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Come With Us and You Will See

Valkyrie's Halloween parties always brought out the lust in everyone. But between you, Wanda, and Natasha- you didn't share well. What happens when things get a little bit too spicy for your jealous ass to handle?

AN: Happy early Halloweenie, folks! I got a little carried away, so have fun!

18+ ONLY

TW: porn with plot, implied orgy, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, enchanted strap, slight degradation, WandaNat, spanking, multiple orgasms, sub/dom dynamic... yeahhh lemme know if I missed something XD

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The Ghouls All Came From Their Humble Abodes

In the quiet, suburban neighborhood, a quaint house with a meticulously trimmed lawn stood out from the rest. It was the home of Natasha and Wanda, two middle-aged women with a penchant for the dramatic. They lived a life of vibrant colors and boundless imagination, turning every mundane event into an opportunity for celebration. Inside, the walls were adorned with paintings that whispered of distant lands, and the air had the scent of exotic spices, hinting at Natasha's love for cooking. Wanda, on the other hand, had a green thumb that could coax even the most stubborn of plants into a blooming pattern of life.

You had been a pleasant surprise to thier mundane routine. Young and full of life, you brought a spark to their lives that had been missing since their youth. They had found in you a muse, a playmate, and a confidante all rolled into one. The three of you had been inseparable since the fateful night you'd stumbled into Natasha's art gallery, lost in the rain, and she had offered you shelter.

The older women showed you another level of intimacy that you had only ever dreamed of- and in return, you gave them the orgasms they had been craving. They had taught you the art of seduction, whispering sweet nothings in Russian accents that made your toes curl, and your cheeks flush. Your days were filled with laughter, passion, and the gentle thrill of discovery as you learned the intricacies of their desires.

Tonight, you were destined for an adults-only costume party. Valkyrie, one of the trusted confidantes of your lovers, promised a night of revelry that would be unforgettable. You knew that the two women who had held your heart captive for the last 10 months were going to pull out all the stops for Halloween. The anticipation had been building all week, with Natasha and Wanda teasing you with glimpses of their costumes that grew more risque with each day.

In return, you made sure to let thier anticipation build as they tried to get you to reveal your costume. You had kept it a secret, smiling mischievously each time they asked, only saying that it was going to be something that would make their jaws drop. As the night of the party grew closer, the house buzzed with excitement.

You dusted your face, neck, and chest with a pale setting powder- dulling your skin tone to a milky white before applying some darker makeup to accentuate your already chiseled features. That was one thing that Wanda and Natasha both made sure to compliment you regularly about- how well you took care of yourself and your physique. The costume you've chosen was a nod to the grim reaper- a sleek black robe that clung to your broad shoulders and tapered to your waist, with a silver cane-sized scythe resting against the wall. The hood was drawn back, exposing your hair freshly dyed hair slicked back.

The darkness surrounding your eyes was contrasted by the contacts you chose to wear, and your chest was almost bare underneath, the robe was carefully fashioned to prevent your chest from being too revealed. You chose a simple pinstriped waistcoat and slacks, hiding the surprise you recently purchased for your two lovers.

As you stepped into the living room, Natasha and Wanda were waiting, their eyes on each other as they danced to some music in the living room, waiting for you to come downstairs. You silently leaned against the archway into the room, leaning with your cane in your hand. Not wanting to disrupt the moment, you watched them move in tandem, thier years of marriage apparent in how they moved as one.

Natasha, dressed as a sultry vampiress, had her hair in curls that cascaded down her shoulders, a crimson dress that hugged her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, and a necklace of gleaming black pearls around her neck. Her lips were a deep shade of red, matching the color of her fingernails and the tips of her sharp, vampiric teeth that peeked out when she smiled. Red was always her color, and any time she wore it, you made sure to make her aware- often, the blush you would cause rivaling the crimson she was adorned in.

Wanda, on the other hand, had chosen a more enigmatic costume. Her long, brown hair was swept into an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face. She was dressed as a fortune teller, complete with a sheer shawl draped over her shoulders and a crystal-laden neckline that drew attention to her piercing green eyes. Her dress was a deep, mysterious green that swirled around her legs as she danced, hinting at the secrets she was known to keep.

The women together were sure to stop any show, a breathtaking mixture of elegance and seductiveness that sent your pulse racing every time you saw them. As they caught sight of you, the music seemed to pause for a moment. Natasha's eyes widened with a predatory glint, and Wanda's lips curled into a knowing smile. They had both chosen costumes that left little to the imagination, but it was your transformation that truly stole their breath away.

Wanda broke free of Natasha's grasp, seemingly floating in your direction. "Detka," she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "you look absolutely... ravishing!"

Natasha stepped closer, her vampire cape billowing around her as she did so. "You've truly outdone yourself this time," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "The Grim Reaper has never looked so... alive, Malysh."

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sound echoing through the hallway as you twirled the scythe in your hand. "I had to match your level of drama," you replied, your gaze flicking between them.

Natasha sailed towards you, her fingertips grazing over the fabric of your costume. "But, my love," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck, "you've gone above and beyond." Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned closer, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to see what kind of mischief the three of us will get into tonight." Wanda's fingers danced along the exposed skin of your chest, leaving a lingering kiss on your collarbone before you guided them toward the door.

As you stepped into the night, the cool autumn air kissing your skin, Natasha and Wanda linked arms with you, their laughter a harmonious melody that filled the quiet streets. The party was already in full swing when you arrived at Valkyrie's, the throb of music and the cacophony of voices spilling out from the open windows. The house itself was transformed into a haunted mansion, complete with cobwebs, flickering lights, and an eerie fog that danced along the ground.

The moment you entered the party, all eyes turned towards the three of you. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, with guests dressed in various costumes that ranged from playful to downright terrifying, but all in varying levels of sinful. But it was Natasha and Wanda who truly stole the show. Their allure was magnetic, and the way they looked at you was nothing short of possessive. You felt a thrill of excitement and a hint of pride knowing you were the center of their universe.

Valkyrie, dressed as a scantily clad Viking queen, spotted you from across the room. She raised her goblet in a toast, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Welcome, my lovelies!" she bellowed, her strong voice cutting through the din. She wove through the crowd, her skirt swishing around her powerful legs. "You've outdone yourselves! Natasha, Wanda, your costumes are absolutely... divine," she said with a knowing wink, kissing them on the cheek. "And... Y/N, you look... stunning, my dear." Val leaned in to kiss your cheek but pecked a little too close to your mouth for comfort. You felt Wanda's grip on your arm tighten slightly, never having been a fan of how much Val took a liking to you.

The party was a whirlwind of activity. Enchanting witches and warlocks mingled with ghosts and beguiling goblins, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, booze, and food as the gathering was in full swing. Dancing bodies were everywhere, everyone dressed in a sexy costume of some sort, and you were sure that by the end of this party, most costumes would be discarded and forgotten on the floor. Val's parties always seemed to end that way.

You graciously accepted compliments and sipped from the goblet that was filled for you, feeling the buzz of alcohol melding with the electricity in the air. You, Nat, and Wanda had split up, floating from group to group and mingling on your own, compliments and praises being rained down on the three of you separately as well as together. The night was a blur of laughter and whispered conversations, of secrets shared and glances exchanged that promised much more than simple pleasantries. Eventually, Val made her way up to a makeshift stage in the center of the room, clearing her throat into a microphone to gain everyone's attention.

"Welcome, my dear guests, to the most wickedly enchanting night of the year!" she announced, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, as per tradition, we shall begin the costume contest!" There was a rush of cheers and claps as the lights dimmed, and a spotlight was directed towards the stage as the rest of the lights dimmed. You glanced around the room, Noticing that Nat and Wanda had made thier way back to each other and were staring at you expectantly from across the room. You shot them a cheeky wink before redirecting your attention, glancing around the room at all the costumes before you.

You laughed as Steve, dressed as a Chippendale Zombie, struggled to direct the spotlight where he wanted it. The room was a masquerade of shadows, clapping, and cheers as Steve guided the light to people who had voted to compete against one another. The costumes were a mix of pop culture references and old-school horror classics, each one more elaborate than the last.

Valkyrie announced each participant with flair, her voice resonating with the joy of the evening. Wand and Natasha both had been selected and were standing on opposite ends of the stage. "And now, for the pièce de résistance," Valkyrie said, her eyes locking onto you, "our very own, sexy as hell, pun intended, Grim Reaper, Y/N!" The spotlight found you, and the room fell silent, save for the dull roar of the classic Halloween music.

You took a sip from your goblet, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you made your way to the stage, the silver scythe glinting under the lights. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, all eyes on you as you moved with a grace that belied your size. The scythe was surprisingly light, and you twirled it in one hand as you climbed the stairs with a dramatic flair, feeling every eye in the room on you.

You began to walk to Wanda, but Val pulled you towards her at center stage.

"Ah, ah," she said with a playful shake of her head, "let's get a good look at all our contestants before the final reveal of our winners." she winked at you, spinning you around before looping her arm with yours. You knew this was a dangerous game- Wanda and Natasha both had dark looks adorning thier features. They didn't like sharing you, not even in jest. And the feeling was mutual. The women caught everyone's eye no matter where you were, and they often poked at your jealousy. Even when the three of you came to Val's parties, you would only entertain the thought of the two women.

Others had tried to break into your threesomes before but never succeeded. The tension between you three was always palpable, a dance of desire and territorial claim. Val knew the rules and had always respected them, but tonight, she was pushing the boundaries with her playful flirting.

Wanda's eyes narrowed as she watched you with Val, her hand tightening around her crystal ball. Natasha's smile was forced, the vampiric fangs she wore glinting in the light as she took a sip from her goblet. The room grew hot with unspoken emotions, a silent battle of wills playing out.

The music picked up tempo as you watched Natasha strut across the stage, her crimson dress fluttering like the wings of a bat in the moonlight. She stopped in front of Wanda and did a dramatic twirl, her vampiric teeth gleaming as she sunk them into her bottom lip. Wanda, ever the performer, played along, her eyes never leaving yours as Natasha approached her, the scent of the incense Natasha had picked up at the local metaphysical shop swirling around her like a seductive fog.

Natasha leaned in, grasping Wanda by the waist and tiling her backward, exposing the brunette's neck. She leaned in, biting it gently, leaving an imprint of the fake teeth she had been wearing all night. The crowd gasped, but you knew it was all for show. Wanda's eyes never left yours as Natasha did this, a silent challenge dancing within their emerald depths. You felt your heart rate spike, a thrill of excitement and desire coursing through your veins. You tilted your head, almost in a pompous way, a seductive smirk gracing your features.

Your resolve waivered, however, when Val made her way over to the couple- grasping the back of Natasha's neck and whispering something in her ear before pulling Wanda closer, almost kissing her. They knew you would hate this, your hatred of watching someone commandeer them the way you usually did was not foreign to them. And yet, as Natasha's eyes sparkled with mischief, Wanda's with a hint of anger, you felt your desire flare up, a thrill of jealousy turning your cheeks hot.

You sucked in a sharp breath, shooting them both a pointed stare before turning your attention back to the party at hand. Val stalked back to you, leaning into your frame as she began to announce the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd place winners. Your gaze kept wandering over to Nat and Wanda, watching the tension build between them. You felt the anticipation in the air as the music grew more intense, and Val prepared to announce the winning contestant while her hands wandered all over your clothed chest.

The room was alight with whispers and guesses, the excitement reaching a crescendo as Valkyrie dramatically paused, her hand hovering over the envelope containing the first-place winner's name. "And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for!" she shouted, ripping open the envelope with a flourish. "The grand prize goes to..." She scanned the paper, her eyes flickering with amusement. "The Reaper!"

Val winked at you, leaning in towards your ear. "Don't have too much fun with them," she quipped. "Save some of your lovin' for the rest of us." Her words were playful, but you felt the underlying tension in the air thicken. You watched as she walked over to the two women, leaning in and kissing Natasha passionately before turning her attention to Wanda.

You felt your blood boil at Val's audacity, she knew better than to try and stake any claim to them without permission. That had always been the rule of these get-togethers. Permission had to be given, and for you three, it was never granted.

As Val pulled away from Wanda, the fortune teller's eyes flickered to yours, the emerald depths swirling with a mix of anger and arousal. Natasha's gaze was equally intense, the hunger in her eyes a silent declaration of war. You stepped forward, the silver scythe gliding through the air as you approached the stage. The crowd parted, creating a path for you, their whispers a symphony of anticipation.

You pushed Val out of the way, staring down the two women with whom you shared the most intimate moments. "Looks like I've got two wayward little souls to collect," you murmured darkly, the corners of your mouth curling up in a sinister smile. The crowd hushed, sensing the sudden shift in the room's dynamic. Natasha visibly gulped at how dark your aura became while Wanda stood with her legs crossed, her eyes dilated with lust at your possessiveness.

You stepped closer to Natasha, your hand reaching up to remove the cape from her shoulders. She trembled under your touch, the fabric sliding off with ease, revealing her crimson dress. "I think it's time for my prize," you said, your voice low and filled with promise. Your hand slid down her arm, the fabric of your glove sending a shiver down her spine as you gently pulled her closer. You leaned in, your breath hot on her neck. "You know what happens to those who don't respect the rules of the game."

She released a breathy gasp, goosebumps erupting where your breath touched her skin. You suddenly pulled away, turning to Wanda, who was further gone than her wife.

"And you, darling..." you glared at the darkened eyes of your other lover, stepping towards her shivering frame. "Are you such an impatient little whore that you have to stand there, legs crossed, to get the friction you want?" You whispered in Wanda's ear, her body visibly responding to your words. "Tell me, Wanda," you began, raising your hand to her neck as you tilted her head, making Natasha's bite mark stand out in the dim light. "Do you think that you should be...punished?" your inflection on the punishment caused a moan to escape her, her eyes pinched shut.

Without waiting for a response, you leaned in and claimed her mouth, your teeth grazing her bottom lip as Natasha watched with a mix of jealousy and arousal. The crowd had gone silent, the music now nothing but a faint background to the scene unfolding on stage. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, her desire palpable. You knew it was a dance you had to perform, a dance of power and submission that the three of you had perfected over the months.

You pulled away, noting that others in the party had started to strip thier partners for the night in various states of intimacy while others watched the three of you. "I think we need to show everyone who you two belong to." You commanded between the two, your grip tightening on Wanda's hip and Natasha's arm. You didn't have to say it out loud; they knew the score.

"I have a surprise for the two of you," you said with a wicked smile as you led Natasha and Wanda to the center of the stage, the crowd that had made its way up part for you like the Red Sea. You had planned this moment for weeks, ever since you heard about the party. You had bought something special for them, a costume that would not only blow their minds but also cement your dominance over them for the rest of the night.

The lights grew dimmer, and the music slowed to a seductive rhythm as if the room itself was holding its breath in anticipation. You sat on the throne that was perched on the highest point of the stage, grasping Natasha by the back of her neck and pulling her in for a searing kiss. You could hear Wanda moan next to you, the passion between the three of you always making the other weak. The audience watched, enraptured by the raw intimacy playing out before them.

You broke the kiss, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked Natasha in the eyes, the intensity of the moment causing her pupils to dilate. "Strip for me," you murmured, your voice low and demanding. The crowd's anticipation grew as Natasha obeyed, her hands moving to the neckline of her crimson dress. She made a show of it as she peeled it away from her body, revealing her full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to her skin for a brief moment before it fell to the floor. Her body was a canvas of desire, already painted with the sweat of the dance and the anticipation of the night ahead as she sat on the right-hand arm of your current seat.

You turned your attention to Wanda, who was seated on the other arm of the throne, reaching up and pulling her down roughly, causing her to fall to her knees in front of you. Her eyes never left yours as you untied the laces of her fortune teller's top, revealing the taut, toned stomach and the lacy lingerie that you knew would make Natasha's mouth water. You watched as Natasha's gaze roved over Wanda's exposed flesh, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she took in the sight.

"Wanda," you directed, watching her suck her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Take it off," you ordered, your voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. The fortune teller's eyes smoldered with need as she obeyed, her top falling away and exposing the matching crimson bra beneath. The crowd's whispers grew louder, a symphony of desire and excitement that only fueled your own.

Before you knew it, Wanda was nude on her knees in front of you, and Natasha was bare on your right hand, her own hands wandering over your partially exposed chest. The crowd's whispers grew to a murmur of appreciation, the room a sea of lustful energy. You leaned back on the throne, your eyes taking in the beauty of your lovers, feeling like the king of the world.

"Now," you began, your voice has become deeper and raspier with lust. You grasped one of Natasha's hands, guiding it down towards the newest addition to your repertoire. You motioned for Wanda to lean in, and she did so diligently, resting her cheek on your upper thigh as she watched Natasha's hand as she raked her own up and down your inner thigh. "I want to show you what I've got for you," you whispered, your free hand reaching out and raking through the brunette's hair.

Natasha took the hint, reaching down to the apex of your thighs, feeling the girth that rests between your toned thighs. You looked up as she moaned at the discovery, her breathing becoming audibly heavier. You watched as Natasha's hand began to stroke the length of your fake cock, her eyes never leaving yours as she did so, a silent question in them. You nodded, giving her the go-ahead, and she leaned down, unzipping the fly of your slacks as Wanda unbuckled your belt.

The room was a haze of desire as Natasha pulled out the strap-on you had hidden beneath your costume. It was a sleek, black, and realistic dildo, a symbol of power and dominance in the bedroom that you wanted to use with the women after your first meaningful night together. The crowd watched with bated breath as Natasha held it up, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of trepidation. Wanda looked up at you with a mix of excitement and fear, the thrill of the unknown sparking a fire within her that you hadn't seen in quite some time. There was a red glint in Wanda's eyes as she gazed up and down the length of the toy.

You groaned as Natasha spit onto the tip of the toy, her deft hand working it up and down as Wanda kissed the shaft, as well as your stomach and the exposed portions of your thighs. They were working you to a high quickly, the feeling almost like you had a pulsing cock. The room's anticipation grew as Nat leaned back, placing the toy against her mouth, her eyes locked on yours. She sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the head before she pulled away, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

"I think that someone needs to be punished, sweet girl." You grasp Natasha's chin, gazing into her hazy eyes. They widen when she realizes that you're talking to her. You gesture to Wanda, still on her knees, her eyes dark with want. "Take your punishment," you murmur, and she nods, eager for whatever you have in store for her. "And you," you send a pointed command to the brunette waiting at your side. "Sit still and watch like the good girl I know you are. You know what happens if you don't."

A sneering smile crept across your features as she nodded her head rapidly. "Good girl, Wands. Behave like that, and maybe I'll reward you instead." The room watched in anticipation as Natasha began to work the strap-on around your waist, her hands shaking with excitement as her mouth wrapped around the tip. You could almost swear that it felt like the member was attached, but you chalked it up to the passion of the moment and how good the two women before you looked on thier knees for you.

Natasha continued her relentless assault on the toy that was wrapped around your hips, effectively gagging herself as she prodded the back of her throat with your toy. Wanda's eyes were glued to the scene, her mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. You leaned back, your hand reaching for Natasha's hair, gripping it tightly as you began to rock your hips into her face, the leather of the strap-on creaking with each movement.

The crowd watched with bated breath, the energy of the room palpable as Natasha's moans grew louder around your strap-on, her eyes glazed with lust. You knew she was enjoying this; the power play was a new twist on your usual dynamic, and it was driving her wild. You watched as Wanda's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers delving into her wetness as she watched Natasha's face contort with pleasure.

The music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with your pulse as Natasha pulled away, gasping for air. You leaned down and whispered something in her ear, your hand still tangled in her hair, and she nodded eagerly. You glanced in Wanda's direction, watching as her fingers delved deep into her heat, the passionate sound of her arousal echoing on the stage as her digits buried themselves deep within her tight pussy.

You couldn't be bothered to correct her behavior with the view of Natasha bent over, ass up before you. "You know what to do," you murmured, and Natasha nodded as you tangled your fingers in her now disheveled hair. She took a step back, her hand reaching around to tease her clit as she inched backward, gasping when you slapped her sodden folds with the length of the toy. She moaned and began to rock her hips towards you as she sought more friction. You smirked, stroking the length attached to your hips as her arousal dripped onto the shaft.

With a swift thrust, you pushed into Natasha, her body jolting at the intrusion. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching as you claimed her before everyone. The sight was intoxicating, Natasha's body stretching to accommodate you as Wanda watched with bated breath. You began to move, a slow rhythm that had Natasha's legs trembling and her eyes rolling back into her head. You reached around her, playing with her clit as you fucked her, her moans echoing through the room, as other partygoers similar sounds of passion echoed throughout Val's living room.

Wanda was now standing beside you, her hand buried in between her thighs as she watched Natasha take your toy like a champ. She leaned in, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, "Fuck me, please," You felt a jolt of excitement at her words, the desire to see her in action taking hold. You nodded, and the hand you had been using to fondle Natasha's right breast slid over Wanda's drenched folds.

Your fingers slid into her slickness, her juices coating your hand as you began to pump her in sync with the rhythm you had set with Natasha. The two of them were a sight to behold, both moaning and writhing before you. Natasha's eyes found yours in the mirrored wall behind the stage, the reflection showing the intensity of her climb to climax. Wanda's hand had moved to your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she rode the wave of pleasure you had started.

The room had gone quiet, the only sound you could hear now was Natasha's grunts and Wanda's whimpers, the slap of the strap-on against Natasha's ass echoing through the space. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, a mix of envy and arousal that fueled your desire. You picked up the pace, Natasha's moans growing more desperate as she pushed back into you, her hand a blur as she pleasured herself.

Using your other hand, you grabbed Natasha's loose hair, pulling her back so her back was now pressed against your front. You leaned down and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, your teeth grazing the shell of it as you felt her pussy tighten around the strap-on. The crowd was a sea of hungry eyes, the room thick with lust as you brought Natasha to the edge of orgasm. You knew they were all imagining themselves in her place, all craving the feeling of your dominance and the power of the toy that was now buried deep within her.

"You feel so good, baby," you rasped into the redhead's ear, her head lolling backward and resting on your shoulder as you deftly switched your hand from her hair to the front of her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. You honestly felt like you could feel her walls tightening on the shaft of the toy, a sensation that was surprisingly erotic despite the barrier of the strap-on. You watched as Natasha's orgasm grew closer, her body tensing as you whispered sweet, dirty nothings into her ear, your hand tightening on her neck, a silent promise of the crescendo approaching.

Wanda leaned in closer, her breathing ragged as she watched Natasha's face contort in pleasure. "Please," she whispered, "please let me come." You smirked, knowing she was close, her hand moving faster as she chased her release. You released Nat's neck, reaching down with your hand and slapping Natasha's ass hard, the sound resounding through the room, causing her to cry out.

"You both know the rules," you panted out, your tone commanding as they both began to reach thier peak. "You don't come without my permission," you whispered, your grip on Natasha's neck returning as she whimpered around your strap-on. You watched Wanda's movements become more and more erratic, knowing this was a battle of wills she was bound to lose.

As Natasha's body tightened around you, her muscles spasming as she reached climax, you felt the room's energy shift. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for your next move. You pulled out of Natasha with a wet pop, her body slumping forward as you turned to face Wanda, your hand still buried in Natasha's hair.

"Do we want to find out what happens to bad girls who don't follow the rules, malyshka?" You growl at Wanda, knowing she was not far behind the woman who just came without permission. She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with need. You released Natasha, letting her collapse to the floor, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at you with a mix of relief and regret, knowing a punishment was going to follow.

"Tell me, Wanda," you panted out, trying to catch your breath before you continued. "What do you think her punishment should be?" You didn't wait for Wanda to answer. Instead, you grabbed Natasha by the throat, lifting her to her feet and pushing her to her knees next to the fortune teller. Wanda stepped closer to you, allowing your fingers to slide in deeper as you repeatedly prodded the sensitive spot within her. Your pace picked up, becoming relentless as she withheld her pending orgasm.

"I think..." she began, staring at the sweaty, heaving chest of the woman next to you. "She should watch as you fu...FUCK me," she moaned, her nipples bouncing in front of your face at a tantalizing pace. You smirked, your hand sliding out of her pussy to give her clit a sharp pinch, making her squeal.

"Pretty girls like you don't need to be thinking," you shoved your drenched digits soaked in Wanda's arousal, into Natasha's mouth, forcing her to suck on them as you fucked her mouth with them. "You just need to feel," you murmured, watching Natasha's eyes glaze over with pleasure as she tasted Wanda on you. Wanda's moan grew louder, her hand flying to her own throat, mimicking the grip you had on Natasha's neck, as she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Full. You both just want to be full, don't you? My little sluts."

You turned to Natasha, your hand coming down to her face and slapping it gently, her eyes watering as she nodded eagerly. "Good," you whispered, releasing her throat. "Now, let's get started on that punishment." You turned to Wanda, whose legs were shaking, her eyes begging for release. You stepped back, your cock throbbing with the need to fill one of them. Looking around, you noticed a few pairs of handcuffs resting next to the throne, so you grabbed two of them and quickly handcuffed Natasha's hands to the arm of the throne, leaving her seated next to the chair, unable to pleasure herself.

The crowd was now fully invested, their eyes glued to the three of you as the tension grew. You turned to Wanda, who was still standing before you, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. "You know what you need to do," you said, your voice still low and commanding. She nodded, standing up and straddling your lap, her hands reaching behind her to rest on your thighs as she teased herself with the tip of the strap, her arousal dripping onto your thighs and the length before you.

"Do you feel that, detka?" she leaned in, whispering against your ear. Your gaze shifted to something inquisitive as you stared at her, a mischievous grin sweeping across her features. "I may or may not have..." she moaned as she took the tip and pressed it against herself, just barely penetrating her pussy before lifting herself back off. The feeling seemed to intensify for you, and you weren't sure if it was the performance you three were putting on or the way these two made you feel.

Wand leaned in, her hands now coming to rest on either side of your face. "I want you to feel us, and we want to feel you," she began, kissing you deeply before pulling back. She released your face, guiding the tip back to her soaked entrance as she eased onto the length. "I enchanted the strap, baby," she moaned as you let out a guttural groan at the feeling and the admission.

"Fuck, Wanda," you began, grasping her hips tightly as you helped her take the full length. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt the pleasure rush over you, the room fading away to nothing but the three of you. Wanda's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing heavy as she began to rock her hips back and forth, the chair creaking with each movement.

You watched as Natasha's eyes grew wider, her breaths becoming pants as she watched the two of you. You reached out with your free hand, stroking her cheek as she leaned in, her mouth open and desperate for your kiss. You denied her, pulling away just as she closed the distance, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

"You want a taste of this?" you taunted, your voice thick with desire. "You'll have to behave," you reminded her, your eyes flicking to hers, a promise of punishment in them. Natasha nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving yours as you began to fuck Wanda in earnest. The strap-on sliding in and out of her, the feeling of Wanda's silky smooth walls clenching around you intoxicating.

You reached down with your free hand, stroking Natasha's wet folds, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned at the feeling of your fingers. The crowd had gone wild, their cheers and catcalls egging you on as you brought Wanda closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her breathing shallow as she neared her climax. You could feel her pussy tightening around you, her body begging for release.

"P...please...." Wanda's voice was a breathless whisper as she bobbed up and down on the strap-on. Her body was trembling with need, her orgasm so close it was palpable in the air. You could feel it in the way she clenched around you, in the way her thighs quivered, and in the desperate little sounds she was making. It was driving you crazy, the desire to give in and let her come was almost too much to bear. But you held firm, your hand now on Natasha's throat, keeping her at bay.

"Please..." you mocked Wanda, egging her to beg more. "Please, what?" Her eyes snapped open, and you knew you had her just where you wanted her. "Please, let me come," she begged, her raspy voice barely above a whisper. You could hear the heaviness of her accent slipping through, a dead giveaway that she was beyond ready.

"That's a good girl, Wands. See, Natasha?" you turned your gaze from the panting mess bouncing up and down on your lap to see the blown eyes of the redhead who had shifted so she was on her knees, her knuckles white as she grasped the arm of the chair. She nodded frantically, acknowledging your statement. "This is what happens when you're a good slut," you whispered, watching Natasha's eyes flicker with desire.

Wanda's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Natasha, the two of them sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated hunger. "Come for us," you murmured, your voice thick with the desire that coated the room. And with that, Wanda's body tightened around you, her back arching as she let out a scream that could have shattered glass. You felt the warmth of her orgasm through the toy, and it was all you could do to hold on to Natasha's neck as you watched her ride out the wave of pleasure.

You felt a dripping sensation as you looked down, a devilish grin on your face. Wanda had squirted all over your chest, the makeup now barely present on your chest as the combination of sweat and her arousal had long since worn it off. You looked at Natasha, her eyes glued to the spot between Wanda's legs, watching the show with a hunger that hadn't been there before. You knew that she was desperate to feel that same pleasure, but you weren't quite done with Wanda yet.

You gently lifted Wanda off the length that was nestled between her thighs, a whimper leaving her as the toy left her with a distinctive sloshing. Sliding down off the cushion of the chair, you sat on the ground in front of it, grasping Wanda’s thighs and pulling her towards you. She had no energy to protest, as the sudden shift caused her to lose her balance and brace herself using the arms of the chair as you kissed up to the apex of her thighs. Sliding one hand around to her ass, you cupped one of her cheeks as you pushed her towards your waiting mouth.

Her pussy was a mess of cum and sweat, the scent of her desire intoxicating. You didn't hesitate, burying your face in her folds and licking up the juices that had pooled at her entrance. You heard Natasha whine but ignored her, focusing solely on the trembling form of your other partner. Wanda's legs gave out slightly, but you kept her upright, her back arching as you began to suck and nibble at her clit. The taste of her was divine, and you felt the cock pulse below you.

You reached down, stroking the length with your other hand as you continued to devour Wanda as she hovered above you. The strap-on was slick with her juices, and you couldn't help but revel in the power you had over both of them and moan at the feeling. Natasha watched, her eyes wide with lust as she felt her arousal build once again, unable to touch herself thanks to your earlier punishment.

Wanda's legs began to quiver, her breath coming in gasps as you brought her closer and closer to another peak. The room was a symphony of moans and whispers, the tension palpable as everyone watched the intimate scene unfold before them. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, so you shifted your head so you could look at her while you worked your tongue through her wife's folds. Her eyes were wide with desire, and she was visibly fighting the handcuffs, trying to free herself so she could get some relief.

You chuckled darkly, enjoying the power you had over Natasha's body and the way her chest heaved with frustration. "Do you like watching?" you taunted her, your voice muffled by Wanda's pussy. "You want a taste?" You didn't wait for Natasha to respond before pulling away from Wanda's clit, leaving it pulsing and swollen and her crying out in frustration. You stood up, the strap-on still slick with Wanda's juices, and approached Natasha. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours, as she took the length into her mouth, sucking and licking at her wife's arousal coating the strap.

The crowd watched with rapt attention as Natasha's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth moving with renewed enthusiasm. You smirked, knowing she was desperate to come, her punishment only making her more eager. You reached down, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand as you felt your orgasm building. Wanda's legs were shaking; her eyes glossed over with desire as she watched Natasha service the toy. You pulled the witch up by her chin, kissing her passionately as she kneeled in the seat, her hands resting next to Natasha's. You continued to thrust into Nat's mouth, panting into your kiss with Wanda as the feeling of the spy's tongue against the enchanted toy caused you to quickly approach your climax. You moaned as she pulled away with a pop before fully engorging herself onto the length.

Plunging your other hand back into the soaked depths of Wanda's core, you quickly worked her back up, matching her crescendo as you commanded her to come at the same time as you. You could feel her inner walls clench around your fingers, and Natasha's eyes went wide as she felt the toy throb in her mouth, knowing you were about to climax. With a roar, you came, the force of it pushing Natasha back slightly, the strap-on spurting a stream of sticky cum that hit her in the face. She took it all, her eyes never leaving yours as the warm fluid coated her cheeks and mouth, her tongue eagerly lapping up every drop.

Wanda's knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the throne, her body trembling from the intensity of the shared orgasm. You stepped back, the strap-on still pulsing slightly as Natasha's eyes remained locked on it, her desire unquenched. You reached down, unbuckling the handcuffs, and Natasha's eyes widened in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Now, it's your turn," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you pulled Natasha up from her knees. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak from the prolonged arousal and the recent punishment. Wanda watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, her chest still heaving from the powerful climax you had just given her. You led Natasha to the chair, pushing her down so she sat straddled in front of it, her legs spread wide, displaying her wet pussy to the eager crowd. You pushed her face down, burying it into Wanda's pussy as you slammed into the redhead, a loud, guttural moan escaping you as her tight heat enveloped the strap.

The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the trio, as you fucked Natasha with the same intensity that had brought Wanda to her peak. Natasha's muffled moans were music to your ears, her body squirming with each deep thrust, her tongue still working Wanda's clit. The fortune teller leaned back into the throne, her hands tangled in Natasha's hair as she felt another wave of pleasure crash around her.

"Now, Natasha," you growled, pulling her face away from Wanda's pussy. "You've been a good girl, watching and waiting. But I think it's time you got what you've been begging for." You grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around so she faced the audience, her back pressed against the chair. With one swift motion, you buried the strap-on into her, making her gasp loudly. The room was alive with lust and arousal, the air thick with the scent of sex as the crowd watched you claim her or they pleased their partners.

Natasha's eyes rolled back in her head, her legs spread wide and her back arching as you began to fuck her in earnest. Her moans grew louder with every thrust, echoing through the room, and you could feel the power of your control over her body as she responded to your every move. Wanda watched, her desire rekindling as she saw Natasha's pleasure. "Good girl," you murmured, your voice a low growl of approval. "Take it all for us."

The crowd was entranced, their eyes locked on the three of you as you moved together in a dance of dominance and submission. You could feel Natasha's muscles tightening around the strap-on, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. You leaned in, biting her ear as you whispered, "Cum for us, Natasha. Show them what a good slut you are."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, and she nodded frantically, her moans growing more desperate. You reached around her, pinching her nipples hard, watching as her back arched away from your chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, Natasha's moans growing louder with each thrust. Wanda leaned forward, her hand slipping between Natasha's legs to rub her clit in time with your strokes. The redhead's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as you both pushed her towards her climax.

The room was alive with the sound of passion; the other partygoers had forgotten their own desires as they watched the three of you, the tension in the air crackling like electricity. You felt Natasha's muscles tighten around the strap-on and knew she was close. You didn't relent, instead pushing deeper, your rhythm never faltering. Wanda's hand moved faster, her other hand gripping Natasha's hip as she helped you drive her closer and closer to the edge.

Natasha's eyes rolled back, her body writhing in ecstasy as she approached climax. The sight was too much for some in the audience, and you could hear the faint sounds of others reaching their peaks as they watched the erotic display unfold before them. You leaned in, your breath hot against Natasha's neck as you whispered, "Cum for me, Natasha. Show them how much you love being my little slut."

Her response was immediate, her body tensing as she screamed out her orgasm. The room seemed to pulse with the force of it, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You could feel her pussy spasm around the strap-on, her legs quivering uncontrollably as she rode the wave. You didn't stop, keeping your rhythm steady and deep as Natasha's body convulsed in pleasure, her moans echoing through the room.

Wanda's eyes were glossed over with lust as she watched Natasha's climax, her arousal evident in the way she ground against the chair, her hand moving between her legs in a silent testament to her own need. You withdrew the strap-on from Natasha's trembling body, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a silent O of pleasure. You turned to Wanda, the toy still pulsing with Natasha's orgasm, and offered it to her, a silent invitation for her to taste her wife's pleasure.

Wanda took it without hesitation, her eyes never leaving yours as she licked the length clean, savoring the taste of Natasha's release. The sight sent a thrill through you, and you knew the night was far from over. You stepped away from the throne, Natasha's legs quivering as she tried to stand before you. You offered her a hand, pulling her to you, before trapping her lips in a scolding kiss. You could feel the power thrumming between the three of you, a heady mix of desire and dominance that was intoxicating.

"Now, Natasha," you murmured against her lips, "it's time for your punishment." You led her to a nearby table, bending her over the edge. The room was still silent, the tension palpable as the crowd watched, eager to see what would come next. You eased the strap back into her, burying it to the hilt before you leaned forward. "I want you to count for me, baby. If you miss a number, we start over. Got it?"

Natasha nodded, her breathing heavy with anticipation. You began to spank her, each slap echoing through the room. With each slap, you delivered a powerful thrust, nailing her G-spot every time. The sound of your hand connecting with her flesh was a symphony of power and passion, and she counted off the numbers, her voice trembling with every thrust. "One... two... three..." The crowd was spellbound, some whispering to each other, others touching themselves, unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.

Wanda, now standing beside you, watched with a mix of love and hunger. She reached out, caressing Natasha's back, her hand gliding down to her ass to feel the heat rising from the spanking. Her desire was evident in the way she bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving the spot where your bodies connected. You felt her hand sneak around Natasha's body, her fingers sliding into Natasha's wetness, joining the strap-on in a delicious dance of dominance and desire.

The combined feeling of Natasha's walls clenching around the toy and Wanda's fingers sliding in to join was almost too much for you to bear. You picked up the pace, your hand coming down harder and faster with each number she called out. The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the three of you as the scene grew more intense. You could feel Natasha's body beginning to shake, her voice growing weaker as the pleasure mounted.

"Eigh...nine..." she gasped, her voice breaking on the last number. You stopped abruptly, pulling the strap-on out of her making her whimper. "What was that, Natasha?" you asked, your voice a mix of mock anger and amusement. "Did you forget your place?" She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over with desire. You knew she was begging for more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a smirk, you leaned down, whispering into her ear, "You know what happens when you're a naughty slut, don't you?" She moaned in response, pushing her ass back against the cold, hard table. You stepped back, admiring the view of her reddened skin and the way her legs trembled with anticipation. You gestured to Wanda, who stepped closer, a wicked glint in her eyes.

The crowd was enamored by the show you three were putting on, captivated by your dynamic. Their eyes were either glued to the three of you, their whispers a backdrop to Natasha's counting, or they were creating thier symphony of moans, screams, and skin slapping as they chased thier highs. You could feel the anticipation in the air, the thrill of watching something so intimate and raw. Wanda's hand joined yours, both of you spanking Natasha in unison, her moans growing louder with each smack. "Ten... eleven..." she gasped, her voice strained.

With each number, your strokes grew more intense, and Wanda's fingers curled inside Natasha's pussy, feeling the wetness that was yours alone to give her. You watched Natasha's body tense, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table. The power in the room shifted, your dominance over Natasha clear as day, and Wanda's submission to your will just as palpable. Her hand in yours, the two of you punished Natasha's ass in a rhythmic dance of pain and pleasure that had the entire room on the edge of their seats.

Natasha's legs began to shake uncontrollably as you delivered blow after blow, as her wife continued to stretch her walls. "Come for us, Nat," you growled, leaning forward so your breath tickled the shell of her ear. "Come like the good little slut you are."

With a final scream, Natasha's orgasm crashed over her, her body collapsing onto the table as Wanda's fingers slid out, and you slid the strap back into her, helping Nat to ride out her orgasm. You could feel her pussy tighten around the strap-on, her muscles pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. You didn't miss a beat, pulling Natasha upright, the strap-on still deep within her. She leaned heavily against you, panting and spent, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

Wanda stepped in front of Natasha, her hand reaching for the toy that was still buried deep inside her. You watched as she began to grind against it, her eyes locking onto Natasha's as she whispered, "Look how good you're taking Y/N, Nat." Natasha's eyes widened, and she nodded, her breathing ragged as she watched her wife's face contort with pleasure. You could feel Natasha's pussy clench around the strap-on with every movement Wanda made, and you knew she was just moments away from another orgasm. You reached around, pinching the redhead's nipples, tweaking them as you pulled her towards you.

"Wait for me, Nat. Don't cum until I say," Wanda's voice growled as she watched, her eyes dark with lust. Natasha nodded, her body a taut bowstring of desire, her eyes pleading for release.

Your thrusts began to grow more erratic, the pleasure building in your core. You could feel Natasha's need, her body begging for more, but you held off, savoring the moment, the power of the scene.

Wanda leaned in, her breath hot on Natasha's neck as she whispered, "Tell us when you're close." Natasha's eyes squeezed shut, her voice barely above a whimper, "Now. Oh god, now." You smirked, giving a final, deep thrust before pulling the strap-on out, leaving her pussy gaping and wet. The audience watched, their breaths bated as Wanda took Natasha's place, straddling the chair with an eager look in her eyes. You didn't waste a moment, sliding the toy back into her, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Natasha's hands found their way to her chest, pinching and twisting her nipples in time with your movements, her moans joining the chorus of the room. The sight was more than you could handle, and with a roar, you came, the strap-on spurting a thick load of cum into Wanda's pussy. She moaned her climax building, her body trembling as the warmth coated her skin. You didn't stop, your hips moving in a relentless rhythm as Natasha's hand slipped between her wife's legs, circling her clit as she stumbled over the edge again.

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, the room vibrating with the energy of the moment. You stepped away from the chair, the strap-on still pulsing as you watched Natasha collapse into Wanda's arms. The two of them kissed, sharing the taste of victory and desire, Natasha's cum mixing with Wanda's arousal. You felt a thrill run through you, watching them together, knowing you were the one who had brought them to this point.

Carefully, you slipped the strap off your hips, the enchanted phallus still twitching from the intensity of the shared release. Natasha and Wanda clung to each other, their kisses deep and hungry, fueled by the aftermath of their public display of submission and dominance. The warm stickiness between Wanda's thighs was a testament to your power, a visual symbol of the pleasure you had wielded so masterfully. You felt a thrill of pride as Natasha looked over at you, her eyes glowing with a mix of love and admiration. You stepped closer, reaching out to cup Wanda's cheek, bringing her attention to you as well. The three of you shared a moment of silent understanding, the power dynamics pulsing between you like an invisible force.

Valkyrie herself approached, her eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and desire. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "That was quite a performance," she purred. "I never knew you had it in you."

"Back off, Val," you warned your voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Natasha's spine as she clung to Wanda. Wanda's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hint of jealousy in them, but she quickly softened under your hardened gaze, remembering her place. You turned to the crowd, your chest heaving with exertion, the strap-on still in your hand, dripping with Natasha's cum. "Val, it's never wise to covet what's not yours," you said, a smug smile playing on your lips as you stepped closer to Natasha, who was still trying to catch her breath.

The room went quiet again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. You knew everyone was watching, waiting for what would happen next. You reached out, stroking Natasha's cheek with the back of your hand, smearing a line of cum across it. "Let me call the driver, let's get home," you murmured, the softness of your voice a stark contrast to the raw power you had just displayed. You collected the costumes, giving Wanda and Natasha a moment to recover. The crowd parted as you led the way, the air thick with the scent of sex and the electricity of unspoken desires.

"Let us go home and get cleaned up," you start. Natasha and Wanda let out a contented sigh. They nodded in unison, their faces flushed with pleasure and a hint of exhaustion from the intense experience. You wrapped thier coats around them, leading the way out of the party, the sound of the crowd's applause and whispers following you as you exit the grand ballroom.

The cool night air hit your skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere you just left behind. The thrill of the performance was still with you, the power dynamics resonating in your very core. "Thank you," Wanda murmured, her voice barely audible as she leaned into you, her hand finding yours. Natasha walked on your other side, her arm wrapped around your waist, her eyes on the ground, the picture of submissive satisfaction.

As you approached the limo, the driver held the door open, his eyes averted respectfully. You slid into the plush interior, Natasha settling onto your lap, her legs spread wide, inviting Wanda to straddle you both. The door clicked shut, and the car glided into the night, leaving the party and its prying eyes behind. "So," you began, your voice a purr of satisfaction. "What shall we do next?"

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Flowers

Full-length fic because my roses are currently in bloom in my garden and I couldn't get the romance away from my head while crocheting.

Word Count: 3,587

Swordsman just needed something light and fluffy.

Masterlist Here, song vibe suggestion here.

Inhaling the sweet fragrances of botanicals, you reopened your eyes to gaze at the vast abundance of colours that lay before you. Hues of vibrant orange tulips, deep red roses and the softness of babies breath with sweet jasmine paling the arrangements within the harbour-side florist.

You tapped your chin and hummed thoughtfully as you continued to mull your decisions over in your mind. The whole reason you joined the Straw-Hat pirates was specifically to document rare and unusual species of flora, fauna and fruiting plants that remain undiscovered and undocumented. You worked hard with Sanji whilst out on the open sea, determining the edibility of certain plants or what properties they could possibly wield to benefit your crew.

“Can I help you with anything there, love?” a voice called from inside the florist shop. An elderly woman made her way over to you, a warm grin adorning her cheeks in welcome.

“I’m just browsing for now, thank you,” you smiled in return, turning your gaze immediately to seek out a small floral arrangement in the corner of the room.

Vibrant green-drooped flowers hung lowly; trumpeting out along their wide stem. Peppered throughout the arrangement were pastel purple orchids, small bundles of dark crimson and yellow roses and small bulbs of vibrant pink gumnuts. Although the arrangement was beautiful, the true star of the show were the larger stemmed clusters of the emerald flowers.

“Ah,” the shopkeeper sighed, “you’ve seen my gladioli. Aren’t they spectacular?”

You gasped in absolute delight, bringing yourself closer to the cluster of florals.

“The arrangement,” you began, turning back to the elderly woman, “it’s breathtaking.”

“It’s peaceful, romantic and-,” she cut herself off, a small gasp sucked through her hissed teeth before releasing her breath, “sorrowful. This day marks ten years since my husband departed from this life and awaits me in the next. These are what I created for him.”

“I may not have known him,” you said, walking over to the woman and bowing a nod of respect towards her, “but from the representation of the flowers: the roses for grief and devotion, the eternal love from the orchid, the playfulness in the gumnuts; he sounds spectacular.”

“Don’t forget the gladioli,” she smiled through her sorrow, “they were his favourite.”

“Gladioli for integrity, honesty, and,” you reached down and took her hands within your own, cradling them against you warmly, “strength in character. He sounds like an amazing man, and I am truly sorry for your loss.”

She smiled at you and nodded her head at your words, receiving comfort from the sympathetic utterances from a complete stranger. You tore your gaze back towards the vibrant emerald colour of the gladioli flowers, fixating on their beauty.

“This may sound a little harsh; but, may I buy them from you?” you asked her in a low tone, turning your face back towards her with a soft smile, “you’ve placed a quest onto my heart that I require to see meet fruition.”

She quirks her brows at you and looks back to her prized arrangement, looking longingly at them.

“I would only sell them for good reason, lass,” she nodded, pursing her lips, “what quest holds over you?”

You sighed and released her hands, rummaging into your bag in search of your berry.

“Under usual circumstances,” you began, furrowing your brows as you continued your rummage, “men only receive flowers once in their lifetimes.”

“Oh,” she gasped lowly to you, nodding her head sorrowfully in acknowledgement, “how long has he been departed?”

“He’s not dead,” you smiled and shook your head, “although try as he might, he’s still with us.”

She furrowed her brows, tilting her head to the side and immediately smiled at your words, “these are for your fella then?”

“He’s not exactly my ‘fella’,” you nodded with a light laugh at her words, “but for a friend, yes.”

A small twinkle formed within her eye as she brought herself closer towards you and whispered; “and for how long have you been in love with him?”

You stiffened at her words, halting in place in shock. You had never thought about how you felt about Zoro aboard the Going Merry. Not when he would bring you a fresh cup of coffee and sit with you in the early mornings, silently watching the rising sun bring warmth over the ocean in solitude. Not even when he would instinctively hold out his left arm to shield your body from harms way once conflict arose with formidable foes. Even still, not a single thought regarding him absent-mindedly seeking you out for your opinions on shrubbery and moss he’d located and presented towards you; sitting adjacent to you and cocking his head to the side as he actively listened to everything you said about botany.

She hummed in delight and made her way over towards her arrangement and began to collect the stems from within their display, flourishing it with a brown hessian sash and tanned parchment paper.

“35,000 berry and they’re all yours, sweety,” she cooed at you, scrunching her nose up at you.

“That’s awfully low, Ma’am,” you frowned at her, locating a more appropriate amount of berry, “you’ll take 352,000, and I’ll also leave you with my name for future business arrangements.”

She halted her movements, looking down at the arrangement in her hands one more time before nodding to you and taking your berry from your outstretched hand.

“Thank you for parting with these,” you upturned your eyebrows in empathy, placing your hand on her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze in comfort, “they are beautiful and represent everything I want to now say.”

“I’m glad to be of assistance,” she hummed, tilting her head into your embrace. You held onto her for a moment longer before bidding her farewell with your departure.

It took a while for the remainder of the crew to return to the ship, you sat and documented within your botany journal a diagram of the flowers you purchased; shading various petals and leaves to depict the beauty of the arrangement.

As you had a small amount of time to yourself, you began to actively think on why exactly you immediately thought of your crewman as soon as you saw the flower shop. You never usually purchase flowers, especially since you would always find them on your adventures and set up arrangements to decorate the kitchen and your crew-quarters. You had never once thought to decorate a fellow Straw-Hat’s crew quarters, nor gift an arrangement prior.

What changed? Did you have budding romantic feelings developing for the loyal knight and protector of the Straw-Hat crew? You gulped the dry pit forming in your throat, a giddy feeling arising within your chest. Your fingers began to tremble and your heartbeat thumped with a drum-like rapidity.

You shook your head to rid them of the thoughts, your hands remaining the only thing strained and trembling under the implications of a small budding infatuation. Rolling your shoulders back and closing your eyes, you began to shake the feeling away before the crew began to rejoin you aboard your ship.

“There you are,” you heard a voice behind you. You upturned your head, seeking out the source of the voice.

Zoro’s vibrant green hair was the first thing you drew your attention to. The gladioli were the exact vibrant hue of his short locks; the entire reason you first intended on purchasing the arrangement.

“Here I am,” you replied with a cock of your head and a wide smile. His expression was airy, yet unreadable. He had his left wrist hanging on the hilt of his white blade attached to his hip, raking his eyes over your seated position at the polished wooden deck table. He quirked his head once his eyes met with the flowers in front of you.

“You got flowers?” he asked, his brows furrowing together in the middle before asking you again, “someone give them you?”

You laughed a small melodical chuckle before rising to your feet and clutching the wrapped flowers within your hands. You walked over to his place above deck and grinned at him.

“Actually, Zoro,” you began to anxiously giggle, your eyes widened in shock at your next words, “I bought them specifically for you.”

The furrow in his brows rose as he began searching between your two irises for hidden intentions, silently questioning your actions as you held out your hands with the arrangement. He hesitantly reached for them, looking down at the mixture of greens, reds, yellows and soft muted pastels and hesitated.

“Why?” he asked in a low rumbly whisper, halting his fingertips a hairline away from receiving your gift.

“Because I wanted you to see them,” you whispered in return, searching his face for reason for his apprehension at receiving his gift.

His fingertips brushed yours as he took the parchment wrapped florals into his grasp; the waft of whimsical beauty falling in waves over his senses.

“Why do you want me to see them?” he asked you, continuing to hold your hands within his as they clasped around the flowers. Both of your eyes held firm to the complimentary florae, focussing on anything other than fixating on each other’s eyes, ignoring the tension arising between you as you relished in his extended touch.

You sighed low and sorrowful, retracting your hands from the stems as you secured them within Zoro’s grasp.

“Men only receive flowers only once in their lifetimes, and they never even get to see them,” you sighed, taking your lower lip between your teeth to halt your nerves. A small rumbly growl of confusion began to rise in Zoro’s chest, questioning you on your thoughts.

“I wanted you to see them,” you reiterated, “you are so strong, Zoro,” you reached your hand up and hesitantly pressed your palm against his cheek, “you fight valiantly and with honour and integrity.”

You began to retract your hand, Zoro chasing your palm with his cheek as he clutched the flowers within his hands. You giggled at him, reluctantly placing your hand back to his cheek.

“And what is the one occasion men get flowers?” Zoro cluelessly asked you, prompting all playfulness to flee from your face. You didn’t think you had to actively inform him on the subject. Your brows rose upwards in sorrow as you searched around his cheeks, chin, nose, forehead and temple before settling once again on his eyes.

“Their funerals, Zoro,” you whispered, completely retracting your hand from his face, “this is a mourning arrangement for the honourable departed.”

Your eyes fled from his face and again made contact with the arrangement he held within his grasp.

Pursing your lips, you hardened your resolve and began to walk him through the several pieces clutched in his expert grasp.

“The yellow rose is for strong ties, as I am bound to you as your crewman,” you uttered in a low tone before adding, “the dark red is for grief and sorrow.”

You stood taller on the tips of your toes as you stooped with your index finger extended towards the various florals; “the gladioli, that’s the green one, is for a strong character. You’re so strong, Zoro,” you snuck a glance upwards to see Zoro’s eyes darkened and his teeth held tightly shut in a vice-like grip. You hesitated before continuing, “the gumnuts are for your humour.”

A small rumble began to form from his chest in disapproval at your comment, prompting a small giggle to escape from your lips as a natural and organic response.

“And the big purple ones?” he asked, his brows creasing and lip upturning in thought, “what are they for? I don’t speak flower.”

A wide grin appeared once again to your cheeks as his smirk playfully returned to his.

“Those are orchids,” you whispered, your eyes and smile softening as you stepped closer to him. You felt your pulse drumming painfully harshly within your ears as you sucked in a trembled and shaken breath, nodding to yourself before declaring; “those are because-,” you hesitated once more before flittering your eyes down to the flowers before looking up at him through your eyelashes, “well, they’re because I love you, Zoro.”

Disbelief. Complete and utter disbelief came over Zoro as he heard those words depart from your lips. He never thought his feelings towards you would ever be returned, holding fast within his resolve for his broody pining to forever remain painfully unrequited.

He had hoped, sure. He had longed, absolutely. He had dreamed that you would lean yourself against him in the early rise of the sun’s rays as you sat together. He had imagined having your lips meet for the first time as he loyally protected you from harms way on the battlefield. The way you spoke so passionately about honing in on your craft as botany and plant specialist bewitched him every time you opened your lips to depart knowledge onto him. His thoughts were only of training to finally match the league of Dracule Mihawk, and of how desperately and deeply he cared for you.

“I’m sorry,” you added, retreating from your proximity of him, “I shouldn’t have said anything. Please-,” you held your right hand up defensively in front of yourself and began to back away in retreat, “-please don’t treat me any differently. Enjoy the flowers,” you added with a small, soft smile, “they’re yours to do with what you will.”

Zoro now found himself in a bewilderment. He was perplexed that you relayed your emotions and intentions in such an unbridled manner, so boldly presenting him with your gift. He was sure you had even surprised yourself, not intending on relaying a romantic declaration on a meagre Tuesday afternoon in the middle of a random layover.

“Hey,” Zoro called over to you, a small harsh growl erupting from his tone; halting your step in your retreat, “get back here.”

Your body ceased up at his command, every fibre of self-preservation in your body refusing to turn to face him again. A warm blush had reddened against your features, hues over your nose, cheeks and tips of your ears heating your face to an uncomfortable temperature.

“Now,” Zoro again ordered you. Your body responded immediately, turning back to face him with your head holding firm in its bow to the floor; your eyes fixating on the wooden crevasses of the ship’s deck. Once close enough in bodily proximity to the swordsman, you heard his footsteps approach your body and almost stand flush against you.

The scent of the flowers hung within the air as he brought his left hand, which cradled the bunch, against your right shoulder. His right hand hooked his index finger under your chin as he raised it upwards. Your eyes first met with the broad scar across his chest, inflicted by the great warlord of the sea as he granted to spare his life under the great duel.

He continued to rise your chin, your gaze meeting with his lips; focussing on the small flicker of his tongue which darted out and retreated back within his mouth.

“Look at me,” he uttered with an air of confidence, prompting you to hesitantly meet his gaze with a small rose-tinge lingering still atop your cheeks.

His eyes held a foreign softness within them, his aura still commanding and noble as he held you tenderly within his fingertips. He smiled, wrapping his left arm around your shoulders and hooked you into his torso; the floral bunch resting behind your back within his clutches. Your breath hitched within your throat as your eyes widened in shock at his closeness.

“You buy me flowers for my funeral,” he uttered into you, the whisper of his breath against your lips force your eyes half-lidded in desire and anticipation, “and you don’t even stay for the procession?”

A small whimper fled from your lips at his attention, a tingle shooting up your spine and igniting the follicles on the surface of your neck and forearms. He released his hold on your chin as he fled his hand down to grasp at your hip, pulling you flush against himself as he brought his lips down to mould themselves atop your own.

You stood in shock, your eyes looking at his face in awe at his kiss. You snaked your arms around his shoulders to rest at the nape of his neck; fingertips brushing against the tri-pierced left earlobe as you raked your right hand over his muscles. You flittered your eyes shut and smiled against his lips in glee, standing atop the tips of your toes once more to reach more of his towering body.

He immediately dragged his left arm over your shoulders to draw it down to your hips, immediately hoisting you upwards into the air. You shrieked in surprise, feeling his lips grin against you as he picked you up below your thighs. You hooked your ankles behind his back, thighs resting atop his hips as he arched his face upwards to meet against your lips; arching his jaw and chin to deepen the connection shared between you. You felt his blades begin to awkwardly dig their hilt against your flesh, but paid them no mind as you were now held securely within the strong arms of the valiant knight and loyal protector of the Straw-Hat pirates.

You drew your right hand up to rake your fingertips against Zoro’s hair, gently caressing his follicles with your fingertips. He groaned against your lips, furrowing his brows and leant appreciatively against your touch. While continuing to clutch the flowers within his left hand, he smoothed his right hand to rake its hold against your thigh, reaching around the flesh to grasp the muscles of your ass and support your body further against himself.

You were so enraptured by each other’s touch, the feel of your bodies moulding so intimately together; you felt as if you were the only two people existing on this side of the world. Zoro walked your body over to the table and placed you down to rest atop it, his swords again bumping against your body awkwardly; prompting a small giggle to flee from your lips and onto his at the collision.

Zoro tentatively placed the bouquet gently beside you as he stood himself between your parted legs, hooking his hands below your knees to bring your body as close as he could possibly feel you while clothed. You moaned into his mouth as you brushed your hand over his hair and onto his cheek; feeling the cool metal from his piercings once again below your palm.

All of your senses were completely overwhelmed by your swordsman; the way his body felt flush against your own, the waves of desire you could tangibly feel radiating from him for every hungry kiss placed against your lips. He trailed his lips against the corner of your mouth, brushing and grazing your skin below his tongue and teeth as they raked their way down your neck. A small whimper escaped your lips as he located your pulse, swirling his tongue against it with a rough groan falling from behind his own lips.

The smell of the bouquet beside you was as sweet as the sounds you were pouring from your lips and into the awaiting audience of Zoro’s ears; a private performance meant only for him and him alone. The ocean breeze wafting over your senses as the wind picked up, a small inkling of something not entirely unfamiliar to you; but unwelcome never the less.

Tobacco.

A rough cough interrupted Zoro’s action of pulling the neckline of your shirt down to reveal your clavicle for his next assault with his mouth. You both snapped your eyes over to the sound, noticing the blonde chef ignite the end of a new cigarette with the filter end drawn between his lips, a small litter of depleted butts pooling at his feet.

“H-how long have-,” you began to stutter out, eyes wide and in shock at the knowledge you were in the presence of an audience.

“-Long enough to not miss the procession,” the chef chuckled at you both, inhaling the cigarette before releasing the nicotine riddled smoke in a long exhale, “came to let you know lunch is ready.”

“And you didn’t say a word?” Zoro growled through gritted teeth at the chef, prompting another laugh to flee from Sanji’s lips.

“Hey,” Sanji began, holding his hands up defensively, “we placed a wager on it, I didn’t want to sway the odds.”

Zoro growled, reluctantly releasing you from his grasp and shielding your dishevelled body from view of the blonde chef.

“Are you okay?” Zoro asked you quietly as you collected yourself. You sighed with a light smile coming to your face.

“I am, Zoro,” you replied, “better than ever.”

He smiled down at you, fixing the scabbards of his swords on the hilt to his side with a large, wolfy but bashful grin. As you both collected yourselves, you hopped down from your place atop the table and turned to walk towards Sanji, vocal reprimands fleeing from your lips as you did so.

Zoro chuckled under his breath, turning back around to collect his flowers. He stared at the bouquet, examining it. They were beautiful, a perfect reminder of his mortality. He vowed to return the favour at the next port, wooing you with a reminder of your own fleeting moments together in this life.

#one piece #opla #opla fic #one piece live action #x reader #zoro #zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x you #zoro x you #romance #fluff #flowers #one piece fic

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dol-dee · 2 months ago

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Limone the Human

Name: Limone (Lee-moh-neh) Age: Old Enough Species: HUMAN! :) Plant Person Pronouns: They/Them Height: 153cm “I was voted most boring human at my school!”

Limone is a human! One of the most normal ones around, they will assure you. Please ignore their yellowish complexion, vibrant green hair and leaf ‘accessory’. Those are just fashion statements. Well. Not the skin, that's just how they were born! They’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of it.

Fun facts:

They're a plant person but not quite. Some misplaced humanity but not enough to count as human. Limone might be doomed to a miserable and lonely existence.

Limone can morph and freely change their body (with some exceptions). Their regular "standard" appearance is that of a short stack. They purposefully keep more humanoid features (like blunt teeth and a shorter tongue)

Very hedonistic, will often do "whatevers easiest"

Lacks Object permanence (this extends towards people)

They're very used to leaving and being left. They don't really register it and will move on easily. (If you ghost them, that is.)

Is a quasi divorcee and was (technically is) married to a priest

Limone vacillates between extreme emotional states (boredom, depression, apathy & extreme euphoria and giddiness).

They regularly squish their own undesirable memories/sensations or Inflict Emotional Amnesia onto themself, with some quick n easy DIY lobotomy.

Even though their memories dont remain in the waking world, they occasionally return as nightmares. Haunting their subconscious mind.

Quick to self harm. Its the easiest outlet they have, whenever they don't understand or are unable to deal with emotional turmoil . To be fair. it doesnt matter much. they regenerate quickly.

Their tendency to hyperfixate on people has let to many an accidental love bombing. Its a little like the sun decided to shine its warmest, most pleasant ray on you. It gets cold quick if or when they they lose interest and move on.

They keep a personal Encyclopedia on the people that they get hyper invested in. It looks like something a stalker would make. ...only they aren't a stalker. They just hyperfixate on people and don't see anything wrong with their little hobby. It includes tame stuff, like, extensive doodles, the persons fashion, color, scent, favorite hobbies/media and food preferences. All the way down to what that persons blood, cum, or tears taste like and which one they like best.

They've never actually gone to school

Friends(?) with Harper, they sell their nectar to her on the side for quick cash and keep a variety of part time jobs until they grow bored of them. Harper is equal parts fascinated and annoyed with Limone since none of her experiments seem to work on them. (Yes. Limone unconsciously contributes to the corruption of the town)

The first fully lucid human they interacted with was Eden. She quickly regretted kidnapping Limone.

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solarisfortuneia · 2 years ago

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— 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

✦ event: freedom is sweet.

✦ for: @zhongrin

✦ info / prompt: “sometimes (read: all the time) i want to just. hug their waist and pepper kisses ( + maybe even nibbles when i'm feeling chaotic >:) ) all over their back!! how do you think they would they react?” (zhongli: modern au. alhaitham: regular au.)

✦ warnings: none, i think. (i did proofread but i may have missed a mistake or two.)

✦ featuring: zhongli, alhaitham.

✦ notes: happy (belated) birthday rin!! my apologies for this being late, i wanted to make it perfect (it's not quite there, but i like it regardless and i hope you will too <3 mwah have a great day!!)

warm rays of sunlight stream in through open windows that zhongli insists on keeping open in the mornings, lighting up the entire kitchen, bouncing off cream colored walls. the plants by the windowsill are certainly grateful for it, considering how they seem to be thriving. they look happier than they’ve ever been.

and in the middle of the cozy scene stands your husband, still in his nightclothes, watering can in hand, amber eyes focused solely on his task.

the scent of both coffee and tea floats gently to your nose, and you look to the side to see your favorite cup already set atop a warmer. soft, slow music plays through his phone on the table, the notes in harmony with the metallic clinks of the windchime. oh, you think, smiling to yourself as you lean on the doorframe, arms crossed. he’s finally figured out how to put that song he likes on repeat.

“look at you,” he murmurs to his— well, technically, they’re yours, but at this point he’s practically claimed them as his own with how much attention he lavishes upon them on the daily— plants, affectionately running a finger along a vibrant green leaf. “you’re looking well this morning, aren’t you, little one?”

an idea sparks to life in your head.

he turns to the right, moving to lightly water another plant, one with pale white flowers blooming happily. “good morning to you, dear,” he coos, gently turning it. “and to you too, madam.” he says to the one with vibrant red blooms.

opportunity presents itself to you at precisely that very moment, where his back faces towards you and there is no possible chance for him to spot you in his peripherals. your feet, clad in socks, barely make a sound as you inch ever-so-carefully towards him. a brief pause, then a quiet inhale, and you pounce, arms locking around his waist as you pepper kisses all over his backside, quick and mischievous.

a surprised ‘oof’ leaves his mouth, and he laughs when he realizes it’s you, setting aside the watering can. you lean up, nibbling at the nape of his neck, giggling alongside him. “good morning, my dearest.” he glances at you from over his shoulder, amusement in his expression. “how long have you been up?”

“long enough to see you talking to the flowers,” you tease playfully. “i know you’re an old, old man, but you’re not that old yet, are you?”

he clears his throat, revolving to meet your gaze. he grasps your face in his warm, calloused hands, before speaking. “studies show that talking to your plants and speaking positively to them can augment their growth by a considerable amount, dearest.” his lips quirk into a tiny, serene smile. “besides, i do quite enjoy doing it.”

you laugh, pressing more kisses to the tip of his nose and to his mouth in rapid succession. you feel his smile widen against your lips, which stays on his face long after you pull away.

“you certainly are affectionate today.” he chuckles. “well, then,” he looks to you for silent permission, ever the gentleman, hoisting you up into his arms when you consent, lips brushing over your eyelids, over your cheek and over your forehead.

“let me return the favor tenfold, my love.”

your shoes clack satisfyingly against the polished floors of the house of daena as you walk down the hallway. you pause to wave hello to the man standing near the lift to the grand sage’s office, then walk inside. if your estimates were correct, then you should be just in time for alhaitham’s lunch break.

you push open the door to his office, forgoing the need to knock. the room is neat, clean and organized; just how he prefers it. you see him standing in front of his bookshelf, eyes scanning up and down, very clearly looking for something, familiar silver hair a little tousled. you walk normally towards him, knowing his headphones muffle the sound of your footsteps, and wrap your arms around his waist.

“boo,” you whisper in his ear, lifting his earpieces a little. “i’m here! did you miss me?”

he sighs contentedly when he feels your touch, book still in one hand, but the other moves to remove his headphones, then grasps your hand firmly. “i did,” he admits, leaning so the back of his head rests against yours. “everything is certainly duller without you around.”

he sighs again, wearily this time, setting the book down to run his fingers over his eyes, massaging the bridge of his nose. “i’d much rather be at home with you than deal with paperwork. it seems as if people can't do anything themselves.”

“i know,” you whisper against the skin of his neck, smiling sympathetically. you hold him tighter, running your lips over his neck and his back, playfully nipping at his earlobe. your lips kiss every inch of him that you can reach, littering featherlight pecks all over.

he shakes his head at your antics, but the red that dusts his cheek (and the tips of his ears) and the barely contained grin on his face portray a different story.

“why did you stop?” he asks when you pull away. his voice sounds disappointed, and you can’t help but laugh. how cute. “i never asked you to.”

“i’m sorry,” you smooch his cheek in apology. your eyes fall to the clock on his desk. “ i'm glad i got to see you today, but i’ve got to go now.”

“where are you going off to?” he pulls you closer by your wrist when you start to move away, then intertwines his fingers with yours once again, brows knitting together. “stay. have lunch with me.”

“i only popped in to say hello,” you kiss the frown on his forehead. “i have to get back to work soon. my break ends much earlier than yours, remember?”

“i know, but you can still stay,” he glances at you. “i’ll send a letter to your boss after lunch. they won’t have a problem.”

“grand sage alhaitham!” you exclaim in mock-surprise, holding a hand to your mouth, eyes widening slightly. “are you really going to use your position to get me to have lunch with you? what would people at the akademiya think of this?”

“acting grand sage,” he reminds you, leaning over to softly touch his lips to your forehead, used to your theatrics. “good thing i don’t care what they think. besides,” he adds, “i’m sure lesser lord kusanali wouldn’t mind, and is she not the boss of us all?”

you laugh. “i suppose that reasoning is sound.”

he extends his arm for you to hold. “then let's get going.”

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#—🖋#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact fluff #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #alhaitham x you #zhongli fluff #alhaitham fluff #— freedom is sweet.

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frozrowan · 1 year ago

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I had this dream of The Collector💚 I wanted to write story of it

Asa Emory x reader

"Welcome home, my dragonfly."

Sunlight shone from behind the curtains creating a soft yellow glow on the corrido's wall. The rays made shadow boxed incest to shine on their true colors. Most of them were beetles, but here and there where butterflies with most vibrant colors you haven't ever seen. You recognize couple of them, but rest was unknown. Still all of them were admirable.

You did woke up inside the red box, it wasn't locked so you let yourself out of there. He may have done that on purpose. The box was placed in the middle of the living room so you could take a good look of Asa's home. Everything was so organize, tidy. He had lot of green plant and seemingly loved vintage. The house was homely and comforting, better than the cold abandoned hotel. You felt bad for those other who have to be there, alone in dark. You thought you would have been one of them, but you weren't. When thinking all of it the collector, (before you learned his real name) he didn't never really hurt you. He only kept you inside that box, checked you now and then, brining you food and clothes. Now that feels like eternity. Asa let you out of the box in two weeks and toke you to the hotel's library, showing all the books you could read and where to spend your time, of course under his watchful eye. Some reason you are special to him.

The headache you had at the beginning was starting to get you dizzy and your vision blurry. Any memories of leaving the hotel wasn't on your mind, but one faint memory of the needle touching on your necks skin, before you blacked out . You reached your left hand on the wall next to you, taking support on it. You closed your eyes to ground yourself. Feeling of your own heart bounding calmly inside of your rib-cage soothed you. Warmth in your hands made them to tingle. Everything was quiet and still, song of the bird outside made your eyes to open. Then you felt the floor shift under you of someone else weight than your. Large hands creeped around of your neck behind you. They gave your neck a light squeeze not meaning to hurt, but more to show possessive over you, he loved to do that.

"Little cricket let themselves out of the box, without the permission..."

His hot breath hits your neck making chills run down on you spine. Asa knows that made you shiver and melt in his arms. Teasing was his way to show affection and he loved the reactions he could get out of you. His thumb draws a circle on you neck and he could feel how you began to lean on his chest. But before you could say anything he pushes you against on the wall. Making gasp escape of your mouth. Asa's hands moved to your face, cupping your cheeks gently. Hot wave rises to you face, burning like pins and needles were under your skin.

Avoiding his intense gaze was challenging to maintain, twain of black shining orbs looking right at you, seeing you. It was unnerving, but the same time you loved it. How the simplest things Asa did, made a butterflies fly in your stomach. The grip he hold your face, forcing the eye contact, not letting you get away on this time. Asa knows you look at him secretly, when you think he won't noticed, he do. Admiring him whatever his working on at the time, how his unique eyes shine when the light reflect on them.

Corners of his lips rises to a grin, and that made you realize you have had look at his lips for too long. "Do a bug want something?" Asa lean closer to you, watching closely the tiniest reactions and expressions what appeared on your face.

"I...I want you to...." the rest of the words get stuck in your dry throat, becoming a inaudible mumble. Asa's humorous laugh embarrassed you, but it faded away quickly when his lips pressed of your forehead, giving it a soft kiss. When his gaze returned to you, the courage grew in you to press your own lips against his. That took him by surprise, he would never think you would be brave enough to kiss him, but regardless that was enjoyable, it was challenge.

Asa steadied his hand behind you neck, one supporting your lower back. He had a control. Yours kiss was sweet, but he's was full of possessiveness. Asa was going to take everything of this moment. His grip around you got tighter, while his kiss deepened. A moan left your mouth, you hand clenched on his black shirt like you life depend on it. If you were honest, you have dreamt of this for so long. Times you could have been like this with Asa, was only when he wasn't busy. When you rested you head on his lap while he stroked your head or when he give you a soft kiss on forehead before he leaves.

The broke of the kiss left you breathless, lack of the oxygen almost made you to faint, Asa other hand seems unbothered lack of it. His hand stroked your cheek, eyes gazing you dearly. He wasn't sure if you could noticed it, but at the fist time he hasn't any walls around you, he was completely relaxed. No dangers, no traps that could hurt you, or his victims who would use you as escape plan. No one could ever take his precious thing away.

"Do I have to go to hotel again?" Worry in your voice waked Asa back to reality. "If you absolutely miss that place, we can go back" He was tried to sound serious, but you can tell tone of his voice he was joking "No. I want to stay here with you."

Asa smiled at your response "Welcome home, my dragonfly."

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musings-of-a-rose · 1 year ago

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I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks

For You

Pairing: Javi G x ofc Ally

Word Count: 2700+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: I got a request from @jedi-in-crocs : I have a request. Im going deaf and use asl. Can you write a fanfic with Joel or Frankie or Javi or Marcus or Pedro being married to a deaf woman? Falling in love dating and marrying? Post outbreak? It can be trying at times for me to date. And I love the smut and fluff 😜 thanks (Ally)

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Market day in Mallorca was always a beautiful affair. Rows and rows of tents adorned the streets, bursting with vibrant colors of fresh fruits and veggies, various paintings, clay jars and mugs, the smells of homemade snacks and treats filling the air as people bustled past each other, lightly bumping shoulders with each other as they set their eyes on something they want.

But Javi's favorite row was for the flowers. Beautiful blooms and plants bursting from various pots and glass jars, some massive and sitting in large pots on the ground, other small and dangling in the air at the end of macrame chains. He stops to look at each and every one, touching some of the petals or leaves and smiling to himself before moving on to the next.

But today is different. As he nears the middle of the row of tents and tables, he notices a new vendor. Her area was smaller than the others, but the plants and flowers she had were breathtaking. Bright colors and green leaves strategically placed on a couple of shelved hand carved wooden tables created this ambience of tranquility despite the bustling crowd. But this was nothing compared to the woman in front of him, straightening up from placing the last of her pots on the ground, gently dabbing at her brow to rid her skin of the few beads of sweat that had accumulated. She turns and jumps when she sees Javi staring at her.

"Oh!I'm sorry I didn't see you. Welcome! Is there anything specifically you're looking for?"

He's momentarily speechless, her green eyes shining up at him, her face framed by her auburn hair, the sun catching it at the right angle and making it glow.

"I… I don't.." Why can't he speak? She's staring at him, a friendly smile on her face as she studies him.

"That's ok. Are you looking for a gift for someone? Your mom or significant other?"

"Oh, no. My mother has passed and I am not… I mean, I don't have…" Javi sighs. "I am single."

Is he imagining the slight flush to her cheeks at his answer? Her eyes flick away from his for a brief moment before returning, her cheeks still a slight shade of pink.

"Well then.. are you new to plants?" Javi nods, trying to regain his composure. "Ok great. Then may I recommend…" She looks around for a few moments before reaching for a plant with green oval shaped leaves cascading down vines out of a small hanging planter. She turns and holds it out for him, his breath catching in his throat when their fingers touch briefly at the exchange. She clears her throat a moment layer, shaking her head.

"I uh… this is a pothos. Very easy to take care of. Water once a week or so and make sure they get some light. They're pretty sturdy."

"Th-thank you, miss…"

"Ally." She extends her hand and Javi shifts the pot into his left hand, extending his right to shake hers, his body nearly shaking when they touch. He hears her breath catch as well. Could she feel the same?

"I-"

"Hey lady! Do you have any monstera?" A large man pushes his way past Javi, nearly knocking him over to stand in front of Ally.

"I uh…yes. Right here." As she shows him the plants, he proceeds for tell her some long winded tale of his own garden, her eyes flicking back to Javi apologetically. After several minutes it becomes clear that he won't be leaving soon and Javi had to head home for a meeting. He sighs, pulling out some money and setting it on the table for her. At the last minute he decided to write a little note, taking the pen and paper she had set there to make notes about plant care for people.

I hope this is enough. I'll be back next weekend to make sure.

Javi leaves the paper and makes eye contact with Ally, her small, sad smile and nod indicating she saw him leave the money.

Javi can't stop thinking about her all week.

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Javi returns every weekend for 2 months. At first, he makes up excuses for coming, looking for plants, what does a slight discoloration mean, anything he can think of to talk to her. He's never been very good at flirting or picking up signals, but she laughs at all of his jokes, blushing whenever he compliments her, and he swears he's caught her more than once checking him out.

One weekend, Javi decides enough of enough- it's time to ask Ally out. Mayne just for coffee so if she says no, he can cover it up as a just as friends coffee. Or a thank you coffee. Something.

Javi walks to her stand, waiting a moment to watch her, back to him as she moves about arranging her plants, her fingers lightly brushing against petals and Javi imagines what it must feel like to have those same fingers brush against his skin, digging into his arms as they meld their bodies together…

He shakes his head. Now isn't the time for lewd thoughts. It wouldn't help his nerves. Javi stops at the entrance to her booth, giving her space to move about.

"Hi Ally. Got anything new today?"

She doesn't turn around, still moving about her plants. Javi clears his throat a little louder than he normally would. Still, she doesn't move. No turning to give him her brilliant smile that warms him up. Did he do something wrong? Say something wrong? His brain works fast, playing through all of their interactions. Nothing seemed amiss. Could he have misread something?

"She can't hear you." The vendor next to Ally says as she comes to stand next to Javi.

"What?"

"Her aids are being repaired so she doesn't have them today."

His eyebrows pull together. "Aids?"

"Hearing aids. Did you not see them?"

He hadn't. He was too taken in by her sweet words and gorgeous eyes, her obvious love for the plants she so lovingly cares for. When he doesn't reply, the woman turns more towards him.

"She's losing her hearing. It'll be totally gone one day, I think. At least that's what she told me. She taught me some basic signs too in case she didn't have her aids. Lovely girl."

Javi watches the back of Ally, still tending the plants she loves so much. "I have to go. Can you tell her 'Javi has some work to do but he'll be back soon?'"

The woman nods and Javi thanks her, turning promptly on his heel and heading straight for his car, pulling out his phone to call his assistant to help him with his task.

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A month later, Javi nervously approaches Ally's booth. What if she's mad at me? I hope I did not distress her too much. He swallows hard, taking the last few steps to her booth, watching her brush dirt from her hands, fingers rubbing gently on the gardening apron she always wore. She turns and sees him, eyes locking on his as she freezes, her eyes studying him, her focus slightly upset. She opens her mouth to speak but before she can, Javi raises his hands, willing the nerves to leave him as he starts to move.

[Signed]"I am sorry I have not come. Your neighbor-" He points to the lady in the next booth over. "- told me about your hearing and how you use ASL-"

Her eyes well up. [Signed] "You know ASL?"

Javi shakes his head. [Signed] "I didn't. I spent the last month starting to learn it for you."

Pure shock flashes across her face as she points to herself. [Signed] "For me? Why?"

Javi takes a few steps towards her, closing the distance between them. He brushes a short strand of her auburn hair from her face, the sunlight glinting slightly off of the tiny tube connecting her hearing aids to the ear mold and he smiles, meeting her eyes.

[Signed] "Because I always want to be able to talk to you, hear your thoughts. Anything you have to say."

Their eyes lock onto each other and he glances down at her lips, slightly parted. He brings his hands up slowly to cup her cheeks, giving her every chance to pull back. Instead, she grips his shirt, pulling him closer as their lips meet, soft and wanting. He wraps an arm around her, pressing his tongue to her lips as she eagerly responds. After several seconds, the lady in the booth next to Ally clears her throat and Javi pulls back, glaring slightly at the woman. Ally follows his gaze and looks at the woman, who is now smirking. Javi puts his finger on Ally's cheek, turning her head back to his.

[Signed] "Will you have dinner with me?"

Ally smiles wide, brightening the entire area and warming Javi up as she nods enthusiastically. "I'm free tonight?"

Javi chuckles. "I'll pick you up at 8 for dinner."

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Javi thinks he's never seen someone more beautiful than her. The dress she wore fits her perfectly, enhancing her physical features, but it's more than that. As Javi listens to her talk about cross pollination, he watches her confidence grow with her excitement about her plants, a non stop stream of words and he drinks in every one, his chin leaning on his fist as he watches her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"And oh my God I've been talking the whole time, haven't I?" She blushes, hiding her face behind her hands, elbows propped on the table.

"No, no. Please continue. I love watching you talk."

She lowers her hands and looks at him. "Watching me talk?"

"Yes. The way your passion for what you do pours out of you, touching anyone near you."

Her face heats up more and she fans herself for a moment. "You flatter me too much, Javi."

He catches her eye and signs. "That's because I really like you."

As dinner continues, he learns more about her. Her childhood, how she ended up in Mallorca, how her illness is causing her to lose her hearing, eventually a total loss. So she wanted to spend time listening to the small sounds, the way the wind moves through pine needles, the way water splashes against the leaves, the way grass flows against the breeze.

"Can I show you something?" Javi asks as he nervously offers his arm to Ally as they exit the restaurant. She takes it almost instantly, leaning into him and making his ears feel warm.

"Of course. Anywhere you'd like to go, I'm there."

Javi helps her into his jeep, driving back towards the compound. The guards let him in and he drives down the winning dirt road, turning down a nearly hidden path. He follows it down until it clears a little, overlooking the water. He reaches behind him, grabbing a thick blanket from the backseat before getting out of the jeep, walking around to offer his hand to Ally, helping her out of the jeep. Their fingers lace together as she follows him towards a small, clear space where he puts the blanket down, spreading it out. He offers his hand again, grinning at Ally as she sits, laying down next to him when he lays down.

"You see those stars there?" He points to the sky and Ally follows his fingers, squinting at the rapidly darkening sky.

"Yeah I think so."

"That's the Scorpius constellation."

"Really?"

"No idea."

She laughs, turning her head to him and finding him already looking at her, a faint smile on his face. She watches him back, eyes roaming over his handsome face, with his prominent nose and curls you just want to touch. She leans in and Javi meets her halfway, their lips crashing together as she slides her fingers around his head, tugging at the curls at the back of his neck. Javi feels his pants tighten even more and he pulls back, his eyes moving between hers, his eyebrows raised in question. She replies by gripping his shirt, pulling him to her as she unbuttons his shirt, sliding it off his broad shoulders, only breaking the kiss for Javi to toss his shirt somewhere over his shoulder, both of them giggling as he lays her back, slotting himself between her spread legs.

He holds himself above her, his soft lips pressing to hers as he grinds himself against her, feeling her heat beneath his pants. Then her fingers are at his pant line, fumbling to open his button and the kiss breaks, his forehead pressed to hers as she manages to open the button, sliding his pants down just enough for him to spring out, hard and wanting. He pulls his head back just enough to look at her, his own lust echoed in the depths of her eyes.

[Signed]”Are you sure?”

She nods. “Yes. Please, Javi, I need you.”

He slides his hand up her bare thigh, pressing his fingers between her thighs and moaning as he feels how wet she is for him, her own moan at his light touch mixing with his. She grips his hand, showing him how to touch her, his thick fingers sending jolts of pleasure out from where he touches her. But then he pushes her panties aside, Ally silently grateful for wearing a dress as he touches her, his skin on hers, sliding his fingers and touching her how she showed him. Her release comes from nowhere, a loud gasp and moan coming from her as her back arches, her body tensing with pleasure. Her back lowers, her chest heaving as she looks up at Javi, his eyes nearly black in the low light and she wraps her legs around him, trying to get him to move. He smiles and presses his hips forward, slowly pushing into her as he watches her face contort with pleasure at the feel of him stretching her open, small pants puffing out into his face until he bottoms out. Javi stays like that, pulling out only a little before pushing in, just to give her a moment, until he feels her hands grasping at his back, her heels digging into his ass and he gets the hint. He sets a comforting pace, not too rough and not too light, adding in his signature thrust that has her pulsing around him, his name tumbling from her lips as he comes with her, unable to resist the feel of her engulfing him.

They stay like that for several minutes, her fingers lightly tracing a mindless pattern across his sweaty, bare back, their breathing syncing together. Slowly, Javi pulls out, a hiss on his lips as he pats at the ground for his shirt, helping to clean her up with it before himself. He chucks the shirt on the ground again, laughing lightly with Ally before laying back down, pulling her close to him as he feels her hand on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head as they watch the stars.

6 months later, they get married, happy to spend the rest of their days with each other, thankful that Javi stopped in the market that day.

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horridgoblin · 1 year ago

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In Need of Comfort (Part 1)

For part 2, click here. Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, romance, SFW, Christmas AU set in Waterdeep, gender neutral Tav x Gale. Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, anxiety in a crowded place, sensory overload. Disclaimer: I’m currently in the middle of Act 2, and I'm yet to finish BG3, so this is where my knowledge of the game stands. No spoilers please!

The Market was charged with the energy of festive cheer, and you could not help but feel entirely out of place. Sounds overwhelmed you; the crowds made you wish you were invisible, and a persistent sadness refused to leave your soul. The Market of Castle Ward was spectacular, despite how you felt. Twinkling baubles, trinkets, and other valuables were displayed proudly in their vibrant stalls. The scent of spice filled the air, and chants of merchants advertising their wares filled the atmosphere with electricity. It was a lot to take in. You wanted desperately to reciprocate the joy of the season, especially because Gale was beaming with joy; talking for weeks about how excited he was to show you how the ‘City of Splendour’ celebrates Christmas.

A gentle, warm touch of Gale’s hand deliberately brushing yours snapped you out of your thoughts. As you looked up, brown eyes full of adoration locked yours. You could not resist but to smile. Gale was dressed in his best winter finery fit for the occasion, swathes of deep purple wool keeping most of the cold at bay. The grey streaks in his curly brown hair glinted in the winter sunlight, his beauty ethereal. Your anxiety abated with his love, but you thought it best to not show how you felt to preserve his happiness. Gale was always putting others before himself, and you wanted more than anything for him to have happiness in his life.

“You look absolutely stunning my love,” Gale said, gently tucking stray locks of your hair behind your ear, “I know we have a firm agenda set for today, but is there anything that catches your eye? I want nothing more than to spoil you.”

“Gale, spending time with you is a gift enough, please don’t fret.”

“Alright, I won’t try and outdazzle this gift, but I may be purchasing you a trinket or two regardless.” He winked, kissing your forehead, his beard scratching you lightly. “The stall with the brandy mincemeat is over there,” he pointed towards a stall of green tarp with jars gleaming in the sunlight, neatly lined up and tied with delicate red ribbon, “I bet I could add a bit of pizazz to it with an enchantment or two, though this doesn’t mean making the pies explode in some grand display, unfortunately.” You laughed at the thought despite your growing anxiety as you both approached the stall, hand in hand.

Snowflakes began to flit down from the greying sky, their icy touch amplified by fear as they landed on your face. The Market was becoming increasingly crowded. Claustrophobia was setting in. You had a nagging feeling to give into your base instincts and to run far, far away and hide. Instead, you gripped Gale’s hand for support. Your anxiety came at you at full force, and it was dizzying, the stall in front of you feeling imposing.

Concerned, Gale took you aside and put his hand gently on your shoulder, turning you to face him. He leaned to whisper to your ear. “Are you ok, my heart?”

Shaking your head to say no, he planted a feather light kiss onto your cheek. “These crowds must be immensely overwhelming; I can tell that as much. I am so sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, darling.” You murmured, croaking as you struggled to speak.

“I’m afraid I must.” Gale insisted, “I think it's best if we leave, I cannot have you suffering.” He cupped your cheek with his hand. “Would you like that? To return home?”

You felt incredibly guilty and ashamed. He was looking forward to this for so long. “We can stay, we have to buy things for tonight.”

Seeing the sadness on your face, he said, “Don’t concern yourself with that any longer, I shall deal with this.” Turning back to the stall, he placed a loving hand on the small of your back as he purchased two jars of mincemeat. “Perfect! We can do without the rest and have a splendid night together. Shall we head home?”

Putting aside your guilt at his insistence, you nodded. He knew you liked to appease others; it was why you could relate to each other so much. Your fatigue from sensory overload made it hard to refuse his suggestions. Snowfall began to intensify so much that it was difficult to see. Most of the crowd rushed for shelter away from the increasing cold, and the two of you sped to find a hire coach home.

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winxanity-ii · 6 days ago

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⌜Cycles of You, Cycles of Me | Chapter 05 Chapter 05 | a blazing longing⌟

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As spring melted into summer, the world seemed to come alive with fire. The sun rose higher in the sky, its rays golden and intense, drenching the fields and forests in warmth. The days stretched long and heavy, the air thick with the hum of cicadas and the scent of wildflowers in full bloom.

But as summer grew hotter, so did you.

What had once been quiet curiosity and gentle observation began to shift. The innocence that had defined your earlier days now gave way to a growing sense of restlessness.

The world beyond the boundaries of the meadows and fields seemed to call to you, louder than ever. You longed to wander farther, to see what lay beyond the hills, to feel the wind against your skin in places you had never been.

But Demeter wouldn't allow it.

Her love for you, once a source of warmth, had become suffocating. She refused to let you out of her sight for too long, her protectiveness intensifying with each passing day.

"No," she would say firmly when you asked to explore the forest's edge. "You stay where I can see you." Her voice carried a quiet fear, one that tightened her jaw and furrowed her brows. She would not speak of it openly, but you knew what she feared.

Another Persephone situation.

Her daughter had been taken once, spirited away to the Underworld, leaving Demeter to mourn her absence for half the year. She would not risk the same with you, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.

"You are safer here," she would insist, her hands gently brushing your hair or adjusting the flowers on your crown. "The world beyond these fields is unpredictable. I cannot protect you there."

You nodded, obedient on the surface, but inside, frustration simmered.

Her care felt like a cage, her love a wall that kept you bound to a life that felt too small.

So, you began to push back, subtly at first.

You lingered near the edges of the meadow, your gaze fixed on the horizon. When she called you back, you hesitated, your feet dragging as you returned.

"____, I told you not to wander," she would say, her tone firm but laced with concern.

You said nothing, only lowering your gaze, but the ache in your chest grew heavier each time.

The more she pulled you back, the more you longed to break free.

And the more you felt, the more the summer intensified.

The air grew hotter, the sun harsher, the earth beneath your feet dry and cracked. The plants, once lush and green, began to droop under the weight of the heat, their leaves curling at the edges.

It was as though the world mirrored your emotions, responding to the fire building inside you.

.☆. .✩. .☆.

As the days passed, the restless tension inside you grew unbearable. You'd always been calm, quiet, observing the world without complaint, but now, something inside you had shifted.

You were different now—older, stronger, more aware of the boundaries that confined you. Your body had matured again, and at 16, you stood taller, your limbs more defined. Your features had sharpened, your skin carrying a deeper, sun-kissed hue, golden undertones gleaming as if the sun itself had left its mark on you.

Your hair had grown longer and fuller, its natural flow entwined with streaks of sunlit gold, the blooms within it now fully vibrant and alive, their petals reflecting the bright hues of summer. Your eyes, once soft and muted, now burned with an intensity that hadn't been there before—a reflection of the fire stirring in your chest.

The summer heat seemed to cling to you, amplifying the energy you couldn't contain, and it all came to a head one evening as you stood before Demeter.

"You can't keep me here forever!" you shouted, your voice trembling with frustration as it echoed through the cottage.

Demeter stood across from you, her golden robes flowing as though the wind carried them, though there was no breeze. Her face was calm, but her eyes burned with a fierceness that matched your own.

"I'm doing this for your safety," she said, her voice steady but firm. "The world beyond these fields is dangerous, ____. You're not like Persephone or me. You're not a god."

Her words hit you like a blow, but you didn't falter.

"So what?" you shot back, your hands clenching at your sides. "I'm not a god, but I'm not weak either! You can't expect me to stay holed up here forever!"

Her jaw tightened, her hands gripping the edge of the table beside her. "You don't understand," she said, her voice rising slightly. "There are forces out there that would take advantage of you, hurt you. You're still growing. You don't know your limits."

Your chest heaved, your frustration boiling over. "And how am I supposed to learn anything if you won't let me try? How am I supposed to grow if I'm stuck here while every other spirit around here gets to live?"

Demeter's eyes flashed with something between anger and fear. "Those spirits are not like you, ____! They were born of the earth and trees. They are tied to this world, yes, but they do not carry—" She stopped herself abruptly, her mouth pressing into a thin line.

"Carry what?" you demanded, stepping closer, your voice sharper now. "What is it about me that makes you so afraid? Why can't you just tell me the truth?"

Demeter's silence was deafening, her gaze dropping for the briefest moment before meeting yours again.

"You don't need to know," she said, her voice quieter but no less firm. "What you need is to listen. The world is not kind, ____. I'm trying to protect you from it."

Your hands trembled, your frustration turning into something hotter, heavier. "It's not fair," you said, your voice cracking. "Other spirits can visit the domains of other gods, can explore and see the world. I'm the only one kept locked away like this!"

Demeter stepped closer, her voice rising with her frustration. "Because they are not you!"

Her words hung in the air, heavy and unyielding.

You stared at her, your face a mixture of anger and hurt. "And I'll never get to be anything but this if you don't let me live," you said, your voice trembling.

As the argument raged on, the heat in the room seemed to intensify.

The air grew thick, stifling, the temperature rising unnaturally. Outside, the sky burned brighter, the sun's rays unrelenting. The fields, once vibrant and green, began to wilt under the oppressive heat, their leaves curling at the edges.

The rivers, so full and lively just days before, began to dry, their beds cracking under the weight of the summer's intensity.

Across the world, the heatwave spread, its effects devastating. Crops withered, animals sought shade in desperation, and the air became heavy with the scent of parched earth.

And still, neither you nor Demeter noticed.

Persephone, standing at the edge of the field where she had been gathering flowers, felt it.

Her gaze turned to the horizon, the oppressive heat making her skin prickle. The air was wrong, too heavy, too still.

She glanced toward the cottage, where raised voices echoed faintly. Your voice. Her mother's voice.

Her mind turned over the whispers of the nymphs, the stories they had told about you, the way the world seemed to respond to you.

A thought crept into her mind, one she couldn't shake.

It couldn't be... could it?

But as she stood there, her flowers wilting in her hands, the first seeds of doubt began to bloom.

She didn't have all the answers yet.

But she would find them.

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The days following the argument passed in tense silence, the oppressive heat lingering over the land. The air was thick, the rivers still low, the crops still struggling. Persephone had watched the world closely, the cracks in its rhythm becoming impossible to ignore.

She could feel it—the subtle hum beneath the earth, the way the seasons seemed to shift not naturally, but reactively.

Her gaze often lingered on you.

You, who had grown so quickly. You, whose moods seemed to ripple into the very fabric of nature.

She pieced together the whispers of the nymphs, the fragments of your story, the truths Demeter had shared and the ones she had not.

The timeline didn't make sense.

Tree spirits did not grow this fast. They did not affect the world around them so strongly. They did not carry the kind of weight that you did.

The more she thought about it, the more the truth became clear: You weren't just a tree spirit.

Persephone stood alone in the meadow one evening, staring at the sky as the sun dipped below the horizon. She took a deep breath, the weight of her realization heavy in her chest.

She had to confront her mother.

The cottage was warm, the firelight casting a soft glow over the wooden walls. Demeter sat at the table, her hands busied with weaving garlands of wheat and flowers. The faint scent of herbs lingered in the air, a reminder of her constant care.

Persephone stepped inside, her footsteps soft but purposeful. She stood for a moment, watching her mother's steady movements, before finally speaking. "Mother, I need to talk to you."

Demeter glanced up, her expression warm but wary. "What is it, my flower?"

Persephone hesitated, her hands clasping in front of her. She knew this would not be easy.

"It's about ____."

Demeter's hands stilled, her golden eyes narrowing slightly. "What about him?"

Persephone approached the table, her voice gentle but firm. "I've been thinking... and I don't think he's just a tree spirit."

Demeter frowned, her brows knitting together. "Persephone, we've discussed this. He's a unique spirit, yes, but—"

"No, Mother. I don't mean unique. I mean... something else. Something more."

Demeter blinked, her hands slowly lowering to her lap. "What are you saying?"

Persephone took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "The nymphs told me how he was born. From your emotions, your longing for me. That's not how spirits are made, Mother. And then there's his growth, his presence—" She gestured toward the window, where the distant fields seemed to shimmer under the fading sun. "He's not just existing. He's... influencing the world."

Demeter's expression hardened. "Persephone, don't be ridiculous," she said, her voice laced with disbelief. "He's just a spirit. A reflection of my love for you, nothing more."

"No, he's not," Persephone pressed, stepping closer. "He's been unknowingly dictating the seasons, Mother. The heatwave last week? It wasn't random. It started the moment he and you argued. Don't you see it?"

Demeter stared at her daughter, her lips parting slightly, but no words came.

"You weren't paying attention because you love him," Persephone continued, her tone softening. "And I understand that. But Mother... ____ wasn't born like other gods or spirits. He's a force of nature, bound to an eternal cycle. He's not meant to just exist. He's meant to change. To evolve endlessly."

The room fell silent, the weight of Persephone's words pressing down like a storm cloud.

Demeter slowly sank into her chair, her hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the table. Her golden eyes shimmered, not with anger, but with the glint of unshed tears.

"No," she whispered, shaking her head. "T-That can't be true. He's... he's my ____. My little one. How could I not have seen—"

Persephone moved to her side, kneeling beside her, her hand resting gently on her mother's arm. "It's okay, Mother," she murmured. "No one could have known. He's something new, something none of us have seen before. You were blindsided. We all were."

Demeter pressed a hand to her forehead, her breath coming in short, uneven bursts. "What does this mean for him? For his future? What kind of life will he have if this is true?"

Persephone squeezed her arm gently, her voice steady. "It means we'll need to protect him. But it also means we'll need to let him grow, Mother. We can't keep him caged."

Demeter's shoulders sagged, her head bowing under the weight of her worry. "I just... I just wanted to keep him safe."

"I know," Persephone said softly, her hand moving to her mother's shoulder. "And you've done everything you could. But now, we need to figure out how to help him become who he's meant to be."

For a long moment, they stayed like that, the only sound the faint crackle of the fire.

Demeter closed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "What if the world isn't kind to him?"

Persephone leaned closer, her own voice quiet but firm. "Then we'll make sure he's strong enough to face it."

Persephone's words hung in the air, their meaning stretching far beyond the walls of the cottage.

Outside, the night was still, the only sounds the distant hum of cicadas and the faint rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. But the stillness was deceptive—it carried a tension, a weight that pressed against the earth itself.

You stood just outside the door, frozen in place, the faint flicker of firelight escaping through the cracks in the wood casting long shadows over the ground.

You hadn't meant to overhear.

You'd been on your way back to the cottage, your resolve shaky but present. It had been a week since the argument with Demeter, a week of uneasy silence between you.

You'd spent much of that time with Persephone, walking through the meadows and talking in quiet tones. She'd been gentle, careful, nudging you to understand the depth of Demeter's fear without invalidating your feelings.

"She doesn't mean to stifle you, ____," she had said one evening as you lay on the soft grass beneath the stars. "She's afraid. Afraid of losing you, just like she's afraid of losing me."

You hadn't wanted to hear it then, hadn't wanted to accept the truth in her words. But as the days passed, the edge of your frustration dulled, replaced by a quieter ache.

Tonight, you had finally gathered the courage to speak to Demeter again, to apologize—not for how you felt, but for how you had expressed it.

But now, as you stood outside, listening to the conversation unfolding within, you felt the world shift beneath your feet.

You heard every word. Persephone's quiet, insistent voice. Demeter's disbelief, her worry, her fear.

The pieces fell into place like the final strokes of a painting, revealing something you hadn't seen before—something that had been hidden in the spaces between what you knew and what you felt.

You weren't just a tree spirit.

You were something else entirely.

The truth was clear, but your mind didn't race. Your heart didn't pound.

You felt... nothing.

The information settled into you quietly, like a stone sinking into still water.

Your hand hovered just above the doorframe, but you didn't open it. Instead, you turned silently, stepping back into the night.

The cool air brushed against your skin as you made your way across the field, your steps light, your mind a careful blank.

You reached your tree without realizing how far you had walked, its familiar spiral trunk glowing faintly in the moonlight.

Without hesitation, you began to climb, your hands finding the grooves you knew so well. The bark was warm beneath your palms, a quiet comfort as you ascended to the hollow space at its center.

The hollow had always been your sanctuary.

The place where you had first emerged, where the cocoon had unfurled to reveal your form to the world. The space was smooth, shaped by time and nature into a cradle that fit you perfectly.

You curled up into a ball, your arms wrapped around your knees as you pressed yourself into the hollow.

The walls of the tree surrounded you, the scent of sap and earth grounding you, the faint hum of its energy lulling you into stillness.

You stared out at the moonlit world beyond the tree's branches, but your mind stayed fixed on the words you had heard.

"He's a force of nature, bound to an eternal cycle. He's not meant to just exist. He's meant to change. To evolve endlessly."

At first, you didn't react.

You didn't cry or scream or even think. You simply accepted the information, letting it sink into you like rain soaking into the earth.

But deep inside, a small crack began to form.

It wasn't visible, not even to yourself, but it was there—a fracture in the quiet certainty you had carried since the day you were born.

You'd always been different. But now, you knew you were something more.

What that meant, you didn't yet understand.

All you knew was that the world you had accepted as your own no longer fit.

And as you sat there, hidden in the hollow of your tree, the weight of that truth settled over you like the first chill of autumn—quiet, inevitable, and impossible to ignore.

A/N: will post the remaining chapters in an hour or two, finishing up any errors etc.

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anipgarden · 2 years ago

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*cracks knuckles* Alright everyone strap in.

Hi, I'm Ani, the appointed Milkweed Queen of several Discord group chats, and I'm gonna talk about some of my favorite types of milkweed because its Earth Day, I'm bored, and I had nothing else ready to post. Everyone ready?

I'm not going to give these a formal ranking, I'm just going to ramble about them.

We all know the important reasons to like milkweed--supporting Monarchs, feeding the pollinators, restoring native species to your local habitat and creating an environment for many creatures to live in, that's all fantastic obviously. With that established, this ranking system will have little to do with that. We're talking aesthetics, babey! And any fun facts I happen to toss in are, well, fun facts. If you learn about a new kind of milkweed from this, or want to chime in with your own favorites, by all means let me know!

Swamp milkweed (Asclepias incarnata)! If you've been following my blog for awhile, you likely know I've been on a Grand Quest to find, purchase, and/or grow swamp milkweed for a few years now. Honestly, though, who can blame me! Look at those vibrant pink flowers, contrasting with those bright green leaves! Love at first sight, I'm telling you. I've also heard that it smells like vanilla. Vanilla! It's also, reportedly, one of the few types of milkweed that excels in wet environments, and even though my environment isn't very wet, we stan a queen for that quality.

Whether you prefer to call it Sandhill Milkweed or Pinewoods Milkweed, Asclepias humistrata is a champion of sandy soils and also my heart. I hadn't looked too far into this species until late last year, when I was helping another friend look at different milkweeds, but how could I not look into this beautiful plant! With pink stems and veins as early as the seedling stage, pinkish-white flowers and a low-growing spread habit, I would be honored to grow such a specimen in my garden. Their inch-thick, foot-long tap roots help them to quickly spring back to life after a wildfire, providing important food and habitat for creatures returning to the area. How lovely!

Redring milkweed (Asclepias variegata) is another species I hadn't looked too far into until this year, and honestly at great detriment to myself. I'll be honest! I may have ignored this queen at first because I'm not big on white flowers, but those red rings...! Ooh, I want this so bad. The leaves are also fairly big and a lovely dark green, which just makes the white and red pop out more!

Heartleaf milkweed (Asclepias cordifolia) is honestly so iconic, I wish it was native to my region! If you live on the West coast... grow some for me please. How can you not love this specimen! Dusty green heart-shaped leaves directly attached to pink stems, these stunning deep reddish-purple flower clusters...! I continued following one of the most annoying people I'd ever witnessed on Instagram for two months just because I first saw this species in a tiktok of his.

Purple milkweed (Asclepias purparescens) is honestly just. A queen. What else is there to say? Look how purple she is! So purple I almost can't believe it's even real, and yet they are! Not native to my region, far as I know, which is a bummer. I've heard they're hard to grow, but if you can manage it? Share your secrets with the world, honestly, we need more of this plant in our lives.

Common milkweed (Asclepias syriaca) is honestly just a classic. I love the light pink of the flowers, and those leaves are huge! I've heard they spread like wildfire, but with clusters of blooms like this? How can you even be too mad about that?

Showy milkweed (Asclepias speciosa). Honestly I'm not going to pretend I was always crazy about this species, but the more I see it pop up on iNaturalist, the more I find myself growing fond of it. These flowers look like crazy fireworks, and honestly, kinda have to stan.

"Oh, Ani, you have so many lovely favorites! Do you have any least favorite--" Tropical milkweed, hands down. I appreciate it's value as more of a 'babys first milkweed' plant but I'm tired of seeing it everywhere, especially knowing it's a bit invasive in my area?

Anyways, these are some of my favorite milkweed species! What are some of yours?

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Hey there! Could you please do Onceler x Reader oneshot where they just do some fun gardening together? Maybe something like Oncie offering to help just to spend more time with his s/o? I just thought it would be cute!

I hope you have a great day!

hi! thank you, i hope you have a wonderful day as well <3

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰

— nurturing love

onceler x reader

the warm rays of sunlight filtered through the windows as you busied yourself in the garden, tending to your beloved plants. the vibrant colors and sweet scents filled the air, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. it was your sanctuary, a place where you found solace and joy. little did you know that you were about to have some company.

just as you reached for a watering can, you heard a familiar voice behind you. "need a hand there?"

startled, you turned around to find the onceler standing there, a charming smile on his face. he held a small basket filled with gardening tools, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"onceler! what a pleasant surprise," you exclaimed, unable to hide your delight. "i didn't expect to see you here."

he chuckled softly, stepping closer to you. "i couldn't resist the temptation to spend some time with you and your green friends. besides, i thought i could be of assistance."

you raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin forming on your lips. "oh, is that so? are you saying you wanna get your hands dirty, oncie?"

he feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "why, of course! i'm a man of many talents, and gardening happens to be one of them. plus, any excuse to be with you is a good one."

your heart fluttered at his words, feeling a warmth spreading through your entire being. you handed him a trowel from the basket, and together, you ventured into the garden.

as the two of you worked side by side, a comfortable silence enveloped you. onceler proved to be surprisingly skilled with the trowel, gently planting seedlings in the soil with care and precision. you couldn't help but be impressed.

"you're really good at this," you remarked, admiration lacing your voice.

he glanced at you, a modest smile playing on his lips. "i've had my fair share of gardening experience. but i gotta admit, it's much more enjoyable when i'm doing it with you."

the compliment made your cheeks flush pink, and you turned your attention back to your own task, attempting to hide your growing smile. together, you continued to nurture the plants, sharing tips and stories along the way.

as the hours passed, you found yourself thoroughly immersed in the shared activity. it was more than just gardening; it was an opportunity to deepen your connection with each other. the laughter and occasional playful teasing filled the air, creating a lighthearted atmosphere.

at one point, onceler accidentally tipped over a small pail of water, causing a spray of droplets to drench his clothes. he stood there, momentarily stunned, before both of you burst into laughter. his wet appearance only made him more endearing.

you couldn't resist, and you playfully flicked a droplet of water at him. "oops! looks like you've got something on your cheek," you teased.

he feigned surprise, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "oh, really? well then, i suppose it's only fair that i return the favor."

before you could react, he flicked a droplet back at you, and soon a friendly water fight ensued, leaving both of you laughing uncontrollably. the garden became a stage for your shared joy, a place where your connection blossomed alongside the plants.

eventually, as the sun began to set, you both sat on a bench, tired but content. the garden around you radiated with newfound life, the result of your combined efforts.

"that was fun," you admitted, leaning against his shoulder.

he wrapped an arm around you, his voice filled with warmth. "sure was. thank you for letting me be a part of your world, even if it's just through gardening."

you intertwined your fingers with his, relishing in the closeness. "anytime, oncie. gardening or not, i cherish every moment i spend with you."

and there, in the embrace of nature and love, you knew that this day would forever remain etched in your hearts as a testament to the beauty of growing together—both in the garden and in your relationship.

#onceler #y/n #reader insert #x reader #the lorax #onceler x reader #fluff #the onceler #CUTE #SO ADORABLE #i love oncie #so precious #ask #request

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monstergasm · 7 months ago

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A Riverside Meeting

[18+ fem!dryad x male!human]

(Light bondage, teasing, cuties <3)

Somewhere along the Blister River in the Kingdom of Segremor, the duellist Kraten Quild was on his way to visit his lover, the dryad known as Mintheph. She had told Kraten to return to her after his latest duel against a would-be challenger. Kraten’s visit was going to be one of passion between the two, and Mintheph had just the perfect plan in mind for them. The breeze blew through the trees as Kraten approached a small patch of familiar-looking jade-colored flowers. He knew he was near Mintheph’s grove.

Kraten walked alongside the calm riverbed, treading with ease amongst the gnarled roots and low-hanging branches. He had walked this path nearly 100 times before and hoped soon he would be able to bring Mintheph away from her grove to a place he wouldn’t have to walk so far to get to. As he crossed the threshold into the familiar clearing he laid his eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was barely shorter than him, just under six feet, with the most magnificent hair. Her long emerald-colored hair that reached the middle of her back was interspersed with various braids and tiny metallic ornaments shaped into leaves. Her skin was a lighter shade of leaf green that always made her appear vibrant and full of life, which she was.

Mintheph was expecting her lover and had felt him enter her grove. She was purposely found naked and on all fours while tending to some flowers, her rear pointed towards the entrance. She looked back at Kraten and admired his body. She loved his tall, unassuming frame. His posture often hid an underlying strength in his muscles from years of fighting. How he kept an almost perfect "worn-traveler" look was impressive, considering how little effort she knew Kraten put into his looks.

"Oh no, it looks like I've been caught-" Mintheph swayed her hips and crossed her ankles, "completely exposed." Kraten chuckled as he approached his mischievous lover, trying to stay composed but feeling his heartbeat quicken. "I see you want to get right to it then, did you not want to hear of my latest adventure?" Mintheph rolled onto her back and planted her feet on the ground, spread far apart. "I think you should do something else with your mouth before you start talking." Kraten had already unbuckled his chest piece and removed his shirt, revealing the strong and lithe body his craft demands. "I'm happy to oblige." He lay down on the soft clover and began kissing Mintheph’s inner thigh. Mintheph moaned, "I wanted you to kiss my lips you animal." All the same she grabbed his hair as he moved slowly towards her sweet spot.

Kraten stayed there for a time, circling around Mintheph's clit with soft kisses. Finally, he started to gently suck on it. Mintheph let out a yelp and pulled him up by his hair.

"Kiss me first, then you can keep going." Kraten was all too eager. He walked up on his hands to bring his face to hers, locking their lips and holding the passionate kiss for a few seconds. "I missed you Minty," he smiled softly at her. Mintheph giggled, "why do you keep calling me that? It's so embarrassing!" Kraten exaggeratedly looked around. "There's no one here to be embarrassed around, except your quiet nature spirits anyway." "Just because you can't understand them doesn't mean they don't tease me for the things you do." "Oh? What are they saying now?" "They're saying that for a duelist you're very clumsy." "Wh-" Mintheph used her hips to roll him onto his back, with her being on top now. "See?" Kraten was laughing. “I didn’t think I’d have to be on guard around you!” “Of course you do, I’m a terrifying denizen of the forest.” As she said this she ran her finger down his front and grabbed the buckle of his belt. “How dare you approach the queen of these woods with your pants on?” They laughed together. “I only just got here Minty, you got on top of me before I could really get ready.” Mintheph was already taking off his belt. “You should know to come prepared by now.”

Kraten felt something smooth and cool slide inside his waistband on both sides. Mintheph was already using her vines. As she finished undoing his belt the vines pulled his pants straight down, allowing Mintheph access to his manhood. She grabbed it carefully with her left hand.

“This is mine now, Kraten Quild, and the punishment for coming to my grove unprepared for sex is...sex.” She giggled as vines wrapped around Kraten’s torso and arms, pinning him to the ground. “Oh Queen Minty, you’re terribly cru-” Vines wrapped around his mouth, muffling his speech. “I said that was embarrassing! Now you are only allowed to watch as I pleasure myself with your cock.” She looked down at his rock-hard dick. “Oh? Did you want to be inside me already?” Kraten nodded vigorously. “Tell me how bad you need it.” He tried his best to talk through his gag of vines but could hardly formulate any coherent words. Mintheph lay on top of him to put her ear against his mouth. “What was that my adorable little pet?” As she spoke she slowly stroked his cock.

Kraten could feel how wet she was just from the small amount of contact he's had with her pussy so far. He sensed how excited she was and that she was drawing out her teasing to get him more excited.

"Come on Kraten, put it inside of me. I neeeeeed it." She continued hovering her waist just above his cock as he tried to thrust up to meet her. "Oops, you were so close that time. Need a little help?" She used her soft yet firm grip on the base of his shaft to hold him steady while she lowered herself onto him. "Right...there."

Kraten felt his tip go inside her, he was shuddering from the excitement and could hardly keep from trying to go a bit deeper inside the dryad. All the same, he didn't resist too much and instead opted to let Mintheph have her fun being on top.

Mintheph went slow to make sure she was in a comfortable enough spot before she started to really have fun with Kraten, even taking the time to kiss him along his neck while he could do nothing but look at her and moan.

"Oh you're so precious when you're stuck like this, the big scary duelist helpless in the hands of a dryad like me." She bit his collarbone to punctuate her words, leaving a sizable mark on the spot. She then lowered herself fully onto his cock, feeling his groin against her labia.

"Like that!" Mintheph started laughing again. Even so she closed her eyes as she moved back and forth on his dick, feeling the movements of his waist against her own. She kept at it that way for some time, getting more comfortable with the position she had chosen and how far she could reasonably move while keeping the dick inside of her.

Kraten was struggling against the bindings on his arms while letting Mintheph grind on him. The feeling of her soft body against his made it hard to focus on pretending to try and get out. The way she smoothly moved on top of him while running her hands over his chest was causing his heart to race faster and faster. He felt as if his chest might burst with passion.

When Mintheph started moaning Kraten responded with vigor.

Kraten began thrusting up into Mintheph as she rode him, causing her to lose her footing on the ground and slide all the way down his cock abruptly, which she had carefully avoided thus far. She let out a loud gasp as her knees landed on the clover bedding and her lower body was flush against her lover’s.

Mintheph could hear Kraten chuckling through the gag as he continued to thrust with enough power to lift her slightly in the air. She felt she should get off to teach him a lesson but she loved the feeling of him being inside her too much. She put her hands on the middle of his chest to balance herself while she controlled the rhythm more to how she wanted it to go.

Kraten felt the vines on him tighten and Mintheph pushing a little harder on his chest, he was pleased that she was enjoying herself and was ready for what was about to come.

Bright streaks of pink ran through Mintheph’s veins as she fed on the energy Kraten was willfully giving her. She started holding him down completely and using her hips to bounce on his throbbing cock. One hand on Kraten's neck she leaned in and whispered something aggressively in fey-speech.

Kraten, while unable to understand fey, knew she just told him that he wholly belonged to her and no one else.

She didn't let her desire to proclaim ownership detract from her fucking. She kept a firm hold on her lover and used his dick the way she wanted to, to their mutual enjoyment.

She looked deep into his eyes as he started breathing harder and straining more. His face was always so gorgeous when he was like this, the desire was readily showing itself on his face.

She could tell he needed her and it turned her on even more. She started doing slower, more deliberate movements on his cock, trying to get every inch of him inside of her.

Kraten wouldn't be able to last much longer, he was on the verge of finishing and doing his best not to show it otherwise Mintheph would-

Mintheph saw the expression on Kraten's face and, with great willpower, slid off his dick. "Aww, does my little pet want to cum." She said in a sweetly mocking sing-song voice.

Kraten's pleas were again muffled, his attempts to bring his cock back inside her were fruitless.

Mintheph threw her left leg back over his body so both her knees were against his side. She leaned down, pressing her breasts against her thighs and bringing Kraten's cock to her eye level. "Look at how it's throbbing, you must've been really close." She lightly brushed his dick with her fingertips, barely making contact with the skin. "Have you been eating sweet fruits like I told you to?"

He nodded enthusiastically.

"Good." With that she wrapped her dark green lips around the head of his member, still wet from when she rode him but a moment ago. She used one of her hands to play with his balls as she cleaned the pussy juice off with her tongue. She bobbed up and down slowly, never breaking eye contact with her partner.

He couldn't take it anymore, her lips were too soft, her tongue too careful, and her eyes too beautiful.

When he started involuntarily thrusting she placed his cock in the middle of her mouth, making sure all of the cum stayed behind her lips.

Kraten's body shook from the force he came with. He could feel it pool inside of her mouth as she stroked his shaft with her other hand, doing her best to get every drop out. It was a soul-draining piece of bliss.

She kept her head there until he finished cumming, when he finally stopped she slowly withdrew her lips from his cock and pursed them together. She looked straight up, opened her mouth widely, stuck out her pink tongue, and pushed her fingers into her mouth.

Kraten was mesmerized by the performance his lover was putting on. Mintheph used her fingers to play with strings of cum on her lips and a few times slid them down her throat, causing her to gag and lose a few drops. She did this for a minute or two, knowing full well she had Kraten's attention.

Finally Mintheph closed her mouth again and looked directly at Kraten. She took great joy in his expression when he saw her swallow his cum. To finalize the act she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out once more as if inviting him to place his cock between her lips again, showing that she did in fact swallow every drop of cum.

"Is that what you wanted?" "Mhmm." Kraten looked exhausted. "Now let's put your mouth to use, it's my turn."

The vines unraveled from around Kraten’s mouth, allowing him to take in a large breath of air. He caught his own breath as he saw the way Mintheph approached him, crawling seductively towards him. Her intentions were clear and he was all too excited for it.

Mintheph brought her ass over Kraten’s face before reaching back and grabbing his hair, "I have a treat for you." She said again in her all-too-sweet dominating voice.

Before he could respond she pressed herself against his lips, immediately feeling his tongue dancing on her.

"Mmm like that, keep doing that." She whispered.

Kraten did so, noting how she was starting to slowly grind against his tongue.

Mintheph suddenly felt Kraten's tongue go inside of her, it was a welcome feeling and one that pushed her to start moving her hips in rhythm with his licks.

Kraten loved the way Mintheph squeaked more often than she moaned, it showed her softer side that might be missed if one was just to observe how she acted during sex. She was squeaking reflexively now, the sound filled Kraten’s heart with a very warm and soft kind of love.

Mintheph could tell she was making the sounds again, she did her best to not do it too much but Kraten certainly knew what he was doing. She even covered her mouth because she found it embarrassing, which she acknowledged was ridiculous given how close they were. Still, she tried to maintain appearances out of habit.

She squeaked again.

Kraten started softly sucking on her clit, something he knew would get her over her own embarrassment. That's exactly what happened.

The sudden sensation almost shocked Mintheph into falling over, but she grabbed Kraten’s hair tighter, reached out with her other arm to steady herself, and moved her whole body against his mouth.

Kraten could hear Mintheph trying to say something in her "in-charge" voice but she was losing to her own pleasure.

Mintheph felt herself getting ready to cum, she gently squeezed Kraten’s head with her thighs and brought her clit against his tongue to the best of her ability.

"F-fuck."

After another moment she couldn’t help but squeeze a bit harder with her thighs as she felt her core tense up and release, causing her entire body to shake uncontrollably.

To her delight it was one of her orgasms that lasted more than a few seconds. It felt as if her entire spirit was lightening with the sudden release.

The air never smelled so nice.

She let the vines release Kraten as she collapsed on top of him. He took the opportunity to grab her and roll her over to the side, landing a passionate kiss on her as she landed.

"You'll never fail to surprise me Minty."

"Mmm, good, the element of surprise is one of my many qualities."

"Your qualities are uncountable my love."

She giggled, "if you say so."

They decided to lay there on a bed of clover, listening to the stream nearby and watching the pixies exit their boroughs for their midnight dance. This time, Kraten would get to stay for far more than just a day or two.

#monsterfucking #dryad #writeblr #creative writing #original character #smut #writing #romance

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