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nouvxllev · 11 months ago

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the girl across your street || p2

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: You both greeted each other. You lifted your scarf down to reveal a huge grin on your face, complementing Jenna's own. "I was waiting for you." Jenna lowered her music, hearing your voice was more of a symphony than any other artist she listened to.

Words: 2.4k

Warnings: None

part 3 || masterlist

It was snowy. Too snowy for your liking, and definitely way too snowy for a Wednesday morning. Too damn early for a snowstorm to happen. Walking through the snow was a bit of a struggle, and you could barely keep your balance without tumbling altogether. But it was worth it, you say to yourself, if you got the chance to talk with Jenna again, enduring the freezing cold was a small price to pay for the chance to hear her voice.

Your hands were tucked so deep in your pockets that they might as well have become a part of your body. Layers of scarves covered your face, and your headphones doubled as earmuffs, topped with a beanie. You were dressed in a thousand sweaters and puffy jackets, and somehow, you're still so cold.

Music was, of course, blasting in your ears. But this time, instead of the usual songs with a mellow tune, it was gradually becoming happier, and you even threw in some Christmas tunes into the mix. Yes, it was cold, but it wasn't every day (even though it actually was) that you could inhale fresh air from your neighborhood without the scent of dog poop all around.

Turning around, you followed the route to Jenna's street, a path that could put the Wizard of Oz to shame. Dare you say, it was your happy place on earth, which, in all honesty, it was.

Stopping at that familiar sidewalk, you looked to your side and easily spotted possibly the most gorgeous being to ever walk this God-forsaken planet.

Jenna.

She was sitting on the bench, fully covered in snow from yesterday's storm. Even objects couldn't withstand the snowfall. With her knees curled up to her chest, she listened to music with closed eyes, and just like you, bundled up from head to toe with layers of puffy clothing. She almost looked like a penguin.

You attempted to run to her, almost falling because of the piled-up snow. Once you reached her spot, you had to take deep breaths and exhales.

Jenna looked up at you, having possibly already heard your footsteps coming closer to her, and her eyes seemingly lit up.

"Hi."

"Hey."

You both greeted each other. You lifted your scarf down to reveal a huge grin on your face, complementing Jenna's own.

"I was waiting for you." Jenna lowered her music, hearing your voice was more of a symphony than any other artist she listened to.

"You shouldn't have. It's freezing here!" You exclaimed, and you could even see your breath, and Jenna's, becoming a cold mist.

"Says the girl who walked in piles of snow to get here. Oh, what would your efforts be without me sitting on this bench?"

"Yeah… yeah, you're right." You stuttered, your lips becoming cold, and your nose turning red.

"Let's go inside before you get sent off to the North Pole to do Santa's bidding."

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Both of you were seated on Jenna's couch, surrounded by the warmth of the fireplace she had lit just for the two of you to be cozy. The scent of the applewood coming from the fireplace, combined with the overall aroma of Jenna's house—perhaps from the various candles you assumed her parents brought—created the perfect atmosphere. You swear to yourself that you were living in wonderland at this point.

In the quietness of her home, you could feel and hear your heartbeat. The crackle of the fireplace and the distant chirping of birds in the background made you forget that you were a human being. That is, until Jenna spoke.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" She turned to you, grinning, her voice husky. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and she still wore her beanie, with headphones comfortably resting on her neck.

You looked at her, blinking. "Out of all the questions, you ask me something super cliche?"

"Hey, it gets the conversation going." Her face contorted, mocking an offended expression before letting a smile creep out of her lips.

You glanced off for a moment, then nodded your head with a slight smile. "Guess it does." You adjusted yourself on the sofa, thinking of a favorite horror movie you'd rewatch anytime if any genre suddenly disappeared.

"I'll pick… I'll pick Scream." You turned to her, giving her a series of affirmative nods. In truth, you weren't a big fan of the horror genre, but you caught yourself watching it from time to time.

"Ooh, classic." Jenna's face lit up, clicking her tongue. "You got that because of the opening question I used?"

"Actually, yeah, kind of. It's just one movie off the top of my head, and hey, it is a classic. Who couldn't?"

"Points to you on that one," she said, starting to get up. She fetched the remote and a few DVDs from a drawer near the TV, which sat atop the fireplace.

"What about you? Your favorite scary movie," you questioned, your gaze following her every move.

"I'd say... 'Possession' by Andrzej Żuławski, 1981. You've got to appreciate the production quality on that one." She turned to you, showing you the DVD for that exact movie, then shuffled it.

"Blood, guts, gore?"

"Surprisingly only minimal blood, guts, and gore. It's this psychological horror movie that's so hauntingly beautiful, it's almost scary. I love a good film that gives you some kind of adrenaline rush." A radiant glow emanated from her as she talked about her favorite movie and described it.

Your gaze was fixated on her, as if she should be the last thing you'll see before meeting your demise.

"So are we gonna watch Scream or are we gonna watch Scream?" She then showed you the two DVDs, both copies of the first Scream movie. One autographed by Wes Craven himself, and one clean fresh off the drawer.

"You've given me a lot of choices there," you snarked, raising a brow as you reached for the autographed DVD in Jenna's hands. "Wes Craven?" you exclaimed. "The Wes Craven!?"

She chuckled at your reaction, a grin forming on her lips. "The one and only," she said, tucking her hands behind her back. "I have some connections, thanks to my mother, who was friends with many directors, including someone who worked with Wes Craven on the Scream set. So, I asked if he had any DVDs signed by Wes Craven and gave it to me."

"We've got to watch this," you declared, flipping the DVD in your hands before handing it back to Jenna.

Jenna scoffed, "Is the ending going to change just because it's autographed by Wes Craven?" She walked toward the DVD player, plugging it in.

"Hey, you might never know." You hear the nostalgic sound of the disk being inserted, and you were somehow once again transported to when you first watched your first movie via DVD.

"I'm surprised you still use DVD players," you commented, watching Jenna move away from the TV and then sit back down with you.

"It's just that feeling of inserting the CD that makes the movie more worthwhile."

You shrugged it off, "Guess you're right," and the Scream logo appeared before your eyes, the sounds of someone shrieking in the background to give it all that horror effect. You had seen this movie countless of times, maybe even more whenever you were bored out of your mind and needed something to scare you once in a while. But somehow, watching it with Jenna, feels like a whole new life.

Minutes passed, and the opening scene finished. A masterpiece in itself you would say, it really never gets old.

Jenna chuckled at some parts, making you turn your head slightly. She'd probably make a good Ghostface.

"Do you think I'd make a great actor someday, y/n?" The question came abruptly, and you looked at her. She was still facing the movie, the reflection of the TV screen in her eyes. Even from afar, you could see the glint in her eyes, you can see the glint in her eyes on how much she awes horror movies, and even movies in general. Maybe that's why she popped the question.

"Yeah…? I don't know. I really haven't seen you act before."

"Hey, I can fake cry pretty good." She adjusted herself, her body now facing towards yours.

"Really? Then... I’ll give you… 5 bucks to fake cry right now!" You pulled out your sad excuse of a wallet, nothing but coins and a dollar was inside of it.

Jenna laughed, a voice you horribly feel head over heels for. "You’re paying me to fake cry? For 5 bucks? Come on, dude," she remarked, pushing your money away.

You scoffed then rolled your eyes, insisting that she should take the money regardless by handing it to her despite her hand being in the way. "You’re going to be in the acting industry, Jenna! People are gonna pay you for your acting skills! Take it as like... training.”

"Okay, okay…" She held up both hands then took a deep breath, opening her eyes, focused. Atleast, she tried to.

She let out a chuckle, a wheeze some would say. "I can’t fake cry when you look at me like that!" She debated, her hands speaking for herself as she gestured towards you.

"Like what?"

The whole room went silent for about a second, Jenna observing your features up and down. Or, atleast, that's what you think in your head of yours.

"Like… some sort of freak."

"I look like a freak?" You pointed towards yourself, a playful tone in your voice as a sly grin appear on your lips, your eyes widening in curiosity.

Jenna's mouth hung open, "That was so far from my intentions!" Her voice high-pitched, trying to convince you in some sort of way.

“Okay, we both know that was definitely your intentions, if not harsher."

"I did not!"

"Oh Jenna, Jenna, Jenna... denying it makes you look guilty."

You both continued to playfully twist eachothers words, coming up with clever comebacks with eachother and just full on playful banter as the TV played Scream. Not really the most ideal movie to play with when you're about to explode since you were playfully bickering like an old married couple to your long-time crush.

After minutes of laughter, you both finally calmed down, shifting your positions on the sofa to sit on the floor, backs against the sofa.

You looked over to Jenna, a smile gracing your lips. "You're going to become a great actor, Jenna. I just know it." Glancing down, you noticed her hand close to yours. You wanted to take hold of it, you really did, whisper sweet nothings, and tell her she'd be the rising star in everyone's hearts. If not, then your heart will be preserved for all of eternity to let her be the star of yours. If it sounded corny, but, that was just how you felt.

"How? Are you some all-seeing Goddess?" She looked towards you, her eyebrows knitting but she kept smile.

"If that what it takes for you to believe in me, then yeah, I guess I am."

"You’re a dork, y/n. Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Someone by the name of Jenna."

She chuckled at that, seemingly aware of the effect she had on you, even though you'd only met a couple of days ago.

The fireplace was starting to die down, along with the setting sun. Streetlights flickered on, and snow began to form outside.

"Y/n… Where are you going to spend Christmas?" Jenna asked, her voice filled with concern. "I'm surprised your parents aren't wondering why you're always going out early and coming back so late." She looked at you, noticing your head was down, and your smile was a bit crooked.

"My parents… my parents aren't exactly here. So that's a plus, right? They won't be able to lecture me and all." You laughed, albeit slightly, a broken laugh.

Jenna's eyes widened, her body turning towards you. "Oh. Oh, God, I'm sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have—"

You furrowed your eyebrows until you understood what she misunderstood. "Oh, no— No! They aren't dead. They're just busy with work and all. They're from all the way across the globe, so…" You reached for your pocket, grabbing your phone, which had been uncharacteristically turned off for the whole day.

A picture of your family flashed on the screen, capturing a moment of shared smiles. You didn't know it would be the last picture you'd take together.

"They won't come visit?"

"They don't really text me that often, let alone when they're coming back." A smile tried to tug at your lips, Jennas concern slightly making you feel better about yourself.

"But hey, it'll be a Christmas miracle if they do." You chuckled, a light-hearted joke to lift the mood.

Silence overcame the room, wondering if you had said something wrong or overshared too much. Your hands became clammy as Jenna stayed silent, contemplating whether you should excuse yourself and never come back to her house ever again and change routes. Or maybe even change towns and your full government name.

"Why don't you spend Christmas with my family for a bit?" Jenna asked, her voice filled with hope.

Turning to her, you tilted your head with a scrunched-up face. "Really? Are… Are you sure it's okay? We just met like… a couple of days ago."

She looked down, avoiding your eyes, taking your hand with hers and rubbing her thumb against the back of your hand. "You're one of the few people I let into my heart, y/n. And my family will literally bombard you with love like you've never felt before. I'm sure they'll like you."

You smiled at that, and before you knew it, you accepted her offer. It was nighttime when you stepped outside Jenna's house, the snow becoming heavier and taller than ever.

You fell into a routine of meeting Jenna every morning. You'd wake up earlier than usual, then walk through piles of snow to get to her house. How she hadn't suspected that you had a massive crush on her was beyond you.

You even spent Christmas with her and her family, who welcomed you with open arms. Smiles all around, and you even got her little cousins to like you as if you were their big sister. You never felt at home more than anything. It was as if they were your own family, a family that was always home for you. You kind of teared up a bit at the thought, seeing how someone else's family brought out the happiest version of you rather than your own.

You were happy.

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a-spicy-reader · 6 months ago

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"Forbidden Desires"

Synopsis:

Mark eagerly anticipates a private lingerie show from his girlfriend Maya. As he succumbs to his desires, his senses sharpen, intensifying his longing for Maya's touch. Despite Maya's rule against touching, Mark's desire overwhelms him, leading to a passionate surrender.

Word count: 1,302

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English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes

The soft glow of candlelight danced across the room, casting warm shadows against the walls as Mark rested on the bed, a joint hanging between his fingers as he took a long drag. This night was special—his girlfriend, Maya, had promised him a private fashion show, and he could hardly wait to see what she had in store.

The weed worked its magic, wrapping Mark in a haze of relaxation as he waited for Maya's arrival. His muscles loosened, his mind wandered as he got lost in the gentle buzz of the herb. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him as he waited for Maya to arrive.

When Maya finally emerged from the bathroom, Mark's breath caught in his throat. She was breathtaking, her dark skin glowing in the dim light as she moved with effortless grace. The effects of the weed only sharpened his senses, making her beauty seem even more intoxicating.

With a sensual smile, Maya walked over to him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm. "Ready for your private show, darling?" she purred, her voice sending shivers down Mark's spine.

He nodded eagerly, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. Maya had always been stunning, but tonight she was radiant, a goddess in human form.

As Maya began her private fashion show, Mark's heart pounded in his chest, his desire growing with each tantalizing move.

The first set Maya revealed was a delicate lace bralette and matching panties, the fabric a rich burgundy that perfectly complemented her skin tone. Mark's mouth went dry as he watched her, his eyes tracing every curve, every dip and swell of her body.

Maya twirled, a playful glint in her eyes as she posed for him, running her hands over her curves with ease and practice. "Do you like it, darling?" she asked, her voice husky with desire.

Mark could only nod, his throat tight with longing. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.

But Maya had made it clear: no touching allowed.

With a pout, Mark forced himself to sit up, his hands clenched into fists as he fought the irresistible urge to reach out for her.

Maya's smile widened as she moved on to the next set, a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination. The fabric shimmered in the candlelight, clinging to her curves in all the right places as she swayed and twirled, teasing him with glimpses of what lay beneath.

Mark's breath caught in his throat as Maya approached, the scent of her perfume swirling around him like an intoxicating mist. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Maya's laugh was like music to his ears as she danced, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Not as beautiful as you, darling," she replied, her voice a husky purr.

But it was the third set that truly took Mark's breath away—a daring black lace bodysuit that left little to the imagination. It hugged Maya's curves like a second skin, the sheer fabric leaving nothing to the imagination as she posed and preened for him, her confidence shining with every movement.

Mark's pulse quickened as he watched her, his desire reaching a fever pitch as she teased and tormented him with every move. He could feel the heat building between them, a potent mix of longing and desire that threatened to consume them both.

But Maya held firm to her promise—no touching allowed.

Mark groaned in frustration, his body vibrating with need as Maya drew closer, her dark eyes smoldering with desire. "Please, Maya," he begged, his voice raw with longing. "I need you."

But Maya only shook her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips as she danced just out of reach. "Not yet, darling," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "Not until I say so."

But Mark had reached his limit. With a growl of frustration, he surged forward, capturing Maya's lips in a fierce, desperate kiss. She gasped in surprise, her arms wrapping around him as he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together in a frenzy of need and desire.

Clothes were discarded in a frenzied rush as they tumbled onto the bed, their kisses growing more urgent, more desperate with every passing moment. Mark's hands roamed over Maya's body, tracing every curve, every dip and swell as he worshipped her with his touch.

Maya moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as she arched against him, her body trembling with pleasure. "Mark," she gasped, her voice husky with need. "I need you."

Mark's lips traveled down her neck, peppering kisses along her collarbone as he moved lower, his breath hot against her skin. Mark buried his face between Maya's legs, his tongue darting out to lick her swollen clit. Maya cried out in ecstasy, her fingers tangling in his hair as she rocked her hips against his mouth.

"Oh fuck, Mark," she gasped, her voice trembling with pleasure. "That feels so good. Don't stop, darling. Please, don't stop."

Mark obeyed, his tongue working its magic as he explored every inch of her, driving her wild with need. Maya's cries grew louder, her body trembling on the brink of orgasm as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her.

And then it hit her—a blinding wave of pleasure that consumed her entirely. She screamed his name, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm as she fell into bliss.

Mark kept licking, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling and spent beneath him. He kissed his way back up her body, his lips soft and tender as he pressed them to hers, his passion rekindling like a flame.

With a low growl of desire, Mark moved forward, burying himself deep inside Maya, his throbbing erection pressing eagerly against her slick entrance, the tight heat of her sex enveloping him in a delicious embrace.

Maya gasped, her body arching to meet him as he filled her completely, every inch of him sinking into her depths. She was so wet and tight, her walls clenching around him as he began to move, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

Mark groaned, his hips driving forward with increasing urgency as he set a relentless pace. Maya's nails dug into his back, her cries of ecstasy spurring him on as they moved together in perfect rhythm, a symphony of passion and desire.

The sensations were overwhelming—the heat of her body, the tightness of her grip, the way she met his every thrust with eager abandon. Mark felt himself teetering on the edge of oblivion, his pleasure mounting with each stroke until he could hold back no longer.

With a primal roar, he came, his release flooding Maya in a hot, pulsing torrent of ecstasy. She screamed his name, her body convulsing with pleasure as she clung to him, her own orgasm crashing over her in a wave of bliss.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, their bodies slick with sweat as they rode out the aftershocks of their passion. Mark pressed a tender kiss to Maya's forehead, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the woman in his arms.

"I love you, Maya," he whispered, his voice soft with emotion.

Maya smiled up at him, her eyes shining with love. "I love you too, Mark," she replied, her voice a gentle whisper.

"Forever and always."

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ladelinee · 9 months ago

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Authors note:Hi! Sorry for any grammar mistakes. It took me a while to finish, but I really enjoyed writing this. Hope you enjoy it too 🖤

Word count: 3,3K

Warnings: SMUT! +18 language, p in v, oral, mixing fluids, intrusive thoughts, and a bit of fluff.

All shook up

Part 4

As we waited patiently for the housekeeping ladies to leave the room, the silence was broken by my frantic breathing and rapid heartbeat. The temperature difference between the heated room and this closet was stark, sending a chill down my spine. The mist rising from my breath made the air thick and damp, and I could sense Elvis's warmth spreading throughout the closet.

On one of my breasts, exposed to the cold, Elvis placed his hand. I could feel his warm breath against my neck, while his nose hovered over my ear, tickling me with his touch.

Elvis's hand began to stir beneath the fabric of my panties, igniting a rush of anticipation. With deliberate slowness, his fingers traced the contours of my slit, delicately exploring the tender bud of my clit. Its swollen state made it an easy target, throbbing with desire.

“Mmm… what do we got here?” he asked with a husky and sensual voice, slowly tracing circles over my clit, causing my panties to become see-through with wetness.

I was in complete ecstasy as I felt Elvis touching me for the first time. In turn, he continued pinching my nipple, sending a wave of excitement and pleasure coursing through my body. His touch was so gentle yet so stimulating, and I could feel my body responding to each touch.

I could hear the cleaners chatting with each other, their voices fading into the background. My concern was far gone while I was enjoying the excitement of Elvis's touch. His body language and the sensuality he emitted could not be resisted. The warmth of his touch and his gentle strokes set fire to my desire, making me crave more and more.

Elvis continued stimulating me in a slow and steady rhythm. While the torture-like pace felt like a drawn-out process, it also added to the intense pleasure. The sensation of being touched and stroked with such gentleness yet so passionately was driving me wild. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing heavily, and let out a soft whimper, anticipating what was next. Then both of Elvis' hands placed on the sides of my panties, slowly pulling them down.

“Don’t let ’em fall to the floor yet,” said Elvis, referring to my panties with a mischievous smile. That prompted me to spread my legs to prevent them from dropping.

“Like this?” I whispered, awaiting his approval.

“Good girl” Elvis added. He knew perfectly how to seduce a woman. I could feel the tingling in my core from those words. One of his hands touched my breasts again, while he trailed small but deep kisses along my neck.

Then I felt him caressing my clit with his other hand, making direct contact this time. His fingers ran through my folds. Elvis stopped kissing me to lean forward and see my pussy in the only line of light emanating from inside the closet and his fingers getting wet in the process.

“All this wetness f’me?” he grunted softly, his breathless smile following suit. With his middle finger positioned at my entrance, he slowly slid it inside. My response was a deep breath, while Elvis observed my reactions with amusement.

I felt the coldness of his belt against my butt, along with his hard bulge, eager to be inside me. Leaning forward, I arched my back, making my butt stick out, drawing closer to him.

"Damn baby" Elvis whispered between gasps, his tone of voice made his excitement evident. He was enjoying the situation and how he wasn't able to control his eagerness to be inside me.

As Elvis was taller, he leaned forward, arching his back slightly to reach and insert his finger completely inside. He began to withdraw and slowly push it back in. As a result, my breasts wobbled, causing one of them to receive a gentle slap. I furrowed my eyebrows, leaning my head back against his chest.

His movements continued slowly as he used the wide palm of his hand to massage my clitoris. I was so needy for him that I unconsciously began to move my hips.

I let out a soft moan of pure ecstasy.

“Did you hear that?” one of the housekeeping ladies asked, pausing in her cleaning for a moment.

Elvis's hand pressed firmly against my mouth, muffling any sound that threatened to escape. At that moment, I froze, every muscle in my body tense with anticipation. My breath caught in my throat, afraid to make even the slightest noise. Despite not being able to see her face, I could feel the tension radiating from the maid, her presence looming over us like an unwelcome spectre. And yet, it was the sudden shift in Elvis's demeanour that truly set my heart racing. The playful seducer was replaced by a man gripped with urgency, his eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of danger. In that tense silence, every second felt like an eternity, the weight of the moment hanging heavy in the air.

“Hear what?” came the response from another lady.

A heavy silence enveloped us, stretching for what felt like an eternity as if time had halted its relentless march forward.

“Nothing. I reckon I’ve just been putting in too many hours… Must be my mind playing tricks on me” the lady mumbled, her tone tinged with confusion, before shaking off the moment and getting back to her chores.

Elvis breathed a sigh of relief, as did I, and whispered, “Ya’re a noisy, naughty girl, ain’t ya?” smirking.

Then he withdrew his finger, which had been buried inside me, to gently slap my clit before rubbing it. Despite his hand still covering my mouth, my gasps escaped through my nose in rapid bursts of air.

Elvis approached the entrance to my vagina again, this time with two fingers. He began to insert the tips of both fingers very slowly, feeling how he opened me up.

Suddenly, we heard the voices of the employees walking away from us and the door closing.

Once room service had left, silence enveloped us. I could only hear Elvis’s laboured breathing in my ear. After a few seconds, Elvis gently pushed the closet door open.

“Darlin’…” Elvis sighed in my ear. At that moment, I thought he was going to give up and suggest we stop, considering the craziness of our situation.

“Bed. Now.” he continued in a deep, low voice, this time without whispers.

I began to walk slowly towards the bed, still with one of Elvis’s hands covering my mouth and the other hand buried inside me, while my panties remained halfway between my thighs and my knees.

Once we were in bed, Elvis let go of me. With deliberate slowness, he turned me to face him, undoing the buttons of his shirt until it dropped to the floor. I couldn’t help but be captivated by the sight of his tanned, bare torso. While not overly muscular, it exuded a sense of firmness and tone that intrigued me.

Sensing my distraction, Elvis gently lifted my chin, his gaze locking onto mine with a blend of tenderness and longing. Then, he kissed me passionately, his lips conveying a deep need that echoed my desires.

As he kissed me, Elvis slowly guided me to the edge of the bed, his touch gentle as he caressed my shoulders, removing the unbuttoned shirt that still draped over me. With a deliberate ease, my bra followed, joining the discarded clothes on the floor.

Elvis gently guided me onto the bed, his hand supporting my back, culminating with a tender kiss.

Pausing for a moment, Elvis stood by the bedside, his gaze fixed on me as he began to unbuckle his belt. His eyes lingered on my skirt and my closed legs, anticipation evident in his longing gaze, eager to discover what awaited him.

With a smile playing on his lips, he unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor.

Once he dropped his pants, his cock sprang forward and hit his stomach. I started rubbing my legs together at the sight of his pulsing length. I wanted him inside me.

Elvis slowly approached me and began to climb my body, kissing my abdomen and ending at my nipples. His fingers slowly slid down my skirt and my panties, removing them.

Once he had gotten rid of them, Elvis came up to kiss me again, our tongues intertwining. My cheeks began to blush, his kisses adding to the wetness between my legs.

His warm torso pressed against mine, and the sensitive peaks of my nipples brushed against his hairy chest.

Elvis started a trail of kisses, tracing along my chin, neck, collarbone, breasts, abdomen, and navel.

"Darlin’ Spread your legs f’me," he said, his gaze fixed on me.

I let out a sigh; I was nervous, excited, and at the same time, shy. Despite my insecurities and uncertainty about whether Elvis liked my body, my desire for him burned intensely.

Slowly, I prepared to spread my legs, exposing my pussy to Elvis for the first time. He admired it with his mouth open, biting his lip in anticipation. My clit was swollen and glossy, surrounded by a distinct wetness.

Elvis started what we had left inside the closet and gently inserted his two fingers into my vagina. I let out a soft moan as he pushed them all the way in. With increasing speed, I felt his warm breath against my skin.

“Elvis…” my moans grew louder, the pleasure was becoming uncontrollable.

Elvis withdrew his fingers from me, and I watched as he examined them, glazed with my fluids, before putting them in his mouth.

“Fuck honey, ya taste so damn good,” he exclaimed once his fingers left his mouth.

Elvis’s arms wrapped around my thighs, his shoulders positioned just below them.

Then, unexpectedly, his tongue ran through my pussy in one smooth motion. I couldn’t help but squirm with pleasure at the sensation, my breathing becoming laboured.

Elvis began to trace circles with his tongue around my clit, alternating between firm and gentle pressure. The pleasure intensified gradually, my moans went in crescendo with each passing moment, and my back arched in response.

As the intensity grew, Elvis inserted his fingers into my vagina, simultaneously sucking on my clit with his mouth. With each movement, his sucking became more intense, his fingers curling inside me.

“Elvis… p-please, stop... I'm about to cum," I gasped, the pleasure overwhelming as Elvis expertly worked his magic, causing my legs to tremble involuntarily as I gripped his black hair.

Ignoring my plea, Elvis only quickened his pace, his fingers moving with a practised rhythm and his suction becoming more intense.

Then it hit me, an orgasm like a tidal wave, building and building until it flooded the room with my ecstatic cries. I couldn't help but cover my mouth, muffling my moans as I rode the waves of pleasure, while Elvis continued to skillfully play with my clit, his gaze fixed on me, enjoying every moment of my blissful surrender.

Elvis’s arms released my thighs as he knelt on the bed, still positioned between my legs.

“You shouldn’t have covered your mouth. Now, I’ll have to make you cum again,” he declared, his blue eyes piercing me slyly as his hand wiped the remnants of my moisture from the corners of his mouth.

Elvis began to touch himself, revealing a glistening tip as he pulled back his foreskin. His cock was so hard that it arched upwards slightly.

Elvis started to caress his tip between my folds.

“Ya want daddy to fuck ya, lil’ one?” he said as he hit his tip on my clit.

“Yes please, fuck me Elvis” I opened my legs even more for him. My pussy was wet again.

He had a way of knowing what I needed; it was like a gift, his eyes lasciviously fixed on me while he lubricated his cock with my fluids.

Then, he began to push the tip at the entrance of my hole, and it slid perfectly inside. Elvis let out a grunt of pleasure as he narrowed his eyes.

After inserting the tip, I began to notice how the walls of my vagina gradually opened. My eyes widened; it seemed like it was too much for me.

“Wait” I gasped, feeling the need to catch my breath. It had been so long since I’d had sex that my vagina needed time to adapt to the thickness of his cock.

“God, you’re so tight, baby” Elvis remarked with parted lips, his expression relaxed with half-closed eyes as if he were on the verge of fainting. But it wasn’t from that; it was from the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing.

His expression of pleasure caused my pussy to lubricate even more. He continued to insert his large length until he filled me. I could feel a slight but pleasant pain when he reached the bottom of my uterus, eliciting a small moan from me.

Elvis kept his cock inside me for a few moments as he adjusted his position. Leaning forward, he positioned his body on top of mine, sinking us both into the mattress as he rested his weight on his arms above my shoulders.

His hips began to move slowly back and forth, pumping his cock into me with long, slow thrusts.

I started to whimper but Elvis inhaled those whimpers with a kiss.

I felt the hair on his pelvis brushing against my clitoris, sending tingles of pleasure through me.

The thrusts began to increase in speed, causing my chest to vibrate against his with each of his harsh grunts. The pleasure was slowly intensifying.

Suddenly overcome with pleasure, I wrapped my legs around Elvis’s waist, allowing his cock to penetrate even deeper, eliciting more intense moans from me.

Caught off guard by my sudden movement, Elvis released my mouth with a light moan. The pleasure was so immense that he grabbed my hips with one hand to fuck me more intensely.

His sideburns grazed against my rosy cheeks as they moved up and down, and his hot breath tickled my ear, causing it to turn red.

I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my mind clouded with desire as I uttered, “E-Elvis, fuck, I think I’m going to cum.”

I could feel Elvis’s smile against my ear. “My lil’ one wanna cum?” he said between gasps, sending a surge of horniness through me.

Elvis buried his face in my hair, gripping my ass tightly as he thrust his cock into me even harder.

My abdomen began to tense, building up to a second orgasm. I held onto Elvis’s back tightly, releasing all the pleasure in the form of loud moans.

Elvis continued to move vigorously, prolonging my orgasm.

“Fuck baby, Daddy is gonna cum in that sweet lil’ pussy of yours.”

His muscles tensed, each powerful thrust driving the pillow hard against the headboard. I could sense Elvis’s intense focus; he held his breath, his mouth silent as he approached climax. Finally, he lifted his face, releasing a guttural moan of pleasure. His nails dug into my skin, his cock pulsating with desire deep inside me.

His face was flushed, a bead of sweat glistening on the tip of his beautiful, perfectly sculpted nose. His plush lips were red and juicy with ecstasy and his black hair stuck in his wet forehead. Then, his piercing blue eyes met mine, observing as my blush faded and my breathing gradually steadied. He smiled back at me and kissed my lips so intensely that he sucked on my mouth. I laughed, I hadn’t felt this good in years.

Elvis slowly leaned back. I could see that his chest was sweaty, just like mine. He reached down, gently withdrawing his cock from my still-spasming vagina. His pelvis was glistening with my fluids.

Without hesitation, he inserted one of his fingers inside me after noticing his cum flowing from my hole.

“This stays where it belongs” he said, winking at me.

In a playful attempt to tease him, I grabbed his hand by the wrist and brought his finger to my mouth, tasting both my fluids and his.

“You taste delicious” I said with a mischievous smile.

Elvis bit his lower lip and shook his head.

“Damn… I could keep ya here all day, ya know that?” He said with a smile as he kissed me. I smiled back.

We gazed into each other’s eyes for a few moments, happiness and satisfaction filling the room.

Gently, Elvis gave a small pat on my leg.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up, darlin’” he said with a voice full of sweetness, an intimate tone that I had never heard from Elvis before.

I slipped out of bed, wrapping myself in the sheet, but before I could even adjust, Elvis playfully whisked it away with a swift movement.

“Now, if ya don’t mind, I’m gonna enjoy the view. Yar body is incredible, baby, and it would be a crime to put clothes on ya” he declared with a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief and admiration.

The moment felt surreal, like a scene from a dream I never wanted to end.

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Doris's hands were clammy with sweat as she approached Angelica's office door, her heart pounding in her chest. Each step felt heavier than the last, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

With a trembling hand, she knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. “Come in,” Angelica's voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding.

Doris hesitated for a moment before turning the doorknob, her pulse racing with nerves.

“Good afternoon, ma'am,” Doris greeted, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

Angelica's office was bathed in shadow, the only light coming from the lamp on her desk casting eerie shadows across the walls. Angelica sat on the couch, her face obscured by the documents spread out before her.

“What do you want, Doris?” Angelica's voice was cold, her eyes glued to the paperwork in front of her.

Doris swallowed hard, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak. “It's about the ladies who went to clean Mr. Presley’s suite, ma'am. They found something” she began, her voice trembling with apprehension.

Angelica let out a scoff, her disdain palpable even from across the room. “Let me guess, another mess in Presley's suite? Broken furniture? Bullet-ridden walls? Please, not another monkey” she sneered, her frustration evident in every word.

“No, ma'am. It's Miss y/ln jacket,” Doris replied, her hands shaking as she held it out for Angelica to see.

Angelica's demeanour shifted, her interest piqued by the unexpected news. “And where is she?” she demanded, her gaze piercing through Doris like a knife.

“I-I've looked everywhere, but I couldn't find her,” Doris stammered, her voice barely audible as she placed the jacket on Angelica's desk.

A heavy silence hung in the air as Angelica examined the jacket, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she looked up, her eyes softening ever so slightly.

“Thank you, Doris. You may go,” Angelica said, her tone surprisingly gentle compared to before.

Doris nodded, relief flooding through her as she turned to leave the office. But as she reached for the door handle, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the pit of her stomach.

“Y/n… what are you playing at…” Angelica's voice was barely a whisper, but the words sent a shiver down Doris's spine. Beneath her composed exterior, Doris knew there was more to this than met the eye.

Need to recap? Part 3 here

Part 5

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ask-henry-and-friends · 1 year ago

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ATTENTION EVERYONE!

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 4 months ago

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Ngl Demon PV makes me imagine he has one of those tentacle dicks.

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wolfy-harper · 2 months ago

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@mist-the-husky-mix @ask-thsc-blog any ideas?

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ask-henry-and-friends · 19 days ago

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Apparently mine is the catalogue divorce-

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so...what if I started a tag list...for once...

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talesfrom2hearts · 9 months ago

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Isabeau inhaled deeply, the scent of freshly brewed tea and damp moss tickling her nose. She perched on the windowsill of her London flat, the morning mist clinging to the rooftops like a lover's embrace. Despite the quaint charm, the flat was far from the opulent Parisian palace she'd called home centuries ago. Blame the French Revolution, or perhaps her own insatiable appetite for luxury, which had dwindled her once vast fortune. Although Isabeau was never one to take blame herself, it was unmistakable that part of the reason for this was outside of her own control, as had many aspects of her life up to this point. Even her residence here wasn’t her choice.

A knock on the door startled her. Isabeau smoothed her silk nightgown, a relic from a bygone era that still managed to turn heads, even in this strange, swinging London. "Entrez," she called out, her voice a husky purr honed over centuries of practice.

The door creaked open, revealing a man who looked as out of place in this dingy building as she did. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed hair and eyes the color of the summer sky, he seemed burdened by an invisible weight.

"Miss Dubois?" he asked, his voice laced with a hesitant British lilt.

Isabeau arched an eyebrow. "Indeed. And you are...?"

"Cyrus," he mumbled, shifting his gaze to the floor. "Your landlord."

Landlord. The word tasted foreign on her tongue. In her time, men had been her playthings, not the other way around. But times, as they often did, had changed. Despite her having lived in his building for some time, he had dealt with someone else regarding rent payment. The man had never so much as asked for a new lightbulb in the flat. Cyrus himself was an introvert, so he didn’t think much of the reserved nature of him, but did find it odd that Isabeau seemed to be around much more often than him.

"Ah, yes," she said, feigning delight. "Come in, come in. I was just about to enjoy my breakfast. Perhaps you'd care to join me?" she asked. Of course, Isabeau had on heard the man’s voice before, banished to stay within the confines of the apartment.

Cyrus hesitated, then nodded stiffly. He entered the room, his eyes widening at the sight of the ornate tea set and the single, perfect rose nestled in a crystal vase. It was a stark contrast to the threadbare furniture and peeling wallpaper.

Isabeau poured him a cup of tea, her movements deliberate and graceful. "So, Mr. Cyrus," she began, her voice dripping with honeyed seduction, "tell me about this... landlord business."

Cyrus cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze from below. "Please, Cyrus is more than alright,” he tried to correct her. Even so much as that was rather difficult to do, the thought of telling her his surname was Jones never even crossed his mind. The woman may have been much smaller than himself, but Isabeau had a rather intimidating aura about her. “It's just... Mr. Harrison left last time we had met before he could sign a document regarding building upkeep," he explained to her.

Isabeau raised an elegant eyebrow. "And is that all, Mr. Cyrus? Or is there something else troubling you?"

He met her gaze for a fleeting moment, his eyes swirling with a hidden emotion she couldn't quite decipher. Then, he looked away again. "No, that's all. I should be going then, if he’s not around." Cyrus looked past her, trying to see if the man he’d been looking for was also home. He placed the document down on the small table next to his teacup.

He rose to leave, but Isabeau reached out, her touch sending a jolt through him. Her fingers brushed against his wrist, sending shivers down his spine.

"Mr. Cyrus," she murmured, her voice a low whisper, "sometimes, even the most reluctant demons need a taste of pleasure."

Cyrus's breath hitched. He stared at her, mesmerized by the glint in her emerald eyes, a predator sizing up its prey. In that moment, a strange, exhilarating mix of fear and desire surged through him. He knew, with a certainty that defied logic, that this encounter would change everything.

As her hand lingered on his arm, he could feel her distinctly cold grip growing more and more frigid by the second. But he didn’t flinch at it or try to pull away. Instead he continued to study the woman’s soft facial features.

Isabeau could sense exactly who he was the moment he walked through her doorway. While a vampire had an icy energy about her, an incubus had the exact opposite. A warmth emanated from him that she could sense, although duller than some others of his kind she’d embraced previously.

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