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Vinny Mauro x Reader

Chapter 10

chapter warnings: a little nsfw ???

I KNOW!! ANOTHER LATE CHAPTER I'M SORRY!!!! i kinda forgot to post last night... but miw announced another uk/eu show this morning and i almost threw up i'm so excited!! i didn't get to go to the last so i WILL be there this time <3 (and the london date is on valentines day?)

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After the kiss, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

You tried to convince yourself it was just a moment, you just did it to get out of your system as he said, it was just something that could be brushed off the same way he had. But every time you closed your eyes, it replayed… his mouth, the way he held you like he didn’t want to let go, the sound he made when you kissed him back.

Living with him didn’t help. It just made things worse.

He was always there. Not in an obvious way, Vinny didn’t hover, but it felt like no matter where you were in the house, he was just on the other side of the wall, or walking past, or calling out your name from the kitchen to ask if you wanted the last slice of pizza.

And he hadn’t treated you any differently since that night. He still joked with you, invited you to join movie nights with AJ and Emil, tossed popcorn at you when you weren’t paying attention. Like nothing had changed.

But everything had changed for you.

So tonight was supposed to be a distraction.

You were going out and getting drinks with Ciaran. He was sweet, funny, handsome. He liked the same weird underground bands you did, and was easy to talk to. He should’ve been enough. And maybe he would’ve been, if Vinny wasn’t still in your orbit.

But he was. Always.

You weren’t even sure what you wanted from Ciaran, if you wanted anything at all. When Vin had suggested you just saw him as a friend, it got you rethinking everything, because maybe he was right? All you knew was that Vinny seemed content with staying in that safe middle ground, where friends kissed but didn’t talk about it, where hands wandered but nothing ever meant anything.

You just weren’t sure how much longer you could stay there with him without breaking and giving in.

You took one last glance in the mirror before slipping quietly down the stairs. Your boots thudded softly against each step as you tried not to draw attention to yourself. You could hear the distant clicking of a controller from the living room, Vinny must’ve been playing on his xbox…

You almost made it to the door before he called out, making you jump.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

You turned, eyebrows raising. He was lounging back on the couch in joggers and a hoodie, one arm draped across the backrest, his controller resting in his lap. The faint glow from the TV screen lit up the side of his face.

You glanced down at yourself..

“Yeah…?” You replied slowly, unsure where he was going with this.

Vinny didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you.

His eyes drifted down your body, taking in the sight of you dressed up for another man. For the first time in a long time, you felt naked under his gaze, not in a bad way, but in a way that made your skin burn, like every inch of you was under scrutiny.

Your stomach did a flip.

He’d never looked at you like this before. It wasn’t playful, nor teasing. It was something else entirely.

You lifted your chin, trying to ground yourself.

“Is there something wrong with it?” You asked.

Vinny held out two fingers and crooked them in a slow, come-here motion.

You hesitated, then slowly walked toward him.

Close enough to smell his shampoo, that scent that had been on your clothes for days after the kiss. Close enough to feel your breath hitch when his hand reached out, fingers brushing the hem of your skirt.

“It’s cute,” he said softly, voice lower now. “Just…”

His fingers barely touched your thigh as he tugged the fabric down an inch. A meaningless gesture. The skirt wasn’t riding up. It was clearly just an excuse to touch you.

“Don’t want you to be cold.” He added, still not meeting your eyes.

You stared at him, your heart pounding. His hand dropped back to his lap like it hadn’t just set you on fire.

You swallowed.

“Thanks.” You murmured, even though you didn’t mean it.

This wasn’t nothing. You could pretend all you wanted, but that didn’t change the way your body reacted to him. The way he looked at you like he wanted more but wouldn’t ask. The way you couldn’t stop hoping he would.

“Have fun.” Vinny called casually as you turned away.

You didn’t say anything back.

As the door shut behind you, you were already trying to steady your breathing. Already trying to shove his touch out of your mind. But it clung to you like smoke and lingered on your skin long after you had left.

…

The bar was cute and cozy, tucked on a quieter street just outside the main square. It was dimly lit, there was soft music playing from the speakers, barely audible over the sound of chatter and bursts of laughter. It should’ve been perfect.

Ciaran was already there when you arrived, leaning against the bar with two drinks in hand, one for him and one for you. He looked nice, like he always did. Relaxed, approachable, smile already spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Hey,” he said, handing you the drink without hesitation. “Wow, you look…” He trailed off as he looked at you, “...Amazing.” He finished, eyes lingering for a second longer than they probably should’ve.

You forced a laugh. It wasn’t that it wasn’t sweet. It was. It just wasn’t the voice you wanted to hear saying those words.

“Thanks.” You replied, giving him a smile you hoped looked more genuine than it felt.

You let him lead you to a booth tucked near the back. The conversation started easily enough. Ciaran was a talker, he could carry any silence with a joke or some random stories that he knew would make you laugh. He asked you about what you had been up to recently, how the move had been, work, etcetera.

And you answered. You smiled. You nodded. But half your brain wasn’t there.

It was still at home.

Still replaying the way Vinny’s fingers had grazed your thigh.

The way he didn’t meet your eyes.

The way he said, “Don’t want you to be cold.”

Bullshit.

“-and then he just fell off the stage mid-guitar solo, we didn’t even notice at first!” Ciaran said, grinning. “We’re all freaking out, thinking he broke his nose or something, but he just got up and kept playing.”

You blinked. Realised you hadn’t heard half the story.

“Right,” you said quickly, hoping you hadn’t missed a question. “That’s… actually kind of impressive.”

Ciaran chuckled, sipping his drink.

“I’m not talking too much, am I? You’ve been a little distant tonight? Everything okay?”

He said it casually, but it landed harder than it should have.

“Yes, I’m fine,” you insisted, a little too fast. “I just… I didn’t sleep too well last night, I’ve been pretty tired all day. Sorry.”

He smiled, but there was something in his eyes. Concern? Doubt?

You didn’t want to make him feel weird. You liked Ciaran. He never did anything wrong, you just couldn’t help the way you felt, no matter how much you wished you could.

He just wasn’t Vinny.

And the worst part? Vinny wasn’t even yours.

You sipped your drink, letting the conversation flow again, willing yourself to be present. But then Ciaran reached across the table and brushed his fingers against yours, and your skin didn’t buzz, didn’t spark, didn’t do anything.

It was kind. Gentle. Meant to make you feel something.

And it only reminded you of what you were trying not to feel.

Vinny’s hand tugging your skirt down. The look in his eyes, even if he wouldn’t meet yours. The quiet weight of everything unsaid between you.

You smiled at Ciaran anyway. Let your fingers stay where they were.

Because if Vinny was set on just being your friend… what else were you supposed to do?

…

The night wore on slowly.

After another round of drinks and a failed attempt at pool, where you accidentally knocked the cue ball clean off the table and Ciaran almost peed himself laughing, you suggested calling it.

It wasn’t that you weren’t having some kind of fun. But there was this growing weight in your chest that you couldn’t shake, like the longer you stayed, the more you were pretending to be someone who wasn’t already halfway home in her head.

Outside, the air was cooler than you expected, cutting through your jacket. You rubbed your hands together, the alcohol keeping you warmer than it probably should’ve, and Ciaran stood close, watching you with a sort of fondness you didn’t know what to do with.

“Thanks for tonight.” He said, his voice a little softer than before.

“Of course,” you murmured. “It was nice.”

He nodded, then stepped in closer, just enough to make your heart shift uneasily in your chest.

You knew it was coming before it happened.

His hand lifted, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, and you didn’t stop him. You didn’t lean in, either. But when he kissed you- on the lips this time, not the cheek like he had only ever done previously- it was soft, slow, careful.

You let it happen.

Because you wanted to feel something. You wanted to know if you were just imagining this whole thing with Vinny. If maybe it was just your brain inventing sparks where there weren’t any. If maybe the feelings were just because he was close, familiar, or… something else.

But this kiss?

It wasn’t anything like kissing Vinny.

It didn’t set anything on fire.

It didn’t even light a match.

Ciaran tilted his head slightly, parting his lips like he was about to deepen it, like he wanted to mean it more than he already did, but you pulled back, not harshly, just enough.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You glanced down.

“Taxi’s here,” you said, a little breathless, though not from the kiss.

He nodded, eyes searching your face for something.

“Can I see you again? Before I go back? It’s just for my dad’s birthday, I’ll be gone for like four days.”

You hesitated. Just long enough for him to notice.

But then you smiled, soft and noncommittal.

“Text me when you’re back, okay?”

He leaned in again, pressing a light kiss to your cheek this time.

“Good night, beautiful.”

You smiled, stepping back toward the waiting car.

But as you climbed into the backseat and gave the driver your address, your fingers twitched in your lap, your mouth still faintly tingling, not from the kiss itself, but from how much it didn’t affect you.

And all you could think about was the taste of red starburst.

And the ghost of hands tugging at the hem of your skirt.

…

By the time you got back, it was almost 2 a.m.

You half-hoped Vinny would be asleep, maybe even passed out on the couch with his headphones on, the way he usually did when he stayed up too late gaming. You weren’t ready to face him, not when your mind was still tangled up in a kiss that hadn’t meant anything, and the feeling of his rough fingers against your thigh.

But when you quietly stepped through the front door, you were met with the soft glow of the living room lamp and the faint hum of the television.

He was still awake.

Vinny was sprawled across the couch, one arm slung over his eyes, legs dangling off the edge, the end credits of Mall Cop scrolling across the screen. His hair was a mess, and he looked as if he hadn’t meant to fall asleep, almost like he had been waiting up for you, yet you knew he wouldn’t admit it.

Then, to yout surprise, his voice came low and scratchy.

“How was lover boy?”

You groaned, kicking off your shoes and shrugging off your jacket.

“Seriously?”

He moved just enough to glance at you, a lazy smirk on his lips.

“What? I’m just asking how it went.”

You didn’t answer right away. You sat on the far end of the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, suddenly aware of how bare you felt without your jacket. The outfit had felt fine earlier, but under Vinny’s gaze, you felt like every inch of skin was on display.

“It was fine.” You said finally.

Vinny raised an eyebrow.

“Fine? Damn. Poor guy.”

You rolled your eyes.

“He was nice. It was pretty fun, I had a good time.”

He didn’t say anything to that. Just leaned forward, rubbing a hand over his jaw like he was thinking something through, and then nodded.

“Cool. Glad you had fun.”

But the air between you didn’t ease. You both stayed frozen, caught somewhere between familiarity and the quiet tension that had been building for weeks.

Then he looked at you.

His gaze dipped, quickly, to your lips. Barely a second. But it was long enough to make your stomach flip, so you quickly turned your head toward the TV.

So did he.

Then the silence stretched.

“Did you wait up for me?” You asked, your voice a little quieter.

He nodded, still looking at the screen.

“Wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

Your chest fluttered.

“And what if I didn’t?” You teased, lips quirking.

Vinny scoffed.

“Don’t joke. For all I know, Craig could’ve been a serial killer, or he could’ve been trying to kidnap you!”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“First of all, it’s Ciaran. And he’s not. I trust him.”

“Uh huh,” Vin said flatly. “And I don’t.”

You just shook your head, and shifted the conversation.

“So how was your night?” You asked.

“Pretty chill,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. The hem of his shirt rode up slightly, revealing his lower stomach and the trail of hair...

You didn’t mean to look.

But you did.

…And he noticed.

“Hey,” he grinned, “my eyes are up here.”

You choked on a laugh, heat blooming in your cheeks.

“Shit. Yeah… Uh, well, I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

He gave you a small nod, still smiling.

“Night, y/n.”

“Night, Vin.”

You padded upstairs, closing your bedroom door behind you and pressing your back to it, releasing a slow, shaky breath. Your skin was still warm. Still buzzing. Not from the bar. Not from Ciaran.

From him.

From the way he looked at you, like maybe he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. Like maybe he did feel the same way as you.

You tried to shake it off, moving to your dresser. You pulled out your usual sleepwear, an old oversized band tee and a pair of cotton shorts, and reached for the zipper on the back of your top.

Your fingers barely grazed it.

You stretched your arm awkwardly, trying to angle yourself in the mirror. Nothing. The zipper wouldn’t budge.

You groaned under your breath, frustrated.

You tried again and again, you tried to slip your arms out of the sleeves so you could twist it around but nope. Nothing was working.

The only option left was one you were very much trying to avoid.

Vinny.

You heard him walk upstairs a few minutes ago, his door creaking closed behind him.

Maybe he was already asleep.

But maybe he wasn’t?

You hesitated, then crept quietly into the hallway, standing outside his door. Judging by the light spilling from beneath the door, you assumed he was still up.

Your heart thudded painfully in your chest as you raised a hand and knocked, three soft taps.

Nothing. Maybe he was asleep?

You wait a second, then you hear it…

A low, quiet sound, barely audible through the door.

You suddenly freeze.

It takes you a moment to register what it is.

Ragged breathing, the faint rustle of fabric, the unmistakable rhythm of movement.

Your stomach drops.

Oh.

You should walk away.

You should.

So why did your feet stay rooted to the floor, fingers curled into your palm as your breath catches in your throat.

Another sound. A quiet exhale. A soft curse.

Your face burns.

Your stomach was doing backflips, and you couldn’t deny there was an ache between your thighs as you thought about what may just be happening behind the door.

You know you shouldn’t be listening. This was something private. You should turn around, go back to your room, pretend you didn’t just knock on his door while he was in the middle of-

The bed creaks.

You panic.

Shit!

You quickly knock again, louder this time, clearing your throat as you attempt to sound normal.

“Vinny?”

There’s a sudden stillness inside the room.

Then rustling, follwed by a quiet, sharp inhale.

“…Y/n? Is that you?” His voice is rough, a little strained.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a second before answering.

“Yeah, I, uh- I need help with something.”

Silence.

Then, the sound of sheets shifting, footsteps padding toward the door.

It opens.

Vinny stands in front of you, leaning against the doorframe, his hair slightly messy, his face a little flushed and beads of sweat on his forehead. His shirt is gone, and the waistband of his sweats sits low on his hips.

He runs a hand through his hair, his voice still a little hoarse.

“What d’you need?”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to act normal. You turn slightly, showing him your back.

“I can’t reach it.”

There was another pause, before Vin chuckled quietly.

“Seriously?”

You huff.

“Yes, seriously. I can't reach and I don't want to be stuck in this all night. Are you gonna help me or not?”

You hear him exhale through his nose before you feel the warmth of his fingers brush against your neck as he moves your hair, before they press against your back.

Slow and careful, he drags the zipper down, the cool air meeting your skin inch by inch.

The hand that wasn’t on the zip held your waist, and you could feel your pulse racing.

Vinny doesn’t say anything, and neither do you.

You could feel his knuckles dragging against your spine, could hear the subtle hitch in his breath when the fabric loosened and revealed more of your skin.

When he reaches the end of the zipper, his fingers linger on your bare skin, just for a second before pulling away.

“There.” He murmurs.

You turn to face him, holding the front of your shirt to keep it from slipping, since you weren’t wearing a bra beneath.

His gaze flickers over your face, then lower, just for a second, before he looks away, stepping back into his room.

You clear your throat, forcing a smile as your eyes meet his.

“Thanks.”

Vinny doesn’t say anything at first. He just watches you, your fingers still gripping the fabric of your shirt against your chest, trying to keep it from slipping. The air was so thick between you two, you could cut the tension with a knife.

“You okay?” He finally asks, his voice quieter now, softer, the rasp still lingering in his throat from before.

You nod. Then hesitate.

“I, um…” You start, eyes dropping to the floor before lifting again to meet his. “I kissed him.”

You had to tell him. It had been playing on your mind since it happened.

His expression doesn’t change right away after the confession, but his body goes still.

“Ciaran?” He asks, even though he already knows.

"No, Ricky." You scoff, "Of course it was Ciaran... After the bar."

He exhales slowly through his nose. Looks away for a moment. Like he’s bracing himself.

You press on, even though your heart is pounding.

“I just… I thought I should feel something, I wanted to see if I could.” You let out a soft, breathy laugh that doesn’t hold any humour. “He’s sweet, and he likes me. I wanted to try- try and work out what I feel. But…”

You shake your head.

“I didn’t feel anything. Not even for a second.”

His eyes meet yours again, and he slowly steps closer, like he’s not sure what he’s doing until he’s doing it.

“You didn’t?” He murmurs.

“No.” You breathe.

Another step.

You feel your back bump gently against the wall of the hallway, cool against your exposed back. Vinny’s gaze drops briefly to the fabric you’re clutching against your chest, then back to your eyes.

His hand lifts slowly, brushing lightly against your cheek, rough fingertips barely grazing your skin. His thumb tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way he looks at you makes your whole body tense and melt at the same time.

His voice drops lower again.

“What about…”

He leans in, so close his breath is warm against your lips.

“…This?”

His mouth meets yours, and it’s nothing like the awkward kiss with Ciaran. It’s everything you wished it could’ve been earlier. And this time when you kissed back, you meant it. Your lips part instinctively, and he deepens it, one hand finding your hip, the other still at your cheek, like you’d disappear if he let go. You tilt into him, fingers curling into the fabric of his waistband to steady yourself.

Your shirt slips from your fingers, and falls to the floor with a soft flutter.

You freeze again, just for a second, arms crossing instinctively over your chest.

Vinny pulls back just slightly, breath short, eyes hooded and dark as they linger on your chest.

His tongue darts across his lower lip like he’s trying to hold himself back, but something cracks in him.

“Fuck." He murmurs, barely audible.

His hand comes up, brushing over your wrist gently.

“Don’t cover 'em,” he says, a half-smile twitching at his lips, but there’s something vulnerable in his voice too. “You're so beautiful, always have been...”

You don’t make another move.

So he does.

His hands find your waist, warm and steady, and trail upward, slow and reverent, like he’s rediscovering you. His palms cup your breasts, thumbs grazing lightly over your nipples, teasing until they respond to his touch. You let out a quiet sound in your throat, breath stuttering.

“I’ve missed these,” he says under his breath, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Always loved your tits.”

Your breath hitches. His voice is low, but there's a bitterness laced in it. Like he’s mourning something he can’t have anymore.

His fingers move slower now, circling your nipples with just enough pressure to make your thighs tense and your back arch instinctively toward him. His mouth trails down, brushing your collarbone, leaving a line of warm, aching kisses across your chest. But he doesn’t go any further. He never takes what he could have. His hands, his mouth, they’re all heat and hesitation.

He’s holding back.

Because he knows. He knows you pulled away last time. Knows you’re just “friends.”

And this is dangerous.

Still, he pushes you, just a little, waiting to see if you’ll pull away again.

But you don’t.

You lean in, gasping as his thumb flicks over your nipple, your arms wrapping around his neck, trying to bring him closer. Needing him to want this like you do.

For a second, it feels like he does.

But then he stills.

The heat between you shatters into silence. An awkward silence.

You blink, confused, as he steps back, gently, carefully, like he’s trying not to startle you. Like you’re fragile now. His hands fall from your skin like he’s been burned, and you pull yours back.

Your chest rises and falls, still bare, still aching for more. Your lips are parted and swollen.

You don’t understand.

You don’t want him to stop. He doesn't want to stop. But neither of you knew that.

He meets your gaze, and you try to work out what that look in his eyes meant. Was it guilt? Restraint? Or both?

He swallows hard, stepping back into his room without another glance in your direction.

“Night, y/n.”

What the fuck was that?

...

[Earlier that night]

He heard the boots before he saw you.

Soft thuds on the stairs, careful ones, like a teenager sneaking out to a party their parents didn't let them go to.

Vinny didn’t move from the couch. He just kept tapping the controller absently, not really paying attention to the game. He already knew what was going on the second he caught the light shuffle of fabric, the tiny creak of the floorboards by the stairs.

You were sneaking out.

And he knew why. He had overheard your conversation on the phone with Angela. You were going on a date.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” He called out, letting his voice carry just enough to make you stop.

He heard you freeze.

The game music kept playing, but he didn’t even look at the screen.

Slowly, you turned to face him, knowing you've been caught.

“Yeah…?” You said, a little uncertain, like you didn’t know where this was going.

Vinny finally looked up properly this time.

And for a second, he forgot how to breathe.

You looked… fuck.

Perfect.

Hair done. Lips glossed. That skirt hugging your hips like it was made for you. And that top... low enough to show just enough to drive him insane but still keep him guessing. You looked like everything he didn’t know he needed until just now.

For someone else.

His stomach twisted.

He knew he had no right to be mad. He wasn’t your boyfriend. You weren’t his. That wasn’t what this was.

But still.

Still...

You’d never dressed up like this for him. Not even when things between you were good. Not that he knew of.

“Is there something wrong with it?” You asked.

He didn’t say anything at first.

Just stared.

Let his eyes drag slowly over you, taking in every detail, like maybe if he looked hard enough, he’d find the words, a reason to make you stay. Or an excuse to ask you not to go.

But he didn’t.

He couldn’t.

So instead, he just crooked two fingers at you to say “come here.”

You hesitated.

God, he hated that, how cautious you looked. Like you were bracing for him to say something stupid or petty.

But still, you stepped toward him.

And fuck, the way you looked walking across the room like that… he’d never been more aware of how far apart you’d grown. How far away you already were.

He caught the scent of your perfume as you stopped in front of him, something sweet and warm that made his chest ache because he knew it wasn’t for him.

He reached out, fingers brushing the hem of your skirt.

“It’s cute,” he said, his voice dropping before he could stop it. “Just…”

His hand slipped lower, fingertips ghosting over the soft skin of your thigh as he tugged the fabric down an inch, not because it needed fixing. Not because it was riding up.

“Don’t want you to be cold.”

That’s what he said.

What he meant was don’t go.

He meant don’t leave me here wondering if you’re gonna kiss him the way you used to kiss me.

He meant why wasn’t I enough.

He meant please don’t do this.

But he didn’t say any of that. He couldn’t. Not after what happened last time. Not after you pulled away from that kiss like you regretted it the moment it happened. He couldn’t survive it again if you looked at him with that same guilt in your eyes.

You wanted to be friends, that was it. He'd respect that.

So he dropped his hand. Let it fall back to his lap like nothing happened. Like his fingers didn’t still feel the warmth of your skin. Like he wasn’t replaying the way your breath hitched just before he let go.

You swallowed.

“Thanks." You murmured, and he hated how empty it sounded.

Like neither of you believed it.

Like you were just going through the motions.

Then you turned to go, and Vinny leaned back against the couch, heart pounding, throat dry.

“Have fun." He said casually, making it sound like it didn’t matter.

Like you weren’t walking out the door dressed up for someone who wasn’t him.

You didn’t answer.

The door clicked shut behind you, and for a second, Vinny didn’t move.

Then he dropped the controller to the floor, and ran both hands down his face.

“Fuck.” He muttered.

His chest felt tight. His hands itched with the need to pull you back in and kiss you until you remembered how it used to feel. Until you stayed. Until he could make you stay.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t follow.

It was clear to him that you just wanted to be friends.

But what he didn't know was that this date was a distraction, because you couldn't stop thinking about him.

He just sat there in the dark, lit up by the glow of the paused game screen, replaying the way your skirt brushed your thighs and the way your lips parted when he touched you. Replaying the way you didn’t say goodbye.

Wondering if this was how it felt to lose something you never really had.

...

It was an accident. He didn't mean to call her, but his thumbs acted out of muscle memory.

"Hey, drummer boy." Her voice was smooth and seductive as she picked up the phone. "What's up?"

Vinny leaned back against the couch, one hand dragging down his face.

“You in town?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual. Distant.

There was a pause.

“…Yeah, but not for long, why?”

He exhaled slowly, the weight in his chest threatening to crush him. He hated this. Hated himself a little, too. But he needed to feel something else. Anything else.

“Can you come over?”

Another pause. And then a soft little hum.

“Well well,” she said, clearly amused. “Didn’t expect that call tonight.”

Vinny didn’t answer. He just waited.

“Gimme twenty, and you'll have to pay for the cab." She said.

He ended the call without saying goodbye.

Tossed the phone to the cushion beside him.

And just sat there again, alone with the weight of his choices and the echo of your boots still ringing in his head. The smell of your perfume, the softness of your thighs.

He didn’t want Ruby.

Not really.

But she wasn’t you.

And that, tonight, was the whole point.

It didn't take long for her to arrive, Ruby let herself in like she always did, breezing through the door with a confident little smirk and a leather jacket sliding off her shoulders.

“Well, well, well,” she said, heels clicking across the floor as she made her way toward the couch. “Didn’t think I’d see you again before next tour. What’s the occasion?”

Vinny barely looked up from where he was slouched, still in the same hoodie and joggers. Still trying to pretend this didn’t feel wrong already.

“Just wanted company." He muttered, voice low.

Ruby’s brows lifted.

“Company, huh? That what we’re calling it now?”

She crossed the room and flopped down beside him, tossing her jacket onto the armrest before sliding a hand across his thigh.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t pull her in. Didn’t kiss her. Didn’t even smile.

Ruby stilled slightly, watching him.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked, half-playful, half-curious. "You don't seem yourself."

Vinny ran a hand over his jaw and exhaled hard.

“Nothing.”

Ruby narrowed her eyes a little.

“Uh huh. Let me guess… this sudden invite wouldn’t have anything to do with that cute girl I saw on Emil's Instagram stories last week? The one Rick was teasing you about on tour... What's her name, y/n?"

His jaw ticked.

Ruby leaned in closer, dropping her voice like it was a secret between them.

“You fucked it up, didn’t you?”

Vinny stayed quiet.

Ruby clicked her tongue and leaned back, arms crossing over her chest.

“Jesus, Vin. Is this really what we’re doing? I’m not your emotional rebound."

Vin sighed, still staying silent.

"So you decided to call me over, for what? So you could fuck me and pretend it's her? Is that what we were doing whilst we were on tour?"

"Ruby-"

“You know,” she started, voice syrupy-sweet, “I always wondered why you never really tried to keep me around. You only ever call when you want something, when you're pissed, or high, or lonely... Or when she's not home... Is that what this is?"

Silence stretched between them for a beat.

Then Ruby moved, with an evil smirked, she lifted a leg over his lap, now straddling him.

"We can do this, y'know." She rocked her hips against him, “Bet you’re picturing her right now,” she teased, voice dropping an octave. “Moaning your name. Begging for you to touch her. Is that what you want?”

She rolled her hips again.

“Want me to pretend to be her? Huh, Vin? I can do that. I can even sound like her.” She tilted her head and added in a breathy voice, “Vinny… fuck, you feel so good-”

He shoved her off him.

It wasn’t violent. Just firm.

Ruby landed with a soft thud on the couch beside him, wide-eyed and still laughing like it was all a joke. But there was also a sharpness in her expression now, something that stung.

“Don’t ever do that again." Vinny growled, standing up.

Ruby blinked.

“Jesus. I was only joking.”

“Yeah? Didn’t sound like it.”

She crossed her arms, pouting slightly.

“So I’m right then. You are still in love with her.”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

Ruby exhaled slowly and stood, brushing off her jeans like the whole thing hadn’t just exploded.

“You’re a mess, Vinny,” she said, grabbing her jacket. “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it.”

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okay idk i'm not the biggest fan of this chapter but i've rewritten it three times already :( @collapsedglasshouses @miss570 @dominuslunae @sunshine-lvrr @death-ofpeace-ofmind @blade-dressed-in-red @amelia-acero @kait16xo @oobleoob @pipidoll @justdamnpeachy @bluehairpunklol @renegadebirch

#sinematic <3 #vinny mauro fanfiction #vinny mauro imagine #vinny mauro fanfic #vinny mauro #motionless in white fanfiction #vinny mauro x reader #motionless in white fanfic

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cakerybakery · 5 hours ago

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They were visiting Cannibal town and Lucifer had been feeling cheeky as he donned the pretty pink flapper dress from the back of his closet. It needed a little magical tender love and care but soon the beads shone and the snags and holes were repaired.

As they walked down the street to see the overlord Rosie, they attracted attention as outsiders.

Lucifer never had an issue with folks knowing about his crossdressing. Adam looked a little less comfortable as he walked, the plug in his ass was possibility for the reason of that. It was a sturdy one.

Or perhaps Adam was nervous about being in cannibal town. They did enjoy some good plump flesh around these parts and several were eyeing up Adam in a less than polite way.

He himself would avoid this part of his city if he could. Avoid the whole unsavoury lot if possible. Sadly, on occasion, he needed to remind the overlords that they come and go, but they stay longer when on his good side.

In dealing with the overlords, Lucifer has found it preferable to walk into their territory and remind them that it is, in fact, his territory and they're merely renting it from him.

They walked into Rosie's shop and she was very welcoming. Certainly not a lady to be easily startled.

"What brings you down to our little area, your highness?"

"Your majesty. And I'm simply doing the rounds as it were. Seeing how you're treating my hell." Lucifer's presence was enough to make the busy store deserted.

Within moments there was only the four of them.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at them and Adam started to growl.

"Down boys." Lucifer chastised.

"I'm sorry, your majesty, but we have a rule against dogs in the emporium." Rosie smiled, but it was as empty as her eyes.

Lucifer smiled back. "Of course. And I trust that applies to your dog as well." He pointed out Alastor, making the sinner twitch and Rosie laugh.

He handed Alastor Adam's leash.

"Wait for us outside." Lucifer ordered.

Alastor looked as though he was going to say something but Rosie cut him off with a noise of agreement and the deer seethed on his way out of the door.

From the corner of his eye, he watched Adam's tail sway and he crawled, nearly as naked as the day he was created, back out onto the street.

His puppy was being so good. His cock and mouth were muzzled, and thick pads protected Adam's knees and hands so Lucifer had walked him all through hell. He would deserve a treat later.

The meeting with Rosie was politely tense. She was very good as the head of the beast that was cannibal town. She stood her ground well until the end.

She offered him some local delicacies, he was aware that she expected him to decline, instead he popped the morsel in his mouth, and thanked her.

Rosie's hands jumped just a bit. Her wide eyes dilating and the curls of her mouth twitching.

He'd thrown her off.

Good.

When possible, he'd throw the human flesh up. But that would be further away and in a more private place.

Outside, Alastor was teasing his dog.

Adam was doing well, he must really want his reward, growling and snapping behind his muzzle, but still on all fours.

Lucifer grinned as he hadn't been noticed yet. With a snap, the muzzle and leash tying Adam to a sign post vanished and Adam quickly sunk his teeth into Alastor's leg.

He pulled his dog off before Alastor could do more than scream in pained rage.

"Your master is calling you," Lucifer smiled snidely and left as Rosie came out to see what the commotion was.

When they finally left the area, he got rid of the snack and they continued on to Adam's reward.

The puppy park was leash free and Adam's ass was wagging when they got there.

Lucifer took the cock cage off and pulled the plug out. "Go on, boy. Have fun."

He settled himself on a bench and pulled up his dress. Lucifer pulled his erect cock out of his lacy black panties and stroked himself as he watched a large puppy mount Adam.

None of the sinners and hell born were larger than Adam, but a few came close.

Adam lopped his tongue out into the dirt as he panted, he let out a happy whine and Lucifer fondled his balls knowing the sinner trying to impregnate his dog was about to make him cum.

Like the well trained bitch, Adam was, he came untouched. The first sinner finished up and a second one pushed his face into the gasping hole to lap at the cum before mounting Adam himself.

A hellhound made used of Adam's inviting mouth and Lucifer could see Adam's throat bulge as he easily deep throated the hellborn's prick.

Stroking faster, Lucifer was building up to his own release as another hellhound took position at Adam's ass.

Adam looked a little pained as he was fucked from both ends, but he didn't tap out, so Lucifer wet the head of his prick with precum and watched as the hellhounds knotted his dog.

The dogs grinned as they trapped Adam between them. Filling him with cum from both ends.

Rolling his eyes back, Adam's cock spurted again, and Lucifer came over his hand.

He wiped it off on his dress and waited for the hellhound to release Adam before collecting him.

Lucifer picked up his dog and carried him home through a portal. The tired mutt passing out as he leaked.

Plugging Adam's loose ass with the biggest plug they had, he cuddled his pet on the bed.

Adam slept for a while and when he woke up, he yawned and licked at the dried cum on Lucifer's hand.

"Hey boy. Did you have fun?"

Barking, Adam nuzzled Lucifer's hand.

"Come on boy. Bet you're hungry and thirsty after that big walk and romp in the park." Lucifer got up and Adam followed on all fours eagerly.

After Lucifer poured Adam a bowl of water to drink from he started making their steak supper.

He'd have to feed his dog well, Adam deserved it for playing so well with others.

"Dude," Adam stared into Lucifer's closet over his shoulder, "do you have dresses?"

"Asks the man in a dress." Lucifer continued to go through his closet to find the right outfit for Charlie's open house at the hotel.

"It's not a dress." Adam defended himself and burned with indignation. "It's a ceremonial robe."

Lucifer turned to look at his annoying shadow. Since Adam's fall, he'd stuck to Lucifer like glue, mainly to piss him off. "That you wear all the time."

"It's a robe... thingy. And you have real dresses!"

He scoffed. "You're just jealous of how hot I am in a dress. Or anything really. Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to pick out something to wear."

"I don't mind at all."

The cheek of the man.

"Fine then." Lucifer summoned a partition to change behind and began to strip. "You can help me decide then."

He pulled a tux out and got dressed. Affixing his bow tie, Lucifer stepped out. "Well? How do I look?"

"Over dressed."

"True. But how do I look? Sexy? Hot?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "I'm not gay."

"Don't have to be to know when another man is attractive."

He shrugged. "Fine, then."

Lucifer grabbed outfit after outfit. Dress shirts with slacks. A t-shirt and jeans. He dressed in a suit he wore for when he actually went into work and had to dress up instead of being in his casual four piece at home suit with matching top hat and cane. Each outfit change made Adam mutter it looked fine and wriggle in his seat.

Then he felt a little silly and grabbed some of the dresses for his fashion show.

A red silk number he'd picked up in Rome a thousand odd years ago. He couldn't quite remember why he had it. Was he disguised as some noble lady?

It was why he had most of his dresses. To make deals with mortal men, arrogant men easily led to more private areas when beckoned by a pretty woman.

He stepped out and Adam's uncomfortable red face went pale. His jaw went a little slack and Lucifer giggled. He knew he still looked great in a dress.

Lucifer tried on a couple more period pieces before grabbing a couple more modern dresses.

Those were actually a couple the Lilith had decided she didn't want. Lucifer scaled them down a little.

He stepped out in a skin tight black number, and because he could, Lucifer had applied a little red lipstick he found in the clutch that went with the dress, copying what he'd seen Lilith do a million times to apply it.

Adam's eyes lit up seeing Lucifer, and he stumbled over his words to try to say Lucifer only looked okay.

But Lucifer felt like he could do better. He wanted Adam to just drool over him.

He didn't actually own this getup.

And it wasn't really a getup so much as lingerie.

He added ruffles to the bra to give the illusion of, well, having really anything other than a bit of barrel chest. And some to the bottoms to match. Lucifer settled on a soft yellow colour. And removed the gel keeping his hair up.

This time when he stepped out he could feel his face flushing, maybe he'd gone a bit too far.

But he couldn't deny the effect. Adam seemed to have lost his voice and as Lucifer approached to ask how he looked, Adam could only squeak.

Lucifer liked this effect on Adam. He touched Adam's knees.

The room was warm and the air heavy.

Even with Adam sitting on the bed. Lucifer had to tilt his head up, but he pressed his lips to Adam's.

Adam pressed back, his hands grabbing hold of Lucifer and pulling them flush together.

Lucifer's eyes closed and he wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders.

When they pulled apart, Lucifer's voice was husky. "I told you I look hot." He tugged on Adam robe to pull it off. "Adam, I'm going to fuck you into the mattress tonight."

Adam could only whimper as Lucifer pressed him to the bed. "Okay."

#Dom In A Dress AU #not sure what part #five maybe

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riddlesnap · 1 month ago

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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR AURA?

Bronze

Leather books, cowboy hats, foxes, candle jars, sword hilts, cobblestone streets, hourglasses. Your essence is bronze: you are a vivacious dreamer who embraces new experiences. Your drive is indiscriminate and oftentimes over-indulgent; you take bets and are willing to cross lines. You are confident and unwavering in the face of obstacles -- but suggestible, and your attention is fickle. You are the thrill-seeker. You are the opportunist. You find kinship in like-minded individuals of Coral, Fire, Crimson, and Amber, who share your relentless energy. You are also drawn to the deep-thinking souls Teal and Moss, who will help you grow and see what ambitions are truly worth your time. However, you may struggle to get along with the opinionated personalities of Amaranth and Indigo who act above reproach.

Tagged by: @wraithseen (♡) Tagging: Anybody who'd like to do it???

#❔ || dashboard games #❔ || memes #Never got this result before!#So I'm staying up a little longer to post it #Some of it is quite accurate to Eddie also <3 #This was a lot of fun thank you for tagging me Holly :3 #I'd write more but am super sleepy and have been up a long time hehe x #Will try and get some responses out after a snooze hope you're all well today <3

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jils-things · 1 year ago

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by the lighthouse.

dividers

#alright i suppose i should tell what's up lately! im mostly posting this like a mini update or whatever haha #so - since i made that last post on my disappearance i worked endlessly to finish my animation project and thank goodness it's finally over #i had to take a break from trying to be social here and just stay in my own space and i did that by having a smaller side blog to ramble #the project was very... tiring - definitely took out so much energy from me post physically and mentally and i was just frustrated everyday #so i just took my time to be alone with a few close people and i like to think im okay now?#i like to think so - since i was able to deliver a few commission drafts today so i'm relieved that im back to my usual pace #I'll post a few of my doodles here i did during my project just to fill the void haha #i've acquired a minor familial from another video game and i care for him a lot :] idk ill bother to talk abt it here but yeah thats funnn #also indulging a lil bit of t.n.m.n content as of late also thanks to my friend who knows abt it hehe #soo yeah! I don't know if ill be active like the usual but know that i'm doing alright now! hope everyone's doing okay too xoxo #ill probably still stay in my smaller blog for a little longer but will occasionally pop in here!#sooo yaaa #~ art #💚 memoryshipping #also yea i think no.rton only had like. 10 days worth of being the blog brand here until i switched back to the usual guy lmaooo sorry 😔

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nobodybetterlookatme · 5 months ago

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No bc if this guy isn't into me he needs to Stop making me feel some type of way lmao

#not snz #it is past 3 am #and we're texting bc i said i have to be up all night and he decided he would stay up with me lmao #my little creature decided to have Issues And Problems as she always does when absolutely everything is closed #she's not sick this time at least but I'm stressed nonetheless and have to stay awake with her #and bro is out here still texting with me so i don't have to be up all alone this time #like excuse you don't show concern for me and my babies if you don't want me to make heart eyes lmao #on a real note tho i am so fucking tired #i wanted to go to bed early tonight and instead i have to stay awake #like man i just wanna think my thoughts and go to sleep but instead I'm half awake trying to use critical thinking skills #with any luck tho i shouldn't have to be up much longer #so fingers crossed there bc i don't even feel like a human person rn 😭#also i know him staying up with me means literally nothing bc i do it all the time for my coworkers #but it's still making me feel things 😔#partner posting

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bloodxhound · 4 months ago

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hi ^_^

#【♞】 ooc.#happy new year everyone!! i hope you've all had a pleasant start into 2025 : )#i'll most likely stay absent for a while longer . . at least for this month. maybe february too #i want to do some clean-up for this blog in the meanwhile #old posts followers and most importantly drafts #i have around ~60 right now and i'm looking to drop a large chunk of them #i feel a little bad abt it but realistically i'm just not able to get to all of these threads #so i'm going to focus on whatever inspires me the most in the hopes it will make writing on here easier again #i will let people know if and what i'm dropping .. no worries on that !#my inbox is safe though. i'll keep everything i got in there : )#i might peek at the dash once in a while and get to a thing or two if i'm really inspired to #but otherwise i'll be working on my drafts quietly and queue them whenever i've dealt with them #see ya around ♡

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eimearkuopio · 7 months ago

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On my way back from redeeming the empties, I heard two undergraduates discussing PhD students walking around the building in lab coats. I had to stop and tell them that any time they saw someone wearing a lab coat outside of a lab, they were to tell them to go and take it off. Lab coats are meant to keep contamination inside the lab. Depending on what you're working with, it might not be the worst thing to forget to take your lab coat off once in a while; but you shouldn't make it into a habit except to warn others away. If you want to be in the world and of the world, shed the signs of your faith. If you wear the signs of your faith, let others approach you and ask and listen. But remember that our faith is a precious thing that nourishes and sustains us, because we are deficient in some way. Not everyone needs to consume faith and let it consume them the way we do. It is not the fault of our finite selves that we have this flaw. We are steps on the journey of our infinite selves, and the serpent eats its own tail. The phoenix rises from the ashes, not the same accident, perhaps not even the same substance, but a worthy substance and a willing accident and a different kind of sacrifice. If you labour and are not weary, thank you for your service. You are worthy of your wages and your reward will be great in the next life. You are the Son who was always with his Father, even if the parables so often forget women within families. He told you to care for widows and orphans so that you would care for me. I am the prodigal son who has returned. I have no wish to steal your inheritance, but I know what my Father and my Mother taught me; and I was capable of learning those lessons because of my earthly father and mother. They have sacrificed enough for your earthly selves; and so have I, but for the sake of your infinite selves and those poor lost sheep, I will help you care for your flock. There's nothing wrong with being a goat, but if you are meant to be a shepherd, you had better either learn more about goat husbandry or try to find someone who can look after these goats, because if you keep letting them sicken and die while they're mixed in with the sheep, your Father will not be happy when He gets here.

Also please stop feeding bread to your coeliac siblings and wine to your alcoholic ones. They're metaphors, I don't fucking understand how you still managed to use them to poison your siblings and then claim it wasn't your fault!

#maybe don't open the box yet #maybe we tidy up before we roll away the stone #together #i'm afraid he has to know #that's what omniscient and omnipotent means #but if you work quickly and well his finite selves might be willing to nap a little longer #you got so lucky that i woke up first #we would probably have had to build a new house from scratch #it's time to change the locks and fire the bad shepherds #if they laboured sufficiently give them their wages #but they can't stay here #have you considered changing the criteria in the job advertisement you keep posting?#“wolf hunter” is such an ambiguous phrase...#this explains the purpose of both habits and mufti to me #you need the toxin you carry #tell others who lack of it #and warn away those whom it would sicken or kill

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bizarrelovetriangel · 1 month ago

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won't you stay a little longer?

you have to go somewhere but they won't let you leave easily.

part two of this post which is xavier only. wanted to write something similar with the rest of the guys :)

mdni. 18+ only. dry humping. thigh job. fingering. cunnilingus. handjob. creampie. overstimulation. brief somnophilia and male masturbation.

sylus

You were on a tight schedule. You have to make it back to Linkon by three in the afternoon because your apartment building decided to have a surprise maintenance. If you're not there on time, you'll certainly get an earful from the landlord and you'd rather not deal with that.

But with the way Sylus was running his hands all over you, it looks like you might be in trouble.

As you're getting dressed in his bedroom, his hands found their way under your shirt, sliding up to your chest. And there was something rubbing against your back - something hard.

"Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Oh, he was on a mission.

Through the reflection of the mirror, as Sylus stands behind you with a mischievous smirk on his face, his lips tickles the shell of your ear and his hands squeezed your breasts through your bra.

He's thrusting his hips against your ass, and the layers of your clothings did not do much to contain his stiffened cock.

"Sylus...."

He starts leaving a trail of kisses from your jaw to your neck and down to your collar bones. One hand jumped from your chest and down to your hips, then straight inside your skirt to feel your core with his fingers.

You let out a soundless gasp at the sudden contact, leaning back into his chest.

"You...."

"I'm what, sweetie?" he asked, teasing you through the fabric of your underwear.

"You...should be going to bed."

It's noon, which is around Sylus' bedtime. You were with him for two days, including last night, though you fell asleep around midnight.

Meanwhile, Sylus had Onychinus-related business to finish and didn't return until around four in the morning. He should be getting sleepy right about now.

"You're right. I should." He then nips your right earlobe. "How about you join me?"

"I told you..." You let out a soft moan as Sylus moved your panty aside and inserted two fingers inside you. "I... have to....go...."

"Hmm? Does it have to be now?" Sylus' fingers pushed in deeper. "You can't stay for just a few more minutes? After all, who knows what Onychinus' leader might do when left unsupervised?"

Pushing up your skirt, Sylus thrusted his hips against your ass at the same pace he pleasures you with his fingers.

"You are so...!"

He'd won his game.

You turned around and lightly pushed back his shoulders, only for you to chase after his lips that withdrew from your ear.

He returned the kiss with twice the force, using one hand to caress your face and the other to brush his fingers against the skin exposed by the hem of your shirt after you stood on the tip of your toes.

The kisses were quickly filled with desperation, and soon he was removing the clothes that you've only just put on a couple of minutes ago. Your shirt and skirt dropped down to the floor, and your bra had been flung across the room.

In return, you avidly got rid of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. From the moment you freed him from his boxers, Sylus spun you around to face the mirror once again.

"Before you leave me, let me just enjoy you one last time, okay, sweetie?" After a soft peck on your cheek, Sylus gave you a soft nudge forward, making you bend down just a small angle.

Then, he slid his cock between your thighs.

From the mirror's reflection, you watched him thrust into the small and tight space, spreading his pre-cum against your throbbing cunt.

You pressed your thighs together to increase the pressure that was enveloping Sylus' cock as it moves back and forth frantically. Sylus muffled his groans by burying his face against your neck, though he became louder as his pace drastically increased.

Just as he feels himself cumming closely, Sylus' movements came to a halt and stepped away from you. You let out a shaky breath of relief mixed with disappointment, thinking he'd already gotten his fill. But you were so, so wrong.

In the blink of an eye, Sylus gripped your hips and slammed his cock right into you.

Every inch of him.

He knows you have no problem taking him whole so he went into you as deeply as he could.

You let out a squeal as Sylus gave you no time to recover. He followed up one hard thrust with another, and your eyes couldn't leave the mirror's reflection of his ravishing face as he pounds into you.

His mouth his open as he becomes unable to hold back his grunts, and his eyes are on the mirror to admire your own expressions as you fall apart from his cock.

Hearing your mewls, Sylus bent you down further to reach an even deeper part of you before rocking his hips faster while you started to thrust back to him.

Sylus felt you clench around him and lost control of his movements. One hand remained clinging to your hips and the other reached for your face, guiding you to look at him so his tongue can meet yours while your lips become coated with each other's saliva.

Suddenly, Sylus growls into your mouth and his hips stuttered for a moment. His speed increased by a tenfold and both of your ecstatic cries were mixed with the sound of your flesh crashing at every second.

At last, he pulls out and comes on your back. Your legs shook as your own orgasm followed not a minute after, and Sylus caught you and picked you up bridal-style before you could lose balance. He brought you over to his bed and gave you a soft, lingering kiss as he hovers on top of you.

"So, kitten, have you reconsidered about joining me in sleeping in? If your landlord kicks you out, you're more than welcome to stay here."

caleb

You're standing by the kitchen's counter table, happily eating the breakfast that Caleb prepared for you while the cook himself pouts on the chair that you're supposed to be sitting on.

"You're really leaving me early, pip-squeak?"

"Mhmm. Have to go to work early tomorrow so I have to get home by tonight."

Caleb sighs in defeat before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek against your stomach.

"Fine, fine."

You were too busy enjoying the iced-coffee he made for you so you failed to see the glint that flashed in his eyes.

It began with his left hand drawing circular patterns your thighs. You didn't pay much attention to it as he likes to do that sometimes to appreciate the softness of your skin.

But once his fingers started to move higher and higher, going up your skirt to fiddle with the band of your underwear, your heart started racing.

His right hand slightly pushed the hem of your shirt just high enough to expose some skin between your hips and stomach, then he started to leave soft kisses all over the area.

You paused from drinking your coffee to give Caleb a questioning look, but his eyes were closed as he's too lost in showering you with affection.

Assuming that was all he wanted, you decided to let him do as he please and combed his soft hair with your fingers.

Then, you felt the zipper of your skirt being pulled down. Before you could say a word, it drops down around your feet and to the floor.

He gently grabbed your thighs and nudged them open to make space for himself as he puts his mouth to your crotch.

"Caleb - "

You lost your voice as soon as his tongue flicked against your clothed core. He hums with satisfaction, tigtening his hold on your thighs before exerting more force so you could feel him better.

Caleb looked up at you intensely, and you were met with a gleam full of desire that had your palms sweating and your cunt pulsating.

"I...." Your face felt hot, and you feel like it just became harder to breathe. "I have to leave soon, Caleb... We can't - "

"You said you have to get home by tonight, but not in the afternoon. You can spare me a little more of your time, can't you? After all, it'll be days again until we see each other...."

All of your responses turned into suppressed moans as he pressed his mouth against your panty even harder.

Your nails sank on his shoulders as he suddenly grabbed the back of your thighs and carefully sat your figure on the chair that he was previously sitting on.

Caleb got on his knees and pulled down your underwear before putting himself between your legs. His lips greeted your throbbing pussy, then his tongue darts to your clit as he eats you out like a starved man.

He was devouring you as if he's never had you before.

He was getting you in all the right spots. He knows exactly how to please you, and what will make you fall apart the fastest.

That's why it didn't take long for you to reach your climax. Before you could stop yourself, you squirted all over Caleb's mouth, cheeks, and jaw. The view made your entire body flush with embarrassment, though at the same time it made you want him even more.

Caleb wiped his cheeks and chin with the sleeves of his shirt, then he licked off what had gotten on his lips. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the taste of you, before quickly standing up to eagerly strip off his clothes.

His cock sprung up, glistening with pre-cum that had his boxers soaked especially when he was fucking you with his mouth. It wants so badly to bury itself in your pussy that it had impatiently gotten swollen, twitching and leaking as you set your gaze on it.

You could see how badly he needed you, and yet when your hand reached out to touch his dick, Caleb caught your wrist and held it along with your other one. Just with one hand, he pulled your wrists above your head and pinned it down on the back of the chair.

Caleb shoved his cock inside you and your shoulder lightly hit the back of the chair at the impact. He hissed at the way you took him so well and so tight, and the way you were wriggling underneath him only turned him on even more.

He started off slowly, letting you adjust to him. He pecked your forehead, nose, cheeks, jaw, and lastly, a long-lasting one on your lips before he gradually picked up the pace.

Your hands twitched, wanting to feel Caleb in return as he's making you feel so good, but he kept a secured hold on your wrists so that you could hold on to nothing as he drills into you. His half-lidded eyes went to your lips and he relished the sweet sounds you were making just for him.

The chair was screeching as its legs scraped against the floor. Had it not been for Caleb holding your wrists down on the back of the chair, you would've already been in another room at every thrust he made.

"F-fuck...." Caleb exhales, chest heaving and muscles clenching as he feels himself coming close.

He'd finally let go of your wrists just so his hands can roam all over your body, then he intertwined his fingers with yours as he finishes inside you, just a few seconds after your second climax.

He didn't stop moving his hips until he filled you with every drop of his cum. Anything that threatened to ooze back out of you, he shoved back in with his cock, even if it made both of you want to curl up at the overwhelming sensations.

Both of you felt every inch of each other, eyes rolled back with overstimulation, until Caleb lost his energy. Drops of sweat clung onto your bodies as you take a moment to catch your breath.

You threw your head back and groaned, feeling like the world is spinning. Caleb took the chance to bite into your neck and leave one last mark on your body.

He used his left hand to wipe sweat off your face. With a soft smile, Caleb brushed some stands of hair away from your face and gave you a soft kiss on your chin.

Your heart swells at the sight of him beaming at you. He is so pretty, you can just stare at him forever.

Even when he loves teasing you endlessly.

"Look at the time, pip-squeak. You still have a few minutes left to spare. You still have to shower, right?"

rafayel

"I can't believe you're leaving me for a fictional character."

Rafayel sulks in his bathtub, pouting with his arms crossed as you stand by his feet, facing him with a blank expression.

"Go on, then. Leave. Leave me for your vampire fake boyfriend. I could die, but go on."

"He's not a vampire."

"Oh, so you admit that he's your fake boyfriend?"

You moved to the side and rested your arms on the rim of the bathtub, then you poked Rafayel's cheek. "It's just a movie, you big baby."

Tara invited you to watch a movie with her since she knows you like that series as well. Rafayel was invited to go too, but he's not a big fan of it and would prefer to stay home.

He has better things to do, he said.

And by that, he means taking a bath for as long as he could, until Thomas checks up on him and the painting he's supposed to be finishing up soon.

"It's just for a few hours. I'll be back by tonight, okay?"

Rafayel grabbed your hand just as you started to walk away to leave the bathroom.

"Wait, but Miss Bodyguard.... I'm not feeling so good all of a sudden...."

"What? What's wrong?"

"Something feels....weird...."

"Where?"

You put your hand on his forehead to check if he has a fever.

"Not there."

Rafayel took your hand and guided it elsewhere.

"Here."

Lower, and lower, and lower.

Down his chest.

Below the warm, bubbly water.

Between his thighs.

And by weird, he means that he's hard. Little did you know, Rafayel was thinking of dirty things as soon as you walked in the bathroom and he saw your outfit.

It was just a casual, pretty dress that you'd worn once on a date with him. Still, he can't help but imagine himself fucking you in it.

"Miss bodyguard...." Rafayel whispers just as your hands wrapped around his cock. "Before you leave, can you help me feel better?"

"But I'm...."

He thrusted into your hand, slowly.

Rafayel's moans cut you off, and the glorious sound went straight to your pussy. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes as droplets of water trickled down his skin.

Maybe.... maybe it should be fine.

It's not like you have to leave right away, right? The traffic shouldn't be too bad today. You can still make it on time. This won't take long.

That's what you told yourself before tightening your fist on his cock and stroking him faster. You pressed your lips against Rafayel, who was surprised at the sudden contact but didn't hestitate to kiss you back hard.

He held your jaw with one hand to keep you in place while his tongue grazes yours. The sound of your lips smacking against each other joined the spashing of water from the bathtub as your hands moved under it.

Rafayel's lower body started to squirm, unable to contain himself from the overwhelming pleasure you were delivering. With his face flushed, he lets out slow, ragged breaths to calm himself down.

He wanted to cum, but he didn't want you to go just yet. You can't leave so soon. Not until he's been inside you.

"Darling.... I need you." he whines against your ear. "Please...."

Your breath hitched at his expression. So needy, just for you. You were wet and clenching behind your panties, feeling just as desperate as him. "Get up."

He paused for a moment before realizing the intention of your words. He hurriedly stood up from the bathtub and dried his body with a towel, then wasted no time reattaching himself onto you.

His lips returned to yours while his hands busied themselves by removing your clothes and letting them fall to the floor.

With your back against the wall, Rafayel wrapped your legs around his hips. Then, he pushed his cock into you. He buried his face between your breasts, groaning at the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly.

You felt so, so, good, he almost didn't want to move. For a moment, he just wanted to stay like that, with him inside you, warming him up. But his cock was throbbing. He needed to feel all of you, and he can't afford to waste any second.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing him even more into you as you gasped for air. Your heart is racing at every thrust, and your eyes were clouded with the steam that took over the bathroom, caused by the temperature of the bath's water as well as your own heavy breaths.

"So...good...." Rafayel murmurs against your skin as your hand brushed against the bond mark on his chest.

He started to move even faster and harder that your back was no longer against the wall; your body was bouncing up and down his cock, letting you feel him even more.

You grunted his name, pressing your nails down his skin and making him moan louder in return while he strengthens his hold on your hips. Just then, he felt his body tightening up and his core convulsing. Without a warning, Rafayel pulls out of you and bursts all over your thighs.

Your body tumbles onto his arms as your legs weakened from your own release. Rafayel picked you up bridal style and sat you on the vanity top in front of the mirror.

He wiped your face and body with a clean towel and gently fixed your hair with a comb.

"Hey, Miss Bodyguard...." Rafayel grinned. "I bet your fictional vampire fake boyfriend can't make you make those pretty noises like I just did."

You frowned and squished his cheeks with one hand. "I have to let Tara know I'm not gonna make it before the trailers for the movie because...my fish was being a brat."

"Heh."

Rafayel looked way too proud of himself.

zayne

It was Zayne that woke you up way before your alarm could even ring. You have a dentist appointment early in the morning, and your lover who doesn't like them very much says it's always important that you show up to your appointments on time.

That's why he had taken the liberty of waking you up early.

You were having a dreamless but peaceful sleep when you were pulled into consciousness by light feather kisses tickling your neck and shoulders.

An arm rested on your stomach and gently rubbed you for comfort before it pulled you back so that you're right against a strong chest.

"Darling, are you awake?"

You're still half-asleep and lacked the energy to come up with a response, so you kept your eyes and mouth shut, ready to fall back into your slumber.

Your alarm hasn't given you a heart attack yet, so you still have time to sleep. Even if you only had one minute left, you'll take it.

Zayne disagrees.

He thinks you should wake up now.

So, he gives you kisses that are more intense than before. He tangled his legs with yours and pressed his hips against your ass while his mouth sucks the skin between your neck and right shoulder.

Quiet moans fought their way out from your lips, but your eyes refused to open despite your twitching eyelids.

Zayne's hand on your stomach traveled higher to feel your chest at the same time he rutted his hips onto your ass.

He's only wearing his boxers, and you're only wearing a thin underwear underneath the shirt you robbed from his closet. You should be feeling the friction quite well, so he has no doubt that he'd get your attention no matter how light or deep you're sleeping right now.

But as it turns out...

His own actions affected him much faster than you did. His cock hardened immediately just by pressing against you and feeling you up.

He only meant to tease you a little, and that backfired on him so bad.

He can't stop now.

Zayne continued to hump your ass until his boxers were stained from his own excitement. He faced the ceiling for a moment to catch his ragged breath, then he stuck one hand in his boxers and wrapped his fist around his cock.

He stroke himself slowly, feeling all blood rushing to his crotch. He was throbbing and leaking, and his hand feels like it's not going to be enough no matter what he does on his own.

Zayne shifted sideways once again and closed the distance between your bodies. He kissed your shoulder before brushing his cock against your clothed pussy, staining it with his pre-cum.

Your legs twitched at the sudden feeling that struck your core. You gasped and opened your eyes just for Zayne's thumb to enter your mouth and feel your tongue.

You heard him groan softly from behind you.

"Zayne..."

He paused for a moment, too flustered to come up with an immediate response.

"G-good morning..."

But he couldn't stop himself from moving, from chasing after the ecstatic feeling you were giving him.

"Can I...." His words comes out shaky as he struggles to hold himself back. "I need you. Please, can I-"

You held his right hand that had been hovering over your chest. "Go ahead, Zayne."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please."

He already had you fully aroused. There was no way you could just walk away without being fucked by him.

You grinded your ass back to him, encouraging him to do as he please, and so Zayne pulled down your panty and fully sheathed himself into you.

He knew you could take him. You've always taken him so well, and so he started to move fast right away. You struggled to keep your volume low as he dove into you hard with every thrust, causing the entire bed to shake.

The drops of sweat that stuck to your skin had been turned into specks of snow as Zayne loses control of his movements as well as his own breathing.

He had to bury his face against your neck as he feels his senses starting to feel overwhelmed with desire and pleasure.

He needed to feel you more.

Faster.

Deeper.

The moment you clenched tightly around his cock, Zayne fell apart. He came inside you hard, some had started to spill out of you, mixing in with your own release.

Both of you rested your back against the mattress to catch your breaths and regain your senses.

And even then, Zayne's cock remained stiff.

The moment your eyes fell to it, ready to offer him your service, your alarm clock finally blared and made you jump.

"Fuck... I have to start getting ready."

You sat up, only for Zayne to follow your action. He took your arms and legs and guided you to sit on him. On his lap.

"It's okay if you're a few minutes late." He lowered your ass into his cock, earning a soundless gasp from you. "They'll understand how hard it is.... to get up in the morning..."

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merrinla · 2 months ago

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More finds in the cut content. What's interesting is that this is post-game content. I don't know if these are pieces of DLC or an extended epilogue. Rook and Lucanis drink wine in a gondola. In one version, Lucanis refused to be First Talon and left the crows. The Viper arrives to Treviso to hire Lucanis to kill the local Venatori. The lines in the localization file are out of order. I've organized them as best I could, but I'm not sure if everything is correct.

The gondola scene

Rook: What are we celebrating? Revenge? Saving the world? Lucanis: How about a quiet moment? Rook: Is it quiet? Really? Lucanis: If it's not quiet, it's at least clear.

Option: If only the Antaam were gone. Rook: Treviso's beautiful. Too bad it's filled with Antaam.

Option: You're surprisingly romantic. Rook: Who knew you were a romantic? Lucanis: You bring it out in me. Rook: Yeah, yeah. I'm a bad influence.

Option: Let's not go back. Rook: Let's stay here forever. Lucanis: A little. Not forever.

Rook: What? No fancy glasses? Lucanis: That's Caterina's style. I'm more pragmatic. Lucanis: Well, more pragmatic than her anyway.

Option: Learn from your elders. Rook: There's nothing wrong with a bit of class. Lucanis: (Chuckles) I'll remember for next time. Rook: Oh yes. This is so pragmatic. Lucanis: I know.

Option: Casual's better. Rook: Less clean up. Rook: That's why we're having drinks in a gondola instead of the kitchen. Lucanis: Knew you'd understand.

Lucanis: Is it wrong? Enjoying ourselves while the Antaam terrorize our home... (Crow Origin) Lucanis: Is it wrong? Enjoying ourselves while the Antaam terrorize Antiva... Rook: Does it feel wrong?

(apparently Rook moved, causing the boat to rock.) Lucanis: Careful. Gondolas are more fashionable than they are stable. Rook: They're plenty sturdy. Rook: See. Nothing to— Rook: Oops? Lucanis: You were saying? Rook: Sorry. Lucanis: (Chuckles) Classic Rook. Rook: Classic Rook, he'll/she'll/tehey'll never change. Rook: I've made things awkward. Lucanis: I like this side of you. Lucanis: More wine? Rook: I saved the wine? Lucanis: (Laughs)

(Talon's version) Rook: How are you settling in as First Talon? Lucanis: There was some initial... friction with Caterina, but she got over it. Lucanis: She thought I'd do things her way and was surprised when I had my own ideas. Rook: Really? You'd think she'd be the most welcoming. Lucanis: No.

Rook: Have you spoken to Caterina or the others? Lucanis: Letters here and there. We haven't met since the party. Lucanis: I don't want to cut ties. Lucanis: But Caterina needs to get used to the fact that I'm no longer her heir. Rook: Are you used to it? Lucanis: I was never comfortable with the role to begin with. Rook: So, no regrets? Lucanis: (Sigh) Rook: It's a yes or no question, Lucanis. Lucanis: It's not. You've enough experience with regret to know that.

Rook: I respect your decision to walk away. Lucanis: It wasn't an easy decision. Lucanis: It was hard. Walking away. Rook: It was hard watching it. Lucanis: Let's not talk about me.

Rook: It's not an interrogation if you care. Lucanis: Why not? I've been thoroughly interrogated. Rook: (Snorts) Is that how it works?

Option: Your priorities have changed. Rook: You've changed your tune. Lucanis: I am. On what's important.

Lucanis: Rook. I owe you. For my life, my freedom.

Option: Consider it paid in full. Rook: That debt was paid when you helped us defeat the elven gods. Lucanis: No. That was a job. What you've done for me...

Option: I needed a mage killer. Rook: I had selfish reasons. Lucanis: Rook. I'm serious. Lucanis: Whatever your reasons...

Lucanis: The Venatori killed the man I was. Lucanis: You put the fight—the life—back into me. Rook: I... Thanks.

Lucanis: If you need someone taken care of... Just say the word. Lucanis: Your enemies are House Dellamorte's enemies. (Talon's line) Lucanis: Your enemies are my enemies.

Option: You make murder sound sweet. Rook: Awww. That's sweet. And scary. Lucanis: Of course those are the same thing to you. Rook: I was only teasing. Lucanis: How am I supposed to argue when you say things like that?

Option: I'll settle for friendship. Rook: Or we could just be friends? No killing required. Rook: I still care about you—as a friend. Lucanis: Didn't want you to get the wrong idea... Lucanis: We're still friends. Lucanis: If that's what you want... Rook: Appreciate it.

(non romance/friendship version?) Rook: Oh, I'm aware. Just haven't figured out what I want in return. Lucanis: (Chuckles) Lucanis: For a price. Rook: And you'll charge me... Lucanis: Like I said—a fair rate. (Talon's line) Lucanis: I'm not a Crow anymore. Rates are negotiable. Rook: Still sounds pretty Crow-y to me.

Rook: It's passed sundown. Lucanis: (Sighs) Rook: Time to go? Lucanis: I've business before we return. Rook: What kind of business? Lucanis: Competitive analysis.

Lucanis: Don't worry. I'll collect. Rook: Fun time over? Lucanis: I've business before we return. Rook: What kind of business? Lucanis: Competitive analysis.

Possibly lines from a subsequent quest.

Rook: Business at a Chantry. Not very Andrastian of you. Lucanis: What in our experience together makes you think I'm a good Andrastian? Rook: (Chuckles) Fair enough.

Rook: You sound like you have a plan. Lucanis: Always another mark. Rook: I take it the Antaam are the subject of this so-called analysis? Rook: Why do I get the feeling there's going to be less "analysis" and more stabby-stab? Lucanis: Keeps Wrath content. (Wrath is Spite's previous name?)

Lucanis: Viago said it'd be a fitting spot. Rook: You've proven it's a good spot for an ambush. Lucanis: And you're loud. Which do you think will attract the Antaam?

Meeting with Ashur

It seems as if Lucanis and the Viper were discussing their business, and then Rook came.

The Viper: If you don't trust my intel— Lucanis: I trust your intel and... Lucanis: Fortunate the Rook is here to save the day. Rook: The Rook can detect sarcasm!

Option: Ashur, you shouldn't be here. Rook: This isn't Minrathous. Rook: Ashur, if the Antaam find out you're here... The Viper: I've paid the right people so that they don't.

Option: You two make quite the pair. Rook: The Viper and the Demon. Sounds like a nursery rhyme to scare children.

The Viper: I was just leaving. Rook: Leaving so soon? Rook: You don't have to. Lucanis and I could show you the sights. Rook: There's wine tasting, Antaam assassinating, gambling— Lucanis: Rook. The Viper: Go ahead. I can afford it. Lucanis: (Grumbles.) Course you can. The Viper: You're ruining Rook's fun. Rook: Think about my offer.

The Viper: Should I pay now or— Lucanis: Just go.

Rook: What did he want? Lucanis: Some of us have work to do. Lucanis: It's about time I take care of things at home.

Rook: Who's the mark? Lucanis: Venatori who fled Minrathous after Elgar'nan's fall. Rook: That's why Ashur was here. Lucanis: He's the one who hired me to dismantle the Venatori in the first place. Lucanis: Might as well finish the job.

The most unclear part

Maybe it's related to the quest to kill the Venatori that Viper pointed out.

Rook: Can't take the huge door. Lucanis: The Venatori are inside. Strike from above and we'll take them by surprise. Rook: Above, eh? Rook: Good thing I'm not afraid of heights.

Rook: Not sure why Antivans even build doors. Rook: We never use them. (Crow Origin) Rook: You never use them. Lucanis: We're the Antivan-fucking-Crows.

Rook: We need to be cautious. Rook: If we're not careful, he'll kill the girl. Lucanis: Not if he's dead.

Lucanis: Focus on the self-important bastard. I'll take care of the rest. Rook: They're all self-important—and why do you get so many? Lucanis: Their predictability makes them easy targets.

Venatori: Two, four, six piggies come to slaughter. Venatori: Be grateful. Your meager existence will serve a higher cause. Rook: I'll show you a higher cause right up your— Venatori: (Grunts!) Venatori: Uh—God killer! Right he— Lucanis: Mage killer. Venatori: (Yells in pain) Rook: Lucanis! That's cheating! Lucanis!

Lucanis: Fucking Venatori. Rook: (Sigh) You can take the blood mages out of Minrathous, but…

#dragon age #dragon age the veilguard #dav #da datamine #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis #rook #rookanis #ashur dragon age #viper dragon age #the viper dragon age

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wandanatsub · 3 months ago

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At least once more, as always

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda finds a new spell in the Darkhold and wants to try it out.

Tags: Somnophilia, dub con (is reader there voluntarily? I don't know), magic (cock), stretching, overstimulation, breeding kink, pet names for reader (sweetheart, baby, angel), mommy kink, slight dacryphilia, no pronouns used for reader

Words: 3k

Find it on AO3 or others like it

I was thinking about how Wanda would wake you with morning sex and then my brain just did its thing at 2am. This took way longer to edit than I thought, but I'm happy with this for now so posting before it stays in my draft for another month..

The bed was warm when Wanda finally joined you, but sleep was the last thing on her mind.

She pulled the sheet off the bed and was rewarded with the sight of your naked body. Even asleep, Wanda knew you were always ready and waiting for her, whether you were aware of it or not.

She began with lightly brushing her fingers over your naked body, making sure you were still fast asleep. Then she pressed a bit harder, especially around your thighs and hips. Her hand snaked around your throat and massaged your pulse points. She teased your nipples and pulled on them.

Your breathing changed, but you were still sleeping. She checked, loving that her treatment was reflected in your dream.

After a while, she let her fingers drift down to your folds and pushed through them, feeling the wetness seep out of you. You were wet enough for her to put her plans into action.

And now for the second part of her plan. Wanda spoke another short incantation and started to slowly thrust into you. She wondered at what point you would wake and shiver of excitement ran down her back, making her thrusts a little deeper. Would the continued stretch of your hole would wake you up before her cock became thicker than her fist?

Before she pulled you close, she spoke the incantation and rubbed her clit. With the last word, a cock appeared between her legs. Her hand easily fit around it, as planned.

She turned you on your back. Your face was beautifully calm, a small smile on her lips if Wanda saw it correctly. Her fingers slid down to your thighs, grabbing hold at your knees and pulled them apart to slide closer towards you. She settled your legs over her hips, her cock right at your seeping entrance. She pushed in easily, groaning as she could feel her cock inside your warm and soft pussy.

Every passing second made her cock expand, slow enough to not be recognizable at the moment, but soon you'd notice the stretch. The slow process also gave her the chance to fuck you for a while before you'd wake up.

Wanda started with easy slow thrusts. You were so wet that she felt no resistance at all., though she could feel it starting to build. She fingered your clit to keep the abundance of wetness coming, not wanting to hurt you. Yet. She kept thrusting, checking in on your dream to find her dream-self lazily fucking into dream-you, your blissed-out face mirroring reality.

Wanda kept fucking into you. Once her cock had grown enough, the resistance was noticeable, your walls gripping onto her. Gods, she loved the way you felt around her, the pressure gradually increasing, turning her on more every second.

She had to put more strength into her thrusts, holding onto your hips to push into you. Your dream-self had started to moan her name, slowly bleeding into reality, as she could hear you trying to form words. On a particular powerful thrust, going as deep as she could, your eyes suddenly popped open with you screaming out her name.

Wanda kept thrusting into you with all her power, relishing in the squeeze of her cock while pushing your hips into the mattress. Your hands came up to claw at her. To make her stop or will her to keep going, you weren’t sure.

Waking up to Wanda pushing into you with her thick cock had left you reeling, barely comprehending what was happening. But Wanda gave you no time to catch up. The squelching sound of Wanda forcing herself into your pussy filled the air.

"I've been fucking you for a while, but I’m glad you've finally decided to join the show."

"Yes, take me, pet."

She leaned down to pull your wrists above your head, brushing her nose up your throat to whisper in your ear.

"Gotta get you so wet for me, baby, more than ever before. I'm trying this little spell. Can you figure it out?"

Shivers ran through your whole body. Your hips tried to press up into the witch above you, desperately looking for more friction but Wanda slowed her thrusts, though only because she struggled to push into you all the way.

Her hand flew back to your clit, feeling your pussy give way to her. You squeezed your eyes shut, there were too many sensations. You needed to cum, because you needed this to be over. It was torture, lighting your body on fire, raw pleasure coursing through your veins.

And she kept thrusting into you, your brain nearly exploding while trying to make sense of her words and not pass out from the heavenly pressure between your legs.

You felt your orgasm creeping up on you. It hadn't been the first time Wanda had stretched you out, and it always felt great. But her waking you up already inside you felt intense. You wanted to cum so badly. Cum for her. Stretched around her cock.

"Please, more. I need-"

"Oh, don't worry, sweetheart, more is what this is all about. I'm gonna stretch you out until all you can do is cum on my cock."

You were glad Wanda had let you come so easily, not even making you ask for permission. Your hands let go of the headboard and found her hips, trying to push her off of you. The orgasm hat felt amazing but you needed a break.

The thought, paired with Wanda's hard thrusts, sent you over the edge easily, squeezing her cock like a vice. She moaned, her hips temporarily thrusting out of rhythm.

She slowed down until you stopped clenching around her, not wanting to cum until she had you at your breaking point. It helped you catch your breath. Though you could still feel the stretch, you felt relaxed, the pleasure-high fogging up your thoughts.

Wanda took hold of your wrists again and kept pushing into you.

“What makes you think I’m done with you, baby?” Her overly sweet voice made you realize you might be in trouble.

Wanda quickened her thrusts again, pleasure filled your body without your permission though you knew better than to fight it or her. You would enjoy her treatment so much more when you gave into her fully. If Wanda’s thrusts kept coming, so would you. Might as well enjoy it.

Something felt different though. Like she had gotten bigger, stretching you more and-

Oh.

Now her words made sense.

A loud whine escaped your lips.

"Yes, more, please, more, Wanda. Please, please, make me stretch for you."

Wanda knew you had finally understood.

By now, she was almost as thick as her fist. Her thoughts drifted back to a week ago, when you had asked her to fist you. Wanda pushed the image and feeling of you squeezing her hand, only her wrist visible between your legs, covered in cum and lube to the elbow, into your thoughts.

The mental image and the pressure of her thick cock pushed you over the edge again. Your whole body went rigid, muscle tension pulling your body away from the mattress, pushing into the pleasure and overstimulation.

Wanda kept up her rhythm this time, pounding into you, holding onto your hips, pushing herself as deep as possible. You didn't know when your second orgasm turned into the third, but you wouldn’t care if you lost all feeling in your physical body as long as the fireworks of pure ecstasy kept exploding.

"One more, baby, give me one more." The words pushed through the haze in your mind. And you felt yourself nod. One more orgasm and you could rest.

Wanda blew hot air on your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you, but you writhed underneath her anyway.

Wanda had paused her thrusts, waiting for you to return to reality, but her cock had gotten thicker again.

Your orgasm had spread your wetness over your thighs, her thighs and the bedspread, but neither of you cared.

"More, Wan, please." Your words were slurred, but Wanda understood them anyway.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. You are doing so well. Just give me one more. Can you do that for me, baby?"

You nodded again, moving your hips against hers, pushing yourself onto her thick cock.

Wanda was in awe. She had trained you so well.

"That's it, baby, keep going, fuck yourself on my cock. You can't get enough of it, can you? You're so wet and open for me, made to be stretched by my thick cock."

You whined, not able to push yourself all the way onto Wanda's cock anymore, resulting in quick, shallow frustrating thrusts. You were stretched beyond anything you had ever experienced. You wanted more, needed more. Needed Wanda, her help, needed her to push deeper into you. All thoughts had left your head. All you could think about was Wanda. The witch liked it that way.

"Aww, my pretty baby can't do it without my help? Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll show you how to fuck a precious little angel like you."

You winced at the first deep thrust. Wanda's thumb found your clit and swept over it again and again. The stretch became easier to handle but it couldn't quench the frustrated arousal sweeping through your whole body. With all your strength, you wrapped your legs around Wanda's back and pulled her as close as you could.

"Harder. Please, Wan. Please, mommy, fuck me."

Hearing that title from your lips nearly pushed Wanda over the edge.

Nails dug into your hips, making you cry out. Wanda pushed into you as hard as she could, slamming her pelvis into yours with every thrust, but you didn't care. The pleasure exploded in your body, reaching every tiny nerve ending.

"Come for me, baby. Come on mommy’s cock."

Your orgasm ripped through you, only increasing once you felt Wanda's cock erupt in thick spurts of cum, stretching you even more. Your breathing stopped while your body tried to contain all the pleasure. All your nerve endings were fired up, sending ecstasy back to your center, the sensations concentrated on the stretch of your walls around Wanda's cock, pulling you into another orgasm.

It took a while to free yourself from the haze in your brain. You barely registered Wanda speaking words in another language, then the continued stretch stopped.

Wanda waited until your eyes fluttered open again, finding hers.

"Good morning, baby. Sleep well?"

Her lips pulled into a grin. You opened your mouth to say something, anything, if at all possible. But as soon as your brain found words, her thumb swiped over your clit, circling it, shooting pleasure through your abused nerves. You whined, your hands shooting out to grip her wrist. Wanda was still inside you, stretching your pussy to its limits.

"Ah ah ah, baby, hands to yourself. I just want to make this easier for you."

Your grip on her wrist didn't lessen, but you didn't have the strength to stop her anyway. Wanda brushed quick little circles over your clit, making your eyes roll back. Your hips lifted of their own volition, still chasing her touch, but she chose that moment to slowly pull out of you.

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. Stretching you out had been ecstatic, but this feeling was agonizing. Her thumb pressed over your clit, your walls releasing her cock, bit by bit. Using magic could’ve definitely make this process easier for you, but Wanda wasn’t really looking to make it easier for you.

She pulled out slowly, slower really than she had to, but she loved seeing your walls all stretched around her, your clit fluttering under her thumb.

"You're doing so well for me, sweetheart. Be good, and don't fight it, baby."

Your body couldn’t decide between whines, cries and moans, letting it all out. Wanda basked in the display of pleasure and pain. She loved how your body writhed underneath her, constantly switching between pulling her closer and pushing her away.

Wanda was in total control of your body, just the way she liked it. Her fingers slid up your stomach to your breast and started to toy with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them. All the painful sensations combined into a pleasure wave, slowly drifting over you.

She paused the movement of her hips for a few seconds, cruelly tracing your thin walls around her cock. Your whines turned into sobs, your body practically vibrating with all the sensations, until she finally took pity on you. Her thumb returned to your clit, the other hand held onto your squirming hips. Her lips found your ear, praising you in hushed tones as she finally pulled out of you.

A final small orgasm pulled out of you, relief flooding your whole body.

Without her cock inside you, your combined cum started flooding out of you, soaking the sheets underneath you.

Wanda's finger swirled through it and pushed some of it back into your stretched entrance. You whined and tried to pull away from her.

"Stay still, baby. I can't have all of this sweetness go to waste. Have to plug you up next time, to make sure to keep all of my cum inside."

Your struggle quickly faded. Your body was overwhelmed, unable, and unwilling to fight Wanda. After all, she knew what was best for you.

Four wet fingers easily pushed the cum back into you, her thumb finding your clit, overstimulation sending you into another quick orgasm, squeezing weakly around her fingers.

"Good job, baby, let me fill you up."

Wanda pulled you closer by your hips, propping your ass up onto her thighs. Your legs fell open, exposing your wide entrance to Wanda's hungry gaze. Your body felt heavy, too heavy to really move, but you knew Wanda would handle your body into any position she wanted it. You didn’t have to think about moving or anything besides breathing, though your body mostly managed that on its own.

"You're perfect like this, sweetheart, all open and ready for me."

Even though you were still incredibly overstimulated, Wanda's praise could easily push you into compliance.

"Wanna be good for you, mommy." Your whispers were barely loud enough to be heard, but Wanda would've caught them over the sounds of bombs raining from the sky.

"Then just lay still and let me fill you up, baby. Gotta make sure my seed takes root."

Your eyes fluttered, and it became difficult to keep them open. You caught glimpses of Wanda stroking her cock eagerly, staring at your freshly fucked pussy.

"Fill me up, mommy, want you to breed me."

Wanda loved you. She really did. Especially when you were fucked-out exhausted but still so incredibly horny. She was glad she hadn't managed to fuck that out of you yet.

She stroked herself while slowly circling your clit, delighted to see your pussy quivering, trying and failing to squeeze around anything. You couldn’t move a muscle even if you wanted to. Wanda would fuck you for as long as she wanted to, so there was no reason for you to move anyway.

The sight in front of her and the thought of breeding you finally pushed her into her second orgasm of the morning. The first ropes of cum landed over your stomach and hips. She kept fisting her cock and aimed at your still gaping entrance, the rest of her cum dripped into you.

Her thumb brushed your clit, making you squeeze around her cum.

Another short but intense orgasm made sure her cum stayed where it should and brought silent tears to your eyes.

"So good for me baby, you did so well. I love how hungry your pussy is for my cum. Love to see my little angel clench around nothing but my cum."

A smile bloomed on your face, and Wanda brushed away the tears from your cheek, mixing with the cum still on her thumb.

"Such a pretty angel. Cry for me, baby."

Crying after an intense orgasm wasn't new for you. And this had been the most intense experience of your life, so Wanda wasn't surprised by your reaction. The fact that it turned her on even more was also a benefit. The tears kept falling, and Wanda kept brushing them away, smiling down at you.

"Getting my thumb all wet, baby, and wet fingers are only good for one thing."

Her featherlight touch had barely left your face when you felt it once again on your clit. You stiffened. You couldn't. Not again. It was too much.

"Can you give me one more, angel? Just one more, and then you can sleep, I promise. Just have to make sure that you take mommy's cum as deep as you can."

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you were sure this wasn't necessary to get you pregnant, whether she had cum inside you, tip pushed against your cervix, or masturbating over your gaping hole.

Your body fought against overstimulation. You wanted to be good for Wanda. To give her what she wanted. She was relentless, brushing over your clit. Quietly praising you. Telling you about all the other ways she wanted to breed you until you were finally pregnant and maybe even after that.

Your body slowly came alive again, pleasure reaching out its fingertips.

"Look at me, baby."

Wanda waited until your eyes fluttered open and anchored onto her own. She smiled at you, then looked down at your abused pussy and let her spit drip onto your clit. Your eyes rolled back, and your body quivered under her presence.

With the last vestiges of her sanity intact, Wanda pulled up your hips until her tongue could reach your clit. It barely took a few licks to catapult you into one last orgasm, long and intense, Wanda sucking on your clit throughout until you finally lost all strength in your body.

She carefully lowered you, pulled a pillow under your hips to keep them inclined, and finally laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms.

"Sleep, baby. You did so well for mommy, I’m so proud of you."

You barely registered the praise before you lost consciousness and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x you

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Glowing Caverns | C.SN

「pairing」 : san x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.5k

「synopsis」 : you were on vacation, taking the time to get away from your chaotic city life and enjoy the tranquility of the beach. it was supposed to be an easy laid back few weeks yet you weren't expecting to catch the eye of a lifeguard who just couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of you.

「genre」 : smut, lil bit of fluff, lifegurard!san, summer fling au

「warnings」 : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, cussing, kissing, flirting, unprotected sex, biting/marking, messy makeout, rough sex, slight clit play, dirty talk, teasing, dom!san x sub!reader, overstimulation, pet names (princess, baby, pretty, pretty girl...), multiple orgasms, slight buldge kink, creampie, dumbification, slight manhandling, praising, breeding, lmk if I missed anything!!

「notes」 : this has been sitting in my drive half finished for at least a month now and I can't believe that I'm just now getting back to it 😭, but lifeguard san was the first thought that came to mind when I saw the crazy ass video he posted 🥴. special shout out to @kitten4sannie for listening to insaneness and letting me share my crazy ideas, this ones for you babes! also, HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥂

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, warming you to the core as you walked along the beach. The book in your hand is long forgotten as you soak in the warm rays, enjoying the sea salt air. It was refreshing to finally have a place that didn’t have you running around like a chicken with its head cut off or a manager that would yell at you for every little thing that you did wrong and even the aches in your body due to overtime were melting away the longer you stood in the summer breeze.

Moving your hand up, you shielded your eyes from the bright sun as you looked around, you saw only a few families on the beach, parents lounging around on their towels under large umbrellas while the kids were off playing in the water or giggling with one another as they attempted to build sandcastles a little too close to the water. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched the three kids jump to their feet with squeals as a wave crashed over their newly built sandcastle, completely demolishing it.

This was the life that you had longed for, and you would give anything to be able to call this your ‘every day,’ but you knew that it would never be true. You couldn’t leave your life in the city behind; as much as you would love to, there was just too much at stake.

Letting out a conflicted sigh, you turned back to the ocean and watched the waves roll calmly on the surface. The gentleness of it all lured you in like a siren's call, tugging at every fiber of your being, and you took a step forward, allowing the cool water to wash over your bare feet, the temperature causing a chill to run down your spine.

After a few moments, you could feel the burning gaze of someone’s eyes, the hairs on the back of your neck standing tall. Peeking over your shoulder, you met the eyes of one of the lifeguards; he was perched on top of the watch-out chair. Heat flushed your cheeks as you took in his appearance, his shaggy hair falling in front of his eyes, but it didn’t hide the intensity of the look he was giving you. Your eyes took in more of his appearance, and you felt like your face was going to burst into flames at any moment. His honey skin was on perfect display. The only thing he was wearing was the bright red swim trunks that all of the lifeguards were wearing.

Swallowing thickly, you raised your hand, sending him a small wave, and your heart nearly stopped when he smiled, waving back. A smile of your own spread on your lips as you turned back around to look out at the ocean once more.

San’s eyes stayed glued to you even after you turned back around; something about you intrigued him. He’s never seen you around town before, and he knows almost everyone. The town doesn’t have very many tourists, so he was curious. It was like there was an invisible string tethering him to you, and he felt a pull, one that wouldn’t go away until he learned more. So he leaned over the other side of the lookout chair, searching for someone.

“Hey, Jongho!” He called out to the other male, who turned around a pair of dark sunglasses adorning his features. “Can you cover for me for a few minutes?” San asked, causing the younger to cock an eyebrow.

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy your lunch for the rest of the week.” San bargained, and Jongho thought about it for a second before ultimately nodding and agreeing.

“But don’t think I won’t throw your ass under the bus if boss shows up,” Jongho told him pointedly, and San chuckled before patting his shoulder.

“Thanks!” San then turned and jogged over to where you were standing while Jongho climbed up the ladder, drink in hand, as he leaned back in the seat.

You were crouched down, your book in your lap, as you combed through the sand to find any seashells. The sound of footsteps nearing you tore your attention away, and you pulled your hand from the water. Looking over, you found the lifeguard from earlier making his way towards you, so you shook your hand, trying to dry any of the leftover water before standing to your feet once more. Your heart fluttered when he got closer, and you were able to see his dimpled smile and his teeth peeking out from behind his lips.

“Hi.” He greeted you as soon as he got close enough, stopping just a few feet away from you.

You turned to face him, returning his smile as your fingers curled around the spine of your book, “hi.”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around town before.” He tilted his head a little bit, causing some of his hair to fall further into his eyes, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The only thing that came to your mind as you watched him look at you curiously was that he was cute. His soft brown eyes drew you in like a freshly made batch of brownies, and his sweet smile left you wanting more.

You laughed softly at his statement before nodding your head, “That would be because I’m new around here.” You told him before quickly adding on, “Only for the summer though, then I’ve gotta go back home.”

San didn’t miss the solemn look that crossed your face when you mentioned going back home, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for you. However, hearing that you were going to be here for the summer gave him an idea, albeit possibly a horrible idea, but an idea nonetheless.

“Would you care for a tour of the town? I can show you all the best places around.” He gave you a cheeky smile, and you felt your stomach flutter.

The last thing you expected was for someone to offer to show you around the foreign town, let alone someone who was like a godsent. You thought it over for a few moments before ultimately deciding that it wouldn’t be a bad idea, seeing as you were going to be in this town for at least another three months, so you nodded your head with a smile of your own.

“I’d love that.” You told him before you heard shouting from behind him causing both of you to turn only to find an older man marching down the beach.

Chuckling nervously, the boy turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck, “That would be my boss, I should probably get back. Do you know where the ice cream parlor is?” He asked, and you nodded, recalling seeing it as you were on your way to the beach. “Awesome, I get off at six. Meet me there?”

“San!” You heard someone shout causing the male in front of you to look over his shoulder, seeing the older man now standing next to the lifeguard post with Jongho.

“You should probably go,” You laugh softly. You would hate to see him get into any more trouble for staying and talking to you.

“Probably…” He sighed, turning back towards you, “I’m San, by the way.”

“I’m y/n.” You smiled up at him, and San felt his stomach swirl at the sight, but the moment was ruined when his boss once again yelled at him to get back to his post, causing the poor boy to let out a defeated sigh.

“I’ll see you later y/n.” He waved at you softly before turning and started jogging towards the lifeguard stand but stopped short when he remembered something, “Oh, y/n?” You looked at him at the sound of your name with a hum, “Make sure to wear your bathing suit.”

You nodded softly before watching as he walked back over to the lifeguard stand where his boss started giving him an earful as the boy who was sitting on the chair watched, a straw in his mouth. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. This might just be the best summer you’ve had yet.

Just like San said he would, he showed up at the ice cream parlor a little after six. He found you sitting in a booth off to the side with an empty cup in front of you as you scrolled through your phone. Walking over, he stopped just short of the table with a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked, causing you to lift your head, and as soon as you saw him, your face lit up, a smile spreading across your glossed lips. You shook your head before telling him to sit down, to which he happily obliged, sitting across from you and propping his arms on the tabletop.

“So, where are you taking me first?” You asked, taking a sip from your watered-down soda only to grimace slightly due to the bland taste, causing San to chuckle, ‘cute,’ he thought, watching you push the cup away with a small pout forming on your lips.

“Well, I was thinking we would just make our way back down to the beach.” He told you, and you looked at him with scrunched eyebrows. Weren’t you guys just at the beach? Noticing your confusion, he added, “There is a cavern just slightly off the beach that glows at night.”

Your eyes widened at the thought, you have heard of them before but you never thought that you would actually be able to go and see one in person. It would also make sense why he told you to keep your bathing suit on. However, a sudden unease starts to settle in the pit of your stomach at the thought of the sea life that normally comes out after dark.

“What about sharks and whatnot?”

“We won’t have to swim to get inside, plus the underwater entrance is too small for anything big to get in,” San reassured you, and your unease died down as you took in the sincerity that gleamed in his eyes. “If you’re ready, we can start heading that way.”

You nodded with a bright smile before standing from your seat and turning to grab your trash, but San was quicker. He walked over to the trash can, throwing it away as you followed behind him closely.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You pouted slightly, not used to people doing anything like that for you.

San just offered you a smile, walking to the door and opening it for you, “after you.”

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About an hour and a half later, you walked side by side with San down the beach, your sandals in your hand as you talked. He had shown you so many small shops that had all kinds of things that you couldn’t find in the bigger cities and even took you to the small animal shelter where he volunteers from time to time. It was refreshing to see, and you wished that you could make it your everyday life, but alas, you couldn’t.

“The entrance is just over here.” San pointed off to the side of the cliff, the flashlight in his hand illuminating the ground underneath your feet. You followed after him until you made it to more rocky ground, so you stopped to put your shoes back on.

You had managed to put one on without too much struggle, but as you were putting the other on, you lost your balance, toppling over. However, instead of crashing on the ground, you felt arms wrapped around your midsection, keeping you upright. Looking up, your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed just how close San was. Stammering out an apology, you pushed away with a flustered face, and San watched in amusement as you avoided his eyes.

After your shoes were on, San led you to the entrance, “it's just through here.” He pointed the flashlight at the small entrance, glancing back at you. You followed after him, making sure to stay close so you don’t get separated. Then, finally, you broke through the entrance with a deep breath; the air smelled heavily of sea salt.

A small gasp fell from your lips when you looked up as San turned the flashlight off. The whole cavern was illuminated in an oceanic blue. The reflection of the water from the ceiling made it feel like you were underwater.

“It’s beautiful.” You spoke quietly as you stepped forward, and San looked over at you with a silly smile on his lips.

Heat flushed his face as he took in your appearance. The lights from the algae made your skin glow. You were breathtaking, and every fiber in his body was yearning to reach out to touch you, but when you looked over, catching him staring, he decided against it.

“C’mon, let’s get in the water.” He quickly spoke before you had a chance to even question why he was staring and jogged over to the edge of the water.

You stood there in confusion for a moment before looking back over at the taller male as he kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. Your mouth watered slightly at the sight of his bare skin, watching the muscles in his back ripple as he threw his shirt off to the side.

Heat crept up your neck as he looked back at you with a small smile, but there was a gleam in his eyes that made your stomach flip. Swallowing thickly you walked over to the water’s edge as San dove in and kicked your sandals off once more.

“This is safe, right?” You asked, your voice coming out shaky as you took in San’s appearance after coming out from under the water.

“I’ve been swimming here since I was a kid. I promise it’s safe.” He offered you a reassuring smile, and you nodded before reaching for the hem of your shirt.

San couldn’t tear his gaze away from your body as you pulled your shirt over your head, revealing the bikini top that you were wearing underneath. He could feel his whole body start to burn as you pulled your shorts down your legs before tossing both items over with his discarded shirt.

You could feel his eyes burning into you as you threaded through the water, which was surprisingly warmer than you expected it to be. When you got close enough to him, he swallowed down the lump in his throat, but then you got a mischievous idea.

Cupping your hands together, you splashed water at him, drenching his face and hair. You broke down into a fit of giggles at the shock on his face after he wiped his eyes.

“Oh, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.” He chuckled deeply, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the noise, heat pooling in your gut, but you tried to ignore it as he sprayed water right back at you.

A squeal fell from your lips as he rushed at you, and you ran from him, the whole cavern filling with the sounds of your guy's laughter.

You tried to get away from San’s outstretched hands after splashing him once again, but your foot slipped, and he managed to grab your arm. He pulled you towards him, your body almost weightless in the water.

“Got you.” He huffed, looking down at you as your hand fell to his chest to keep your balance.

The air around you grew still; the only sound was your heavy breathing. San’s eyes were glued to your face, and you could feel your body growing warmer by the second. He started to lean down, his lips ghosting over yours, and your eyes fluttered closed as he closed the space between your bodies.

San’s lips were soft against yours; the kiss was sweet, but it didn’t take long before it started to fill with need. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, groaning at the taste, a mixture of sea salt and your strawberry lip gloss. The sound was enough to leave your core dripping as you parted your lips, allowing him to invade your mouth.

A small whine fell from your lips as he bit down on your bottom lip gently before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. You rolled your head to the side, giving him more space to leave wet, open-mouth kisses along your skin.

“San…” You let out a breathy moan as he nipped at your skin, his hands wandering your body while yours squeezed his shoulders to try and ground yourself. Your breath hitched in your throat when his hand cupped your boob over your bikini top.

“You sound so pretty, moaning my name.” He groaned against your skin, his senses going haywire as he kissed back up to your lips. He just couldn’t seem to get enough. He wanted more.

A small yelp fell from your lips when he picked you up effortlessly, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you out of the water. His lips then found yours, capturing them in a heated kiss.

Not a word was spoken as he laid you down on the smooth floor of the cavern, fingers dancing across your skin. Every fiber of your being felt like it had been set aflame as his hand crept down your stomach, tracing the hem of your bottoms.

He pulled away from your lips, taking in your disheveled appearance and your swollen lips glistening under the light. The sight made his dick swell in his trunks, the material straining, causing him to groan. Pulling back a little more, he curled his fingers around the fabric of your bottoms and looked back at you with a questioning gaze. After giving him the green light, San wasted no time in discarding you of your bottoms, leaving your dripping core on full display.

You felt small under his gaze, and you started to close your legs in embarrassment. However, San was quick to stop you. Grabbing your knees, he spread your legs once more, his cock twitching at the sight of your glistening pussy.

“Fuck.” He cursed, mouth yearning to latch on to your clit, but his aching cock was telling him that there was no time. So he prayed to the gods that he would get another chance to eat you out before the summer was over.

“San–” You were cut off by a choked moan when he pressed down on your clit suddenly, groaning at how wet you were. He leaned back over your body, caging you under his as he looked at your lust-filled eyes.

“Shit princess, you’re so fucking wet.” His head leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he continued to toy with your clit.

“San, please!” You whined, back arching off the ground when he added more pressure to your clit. Your body felt like it was on fire, and your core ached, begging to be filled. The growing desire becomes insatiable.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” He cooed, raising up to look at you with a teasing smirk, and that’s when you noticed the chain dangling from his neck.

Biting back another moan, you reached up and wrapped your fingers around the cool metal before pulling him down until his lips brushed over yours, “stop teasing and fuck me.”

San chuckled before removing his hand from your little bundle of nerves, “so demanding.”

You were about to retort, but all words died on your tongue as he leaned up to pull his trunks down just enough to let his weeping cock pop out. Noticing the shocked look in your eyes, he smirked before leaning over you again, lips brushing over your ear.

“You were the one demanding that I fuck you, so take it like a good girl, hmm?” His voice was deep, causing you to clench around nothing, a small whine falling from your lips.

Your whole body jolted when you felt his tip running over your slit before bumping into your clit. Then he started pushing into you without so much as a warning, causing you to choke out a broken moan of his name.

“San!” You cried out, nails clawing at his back, nearly breaking skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes. “‘S too much.”

“But you wanted this baby.” He cooed, thumb brushing under your eyes as tears started to fall, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find his forcefulness hot. Your walls squeezed around his aching cock, sucking him further in and he groaned, “plus you’re sucking me in, your pretty little cunt is just begging to be filled.”

Your eyes rolled back when he finally bottomed out, your mind fuzzing over from the full feeling. San watched you intently as you pulled at his body, wanting him close to you, a pathetic whimper falling from your swollen lips.

“Sannie!” You cried out, and his cock twitched at the whiny tone in your voice. The pressure was overwhelming, and you felt like you were about to combust if nothing was done about it soon. Your hips rolled up against San’s, and a choked gasp fell from your lips when his tip brushed over your sweet spot. “M-Move, please. San, please.” You spewed pleas like a mantra, and San’s lips curled into a smirk as he took your hips in his hands.

He pulled out until just the tip was left before pushing back in with enough force to make your tits bounce. A strangled cry tore from your lungs, and your hands flew to his forearm. His pace was slow but deep, hitting all of the right spots and turning you into a blubbering mess.

“Look at you taking me so well,” He cooed, pistoning his hips into yours until his tip hit your cervix.

Stars danced across your vision when his pace picked up, his grip so tight on your hips that you were sure that it would leave bruises the next day. However, all thoughts melted from your brain when his hand pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him even more.

“S-San– fuck! You feel so good, oh my god!” You cried out, back arching off of the ground when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your legs trembled around San’s waist as he brought you closer to your climax, your velvet walls squeezing around his throbbing cock like a vice.

“Shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m gonna cum.” San groaned, his body leaning over yours to litter your chest with sloppy kisses. “Is that what you want, pretty girl? Me to cum in this sweet pussy of yours? To claim you as mine, is that it?” He growled against your skin, and it felt like your brain turned to mush at the thought of him cumming in you, and you tightened around him once more, giving away exactly what you wanted.

With just a few more thrusts, he sent you toppling over the edge, a string of broken moans falling from your lips as he fucked you through your high. Detaching his lips from your collarbone, he leaned over you, chain hanging just in your peripheral. Without so much as a second thought, you grabbed the jewelry and pulled him down, slotting your lips over his.

The kiss was anything but neat; he kissed you with a bruising force, and a mixture of spit covered both of your chins. Any sound you made from his relentless pounding was swallowed by his lips. Tears of overstimulation clouded your vision as you tried to tell him to slow down, but all that left your lips were incoherent babbles.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, pretty, just hold on a little bit more; you can do that, can’t you?” He grunted through gritted teeth as he sat back up, using his hold on your hips to plow you into oblivion. Your nails dug into his forearm, threatening to break skin as he pushed you closer to another climax.

“S-San!” You choked out a moan as he brushed over your sweet spot, causing stars to cloud your vision.

“Shit.” San groaned as he felt his own high right on the tip of his tongue. His hand then moved from your hip, trailing up your body until he caught your chin between his fingers. “Look at me pretty girl, I want you to watch as I fill your womb with my cum.”

His words were enough to have your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body trembling as another high washed over your body. Your pussy spasmed around his cock as you continued to gush out your own cum. An incoherent mixture of his name and curses spewed from your lips as he continued to fuck you through another high until his own thrusts became sloppy.

“Eyes on me, princess.” He tapped your cheek, watching in amusement as you tried your best to focus your attention on him despite all of the pleasure your body was receiving. “F-Fucking–” His voice cracked as his climax hit him like a freight train, his warm seed spilling deep into your walls.

“Sannie!” You whine at the sudden feeling, back arching off of the ground once more when he stilled inside of you.

“You did so good for me, baby.” He huffed, leaning over to pull your lips into a gentle kiss, and your shaky arms wrapped around his neck, wanting to keep him as close as possible.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments more until San pulled away, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. With a chuckle, he slipped out of your spent hole, watching as a mixture of his and your cum pooled on the ground beneath you. Swallowing thickly, he tore his eyes away, afraid that he would get hard again, and instead pulled his trunks back up before helping you back into your clothes.

“C’mon, we can go back to mine and watch a movie or something.” He smiled sweetly at you as he helped you pull your shorts over your hips, and you felt your face flush.

“Throw in some snacks, and I’ll be yours.” You teased, and he chuckled before grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

“I can make that happen.” He then pulled you back towards the entrance of the cavern and back to the beach before the both of you headed back to his place for the rest of the night.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, if you kissed your city life goodbye, you could be happy here. The thought of having to leave San at the end of the summer after what just happened left an ache deep in your heart. So that’s all it took, was another flash of San’s dimpled smile to call your boss and tell him that you were going to quit.

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𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

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kissesz · 3 months ago

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𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

caitlyn kiramman x f!reader

warnings: see above, mdni. this is nothing but pwp. f!sub!reader. dom!caitlyn. mean!caitlyn. but it's soft. she's only a little mean. also a little flawed but like, who isn't? semi-toxic it is then. she's very sorry you guys are making up later. vaginal fingering. cunnilingus. orgasm denial (1x). biting. p.s. english is not my first language, please bear with my struggling.

read part 2 here

notes: first post, hi! if you love women as much as i do, consider sticking around! this was requested (and encouraged to post) by one of my dearest friends, em. i'll love you always. and to my sweetest readers who managed to make it this far, i cherish each and every one of you, stay wonderful. feel free to comment your thoughts, shoot me a message, i'm all ears.

(repost because i fucked up the formatting, whoops.)

Two rapid knocks on your door after the clock has struck two only meant a single thing as of late.

Caitlyn Kiramman.

A woman you grew to hold close and dear in the depths of your heart. She’s shining prestige wrapped in affluence and grace with sugared kindness that blooms a warmth in your chest. The concept of the unattainable envisioned by the masses. She’s soft with affection where she ought to be, sharp and cold where it benefits her.

And yet, here she was. At your doorstep, at this ungodly hour, like clockwork.

You didn’t know when, exactly, this became routine. Perhaps it began with stolen glances across crowded rooms, or fleeting conversations that swirled around in your mind far longer than they should have. Caitlyn had always been a topic of interest to you, carefully composed, her smiles perfectly rehearsed, her every move designed to captivate. And yet, somewhere along the way, she let you see behind the curtain. Not all at once, but inch by inch, until you could no longer remember how you managed to hold her at arm’s length to begin with.

Maybe it was the night she showed up on your doorstep for the first time, instead of you on hers, drenched from the rain, the mask of elegance she wore so well slightly cracked. You’d never seen her like that before: vulnerable, desperate for a moment of reprieve. She didn’t say why she came to you, but she didn’t have to. The answer was in the way her voice trembled when she finally spoke, in the way she clung to you like you were the only stable thing in a world determined to break her.

You should’ve questioned it. Should’ve hesitated before letting her in, before letting her slip past your defenses so easily. But you didn’t. Instead, you simply held her, murmured quiet reassurances against her temple as she exhaled shakily into your collarbone. As if you were someone she could turn to. As if you were hers to seek comfort in.

Or maybe it wasn’t one defining moment at all. Maybe it was the accumulation of a thousand small gestures: the way she reached for your hand without thinking, or how she never left your side without making sure you felt safe. The way her laughter softened in your presence, like it wasn’t meant for anyone else to hear. The way her fingertips brushed against yours in passing, always lingering for a fraction longer than necessary. The way her eyes sought you out first in every room, as if to silently ask, Are you alright? before anyone else even considered it.

You didn’t ask for her affection, and yet, here she was—woven into your life so tightly that you couldn’t imagine untangling her, even if you wanted to.

Now, she stood patient. Draped in a tailored fur-lined coat that framed her figure like it belonged in a gallery. Gold glinted in the low light—her jewelry, her dress, the faint shimmer of her makeup, all intentionally resembling starlit skies. Even in the dead of night, where most fall victim to obscurity, she was truly flawless.

You had tried, once, to ignore it—to turn away from the soft tap of her knuckles against your door, to pretend you didn’t care whether she came or not. That resolve had crumbled the moment she spoke your name through the threshold, hushed and laced with something dangerously close to yearning.

And so, like always, you found yourself standing before her, breath uneven, pulse traitorous.

Pushing down the handle, you stepped back to let the door fall ajar.

“You’re awake,” Caitlyn noted, her tone soft and conversational, though her sharp eyes certainly betrayed her. She offered a smile, which you returned in kind. It was familiar, comforting. You let your eyes take her in, committing every detail of her to memory as if she’d forever be gone by the next sunrise.

Leaning against the doorframe, you let your head rest against the pale ivory of the wall. It was late. “Barely.”

Her smile widened slightly, but she said nothing, merely stepping forward as though your presence in the doorway was an invitation. Her arms enveloped you, as did the scent of her perfume: something vanilla with an edge of spice, curling around the slightest of florals. You nuzzled into the crook of her neck, closing your eyes to savour the sensation of being in her proximity. Her hands came to rest on your back, pulling you impossibly closer.

There was something unbearably vicious about the way she held you. Like she knew you needed it more than she did. Like she could sense the weight of her absence pressing into your ribs, suffocating, unbearable. She never said it aloud, never boasted of it, but you felt it in the way her fingers curled against the fabric of your shirt, just barely tightening. The smallest tell.

A soft sigh squeezed itself from your lungs as you parted, and she tilted up your chin to hold your gaze for a second seemingly never ending. When Caitlyn decided she had admired you enough, (but only for the time being) she clashed your lips together in a kiss so deep you feared you’d drown.

That happened a lot with her. The incessant fear you could easily lose yourself.

She kissed like she had no intention of stopping—like she wanted to steal every thought, every protest, every inch of hesitation until all that remained was her. Until she was carved into your bones.

Gentle teeth then nipped at you, snapping you out of whatever reverie you were beginning to spiral into as your breaths grew heavier.

“I missed you,” was whispered into the oxygen-depleted air between you by Caitlyn, as she ever so slowly started inching towards your couch. Those three words floated, so quiet, yet so heavy. The depth of them crashed over you like a wave, making your thoughts hazy as you struggled to breathe.

The worst part? You believed her.

You always believed her.

It was a dangerous thing, the way she could make you forget the ache of waiting. How she could saunter into your life after days—weeks—without word, and with one look, one touch, have you willing to unravel at her feet.

Pulling you along with her, seeing as you didn’t protest, she moved with an ease that suggested she’s done this countless times. Familiarized herself with your space enough to know you’ll trust her to guide. You didn’t want to admit you’d do so regardless.

But she knew.

Gods, she always knew.

There was no hiding from her. No veiling the way your body responded to her, no pretending she didn't have this hold over you. She saw every flicker of reluctance, every frantic breath, and she made it her mission to unravel you. To pull apart the pieces of you that were too stubborn to fall in line.

As the back of your knees hit the edge of the couch, she pushed you downwards, your back now against plush velvet. Caitlyn pulled back, her lips puffy and swollen as if mirroring yours, pupils dilated as if high out of her mind on the taste of you. Her fingers skimmed your skin like fire, searing a path from your collarbones, down between your chest, before finally finding purchase on the sash of your robe, pulling and watching as it fell open, mesmerized. You wanted to say something. To stop her before you lost yourself entirely in her. But the words never came. How could they when she was looking at you like that? Feral, tinged with something much deeper than desire. Her hands found your waist next, fingers pressing in just enough to make you gasp, to make you arch instinctively into her touch. She knew you so well. Knew exactly how to make you bend to her, how to make you fall apart at her will.

And then, she kissed you again.

This time, it was different. Less tender than before, more demanding—insistent. Her lips crashed against yours with the intensity of a storm, and you couldn’t help but meet her with equal fervor. She tasted like whiskey and something richer, something intoxicating, and you drank it in as if it were the last thing you'd ever have.

Your pulse raced as she pulled back, but only enough to leave a teasing space between you, enough to make you ache. She took a staggering, deliberate breath as she admired the mess she'd made of you.

Her voice, low and perilous, cut through the quiet. "I want you," she whispered, her lips barely brushing against yours, three words that made your heart race with an intensity you weren’t sure you were prepared for.

Messy, so messy as sly fingers snaked themselves around your breast, painstakingly slowly closing, increasing the pressure of which they’ve captured it. Your pulse fluttered, and Caitlyn swallowed the deliciously high-pitched moan threatening to spill from your velvety lips. Once only a string of saliva connected the memories of your kiss, she dove headfirst into the fragile skin of your neck, sucking and biting on it like a predator starved. The gloss of her lips smeared against you colorless, only blooming hues from beneath by her ministrations contrasted against your skin tone. A myriad of carmine and crimson, dancing in spots and dots of darker and lighter.

Flexing one knee upward you pressed it against her side, asking, the burn in your abdomen pooling deeper—dripping molten in carnal need. A pathetic keen was what you could offer as a cry for salvation, the state of your desperation swirling into and sweetening your blood. Caitlyn huffed a sound akin to a giggle, reveling in your sounds reverberating around her heart, savouring every inch of you as her hands stilled, and moved to trace down your sides. Deliciously tingling shivers were her reward, only, the true euphoria of eye-rolling breathlessness rested lower, between your thighs.

Though not before she spellboundly locked your eyes together, to witness your fall from grace, had her hand made the descent against your glistening folds.

Caitlyn Kiramman was clever with her fingers. She was an excellent shot, after all. Manicured, slender, long and expressive—from the very start she delighted in curling and waving them around unnecessarily seductively every chance she got. Intertwining and lacing them around the neck of a wine glass, door handles, your shoulders, all while you fell enchanted, and far down a wicked fantasy of her digits buried inside of you.

Accompanying a sharp, satisfied intake of breath from her, they sunk impossibly deep with no warning. A sight to behold and cherish for her you were, as an obscene whine loud enough to wake the city, followed by a filthy whimper that made her want to tear you apart, tumbled from your parted, lovebitten lips. Her fingers picked up a pace from which they never slowed, hooking up to caress your saccharine inner walls as they tightened around her in order to suffocate.

And oh it was pristine unadulterated ecstasy when her thumb found its leverage on your clit, drawing tight circles around it as if chasing and ruthlessly shoving you towards your orgasm.

“Ngh- Cait- ah-”

Pitiful little thing you were, spine contorted unnaturally, breath heaving, hair sprawled beneath you as you gazed up through glossy eyes at the harbinger of your exhilaration, only to find soulful azures staring lovingly back at you.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” Her ambery tones of cashmere and cardamom suffocated you, dripping your senses in a glowing warmth, nuanced by a dusky tint in the way she formed her syllables. An unspoken truth between you was interrupted by yet another mewl, alongside a fumbling hand clutching at her wrist in silent command to keep going.

No perplexion in the fact she obliged, even going as far to lean further down in order to languidly lick a stroke up the expanse of your breast, encircling a nipple between greedy lips. Your toes curled as the sudden absence of air in your lungs hit you like the first note of a symphony, the kind that built steadily but constantly, keeping you blind with pleasure as it swept you into its crescendo. Sweet release was within reach, your restless heartbeat a telltale sign and the unabashed squelching sounds of your core a reassurance nonpareil. Frenzied, as you are done apart, hands now pawing at the sheets—it took only a particularly sharp thrust of her finger upward to have you almost toppling and falling over the edge.

But as soon as you felt it, it was gone. Hollow was the space inside of you, squeezing and tightening against grueling, agonizing nothing, as all stimuli were robbed of you.

Whipping your head upwards with a cry akin to that of wounded prey, you sank your nails into Caitlyn's wrist. Something livid and bewildered flickered in your eyes, alongside the undeniable flow of salty tears that threatened to spill lest you blinked them back.

“Why? Why did you-”

Cruel, devilishly cruel and vile was the laugh that tore its way through her throat, smoky vetiver strangling bygone syrupy spice and comfort. It was utterly amusing to her how melodramatic you could act, like this was disturbingly traumatic to that poor tiny heart of yours. Shiny, pearly white teeth glinted beneath the dull lighting as she yanked you closer by your calves.

Her mouth made direct contact with your slit in a split second—an experimental lick descending onto your swollen clit had you sobbing out her name like a mantra meant for worship.

You didn’t just say it—you felt it, like you were kneeling at the altar of her touch, drowning in the devotion she’d drawn from you, effortlessly.

“Mhm, good girl.” Her humming vibrated against you, the praise spilling from her lips resembling cloyingly sugar-saturated ambrosia. Doubling down on her efforts her grip was bordering on hurtful, tongue curling just at the right angle to have you lightheaded, lost, wailing and whining as the knot in your stomach threatened to unfurl. Though, there now lacked a sense of serene to wash over you as her threat of denial wasn’t foreign to you anymore.

And what does one do when they find themselves needing more—when they’re lost in uncertainty, fear gnawing at the edges of their thoughts? Pray, of course.

Opening your mouth for stray honeyed pleas of "Please," easily softened her to devoted compliance. It was music to her ears, absolutely addicting. There was a certain cadence to your voice, trembling with need, with the kind of vulnerability that made her all the more ravenous, swirling her tongue around a spot that made you see stars.

It didn’t take long for you to come undone with a pornographic moan—blinding white bliss abruptly veiling you, your thighs quivering and breath held, every drop of your juices diligently lapped up by the woman still nestled in the midst of your legs.

Closing your eyes, the rise and fall of your chest was the sole thing keeping you grounded. And when it fell silent, no more Caitlyn caressing you merciful and gentle: porcelain cracked and glass shattered as in response to your comedown. Your stares locked, now wide open, both of you suspended in the stillness.

Caitlyn didn’t rush to move, her presence still coiling around you like a weight. Her fingertips brushed against your skin one last time, slow and deliberate, before she shifted, finally distancing herself. The warmth of her body, the comfort of her touch, seemed to vanish all at once, leaving a cold void in its wake. She sat up, taking her precious time, as though her every movement was meant to torment you. You couldn’t help but watch, unable to break the trance she’d mercilessly dragged you into. She didn’t look back at you immediately, but when she did, her eyes held something—a tenderness, yes, but also something unreadable. You couldn’t tell if she pitied you or if she simply treasured the downright control she had over you.

“It’s late, isn’t it?” she said, a casual observation that somehow felt like a statement heavier than whatever was anchoring your states of mind. She tilted her head, her gaze now piercing, but there was no harshness there, just that sharp, calculating precision you had come to recognize. “You should sleep. You really should.”

But you couldn’t just let her leave like that, couldn’t let her slip away when the air between you still crackled with the remnants of everything that had just passed. You opened your mouth, ready to say something—anything—to pull her back. Maybe beg her to stay a little longer, maybe ask her why she was so calm, so composed when every part of you felt exposed and desperate.

But before you could speak, she was there, leaning over you once more, her presence surrounding you like a blizzard unforgiving, frigid and bitter. Tilting your face up to meet hers, her eyes locked onto yours with a force magnetic that made it impossible to look elsewhere.

“Don’t,” she whispered, her voice hushed, silencing. Sour and acrid was the tone that reprimanded—shut you up like one would a child. There was no room for argument, no room for anything but what she allowed.

Her lips pressed against yours with an intensity that stole the breath from your airways, quieting the words that had formed on your tongue, now buried and dead. It was a kiss that took, that owned, that coerced you to forget everything else. You melted into it, no resistance left, just the feeling of her mouth against yours, a reminder of the untainted power she held over you. Her lips were plush, but the kiss was anything but. It was an imprint, a claim, and before you could even process the heat of it, she was pulling away, leaving you gasping with a faint, satisfied smile dancing at the corner of her lips.

“You know where I am if you need me,” she said, her voice drifting like a whisper through corners secluded, a promise without a guarantee.

And just like that, she stood. The couch shifted slightly as she moved, her body vanishing from your sight as she made her way to the door. You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. All you could do was watch her, feeling the sorrow of her absence the moment she stepped away.

With one last lingering glance, Caitlyn reached for the door, grazing the handle. She paused, as though considering something, and then her voice broke the quiescence once more.

“Rest,” she said softly, her words like velour—slipping through the air discreetly. “You’ve earned it.”

She was gone.

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