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angelremnants · 3 months ago

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A TALES OF... l Tangled Desires

OR.. Loki has not forgotten your previous taunts from the time you had found him trapped in chains—an event you often bring up. Now, he plans to exact revenge by getting even, as a means to remind you who truly holds the reins in your tumultuous relationship.

pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

warnings : Mature themes (+16), suggestive content, power dynamics, mild bondage, flirtation and teasing, strong language. Proceed with caution if you're sensitive to such material.

word count : 2.5k

author's notes : As always, insomnia is my greatest friend and I chose to spend the few hours I have left until my law exam to write about my beloved.

At the request of @mischiefmaker615 , here is a continuation of A Tales Of Bound Intentions—you can also read this separately. You ask, and I shall deliver; I hope this is to your liking, I made it a bit spicier than usual for the occasion.

Buckle up, because what I have planned for a few of the upcoming A Tales Of will get progressively more and more explicit. Stay tuned. <3

(ao3 version)

The two of you had been on the run for a few days since their escape from the dungeon. Although he couldn't bring himself to admit it, the rough treatment and teasing that you had subjected Loki to during their time there had taken a toll on his God complex.

He couldn't accept that he had been treated like a toy by someone whose skill level was comparable to a fawn learning to walk for the first time. He didn't appreciate the smug look you would sometimes direct at him or the subtle hints you dropped, masked as comic mockery and playful threats whenever he didn't "behave," as you put it.

No, he couldn’t let it slide. He would teach you not to mess with a God, let alone the God of Mischief and Trickery.

And so, he did what he does best—scheming.

Loki began his plotting by planting the idea of having a solution to collect more information about the catalyst of your powers that sat around your neck, saying that he knew more about the artifact’s connection to you than he initially let on. He insisted that he has the knowledge to uncover the truth but that you must trust him completely—“blind faith,” as he so smugly put it.

Should you not be as naive as he thought you were, you should have detected the treachery in his words. “Blind faith”, coming from the God of Lies? What a ridiculous request.

But despite your better judgment, you agreed. What a feeble mind, he thought cunningly. She must be really desperate.

Loki then led you to a forgotten place, deep within an uncharted realm where the air felt heavy with magic, thick and suffocating. He inwardly thanked the countless hours he was forced to study the realms up to the mere small bush; after all, without his grand knowledge, the plan he had concocted would be for naught.

As you arrived at the morbid ground, Loki insisted that retrieving the artifact’s “answers” would require you to pass a series of “trials.” He conveniently left out the fact that these trials were entirely fabricated. Each trial was designed to challenge you physically, mentally, and emotionally—pushing you to your limits while giving Loki the chance to watch, guide, and subtly toy with you. He watched your reactions closely, his amusement barely hidden as you grew more frustrated.

At last, you approached the ruins lying beneath a sky frozen in twilight, violet and gold hues bleeding together like an endless dream. Towering columns crumbled under the weight of time, covered in twisting vines that shimmer faintly as if alive with latent energy.

“This is where we’ll find the answers,” Loki said, his voice velvety yet distant, gesturing dramatically to the morose entrance. “Or rather, where you will.”

You glared at him suspiciously, brushing dirt off your hands from the last “trial” he had made you endure. “And you’re absolutely certain this parchment of truth of yours will explain why I have these powers?”

His lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, without question, mortal.” The twinkle in his emerald eyes suggested anything but sincerity.

You moved deeper into the ruins, his every step deliberate and graceful, while you stumbled slightly over uneven stones. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the cavernous space, each drop like a drumbeat in your ears.

“Are you sure we’re not lost?” you muttered.

“Do try to keep up, mortal,” he teased, glancing back at you. “I’d hate to see you eaten by some lurking beast before we reach our destination.”

You muttered a string of curses under your breath, and he chuckled, the sound low and rich.

At last, you reached a vast chamber at the heart of the ruins. In the center, bathed in an ethereal light, was a pedestal. Atop it lies the artifact—a small piece of paper, pulsing faintly with a soft green glow, as if alive. The sight of it sent an inexplicable shiver through you.

“There it is,” Loki murmured, his voice dipping into something almost reverent. “The key to all your questions.”

Your eyes narrowed as you studied him. “Why do I feel like you’re enjoying this a little too much?”

His smile widened, sharp and dangerous. “Because I am.”

Ignoring his suspicious smirk, you stepped forward, your heart pounding in your chest. Finally, you would gain some answers as to why your peaceful life was to be tragically moved. The closer you got to the artifact, the more it seemed to hum, its light growing brighter as if reacting to your presence. You reached out, your fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the surface—

And then it phased through your hand, the glow extinguishing like a snuffed-out flame.

“What the—” You spun around, your confusion quickly morphing into anger. “Loki, what’s going on?”

His laugh echoed through the chamber, cold and mocking. “Oh, my dear, sweet mortal. Did you truly think it would be that easy?”

Before you could respond, glowing golden runes flared to life around you, their intricate patterns weaving through the air like serpents. In an instant, multiple shadows mimicking hands shot out, coiling around your wrists and binding your arms behind your back. You gasped, struggling against the hands, but they only tightened, holding you in place.

“Loki!” you snapped, fury blazing in your eyes. “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Well, well, well. Look who’s all tied up now,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as he sauntered closer.

“You bastard,” you snarled, straining against the bodiless binds. “I should’ve known. You planned this.”

“Of course I did,” he said with infuriating calm, his emerald eyes gleaming. “You messed with the God of Mischief, after all. Did you truly believe I wouldn’t take the opportunity to get a little… payback?”

Loki sauntered toward you, his movements languid and calculated, the glow of his seiðr spread around the room illuminating each of his steps. Your arms were pinned to the wall of rocks behind you, and despite your best efforts, your struggle only seemed to amuse him further. He approached, and you felt the weight of his gaze.

“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Loki,” you snapped, your voice taut with anger as you glared at him. “Was this all some sort of twisted joke to you?”

“A joke?” His grin widened, sharp and merciless. “Oh, mortal, don’t flatter yourself. This is far more entertaining than a mere joke. Consider it… your next lesson.”

Your breath caught, your eyes narrowing as he circled you slowly, the sound of his boots echoing in the cavernous room. He moved around you, his presence a tangible force. “You think this is funny?”

He stopped right in front of you, his breath brushing against your neck as he leaned in, his voice a low purr. “I think it’s hilarious. Watching you stumble so earnestly toward a truth you were never going to find.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you growled, tugging at the glowing restraints. You strained against the magic holding you captive.

“And you’re predictable,” he countered smoothly as his expression shifted, the mocking tilt of his lips turning darker, more dangerous. “But I’ll admit, you do have your charms. It’s fascinating how someone so determined to appear strong can look so utterly vulnerable when bound like this.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you refused to look away. You met his gaze, defiant. “If you think you can intimidate me—”

“Intimidate you?” He laughed, the sound rich and biting. “Oh, no, darling, you misunderstand. I’m not trying to frighten you.” His fingers trailed lightly along your jawline, sending an unbidden shiver down your spine. He touched you, a feather-light caress that sent a jolt through you. “I’m simply… admiring the view. What was it you said? “A sight to behold”, I believe. I’m sure mine is far better than yours was.”

Your eyes widened slightly, your composure slipping for the briefest moment, and Loki seized on it immediately. His grin sharpened, his hand tilting your chin upward. He held your face, forcing you to look at him.

“You’re wondering what I’m thinking, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his voice dipping into something more intimate, more dangerous. “Shall I tell you? Or would that be too much for your delicate sensibilities?”

“I don’t care what you’re thinking,” you spit out, though your voice betrayed you, trembling just enough to embolden him. Your voice wavered, giving him the advantage.

“Oh, but you do.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. He whispered, his nearness unsettling. “You’d burn to know, wouldn’t you?”

“You’re disgusting,” you snapped, your voice trembling with fury—and something else you refuse to name. You felt a confusing mix of emotions, anger warring with something else.

He laughed softly, the sound curling around you like smoke. He chuckled, a sound that seemed to envelop you. “Am I? Or are you simply flustered because I’m saying the things you’d never dare to admit to yourself?”

“Let me go, Loki!” you demanded, your voice breaking slightly as you struggled against the binds. You renewed your efforts to escape, but the restraints held firm.

“To let you go..” His laugh is low and mocking as he circles you like a predator, his presence overwhelming in the empty, echoing chamber. He moved around you again, his presence suffocating. “Now, why would I do that?”

He stops in front of you, leaning in until their faces are a breath apart. He stood before you, so close you could feel his breath. “Do you know how breathtaking you look right now? Bound. Helpless. Furious. You wear indignation so beautifully.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, but your cheeks betrayed you, blooming red under his intense gaze. Your face flushed, despite your attempt to remain composed.

He chuckles, the sound warm and dark, wrapping around you like a velvet ribbon. His laughter surrounded you, a dark and seductive sound. “Oh, darling, you wound me. Do you truly think I’d go through all the trouble of setting this little trap if I didn’t enjoy myself? But please, anger yourself all you want, you're only becoming more and more enticing."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What do you want from me, Loki?"

His grin widened, wicked and knowing. "I shall tell you, since you insist." His voice dipped lower, smoother, like the purr of a cat that’s cornered its prey.

Before you could respond, he stepped closer, his fingers ghosting over your jaw, tilting your chin upward so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. "For starters," he began, his tone almost soft, "I couldn't help but notice how deliciously you squirmed when I had you at my mercy. It’s… distracting, in the best possible way.”

“I’m imagining what it would be like,” he continued, his voice silk-soft but laced with wicked intent, “to see that defiance crumble. To watch you plead—not for freedom, of course. No, that’s far too mundane. But for something else entirely. Something only I could give you.”

Your breath hitched, your entire body going rigid as his words sank in.

“I wonder,” he drawls, his tone almost conversational, as though he’s discussing the weather, “how many ways I could make you squirm. Would you bite your lip? Whisper my name? Or perhaps,” his smile turns cruel, showcasing razor sharp teeth, “you’d try to fight it. Deny what you’re feeling. But your body would betray you in the end, wouldn’t it? You would try to hide the squeezing of your delectable thighs together, in hopes it wouldn’t catch my eye. But oh, dearest, the scent of you would be enough.”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to turn your head away, but his grip was gentle yet firm, keeping you in place.

“You see,” he uttered, his thumb brushing faintly over your lower lip, “I also can’t help but imagine what other delightful expressions I could coax out of you. Like when you’re truly flustered. Or desperate.” His smirk sharpened, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Would you let out profanities? Would you curse my name, or worship it? Or perhaps…” His voice lowered to a whisper, rich with heat. “…you’d beg?”

Your eyes widen, and your face turns a deeper shade of red. “Loki!”

“Mmh, how I love the sound of you screaming my name. Yes, darling?” he purrs, feigning innocence as his thumb slides just beneath your chin, his touch barely there but maddeningly deliberate.

“Y-You’re—I’m gonna kill you when I get out of this,” you stuttered out, your voice trembling with fury—and something else you refuse to name.

“And yet, here you are, at my mercy.” His smile softened slightly, but the glint in his eyes remained. “And I think you’re rather enjoying this little game of ours.”

“I—what? No!” You struggled against the binds again, more to distract yourself from the heat crawling up your neck than any real hope of escape.

He laughed, low and smooth. “Relax, darling. I’m only jesting… for now.”

Your jaw tightened, but he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Though I must admit, the thought of you like this—so at my mercy—does spark all sorts of wicked ideas. If only you could hear the things I’m thinking. The things I could do to you.” His voice dipped into something darker, more intimate, each word sending a shiver down your spine.

“Stop,” you snapped, though it came out weaker than you intended, your resolve wavering under his relentless teasing.

He pulled back slightly, his expression one of mock concern. “Am I making you uncomfortable, dearest? Or is it something else entirely?” His smirk returns, sharper than ever. “Because if I’m not mistaken, you’re blushing.”

“I am not!” you protested, but your reddened cheeks betrayed you once more.

“Oh, you are,” he insisted, leaning back in as if to inspect you more closely. “And it’s absolutely adorable. It makes me want to eat you up.”

Your glare intensified, but he only laughed again, clearly relishing every moment of your frustration.

With a flick of his fingers, the shadows retreated, and you stumbled forward, barely catching yourself. You glared at him, but he merely watched you, his expression unreadable now.

“Consider this a lesson to remember,” he said, stepping back and watching you with a smug grin. “You may have power, but I not only am I far more capable, I also have… an extensive imagination. Next time, darling, do try to keep your wits about you. It’s unbecoming to be so… defeated.”

“You’re a pain in the ass when you want to be,” you muttered, your fists clenching at your sides.

“And you’re too irresistible when you’re angry,” he purred back without missing a beat, his smirk softening into something almost fond before he turned and started walking away.

As you watched him go, your heart still pounding, you swore under your breath. Loki, you decided, is a menace—a brilliant, infuriating, dangerously charming menace.

You briefly wondered if your heart could handle the road, knowing this was what to expect repeatedly until your journey ended.

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gyundo · 10 months ago

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“A Meeting I’ll Never Forget”

Lee Jeno (Jeno) x Male Reader!!

SMUT! Interact at your own risk!

Plot: Two princes meet fatefully, and fit each other like a long-lost lock and key

Prince L/N Y/N was the oldest son of the king of Escrow. The Escrowian empire had started with the prince’s great-grandfather, who had risen to power as a mercenary that had fallen out of favor of another kingdom and had come to Escrow to establish his own empire.

Y/N, on the other hand, had no desire to rule over his kingdom. He was obviously going to accept his position as his father’s heir, but the duties didn’t particularly strike him as interesting. Y/N always had a preference for tasks such as cooking, baking, and the arts, such as singing and dancing, which earned him many scoldings from his parents.

Y/N’s parents cursed him on many occasions, explaining to him that his preferences were that of commoners, but it fell on deaf ears. Y/N continued to do as he pleased, and he never attended his swordsmanship lessons or any physical training. This, for a prince, Y/N was quite weak. Although, thanks to the nagging of his father, Y/N was stronger than the average person and did have some minor muscle definition.

As young people often do, Y/N neglected his responsibilities, and for a royal, this was intolerable. As Y/N’s father received an invitation for a meeting, he realized this was the perfect opportunity to put his son in order.

“You will be escorted by my personal order to the Kingdom of Travania in order to attend the meeting on the 25th of this month, Y/N” the King spoke with confidence in his throne room.

“B-but that’s so boring father, why should I sit in a carriage for 5 days with no proper food to go meet some random crusty king in a faraway kingdom?” Y/N complained, in a typical young adult fashion.

“King Jeno is an extremely influential man in his area. You mustn’t forget that your grandfather was from Travania himself. It is in our best interests to make relations favorable between our empire and his kingdom, if we wish to avoid any wars for hundreds of years.” the emperor promptly replied.

“B-but father, I don’t wanna go—,” Y/N whined.

“That’s enough out of you. Remember I’m not just your father but the emperor as well. You will go meet King Jeno. Do whatever it takes to curry favor with him,” the emperor bellowed.

Y/N stomped out of the throne room and ordered his servants to pack his things and prepare the carriage. He knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter and before he knew it, he was sitting in the carriage and already left the capital.

Y/N was angry as to why he had to leave his fun in the palace to go meet a random King who was old and would have nothing to talk about with Y/N. Y/N figured that he would just offer some items that were made by the Escrowian Empire that were sure to pave the way for a trade deal. Y/N was even more frustrated that his father had sent him in his stead.

Little did Y/N know, King Jeno was nothing like what he imagined.

The envoy arrived after a long, treacherous journey that saw many bumpy roads, many forests, and many plains. Y/N was more exhausted than he could describe, and he was everything but jumping for joy when he saw the palace of Travania.

Y/N treaded gracefully, in awe of what he was seeing. Sure, his familial palace in Escrow was large, but the Travanian royal family's estate was lavish in another sense of the word, with large fountains adorned with figures of greek worship. Garlands of roses adorned the edge of the roof of the main palace, which stood so grand Y/N had to turn to be able to see it all. The garden was artfully carved and decorated, with each bush and tree pruned in a most detailed fashion.

Y/N realized that the days-long journey to Travania was worth it from the view itself. Remembering almost as an aside that there was a meeting for which he had came, Y/N walked further to the main gate of the palace.

There, a tall figure stood awaiting him. As Y/N drew closer, he observed the elegant rhinestones embedded in the crown of bearer. He paid attention to each stretch in the royal garment, which stuck to each individual muscle on the man's built body. The biceps, large to the point that the seam was stretched, the pecs, which filled out the top, and the pants, fully conforming to the large thighs made Y/N realize he was in the presence of a man truly fit to be king.

"You must be Prince Y/N of Escrow, your highness. I am King Jeno of Travania. It is with great pleasure I welcome you to our empire and our summit this afternoon," the man spoke with a great smile, reflected in the expression of his eyes.

"Your highness, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance and to be the recipient of such great hospitality. Our nations are sure to grow closer relations from this monumental event," Y/N spoke eloquently while shaking the hand of the other man.

Jeno, not blind to the way Y/N had previously stared him up and down, understood the situation very well. As a show of diplomacy, Jeno transitioned the handshake into a bodily embrace common between royalty of different nations to show closeness. From the viewpoint of others, this was completely normal.

The reality of the embrace was known only by Jeno and Y/N, from the way Jeno reached underneath the cape of Y/N and fondled his buttocks in a way not visible to any. He continued kneading the large protrusions of the prince as he increased his pressure.

Y/N, still in shock from the abruptness and how suddenly these developments had occurred, refrained from any immediate movements and let out a small moan that he thought was only audible to him.

Jeno, however, had also heard the moan and understood that his actions were received well. Letting go of the younger, King Jeno continued, "My attendants will give you a tour of Travanian royal palace while I prepare for our summit. They will lead to the room of our summit after the tour, so you shan't worry, Prince Y/N."

"I stromgly appreciate thy kindness and will sincerely revel in the beauties of your artful palace, King Jeno." Y/N gracefully responded.

The attendants continued to show Y/N around the various areas of the palace, which included hanging gardens, exotic flora collections, the royal bathing chamber, the surrounding farms, and the servant quarters that seemed better than the prince's own bedroom. An hour had elapsed before the head attendant spoke, "King Jeno has finished prepared for your meeting. He awaits you inside these doors and has requested that you enter alone. It has been a pleasure giving you a tour, my liege."

Y/N gave a show of his appreciation and opened the grandiose doors that seemed like that of a bedchamber. He stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him and expecting to see a large round table with artisan-crafted chairs. Instead, he was met with a large, silk sheet draped over a large mattress, lush purple velvet curtains, and most striking of all, King Jeno dressed in a red robe that unveiled his extremely muscular upper body, with a significant bulge in the clothing covering his private area.

"Ah, I see that you've arrived. We can start discussing matters of interest to us once you take a seat here, my prince," Jeno spoke lustfully.

Y/N, absolutely shocked, but being the honest man he was exclaimed,"Never have I seen such a meeting, but I am more than happy to take you up on your offer, my King."

Jeno looked pleased as Y/N sat down on the bed, embracing him the moment he did. Y/N felt the warmth of Jeno's muscular body on his own, while sensing great pressure from his large muscles in his upper body and his bulge that was separated from Y/N's only by cloth.

The king moved his lips closer to that of Y/N's, looking at his with concupiscent eyes that asked for permission. Y/N, without words, gave his approval by moving his face only slightly forward, to which Jeno responded by firmly crashing their lips together, pushing Y/N down onto the sheet, and rubbing his hands under Y/N's tunic.

Y/N reveled in the pleasure of Jeno's masterful techniques that mingled their tongues together with sounds that could only be interpreted as sinful. Their lips met again and again, with short breaks for air, only to be crashed together as violently as when they first met. Suckling sounds and shared strands of saliva spoke to the passion between the two men as their mouths melted in the pleasure of each other.

Jeno pulled away as Y/N motioned, "Hurry, my King, I feel urges and a steady heat rising in my body. Only you can help me."

With a sly smirk, Jeno replied,"Anything for my guest, my prince," while peeling off Y/N's clothes as he went in to resume their lip lock.

Moments later, a fully naked Y/N was below Jeno, still in his robe, with their legs intertwined and lips connected as the younger felt Jeno's arm around his back and his waist. The two continued making out and enjoying the pangs of pleasure released by the meeting between their lips.

"It's time to discuss the foundations for an alliance," Jeno joked while unbuckling the belt holding his robe on. Y/N looked with nothing but desire at Jeno's large pecs, his well-defined abs, his sculpted shoulders, and his large, perfect dick that was fit for a king. Jeno's cock stood proudly in front of Y/N, with veins and a deep red tip that Y/N wanted to break him. The sheer thickness of his cock made Y/N want to take Jeno forever, who would stretch Y/N and surely leave him crying for mercy.

Jeno understood the desires of the younger well, and not being able to control his own, Jeno flipped over Y/N onto his stomach.

Tapping his cock against Y/N's hole, Jeno heard moans of impatience as he began to slap the prince's hole with a thud that spoke to the weight of his penis. His eight inch cock was sure to break in Y/N quite nicely and leave him unable to live without Jeno forever. This experience would give Y/N such a pleasured pain it would unlock new levels of lust in his brain.

"I see you are well-prepared for this new connection between our nations," Jeno spoke as he observed wetness at the Y/N's opening, speaking volumes to the younger's insatiable appetite.

Jeno, unable to control himself any further, roughly plunged his cock into the deep, moist entrance of Y/N's ass, as the younger let out an audible yelp. The corners of his hole began to slightly bleed to accomdate the first-time stretch.

Overwhelmed from the sudden introduction of seven inches, the thickness of the pole inside him, the pain of his hole ripping slighlty, and the new feeling of being filled, Y/N let out large tears that stained the white sheet below him. Jeno, being the diplomat he was, moved his face closer to Y/N's, cooing at him before encapsulating his lips once again.

The pleasure of the kissing distracted Y/N as the radiating pain from his lower body retreated and only a feeling of fullness remained. Jeno experimented with a small thrust, resulting in an audible moan Jeno heard through their connected mouths. He proceeded to pummel his thick rod into Y/N at a faster pace, enjoying the squeals of the former virgin who felt a constant pressure on his prostate and inside all areas of his passage.

Jeno continued further with a rough animalistic pounding that elicited the arching of Prince Y/N's back and moved him back and forth across the bed with each powerful thrust.

The feeling of the all encapsulating walls of Y/N hugging and squeezing Jeno's cock was emphasized through the various groans the older let out. Y/N was addicted to the pleasure of having his walls filled and stretched out fully, as well as the warmth of the large veiny cock inside him that sent waves of pleasure each time Y/N's prostate was brushed by.

Jeno's thrusts grew more greedy as he became less gentle, eliciting almost musical moans from Y/N, that sounded like he was asking for more. HIs manhood stretched out Y/N's hole fully and gave him a good dicking down that showed a king's true power.

The hilt of Jeno's thick cock smacked Y/N's rim with indescribably pleasureful force that Y/N's eyes could do nothing but roll back. The thought of a large, muscular man, such as Jeno, pounding him with a large cock that fit inside him like a key and satisfied the itch of emptiness inside him that arose earlier in the day led Y/N to a seventh heaven he knew he would have to reach again and again.

"Enjoying my large cock squelching in your boyhole, my prince? Petite little princes like you are designed perfectly for taking a large kingly dick that is far too large for any woman. I'll have you bouncing on my cock and asking for mercy through your moans like this for as long as the two of us live. I'll pound you to the point that you become mine and only mine, my cock is what you'll need to live every single day," Jeno proudly whispered.

The wet sounds of Jeno's large cock infiltrating Y/N's passage, along with their skin slapping together, filled the room with auras of sin and desire.

"UHHH, YESSS, fuck me as rough as you can, your highness. I can't get enough of your large dick, my king, I'm so glad you decided to take me and make me yours, that is exactly what I deserve to be, your cocksleeve and whore," Y/N responded with nothing but pleasure filling his head.

The sounds of sex became more unholy as Jeno's large cock released pre-cum that further lubricated Y/N's walls and increased the squelching, making both more horny as Jeno continued to wreck Y/N's hole mercilessly.

Jeno's golf-ball sized testicles slapped Y/N hard with each thrust, reminding Y/N what a true man's dominance was and felt like inside a bratty boy like him. Y/N wanted nothing more than to succumb to and embrace the fact that he was being manhandled by a true man whom he could never compete with. All he wanted was to be done again and again by Jeno's large cock, be subservient to his desires, be creamed and de-masculinated, and to have his slutty whoreish bussy pummeled like it was asking to be.

Y/N's hole began to slowly comform to Jeno's cock and grow used to it as the thrusts increased, sticking to his massive dick and not letting go of each vein as he pulled out prior to each thrust. Y/N's hole was basically becoming like a real pussy that bulged outwards almost like a flower blooming and reflected each action of Jeno's merciless cock.

Jeno bulged Y/N's stomach with each thrust, rearranging his organs in the process and growing his desire to breed the prince with copious amounts of cum deposited in his hole. Jeno continued to ravage and do Y/N with the sheer girth of his cock that entered Y/N's asshole like a lock fitting in a key. Y/N's prostate was being abused greatly with each rubbing of Jeno's cock's veins against it, resulting in waves of pleasure clouding the minds of both.

Jeno lost control and felt his climax nearing as he pulled out to his glans and pushed over six inches back all in one go for his last thrust, that pushed Y/N over the edge and led to his orgasm while Jeno released multiple spurts of thick cum into Y/N's passage, as a sort of signature on the documentation of their alliance. Jeno continued to push his cock further inside Y/N's hole as each spurt hit Y/N's walls more forcefully, overstimulating the younger. Y/N tiny hole remained stretched well by Jeno's fat cock inside of him that the prince begged to let remain inside.

Jeno reveled in his training of the younger prince and being the one pound and cream his greedy boypussy for the first time, knowing that peace between the kingdoms was secured for all eternity.

"This is a meeting I'll never forget," Y/N sighed with satisfaction while staring at Jeno.

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gravehags · 15 days ago

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such selfish prayers

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!OC x Aether

Rating: EXPLICIT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: propositioning, threesome, birthdays, titty sucking, masturbation, oral f!receiving, oral m!receiving, pillow talk, collars, anal sex, vaginal sex, knotting, come eating

Words: 9,745

Summary: Natalie seeks a suitably grand birthday present for her lover's birthday. And she sees the way the quintessence ghoul looks at both of them.

a/n: LMAO WELCOME BACK TO THE GRAVEHAGS SHITSHOW YEEHAWWWW

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She watches them.

Watches her beloved smile and gesture at the big ghoul, a pretty flush high on his cheeks. She watches Aether return the grin, clearly pleased that he’s garnered the positive attention of his Cardinal. He looks at Copia the same way he’s been looking at her: besotted, admiring.

Lustful.

Copia’s upcoming fiftieth birthday weighs heavy on Natalie’s mind as she struggles to come up with a suitably grand present for such a milestone. She knows he expects nothing of her but she’s determined to make this a special celebration.

Hence, the way her gaze darts between him and his quintessence ghoul.

It’s a daring plan - certainly nothing she would have ever considered before her relationship with Copia - but her love has emboldened her, pushed her to pursue her desires. And what she desires is both of them. She has the affection of his ghoulettes, true, but such love has only made her greedy. She has no desire to be unfaithful to Copia - the thought sickens her - but after Cirrus makes her aware of Aether’s infatuation, she has given it much thought.

And so she watches.

And waits.

It needs to be a surprise, this dalliance - more than anything she wants to relish the look on Copia’s face when it dawns on him what she has masterminded. She knows she’s getting ahead of herself but every time Aether looks between her and the Cardinal with lovelorn eyes she nearly bursts into delighted laughter. Natalie knows she’s going to offer him something he will be entirely unable to refuse. And how could he? The prince of hell and his mistress, welcoming him into their bed (and hearts) as they have his ghoulette counterparts? The thought makes Natalie giddy as she lies in wait outside the practice room where she knows Aether is currently located, perfecting his craft. She leans up against the limestone wall opposite the door, tipping her head back to admire the intricately carved stone ceiling. She’s worn a sheer blouse tucked into a dark blue pencil skirt today and she rocks back and forth on the balls of her feet, encased in sensible little brown pumps. Tick tock, Natalie thinks, examining her fresh manicure. Letting out a sharp exhale of breath, she falls backwards onto her heels just as the door opens. Her full lips are schooled into a sweet smile and when Aether exits the room and sees her, she nearly lets out an inelegant guffaw at his face.

“L-Lady Sinclair! What are you doing here?”

It’s cute how panicked he sounds. She doesn’t advance on him yet, remaining at her post against the wall with her hands folded across her stomach.

“I’d like to talk to you, Aether,” she murmurs, “and please, call me Natalie. Lady Sinclair is my…well I suppose I can’t rightly say my mother has ever been called that.”

He lets out a laugh that’s much too loud and rubs the back of his neck with a large hand.

“What…what did you want to talk about?”

“C’mon,” she says, gesturing for him to follow her down the hall, “I know a place.”

As the two of them walk side by side, Natalie can feel the anxiety coming off Aether in waves and in truth, she feels bad. She knows all too well what that’s like.

“You’re not in trouble, Aether,” she says softly, leading him into an empty courtyard, “I just have something I want to ask you. Well, several somethings actually.”

Natalie sits down on a curved marble bench next to a butterfly bush that’s a riot of color. Spring is in full bloom at the abbey and she’s surprised that the beautiful space hasn’t been already occupied for a late afternoon dalliance. It was fate, she supposes. Aether carefully lowers himself next to her at a respectable distance, though when his knee brushes hers he almost launches into the air.

“Now Aether,” Natalie says, trying her best not to let a sinister grin curl her lips in anticipation of her next words, “I know you want to fuck me.”

Aether doubles over with a shocked wheeze.

“Lady–Nat–Lady Sinclair! I-I don’t know where you got such an idea but I’ve never intimated, n-never even dreamed–”

“Cirrus and Cumulus told me,” she says with a smile, “And y’know. I have eyes.”

His protestations end in a pathetic whimper as he dodges her gaze.

“More’s the point, I know you want to fuck the Cardinal, too.”

He looks as if he wants nothing more than to melt into the grass below their feet.

“N-No,” he whispers, “The two of you are too speci–important. I would never.”

“Aether,” Natalie says quietly, “I told you you’re not in trouble, remember? Quite the contrary. I was wondering if you would consent to joining the two of us for a special birthday surprise for Copia. Would you like that? Would you like–” Natalie leans forward and draws the pad of her forefinger along the inside of his knee, which makes him look like he’s about to pass out, “--would you like to have both of us? To share me with the Cardinal? And share the Cardinal with me?”

“Yes,” Aether whispers, too fast, his broad chest heaving with each ragged breath, “yes I want that. Sathanas, I want it so bad–have wanted it so bad–”

“Then I’m yours,” Natalie says simply, pressing the full weight of her small palm into his kneecap, “we both are. I see the way he looks at you and I know he wants this. And what better way to help him celebrate an important birthday than to let him fulfill his desires?”

The rumbling purrs coming from Aether’s chest as Natalie massages the inside of his thigh with her thumb are delightful to her ears.

“I would be honored, Lady Natalie,” the ghoul murmurs, flexing his hips upwards almost imperceptibly. The motion has the breath catching in Natalie’s throat and her cheeks flooding with red.

“R-Right. I…mmm.”

Aether looks at her so intensely all successive thoughts are driven right from her head and she feels like a blushing virgin again. When she lets out a little self-deprecating giggle, Aether smiles wide to bare his sharp teeth.

“I should get back to my work,” she finally says, rising abruptly. He does the same, albeit slower - slow enough that as he straightens she becomes increasingly aware of how much bigger he is than her. His hands are folded behind his back and he blinks down at her. When she opens her mouth to speak, nothing comes out.

“You were going to get back to your work…?” Aether says, charmingly. Helpfully.

“Yes! Yes I am, thank…thank you,” she sticks her hand out as if asking for a handshake before slamming it back down at her side, mortified. With one last tight smile she turns to leave. Once her back is to Aether, she tries to move but a large hand is gently placed on her shoulder. A beat passes before she feels the ghoul lean down to ear level.

“You’re very pretty when you blush.”

Her knees almost collapse out from underneath her and she briefly entertains the notion of dramatically crumpling to the ground just so she can be carried to the infirmary by the big ghoul. He relinquishes her seconds later and she’s forced to remember how to walk as she stiffly exits the courtyard. She doesn’t dare look back over her shoulder.

—

“There’s nothing I can do to convince you not to go in today, huh?”

Copia’s standing in front of the bedroom mirror, buttoning up his red cassock with a soft smile.

“Eh, it’s just another day, amore mio.”

Natalie scoffs from her spot tangled in their sheets.

“Just another day? It’s not every day you turn fifty,” she says, rising to her knees and gesturing for him to come to her. Dutifully, he walks to the edge of the bed until his knees bump the mattress and she winds her arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs.

“For turning fifty?” he replies, earning himself a smack on the chest and an eyeroll.

“Fucking smartass. No, Copia, for everything you have done and will ever do.”

She’s not sure if it’s a trick of the dim light, but his eyes look a little misty.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you and I hate you for making me fuck up my paints, goddammit I should have been out of here five minutes ago.”

“Hmm,” she says thoughtfully, her thumbs swiping the black tears off his cheeks, “I’d hardly call that fucking them up. Though if you’re inclined, I could really fuck them up.” She’s grinning with all her teeth now as she lifts up the hem of her sleep chemise, brings it over her head and tosses it to the floor where it lands with a whisper.

“Temptress,” he growls, grabbing her wrists, “Lilith incarnate. You would have me be late to my own meeting then?”

“Mmm, mmhmm,” she says with a grin, lowering herself back onto the mattress and dragging Copia on top of her. “I need to get you in the mood for your birthday present.”

“Ehehe,” he laughs as he settles between her legs, “you mean this isn’t my birthday present?”

“It’s p-part of it–” she lets out a gasp as he drags his tongue along the side of her neck, “—but the rest is a surprise.”

He makes a grunt of interest from where he mouths at her collarbone. When he drags his lips down her chest, leaving a smear of black paint in his wake, the look in his eyes is positively devious. It makes Natalie’s cunt throb.

“How was there ever any doubt that you’re the fucking Antichrist,” she laughs, delirious as his lips wrap around her nipple and he sucks. She could have him do this forever, in fact she has before, but she knows he’s pressed for time. When she attempts to drag him back up to face her he lets out a noise of protestation.

“M-My love, I’m only trying to make sure we get to the main event–”

“Perhaps this is my main event, diavoletta mia,” he says, long nose nuzzling her breast playfully. She giggles.

“You want to be late to your own meeting just so you can suck on my titty for an indeterminate amount of time?”

“It is my birthday,” he smiles, “and this is much more enjoyable than a quarterly budget discussion.”

“Oh, well,” she says, flopping her head back down onto the pillow, “by all means, carry on then. But you’re going to make a mess in your trousers. Again.”

“I’m counting on it, Natalia mia,” he growls, and the rush of slick that comes out of her as she watches him steadily hump the mattress has her mouth hanging open, “so you just enjoy the show while I eh, relish in my birthday gift.”

She props her arm up behind her head to give her a better view as he returns to dragging his lips along her stiffened nipple.

“Whose birthday is it again?” she moans, watching her beloved take from her with teeth and tongue.

“Mine,” he says emphatically, as he gazes up at her darkly while his hips grind into the duvet.

“Yours,” Natalie breathes, her fingers ghosting along the strands of hair that have fallen loose from his pomade.

“All yours.”

—--

By the time Copia’s finished with her and he scuttles out the door (after a change of trousers) looking exceptionally smug, Natalie is a flushed, limp mess. She’s surprised Copia didn’t question the fact that she would also be late, unless he somehow found out she took the day off. Perhaps she had distracted him so thoroughly it wouldn’t dawn on him until he was halfway through his dreaded meeting, thinking about the purple marks he left peppered over her breasts. Her mouth stretches into a lazy grin imagining the way his eyes would get big and he’d have to adjust himself in his fresh trousers.

Delicious.

She should get up, start preparing for the big event but the covers are so warm and her body so pliant she can’t help but melt a little into the silk pillowcase. Idly, her hand drifts along the dips and swells of her body, thinking about how he stared at her with his jaw hung open as he reached his peak with a low whine.

Fuck, she wishes he had taken the day off.

With a sigh she looks up at the dark red canopy above her. She could afford a few more hours of sleep, right? Aether had his marching orders and knew when to arrive so she could arrange him artfully and she had the perfect outfit. Well, if you could call what she had in mind an outfit, that is. Chuckling deviously, she reaches down to the foot of the bed and pulls the plush blanket on top of her before nestling in.

Copia had no idea what was going to hit him.

—---

As the hours pass, Natalie’s excitement begins to waver a little as anxiety settles in the pit of her stomach. What if she had been misreading the vibes and Copia didn’t want this at all? What if she had invited someone into their bed who Copia believed had no business being there? It was one thing with her and the ghoulettes but would Copia balk at her being fucked by another man? She sits on the couch clutching a throw pillow, listening to the rats in the cage behind her scurry around.

What if she’s about to ruin the whole goddamn relationship?

She has to tell someone, has to get this shit off her chest before it settles into her heart and festers. Grabbing her phone she opens her texts.

Hey ‘Lus

A moment passes.

Hey my sweet, what’s up?

Natalie chews on her bottom lip. One of the girls lets out a quiet squeak.

Hey so…I may have fucked up. I need your advice.

Is it about Copia?

Yeah. Copia and Aether.

This is stupid, she tells herself, you should have kept this shit to yourself.

Ah, you’re referring to how you propositioned him?

Natalie lets out a squawk.

What the fuck, he told you??

She can practically hear Cumulus’ warm, melodic laughter as she watches the text bubble on the screen.

Beloved, of course he told us. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t stepping on our toes. Sweet, really, when you consider the torture that Cir put him through.

What do you mean?

Ah, well. You know that pretty little toy we like to use on you? The nice, long, thick one?

Natalie’s mouth runs dry. Yeah. She knows.

After one of our hmm…rendezvouses…she brought it back to the den and uh. Left it on his pillow.

God.

We didn’t see him for days after that until Mountain went to check on him and found him slumped over on his knees, dick in one hand, the toy in the other. The smell of you had pushed him into his rut and it was all we could do to coax him off the floor and into the shower. Cir felt so bad she never teased him about you again.

Wow. I…wow.

So if you’re wondering if he wants you, yeah, he fucking wants you. He’s just too sweet to ask for what he wants like we did.

Did he…say anything about Copia?

A couple minutes pass.

Are you talking about the massive crush he has on the Cardinal?

Yeah. And how I set up a birthday surprise tonight for Copia when he comes back to our quarters and finds uh…Aether and I in bed waiting for him.

Unholy fuck, are you trying to kill the man?

Despite Natalie’s anxiety, a snort of laughter still leaves her.

So you think he’d like this? I’m sitting here agonizing wondering if I’ve misread the vibes between the two of them.

Oh honey. You should see the way they dance around one another during rehearsals. I think all three of you are going to have a marvelous time.

Thank you, Cumulus.

Of course, sweetheart. And next time, invite us too huh? We could put on a real show for the boys.

Natalie’s vision goes a little spotty. Now there’s a thought. The relief that floods her veins is practically palpable as she chucks her phone down on the cushion next to her. Since her anxiety has vanished she is back to feeling ridiculously aroused by the potential of tonight. She’s got a couple hours until Aether shows and her gaze drifts towards the bed.

Wouldn’t hurt to get warmed up, huh?

—-

Natalie frets at the ribbons holding up her white silk stockings, adjusting the way they dimple her pale thighs. It’s a simple look - nothing else to distract the eye from her ah, attributes - but she can’t wait to see Copia’s reaction to it. And Aether’s, of course, though after what Cumulus told her earlier she’s worried she might actually kill the ghoul. She loosens her dark curls from their spot piled atop her head and tugs at the strands artfully before grabbing her robe and slipping it on. She’s about to finish off the knot at her waist when she hears a tentative knock at the door. Biting her lip to hide her smile she walks over and opens it. The broad shouldered ghoul stands there looking ridiculously bashful for what is about to unfold.

“Uh, hi.”

Natalie smiles at him and gestures for him to enter the room.

“Hey, Aether, right on time. C’mon.”

She pads past the couch and into the open door of the bedroom. Aether follows, looking curious until the moment he passes the threshold. Then he doubles over as if he’s been punched.

“Aether? What’s wrong?”

He plants a large hand on the door frame.

“S-Smell.”

“What like…like a bad smell?”

He looks toward the ceiling and lets out a simultaneously amused and pained wheeze.

“No,” he pants, tongue darting out to lick his lips. “Smells like you.”

“Oh. Oh. You mean–”

“Yeah. You’ve been busy today, haven’t you?”

Natalie chuckles.

“I’d tell you all about it but I don’t know if you’d survive it. Not after what I’m about to do to you.”

Aether’s eyes widen in fear.

“What do you mean?”

Natalie shouldn’t take so much vicious delight in this. In the way he looks at her as she loosens the belt of her robe and lets it fall to the rug. She blinks up at him coyly once, twice, and doesn’t have an opportunity to do it a third time because in a flash he closes the distance and pins her to the bed. The act knocks the breath from Natalie’s lungs as he grips her wrists.

“Little tease,” he growls, and the gush of wetness that comes out of her at the sound is embarrassing, “You think I don’t know what you do to the Cardinal? The madness you inspire in him?” He leans down and inhales deep at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and not for the first time with the ghouls, she feels like a helpless prey animal.

And the feeling thrills her.

“Can’t get started without him, can we?” she breathes, “You wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise by him coming in here to find you fucking me into the mattress without him, right?”

The ferocity in Aether’s gaze falters and Natalie knows the ball is back in her court. His grip on her wrists loosens enough to where she can extract a hand and run her fingers down the side of his face. All of a sudden the beast is rendered a domesticated creature, though as he slowly pulls off her she hopes that ghoul isn’t all gone. She props herself up on her elbows and his eyes dart over her bare body.

“You can look, big boy, but no touching until I say. Or until the Cardinal says. Now you’ve got to get ready, so–” she gestures to his black shirt and trousers, “--strip. I’ve got a special treat for you afterwards.”

Natalie scoots up on the bed and lounges against the propped up pillows, a smile toying at her lips. Aether slowly begins doing as he’s commanded, his eyes on hers as he slides the suspenders off his broad shoulders and unbuttons his shirt. Without even realizing she’s doing it, her hand drifts to her breast to cup it and pinch at the taut, pink nipple. As more of Aether is revealed to her gaze, the more she feels the flush from her cheeks begin to spread across her body. When he shucks off his pants and underwear, Natalie’s mouth goes dry. He straightens and places his hands on his hips, smirking ever-so-slightly. He’s…ooh gorgeous. Chest and stomach covered in dark hair, his strength evident in the circumference of his biceps and thighs. And at the juncture of his legs…a shiver of arousal runs through Natalie. He’s not long, per se, but Sathanas, he’s thick. Thick enough that her legs begin to spread of their own accord as she imagines what he’s going to feel like inside her.

“You approve, Lady Natalie?” he says, flexing.

“Enthusiastically,” she breathes, giving him a wide smile. “Now–” she crooks her finger at him, beckoning. Watching him crawl towards her on the bed as she pulls something out from under a pillow behind her has her wishing Copia would hurry the fuck up already and finish with confession. Once they’re both on their knees, facing one another, Natalie produces the surprise from behind her back. Aether gasps so hard he hiccups as she runs a painted nail over the expensive, well-tooled dark red leather and brass hardware of the thick collar in her hands. She laughs, low and throaty, as she unfastens it.

“You like it?”

“Y-Yeah,” his voice is hoarse when he finally gets the word out, “Unholy fuck, yeah, I like it.”

“Will you be a good boy and let me put it on you?”

The pathetic little whimper that comes out of the ghoul nearly makes Natalie shriek with delight. Carefully, she wraps it around his neck and slides the end through the buckle.

“This good? I don’t want it to be too–”

“Tighter.”

The single, growled out word has her legs wobbling. She obliges him, fastening it snug around his muscular neck. Idly, her hand comes up along the side of his face to brush her fingertips along one of the horns that jut from his hairline. The simple action has him breathing heavily, clearly struggling to maintain his self-control and not pin her to the bed and take. He brings a large hand to his throat and feels along the edges of his new accessory.

“There’s a charm here,” he says, trying and failing to look down at the flat, round piece of metal attached to the collar, “What is it?”

She smiles, pulling away and returning to her nest of pillows.

“That’s a surprise for the both of you,” she says airily, “but for now you can stay kneeled there but face the door. He should be here any minute and I want him to get the perfect view.”

The seconds tick by with Natalie watching the steady breathing of the patient ghoul. When she brings her stockinged foot to brush against the generous curve of his ass, his hips flex forward again like they did the first time they discussed this whole thing. When a distinct jingling and the sound of a key in the door breaks the silence, Aether’s shoulders straighten and anticipation thrums through Natalie’s veins. Copia enters their living quarters and shuts the door behind him, tossing his keys in the dish.

“Amore?”

“In the bedroom.”

When she sees his shadow darken the doorway she realizes she’s shaking. He looks up from where he’s fussing with removing his watch and his biretta drops from his unoccupied hand.

“Surprise,” she purrs, hoping to God the slack-jawed look of shock on his face is a positive thing. “Look what I got you? Well, us.”

His mouth opens and closes several times as he shuffles towards the bed, his eyes darting from her to the ghoul at her feet. Nervous, she hops up and stands beside him, bringing him closer to Aether.

“I…I don’t understand, amore.”

Any arousal in her is replaced with cold, vicious fear.

“I��I noticed you…you and Aether…that is to say I watched the way you looked at him a-and he at you and–”

Copia brings up a gloved hand to Aether’s neck, where he takes the charm in between his fingers and peers down at it. When he realizes what it says he lets go and turns to her, and before she can whisper out a mortified apology, he’s grabbing her by the back of the neck and slamming his lips into hers.

“Ragazza perfetta,” he growls in between nips at her lower lip, “La mia fottuta ragazza perfetta, I adore you.”

Natalie lets out a high-pitched sigh of relief as she watches the tension exit Aether’s shoulders.

“Well go on,” she says, laughing and plopping down on the edge of the bed, “show him how grateful you are too.”

Aether rises on his knees and Copia stands back for a moment, drinking him in. When Natalie sees the way his breath hitches at his hardened cock, she reclines against the pillows yet again. Raising his hand to Aether’s mouth, he glides his thumb along his lips, pushing them up to marvel at his sharp canines. When the ghoul’s tongue slithers out to lick at the leather, Natalie watches with glee as Copia’s mismatched gaze darkens. Gripping Aether’s chin, Copia bends and brushes his lips across his. It’s chaste, almost, or it would be if it weren’t for the way Aether’s cock continues to leak pre on their duvet.

“You’re making a mess,” Copia purrs, “Let’s find somewhere for you to put that, hmm?”

Aether grins, wide and cheeky, as the Cardinal turns and begins his methodical undressing routine.

“Have you touched her?” Copia asks as he unfastens the fascia from his waist.

“I–no. I mean, yes but…not how I want to. That is, if you’ll let me?”

He sets his jeweled grucifix down on the dresser and turns to the two of them.

“I think, ghoul, it has become abundantly clear how much I wish to see that. So if the lady obliges…?”

“Fuck, yes,” Natalie groans as Aether crawls towards her and nestles in between her thighs, his cock leaking on her bare belly. She looks to her beloved who watches with a filthy little smile as she tugs the ghoul closer to her face by his collar.

“How long have you wanted this?” she says, fingers threading through his loose mohawk, “Since the moment we met? Longer? When you were still Terzo’s ghoul?”

“Yes,” he says hoarsely, leaving it up to her to interpret which statement he’s referring to.

“Poor thing,” she purrs, her eyes trained over on Copia as he toes off his shoes and socks, “Cumulus told me about what Cirrus did. Cruel. Said it pushed you into your rut. Do you think I could do it again? Do you–”

Natalie doesn’t have the opportunity to further torture Aether because the ghoul in question has her pinned to the bed once more, his lips firmly slotted against hers. His kisses are generous, like Copia’s, and not lacking ferocity, like Copia’s, but there’s a sense of being devoured that is entirely new to her. The way his claws bite into her wrists as he holds her down is intoxicating - she only wishes that she was able to see how Copia is reacting to it. She doesn’t have to wonder for long when familiar fingers slip into her hair and caress her scalp. Suddenly, Aether pulls away and she’s gasping for air as he falls to the side and Copia joins them on the large bed.

“She’s beautiful like this, isn’t she Aether?” the Cardinal murmurs, bringing a warm hand to cup her breast, “Devious, delightful little thing. I’ll enjoy watching you split her open. But for now–” Copia reaches across her and pulls Aether in, “--I would like a turn.”

Watching her beloved and the ghoul lick hungrily into each other’s mouths above her has Natalie breathless as she sinks into the pillows and her hand drifts between her legs. When she parts herself she’s surprised by how slick she is already, and uses that to her benefit by gliding a manicured finger along her swollen clit. The show continues to be a delight, though Aether’s brow furrows as he’s sucking on Copia’s tongue before he pulls off with a gasp. Natalie continues to play with herself.

“Something the matter?” she asks innocently, watching Aether pant raggedly.

“Crudele,” Copia tsks, “go on amore, give him a taste.”

“As my Cardinal commands,” she murmurs, scooping up her slick with a grin. Aether’s mouth falls open as he sticks his tongue out. When she gently places her dripping finger onto the muscle, the whine that comes out of the ghoul is delicious. Greedily, he closes his mouth around the digit and sucks, his hips rocking into her side while Copia chuckles and places wet kisses to her neck.

“Amore, I think you’ve broken the poor ghoul,” he chortles, mouth working its way to her breast, “I imagine you want revenge now, hmm Aether?”

The ghoul finally relinquishes Natalie’s finger and pants into the room, nodding.

“This morning I made her come just from sucking her tits,” Copia says casually, as if they’re at a dinner party, “Do with that information what you will.”

Oh, Natalie thinks with a delighted sigh, this definitely was a good idea.

Copia has already begun lapping at one breast and Aether adjusts his position so he can slip the other into his eager mouth. Together they suck at her taut pink nipples, the bite of Aether’s fangs on the bud a lovely reminder of her previous encounters with his female counterparts. Her hands slide into their hair - one scratching gently on Copia’s scalp, the other trailing her fingers up and around Aether’s horns when deep purring begins to rumble throughout the bedroom.

“Mmm…feels so good,” she sighs, wrapping a small palm around the base and gently tugging in a suggestive motion, “You both spoil me.”

Copia chuckles, the vibration sending a wave of pleasure through Natalie’s spine. The shiver is not lost on Aether, who gently begins rutting against her hip in time with the motion of his tongue.

“You like that, big boy?” she coos at the ghoul, her lips curling into a lazy grin. Aether pulls off her with a lewd pop and stares up at her, slack jawed.

“Need her, Cardinal,” he growls, and Natalie gasps as she feels the slick gush out of her. Aether’s tail moves between her legs, the spade sliding back and forth along the inside of her knee - an echo of what she did to him several weeks ago.

“I know you do, my ghoul,” Copia responds, nodding sympathetically. “Natalia wou–”

“Not so fast,” she says imperiously, “I think the birthday boy gets first dibs. I’m perfectly content to wait if it means I get to watch you take that delicious, thick cock inside you first.”

The Cardinal gives her a look filled with such adoration all she can do is smile at him and give him a slow wink. They pull back and move to stand.

“What do you want?” Copia pants, “Anything, stelle mie.”

She laughs.

“My love, this whole thing is about what you want. So go on. Tell us what you want from him.”

Copia turns to Aether, his hand drifting absentmindedly to stroke at himself.

“Want your cock in my mouth,” the Cardinal says, breathless, “and then I want it in my ass, and I want to eat her out while you fuck me senseless.”

Natalie almost starts clapping in sheer delight.

“Sounds wonderful, now–”

“Ah, ah, ah, bellezza mia,” Copia says, and Natalie can’t help but smile at how he manages that pedantic tone while violently aroused, “I’m not finished.”

Aether cocks his head in her direction. They both give Copia their full attention.

“Then,” Copia says, eyes glittering and every bit of him the prince of Hell, “then I want to watch him fuck you, while I fuck your mouth.”

The whine that simultaneously comes out of Natalie and the ghoul has Copia practically crowing.

“Want to keep me stuffed nice and full, huh?” she breathes, spreading her legs and grinning as both sets of eyes zero in on what’s going on at the juncture of her thighs. “Far be it from me to say no. Aether, I hope your stamina is up to the task?”

The ghoul gives her a filthy grin.

“I’d ask the same of you,” he purrs, fisting his cock. Natalie’s mouth runs dry as she watches his tongue dart out to slide along his lower lip. She opens her mouth for a snarky response but all that comes out is a weak noise, her attention too focused on his thumb spreading pre down the vein on his shaft.

“Look at that, Cardinal,” he murmurs, “already cock dumb and no one’s even filled her up yet.”

“Mmm,” Copia agrees with a smile, “just wait until you hear her though when she is filled up. Moaning and begging like a pretty little whore. Isn’t that right, Natalia mia?”

She should be affronted, but he’s absolutely right. So instead she leans into it.

“That’s right,” she confirms, hand drifting to cup and fondle her own breast. “For now, though, I’ll settle for you being filled up, beloved. Or was that little speech all for show?”

Aether drags his gaze from her hand to Copia, his broad chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Copia blows her a kiss and puts his knees on the bed.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth, ghoul?”

The aforementioned ghoul lets out a drawn out groan.

“Unholy fuck, I thought you’d never ask.”

Natalie lets out a triumphant laugh as she nestles into the pillows. Copia looks gorgeous - his face flushed, his eyes shiny - as Aether’s cock bobs enticingly in front of him. Slowly - far too slowly for her and certainly for Aether - Copia leans forward and scoops a fat bead of pre off the tip, drawing it into his mouth.

“How long have you wanted this, Cardinal?” Aether grunts, shifting his hips forward to slide the swollen head of him onto Copia’s outstretched tongue. Copia pulls back slightly.

“Aether, I can eh, either suck you off or talk but not both.”

The ghoul shrugs.

“I hear you talk all day,” he says, reaching down to grab the back of Copia’s head, “I want you to put that mouth to better use.”

Before Copia can object, Aether’s hips thrust forward, pushing his cock into Copia’s mouth and leaving the Cardinal to let out a lewd groan. He lets Aether use him for a few moments before regaining control of the situation. Natalie watches with bated breath as Copia bobs his head, taking him to the root and sliding off him again. Not moving her eyes an inch from the scene before her, she slips her fingers in between her legs once more to massage her swollen clit.

“You–ah–like what you see, Lady Natalie?”

She rips her gaze away from her beloved stretching his mouth around Aether’s girth and looks up at the ghoul.

“Y-Yeah,” she says breathlessly, all her bravado from earlier evaporated, “fuck, yeah that’s-that’s–”

“He looks good like this, huh?” the ghoul continues, his large hand steady on the back of Copia’s head, “You think–hnn fuck–you think this is what he feels like when he’s watching you get fucked by the ghoulettes?”

Copia lets out a low moan around Aether, causing the ghoul’s fingers to clench in his silvered brown hair.

“God, I hope so,” Natalie breathes, “it’s exactly what he deserves. He deserves to feel this fucking good. He deserves the world.”

Aether pants and looks down at his Cardinal, dragging the pad of his thumb along his cheekbone as he continues to sloppily suck his dick.

“He does,” Aether says, “you both do. Mmm can’t wait to fuck you both.”

Copia pulls off Aether with a wet noise.

“Me neither,” the Cardinal says, his voice hoarse, “which is why I’m not going to wait any longer and you’re going to do it now.”

Aether laughs and stands after pulling away. Copia turns his gaze to Natalie, who idly winds one of her dark curls around her forefinger as she smiles at her beloved.

“Spread your legs,” Copia growls, yanking her knees apart, “so I can give Aether a pretty show.”

“Yes, Your Eminence,” she murmurs, thrilled by the arrival of “The Cardinal” as she puts it. Their sexual encounters were generally a good balance of dominance but fuck, if she doesn’t love it when he gets like this, and he knows it. Strands of hair fall in his face as he stares up at her, his lips deliciously swollen and red. Before she’s entirely too distracted she reaches over and opens the drawer of the bedside table.

“Aether,” she says, pulling something small out and throwing it towards him, which he catches. “Have fun. Oh, and enjoy the show.”

“Could say the same to you.”

Like he did with Aether, Copia leans down and drags the tip of his tongue along Natalie’s slit to gather the slick. She hears Aether’s breath catch in his throat as she watches him push Copia’s knees up.

“Come on, be a good little Cardinal and arch your back,” Natalie teases. Copia is unamused as he bites down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, but does as she says all the same.

“How’s the view, Aeth–Aether?” her question increases in pitch as it comes out of her mouth when Copia spreads her open and licks a stripe from hole to clit. Natalie tugs sharply on Copia’s hair as he smirks up at her.

“Nice,” Aether comments, his broad hands gripping at Copia’s generous behind, “behave yourself, Cardinal, and put that mouth to work.”

When Copia whips his head around to snarl something at Aether, the ghoul delivers a sharp smack to his right asscheek.

“Give him hell, Aeth!” Natalie crows, pushing the head of her indignant lover down so he can get to work on her cunt. Aether pops open the lid of the small bottle Natalie had tossed him and douses his fingers. She wishes she had a better view of what he was doing but perhaps that’s why she should look into fucking him herself at some point. A shiver of anticipation rolls through her when she imagines borrowing Cirrus’ quintessence strap. Copia lazily laps at her but when Aether brushes the pad of his thumb over his hole, the Cardinal’s knees wobble. The ghoul presses the first inch or so of the slicked up digit in and Natalie gasps at the broken moan that leaves her beloved’s mouth.

“Barely put anything in and you’re already begging for it,” Aether grins, “you sure it’s Lady Natalie who’s the whore and not you?”

Copia doesn’t even have the fight in him to snap something over his shoulder at his insubordinate ghoul, too busy is he arching his back further into Aether’s touch and gently rocking his hips against the covers. It’s an exquisite sight, and Natalie is convinced she could get off on his reddened cheeks and hoarse panting alone.

“More,” Copia groans, “fuck, ghoul, I need more.”

Aether looks up at Natalie.

“What do you think, Lady Natalie?” he asks, and Copia’s eyes fly up to hers, desperate and pleading. She moves her head from shoulder to shoulder as if contemplating. It’s cruel but she knows Copia adores it, and the stuttered rocking of his hips into the duvet tells her so.

“Give the birthday boy exactly what he needs, Aether.”

Copia lets out a whine and places fervent kisses to her inner thigh.

“Thank you, padrona mia,” Copia pants, “so good to me, always.”

“You’re easy to be good to,” she murmurs and the way he looks up at her, mismatched gaze suddenly tender, shows that he remembers those words he spoke to her a lifetime ago. Aether shifts on his feet, clearly feeling as if he is intruding on something but Natalie looks up at him with soft eyes.

“Go on, sweet boy,” she purrs, “show me how good my man looks when he’s getting fucked.”

A predatory grin stretches Aether’s face.

“As my lady commands,” he replies, “Cardinal, are you ready or shoul–”

“Ghoul, if you don’t put your cock in me this instant I’ll force you to leave without putting it in Natalia.”

Natalie laughs at the look on Aether’s face as he puts his knees on the bed. When the ghoul takes his cock in hand and gently presses the head against Copia’s slicked up hole, Copia’s head drops limp against the covers. Gently, Natalie reaches down and tilts his chin up.

“Look at me,” she murmurs, “I want to see it on your face.”

So he does.

Seeing Copia’s jaw fall open as Aether slowly eases his thick length inside of him, Natalie feels like this is really her birthday present. When the ghoul bottoms out, their hips flush to one another, Copia lets out a whimper and his head falls against Natalie’s inner thigh.

“Don’t neglect her,” Aether gently reminds him, and Copia’s brows twitch in vague displeasure at the very thought. The ghoul doesn’t move until the Cardinal has resumed his lapping at her altar. Natalie’s pleasure feels like a slow burn - delicious and decadent and unhurried - as she watches Aether slide out of her man and then back in, each time a little more firmly. Copia’s moans are swallowed by her cunt, though the vibrations send shockwaves up her spine. The ghoul’s pace picks up, his eyes on the wanton bounce of her breasts as she rides her beloved’s tongue. Both of them look perfect, and she wonders what she looks like in their eyes.

“Beautiful,” Aether breathes, the snap of his hips more and more insistent. “Sathanas, you’re both so–fuck.”

Natalie’s close, and she can tell Copia is too from the way his hands dimple her thighs in a bruising grip, determined to not let her squirm away. Aether fucks into him roughly, the movements driving Copia forward on the bed and further into her. She can feel the tell-tale tightening of her muscles as her hips spasm against Copia’s mouth.

“Fuck, Copia,” she whines, throwing her head back, “fuck you both look s-so good. So good for me.” From under her lowered lids she can see Aether watching her with his mouth hanging open, a snarl on his lips despite the reverent light in his gaze. Between this and the vicious way Copia eats her out, it’s not long before she climaxes, bucking against her beloved’s unrelenting touch. Copia isn’t far behind her, and she is nearly rocketed into her second orgasm watching him spurt ropes of come onto the bedclothes. When Natalie looks up at Aether and breathes his name, that’s all it takes for the ghoul to lose control.

“Fuck, Copia,” Aether echoes her earlier statement, holding the Cardinal’s hips firm against his as he empties himself inside him.

“That’s it, Aeth,” Natalie slurs, drunk on pleasure, “fill him up. I want it dripping out of him the way he does to me.”

The two of them let out so pathetic a collective whimper that Natalie can’t help but grin. Copia’s mouth hangs open and a bit of drool spills out to join his seed on the duvet. It’s by far the hottest thing Natalie’s seen all night, or at least it is until she watches Aether pull out of the Cardinal with a groan as his come follows.

“Fucking hell,” Natalie breathes, her head falling back against the pillows. Copia collapses with his face pressed against her belly and begins to laugh. She rakes her fingers through his damp hair and crooks her finger at Aether, signaling for him to join them.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at,” she smirks, “you’ve already committed to spitroasting me and you better believe I’m not going to let you go back on that. Right, Aether?”

Aether settles at her side and nuzzles into her hair.

“Mmmhmm,” he agrees, and Copia props up his chin.

“Have pity on an old man,” he says and both Natalie and Aether scoff.

“Don’t you dare hit me with that ‘old man’ shit, Copia Emeritus,” Natalie says, flicking his long nose, “not when I’ve been at the mercy of your libido more than once.”

“Oh?” Aether asks, intrigued.

“After our first time together he kept me locked in this very bedroom for three days straight.”

The ghoul gasps dramatically.

“Three…three days?!”

“That’s not true!” Copia protests.

Natalie reaches up to scratch at Aether’s scalp.

“Yep,” she confirms, “your Cardinal, is a sick, twisted, vile–”

“Oh, as if you weren’t begging for it every time, diavoletta mia.”

“So it is true, then?” Aether asks innocently. Natalie laughs, loud and delirious.

“I don’t have to take this,” Copia grouses, but when he starts to get up his two partners immediately pull him back down.

“Shut up, Your Eminence,” Natalie chortles, running her thumb along his cheekbone. Aether’s head falls into the crook of her neck.

“She’s leaving one very key detail out of that story, my ghoul,” Copia murmurs, tracing symbols into the skin of Natalie’s thigh. “She was a virgin when she came to me.”

This time, Aether’s gasp is genuine.

“She–you–oh Sathanas,” the ghoul moans, and not for the first time that evening Natalie feels him rut against her hip.

“It’s true,” Natalie says coyly, adding fuel to the fire, “he had me on every surface in these quarters, more than once. And then, when he finally allowed me to leave, our next day at work I sucked his dick in his office.”

“Now who’s sick and twisted,” Copia smirks, resting his hand on Aether’s hip.

“I don’t know, Cardinal, I see exactly what’s going on between your legs. I have a feeling you’re into it.”

Aether snorts and gives Natalie’s cheek a disarming kitten lick. It’s absurd coming from the big ghoul and has Copia grinning up at them both.

“Your turn,” he intones sinisterly, pinching her thigh. Anticipation swirls in Natalie’s stomach as her partners both shift and stand.

“Ok, you’re ready,” she says with a shaky laugh, “takes a little more finesse to get me ready, though. Not to mention there’s an absolute mess on the bed–”

Copia rolls his eyes.

“Focus, Natalia.”

“I–right,” she says, clearing her throat. Aether looks between the two of them with a highly amused expression.

“Go on, ghoul,” the Cardinal says, gesturing to her, “put those rhythm guitar fingers to good use.”

Natalie lets out a sigh as Aether rounds the bed and crawls between her legs, slowly dragging his lips along the inside of her stockinged calf.

“Exquisite, isn’t she?” Copia says softly, watching the ghoul touch her with tenderness. Aether nods.

“I-I want to taste her,” he says hoarsely, and Natalie’s clit throbs. “If you don’t mind, that is, Lady Natalie.”

“Mind?” she says incredulously, “Darling, don’t make me beg.”

The Cardinal sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand cupping his cock as he watches Aether scoot up the bed despite the mess currently on it. When he lowers his head to her mound, he takes a moment to inhale deep at her slit and there’s something so deliciously primal about it that Natalie can’t help but tremble. When his tongue pokes out and gives a tentative lick, the noise he makes when her slick hits the muscle is nothing short of desperate. She wants to tease him about it but he doesn’t give her the chance - now that he’s tasted of her all he wants is more. He spreads her open with his thumbs and delves in, lapping ruthlessly at her clit while her hips thrash in his bruising grip.

“That’s it, Aether,” Copia pants, spitting on the head of his cock and giving it a stroke, “she needs to be dripping to take what you’ve got.”

The ghoul moans into her cunt as if he’s forgotten his Cardinal’s master plan for the night. He’s single-minded in his base need to get her off and get as much of her slick on his tongue as he can. Natalie wraps her hand around one of his horns, trying to pull him off to give her an opportunity to breathe but his grip on her thighs turns bruising. Her second orgasm of the night is about to be wrenched from her body while the corners of her eyes darken when Copia grabs the back of Aether’s collar.

“Heel,” the Cardinal growls, and Aether backs away like a guard dog that’s just dropped something he shouldn’t have. Natalie’s dizzy as she watches the ghoul recoil and Copia’s white eye flash in the dim light.

“What’re you stopping him for?” she slurs.

“So he doesn’t eat you alive, amore,” he says. She wants to ask if he means literally but she can’t think about that right now. Not without killing the mood. So instead she hauls herself up and shuffles on her knees towards Aether.

“Come here,” she says, waving him back over. He looks ashamed but Natalie clucks at him reassuringly.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. She takes his face in her hands.

“Nothing to apologize for, honey,” Natalie says, bringing him down to her level. “Would’ve been a helluva way to go out.” Gently, she places a series of kisses on his lips as he melts into her touch. When her hand brushes against his cock, his hips flex into her touch.

“Atta boy,” she says, a grin curling her lips. “Mmm come here and kiss me, beloved.”

Clearly less tense and wary now that she’s regained control of the situation, Copia comes to her side and does as she asks.

“Can you taste me, my love?” she asks him, tenderly brushing the sweaty strands on his forehead back. “Hmm, my two boys. So good to me. Can’t wait to be stuffed full of you both.”

Copia groans and drags his tongue over her lips, then does the same to Aether. The ghoul leans into his touch, clearly pleased he is no longer the object of his Cardinal’s ire. Natalie lets out a warm giggle before shoving Aether back playfully.

“Well go on then, ghoul,” she purrs, “I want to see what the fuss is all about.”

Copia chuckles and pulls back, getting on the bed behind her. Natalie turns to face him, and gets on her hands and knees, waggling her ass enticingly. Aether’s got that look in his eye again as he puts his knee on the duvet and takes his cock in hand. The first brush of the thick head through her folds, makes Natalie’s thighs shake. When Copia puts his hand on her dark curls, she jumps.

“Go easy on her,” Copia commands as the ghoul pushes the tip in.

“You’ll do no such thing, Aether,” she tosses sternly behind her shoulder before obligingly sticking her tongue out to accept Copia’s communion. When she tastes the familiar salt of him, her hips press back to take Aether’s cock. He pushes into her, gently but insistently, and she’s stunned by the absolute girth of him. Her beloved is nothing to sneeze at but even in comparison to Cirrus’ strap, she was not prepared for him but unholy fuck if she isn’t fucking delighted. When he bottoms out she hears him let out a desperate whine and her lips close around the head of Copia’s cock to suckle at him.

“Ah,” Copia sighs as she flicks her tongue along his slit, “that’s my girl. Bellissima.”

Natalie preens. Or she would if she wasn’t entirely preoccupied by getting roundly fucked from both ends. Aether begins to set a pace - firm yet slow - and the stretch of her cunt makes her feel deliciously used. All of a sudden she’s filled with a deep desire to please Copia, so without further ado she lets him slide the length of him into her mouth to the root. She hears him gasp above her and so she hollows her cheeks and sucks. With a groan he begins to steadily fuck her mouth and judging from the increase in forcefulness from behind her, Aether has taken notice.

“Beautiful,” Copia groans, “isn’t she, Aether? I’m going to–ah–give her heaven and earth. Hell, too, should she ask for it. She’s w-worth it, eh?”

Aether grunts an affirmative from behind her as his fingers dig into her hips and his tail wraps snugly around her thigh. She’s trying to have a thought - any thought - but being filled from both ends with Copia’s hand massaging her scalp sends all notions of coherency from her head. Aether pushes into her, driving her forward so she takes the Cardinal deeper down her throat, who in turn thrusts against her, sending her back over the ghoul. It’s a thrilling dance, and one the three of them do with ease as if being speared on their cocks was where she was always meant to be. Natalie can feel herself getting close, and so can Aether if the way he fucks into her is any indication.

“Going to make her come all over you, my ghoul?” Copia coos, holding Natalie’s head steady so he can better use her mouth. “Going to–ah fuck–going to knot my mistress?”

Natalie only vaguely registers his words but judging by the noise that comes out of the ghoul, they clearly mean something important.

“Y-You’d let me?” Aether pants, “Oh, please say you’ll let me, Cardinal. Please, please, p-please.”

Copia chokes on a moan from the way Natalie hollows her cheeks around him.

“You hear that, bellezza mia?” he groans, “My ghoul is going to fuck a kit into you.”

Oh. Oh.

If you had told her at the beginning of the night that that’s what rockets her into her final orgasm, she would have called you fucking crazy. But here she is, moaning around her lover’s cock, her back arching and the walls of her cunt spasming around Aether. And speaking of Aether–

“I’m–I’m–”

“Give into her, ghoul,” Copia grunts, “Show her exactly what you can do to her.”

Natalie’s eyes widen as she feels Aether swell and fatten inside her, stretching her so deliciously and so impossibly tight around him. He holds her hips steady, rocking into her with little whimpers. Copia pulls back just as she feels Aether come inside her again and again and again and with the ghoul’s desperate cry, the Cardinal in turn comes in ropes across her face. It’s quiet in the room, the only sound everyone’s labored breathing as Natalie contends with being so viciously, beautifully used. She tilts her chin up to look up at Copia as best she can from the awkward angle and he drags his thumb through the mess on her face. Dutifully and with great pleasure, Natalie opens her mouth and allows him to place the seed on her tongue.

“Nema,” the Cardinal sighs. She hears Aether echo the sentiment from behind her as he bends down and places his sweaty forehead between her equally sweaty shoulder blades. When Copia pulls away and staggers off the bed, his two partners make noises of protestation. He waves them off as he enters the bathroom and Natalie hears the sink run.

“Aether,” she asks, “you’re still hard.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Is that–is that your knot?”

“Uh-huh.”

Gorgeous.

Natalie weakly crawls up the bed with Aether comically still attached to her by his cock and they both collapse against the pillows.

“It–it’ll go down,” he murmurs in her ear, “just takes a little bit.”

She nods weakly as Copia exits the bathroom, a damp washcloth in tow. Natalie had nearly forgotten about the mess covering her face, which Copia now gently cleans up.

“Was it a good birthday gift?” Natalie asks as he dabs at her swollen lips.

“The best, amore mio,” he murmurs, placing a kiss to her hairline before reaching behind her to pat Aether tenderly on the cheek.

“Don’t fall asleep, Natalia,” Copia says with a chuckle, “we have to change the bed.”

She groans, though out of exhaustion or disgust she’s not sure. She’s about to open her mouth to just tell him “fuck it” when she feels Aether’s cock soften inside her. He pulls out and she already knows he’s watching the way his come slides out of her used cunt and onto the–

“Yeah, okay we need to change the bed,” Natalie agrees. She moves to sit up but before she can do that, Aether is scooping her up in his arms and grinning down at her.

“I got her, Cardinal, if you want to strip the sheets?”

Copia chuckles.

“Knew I kept you around for a reason.”

“What about me, why’d you keep me around?” Natalie asks cheekily, her face buried in Aether’s hairy pectoral.

“I think we just demonstrated wh–”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” she growls, stretching her hand out to flip her beloved off. His reaction is to lean forward and place a disarming kiss on the digit, causing her to relax her hand and take his face in it. He looks just as much of a mess as she does, with what little remains of his paints smeared across his lips and cheeks and his hair sticking out five different directions. There’s a twinkle of mischief in his mismatched eyes and it gives Natalie butterflies. She wonders if he’ll ever stop doing that to her.

“We should shower,” she murmurs, lovingly jabbing the end of his long nose with her forefinger.

“We should,” he agrees, balling up the abused sheets and tossing them across the room. “My ghoul, would you care to join us?”

Copia barely gets the question out before Aether is running into the bathroom, Natalie bouncing in his arms and laughing hysterically. The Cardinal smiles.

Best birthday ever.

#cardinal copia x oc #cardinal copia x oc x aether #natalie sinclair #curator reader series #rachel writes

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abs0luteb4stard · 11 months ago

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W A T C H III N G

I'm going through as many Exorcist movies as I can stand. Trying to see what I haven't seen before. Something to do.

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I don't see how William Friedkin criticized 'Exorcist Believer' in a moral sense in its production shortly before his death when this movie by Blatty himself posited that Damien Karras somehow survived his climactic fall down the stairs in the original film to become possessed by a serial killer and "the master" or "legion".

This movie's plot is beyond reasonable reality, even in demonic possession beliefs. The devil may have reach, but even Satan would be bound by certain cosmic laws.

Friedkin was an ass to do that.

That said, this is not as terrible a movie as I expected, but it's more like a slasher film than an Exorcism.

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lukolabrainrot · 4 months ago

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So i have a theory. A definitely delulu theory. So delulu, so very delulu.

So people are saying that Luke did not reference Nic at all in the People article. So hear me out.

In the this or that selection part, when asked about secret admirer or grand gesture, he chose secret admirer. Which is how he kind of is with Nic. Like she is the one who does the grand gestures, names him, thanks him, talk about him in all interviews. Even when asked about who is Pen's ideal boy, she just described Colin. But Luke always beats around the bush. He does not out right say it. All of us just have to always read between the lines when it comes to his thoughts. So, this is me doing it again. The secret admirer part is him referencing Nic. Gosh! Never not leaving the restaurant I think.

Hey, I don't actually think ANY of us are "delulu" here. NONE of us here know 100% what is going on BTS. However, MOST roads lead back to one place lately... and it's not JD or A imo 🙄

But y'know, I think L's This or That interview spoke VOLUMES in a lot of different ways (ESPECIALLY his non verbal cues). And I agree, I definitely think his Secret Admirer response was very much tied into him and N 😍

#lukola theories #just some thoughts #reading between the lines #non verbal cues

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kkeidawrites · 3 months ago

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The Return

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(This is set in the Arkham Knight Universe)

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The years of never ending luxury events, company parties, regal memorials were all the same: Dull, boring, and even more boring. Food that had no way of filling you up unless you were stationed at the side of the table itself, and even more annoyed of people who will begin talking to you about your intake of food.

These parties were only for snobby rich people who were only looking for ways to line their pockets and either embezzle or run dry the vaults of any of the companies that they whispered promises of prosperity and loyalty for years to come.

The constant sound of fake laughter rang throughout the party halls of the grand estate of the Wayne Manor, it’s just as extravagant inside as the tabloids have stated in the papers. Tonight was no different than any other party that one young girl hadn’t attended in the past. No people her age, just old heads dazzled in their fancy jewels, suits and furs.

16 year old, Y/n L/n pulled at the collar of her dress, her mother had forced her to wear such an atrocious outfit tonight. It was designed with plaids all over it with a short collar and short sleeves. At least it had pockets so that was a perk. Y/n could swear she stuck out like a sore thumb that hiding in the corner of the estate was a great idea to keep out of sight of anyone.

Sighing she placed her hands into her pockets and looked at the double glass doors leading outside to the gardens. It was her best option at the moment, this way she would be able to breathe again and to finally get out of the air of luxury and snobbery.

Making her way past the lavish bushes shaped like rabbits, Y/n looks around the intricate flowers and plants that littered the ground. Each was grazed with details that would make you think you were in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.

Y/n pets the petals of a nearby rose and suddenly jumps when she hears a yell a few feet away from where she stood.

Her pointed shoes were thankfully quiet, as she walked to a bush where she heard the yell and peeked her head over the green shrubbery.

She sees a young boy grab the tie that was around his neck and throwing it down on the concrete in frustration. He rubbed his hands through his previously combed back hair and fixed it to where it fell over his face.

“Damn this party!” He curses and wipes his face.

The boy walks over to the bench nearby and sits down with a huff, leaning forward to fold his hands together and head bowed.

Y/n watches his left leg begin to bounce in place under him and deep breaths leaving him. Y/n felt it best to leave him alone, there was no need to bother him if he was going through something that had nothing to do with her. It was best right?

Then why did she find herself walking around the bush she was hiding behind and approaching him? She swore she made a decision prior to doing this.

As Y/n walked closer to the boy she stopped, his shoulders were shaking and his breaths were coming out choppy.

‘Oh man.’ She thought, awkwardly rubbing her arm.

‘Now I really shouldn’t bother him, he’s upset and I don’t know what to do with people who are upset.’ She groaned quietly and that made the boy look up at her with teary blue eyes. Under the moonlight it made his blue eyes shine and Y/n awed at this.

“Well aren’t you cute? I’m Y/n.”

The boy turns his head away, wiping away the trail of tears on his face.

“What do you want?”

“I heard someone yell this way and I got nosey, really.” Y/n shrugged.

“May I?” She points to the empty space on the bench.

“Whatever.” He grumbles and Y/n sat down anyway without him finishing his sentence.

They sit in silence and Y/n swings her feet back and forth, humming a bit then returning to silence.

“You know, I don’t really like these kind of parties. It’s always the same thing over and over. My father meets his business partners, my mom makes new ‘friends’ to add to her social circle and I’m just here because my parents say that it would be good for me. Good for the business.” She rants.

The boy side eyes her as she talks and starts twisting his fingers in boredom. Y/n could see that he was at least listening to her, that was a good sign, someone was finally listening to her talk about something else other than business and whatnot. She decided to continue.

“I wish I was playing my new video game, The Sledger, I worked hard the past two months to pay the $80 for it. I had to both babysit and cut a lot of people’s grass for it.” She continued.

“I think it’s funny how my dad-“

“Do you mind? I’m trying to collect my thoughts here.” He cuts her off and Y/n raises a brow at him.

“I was just talking, at least you stopped crying.” She smiles.

“I wasn’t crying.” He huffs. Y/n stifled a giggle.

“Well we can just call it ‘waterfalls’ then, okay?”

“Waterfalls? Really?” He raises a brow at her, turning his head to face her finally. Y/n shrugs.

“That’s all I could think of. Kind of out of my element right now. I’m supposed to be the diligent, sweet, and obedient daughter tonight. I have to be on my best behavior.” She says, sighing.

“You…your folks make you do these events? Like they force you?” He speaks up.

“No, not all the time, usually my older brother and sister are here to represent the next generation of our father’s company but coincidentally they were both not available to come tonight. So, I’m their replacement.” She said.

“Why come?”

“Believe it or not, my parents are very good folks. They were both dirt poor and grew up to become educated and successful. They taught me to be very humble and to work for the things that I wanted, just because I live a luxurious life doesn’t mean I should flaunt it and be selfish to others.” She fixes her Afro pigtails that were sitting on her shoulders and leans forward.

“Huh…” he scoffs in interest and runs a hand through his black hair.

“My…well, I don’t like these parties but, I have to attend because the guy who is hosting is making me. I don’t really like interacting with people so much.” He shrugged. Y/n hums in understanding.

“You’re talking to me.”

“You’re talking AT me.” He corrects.

“But you’re listening.” She sings.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Whatever!” He says and Y/n laughs. They sit in silence again and Y/n sees that he had turned his head away again.

“Soooo…are you going to tell me your name now?”

“Why should I?” He asks.

“I was going to start calling you kid because you looked younger and shorter than me but I can’t do that now can I?”

“Younger? Short? I’m 16!” He is once again looking at her and Y/n gives a blank face, clearly not believing him.

“I am! And I’m taller than you!” He stands up to show off his height and crosses his arms. Y/n smirks lazily and stands up as well.

He watches as she stands to her full height and looks up at her, his boost of confidence dialing down in shock at how tall she really is. The girl stood at least two feet taller than him and the boy couldn’t help but feel his cheeks heat up.

‘Is she an Amazon?’ He thought, gulping.

“Yeah, we’re both tall, and? This a competition now? If you really want one then try and beat me at one of my fighting games, then we’ll see who’s really bad.” She brags with her arms folded.

“Now, what’s your name?” She asked.

“Uhhh…my name is Jason. Jason Todd.” He stutters. Y/n sighs and sits back down on the bench.

“I know, my height pretty much makes me look like a freak. I have to always bend down to take pictures with my friends, clothes look funny on me, and I can’t participate in any sports at school besides cheerleading. Boys don’t believe that I can watch anime, or read comics, or play video games. They think that I’m lying and that I should use my height to be one of their cheerleaders. It’s a curse.” She says.

Jason sits next to her as he listens and purses his lips. He knew what it felt like to be an outcast, and it didn’t help that he was an orphan either.

“I don’t think you’re a freak.”

“Yeah sure.” Y/n said, not believing him.

“No seriously. I think people who are comfortable with themselves should be stay themselves. No need to change for anyone else.” He said and Y/n looks to see how genuine he was being.

A smile finds itself appearing on her face and she felt her left pocket vibrate. Fishing her fans into the pocket she digs around until she finds the vibrating device. Her phone was overloading with texts from her parents questioning her whereabouts.

Sighing, she texts them back with a promise to return to the party momentarily and smiles apologetic to Jason.

“Parents calling for you?” He deduced and Y/n nods.

“Yeah, they are saying that they are ready to go home.” She said.

Both getting up, Y/n holds out her phone to him and Jason raised a brow at her.

“What?” He asked in confusion. Y/n rolls her eyes.

“I’m giving you my phone to put your number in.” She tells him.

“Oh…I, uh, don’t have a phone yet.” He says sheepishly.

“Oh, okay, then here,” she digs into her pocket again and pulls out a small notepad and pencil nestled in the springs.

“I’ll write down my number and then when you get a phone you can text me.” She says writing down her digits quickly and tearing out the small paper to hand it to him.

Jason looks over the paper for a moment then back at the girl before him. A small smile appears on his face and he nods.

“Sure I’ll text you.” He said. Y/n winks at him and holds out her hand for him to shake.

“It was nice meeting you Jason Todd.” She says, smiling.

Jason takes a hold of her outstretched hand and shakes it, smiling as well.

“It was nice to meet you too Y/n.” He slowly lets go of her hand and Y/n bashfully looks away.

She takes this time to head back to the manor and finds her parents waiting for her at the double doors.

“Y/n there you are,” her mother says as she comes close and pulls her daughter into a hug. Y/n returns her mother’s embrace.

“Did you have a good time baby?” Her father asks next. Y/n gives him a blank look at his question and he chuckles.

“I don’t even know why I asked. Well, let’s get going, your mother and I have to get to work early tomorrow.” He says and the three begin their walk to the valet area in the front of Wayne Manor.

As Y/n walks down the steps of the manor, she looks back at the large home, hoping to get a glimpse of her new friend and when she didn’t see him she continued on her way.

Fortunately for her, Jason was watching her leave from the library and smiles.

“I gotta ask for a phone. Bruce!” He calls as he leaves the window and bolts off to find his foster father.

End of Part 1

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Hey y’all! I know I’ve been gone for a hot minute but school and work has been on my ass and now that it’s time for break I finally have time to do continue some stories and even create a new one!

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