting itself big time…….

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Chloe Sin-claire:Mission IMPossible!!

To the business world at large, the woman known as Chloe Sinclair was an absolute enigma, a living puzzle of contrast by her very nature. She looked like some bimbo pin up model outside of the wet dream of a furry yet she somehow had the brains and knowhow to set up and run one of IF NOT the most successful business corporations on the planet. Sinclair Global, the leading force in many fields especially when it came to science with rumours abounding that her personal headquarters slash private home island being ground zero for all manner of experiments. Many of those same rumours often spoke of her as being a sexual deviant or a megalomaniac or even somehow both.

But one thing was clear was that Chloe was a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life and for her that involved in scratching her libido’s itch. Be it getting very affectionate and hands in with some of her staff (sexual harassment?! What’s that?!!) or going to a hard extremes like using an ultra sonic cannon as a glorified vibrator, she was always looking for her jollies. And today she was about to have herself a very hellraising experience, emphasis on hellraising and for good reason as she currently stood late on a full moonlight lit night inside one of her headquarters’ many research labs. Clad in just a simple silky white bathrobe, her long luscious tail sensually swaying as she grinned at the peculiar old book she had in hand and stood before some sort of device constructed by her little brain trust of eggheads.

Chloe:0w0”Alright then, let’s see now….”*She mostly said to herself as she commenced with her latest bout of using her company equipment and resources for her own personal pleasure. The piece of tech she was tinkering with resembling a stargate as she flipped open the book and began typing in a sequence, the circular portion spinning around as 4 joint locks snapped on certain key symbols.*"Come on now, give me someone or something to rock my world..."*If she did this right, she was going to see what the demon world had to offer in ways of lovers. Perhaps a feisty, kinky succubus with shapeshifting capabilities or or some very well hung hellbeast!!?*

Soon as she input the last symbol sequence, she pressed the ol' Big Red Button and snapped on some safety shades as crimson light flooded the room. The gate humming with power before in a hum and a flash, out tumble something very small and tiny not to mention soaking wet which made the sensual skunk quite curious as to who and what she called through from who knows the Hell where. The lights kicking back on to reveal none other than resident favourite sweet little possum who going by his state of nudity and the glistening skin oozing off steam, had likely just been in the middle of a shower. Any confusion or disappointment Chloe had of course was non existant as those bright blue eyes of hers widened and twinkled with delight at the sight they laid upon before them. That being the long, thick slab of meat hanging between his small but oh so damn well toned legs as it became clear to her little ritual experiment had worked and then some.

Moxxie:"Ah damnit for the love of....okay whoever this and whereever I am now, let's cut to the chase already huh? Who are you and how and why are you......ooooh crumbs...."*Any issues or queries the thespian imp had in regards to his current situation were rendered moot as his golden eyes locked with the dazzling sapphires of Chloe's own, the lust within them twinlking as she wore a smiling sensual expression while peeling off her robe. Letting it fall to the ground as she exposed her silver and snow white furry naked form before the imp, licking her lips with erotic thirst as her furry thighs became slick and sticky with her flowing warmth at the adorable expression of scarousal on Moxxie's face. Not to mention that oh so lovely big imp cock of his rising up to stand to attention as it became stiff and erect on instinct in the presence of a bombshell like her. It was at this point the little imp knew where things were going.*

So it was no small wonder that laboratory soon became filled with the scents and sounds of the adult twister as Chloe was currently bouncing and riding on Moxxie’s cock cowgirl style. An expression of pure pornographic ecstasy on her sexy face from the raw pleasure of having inches of this slab of infernal heaven hammer in and out of her snatch’s lusty embrace and loving every damn second of it. Deep moans escaping her lips as the imp held and massaged her silky furry hips, the skunk bombshell relishing his gaze in the hypnotic bounce of her juicy tits snd the sway of her tail as a heavenly scent of lavender and strawberries came from it. Leaning down to capture his lip in a passionate kiss to once more express her boundless affection once more.

It wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time Moxxie found himself summoned by some random chance into the living world but especially a woman. But Chloe Sinclair had t be within the top 10 to 3 thus far of women to do so whose libidos could put a succubus to shame. Right off the bat she had started off intense by giving him a power sucking blowjob that made it feel like she’d drain out his soul and seed all at once and it escalated from there. Because of course a woman like her didn’t opt to settle for soft gentle vanilla sex, she was down to fuck like a pornstar going through the entire kama sutra.

And oh how they fucked, all capitals FUCKED long and hard with abandon, Chloe clearly relishing the stamina and staying power the sweet little imp. Those quite loaded heavy red balls of his pumping out his quite delicious and addictive seed which she relished feeling on her fur and flooding her insides. And oh it certainly helped he was quite the talented little lover boy but of course that summons ritual had intended to gift her with the company of the finest love maker in all of the inferno. Flagrant false advertising this most certainly wasn’t!!

For Moxxie, Chloe was a relentless force of erotic nature beautiful and deadly to behold all at once as an experience when it was clear the only way he was getting out of here was to give her exactly what she wanted most. Deep, hard fucking and ohh did she get it from missionary to doggy style to cowgirl in forward and reverse to being spooned and prone boned, unable to stop bucking and thrusting his hips. Especially with Chloe holding him in the warm embrace of her silky furred arms and legs as she drove and spurred him on to fill her with all the love he had to give. And oooh did he keep on giving.....

Now he wasn’t sure if there was succubus blood within the skunk babe’s family tree or she was just naturally that horny but one thing he could be certain of was that she was addictive!! He hadn’t experience sex this intense since the first time he ever did it with Millie, his first time with a woman at that, he’d almost thought he’d screwed up when his wife to be at the time had passed out with a smile on her face. And just when he felt like he would pass out, that scent of strawberries and lavender coming off of Chloe’s tail and fur seemed to rejuvenate and motivate him like tantric aroma thereapy. Much to the constant delight of the sensual bombshell of course at finding her sweet little possum still good to go in their intimate game.

After minutes passed into hours, dusk having set in long into the twilight of evening, Moxxie had somehow finally found himself back in his cosy little slice of Hell looking as emaciated and exhausted as a man who'd been lost in the desert dying of thirst only to have wound finding and nearly drowning in an oasis. His body marked in lipstick kiss marks, his clothes laying in a heap beside him with a business card in the suit coat pocket also marked with a kiss as it had Chloe's contact details and a bonus nude picture of her. Millie and Loona arriving surprised and puzzled to find the alpha male of their love life looking so fucked wondering just what or rather who had happened to him this time before getting to work giving him a little tlc r&r. After all he couldn't share the juicy details without a little food and hydration with some after care now could he?

Chloe meanwhile was enjoying herself a little personal selfcare session in the form of a warm bubble bath, humming as she held up her phone to admire the selfie she took with Moxxie. Mentally making plans for her next personal date with the sweet little possum imp as she looked forward to their next little love making session. Neither aware of the presence beyond the veil of the universe that had been watching, an ominous force within the vast crossroads of what many would call the multi-verse who had relished coming across the little romp between the skunk bombshell and the imp lover boy. Unseen and imcomprehensible to mortal eyes as she was, if Chloe were able to see her...it'd be like looking at a demonic mirror!!

Demon Queen Chloe:*An ethereal infernal flame bodied version of Chloe from a universe where she was a sort of Damned Fiend Overlord, hummed and giggled sensually to herself as she hovered among the vast sea of stars among space. Hovering around the earth like an invisible phantom eclipse as she beheld the blue planet like a rare gem she was admiring from a special jewellery box.*Mmmm, found you my sweet little possum.....I'll see you real soon..."*Pray for Moxxie folks, because he's going to all the hope he can get. You think basic Chloe was a handful, just imagine how wild and succubus horny this one is!!*

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It ain't Pretty...

Minerva Mink was a name that for many was associated with what could only be called an absolute sex goddess given shape and form in a curvy furry package, a girl who could turn heads and drop jaws whenever and wherever she went. Who could make even the most hetero woman question her own sexuality and could have a man be putty in hands and wrapped around her finger with a wink and a smile, but alas that had been her old life. Now here she was in Hell of all places though she figured it wouldn't be a big surprise she'd wind up here, what with being a case of literal lust on legs and as she found out, Heaven had a bit of a fickle stance on what souls got past the pearly gates. But while she could've likely given that redemption hotel she'd been hearing about a shot, the blonde furry bombshell decided to stick around for a different reason, mainly getting some payback and on who and why you might ask?

None other than Slappy Squirrel, ooh Minerva could never forget or forgive that trolling underhanded silverfox of a rodent, who somehow managed to age like fine wine despite having the attitude of a crotchety cantankerous hag. But it wasn't just envy over the fact that somehow the ol' battle-axe of a cougar somehow managed to become a big name Overlord in no time thanks to that infamous love of violence and that destructive nature of hers but Minerva knew it was partly her fault how she wound up dying and landing here to begin with. You see, boys and girls, not long after a certain sweet possum of ours had caused Slappy to shed the mortal coil, her demise had set off a string of hits from sinners come in and put out on old toons be they those who did a lot of wrongs or were outright villains long overdue on their karma warranty. With Minerva having been one such target put down for death by her old plaything Newt the hunting dog, yes sir, he was not forgiving or forgetting that cockteasing blueballing especially after the run-in that caused him to wind up as deep south as you could get.

Ironically it so happened to be Moxxie that did the deed on pulling the trigger, seems Blitzo for once had been impressed at how the thespian handled the Slappy job so he decided he could handle the gig. Which he pretty much did having taken to a simple approach by disguising himself as a hunter, she never saw it coming until she found the barrel pointing right between her eyes and boom, here she was in Hell with a splitting headache. But she couldn't stand the idea that somehow both in life and here, that damn squirrel was casting a shadow over her the old gal quickly becoming an overlord thanks to her destructive nature, and love of violence, while she herself found her charm almost non existent here especially compared to the average succubus and living a far cry from her life on Earth.

Her temper however, skyrocketed when she finds that Slappy is living the high life as an overlord, the kind of life of luxury she should've been living instead of actually, dare she think, working whatever passed for minimum wage in Hell. Or worse if things didn't improve for her at this rate, she might actually have to turn out tricks as a hooker!! Back in the living world she'd be turning heads and have simps laying on the ground to be doormats while down here she couldn't expect a manual on how a sinner could become an overlord!! Slappy on the other hand managed it at a rate not seen since the infamous arrival of the Radio Demon and she couldn't stand for it!!

So soon as she had found out where Slappy was living, she managed to steal and secure herself a weapon (good time to see if somebody could die in Hell twice!!) and upon arriving, snuck and broke in intent on giving her a piece of her mind, having been in the silver squirrel's shadow all her career and even now being dwarfed and outshined in the afterlife!! However, she made the mistake of attempting to attack her when she was having a 'personal meeting' with none other than Moxxie and Millie, having kicked the door down only to pause in awkward silence and confusion at the sight before her. The very same imp that had offed her having his horned freckled head right between Slappy's legs while Millie had been making out with her made the mink sinner freeze up like a deer in the headlights. Which of course gave Millie ample time to lunge at her and disarm her, knocking her out as she caught her before she fell and hit the ground.

As the Wrath shortstack held onto Minerva, Slappy got an idea, the sort of idea that was awful, wonderful, awfully wonderful and wonderfully awful. Within a a frame of time Minerva soon woke up naked bound and gagged, seeing Millie in her bra and panties smiling that big gap tooth smile of hers as she held her phone like she was recording with a video camera. While laying atop her midriff was Moxxie and Slappy using her as a glorified living mattress for their loving which was a polite way of saying they were going at on top of her like weasels in heat!! Minerva was understably angry, at first that is and then slowly found herself feeling horny as she sees first hand how good the squirrel is getting it, the expression of bliss and ecstasy on her face as the imp was mounted atop while thrusting and pumping his shaft onto her.

Minerva could certainly tell it was a big dick for sure given the noticeable bump in Slappy’s stomach indicating the depth of his length and girth, all the while she felt the squirrel’s pussy juices dribbling down onto her Snow White fur. Her own netherlips quivering itch a growing need which reminded the Mink just how far too long it’d been since she had gotten laid well before she even wound up in this infernal…….inferno!! But damnit did she really want Slappy’s sloppy seconds and from the same guy who offed them to boot? Even if he did have a pretty cute face and a no doubt very impressive cock and….what was she thinking about again?

Slappy:*moaning sensual as she lowered her upper body to drape herself atop the bound and gagged mink sinner, their tits pressed and rubbing together. Moxxie hugging around her waist as he kept going like a piston into her snatch’s ever welcoming embrace as the silver squirrel looke back and forth between him and the mink.* “Mmm that’s the stuff little man, keep going, just how mama likes it. Ya know Blondie, normally I’d be pretty pissed at having my personal quality time with Little Man interrupted like you done. But just s happens seeing your pretty face gave me some thinking to do so here’s a deal for ya. I’ll let Moxxie have a go at rocking your world with the best fuck you’ll ever have in any lifetime but only if you agree to be my personal secretary. What do you say Minnie?”*The saucy squirrel spoke in between the gasps and moans she made as the imp hit some sweet spots. All the while her fingers teased the clasps on the ballgag in Minerva’s mouth as she awaited for when the mink would decide to answer yes or no on her proposal.*

Minerva:*Now at first she considered refusing, mentally debating how and why with the reason above all being the fact she’d truly be laying second fiddle to Slappy. But she knew eventually, inevitably she’d have to give in as even now she became overcome with lust running through her nerves like a trail of gasoline set on fire. Glaring at the squirrel with a mix of horny defiance as she gasped and landed at her smirking face while she inside and removed the ballgag.* “Alright fine You twisted bitch whatever…just….let me get some already!!l *How she loathed that smug yet sexy grin on Slappy’s face as she gave the mink a soft, sensual peck on the lips while she signally for Moxxie to cease and dismount from her.*

The imp obliged her, more than used to Slappy and her kinky whims as he pried his cock out of her snatch, his length and girth glistening with a heavy coating of her juices. Minerva's eyes wide and locked on that big slab of fat imp fuckmeat, looking on as Moxxie firmly but gently pried her lovely legs apart and rubbed the tip against her sticky wet slit. Making her shudder before she soon felt it penetrate her, inch after inch of womb pounding, pussy stretching infernal heaven sinking in and proceeding to make the idea of ever wanting another guy at all fade away and classify itself as obsolete!! Feeling an orgasm rock her and this had just been from from it going inside!!

Slappy sat besides Millie as the Overlord and the imp watched with voyeuristic delight at Minerva becoming properly acquainted with the most sexually stimulating and addictive lover in all of Hell. Sensually biting her lip at seeing the Mink get plowed and rocked in a mating press as their sweet little possum of a thespian brought his erotic A game given who his audience was. Hands caressing and groping Minerva's immaculate, curvy silky furry form all over as he thrust away like a jackhammer. Waterfalls flowing between their legs as any remaining doubt or hesitation on Minerva’s part was drowned out by pleasure, her bonds undone as she was soon taking it doggy style on her hands and knees which Slappy considered a rather fitting snd suitable position for her.

The silver fox squirrel soon threw herself back into the mix kn the bed, feeling that her Little Man had done enough to hook Minerva to that addictive dick of his as she knelt before her on the mattress. Grasping that lush blonde mane of hers as she pressed the Mink’s muzzle to her slit, the bombshell getting the hint as she began to miss and eat it out, hands grabbing Slappy’s quite juicy fine wine aged booty as she accepted her new way of life in hell. More so particularly once Millie came in along to make the threesome a foursome as she placed the camera down to capture the action at the best angles. Suffice to say the mink sinner was thinking maybe her new lot in the afterlife might not be so bad after all, as she found herself in a rather cosy and warm afterglow pile snuggling with the squirrel overlord snd the imps.

Afterwards in the days and weeks that followed that little encounter, Slappy’s reputation as an overlord was said to skyrocket thanks to her newfound personal secretary, whose level of seduction was ssid to be on par with a succubus. Making for an effective one two combination of sex and violence who in their downtime always made sure to spend some quality time with their favourite little man. Often signalling him by sending him a nude or a sexy picture such as one of them in lingerie with a bottle and glass of red wine in hand. After all it was the least they could do to thank the little red possum for making the most of what the could in Hell, sweeter than candy and greener kn the other side than any grass….how sweet it is…