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atrueneutral · 2 months

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"It was an insult to be ignored for so long!" Haarlep has so much cat energy. I can honestly picture them pushing (breakable) stuff off tables in retaliation for being ignored for too long while also making eye contact with Raphael the entire time.

"... and the infernal quill snapped." WHY IS THAT SO HOT?!?!?

"What was to happen if Raphael’s confrontation included an equally flustered, moaning, orgasming little mouse!" Now I really want to read a follow up piece following Raphael's perspective as he is torn between raging lust and just rage when he finds the little mouse desperate and moaning (maybe she even entreats Raphael for help idk - then Haarlep could be all, 'See? Don't say I never do anything for you, brat.').

[PART I] It was because of Korrilla’s constant reconnaissance that Raphael knew where his little mouse and her companions were hiding out and licking their wounds.

It was an encampment just outside of Rivington, and Raphael walked into it as if he owned the land and each little makeshift tent that was built upon it.

The vampire spawn was the first to notice his arrival.

“What the devil are you doing here?” His question, which had come out more with surprise than anger, caused other nearby members of the party to turn, look and see who the devil in question was.

Raphael’s eyes darted to count heads; everyone seemed to be accounted for, either standing beside their personal tent or waiting around for the late night dinner that was cooking over the fire.

Everyone was there - except for their mischievous wretch of a leader…

“I’d also like to know why you’re here, Raphael,” Mizora's pet said, stepping up with his hand on the hilt of his rapier.

The wizard was scrutinizing him from the fire as he stirred what smelled to be a stew of some kind, and Zariel’s rogue soldier was glaring at him from a distance.

He would ignore the rest.

“Where is she?” Raphael demanded of the vampire spawn; of them all, he had established a rapport with Astarion - established trust.

“She’s in her tent,” Astarion replied, staring at him sideways. “Said she wasn’t feeling well…”

“And which hovel is hers?”

Astarion took too long to decide what he wanted to say or do.

“I can deduce the answer on my own, but your assistance would make my visit shorter,” Raphael drawled.

“What do you want with Tav?” Mizora’s pet asked.

It was then that a stifled cry sounded out from elsewhere in the camp, and Raphael glanced at the vampire spawn with rage prickling under his skin.

“She’s ill, you say?” he inquired, knowing full well what ailed their leader. Then, to Mizora's pet, “I have business with her regarding the contract she signed, and I advise that you do not try to stop me from discussing matters with my client.”

With that, Raphael brushed past them and headed towards the source of the cry.

The tent was uniquely her; the exterior of the shelter was overflowing with a hodgepodge collection of stolen items ranging from useless to expensive. The lantern that would illuminate her area had been extinguished, and the canvas flap of the entrance was closed, but he could hear movement and strangled moans coming from inside.

She was not sleeping, or ill, and blood flowed to his cock.

Raphael was grateful most of her companions had, by now, gathered around the fire - likely to speculate what ‘business’ called him to their camp. To confirm his hunch, he could feel the gaze of a multitude of eyes at his back.

Raphael stepped to the tent’s entrance and ripped open the flap of his mouse’s tent without warning or care.

It was only a second, but the second was long enough for him to get a glimpse of her arched, spread legs and the fingers that pumped into her sex before her other hand slid out from underneath her tunic to frantically throw the blanket of her bedroll over herself.

The heady expression on her flushed features was quickly replaced with dawning recognition, and his mouse’s eyes widened.

The scent of her arousal permeated the tent, and a tent was rapidly being built in his breeches.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she whispered, startled by his unexpected appearance.

“What were you doing in my House?” Raphael challenged in return.

He inhaled her aroma as subtly (and deeply) as he could.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Raphael’s head tilted and his eyes bored into hers - doubting her ignorance when the repercussions of her tryst with his incubus were presently on display.

“Fine! I-” Her concession was interrupted when she bit her lip and choked down a moan. He could discern subtle movement underneath the blanket as her eyelids fluttered closed. “I was there… I wanted, ah - to see your House in person…”

“Are you fucking yourself as we speak?”

Her eyes opened and the sensuous look she gave him sent another wave of heat to his groin.

“No - that, mm, would be rude of me,” was his mouse’s brazen and breathless response.

Raphael entered the tent, flap closing behind him, and he tore the blanket away to find that his mouse was, unarguably, continuing to fuck herself while he was talking to her.

“What is the matter with you?” she shouted as quietly as she could while simultaneously pulling her glistening fingers out from her sex and clamping her legs closed. “And get out of my tent!”

“Oh, don’t stop on my account!” he retorted. “There’s no need for modesty when I could return to my House of Hope this very instant and look upon every inch of your body - it’s mine now.”

Her back arched as she was hit with what must have been a wave of pleasure. “Mm, well, I wouldn’t have - ah! Played around with Haarlep had I known this would happen - fuck!”

At this rate, he needed release just as much as she.

“Put your fingers back into your pretty little cunt,” he demanded, his voice becoming a lustful and low purr.

“No!” she exclaimed, indignant.

Vexing creature!

“You will do as I say, or I will go back out and tell your party the specifics of your situation - unless they already know?”

His mouse scowled. She slowly parted her legs and put her fingers back into her pretty-little-soaking-wet-cunt.

Raphael’s rage and reasoning for confronting her became consumed by lustful hunger; he was hypnotized - enraptured by the sight before him; his little mouse pleasuring herself with fingers that rhythmically disappeared into her, her body writhing and squirming with pert, hardened nipples that were visible through the thin material of her tunic, her face - the way her lips parted and the way her eyes stared into his with want…

“Mm, you’re still in my tent, Raphael…” she stated huskily.

Her scent overwhelmed his nostrils - his blood, already naturally hot, was on fire with desire.

His mouse bit back another cry as her slick fingers moved to the sensitive bud of her clit.

“My companions are going to talk…” Her eyes glanced at his crotch and traced the taut line that pushed against fabric. “Maybe a few of them will think we’re fucking.”

She was twisting him around her finger…

“Yes, I suppose they will,” he murmured as he watched her bite her lip and moan.

And he would let her.

“Do you want to fuck me, Raphael?”

His answer was automatic.

“Yes.”

She moaned again, as if his confirmation was something she had needed to hear.

“Since signing the contract, I’ve imagined you fucking me while you wear the Crown of Karsus on your head…”

A growl rumbled in his chest, and his fingers twitched while his cock yearned to ravage her.

Is that what she wanted? Did she want him to lose control? Did she want him to take her?

“Haarlep’s been teasing me for awhile,” his mouse said. “And I can’t seem to come by myself…”

His mouth was dry.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Little Mouse?”

“Yes,” was her automatic response. She looked delirious (delicious).

Raphael nearly came then and there.

Her fingers were back in her cunt.

“Beg me to fuck you, Little Mouse, and I may oblige.”

“Please, fuck me, Archdevil Supreme Raphael - end my agony.”

And he would! Nine Hells, the strength and willpower - the control it took to not throw himself upon her! But a change in setting was necessary. For all the times he envisioned this scenario, none of them included taking the object of his desire on her unwashed bedroll that lay in the dirt of her tent of stolen goods while her companions were lingering outside waiting for any excuse to attack.

“Get up,” he ordered huskily.

She frowned, blinking at him as she stilled her movements; her sex-addled mind did not comprehend his meaning.

“We are going to the Devil’s Den. Unless you would like me to take you in this hovel?” he asked sarcastically. “I’m sure it’s been a fantasy of your party's; to eat while hearing the bliss-filled, melodic sound of their leader coming undone by a devil.”

Realization lit up somewhere behind her eyes.

“No…”

“Come along, Little Mouse,” he said. His eyes lingered between her thighs before they traveled up her body to meet her needful gaze. “And I shall give you what you’ve long desired.”

What he’s long desired…

Not needing to be told twice, she stood on shaky legs whilst grabbing the breeches that had been cast aside and hastily put them on. She then found a piece of parchment from her pack, scribbled a note, and placed it upon her bedroll.

“I’ve let them know that you haven’t kidnapped me - that we’re…” In a single step, his mouse was before him. “‘Discussing business’ elsewhere...”

She snaked a hand around his neck and pulled his head down to meet hers.

They disappeared from the tent with a burst of fire and embers.

#off to the devil's den #yes there will be a part three #raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #bg3 #raphael x tav fanfiction #baldur’s gate 3 #answered #drabble

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 2 months

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Merthur fic/playlist!

So when I finally got back into fic writing back in early October (can't believe it's been that long!) I started out with this four-part Merthur fic (it's one continuous AU where each of the four parts tackles an event that should have happened: in order, a love confession, a magic reveal, a reconciliation with Morgana, and taking down Uther). It's deliciously angsty and tender and the playlist greatly reflects that.

Excerpt:

Arthur's gaze is unnerving. It is wretched. It is impossibly close as Arthur leans in and their lips connect, a salty communion, a bitter goodbye, the sweetest of surprises, the sourest of reminders.

Arthur's kiss digs. It burrows beneath Merlin's skin and into his heart and shoves its roots in and he gasps into it, knowing that he will never be able to hold onto it.

Arthur goes to pull up, to pull away, and Merlin's hand shoots out instinctively, without thought, to grab the back of his neck and pull him back.

Merlin is a weak, craven creature, he knows. He is owed nothing save the other side of his coin. His destiny says nothing about love. It says pretty much the opposite, in fact, condemns him to be a lonely shadow to the greatest King to ever walk Albion's stones.

He should let go. He should let Arthur have his future with Gwen, his Kingship without nasty ties to sorcerous servant men who have three strikes against them in terms of love.

But even as his fingers slacken, Arthur's grab his and hold tight, tugging him close, holding him closer.

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swampstew · 3 months

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1-800-GRANDLINEBLING ♥ Call Me On My Shell Phone

To celebrate 1K+ followers, I opened up phone lines to the crews! Part 2 of 3 ~ X reader with Robin, Law, Shachi, and Zoro for @yamat0 @lady-of-endless @fandomsallthetime94 @zoros-sheath Part 1 | Part 3

You are now being connected to...

Purururu purururu puru—

Robin: Hello my dear, it's so good to hear your voice. The days are long but not as long as the time I've spent away from you. We'll be reaching land very soon and I would like to take you away for some quality girl time. I just know that you'll love what I have planned for you - we're so alike how can I not know your heart's desires? See you soon, sweetie!

You intended to meet Robin at the dockyard to pick her up, but the weather decided to turn before you could step foot outside your house. Unsure of how to meet up, you were pleasantly surprised when a knock on your front door revealed your girlfriend standing under an umbrella big enough for two. Her presence in itself was a present.

The sky itself seemed to shift in mood as the dreary clouds slowly shifted away to reveal a partially clouded sky and a slight rainbow over the bridge in your neighborhood.

"My my, I shouldn't be surprised that the weather would clear up for my beautiful partner," Robin cooed with a wink that made you weak in the knees.

She reached out to hold your hand, bringing it to her lips where she pressed a soft kiss to the back of your palm.

"Let's change into something more comfortable so you can properly enjoy the date I'm going to take you on."

Law: Hey, how have you been? Have you been keeping up with the research papers I've been sending you? Good, I wanted to talk to you about the results of one test for PTSD that I wanted to explore more in depth. That said, we'll be on dry land in a day or two - will you be free to meet up? Tch, just because we're dating doesn't mean I shouldn't ask and check in to make sure that's all right! Well good! I'll see you soon - don't forget to keep up with your training, I've been practicing too.

“With the woman in my arms who was supposed to be my enemy, I closed my eyes and let the darkness engulf me.” ― J.C. Böhme

Shachi: Hellllloooo my beloved! I'm sorry it's been 197,523,685 minutes since I've talked to you. Being in a submarine makes it hard to do long distance calls, I know you understand yet I can't help but feel bad about it. You know what will cheer us both up? If I visit you for a week or so...YEAH? I'm glad to hear that excites you - I'll be making port in a few days so I'll be at your door with the spoopy goods. See you soon my love!!!!!

She was like a fire, and despite the danger that I could see, I ran straight toward it and plunged into the flames without a second thought. My mind tricked me into thinking that the dangerous heat was comforting and secure. I could feel the heat singe my skin. I was lost in its beauty and danger, completely consumed by the flames ― J.C. Böhme

Zoro: Woman, for the last time I AM NOT LO-- *horn blaring* *announcer mentions drop off at a port in the opposite end of your residence* TCH. I TOOK A DETOUR! For reasons! That I am not telling you until I see you! No I don't need to be picked up, how else can I uh-surprise you with my gift? You can't! SO! I'll see you in....a day. Fine, I'll share my location when I'm on my way so you don't have a stroke - sheesh. *grumbles affectionately* Yeah I love you too. See you soon.

You were actually surprised when Zoro knocked on your front door, on the exact day and around the same time he said he'd be at your home. In his hand, a bouquet of your favorite flowers - flowers you knew weren't quite in season and now it made sense he was in a different port. Unless of course, he was there by accident and used the flowers as an excuse. Nope, not gonna dwell on that.

You invited him in for some lunch you carefully plated on the long wooden table in your dining room. He spent time telling you about his adventures, the loot he gathered, and the things he came across he thought you might enjoy. As the sun set behind your bay window, Zoro let out a yawn before bending down to pick up the orange cat nuzzling his leg.

"I'll be here for a while until the Captain decides to leave. Until then, how about you and I spend some quality time together? Starting tomorrow, we can go down to the spring lake and eat lunch, I can exercise and you can read and not ogle me like you pretend to," Zoro said with a smirk.

You playfully smacked his bicep, "I can ogle you anytime I want, HUSBAND."

#1-800-grandlinebling #call me on my shell phone event #follower milestone event #one piece fandom #swampstew events #straw hat pirates #heart pirates #trafalgar law #den den mushi customizations #nico robin #devil child nico robin #robin x reader #x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece shachi #roronoa zoro #pirate hunter zoro #roronoa zoro x reader

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rabbitcruiser · 10 months

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American Civil War: The final day of the Battle of Gettysburg culminated with Pickett's Charge on July 3, 1863.

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littlelesbinonny · 10 months

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The Devil’s Den

Chapter 1: In Which The Devil Makes Her Choice

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu is head of an underground vampire coven.

And you fall, literally, into the middle of it.

Will the devils that reside there consume you?

Or does the Lady of the house have different plans?

You can read this also on Ao3 at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Another night.

Another sacrifice.

Another bloodied mess splattered on the dance floor.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu sat high upon her throne in the dark depths of the nightclub, overlooking the myriad of vampires with muted indifference from her perch.

They were wasteful.

Tiring.

Her nerves wearing progressively thin.

The dim ember at the end of her cigarette billowed into bright orange as she took a drag through the long black onyx cabriole. Her icy slate eyes glimmered, reflecting the flicker of amber light under the large brim of her hat, her breath mimicking a rather bored dragon as the steady stream of smoke tumbled out between her gently parted crimson lips. The remaining smoke curled and puffed from her nostrils. She took a deep steady breath, tilting her head and twisting her neck gently to relieve the stagnation stored within her muscles.

Alcina relaxed into her throne, ignoring the beat and thrum and complete cacophony of sound these vampires called music.

Eventually the trap door in the ceiling burst open and in dropped another human body, scattering the dancing vampires. Alcina paid very little mind as her three daughters followed through the trap door not seconds after. Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela circled the discombobulated human briefly before turning sharply on their heels, rushing to the back of the room and climbing the marble steps to join their mother. The Lady greeted each of them with a peck on the cheek, a smile, and a soft caress to their pale cheeks. The three gathered around their mother, like lionesses guarding their pride leader, as the onslaught of bloodshed was about to begin.

The mass of vampires began to circle. Alcina took another long drag, crossed her legs and took a whiff of the air.

The scent of this human was strong, tickling her senses in a coaxing way, the pheromones brushing across her skin and sinking into her spine while her mouth began to water. She felt a pang of lust to taste this girl's flesh and blood. Her wild eyes peeled through the mob of vultures swirling around the girl, the grey of her eyes that was once soft and bold now aglow with a yellow as stark as the purest gold, carnal, and primal as her nostrils flared with her hunger.

The noise and reverb from the heavy bass and terrible screeching and scratching of whatever club music this was had your head thumping in tandem with the beat. Flashing red, white, and purple lights were making you nauseatingly dizzy, and if that weren't enough, the pale and sunken faces of far too many people rushing around you nearly made you topple back over onto the shiny black floor.

This felt like mosh pit hell.

You; just little you, alone, unbalanced, becoming very unnerved in the middle of this.

With your hand over your chest, you blinked your vision as clear as you could amid the assault from the lights, knees arguing with the cold floor beneath you as you swallowed with a tight dry throat.

These people didn't look like people. They were pale, grey in skin tone even, cheeks sunken in, chiseled cheek bones, pointy chins. All of them tall and sickly thin. Their clothing, from what you could make out, was quite clearly gothic. Black. Lace. Leather. Chains. Some outfits accented with a splash of blood red, emerald green, or deep purple. If they weren't bizarre enough the music seemed to dictate their every move; each beat and shift in pulse gave them new direction, rigid dancing to compliment the shrillness.

But all eyes were on you; all glowing, and dark, deep-set eyes, on you.

You remember very little. How'd you get here? Where had you been?

It didn't matter.

Your heart began beating faster as the seconds progressed. As if they could smell you coming into your own senses, the handful of dancers closest to you in the spinning ring converged at you. All you could comprehend at that moment was the tugging, ripping, and tearing of your clothes. You couldn't even decipher your screams amongst the chaos. It was happening too fast, or they were simply too fast, one movement of yours seemed to be equal to five of theirs.

Suddenly there was a loud crack that echoed and everything ceased. A muffled silence settled in. The hundred bodies around you parted like the Red Sea. Barely able to catch your breath, shaking, and swallowing your heart back into your chest, your eyes darted down the empty path now lined with these freaks.

There at the end of the long row stood a figure.

A tall figure.

The only one dressed in white.

You blinked again and again as the image grew clearer; a woman. Strikingly beautiful. Terrifyingly breathtaking.

You froze on your knees, arms and hands vainly gripping tightly to your shredded clothes to keep them falling from your body.

Alcina rose, handed her cabriole to Bela, and descended the steps gracefully before standing unmoved at the outskirts of the commotion. Time slowed as she felt the girl out through the crowd. Inhaling her fear and confusion, the sensual scent coated her black veins with insatiable need. With a swift motion she cracked her heel down onto the dance floor, piercing the chaos like thunder and dispersing everyone within seconds.

The golden glow of her eyes beamed as the vampires parted for her to see the prey that lay helpless on the floor.

The side of her mouth tugged upwards into a smirk as she began to take long, slow, strides to the young woman before her.

Oh, she is a beautiful little thing.

Alcina towered above her, noticing her wild eyes didn't break away from hers for a moment. Most could barely look upon her at all. But there was no fight in her eyes, no, it was curious, needful, pleading even.

Alcina bent gently at her waist, outstretching her arm and offering her hand.

Your breath had shallowed so much you weren't sure you were still breathing. You could move only your neck it seemed, only capable of keeping your vision set on her. Immobile under the gaze of this woman.

Barely registering what was taking place in your surroundings, when she offered you her hand it became very apparent how much taller she truly was than everyone around you. Even bent so slightly at her waist she still seemed to tower over all the others.

Again you swallowed. You pried a quivering hand away from your body to take hers.

Why?

You don't know.

She offered and you accepted. Like you had no control over her beckoning, you briefly considered if she commanded you do anything, you would obey, without a second thought.

Your heart rate increased tenfold as the leather of her glove met your flesh, her hold strong, firm, demanding, as she pulled you to your feet. The heat surging through you was about the only sensation you could feel outside her hand holding yours.

The shreds of your clothes you held up fell away and you thought no more about it. Your eyes were fixated in hers, stuck; she was an all-encompassing black hole and you were completely within her mercy.

She leaned in and instantly you could smell her perfume. Sandalwood, clove, and vanilla? It sent a wave of calm through you and you nearly felt your knees give. Her eyes bore through you in the closeness. So fierce. And gentle. Her skin, so fair, she could have nearly appeared to be fragile; was she made of the finest alabaster? Carved from the marble of the greatest sculptors to live and breathe? The raven black of her hair appeared so glossy, so touchable and soft. If your arms could have moved you were sure you'd reach out to stroke the curled locks tucked behind her ear. Her beauty was overpowering.

You watched silently as this woman began to remove a glove. Her long slender fingers were elegant and captivating as they moved towards your throat, one single digit tracing along your neck and down, it settled softly above your exposed sternum. Her skin was cool against yours. It sent shivers through your bones.

You opened your mouth to speak; what words you could have spoken didn't matter because none came.

She smiled.

It broke you.

Sucked the remaining air from your poor little lungs and your knees did buckle.

And she caught you.

A slow rumble of Alcina's chuckle permeated the tight sultry air. You were beautiful and she was drinking you in with pleasure. Such a fair young woman, what a pity to waste you on these vampires.

She felt the inevitable quake in your stature and happily collected your body as you collapsed under her gaze. Pulling you to her chest her large hand spread over the middle of your back, the other gently stroking the back of your head and down your hair. Your scent coursed through her with utter intoxication, her own heart thrummed eagerly as her fangs began to elongate, sucking your fragrance in through her gently parted mouth and she buried her face in the crook of your neck. Oh, how she wanted your blood.

And she would take it.

With as much restraint as she could manage Alcina gripped the back of your neck and leaned you back on her strong arm, keeping you at a 60 degree angle, dangerous gold eyes scouring every inch of you. You, who was nothing but a limp doll in her hold. Another smile took her lips while she indulged her fingertips as they again stroked the hot column of your throat, down your chest, between your breasts, snaking to your side where it perched, grabbing at your prickled flesh, eagerly eating you up with her palm.

There was nothing you could do in this moment; she was in charge and you happily submitted. You may as well be looking death in the face, through your lazily parted eyelids, and you felt nothing of which you assumed you should. No fear. No terror. No hesitation.

Your palms were rested ever so gently on this woman's buxom chest, watching her as she watched you, not a thought in your mind as she wandered over you with those golden moons, now eclipsed as her obsidian pupils had blown so wide. Her touch was thoughtful. Haughty. And you let her do as she pleased.

Those crimson lips parted a little wider, the edges lifting in a broader smile and there you noticed the pearl white fangs. Another shudder erupted within you. As she began to rise you felt the palm on your side slip underneath your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip as she continued to stare down at you. The brim of her hat shielded your eyes from the piercing lights from the club, all you could see were her stunning features in the shadow, every line and curve accentuated further.

She pulled you closer, her breath ghosting over your lips, hers were not so far and if you had had any control you would have leaned forward to close the space.

Alcina sensed your need, grazing her mouth so lightly over yours only a brush of red collected on your lips. Another chuckle rumbled through her chest and into you. Teeth began to ache and soon the need and insatiable hunger was too much. Alcina's eyes flashed brighter. One last look over your lovely face and her mouth descended to your neck.

The pain was wholly piercing at first, you know a moan thrashed from your throat, it was complimented by her own; the vibration of it rattled through your neck and chest. You clenched your eyes and your fingers gripped tightly to the woman's dress, mouth parted as you tried to breath through the pain. You could feel the pulse in your veins become swollen, aching, until a coolness eventually soothed through it. Her tongue and mouth were hot on your cooling flesh, whatever ounce of strength you had slipping away.

Your grip loosened.

Your breaths shallowed.

Your eyes closed.

All you could feel was the warmth from her body, her strong arms holding you firmly. Her perfume continued to draw you into her, calm you, pulling from you a seamless surrender.

Alcina relinquished her bite, leaned her head back and gasped down several lustful gulps of air, the fire of life brimming beneath her skin collecting a groan of pure satisfaction as she held you.

Oh, how I shall make you mine.

With several more breaths she collected herself and carefully peered back to you. A sleeping beauty in her grasp.

The glow of gold in her eyes faded back to icy slate. With reverence she pulled you to her once more, listening intently to the quiet, gentle beating of your heart.

Placing her lips next to your ear she whispered; "Mine."

Scooping the rest of you up in her arms, ignoring the gawking around her, she turned on her heels and sauntered back to her throne.

#the devil's den #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/reader #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #slow burn #vampire au #interview with the vampire meets underworld #lesbian #wlw #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #blood #f/f #fic #fanfic

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prunpplee · 1 year

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made this with @purplebehittindifferent yesterday and finished painting him today

hes just a lil guy(⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)

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ladychandraofthemoone · 6 months

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Traintober Day 24 🔧⚙️🧰🛠️

Sandy!! I got inspired by Lunella Lafayette,she was Bulit by Ruth alongside Cleo and Philip 💓💗💞💖 She’s like a utility worker, being on the maintenance gang at Crovan Gate’s works, helping repair the tracks and fellow engines, fellow engines etc and shunting/station pilot duties at the big stations and of course inventing, best mechanic hands down🧰⚙️🔧🛠️.

Pose Reference:

#ttte #ttte sandy #sandy the railspeeder #In my au Ruth bulit her and she can change her wheel basis from standard to narrow to miniature etc to better suit cleo can too #Though in Cleo’s case the little engines would like her to stay on the road thank you very much and yes the moon girl series brainrot #She works alongside victor geoff the works diesel den dart Harvey Kevin mickey Derek carly who’s in her age form sandy’s blasian #traintober 2023 #traintober #my art #my art <3 #my art stuff #my sketches #my sketchy art #moon girl and devil dinosaur #moon girl magic #mgadd #lunella lafayette #moongirl lunella #moon girl

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sstan-hoe · 11 months

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𝒊𝒗. 𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — (incubus!)ari levinson × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you. Today it's Ari's turn...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT; dumbification, throat fucking, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, brat taming (light), oral (mostly male receiving/ female only short), dom!ari, dirty (filthy) talk, belly bulge, allusions to cream pie, spanking (like twice)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — THIS CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE!!! if you only want smut then this will be it! Ari fucking you for being a brat. Reblog, comment and/or follow! I sometimes feel like there should be more plot? Does anyone want drabble on this series? Do you have ideas?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐍

When you woke up the next morning everything was quiet, you could only perceive the sound of Bucky’s even breathing. For once in a long time you felt at peace, nothing bothered you.

As you laid there, you replayed the events of the previous night. You had sex before but this? It was the best sex you ever had, Bucky looked after your pleasure instead of using you to get his dick wet.

You cuddled deeper into his embrace, he was so warm and comfortable. Instinctively Bucky wrapped his arms tighter around you, holding you close.

Then a heavy knock on the door pulled you back into reality, “open up punk, we have a meetin’, remember?” It sounded like Steve, but you weren’t completely sure. The incubus next to you groaned in protest, “fuck off,” he shouted to his friend.

On the other side of the door Steve shrugged and opened the door without warning anyone. “Good morning, Angel,” he greeted you smiling before turning to Bucky, “get up or I’ll help ya,” he said in a type of voice that left no room for arguments.

Grumbling something under his breath, Bucky got up from the bed…split naked. Steve pinched the brick of his nose, sighing. You couldn’t hold back your giggle, which made Bucky smirk.

“Seriously?” the blonde questioned his best friend, keeping his eyes shut, “please, don’t act like you haven’t seen it before, or should I say sucked it?” Bucky answered in a teasing tone.

You gasped at the reveal, it didn’t quite surprise you however it still shocked you. Something inside you even found it hot.

“Yeah, Stevie here is a bit smitten with me you know?” the brunette added and walked to the bathroom, leaving you and Steve alone. “I’m not smitten with him, it was ages ago,” he tried to explain himself, but you shook your head. The demon didn’t need to explain himself, you knew how handsome Bucky is.

You didn’t say anything, just chuckled and went to turn back around. Steve however had other plans, “ah, no, Ari made you breakfast, come on Angel,” he nudged your shoulder.

Rather unwillingly you wrapped the blanket around your body and stood up, following Bucky into the bathroom. Your expression was grumpy as you hated being forced to go out of bed, if it was so comfortable why should one leave it?

“Move,” you muttered to Bucky, who frowned but moved aside without hesitation. Begrudgingly you went to take your toothbrush, it was only then you realized you had none.

“I have no toothbrush,” you stated, looking around before walking out to Steve, “I have no toothbrush,” you repeated and looked at him expectingly. Steve took a second to understand, but then quickly left the room to get you a toothbrush.

Meanwhile, you went back to Bucky who had gotten in the shower. Once you had stepped inside you were pulled inside, you found yourself in an all too familiar situation.

“Bucky,” you whined as he began kissing down your neck. “How about we relive the moment from last night, huh?” he muttered against your skin with a little smirk. You threw your head back as you felt his flesh hand slip to your cunt, two fingers teasing your clit. He pulled a whine from you which only spurred the brunette on.

Suddenly Steve busted in, “I have a toothbrush!” he called out and ruined the moment you shared with Bucky.

“Fuck, Steve,” he cursed and glared at his best friend, “couldn’t have taken a bit longer?” Once Steve saw what he had walked in on he closed his eyes instantly, “sorry, sorry,” he laid the toothbrush on the counter and walked out with both hands up.

Bucky went to kneel down, but you stopped him, your hand rested on his cheek, “the moment’s ruined,” you told him. Even though he didn’t want to accept it, he had to agree.

As you showered Bucky helped you wash your hair, massaged your strained muscles, and made sure to take good care of you. For a moment you could give everything up and enjoy the moment.

After showering and putting on the clothes borrowed from Lloyd you walked downstairs to find Ari while Bucky went with Steve.

You were still not in a cheery mood, you hoped it was only Ari in the kitchen. If there was anyone else and he’d make a remark you’d normally brush off, you would explode and snap at them.

The warm smell of pancakes, fresh tea and bacon filled the air, you stomach growled, a clear signal of the hunger you felt.

Stepping into the kitchen you saw Ari flipping a pancake, the table already set. As if he sensed you – which he probably did – he turned around with a smile, “mornin’ Angel,” he greeted you, “I made you some pancakes, bacon, tea and-,” “do you have hot chocolate?” you cut him off, eyes wide.

Ari was taken back a little, but then shock his head, “no, Angel, we don’t, but I have tea,” he tried to make a compromise. You pouted and walked past him, searching through the cabinets.

“I do not want tea, I want hot chocolate ,” you said and went to climb onto the kitchen isle to reach the higher cabinets.

Shaking his head Ari walked over to you and picked you up to set you down, “I told you we do not have hot chocolate, I made you a whole breakfast. Is that not enough?” It was enough but you were persistent on your hot chocolate.

“I didn’t ask you to make me breakfast,” you countered tilting your chin up. Ari towered over you, he tried not to give into your actions knowing it would only rile him up.

“I know you didn’t, I just wanted to make a nice gesture,” the demon explained, and moved you to sit at the table. You grumbled something under your breath as you sat down which Ari could hear very clearly but chose to ignore.

“You’re quite moody when you wake up,” he jested as he put a pancake onto your plate. “I ain’t moody, just not a fan of people forcing me out of bed,” you snapped at him, a little voice in your head told you to be nice. After all he made you breakfast and only wanted your best. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to be nice.

“No one forced you Angel, you could have stayed in bed,” he cooed while stroking your back gently. You weren’t stupid, you realized he was trying to butter you in.

“Well tell that Steve or no, I will tell you because you are the reason I’m here,” you stated turning away from him. Ari sighed, with every passing second his fuse got shorter and shorter.

“Angel,” he tried again but was interrupted by you, “no, I just wanted a hot chocolate, and you couldn’t even give me that!” you whined, now right back with the hot chocolate.

“For god’s sake, woman,” Ari muttered under his breath and stood up cupping your cheeks in his large hands before pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. You gasped loudly in shock, but quickly fell into the kiss.

Ari was a drastic change from Bucky, his lips felt warmer yet rougher however felt as addicting as his.

“You’re such a brat,” the incubus told you as you parted for a breather, “you haven’t seen me bratty,” you retorted and wrapped your hands around his neck to pull back in for a kiss.

If Ari wanted a brat, he would get a brat. Never would he imagined that you being a brat would turn him on in the way it did. He hated it when the people he slept with would get snappy, but with you…god he would fuck the brat out of you.

He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso and walked into the direction of his bedroom.

“No, no, I don’t wanna go back to bed,” you protested, needing him right here as you didn’t want to wait any longer. “Angel I ain’t gonna fuck you in the kitchen,” Ari told you in a dark tone.

“Ari, you fuck me here,” you snapped at him, he didn’t listen instead he threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass. Ari kept walking to his bedroom, he kicked the door open and shut behind him. Meanwhile you had began talking his ear off on how you didn’t want to go into the bedroom but rather stay in the kitchen.

You were thrown on the bed by Ari and silenced, “shut that pretty mouth of yours or I will make you,” he threatened you. His words made you clench your walls together, they excited you.

“Then make me,” you smirked at him. That set him off, he ripped your clothes apart and left you completely naked for him, at his mercy.

Hands gripping your ankles Ari pulled you to the edge of the bed, “you look magnificent,” he whispered as he trailed his hands along thighs. Your cunt was pulsing with every centimetre he came closer to your heat.

Grinning he rubbed over you bundles of nerves with the pad of his thumb as his middle and pointer finger stroked over your entrance. You whined, his fingers were bigger than Bucky’s and it was already hard to take him in.

Pushing his fingers in Ari pulled a moan from you, “mhm, you’re wet, like a bitch in heat.” You clenched around his digits which caused him to groan, “fuck, you’re tight, does it hurt Angel? My fat fingers fucking your tight cunt.”

It did hurt, but the feeling turned into pleasure. When he curled them against your sensitive spot, when he drew you closer and closer to your high.

Just as you were about relish in the pleasure Ari stopped and retrieved from your cunt. “What are you doing?” you asked him the moment he denied you your orgasm, sitting up to glare at him.

“You think you can be a brat and not get punished? I thought you were smart, but in fact you’re just a stupid little slut,” Ari spit and gripped you by the back of your neck to pull you forward.

He had you sit at the edge of the bed as he pulled his shirt over his had and removed his pants. Now standing there naked, in all his glory.

Your mouth almost watered at the sight, your eyes roamed over his hairy chest and suddenly felt the need to trail your hands through it.

Then your eyes casted down to his large cock, if you thought his fingers were big you hadn’t seen his cock yet. “Cat caught your tongue?” he smirked and began stroking his hard cock that leaked with precum.

“Now, be a good little Angel and suck my cock,” Ari commanded, in all honesty he already expected you to talk back and not do as he said.

“No, you just take my orgasm away and expect me to suck your dick? Fuck you, I will-,” “enough,” with that he had your face shoved onto his cock, you couldn’t take him all the way. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to make a gagging noise, instead of lifting your head he pushed you down deeper.

Just as you settled, he pulled you back up by your hair, with your mouth agape and spit dripping down the corner of your mouth you looked up at him.

“Lookit you, don’t you look pretty?” Ari had the upper hand and pushed you back down his thick cock. You let your tongue run along his veins, his sensitive veins that made him moan when you licked them.

God, the sound he made only spurned you on. You found it one of the most attractive things in a man when he moaned.

Once he noticed how you tried to take control, he started moving your head at a fast pace, fucking throat raw. “My little cock slut, that’s what you made for, being a dumb little cock slut,” Ari closed his eyes, head fallen back in pleasure.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t cum in your mouth just yet. Pulling you away from him fully, you looked fucked out and it was the best sight he had ever seen.

“Look at you all fucked out, now what do you want huh? Little Angel wants my cock?” he questioned you as he picked you up and pushed you closer to the headboard.

You tried to answer him, opened your mouth but no tone came from your tongue. “Have I fucked you silly already? My that was quick,” he teased you as he spread your legs open, “where has my bratty little angel gone, huh,” it was more of a rhetorical question.

How bad you wanted to snap at him so bad, but your mouth felt too sore, “think you can fit my thick cock inside that tight little cunt? ‘Course you can, you’re my dumb cock slut after all,” he chuckled to himself.

Ari lined himself up with your throbbing heat, the tip of his cock gently stroking your entrance before he pushed in. Only the tip, you whine as he slowly kept entering you.

“Ari, oh god,” you found your voice again as the began stretched your tight cunt with his large cock, almost ripping you open. “Gonna split you open, fuck you even dumber than you already are. Won’t remember a thing, not even your name,” it was a promise he intended to keep.

“Please, as if you could,” your fire wasn’t yet extinguished, you wanted to continue riling him up. The way he manhandled and wasn’t soft on you did wonders on you.

“Fine Angel, you wanna test me,” Ari shrugged and entered you without mercy, his full length, thick veiny cock pushed inside you not caring to ease it into you. “Fuck!” you moaned as he filled you up.

At first, he gave you a steady pace, his large hand gripped your wrists together and held them above your head to keep you from moving. “That all you can do?” you gasped, and it seemed like something snapped in the brunette.

His pace became hard and irrational, your whole body was shaking at the impact. “You dumb slut, all you can think of is my cock. Riling me up just so I would fuck you harder…let’s see if you can take it,” Ari wouldn’t slow his pace down, in fact he only fucked you harder.

Moan after moan slipped from your lips as he hit your spot with every thrust. His unoccupied hand gripped your shin pressing it against your stomach.

The new angle causing you to grip Ari tighter, “Angel, if you get even tighter, I won’t be able to move,” he warned. “I-, I can feel-, feel you in my be-, belly,” you stuttered getting the sudden urge to touch the bulge in your belly.

Ari heard you perfectly and let go of your leg to press down on your stomach where he felt his cock moving inside you, “see how big I am, feel my fat cock in your little belly.”

You bit down on your lip as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Ari felt you clench around him again, a clear sign you were about to come, “if you come without tellin’ me first, I’ll punish you again,” he warned you, not slowing down his pace. This was part of the punishment, if you wanted to say something then you had to while he was fucking you like an animal – okay you hadn’t been with Lloyd yet.

“Ari I’m about to-, to c-come!” you shouted arching your back, “hold on tight,” this was the only warning you got from Ari.

In the next moment you were flipped around, hands on the sheets and ass in the air. Ari didn’t break his rough pace, the change in position has his thick cock made him keep hitting your soft, sensitive spot.

“Please, please I’m coming, Ari I’m coming!” you let out a pornographic moan as you fought hard not to come without his permission.

“Then come for me, dumb slut,” he demanded and rutted into you like a desperate man. Your hands gripped you’re the sheets, head pressing against the mattress as your orgasm washed over you.

Ari had a tight grip on your hips, moving them along with his thrusts, “Ari, shit, fuck,” you cursed. You were fucked through your orgasm, the high was intense, and you wished it never deceased. For a moment you forgot that Ari still hadn’t come, but you were fast reminded of it when he groaned and started breathing heavily.

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, make you my offical cock slut,” Ari hissed and slapped your ass. Ari cursed when he reached his orgasm, painting your velvet walls with his seed.

His pace became slower as he filled you up, slowly he pulled his cock out of you and a little of his seed dripped from your cunt. Once again Ari manhandled you, turning you on your back. “Look at that pretty cunt filled with my cum, doesn’t it look pretty?” he adored the view, then lifted his eyes to meet yours.

You however were completely out of it, barley understand what he was saying. Only when you felt his hand on your neck you reacted, “what?” you asked weakly.

“I fucked you that stupid huh, my stupid little Angel, did so good,” Ari softly stroked your cheek, he turned back into the soft teddy bear you first met. Before he went to get a cloth to clean you, he covered you with a blanket to make sure you stayed warm.

When he came back, he cleaned you up and out you into one of his shirts which looked more like a dress on you.

He laid himself down next to you, snaking his arms around your shoulders while you cuddled up to him. “Did I tire you out that much?” he chuckled as he traced patterns on the small of your back. You nodded into his chest, right hand trailing over his chest.

Touching him gave you comfort as your eyes became heavier, “it’s okay, when you wake up, we will have lunch and just relax for the rest of the day, deal?” “Deal, teddy bear,” you mumbled against him just before sleep overcame you.

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juleworm · 11 months

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hello!! given that it is the first weekend in june, i'd like to go through everything that i read in the month of may and say if i would or would not recommend it and why. lets go !!

in chronological order of reading:

king of pride - ana huang: YES absolutely! god i loved this book. more specifically, yes i would recommend it if you like opposites attract in romance and dating, or if you like income gap relationships ( he's a billionaire, she's a struggling author ), and yes if you like incredibly hot and well written spicy scenes between characters. i honestly can't even think of a no unless you literally just hate spicy romance as a genre; even then i still think this book deserves a chance for your time. i absolutely adore this book.

2. den of vipers - k.a. knight: yes if you miss reading self-insert on wattpad and like pick me fmcs. the vipers themselves do have a lot of good character behind them, but as far as the fmc...i just really didn't like her. i did finish the entire book hoping that it would get better towards the end, but in my opinion the ending was one of the worse parts of the book and throughout it all it felt very predictable. would i generally recommend this? no. but it's definitely a hit or miss book. you'll either really like it, or not like it at all.

3. does it hurt? - h.d. carlton: yes yes yes yes yes. this was my favorite read of the month of may. i'd recommend it even more if you like witty and funny fmcs; it's sort of a dark romance version of grumpy x sunshine. it has a lot of spice and it's very creative if that makes sense? it's not just boring vanilla missionary, that's for sure. the mmcs character is phenomenal and both of them each have very full character arcs. but i wouldn't recommend it if mentions of incest and domestic abuse trigger you, or if body horror and gore triggers you.

4. never lie - freida mcfadden: yes if you're new to thrillers and want something easy to digest. definitely not if you're not new to thrillers and have read some absolutely breathtaking ones that kept you up at night. to me it had a rather predictable storyline, a twist that falls flat, and characters with absolutely zero depth or anywhere near a completed arc. i really did not like this book at all. also yes if you like a quick read; this didn't take me very long to get through.

5 + 6. there are no saints / there is no devil [ sinner's duet ] - sophie lark: yes if you like a "beginner" dark romance that doesn't stray too far into depravity, but still has a very dominant and demanding mmc. no if you've read things by h.d. carlton or other dark romance authors and that's your expectation level. this might come off as boring to you. however as this was a bit tame for me storyline wise, the spicy scenes were amazing and i did like that they were both artists. i feel like usually billionaires are business-oriented but it was cool to see a wealthy and famous artist. also yes if you like mentor romance dynamics.

7. iced out - veronica eden: yes if you like boys who are very clearly written by women ( in a good way! ). the mmc is perfectly balanced; he's as hot and dominant as he is cute and sweet and nice and thoughtful. he's pretty much the picturesque model citizen for what a girl typically would want in a perfectly healthy romantic relationship. there's very little drama between characters, which i personally liked. but no if parental death or familial death or grief/loss are triggers for you. for a more in-depth response, i did a spoiler free book review here!

if you do read any of these let me know! i'd love to see how our opinions differ :))

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