#digging the palette on this one
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fallofasparrowiv · 1 year ago
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Part 2!
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capnhanbers · 9 months ago
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you're a bitter kind
i love you so
(from chapter 141, more words under cut)
I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG...i've been lost in the gamer zone, but also this has been one of the absolute hardest chapters to write so far, because i took a difficult structure (dives) and made it even more difficult by combining it with action!!! it took a lot of thought and tweaking to make it work, from a technical and conceptual standpoint.
the only constant throughout it all has been that song. Tenenbaum by the paper kites. it's one of the oldest "kiddo" songs and it completely drove me through this chapter and this art. call them radiant, call them mother's eyes...... don my clothing robes of ancient white..... like this is the song they share with az, just like Nothing Arrived by the Villagers is the song they share with frisk.
i hope it comes together for you readers like it SOMEHOW, IMPOSSIBLY, came together for me!!! these scenes were years in the making!!!
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lamina-tsrif · 2 years ago
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looking at you with begging little eyes for gear 5 in #4
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WHERE YO HEAD AT?!
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pigswithwings · 3 months ago
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dinner is not over!
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idontmindifuforgetme · 7 months ago
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About to deep clean & rearrange my bookcase …… I am about to be a girl reborn
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thats-a-lot-of-cortisol · 9 months ago
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page 1/3
I had thought of this as the finished version but I'm on a lineart kick so I might clean it up more and keep this as a colored sketch. See if I can capture the Vibe™ and get lines I actually like lol
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featheredomen · 2 years ago
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The Evil Within Chapter 8: A Planted Seed Will Grow
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pixelatedraindrops · 7 months ago
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Nurse Pixel: I'm going to examine you!
Kazin: ...Eh!?
Usually if friends of mine are not feeling well or are sick I send them my best wishes and they get better in the next few days. (or they tell me their symptoms and I get inspired by it somehow lol)
But with Kazin, I found out she's had bloating and stomachaches for almost a year multiple times a month and hasn’t gotten any better. She didn't seem to know what was wrong with her.
So I did a full examination. (aka asking questions and taking a guess from my knowledge)
My final diagnosis: She has IBS-C
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...and yet she probably still won't resist the urges to fill herself with caffeine and junkfood... xD
(your funeral bestie haha i tried)
but yeah I doodled our lil’ sonas for funsies
I gave hers a coffee color scheme ☕
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howtodigatrench · 2 years ago
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I / II / III / IV / V / bonus
here’s the bonus materials from my 31 day etrian odyssey origins countdown ! i always intended to do a ‘map’ palette for the last day, and the rest of the palettes are based on my 1000 (-160) paper cranes from feb 2020, which were, of course, based on the mainline stratums. we’ve come full circle, folks.
if you would like to use the palettes for anything (ex. an ask game), feel free! i would love be tagged/notified so i can see it, especially if its eo related : )
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byanyan · 1 year ago
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took a page out of moon's book and started playing around with the idea of illustrated icons but i am Unsure
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aceofvernons · 2 years ago
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stole this from @donghyuckkies and decided to find out my astrological color palette <3 tagging anyone who wants to do this <3
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elericelery · 5 months ago
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Girls who are wizards and they like the color purple
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sobbingscripter · 13 days ago
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Tags: [mlw][mdni][fingering][passionate][ex!fwb][quiet reader][slight breeding kink][light choking][hair pulling][quiet sex][no nudity][nipple play][nipple sucking][promise of pregnancy][low-key right person; wrong time][not proofread because my beta reader's asleep]
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"I have a fucking kid and you didn't think to tell me?!"
Dick's voice is low, frustration bleeding into his words and his fingertips dig into his palms, blunt nails leaving crescent indentations in the flesh as he stares down at you.
The worst part is, you look so fucking nonchalant about it too.
Sitting crossed legged on the couch, a mug of steaming hot chocolate cradled in your hands and a plate of cookies resting on the surface of the coffee table. The TV plays one of the older episodes of Keeping Up With The Kardashians, and God, the sight of you so relaxed while watching trashy TV makes Dick falter in his anger.
"How do you know he's yours or even mine?"
You speak, your voice soft and gentle, despite the way your eyes burn with annoyance at the fact that Dick's just.... Standing there, in your space, his suit clinging to him like a second skin in the way it always has.
Dick leans forward, his breath fanning across the surface of your face and he gives you the opportunity to see the stormy rage that swirls in brilliant blue irises, darkened by the sense of betrayal at the fact that you've kept his son from him for so long.
"Because he looks like me. He looks fucking just. Like. Me." Dick grits the words out like they're liquid sulphur, burning his throat on the way out.
Before he lets out a breath, dropping onto the seat beside you and he cards a gloved hand through his hair.
"And he told me I look.... Romani. And proceeded to call me a 'gypsy bastard'."
Your apartment looks different from when he was here last.
Warm, pale blue walls, a dark leather sofa and a bigger TV mounted on the wall. Fuzzy blue throw pillows and the bowl of fruity gummies on the coffee table is a fun new addition, just like the drawings that line the walls of the living room, and clutter on top of the fridge.
On each drawing, Dick can make out the scribbled out 'Mommy And Me', usually in a colour that has no match in the palette and he can't deny the heaviness in his heart when he reads that.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Dick speaks softly, hands moving to carefully remove the mask from his face, tossing it onto the coffee table and he grabs one of the throw pillows, resting it on his face.
You can practically smell his emotions.
Confused, hurt, betrayed. Frustration's a big one though, and you purse your lips.
"I didn't wanna have the 'is it mine' conversation."
You speak so softly, so sweetly and it reminds Dick of how much motherhood's softened you. It reminds him of the way that you'd have pushed him out the window for showing up unannounced, but instead, you're letting him sit on your couch, and you talk.
Not argue.
You just... Talk.
"I'd know he was mine." Dick murmurs. "We were... Exclusive."
The way Dick says it makes you feel like it was more than just occasional hookups, more than the odd movie date that ended with your ankles touching your ears.
The silence between you is comfortable.
The soft pitter-patter of raindrops dropping against your aluminium window, pot plants on the terrace watered so gently and the TV continues to play, although at a much softer pace.
Dick lowers the pillow, looking at you with big, almost teary blue eyes. Eyes framed by long, inky lashes, full brows and striking hues that make you feel like your breath is dying in your throat with every passing second.
"He's beautiful."
Dick's voice is soft.
"A little bit of an asshole, but he's beautiful."
Before you can answer, before you can even fathom properly what Dick's saying, you hear the crack of a door and the shuffle of tiny feet as Riot stumbles into the living room, fists balled and rubbing at his eyes.
"Mommy, my eye." He sniffles, continuing to scratch at his eye before you let out a quiet hum, your hands hooking underneath the little boy's armpits before you tug him onto your lap.
And you open his eye, the sclera just a bit red and you hum softly.
"Dickie, can you put on the light, please?"
Dick doesn't question the nickname, because it makes his heart swell in a way that has him internally screeching, even as he reaches for the overhead lamp and switches it on.
And your lips purse as you blow on Riot's eye, watching the way his lashes flutter and his eyelid twitches before a teary droplet plops down his cheek.
And you wipe it away, feeling the distinct strand of cat fur against the pad of your thumb.
"We don't even own a cat." You mumble, before using your index knuckle to wipe the watery eye.
"All better?" You muse softly and Riot nods his head, before glancing at Dick with sleepy eyes, lashes fluttering even as he clambers across your lap, and into Dick's.
And his tiny arms wrap around as much of Dick's midsection as he can, his chubby and rosy cheek pressed against Dick's chest.
And the man's expression crumples.
Brows twitch and eyes begin to sting as one of his long fingered hands move to rest on Riot's back, feeling the soft fabric of his pajamas through the glove. And Riot lets out a content sigh.
"Deadbeat gypsy." The words are muffled, but they're audible enough for Dick's lips to part in shock, brows raising before letting out a bark of laughter.
Before he glances at you.
"He's just like you." Dick murmurs, before watching as Riot climbs from his lap, and heading back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
There's a still silence in the air, only filled by the sound of Kim's voice and rain droplets crashing down outside before Dick clears his throat.
"My— uh...— my patrol ended early." He murmurs softly.
"Do you wanna watch a movie?"
The way you're slot under Dick's bicep, your head against his chest and your legs tossed across his lap makes him feel 4 seconds away from crashing out. Because God, you're so warm and so much softer.
Dick stares unabashedly at the way your plush thighs brush against his when you shift to make yourself comfortable, he feels the way heavier breasts push against his side as you snuggle closer, before ultimately decided to pull the quilt over the both of you.
Your eyes remain glued to the TV, occasionally letting out snorts of laughter as you watch Grown Ups for what you could guess would be the 60th time on your lifetime.
But you can feel Dick's eyes.
Following the curve of your face, watching the way your lashes fan out and watching the way breaths leave your soft, glossy lips. And before Dick can even fathom it, his arm behind you is shifting, hand moving to wrap around your neck, long fingers stretching effortlessly and he brushes his thumb along your pulse, the action causing your head to tilt up and you meet his gaze.
And Dick's lips are pressed against yours, his fingers twitching against your neck before leaving the column of your throat, instead, shifting until you're resting back against the sofa.
You can't refuse. Well shit, you don't want to refuse.
Dick's kissing you like he's dying tomorrow. Lips pressed against yours, his hips nestled between your thighs and his arm moving to support his weight, elbow braced on the armrest above your head, and his other hand cradling your face.
His thumb strokes along the soft skin of your cheek, his hips pushed against yours and his tongue brushing along yours, but his movements stutter when your thighs wrap around his waist, arms around his neck and bringing him down to deepen the kiss.
Dick swears he sees heaven when your fingers card through his hair in that way.
Starting right at the nape of his neck, before dragging those manicured nails, up up up, before they disappear beneath silky raven strands and he sighs into the kiss, before pulling away.
Dilated pupils, and heavy breaths are exchanged between the two of you, and Dick swallows hard.
"Is he a heavy sleeper?" Dick whispers softly, gaze darting towards the bedroom he saw Riot disappear into and you nod your head.
"He is but you're pretty loud." You tease softly and Dick pushes his hips into yours, his bulge prominent beneath his suit and you can feel the way his tip brushes against your clit, even through the layers of fabric between you.
Dick always could find it in record time.
"Fair point." Dick whispers softly, a breathy laugh slipping past his lips, just a bit reddened from the intense kiss and he speaks again.
"But you never were loud."
Two digits bully their way into your cunt, your shorts and panties tugged to the side and Dick's lips are pressed against yours, muffling any sound you could even think of letting escape from your lips.
His tongue is buried in your mouth, thumb rubbing sloppy circles against your throbbing clit and your nails dig into Dick's biceps when he prods at a particularly sensitive spot. Your lashes flutter, and you take a shaky breath when Dick's fingers curl, his glove abandoned on the surface of the coffee table, and Dick pulls away from you, a thin, glossy string of saliva between the two of you before it ultimately breaks.
Landing across your chin and he giggles.
The man fucking giggles, as he uses his free hand to wipe away the mess, before ultimately moving your hair out of your face, staring down at you with pretty, big eyes that look at you so adoringly.
"You're so pretty." Dick murmurs softly, pressing a peck to your lips as he stares at you.
And fuck, you are.
Pretty eyes fanned by long lashes, perfect eyebrows and rosy cheeks, wet and parted lips (both pairs), and a few strands of hair clings to the thin sweat on your forehead and Dick sighs softly.
You're perfectly spread out too.
Hands gripping at him like you're scared he'll disappear, thighs spread messily and your panties and shorts tugged aside. Gummy walls thrum around his digits, pulsing at the intrusion and all he does is he continues to tease your clit, the rough pad of his thumb circling the sensitive and swollen nub as he continues to look at you with those heart eyes.
"Can I take you out tomorrow?" Dick's question is unexpected but he can't lie and say he hasn't been thinking about it since he saw you.
Plush, squishy, and so soft.
And he'd do anything to see you pregnant.
To watch you move around in oversized shirts, a belly swollen and heavy breasts that he could tease because they're just so sensitive and pretty.
And God, he can't even imagine the way your perfect, plump pussy would look, nestled between even rounder thighs, clit completely hidden until he uses his thumbs to spread the lips.
Dick swallows.
Hard.
And he doesn't even notice that his fingers begin to move, curling and prodding, nudging at that little fleshy spot that has your toes curling in your mismatched socks and your nails dig into his forearms.
And Dick remembers just what a sight you are when you come.
Brows pinching into the cutest little frown, lips forming a little 'o' and that gasp that leaves you has him leaking in his suit and he's so glad it's dark.
"That's it, princess, come on my fingers." Dick coos softly. "Use my fingers to make your pretty pussy feel good."
Your eyes roll back, you hide your face in your shoulder and your body freezes, the only movement being the rhythmic spasm of your cunt around his fingers.
His stupidly long, incessant fingers that keep dragging out your orgasm even as you nod your head, a silent answer to his prior question.
And Dick gleams, dimples in his cheeks and brilliant blue eyes lighting up in a way that can only be described as cosmic.
Blue eyes flecked with silvery stars and the gleam of the moon, dilated pupils and pretty lashes and Dick nods.
"Okay." He breathes out. "We're gonna go to the museum, okay? He's a little artist so I think he'd like looking at the paintings?"
You nod meekly, chest still heaving even when you watch as Dick licks his fingers, cleaning them up like he's just licking syrup from his fingers. His long tongue swivels around his digits before he carefully tugs up the fabric of your T-shirt, exposing your torso to the cold air.
Perfect tits, dotted with pebbled nipples and Dick swallows.
He never thought he'd be someone to have a kid out of wedlock but fuck, is he happy to be your baby daddy.
"Come on, princess." Dick hums sweetly. "Let me worship those pretty fucking tits before I leave."
Dick leans down, breath fanning across your chest before his tongue drags along one of your sensitive nipples, and he watches the way your face screws up, biting your bottom lip to stifle any sounds.
And you look at Dick from beneath your lashes, bleary eyes and rosy lips and he groans low.
A rumble in his chest that has your needy pussy pushing out a trickle of slick.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll get you pregnant again." His lips latch onto the sensitive nub, his free hand moving to palm your other breast, thumb brushing over your nipple.
"Fuck that, I'll get you pregnant anyway."
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laeska · 1 year ago
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AMALINA (mini-set) | female hair (in several versions) + a flower accessory
already gave up on this one some time ago but now i dig it!
Hair:
Maxis palette (24 swatches)
BGC
hat compatible* (hat chops are without the ponytail)
polycount: 15k/14k/10k
two versions: with extra strands (V1) & with fewer strands (V2) + a version without the strands
P.S. you can find the hairline used in the preview here (V8)
Flower accessory:
10 random swatches
BGC
polycount: 2k
found in hats
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ALT (SFS)
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the content i make is always free for everyone, but please consider supporting me on patreon or on ko-fi, if you like what i make 🤸‍♀️ it means a lot and helps a lot 🤍
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jaylaxies · 1 year ago
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TIDES AND TEMPTATION
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PAIRING: siren!sunghoon x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, fluff, angst, mentions of kidnapping, pirates, war, blood, sirens and mer-people, mentions of nicknames, cunnilingus, breeding, unprotected sex, underwater kingdom.
WC: 5.2k words
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: happiest birthday to my love @celeste-hoon this one’s for youu <3 also hihi, angels! we’ve finally reached the last fic for this year’s kinktober! i hope you guys will like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
✎ kinktober masterlist
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The sound of waves crashing against one another, the sudden buzz of urgent chatter and running, and the burn of ropes digging into the flesh of your wrists woke you up from your uncomfortable slumber of unconsciousness. 
It was bright, albeit the lack of sunlight as the clouds covered the sky. You blinked once, and twice before realizing exactly where you were, your mind reeling back to what had happened over the past one day—or more. You weren’t aware of how long you had been knocked out for. 
You remember going out with your friends at the sea shore, your peace interrupted by the sudden screams, the pain following soon after you saw the group of pirates trying to capture everyone in the vicinity, you weren’t an exception. 
Your cries were ignored. Fighting back was of no use as they easily took control, using the rope to tie you up as they carried you into the massive blue coloured ship, your body too tired to keep up, falling limp till you reached here. 
You were on the deck, tied up with a lot more people who were just as panicked if not more, yet you couldn’t spot any of your friends. The pirates were in a rush, their swords out and a sweet melody lingering in the air despite the bloodshed filled atmosphere. 
You cried out, not sure as to who the pirates were fighting, but it seemed as if everyone was suddenly in a trance, which kept on breaking and emerging again as they attacked the other force. 
Suddenly, a guy rushed to where you were tied up, cutting your ropes and pulling you up as you struggled against his grip, tears flowing down your cheeks with the chaos around you, no energy left in you. 
The ship wasn’t in control anymore, the waves overpowered the balance, the sweet melody in the background loud enough to put you in a trance, your eyes shifting from the blue of the water to the sea cave which shone bright, embedded with the prettiest set of stones you had ever seen, along with the creatures you didn’t know existed till date. 
You weren’t sure what you felt as the ship flipped completely, the screams muffled as you came in contact with the water, your eyes closing as you failed to try to swim, the coldness of water making it harder. 
However, you were pulled to the side by someone, your eyes barely open to take in the sight of what looked like a tail, its scales mixed with a palette of blues, dark greens, slightest shades of purple and pink merging together to form a luminescent look. 
Your eyes closed shut yet again, and the creature took you deep inside the siren caverns, helping you up on the flat surface of the emerald rock, looking at you with dark, curious eyes. 
You were far from the water where the bloodshed had taken place, the pirate crew along with the prisoners long gone, devoured by the mer-people, who once looked like the prettiest entities on earth, now seemed to be no less than demons with their claws out, sharp canines on display as they munched on their new food source. 
But not the siren who was with you. 
He looked ethereal with the white glow around which illuminated his figure, one strand of his dark hair braided intricately, tiny flowers adorning them as he looked down at your unconscious figure with a slight tilt of his head, holding himself up on the rock, letting his tail rest in the water. 
Your wet dress was now clinging to your body, beads of sand on your skin and your breathing uneven, eyes threatening to open again with distress. 
He didn’t move when you opened your eyes, which were full of hurt and exhaustion, you couldn’t scream in fear. Instead, you found yourself staring back at him just as curiously, taking in the pretty moles scattered all over his body, his soft glistening pink lips with fangs peeking out and resting on them. You took notice of the dainty jewelry he had adorned, from his necklace to his ear cuffs, from his arm cuff which barely contained his muscles to the gold chain he had around his slender waist, you observed it all. 
He was the prettiest creature you had ever come across. 
He wondered why he was so fascinated when he was supposed to hate your kind, the kind which destroyed his kingdom. 
But not you. You looked lost, scared, as if the humans didn’t show mercy to their own kinds too, he was intrigued, his heart beating faster taking in the soft glow the carven stones reflected upon you. 
“Let me go,” your voice came out breathless, body shaking with the cool air around you, caressing your soaked body. 
His expression didn’t change, however you could see a glimpse of amusement in his eyes at your plea. 
He took a hold of your chin, sensing your fear heightening with his move, “what’s your name?” He asked, voice smooth as if his siren tone was trying to comply you to answer him. 
Your voice came out in a whisper as you told him your name, which he repeated after you to get the pronunciation right and you suddenly felt as if your name was the prettiest thing you’d ever heard. 
The small moment was ruined the second other sirens came swimming into the cavern, hissing as they saw you but they stopped the second they noticed another siren with you. 
“Fuck! Let go of me,” you exasperated, not wanting to become food for the bloodthirsty creatures. 
His gaze was stoic all of a sudden as he addressed them, paying your words zero attention, no traces of kindness as his loud voice boomed in the area, “touch her and you die,” he warned everyone, the fear evident in their eyes as they bowed down, swimming back into the depths of the ocean. 
“How?” You breathed out, and he turned to look your way again, cupping your cheek, sudden warmth blooming in your body and you were torn, trying to decide if you wanted to hate him or not. 
“Open your mouth,” he orders, and you gulp, shaking your head despite knowing that you had nowhere to escape, but also slightly aware of the fact that you felt a pull towards this siren, and it scared you even further. “Don’t be difficult,” he warned. 
Slowly, you parted your mouth, observing his next move. He was quick to snap open his heart shaped pendant, taking a white pearl out and placing it on your tongue, the taste buds already delighted at the sweetness the pearl harboured. 
“Eat it, it’ll help you breathe in the water,” he said, eyes so dark yet shiny. 
“No! What? No, I can’t go in there—” you looked horrified at the idea. 
He simply looked at you, “you have nowhere else to go. So, it’s either you follow me, or you become food for the others,” he said, referring to the sirens which you had encountered a few minutes back. 
He left you no choice, his gaze sharp as he waited for your answer. With a gulp, you nodded, choosing to follow him as he saved your life, finally intaking the pearl, watching him nod with the slightest upliftment of his lip. 
“Come,” he extended his hand for you to take. 
“Wait,” you stopped him, “what’s your name?” 
“Sunghoon,” he spoke, voice rich as he finally held on to your hand, intertwining your fingers, “and you belong to me now.”
He didn’t give you a chance to react pulling you with him. Panic seeped through you, which was soon replaced by shock as you could easily breathe under the water, as said by Sunghoon, who held on to you tighter, taking you deep inside the water. 
You were mesmerized by the schools of fishes around you, coral reefs of all colours decorating the sea. Nothing felt real to you anymore. It was too surreal to be real, especially the siren next to you, who had his eyes set on you. 
You didn’t know what was to come. 
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If someone told you you’d be visiting a royal palace deep inside the sea then you would have laughed in their face. 
However, now that you had actually reached such a place, trying to hold in your panic, you weren’t sure how to react, granted that you had pinched yourself a few times to wake up in case it was a dream. 
Which wasn’t the case sadly. 
The shock was clear on your face when the tailed guards with tridents bowed down looking at Sunghoon. The place was epitome of beauty, decorated with underwater planktons and shells, the merfolks eyed you with curiosity, to which you held on to Sunghoon’s arm tighter. 
“Why are we here? Don’t tell me you’re a prince,” you said, still wondering how you got to breathe under the water, also staring at the big shell covered with foam, a few mermaids sitting there, whispering amongst themselves but it was clear that you were the topic of their gossip. 
Sunghoon didn’t answer your question, taking you into a big chamber which seemed to be his room, and you stilled, thinking that maybe he did belong to the royal family. 
“Jake, come here,” Sunghoon called out, revealing a siren with an elegant, green coloured tail. 
He bowed down the second he was summoned in front of Sunghoon, “yes, your majesty?” 
“Set up a chamber with no water. It should have the atmosphere similar to that of the land. Also arrange human clothing as per the size of my princess,” he ordered, eyes flickering towards you when he spoke the last part and Jake bowed down, leaving you both alone. 
“Y—you’re actually a prince? Oh god, I can’t be staying here—and what do you mean princess?” You rambled, losing your mind, your eyes comically wide at this statement. 
It must be a joke, it has to be a joke. 
“Shh,” he came closer, trapping you against the wall, “I told you, you belong to me now, princess,” he spoke up in his ever so silky voice, his eyes glowing. 
“But—” 
“Oh, princess,” he cupped your cheek, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek, “you’re cute if you think you have a choice, there’s no way to go back now, the ship is destroyed.” His voice came out deeper than you had expected, lips brushing against your ear, causing goosebumps to arise on your skin. 
“You know this is kidnapping, right?” You tried to argue. 
“Not when you want to be here,” he retorted, looking back at you, his pointy nose caressing yours, “you can fight all you want, princess. It won’t change the fact that your heart beats fast whenever I come close to you,” he says, pulling back with a smirk and swimming away, leaving you all alone in his chamber. 
You couldn’t move, as if he saw right through you when he mentioned your heartbeat, because no matter how hard you tried, even you couldn’t convince yourself that you weren’t a flustered mess around him. 
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You didn’t know how they managed to set up a chamber without the water but somehow it happened, and in record time too, which had you sighing with pleasure when your feet finally landed on the floor. 
Meanwhile, you were conflicted again, not sure if you’d be okay alone in a room, but at the same time you didn’t wish to sleep with Sunghoon (read: you feared you’d lose control around him) but the thought didn’t bother you for long as you sat down on the big foamy bed they had arranged for you, along with myriads of clothes in all colours and patterns, majority of them consisting of silky dresses, the fabric more watery than water itself. 
You half expected Sunghoon to visit you before sleeping, which didn’t happen and you couldn’t deny that it disappointed you, granted you knew no one but him. 
Your feelings were all over the place, nothing felt real but you weren’t sure if the reality of being on land would be any better than the comfort you’re seeking being under the water, away from the danger as you remembered that you indeed have someone who’s willing to save you. 
Yet you can’t help but want to fight him for being so unnecessarily cocky, then again, he was a prince, and a siren prince at that, you couldn’t blame him for the way he was. 
Sleep came easily, especially when you were in the comfort of the foamy bed they had arranged for you while you were clad in the silkiest night slip you found in the grand closet, which again was arranged for you in record time. 
You weren’t sure how long you slept, but your body needed the rest, and by the time you woke up, all your little wounds and bruises were gone from the fight yesterday, not to mention how you were surrounded by a bunch of curious mermaids who were sent to take care of you, their tails had turned into legs as they entered your room. 
“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” you spoke awkwardly, glad that they weren’t being rude to you, but they were curious about you. 
“Does his highness talk to you?”
“How did you guys meet?”
“Prince Sunghoon never brings anyone back to the palace, you must be really special to him.”
All three spoke up, making your eyes go wide, “he doesn’t?” You ask and they shake their heads to confirm the statement. 
You feel your cheeks beating up, trying to look elsewhere to calm down. The mermaids were nice, taking you to the royal bath first, also fetching you some human food, surprisingly the most scrumptious one you had ever consumed. 
However, they were quick to leave the second Sunghoon arrived at your chamber, his tail too getting converted into long legs, his torso on display but his legs covered with a blue-green silky cloth wrapped around his waist, being the same colour as his tail. 
“Slept well, princess?” He asked, approaching where you sat down on your bed. 
“Don’t call me that, I won’t ever be your princess,” you breathed out. 
“Feisty one, aren’t you?” He clicked his tongue, face indifferent as if he was expecting this exact reaction. 
He came closer, observing your face where the scratch wound had been previously, he smelled like fresh ocean breeze, the kind that makes you feel alive even on the dullest of your days, and you couldn’t help but clear your throat and look away. 
“How do you have legs now?” You asked, deviating your attention, but he continued staring at your face, “don’t you have princely duties to take care of?” You asked, trying to get him to talk, but again, he continued to stare at you, his head tilting slightly as you gulped, not looking into his eyes. 
“Taking care of my princess is a part of my duty,” he said as smooth as ever, leaving you speechless yet again. 
You didn’t notice the necklace he had in his slender fingers, made up of prettiest shades of little shells. It was delicate, almost magical with how sparkling it looked to the eyes, “got them made from the rarest shells of the kingdom,” he spoke up, inching closer to help you wear it. 
His touch was cold, juxtaposing the trail of warmth he left he left behind as he clasped it behind your neck, your eyelids fluttering close at the proximity, a shiver running down your spine as he whispered into your ear, “I found the necklace pretty, but you made it look prettier.”
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It was impossible for you to stop thinking about Sunghoon it seemed, even more so when you had the prettiest necklace resting on your clavicle. It was as if the water around you had some sort of magic which made your mind drift back to the certain dark haired prince over and over again. 
Maybe it was because you were in his kingdom, or maybe because he was a siren, the creature famous for its manipulative skills. Yet you knew he wasn’t using his siren voice or anything related to that when he talked to you. 
Shaking your head, you focused on exploring the palace with your three new friends, the mermaids you had met earlier in the morning. The word pretty would not be enough to describe your surroundings as you observed the tiny pink seahorses moving around in a line at the back gardens of the palace. 
“I see how envious everyone is, their stares could actually kill,” one of the mermaids spoke up. 
“Why don’t you guys hate me?” You grimaced while asking. 
“Because the prince has his eyes set on you and you only—also, we are his cousins so we don’t really like the whole idea of incest,” they explained with soft smiles. 
“Oh—” you said out loud before they nudged you to look at the person who was already present in your chamber, none other than your prince. 
A sudden wave of giddiness travelled down your body, leaving just as quick when you mentally reminded yourself to not fall for his antics. He was a siren chasing a human girl after all. 
“Prince Sunghoon. What do I owe this pleasure for?” You ask, standing in front of his taller frame as your friends leave you in privacy, closing the door behind them as they leave. 
He stood with his back facing you, and that was a dangerous sight already with his muscles flexing at every little movement of his. 
To prevent this from happening (read: your mind going mush at the sight of him), you moved swiftly and situated yourself in the comfort of your big bed, his eyes observing you carefully, just like always and the action was enough for the corner of his lips to lift up ever so slightly. 
“Prince and Princess should sleep together, don’t you think so, pretty?” He asked in his velvety tone. 
Each time you try to step back to calm yourself, Sunghoon comes up saying something bizarre, leaving you more disoriented than before. 
“W—what are you talking about? We’re not even married yet—”
“Yet. Well, I’m glad to see you being enthusiastic about it,” he mused, harbouring a lopsided grin as he neared you. 
Your mouth was open as you tried to display just how against you were of the idea, “I’m not marrying you,” you confirmed. 
He rolled his eyes, wrapping his fingers around your ankle, pulling you closer effortlessly, enough for your face to be inches away from him, your legs dangling on either side of him as he stood in between your legs. 
“Cute,” he chuckled, taking the authority with less to no effort, his sharp fangs on display as he grabs your neck in a swift moment, the action has you seeing stars even with the lack of pressure on his hold, other hand caressing your bottom lip with his thumb, brushing the same spot over and over again. 
“Sunghoon—”
“Y’know what, princess? You remind me of this little creature I came across when I visited your land. She was just like you—hissing and scratching till I got down on my knees and gave her gentle caresses on her back,” he told the story, making you freeze on spot, his voice captivating, “such a sweet kitten she was. You’re the same, so violent despite being a cute little kitten, all you need is a gentle caress—” he caressed your cheek to make a point, “to have you mewling like a kitten.”
You couldn’t stop the little whimper escaping your lips the second he said so, proving his point even further as your cheeks burned with embarrassment? Proximity? His fingers around your neck? Or the way he made you mewl exactly like a cat? You couldn’t decide. 
“Sweet dreams, princess.” He smirked, leaving you alone for the night, speechless as ever. 
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You couldn’t, for the life of you, face Sunghoon after the little stunt he pulled last night and you did everything in your power to avoid him the following day, which he found amusing as he watched you swimming away from a distance, using your pretty legs in the middle of other sirens, the necklace still wrapped around your pretty neck. 
Others complained how he didn’t smile much to none, which changed when he found himself smiling with his dimples on display at the sight of his cousin mermaids giving you various sea flowers, tucking them behind your ear, which made them glow. The bioluminescence felt like magic to you as they glowed when you smiled, moving around and discovering the secrets these deep waters held, your eyes meeting Sunghoon’s for a brief second when you realized he’s watching from the balcony of his chambers. Your breath hitched, the sight of his torso never failing to get you flustered as you averted your eyes to focus on something else—anything else. 
You couldn’t help but admit that you enjoyed this new life, and that you were grateful to be alive, to be saved by a certain siren who was in your mind twenty four seven, the circadian clock adjusting to your new ways of living. 
You watched yourself in the big reflecting surface which served to be the mirror in your room, your skin had a newfound glow and your body looked pretty clad in the blue dress which was lighter than the air, the fabric almost felt like silky fluid. 
The noise of shuffling behind you caught your attention, and you simply assumed that it would be Sunghoon who had come to visit you again, which wasn’t the case as you turned around to see an ugly siren with its claws out, reaching out to you with the most gut wrenching scream it could muster. 
Your eyes widened, hands covering your ear to save your precious eardrums, crouching down to save yourself. 
Maybe you said it too early, maybe this life was just a little something god had given to you before trying to snatch everything away from you, including your life. You waited for the attack, you waited for the trident to pierce your body.
Yet the attack never came. 
With your body shaking, you dared to open your eyes, only to find Sunghoon with his eyes pitch black as he held on to the other siren by its neck. His grip was strong, the sound of bone crushing only made you look away in fear, “how dare you—” he spoke up, voice loud and shaking with anger,  “—try to hurt my princess?” He didn’t hold back anymore, slamming his head on the floor, blood splattering everywhere, a few drops landing on his face. 
Sunghoon didn’t wish to drag it long, especially when he knew that you were terrified, “clean it up,” he ordered Jake, who was quick to oblige his command. 
“Princess,” Sunghoon spoke up once you were alone in the chamber, his voice gentle as you looked up at him through tears, noticing that the siren was nowhere to be found, “he’s gone, he won’t be back,” Sunghoon told you. 
You stood up shaking, rushing into his arms. Sunghoon was quick to wrap his arms around your waist, the other hand resting on the back of your head, patting you gently to calm you down. 
“Hoon,” you whispered, “why did he come after me?” You asked, resting your head on his shoulder. 
“He wanted the crown, so—so he went after the person I cherished the most,” Sunghoon told you earnestly, trying not to kiss you the second you used the nickname. 
“Please don’t lie to me,” your voice came out as a whisper, lower lip jutting out in a pout. You couldn’t resist him anymore. 
He cradled your face, his fingertips soft against your skin, providing you with the warmth you had gotten so familiar with over the past few days, maybe it was the way he had protected you since the day he first laid his eyes on you, maybe it was how he never failed to express his emotions when it came to you, speaking whatever came to his mind, maybe it was how his eyes were full of love and a promise of something more. 
That’s what made you want to kiss the prettiest creature you had ever met. 
His touch was light as the feather, which allowed you to move swiftly as you got on your tippy toes, placing your soft lips against his rosy ones in a quick kiss. 
Your heart was beating out of your chest, the tenderness lingering behind on your lips, but that wasn’t enough for him. He bit his lower lip, pulling you closer by the waist, his body pressing against yours as he pulled you into a feverish kiss, the kind that leaves you breathless, his lips slotting against yours in a perfect manner, as if puzzle pieces put together. 
“Tell me to stop,” he breathed out the second he separated from the kiss. 
“Why? Don’t you want your princess now—” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before he was picking you up with ease, lips on your again, his muscles flexing as he carried you to the bed, getting on top of you, giving you a second to breathe. 
It was the way he stared so deeply into your eyes, it had you melting in his arms, “want you,” you admitted, “so much.”
His smile was wide, mesmerizing you to the point you had to lean on your elbow, kissing his dimpled cheek before trailing kisses down his jaw. The peck on his Adam's apple however, was enough to drive him over the edge. 
You looked so pretty like this, lips glossy and eyes begging to have more of him, all of him. It was like a tune playing in the background when he dipped down to trail kisses all over your clavicle, sucking love marks all over your previously untouched skin, his fangs digging into your flesh slightly, providing you with the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, your back arching as he got rougher with his approach. 
His touch was electrifying as he grabbed the curve of your waist, “you’re my human, all mine,” he mumbled against your skin. If his voice was alluring for you then every inch of you was alluring for him. 
Your dress was easy to remove, soon thrown on the ground, exposing your body to Sunghoon, who swears he’d worship you each day. You squeeze his bicep, holding on to him tight, his finesse showing as he takes your tits in his mouth, squeezing the other one when you moaned, no room in between you for any air to pass through. 
He continued kissing lower and lower, covering the expanse of your body in a silent prayer. He was claiming you his. 
Lifting your legs on his shoulder, he continued peppering kisses all over your lower abdomen, your fingers tugging on his silky roots to get a grip, pretty whines leaving your lips, telling him to stop teasing. 
He couldn’t ever deny you, now sucking on your clit, tongue tasting every drop of your arousal, prodding your entrance. The brush of his nose on your clit had you shivering with need, “Hoonie,” you whispered, eyes closing at the unadulterated bliss he provided you with. 
He fucked his tongue into your hole, desperate to have your taste all over him, the rings on his fingers juxtaposing the warmth of your body as he held your thighs open, his shoulders providing to be sturdy and strong for your legs. 
It was too much, your hands were sweaty, now gripping on the silky sheets as you stared at the watery ceiling, which reflected the lewd image back at you—Prince Sunghoon buried in your cunt, immersed in eating you out, wanting to have every inch of his princess. 
Your back arched into him, craving more of him as you felt your high approaching with the spasming of your pussy, your body not being able to handle more of his ministrations, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles, lewd noises all around the room as you finally orgasmed, telling him taste all of you. 
“Fuck, you’re my sweet nectar and I’m obsessed,” he muttered, coming up to push his tongue inside your mouth, the kiss deeper than ever as you tasted yourself on his tongue. 
You didn’t even notice when he unpinned his cloth from his waist, the delicate chain and ornaments decorating his perfectly sculpted body as you finally saw him—long, thick, and hard for you. Your mind blanked out, it wasn’t gonna fit, but you couldn’t help but whine for more. 
“Make me yours,” you whispered, and he pulled you impossibly closer, as if trying to meld his body with yours, your arousal had his lips glistening, his eyes turning dark again. 
“You’re so fucking mine,” he spoke in a deep breath, pumping his cock a few times, “all mine,” he pecked the corner of your mouth, chuckling as you chased for more. 
And he gave you exactly that, your eager holes taking him in slowly as he pushed himself inside your warm cunt, the walls clenching around, trying to adjust to his length and for a second you forgot that you were being fucked by a siren, his cock too perfect, too big for you. 
“Oh god,” you cried out as he pumped himself into you slowly, trying to fit himself into you by each thrust. You were so fucked out already, wanting to kiss Sunghoon every chance you got and you were afraid of how fast you developed feelings for your pretty siren. 
“That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl,” he praised as you took him in fully, his cock snugly fit inside you, your toes curling with the overwhelming sensation. He grabbed your hips, pistoning into you harder, faster, panting near your ear before keeping his forehead against yours in hopes of mapping out, learning and remembering every expression of yours. 
Oh you looked beautiful. 
The moonlight coming down from the mirror-like ceiling only casted a glow on you, making you seem even more magical than Sunghoon thought you are and you wanted this moment to last forever, his cock twitching and hitting the deepest spots in you, the spots that had your mind shutting off. 
“So—so close,” you whimpered, and he held on to you tighter. 
“Let go, princess. Come for me,” he said, kissing your tears of pleasure away as he too rushed to fuck you harder, making sure you felt every inch of him in your core, filling you up as you heard sweet melodies, as if you had reached heaven, you both coming undone together, holding each other with need. 
He kissed your temple, caressing your cheek before placing sweet kisses all over, telling you how well you did, before saying something that made you cry out of what you’d call love. 
“I used to sit on the rock staring at the moon, my mother told me I’d get my soulmate soon,” he said, looking at you softly, the look in his eyes was enough to confirm that you wanted to stay with him for life. 
“And now that I’ve found you, I’m never letting you go, princess.” 
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Mine || UNC!Alessia Russo x reader
Request | Masterlist
Warning smut 18+, strap on, fingering, cunnilingus
Summary Alessia gets jealous when the captain of the football team flirts with you at a party
The dorm room was lively, the beat of the music surrounding you.
Everyone had at least one red cup in their hands which was ultimately filled with some kind of alcohol.
The room was stuffy, the air hot.
Your body was sweaty and hot, but despite it all, the smile on your face was no where near close to disappearing.
“There you are!” You cheered, spotting your girlfriend on the sofa in the corner of the room.
As you approached, Alessia pulled you onto her lap, her arms wrapping securely around your waist.
“Hi baby.” You smiled, the English girl kissing lightly at your exposed shoulders - the straps of your dress having slightly slipped down your shoulders.
“Your dress is too short.” Alessia mumbled, her wandering hands moving down to your thighs.
“Lessi…” you whined
“My girl, you look so gorgeous in the dress but I want to be the only one to see your—”
“—alessia!” You exclaimed, hitting her chest as you took the last sip of whatever was in your cup. “Come, let’s dance!”
“Babe… I’ll stay here and watch you. You can give me a personal show.” She suggested with a smirk
“Alessia, please.”
“Pretty girl, you know I don’t dance.”
“Fine.”
With a scowl, you turned in the opposite direction, getting lost in the crowd of college students.
“What’s with the frown?” You heard a voice say, the voice low and masculine.
“What do you want, James?” You asked, rolling your eyes as he stepped closer.
“Isn’t this weird? Every single time I come to a party, you’re also here. And every single time, we end up bumping into each other. I’d say it’s fate.” He said, that smug smile on his face.
James was the captain of the football team and with you being the lead of the cheer team, he assumed that you were meant to be together.
“James, every time this happens I tell you the same thing. I love Alessia, not you. Just get over me will you! Just leave me alone.” You told him, raising your voice slightly.
“Come on, babe, don’t be like that.” He smirked, resting a hand on your hips which you immediately tried to push off.
“She said to leave her alone.”
“And what are you going to do about it, Russo?” James spat back, his face full of disgust as he set eyes on Alessia.
Alessia’s jaw tightened as her face turned red with anger.
In one smooth action, her fist swung, hitting James’ face.
“We’re going.” Alessia said, grabbing your hand before turning towards the door.
“What the fuck, Russo!” James shouted, holding his nose which was almost certainly broken - the tip of it pointing in a complete opposite direction.
“Good luck playing tomorrow.” You smirked, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to play.
“Fuck you, Y/N.”
“You wish.”
The way back to Alessia’s dorm was quiet, a lingering tension between the two of you.
“Less, I didn’t want him to talk to me. I tried to get him to go away.” You said, eventually breaking the silence as you walked through the door.
“I know, baby girl. I just wish he could understand that you’re mine. Not his. You belong to me.” Alessia whispered the last few words, her lips inching closer and closer until there were millimetres between you two.
“I’m yours, lessi.”
Alessia leaned in, connecting your lips ravenously.
The brute force of the kiss was enough to push you against the wall.
You moaned as Alessia’s tongue grazed your top palette.
Her hands sat strongly against your waist, her nails digging into the dress that clung to your body.
Your mind was everywhere.
The whole situation with James, Alessia’s lips trailing down to your neck, the grip she had on you.
Your head span as you tried to focus on one thing.
The taste of beer on Alessia’s tongue was evident, but the taste of jealousy of was more evident.
You knew she was acting like this because she got jealous.
Alessia’s lips attacked your neck with purpose, her teeth digging into your skin before her tongue soothed the sting.
“Lessi…”
“Shh baby girl, let me show you that you belong to me.”
Your head fell back against the wall at her words - them clearly having an effect on you.
She reached for the hem of your dress, her fingers pulling at the fabric before pulling it above your head.
Her lips reattached themselves to your body, this time even lower.
“Jump.” Alessia muttered, catching you effortlessly as your legs wrapped round her waist.
She carried you to her bed, placing you down before crawling on top.
“God, you look so perfect beneath me.” She breathed out whilst her hand undid your bra.
Her tongue licked over your nipple - which hardened at the contact.
“Fuck, lessi.” You moaned, grabbing at the back of her neck.
“So beautiful.” She whispered, her thumbs sliding under the waistband of your panties.
“Less… please.”
“Tell me what you want, gorgeous.”
“I want you to fuck me, I want your tongue.” You told her, a smirk appearing on her face as she kissed at your inner thighs.
Slowly, she slid your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room - not caring where they land.
“Spread your legs for me, baby.” She said, you instantly obliging and spreading your legs wide for her. “Good girl.”
You whined at the compliment, Alessia smirking as you did.
“Such a pretty pussy. All mine.”
“All yours, lessi.”
She groaned at your comment, her tongue flattening against your pussy, pulling a moan from your mouth.
“He doesn’t get you like I do. He doesn’t get to taste you, he doesn’t get to touch you.” She mumbled against your pussy, sending vibrations rattling across your body.
Her tongue got to work, flicking at your clit before sucking harshly at it.
You bucked your hips into her mouth, pleasure coursing through your body.
“Fuck lessi - oh god - you’re making me feel so good.” You said in between moans, gripping at her hair.
Her hands gripped your thighs to stop you from moving.
“Stay still, pretty girl.” She warned, her thumbs rubbing absentmindedly over your thighs.
Alessia added more pressure onto your clit.
She was desperate to watch you cum - Watch you cum and know that it was her that had made you cum.
“I’m so close, lessi.”
“I know, love.” She rasped out, bringing her fingers to your dripping hole.
Her middle finger pushed into your entrance with ease.
She moved her finger in and out with the same purpose as she’d started with.
Adding a second finger, she decided to start sucking on your clit again.
Soon enough, she found your sweet spot, continuously hitting it with brute strength.
“Oh my god - ‘m gonna cum lessi. Oh fuck, alessia.”
“Cum for me, baby. Cum on my fingers.” The desperation in her voice was just as evident as it was in yours.
Your jaw dropped as you screamed her name, her fingers still pumping in and out of you to get you through your orgasm.
“Oh my god.” You muttered, your chest heaving as you attempted to catch your breath. “That was—”
“—I’m not done with you yet. You’re gonna take my dick like a good girl.” Alessia told you, grabbing the strap front her bedside table.
You’d recently started exploring within the bedroom with toys - the strap being by far your favourite for the both of you.
With expertise, she put the harness upon herself, the silicone in between her legs.
You blushed when you saw the strap on her - there was something about it that you found so unexplainably hot.
“Remember what we spoke about?” Alessia questioned as you nodded, your voice too shaky to speak.
“Words, baby girl.”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Alessia started walking towards the bed again but instead walked towards her wardrobe.
“Put this on for me, love and get on your knees.” Alessia commanded, handing her football shirt to you.
Alessia loved seeing you in her clothes but even more her shirts with her name on your back.
You did as she said, her name now sat proudly on your back as you waited for her to fuck you into space.
“Fuck.” Alessia groaned, her hand now resting on your back whilst the other lined up the tip with your entrance.
You whined as she pushed the tip in, the stretch causing a light sting.
“A little bit more, gorgeous. Such a good girl taking my cock like this. You could never take anyone else’s dick, could you? Only mine.”
“Only yours, less.”
Your words triggered something in her mind and without a second thought she started pounding in and out you.
You grabbed at the duvet cover as she thrusted in and out.
You let out a cry when the strap hit that particular spot.
Your moans were muffled due to head being buried in the bed.
“You look so fucking perfect, baby girl. Being such a good girl for me.” Alessia praised, her hands gripping your hips as she pulled you back and forth onto her cock.
“Oh my god. Fuck — Less, please don’t stop, baby. You feel so fucking good. Please don’t stop.” You babbled as the strap repeatedly hit your sweet spot.
“I won’t, pretty girl.”
Alessia continued to pound into you, her hands now moving to massage your ass.
A loud smack was heard as a bright red male appeared on your ass and despite the pain, all you could think about was the pleasure.
“Less… I’m so fucking close. Please let me cum.”
“Tell me you’re mine and then you can cum.”
“I’m yours, lessi. I’m all yours.” You cried out as Alessia lifted her leg onto the bed, thrusting even harder into you.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum on my dick.”
You didn’t have to be told twice, your whole body shaking as you collapsed onto the bed.
Alessia rubbed your back as she guided you through your orgasm.
“Are you okay?” Alessia whispered in your ear as she leant down next to you.
“I’m perfect.” You smiled, pecking her lips. “I think you should get jealous more often.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, pretty girl?”
“I would.” You hummed in agreement, a tired smile across your face.
“Let’s get you showered and then we can cuddle, okay?”
“Shower with me?” You asked
“I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
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