#princess crescent crescendo

[askmidnightspell]

Crescent Crescendo ask) Would you like to get married ?

[ask-crescent-crescendo]

Have you ever wished to live more like other ponies, instead of the Royal life you were raised in?

But I wouldn't change my life or family, of course not- but it would be nice to feel more like everypony else-

[ask-healthy-light]

Simple doodle of Princess Crescent Crescendo ^^

@ask-crescent-crescendo @mewskylar

[manechesters-finest]

Crescent Crescendo Ask) Hey Lucky Swirl how have you and Larva been since Twila's Coronation ? And will you take any more foster children one day Lucky ?

As for taking on more foster foals? Well...I suppose that depends on a number of things, but....I think I would like to again, someday, if I can!

Ask from and featuring @ask-crescent-crescendo!

((Really sorry this art looks so bad, my art skills went and died right as I got the motivation to bring back another blog... e_e

Lovely timing there, lads.))

[ask-princess-lilly]

Crescent Crescendo: How are you ? *She smile's at the filly*

Nice to see you around again!

[painttasticpony]

OK EVERYONE, HERE IT IS

i’m so sorry it took so long  😭

I hope I got everyone that applied for it

breathes in

now for the @s

@sistr-world @unlocktheaskblog @asktwilighteclipse @derpyhoovesdeliveryservice @askbananapie @pocketdoesart @ask-bulk @ask-new-world @ask-shutter-ghost @asklostcelestia @trixielawyer @a-spoonful-o-generosity @whirlwindflux @duran301 @askbestpony @thedumbguywithaheart43 @askdrunktwilight @ask-princess-lilly @theblackcubeofdarkness @ask-crescent-crescendo @askcheesela @ask-space-race-mod @vaderssolace @ask-the-out-buck-pony @foodielovetheaclicorn @ditzydolores @drem0raman @askvaudeville @ cameronsstupidblog @ask-the-runaway-queen @utab-who-are-you @unlock-the-ask-blog-dark-mode @ask-sunny-drop @utab-reflections

[askcheesela]

Hi ! I’m Cotton Cloud or Cheesela as a couple ponies call me and I’m a 10 year old Alicorn filly that lives in an orphanage, but anyway, you can ask me whatever you want to and I’ll try to answer it when I can ! ^^

Please don’t send me RP question’s or inappropriate questions!

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Run by @mewskylar

Other blog is @ask-crescent-crescendo

Based on old posts from and inspired by @twila-bloggin

Related Blogs not run by me are @twila-bloggin @larvas-lair @manechesters-finest @ask-princess-lilly @ask-princess-skyla 

[djarrex]

In Bloom

Captain Rex x f!Reader

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@rowansparrow saw it first. It's been too long since I've written for Rex ok and this came to me this morning so I had to :') This may or may not be inspired by one of the AUs Ro and I have been discussing

Explicit | 18+ only | about 570 words | unprotected piv intercourse, creampie, brief oral (f receiving)

"Fuck... that- that feels good, Rex."

His lips curl up at one corner - running his warm palms up and down your sides and passing over your breasts before securing them in place on your hips once again. With his knees planted on the bed and thick, firm thighs parted and holding you spread open, he rocks into you, precise and unhurried - the head of his cock angling down as it breaches you again and again and again -

"Yeah?" he confirms in a soft groan - ungluing his eyes from your blown-out ones, raking over your bare, pushed-out chest and landing to where he's steadily disappearing into you. "You always take me so, so well, Princess. The way your pretty labia blossoms around me - fuck - "

You whimper at that - tilting your head up to watch what he is so taken by.

Rex's one hand then glides along your waist to lay flat just below your navel, relishing the feeling of your soft skin under his palm give and protrude with each pierce - his wide thumb extended and the rough pad of it resting unmoving against your clit. He hums again, more gravelly now, and he picks up the pace - unable to maintain this languid rhythm. He watches the way your lashes flutter and eyes roll to the back of your head and how your mouth falls open as he suddenly presses at the nub beneath his thickest digit - the pressure in your core a rapidly approaching crescendo.

"Rex..."

He doesn't verbally respond, only offering a quickened dance of his thumb, knowing that you simply like to speak his name in that way - that drawn-out, breathy way - when you've ascended almost all the way to your peak. Your toes begin to curl and you grasp the offending hand sitting heavy against your mound - nails digging shallow crescents into his calloused skin.

You chant his name in a whisper between quickening pants.

"Rex...Rex...Rex...Rex..."

Once again, his eyes lock on to where you bloom for him - his dark brows pinched in concentration and lips parted.

"The most - aaaagh - beautiful flower I've ever seen."

Rex's cock swells then erupts into you, filling your convulsing cunt with everything his body has to offer. He stills - fully sheathed inside of you. You let out a weak laugh, dropping your head to the pillow beneath and absently brushing your thumb against his wrist bone of the hand that's still holding you tight. When he slides out of you, the squeeze of your vaginal muscles is almost immediate - the thick mixture of your combined releases dribbling from you and sliding down along your swollen tissue before landing on the sheets.

Sitting back on his haunches and running his tongue across his teeth and bottom lip, Rex chuckles.

Before you have a moment to react, he's readjusting his position on the bed - face hovering just before the apex of your thighs. His warm breath and the heat from your cunt radiates into one another - mingling within the small space between the two. Your head lifts and you watch him through hooded lids as his tongue - his glorious, skilled, fantastic fucking tongue - extends to prod right where his cock had just made a delightful mess of you.

"The prettiest flower in all the galaxy bears the sweetest nectar," Rex murmurs into you.

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me, not adding tags this time

[blkbaeri]

Rich Sex- Fem! Mammon x GN! Reader

A Fem! Mammon x GN! Reader Smut

Inspired by: Banana Klip by Bali Baby.

Content: Cunnilingus, Finger Fucking, Face Riding, Money Play, Dirty Talk, Sugar Daddy/Mommy x Sugar Baby, Mammon being Mammon, Mention of MC having a cock--can be real or plastic.

"Ah, fuck..." Mammon moaned out, entranced by the way you toyed with her clit, her pussy pulsing around your fingers.

"You like that, hm?" You whispered into her ear.

Your bank statement for the past month had came in, showing you had made a profit of 3 million Grimm from your business selling antique, cursed objects to the Devildom elite. You took your favorite sugar baby on a shopping spree, dressing her in designer, just so you could strip it off her later when you fucked her stupid.

Mammon loved it when you spoiled her. It made her feel like a princess--like the only person in all three realms. Though she never would admit it, she got extremely horny watching you buy stuff for her, spending your money like it was nothing. Watching you carelessly hand your black card over to an attendant, only to glance back at her with a small smirk on your lips and say, "You enjoying yourself, baby?" made her wetter than the ocean.

It's how she ended up on your bed, her newly bought clothes strewn across the dark oak flooring, with two of your fingers pumping into her as one of them massaged her sensitive nub. You could feel her begin to reach her peak, and you weren't going to let her come on your fingers. You wanted to taste her.

You removed your hand from her wanton pussy, and she whimpered in desperation, only for the whimper to crescendo into a sinful squeal of a moan as you put your mouth on her clit and sucked gently. Your hands gripped her tawny thighs, your nails leaving slight crescents in the plush of her skin, as you devoured her ravenously. Your tongue flicked from her clit to her hole repeatedly, enjoying the way the taste of her pussy stayed on your taste buds. You craved more.

You moved yourself from your position eating her out, her hips trying to chase the movement of your head.

"Sit on my face, Mammon." You directed her as you laid down on the bed, patting your face for emphasis.

"B-but, I, um... you won't be able to breathe." Mammon blushed at your proposition, worried for how you would fare under her weight.

You quirked an eyebrow. "It's the way I don't give a fuck. Now, come sit before I decide you don't get to cum after all."

You didn't have to tell her twice. Mammon immediately crawled over and planted her pussy on your mouth, your nose buried deep into her curly white pubes. She began slowly rocking her hips, enjoying the way your tongue could reach deeper into her cunt. You grabbed her hips and encouraged her to move faster. You needed her to come undone at least once before you ruin her pussy with your cock.

You could feel her movements become more desperate as she rode your face, her clit brushing against your top lip each time her hips bucked forward. She was enthralled by the way your tongue tasted every single part of her cunt--the way you collected every drop of her wetness.

It wasn't long before she came on your face, hips stuttering and legs twitching in pleasure. She pushed herself off and landed next to you on the bed. She grabbed your chin and kissed you feverishly, tasting herself on your mouth.

Once she pulled away, you began to prepare yourself to fuck her, grabbing some lube to make the process of sliding your dick into her a much less arduous task. You positioned yourself in front of her hole, ready to sink into her, until you had an idea. You scrambled off the bed to grab your wallet off the nightstand, and pulled a wad of human realm cash out. The colorful bills caught Mammon's eye, and she was too distracted by the money in your hands to notice you lining up with her pussy and sliding in.

"Shit! A-ahn.. hah... Why didn't ya warn me?!" Mammon moaned as you began rocking into her with one hand steady on her hip, her leg wrapped around your torso, and the other hand holding the cash infront of her face.

"You like the look of these bills, huh, baby?" You smirked as you began pounding into her with more force.

"Y-yeah I- Fuh- hah~ do, baby. I dooo." She whined, weakly trying to reach for the money as she relished in the feeling of the ridges of your cock gliding against her walls.

"Look at you. Such a little slut for some change. You want me to give it to you?" You taunted her, waving the stack in her face at the same pace you're fucking her at.

"Give it to meeee!" Mammon pouted, which soon turned into a moan as the tip of your cock grazed her g-spot.

After finding the spot, you began abusing it, pushing your dick in that direction for every thrust. She moaned louder, her eyes tearing and closing in pleasure. She was still trying for the momey, though, which would've made you laugh if you weren't focusing all your energy into making her cum.

You rubbed the bills over her pert nipples, making the umber buds harden further. You could tell she was about to cum, and you wanted to give attention to her entire body. She deserved it after all.

Her pants got heavier as she felt the money splayed across her tit, keening at the way the crisp bills smoothly stroked her bud. She looked to you, and in that moment, she knew she was done for. She saw you open your mouth, and you questioned:

"Does making money make that pussy wet?"

"YES! Oh, yes it does, it does, it doesss- OH, FUCK!" Mammon screamed, her orgasm coming over her like a tidal wave.

Her entire body spasmed over your cock as you fucked her through her orgasm, her juices spilling out of her pussy when you removed your cock from her hole. You leaned down to give her a sweet kiss, and she gently returned it. You placed the cash in her hands, letting her feel the money for herself. She smiled at you cutely, and you couldn't help but to compliment her.

"Aren't you beautiful?" You smiled at her cheekily as you say back on your haunches.

"Sh-shut up!" Mammon hissed at you before rolling onto her side, counting the bills in her hand.

"Baby, we need to clean up."

"...24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29... You pulled out 29 one-hundred dollar bills, just so you could watch me beg for it as you fucked me?" Mammon ignored your statement, instead focusing on the fact that you were fucking her all the while holding $2900 in your hands.

"Yes, I did. And there's more where that cane from if you come clean up with me rig-" You didn't get a chance to finish your sentence as you saw bare ass cheeks sprint to your bathroom to ready the shower.

"Well, hurry up! I don't got all day, ya know?" Mammon impatiently tapped her foot against the heated marble flooring, waiting for you to go and shower with her.

You sighed. "Coming, Mammon."

[askmidnightspell]

Crescendo ask) Would you like to borrow some of my spell books ? They were given to me by Auntie Twilight, they're very good and helped me to learn a lot too !

I think I've got enough of my ow-

....

Auntie Twilight?

[ask-crescent-crescendo]

Crescent, what's your favorite fruit?

I love Apple's and Bananas, also peaches too- and others- Oh it's too hard to choose one !

(Cameo from @askbananapie !)

[funamustarlight]

Σ(゜д゜;) Dialo, Hanten, Rawberry, Samekichi, and Scor

Σ(゜д゜;) : Is your muse easily scared?

Dialo is basically a brick wall in terms of outwardly shown fear. That said, it’s possible to scare her, even if her expressions don’t let on. She’s about middle-of-the-road in terms of scare-ability.

More often than not, Hanten is the one doing the scaring. She prides herself on being more or less un-spookable. It would be very difficult to get her genuinely afraid, and even harder to get her to admit that in any meaningful way.

Rawberry’s sensibilities about what is supposed to be scary and what isn’t are incredibly skewed. She herself is inadvertently terrifying on occasion, so traditional methods of fear are entirely out of the question. It’s possible, and marginally easier than Hanten, but still exceedingly difficult.

Samekichi and Scor are essentially on the same level, so they get grouped together. Despite wanting to act tough and claim that they don’t scare easily, both of them are rather easy to shake with the right methods. They both get scared more than anyone else on this list, both because they’re easier to scare and life generally tends to throw scary things their way, such as Idate and Tsumuri respectively.

[honeyfelix]

𝕚 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕖

request: hi! can i request a softdom minho smut with virgin reader and lots of praise pls :(

“will it hurt?”

“it doesn’t have to,” minho assured you, entangling your fingers with his. “not if we go slow and make sure you feel good.”

you were nervous to tell minho that you’d never had sex before, but once you finally got up the courage, you wanted answers to all your questions.

it wasn’t a surprise to minho; he thought you might be a virgin from the way you always stopped short when you two were pressed together in his bed or he had a hand slipped under your shirt in the back of his car. it didn’t bother him - the most important thing to him was making sure you were ready. it would kill him to be the one who hurt you. he wanted you to remember the experience of your first time with only love.

with your bodies intertwined on his bed, you looked in his eyes and you knew it in the way everyone said you would. you loved him. you trusted him.

“i’m ready.”

minho blinked hard, not wanting to give away his surprise - or excitement.

“are you sure?”

“yes. i’m- i’m a little scared, but yes.”

“y/n.” minho leaned forward, taking your face into his hands and placing the softest kiss on the corner of your mouth. “i will never, ever hurt you.” a kiss to the other corner. “i love you.”

jesus christ, this love was intoxicating. your arms wrapped around minho, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. you wanted every part of him to be a part of you, to feel him closer.

“y/n-“

“yes?”

“show me how you like it. i want to make you feel good,” minho breathed against your lips.

“what- what do you mean?”

minho reluctantly pulled himself away from you, sitting at the end of the bed to look at you, perched against the pillows in just his t-shirt.

“have you touched yourself before?”

“wha- minho!”

he chuckled. “i just mean- if you know what you like, then you can show me, and i can make you feel good.” minho swept his hair out of his eyes. “but if you haven’t, it’s ok- we can try out different things.”

“no, i- i have.” you blushed and averted your eyes.

minho’s eyelids fluttered, his pupils dilating at the thought.

“can you show me?”

“i mean-“

“i can help you.”

minho crawled the few feet over to you, bringing his hands under your shirt to gently rub his thumbs on your hipbones, all the while kissing your lips.

your eyes were trained on him as he hooked his fingers around the hem of the t-shirt.

“up.”

you lifted your arms so that he could slowly pull the shirt up and over your shoulders, leaving your chest bare and your lace panties exposed.

instinctively, you crossed your arms to cover your chest, but minho caught your hands halfway there. he leaned into you, bringing his lips to your left nipple, tonguing it once before gently sucking.

the rising and falling of your chest slowed as your breaths grew shallow, nerves relaxing beneath his touch. once he felt that you had calmed, he detangled his right hand from yours to palm your right breast, swiping his thumb across your nipple to make it stand at attention for him. your back arched to push your chest into his touch, and he smiled against your skin. your body made it easy for him to read the signs of your pleasure.

his mouth moved to kiss your right nipple, and then placed another kiss between your breasts, gently sucking to leave the faintest mark. his lips travelled down, leaving a path of fluttering kisses and tiny kitten licks.

when he reached the hem of your panties, he stilled himself to just breathe on the sensitive skin below your navel, above your waistband. your fingers tingled with pent up energy - you wanted to touch him, to tangle your fingers in his hair, to hold him still and take a moment to breathe as your nerves started to prickle once again - you weren’t quite sure, but you kept your hands at your sides. you trusted him.

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties.

“y/n.” your head snapped back up from where it had rolled back in pleasure. “you ok, baby?”

you swallowed, then slowly nodded.

“don’t forget - you’re always in control.”

minho slowly began to peel your panties off of your body. he leaned back, letting you bend your knees and point your toes so he could slip the panties off your legs. he returned, pressing a kiss to your hip bone, then to your inner thigh. he placed one last delicate kiss just above your heat, raising goosebumps across your skin.

then, he brought one hand to grasp your wrist, lifting and kissing your palm.

“baby,” minho whispered, then draping your hand onto your wet core. “can you show me?”

he leaned back onto his knees, letting his eyes dance all over your now bare body. you squeezed your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. you felt so vulnerable with his gaze on you, but you also felt so incredibly turned on knowing that the sight of you was driving him crazy, his eyes becoming glassy and a tent growing in his sweatpants.

spread before him, you couldn’t hide the wetness that was seeping from your heat, dampening your fingers that minho had so delicately placed on you. he was already making you feel so good and he’d barely touched you. now it was time to show him just how good.

you gulped, and then began to slide your fingers up and down through your folds.

“fuck. that’s so good, baby.”

this was so much hotter than minho had bargained for. worshipping every inch of your beautiful body had already sent blood rushing through his veins, centering in his twitching cock. but the sight of your fingers exploring your soaking pussy was entirely too much. he balled his fists, white knuckling to hold himself back from reaching out and touching you.

your head fell back onto the pillows as your mouth just slightly fell open. you brought just your index finger up, first tapping it gently on your clit to locate the sensitive spot, and then began to rub slow circles. a soft moan fell from your lips at the sudden shock of pleasure that rippled all the way through you.

with your lids falling shut, you couldn’t see the way minho’s eyes were growing hungrier for you, studying your careful movements to learn exactly the way you liked to be touched. he exhaled sharply when your index finger drifted down from your clit to tease your entrance, gathering just a bit of wetness. slowly, your finger just barely began to dip into you. you left it halfway in for a moment, breathing into the feeling of the slight stretch. with another breath, you fully entered yourself, curving your finger upward to skim your sweet spot. you let out a stuttered whimper at the feeling, then slowly began to pump your finger in and out to replicate the shockwaves of pleasure. with each gentle thrust, your palm brushed your clit, starting to overwhelm your senses with the simultaneous stimulation.

your eyes popped open when minho grabbed your wrist, pulling your finger out and bringing it into his mouth to taste you, making you moan at the sight as your pussy clenched around nothing.

“you’re so beautiful when you’re touching yourself for me, princess. i love watching you make yourself feel good.”

he pressed a kiss to your sensitive clit, sucking it into his mouth and letting it go with a wet pop.

“and you taste so good. i can’t wait to have you, baby. are you ready?”

your eyes were hazy with pleasure, but your thoughts were clear. “yes, please minho. i’m ready.”

he groaned, sending vibrations through your heat. “you gonna let me take the lead, baby?” he slipped his cock out from his sweatpants, the tip slick with precum. “we’ll go slow. i’ll make you feel good.”

minho brought his hands up to either side your head, bringing your faces just inches from each other. he brought one hand down to align his cock with your entrance and control his speed.

“breathe, princess. tell me if i’m hurting you.”

he slipped the head of his cock up and down your cunt, gathering your wetness and brushing past your clit. then, with a soft sigh, he pushed the tip past your folds.

all your muscles suddenly clenched at the entry, your hands flying to his shoulders. your nails dug crescent moons into his skin.

“y/n, baby, are you ok?”

“yes, i-“ you closed your eyes and breathed deeply, softening your grip on his shoulders. “it just feels so big.”

“i know, baby. you’re doing so, so good.” he kept his hips still, bringing his head down to kiss your forehead. “i’m gonna go slow. stop me if you need to - you’re in control.”

you nodded, relaxing your hands to just rest them on his chest. the initial stretch of the widest point of his tip had settled, and minho could feel the pressure relieving around him.

painstakingly slowly, minho shifted his hips, sliding his cock into you. your mouth fell open, first in a silent scream and then letting a choked moan escape as your wetness allowed him to bottom out inside of you.

buried in your heat, minho pressed kisses all over your open mouth.

“so beautiful, baby, taking me so well. you feel so tight around me, so wet,” minho whispered between kisses. he brought his lips to your ear, first gently biting the lobe and then resting at the shell of your ear. “does it feel good, princess? do you like my cock inside you?”

you did - you felt so, so full, minho’s length pressing hard against your most sensitive spot in a way your fingers never could.

“yes- fuck, minho you feel so good inside me. please- please move.”

“baby, you want me to fuck you?”

at that, you could only emit a whine.

“you’re so hot, princess. look at me while i fuck you, i want to see your pretty face while i make you feel good.”

minho had watched closely while you touched yourself, so he knew you liked it slow. accordingly, he restrained himself from pounding you - it felt better to pleasure you the way you liked. he slid himself out of you nearly all the way, then slowly back in.

as he repeated the steady rhythm, he watched your body begin to react - sweat bloomed just above your brow, your bottom lip was trapped between your teeth, and your shallow breaths crescendoed into whimpers.

your heat was unbelievably tight around minho’s cock, your warmth bringing him to the edge fast. emulating the way you had pleasured yourself, helifted his right index finger, bringing it to your clit to rub slow, careful circles around the perimeter. the sudden sensation forced your back into a strained arch, your toes curling as your chest pressed flush to minho’s with your hard nipples stimulated against his skin.

every inch of you was on fire, and it felt as if all your muscles were growing impossibly tighter. your core clenched erratically around minho as it felt like a firework had been set alight in the pit of your stomach.

“you feel so good, baby, you’re so tight around my cock. are you gonna come for me, princess?”

tears brimmed in your eyes as an orgasm more intense than any you’d ever felt threatened to tip over the edge.

“yes minho, i’m gonna-“

“come, baby. come for me.”

bright light shot across your vision as the firework in your stomach finally, finally exploded. your hands fisted the bedsheets as your head flew back, letting out rhythmic cries as minho continued to stroke in and out of you, the finger on your clit going still for you to grind against even as you grew oversensitive.

“that’s right baby, so, so beautiful- god you’re so good for me- can i come inside you?”

you’d been taking birth control, knowing this day was coming soon. as your high finally began to wane, you nodded quickly.

“y/n- fuck!”

as soon as you gave your affirmation, minho came hard and fast inside you, his thick cock pulsating to fill you with his come.

minho’s hips stuttering through the end of his climax. once he was finally empty, he collapsed on top of you with your chests pressed together, sweat slick between your skin.

“you are so, so incredible y/n. so good for me.”

you hummed and nuzzled into his neck, still floating in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“can we do it again?”

minho chuckled. “i’m glad you liked it, baby.” he propped himself up on his elbows, then kissed the top of your head. “you’re a natural, but let’s get you cleaned up - don’t want you getting too worn out.”

you huffed. “fine. but tomorrow, promise?”

minho smiled. 

“i promise.”

[ask-princess-lilly]

Crescent Crescendo Ask) Would you like to come to the Crystal Library with me ?

History section? Or how about the spellbooks?

[langdxn]

Sis I am here watching the hotel yet again and I am at the scene where that poor religious dude is praying to the god and James is asking him does he think God will save him from his hammer and unf,that really should not be that hot damn it Evan!But yeah what I am saying is James and reader totally fucked all over every murder room this man built,against the kill chute,on the floor,with all that equipment he has for killing,they used all of it but for very different type of death

UNFF James is sinfully perfect, isn’t he? The thought of him using his hotel’s devices for sex shouldn’t be quite so tempting...

“La petite mort,” James declared, a speculative tone rolling off his tongue with his usual eloquence. “The French have a certain flair for sexual descriptives, don’t you agree?”

“I... I don’t...” you stuttered weakly as James plowed relentlessly into you, his nails carving crescent trenches into your pelvis. The heel of your hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the chute where so many of his victims met their end.

“Of course you don’t understand, my dear,” he grunted between punishing thrusts, plunging every inch of his length into your aching cunt and depriving you of breath with every motion. “When you arrived at my hotel, you were but a sweet, innocent virgin, a stranger to the heights of ecstasy that a real man could provide.”

“I… I was,” your mutters echoed down the metallic slope ahead. One false move, one particularly disorienting rut of his hips, one accidental slip of your finger and you’d fall headfirst to your death. A swan dive into the pit below, lined only with bodies. Bodies of the last people who crossed the man who was currently balls deep inside you.

A hand ventured into your hair, weaving through your locks to pull you back, craning your neck to face him. James’ face appeared through your lust-blown haze like twisted metal, skewed with carnal fury. The way he snarled at you from beneath his brow suggested that, at this very moment, he saw you as nothing more than his prey.

“And what are you now, little dove?”

“Your… yours, James,” you moaned weakly, desperately gasping for air past the overriding hollow ache burning in your stomach.

“Yes, yes you are,” James sneered, his pencil moustache curling into a pout as he clenched his fist in your hair, rearing back for a powerful thrust. “You see, I have taken you in every corner of my dear Cortez. Every tool of destruction that I once used to terminate the lives of others, I have repurposed to pleasure you.”

With a sharp snap of his hips and an accomplished groan pouring from his tongue, your eyes journeyed to the ceiling and fluttered closed. Your grip on the ledge beneath you faltered, your fingers gradually losing the strength to curl around the precipice.

“I took your virginity at this very spot, didn’t I my darling?” James curled his thrusts to drive his tip roughly against your walls, the obscene cacophony of slapping skin echoing down to the cavernous chamber below. “Your innocence bowed to me right here. At the entrance to my finest architectural creation, I too created the most debauched and subservient of all my designs.”

Your elbows gave way beneath you, surging you further forward into the dark abyss of the chute to rely solely on the hook of your thumbs over the brass edge. James refused to relent, noticing your failings but instead revelling in them with a sadistic cackle accompanying every piston of his hips.

“This hotel and I became your making, my beautiful princess, you would do well to remember it.”

Feeling your cunt tense tightly around him, James’ pace intensified with every plunge of his cock into your walls reaching deeper inside you than he had ever been before. With one devastating thrust, your hands slipped free of the chute edge and sent you lurching forward. A strangled scream burst free, a crippling shiver coursing down your spine alongside your orgastic crescendo.

Before your momentum tumbled you into the chute, James’ grip on your pelvis tightened, yanking you back only to impale you deeper.

“Are you close to death, beloved?” James whispered through a sinister smirk, his own eyes journeying to the heavens with his own building climax.

“James— please,” you pleaded submissively with what felt like your last breath, your vision of the dark abyss before you fading to a crisp white.

“Let go for me, little hummingbird, let go.”

James’ encouragement sent you over the cliff edge of your orgasm, your walls pulsing and quivering around him only to usher his own climax, an animalistic moan slipping free as he pressed his chest to your spine and pulled you upright.

“Did you feel a little death, sweetheart?” James panted against your head, planting a breathlessly grateful kiss into the nape of your neck.

“Of course, James,” you cooed, melting into his hold as his arms snaked around your waist. “The same death as when you killed me on my first night here.”

[cometkov]

EDITH NOX SNIPPET

here’s a snippet of an interaction between Edith and Noemi I quite enjoyed writing. it’s a little longer than usual, but enjoy!!

word count: 1488

I buried my face into Noemi's chest, knowing it would dampen his shirt, but too broken to worry. Sobs racked my chest; he soothed each one with small, circular motions over my back. For the first time in a while, I felt at home. But the thought of Abricot only made my heart ache more, and I found myself overcome by another desperate cry.

"It's okay, Edith." His voice was tender, like slicing into warm apple pie. The brown sugar-cinnamon coaxed a little calm out of me. "Let it all out. Let it go." And I did. Slowly, the sorrow that had wormed its way into the deepest cavities of my heart, found its way out.

A sheet of silence wrapped around us as my whimpers softened. Soon, all that was left was blots of tears on Noemi's shirt and sticky trails of dried salt on my cheeks. I took a deep breath before retreating out of the bubble of safety beneath his coat. "Thank you." I wiped stray globs of tears from my eyes, "And sorry about your shirt."

He waved my apology off. "This shirt has seen worse days. Remember when Perrie caught that nasty stomach bug and threw up all over me?"

I gaped at him, still swiping at my face. "No way."

He nodded, a bit mischievously.

"Oh my Fates, that's disgusting!" I shoved him playfully and he collapsed onto the bed in a fit of hysterical laughter. "You let me rub my face all over that! Why didn't you warn me?!"

"You looked in need of a hug! And I didn't tell you to go smear your face all over me! That one's on you."

"Ugh, that's gross." I groaned, flopping down next to him. "I can't believe you still wear that thing."

"I'll have you know this is a perfectly good shirt, minus the puke."

Laughter filled the room, invoking that same warm feeling of freshly baked pie, expect this time in my mouth and accompanied by an ooey-gooey caramel flavor. It was heavenly. But as our fit of giggles died down, a less jubilant taste took over.

"Noemi," I began, but was quickly cut off.

"That reminds me, someone came into the shop with this." He muscled his way off the bed, the cushioning so soft it was like quicksand, and wrestled with his bag until he pulled a dented cardboard box out with a childlike sense of triumph. His wings swayed, kicking up a slight wind as he handed it to me. "But I thought you would like it more than anyone else who might want to buy it."

I accepted it, although not without hesitance. Gifts were well and fine, but somehow, this felt different. The box had a slight weight to it, enough to make me set it down in my lap before continuing. "What is it?"

Noemi shrugged. "Open it."

So I did. Out slid a limp pile of material. It took the form of a jacket—not unlike the one the Beast had torn up in our previous encounter—as I pinched its sides and held it in the air to survey. The most notable difference was the color. This one was missing that emerald green sheen Momma had once called perfect for me. Instead, it was a deep, murky green. Something you'd find if you dove to the bottom of a marsh and pulled the first thing you felt from the mud. But truthfully, I didn't exactly feel very dazzling considering everything that had happened since Clementine’s death. Maybe it was the change of wardrobe I needed.

It slipped over my skin smoothly, as if had been made to sit on my shoulders. The silky layer stitched inside was a contrast to the rather textured outside. Ribbed cuffs hugged my wrists and an identically patterned collar chafed against my bare collarbone, as if prompting me to trace my neck in sign of the Fates. The pockets were deep enough to hold a variety of knick-knacks I collected on my many wanderings. "Thank you." My voice was soft with gratitude. Even if it felt like the world was against me, Noemi was there to swoop in and save me.

"Don't go ruining this one." He teased, trying to keep his voice light. His anxious wings and bitter flavor betrayed him. Don't go dying now, was what he really meant.

I was unable to meet his expectant stare. "I'll try not to."

He frowned. "Edith—"

"I know what you mean. You don't have to say it."

"Then you also know that I can't just accept an I'll try for an answer."

Crescent moons pricked my palms as I balled my hands into fists. "I have to do this, Noemi. I have to."

"Why?” He leaned toward me, searching for an explanation in my eyes. “This isn't your fight, Edith. You can come home and leave all this prophecy shit behind!"

“What happens then, if I go back to Abricot? How long does It follow me before someone else dies? Who does It kill next?" I inched closer as well, meeting his unwavering gaze with an even stronger one.

"Don't—"

"Me? You? Maybe someone who doesn't have anything to do with this whole mess. Maybe it'll get my moms, or Perrie!"

Noemi stiffened, his wings tensing at the thought of his little sister like that. I had hit him where it hurt the most, but he needed to understand. I had to make him understand.

"Don't you get it?! All those innocent people will die!"

"You were an innocent person, Edith." He insisted, still not backing down. "They stole that from you."

"Well I'm not so innocent anymore!" It poured out of me without warning, the complete and utter desperation to make it make sense. It sung sharply, like that of nails on a chalkboard. But the louder it got, the more it reminded me of knife on live flesh, the melody of writhing human beneath blade. The way Noemi pulled back at my outburst, I half-expected him to begin harmonizing with it. "You don't understand. You're never going to understand."

"Make me." He was resolute. Stubborn. Unmoving. But I barreling toward him at full speed, unable to stop and I really wished he would just jump out of the way already.

"No," I pressed my hands against my face, trying to force everything back under my skin. "No." I wasn’t sure if I was talking to myself or him.

"You're right about one thing, Edith. I don't understand. But you can show me what you can't say. It's like you always say, we can share the burden."

"No. Please, no." The music bled from my pores. It stained my clothes with clefs and consecutive crotchets and chords that contrasted so heavily I was barely able to tell there were any in the first place.

"Make me understand, or I won't let you do this. I'll stop you, no matter what it takes. I won't let you end up like the Princess."

The room wasn't big enough to hold the cacophony that crescendoed from my vocal chords. Memories were marched through my throat like wool at a loom, woven into the screeching that erupted from my mouth. It sounded like the sky being torn open, blood battering the Earth instead of rain. It sounded like the emptiness that existed between constellations and like diving into a bath of magma. Strawberry-blonde hair and holes where hearts should have been were suddenly just strings of incoherent words, vomiting from my mouth.

His eyes were haunted. For a moment, I didn't recognize him. Then his wings twitched and I was left with only a single words sailing past my lips, a whisper of magic still laced in my breath. "Noemi..."

My glasses had fallen off my face at one point or another and I was thankful I couldn't see his expression in its clarity. The fear, which had tripled, etched into his heart spoke for him.

"Noemi I...I'm...I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-I'm sorry." I made a reach for him, but he flung himself backwards, right off the bed. He had felt a piece of what I did. He was terrified. I had broken him. "I didn't mean to. I promise, I really didn't mean to. I got so caught up in myself. Oh Eden, I'm so sorry."

He picked himself up off the ground, chest heaving with unbridled panic. At a speed I didn't think possible with such bulky wings, he beelined to the door.

I couldn't let him go. He had to understand what a terrible mistake it all was. "Noemi, wait!"

He held a hand up, freezing me in place once again. It took him a moment to gain enough composure to speak. "Don't....don't die, Edith."

The door clicked behind him and I was alone.

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