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tinyluvs · 16 hours ago

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❥ summary; aurora and mountain size kink, sort of, that’s all :3 ❥ warnings; size kink, frotting, aurora has a clit piercing, idk ??❥ authors note; this is my birthday present, to yall!! ❥ wc; 1.5k

subtlety isn’t exactly one of aurora’s strong suits, the one very specific thing she’s hankering for might as well be written over her forehead but she seems to think that she’s sat on a secret. mountain however, knows what she wants and the pretty little skirt she has on, just for him, is making it all the more obvious

“do you like my skirt?” she asks, words rolling off of her tongue dripping with faux innocence as she lays back on mountain’s bed and tugs one of his pillows down underneath her head

mountain kneels on his bed, right between her legs and just as he anticipated, her thighs fall apart, “you know i do,” he hums, fiddling with the hem of her skirt before tickling his fingers up the backs of her legs, eliciting a soft giggle from the little multi

on her own volition, aurora tugs her thighs back until her knees are grazing her ribs and her skirt is flipping up over her tummy, exposing the thin, pink, lacy number underneath, “enough to fuck me?” she whispers, ogling moutain’s cock where it stands tall against his stomach, smearing pre through his happy trail

truthfully, mountain has been painfully hard ever since aurora had brushed past him with her peachy little ass peeking out of the bottom of her skirt. he only lasted minutes before he threw her over his shoulder and marched her straight into his room

regardless, he’s not giving in to her so easily, “not a chance” he mumbles, ignoring aurora’s high whine as he stares at the little piercing resting right over her clit, creating a solid bump in the lace of her panties, “you can’t take me, not yet,”

each word is accentuated by mountain tapping the leaking tip of his cock against aurora’s obstructed clit, forcing them both to hiss at the sudden jolts of contact and the slight harshness of the lace rubbing against their sensitive skin

“i can take swiss!” aurora protests with a small gasp. the tips of her fingers walk over mountain’s hipbones, nails pricking at his skin as they travel downwards, brushing through the thatch of hair at the base of his cock, “and rain!”

mountain chuckles, “look at my cock, aurora” he orders, rolling his hips forwards to grind his cock along her covered cunt just as her gaze locks on to his fat tip nestling against her, “does mine look the same as swiss’ or rain’s?” he asks pointedly

a thick blurt of pre bubbles out of mountain’s slit, dripping wet and warm through the lace and over aurora’s clit while she tips her head to the side and then shakes it, no. “what’s different about them?” mountain queries, pressing against the head of his cock to force it further against where aurora is wettest

aurora doesn’t answer immediately, too busy softly humping her hips up to fall into a rhythm with mountain but the longer she takes to answer, the slower mountain goes and with the threat of him pulling away all together suddenly looming over her, she remembers that he’s waiting for a response

“uhm, yours is prettier,” she whispers, smiling to herself when mountain groans deeply and that, seems to spur her on, “and yours is thicker and fatter and bigger and i want you to fuck me with it, m-mountain please!” she whines hopelessly, bordering on begging for it, she’ll do anything to get her own way now

mountain growls, deep and rumbling in his chest, seeping out between clenched fangs as he slips a finger underneath the lace that is hiding what he so desperately wants. he pulls hard on the fabric, ignoring the sounds of it snapping and tearing in places as he moves it to the side, exposing aurora’s glistening cunt in all its glory

he slips his cock against her, gathering her slick and his pre at the head as he grinds upwards, forcing the tip to kiss her clit, “i can’t fuck you aurora,” he huffs, leaning right over her to fold her in half, leaving her feet pressing to his collarbones

“w-why?” aurora wails, her back arching as his hips speed up to properly drive his fat cock along her centre with earnest and slick wet sounds that prove how bad they both want it

with every hard thrust of his hips the ball on the underneath of aurora’s piercing slides deliciously right over his slit, dipping in just barely before pressing it up through the hood of aurora’s clit, making them both moan with their pleasure

“because, fuck, i’m too big,” mountain grunts, tipping his head down until his chin touches his chest to watch the way his fat, purpled head is sliding up and down through aurora’s soaking folds, “i-i’ll ruin you sweetheart, split you right open,” he huffs

just the thought of it makes something burn and twist low in aurora’s stomach, “do it, i want you to do it,” she whimpers, her eyes wide and flickering between mountain’s face and then down to where their bodies are touching, “know you want to,”

she’s right, he does really want to. he wants to stretch her out and make her gape every time he pulls out. he wants to mold her cunt to fit his cock, and his cock only. he wants to leave her fucked out and completely ruin anyone else’s chances at being able to please her ever again

but, he can’t. she looks tiny underneath him, almost comically so and it wouldn’t be right to fuck her like this. when he does eventually give in to her, he’ll take his time. he’ll work her open so slowly she’s brainless by the time he’s sliding into her but as much as he wishes he did, he doesn’t have time for that now

“please,” aurora cries, so pent up with lust all she can do is cry about it while she watches his cock gliding against her swollen pussy

mountain grunts and lowers himself down onto his forearms on his pillow, either side of aurora’s head, “promise i will soon, just not r-right now,” he mumbles, ghosting the tip of his nose against hers before tilting slightly to one side to kiss her

aurora gasps and tilts her chin up desperately, chasing a kiss he’s willingly giving her until it’s messy and open mouthed and fuelled purely by the desperation that’s clouding both of their minds

a devastating mix of aurora’s slick and mountain’s pre streams down aurora’s cunt, filling and pooling just inside her tight little hole and making the slide of his cock against her almost too easy. so easy in fact that as he jerks his hips back, the head of his cock slips down and presses hard against her entrance

her body doesn’t even attempt to make room for him, still far too tight for him to give her what she wants. so, his cock slips back up until the tip nudging against her piercing but, aurora got teased with a taste of what she wants and now she only wants it more

“oh, do it, m-mount please, do it,” aurora begs against his lips, barely even pulling away from their kiss to mumble. her nails dig hard into his hips, attempting to push him back enough so that it’ll happen again but just as he’s bigger than her, he’s also stronger so he doesn’t budge a single inch

mountain is losing his composure, fast, the dizzying need to fuck into her is starting to overwhelm him and the more she begs and pleads so sweetly, the more he’s really starting to wonder if she’s been right all along

“fuck, ‘rora, don’t,” he rasps through a moan. his hips begin to jack rabbit, forwards and backwards in short little humps that grind the slit of his cock right under her clit, their bodies held together by strings of slick between them

aurora can’t hold on much longer. her stomach twists tight and clenches almost painfully, “j-just the tip and then i’ll cum, oh, please just make me cum,” she cries with a hiccup, fresh salty tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking his pillow

that won’t just make aurora cum though, it’ll make mountain cum too and he’s so close, so, before he can really think about it, he pulls his hips back all the way, until his cock is dipping down against her hole once more

“when i fuck you, shit, properly,” mountain groans, rolling his hips forwards to feel the slightest bit of resistance her body is giving him, “you’ll feel me,” he pauses to bring a hand down to her stomach, right below her navel, “right fucking here,”

just as his words register in aurora’s head, the thick head of his cock pops into her, “oh fuck,” aurora shudders and true to her word, it makes her cum. she clenches down hard around the tip of mountain’s cock and pulls him over the edge with her

“shit, y-you’re tight,” mountain growls as he spills his load just inside of her. she clamps around him like a vice and forces his cum to leak out of her and down his length in thick, hot, drips

all they can do is moan as euphoria courses through their veins but something in their hazy minds clicks, this may be the first proper taste they’ve had of each other but it won’t be the last

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nastylittleghouls · 2 days ago

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O soft embalmer of the still midnight

Relationship(s): Aether/Aurora

Rating: Explicit

Words: About 1.3k

Summary: And he looks perfect. Doused in dim candlelight, pink lips parted enticingly. His face so sweet and soft it makes her ache. An arm stuck under the pillow, highlighting the tattoos on his bicep and a strong thigh angled outward, with his briefs and scrub pants he didn’t manage to get all the way off before falling asleep still stuck on one calf. It’s such a photo-worthy impression of the innocence of sleep, of him being oblivious to her presence, it races a delicious shudder down her spine. OR. Aether is a tease who doesn't give Princess Aurora what she wants so she takes matters into her own hands or rather between her own thighs

Tags and warnings: Somnophilia (and the dub-con that comes with it), intoxication (Aether had a pint too many of Mountain's homemade mead) semi- penetrative/intercrural sex, Aether's beautiful monster of a cock, size kink/difference, descriptions of intimate jewelry, very brief mentions of breeding and come inflation, riding, a smidgen of quintessence

Notes: This started as a four-hundred-word drabble during a fifteen-minute break at work. I don't know how I got here. Unedited. Unbeta'ed. Possibly unhinged

For @jimothybarnes and his fucking genius self for providing the title to this thing. And a belated lil something for his bday. I already gave him sweet cupcakes, so now it's time for a spicy snack (Next year you'll get something better) 💜

AO3 for the so-inclined

The knob turned and the door opened silently, and soon after, a head peeked through. Careful. Slow. Vibrant green, vigilant as they mapped out the room, sensing for another presence other than the one she desired.

When Aurora finds none, she slips inside with a last quick look over her shoulder, closing the door just as silently behind her as she opened it.

She zones in on the bed and exhales giddily, the wet patch on her panties growing at the sight—her mouth-watering.

There he is.

And he looks perfect. Doused in dim candlelight, pink lips parted enticingly. His face so sweet and soft it makes her ache. An arm stuck under the pillow, highlighting the tattoos on his bicep and a strong thigh angled outward, with his briefs and scrub pants he didn’t manage to get all the way off before falling asleep still stuck on one calf. It’s such a photo-worthy impression of the innocence of sleep, of him being oblivious to her presence, it races a delicious shudder down her spine.

She congratulates herself for waiting until today when he’s sleeping off a drinking game with Mountain’s mead, and not letting her impatience and frustration of him denying her get the best of her.

Her eyes travel further, her tongue darting out to wet her lips when Aether’s position gives her a perfect view of his soft cock, long and thick, and the jewelry adorning it, laying against the smooth roundness of his belly.

A delicious synergy that has her fingers curl and uncurl, resisting the urge to touch herself at the sight. Why would she when she finally can have something so much more satisfying?

With a practiced tug of her tail, her panties slide down her legs as she tiptoes her way over to the bed, her babydoll nightgown following with a quick lift of her arms over her head, both carelessly discarded on the floor, now only focused on getting to the ghoul in front of her.

The bed barely dips when she climbs in, yet Aether scrunches up his nose in his sleep and lifts his head. Aurora freezes mid-movement with bated breath, her heart racing. Aether smacks his lips, starts humming, and then smiles before he changes arms, burying his nose under it.

Under other circumstances, if she wasn’t so single-minded, it wouldn’t feel like an eternity until he settled again. She’d find it adorable, and watch him with growing heart eyes.

But as things are….

With a stuttering exhale, she crawls the rest of the way up to him.

Slight disbelief lets her hesitate but soon enough, her palm glides lovingly over Aether’s strong thighs, up to his cock. Tracing the protruding veins running along the length with the tips of her fingers, awed, each of the metal bars beneath the skin, around the snug fit of the barbels on the side, follows the ladder all the way down to his sac where it tapers off into rings that could fit on her fingers. In a bold move she tugs on one, featherlight, and watches in delight as the skin tightens under her touch and Aether’s cock jumps, starting to fill out even more, the piercings standing out more prominently than before.

Aurora's whole cunt throbs in anticipation at the sight, spurring her into action. She’s on borrowed time after all.

She swings her leg gracefully over his hips and spreads herself open with nimble fingers, slick dripping freely down on Aether’s cock as she lowers herself. Nearly shouting at the first hot wet slide through her folds, the covered metal dragging deliciously over her swollen clit and catching at her fluttering hole. Helpless keens spill in tandem with the languid rolls of her hips out of her mouth, her attempts to stay silent failing.

She can barely keep her eyes open to check if Aether‘s waking up, nothing else existing than this. The feeling of the increasing strain in her thighs from being forced so wide apart. The promising thrill of her cunt barely covering the girth of his cock. In this moment it’s everything.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” she asks, as if she expects a response, barely getting the words out. „I’m being so good. Feels so…“

Aether moans before she can finish her sentence, his hips rolling upwards just so while hers stutter to a halt, equally thrilled and afraid at the prospect of being found out. Slowly her eyes open, trailing from the ring in his belly button up to Aether‘s face. She expects to meet the gaze of two purple irises, her thighs trembling with the effort to keep herself motionless, but all she sees is a flutter of eyelids, a flash of his gold fang before he stills again.

False alarm.

Aether’s knot starts to swell beneath her, making her gasp at the sudden stretch when it breaches her, giving her a small taste of what she could have if he‘d drop the damn gentleman act, just fuck her and make her the prettiest accessoire of his cock.

Another moan reaches her ears, along with fragments of sentences that cause a self-satisfied smile to grace her lips.

“Doing so well for me…Take a little more…”

“That’s it, sweet thing. So tight…”

“Who you‘re dreaming of, hm?,” she whispers and drags her fingers lazily through the pre pooling in Aether’s navel. She brings them up to her lips, swirling her tongue around them, savoring it.

“Dewdrop? Phantom? Breeding them full?”

She drops her hand to cover the lower part of her belly, imagining the feeling of the outline of Aether’s cock beneath, his cum, locked in tight by his knot.

She sighs, wistful. “That’s okay, I’ll make them even sweeter for you”

Keeping her hand in place, her palm presses in with every swivel of her hips as she’s fucking herself on the knot, tightening around what she’s able to fit in until it hurts. She wants to feel it later. She wants to bathe in Aether‘s attention once he notices her supposed discomfort whenever she moves tomorrow. None the wiser of what happened.

“Just like that. Right…. right there” she whimpers, high and needy when she swears she can actually feel a bulge in her belly moving right beneath her palm and comes with a choked-off moan of his name all over his cock. Her knees tighten at each side at the intensity of it, riding it out while her release drips in rivulets through down the insides of Aether’s thighs, down to his balls and the sheets.

She finally slows down to a mere twitching, tipping her head back to pant towards the ceiling. She decides to allow herself another moment or two to bask in the afterglow and take everything in once more, her plans to hit and run - so to speak - waving at her as they pass by.

When she’s finally ready to part with him, strings of slick still connecting them when she raises herself on shaky knees, a hand clamps over her mouth, muffling her surprised shriek. She‘s shoved back down and forward with a firm hand between her shoulder blades and another one gripping the base of her tail, barely giving her time to catch the fall before baring her to the room.

Warm breath fans across her sweaty skin when her captor finally speaks.

“Where are your manners, princess?”

Dewdrop. Fuck.

“You’re far from done with him.”

New droplets of slick slide down her legs at his words and she can‘t hold herself back from following the warmth of the body behind her, nodding mindlessly.

She hears a zipper. Then the rustling of fabric.

“And I’m tired of watching”

The gold fang flashes again.

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