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#Sinful Delight's series
vagabond-umlaut · 5 months
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Your Sukuna fic recs? pretty please? 🥺🥺
ofc nonnie! i nvr ever turn down an opportunity for showing (few of) my fave authors their much well-deserved love, respect & attention! 😊😊🫶🫶
ryomen sukuna x reader fic recs (I)
‣ this is merely a list of works i've enjoyed reading. kindly heed the tags and warnings in each of them and consume content responsibly, at your own discretion. ‣ that being said, i own neither these fics nor the characters. enjoy reading! 🥰
⇌ Conquest (SukunaXReader) (series) by JellyBelly531 on ao3 [I can't say anything on this series here, except, to request you to read this— provided you're fine with the tags and warnings the author has given. This is an absolute delight for those who love Trueform!Sukuna set in a canon-y historical backdrop. A 200% masterpiece, I'm tellin' ya! :))]
⇌ Sukuna with reader whos just dumb (hcs) by @poe-daydreams on tumblr [Humor, Fluff, Humor, Fluff, Humor— Comedy at its finest :D]
⇌ rhymes (oneshot) by @tender-rosiey on tumblr [Tooth-rotting fluff ft. Dad!Sukuna and his adorably menacing attitude xDD]
⇌ Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna (hcs) by @yuujispinkhair on tumblr [Terrifying 'Kuna + Charming 'Kuna + Protective 'Kuna + Soft 'Kuna + Husband 'Kuna + Dad 'Kuna— what more do you need, hmmm? ^_^]
⇌ Black Magic (twoshot) by sukirichi on ao3 [Arranged Marriage with Enemies-to-Lovers dynamics and Scary™️ Househusband 'Kuna— an ALL TIME FAVOURITE FIC of mine, for sure ^_^]
⇌ Little Monster (oneshot belonging to a series) by @lemonlover1110 on tumblr [A sweet combination of the tropes: Dad!Sukuna & Sukuna being Sukuna. I really love the way 'Kuna is in-character in this fic :))]
⇌ to satiate, seduce, and to sin. (oneshot) by @poe-daydreams on tumblr [For the twisted-yet-loving!Sukuna fuckers lovers like me ;)]
⇌ To the end (7 chapters) by @yuujispinkhair on tumblr [One Of THE very best Zombie Apocalypse AUs I've ever read. Please keep tissues close to you for the sad tears, then the happy tears. I ugly-cried while reading this, no kidding :))]
⇌ 7/11 (oneshot) by astreaborn on ao3 [Perfect way to lift your spirits, if you're ever feeling down. The characterizations are so well written... Just go read it, please. You will not regret it— I'm 10^10 times sure of this!! :))]
⇌ "make me (yours)." (oneshot) by @ancient-vivarium on tumblr [Age gap romance with rich older bf!Sukuna, ft. slow burn, fluff and SPICE— this is what one should call GIRL BREAKFAST, LUNCH & DINNER! ;DD]
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aikaterini-drag · 5 months
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Night of Sensual Delights
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: You plan a sweet and romantic Halloween night with your boyfriend, but he has other ideas for enjoying his candy.
Author's note: I hope you enjoy this sweet sinful Halloween delight! 🍭🎃 Show some love if you liked this, in any way you feel comfortable! Hugs and kisses!
Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral(fem receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, just shameless smut pals.
Kofi ❤️ Wattpad 🧡 AO3 🩷 ASK ME 🩵
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October was almost over and James and you decided to do something simple this Halloween just to get into the spirit. You had stocked up on all kinds of candies and planned a Halloween movie night with your boyfriend. With only a candle lit up, you snuggled into the couch, with James tucking you in his arms, a soft blanket draped over you. You cradled a bowl of candy in your arms, remote in the other hand and pressed play.
The movie of the night was a classic; The Addams Family.
Bucky hadn’t seen this one and was exited to find more about the films he had missed during his life as the winter soldier. As the movie started playing, you both watched and munched on the snacks. You laughed quietly at his reactions. He appeared unused to that kind of movies. At some point, he tensed up during a spooky scene and clutched you tight.
You grinned. "What’s wrong, oh, big, strong super soldier?"
He chuckled. “The transition was sudden.”
"Don't worry, Sergeant Barnes, I'll protect you from everything."
He took a popcorn from the bowl and tossed it at you. “You are such a teaser.”
“Hey!” You laughed and tossed another piece of popcorn at him. “Watch the movie!”
“You threw popcorn at me.”
“Well, you started it.” You gasped when he gently pinched your ass through you pajama pants. “You are doing it again!”
“What?” He lifted her against him, now both his palms pinching you bum.
“Barnes stop— ouch!”
“Liar,” he tapped your bottom. “I’m barely squeezing.”
You chuckled. “Well stop teasing my ass and watch the movie.”
“I’d rather watch you”, he drawled, his deep blue eyes gazing at you.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “You are such a flirt.”
“Only with you.”
“Shut up, and have some chocolate,” you said sweetly, pressing a the sweet piece to his mouth.
He consumed it and in a sudden move, he flipped you over, your back colliding with the couch, him pressing between your legs. “I’d rather have something even sweeter.”
You gasped at the feel of him against your core. “What is it you want exactly?”
He caught your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. “Want to have you for Halloween. Want my sweet girl and her pretty little pussy. Will you give it to me, sweets?”
“Hmm… as if you have to ask…” you said in between wet kisses. “More, please… James…”
“I know baby, I’ve got you.”
And with that, he worked on removing your clothes, tugging at the Halloween pajamas, dragging at your underwear till there was nothing left but your smooth skin exposed to his eyes. He grasped your knees and steered them wide apart, leaning down to enjoy the view. Creamy thighs, and in between was the most pretty, pink puffy cunt begging for attention.
He licked his lips and with a low growl, he descended upon your mound, his teeth nibbling at the fat pussy lips before flicking his tongue around your clit. You threw your head back and threaded your hands through his hair, grinding your pussy against his face. He moaned his approval and thrust two warm fingers inside you, while teasing your clit with the metal one.
A few more thrusts and you keened, shook, and came apart with long-drawn moans. He didn’t stop teasing you, he fucked you with his fingers, moving up to devour your nipples, causing a series of less intense orgasms to rock through you. With a victorious grin, he left one last kiss on your pussy lips and cupped your face.
“My pretty pussy has the sweetest taste. Better than any candy.”
He claimed your mouth and you moaned at the taste of your essence on his tongue. Your hands traveled along his strong body, caressing his broad shoulders before traveling low to slip down his pants along with his boxers. He cooperated and tossed everything off and pressed his hot, raging hard body against you.
Pinning your hands above your head, he grabbed his fat cock and tapped it on your pussy lips. You watched as he rubbed the pulsing shaft until it coated in your juices, teasing you by thrusting the cockhead inside your little slit before drawing back. With a whine, you canted your hips, begging him in a series of whines and murmurs.
Cupping under your knees, he spread your legs and thrust forward, watching as you small slit was forced open by his dick. You both moaned at the sensations and once he was seated to the hilt you needed a few moments to adjust to the invasion. You always did. He was so big and thick, yet you both fit perfectly together.
After a few seconds, he puked back, his dick flushing with your arousal and slammed back in. You saw stars. He slowly did it again, his eyes fixed on your pretty cunt. He drew back till all his length was out, the pushed in, his swollen balls squeezed against your ass.
And then he pounded inside you, claiming your very soul.
Clutching your waist, he went faster, his mouth devouring your nipples while you clung to his shoulders for dear life and floated higher and higher. You shut your eyes tightly and came undone, your walls clenching hard around him. He followed almost immediately, delving to the hilt and shooting ropes of cum inside you. You felt his release, every pump that flooded your pussy and overflowed, dripping down your thighs.
With a sigh of satisfaction, he set you to lay on your side, cuddling you from behind, his still hard cock lodged deep within you. He kissed your lips and swallowed back your moans of pleasure, sucking your nipples and cupping your breasts in his hands. You relaxed into him, your body full and spent.
“We should watch the rest of the movie now,” he said in an absolutely serious tone.
You half-laughed. “We missed most of it.”
He kissed her head with a grin. “Are you complaining?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
“I think I’m gonna love celebrating Halloween.”
Grinning, you looked at him. “When did you turn into such a sex monster?”
“When you started making me feel alive again. You did that, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead and added, “Now watch the movie while I enjoy my Halloween treats.”
“What—” you didn’t manage to let out another word and moaned instead when he leaned down to kiss around your flushed breasts.
“James—”
“The movie, darling,” he said and gently thrust his cock, reminding you that he remained rock hard inside you.
“One day, your stamina will be the end of me,” you groaned as he moved against you, his hands, mouth and delicious length of him inside you teasing you to another orgasm. He ended up fucking you until the credits rolled and you had no strength to do anything else but melt sweetly into his arms and enjoy his ministrations.
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sweets4dolls · 2 months
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Omg your bunny series is just *mwah* chef kiss I beg of your pleaseeee do some lucifer x bunny girl content I beg
𝓈𝒶𝒸𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎
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pairing: lucifer + bunny!f!reader
content warnings: smut, cunnilingus, mentions of religion, cult, sacrifice, virgin reader, not proofread
notes: he's such a sweetie i love luci
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of course you had been chosen to be the sacrifice.
just your luck, that you had fit all the criteria of being chosen - pure of heart, selfless, a virgin - and you knew that it was considered an honor that only came around once every couple hundred years, but you just couldn't fight off the feeling of dread in your tummy.
it wasn't a choice either, it wasn't something that you could just say no to, but at least they had drugged you before hand so you weren't alive to feel the pain.
so you never would have expected to awake in such a lavish castle, being looked at with wide eyes by a man unknown to you.
you let out a squeak as you open your eyes, trying to scramble away from him making him frantically try to calm you by making little comments and motioning rapidly with hands, all of which went unnoticed by you as you start to tear up and say, "I'm so, so sorry sir, but where am I? who are you?" and other things as such as he smiles sweetly at you, informing that he is none other than the devil himself.
of course, this only makes dollops of tears fall from your eyes onto the rugged floor as he tries to calm your emotions, getting down on your level as he shushes and wraps with arms around you, softly running a hand through your hair, making your senses heighten as you notice something that wasn't there before - a pair of pretty bunny ears, also making you note that you had gained a twitchy tail as well.
not knowing what else to do, you collapse in his arms, overcome with feelings and emotions as he pets you softly until you calm down, waiting until you've let it all out before he stands up, lending out a hand.
having nowhere else to go, you take his hand with your trembling one as he helps you to your feet, walking you down corridors as he asks you where you came from, what on earth had happened to you.
a blubbering mess, you spill your guts to him as you stumble about, practically leaning all of your wait onto him. he takes you to his workshop, to your surprise if full of ducks, and sits you down as he magics a bottle of wine and to glasses for you both.
he holds a cup out to you expecting you to take it before you shake your darling head nervously, inching away from the liquid, "oh, I can't, its a sin, but thank you," making him chuckle at your words, finding delight in such pure behavior he hadn't seen since he had fallen from heaven, before setting the cup down and sitting next to you.
"well little bunny, your welcome to stay here for as long as you would like," he says, smiling at you fondly, making your cheeks heat as you meekly respond with a sweet little thank you.
"oh, gosh, I should have asked before, would you like to change?" he asks, eyes raking over your sacrificial white dress that hung off your form limply, making you nod your head as he poofs some dresses into existence and leads you into the bathroom, leaving you at the other side of the door to dress yourself.
it doesn't take long until the you start playing dress-up for him, walking out in different outfits, modeling and twirling for him, making you both giggle with delight.
"oh, this one is just so pretty lucifer!" you say as you walk out, smiling youthfully as he comes over to you. he runs a hand over the sleeve, feeling the material under his skin as he nods, "you look beautiful bunny," he says approvingly.
"maybe I'll wear this one for the rest of the ni-" you start before accidentally bumping into the glass Lucifer was holding, making the dark red liquid spill over the cloth, staining it.
"oh bunny, I'm so sorry, here, lets get you cleaned up," he says, walking into the bathroom with you as you dismiss your apology all happily, just glad to have fun for the first time in a while.
in the bathroom, he's having you sit on the edge of the tub as washes some of the wine from your skin, trying to scrub it away as you chat with him shyly.
"bunny, could you do something for me?" he asks you, a tinge of nervousness in his voice as you look at him with big doe eyes, ready to comply. "could you take off the dress?"
your face burns as you nod and shimmy out of the wine stained material, sitting back down so Lucifer could cup water to wash the other liquid away, some of it spilling down your chest, making you gasp lightly, making his eyes twinkle.
a flustered mess, you start to push him away, "w-wait, we shouldn't be this close, its-"
"what, a sin?" he says, his tone having a layer of teasing. "bunny, its like you've never lived," he sighs, looking at you in a melancholic pitying fashion, "have you even kissed?"
you stop breathing for a second, "no, things like that are reserved for marriage!" you squeak out in a panicked whisper, like someone could hear you, making him laugh.
"would you like to try?" he asks, leaning in closer, taking your moments of hesitation as an invitation to press his lips against yours, just for a moment, and to pull away just as quickly.
swallowing thickly, you look at him through long lashes, blinking embarrassedly before asking, "again?"
he chuckles, complying as he gives you a much longer one this time, now swapping saliva as he kissed with tongue, trying to hold back as it was your first time, going as sweetly as he could, enjoying the saporous taste of you.
he pulled back, looking at you in the eyes with blown-out pupils before leaning back in, pressing sweet kisses against your cheeks and down your neck, hands running to your back to unclip your bra.
you feel him start to undo it, breathing erratically as you mumble "are you sure?" as he kisses your flesh, nodding his head, "of course, bunny."
you both let the bra fall beneath the two of you as he kisses down your form, all the way to your panties, pressing a kiss to your clothed cunt, making you involuntarily buck your hips against him.
"m so sorry," you start, but get cut off by him shushing you as he spreads your thighs as you look down at him with unfeigned surprise.
"if your really sorry, then you'll let me make you feel good," he mumbles as he snaps the bands of your panties, leaving your glossy pussy for him to press his face into.
you whimper, hands curling around the rim to the tub as he licks a stripe up your cunt as his hand finds your clit. your heart pounds in your chest as his tongue and fingers work in tandem, head lolling on your shoulders as his fingers teased you closer to cumming.
"l-lucifer, feels so good," you let out between whimpers as he fucks you on his tongue, pushing it further into you as you get louder, thumb circling your clit, begging for you to cum for him like a good little bunny.
"please," you beg, not entirely sure what your begging for as he speeds up, making your pretty body seize as you cum, his tongue lapping it up until you've come down from your high.
once he pulls back, he's massaging your thighs and murmuring to you, "m' right here, bunny."
"feel good?"
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flowerandblood · 2 months
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The Doubt & The Delight
[ modern Frollo • Aemond x Esmeralda • female ]
[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, description of physical and mental disabilities, remorse, depression, hysteria attacks, swearing, trauma, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt ]
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[ description: After a car accident, his brother has to deal with the consequences of what happened, and he, as his protector, does not know how to help him. His sister comes up with the idea of hiring someone as his carer who will be able to cheer him up and occupy his mind. It turns out, however, that the girl he hired charmed not only his younger brother. Obsession, self-destructive behavior, verbal and physical aggression, sexual tension, dark, malicious Aemond. ]
Author's note: This story is a request, but I decided to freely use what I liked in the book and Disney film to create a new, disturbing story taking place in modern times. It is intended to be uncomfortable and will contain scenes that are at least morally questionable, in my version "Esmeralda" is not Romanian. This story will also include motifs from Jane Eyre, which was a separate request. My story will also touch on the problems of people with disabilities, so if these are sensitive topics for you, I advise against reading further. You have been warned.
Part 1 − The Knight & The Judge Part 2 − The Sin & The Penance Epilogue
Main Characters Moodboard Aemond NSFW Alphabet
This is the last part of this story. Thank you all for such a nice reception of this entire mini-series, it was supposed to be a oneshot, but as usual it turned out to be something more! This is probably one of my favorite works here and I can't wait to hear your opinions.
* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *
Previous chapters: Masterlist
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That night, after what had happened between them, he sobbed silently for the first time since the day of the accident in which his parents died. He didn't know what else he could do, he felt helpless and couldn't sleep, despair completely possessing his heart and mind.
Don't ever touch me again.
We are even.
He clenched his eyelids, letting the tears run down the sides of his face onto the pillow lying under his head.
Some part of him wanted to go to her door, to fall to his knees and beg her to open it for him, to let him hold her close, to fall asleep in her embrace.
He needed her so much, but he knew he had no right to demand anything from her.
She was doing more than she had to anyway.
He shuddered as he heard the sound of the door opening, stupefied by the sedatives and painkillers for a moment he had no idea where he was or who he was, he raised himself up on his elbow and hissed, feeling his head ache incredibly.
He opened his eyelids and immediately closed them, blinded by the light from the windows, he gave up with a sigh laying back on the couch, trying to calm himself down.
"Daeron?" He called out loudly, trying to remember what had happened, whether he had drunk too much alcohol the evening before or overdosed on sleeping pills.
He heard someone's footsteps and froze when he saw her frightened face, she came towards him with her eyes wide open as if looking at a ghost, stopping at a safe distance.
"− I'm just helping him change, we'll come soon − God, how pale you are, should I call the doctor again? −" She muttered clearly genuinely horrified by his condition, but he shook his head quickly.
"− did you call the police yesterday? −" He asked lowly, thinking with horror that no one at the prosecutor's office could find out that he was still struggling with his trauma and had almost caused a car crash.
She shook her head quickly, playing with the fingers of her hand in a nervous gesture.
"− n-no − the man we almost collided with wanted to do it at first, but when we got out of the car and said you'd fainted he called an ambulance and let it go − he apparently decided you'd just had some sort of attack and didn't want to add to our problems −" She replied once looking him in the eye, once looking away, he could see that she clearly wasn't coping with the situation or what had happened between them.
He sighed in relief, running his hand over his face, thinking about the fact that securing Daeron's fate was now his priority and he needed to pull himself together.
"− I'm going to go help Daeron and we'll make something for breakfast soon −" She said quickly and turned away, moving down the corridor towards his little brother's room, disappearing behind the door.
The two of them had tried not to look at each other all morning, heartbroken and horrified by what had happened between them, they both felt that their lives had slipped out of their control and he resented himself for dragging her into it all.
The doctors advised him to stay at home for a few days and rest, so he called Alys to ask her to bring him his documentation.
"− sick leave? − something happened? −" She asked concerned, and he sighed heavily, tightening his fingers on the base of his nose, not having the strength for this discussion.
"− I've been overworking lately, I need to slow down − can I count on you? −" He asked matter-of-factly, hearing her snort of amusement on the other side.
"− sure − I'll be there in half an hour −" She replied calmly and hung up, he sighed heavily, running his hand over his face and put the phone down on the table top.
He glanced over his shoulder, hearing the sizzle of the pan and shuddered meeting her gaze, she lowered her eyes immediately as if caught in the act, concentrating on not burning the pancakes, Daeron wheeled around her in his wheelchair placing clean plates and cutlery beside her.
They ate breakfast together, both of them really only talking to Daeron, passing cups and juice to each other out of politeness only. He felt a pleasant shudder when his fingers touched hers, looking her straight in the eyes, her lower lip twitched a little, only a quiet, sad thank you came out of her mouth.
As they ate Daeron said he would do his own homework and then change her to look after him, as if he was now the one to take on the role of his caretaker.
As he left his Esmeralda stood up, picking up the dirty dishes from the countertop, he took his plate from her hand, swallowing hard.
"− no need, I'll do it − I'm feeling better now, I don't want to force you to stay here any longer than necessary − thank you very much −" He said in a low voice, getting up from his seat and stepping around her, opening the dishwasher with a light movement, tossing in the cutlery and other dirty dishes she'd held earlier.
He felt her looking at him, his heart pounding like crazy, for some reason he wanted to cry again.
"− I'm sorry − for what happened yesterday −" She muttered in a whisper and he raised his shocked gaze to her, frozen still.
She stood in front of him covering her mouth, trying to silence the loud, ragged breath that shook her body along with the sob that wanted to break from her throat, tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes one after another.
God, she was remorseful.
"− no − no, stop − you didn't do anything wrong, I wanted it −" He said quickly, but she shook her head.
"− I couldn't sleep − I felt awful −" She uttered with difficulty, choking on her own tears, and despite her telling him never to touch her again he put his arm around her waist and pulled her to him in one sure movement, her body did not put up any resistance to him, her fingers tightened on his sweatshirt in a helpless gesture.
"− I-I'm sorry − I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you −" She mumbled out and burst into quiet sobs.
He thought with despair that he had broken this poor girl, brought her to a state where she felt like an abuser.
He embraced her tightly, snuggling his face into the hollow of her neck, stroking her back reassuringly, her wonderful scent and the warmth of her body had a soothing effect on him, he thought he wanted to remember this moment for a lifetime.
"− I'm the one who hurt you − I took something away from you and you tried to get it back − you asked me if I wanted it and I made it clear that I did − easy − breathe deeply − it's all right −" He whispered in a trembling voice, running his large hand through her back and hair. She snuggled into him so tightly that he felt tears under his eyelids himself, he pressed his lips together not wanting to let them flow out but it was no use.
"− thank you for everything − I'm feeling better now, I'll be fine by the time Helaena arrives − go home and get some rest − I'll think of something and explain to Daeron why you can't work for us anymore − I'll send you your pay by transfer so you never have to see me again − hm? −" He asked softly and she only nodded, her whole chest trembling in convulsion as she drew in a deep breath, trying to calm herself.
He wanted to tell her that he loved her.
He wanted to tell her that she was the most wonderful person he had ever met.
He wanted to tell her that if she ever needed help, she could always count on him.
He wanted to do that, but he only flinched when he heard the doorbell ring, reminding himself of Alys, they moved away looking at each other in pain, the sight of her wiping her cheeks red from tears broke his heart.
He realised that he was a monster.
As soon as he opened the gate for her, Alys walked into his house with thick folders of documents in her hands, looking elegant as usual in her jacket, long trousers and high heels. She smiled at the sight of his Esmeralda, and she pressed her lips together realising with horror that she stood dressed only in his hoodie.
"Good morning, we don't know each other yet." Alys said to her and held out her hand to her, she, not knowing what to do, herself embarrassed by the situation and how it looked shook her hand, squeezing it firmly.
"Good morning." She muttered and just threw to him that she was going to go see how Daeron was doing with his homework, Alys led her away with her eyes looking at her with a calm, curious expression on her face.
"Who is this beautiful little flower? In addition wearing your hoodie I think." She asked amused, a note of mock accusation in her voice, as if she had solved the equation. "Is it because of her that you can't concentrate lately?"
He threw her one warning, sharp look, which did not deter her, however, he sighed heavily and shook his head.
"She's Daeron's caretaker and she had to stay here to help me take care of him after I fainted yesterday. They were at a carnival ball together and she had nothing to change into." He replied coolly, wanting to end the subject quickly, frustrated.
"Is that why you both cried?" She asked lowly raising an eyebrow, the piercing look in her bright green eyes told him clearly that she felt the tension that hung in the air between them. He swallowed loudly, looking away, not wanting to look at her smile full of satisfaction.
"Thank you for bothering to come all the way out here. I'll be gone for a week, we're in touch." He replied dryly, she threw over his shoulder that if he needed her for anything he could count on her and smiled at his Esmeralda heading for the exit, saying it was a pleasure to meet her.
As the door closed behind her there was an awkward silence between them. He saw that she was wearing his hoodie and shorts that were too loose on his brother but on her they fit perfectly despite the manly cut, in her hand she held the bag with her costume.
She was leaving.
He will never see her again.
"Are you sure you can manage?" She asked uncertainly, not looking at him. She seemed pale to him, he thought that for some reason Alys' visit had saddened her, but he didn't even dare assume it might have had anything to do with him.
At most, she might have thought he was a bigger bastard and pervert than she suspected.
"Yes, we'll be fine. Thanks again." He muttered, trying not to look at her, but to poor effect, thinking only of how wonderful it was to hold her in his arms, how tightly she snuggled into him seeking refuge and comfort.
He realised that he craved such closeness from her as much as the touch of her naked body.
He wasn't just about sex.
She, however, merely nodded, raising her sad, tired, embittered gaze at him once more, and after a moment she turned and disappeared behind the door.
The hours leading up to Helaena's arrival he spent with Daeron, playing together FIFA'23 and other games that his brother thought would distract him from all the unpleasant events of the past weeks.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. You just need to rest. It's good that you and Esmeralda have reconciled." He said clicking beside him on his pad, trying to win a race against him on the big space track, and he swallowed hard, thinking with pain and shame that they hadn't reconciled at all, that they weren't even.
What she did was a desperate attempt by her to regain what he had taken from her, the feeling that she had power over her own body.
It didn't bring her any relief though, it seemed to him that it made her feel even worse.
She wasn't like him, she'd probably never behaved like this before, and she was horrified to find that she didn't recognise herself.
He had destroyed her, taken away her innocence, devoured her.
He pressed his lips together, trying to stop the burning tears that forced their way under his eyelids from flowing and grunted loudly, trying to focus on the game.
As he prepared the room where his sister was to sleep, and where his Esmeralda had previously spent the night, he noticed a purple cloth lying on the floor. He reached out and picked it up, realising after a moment that it was a scarf she had worn on her head in the form of a headband.
He pressed it to his face and closed his eyes, with a squeeze in his throat thinking that the material was permeated with her scent.
He kept it.
Helaena had arrived straight from the airport in a taxi for which she had paid crores, as soon as she stepped inside she dropped her suitcase, ran up to him and threw herself into his arms. He burst out sobbing, feeling her familiar, tender closeness.
He wasn't sure when was the last time someone had hugged him, stroked him, told him everything was going to be alright, that now he was the one being taken care of.
Taking the opportunity that Daeron was playing in his room on his laptop, they sat side by side on the living room couch to discuss what had happened.
"I think I've stopped coping. I'm slowly losing my self-control." He muttered, burying his face in his hands, feeling that he needed to at least partially throw off what was going on inside his head, he felt his sister stroking his back comfortingly.
"Me and Aegon left you alone with all of this, sinking into our own grief. We all focused on Daeron because we decided you were older and better able to handle it all." She said with pain and some kind of regret, as if she only now realised that he wasn't a fully formed adult then either.
He let the air out of his lungs, feeling like a small, clumsy child again, embarrassed that he wasn't coping, that he had chaos in his head, that he was stuck and unable to get out of the mess he had sunk all the way into.
"I thought it would be good for you to have a change. For you and Daeron to fly with me for a few weeks, get some rest, during which time we can work together to find you some sort of therapist, someone to help you get over all this." She said warmly, and he shook his head quickly, terrified of her suggestion, of having to reinvent himself somewhere, of not being in his home, of not having his things and activities.
"No, I can't do that. I need a rest, but here, at home. I do think, however, that it will do Daeron good to spend time with you, to get away from it all. Maybe when I have a bit of time to myself I can somehow…sort it all out." He muttered, feeling her worried gaze on him.
"You shouldn't be left alone."
"I haven't been alone with my thoughts for five years. I need this." He said regretfully, realising that he had devoted all his strength to his younger brother, leaving himself with nothing.
He felt empty.
"And he needs a change of environment. He sees me gloomy and tired every day. You will help me the most if you take care of him for a week or two so that I can get myself in order."
"You have to promise me that you will go to therapy. You're taking on too much on your shoulders." She said cautiously, and he nodded to her, wanting everyone to finally give him a break.
Daeron was at the same time happy about the sudden unplanned holiday, but on the other hand very worried that he was going to be left alone at home.
"But who will take care of you? Esmeralda?" He asked hesitantly, and he replied that he would manage on his own, that they would talk on the phone every day, that he just needed a bit of rest to think things over.
As they packed to leave he was with them in body, but not in thoughts which drifted far away to her, to what had happened between them.
Despite the fact that they had sex with each other twice, it was the memory of that morning in his kitchen when he held her in his embrace that he remembered most, the innocence and tenderness of that gesture, the warmth of her body, the smell of her hair, the fact that for a moment she had allowed him to get close to her.
He knew he would never see her again.
Waving them off, already seated in the taxi, watching them drive away he wondered what the point of living such a terrible person like him was.
He cleaned the whole house, sorted the papers in his office, put up the laundry and emptied the dishwasher, doing everything unhurriedly, complete silence all around him, only the sound of the wind outside the windows and the quiet pounding of raindrops against the windowsills.
He finally sat down on the sofa, staring dully ahead of him, before lowering his gaze to the small container of sleeping pills he'd been taking for days to get at least a few hours of sleep.
He wondered how many he'd have to swallow to not wake up.
He didn't know why his hand reached for his phone, his fingers tapped out a question on Google and, to his surprise, many different topics on forums about how to commit suicide painlessly popped up.
He read statements from some young, desperate, frightened people who couldn't cope with life and responses from others, some encouraging them to commit the act and explaining how to do it, others asking them not to do it, that they would be happy to talk to them, to support them through this difficult time.
He thought of Daeron, of how if he had done it, his little brother would have completely broken down, that it would only add to the pain of his whole family, and that Helaena would never forgive herself for leaving him alone.
That it would have been selfish of him.
On the other hand, his mind reminded him of his aggressive, merciless interrogations, the way he approached witnesses, the way he approached Alys, what he did to his Esmeralda when she recognised at once his malicious, dark nature.
How was someone like him supposed to continue to take care of Daeron? How was he supposed to pretend that he was a good man who could advise him on anything, be his authority?
He thought that his little brother should have stayed with Helaena, she was the calmest of them all, surely she would have handled his parenting much better, given him what he needed.
He reached for a small container of pills and stared at it, turning it between his fingers with a loud rattle, wondering dispassionately what he should do with himself.
He hummed as if he remembered something and slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers, pulling out a thin, purple folded cloth, looking at it, feeling the need to call her.
He didn't know why he would do that when he was sure she didn't want to see him and couldn't even look at Daeron, to whom he would have to explain why she would no longer be taking care of him upon his return.
He guessed that she would only pick up out of politeness, and he would again flood her with his problems, his suicidal thoughts, forcing her to worry about him, to feel sorry for him even though he didn't deserve her sympathy.
He didn't even know when he unscrewed the container, when he tilted his head and poured its entire contents into his mouth, taking a deep sip of water after this, letting his judgment of himself run deep into his stomach.
He seemed to regain his sanity only after a moment, staring at the empty vessel wondering what he had actually done.
Oh fuck.
God, what had he done?
No, no, no, no.
He went into a complete panic, his heart started pounding like crazy, he didn't know how much time he had before he lost consciousness, so in a gesture of helplessness he dialled her number quickly, wondering if she would answer from him this time.
He thought he was pathetic, but he was scared, there was no one else to turn to, his body was shaking all over from stress and terror, his breathing quick and raspy, tears of despair in his eyes.
Biip.
Biip.
Biip.
Biip.
Biip.
Biip.
Biip.
"− hello? −"
He heard her uncertain voice on the other side and drew in the air loudly, shocked, swallowing hard, taking a deep breath, running his hand over his face.
"− fuck − I − I − I did something very, very stupid − I took a whole packet of sleeping pills − I don't know what came over me − oh fuck, what have I done −" He muttered in a squeaky, high-pitched voice, like a helpless child who had broken a vase and realised what his parent would do to him when they found out.
"− what? − oh God − are you home? − I'm calling the ambulance −"
"− n-no − no, fuck, they'll kick me out of the national prosecutor's office − please −"
"− go quickly to the bathroom and try to induce vomiting − give me the code to your gate, I'll be right there −"
He seemed to act in an amok, as he rose from the couch everything around him swirled, she told him to take his phone to the restroom, so he did.
He fell to his knees in front of the toilet, shoving two fingers down his throat, after several attempts he finally threw up, whooping with his tears, coughing loudly, his whole body shaking in convulsions, his heart pounding like mad in his chest.
How could he do this, how could he be so selfish?
"− I'm sorry −" He mumbled, sliding slowly to the ground, feeling his mind begin to envelope in a blissful peace and quiet, her voice coming from the speaker of his phone seemed to him only a distant whisper, he thought he would take a nap for a while, rest and when he woke up everything would be fine.
It seemed to him that minutes, hours or years might have passed when he felt someone move his body, he shuddered as someone's fingers forced their way between his lips, his numb body powerless to resist.
"− come on, please − get it out of you − God, what have you done − please, please, come on −" He heard her crying beside him, the tips of her fingers pressing against the back of his tongue, until finally his stomach convulsed with a powerful spasm, and his body threw it all out with his throaty cough of exertion.
He heard her sobs, smelled her scent, her closeness, how her hands washed his face with water, how she stroked his head as she hugged him to her breasts, mumbling in despair that he was a fool, something warm and soft enveloped them.
He fell asleep, recognising that this was what heaven must have been like.
When he woke up he felt everything around him spinning, he muttered in displeasure, another cramp squeezing his stomach.
He pulled himself up, in the dark looking for the toilet, at the last moment leaning over it and vomited again, panting loudly, everything around him blurred, it seemed to him that it was morning.
He heard movement beside him, someone's hand touched his back and stroked him with a gentle, affectionate gesture as convulsion again shook his body, which was trying with all its might to rid itself of what he had swallowed the day before.
Nothing more than a mumble left his mouth, his head drooped involuntarily, he felt someone pull him back to keep him from sliding down onto the tiles. He lay down, something soft enveloped him again.
"− it's okay − sleep −" He heard her whisper and thought that the pills he had taken were causing him to hallucinate, that he was probably dreaming it all, and since he was and she wasn't really there he could embrace her, his arm grabbed her waist, his face snuggled between her breasts again with his loud purr of contentment and exhaustion.
He felt her hands embrace him, stroking his head and back, he thought, feeling the hard floor beneath him, that they were lying in the bathroom and she must have brought the duvet and pillows from his bedroom, sleeping in that room with him.
He fell asleep and woke up hearing someone walking around his house, once in a while someone touched his head, he heard her voice asking him some questions that he was unable to focus on, she was only answered by his frustrated sounds indicating that he just wanted to sleep on.
Finally when he opened his eyes he managed to see anything, the bathroom door was open, the light in the room was off, he had a perfect view of the corridor and part of the living room lit up in the sun, he heard someone's footsteps, his heart jumped into his throat when he saw her silhouette in the doorway.
"− hey − hey, how are you feeling? −" She muttered walking up to him and kneeling beside him, her loose hair in a slight disarray, she was wearing shorts and a plain white Tshirt. He looked away from her breasts when he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, swallowing hard.
He didn't reply, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame, remembering what he had done, how disgusting and selfish he had acted, that he had forced her to help him again despite having caused her such harm.
"− I − I would like to talk to some therapist −" He choked out with tears in his eyes, not looking at her but somewhere in front of him, his breathing shallow and uneven, it seemed to him as if his lungs had completely clenched.
"− alright − alright, I'll look for someone nearby − okay? −" She asked tentatively and he just nodded, unable to look her in the eye. He heard her get up quickly, and a moment later she was back, sitting down next to him with her phone in her hand, typing something quickly on her screen, apparently scrolling through the accounts of doctors who had offices in the same town.
"− there's a Dr Smith, he's got a free appointment in two days at one o'clock in the afternoon, or a Dr Morgan, but he… −"
"− anyone − as soon as possible −" He said dispassionately, looking blankly ahead, heard her swallow hard and click something quickly, heard his phone vibrate beside him on the floor.
"− I've booked you an appointment and sent you details via message −" She mumbled, and he nodded.
"− thank you − you can −"
"− I spoke to your sister on the phone while you were asleep and told her everything − we agreed that Daeron will stay with her and I'll watch over you until your first appointment −" She said coldly with some kind of regret from which he felt a squeeze in his throat. He pressed his lips together, feeling his body tremble and closed his eyes, wanting to just disappear.
He shuddered, looking at her in disbelief as she slipped her purple scarf out of the pocket of her tracksuit shorts, the same one he'd found on the floor and kept. She tied her hair with it, tying it into a ponytail, staring straight into his eyes.
"I found this on your couch. Did you think of me before you did it?" She asked, with soft, sure flicks of her fingers arranging her curls as she saw fit. He swallowed hard at her question, feeling a burning sense of embarrassment.
"− yes −" He sighed, she let out a quiet breath at his words, placing her hands on her thighs.
"− are you able to get up? −"
With her help he managed to rise with difficulty, he brushed his teeth feeling the still disgusting taste of vomit and acid on his tongue and then lay down on the sofa, grabbing his head. He watched her silhouetted in the kitchen as she opened the cupboards one by one until she found his first aid kit, he saw her throw away all the packets of sleeping pills he had.
"− hey −" He threw to her wrinkling his eyebrows, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink without them.
"− you'd better not speak −" She said warningly, without giving him a single glance, so he gave in, sighing heavily and closing his eyes, figuring there was no point in arguing.
To his surprise she moved around the rooms as if this was her home, sat down next to him at the other end of the sofa with an apple in her hand and turned on the TV as if nothing had happened. He looked at her, wondering if she was really going to sit here for days, but then decided it didn't matter.
When he finally got the phone call from Helaena he listened to almost half an hour of a litany from her about how irresponsible and selfish he was, only to hear a moment later that she loved him very much and that he needed to start taking care of himself, he assured her several times that he already had an appointment with a therapist, and Esmeralda wouldn't leave his side.
"− is that what you call me? −" She asked quietly after he had hung up, looking at the TV screen on which the news had just been airing, he looked at her surprised, realising that it wasn't actually her real name after all.
"− yes −" He replied lowly, playing with his phone between his fingers.
They didn't talk much to each other apart from the usual basic politeness, after a couple of hours he felt well enough to get up, he was still dizzy and still had no appetite, but he drank plenty of water and thought with relief that the danger had passed.
Evening finally fell and, tired after all that had happened, he simply headed upstairs to his bedroom, wanting to give her some solitude and privacy.
Changing into his pyjamas, which consisted of a simple t-shirt and black tracksuit bottoms, he shuddered and looked in disbelief at the door to his room when it opened, her figure stepping inside as if nothing had happened, climbing on his bed, lying under his duvet, turning her back to him.
What?
He pressed his lips together, wondering if he should say something or not, but in the end he couldn't resist.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to sleep. I'm tired. Could you turn out the light?" She asked quietly.
He grunted and, as she requested, walked over to the switch, flicking it, complete darkness fell all around them.
The thought that she was going to sleep in the same bed with him, even if only to keep an eye on him, made him instantly hard.
He lay down at a safer distance behind her, looking at her back and neck, knowing that she could feel his breath, but not daring to touch her.
He wondered if she was punishing him this way, showing him that she was at his fingertips, but after what he had done there was nothing else he could do but watch.
It would have been enough for him if he could have just jerked off looking at her, concentrating on her scent and the fact that she was next to him, but he felt he had no right to bring himself relief after all of this.
He didn't deserve it.
That's why he was just dying in agony, writhing, without his pills despite his fatigue he could not fall asleep, on top of that he was too aroused, her closeness was driving him crazy.
"− will you stop squirming? − I can't sleep −" She muttered at last, raising herself up on her elbow, looking at him with furrowed brows.
He felt his lips part involuntarily in desire at the sight of her face, at the thought that she didn't have a bra under her shirt, that there were her lovely breasts under that material that he could caress all night.
"− sorry −" He just choked out, trying to calm his breathing, his cock pulsed painfully swollen under the material of his sweatpants.
He made big eyes and flinched, embarrassed as she pushed back the duvet that covered them both, her gaze going to his trousers and what was going on inside them.
A tense silence fell between them, he could feel his whole body quivering with desire, grief and shame, he wondered if she would mock his state and his desperation.
"− we can do it if you want − like civilised people − I'd like to experience some sleep tonight −" She said softly and he looked at her in disbelief, the bulge in his sweatpants twitched hard at her words.
"− are you sure? − I wouldn't −"
"− make me feel good −" She said quietly, he drew in the air loudly as she said this, grabbing the material of her t-shirt and lifting it, pulling it over her head, revealing her lovely breasts to him.
She sighed loudly when his face immediately pressed against her nipple, alternately sucking and licking it with the tip of his tongue, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her back. She moaned quietly, surprised when he pulled her to him, her palms sliding into his hair, holding him close.
They lay on their sides, embracing each other in a tight grasp, he wriggled in disbelief and delight, willing and eager to show her how much he regretted it, how much he desired her, how much he loved her, his hand tentatively grasped her other breast, kneading it with his fingers.
"− so soft −" He gasped, listening to her quiet sighs of pleasure, he felt her throw her leg against his waist, which he grasped confidently, clenching his fingers on her thigh and pulled her closer, letting her feel how much he wanted her, his manhood throbbed impatiently beneath his trousers, hitting her stomach.
"− how −" He asked between flicks of his tongue, stroking the soft skin of her hips, slipping his hand under the material of her shorts, tracing his fingertips over her plump buttocks, wanting to be sure that this time he would do everything the way she needed it, give her pleasure and reassurance, at the pace and the way she wanted it.
She stroked his hair at his question and placed a short, warm kiss on his forehead, he murmured lowly as he felt her begin to rub against him, encouraging him to do the same, his lips letting go of her nipple with a loud plop to look at her.
"− you on top − but touch me down there first −" She whispered embarrassedly, turning onto her back, pulling his arm behind her, looking at him with a gaze hot with desire and affection.
He leaned in, letting his swollen lips brush hers, which responded immediately to his caress, her fingers cupping his neck, deepening the kiss.
"− mmm −" She hummed, squirming beneath him, he ran his hand down her body, in a tentative, unhurried motion slipping his hand under the material of her shorts, wanting to give her time to react, but she sensing this spread her thighs wider, easing his access, his fingers finally running over her swollen, hot, wet womanhood.
"− God, little one − I want to use my mouth here −" He gasped appreciatively, thinking only of the fact that he had been dreaming of this for weeks. He smiled involuntarily when he saw her nod quickly, her sweet, full lips parted in an accelerated breath.
"− okay −" She whispered quietly, letting him slide the material of her shorts and underwear off her, he marvelled at the sight of her naked body, thinking with some kind of emotion that he felt like crying.
"− so beautiful −" He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her stomach, on her womb, on her hip, on her thigh, knee and calf. He looked at her and noticed that she was watching him intently, her breasts rising and falling in uneven breaths, her hands on either side of her head.
"− come here −" He murmured softly, in a gentle motion pushing her hips closer to him, spreading them in front of him, he heard her gasp loudly as he leaned over her bared flesh. He let his hot breath envelop her skin before his nose ran over her hot womanhood, his lips lazily clinging to her folds, placing a lingering, sticky kiss on them.
He tightened his hands on her thighs when he felt her throw her head back with a sweet, surprised moan, her fingers traveling to his short hair, stroking it in impatient motion, pressing his face close to her body.
"− please −" She mumbled, and he huffed with amusement, trailing his lips up to her clit, sliding then down to her leaking opening, teasing her barely, not giving her what she needed.
"− no − we're going to do this very, very slowly − with due respect to you −" He hummed contentedly, feeling some kind of pride that he could do it this way, could give it to her and be what she needed.
She whimpered softly, writhing before him, her breathing quickened and shuddered, her body trembling in his hands, thirsting for fulfilment.
"− don't be cruel −" She mumbled resentfully, as if she thought he was teasing and taunting her. He sighed quietly, placing a warm, hot kiss on her sticky skin, a surprised, loud moan escaped her lips as the tip of his tongue suddenly forced its way inside her, deeper and deeper with each stroke, imposing an intense, fast pace on her.
"− o-oh fuck, yes, lick me −" She mewled, clenching her fingers in his hair, bucking her hips against his face, trying to find a more intense source of rubbing, he smirked under his breath as he discovered after a moment between her fleshy muscles the spot he was looking for, her moans increasingly pathetic and helpless, her walls beginning to throb around his tongue.
He heard her whimper his name, her whole body tensed as if she was trying to break away from him, but he didn't stop, letting her come on his face.
He purred contentedly as he felt how much of her moisture flowed out of her tight entrance, determined to make sure he licked every drop and not let anything go to waste despite her cries.
He surprised her when he didn't pull away, but repeated all the steps from the beginning, slowing his pace again, merely teasing her with his lips, her body twitching at his every move, overstimulated and delicate.
"− n-no more − I want you inside me −" She mumbled softly, and he looked up at her, licking his lips with his tongue, feeling her words in his trousers, and even though he planned to spend the whole night between her thighs, he couldn't refuse such a request.
"− it's okay − there you go −" He hummed, rising to his knees, slipping his sweatpants down just enough to release his swollen, hard erection leaking from his precum. He placed one hand next to her head, the other guiding the fat, pink head of his cock between her widely spread thighs.
"− such a good girl − hm? − my sweet little baby, am I right? −" He cooed and she nodded quickly, looking at him with big eyes hazed with desire, it seemed to him that she didn't recognise him, that she didn't believe he was the same man she had met then.
He didn't believe it himself, but it felt wonderful.
They both sighed loudly when, with one slow thrust, he opened her wide on his swollen length, leaning over her, pressing his forehead to hers, her trembling hand rising to stroke his cheek, her lips pressed to his in a warm, innocent kiss.
He murmured contentedly, forcing her to fit all of him inside her with an impatient thrust of his hips, he heard her quiet moan of discomfort and surprise and swallowed loudly feeling his manhood pulsing intensely inside her, so hungry for her closeness.
She closed his waist between her legs, crossing them over his back, and he lay on top of her, pulling his t-shirt off quickly, resting his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her, feeling her little, puffy nipples on his naked chest.
She sighed sweetly, looking up at him dreamily trailing her fingers down his face and neck as he slipped out of her only to sink into her again a moment later with a loud click of her moisture, she was all wet after her intense orgasm, her muscles squeezing him wonderfully from all sides.
"− that's it − just like that - it's okay −" He whispered tenderly, letting himself sink into the taste of her sticky, plump lips again, her hands trailing down his sweaty, muscled back as he involuntarily sped up, pressing his nose to her cheek, slamming into her with more and more sure, brutal thrusts of his hips, groaning low along with her.
"− oh, fuck, baby −" He gasped, listening to her moans of pleasure, her insides wonderfully warm and tight, quivering all over in sensation. He began to root aggressively into her weeping cunt panting hard, feeling that he was soaking wet, all around them only the loud sound of their moist, naked bodies slapping quickly against each other.
"− please − please − please −" She mumbled out looking up at him with her mouth wide open, digging her fingers into the hot skin of his back, he could feel her walls clench around him tighter, sucking him inside. He shuddered hard at her words, focusing now only on rooting again and again into her warm, fleshy interior.
"− I don't know if I'm going to let you sleep tonight − I think I'd rather do this with you instead −" He breathed out into her mouth, pushing his tongue deep into her throat, he felt her body shake as she convulsed, her hands clenched painfully hard on his body as she came a second time with sweet mewl of effort, panting loudly as if she couldn't catch her breath, her muscles began to throb greedily around his cock, sucking him inside.
He tilted his head back and sighed in relief, a few sloppy, rough thrusts prolonging the inevitable, his warm cum spilling deep inside her, a hot wave of pleasure surging through his lungs.
He crushed her with his body, feeling their bodies quivering and twitching all over, both of them panting hard as if they had run a marathon, their hands running blindly over each other's naked skin as if they wanted to calm and soothe each other.
"− I love you −" He muttered, lying with his eyes closed, his nose snuggled into her hot, soft cheek. "− you know that, don't you? −"
"− yes −" She answered him quietly, and he sighed heavily, snuggling into her like a small child.
That much was enough for him.
He didn't expect anything from her.
He just wanted her to know it.
He spent that night as if in a frenzy, holding her close, embracing her from behind tightly with his arms, their legs entwined together in disarray. He fell asleep with his face pressed against her hair, completely overwhelmed by her wonderful scent, the warmth of her naked body, one of her hands placed on his making sure he didn't let go of her soft breasts.
They hadn't said much to each other when they awoke, when he turned her face towards him and sank into her swollen lips in a sticky, hot kiss. She purred sleepily at this caress, her fingertips running over his jaw.
She let him take her a second time then, from behind, she was so wet that he slid into her without much difficulty, stretching her wonderfully tight walls with a sigh of delight.
He rooted into her with lazy, slow thrusts of his hips, making sure that each time the fat head of his cock rubbed her sweet spot, one of his hands playing with her nipple, the other sunk deep between her thighs, teasing her clit.
"− do you want me to stop? −" He whispered in her ear, and she shook her head, digging her fingers into his arm with which he embraced her at the waist.
"− no − it feels good −" She muttered in embarrassment, he kissed her hot cheek with a sticky click of his saliva seeing her lips parted in accelerated breath, her dreamy, warm gaze.
"− so I'm afraid I'm going to fill you a second time, sweet girl −" He hummed, running the tip of his nose over her pretty face. She moaned quietly at his words, feeling him suddenly speed up, slamming into her with more confident, brutal pushes, she tilted her head back, his lips immediately pressed against her neck.
"− don't − don't leave bruises −" She mumbled out, quickly clenching her hand in his hair, she whimpered softly as she felt his fingertips dig harder into her fleshy folds.
"− I won't, baby − shhh −" He hushed her, running his lust-swollen lips over her soft skin, feeling her weeping walls squeeze him greedily at his words, forcing him to thrust into her more aggressively, his fingers sinking into her thigh, holding her in place, panting along with her.
"− ah, G-God − She babbled, responding helplessly to his movements, both of them groaning in pleasure and relief as her muscles began to clench against him in a sudden orgasm, his thighs all sticky with her wetness.
"− yes, that's it − oh baby −" He muttered, letting go, with the last of his strength thrusting into her for a moment more before his seed filled her to the brim.
He hid the tip of his nose in her hair with his eyes closed, panting loudly with pleasure, holding firmly her body trembling in fulfilment in the tight embrace of his arms.
"− can I stay inside you? −" He whispered into her ear and she only nodded, falling into slumber again a moment later.
For the first time in many years he didn't have to get up at dawn, he didn't have to focus on work, on Daeron, on anyone or anything more than himself and her.
He couldn't believe it was really happening.
He lay thinking only of the fact that he was deep inside her, that he could feel her and smell her, he placed one of his hands over her heart wanting to feel how it beat, how her chest rose and fell in calm breaths.
The days before his appointment with the psychiatrist he had spent between her thighs.
She walked around his house wearing nothing but his T-shirt and it was enough for him standing behind her to lift its fabric a little to see her lovely, plump buttocks.
"− stop − we need to eat something −" She muttered, as he knelt on the kitchen tiles while she was trying to prepare dinner for them, so that he could kiss her hot, soft skin with a murmur of satisfaction. His hand slipped lower, between her thighs, his fingertips collecting her moisture mingled with his semen, a reminder of what he had been doing to her all day.
"− I adore you −" He gasped, sliding his lips lower, placing warm, sticky kisses on her thighs and calves, he heard her quiet sigh.
"− does your friend know that you have a second lover? −" She asked quietly, and he froze, quickly lifting his gaze to her, understanding immediately that she was talking about Alys.
He didn't want to make a mistake and lie, but he also didn't know how to present it so she would know that it was a done deal for him.
"− I stopped seeing her after what happened between us −" He said softly getting up from his knees, looking down at her, putting an unruly lock of her dark hair behind her ear. "− I didn't see the point in it, because all I was thinking about was you −"
He confessed with a kind of pain and weariness, and she lifted her gaze to him, her bright eyes looked at him piercingly, warm and gentle. He leaned in placing a long, drawn-out kiss on her forehead.
She snuggled into his chest as if seeking refuge, and he embraced her kissing the top of her head devotedly, running his large hands down her back in a reassuring, tender gesture.
"− I can't promise you anything −" She said at last, and he swallowed hard, knowing what she meant.
"− I know − I don't expect it −" He whispered, cuddling his face into her fragrant hair, closing his eyes, her closeness and her scent calming him in some strange, incomprehensible way.
"− I will always wait for you −"
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Happy Holidays! I hope yours are peaceful and joyous.
I would do dastardly things for more identity/porn/gender-is-a-side-dish WWX like the Lady MO story (omg or time travel!!!), but I also love love love your story about Zag and the Prince's court and him helping people 😍 (living blood?). And I also want to read more of FMA Ed in the desert evacuating people (?) and Roy expecting him to be a monster. Ugh and I was just going back through your masterlist and forgot about the series about Godric, but I can't find the name and don't want to run out of time!!! If the untamed still sparks joy, I would love to read a continuation of one of those stories!! If not... dealers choice? Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!
a continuation of 1 2 3 4
Salazar hasn't had much interaction with the Ravenclaws. His father considers them to be old fashioned, which is the nicest way he's ever called someone poor. Salazar doesn't think the family is particularly poor, even for their status, except perhaps in relation to the level of wealth that marrying his mother gave his father access to.
Or it could be the way certain members of that family never seem to quite manage to give his mother the respect she deserves. Salazar isn't particularly inclined to judge the lot of them based on the actions of a few, but that's not a trait that he got from either of his parents.
Rowena could go either way, considering she's burst down their door and is looking to curse his best friend inside out for the great sin of giving in to his mother's desire to arrange his marriage.
As if he could have stopped her. Salazar wouldn't cross Lady Gryffindor for all the gold in his vault. Godric does it occasionally, as he is the favored son, but certainly not over something like his marriage.
He can tell by Helga's grin that she's far less wary of Rowena, but that's probably because she's delighted when someone manages to take Godric down in a fight. She's disinclined to do it herself unless he really irritates her - beating respect into him is apparently not sustainable.
Personally, Salazar has found it the quickest way to get Godric's head of his ass, but playing mediator between Godric and Helga just ends up with the both of them pissed at him. He's learned to leave them to it.
"Slytherin," Rowena says slowly and Salazar tenses, readying himself for a comment about his father and his choices, then she says, "You've been traveling with him. You know where he is then?"
If anything, Godric's been traveling with him. There are idiots looking to die on his friend's sword everywhere and the books he and Helga are hunting down are significantly harder to find.
"He's at the tournament now," Helga says. Salazar rolls his eyes. "You can probably petition to swap in for his next opponent if you have a personal grievance."
Rowena's eyes narrow. At him, for some reason, even though he hasn't even said anything. "I thought you were his second?"
"I am," he says, then waits for the comment about his scholarly reputation and lack of public duels.
"He's at the tournament," she says slowly, "and you're here."
Salazar tries to think of a way to put this delicately.
"Have you seen the idiots that live around here?" Helga scoffs. "He's not going to need a second. Frankly, he could win with only using his wand or his sword. Subjecting them to both almost seems cruel."
Ah, Helga. A lack of growing up among nobility has left her with all the subtlety of a curse between the eyes.
He wishes he didn't find it endearing, but he wouldn't get along so well with Godric or Helga otherwise.
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Virgin Slayer — Series Masterlist
━━━━━ . ゚。 ₍ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ₎ 。゚. ━━━━━
College au. Photographer/fuckboy Eren shoves you, an innocent religious girl, down his rabbit hole of perversion and sin.
I recommend reading this on ao3. Tumblr really fucks the format up and makes it harder to read.
1/9/24: this fic is only avaliable on ao3 at the moment because the author is too lazy to repost it on here vv sorry
#001; Genesis
You meet Eren at a party, that you never really wanted to be at in the first place. He talks you, the innocent little catholic girl, into some very… sinful things.
#002; Phases
You meet Eren at the local mall to hold him to his promise and you have every intention of getting a new phone and leaving - never to see the fuckboy again. He’s always been pretty good at talking good girls into turning bad though.
#003; Daylight
Eren pushes you way out of your pathetic little bubble and further exposes you to his world of intense sexual delights.
#004; Lucid
You follow Eren’s instructions, playing with your new toys and making sure that he can witness the entire affair.
#005; Hellborn
Eren has turned you into a little freak just like him. The two of you spend a night together being absolute hell raisers, until someone else’s feelings threaten to drive a wedge between the two of you.
#006; Aurora
Your expectations for Eren rise. He invites himself to spend the holiday with you and your parents. Maybe he just doesn’t want to be apart from you or maybe this friends with benefits relationship just isn’t working for him anymore.
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You want a sinning prompt, ill give you a sinning prompt *cough*Ascendedform!usingyoutomakBloodofRaphaeltieflings*cough*
A/n: /checks the time Ok. It’s sin o’clock. I'm hiding everything under the cut. Because it's...well. You know.
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Ascended!Raphael x Reader 18+: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the consequences of your actions.
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"Look at you," Haarlep breathes the words against your ear, nose tweaked against your cheek. There's a scrape of teeth, and you shiver, screwing your eyes shut against the sensation. Sensitive, so sensitive. Every nerve in your body feels alive. They lick across to the corner of your mouth, turning your head to kiss you deeply. The incubus' tail curls around your thigh, urging your legs to fall apart for him. Fingers circle your clit, a lazy series of strokes meant to build you higher but never break. He chuckles, a mimicry of affection, as he kisses you again. "Such a pretty mess you make. Even Raphael couldn't fault my work."  
You gasp, head lolling back against their shoulder. His right arm is a vice holding you back against his chest. The warmth of them helps. Haarlep smells like summer fires and vetiver, fresh and burning; it suits them. You're burning. 
Their fingers dip lower, pressing into you and scissoring. You whimper, and Haarlep swallows the sound, pushes their tongue into your mouth, and makes you taste, drink, and welcome him. The fever is almost unbearable. The incubus has stretched and stretched you. All you feel is empty.
"Good girl," they coo. Haarlep wipes your slick on your thigh. They smile against your skin. "So good for us. So ready. Say it, sweetling. Say you're ready." 
"Please."
"Ah, ah, that," they nip the tip of your nose, "was not what I asked: are you ready, pet?" 
"I'm ready. Gods, please!" 
"Oh, darling," he shifts, dragging fingers down your sternum, your belly, down to the apex of your thighs. "After tonight, not one of your gods will have you. All ours. Always." Haarlep hums, leaning their head against yours. "Isn't that right, Raphael?" 
Raphael waits, kneeling. The ascended fiend tilts its head to the side, tongue lolling from the center mouth. Its eyes burn with animal intelligence; part of it is weighing Haarlep's words, tasting them. Its wings fan out to the side, brushing the tile, braced for stability. The clawed hands rest on either side of the pair of you. 
The beast noses your chest. Scents you. And purrs. You groan, shifting back against Haarlep, lifting your hips. 
How lovely you'll look, he'd said, as conversational as he might have been over brunch, full of my seed. That's what you want, yes? To be good for me? Serve me? 
You wanted it more than your next breath. The fiend tastes you first, its growl vibrating through your body. The heat makes you shift, panting, glancing over your shoulder for help. The flat of its tongue covers the whole of your cunt with flat pressure, warm and wet; Haarlep leads you in a lazy rock, cock still pressed against your ass. You clench at his thighs, searching for purchase, anything, as the fiend works itself up. The more it laps at you, the wetter you get. The better you taste. The more it wants. Up, and up, and up, and there has to be a breaking point, there has to be a ceiling, there has to, has to, has to…
Your back bows, thrusting into the creature's touch. There is enough of Raphael in there to delight in this naked affectation, and it howls its pleasure, tongue pressing inside your clenching hole. It's being filled with heat, stretched, and you can't help but fuck yourself onto it, welcoming more. You want him. You wish you could put into words how badly you want him. 
You're lucky, you know, he'd breathed the words against your lips, skirt rucked up around your hips. His hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he thrusts into you. I've chosen you, little mouse. My treasure…what pretty spawn you'll give me.
And, oh, it's too much. Too much, the head of its cock pressed to your soppy cunt. Haarlep spreads your legs wider, angles you, purring filth in your ear until you're grinding down, desperate. They want to see you speared on him, want to listen to you babble, want to watch you come and come. Raphael pushes, and you jolt, feeling your body finally relent. 
You could never take all of him, but you take enough. It lowers its head, licks your cheek, and howls. It fucks without grace or concern, pulling you where it wants, its head thrown back, taking. In the back of your mind, you're vaguely aware of Haarlep laughing, lifting your hips just enough to let the fiend slide deeper. Air is an afterthought. You're screaming, and it's sharp, everything: the heat, the pain, the pleasure. Sweat tracks down your body in lazy rivulets. You're coming apart, but your body won't stop. It's rocking with him, hungry. One of the fiend's hands snakes around your waist, jerking you away from the incubus and into it. 
You belong to Raphael, his, his, and you shake, one hand tangling in your hair, one reaching out for Haarlep. He leans over you and kisses you just long enough to leave a fresh swell of intoxicating pleasure rocketing through your system. And then leaves you to the fiend. 
You lose track. You're exhausted. It flips you onto your front, up on your knees, filling you again. You ache, but it's good. Its folded over you, panting, screaming, and you break again, clutching at its cock. And when Raphael finally comes, you want to sob; forehead pillowed on your arms—filled with him, full of him. Its spend drips down your thighs. 
Fingers, oddly gently, card over your lower back and thighs. Raphael, your Raphael, leans over you, pressing a kiss to the small of your back. He gathers his seed with a chuckle, pushing it back into your cunt. You moan. 
"Look at you," he mumbles. "So beautiful. Eternally mine." 
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Now that we've canonically met Crowley as an angel - are there any fics you feel portray his character before the fall particularly well (i.e., are similar to his portrayal in the show?)
Here are some angel Crowley fics written post-series two...
The Last Flight of the North Star by ghost_daddy (G)
In which Crowley talks to his past self in an attempt to get closure.
I still remember you (even if you have forgotten) by Maleniya (NR)
A fic about Aziraphale witnessing the trail of angel Crowley (Raphael), and how that affects him emotionally.
Love Me As I Am Not As I Was by Vicky87 (T)
Where, “restored to full Angelic status” didn't mean what the Angel thought it did.
An Archangel's Unsuccessful Guide to Heaven by thericochetarrow (G)
He looked at the box halfway hammered against the wall and the hammer in Raphael’s hand. “What are you doing?” “Oh, this?” Raphael gestured at the box. “I’m installing a suggestion box.” Aziraphale blinked. “A… suggestion box?”
Aziraphale and Crowley's (formerly known as the Archangel Raphael) first few meetings up in Heaven, back when everything was fine, and the worst sin that anyone could commit was installing a suggestion box right outside the Metatron's office.
come raise your flag upon me by trinityofone (T)
“Would you care to do the honors?” the Metatron asks. Aziraphale persuades Crowley to accompany him to Heaven, to be Forgiven. Things get...weirder before they get better.
Starmaker and Starlight by NohaIjiachi (G)
“Uhm, excuse me--”
“Oh, it’s you!” the Angel replied, a delighted smile opening on their face once they’d turned toward Aziraphale with a curious blink, and Aziraphale felt something writhe somewhere in his core, like part of him did a happy little somersault. It felt so… Nice, not only being recognized (he did tend to fly under the radar, he knew. He just had one of those faces, you know), but also being welcomed with such open joy.
“Yes. Hello! again,” Aziraphale said with a little nervous laugh, promptly wishing to smack himself. Why did he always have to be so awkward? “I, ah, I was wondering if I could--”
“Suuuuure, com’here!” the Angel replied, self assured and so very confident, the exact opposite of all Aziraphale was. They vaguely waved their hand, and a second little cloud of stardust appeared at their side, sparkling and ever churning with pink and purple hues. “The view from here is the best, get yourself comfortable!”
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Aziraphale is lucky enough to meet the nebula Angel a second time, and then a third, and then... Well. The rest is history.
- Mod D
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“We're all Mad here."
This is the first of a 7-part headcanon series for the Rollo at the Writing Desk blog event; the theme is basically "Rollo pays a visit to each of the dorms, and then chaos ensues". He'll have a chance to reconnect with old enemies friends from Glorious Masquerade, as well as meet new deplorable mages people! First up, an oldie but a goodie... Heartslabyul! (This one is extremely long because there are so many characters to account for 🤡)
A Big Heartslabyul Welcome to Rollo!
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His nose is assaulted with the overpowering aroma of roses as soon as he steps foot into the garden. In his hand is an invitation to Heartslabyul: it's the 5th of the month, and therefore, they will be holding a tea party as per the rules of the Queen of Hearts. The guest of honor? Him: Rollo Flamme.
He's immediately flanked by two lines of Heartslabyul students in dorm uniforms, their faces painted with a card suit and trumpets in hand. The brass instruments sound loudly as he passes.
The dorm has gone out of its way to prepare for this occasion: they've strung up lots of flags and lanterns, brought out their best tablecloths and fanciest silverware. The roses are both red and white today too--the colors together, signaling the arrival of a new acquaintance.
Rollo grimaces at the fanfare, the colorful decorations strung up, the sickeningly sweet smells wafting over. It's an ill reminder of Topsy-Turvy Day back home, how all the locals delight in the sin called magic.
Waiting for Rollo deep in the rose garden is the dorm leader and his second-in-command to greet him. Riddle offers a small, polite smile and extends a hand. "Rollo-senpai." (His thinking is, "Rollo-senpai is the headmaster's esteemed guest. Regardless of what happened in the past, we must maintain decorum for the duration of his stay.") Trey nods and gives a slight tip his hat.
Rollo meets them with a stiff smile of his own. His grasp on Riddle’s hand is impersonal, cold. “Riddle-kun and company. I am humbled to be invited to participate in your dormitory’s time-honored traditions.” (It’s a lie, but no one needs to know.)
The celebration begins! Rollo is allowed to sit near the head of the table, and he’s presented with a generous selection of familiar foods: croissants, madeleines, mousses, choux pastries, macarons, tarte tarin… even accursed savarin, the cake he considered the least appetizing.
“I did some research on the City of Flowers,” Trey casually explains. “I heard that’s where you’re from, so I wanted to give you a taste of home away from home.” (And in spite of how much he loathes mages, even Rollo is impressed. “Hmm, most astute. I must say, I commend your diligence.”)
Deuce offers to help Trey serve the guests. He's clumsy as he goes about pouring tea and passing out treats, but he's trying his best! When Deuce gets to Rollo, he attempts to bow in reverence--but ends up smacking his head into Rollo's chin and spilling tea all over him instead!
... Needless to say, Rollo is NOT happy about it, especially not when Riddle intervenes with magic to clean him up against his wishes. Deuce apologizes profusely to him for the rest of the day.
With the abundance of sweets, poor Cater's suffering out here. He makes whatever excuses he can to shove off his desserts onto Rollo, gushing about how "We gotta spoil our guest with Heartslabyul hospitality! Go on, have some of Cay-kun's cakes!"
Riddle offers Rollo a strawberry tart as a sort of... peace offering? Rollo accepts it, but he takes only a small sliver from the whole tart and nibbles on that like a starving man might ration his last loaf of bread. It raises eyebrows, but Riddle wisely chooses to not comment. It doesn't go unnoticed by Rollo, who simply replies, "Everything in moderation."
There's some tension amongst the group, on account of what went down in the City of Flowers having been told to a few select dorm members. Ace in particular is eyeing Rollo suspiciously while he munched on a slice of cherry pie.
"This dorm can barely handle one anger-prone arsonist," he had told Deuce prior to the party, "now we're supposed to deal with TWO? You might as well just set the whole garden on fire to save us some time." (But to Ace's surprise, Deuce actually defended Rollo. "He deserves a chance to redeem himself! If I'm aiming to go from delinquent to honor student, then I should have the same faith in others to change too!")
Whenever Rollo has his back to the first years, Ace makes faces at him or mimics the uptight way Rollo sits—back straight, fingers laced, expression neutral yet stern. When Rollo looks back, Ace returns to acting like everything is totally normal.
Shockingly, it’s Rollo that makes the first faux paus of the afternoon. After the incident with Deuce, he requests coffee in lieu of tea, which earns audible gasps from around the garden. Rollo stares at all the mobs gawking at him as though he has committed a heinous crime. Riddle looks like he's going to strangle a cat. “… Have I said something out of turn?”
Trey intervenes with a fresh cup of tea and tells everyone to relax, whispering to Rollo that coffee is only for birthdays. Really, Trey ends up playing mediator for the entire party.
It's then that Rollo learns that there exists a set of rules penned by the Queen of Hearts herself. Riddle proudly declares that he knows all 810 of them by heart (and that he expects all of his dorm members to do the same to honor the Queen's spirit of strictness). "Oh? And just what might these rules be?" Rollo asks.
Riddle's more than happy to oblige with a looong lecture about the 810 rules. He starts a pop quiz on the spot to test Rollo, and, to everyone's shock, he answers each and every one of them correctly. "I guess you're not student council president of Noble Bell College for nothing," Riddle mutters. "You have an impressive memory." (In truth, Rollo only made an effort to perform well out of sheer spite.)
Cater mentions that he thinks Riddle and Rollo are a lot alike. This riles them both up, and they simultaneously shout, “In what way am I like him?!” (“Ooh, you even share the same thoughts. That’s big twin energy,” Cater laughs.)
While talking over tea, Cater learns that Rollo writes letters instead of using social media. "Eeeeh, there are people that live in this day and age without a Magicam account?! How do you survive..." Cater proceeds to spend the rest of the party chatting him up and trying to convince him to make an account so he can keep in touch (terrible, really--Cater is exactly the type of noisy, frivolous person Rollo detests), all the while Rollo tries his best to dodge questions.
The meal is finished without further (major) incidents--but roughly 15 minutes in, Riddle claps his hands and announces that everyone must leave the table, as per rule 271. Rollo starts to excuse himself, Trey lays a hand on his shoulder and beams. "We need one more player for croquet."
And so Rollo is dragged into playing a round with the Heartslabyul boys. He's told the rules and handed a red flamingo and hedgehog (both of which stare at him dubiously as he handles them as though they're diseased).
On his first turn, Rollo struggles to get his mallet and ball to behave! The flamingo keeps twisting its neck instead of staying straight for his shot, and the hedgehog keeps scampering away!! "Strange, they usually behave so well," Riddle notes. ("They must not like the cartoon supervillain vibes he's giving off," Ace grumbles in the background. "A-Ace! You can't just say that!" Deuce protests. "What if he hears?!")
His hedgehog sneezes when he at last punts it, which brings the game to a screeching halt as all the card soldiers burst out into song. (Rule 304, Rollo lamented. Why can't they be silent like unrung bells?! His blood pressure is rising, his ears ringing. He tries to focus on the match to distract himself.)
Over time, Rollo becomes more accustomed with how to get a control of his mallet and ball--he's back in the game! (It's not that he's particularly competitive, but he absolutely refuses to be outdone by these haughty NRC mages... especially not Riddle, who's smirking at him so smugly!)
Unfortunately for Rollo, he can't beat Riddle despite his best efforts--though he does manage to snag second place, pulling a little ahead of Trey. There's polite clapping from the other players to congratulate them (though a few look worried).
As Rollo is returning his equipment, a horrible realization dawns on him: rule 703: Whoever comes in 2nd place during a croquet match must serve tea to the Queen the next day. He slowly turns to Riddle, whose arms are folded expectantly. "I eagerly await my tea," the redhead tells him.
Rollo feels faint. He dabs at his forehead with his handkerchief in a vain attempt to dispel some of his dread. (It doesn't help one bit.)
Before he's able to leave, Cater pulls in him by the arm, his phone at the ready. "We should totes take a group selfie to commemorate the occasion~ Since you don't have a Magicam account, I'll print up a copy for you to pick up when you drop by tomorrow!"
Rollo doesn't have the chance to protest before Heartslabyul members crowd around him, squeezing in for the photo. It's hard for him to breathe, trapped between all these writhing bodies and surrounded by boisterous laughter.
He catches the eye of Riddle beside him and manages to choke out, "How you manage with this kind of madness every day, I'll never understand."
"It is mad, yes," Riddle says with a knowing smile, "and there are days when my dorm members drive me up the wall and leave me with no choice but to collar them in retaliation. Still... I think that's part of the fun. The chaos is ours to share. It's something I've never experienced in the small world I came from."
"Preposterous. There is no conceivable way anyone in their right mind would be endeared to this."
... Right?
Just as the tendril of doubt makes itself known… SNAP! The picture is taken, forever immortalizing the moment.
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Welcome to my masterlist!
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Titfucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS “Earthly Delight” by @thew0man ART
Glory Hole, (Kinktober 2023) GN
Pregnancy, (Kinktober 2023)
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Divine Desires [COMING SOON] PS
You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your early adulthood, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.
One shots
Hate Sex, (Catholic!Reader) (Kinktober 2023) ⛧ Part 2
Public Sex, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Lupercalia
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Collaring, (Kinktober 2023)
Medical Play, (Kinktober 2023) GN
Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Thigh Fucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS
Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Cardinal Copia) (Kinktober 2023) A GN
Teratophilia, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+) PS
Time Travel Prompt (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble)
Outdoor Sex (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN
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Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)
After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.
Lost in Translation ⛧ Masterlist
As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?
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Pegging (Kinktober 2023) GN
Praise Kink, (Kinktober 2023) PS
Olfactophilia, (Kinktober 2023)
Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Papa Emeritus III) (Kinktober 2023) A GN
Free Use, (Kinktober 2023)
Midnight Surveillance DF (21+)
Succin the Ghocc (Ko-fi exclusive drabble)
Tulips and Daisies
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Dubcon, (Fan roleplay) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Orgasm Denial (Kinktober 2023)
Deepthroating & Face Sitting (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Mary "Piss Boy" Goore PS
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Alpha
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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Gale
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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Moss
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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Omega
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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Stream
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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Eras 4 & 5
Aurora
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Food Play (Kinktober 2023) S
Cirrus
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Sensory Deprivation (Kinktober 2023) S
Cumulus
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Sex Toys (Kinktober 2023) S
Dewdrop
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Realm of Souls ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+) A
In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit.
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Stuck in Wall (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Swiss) SFW.
Mountain
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Size Kink (Kinktober 2023) GN
Spanking (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN
Phantom
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The Cardinal ⛧ Masterlist
You got a promotion, and a new promotion means a new uniform and your very own Ghoul-in-training! That Ghoul just so happens to be your closest friend, Phantom. However, your new uniform and position does something to Phantom that gets harder and harder to deny.
One shots
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Rain
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Rimming (Kinktober 2023) GN
Swiss
Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)
After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.
Coming soon...
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Panties & Lingerie, (Kinktober 2023)
Breathplay, (Kinktober 2023)
Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Dewdrop) SFW.
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Breeding (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)
Sister Imperator
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doumadono · 4 months
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Sinful Sunday:Izuku
After being away from his s/o for almost 2 weeks, he comes back from his hero mission filled with pent up stress and just dominates s/o in bed(which is usually unexpected). :)
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Warnings: aged-up Izuku
SINFUL SUNDAY
Izuku returns from a mission, and the first thing you observe is a tangible undercurrent of frustration. It manifests in the tight clenching of his jaw, the subtle flexing of his arms, and the audible huffs that escape him, betraying a simmering anger.
All you desire is to alleviate his stress and soothe his nerves, so you initiate a series of kisses while gently massaging his shoulders.
Before long, Izuku positions you on his lap, engaging in a passionate make-out session.
Your heart races in your chest as Izuku transitions from playful teasing to slipping his warm fingers under your pants and into your panties, caressing your clit in slow, rhythmic circles.
He revels in maintaining a sense of control, orchestrating every movement to his liking and guiding the rhythm with a firm grip on your hips.
"Get undressed for me, sweetheart. Slowly."
Izuku's directives are delivered in a hushed, yet authoritative tone that elicits a shiver down your spine.
Watching you obediently follow his commands brings him satisfaction, and he's quick to reward your efforts with series of passionate kisses, especially when the tasks are challenging.
His hand becomes an instrument of pleasure. Spanking gradually intensifies as Midoriya gains confidence, leaving you breathless and whispering in delight, grinding your naked pussy against his clothed crotch.
Soon, he gently moves you from his lap, shedding his own clothes. In a brief span, the intense connection is made as his eager, hard dick slams into your pussy from behind, doggy style.
You quickly become a moaning mess, trying to roll your hips to meet all of his thrusts.
He spanks your ass a few times. "Just stay still, doll, or I'll have to punish you."
He increases his pace, pushing your head into the pillow.
“Look at your little pussy dripping for me. You've yearned for this moment, haven't you? Just as intensely as I have, as I can see. Oh, fuck, yeah, shake your ass for me like that, doll."
Izuku's slamming in and out of you, his pelvic bone hitting your ass over and over again.
Izuku's fascination with counting your orgasms introduces an element of overstimulation, as he strives to surpass previous records each time. He reaches around you to rub your clit in fast, little circles.
Exhausted and thoroughly pleasured, his actions become sloppy; your pussy tightening around his dick as a sign of your impending climax sends him on his edge.
He spanks your ass again. "Cum for me, now."
At his directive, you cum intensely, and shortly after, you feel his release filling you up to the brim. "Izuku!"
He continues a few more thrusts, assisting you in prolonging the ecstasy of your peak, before carefully pulling his cock out, watching his seed oozing from your entrance and down on the bed.
After sex, his prowess extends to aftercare. He stays by your side, providing comfort until you come down from the euphoric high. "I love you, doll."
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It really is amazing how little of Bart's actual history is known of by even well read comic enjoyers; because while Bart is in a lot of comics outside of his own - much of what makes him him and events that are important to his own placement in the world are not really touched on in other comics like Young Justice.
You can read Young Justice in its entirety and not a whole lot about Bart's core character beyond his surface level personality (and some have argued it is ooc) is revealed with exception to one special where Carol guest stars in, the Sins of Youth Special, and his conversation with Cissie concerning Max.
This of course is true for basically everyone when they are in team-up books, but I find the depth and range of knowledge of Bart (and Kon too) to be strikingly not well known among fans of Young Justice, even those that love Bart and it is easy to love him when he guest stars in other comics.
It just reminds me of the ever popular iceberg meme.
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What inspired this is casual conversations with Young Justice comic fans and discussing Bart as a character where some pretty basic things were unknown of. "What is he anyway? Where does he live? Is he an orphan or what? Who is Max?"
It's a delight to open the door for fans that have not read his series and I always get a little joy when the shock settles in that Bart does in fact live in Alabama during the Young Justice days, and is also technically an orphan and in a foster care/legal guardianship situation.
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Guilt, Gilear and Fig Faeth
"You felt guilt for the quality of my life?" "I mean, how could I not? I'm a living embodiment of someone betraying you." "I'm going to turn my life around and I've been failing you, and that's over now." I've touched on this conversation, but this exchange, in the Fantasy High Sophomore Year episode "Hellbound", goes a long way towards explaining how Fig acts around her (adopted) father and how he views her. All the rest of the characters treat Gilear with a sort of amused pity, but Fig has always treated him with compassion. Before season one began, Gilear had already moved out after Fig's demonic parentage was revealed, but Fig's reaction always came off as teen rebellion and anger at her mom rather than deep-seated self-loathing. She loves him as her father and works tirelessly to help him get better in a fucked-up, self-imposed penance for a sin she didn't commit.
And the fact that Gilear never even considered thinking about Fig that way is beautiful. It never occurred to him to blame the young woman he raised (for all intents and purposes, his daughter) for the misfortune in his life, the moment he called her a "demon" before the series began obviously something he deeply regrets that he never repeats. He's delighted (if not surprised) when she moves into Strongtower Luxury Appartments with him and does what he can to provide for her and her friends. He's supportive of her (especially her relationship with Ayda, which he notes is infinitely more healthy than her weird relationship at the hospital) and sacrifices himself to save her. She always comes first for him.
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To Catch a Cardinal: Chapter II
Song recommendation for this series!
Chapter I, Chapter III
•♥︎𖤐♥︎•
You hadn’t seen much of Copia in a few days, mostly because the Papas kept you busy and the Cardinal was also being kept occupied with work in his office. Sometimes at night, when you were laying awake in bed, you’d hear footsteps down the corridor outside your room. You wondered if it was him, finally trudging back to his quarters after working a long day on translations and black mass preparations and everything else that was in that big stack of paper he was carrying the other day.
The more you thought of it, the more you wanted to throw open the door and pull him inside your room so you could hold him all night long. That subtle need deep inside you burned brighter with each passing day, especially when you kept hearing so many people throughout the day make jokes about Copia, about how weird and awkward he was.
You had passed him in the halls a few times, and you couldn’t help the way your smouldering gaze would sweep over his form. There was just something about Copia that had you biting your lip every time you saw him, always looking good enough to eat in his cassock and biretta. He, on the other hand, had a hard time holding your gaze, his cheeks flushing and his mismatched eyes darting away from yours several times, shyly shooting down to the scandalously high slit in your habit. You always gave him a little smile; a warm one, a respectful one, one that showed the Cardinal that you weren’t laughing at him like everyone else was.
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You were just waiting for an excuse to visit him in his office; fuck, it actually kind of made you feel restless as you stood in the hallway, using a feather duster to clean the ornate candelabras that lined the walls.
Sisters of sin could often be seen doing daily tasks and chores around the abbey, and you were no exception. You all shared the workload, either being assigned certain chores each week or choosing which ones you wanted to partake in. Dusting was one of your personal favourites, so that you could daydream and hum to yourself while doing the mindless work. When there was no one around, sometimes you would pretend like you were in a 1950s musical, dancing and singing and twirling all around with your little feather duster.
It wasn’t long before Sister Imperator called your name, startling you out of your daze.
“Sister Imperator!” You greeted her with a smile.
“Oh, good, you’ve done a marvellous job with the dusting, Sister!” She grinned, gesturing to your work. “Why don’t you take a break for now? It’s shopping day and I was thinking you and some other sisters could head into town and get some things. We’re in desperate need of more black candles, and things like that. Here, I’ve made a list.” She explained, handing you a piece of paper.
“Sure thing!” You nodded, taking the paper and looking it over. It contained things that were needed for mass, like candles and incense, and also ingredients for certain rituals.
“Excellent!” Imperator clasped her hands together happily. “I’ve already told the others so I’ll have a ghoul bring the car around shortly. You can also all get some snacks and things that you’d like to eat, by the way.” She told you. “Oh, and why don’t you go get C from his office and take him with you? It would do him good to get out a little bit!” She added before turning and walking away.
A delighted smirk found its way onto your face as you quickly abandoned your dusting for now, heels clicking as you made your way there.
You stopped by your room to get a Mix Max cake before slinking down the corridor to his office.
You knocked on the ornate, dark wooden door, trying not to look too excited as you waited for the man to answer. You heard some rustling before the door was pulled open, Copia’s sweet face lighting up when he saw you. However, you weren’t exactly sure what it lit up with. Fear? Excitement? Nervousness? Perhaps a mix of everything?
“Hi Cardinal.” You greeted him, a lilt of flirtatiousness in your voice as you held up the little wrapped cake.
“O-oh, ciao, Sorella! Grazie.” He stuttered nervously, taking the cake from you with a shy smile creeping onto his face. You were the only one who was kind to him, you made him feel… special. And it did something to him inside, you did something to him inside. The mere sight of you made his head spin, gave him anxiety and butterflies in his stomach and rendered him a tongue-tied and stuttering fool. Well, Copia supposed that he was perhaps just naturally a tongue-tied and stuttering fool. But still, your essence nearly pained him, and the fact that you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen yet you were the kindest to him… Well, it seemed almost paradoxical. The poor man didn’t suspect a thing about you finding him romantically interesting, however. He simply thought you were being nice out of pity.
“How are you settling in, Cardinal?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. You swore his breath hitched in his throat at that, at the way you were standing just a bit too close than what would be considered appropriate.
“Ehh, I- Si, good, I… Well, si, thank you.” He finally settled on saying, but you felt like he was leaving something out. You could only guess that it was about the way he was being ruthlessly made fun of by the other siblings of sin.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Cardinal? You’re looking a little flushed.” You gently fawned over the man, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to feel for a fever.
“I…” Copia quietly started, but trailed off, not knowing what to say.
After a moment, you shook your head, murmuring something about your hands always being cold, and you cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his forehead instead. You know, just to get a more accurate idea of his temperature.
Now you were sure you heard the Cardinal’s breath hitch at that, not only from your action but because from this angle, the only thing in his line of sight was your cleavage showing from the low cut neckline of your habit. But as quickly as it happened, it was over. You pulled away, trying to hide your delight at his deeply reddened cheeks and widened eyes.
You took the cake out of his gloved hands, unwrapping it and holding it up to his lips.
“Here, eat. I know you’ve been working a lot, right? Have you eaten?” You asked, watching as he took a bite, letting you feed him.
Copia shook his head no, sheepishly flicking his eyes down. He was nearly overwhelmed by the sight of your bare leg sticking out of the slit in your habit and how it was lightly brushing up against his cassock from how close to him you were standing.
Feeding him another bite, you placed your other hand on his shoulder once more, gently getting his attention.
“So, we’re going into town today because we need to get some supplies, and Sister Imperator said you should come. Do you want to?” You proposed.
“Mm,” Copia nodded, finishing the last of the cake. “Okie dokie, I will come..” He agreed, and sweet Satan, your heart melted right then and there. This adorable old man really just said okie dokie in complete seriousness and for some reason that drove you wild. It made you wet, it made lust pool deep within you, it made you want to devour him.
“Good.” You smiled simply, catching his mismatched gaze as you licked the residual chocolate off your fingers. He watched you intently, swallowing nervously as he awaited your next move.
“Well, I’ll meet you out front in a few minutes! Sister Imperator said she was having a ghoul bring the car around.” You chirped happily, the hand on his shoulder ghosting down his arm before you spun on your heel and left.
Copia was left flustered and slightly confused, wondering if all this really happened or if you were just a daydream.
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You met Sisters Mable, Ava, Lilith, and Emily on the grand front steps of the abbey, the ghoul already waiting in the sleek black 1949 Rolls-Royce.
“Wow, you look hot!” Sister Mable commented, looking you up and down as the other sisters agreed. Well, all of them except Emily. Recently, you had started wearing your dressier habit, the one with the low cut neckline and scandalously high slit. None of the other sisters ever wore theirs, usually just sticking to the standard one.
“What, this old thing? Why, I only wear it when I don’t care how I look~” You giggled, twirling a lock of your hair and making the other girls laugh.
The sisters got into the car, and that’s when Copia came shuffling out of the large doors, his gloved hands clasped meekly in front of himself as he made his way to the car.
“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me…” Mable grumbled.
“Who invited the weirdo?” Emily asked loudly, obviously striving to make Copia feel as unwelcome as possible.
“Sister Imperator suggested he come.” You retorted. “And, well, I think he should too.” You added, giving the poor man an encouraging little smile when his eyes met yours, clearly surprised by you sticking up for him to your friends.
“Well, looks like there’s no more room in the car anyway so he’ll have to stay home!” Lilith chimed in, a smug smile on her face as she gestured to the last spot in the backseat.
“No, because I’ll just-“ You gestured for Copia to get in the car, and when he did, you took a seat right on his lap and closed the door. “There.” You said, the finality in your voice shutting up the other girls, who only stared at you in surprise.
“Is this okay?” You asked the Cardinal, who quickly nodded and stammered out a shy affirmation, his arms naturally coming to wrap around your waist like a seatbelt.
And with that, you were all on your way; gazing out the window as the ghoul drove you into town.
But suddenly the car turned onto this one road and- Satan below, were they doing construction here or something? The road was so ridiculously bumpy, causing everyone in the car to bounce up and down rapidly.
You squirmed on Copia’s lap as you bounced, trying to keep your place and not slide off. Your one hand was tightly gripping the ceiling handle of the car while your other hand found purchase on the Cardinal’s thigh, which was surprisingly muscular.
However, that mental observation was immediately interrupted by something far more… intrusive.
Oh…. Oh. Your eyes widened in realization at what it was. The more you bounced and squirmed, the harder Copia’s cock got, so you could feel every inch of it fully pressing against you as it strained against the pants he wore under his cassock. And holy fuck, he was… big. You also became aware of the Cardinal’s strained breaths as he desperately fought to keep quiet, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as his cheeks burned with shame.
He really did feel so fucking ashamed, like the biggest pervert on the face of the planet. But he just couldn’t help it, not when your perfect ass was pressed against him like this, practically grinding against him.
You shifted again from a particularly obnoxious bump in the road and suddenly his cock was pressed right into your pussy, causing you to yelp out loud from the shock of pleasure.
“Are you alright??” Ava asked you.
“Y-yeah just-! This road is so bumpy, I hit my head on the ceiling of the car.” You lied, even rubbing the top of your head to make it seem convincing.
“Yeah, this road is crazy!” Lilith laughed in disbelief.
You and Copia both stifled moans, releasing sighs of relief when the car finally pulled onto a normal fucking street.
After a few moments, you turned slightly sideways on the Cardinal’s lap, causing him to tense up and exhale shakily with each of your movements.
You were so close, the tips of your noses nearly brushing as you leaned in, cupping your hands around his ear.
“I think there’s something in your pocket that’s poking me.” You whispered, playing dumb, but your voice had a slight edge of knowingness to it. You pulled away just enough to gauge his reaction, and Copia only nodded, biting his lip.
“M-mi dispiace…” He murmured.
“Don’t be.” You replied quietly, biting your own lip to prevent a smirk from forming as you turned to face forward again.
𖤐 to be continued 𖤐
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flowerandblood · 10 days
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The Gate of Salvation NSWF Alphabet
[ young pope • Aemond x catholic • female ]
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NSWF Alphabet for Aemond from my mini series The Gate of Salvation made for my one year celebration. I show perspective of what it looked like with his beloved. Dirty things below.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)
Afterwards, he is a complete devastated, crying mess, going through some kind of panic attack, and the only thing that can calm him down is her reassurances that she still loves him, that she is not disgusted by him, that he is not a bad person, that she forgives him.
He snuggles up to her and literally sinks into her body, pressing his face into the hollow of her neck, feeling safe only with her. Once he calms down he makes sure she is comfortable, that he hasn't hurt her and she doesn't need anything.
B = Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)
He adores every part of her body because she is a miracle of God for him, but he loves her eyes most, her soft, tender gaze, he melts thinking about it.
C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)
He cums only on his own hand. He doesn't want her to be touched by the effect of his sin, dying internally every time she licks everything off his fingers.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)
Well... he is the Pope. Everything he does with her is his dirty secret.
E = Experience (do they know what they’re doing)
Before his beloved: absolutely none. His morning erections aroused his disgust. He had never thought of such things before he met her, considering them simply sinful and primitive.
F = Favorite position
Sitting with her on top, his face nestled between her breasts, he can then touch and feel her in every possible way, can kiss her and watch her reactions, which calms and arouses him, while at the same time not really seeing anything.
G= Goofy (how serious are they)
There is no room for laughter in this sacred act of their closeness, what they do and how they do it is a very serious matter for him.
H= Hair (grooming habits)
All natural and clean, as God himself has created him.
I = Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)
He is very insecure and affectionate, he needs to feel her close, her embrace and her voice give him a sense of security. He could spend the whole night whispering in her ear how much he loves her, how much he needs and wants her, satisfying her with his fingers, gazing in awe at her fulfilment, comparing her to Bernini's Baroque sculptures.
J = Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)
He only masturbates in front of her to restrain himself from throwing himself at her right away and put his cock inside her – he wants to feel her this way when he's already on the edge. He doesn't touch himself when he is alone and thinks about her, repenting in this way.
K = Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)
Definitely a religious kink. Her calling him Holy Father when he touches her, when he slips his fingers deep inside her, or thrusts into her, send him into another orbit.
L = Location (where they like to get it on)
As comfortable as possible, in her room on her bed, somewhere they can both feel safe because they are still stressed about being caught in the act.
M = Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)
Her telling him that she loves him, that she is only his, the sight of her at least partially exposed body, her crossed legs when she sits, her breasts peeking through from under her dress when she is not wearing a bra. His manhood literally throbs with delight at the sight of her every day.
N = No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)
He would never let her give him a blowjob or handjob. He would die of despair, shame and regret for humiliating and insulting her. Anal and other weird things are out of question. Big no.
O = Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)
He would never let her suck him off, but he himself had dreamed of tasting her from the very beginning.
He would arrange everything so that the room was completely dark and he could not see this intimate part of her body, but only feel it with his sense of touch, and then with slow, timid flicks of his tongue he would bring her to the brink of despair.
Hearing her sobs, her thighs shaking in his embrace, her hands clutching his hair, he would slide his tongue deep inside her, eating her weeping cunt like a starving man until she came all over his face with the loudest, sweetest moans of pleasure he had ever heard.
He would do it often to her ever since.
P = Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)
Because he's constantly aroused and doesn't masturbate when she's not next to him, he doesn't last very long, but neither of them cares.
Q = Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)
On the beginning they do it painfully slowly, but once he's deep inside her, his brain disconnects, and he slams into her as if he hasn't seen her for a month.
R = Risk (do they like to try new things)
Definitely not. Meeting his beloved is risky itself.
S = Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)
After one round, he is so overwhelmed and shocked that he needs at least a day or two to calm down and come back to himself.
T = Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)
None.
U = Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)
When he sees her talking or getting close with any other men, his mind goes into the mode of a stern judge who asks her if she is sure that she deserves to be fulfilled. He gives it to her, satisfied only when she is a babbling, leaking, quivering little mess, reminding her to who her body and soul belong to.
V = Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)
When he touches her in her most intimate place, when he rubs against her leaking cunt with his cock, when he thurst into her he is a whimpering, panting, babbling mess.
W = Wild card (random canon of any sort)
None.
X = X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)
Heaven's Delight.
Y = Yearning (sexdrive level)
When he sees her, he is melting. It doesn't necessarily always end with sex, but he always wants to be as close to her as possible.
Z = Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)
He makes sure that she fell asleep first, listening to her calm breathing, and he cuddle himself between her breast and sleep like a little baby.
He wants to cry when the alarm clock on his phone rings before sunset so that he has time to get up and go back to his rooms before anyone realises he's not there. He is so comfy and warm in her embrace, lying with her under the duvet, that he only wishes he could stay with her longer.
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unicorncornflakes · 6 months
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Family Sins - Part 2 || Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader
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Previous Chapter | Next Chapter (Coming soon)
Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.
Summary: Every Thursday afternoon you and Aemond meet, even if you have to pay for his family's sins.
Tags: Alternate Universe/ Emotional Hurt/Angst/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.
Warnings: As I promised, I turn this into a series. Hope you like it!
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You always took that trip in the back of Gregory's truck. Always there. You liked that road. It was the only one that was paved in the town every summer. It was the entrance to it and it was always driving and fast, ensuring that the truck never slowed down or encountered potholes. That was always a delight on autumn afternoons. With the wind against your face, the vehicle accelerated and you felt alive after having spent the last two weeks stuck at home.
The wind against the face.
The feeling of speed.
You took a deep breath as you walked down that road. That was feeling alive. Feeling alive at last. You leaned your head against the glass of the driver's cabin. Inside you could hear a local station broadcasting the latest news, but outside, on that afternoon of trees with yellow and orange leaves, you only heard the sound of the wind cutting against your ears. Tomorrow will be Thursday. You were thinking about whether you would visit Aemond that Thursday. Bones rested his head on your lap. The old dog always accompanied you on each of the trips you took in the truck. You thought he liked feeling the wind on his face even more than you did.
You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and lightly brushed the bump on your cheek. Now it was yellow and it barely hurt, barely. Greg's blows had hurt you, but you had discovered that what really hurt you was something close to the soul, that entity so abstract and impossible to locate within the body. What had hurt you was receiving blows from someone you had trusted until that moment. Anguish had gathered in your chest and anxiety had barely let you breathe in the following hours. That was a different kind of pain that surpassed the physical one, you would never understand why. Greg had watched you silently, his huge eyes caressing your cheekbones or his hands touching your nose. It had been gentle, childlike caresses while in the next room your mother continued to yell at Gregory for what he had done. At least, he hadn't knocked you unconscious. That was all your brother repeated over and over again. He had said you were the dragon whore and your mother had punched him in the face. Her eyes cold against your brother's, but even she knew you were a traitor. She knew that the heart couldn't be controlled, but what was happening to her was thats he couldn't understand how you could give Aemond your love after everything that had happened with your older sister. She didn't understand it, nor did she share it.
Then your father arrived, tired, as he always ended each day at the bar, and he hadn't even asked what was happening. Silent and exhausted, he had gone to his bed and slept until the next day. Roy had already told him who they had seen you with and he would have to get up the next day the same, like every morning, until the rest of his days.
Bones yawned and laid his head back down on your lap. That feeling of the wind against your face was the closest feeling to flying that you were ever going to have, flying was the closest feeling to flying with dragons that you could experience. Aemond always explained that feeling every time he told you about the flights he took in his father's small plane at the old airfield near the town. He had always said he would take you there, but he never had. The opportunity had never arisen for you to see each other beyond those Thursdays that always made your legs tremble. You leaned your head back against the glass and closed your eyes. Should you go see Aemond tomorrow? Could you?
A small plane passed over you, heading towards the old airfield, and you wondered if it was Aemond enjoying what he had told you made him feel free: flying.
Inside the truck, Greg pointed to something in the sky and Gregory looked at the place where his nephew was pointing. “Yes, it's a small plane,” he commented without much encouragement, turning his eyes to the road. The boy continued looking at him in silence with his enormous eyes. The truth was that Greg's huge purple eyes, along with his silver hair, always managed to irritate Gregory, but lately he was calmer. The guilt for hitting you still ran through his mind, but... How could you be as stupid as Bella? How could you be? The Targaryens had never brought anything good to the town, not one of them. They had polluted the river with the factory they had there, they had cut down a large part of the forest... they had destroyed a large part of the lives of the town with the illegal trafficking of weapons and drugs... they were the villains of Gregory's film and, yet, you… You still came every Thursday to spread your legs for one of them. What was going through your mind? You... you had always been the clever one. What was happening to you?
Gregory watched as Greg continued pointing to the sky. Still looking at him with those two huge eyes. “It's just a plane, Greg,” he replied again, almost desperate. He could never understand that child. He didn't know how you could do it. It was something that was beyond his complete knowledge. “What's itching you now, Greg?” he moaned, almost desperate to understand him.
A knock on the driver's cabin glass woke you up from one of the few moments you had to yourself. You looked over your shoulder and saw Gregory pointing at Greg. So both of them almost seemed comical, but Gregory was still the one who had beaten you up barely two weeks ago. "What happens?" You were able to read your older brother's lips and looked at Greg who looked back at you knowingly. You simply formed a kind of dove with your hands and the boy looked at you completely focused while you smiled at him.
Gregory looked forward angrily. Well, it was just some dragon shit you had between you or some similar bullshit. Greg stayed calm after a few moments looking at you and put one of the cereals in his mouth from the bag he was carrying on his lap. Your older brother thought at that moment that neither of you were to blame for what was happening in the town, but you were his pressure valve, Gregory's pressure valve. He turned off the radio and sighed, listening simply as the truck cut through the wind. If Bella were still alive, things would be a lot easier.
“Grab a damn bag and let's go. We're already late” Aemond whispered to Aegon as he continued to laze in front of the bags of chips from the supermarket that was a couple of kilometers from the entrance to the town. Recently, Aegon's license had been revoked and now his older brother had to be his private driver every time they visited their parents in town. That was where Alicent and Viserys had retreated, surrounded by trees and vegetation to help calm their mother's nerves and their father's rampant illness.
"Hurry?" Aegon grabbed a bag and put it back in the same place, getting on his younger brother's nerves. “I thought it was on Thursdays when you ran to get between (Y/N)'s legs,” he laughed sardonically while he didn't even look at him and continued walking through the shelves of that supermarket. Aemond confronted him as he said your name and Aegon laughed in his face again. “You should buy the condoms here. No one would go around town talking about the size or quantity you buy,” he mocked him. That was the only thing Aegon seemed to know how to do. Making fun of his brother.
Aemond pursed his lips tightly and tried unsuccessfully to ignore his brother's comment. He had only stopped there because of Aegon's insistence on buying a damn bag of Snacks. According to him, he was going to die of hunger. Aemond was going to die of nerves because of his older brother. “Which flavor do you think is the best?” Aegon asked him as Aemond followed him.
“I don't know, you're not going to eat it in the car,” he scolded. He didn't eat inside his car. Aemond had no children but he thought he was getting plenty of practice for when the time came with Aegon. “Grab any bag and let's go. Father and mother are waiting for us.”
At that moment, Aemond first caught a glimpse of a boy with silver hair walking through the halls while eating from a bag containing cereal. One after another he put them in his mouth in a timid and childish manner. He knew that Aeron's development was far from adequate for a child his age, but then, Aegon was his father. Aemond didn't know how that could influence that child's genetics. Aemond tortured himself for being so cruel, but he couldn't help it. Why hadn't Aegon been careful with your sister? Behind him you appeared in the distance. You grabbed his hand as you scolded him. Probably because he walked away. Why should Aegon's hunger have been awakened at a time like this? It almost seemed like he did it knowingly. Although it was just a coincidence. In truth, he was glad to see you. He hadn't heard from you for two Thursdays. He had written to you, he had but as always he had received no response. It almost seemed like your meetings were reduced to what you did in that motel room every Thursday.
“Barbecue flavor, I've already chosen,” he told his brother, putting the bag on his chest. Aemond, with his hands behind his back as he looked at you, had no choice but to grab the bag while his brother laughed sarcastically.
“She's as hot as her sister,” he laughed and Aemond wanted to kill him. That boy was his son. That was the family he had torn apart and he almost didn't seem to care. It seemed as if Aegon only knew how to think with part of his body.
“Do you ever think about the things you've done?” his younger brother asked and Aegon just laughed.
“Alcohol, drugs… help you forget,” he said without any responsibility, as if he were still a teenager. “Don't worry, from now on you'll know what it means to truly belong to the family” he patted her shoulder where his tattoo was now. No, Aemond had planned to take his new role within the family with much more responsibility than his brother showed.
Aemond saw you treating Aeron gently and thought that you would be the mother of his children. Such a childish and innocent thought in a man who should have stopped those fantasies, but he really held out that little hope. That hope that he didn't share with absolutely anyone. You were beautiful. Simply beautiful and sweet. Perfect. That's the only word that came to mind every time he saw you. He continued staring at you enthralled when your older brother appeared right behind you, pushing a shopping cart.
“What an asshole,” Aegon whispered under his breath, and Aemond knew he had found the perfect moment to leave. He didn't want to confront Gregory and his brother. It had been enough that they had hit each other two Thursdays ago. If he had been alone, perhaps he would have approached and asked about Aeron, but he was not alone and he knew that Gregory hated him, but the one he couldn't see even in painting was Aegon. However, something caught his attention.
Your cheekbone.
Your cheekbone looked beaten and bruised.
What if you hadn't gone to see him during those two weeks because you had...? His blood boiled in a single moment. He wanted to reach out, grab your face, hold you there until you told him what had happened that Thursday night. He thought that you hadn't come because your parents had forbidden you and you were waiting for tempers to calm down, or that you hadn't done so to avoid being the town gossip for a couple of weeks. But, if someone had hit you... may the gods have mercy on him, because he planned to destroy him.
Aegon lowered his sunglasses, showing the bruise that was firmly imprinted on his eye. Without a doubt, the beating that Gregory had given him just for meeting him in his favorite roadhouse had not been enough to calm Aegon's spirits, after all the Targaryens always got their way in that place. “Looks like I'm not the only one who got hit last Thursday,” he commented with his lower lip still split, and that did make Aemond lose his temper.
Aegon smiled just as he saw him approach with his always slow and sure step towards you. Well, there would be a fight for sure. There was nothing in this world that Aegon liked more than a fight.
You were leaving some vegetables in the cart when you felt someone grab your arm. You just looked up and your eyes filled with shame and regret. Aemond was there, silently inspecting the bruise on your cheekbone. One of his thumbs grazed the wound and you just whimpered in pain. “Aem…” you started whispering. You grabbed his wrist. “Please…” you looked around. Everyone was whispering around you. You would be the talk of the town again that day. Shame was the only thing you could feel, shame and…
“That looks bad,” laughed Aegon right behind him, who still had not put on his sunglasses again. “It had to be a good blow”
“It's all good, okay? “Don't worry,” you whispered again and released your grip when Gregory just appeared there, grabbing Aemond's sweater. You instinctively grabbed Gregory's arm as he raised his fist. Aemond was still expressionless, as if inviting your brother to hit him. They both knew who had the upper hand in that fight.
“Gregory, stop,” you yelled at your brother as you grabbed his raised fist again. Your brother spat in Aemond's face and reluctantly released him. You watched as Aemond cleaned himself, incredulous at what had happened, as if the act of spitting on him had been much worse than hitting him. He wiped your brother's saliva with the back of his hand. The fingers were sticky from that substance and the ego was very wounded. Gregory, who had always been much shorter than the Targaryen brothers but much more muscular, looked at him, breathing heavily, as if he had to control himself for what was just going to happen.
However, Aemond, who had always been the calm brother, stirred under his older brother's watchful approving gaze and grabbed Gregory by the front of his shirt. Now the one with his fist raised was Aemond. “Aem…” he heard you sob and simply let it go, looking at the ground almost embarrassed by his reaction.
“I just want to protect you” was what he responded, passing right by you and leaving your brother lying on the ground. You were surprised how both men wanted to defend you from each other.
Aemond had never had outbursts of anger, or at least none like that. The tattoo had changed him. His new position within the family had done so. You just looked at the ground to quickly go help Gregory up. It would be worse if you didn't. Your older brother stood up with difficulty. Breathing heavily as Aemond walked away. Aegon laughed, but just as he was putting his sunglasses back on, Greg looked at him with his huge purple eyes. He put a cereal in his mouth again and offered it to the one he didn't know was his father. The eldest Targaryen stared at him in silence, as if he saw something in the boy that he had never seen before.
“Greg, come,” you took his hand and the boy accepted your hold without any opposition while Aegon put his glasses back on, hiding what you hoped was a look of guilt. Gregory shoved him with his shoulder as he picked up the cart again, almost trying to provoke Aegon, but he ignored him and just followed his younger brother.
Everyone around you looked at you. You grabbed Greg's hand and almost dragged him as you made the purchase faster than usual.
The sins of the fathers. Simply all of you were going to pay for the sins of the Targaryen family.
That Thursday it was raining heavily again. You heard one drop after another fall in that cheap motel room. The window supported them all. Aemond had sat on the edge of the bed. With his shirt off, the dragon tattoo on his shoulder almost looked more shocking and impressive than last time. He supported all his weight on his arms while still sitting there. The fly was lowered and the glans once again showing through the elastic of that boxer. He looked at you as if you were a work of art. His only eye on you while you simply took off the t-shirt that you were wearing again under that sweatshirt.
Neither of you had exchanged a word that Thursday afternoon, not even about what had happened at the supermarket the day before. Silence always seemed to be a maxim of your relationship. But, just as you took off your shirt, revealing the scrapes and bruises that were on your left rib, you saw how Aemond changed his smile for a grimace of regret. As if he were the ultimate culprit for what had happened to you. He brought you closer to him and inhaled your aroma of that cheap blackberry cologne that always managed to drive him crazy. His hands went to your back as his fingers began to dig into your skin. His right hand traced the line of your back from bottom to top, sending a pleasant shiver that made you smile. You never knew how he did it, but your bra fell to the floor. You had always preferred not to think about the number of girls he had had to be with for that movement to come out so fluidly.
A small moan of pain escaped your lips just as he grabbed your right breast to take it into his mouth. Your nipple had already become aroused from that simple contact, but the skin near your ribs had also been stretched by Aemond's grip. He just looked at you with concern. “Hmm” was all he mulled as he finally took that delicate piece of meat into his mouth and sucked on it as if his life depended on it. His gaze fixed on you. He bit and licked it several times under your watchful gaze while you just laughed and moaned. That was music to his ears. He thought he liked it more than his favorite classical music station.
He sucked hard again to end up biting that nipple that was more than sensitive due to his attention. He smiled when he saw how simply with that he already had you at his mercy. You groaned and closed your eyes. You lifted your face with a smile and scratched Aemond's shoulder. Your black-tipped but destroyed nails, because you bit them too, dug into his tattoo. He simply stopped and smiled at you, still not letting go of the breast he held in his hand.
"Do you like it?" was all he asked you as you snapped back to reality. You knew he wasn't referring to what he had just finished doing, but to the damn tattoo where your hand now rested. You moved your hand away, almost as if it was going to burn you, and pushed him onto the bed with a mischievous smile. Aemond dropped down, while bringing his hands behind his neck. That gesture told Aemond that the last thing you wanted to talk about was that new mark on his skin that made him so proud.
You positioned yourself on top of him and ran the wet fabric from your crotch through the elastic of his boxers. Aemond didn't need more to know that you were ready and he fucked you hard. He turned you on top of him and pinned you to the mattress, grabbing your hair. You pursed your lips in silence. Aemond had never been so rude to you before. He let go of your hair for a moment and you saw him take a condom out of one of his pants pockets. He opened it again with his teeth and pulled just his cock out of his pants to put it in one quick motion.
His strong hand crushed you again against the pillows of that cheap bed and you felt his free hand pull down your panties without any shame. The cold air of that autumn afternoon collided with the warm, soaked wetness of your crotch and you laughed at the pleasurable effect it always seemed to give you. Aemond tightened his grip on your hair again as he heard you laugh. "Mine. You are only mine,” he whispered between his teeth. A quick lunge.
"I'm going to protect you." Another one, fast and fast.
“And you're going to tell me who the fucking bastard was that did that to you” his balls slammed against your pussy again, sending almost pleasurable shivers throughout your body. Another moan of yours escaped your lips. “Fuck,” you heard him moan almost in desperation. That time you weren't making love, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. A lesson about who you belonged to, about who was going to protect you, about what he had become.
“That son of a bitch is going to know what it's like to touch a dragon's girl,” he hissed the last word through his teeth. He moaned. That's what he had become. A Dragon. You knew what it meant and you even feared the consequences of it. He crashed his hips against yours again, he went in and out without any shame on your part... and your body reacted to it as always. With the same intensity and desire. Even if you knew that Aemond was not the one you had met.
“Hmm, I could go to reception and pay for the whole night,” he whispered to you as he stroked the bruise again. You smiled. With Aemond everything seemed simple. Much more than it actually was. You bit your bottom lip and he only knew whether to open his lips to catch you in a slow kiss. He pressed your body to his. "Would you like that?" He whispered to you again as his eye devoured you in silence.
“It’s getting late,” you whispered just as Aemond ran his thumb over your bruised cheekbone again. Lying facing each other, you were still tangled between the sheets of that bed. It was late, but you weren't moving and neither was he. That bed seemed like the only safe place those days. The truth was that you were afraid that your brother would hit you again. You were afraid that your father would find out that you were finally with a Dragon. You feared what Aemond had become.
“I would love to, but I don't want Gregory to go back to…” you realized what you were just going to say. You punished yourself. But, just then you saw Aemond getting out of bed. “Aem, where are you going?” you asked him, scared. You knew where he was going, of course you did, you weren't stupid enough not to understand that Aemond finally knew what you had kept quiet all that time. Your own mind had betrayed you and Aemond was not going to leave that in the air.
“That asshole was the one who touched you and rest assured that I am going to teach him what it means to touch my things” you saw him out of his mind, like you had never seen before. He dressed quickly while you tried to stop him. “Don't try to defend that son of a bitch,” he yelled at you, without looking at you. Just moving away with his arm. He breathed heavily and you didn't dare touch him again.
He left the room, leaving you alone in that roadside motel, in the room that had witnessed most of the encounters he had had... that had witnessed Aemond's transformation... Finally, he was going to make his own sins.
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