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ma1dita · 6 months

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its 10pm again.... 😈😈

rivals with benefits Luke who makes everything a competition. even in bed. 😼

IM ALSO SO SORRY FOR FLOODING UR INBOX

MDNI

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a/n: liv we're boxing because i literally could not rest until i got this right,,,, smut. public sex. wrap before you tap. creampie. all the nasty things. fuck man...

wc: 968

“That’s a point for me,” Luke says with a menacing grin. The both of you are soaked to the bone after paddling across Canoe Lake to see who could make it to the other end the fastest, and as you gasp for air while holding onto the wood post of the pier, you can’t help but somehow be convinced that he cheated.

“You’re built like a frog with those long legs of yours, how the fuck was I supposed to win?”

Daybreak spreads slowly across Camp Half-Blood, sunlight kissing where the sky meets the water and Luke thinks he wants to kiss you. Knows it, actually—deep down to his bones that the line between hatred and love must be lust.

He swims closer to you like a predator creeping toward his prey, wet curls stuck to his forehead as he admires how hard you’re breathing. You’re right there, and since you like to make a competition of everything from capture the flag strategies to how many campers you both can get to screech at nightly sing-a-longs, he thinks he has an offer you won’t be able to resist. Luke’s hands glide under your shirt as the both of you tread water, still fighting for dominance even when it comes to who takes up the most space to stay afloat. You lick your lips, fingers tugging at his camp necklace as you look at him curiously and raise an eyebrow.

“I’ve got an idea…”

“I’ll start my prayers,” you smirk, before seeing the hot burning want in his gaze. You can feel it in his fingers as they brush the underside of your breasts, nipples stiff in the frigid water. Shaking your head, a nervous giggle leaves you as your arms circle his neck, bodies separated by your thin, sopping nightshirt. If he touches the rest of you, he’ll find other parts that are wet too, warm enough to brave the chill of the morning breeze that settles upon your shoulders.

“The nymphs might see…” you whisper, even though the both of you know not a single soul is awake right now but time is running out like sand in an hourglass.

“You backing down?”

The kiss you press into his open mouth is a clear enough answer—tongues sliding and spearing against each other, hot and angry and bruising. It’s a fair shot, not knowing who’s going to come out on top.

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“Oh, gods, please!”

Your hands and knees are scraping in the rocks and sand of the shoreline underneath the pier as Luke pistons into you at an alarming rate, each thrust a blow to your senses. He watches your head bob up towards the sky almost in reverent prayer and he’s grinning, continually sinking into your warmth while the rest of him shudders from the cold. Luke’s cock works inside your slick hole instead of against it, and he laughs at the irony of you finally letting him have his way. Your fingernails dig into the coarse beach, grains of sand making their way through every crevice as he fills your pulsing one with glee.

“Fucking knew you’d behave…” he grunts, one hand pulling at the thin cloth around your waist and the other holds onto your stomach so he can feel himself bludgeon you from the inside. “Can’t fight back when you’re getting your brains fucked out, hmm?”

He watches your pretty tits swing from the stretched out opening of your soggy shirt as you choke out a sob of pleasure.

“Yes…f-fuck Luke,” you whine, reaching back to ease your hand against his abdomen but he pulls it behind your back to use as a better hold on you. Luke puts two of his fingers in your mouth and they prod at the skin of your cheek, spit dripping around the digits.

Despite the intrusion, you’re groaning loud enough over the icy smacks against your skin that for a moment he thinks it might actually wake the forest nymphs, but then he’s distracted by your pussy pushing and pulling him as his hips clap against your ass, leaving them raw for days to come. Light waves crash against the shore with your movements, splashing against your knees and you’re giggling at him with a dazed grin as you push your hips back harder against his thrusts, overpowering his control over you.

He swallows thickly, groaning through the building sensation in his stomach as you rock back onto his cock faster and with the purpose of taking him down and winning. The both of you work in tandem as you writhe against each other in a battle to reach the end, unsure of if you’re with him or against him but gods, it feels so fucking good being under him.

“M’so close…Don’t fucking stop,” you shudder, and Luke shuts his eyes hard and takes a deep breath. Even if all 12 Olympians came down right now to smite him he wouldn’t be able to pull out.

So he doesn’t.

He couldn’t even if he tried—he cums so hard, his front meeting your back as you fall into the sand with a muffled yelp and he’s pumping thick rods of his release into your pussy. You shiver under him slightly until you realize your belly is warm from his efforts.

“That’s gotta be like 5 or 10 points,” Luke pants, nipping at your shoulder before he sits up. You’re laying there, ass up and motionless so he slaps a cheek before you start laughing.

“For me. At least you came,” you drone, having been on the brink of an orgasm.

He couldn’t argue with that. So he flips you onto your back and eats you out (sand and slick and all) until he’s ready again and by the time the morning bell rings, you’ve both lost track of who’s won your so-called competition.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #made by ma1dita ♥︎

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bandgie · 4 months

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In Pixie Dust We Trust

synopsis: You're content with being Chris's best friend for all eternity. It doesn't matter how big your heart is, you're small where it matters most. That's what you think at least.

warnings: MDNI 18+, fem!reader, microphilia (reader is 7-10in/17-25cm), pussy eating, boobie sucking, reader used as a fleshlight (non-penetrative), cum eating (m!), jerking off, little bit of jealously in the beginning, does this count as monsterfucking? idk

notes: man, I did like 3 different rough drafts on this and said fuck it. ALSO?? I guess grammarly has limited help options now? fucking assholes

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It would be impossible for Chris to hear you cheering for him amongst the dozens of shouting people, but you scream anyway.

“Go Chris!” You cup your hands around your mouth for extra volume, “Go, go, go!”

Mythics alike cheer for their representative species. Sirens, vampryes, lycans, and many more creatures roar for a winner. Despite the overwhelming number of Mythics, humans fill up a good portion of the audience to spur on Chris. He’s the only mortal in the swim meet, one of the rare humans to be able to compete against creatures like yourself.

Truthfully, you’re not too aware of the rules when it comes to swimming. Something about a certain amount of meters, certain strokes, and when you’re supposed to come up for air. The explanations went right over your head when Chris told them to you, but that doesn’t stop you from screaming your little lungs out.

“Jeez,” Felix rubs his ear. “Who would’ve thought a little pixie like you could scream so loud.”

You give him an apologetic smile. “Sorry!” You decide it’s better to find a better sitting spot. Felix’s shoulder is always your go-to seat, but you don’t want to burst his eardrums from your screams. Your wings flutter rapidly, raising you high until you plop on his blonde hair.

At least you didn’t have to pay for a seat. Being the mere size of a hand, you can easily sit on someone instead.

You lean to one side of Felix’s head, “This better?” He nods, making your grip on his hair so you don’t slip off. “Yeah. You can cheer for your human boyfriend all you want now.” Felix’s head lightly shakes as he laughs. A sheep shade of crimson creeps up your neck and you yank on his hair. “Shut up! He’s not my boyfriend!”

You only feel a little bad when Felix whines. He reaches his hand to fight you with the wiggle of his fingers that you slap away while giggling. “Ouch! That hurt.”

“Whatever,” you slap the final finger away. “You deserved it.” Felix scoffs, rolling his eyes though you can’t see. “For what? Saying the truth? I’m a nymph, baby. You can’t hide those feelings from me.”

Now it’s you who rolls their eyes. As much as you would want to argue with Felix, he’s right. You may have the best friend title when it comes to Chris, but you want Chris in a way you know you shouldn't. You want to feel him hold you, have his lips pepper kisses all over your magical body until you can’t breathe. He doesn’t know how much you yearn for him when you sit on his shoulder, your wings bashfully fluttering when he talks low just for you to hear.

It doesn’t do any good for you to think like that. It’s better to blink those thoughts away and keep cheering, pretending you’re perfectly fine with being Chris’s tiny best friend.

But pretending is never easy for a pixie. Having such a small body does nothing to lessen the emotions you feel. Felix is doing everything he can to keep you from flying away and sobbing your heart out. When you two went looking for Chris to congratulate him on placing in the top three, neither of you expected the many female Mythics and humans to praise him.

“Hey! He’s just feeling excited from the race, he’s just super hyped right now.” Felix laughs nervously. “It’s no biggie. They’re just all congratulating him.”

You wish that were true or that you believed it. Instead, you’re frozen at the sight of Chris smiling from whatever they’resaying. One of them goes as far as to whisper in his ear, earning a deep blush from his wet face. Felix panics more. “She just- She said- oh damn.”

It shouldn’t bother you. If anything, you should be happy that Chris is finally getting the attention he deserves. He deserves people supporting him. Someone who can give him a happy, normal-sized relationship even if they aren’thuman. Not a pixie who is barely bigger than the size of his hand.

You blink your tears away, ignoring the ugly lump in your throat as you dejectedly fly next to Felix’s face. “It’s fine. Let’sjust go.” Felix whips his head to you, eyes wide with sincerity. “No! Pixie, we came out here for him. We can at least say hi then leave right after.”

There’s a twinge of hope in his eyes. Felix has been rooting for you since you told him about your unrequited love. Although you would roll your eyes at his support most of the time, it did boost some confidence in you. Now you realize it was all foolish. A stupid dream you should have kept sleeping.

You shake your head, “I can’t face him, Lix. Not when every girl in this damn city is trying to make him their mate. It’snot like he’d notice me leaving anyway.”

“You’re leaving?” Chris’s voice makes you and Felix jump. His hair is flat against his head from the diving cap he was wearing. It drips with water, leaking down his beautiful face to his naked torso. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

It’s only for a brief moment that you’re stunned. You weren’t prepared to see him so quickly. “Y-”

“No,” Felix quickly interrupts you. “She meant when is everyone else gonna leave. It’s so stuffed in here.” Felix looks at you wide-eyed as if to say don’t say anything before looking at Chris. “But dude! Congratulations!”

Chris’s signature dimple appears on his face. He wraps an arm around the nymph’s shoulder and brings him in for a hug.“I totally thought I was gonna get last. Those sirens are fucking fast.”

The embrace doesn’t last too long, not when Chris is eager to hear you praise him.

“Yeah,” you nod. “It was really impressive. I’m so proud of you!” It’s hard for you to do your normal joyful screaming, not when the bashful look he gave the mythic girl still lingers in your mind. You try to wipe the memory from your mind to focus on the mortal winner standing before you. The half-naked mortal winner that is.

“Yeah?” Chris lightens up at your words. His shining eyes warm your heart and your jealousy suddenly feels silly. “Fuck yeah! I knew you were gonna at least place in the top 5. But top 3? That’s Olympic shit right there.”

The flush on Chris’s face says it all. He rubs the back of his neck and giggles, a small squeak emitting from the back of his throat. “I would say thaaat.”

Felix laughs at the two of you, patting Chris on the shoulder. “I saw this Korean restaurant nearby - it looks super good. Minho told me that the chefs are all human. We should go before it gets packed!” The three of you look amongst each other and nod, humming about how hungry Chris must be.

“You can save a spot for us, Felix,” Chris smiles at him. “We’ll be there soon.”

You and Chris wave Felix goodbye. You wait until he’s out of earshot before you ask Chris, “Are we gonna meet up with him later?”

Chris smiles ear to ear. “We are. I was really hoping you’d come back to my place for a surprise.” Excited is the best word to describe him right now. His eyes shine with what you think is mischievousness. You can’t help the butterflies in your stomach. You smile at him back, “Now? Dressed like that?”

“Oh shit.” Chris suddenly becomes aware of his nude attire, save for the tight speedo. “Let me change first, then we’ll to mine.”

The naughty look on his face wasn’t for nothing. Chris didn’t necessarily plan to have you like this; nude and whimpering, but he isn’t complaining either. His intentions were pure, really. He had set up his apartment all sweet, miniature roses that could easily fit in your palms as he asked you to be his lover.

You thought of everything wrong at first. How strange it might look for your dainty self to be involved with a human. For him to practically live in the waters while you stay in the sky. Different, too different to work you said. You couldn’t help but think of all the other Mythics flocking to him; ones that he could benefit from and most importantly, ones that he can properly love.

Yet, all your worries were washed away in his eyes, full of love and compassion. He would love you because you’re you, no matter what size.

Now you’re thinking there won’t be enough time to meet Felix at that restaurant he’s been revving about when Chris’stongue ravages your body. Kissing him felt weird enough, your lips barely able to lock with his bottom one. But having him lick and suck on every part of your body easily took the cake.

Chris is holding you gently in his palm, your wings tightly tucked into your back so he doesn’t accidentally get them wet. The tip of his tongue dips down into your cunt before it swipes up to your breasts. You can tell he’s trying to be romantic about it, but there’s nothing soft in the way he suckles on your tits, how his saliva drips down the curve of your mounds onto his palm.

“Shit,” you moan when Chris finds your sweet, tiny pussy again. “You’re getting me so wet.” In response, Chris pulls away. You whine at the loss of contact. Your body shivers in his hold from the lack of his hot mouth.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” But he doesn't look apologetic at all. Not when he’s looking at you as if he might take a bite. Not when he licks his lips at the sight of your body spread out in his palm, twitching and soaking.

You reach a small hand up and grab the tip of his nose, earning a giggle from his pretty lips. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” you push yourself up with an elbow to nuzzle against his face. “I like it.”

“Yeah?” the tips of his ears burn redder. “I like it too.”

The two of you share a laugh before you sprawl yourself back in his hold, opening your legs so his large tongue touches you where you need him most. Chris obediently nuzzles his tongue onto your cunt, flicking it upwards. Your hips chase the feeling, arching and twisting until he has to restrain you.

“Nooo,” you gently whine when he uses his fingers to pin your hands above your head. “Wanna feel it.”

Chris smiles, directing you to flatten your feet, spread your thighs, and arch until your back is completely lifted from his palm. It’s a weird position, but you wiggle in excitement when he leans his head down. “You will, baby,” he reassures.“Just gotta listen to me for a little, okay?”

You nod, forcing yourself still when you feel the familiar muscle on your core. It’s nearly similar to when you had the freedom to move, but there’s an extra layer of pleasure from being held back. For his tongue lick up and down, reaching up high to your stomach down to your ass. Chris doesn’t have to add much pressure, not when his tongue is half the size of your entire self.

The first taste of your orgasm builds when he swipes his tongue side to side. It moves your vulva perfectly, not focusing so much on your sensitive nub. Your hands grip his fingertips and you moan. “Channie…i’mma cum.”

He hums against your body, acknowledging your impending orgasm. Chris is too busy trying to get you on his taste buds. It’s more of a hint than a flavor of your pussy. If only Chris could drown in it. To feel these small thighs wrap around his head and yank him closer until all he can sense is you. But having your boobs and pussy in his mouth nearly at the same time is a huge win for him regardless.

Your walls clench, a clear sign that you only have mere seconds before you cum. Maybe you could ask Chris to put justthe tip of his pinky finger in. It would stretch you so much, so good. If you can’t take his cock, you’ll take the next best thing.

“In,” you mewl. “Want it in me.”

Chris raises an eyebrow at you, clearly confused by what you mean. He can’t put anything in you, he doesn’t even want to think about it. He shakes his head with your pussy in his mouth, back to focusing on the task at hand.

“Channie!” You nearly scream his name. “Please! I’ve been good. I’ve been so good! Just the tip of your finger and-”

He sucks hard, making your entire body move from the suction. You wail, digging the back of your head further into his palm. He sucks and licks, obviously trying to get your mind off of being filled and instead finishing on his tongue. It works because all you can think about is flooding Chris’s mouth with your juices. You think about how good it’s going to feel to have his big tongue on you, licking you up.

You dig your nails into his fingers and tense. Chris places the tip of his tongue perfectly on your clit and you finally cum.

He holds you while you shake. Chris can feel the trembling of your body, he can taste the essence of your orgasm, and he can hear your pretty little moans as you tip over. He can’t help but giggle at how your little hips roughly rock against his tongue. Deciding to give you a different sensation, Chris puts his tongue back in his mouth and puckers his lips instead. The plushness is the best way to ride out your high, gentle and soft.

You collapse in his hands when you come down. You can only whimper when he carefully nuzzles your body against his face affectionately. Chris peppers kisses on your body, from the top of your head to the soaked place between your thighs. It helps get you refocused by grounding yourself from his touch. You return his kisses, placing your hands on either side of his cheek and feeling his mouth against yours.

It feels like he’s trying to swallow you or maybe not trying to. You can’t really tell, but you don’t really mind. All you care about is how he whimpers against your lips, making you concerned about his state.

You pull from his lips and adjust in his hands until you’re sitting. “It hurts. Doesn't it, Channie?” You don’t need to specify what you’re talking about. Not when you can see the need in his eyes, the pout in his lips. Chris nods, almost ashamed.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says. “I dunno what to do about it.”

He looks so dejected, so lost. Your wings untuck from your back and flutter until you’re lifted in the air. Chris’s eyes drop to your breasts as if he wasn’t just drooling on them minutes ago. You snap your fingers until he looks into your eyes. “I know what to do. Why don’t you sit down for me and let me take care of you now.”

You can tell he’s hesitant. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he doesn’t know how he wants to. Chris easilylistens to your instructions; how you want him stripped from the lower half, sitting on the couch with his legs sprawled open so his hard, leaky cock is pretty on display.

Chris looks nervous, you can tell by how he grabs a nearby pillow and hugs it to his chest. “Are you sure, baby? I don’twant you to hurt yourself.”

How endearing your lover is. Willing to sacrifice his pleasure for your comfort.

You fly to his lap and rest on a meaty thigh. “You don’t gotta worry your pretty little head about nothing, Channie.” You reach out a hand to rub it against his cock. “I can handle it.”

Before he can say anything else, you quickly find your place on his shaft with your back facing him. You gasp at the warmth, the thickness of his cock between your legs. Your body is already wet from your orgasm, so it’s easy to gently slide against him. The veins from his cock seem huge this closeup and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your body when your clit goes over one.

“You’re so big Channie,” you hum, looking back. “Almost as big as me.”

Chris giggles shyly, adjusting in his seat so he slightly slouches against the cushions. You turn back to face his tip and place your little hands on his dick to balance yourself. A whine leaves Chris’s throat when you grind against him higher. Your hands reach out to play with his tip, swirling around the sensitive flesh and having your fingers rub against his slit.

His hips thrust up and you let out a surprised squeal.

“S-shit, sorry,” he moans. “I didn’t mean to.” Chris is being so careful not to have you slip off, but it’s nearly impossible for him to keep still. Not when he can see your entire body jerking him off, your little ass humping his cock so nicely. He especially loves the wet trail that you leave behind with every grind.

You laugh, “It’s okay. Just means you’re feeling good.”

Since you’re just slightly bigger than his length, you decide it would be better to lay completely flat on his cock and slide yourself that way. It’s silly though, humping his dick in a way that reminds you of the nights you spent on your tiny bed touching yourself at the thought of Chris. Now, you’re able to put all that practice to good use.

With your legs wrapped around the base, you find it much easier to slide yourself. To go at a speed that has Chris moaning and fisting his hands into the sofa. Your tongue lolls from your mouth as you moan with him, effectively adding moisture that makes everything wetter.

“Baby! Baby, baby, you’re gonna make me cum just like that.” Chris pants. One of his hands shoots down below his cock, tugging his balls to help get him closer. You tilt your head to look down at the sight, whimpering at how he holds and rubs his sack.

It makes you go faster. You practically squeeze his cock with your limbs almost painfully. Chris only finds pleasure in your hold though. Without thinking, Chris wraps his other hand around his cock and you. Your wings immediately find cover behind your back so they don’t get damaged. The hand around you tightens slightly.

“You want me to use you, hm?” Chris carefully drags you up and down his length. “Be my little cocksleeve, is that it?” You can’t even be a fleshlight to him, but you can be useful. it’s near impossible to nod with how he’s holding you, but you let out a breathy yes. Your arms are locked at your sides from his grip, legs open and limp so he has more access to use you how he wants.

You underestimated how slippery you would get. How his precum would leak onto your hair and face. A part of you thought it would be uncomfortable being pressed up against his cock like this, but all you can feel is how warm he is. It feels good to have him use your body like this, having your clit brush against his girth.

Chris isn’t as careful this time, not that you mind anyway. He grunts with every drag, squeezing your body tighter until you whimper. You feel his cock twitch under you and your cunt clenches in response.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunts. “Wrapped around my cock so tight.”

You whimper. There isn’t a chance that you would be able to cum again. Your cunt is roughly pressed against his dick to get any real friction, but that doesn’t stop you from feeling any pleasure. “You’re using me so good, Channie. You gonna cum on me too?”

There isn’t a need for Chris’s confirmation. Not when the hot spurt of his release spews from his cock. You can’t see how far it shoots up, how it lands up to his thighs and leaks onto his hand. The only ounce of cum you get is on the top of your hair, a sticky, warm glob of white.

Chris releases you quickly, letting you get the proper chance to breathe and rest on his pulsing cock.

It doesn’t last long, not when two hands carefully lift you and bring you close to Chris’s face. His neck is a deep shade of red. The blood rushes to his face to give off a pink hue. Even the tips of his ears burn with the same color. As fucked out as he looks, he still has the energy to give you an endearing smile.

Your lips twist shyly, “Why are you looking at me like that? You know I’m completely covered in your cum, right?” But Chris only leans in and uses his nose to nuzzle against your face.

“Mhm. My very own pixie dust.”

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luxxid · 1 year

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thinking about how merciless NEUVILLETTE is in bed. his ribbon held your wrists together to prevent you from thrashing around from the brute force he effects onto you. a sly smirk runs across his sweat adorned face, pitying you, enjoying every visage of emotion that your face betrays.

"i haven't even started yet, my nymph, and your already crying? how pathetic."

his balls ram into you remorselessly, while your whines and cries go unnoticed by him, his albescent hair runs down his nude back, some strands stick to his forehead. butterflies engaged in your stomach, knotted ribbons of ecstasy vibrated deep down. his groans and cusses filled the sultry air along with the bed creaking caused his beast like vigor movements.

"vi! t-too mh-much!" you ripped out from your sere throat, words jumbled due to his narcotic cock pumping in and out relentlessly from your rheumy heat. his face darkened, scowled and gaped at your abhorrent condition.

a direct hit to your sobbing face. "i don't remember giving you the permission to talk my siren" his sapphire eyes bore daggers into you. his opiate dick stopped drawing into your prodding hole.

"seems like i'll have to educate you then"

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coqvttes · 1 year

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hey i love ur writing so much! can i request smt nsfw with konig please? :)

been thinking about könig with a total nymph for a girlfriend !

he’s always known your sex drive is high, but not this high. you just can’t help yourself when you climb onto his lap as he sits at his desk, flipping through paperwork. he looks stressed. being a colonel is hard work, and you're not making it any easier. he’s been working for what feels like an eternity, and he has no idea what’s got you so worked up. you just keep whining for him, and then you're grinding your sopping cunt all over his work trousers like you're in heat till he can’t concentrate anymore. your whimpers and moans as you move your hips back and forth onto his thighs are not helping either, and he feels his pants tighten. he tries his best to ignore you, wanting to get this work off his shoulders, but when you pull his cock out of his pants and start kissing his neck, he just can’t take it any longer. "what's got into you today?" he holds you up from under your thighs as he stands up suddenly, carrying you over to the bed. he plops you down and pushes your (his) shirt over your plump tits, and you mewl out in pleasure as he thrusts into you, finally giving you what you've been craving. "i can't work when you're distracting me like that, kleine maus." he growls while pounding into you, fucking your brains out.

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nymphoheretic · 2 years

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˜”°•.˜”°• By His Command •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Inumaki was on the brain and I remembered I wrote this little thirst blurb about him on my old blog so...yeah...

Warnings: Oral(fem receiving), fingering, conscentual use of Toge's cursed speech, some Japanese words(I'm sorry I refuse to use "salmon" and "bonito flakes")

Word count: 0.6k

Tags: @katsukichureadsrecs @hvziers @sailewhoremoon @ichisagi @tokyometronetwork @babiefwuit @bakugosbratx @angelltheninth @stygianoir @bookandyarndragon

Inumaki was usually such a patient boyfriend. It took you a minute to understand his way of speaking until I learned sign language to make our communication easier. But when it came to sex, you quickly learned just how wild and feral he could really be.

“Toge...” you whined, your hands tangled in his short silver hair as his head was buried between your thighs, tongue lapping at your folds with such ferocity that it was leaving you utterly breathless. “Please, slow down, M’gonna cum if you don’t.”

You let out a choked gasp when his reply was to shove two fingers deep into your cunt, scissoring them and stretching you out as his tongue moved to your swollen clit. You pulled at his hair as you began to squirm away from him, the torturous feeling of his wet stripes becoming too much for your sensitive body. ”s’too much, Toge.”

Inumaki dug his fingers into your hips, pulling you back to his awaiting tongue. “Okaka...” he mumbled against you, a bit annoyed that you were trying to deny him of his treat.

His fingers moved in and out at a faster pace as his flicked his tongue over your clit, the feeling of your hands in his hair spurning him on. This was his cunt and who were you to deny him. He yanked you back onto his tongue when you pulled away again. Finally fed up with your squirming, he looked up at her with hard, violet eyes. “Ugokanai.”

Your body froze when you heard that singular phrase. Toge and you have had already came to an agreement that he could use his cursed speech on you during sex, but it always surprised you when he did.

You were literally at his mercy until he either released you or passed out. You let out a mewling moan when his tongue returned to your clit, his lip closing over it and sucking hard. You wanted to thrash about so badly, to buck away from his tongue, but couldn’t. Your body was no longer under your control.

He licked up and down your slit, curling his tongue in and out, gathering as much of your sweet slick as he could on his taste buds. He adored your taste so much, Toge could spend hours between your thighs with his tongue buried in your folds. “Shake.” he hummed as he used his fingers to spread your lips even further open to delve his tongue even deeper. God, you were so sweet on his tongue. He could eat you and hear your sweet moans forever. “Be louder.”

You automatically opened your mouth and moaned even louder for him as he pushed three fingers deep inside your aching cunt. It was too much. you needed a break. You had already had three orgasms before this. “Toge, please?” you begged. “I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

Since he had given me the command to not move, you could even make a move to have an orgasm, you were frozen in this position until he said so. You prayed he would take pity on your poor abused body.

Inumaki pulled back, his tongue drawing lazy lines over your swollen lips as a line of saliva still connected it to your cunt. He looked at you and saw the pained expression in your eyes, you really did want to cum. It warmed his heart to know that he brought you so much pleasure. His violet eyes were soft as he returned to your dripping pussy, “Cum.”

On command with his words, your back arched off the bed as your climax hit you hard. It rushed out of you in a hot stream of liquid that dripped down Toge’s face as he greedily lapped it all up, not wanting to waste a single drop. Once you came down from your high, Toge looked at you with pleased eyes as you reached for him to pull him up for a kiss. “I love you so much Toge.”

He nodded, a happy pleased smile on his lips as he signed out that he loved you too.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Yandere Witch /// Part 2

Part 1

The great part about Rhiana the Witch’s cozy cottage outside that small town was the privacy. Not just when her most wriggly meals ran; but because it was purposefully hidden. The faerie circles just outside the town messed with maps and satellites making her little place a safe haven from the enemies and ex-lovers experiments she’d made over her many centuries of being alive. But now that she was leaving to get closer to you, she was uncomfortably exposed.

“Hey Rhi-Rhi you okay? You’ve looked so nervous since I picked you up.”

“Oh I’m fine it’s just all these people make me so nervous.”

“I guess it is kind of overwhelming.”

“Maybe you can take me somewhere private. Like your place maybe?”

She thinks it’s worth the risk as she’s allowed to use the same excuse to cling to your side. Pretend to be distraught when she gets hit on to have you pretend to be dating to drive off desperate and confident weirdos. She eats that up. Unfortunately though, her open fawning over you leaves her unguarded from soul searches. An old technique lovers of olde used to unite over long periods. Naturally, trouble just happens to be in the 500-meter radius and is well off enough to get in close to foil her plans.

“Hello there. I’m your new neighbor. I wanted to introduce myself to everyone since I’m completely new to the area.”

“Oh hi, nice to meet you! I’m (Y/n) and this is Rhi–”

“(Y/n) you don’t have to introduce me I’m only visiting.”

“That’s such a shame Rhiana. I would’ve hoped we could…get to know each other better.”

Trouble is one of her craziest exes–Narciness. He was a nymph and she was a witch. Back then, it made sense that they were perfect for one another. Both were a gorgeous couple, immortal and with plenty of magic. Not to mention he didn’t even mind that she ate humans for her youthful appearance. But it just wasn’t right for Rhea. Just as his name would suggest there was a deep-seated and well-masked narcissism that showed its ugly head at the worst times. She ultimately took the very mature option that she’s learned over the centuries when it comes to major obstacles. She ran.

“Nice to see you again Rhiana. It’s always nice to know my girlfriend decided to disappear from me the last few centuries!”

“Quit whining. I left you a note didn’t I?”

“A note cursed to explode with a memory-wipe spell the second I finished it. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to leave me.”

“Oh genius, you’re finally getting it!”

“That can’t be right! You and I…we’re perfect together! And you instead cheat on me with the most imperfect human!”

“Do not ever talk about my (Y/n) like that!”

She’s almost glad he’s crazy enough not to hide his intentions. Had he been cut from the same cloth as she-she would have kept silent until after she devoured her prey. But Narciness is an idiot who so clearly had it out for you that she wouldn’t let him live another day without singing your praises. Unfortunately, the thing about killing a nymph is that it wasn’t easy, a child of the old powers of nature. He’s survived a lot of things and can withstand some of Rhea’s most fatal potions. And especially when she’s far from home spending time with you, she’s a little shorthanded. So she’ll come up with another remedy.

“Hey Narc, I didn’t know you went shopping here.”

“I think instead of solely getting the organic stuff I figured I’d swing by here every once in a while. The gallery is truly immaculate.”

“Good for you. C’mon (Y/n) we’re going to miss our movie.”

“Oh right! Well, it was nice seeing you, Narc!”

“Oh (Y/n) before you go, there's something I wanted to tell you.”

“What?”

“I just love your smile.”

“Oh, thanks !”

“Let’s go, (Y/n).”

The thing she found that sparked her attraction to him was his smile. It lit up the room like yours and in the end, it’ll be what protects you from his violent protections of ‘their relationship’. Unfortunately, now that she’s used a spell to shift his affection she’ll have to figure out some way to end his life before he turns violent against her. Too bad it’ll be hard to figure out in the span of two days. Now she can miss her plane and extend her stay a little while but it’s just not enough time. Not enough time for her to make sure ‘Narc’ doesn’t try anything, she’ll have to do something drastic.

“Narciness I was hoping we could find some common ground.”

“With you? Babe, didn’t I tell you I was done? Your old news.”

“For you, I might be but I’m the hottest thing in (Y/n)’s world.”

“...I see. So we’re officially competing then. Would you like to fight this out now?”

“I’d like to try something new. A gesture of peace, if you will.”

“...oven mitts? You plan to make me bake? Why would I concern myself with such a lowly task?”

“Did I tell you (Y/n) has a sweet tooth?”

“...”

Rhea the Witch considers herself lucky her ex considered cooking for himself as a job for ‘someone uglier than him.’ She’s also glad she gets to stay another day due to food poisoning. Who knew nymphs gave witches so much nausea?

“Oh Rhea were you eating that bloody meat again? I keep telling you that rare steak is great but you got to make sure it’s at least cooked a little bit.”

“I know hon. I should really think about maintaining my diet better.”

“Yeah, I’m just glad this is happening now. Instead of on a plane or bus where I wouldn’t be there for you.”

“Yes…(Y/n) what do you think about me staying another week or so. So many things keep happening, it feels as though fate is telling me.”

She may have some serious indigestion but you were hers and the threat was…toast. For Rhea, her reward was being pampered by you. Finally able to rest with her love by her side. Nothing was better and nothing could bother her. Not even the distant thought of the new owner to the place next door.

“I noticed your plants. I’m not a huge fan of nature but maybe you can show me the ropes. What do you say, neighbor?”

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blingblong55 · 9 months

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Masters pet- F!Reader x Ghoap NSFW

Photo Credits: @ave661 (Left and centre) ---- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, rough!sex, Ghost x reader x Soap, three!some, edging, unprotected!sex, mentions of anal!sex, M4MF ----

Soap's cock in your tight pussy while Ghost fucks your tight ass hole like a dog in heat. You beg and beg but neither will stop. Although Soap gives you occasional praises, Ghost is all about fucking you dumb and degrading you and making you repeat that you are nothing but a worthless slut who is only good for being used.

"Good girl"

"Dumb fucking slut"

All night, your pretty little holes get spread apart for their meaty cocks. This is all because it was part of their welcoming to the relationship and also because Soap wanted a pretty pet.

Ghost has Soap as his pet but good boys get rewarded and Soaps reward was you...and somewhat Ghost's reward.

Their thick cum leaking from all your holes. Your legs shaking after many and I mean many hours of getting fucked like you were nothing but a toy.

And of course, Ghost also makes you wear a collar. His pets must have to show who owns them after all.

Your body covered in bruises, bite marks and some blood from where they bit you too hard. Your voice gone by now as you begged and cried to have them stop.

"Toys don't fucking talk!" A slap to your face as a reminder of where you belong. Not once was a safe word used so they knew all those begs and cries were for nothing.

When they denied all your orgasms, you whined and whined and each time you did, their fat cocks would only fuck you harder. That night, you came once all while they came more than five times.

Soap seven times, since he was being such a good boy Ghost have him one extra fuck to the new toy and a teased and needed blowjob.

Aftercare was sweet. and much more fun when Ghost watched his two pretty pets cuddle and whimper together. He wouldn't admit it but he filmed the whole thing, from beginning to end. And, when his pretty pets misbehave, he shows them the video and tells them that they can all have a good fuck if they behave, but he never fulfills this.

After all, whatever master says goes.

A/N: Thanking this link for the wave of thought

Now to the HC

Ghost loves to remind Soap and you that you are still his submissive pets.

There will always be a collar, bracelet or mark to show you are his property.

Sex is literally the best because both of them LOOOVVEEE to fuck you and overstimulate you, like it's no joke, they love it so much it's now become more of a reward for them.

Soap adores to watch you cry and beg because Ghost keeps edging you and ruining your orgasms.

If it wasn't for Ghost being the literal best Dom there would be an OF where Soap and you would be used over and over for his pleasure as well as clips of you getting all your orgasms ruined.

There is a closet where toys, lube and some clothes are in and it's locked because Ghost knows his pets would open it, play with each other and without his permission.

There are days where he has to tie Soap and you up and watch Ghost stroke himself. When Soap whines enough and begs saying he will be a good boy, Ghost unties him and Soap finally gives his master head.

Sometimes, when Soap behaves so well he is given permission to tape a vibrator to your thigh and watch as you cry because of how many orgasms you've had.

Safe words are a thing but the use of them are rare.

This man has a list of all the kinks, fetishes, wants, needs and the don'ts. (Ghost)

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bones4thecats · 10 months

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hi bon,

can you do Hades, Poseidon, Thor and Herac

husband and s/o just finish with gathering, when s/o been drag by Aphrodite

husband been drag by Zeus/Loki to Aphrodite new establishment

as husband enter one things they saw all the server wearing a cute sexy bunny outfit which husband don't care

then husband saw s/o been drag out by aphrodite while wearing those while said s/o trying to hide everything which failed miserably

s/o saw husband and have turn into mortified as their husband saw them in said outfit. husband outrage with aphrodite while zeus/loki used those as blackmailed.

in private husband said that s/o look cute in those outfit

A/N: This was an interesting request. Honestly, I can see all of this happening to them each, as I can see Aphrodite getting bored and yoinking their S/O just for something fun to happen. She’s definitely a teaser.

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💀 Well this was quite odd, Zeus never really visited him down in Helheim, and while Hades protested at the start, Zeus didn’t take anything

💀 He was dragging him to Aphrodite’s newest opening ‘restaurant’ in Valhalla

💀 Hades was very loyal to his S/O, so going there felt like betraying their trust, and he did not like that

💀 But, Aphrodite had taken his S/O away earlier that day, and he couldn’t let them see them there possibly, but Zeus’ hold was surprisingly good

“ Now, older brother. You are to stay here, I will get something to drink. “

💀 He watched confused as his brother left him at the table, and as he looked at the nymphs walking around in very revealing outfits, he looked at the ground like Poseidon always did

“ Oh come on, Aphrodite! I am not going out there wearing this damn thing! “

💀 Your voice? Why were you here? And what was Aphrodite making you wear?

💀 Looking up from the marble floors, he saw a familiar big chested woman holding you in place, and you… oh my Helheim you were wearing a bunny outfit

💀 You tried hiding certain parts of your body from the other Gods in the facility, and Hades was one of the first people you had seen

“ Aphrodite. They’re changing and going home. Now. “

💀 Aphrodite smiled and giggled before allowing your embarrassed form to go back to change

💀 He cannot lie though, seeing you in that? Woo

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“ No. “

🔱 He did not want to go in the slightest, but with how Zeus kept trying to blast him for being a buzzkill, he couldn’t take his whining anymore

🔱 Poseidon stood up and followed his younger brother as he walked through the fairly decent looking facility that Aphrodite had put together

“ Go ahead and sit. I’m gonna go get something at the bar, Hera can’t yell at me here! “

🔱 He sighed and sat down, opening the book he had grabbed from his study before leaving his and your palace

🔱 While reading, he could hear Zeus start speaking, or rather, flirting with another woman until the familiar slap sound echoed, making Poseidon smile for a second

🔱 But while that got him to react a bit, hearing you yelling at Aphrodite made him look up

“ I am not going out there in this, Aphrodite! Kiss your Christmas present goodbye! “ “ Oh come on, dearie~ I believe that someone out there will really like this~ “

🔱 Excuse me?

🔱 He stood up, summoned his trident and walked away, his book being sent back home to his desk as he strolled to the back of the building

“ I swear to you, Aphrodite! I will get Poseidon to end every connection with you if you make me walk out there with all of those lustful assholes! “

🔱 Poseidon saw you dressed in a bunny outfit and glared at Aphrodite, not making eye contact, but surely scaring her to the core

“ How about you change now? “ “ Thank the Gods. “

🔱 He’d rather you thank him but, it’ll do for now. And even he cannot deny, you looked fairly nice in the outfit…

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🌩️ Loki does not give in easily, and Thor knew that, he grew up with the God

🌩️ He walked behind Loki as he rambled about how nice the place appeared, and he only answered questions with a quick glance

🌩️ He had sat with Loki as he ate moussaka while Thor only looked out the window at the passing birds and people

🌩️ The thing that caught him out of his appearing trance was Loki whistling and his comment

“ Isn’t that your S/O? Oh, Y/N! “

🌩️ Thor looked up and he froze like ice when he had seen you, you were wearing a beautifully wove bunny outfit and because of how revealing it was, you were trying to hide certain body parts

🌩️ His cheeks glowed slightly red as he told you to go with him to change, glaring slightly at Aphrodite as you walked past her, she only giggled as Thor wrapped his cloak around you, hiding your form from certain Gods

🌩️ Once you changed, he looked at you and patted your head, saying;

“ While I did not approve of Aphrodite putting you in that outfit without your consent, I will have you admit, you looked nice in it. “

🌩️ You laughed nervously as he wrapped his arms around your waist, sitting you on his lap as he laid his nose in your neck

“ And I will have to teach you what happens when you look that nice for others~ “

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💪 His father wanted him to get out of the palace, to get out and about, have some fun!

💪 Ares and Hermes had decided to tag along, since he had nothing going on, and Zeus was happy to have both of his sons around, after all, now he can say he got drunk and hit on women for the environment

💪 A ‘guy’s night out’ as he said

💪 Heracles sat down and watched the other people walk around in outfits that were described by others, including his brothers, as ‘far to revealing’

💪 But, of course, their father liked it, how gross… damn old pervert

💪 He looked at Hermes as he called his name, and Ares’ face was frozen looking behind the demi-god

“ I believe you have a surprise behind you, it appears to me that- “ “ Y/N’s wearing a bunny outfit! “

💪 Ares’ interruption made Hermes glare at him and made Heracles snap his head behind him in shock

💪 It was true, you were wearing the ears, tail, outfit and all, and it made him get so flustered

“ Oh Heracles! I didn’t see you there, do tell, does Y/N look good or not? “ “ They- um… they look good… “

💪 Aphrodite chuckled and pat your head, saying you could change

💪 Well, this was going to be an interesting night, your husband was now very flustered, and he couldn’t stop imagining you in the outfit

💪 Help this poor boy!

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frogchiro · 3 months

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Brainrot of pretty nymph flock and reader cuddle piles after having a good mating with könig;;; completely tuckered out, fuzzy minded but so happy and content as they all cuddle up under the sun in the meadow that König had settled them in for the night.

König whose been hard at work satisfying his nymphs is utterly melting inside as his girls cuddle up to him, laying all over him as he sits on the ground—their bellies full and happy smiles all around<33

Fluffy smutt;;;;;

Cuddle piles with the other nymphs are a must!! It's really comforting having all your fellow nymph close, your naked, warm bodies cuddled up with each other as you whisper to each other and giggle about something and your self-sworn protector, König, being vigilant and alert even while tired and after so many orgasms <3

König settled his herd in a nice, remote cave; far away from any possible human settlements and the area moderately safe from other possible intruders like nasty satyrs or other centaur males.

And when the sun started setting, he could finally rest, laying his huge body down among his flock, letting out a happy noise when he felt his cute girl swarm and swoon around him, laying their naked bodies all over his lower horse half, their soft curves and even softer tits pressing against him while caressing him tenderly and trilling praises for their strong, virile, brave centaur stallion they love so much <3

He's groping all over whichever nymph he can grab that isn't laying draped over his lower half, his strong hands squeezing your tits and pinching at sensitive nipples with a huge, broad, boyish grin on his face as he listens to his precious flock whine and whimper for him <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #centaur!könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2

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kneelingshadowsalome · 10 months

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Actually obsessed with your Satyr!König :((( He needs a pretty nymph that just freezes when she sees him, ‘cause! Look at him!! He’s tall, handsome, got a good layer of fat on his muscles AND a big dick with breeder balls!! Her friends and sisters all scatter but she doesn’t because he’s a catch!! And he wants to mate?!! Count her in! Reader ends up happy while the other nymphs watch with jealousy as she gets dicked down to her heart’s content 😌

CW: 18+ cockwarming, breeding kink, pure filth, horny, selfish König

Sorry but Satyr!König is just awful, thinking he's entitled to a pretty, soft nymph like you :( This big hairy beast thinks it's only natural that a nasty faun wants to grope a poor, sensitive, shy little nymph, only thinks satyrs and nymphs are a perfect match! It's disgusting!

You don't know what came over you, walking over to him and dismissing the other nymphs' shocked, hissed warnings. You were just mesmerized by that thing between his legs, wanting to try if it would fit inside you, but you almost faint when the gross faun stops what he's doing and shoots all his attention towards you. The cock pulses in his hand just from the sight of you, and you feel like collapsing as you weakly go and straddle this beast. Legs spread on both sides of a hairy stomach, the monstrous cock is jumping, eager to get inside you.

Satyr!König has no trouble with taking you right here in this glade while the other nymphs watch and whisper in horror and in awe. All your friends you just frolicked with are staring in shock as this beast bullies his cock into you, inch by throbbing inch. You're helpless and sobbing by the time he groans, long and hard, and bottoms out…

Gives you no mercy as he starts to pound into you, tries to paw and squish your tits with large clawed hands, has a vile smile across his face when he finally gets to fuck a cute, silly nymph. Solely thinks with his dick as he ruts you with a frenzy, almost bucking you off of his hips.

You have to take support from the sweaty, hairy chest as he uses you like you're just a warm, wet hole for him to finally spurt his seed into: and of course you're a much better option than the cold, wet ground! He's not holding back now that he finally got a sweet nymph to sit on his cock...!

He's possessed, growling and grunting like an animal in heat as he stares at your bouncing breasts, right there in front of his face as you try to desperately hold on with both hands, unable to cover your soft, jiggling tits from a hungry lustful gaze. Groans when you try to caress the fat horns on his head, whining he's about to cum, and you get so angry at him, you only just got started! :(

He goes still without warning, balls pressed fat against your bum, thick shaft shooting rude spurts inside you as he roars and shudders beneath you. There's nowhere to escape, he keeps you in place with two strong hands, making sure you won't try to wriggle away. You should've known that he's horrible; he's a satyr after all, and satyr men are blessed with long orgasms and thick, ample seed. You will be in so much trouble now, this one is such a big specimen, too...

When you complain that he was too rough and only thought of himself, he laughs darkly and promises to give you a wash and lap you with his tongue. He will make you scream, nice and pretty for him! Pats your butt like you're just a dumb little creature for him to use as he pleases.

Satyrs can't be trusted at all, he won't even let you off of his cock, clearly just wants to warm himself inside a cute, grumpy nymph :(

Tries the place where you are joined with his fingers, and rumbles with content when he feels how snug you are around him, the seed safe where it belongs and not leaking out if he keeps his cock stuffed inside you like this :((

#satyr!könig #nymph!reader #könig x reader #könig x you

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gigi-loveless · 4 months

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summary - short n sweet ellie x swiftie!reader fluff for your souls!!

listen to ellie’s taylor swift playlist here 🫶🏻

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“ellieee,” you groan, her nu metal practically shaking her side mirrors, how she hasn’t blown out the speakers is beyond you. “i love you. i love your music. if i hear limp bizkit for one more minute i might die.”

your girlfriend sighs, and changes gears on her old beat up truck as you reach a red light, out in what seems to be, well, the middle of nowhere. ellie’s late night drives were always perfect, she always found the most majestic looking places without even trying. tonight was perfect, a sweet, crisp summer evening. somehow, you made it up a gorgeous mountain, the late setting sun painting a lavender and peach hazy sky.

“alright….just this once.”

one thing about ellie? do NOT mess with her radio while she’s driving. but when you gaze up at her with those doe eyes and puffy lips, she can’t help but give in to you.

giggling, you plug your phone into the aux, immediately going to a playlist you made just for the occasion. you’ve been waiting for your opportunity.

taylist (ellie’s version) 🌿

“dude! seriously?” she chuckles, her calloused hand palming the wheel, face flushed.

“whaaat! i need to convert you!” you whine, shuffling the playlist, one of the many folklore songs you added popping up on the dashboard.

cardigan - folklore

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humming along, you follow the moons perch up in the sky, fleeting through trees and houses.

as the chorus begins, ellie’s demeanor softens. she never disliked taylor, but it wasn’t really her style. but this…was music she could feel. the way you knew every note like it was the story of your life was magnetizing. it was nothing like the pop hits she usually heard the blonde belting out on the radio.

as ellie reaches another red light, she grips your chin softly, pulling you into an enchanting kiss, the glow of the stop light in the distance.

“well what was all that for, stupid?” you giggle into her lips, her eyes glued to you the entire time.

“i dunno….the song just made me feel that way….i guess?” she chuckles, the light turning a bright green. after a moment of hesitation, ellie speaks again.

“can…can we listen to more?”

“i converted you!! i KNEW IT!”

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sadhours · 11 months

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Penance (Sequel to Bully) - 1/3

Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

A/n: something happened and this came out of me.

contents: 18+ minors dni, smut, Catholicism, religious kink, religious trauma, idolizing billy like he’s god, oral (f and m receiving), road head, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, swallowing heheh

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A cool night in late October, suns been down for hours. Rubber burns on the asphalt as that midnight blue Camaro rips down your street. You can hear it as soon as he turns down Chardonnay Way six blocks up. Rushing out into your front yard, Billy pulls up and leans against the center console so he can push the passenger door open for you. With an excited squeal, you jump inside and he peels away before you can even close the door.

“Angel,” he purrs, that devilish smirk you’ve fallen in lust with spreading across his lips and you feel that all too familiar heat rising up your thighs.

No matter the routine, you get insufferably excited at sneaking out with him. Being as now you don’t go to the same school and you’re absolutely forbidden from seeing him. St. Augusten is a good school and all, but it’s a little brutal being around only girls all the time. Not to mention, all you can think about is Billy. All day you fantasize about him. Which is totally sinful, if the sisters could read your mind you’re sure they’d expel you or worse, exorcize you. It’s really not your fault, since he took your virginity you’ve been insatiable.

“Hi,” you pant before placing your hand on his thigh and leaning over to kiss his jaw. “Been thinking about you all day.”

Billy hums intrigued, his breath hitched when he replies, “You little nymph.”

Smoothing your hand up his thigh, you place a handful of kisses against his jaw until your hand cups the particular piece of him you’ve been thinking about nonstop. You squeeze gently, groaning excitedly as you feel it start to get stiff. Billy exhales sharply, pressing on the gas a little harder. You observe as his hands tighten around the wheel as you push against his bulge some more. His hips roll just slightly, barely noticeable but you’re learning how to pick up on his tells. You’re actually a bit obsessive, analyzing your interactions once you’re back home in bed. Remembering every sound and move he makes, and what you do that has him making them.

“Can’t help myself,” you tease, squeezing his cock through his tight jeans and lick against his jaw, “You made me like this.”

“Fuck,” he groans, lips parting as his tongue comes out to swipe against his lower lip. “Keep talking.”

“You corrupted me,” you tell him with a whine, unbuttoning his jeans slowly, “You touched me and now all I can think about is all the nasty things I wanna do to you. All day, during school, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I need to have your cock in my mouth.”

He gasps, foot heavy on the accelerator as you unzip his jeans and pull his achingly hard cock out. You lick against his jaw again, squeezing the base of him.

“Today's lesson was Avoiding Evil and Doing Good,” you tell him matter of factly before lowering your voice, “And I had to keep squeezing my thighs together because I was thinking about you fucking my face.”

“Jesus Christ,” he tilts his head back just slightly as he rolls his hips again, keeping his eyes on the road. “Bet you’d let me bend you over your desk and fuck you in front of everyone.”

“I would,” you agree, beginning to pump him in your hand, “I’d let you fuck me anywhere.”

“Such a slut,” he groans, “Be a good girl and swallow down my cock.”

You bite your lip as you smile, leaning down between his legs and licking at his tip. Swirling your tongue around the pink tip and gathering all the precum bubbling out of his slit, you languidly stroke his shaft in your palm. The weight of him makes you giddy, makes your whole body tingle in anticipation. Wrapping your lips around him, you peek up to get a look at his face. He’s still got his eyes on the road but his mouth is open from the pleasure. So you swallow him down as far you can take him, smiling around his cock as he elicits a gravelly moan. Lowering a hand to his sack, you breathe through your nose and begin to bob up and down on him. Suddenly, you feel his hand knotting in your hair and you pray there’s no sharp turns coming up. Maybe you shouldn’t be praying to God with this man’s cock in your mouth, but you’ve decided it’s gonna be better to beg for forgiveness later. And well, God made Billy so he has to understand. Right?

Momma tells you Billy is from the devil, put here to tempt you into a salacious and satanic life. But really, in these moments, you feel closer to God than you ever have. Billy makes you feel like you’re floating up and up and up, close to heaven. Maybe it is a false prophet thing but you’re too far gone to really care. It feels too good.

You gag as his tip reaches the back of your throat and you pull back, making sure your hand circles around the base.

“So good,” you say, muffled around his cock, blinking up at him.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to talk with your mouthful?” he grins, glancing down at you briefly.

“Sorry,” you apologize, mouth still stuffed with his cock and he gives you a tug of your hair. You quickly swallow him down some more to shut yourself up, closing your eyes tightly as you hollow out your cheeks. He pumps his hips up, holding you still with his hand and you can’t help but gag, squirming in your seat because this is exactly what you were thinking about while Sister Agnes droned on and on about what Evil’s to stay away from. She’d really dislike Billy, if she’d seen him, if she’d seen the things he did to you.

“Fuck,” Billy whines, “Gonna cum, angel.”

You double down, sucking hard as you take him as deep as you can. Hand on his thigh, squeezing it while you try not to choke. His hips lift off the seat, flooring the gas as he shoots down your throat. You swallow as much as you can before pulling off. He lets off the gas, chest heaving as he puts both hands back on the wheel. As you catch your breath, you help get his softening cock back in his pants and button them back up.

Billy drives to a familiar spot, parks in the meadow and pulls you onto his lap. He puts his seat back as far as it’ll go and grabs onto your face, dragging your lips to his. It’s filthy the way he licks into your mouth, makes your mind go numb as you grind against him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. You’ve come a long way since your first kiss but he still manages to make you melt from a simple kiss. You swore you were gonna explode the first time and now, it just makes you antsy to get his mouth on other parts of you. His hands move down your back and then he grabs firmly on your hips, swirling his tongue against yours. It’s heady, impure and so sinful. Your momma would be furious, seeing the way you give into the demonic pleasures. You’re putty in Billy’s hands though, especially when they move to the globes of your ass and he squeezes, pulling you closer. Nipples poke through your school shirt, skirt pooled where you sit on Billy’s lap. He told you how much your uniform turned him on one day and now, you keep it on whenever you see him. The way he groped you when you wore it made it obvious enough but when he mumbled in your ear how sexy you looked while he was fucking you confirmed it.

“God, I love you in this uniform,” he mumbles against your open mouth and you laugh back in his.

“I was just thinking about that,” you tell him.

“Yeah,” he tilts his head while he beams up at you, “That why you wear it every time I see you?”

You nod, biting your lip and unbuttoning the top of your blouse to expose the rosary underneath. His fingers grab the beads and wrap them around his digits, using the leverage to pull you into another heated kiss. Billy growls into this one, using the hand still on your ass to ground you against him. He’s hard again, his strained erection rubbing against your pantie-clad heat and it makes you dizzy, grabbing his shoulders tighter while you try to keep up with the sloppy kiss. The way he reacts to you makes you feel like you're rising out of your body, astral projecting up and up. Perhaps what your mother says is true, because Billy has you under some kind of weird spell. You imagine this is what drugs feel like. At least, it aligns with all the things you hear about drugs and in the same vein, satanism. And Billy really kind of encapsulates that. The music, the fast car and the dangerous way he makes your clothes fall off.

“Need you,” you gasp against his tongue, pulling his shirt up by the collar.

He chuckles lowly, tugging on your rosary as he rolls his hips up, “All yours.”

“Mine,” you confirm as you pull his shirt over his head and connect your lips again immediately after, hands purchasing all over the golden contours of his muscled chest. His skin is hot to the touch, warms your entire body but very, very intensely between your thighs.

“How much repenting are you gonna have to do tonight?” he inquires against your desperate mouth.

You slide your fingers up into his mess of curls, tugging on them as you furrow your brows, “Not enough.”

“You love being my little sinner,” he snarks, wrapping the beads around his fist and pulls harder. The tightening of it chokes you just slightly and in the most delicious way, makes your head feel even more spacey as you grind down against him. “What would your parents say if they saw you right now? So desperate to have me ruin you…”

“Billy,” you whine, voice hoarse with the pressure of the beads against your throat, “They’d have me exorcized.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, lips meeting the center of your throat. His breath is hot and his words vibrate against your neck, “You possessed by my cock?”

It’s so wrong but it’s cynically true. He’s got you wrapped around that entity in his pants. You’d beg for it, you’d commit any sinful, pathetic act to have it. No matter how wicked. Maybe you are possessed but you really don’t care. You need him, completely at will for this man. Billy could ask you to do the most nefarious things and you’re in deep, you have to. You’re addicted to him.

“Maybe,” you huff out, face contorting as you grind your clothed cunt against him, desperately trying to relieve the pressure building up between your legs. “Need it so bad it hurts.”

He clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, tilting his head and frowning condescendingly, “Poor baby. You’d do anything for it.”

“Anything,” you confirm with a frantic nod.

“Stay still. Don’t move,” he instructs and your hips come to a stop, but your face must show your frustration because he tsks and says, “You said you’d do anything. Be a good girl for me.”

You nod, making sure to pout your lips. He laughs, low and guttural as he lets go of the rosary. He slowly unbuttons your blouse the rest of the way, displaying your tits to him. He purses his lips, “The good catholic girl didn’t wear a bra to school?”

You did, but you took it off before Billy picked you up. He doesn’t need to know that so you shake your head, trying to convey innocence as you stare at him wide eyed. His fingertips dance across our pert nipple, but he told uoi to stay still so you don’t arch your back like you really want to, you don’t moan out like you need to. You just blink at him. He smirks, circling his thumb against the stiff nub and tells you, “I can just imagine you, sitting at your desk, playing with your nipples over your shirt while you think about me. Impure thoughts, about me defiling you..”

You gasp as he pinches it, looking up at you with dark eyes, “What would Sister Agnes say if she saw me do this?”

He grabs your jaw, holds your mouth open and spits into your eager mouth. You hum as you close your lips and swallow, then dart your tongue out to lick up what didn’t land in your mouth. The filthy action has your cunt pulsing and you can’t help but rock your hips against him.

“And what would she say about how much you fucking like it?” He groans, moving his hand around to spank you. “God, you’re such a filthy little slut. I’ve done a good job, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, arching your back, “I’m your filthy slut.”

“Mhm,” he purrs, “all mine. Think you deserve to have my cock?”

“Please,” you beg, clenching around nothing as you pathetically bounce in his lap. “Need it so bad it hurts.”

Billy exhales, “Fuck, you drive me crazy. I need it too. Wanna taste you.”

You flush, cheeks swell with your flattered smile as you dip your head into the crook of his neck. He laughs, the sound sparking even more desire through your body as he rubs the small of your back.

“So shy,” he notes and turns to kiss your temple, “Let’s get into the back, yeah?”

You don’t hesitate, carefully lifting yourself from his lap before climbing back into the seat behind, laying on your back as you watch him eagerly follow. He settles between your legs, hand on the back of your thigh as he kisses you hungrily. You kiss back with fervor, though you want nothing more than his mouth between your thighs. Your clit aches with it, kissing him deep and messy. He grinds against you, jerking his hips as he growls against your mouth. He pulls back finally and kisses against your sore throat, grabbing your tit in his palm and squeezes as he licks your neck. He bites the skin and begins to suck and you let him for a beat before your better judgment clouds through.

“No marks where someone can see,” you remind him and he groans in frustration.

“Wanna mark you up so bad,” he complains, squeezing your tit again, “Want everyone to see what I do to you.”

You whine, rolling your hips up at him because fuck, you really want that too. Can’t help but imagine what the girls at school would say about you and what kind of trouble you’d get into but you’d be on severe lockdown and you cannot go long without seeing Billy so you pull on his hair and tell him, “I know… but I need you. I can’t deal with another month without seeing you. It’s too hard.”

“I know, baby,” he says against your skin, “Fucking went insane last time…”

You did too. It was so unbearable. And all you had was a Polaroid of Billy in a crop top. You’d been successful in coming to the photo but it was nothing like the real thing and you need his touch like you need air. “You can leave marks below the neck, anywhere no one will see.”

Billy pouts but his mouth descends, “Like here?”

His lips drag against your cleavage and you bite your lip, “Yeah…”

Teeth, pearly white ones, clasp around your nipple and you cry out, arching your back. He soothes the pain immediately, swirling his tongue around the stiff bud and you melt, the sensation shooting down to where you’re making a mess of your panties. And he’s got that quirk on his lips, smirk tugging the corners of them and Lord, forgive you, he’s the idol you admire most. At this point, you’re made in Billy’s image, not God’s. And you live to please him. He returns the favor better than the lord ever could.

His tongue broadly licks between your tits, down your stomach and he stops where your skirt rests on your waist. But he pulls it up, resting it on your tummy while his fingers hook into the waistband of your white panties. He bites onto the pale pink bow adorned at the center and starts peeling them down your thighs. You aide, pulling your legs up so he can get them off your ankles. He spreads your thighs and squeezes them in his grasp, eyes trained on your glistening cunt.

“So wet,” he purrs, dragging the pad of his fingertip through your slit, gathering the slick before sucking it into his mouth. He looks at you expectantly and the ritual begins.

Your fingers grasp your rosary and close your eyes as you whisper out the sacrament, “Lord, forgive me…”

Once the words leave your lips, his eager mouth meets your cunt and then you continue in a moan, “For I have sinned.”

He drags his tongues through your folds and you tug on your rosary, your own tongue heavy in your mouth. Billy’s mouth is sinful, so sinful as you continue, “my last confession was… four days ago…” a gasp, “for… premarital.. fuck—“

Billy laughs, breath tickling your folds but he keeps licking your pussy, fingers digging into your thighs.

“For premarital sex…” you whine, rolling your hips up against Billy’s face. “And I’m doing it again. I-I… god…”

His tongue lowers down to your entrance and he prods it so tenderly, makes your whole body shake as you confess, “I’m committing sin against my own body… again.”

Billy hums as he pulls back, rubbing his fingers against your whole as he begins his part, “God, the father of mercies, through the resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to Himself…” two digits slip into your eager hole, squelching with the motion as he keeps on, “and sent the Holy Spirit among us for forgiveness of sins…” Billy curls his fingers up, hitting that oh so tender spot deep inside, a moan spills from you. It’s loud, echos on your ears and makes your chest heave. Billy continues, “through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you,” he bends his head down and licks against your clit, pulling another moan from you. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

Once he’s finished, he gets his mouth back on you completely, sucking and licking against your clit almost feverishly. You have to fulfill your rest of the sacrament, spill out a prayer and this feels so blasphemous but so fucking hot. And you know Billy was also raised catholic by his necklace he always wears but you’re still always impressed by his perfect recital… every time.

“Fucking… Billy!” you cry out, pulling on his hair and he looks at you with almost judgmental eyes.

“Are you repenting or what?” he asks, raising an eyebrow before getting back to work on your cunt, hot mouth on your sensitive pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moan, arching your back, “I am… heartily sorry! Fuck….”

“You’re gonna have to repeat this whole confession again, the way you’re talking,” Billy notes, slowing the thrust of his fingers, “Behave. I don’t need to remind you, you’re talking to God.”

“I’m heartily sorry for having…” you gasp as he curls his fingers up, brushing against that beautiful spongy bit inside of you. You have to start over, “O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee…” he licks around your clit and you gasp out, “and I detest all my sins because I dread the loss of Heaven and the pains of Hell.” Maybe hells not so bad if Billy’s down there with you. He feels like heaven on earth as it is. Yet, this feels like an actual confession, but better, “But, most of all, because they have offended Thee, my God, Who art all good, and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy Grace, to confess my sins, to do penance, and to amend my life. Amen.”

When you get through it, he pulls his fingers out and looks at you lustily, “Your penance is cumming on my cock.”

He sits upright and pushes his jeans down, exposing his throbbing cock to you. You nod, hands grabbing your own chest as you eagerly await your penance. He pressed his tip against your hole, plunging in quickly and grabbing onto your rosary in his fist. The beads press against your windpipe as he pounds his cock in and out of you in quick succession. It’s glorious. It’s heaven; right here in the crowded backseat of the Camoro and for a beat, you believe you’re getting fucked by God. At least, Billy’s just as pretty as you imagined him.

Even if his face looks extremely animalic, teeth exposed in a snarl as he snaps his hips roughly against you. The swollen head of his cock hits your g-spot every time and the lack of oxygen from how tightly he’s grabbing the rosary helps your orgasm culminate. Billy’s the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen in your life and you cannot fathom a life without this. Without him. He grunts, sounds as animalistic as he looks while he drills his cock into you with reckless abandon.

“Billy!” you cry out, body seizing from the overwhelming sensation. You’ve thought about how maybe the way your body reacts to him as similarly to demonic possession but you’ve seen people speaking in tongues, coming from God and you think that’s what billy’s doing to you.

“Come on, baby,” he seethes, tugging on the rosary, “Show God just how sorry you are.”

Billy rocks his body into yours, lowering his mouth to yours. He attacks your lips with his own, biting and sucking on your lips as he quickens his pace. The way he’s thrusting into you rocks your body, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he easily pulls your orgasm out of you. The pleasure is white hot, causing a scream to rip out of your throat while you thrash against him, coating his cock in the fruits of your pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, stroking his thumb against your cheek, “That’s a good girl, cum for me.”

You yelp, scratching down his back while the waves of pure, blissful pleasure rush through you. “Ah! Billy!!! Yes!!!”

He pumps his hips quickly, grabbing onto your hips tightly, no doubt leaving bruises in his wake as he fucks you brutally. There’s a sharp sensation deep in you, makes you spout ecstasy riddled cries as he drags out your orgasm. He waits until you relax, the tenseness disappears and he pulls his dick out, inches up your body and presses the tip of his cock against your lips. You wrap them around the head and suck as hard as you can, swallowing his load for the second time that night.

“Such a good little sinner,” he heaves, combing his fingers through your hair and it’s… amazing. His words make you feel so naughty in the best way. God loves sinners but Billy loves them more.

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Lips Like Sugar

Summary: Ari only had one choice, and you were made for him.

Pairings: Fae King!Ari Levinson X Fae!Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, faerie curses, size kink, objectification, being held in captivity, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Looking up at the moon, the old hag continues her journey through the dense forest. Things were almost ripe. They were finally aligning. Her feet trudge through the damp fallen leaves, creating an eerie stomp and drag. While everyone else was celebrating the Summer King’s birthday, she was completing her life’s work.

No longer will she be overlooked as a crazy loon. Her grandmother had set a beautiful plan into motion, and it was nearly complete. This was the last blood moon before you were ready.

Bending over the creek side, she drops a crystal into the dark water, before scooping up a bit of liquid, and begins her trek back to her cottage. You would be ready, and you would be his undoing. Perfectly formed and bred to be his greatest weakness. Someone he couldn’t say no to.

Hearing the creek of the door, you scurry back in your cage. Eyes shimmering as you look up at her, “You’re almost ready my sweet nymph. Drink it.”

“No,” you whine, shaking your head. “I don’t want to. He’ll hurt me.”

“He won’t hurt you. Sure he’s a king, and you are such a small little nymph, but this is what you were designed for. Drink it.”

“I don’t want to,” you whisper, pulling your knees up to your chest. “Don’t make me do this.”

“It’s already done, my child. By the time the sun comes up the king will be so drunk off summer wine, and human pussy he won’t even think straight. All you need to do is be seen. I assure you, Ari will take care of the rest. He doesn’t have a choice. He’ll know. Drink. It.”

“Please, don’t make me do this.”

“It’s already done,” she croaks out as her hand slips through your cage. “Don’t you want to get out of here? Live in the sun? There are worse faerie kings that could be fucking you.”

“Ari,” a squeaky voice screams in his ear. Ari’s naked body rolls over on the bed, groaning. “Ari! It’s the first day of summer!”

“I know. I’m summer embodiment,” he pulls his covers up around his face as a few bodies clamor out of his bed. “Nothing happened.”

“Nothing is going to happen. They are human. They can’t change anything. Get out,” Ari smacks at the little sprite, but he still stands there. “Ari, it is my duty to get the king out on the first day of summer. It is your job to be seen, and this birthday is different.”

“Yes, a cruel and unusual curse,” Ari sits up in his bed, glaring at the sprite. His little friend hands him a pair of pants to cover himself up, but Ari walks over to the window completely nude. “I will die today if I don’t fuck the right faerie. Sounds like a fair trade off.”

“Yes, and you’ve made sure to stick your cock in every living thing in the glade.”

“And still this mysterious curse looms over my head. I am to believe that pussy will be my downfall. I have literally fucked every fae in Collingswood, and still my sun mark hasn’t fully filled in. The only fae I haven’t fucked is you, Pip.”

“Oh. No. No, I don’t think my ass is your ticket to fully becoming summer. I think that you need to listen to the curse. You are to go by the creek bed. Let her come to you. And then…”

“Make her come on me. Over and over again. Isn’t that what I do? Stretch them out, ruin them for other cock, and selfishly send them back to the human realm always longing for the golden cock of summer?” Pip rolls his eyes, starting to walk out of Ari’s sleeping quarters. Ari ever the arrogant asshole.

“You always were full of yourself.”

“Humans were always addicted to me.”

“Because they’re human. You’re not special. They can be addicted to anyone of us. The one to save you is not a human. That is something you know. Fine, lay in here, and drown in your covers. Die on your birthday while Fala takes charge of the glade. It’s what I would do if I were a coward. Imagine being scared to fuck someone,” Pip slams the door to Ari’s room, and the fae king looks at his discarded pants.

He wasn’t scared. He was tired. Who knew that sex for thousands of years could make one tired. Grunting, he grabs up his bottoms, and walks out into the forest. By the creek he would wait.

Ari tosses a rock into the creek before laying back down on the mossy ground. This was boring. This would be his deathbed. Right by the water. Everyone would know that he didn’t rise to his full capacity, and died because of some ridiculous curse. A curse that didn’t even make sense.

A twinkle of a giggle has him jolting up quickly, and there you are, sitting on a rock, bathing in the creek. Your laughter was like music, and your skin glimmered in the sunlight. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you before,” he calls out to you.

Taking a deep gulp, you look back to the water, “You wouldn’t,” no one but Fala and her family had ever seen you.

Ari had never seen anyone more beautiful than you. The embodiment of sexual desire. Much smaller than his normal fae of choice. The way he could have you twisted, and manipulated to suit his sexual needs has his head spinning. And your wings were intact. No fraying on the edges. “You don’t travel much?”

“No,” even the simplest of words had your voice ringing in his ear like that most beautiful symphony, and he finds his body pulling him closer to you.

“Where did you come from?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” he didn’t even care where you came from. Every part of his body was begging to have you. It needed you. “Who are you?”

“The King of Summer,” you didn’t even seem impressed, and didn’t reach for his hand as he tries to pull you out of the water. “I can command you to do anything.”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” you have never been given a choice of the matter. Everything you did was because someone wanted you to. He could command you by more than words. Ari was gigantic. Towering over you. Thick cords of muscle over every inch of him. You squeeze your thighs together, dreading the inevitable. Your body ached, and craved him, and it was preparing itself to take his wide self.

“What is your name?”

“You can call me, Nymph.”

“That is your title. And you wear it well,” his eyes trace over every inch of your curves. While he embodied summer, you were the epitome of sexual desire. “What is your name?”

“I’m the only Nymph in the glade. You can call me what my maker did. Nymph,” Ari blows out a puff of air, and you whimper. Having to look away from him quickly.

“What’s wrong, Nymph?”

“It hurts,” you struggle to breathe as your arms wrap around your stomach. “Please?” This isn’t at all what you thought it would feel like. You had lived your whole life in a cage, knowing that you were created to be Ari’s cocksleeve. What had once disgusted you, now was needing Ari. Your body screams for his touch, but your brain doesn't want to ruin someone’s life.

“Please, my King,” Ari’s eyes roll in the back of his head at the sound of your pitiful voice. He didn’t even know exactly what you were begging for. Tiny little thing, shivering in the freezing creek, and needing her king. “Ari, it hurts.”

“What hurts?” You point between your legs, and Ari’s mouth turns up in a crooked grin. It was you. The one that would allow him to fully be summer. To hold the entire light of summer in his body. “Oh, sweet Nymph, what would make you feel better?”

“I think…ow,” holding your stomach tighter, you have to look away from him. There was only one thing that would take away this pain, and it was the one thing you swore you would never do. “Ow…Ari!”

He didn’t even recognize that he had never even given you his name. He was just as needy for you as you are for him. Watching as your body starts grinding on the rock, trying to get a relief that will only come by his touch. “Ari!”

“You have to tell me what you need,” he is mesmerized watching your desperate little body. Trying to put into words what you are feeling. Whether the pain was too much or you are too embarrassed he didn’t know. You scream out his name again, spreading your legs apart, and it’s then he realizes that your hair was the only thing covering yourself from him.

He couldn’t think straight. Didn’t realize that this was indeed a trap to lure him to you. Couldn’t fathom how this seemed so perfectly placed. But your tight little virgin cunt was trembling. “Nymph?”

“I need you. Need you to…don’t hurt me though.”

“What was that? I think you forgot some words,” Ari is an experienced man, and judging by the giant bulge in his pants, he was going to destroy you. “Nymph I need you to…”

“Fuck me! Fuck away this pain!”

Pushing his pants down, his thick member springs to life. Veiny and leaking precum, and you screech. It was going to hurt. His tremendous hands grab your legs and arms at the same time. Keeping you unable to move or get away if you wanted to. And you did not. He stares at your weeping cunt, bringing you right up to his face as he watches your core throb and plead for relief.

“That is a tight little cunt. Are you a virgin?” He asks, licking up your slit. The sweetest dessert was right in between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whimper. There was no way to get comfortable. Ari was going to have you however he wanted. He spits at your opening, bringing you down to his waist. “It’s going to hurt.”

“Yes, my sweet, Nymph. It’s going to hurt a great deal. But don’t worry, I always make it fit. But if the curse is correct, that tight little hole was made just for my enjoyment. You’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to being used.”

“Exactly,” he moans, starting to press your channel over his tip. “You’re mine. Say it. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” your voice shakes as he pushes through your entrance. You hiss. It hurt, but the relief was immediate. Warmth moves through your body, as he lowers you over him. Gaping your hole wide before your balls deep, and chirping at the sensation. “Ahh!” A cry of pleasured pain echoes through the forest.

Ari stares at where the two of you connect, grunting at just how good your tiny little self took him. A tunneled bump on your stomach showing exactly where he was deeply rooted in you. “Holy fuck,” he pants out. Power fills him up as the comfort flows through your veins.

You stare at his chest as his sun mark starts to deepen. “Fuck. Me,” he had to finish it. He couldn’t just stand there, holding you on his cock like you were some ornament for his dick.

“Use. Me,” he is frozen. Allowing his body to be taken by summer, but also by you. His pretty little nymph. He wouldn’t be dying. Not today.

“I’m. Yours,” you mewl, and his eyes snap back into focus. “Ari, I’m yours.”

He lifts your body off before slamming you over his cock. Using you as a personal sex toy. He could throw you, and lift you like you were the weight of a leaf. Tiny in comparison to him. His motions are hard and fast, and you have never felt more satisfied. Your life’s work was complete as he makes you go dumb with pleasure.

“That’s right! I’m the fucking king! This is my pussy! Mine!” He screams to whatever fae is around. Everyone had seen him fucking before, but never you. Never saw his body gulp the warmth of summer in its veins. Had never witnessed a man become weak over a woman like this.

“Mine!” He grunts out, eyes on yours. “Mine!” He is possessive. Letting the forest know you only belonged to him. You are the reason that he was coming into power. “Mine!”

He still wasn’t saying the words, and you fear you will be nothing more than wet skin for him. “My Queen!” And there it was.

Fala’s haunting words whisper into your mind as euphoria overtakes your body, “It’s simple really. I control you. I am your maker. Ari controls you, he is your king. But…should you become Queen, he has a weakness. I then control you both. And I will get my revenge.”

“Ari! Ari!” You scream into the woods as your eyes go blank. Nothing had ever felt better. Nothing will ever feel better. You were his. And he is yours. Ari growls up to the canopy as he empties his load into your stretched hole. His cream starts leaking down his thighs because your body just couldn’t handle anymore. Just not now. He still had some stretching to you.

“I control you both,” Fala whispers as she heads back to her cottage. “I control them both.”

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