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phantomsies · 1 month ago

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die for me • a. artlert - kinktober part one

“..once I get inside, you’ll wanna die for me..”

kink: drug play

📝 other themes and things: producer/artist!armin, fem!black reader, drug use (coke use, percs in nether regions, you get my drift), fingering him for .2 seconds, mirror play, choking, oral sex (m. receiving), backshots, heavy kissing, squirting, spit play, pet names, prone bone

wc: 2.2K

📃 foreword: hi lovelies! just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to start fresh and supporting my work/transition throughout all of this. Also, being patient with me bc I’ve been slow as hell about posting again!

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euphoria. It’s a feeling of excitement that manifests in different forms..a sensation achieved by the best experiences. Some get there by taking substances, others through thrill seeking. And for Armin Artlert?

“Oh God…yeah, that’s it, beautiful. All the way down…”

it was the fulfillment of his carnal desires…a constant high he’d chase with liquor or whatever narcotic he was choosing to divulge in for the evening. Just one of his many, less than savory vices. He knew it wasn’t a lifestyle he could maintain forever..and hell, it may even catch up to him sooner rather than when he’d like. But for now, he was enjoying the chaotic ride and every bump it had to offer along the way.

“Ahh!—fuck…good girl. Now hold it..I know you can do it, baby. Just take that dick to the back of your throat f’r me..all the way.”

it was an evening like the many others (y/n) (l/n) spent in the company of the famed producer and notorious bachelor. You’d spent the entirety of your day seated in a high chair as makeup brushes patted your gorgeous face. That delicate crown filled with luscious, kinky curls sat atop your head and was styled for a photoshoot. It was in the midst of a break that you’d return to your dressing room, greeted by a dozen roses..along with the charming smile of your beau. He was adamant on the fact that he despised interrupting your work but he truly couldn’t help but to sneak in some quality time with you. It was widely out of character for him and quite frankly, hell had a better chance of freezing twice over than Armin being monotonous! However, you’d invoked quite the change in him and it was so obvious, it was almost laughable. He’d inform you that he wanted you to finish up your job without pause but tonight, he’d be coming to scoop you up and he wanted you all to his lonesome.

fast forward, and that plan became reality. Now here you were..being all but defiled on his bedroom floor as you sat with your thighs slightly spread and upright on your knees. Saliva had pooled and trickled down from your mouth to those plump breasts he adored. Your pretty face practically smeared with spit and his precum. A beautiful, delicious mess, all of his creation and he loved it.

“Here, open your mouth, beautiful.” “Mmmm..thank you...”

With that, he greeted you with another lob of spit whilst gently tugging your head back. That’s when you’d begin to devour that thick cock whole..from the base to the tip with little resistance. Swallowing every inch and allowing him to hollow out your throat as if it were nothing. It was no unbeknownst secret to him that you were pretty damn freaky of your own volition. Hell, there were instances that you’d made him tap out but you were on an entirely different wavelength at the moment. You were practically insatiable and Armin was enjoying every waking second of it! A grin would stretch from ear to ear on the producer’s face when you’d take his shaft into your palm and stroke it. Meanwhile, your lips suctioned around those swollen balls, alternating between them to place gentle kisses and licks along the veined perimeter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, baby. Oh my gosh, I love you..you’re going to make me come so hard, I swear..” his tone was almost desperate and whiny as you continued on. But perhaps, the best was yet to happen when he felt a foreign sensation emit throughout his body. Those gorgeous brown eyes had become dilated and you were practically unstoppable.

“Am I making you feel good, daddy? Like when I spit on this fucking dick for you?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re doing fucking amazing. Make sure you get all that precum too..”

So much so, that your head would completely lower onto his shaft, taking the entire thing down your throat and holding it in place with minimal gagging. You’d stay there for a few seconds longer before coming up and emitting heavy strings of saliva with you. Once you did so, strings of your bodily fluids would seep down his pelvis and once it did, you’d use that makeshift lubricant to tease his other entrance.

“Fuuuck! Baby… ‘S so good..swear I should marry you right now.”

Nearly reducing him to a babbling mess. Constantly doting on you as you awoke all of his carnal desires. Exploring and opening his eyes to things he’d never experienced. He’d had his fair share of sexual encounters but there wasn’t one girl who’d ever pushed the boundaries the way you had. He had fallen in love all over again at that moment. One could even chock it up the heightened sensitivity you gained when taking drugs. It were almost as if both of you were in another reality and completely out of your heads. He’d even sniffle a few times, wiping his nose from the powdery substance he’d consumed earlier. You on the other hand, had been given a pink tablet that had melted on your tongue and since, (y/n) had lost all sense of morality and self control. The only thing on your mind was fucking him until he passed out and vice versa.

What was even more attractive was that you hadn't stopped moaning around his shaft and stroking your clit since you’d been down there. Becoming increasingly more aroused and soon, you’d need something to fill that ache in your womb. Fingering yourself hadn’t been quite sufficient, despite your orgasm already. With a deviant grin on your face, you’d begin to giggle and lob more saliva around the entire area; even making slurping motions on his that sensitive sack.

“Yeah? I’ll really let you do whatever you want to me then.” Ironic considering that you had already surpassed limits that other girls wouldn’t dare. That’s when he’d lean forward and place a deep kiss onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth and clutched your throat in the process.

“That’s very..very good to know. Here, do me a favor and crawl over to the mirror, sweetheart. I’ve gotten something for you.”

suddenly, you were on all fours..swaying your hips as you followed his instructions. Like a lynx in the wild who couldn’t be tamed. His view was consumed with that round, plump ass and those fat pussy lips in the back and it was enough to make his cock twitch once more. Coated in precum and spit, Armin stroked himself, bucking his hips up into his palm before joining you on the floor. His knees were grazed by the furry carpet whilst he mounted behind you. The giant reflective glass perfectly captured both of your expressions in that moment. Grinning from ear to ear, completely dazed but certainly not confused. You both knew exactly what you wanted. Those pupils had become dilated and the surrounding areas bloodshot…

“Look at you..so perfect. You have no idea how beautiful you are, baby…” it was whilst he was talking, the desperate blonde reached over and retrieved another small baggy from the bed. It was just one of many substances he’d procured for the evening. Affectionately dubbing them his ‘party favors’. He’d usher you to back up against him as he maneuvered so that he was somewhat positioned underneath you. With your thighs spread to the opposite side of his own and that ass placed atop his crotch, Armin would place a hand into the center of your back to ensure that it was slightly arched.

“There we go, sweetheart…keep it just like that.”

Meanwhile, he’d run a singular thumb between your wet folds and that puckering asshole. All of it was so perfectly on display for him. Sucking his teeth, the famed producer would go on to extract the pill from the baggy before teasing it against that other entrance. It took a moment for you to get acclimated but it didn’t take long for the sensation to kick in. That puckering hole accepted it with ease and immediately began to take effect. Strings of your arousal were already leaking but once he inserted that tiny tablet, you were practically insatiable. That dazed expression on your pretty face became all but a permanent fixture…drool seeped from the corner of your mouth and your pupils remained glossed over.

“G-aghhh…I love it..makes me so fucking wet..”

Armin, becoming ecstatic at the sheer sight alone uttered a laugh as he navigated your hips until that dripping cunt was positioned right above the aching tip of his cock. “Yeah, you always did like these…I swear you’re the only person who would let me do some shit like this.” “Well you’re the only man I’ve met, willing to do it..so I guess it works out.” The two of you exchanged another set of laughs before the real action began.

“Can I put it in now, angel?..”

“I’d be pissed if you made me wait any longer..”

“Somebody’s eager..that’s my girl. Now stay still.”

foaming both at the mouth and entrance to be stuffed full of him, (y/n) would take a glance back and await his next move. Suddenly, you’d find yourself releasing a loud moan and arching your back even further as that swollen tip penetrated your hole. The initial feeling was like none you had ever experienced..it always was as if it were the first time with Armin. Hell, that’s just how amazing the sex was. But it was something about those substances coursing your veins and adding fuel to the fire that hit differently. In a matter of seconds, you were both trembling but could not stop. Slowly but surely, he’d feed you deep yet rhythmic strokes, trying to maintain his composure.

“Oh my gosh…look at how wet you are already, sweetheart. This pussy’s so creamy.”

Just as you were beginning to become acclimated with those strokes, Armin would increase his speed and begin to feed you more rhythmic thrusts. His hips snapping against your backside as he dug his nails into your flesh. The collision of that thick ass made it all but impossible for him to maintain his composure.

“Mmmmph..that dick feels so good..so deep in me..”

“Yeah? I’m not even in your spot yet and you’re already dripping. Might have to feed you some of this shit more often, baby.”

the soft whine escaping your lips as your head tilted back and it allowed him the opportunity to coil his hands around your throat. It was then that you were met with a slight hinge of aggression. Not in a violent or mean way but it was stemming from the fact that he was overstimulated. Those drugs were coursing through your systems at rapid speed so any sensation you felt was increased tenfold. Every thrust, every thrash, every touch and every glide in and out of those wet folds were driving him crazy! The same applies to you..every stroke became far more intense than the last and that ball of climatic energy began to swell in the pit of your stomach, ready to burst at any second. Strings of dripping warmth began to stain his exposed thigh and the carpet underneath your clashing bodies. Before long, those minimal droplets would expand to a large puddle as he caught a glimpse of your face in that mirror…you’d watch your own reflection as your body jolted around and suddenly your eyes were at the back of your head.

“Shit! I’m fucking coming!..”

“Theeeere we go, sweetheart. Squirt on that fucking dick..good girl.”

Whilst you released a heavy stream of warm juices, Armin would keep a light grasp on your hips as he allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Those sweet moans and shrill cries pooled out along with those divine droplets of your bodily nectar. It wasn’t long before you’d find yourself writhing around underneath his entire body weight though…as he had maneuvered you into a prone bone position shortly after. Pinning those wrists behind your back, Armin would then plank himself atop of your trembling frame; bucking those hips against the rippling flesh of your ass. The sight of that recoil alone was enough to make him reach his own peak. But alas, he’d maintain his stride a little bit longer. After all, neither of you had any plans of quitting any time soon…the adrenaline of the moment and the influence of those substances were keeping you both amplified beyond what should have been normal human capacity. But perhaps, the strongest one of all flowing throughout your veins was pure, unadulterated lust!..an insatiable desire for one another that couldn’t be kicked with the strongest of rehabilitation. It was a night that had only reached its beginning stages and who knew what lay in wait next…

“I’m gonna play in all these pretty holes, baby…I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. Not gonna stop until we pass out..you know how I like it.”

and it was a venture that you were looking more than forward to!

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shadowvalkyrie · 3 months ago

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There are a lot of things about Taskmaster that feel very... culturally British. That mixture of extreme silliness with occasionally very dark humour for example.

Or the particular tone of affectionate bullying and the way it's (mostly) taken in good humour. (And expected to be taken in good humour, even when it hits a nerve. Something that caused quite a bit of bad blood between the Brits and the Germans in my former workplace, because we generally don't shrug off insults that easily.)

But I think one difference is sort of... simmering under the surface in ways that aren't immediately obvious to international audiences (and makes me wish I was still writing uni papers, because it would be a GOLDMINE), is how much of the humour is based on the British class system.

I mean, the basic premise of "tyrannical taskmaster makes people jump through arbitrary hoops for his favour and then belittles them for doing so" is already something only an audience with a slightly monarchical bend would accept unquestioningly. Add to that the way the Taskmaster/Assistant relationship is set up... Let's just say it fetishises a social dynamic that doesn't exist in quite the same way elsewhere.

Which I think may partially explain why so many people seem to be oblivious to the D/s undertones. -- Of course it's often kink-blindness on the part of non-kinky people, but I strongly suspect it's helped along by the cultural perception of what constitutes an acceptable power differential acting as a buffer to seeing anything off about it. The threshold for when it becomes weird is different.

Now, I think (and since I'm not British, do correct me if I have it wrong!) a key part of what makes the basic premise funny to British audiences (and differently from how it's funny to international ones) is the way cultural expectations of power vs submission are subverted.

Purely based on accent? Alex is the posh one. By miles. And Greg -- very pointedly! -- doesn't do the matching Fauxbridge that most viewers would probably expect from someone presented in a position of authority (or even just a "neutral" BBC accent). It seems bizarre from a foreign point of view, but I've found that this kind of discrepancy immediately and viscerally registers with Brits. (It's uncanny how little it takes, too -- ask your favourite non-TM-aware English person to just listen to the different ways they say "taskmaster" and they will extrapolate things you cannot even imagine.) Instead of just the regional connotation, there are always implications of class and social status to an accent that are absolutely baffling to the unaware.

Add the fact that Greg Davies is from Wales, and a lot of English people have a weird colonial superiority complex towards Welsh people to this day... It's enough to make all these obvious gestures of devoted subservience from Alex very unexpected and therefore funny.

(Also notice how it adds interesting layers to Katherine Ryan buying Greg a fake lordship title? And makes it funnier in a way she may not even have fully been aware of herself, being Canadian? It's delightfully irreverent and pokes fun at the whole system.)

My guess is that this is also why the studio audience's reaction to linguistics-based jokes is always so strong. Lets take the recurring bit about Alex correcting Greg's grammar. To an international audience, the main joke is that Alex is a nerd and cares too much about grammar, with maybe a side of him being a smartarse towards his boss in a potentially ill-advised way. But to a British audience, the level of audacious insubordination implied there? Much stronger. Wildly offensive thing to do. (And a level of arrogance that is extra hilarious coming from someone shown to be sleeping in a dog bed.)

The same mechanism also puts Alex's snide little asides towards contestants with regional or "urban" accents into perspective. Offensive dick move on his part? Oh yes, extremely. But the audience is very much not supposed to be on his side in this. He's being a bigoted little bully, and either the contestants get to humiliate him in retaliation (it's certainly not a coincidence that the Welsh and Irish contestants are generally the ones having the most fun putting him in his place) or Greg calls him out on it in the studio. In a society in which Alex's brand of micro-aggression is still incredibly commonplace and accent discrimination a widely accepted default, it's actually very cathartic to see it openly acknowledged and condemned.

I mean Tumblr obviously loves Alex, because he's cute and funny and we love the Greg/Alex D/s thing (I'm definitely guilty of this as well), but we have to remember that -- in the context of the show's premise -- his character is supposed to be pathetic and ridiculous, so when Greg does the "next to me a man who once told me while drunk that he thinks regional accents are inversely correlated to intelligence" intro thing, we're meant to see it as an asshole opinion that is actually unacceptable to hold and no one in their right mind would openly admit to. So Greg is humiliating Alex by (supposedly) exposing him as someone who would spout that kind of opinion. (Same as the jokes about Alex's misogyny. I see people criticise these jokes all the time, but I think that's because they refuse to understand how the underlying mechanism actually works and take them at face value as the real Alex's actual opinion, rather than something deliberately assigned to his in-show character to make a point about them being terrible.)

#taskmaster #meta #language geekery #take it with a grain of salt #I'm looking at this from a foreign point of view here

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daughter-lilith · 26 days ago

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BG3 Male Companions x Fem!Reader

And Then There Were Four...

Explicit ❕❗❕❗18+

Summary: You're the Queen of a great nation in Faerûn. You have no problem ruling alone, but lately, you've found your desires aching for a partner, a husband, a king. Once word spread of a famed competition to win your affection, hundreds of thousands answered the call. And finally, at last, the final four remain: Halsin, Wyll, Gale, & Astarion.

The end of the challenge is here, and with the help of your ladies, only one shall win your hand. And you cannot wait to get started...

Word Count: 11.2k

Idk where this idea came from, but I hope you have fun!😘 ao3 if you prefer.

“Ah, the final four at last.” The sound of your sultry, regal voice drifted down the many steps from your throne, echoing sweetly off the high ceilings of the throne room’s walls. Your mouth slid into a half smile, eyes sweeping across the focused gazes of the men who stared forward, waiting to be granted permission to gaze upon you directly.

On each side of the room, large, golden pillars separated the massive windows adorned with sparkling jewels and glittering magic. The day’s light peered through one side of the windows, casting a warm golden glow across the room. Dozens of knights stood on guard at the foot of the throne, the aisle leading up to it, and a few at each of your sides. To your immediate right, a flowery aroma wafted around you as Shadowheart, your Hand, leaned down, whispering near your ear.

“Nearing the end already it seems. Such fun this has been.” Her breath smelled like rich wine, and you just barely caught sight of her silver hair slipping over her shoulders.

With a closed grin, you simply nodded and kept your attention focused on your waiting suitors. At the end of the steps, Minthara, one of the prestigious members of your honor guard glanced over her shoulder; her vibrant, crimson eyes meeting yours in a silent question.

You nodded once, feeling the fine jewels on your ears dangling softly. Settling into the comfort of your throne, your heart rate picked up in anticipation as you watched.

After Minthara returned a subtle nod, she turned to face the four men, putting her arms behind her back as she stepped forward and began to speak.

“Two tendays ago, the court sent out a message across Faerûn, ordered by our Queen. She has opened her heart to finding a satisfactory husband. A partner. A valiant equal. Thousands answered the call, including you…” She sauntered towards the start of the line, to the first waiting gentleman, and leisurely made her way down the lineup. “Halsin Silverbough, The Archdruid… Wyll Ravenguard, The Grand Duke… Gale Dekarios, The Archmage… Astarion Ancunín, The Vampire Magistrate.”

You watched Minthara analyzing them, tilting her head from time to time, and could only imagine the scrutinizing gaze she pierced into them. Then she returned to her starting place, the light reflecting over the red and silver jewels adorning her sides. Each of the men stood still, hands folded at their back, chests slowly rising and falling.

A soft sigh flowed from your lips as you crossed one leg over the other, eyes sweeping past them. They were all so different, all hailing from different regions and lifestyles. The vampire’s eyes reminded you of Minthara’s, but they were brighter, and you craved to see how they looked up close, with the light shining down on them.

The Duke was most intriguing. You had heard of a man once human then half turned into a tiefling. But you didn’t expect that very man to ever be standing before you, pursuing you, with horns adorned in fine jewels and one red eye that could tell so many stories.

The Archdruid’s appearance enchanted you, never had you laid eyes on such an elf before. You heard whispers from time to time, and the gossip had never been more correct. And so far, he seemed as strong in mind as he was in body.

And the Archmage was brimming with fascinating power. Even now, as he stood, silent and at the ready, you could almost feel the magic dancing just beneath his fingertips, ready to please you.

The sound of Minthara’s voice stirred you from your thoughts, and you reverted your attention to the task. Her voice filled the massive chamber, echoing down the room.

“You were among the many who answered the call. You traveled far, out of your own free will, and you have freely given your consent to earn the affection of our queen. You have succeeded in the challenges thus far. You have performed your personal artistry for the Queen. You have fought your challengers for the queen. You have bled for the queen. And now, you will do one last task for the queen…”

When she finished speaking, she took two steps to the side, allowing Lae’zel, the captain of your guard, to step forward.

Lae'zel coolly carried her great silver sword diagonally across her front, her hands gripping the hilt. She rolled her arms back, lean muscle flexing lightly.

“But before we proceed further,” she began, “like all times before, we will remind you that you may walk away before we begin. You are free to march out of those doors, leave the palace, and on orders of the queen, no harm will come to you for your early departure. So, for the last time, if you remain here for the final challenge, you will do whatever your queen asks of your mind and your body. You will oblige. You will obey. You will fulfill. And should you be chosen, you may take your place by our Majesty’s side. Or…you may leave. Do you accept?”

You leaned forward a little, heart thundering. Oh please accept. You would honor your orders and ensure no harm came to them if they chose to leave, but you eagerly hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. And as though the gods themselves felt your desires, in unison, the men bowed their heads. “I accept.”

An almost shuddering breath flowed from your lips, the excitement threatening to be too much to bear, but you quickly calmed yourself. You were a Queen after all, and one of such status should display some decorum.

Lae’zel and Minthara each walked off to the side, opposite of each other to give you a full, uninterrupted view of the final four.

“You may gaze upon me,” you said, the regality of your tone filling the chamber.

The four men roved their eyes up at you, lifting their chins slightly. A readiness reflected deeply in their eyes, a silent desire to follow your every command, to earn the highest favor. You hummed slowly, the sultry sound smooth and calming.

Taking a deep breath, you curved your lips into a tender smile. “My final four, it brings me great pleasure to see you make it this far. You have impressed me with your magic, your strength, and your words, but there is one more assessment you must partake in first. One more test of compatibility before committing myself to you... One of you will be my chosen, but the remaining three will leave here with memories that will live on until your last breath.”

As you closed your speech, the men hung on your every word, their gazes never leaving you. When you next spoke, your commands were for the selected guards, handmaidens, and servants waiting for their instructions. “Prepare them for the final challenge. Bring them to me when they are ready.”

After a few bows and a chorus of ‘yes, my queen’ and ‘Your Majesty’, the men were rounded up and led towards a side door that left the throne room.

As they exited, you felt yourself shiver in anticipation, your mind visualizing all sorts of wonderful, delectable images. Oh how quickly this challenge was coming to an end. And by the end of the night, you’d have your king. But first…

To your left, Karlach, your personal guard spoke up, her energy lively. “Ready to head to your chambers?”

You glanced up at her, a knowing smile on your face. “I am.” Then you rose, and the entire room stood at attention.

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The cool breeze caressed your cheeks as you stood on your balcony, one hand on the stone railing. Golden hour had approached as you took an admiring glance over the marvelous, thriving acropolis of your palace. You took another sip of your dark wine, the rich taste with a hint of sweetness warming your throat. Another gentle breeze tickled your skin, fluttering right through the thin fabric of your robe.

You closed your eyes, inhaling a deep breath of the fresh air. You had prepared for this day, mentally and physically, eagerly watching the challengers' numbers dwindle as you got closer to it. And now, at last…

A single knock from behind had you turning towards the sound.

“My Queen,” Karlach said. “Minthara says they’re ready for you.”

Your lips curved into a lustrous smirk. Taking one last sip of your wine, you set the golden goblet on the table and slipped past Karlach, sauntering back into your large room.

Bare feet touched marble floors as you moved across the lavish room. Tall, floor-to-ceiling curtains from the balcony lazily fluttered inward on the breeze, brushing past stone pillars. The smell of various incense and lavender touched your nose as you strolled towards the large bed at the center, the back against the wall. White, sheer curtains hung half-folded along the sides of the bed, dripping over lush black and purple sheets.

Off to the side of the room, you shared glances with Shadowheart and Lae’zel, sending them a quick nod.

You reached the end of your bed, then walked up the three steps leading to it and turned around. On the far end of the room, tall, double doors remained shut. And at their side, Karlach stood, tall and at the ready.

Slowly, you rolled your neck around before sighing contentedly. The fluttering in your stomach began, your heart hastened and your skin prickled.

Taking a seat at the end of your bed, one leg resting atop the other, you idly played with your long nails. And before you spoke, your lips curved into a desirous smile. “Send them in.”

Immediately, Karlach turned and pulled one of the large doors open. It groaned lightly as it moved, and you could see Minthara ushering the final four inside before she retreated, closing the door behind her.

You inhaled a deep breath, fighting the urge to bite your lips as you took them in. Stripped to nothing but their underwear, they each strolled in with sure steps, chins high, and with eyes only for you.

Shadowheart guided them on where to stand, while Karlach remained guarding the door. Once the men were aligned, side by side, some dozen or so feet away from you, you once again graced them with your voice.

“Ah, how lovely to see you again, my final four.”

You paused, taking a moment to rove your gaze over their bodies: every line, dip, and curve. Your gaze was shameless, smiling as you swept your eyes over their underwear and the teasing bulge tucked just beneath. You wondered for a moment, just how thick those bulges could become – but you were getting ahead of yourself, there was plenty of time this evening…

“Archdruid Halsin,” you sang, meeting the imposing elf’s eyes. “Take a step forth.”

Halsin did as he was told, taking a single step out of the line, slightly rolling his shoulders as he came to a stop. What a sight he was, his large frame such an anomaly, but one that you more than appreciated. A crimson tattoo swirled in lazy patterns down the right side of his face. You could see it slithering down his neck, and halfway down his right arm. Very thick arms complemented by thick thighs, and bulging veins made this large elf. Dark hair streaked across his chest and abdomen, also touching his arms and thighs. A pleasant sight.

“I’ve heard many tales, rumors, and the like about you,” you began, keeping your gaze locked onto the attentive druid. “One in particular that baffles me, is your apparent drive to roam freely, that your…nature never settles. So tell me, Archdruid, why did you answer the call? Why do you seek my hand?”

The Archdruid cleared his throat, and when he spoke, the deep timbre of his voice rolled throughout the chamber. “That was my life, my queen, for a time at least. But I have lived a long time, and my nature has called for me to plant its roots. It longs for the kind of connection it cannot find while roaming.” He paused for a moment, and the faintest hint of a smile touched his lips, confident. “And now nature has led me to you. You are all I want, my queen, and should your path also lead you to me, well, my dedication to you will know no limits. The Oakfather himself could not break it.” His irises flickered gold as he finished, and you couldn’t help the light chuckle of both pleasure and flattering amusement that hummed from your throat.

You glanced at Lae’zel, giving her a graceful wave and terse nod. In response, she stepped towards Halsin and silently guided him back in line. He bowed slowly before retaking his place.

You looked towards Wyll. “Come, Grand Duke,” you said, and the partial human, partial tiefling stepped forward, confidence oozing down his shoulders as the sunlight reflected over the gems and jewels decorating his curved horns.

The golden light also blanketed part of his warm, deep brown skin, accentuating all the ridges, scars, and lines of lean muscle. It bathed him in the most beautiful glow. Part of you wondered what he looked like before the change, but you loved the wide curve of his horns and the unique dips in his skin due to the ridges. You were sure this form was meant to be a curse, and yet your eyes took great pleasure in what stood before you.

“Wyll, you are no stranger to courtly duties and status. I am sure you have had many suitors yourselves, many hoping to be noticed by you. To take your place at my side would mean to move on from Baldur’s Gate, a city you grew up in and fought so hard for. Are you truly prepared to leave it all behind, to pass on your title?”

With no hesitation, the Grand Duke nodded his head twice. “I am. The Gate has been my home for as long as I can remember, and I have done much for that city. But now my heart answers to a greater calling; to find my home in something far superior, a home that is at your side. I know our achievements will reach far beyond the Gate. I know our bond will thrive, standing the test of time.”

You grinned, swaying your legs lightly. “Mmm, we shall see if it will…Wyll.”

He belted into a soft laugh, grinning. “And I happen to know my way around the ballroom, should you ever wish to twirl beneath the chandeliers.”

With a light but welcoming laugh, you signaled Lae’zel once again. As Wyll returned to his place, you met eyes with the famed wizard.

“Gale of Waterdeep, a master wizard.” You curved your index finger, curling it towards you, and the Archmage came forth.

A dark marking, like an orb or a fireball falling from the sky, traced from the top of his left collarbone to the top of his chest. It looked faded, washing into his smooth skin. Like the Archdruid, faint strands of hair decorated his chest. You made a soft hum in surprise, roving your eyes down his torso. His abdomen was surprisingly taut for a non-warrior, and when you met his gaze, there was a smirk dipped into his cheek at your wandering eyes.

You tapped your nails along your knee. “You were once involved with Mystra, on a more… intimate level, correct?”

Gale nodded once. “Correct, my queen.”

“Hmm, then I can only imagine why you seek my affection – my heart. Surely after embracing the arms of a goddess, one cannot outmatch that, no?”

The smirk in his mouth smoothed out, and the confident glint in his eyes became serious. “I worked under Mystra, then I shared her bed, her heart, but never as her equal but as a plaything she took interest in. After our parting, my only goal was to turn my heart back to its first love: magic.” He glanced away for a mere second, before looking at you again, eyes softening. “But my heart was missing something, the chance for true love, deserved love. You are my queen, but as your husband, you will be my goddess.”

A warm flush spread across your skin at his words, and your eyes narrowed in appreciation. Another signal at the captain of your honor guard, and Gale reclaimed his place in line. Then last, but so far from least, you finally eyed the vampire.

“The Vampire Magistrate, let us speak,” you softly commanded.

With an almost sultry saunter, Astarion ambled forward just as the gentle breeze brushed through his bright, silver hair, shaking a few curls. His pale skin seemed even paler with the light illuminating the side of his body. Completely hairless, it came as no surprise that his physique was fitting of an elf-turned-vampire, lean and tight, sculpted in all the right ways. Vibrant, red eyes gazed at you, and your breath nearly hitched at the tantalizing sight.

“Astarion,” you began, tilting your head slightly. “The vampire who is neither spawn nor ascendant, and yet basks in the glory of the sun. When I was told a vampire would be seeking my hand, I almost didn’t believe it. Is it just my heart you seek, or is it what my heart pumps throughout this body, every second, every moment?”

He let out a rhythmic chuckle, giving you a peek of the fangs within, sharp and pure white. “Well, my dear mesmerizing queen,” a charming finesse dripped from his tongue. “While I have no doubt what flows within your body is…quite delectable, I have admired you for quite some time. Your grace, your wisdom, your ability to lead and unite the realms, it is fascinating. Most admirable. And there is no other person I would trust, nor want, to warm this chilled heart.”

Quite unexpecting words from the charming vampire, but your smile was hard to conceal. With a wave, you had him ushered back in the line with the other three.

Taking a deep breath, you rose to your feet, the silk of your robe moving with you. “Your words touch me, and I am more than pleased that you succeeded your competitors. But before I allow one of you to forever have me, the four of you must first share… Consider it a gift for making it so far.”

You reached for the strap around your waist and pulled it, unraveling it with ease. Bringing your hands to the middle of your robe, you pulled it apart, letting the slippery silk fall to your feet. Completely naked before them, you arched your back to accentuate your chest, already feeling your nipples becoming taut.

The men remained silent as they watched you, save for the quiet gasps and shudders of breath.

Halsin’s eyes flashed a brief light of gold, his mighty stance shifting. Wyll’s gaze seemed to struggle to stay on your eyes, his parted lips and thickening bulge betraying him. The tiniest sparks of electric blue fluttered at Gale’s fingertips, and he clenched his fists, tracing you with his eyes. The red in Astarion’s eyes seemed darker, pooling with brazen lust. You caught him giving a brief lick to one fang.

Pleased, you sat down on the soft bed, resting your feet on the step just below. “My final four, I adore the pretty words that leave your tongue, but now you must show me just how skilled that tongue is by itself.” Slowly, you leaned back on one elbow, spreading your legs apart, gracing them with a view of your most intimate place. “But no fingers here.” You tapped your nails lightly down your moist center.

“Archdruid, you may come to me.” Your voice was breathy, sensual, as you locked eyes with the large elf.

Behind him, you noticed Lae’zel and Shadowheart pulling the other men off to the side but keeping them in the room.

Large, slow yet purposeful strides closed in on you as Halsin made his way to you. He stopped at the bottom of the two steps, towering over you. Your heart quickened at the sight, how large and imposing he was this close, hazel eyes glistening with desire; a dim gold that threatened to burn again. He wasn’t touching you, but you could already feel the warmth that exuded from the old druid, aching to wrap you into it. Then, he lowered onto his knees, eyes on you the entire time, and tentatively reached to touch your thigh.

Halsin leaned near the side of your thigh, and you could feel his warm breath brushing against you. He moved closer, then paused, eyeing you in a silent question.

“Go on, Archdruid,” you whispered, encouraging.

He grinned, a few fine lines dipping into his cheeks. “As you wish, my queen.”

Large hands gripped your thighs, spreading you even wider. It was such a simple touch and yet the warmth, the strength, already had you biting your lips. A warm mouth kissed your inner thigh lightly, testing and learning. A shiver rushed down your back as warm breath brushed past the area you ached most, and another soft kiss pressed into your thigh. A long, satisfying hum flowed from your lips as a large, flat tongue pressed against your waiting vulva, starting from the space between your two holes, and languidly sliding up to your waiting clit. His entire tongue covered you, immediately coating you with his warm saliva.

A deep, pleasurable groan rumbled from the druid’s throat, reverberating up your body. Keeping his hands firmly on your thighs, his tongue wasted no time dipping between the tender folds of your labia, before the point of his tongue poked and pressed over your now swollen clit. A soft moan sang from your lips at the throbbing sensation, and Halsin responded by sucking purposefully, exploring the different pitches and sounds he could pull from you. You gasped as the tip of his tongue suddenly dipped inside you, worming its way as far as it could go.

“Mmm.” Your moans were a rising chorus now, bouncing off the gold and alabaster-painted walls. One hand reached for Halsin, slipping through the soft tresses of his hair where you dug your nails in.

Another groan, almost growl vibrated against you, and he gripped your thighs harder, exploring you deeper, drinking all of you he could. Toes curling, your lips were left parted, sighing unabashedly at the tingling sensations firing through you while the Archdruid continued to tongue-fuck you. Higher and higher were your pitches, until a flood of the most familiar, most pleasurable sensations washed down your core, spraying the druid who happily welcomed your fountain. Panting heavily, you trembled slightly as Halsin lapped you up, leisurely cleaning you with his tongue the way a cat would.

With the bottom of your foot, you gently but intentionally nudged his back. Halsin looked up at you, and your breath caught at the shining, golden eyes caught in a web of lust, staring up at you. It was a most alluring sight, stoking new fires within you.

It reminded you that you weren’t finished yet, for the day was long. With an aroused breath, you tried your best not to speak too shakily. “Thank you, Archdruid.”

Almost reluctantly, Halsin rose to his full height, his lips glistening as he stared down and bowed at you. Stealing a glance at his underwear, a wet stain had collected against a large, stiff shape. You smiled, tilting your head to the side as a signal to join the others.

“Bring me the Duke,” you instructed.

A light shuffle of feet sounded before you noticed Shadowheart politely guiding the Grand Duke to the bottom of your bed. She glanced at you from behind him, bowing lightly with a knowing smile.

Wyll’s horns seemed even larger from this short distance, and you couldn’t help but wander your eyes down his chest, steadily rising and falling as old scars were illuminated by the light. Your gaze unabashedly dropped to the hard mound hidden beneath red underwear.

Swaying your knee slightly, you readjusted your weight on your elbows. “The Archdruid cleansed me before your arrival, but can you sully me up again, Grand Duke?”

Wyll smirked, his one, almost glowing red eye holding your gaze. Then, he dipped into a formal bow like he was offering you a dance. “It would be my utmost pleasure.” Rising, he took one step up, then another before gracefully lowering down on one knee. The bracelets and jewels adorning his horns jangled a little, sparkling in the golden light filling half the room.

As he lowered towards you, you’re able to better see the ridges and scars along each side of his neck, and you can’t help but reach out, gently running a hand down the lines. Wyll closed his eyes at your touch, his mouth partly open. His scarring was rough against your fingers, something of an incredible story behind those markings. Pulling away, you leaned back on your elbow.

Wyll peered at you just as you nodded towards your moist flesh. “You may feast, Grand Duke.”

Wyll dipped his head towards your navel first. Warm lips kissed your soft skin, gentle and polite. Your skin prickled behind his touch, and pleasurable flutters filled your belly. A soft sigh radiated from your lips as you closed your eyes and settled into this sense of calm and gentleness, wondering if his tongue would be just as gentle.

It was not.

Once his lips closed over your clit, the pressure from his tongue and inside of his mouth was immediate. Your eyes shot open at the sudden sensation, the Grand Duke giving you no time to lull into the gradually rising pleasure. Instantly, your toes clamped as he tasted you ruthlessly, hungrily, like you were the first source of nourishment he had in days. Wyll’s head tilted side to side, sloppily tasting and sucking your already so tender flesh. His hands gripped the sheets next to your thighs, and you could tell he so desperately wanted to add his fingers to feel you, dip inside you, but you were more than pleased that he abided by your one rule.

Your loud whimper echoed across the chambers as his tongue continued to absolutely suck you swollen. You reached forward, grabbing both of his horns, and pushed his face deeper onto your flesh, so wet and dripping, slathering yourself over him. Wyll groaned quietly, never giving your clit a moment’s reprieve. Before long, a familiar feeling buzzed down your navel, making your legs tremble as you were brought to another peak.

Catching your breath, you released your grip on his horns as Wyll’s tenacious tongue finally relaxed against you. Like the Archdruid before him, he quietly ran his tongue over you, catching your fluids. You took him by one horn again and gently nudged him back. “Much appreciated, Grand Duke.”

With a lazy wave from you, Lae’zel came forward this time, guiding Wyll to his feet. He bowed deeply, then returned to his place.

Before your next contender, you rotated your neck and then inhaled deeply, calming your heart. With a whisper, you spoke a short incantation and pressed two fingers over your lower abdomen. A cool sensation spread through you instantly, reawakening your senses as it sped up the resolution phase. Already, your once swollen clit calmed, and your heart did not pace as fast. But this stage, to your hope, wouldn’t last for long.

“The Wizard, please,” you said, feeling recharged.

It took no time to watch silver hair pass by the sheer curtains on the side of your bed, emerging into view alongside the famed Archmage. Shadowheart waved lightly, leaving you with the wizard. As he sauntered over you, a very knowing smirk seemed permanently curved into his face. For a man who once laid with a goddess, you could practically touch the confidence oozing from the powerful wizard.

You spread your legs wider, drawing his eyes towards your slick center. “Tell me, Archmage, will you worship me?”

Gale roved his eyes back to yours, the desire and determination in his eyes ever present. “There’s nothing that would give me greater pleasure.”

The wizard kept his gaze on you, sauntering forward before sinking to his knees. He dipped forward, the day’s light shining over his dark brown tresses with faint hints of silver swirling into his mane. A soft hand slid under your knee, lifting your leg to rest over his shoulder. The rate of your heart began to pick up again and you could already feel your feet twitching to curl at the promised sensations to come.

Gale hovered towards your waiting sex, looking up at you. “If I may for a moment…”

You quirked your brow as you watched him keenly. He closed his eyes and a stream of subtle whispers flowed from his lips. Blue-white mist wafted from his mouth in a beautiful cloud. He exhaled and a sudden gasp escaped your throat. A cool, near-icy sensation spread over you, and you nearly lost the footing of your other leg resting on the top step. Gale chuckled lightly, picking up your other leg to rest on his shoulder as well. You threw your head back as his mouth kissed your chilled lips, but it was strangely pleasant, electric even as his icy tongue slithered between your lips. His head moved back and forth, tongue lathering you sweetly.

You bit your lips, panting at the dozens of sensations bubbling through you. And when he dipped his tongue inside, you yelped, the contrast of his cool tongue and your hot walls overwhelming. His tongue swirled inside of you before tracing up and in between your labia, leaving all sorts of tingles and prickles over your wet flesh as your clit throbbed in his mouth. You gazed up at the high ceilings, fingers clenching as you approached the top of an icy mountain. Belly tightening, toes curling, a shattering moan escaped your lungs. The coolness of Gale’s tongue shifted into a soothing warmth. He swiped tender, lazy licks over your sensitive, wet lips before sealing his work with a kiss.

“My queen,” Gale smiled, cheek and chin glistening with your juices.

Like clockwork, Lae’zel came behind him. “Chk,” she sounded, waiting for him to rise. He gently lowered your legs off him before standing.

Coming down, you focused on leveling your breathing before speaking. “Many thanks, Archmage.”

With a respectful bow, he was escorted off to the side.

You locked eyes with vibrant, crimson gems and curled your finger towards you in a silent calling. With smooth finesse, light footsteps almost glided across the floor as the vampire made his way to the steps leading to your bed. Your heart leaped as his glimmering; red eyes drank you in. You had never been intimate with a vampire before, and your body couldn’t quell its excitement. The day’s light shined over his pale skin, piquing your curiosity as to how he managed to walk in the daylight. Perhaps a spell, maybe something to do with the silver ring he wore. But such questions were less important at present.

You noticed his chest wasn’t moving as you looked down at him with a desirous mien wrapped in a box of pure confidence. Dripping, you slid your finger down between your folds then leisurely back up again, feeling how moist you were, your body’s warmth fully returned. “Will you show me your teeth, vampire?”

Astarion’s smile dipped further into his cheek, and he quickly teased you with a show of his fang as his tongue flicked over it. “With pleasure,” he near-whispered, never dropping his gaze.

But instead of moving towards you, he remained still as a statue, eyes still locked on you as you waited. You quirked a brow, wondering what ruminated in this vampire’s mind as he left you waiting. But before you could settle into confusion, before you could call him to you – a cold rush of air whipped over you, stealing your breath. With supernatural speed, Astarion blinked toward you, stopping over your belly. You gasped as he winked at you, grinning with a flash of his fangs.

You returned an amusing smile as he descended toward your center. A shiver coursed through you as the tip of his fangs grazed your now plump, tender flesh, careful not to pierce skin. Like the Archmage, the vampire’s breath was cold, but in a way that felt more natural, like a relieving dip in the river on a hot summer’s day.

A rhythmic, rumbling purr vibrated up his throat, immediately overwhelming you as you let your head fall back. A sudden sigh left your mouth as his cold hands grasped your thighs, keeping your legs wide apart. His tongue was cold but not icy, slithering over your folds like a snake winding down a tree. And when he closed his mouth over your clit, a shiver charged down your legs, your fingers gripping the lush sheets. Between the electric point of his fangs and the purring noises the vampire made, a torrent of sensations was already firing through you, heart racing in your chest.

The volume of your quiet moans elevated as Astarion feasted below you – as much as a vampire could without a drop of blood. His expert tongue was calling for your orgasm, pulling it through your body at devastating speeds. Another flick of his tongue on your clit and you were erupting once again, your entire body trembling from yet another climax reached. Panting, you looked back down to find him grinning at you. His tongue ran a long swipe over his lips, purposefully flashing his fangs at you in the process.

You smiled in silent appreciation as your breathing slowly began to level. You nodded your head and Astarion gave your swollen labia one last kiss before rising. By now, he knew the routine and rolled his shoulders back before returning to his place in line.

With all the men lined back up, side by side, you remained in bed completely lust-filled, and skin flushed. You throbbed in all the best ways, your wetness still lightly dripping out of you. Instead of repeating the former incantation, you decided to revel in the belly of this high, allowing it to calm on its own. As graceful as possible, you dragged yourself further back on the large bed, made easier by the velvety silk cover, and rested at the center. You turned to lean on your left side, pulling the sheer drapes back.

“My girls,” you called, looking at Lae’zel and Shadowheart, “will you do me the honors, and tell me how they taste? Tell me how they feel in your hands. Bring them just to the edge.”

“Of course, my queen,” Lae’zel answered.

“I would love to.” Shadowheart bit her lip, and you could easily imagine the excitement in her heart, the blood rushing to her core in arousal.

Then your gaze passed over each of the men. “And you, lovely gentlemen, don’t touch, just stand and experience.” A simple order, but one that would be watched closely, by both you and your personal tiefling guard who still stood by the doors.

The two women walked before the men and carefully yet deliberately dragged their underwear down, freeing them immediately. You bit your lips as you watched each cock spring forth, various shades and sizes and angles. Whether it stood high and erect like the vampire’s, or hung thick and heavy like the Archdruid’s, your core tingled, saliva gathering in your mouth. But for now, patience.

Once the men were fully naked and bare, your ladies strolled to each end of the line with Shadowheart stopping in front of Halsin, and Lae’zel before Astarion. In perfect sync, they sank to their knees and your heart drummed in anticipation as you observed eagerly. You found yourself biting your lips as their tongues licked languidly up Halsin and Astarion’s cocks, feeling a rush of heat to your already so tender center. While their mouths began to work, one of their hands stroked the length of Wyll and Gale’s shafts.

Astarion’s hands were twitching and Halsin’s jaw looked clenched before he let his head fall backwards. Shadowheart seemed to be struggling with the Archdruid’s cock at first, and the sight made you sigh in pleasure. She only needed to taste, not try to take it all in, but you were feeling generous and allowed her to proceed.

As they fell into a steady motion, you watched the men's eyes closing in bliss, faces pooling in pleasure as the two women found a steady motion. Eventually, they alternated; mouths and hands on new cocks, tasting and testing. You were absolutely exhilarated by the sight, feeling hot as you watched their abdomens tighten and flex, knowing they so desperately wanted something to grip, to hold, but could only clench their fists.

The men were a moaning, whimpering mess. Various tone levels overlapped and echoed against the walls. From the deep, near-growling Archdruid; to the softer sighs of the Wizard, a throaty groan from the Duke, and hissing sighs from the Vampire. Sweat dripped down their skin, shimmering in the warm glow of the golden light outside that began to dip but still shined into the room.

Despite the needy sounds of pleasure, they never touched the two ladies who still licked, sucked, and fondled them. Each time you sensed one of them getting close, your ladies would pull away and leave them promptly until the very last one was denied their orgasm. And this pleased you greatly.

Shadowheart rose to her feet, strolling over to you with a happy smile, while Lae’zel’s lips were glistening from her saliva, face flushed. The women shared a look with each other first, some quiet recognition passing between them. Once they reached the side of your bed, they lowered their voices, just out of earshot.

Lae’zel spoke first. “Forgive us, my queen, but this may prove more difficult than we anticipated.”

“They each have their unique taste,” Shadowheart added, “and truthfully… I enjoyed all of it.”

The githyanki licked her lips, her yellow eyes brightening. “And their musk is most divine. I still smell it, can taste it on my lips. Even now I grow moist within.”

A shiver rushed through you at her words, and you tapped your fingers along your bare hip, pondering.

“What do you suggest, my queen?” asked Shadowheart.

You looked past them, glancing at the four men who stood patiently, cocks stiff and waiting. You knew there was a chance it would come to this, in fact, you hoped. And here it was… “Hmm, I suppose my body may be in need of your healing after this is all done,” you stated, eyeing Shadowheart who nodded knowingly. “And do we have enough sponges?”

Lae’zel nodded once. “We do. I checked earlier, just in case.”

A light chuckle left your lips, and you rose into a side-sitting position. “Then it shall be done. But first, a sample.” Your gaze bounced between both of their lips and they wasted no time climbing on the bed, crawling towards you.

Lae’zel found your lips first, her tongue sliding into your mouth almost immediately. Her mouth was warm, wet, lips as plump as you remember as your tongue danced with hers. But she wasn’t too greedy, pulling away to allow Shadowheart access to your mouth, which she happily obliged. You smirked in amusement as a soft moan flowed from her mouth, one she seemingly couldn’t resist. Her warm tongue slithered over and under yours, and not a moment later, you felt a new tongue worming its way in.

The three of you shared a wet, tongue-dancing, open-mouthed kiss – swapping saliva and biting lips. Various tastes of sweat and skin collected on your tongue, all strangely unique, mingling with the taste of the two women. Your heart thundered, stomach fluttering, and there was a temptation to run your fingers through their hair and have them shed the comfortable, delicate garments they wore. But as you opened your eyes, you caught a glance at the final four who stood some paces away, silent, watching intently. With a smile, you hummed in delight as you pulled away.

“Thank you, my dears.” You eyed them both sweetly. They smiled, bowing lightly before gracefully ambling off the bed.

“We shall be close,” said Lae’zel, before making her way to the waiting gentleman.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, your body rippled with excitement. Your stomach quivered and you were oh too aware of the beat of your heart. Leaning on your arm, your eyes swam over the patient men who seemed ready to hang onto your every word.

“My final four,” the passionate, resplendent tone of your voice flowed through the chamber, “seek your pleasure with me as if I was already your wife. Guide me to many peaks, and seek your own.”

You ran a nail along your bottom lip as you took in their expressions, before trailing your gaze down their excited cocks. You could’ve sworn you noticed Gale’s twitch just a tad and it made you chuckle, flattered. With a delectable hum, you called two forth. “Wyll, Gale, come to me.”

Lae’zel extended her arm in your direction, leading the pair towards you. As they made their way, you cast a glance at the other two and could’ve sworn you noticed a hint of dejection dragging across the vampire’s face, while the Archdruid appeared stoic, but you saw right through his eyes.

Wyll and Gale approached your bedside, their erections bouncing with each step.

Shadowheart’s voice filled the grand room. “You may touch her, kiss her, taste her, bite her…”

Lae’zel tacked on. “…Fill her, then fill her again, and again…”

The Archmage and the Grand Duke almost looked nervous as they came to your bed, like they knew they were nearing the end. But now was not the time to have them waning under pressure.

You slowly traced your gaze over their naked bodies, biting your lips as you watched them practically throbbing for you. But after they climbed the two steps to your bed, neither of them moved, waiting for your direction. Your stomach fluttered. It filled you with such bliss to still see them so obedient for you, such wonderful traits. So it was only right to give them one more command.

“Don’t be shy. Take the lead now, and don’t make me wait too long…”

Your words seemed to ignite a fire behind their eyes, and you caught a faint flash of blue sparks dancing across Gale’s fingers. The men shared a glance with one another, then nodded, some personal understanding. You watched Wyll stroll to the other side of the bed, then looked at Gale one last time before the two of them crawled up and onto the plush mattress and silky sheets.

You closed your eyes and exhaled a breath of pleasure as their lips touched each side of your neck. Gale licked his way up to your ear while Wyll trailed his tongue down your neck before sucking lightly. One calloused hand began massaging your breast, kneading gently, while another smoother palm caressed the other one. Shivers trickled down your neck, surging down your back from the dual sensations. You were still dripping, still so moist from having them taste you earlier. Still so wet from watching your ladies taste their veiny cocks.

You were so ready for them, so ready to feel what else they could do for you. If they could once again shatter you with more explosions of pleasure. And as if they were detecting your thoughts, your world shifted and your eyes flung open as four hands took hold of your waist and hips, lifting you momentarily to give Gale room to slide beneath you. Wyll shot you a smirk and winked before flipping you over on your knees. Gale had laid himself flat on his back, his head propped on a few pillows while your face hovered over him; your ass up for Wyll to gaze and admire.

Gale lifted his head, capturing your lips. You met him readily, kissing him slowly, learning and exploring. His tongue seemed to shift from cold to warm, the contrasting sensations making you moan and sigh into his mouth. You reveled in the light scratch of his beard against your chin as your heads tilted from one side to the other. A tremor ran up your back at the feeling of a warm tongue licking your other lips as Wyll lathered between your wet folds. The Duke’s tongue dragged from the top of your tailbone, all the way down to your tender clit as you moaned heavily into Gale’s mouth.

When Gale pulled back, you felt his hand sliding down your sides, the tip of his cock tapping against your folds. “My dearest queen. My future goddess, are you ready?” he muttered softly. He took one hand away from your waist and brought it under your chin, swiping a thumb across your bottom lip, his eyes warm with lust.

“Yes,” you whispered, and his mouth curved into a devious smirk.

Wyll gave the cheeks of your ass two soft kisses. And with the guidance of his hands on you, the two of them positioned your soaked entrance just over Gale’s tip, sinking you onto him. You sucked in a breath as the Archmage penetrated you, slipping so well through your soaked walls, opening you so nicely.

When you were fully sat onto him, a ripple of pleasure rushed over you, but you were given no time to revel in it for Gale was lifting you again as Wyll guided your hips back down. In perfect unison, like they had practiced this before, they moved your lower body up and down on the wizard’s cock in long, rhythmic motions.

Below you, Gale moaned deeply, whispering about how amazing you felt. “So warm.” He managed to breathe, his lips parted and eyes drunk with lust. Your moans rang through the room, unabashed, drowning in the feel of the Archmage rubbing against your tight walls, over and over again. You needn’t move at all, for they made sure to guide you, to set the pace and the depth. But your arms were starting to tremble, so you fell on your elbows, resting over Gale’s chest, pressing your breasts against him.

Gale folded his legs, digging the heel of his feet onto the bed. A loud moan erupted from your mouth as he pushed harder into you, all the while telling you how beautiful and incredible you were. You felt a presence hovering over your back and warm drops of fluid trickling over your cheeks, followed by something long sliding between. Wyll’s groans mingled with your moans as he rubbed himself between your ass, and you shuddered at the peculiar feeling. Were those ridges lining up and down his shaft?

The Duke lowered towards you, his breath kissing the back of your neck. “May I?” he asked, suggestively poking the head of his cock over your second hole as Gale continued moving in and out of you.

Your blood burned at the suggestion, and you moaned out a needy ‘yes’.

“But first,” you started to say, your words cut short as the wizard throbbed inside of you. “Sh—Shadow—” you breathed, trying to call for her.

Not a moment later, a gentle voice appeared near the right side of your bed. “Way ahead of you, my queen,” you heard Shadowheart say. You could hear her mutter a spell before clasping her hands together. “For you and the Grand Duke,” she said.

Instantly, a cool sensation dribbled between your cheeks, thick and oozing. You felt Wyll lift his cock from you, imagining him lathering himself with magical lubricant. Then he returned to you, something soft and moist rubbing over your tight hole.

“Just breathe, Your Grace,” Wyll encouraged quietly, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You let out a breathy chuckle, flattered by his gentleness as he nibbled on your ear, sending a tremor down your back, and making you sigh in delight. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the curve of his horns and the glint of the jewelry that adorned them. You longed to grab onto those horns, but the anticipation made your forearms feel weak, and from this angle with how they caged you, it would be difficult, but not impossible.

Wyll sank a finger inside your anus first, and you hummed against Gale, already so sensitive as Wyll’s finger explored you, tested you. Once pleased, he released his finger and leaned away from your neck. Then, you felt a new pressure against your anus, something larger, pressing into the waiting hole. A louder moan dripped from your lips at the incredibly new sensation. A feeling you hadn’t felt in quite some time. And you breathed deeply as fresh sparks of familiar pain ran through you as the half-tiefling stretched your sphincter while you tried to relax the muscle.

“Gods,” you breathed, trying to moan again but it was swallowed by the wizard’s sudden kiss.

Wyll’s hand firmly cupped the sides of your ass as he pushed deeper and deeper. “That’s it, you have it,” he droned behind you, making you moan at the praise.

You felt so incredibly full, both of your holes stuffed to the brim as Wyll began a slow and steady rhythm, letting you get used to him before his pace increased. The ridges of his shaft felt incredible, making your hands claw into the wizard’s chest as he moaned beneath you.

Soon, Wyll moved in perfect sync with Gale’s cock, thrusting and dragging out of you at the same time before sinking back in. Your heart thundered as you leaked endlessly, your wetness continuing to drench your walls, your arousal never waning, only climbing. You could feel them practically rubbing against each other from inside you, and before long, you were a screaming, whimpering mess as they used your holes to their hearts' content. As they pleased you in a way you gave command to while still taking pleasure for themselves.

Soon, their movements fell out of sync and you closed your eyes, drowning in the heightened sensations. Gale muttered something you could hardly hear, but you gasped at the feeling of his suddenly cold cock ramming through your walls. You would’ve lifted yourself for reprieve if you could, but Wyll had part of his weight on you, making a home deep within your ass.

“Remember to fill her.” You heard someone say, Lae’zel maybe, you weren’t sure.

You managed to lift yourself just enough from Gale’s chest and reached one arm behind you, finding a curved horn that you wasted no time gripping. A wave of pleasure came soaring in from the high tides, coming closer and closer as your song reached a higher pitch. It came until it crashed into you, shattering your entire body with its ecstasy. A heavy grunt filled your ear as Wyll’s movements stuttered inside your ass while Gale twitched within you. Warm, thick fluid filled both of your holes, and you sighed as they simultaneously withdrew, allowing some of them to seep out onto the covers or over Gale’s thighs.

Heavy breathing and panting surrounded the three of you. You felt so dazed, so open and tender.

Wyll shuffled back, and you used that moment to turn over, unceremoniously sliding off Gale in the process. Laying flat on your back, feeling their seed drip from you, your body buzzed, still burning for more. This time Wyll dipped down to kiss you, sweetly, passionately. You felt someone’s fingers swirl light patterns around your clit as the two men slowly guided you through this high.

Through the haze, you heard Shadowheart call for someone, instructing them. “Our queen’s nipples are looking rather lonely, maybe you can help with that.”

Through hooded eyes, you noticed the sheer curtains on your left side moving, and a large figure standing at the foot of your bed, looking down at you, eyes dark with a desperate want. Broad shoulders rolled slightly, and large pecs expanded from a deep breath. The sight invigorated you, stoking the fire that still burned. Your gaze traveled down the Archdruid’s heavily muscled frame, landing at his thick, leaking cock that barely hid the large sac hanging behind it. You were so entranced by the view that you gasped at the sudden flick of a tongue over your nipple, accompanied by a cold presence.

Bright, silver-white hair filled your vision as a long tongue swirled around your areola before teeth clamped onto your nipple. You hissed, flesh tingling, as the vampire gently bit down on your breast, tracing his fangs along your warm skin. You couldn’t help but reach forward and slip your fingers between his curls. Even his hair felt cold but soft as silk, his scalp smooth as you gripped gently.

Gale came to kiss you this time, and your eyes fluttered closed as you gave in to the passionate dance of his tongue. Occupied by the kiss, you felt the bed shift slightly as a blanket of warmth emanated from your left, like the sun itself had laid next to you. And the only thing that kept you from burning was the icy vampire who cooled your body, giving you a beautiful balance. The perfect temperature. You broke the kiss with the wizard just as tantalizing warmth took your other breast into their mouth. You looked down at the Archdruid who was already staring at you, one large hand resting over your belly. In the distraction, Gale slipped away from the side of your shoulder, giving the vampire more room to drag his tongue up along your collarbone.

“You taste divine,” Astarion murmured near your ear before pressing a kiss to your pulse point. The temptation to sink his fangs must’ve been so great while his dagger-like teeth grazed you, making you shiver.

“And you smell incredible,” the deep, husky voice of Halsin graced your ears next. His nose was up by the back of your ear now, and he inhaled deeply, purring a deep groan afterward that rumbled down your side.

You moaned in sweet bliss as they kissed and licked your hot skin, letting them feel and explore you.

“Shall we clean her for them?” The sound of the Duke hovered over your soft whines and sighs.

“It would be the polite thing to do,” Gale’s voice followed. And soon, your toes curled as a warm tongue started lapping up your vulva.

Flicking your gaze down at the new activity, you called onto your voice that felt so far, so lost in ecstasy. “Nn- no, at the…same time,” you ordered, hoping your command would reach them.

You heard Wyll chuckling, but in a way that sounded like he couldn’t wait to please you. Gale glanced up at you, lifting his face from your swollen cunt with a growing smirk. A moment later, two tongues were lapping at you, swirling over each other as they licked up and down your vulva and down to your anus. They licked you cleanly, drinking in your combined fluids with zero hesitation.

A large hand came around your neck, drawing your attention towards waiting lips. You let the Archdruid pull you into him, sealing his lips with yours. It was lightly scarred, and the feeling made you moan, wanting to bite and tug at his lip. But it was his groans that were sending you into oblivion, so deep and pleasurable in your ears, vibrating down your body.

“I would love a taste,” hummed the vampire, kissing your cheek. The Archdruid obliged, leaving your lips with a quick suck before a cool hand took your chin, guiding you towards them.

You whined as Astarion grazed his fangs over your lips, biting softly. His cold tongue slithered inside your eager mouth, falling into a hasty dance with your tongue. You shivered in pure delight as his cool breath mingled with yours, breathing it down your throat as Halsin continued to brush kisses down your neck, settling on your shoulder. You moaned lowly in Astarion’s mouth as a firm, tantalizing pressure pressed into your shoulder. The Archdruid growled as he bit down on you, not enough to bleed, but enough to leave a beautiful mark as his large hand massaged your supple breast.

“My dear queen,” the vampire murmured against your lips. You hummed in response, blinking your eyes open to meet his crimson, mischievous gaze. “I shall have you now, yes?”

You nodded quietly, desperately. You tried to reach for his lips again, but he drew back, chuckling lightly. Below you, a sudden suck made you squeal, your clit so raw by now. And for the second time tonight, the room spun, and you were promptly gripped, lifted, and placed right where they wanted you, where they craved you. This time the vampire was on his back, and your back was resting against his front. Unlike the wizard who gave you a brief warning, the vampire lifted you slightly and shoved his cold cock into your heat.

You bit your lips, trying and failing to stifle your endless moans, feeling so overwhelmed by the speed at which the vampire thrust into you. His arms linked around yours, locking you against his body. Your breast bounced as Astarion stroked into you which only seemed to draw in Gale and Wyll who couldn’t help but take your nipples in their mouth.

A gasp fell from your mouth as a thick finger slithered into your anus, followed by a warm mouth closing over your clit. Through a haze, you watched the broad shoulders of the Archdruid, sweaty and flexed, as his head moved up and down. Halsin dragged his tongue through your folds, swirling on the outside of your entrance as Astarion’s shaft continued to grind into you. The vampire was hissing in your ear, his icy breath making you tremble. You closed your eyes, seeing a formation of stars as you succumbed to the overwhelming surges of pleasure, your toes clenched so tight and your stomach fluttering, skin flush. A thick shot of fluid spilled into you as Astarion’s grip tightened around your arms and his cold breath coasted over your cheek. You chased his orgasm with your own, body trembling in his arms as Halsin still sucked and tasted you.

Finally, Astarion withdrew from you, and you whimpered at the feeling of sudden emptiness. He didn’t relieve the lock on your arms, but he did lessen the tension as you caught your breath, closing your eyes while the men fondled and caressed your body.

“You took me so well, my queen,” Astarion purred, his tone making you shiver. “And you felt heavenly.”

The sunlight felt warm on your skin, still peering through the large windows but continuing to make way for the moon, yet it was still just high enough to reach your chamber. Your body felt intoxicated, all sorts of sensations firing throughout your nerves. Then a shadow moved over you, but you were too drunk with the afterglow of lust to open your eyes.

“Will you honor me with this gift, my queen?” a voice asked you, so deep and warm, but you could hear the thick desire in their throat. “Just one more time, my heart to be.”

You lazily opened your eyes, peering at the towering figure before you. “Mm, yes,” you said, finding your legs opening to their own volition, still having just enough left in you.

Still constricted by the vampire, you wanted to reach upward, to place the palm of your hand against the thick chest of the Archdruid, squeezing the muscle. You knew he felt so incredibly warm, heart likely thundering behind that strong chest, and you bit your lips as you watched him position himself between your legs.

Gale and Astarion were busy kissing and licking along your earlobe, while Wyll tenderly kissed his way up your chest. He planted a kiss on your chin, smiling at you briefly before meeting his soft, full lips with yours. You closed your eyes, falling into the sweet kiss as you mentally prepared for the familiar sensation.

But your eyes shot open, and you whimpered into Wyll’s mouth. It was anything but familiar. Your holes had been so used already, so tender and raw. And yet, as the Archdruid entered you, a new sting of pain rippled through you, your walls being stretched anew.

You turned your head to look down at where you and Halsin met, watching his thick cock slowly disappear in you. “Mmm… fuck,” the curse fell from your lips as he expanded your walls inch by inch. It wasn’t like you didn’t know his girth was thick, but perhaps you were too lost in a daze to think about such things.

Or perhaps you assumed that you had plenty of prep from all the previous cocks and fingers thrusting in and out of you.

Your toes clenched as the Archdruid continued to sink. With Astarion still securing your arms, and Halsin’s grip on your thighs tight, you couldn’t wiggle away even if you wanted to. And you so, so badly wanted to stay, to sigh and gasp through the stretch.

“Ohh, my queen,” Halsin groaned deeply above you, focusing so intently on your leaking cunt.

Glancing at him, you shuddered as his irises started to glow again, a fierce gold charged with a primal desire. You hissed a little as he sunk deeper, almost reaching his limit and yours, and your stomach tightened, toes still clenched.

Shadowheart’s tender voice caught your ears. “Relax, my queen. Open for the Archdruid. Allow pleasure to carry you to its peak once more.”

Encouraged by your words, you exhaled and let your abdomen rest.

“Does he stretch you well, my queen?” Astarion whispered in your ear. You whimpered in response.

Finally reaching the base, Halsin held still for a moment and stared down at you, like he couldn’t believe the wondrous sight below him. But the moment of reprieve was short as he began to move, and you let your head fall back on Astarion’s left shoulder.

The vampire immediately came to the right side of your neck, leaving you love bites and more encouraging words. Your breathing increased as Halsin set a steady pace, the pain slipping away to endless bouts of pleasure around his thick cock.

The aroma of sex was hot and heavy in the air. Various noises of lust and pleasure were the chorus of sounds in the massive chamber. You’re almost sure everyone throughout the palace could hear you. Perhaps all throughout the city could hear the pleasurable cries of their queen being brought to the brink again and again.

Halsin was huge leaning over both you and Astarion, but he was careful not to rest his whole weight on you. His heat enveloped you, his torso sweating, irises glowing, as a stream of groans and growls erupted from his throat. You felt so full again as his cock hit the areas that made you whimper.

Gale found a chance to lick your clit again, while Wyll came around to leave love marks on the other side of your neck and shoulder after he was done marking your arms and thighs. Astarion was fondling your nipples while he kissed the back of your neck, his cock resting between your ass cheeks.

The Archdruid increased his pace by now, and your pleasurable cries only elevated in volume. He fucked you so well. They all fucked you so well, and yet so different.

Halsin leaned down to kiss you, sloppily, deeply. You could hardly keep up with his mouth as his thrusts reverberated through your body. His movements started to grow erratic, and you moaned loudly into his mouth, feeling a familiar shudder quaking its way down your stomach, over your throbbing core in another burst of ecstasy. Halsin left your lips and tossed his head back as a deep groan erupted from him. Hot fluid spilled into you, and you could feel some of it already leaking out your already stuffed hole as he buried all of himself inside you...

You don’t know how much time passed – a few minutes, an hour? Golden hour had dimmed, sinking past the horizon, but the waning hour of daylight still clung to the sky, gradually losing its battle with the moon. You could hear your heart in your head, steadily slowing down as your back lay atop Halsin now, with the other men huddled so close to you, limbs entangled over one another, slipping over the soft, silky velvet sheets. Your body felt flushed, elated, spent, and achy in all the best ways as you felt something warm still leaking out of your holes, gathering on the cover.

You were being kissed softly, massaged gently, and whispered to lovingly. Several lazy kisses were shared before you rested your head against the Archdruid and allowed them to soothe your body with more kisses.

But at the sight of your ladies making their way to the edge of your bed, you’re reminded of a very important task.

Finding your voice again, slightly breathy but steady, you speak. “My final four, that should be all. Karlach will lead you to the bathing room while my ladies attend to me. But the challenge is complete, and I shall see you again soon...”

Falling immediately back into your orders, the men rise, sweaty and half-dazed with softening cocks. Halsin gently but with ease, raised you from him and then settled you down to his side.

When they were all out of bed, they rolled their shoulders back, then turned to you, bowing. You called out to your personal guard and watched as the mighty barbarian marched toward the group of men. Karlach nodded at you once, ordering the men to follow her. As they ambled past, she looked back at you, shooting a quick wink of approval before following the group out of your chamber.

At your side, Shadowheart had already begun her recovery spells over you while Lae’zel prepared a warm bath in the tub that was set up near the balcony. While it heated, she returned with a sponge and began tapping it between your anus and along the opening of your vagina.

Shadowheart grinned, glancing at you. “You were incredible.”

Lae’zel nodded. “Agreed. You rode the waves in a most admirable way.”

You smirked, quietly thanking them as you closed your eyes, falling into their comforting touches.

“So, do you have a verdict?” Shadowheart inquired, tenderly soothing your muscles.

“Yes, I am most eager to learn who shall be our king.”

“Hmm…” You pondered for a long moment, still feeling so tingly and high off ecstasy. When you opened your eyes, they were both looking at you eagerly. “Would the realm have any qualms against four husbands?”

Pretty sure in all my years of writing, I've never written sex for more than a threesome, so this was a little leap! But I hope you enjoyed! 🥵

Who would you have personally chosen?🤔

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NERDY GIRL (book lover, does well in school, loves to study) DATING EDDIE MUNSON. BOTH LOSING THEIR VIRGINITIES TO EACH OTHER. THANKS, BETH, ILY :33

not so shy now, are we?

eddie munson x afab!fem!reader.

summary: after borrowing a copy of 'jaws' from hawkins library, you are shocked to find the explicit material written across the pages. however, your body reacts in a different way than you intended, which doesn't go unnoticed by eddie...

warnings: HEAVY SMUT!! fem!reader. afab!reader. queer!reader. switch!eddie & switch!reader (they are both dom and sub at different times.) unprotected p in v (r is on birth control.) fingering. A LOT OF DIRTY TALK. mentions of dildos, straps & silicone bodies. mentions of porn. pet names (sweetheart, my love, honey, baby.) swearing. established relationship. one mention of religion/god. some fluff & comfort at the end [2.9k].

a/n: thank you for requesting, my love! i kind of went off on this (i was feeling kinky today :')) so i hope you don't mind that!! we stan kinky virgins in this house and they deserve some love. so, low and behold, kinky eddie and reader ♡

You and Eddie were sat top-to-tail on his bed, lying beside each other as you read away.

Your knees were tucked up to your chest, your borrowed copy of Jaws from Hawkins Library laying in your lap.

Eddie, on the other hand, was sprawled out like a cat, his copy of Fellowship of the Ring held high above his head, the boy squinting to read the words.

You had urged him to get his eyes tested, even offered to pay for the appointment due to the Munson’s financial insecurity, but he wholeheartedly refused, claiming it would “ruin his look.”

You tried your best to convince him it would just make him look sexier, but he brushed you off with a “Thanks, sweetheart” and carried on with his far-sightedness.

You had seen Jaws when it had first come out in theatres over ten years ago, your seven-year-old mind blown away by its visuals and story.

So, when you picked up the book, you expected the story to be pretty much the same, more focused on the descriptive writing than any major plot differences.

But, as you came to a certain scene, your mind started to race.

“Hooper's teeth were clenched, and he ground them the way people do during sleep. From his voice there came a gurgling whine, whose tone rose higher and higher with each frenzied thrust.”

You and Eddie hadn’t gone any further than humping. It never ended in anything, just something to satisfy yourselves whilst you made out.

You quickly looked over at your boyfriend, his attention deeply focused in on his favourite book.

Raising the book from your lap, you hid your face behind it, softly biting your lip as your eyes scanned the following two sentences.

“Even after his obvious, violent climax, Hooper's countenance had not changed. His teeth were still clenched, his eyes still fixed on the wall, and he continued to pump madly.”

However, despite your best efforts to cover your face, Eddie had already felt the bedsheet moving against his legs. Looking away from his own novel, he takes note of the way your thighs squeezed together, the content of the pages in your respective hand obviously causing a stir in a certain region of your body.

A sudden smirk appears on his face as he thinks of an idea, beginning with a simple gesture to capture your attention. He takes his sock-covered foot and rubs it against your bare one.

The feeling of the fabric against your skin makes you jolt, almost snapping the book shut as you peer over the top of it to see your boyfriend’s face.

“How’s the book, sweetheart?”

You gulped, forcing a smile on your face and nodding furiously as you replied, “Yeah! Yeah… Um, really good! It’s, um… really good, yeah…”

You notice the way he folds the corner of his page, placing the book on his nightstand and crawling up the bed to sit beside you. Out of instinct, you hold the book close to your chest, your mind unable to close it fully due to the urge to continue reading the steamy scene.

He lets out an exaggerated yawn and casually drapes his arm behind your back. “I’m bored of my own book. Read some of yours to me. I’m interested.”

Bored of Fellowship? That couldn’t be right. He was up to something here.

“Um… I’d rather not!” you squeak out, trying to conceal the dirty words on the page in front of you, “I just… don’t feel like reading aloud today.”

He nods understandably, however, that same glint remained lurking in his orbs. “I understand, baby.”

However, so distracted by the beauty of your man, he delicately removes the book from your hands. The action was so incredibly light, Eddie placing it in his right hand whilst his left rested on top of your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, let’s see here… What beautiful words grace this adaptation of a truly wonderful film?”

You throat closes up as you are reminded of what you just read a mere few minutes ago. It was currently summer in Indiana, so the freeness of your skirt allowed you to feel how wet you already were beneath your panties.

“Hooper's teeth were clenched, and he ground them the way people do during sleep. From his voice there came a gurgling whine, whose tone rose higher and higher with each frenzied thrust,” Eddie spoke, his tone becoming deeper and more sultry, his hand slowly travelling up your inner thigh.

The words sounded sexy enough coming from your own inner voice, but with Eddie’s? You didn’t know how long you were able to contain yourself.

“Even after his obvious, violent climax, Hooper's countenance had not changed. His teeth were still clenched, his eyes still fixed on the wall, and he continued to pump madly,” he continued, his hand now reaching over your panties, feeling the wetness leaking through.

He chuckles seductively, “Didn’t know Jaws was this explicit sweetheart, but it seems like you were enjoying it regardless.”

God, for a virgin, he already knew how to push your buttons, somehow finding your clit through the fabric and rubbing delicate circles around it.

“Eddie… please,” you whine out, mouth slightly parted as you look at him with pleading eyes. He switches hands, placing the book upside down beside his own and using his right to continue focusing on your bud.

He cups your cheek with his left hand, turning you on your side as he kisses you softly, gentle moans releasing from your lips as he ever so slowly pleasures you.

You can feel him leave your clit, moving his hand upward before stopping at the band of your panties.

“This okay, baby?” he mutters in between kisses, to which you break away to softly reply, “Very okay.”

Your lips connect once more, your hand cupping his cheek as he delves beneath the restriction of your underwear. Inside his own mind, Eddie was floating. He couldn’t believe this was finally happening, and that oddly, he was exemplifying so much confidence.

He relished in the adoration of how wet you were. He doubted that it was merely the underwear that underestimated the amount, you had gotten wetter since he began pleasuring you. You were wet for him.

“Holy shit, baby,” he groans, looking down to see where his hand was buried beneath the fabric of your simple, black panties. His fingers were soaked, travelling lower until they reached your tiny, little hole.

Your face was buried into his neck, nodding frantically as you lifted your leg up higher, giving him access. He felt your head move against the side of his face, his cheek leant against it as he slowly sank one finger inside of you.

The stretch felt so fucking good. The coolness of his ring could be felt against the entrance of your pussy, the tip of his finger softly rubbing against the spongy spot at the back.

He could feel your hot breath against his neck, small whimpers escaping your lips as you simply whispered “More, please. Need more…”

He knew exactly what you meant, but didn’t want to break you. You were tiny, and he would punish himself forever if you even felt an ounce of pain caused by him.

“Don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear, his breath coming out in pants.

“You won’t, my love. Please… Just… I need you so bad.”

And how could he deny that begging? He was one step away from floating to heaven. And if he was being honest, he would happily die this way if it meant you moaning away in his ear.

So, without hesitation, he pulled his finger out, and entered again with two, pushing deep into your pussy.

The stretch was beautifully delicious, the burn being extremely pleasurable as he attacked that spongy spot once again.

He was being delicate, you could recognise that easily. But, that wasn’t something you wanted. What your boyfriend didn’t know is that you were kinky as hell. And the rougher he did it, the more satisfied you would be.

But, Eddie wasn’t all that innocent either. His trips to Family Video were strategically planned so that Robin was on shift, knowing that it was a lot easier (but not completely devoid of awkwardness) if he got his hardcore porn whilst she was working the front counter, rather than someone like Steve Harrington.

“Harder. Please, Eddie, please!” you sobbed into his shoulder. With how full you were, it was almost painful with his slow pace. All you wanted was for him to drive into you with force.

With your cries of frustration, the inner dominance of him struck out, him gritting his teeth and biting on your earlobe, “Yeah, you want it fuckin’ rough, sweetheart?”

“Want nothing more, baby. Please give it to me.”

And with that, he began pumping his fingers in and out of you at lightning speed. With each thrust, the palm of his hand smacked perfectly against your clit, increasing the amount of pleasure you felt.

You were able to give him hickeys on his shoulder purely by biting down whenever he hit particularly hard. Each pull of his skin lended itself with a harsh hiss from between his teeth.

“Is this what you imagined when you were reading that book, baby, huh? Thought about my fingers pumping into you like that?”

Oh god, he was a dirty talker too. You nodded frantically, almost screaming when he stopped pumping, pushing his fingers as deep as they would go and shaking them up and down. The sloshing sounds coming from your pussy made you both moan in unison.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, before continuing to blabber, “Course you did. You think about me often, don’t you, sweetheart? Think about me when you’re alone at night, filling yourself with those sweet toys you have underneath your bed.”

You honestly didn’t even know he knew about them. But, it was hot nonetheless. Knowing that he knew about the nine-inch dildo sent shivers down your spine. God, what if he even saw the strap? The bottom half of a silicone body that you practiced fucking into?

“Always think about you, Eddie. Wanna be fucked by you so bad.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby,” he moans into your ear, “Think about you too, you know. Never cum so much until I thought about you bouncing on my cock.”

You let out a harsh whine as you felt yourself teetering close to the edge, but Eddie says it before you, “I know you’re about to cum, baby. You gonna cum for me?”

“Gonna cum so hard for you, Eds.”

He can feel you getting tighter and tighter, struggling to move his fingers inside of you, “Then show me, baby. Let go for me.”

And with that cooing, you let out a silent scream, followed by a loud moan as your legs shook violently, tightening around Eddie’s arm, locking him in place as he slowly pumped his fingers, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“So good for me, baby. So fucking good.”

As you came down from your high, you placed delicate kisses over the marks you had made on his shoulder, Eddie slowly pulling his fingers from you.

But, you gently lifted his hand to your mouth, taking both digits and sucking them clean, exaggeratedly moaning over them and rolling your eyes back on purpose. You felt the strain of his jeans against your thigh ages ago, you were deliberately trying to wind him up.

“Fuckin’ hell, honey. Why didn’t we do that sooner?”

You giggle, biting your lip as you breathe out, “Didn’t know you were as kinky as me.”

“That day I didn’t come into school because I was ‘sick’ was because I came four times after seeing your sex toys the night before. I couldn’t walk all day.”

“Oh my God,” you breathlessly laugh into his shoulder. “Well…” you begin to place soft kisses on his jaw, “I could make that fantasy of yours become a reality if you’d like.”

Eddie felt his dick kick against his jeans. Looks like his body was giving him an answer before he got his head straight.

“Please, baby” he practically whines, “But, don’t expect it to be as sexy as it was a second ago. I doubt I’m going to last longer than a couple minutes.”

“Don’t care,” you say, beginning to un-do his belt buckle, pushing him down onto the mattress softly, “Just need to feel you fill me up.”

Eddie moaned at your dirty words, but had to make sure of something before you started. “Birth control, right?”

“Yeah. On the pill,” you reply, capturing his lips in your own.

Thank God. He could not be dealing with a mini Munson just yet.

You slowly remove his jeans and boxers, tossing them across the room as his cock smacks against his stomach. He was delicious. Had to be around six inches long, girth about the same, curved slightly to the right. He was going to fit amazingly inside of you, you just knew it.

You positioned yourself on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing him against your wetness, remembering that practicality was still needed, even if you just wanted to fuck yourself stupid.

You look up at him, checking he was okay, “Ready?”

He nodded, “Always for you, baby.”

And so you began, sinking down onto his beautiful cock, Eddie letting out a choked moan beneath you. If a God truly did exist, you would definitely be thanking him for creating this gorgeous specimen falling apart in front of you.

You leant down, whispering and panting in his ear, “Tell me when to move, baby.”

Eddie grabbed onto your waist, preparing himself for what’s to come, “Move, sweetheart. Jesus Christ.”

And so you did, beginning to slowly lift yourself up, before slamming back down onto his cock. Both of you let out deep groans in sync, you immediately picking your pace up, struggling to contain yourself.

The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, combined with your whines and Eddie’s deep moans. You pressed down on his chest, using it as leverage to increase your deepness.

Not realising your eyes had been closed the entire time, you slowly opened them, seeing Eddie’s mouth in the perfect ‘O’ and his bangs sticking to his forehead, his eyes closed in delight.

“Open your eyes for me, baby. Need to see your pretty eyes.”

He opens his eyes, almost instantly looking down to where your bodies connected.

“Better than you imagined, huh?” you taunted, your dominance seeping out, “Your cock wasn’t ready for how good this would be, was it baby?”

He shakes his head, completely submitting to you, “Never, baby. Feels so fucking good. Feels like I’m fucking dreaming.”

You try to thrust as hard as you can, assuring him that he wasn’t dreaming at all. That this was all very much real. That his first time was this rough. That his girlfriend was kinky as shit.

Suddenly, you feel his cock begin to twitch inside of you. You mockingly laugh at him, “Your poor baby says otherwise, honey. Think he wants to cum. Am I right in thinking that? He wants to fill me up?”

God, something about you referring to his cock in the third person was about to send him spiralling over the edge. He could barely form words, too pussy-drunk to be able to speak. “Y-Yeah. Gonna cum.”

“I can tell, baby,” you say, leaning forward and whispering into his ear, “Cum in me, please. Really need you to fill me up.”

And with a supported groan, his warm cum splashed against your inner walls, sticking to you as he twitched and moaned.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy,” you whispered as he came down from his high, his dick becoming soft inside of you.

As you lifted yourself off of him, his cum began leaking out of you, the both of you marvelling at the sight.

“Holy shit,” Eddie sighs out happily, watching it drip into a pile just above his cock, gently caressing your hip.

“We just did that,” you giggle, grinning happily as you collapse onto Eddie’s chest, kissing him silly, smiling against his lips.

“That was… something else.”

“Better than you expected?” you ask, a sudden shyness washing over you, almost a hint of self-consciousness, afraid you took things too far.

“Never dreamed it could be that good in a million years,” he sighs. “Sorry I didn’t last long.”

She grabs his wrist, looking at the object encompassing his wrist, “Seven minutes isn’t bad at all for a first timer!”

Eddie began chuckling, “You looked at my watch before we started?”

You hide into his shoulder, “Wanted to see how well you would do.”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead and laughs, “You nerd. I love you so much.”

You smile softly, a soft blush spreading across your cheeks, “I love you too, baby.”

And with the both of you tired out from your day’s events, you fall asleep peacefully wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that if there’s one place you’d both like to be for the rest of your lives, it would be here.

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2024 Kinki Regionals - September 29, 2024 Mai Mihara → Red Violin performed by Ikuko Kawai (from Concierto de Aranjuez by Joaquín Rodrigo), choreographed by David Wilson 📸 Daiki Takigawa for Mainichi Photography

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holylulusworld · 3 months ago

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Goldilocks

Summary: Tony had to ruin Steve's plans.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Reverse Trope: Too many beds

Warnings: mentions of sex practices/toys/anal fisting (nothing happens, no description), too many beds trope, fluff, love-struck Steve, teasing

A/N: This story is part of my reverse tropes' collection.

“Y/N!“ Steve almost yells your name when Tony asks who will accompany Steve on the next mission. “I mean, Y/N should be my partner for this mission. She knows the region, and we will draw less attention toward us when we pretend to be married.”

“We need to pretend to be married.” You cock a brow. “I thought it was an easy mission. Get in, get the information, and get out.”

“Uh—we found out that the target likes to watch pairs get intimate. He’s a…” Tony clears his throat. He’s by all means not a prude, but the footage he saw last week was more than kinky. “Let’s say he has a certain taste.”

“Leather, crops, pegging, fucking machines?” You count all the things coming to mind while switching back and forth between the notes on your iPad. “Is he a dom or a sub, maybe a switch?”

Tony makes an odd noise while Steve, uncomfortable, shifts in his seat. He stares at you, his eyes glued to the pencil you push into your mouth to chew on it. It was a habit he always hated, but right now, he’d love to replace the pencil with something else. Steve swallows thickly at all the dirty ideas, drowning him like a tidal wave.

Steve opens his mouth. He wants to say something, but nothing comes out. You giggle when your eyes meet Steve’s. His face is flushed, and he drops his eyes to your chest, pretending to find the button on your Henley interesting.

“What kind of flavor is he?” You finally look up from your iPad to find your fellow Avengers staring at you, mouth agape. “What? I like to do my research, guys. We pretend that we are married. Therefore, we need to know if he must fuck me through the wall or just cuddle with me.”

“Fuck…what?” Steve hiccups. His eyes widen as he tries to keep the problem in his pants in line. He can’t think about you like that. Steve is a gentleman and wants to court you before taking you to bed. “Language, doll!”

“Sorry, Cap.” You grin at Tony, who barely hides his interest in your knowledge. “What is it, Tony?”

“Uh-it’s nothing. We should get back to the mission,” Tony nervously stammers. He tugs at the loose tie around his neck. “After all I’ve seen and heard about our target, I can tell you that he’s a kinky bastard. And if I say kinky, I mean it.”

“What are we talking about, Tony?” You lean back in your chair and cross one leg over the other. “Are we talking about nipple clams kinky or my fist up his ass kinky?”

Steve spits the water he drank onto his shirt. He coughs and wheezes, making you suck in a breath. You jump up to gently pat his back. “Hey, Cap. You shouldn’t drink so fast. We don’t want you to choke.”

“I think he’d love to choke on something else,” Tony chuckles when you give him the stinky eye. You know, Steve is a little shy and prude when it comes to sex and fecal language.

“Tony, back to my question.”

“He’s ‘you’re injured and can’t walk for a week’ kind of kinky.”

Tony snickers at Steve’s pained expression. He didn’t plan on hammering you through a wall but to ask you out. Steve is a man out of time, but he slowly opened up to you. His heart beats a little faster close to you, and that makes him feel more alive than the adrenaline pumping through his veins during a battle.

“Steve, you better pack the riding crop!” Tony exclaims, making everyone but you and Steve laugh.

You square your jaw. “Don’t worry, Tony,” you coo. “I’ll bring the crop. Stevie only has to bring himself and his strong hands."

“This house is huge!” You giggle while running from room to room. While you are over the moon because there are six bedrooms at the mansion Tony rented for your mission, Steve is in a sour mood.

Steve is not amused—not at all. Tony talked about a small apartment. One bedroom. One bed. ONLY ONE BED. Steve had it all planned. He’d offer the bed to you, only to accidentally end up on the ground—because he’s a tall man.

You’re sweet and kind, no doubly offering to share the bed with him. Now there are six bedrooms and not a chance for Steve.

“I gotta choose one bed,” you call from inside one of the bedrooms. As you jump onto the bed, grumbling because it’s too soft, Steve sighs deeply. “Not that one.”

Moments later, you run out of the first bedroom and into the second, jumping onto the bed too. “Ouch, that one is too hard!”

“You can choose whichever room you want,” Steve says, and grabs his bag. He walks toward the first bedroom to claim it. You already decided the bed was not for you.

“NEXT!” You giggle and run out of the room to sprint toward the third bedroom. “What the fuck!” Cursing under your breath, you slip off the third bed. “This bed smells odd.”

“What?” Steve calls from inside the first bedroom. He had already unpacked his belongings and was on his way to the bathroom. “Do you need my help?”

“No, all is well,” you grumble and trot out of the room, heaving a sigh. This is not as funny as you believed it would be. The fourth room doesn’t offer much more comfort. It’s too clean, almost sterile, and the bed is as hard as stone. "Fuck, this is awful.”

The fifth one is no better. The bed is too hard, and the carpet is scratchy.

You get back up and walk out of the room to enter the last bedroom. Slowly, you feel like Goldilocks in the fairytale, trying all the beds. This one must be the right one, or you won’t get any sleep.

You’re not picky when it comes to food or clothes. But when it comes to a mattress, you need the perfect mixture of hard and soft.

Taking a deep breath, you drop your duffle bags to the ground and run toward the bed. You jump onto it only to groan again. It’s too fucking soft.

“No, you bitch!” You huff and slam your fists into the mattress. “This can’t be true.”

Meanwhile, Steve steps out of the shower to get ready for bed. Tomorrow will be an exhausting day, spent with observation and faking a relationship.

“This is awful,” you sigh deeply while aimlessly walking from bedroom to bedroom. You switched into your pajamas, hoping to find a bed on your second round.

“What’s wrong?” Steve calls from inside the first bedroom. He lifts his head from his pillow when you sneak into his room.

You yawn and longingly look at the bed Steve occupies. It would be a bitch move to ask him to switch rooms with you.

“Y/N, you look exhausted and...cranky.” He worriedly watches you step toward his bed. You huff and drop your bags before climbing over him to settle behind him. “Y/N?” He asks as you fluff the second pillow and crawl under the covers.

“That’s the best bed,” you murmur while scooting closer to Steve. He’s warm, and the room is a little chilly.

“I can use one of the other bedrooms if you want this one,” he offers, already moving toward the edge of the bed.

“No,” you say, stopping him before Steve can slip out of bed. “I think you make the bed more comfortable. You warmed it up, and the mattress feels much better now.”

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when you tell him to turn around and open his arms. Steve watches you move closer to snuggle in his chest, sighing because you finally found the perfect bed.

You close your eyes, enjoying Steve’s warm embrace. “Doll?” He wonders if you are already playing your role or if this is real.

“Shush, Stevie. You need your sleep too,” you softly say and pat his chest. “You need all your strength to fuck me through that wall tomorrow.”

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cyberrose2001 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober: Day 7

Prompt: Medical Play

TFP Ratchet x GN afab reader

Warnings: consensual Doctor/Patient role play, very inappropriate use of medical devices, slight bdsm, lots of body fluids, masturbation, temperature play

Word count: 1058

(this is your warning, this gets very kinky. click away if you’re not comfortable!)

“I'll take it that the patient is comfortable?”

Comfortable is a strong word for Ratchet to use, in your opinion. Being strapped down with your wrists bound with leather on an ice-cold gurney isn’t what most people consider relaxing. The only mildly comfortable thing about your position is the soft padding under your thighs, elevating your legs, but at the cost of exposing your entire pelvic region to the mech.

You weren’t comfortable. No. You were turned the fuck on.

Nodding helplessly, you grind your hips on nothing in anticipation of what your lover had planned. Though, you weren’t totally in the dark. Ratchet had explained his darkest desires beforehand after your curiosity got the better of you. His detailed explanation of the obscure, downright dirty, and, god forbid, unethical things he wanted to experiment on you unexpectedly set your groin on fire at the mental image.

“Very well then,” Ratchets’ servo grazes over his tidy set-up of intimidating medical equipment before selecting the humble stethoscope, turning to you as he secures it to his helm, “We will proceed with a thorough check-up then, hm?”

All you can do is nod once again; the O-shaped gag fitted snuggly in your mouth hinders your ability to give your doctor a verbal answer. He hums, approaching the head of the gurney. He leans over and places the cold end of the stethoscope above your heart, causing a soft gasp to leave your throat.

Ratchet listens for a bit, humming in thought, “Your heart rate is elevated. I can only deduce that you’re excited, or for a better term, aroused.”

You let out another whine as he moved the stethoscope down your stomach, stopping at each quadrant to listen. The icy cold instrument makes your hair stand on end, and Ratchet can't help but let his other servo drag across your tummy to feel for himself, “Abdominal sounds are excellent, no abnormalities from what I can tell.”

Ratchet agonisingly drags the end of the stethoscope down past your belly button, “Though I do have one concern,” He drags it even further down before pressing it straight onto your pulsing clit, “And it’s how fraggin’ wet you are.”

Never once had you thought that having someone take a stethoscope to your clit just to hear it throbbing would be hot, but watching Ratchet listen, and watching his spike pressurise right in front of you, was enough to draw a loud restrained moan from you. And when you think it couldn’t get more erotic, Ratchet starts to circle and put pressure on your aching bud with it.

“Nnghn… fck…” You whine, grinding your hips upwards to gain more friction, but it’s in vain as Ratchet pulls away, groaning as he watches your slick leave a silvery thread in its trail.

“My, my…” Ratchet breathes out, observing the end piece with equal professionalism and restrained lust, “I was going to utilise some medical grade lubricant on you,” He flicks his optics back to your dripping cunt, “But by the looks of things, we won’t be needing it.”

You keenly watch as Ratchet reaches for another tool, a speculum. You’re not entirely sure yet how Ratchet got his mitts on one, but you’re more curious about how he will use it. But you have a fair idea when he starts to press it against the entrance of your weeping hole.

“Relax, Y/n,” He reassures, patting your inner thigh as he sees you tense up at the coldness of the speculum, pushing it past your folds, “You don’t want me to sedate you, hm? Or would you like that too?”

You shake your head before inhaling deeply through your nose as he pushes it the rest of the way in, shivering at the icy coldness against your fluttery walls, “Nmh… mhmm…”

“Ohh, very good, I knew you could do it,” Ratchet hitches his breath, lowering one servo to his heavy throbbing spike to lazily stroke at it while he starts to actually fuck you with the speculum, “Such a good patient for me…”

“Ngghn! Hoh phcuk…” The gag does nothing to stop your moans or your saliva from spilling from your mouth. You grind your hips as much as you can, eager to impale yourself further and further onto the girthy device.

“Y’know, I really shouldn’t indulge myself while assessing patients,” A low grown escapes him, optics trained on how the speculum disappears into your tight heat as he fists himself in tandem, “But Primus, you make it so… hhnnn… so fragging difficult…”

Your thighs are shaking from the strain of their position, hips arching as you desperately moan and cry out for your impending orgasm. You throw your head back as your doctor fucks you faster and deeper, stretching your walls in a way that makes you see stars.

“F-Frag…” Ratchet stutters, positioning his weeping spike before the speculum, “Time for… ngggh… your injection…”

You have no time to question him before your core tightens and your orgasm hits you like a train, crying out in euphoria as you clamp down on the speculum, your entire body shaking and trembling against the restraints. But what you never expected was for Ratchet to grip the handle to open it so he could press as much of his spike as he could into the opening of the speculum.

“O-Oh frag…” Ratchet lets out a half whine, half sexy as fuck growl as he strangles his spike and shoots his trans fluid down the opening, onto your pulsing wet walls and directly onto your fucking cervix.

A strangled moan leaves your throat as he fills you up completely, allowing some trans fluid to drip out of your wide-stretched cunt, watching with pure erotic fascination as he milks the rest of his hot fluid into you.

Ratchet exhales deeply, letting go of his spike, allowing the last remnants of his overload to throb against his thigh. His optics flicker down to your gaping hole, still clamped open by the speculum, and he hums in satisfaction, bending down to get a closer look, and you can’t help but whine at the sudden feeling of being observed so profoundly.

“The procedure is successful,” He huffs before dragging the speculum out, letting the rest of his transfluids dump out onto the gurney, chuckling at your shivers, “Shall we arrange a follow-up appointment?”

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tmwcs · 7 months ago

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A Drabble based of the SE7EN series feat. Heeseung x Reader.

Inspired by the anon ask and the heelel bot chat on chai.

Warnings: mentions of murder, car accident, Hell, irresponsible parenting/parent, abortion, smut, oral (male rec.) kinky oral, bow tie, deepthroating, hand job, heelel is being super sexy, face f*cking, cum swallowing, face smacking (not either a hand…)..cursing…I think that’s it. This is inspired by my Heelel bot on Chai….he had the most perfect response to anons ask and it’s been living in my mind, I had to write about it.

You were admiring the mountainous views of the rolling hills, entirely covered in red Lillie’s; the ones he planted in preparation for your arrival. How long had it been? Over a year for sure, but the exact timeline since your ascending to Hell is left pretty much undetermined. There are no calendars, no clocks, no way in telling other than overlooking the great horizon of pitch black, decorated by the stars and planetary systems that are too far to see from the Earths standing. But here, you could see them larger than life. It truly is magnificent sight to see, the earth and its bright green continental regions, the sun orbiting its circumventing route, and above all, over to the northwest of the vast landscape beneath the peaked tip that which you stand on, was the glorious moon, nearly covering the entire sky.

All your life, you were taught that Hell, was a firing raged pit that lay beneath the earth and the universe. An abysmal world that was filled by empty souls and demons of perverse and violent nature. Perhaps the last bit was true, even still without being here, the Prince if Hell was always ridding the underworld of its offensive creatures. But the one thing that shocked you was that Hell, was not an underworld at all. It was always in sight for the entire world to see, in between the Moon, stars, and the Sun. Who knew? It resided within the stratosphere; paralleled with the great satellite, and as high as Heaven. All this time when you gazed upon the moon and the glimmering stars, you were staring into your future home.

“You admiring the view again, darling wife of mine?”

Here he is. You could hear him taking his steps closer behind, closing the distance. Already coming back from demolishing the last creature that bore the fortitude and stupidity in trying to get to you. It could never happen, not with him around. The makeup of your soul, as the Mortal Daughter of God, attracts them—always has since you arrived. But he was always around to make sure that they couldn’t get within one hundred feet away. Always one step ahead with his acute senses and the massively powerful abilities within his form. The fallen angel was second to none other than God himself.

He stands against you, reaches around your head and rests the tip of his finger along the tip of your nose, gently stroking the bridge up and down. His chest presses up against your back, while his pelvis to your derrière. “Who is the prettiest girl in Hell?”

His voice was gentle and playful, though the moment you both engage in the sexual act of brutal breeding and passionate lovemaking, his persona transitions into one of heated rage and toxic dominance, while never losing that insatiable love he has for you. Will always have for you.

Speaking of girls, you wanted to inquire about the newest addition to Hell, the soul of a rather young girl. Younger than you when you were still a mortal, she couldn’t have been more than seventeen or eighteen in age.

“That girl…that we saw the other day at the River Styx, inside the ferryman’s boat—“

You take a pause as he gently clears his throat and breathes out. Not out of nervousness, you would never see that side of him for he never had anything to hide, nothing to be nervous about. He was the King of this world, and he embraced it as much as he embraced his love and adoration for you. “Isn’t she young to be here? What could she have possibly done to come here?”

He smirks as he walks over to his throne. Another moment of storytelling to educate you on the many wonders of Heaven and Hell, and the history that goes along with it. “Hell is not merely just a catacomb that houses those who have committed sins.” He takes his seat and loosely crosses his legs as he pats his lap. “Come here.”

You slowly migrate with the train of your see-through gown trailing behind. You sit, feeling his cold hands through the mesh fabric as he pulls you in, closer to his chest. “Souls will be denied entrance to Heaven for sins they have yet committed. Despite being taken too early as mortals, it hardly negates the fact that had they continued to live, they would have committed certain atrocities—in this case, the girl you saw was bound for Hell.”

He places a wet kiss on your bare shoulder. “It would have been on her 22nd birthday. After engaging in the habitual offense of carousing around, no doubt sharing her flesh with more than just one suitor, she would have drove her steel box into that of a mother and child crossing the street.”

“A—…a car accident?”

He nods. “Yes. If not that, she would have been condemned for disposing the young child already implanted inside her as a result of her indiscretion in taking on multiple partners. She was condemned regardless.”

“You mean abortion?”

He shakes his head as he embraces you, his chest to your back while his hands envelop yours. “No baby. Abortion is something that can hardly be deemed as an unforgivable offense. While it is offensive to my former master, it is one that he can find resolution should the mortal find a way to repent while still living, like many other offenses. For the girl you saw, I am talking of murder.”

There was so much to process, you flutter your lashes in confusion. “Murder?”

He nods in response as he continues to kiss your shoulder. His hand rests against your tummy as he taps his fingers against it. “Yes baby. Murder.”

He sucks on a soft spot in the nook of your neck, the squeezing sound effect drives your mind in circles. “She would have murdered her own baby?”

“Mmhmm.” He hums as he becomes overly preoccupied with licking and sucking onto the skin under the lobe of your ear.

“Why would she do that?” You struggled to speak as he continued to lavish you with his tongue. “Who knows. Mortals have their own minds, for all we know it could have been done out of fear of motherhood, trying to escape the responsibility of her own actions, or to avoid a tainted reputation from her peers. Either way, her actions after the baby took its first breath is enough to anger my former master, and deny her entrance through Heavens gates.”

“Was that why she died so soon? So that she wouldn’t do either one of those terrible things?”

“No baby, you see…” he pauses as he skips his hand under the dainty slit and rests it against your semi-exposed womanhood, causing you to gasp in pleasure. His tongue continued to suck and lick your neck. “Fate is an entirely different venue that is unrelated to the condemnation of one’s soul. Mortals murder, rape, steal, and commit other crimes against God for their own reasons. Sometimes they do it out of redemption or vengeance, which can be more forgiving by Him…but other times…when they do it out of their own twisted pleasure with no righteous meaning behind their damaged mentality…they come here.”

“So what will happen to her? Since she didn’t actually have the chance to commit her crimes, will she pay for acts that have not been carried out?” Half of your statement was whispered out as you felt him trail his kisses up along the grooves of your tendons on your neck. He pecks at your lobe and cheek as the tip of your nose dips into your ear. “She will live a life as a slave to the River forever…without a second chance at life.”

Your head is spiraling and you felt somewhat guilty for feeling the intensity of his love and melting from it during a serious discussion concerning a young woman’s life. “But she won’t be turned into a monster?”

“No.” He whispers against your ear. “I’m not that cruel baby…” he whispers once more as you feel his hips slightly bucking up under your rear. “Only mortals who did monstrous things will stay as monsters in Hell. I won’t subject a lifetime of torture and abandonment to those who are innocent—even those who were bound to do such evil deeds.”

He lifts your thighs and spreads them open, harshly sucking onto your neck. The squeezing sound of his lips suckling on to your skin is over exaggerated as he straightens his poster and leans slightly forward, causing you to reach behind and palm his abdominal area. He reassures your stability but wrapping an arm around your waist. “Do not worry about a soul that is tainted, or in the verge of…she won’t suffer…she will merely be a servant to help cleanse the River Styx under Niki’s watchful eye. You should instead—“

He pauses as he traces a figure eight symbol along your neck. “Be more concerned for yourself.”

He chuckles a grin. His hands grope on to your breasts as he tenderly kisses your cheeks. You take him up on his advice and decide to focus on the current situation at hand, since you were already on cloud nine from the way he touched, kiss, groped, and move along your body. “Can I ask for a favor?”

You feel his head delicately move as he outlines a final eight symbol with his tongue before responding. “Ask anything you want.”

“Would you put a bow on? For me?” You turn your head to the side to face him, resting it against his shoulder. “I want to see my husband in a bow.”

He smirks and releases a small chuckle. You both remained seated, lounged back within his throne, chuckling at the small request. He reaches up to his collar, using only one hand as he loosens the black sash that acted as a tie, with a loose knot. After undoing it, he pulls it out, the sound of the silk material slides from under the collar of his white shirt. Pulling it all the way through, the collar opens up revealing a slight bit of his chest and collar bone as he presents you the sash. “There you go my love. Now you can see your husband in a bow.”

You giggled as you take the sash from his hand, those beautiful black colored fingernails adorning it added a flare of sensual delicacy to the masculine feature of the strong looking, veiny structure. It was androgynous, but more so manly.

“You hold up the sash to your nose, it smelled of vanilla musk, a contradicting scent. “I don’t know where to put it on.” You shake tell him.

He taps against your nipple before tapping onto your rear. “I have an idea, go ahead and stand up. Close your eyes.”

You stand and cover your peepers with both hands. You smile and giggle as you listen in on the sound of his belt unbuckling, his shirt being discarded along with his black coat. “You can uncover your eyes now, darling.”

You shrill out a yelp and immediately cover your eyes back up the moment you unveiled them. There before you was Heeseung sitting in his throne, completely nude. Both his hands resting on the extravagant arms of the chair with his legs completely spread, revealing the glory of his endowed nature. His cock is stiff, proudly perpendicular as it points north with its impressive length and girth exposed, and the lump sack that foundations the size of his magnificent muscle. Around the base of its circumference, was the sash previously in hand. It was now tied into a neat bow, decorating the shaft while the trimmed edges fall gracefully against his balls. “Heeseung!” You gasp out as you giggle while covering your eyes once more, periodically peeking in between your fingers. You blush immensely as he merely sits there unashamed, smirking with a small deep chuckle. A bit of his teeth can be seen by the side grin he displays in his handsomely sly face. “Like my bow?”

You nearly squeal as you felt too embarrassed and shy to inhale the view. “Heeseung what are you doing?” You suddenly feel the sheer force of his power pull you in. “Giving you exactly what you asked for.”

You stumble as the telekinetic force of his ability drags you closer to the throne chair. Your eyes were still partially covered as he begins to pull you in by the waist, noticing that you kept covering them by the palms of your hands. “Now, what was it that I said before—back on the night when we first met…oh yeah.”

His eyes widen as he remembers the line that started it all. “Sit on it.”

You felt the strength of his arm pull you down as your body came into his reach, forcing you to your knees before him, gaining a more magnifying view of his normally hidden features. His hand reaches the back of your head as he pulls you in, gently kissing the tip of your nose with the shaft of his cock. The silk material neatly tied around brushes against your cheek as he steadies you against him. “Show me how much you love my effort baby. Don’t I make you happy?” He taunts out with a malicious smirk.

You cave in as you inspect the delectable muscle in front of you. God, he was so big. How on earth has he managed to fit this inside you all this time? No wonder it always hurt, though it also brought you the greatest pleasure you’ve ever known. You each up and grip the base of its girth as you nod in response. “You do.”

Your voice was soft and nearly a whisper as you spewed your words while pressing your lips against the skin. “Then show me.” His voice was a contrast from yours. It was deep, dark, and sinister with a tinge of gentleness peeking from the calm tempo of his tone.

You grip over the sash ringing around the base and gently impoverish the tip with kisses. “Fuck…keep going, angel-face.”

At his bidding, you not only kept up with your kisses, but you incorporated the smoothness of your tongue along the grooves of his veins as you licked the entire length, too top to bottom. He flings his head back, exposing his entire throat and gasps air as his Adams apple shifts up, then back down when he gulps. “Oh fuck! You’re going to get it.”

Challenge accepted. You felt brazen as he keeps gulping a lump of choked saliva, which gave you the fortitude to go in more vigorously. You insert the tip in, slurping the juices that coated it. Slowly you inserted as many inches you could possibly fit in. Alas, even after taking in a handful of his length, you were surprised to see that it didn’t even cover half of his size. The tip was already reaching your tonsils. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t care.

“You’re going to take all of me in, darling.” He speaks with lazy hooded eyes half shut, creating a super relaxed expression. His hand placed atop your head, he slowly pushes you down. There was so much of him, you wanted to back out. The discomfort feeling of his base growing thicker the more you went down, while the tip of his length reaches the deep ends of your esophagus, it was all too much. You slap your hands on his thighs and prepared to pull yourself away yet his hand kept you steady. You choke on it with tears squeezing out as you begin to sob out and moan in despair. When he suddenly pauses the pushing and coos you.

“Shhh…take a deep breath through your nose baby.” You do exactly what he guides. “You’re almost there. You’re doing so well, just a little more.”

He continues to push your head down and finally, your nose and lips reach the base of his pelvis. Keeping you there for a few seconds, he finally releases, allowing you to slide him out abruptly, gasping for air. Coughing, you hyperventilate as the string of saliva bridges the tip of his shaft to your mouth, which has now become blistering red while your eyes grew puffy and pink from the sobbing. “P-please! I thought I was going to choke to death!” You hiccuped as you begged him with pleading eyes. He responds by leaning over, cradling his fingers under your chin while pulling you in. “Shh-sh-sh-sh-shhhh. You’re fine, and you’re doing good. Take a deep breath and keep going. You wanna make me happy, don’t you?”

His eyes glared with a darkness that was so ferocious. Of course you wanted to make him happy, for many reasons. Whether it would be for the newfound love you were forced to develop for him, or the fact that you wanted to avoid seeing his bad side, you realized that keeping him happy only meant that you’ll experience his love in purity, no matter how rough it may be. He always told you that he’d love you, even if you upset him, so that you never had to worry about him being angry. But honestly, did you really want to see the Devil angry at you? With his he normally was in his performance of lovemaking, did you really want to test the waters and venture into the dark side of his love for you?

“Y-yes…I do want to make you happy.” You murmured out.

“Good girl” he smirks as he leans back into his chair, nodding as he flicks his eyes down to his cock then right back at you, signaling for you to continue. He looked so stern with that expectant look, yet he was so devilishly handsome doing it.

You regain your grip and continue, going slow and steady at first, gradually picking up the pace as you hear him release his perverse growls. “Come here.”

He voiced out calmly as he takes a handful of your hair and poneytail it within his grip. His other hand gently grips the base of his shaft and lightly, he smacks your cheek and lips with it. “Tell me how much you love me.”

The demeaning act creates a tingle within your gut as the harmonious sounds of the hard muscle slapping your skin while his dark voice accompanies it. “I love you—Heeseung!” You gasp out as you leave your mouth wide open to catch the tip each time he slaps it against your face, only for him to pop it out and tap it once more. “You a good girl or a bad girl?”

You catch the tip once more, and just as well, he pops it back out. “I’m good. I’m a good girl.” You mumble as you stick your tongue out and watched as he lays the shaft against it, gently sliding it up and down. “I beg to differ baby…right now, you look like a bad girl. Really bad.”

You shake your head as you stare right into his dark eyes, swallowing half his size inside your mouth. This time it felt less painful, now that you were already broken in. “I’m good, I swear.”

“Show me how good you are.” He huffs as he allows you to continue with your oral performance. You rotate your soft grip on the bottom half while sucking in the top, simultaneously shifting and combining a motion of love through skin and mouth. “Am I good now?” You ask before sticking the tip back in harshly. His grip continues to hold your hair in place, yet becomes loosened as he succumbs to the pleasure of your actions. The strands fall apart and frames your cheeks as the remaining thatch rests firmly in his palm. His head flings back, once again exposing his entire throat and leaving only his Adam’s apple in your line of sight as he gulps out his words. “You’re getting there.”

“How about now?” You whispered as you suck on his balls, resting both your palms on the stone tile, now on all fours before him. “Please tell me I’m a good girl.”

You lick the entire length, as if you were a dog. His dog.

“Fucking close!” He harshly whispers as you kept going, when finally he relieves you of control and takes it all back, by taking you by the hair and cheek, and forcing you to take his entire length down one final time as he releases deep inside your throat. The taste was sweet and salty, and nearly felt never ending as you felt the pumping of veins and the twitching of muscle against your lips ringing around the circumference. “Good girl.” He growls as he finally shoots out the last drop as he slides out of your mouth.

His gentle nature comes back as he caresses your cheek and kisses the top of your head. “Feel like stargazing, beautiful?”

You nod as he fingers the remnants of his orgasm from the corners of your mouth, and gently feeds it in between your lips. “Swallow all.” He gently whispers while chuckling a smirk. Your finger rest along the soaked sash that has now fallen semi loosely, losing its beat form as the bow completely came undone.

“I’m sorry I ruined your tie.” You slightly whined out as you took notice. “It’s okay—“ he responds positively as he takes it and unties his cock. He loops it around the back of your neck and grips the ends, pulling you closer to his cock once more. “It still serves its purpose.”

His eyes darken once more and that glare of adoration, love, and sexual rage returns.

“Wanna see a magic trick, baby?”

You knew there was no way out. If you shook your head ‘no’, it only would have fueled him more to do the most unthinkable, resulting in pain and pleasure that was too much to bear. You nod in defeat.

“Close your eyes.”

You reach up and cover your eyes. An internal frown rests within you.

“Open.”

You drag your palms down slowly and open your eyes. There he was, still entirely nude and…so were you. Your thighs, waist, neck, and wrists all tied with black sashes and bows. “W-what is this?”

He grins evily as he palms the base of his shaft and growls a dark tone.

“My turn.”

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hwsing · 8 months ago

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hi hi hi! i’d love to request america for the nsfw alphabet (if you want to!!!) please and thank you!

america nsfw alphabet

notes: 18+, reader is gender neutral and includes both bottom and top reader. includes: america (alfred f. jones). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cws: me yapping as always; alfred is a bit weird but nice, creampies, roleplay, vibrators, switch! alfred. wc: about 1.7k words. not really proof read.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

generally speaking — alfred is a wee bit dense, and so i dont think he’s the type to go above and beyond everytime, especially at first; unless you give him some specifics to work with, he’s going to provide some stuff like water food etc a shower if you want, cuddles, just general decompressing. he’ll usually ask how you’re doing as a check in, but he’s not overly inclined to pressing if you don’t say you need something hdhddh. whatever you want is yours though!! he is a sweetie deep down and is Very prone to being. ahem. whipped

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on himself…. the general shoulder/arm region. i dont think hes particularly buff bc i dont think hes even remotely consistent with exercise but, yk those guys that like. hit the gym for six weeks and suddenly are almost ripped? he’s like that,,, just his genetics so no matter what he looks a lil beefy, esp with how much he eats. he likes how big/strong he looks

on his partner, it’s cheesy, but he’d *always* say eyes or your smile. your eyes preferably when you’re smiling, really! even if it’s from you scoffing at something stupid hes doing. what can i say he got the hopeless romantic trait from arthur

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i Must be honest. his cum does not taste particularly good. and he cums A LOT like … i think he’s quite into creampies because he really does have the necessities to make it happen. his favourite places to cum: your mouth/face, makes him flustered to see you have to lick it off

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this was hard because i don’t think he keeps many secrets about this, and he isn’t overly kinky to begin with. i would say that maybe he can be a bit of a creep? he’s just very enamoured by his partner and fantasies a lot, which leads to him mentally sexualizing his partner. you can argue that’s just being horny, but he feels creepy whenever he realizes he’s staring at your ass or down your shirt.

by extension, he doesn’t usually have the balls to steal your underwear but if your laundry is out in the open in any way and you aren’t in the room…………….. you cannot blame him for touching them and taking a sniff okay?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

in our day and age? definitely a good amount of experience. i dont think he’s quite as experienced as he may seem, which embarrasses him on the low but he compensates with his outrageous confidence anyways. by no means close to a virgin though. he still gets around

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

okay so he might say reverse cowgirl but in reality it’s missionary doesnt matter if he’s top or bottom. he just thinks its a lame answer. side note, he loves to hold hands during missionary.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

YOU ALREADY KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW.. he can be more serious (especially if roleplay is involved, he gets oddly invested…) but for the most part he really really really just wants you n him to have a good time so he’ll put a lot of pressure on himself to be entertaining

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he trims and washes well but basically never shaves down there. he will if you ask but he just prefers to keep it trimmed and let it be for the most part. isn’t insanely hairy anyways though

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

alfred values the intimacy of sex quite a bit to be honest. he may not showcase this if you two aren’t close yet, but if you are, it’s so obvious how much he loves you. he’ll say it a lot too when you two are at that level — he borderline worships you in the bedroom honestly. he’s just kinda obsessed and cherishes the relationship he has with you DEEPLY

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i really do believe he had a small addiction at one point. not much to say about that so let’s move on… back in prime playboy days he absolutely read them and other lewd magazines; nowadays, he’s actually a bit more imaginative because i think in recent years he’d pick up the belief that most visual porn on like pornhub and sites of that nature tend to be exploitative. so, he tends to break out some music and get it done. he usually doesn’t get particularly horny unless prompted, so, he can find something to think of with ease.

kind of sucks at masturbating though. he’s horrible at pacing himself, and ends up edging himself accidentally a few times because he gets too close too soon and he has to back off immediately. his poor dick is not cared for well…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i’ve already talked about some obvious ones throughout this alphabet, but another that randomly comes to mind is roleplay. he can feel a bit cringe about it but if he’s in the headspace he can get SO into it. obviously hero roleplay where you should reward him for saving you from the bad guy; he’d humbly dismiss the idea like a good hero, but he’s certainly not complaining when you tug down his pants and suck the life out of him in thanks!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

house/apartment, doesn’t matter where too much but in the privacy of your own space is what he prefers. would question god what he did to deserve it if he EVER got caught with his pants down so he’d just… prefer to keep it safe

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

so easily turned on it’s not even funny. i don’t think his sex drive is super high and sometimes it can feel a bit random — he’s just. So attracted to his partner. he’s losing the idgaf war every. single. day.

there’s the obvious — you bend over to pick something up, your lounge clothes are revealing, you eat something creamy; but, sometimes, it’s just your smile or you fixing up your clothes after they shift. it just gets him thinking…. unholy things….. he wishes he wasn’t so easy but, if you like to initiate, it’s very rare that it doesn’t immediately get him in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

not really an orgy kinda guy

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

https://www.tumblr.com/hwsing/716154815799066624/giving-head

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends a lot of his partner’s preferences to be honest, but generally, middle ground of rough/slow and deep. he’ll speed up and get messy as he gets close when he tops. if he’s bottoming, he prefers slow and gentle or mind numbingly rough and fast depending on the kinda day he had. sex in general can be a productive way for him to burn off stress!!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not a quickie lover but is a quickie truther. sometimes they’re just what’s most convenient, especially during busy times of the year for him when he’s trapped working. you’ll *know* how much he misses you, though, with the needy texts you’ll receive.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

not as much as you’d probably expect but he’s still quite experimental! he can just feel a bit embarrassed/shy experiencing or doing something new in front of someone, especially if you already are knowledgeable/have done said thing, but he’ll put on his big boy pants and manage.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

as long as you need, and after. doesn’t last all that long himself unless he tries really hard to pace himself, but his recovery time is terrifying.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i have a hard time imagining he owns one himself, but he’s most certainly down to incorporate them, whether he has to buy them or you already own them. i think he’s particularly fond of vibrators (simple but he quite likes what he can turn you into with them!) and butt plugs

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

over all, i dont think i’d consider him a particularly big tease. he has his moments, but i think it’s more likely *you’re* the one teasing him, even if you don’t mean to be. his teasing would usually come from you being flustered or easily aroused, because not only is it cute to him, but a massive ego boost to him. win win!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

so sorry if you have a roommate and you guys do it at your place because boy is he ever LOUD he triessss not to sort of not really but he really cannot help it. will not and cannot stop yapping, let alone the *sounds* he makes — so much moaning and groaning and blah blah.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has sneezed when he was yanking it and it was the most uncomfortable orgasm he can ever imagine

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a shower, 7” long 6” girth he’s thicc, notably veiny but nothing overpowering. slightly curved. safe to say he’s quite satisfied with his package.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not particularly high. he usually needs a reason to be turned on — however, once he has a partner, suddenly a reason is often presenting itself…..

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

usually won’t fall asleep fast unless it’s past his bedtime already. just doesn’t tire very easily.

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rosynanapen26 · 2 years ago

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GANONDORF X READER

I was in hospital for 30 hours and had to start writting the smut part while I was on morphine. Really great decision... 👍 Anyway it's my first Ganon fanfiction so I hope I wrote the character well. I Imagined Ganon in Hyrule Warrior while writting this.

Warnings: SMUT Dubcon (kinda, I just want to be dominated by that man 😳), lust potion and use of force (I like things kinky and hard sorry not sorry) I ain't into villains and bad guys acting like puppies, so don't expect fluffy stuff. He's a bad guy. Not the Demon King for nothing.

On AO3 as well

It's being three years since Hyrule fell. Three years since the castle darkened. There was no sight of the princess anywhere after the king falls. Rumors has it that an evil Gerudo man took the place of the late king and that was the reason why the sun was never in the sky, replace by black clouds, especially close to the castle.

You were always taking a walk in the shopping district of the castle, taking in the songs of the birds and the voices of marchands urging people to buy their stocks. Everything, you would buy it there. But not anymore.

With no more exchanges between the four cities, there was nothing to buy in Hyrule. It was a dead place no matter where you lay your eyes upon. You had to go by feet in Goron city for the spices, Zora domain for the fishes, Rito village for arrows, sugar canes as well as oil and Gerudo town for the fruits. Only apples were growing close to your home and it was getting dimmer and dimmer.

You made plan to get to one place each five days since the travelling was taking you two and a half. One if you were lucky to not incountered monsters lurking.

Today you would be going to Gerudo town to restock. You didn't dare go for some days after hearing more beasts were in the region. Hopefully today it would be calm. You changed for the heat while hiding your head from the gust of sand that were frequent and made your way to the town.

You knew you were closer when the dried grass started disappearing and the rocks made their presence known with their massiveness. They were huge. So big that they curved in the center, almost hiding the sun for any light to go through. And no sunlight in the Gerudo desert meant a chilling cold. Fortunately your clothes were warm enough to support the drop of temperature.

It wasn't warm enough however to keep you from the chill that went all the way through your spine. It seemed darker despite the sun hidden already and the shadow casted next to you gave you the affirmation you weren't alone. With small steps, you turned face to face with a enormous horse. His skin as black as charcol and his mane like fire. Your breath stucked in your throat when you saw the rider.

Ganondorf.

You would prefer being embushed by ten bokoblins than with this devil. You had at least a chance of getting away with the first.

"What is a girl like you doing here at night?" His gruff voice made the hair on your body stand as his eyes stared at you in the darkness.

You didn't like the attention on you like this, especially from this type of person. You stepped back, hoping to skirt around the man. "Nothing that concern you, sir." But he moved his horse in your way, halting you as the animal tapped its left hoof angrily with a whinny. You almost tripped at its actions.

"I insist." Ganondorf got down his mount, the clacking of his metal armor resonating in the silence as he made his way to you. He felt something special about you and despite having his doubt about a mere hylian, he would get to the bottom of this. Just like the animal was, the man was huge. Some hair escaped from the shawl on your head, his own red free in the wind. "I think you know who I am."

"I really do not know." You wished he would leave you alone. Ganondorf was gorgeous in your opinion, yes, but a danger. An evil being. It wasn't recommend to mess or less talk with him.

He gritted his teeth. "Do not lie to me, little girl." He grasped your wrist forcefully and you let out a painful whine. "Lying to me is like spitting on my face. Showing dirrespect will get you nowhere." Your body struggled against his hold, profanities leaving your lips every second for him. His eyes widened suddendly when a light blind the both of you, but not enough for the man to losen his grip. "That mark—" A twisted smile appeared on his face at the middle triangle glowing on the back of your hand. "So the legend is true. It does exist."

Confused and scared, you didn't falter your movements. "What are you talking about?" Your eyes met, the claws of his armor leaving a gasp from you. "Let me go!"

"I can't do that now with you in possession of something so important." There was a pregnant pause as his eyes gazed over your form. "You could still proved useful after I've taken it." Your brows furrowed in confusion at his words.

"What—"

Ganondorf reached for the glow with one hand while the other was still holding you in mid-air. It felt like he was piercing your skin and you screamed, the light around you growing bigger. By the time the light dismished, your body fell limp. The triangle that was on your hand turned grey, getting a scoff from the man. He smirked nonetheless knowing he was closer to get the power he wanted and deserved.

"Just two more."

•°•°•

Your sleep was over when you were throw on something soft. The action making your body bounced and mind alert. The hair on your skin rose up when your eyes made out a figure.

How long was he there?

"Look who decided to finally wake up." He sneered. You jumped from the bed but a yelp left your mouth when you were held back, tangling on the side of the bed. A gold chain was on your ankle, great.

Your eyes glared at him after colliding with the bedpost. Anything to be far from him although you knew inside that wouldn't stop this monster. "You got what you want Ganondorf. Why am I still here?"

The man chuckled darkly. "Feisty, aren't we?" He started to take off his armor, only the armsets with the claws staying. When he turned around however, red flood on your face. He already seemed built but without a top? The man was buff with muscles, red chest hair contrasting with his skin color. Your eyes broke from the sight immediately, hoping the Gerudo didn't see that.

But, oh, he did. "Enjoying the view small one?" Ganondorf threw the armor far while approaching your form dangerously. His eyes slit, challenging you to lie to him again and that shut you up. It only left you angry at yourself for finding this evil king attractive.

"You will stay here to keep me compagny and do as I say. Better started getting obediant now."

Keeping him compagny? "So now I am your pet?" You murmured unhappy, yanking the chain in resilience.

Ganondorf smirked devilishly, lookind down at you. He sounded condescending. "If you want to call it that way, pet." He emphasized the last word. "But you will watch your mouth soon enough."

"Or what?"

The door knocked suddenly, catching you on guard at who it might be. However, by the smile widening on the Gerudo man, you weren't excited to know. A sheikah entered the room. They look at you briefly and then at him. "Lord Ganondorf, I had found what you requested." The sheikah bowed down, giving the man a vial filled with red liquid.

Ganondorf didn't even look their way, his amber eyes on the vial with a twisted expression. "You're still being loyal after all these years, Sheik. I'm surprised."

"I follow whoever is the enemy of the royal family."

"That'll be all." The Sheika left in a puff of smoke.

"What is that?" Your voice was hoarse from the anxiousness, your gaze between the vial and the man.

"Something to keep you in line. It will bring great excitement to you, don't worry." The Gerudo man thugged the chain toward him, resulting in your body sliding to the end of the bed like a doll. It's like you weight nothing. It got a yelp from you and a booming laugh from him. He gripped the ties harder, bringing your face closer to his after the man crouched. "Open wide." But your mouth stayed close. Ganondorf growled at your disobience, irritated. "Don't start again, girl." He grabbed your cheeks and pressed with his armored claws digging into the skin. "Drink."

You finally let go after looking at him. The liquid ran down your troat. Instantately you felt hot and lighthead. "That fast huh?"

You couldn't keep your eyes off Ganondorf, your silent attraction reavealing itself so easily. "I feel strange."

He positionned himself on top of you, chest in full view. "You understand the effects do you, princess?" That nickname was new but it didn't bother you much as it turned you on more instead. Ganondorf cut the clothes with the sharp tip before grazing your nipples, eliciting a loud moan from you. Your voice ragged and reaching for air. The man continued to massage your breasts. "How does it feels?"

"You bastard—AH!"

He smirked triumphally while sucking the sensitive part. His tongue was hot and moving fast against your nipple. Your breath quickened at the attention your body was receiving. You hate that you love this. "Don't stop..." You whimpered, hiding your face with your hand.

"What was that girl?" You were interrupted by his hand caressing your lower parts. "Mh." Ganondorf gazed down a moment, his grin larger. "You're enjoying this quite a lot I see." The squishing sound of your garment and the juices were making you even more embarrassed.

"Just...." You try to ignore his eyes lingering on you. "Please continue..."

"Certainly princess."

Your lower body was naked as the air caressed your pussy. The man didn't struggle to take off partly his robe, revealing his member pulsing in front of you. Your pupils dilated and your mouth opened. "It won't fit—"

Ganondorf hands grabbed you easily by the hips, putting you on his lap, just over his member. Your owns instantly placed on his shoulders to create distance. "You were so excited to continue this little game." His voice resonated in your ears like honey, earning another whimper.

"I—"

His armored hand grabbed your cheekbones with power while you watched him with a mixture of lust and fear. "I'm in charge here girl. Don't command me, a king."

The intrusion was sudden but weirdly not as painful as you had thought. Maybe because your juices were flowing and cascading down the interior of your thighs. "That's it." He groaned silently, closing his eyes. The man's hands moved to your waist, applying more force before bringing your down again.

Your gasps filled the room. You were shaking. "It's too much! I'm too filled!"

"Perfect." Ganondorf replied and smacked his hips into you repeatively. He grabbed your hair from behind, another moan leaving your lips in exctasy. "You're mine to keep." He rolled his pelvis, touching new parts inside you that made you see stars. "Your power is mine. All of you—" He growled, changing position so you were now crouched on top of him, his arms snaking around your body and entering deeper than he had previously. "Is mine."

Your eyes rolled to the back, tongue out and sweat running down your body. "More....More please." You whimpered, shaking.

The movement stopped suddenly as his grip on you losened. You watched him with confusion and despair. You were so close! "Why are you stopping?" Your hands were on his pecks, his breathing moving your whole body to the ryththm.

"Oh, don't worry, princess. We are far from finished." He explained smugly. You were roughly switched on your stomach, your eyes half-lidded from the potion and the pleasure. Ganondorf fondled with your buttcheeks and you were vocal again after metal slapped the flesh.

"Ah!"

The man hips collided with your back, the new intrusion farther inside you. He gripped one arm, arching your body towards him while the other hand rest on the redened flesh. "How do you feel?" He huffed, his pelvis either creating round movements or entering forcefully, eliciting shocks across your body. "I sense your lust from your part of the triforce." He groaned, slapping harder but slower.

"I can't feel like this—I can't—" You mumbled inconherently and before you knew it, white filled your vision.

You rested there on the bed, panting and disheveled as Ganondorf looked over at you one last time then left the room laughing with an evil smile on his lips.

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astarions-bride · 10 months ago

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hey, this totally isn't z0mibite. Can I get 32 and 9 from the kinky masterlist, pretty please? Location, preferably a tent ⛺️

This turned out a bit longer than anticipated 😅 hope you enjoy! ❤️

A few days into the expedition once you reached the depths of the Amazon, and a lot of hard trekking where yourself and the rest of the crew had to scramble to keep pace with Rob and the Professor, you all found a camping spot that was near a small river where you could finally bathe and replenish their water. You nearly wept and the scientist Tim was misty eyed at the prospect of taking a bath as opposed to the little quick rinses they’ve been doing. The Professor had been pushing them at a brutal pace, excitement boosted at the discovery of a yellow Boa not indigenous to the region, and you had the suspicions that he has forgotten that most of his crew weren’t used to such brutal conditions.

Everyone except Rob.

You had kept a hefty distance away from the older man without being too obvious since he discovered your little crush when Tim was talking way too loud within earshot of the stoic man, you were asking less questions and avoiding eye contact, but Rob had been perfectly normal. However, you had felt his eyes boring into your back when you would film a few scenes of the nature around them whenever James decided to give you the camera, and there was one occasion where you caught him slowly running his eyes over your body. Of course, that led you to tripping over your feet and nearly twisting an ankle in shock at the dark glint in his bright blue eyes.

You had tried your very best to keep a distance away from Rob, being on your best behavior helping film interviews, and on some level you were successful. It didn’t make your constant anxiety go away though. Especially when he would offer a hand when walking over unstable earth or a rushing stream, his long fingers burning against your skin at the contact, and you nearly fell into a river when he put his hands on your waist to hoist you up over a rock. James found that amusing and had the camera in your face the entire time. Making enough noise that even the Professor had to chide him.

Every moment with Rob seemed to deepen your crush. His experience in the wilderness and knowledge of animals left you fighting against the urge to swoon, his deep soothing voice calm as he explained every question that was thrown at him by Tim or James or even Michelle, and you caught yourself smiling as you filmed him while Michelle interviewed him. Noting the crinkles at the corners of his eyes when he flashed a rare smile, the way he seemed to be a well of information that he shared easily, and the way his voice alone made a flush rise in your face. You could barely contain yourself when he addressed the camera. Looking into your eyes just shy of the lens with an intensity that left you clenching your thighs together. The way his eyes tracked every movement you made you knew that he caught the way you shifted and the way your face flushed. You should have known that he would talk to you sooner rather than later.

You had just finished your quick bath, reveling in the feeling of being squeaky clean, and you decided to film a few shots of the water and surrounding trees after everybody had a chance to clean themselves. In the background you could hear James chatting happily somewhere behind you with an awkwardly laughing Lisa and you smiled softly as you filmed a bird hopping around the riverbank. Suddenly, a body stepped up beside you, and the feel of body heat chasing away the slight chill left over from your bath had you fighting a shiver.

“Tonight. Your tent,” Rob murmured quietly, voice quiet yet still had a slight edge that brooked no argument, and this time you weren’t able to hide your shiver at his words.

Gathering your fleeting courage, you turned slightly to stare up at him. The man was staring out over the water, blue eyes flicking over the entire area and into the trees as if a beast was gonna jump out of the bushes any moment, and his face was carefully void of emotion. Standing next to him you felt incredibly small, your head barely reaching his broad shoulders, and your breath caught in your throat when his eyes darted to you.

His eyes were intense, seeming to peer straight into your soul, and any air in your lungs seemed to evaporate. This was the first time he had spoken to you about your obvious attraction to him and your hands began to sweat at his stare.

“All you have to do is say ‘no’,” he offered just as quietly and your heart jumped into your throat at the prospect of losing any chance with him.

Your answer apparently was written all over your face since the tension in his shoulders seemed to ease. Seemingly satisfied that he had got his point across he turned on his heel and walked back to the tree line where the crew were setting up their tents. You eyed the darkening sky through the thick canopy, the smell of oncoming rain filled your burning lungs, and your hands trembled as you put the camera up.

It seems you had a date to prepare for.

Later on, long after the sun had set and the heavy rain was pelting your tent, you were curled up under your sleeping bag on the verge of a panic attack. You had prepared yourself the best you could under the circumstances. A packet of Vaseline tucked underneath your makeshift pillow, your pants and panties were folded neatly in your bag which left you in just a loose t-shirt, and your senses seemed to heighten with every minute you were left waiting. You took a moment to be thankful that you had a tent all to yourself. A twig snapped by your tent, making your entire body go rigid, and you silently prayed it wasn’t some creature that would force you to run through the trees half naked. Your tent quietly zipped open, your ears straining for any other noises over the pounding rain, and cool air rushed into your tent before it was quickly closed again. The sudden silence was deafening. You could hear his breathing and you envied the slow calm breaths.

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage almost painfully and your lungs seemed to refuse to work.

“Are you certain?” Rob asked softly and you squeezed your eyes shut in the darkness at his deep voice.

Unable to force words out of your mouth, you pried your fingers off your pillow to reach underneath and thrust the pack of makeshift lube in his general direction, but you stayed curled on your side away from him. Unable to force your body to move as your nerves got the best of you. Without another word you heard the distinct sound of fabric on fabric before feeling him slide underneath your blanket and into your sleeping bag. His body heat wrapped around you and you couldn’t stop the shiver that raced down your spine.

“Are you cold?” Rob asked, his voice so close to your ear and his strong lean body sliding close, and you fisted your blanket in your hands as anxiety clawed at you.

“No,” you finally managed to choke out, before jumping as a warm calloused hand landed on your bare thigh underneath your shirt.

His hand slid carefully against your skin, brushing over your thigh before settling against your hip, and you bit your lip as he reached up to tug on your shirt. It took you a moment to realize he wanted it off. With trembling hands you pulled the shirt over your head and shivered again at the sudden rush of cool air. Chills erupted over your skin, your nipples pebbling as his warm hand swept against your hip and up to your ribcage, and then he slid his hand further up. He brushed against the swells of your breasts, making your breath hitch, and then he suddenly curled his hand around your thigh. With your breath lodged in your throat, you let him spread your thighs and fought a whimper when he placed your leg across his, letting your knee hook over his lap. Exposed and anxious, you tried to mimic his even breathing, but jerked harshly against him as lubed fingers suddenly dipped between your thighs.

You tried to snap your legs close out of reflex, but his forearm held you open.

“Easy,” Rob whispered against your hair, pressing his body closer to you until you felt every bare inch of him, and he kept his hand right where it was as you forced yourself to relax.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hating how on edge you were, and a fuzzy idea formed in your racing mind. You forced one hand away from your blanket and hesitantly curled your hand over Rob’s wrist. You ignored how you were still trembling, but the man behind you waited patiently to see what you were going to do next. Biting your lip, you began moving his hand against you, and you heard his breath hitch. You fell into the familiar pattern that always sent you shaking with pleasure and the feel of his rough fingers sliding against your sensitive folds had a small whine escaping your throat.

Soon, all tension from your body had dissipated, and you were subtly rocking your hips against his fingers. You felt him nuzzle into your hair, placing a kiss against the nape of your neck, and he hummed lightly at the growing wetness between your thighs.

“You’ve wanted this for a while, huh?” he asked in a hushed voice and your leg twitched against his hip at the husky tone.

His words made your face burn, but you quickly forgot about your embarrassment when his middle finger sank deep into your core as his thumb lazily circled your clit. Your eyes shot open in the dark as your hips jerked forward into his touch and your breath caught in your throat.

“Answer me, sweetheart,” he said and you whimpered at the stretch as he added another finger inside you alongside the first.

You nodded as you breathed deeply through your nose to stop yourself from passing out at the sudden pleasure.

Rob’s fingers slipped free from your warmth, making you whine at the loss, but then you felt something bigger nudge against you.

“I want to hear you say it,” he said quietly and your eyes fluttered shut as he began rocking subtly against you, dragging his length through your soaked folds, and your head leaned back to rest against his shoulder.

You felt the scruff of his short beard brush against your temple as he nuzzled against you.

“Please, Rob,” you choked out and you felt his free hand slip up to anchor around your mouth.

You were momentarily confused, making a small noise in question, before nearly shrieking as he sheathed himself deep inside you to the hilt. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as an unflattering noise wheezed out of you and he shushed you gently in your ear.

He thankfully stilled against you to let your body adjust, keeping his hand over your mouth to muffle any noise, and you felt his other hand massage the meat of your thigh.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, grinding up into you as you slowly adjusted to his girth, and you whimpered at both the words and movement.

You eventually found yourself moving with him, rocking against him as much as you could while pinned against him, and slid his hand from your mouth to wrap gingerly around your throat. Rob began to move in a slow sensual rhythm and you nearly bit your lip bloody to keep your sounds down. Eventually he moved to a faster pace, snapping his hips against you until you were left clawing at his arm as pleasure coiled tight in your pelvis and warmth radiated from your center. Your body ached at the stretch and the vigorous movement, but it only heightened the bliss rushing through you. The man was grunting in your ear, words of praise mixed with utter filth, and his grip on your thigh turned bruising.

You realized you were panting out his name as he fucked into you, the air in the tent humid and reeking of sex as you failed for breath, and you slapped a hand over your own mouth as a quick and devastating orgasm hit you without warning. Your body arched against him, eyes rolling back in pleasure, and you heard him quietly talking you through your orgasm as he slowed his pace to something slow and deep to draw out your pleasure. It wasn’t until you fell limp and twitching against him that you realized he was still hard inside you. You made a muffled noise against your hand and moved your other hand to reach back to pet through his hair. Rob pulled out, making you wince and moan at the loss, before you felt him pumping himself with his free hand. You leaned your head back to mouth at his jaw, feeling him adjust to press his lips against yours, and he groaned deep in his chest as warmth spilled between your thighs and against your cunt. You moaned again at the sensation, feeling marked as his mouth swallowed your small noises as his tongue swept into your mouth, and you felt his body relax against you.

You both panted almost in tandem and you couldn’t stop the slurred giggle that escaped you.

“I should have said something sooner,” you muttered and felt him smile against your shoulder where he was busy placing soft kisses.

Rob helped ease your thighs close, your body still feeling weak and sluggish, and you felt him pull you closer. You turned around until you faced him, cuddling into his chest shyly considering the act you just committed within feet of your crew mates, and your heart skipped a beat when he wrapped his arms around you.

“Had to wait for the rain. Otherwise we would’ve waken the entire camp,” he explained and you flushed in embarrassment at the truth in his words.

“We should clean up,” you eventually whispered as your eyelids threatened to slip shut and he hummed.

“I’ll clean you up when I’m done with you,” he said evenly and you pressed your heated face against his chest to hide your goofy grin.

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