#piv

[bandgie]

An Uncertified Doctor

Alucard!smut x fem!reader, my man doesn't get enough attention :(((

synopsis: After an argument with your father about the nightly attacks and his reckless behavior, you find yourself in face with a demon who wants nothing more than to cause you pain. The curse you're given is brutal, needy, and utterly horrid. It's not until a man by the name of Alucard saves you, but at the cost of what's left of your dignity.

content warnings: blood, demons, corpses, drugging, cursed reader, fingering, it get super sticky here, blood, medicine play????, restraints, PIV, some light body mutilation (reader gets slashed across the arm), pullout method (USE PROTECTION PLEASE), oneshot

word count: 7.2k (went a little crzy)

Prologue ~

The children held each other as your mother continued telling stories of monsters. You had heard these a million times, your tiny fingers finding the prickly grass beneath you much more interesting. It was scary the first time you were warned of the beast in the castle, it's thirst for blood. You had cried, much like how the other children cried right now. Begged your mom to not let this monster get you, kill you.

"No!" one of the children cried, making you stop pulling on the grass. "I don't want the monster to drink my blood!" More children started protesting against their invisible enemy, crying and screaming. You turned to your mother, seeing her hide back a smile.

"And it won't get you," she promised, her voice gentle. "You must stay within the village, never venturing too far. And you also must listen to your parents. This monster loves eating naughty children."

That's how you knew this story was meant to scare children into listen to their parents. It become obvious when you did something wrong or bad, they would threaten you with the same blood-sucking demon. Do you want to go to his castle?! Your dad had yelled. I'll drag you there and he'll keep you instead!

The other children began making promises of being good, submissive to their parents. You had a frown on your face, perhaps you were the odd one out. You had a bad habit of not listening to authority, taking things into your own hands. A small part of you thought these stories were made up for you, to make you listen.

It didn't take long for the children's parents to arrive, picking up their terrified children. You watched as your mom went to the parents, most likely to explain why they were so upset. You stood on your tiny legs, walking to eat the remaining snacks that were left over from the school session.

"Ah, sweetie you can't eat too much. Save some room for supper," your mom said behind you. You only laughed though, shoving the remaining goodies into your mouth as you ran. Your mom chased you, bursts of giggles escaping your lips as you let your stubby legs take you as far as they could go.

You squealed when she grabbed you, pulling you up in the air. "No fair!" you screamed. "You're bigger than me!" Your mom only laughed and held you in her arms. You secretly wiped your dirty hands on her shirt, but it was far too obvious to go unnoticed.

She let out an irritated groan and yelled your name, "You know better. Do you want to monster to come get you?" Your giggles quickly died down, your mood turning sour. You huffed and crossed your arms, looking away from your mother, "Monsters are not real! That doesn't scare me."

She tsked at you, setting you down on the grass gently. "Love," her voice was serious, in a way that made you stop your attitude and listen intently. "Monsters are more than demons from the underworld. There are monsters here, on the very dirt you and I walk on. They will hurt you and take you from your family if you wonder too far., if you keep disobeying your family. Do you understand?"

Your small body trembled at her seriousness. Despite being at a young age, you knew that not all people were nice. "Bad men," you whispered, eyes wide. Your mom nodded, seeming satisfied with your answer. "Yes," she said. "Bad men."

She picked you back up and took you inside your small house, your dad already setting up the table for dinner. It stuck with you though, her words, your genuine fear. Even after you had grown, after real, hell-born demons began walking the Earth after the wrongful death of Dracula's wife...

The real demons were human.

Present ~

Your village was in shambles, buildings were half torn down, the smell of death and rotting bodies was pungent, blood painted the ground and walls. Still, your dad tried to make a defense team. A group of men that would fight back against the demons, losing most of the time. You know this was in vain, no mere man could win against a devil's spawn. Your dad was determined however, especially after your mothers death.

You hated how injured he was when he came back home, blood dripping at an alarming rate as you tried to patch him up. Resources was another issue the village, it was depleting. You had to settle for using an old cloth to bandage his wounds, ignoring how your dad said to save any clothes for the upcoming winter.

You sat him on the chair, wrapping the cloth around his arm when tears started to prick your eyes. You sniffed, trying to ignoring the way you wanted to yell at him to stop, to stay safe. You and him had argued about this for months, both of you too stubborn to see the other side.

Still, you cried. Sobbed as you tightened the 'bandage.' Your dad frowned when he saw your tears, using his good hand to wipe them away. "Why are you crying?" You scoffed at his question, anger replacing your sadness.

"Why am I crying?" Your voice is clipped, almost aggressive. "Look at yourself! Your putting yourself in danger, your putting all those men with you in danger! You're going to get yourself killed out there! Do you not give a shit about if you die?"

"Do not speak to me with that tone. Do not curse at me," your father rose he spoke, an attempt to establish the power he has. Before you would have listened, apologize for stepping out of line. Now however, there's nothing to lose. There's not much joy in this house, your dad turned destructive after seeing your moms cold body. Her death changed both of you.

"I will do what I please!" You yelled, standing on your tippy toes to be the same height. "You do! Going out there in a suicide attempt. You don't give a fuck about anything anymore! Not yourself, not this house, not me! I'm your daughter! You're supposed to protect me. You're supposed to stay with me, not those damned beasts!"

You voice was strong, thick with emotion. Tears spilled down your face, hands trembling as you spoke. Your dad was growing angry, you could see how his face turned red and eyes grew dark. "I am protecting you," he argued. "After this village is rid of Dracula's demons, we will-"

You laughed bitterly, interrupting his sentence. "There is no end to this hell," your voice was calmer now, still laced with venom. "I'm not a stupid little girl anymore. It's clear to see that God has abandoned us, there is no way to rid of Dracula's beasts."

Your dad breathed deeply, stepping away from you in an attempt to clam down. You stayed silent as he collect his composure, his thoughts. "Do not speak about the Father is such a way," he warned. "This is a test, a way for the Messiah to see if we really are worthy of walking through heaven's gates."

The church? Your dad has the nerve to preach the church's message when they're the ones that put you in this mess? "You are a fool," you spit, ignoring how your dad balled his fists. "The priests are the ones that caused this havoc. They are the reason mother died."

"Do not!" Your dad yelled, screamed. No matter how upset he got, he never yelled. Sure he raised his voice, but shouted? Never. You jumped, taking a step back as he approached your form. You lowered your head down, shame fogging your thoughts. You went too far.

"Don't you dare speak her name on your mouth. You disgrace me by using her death as an excuse for your temper." Your weeps resumed, looking at the darkness in your dad's eyes. An excuse? You would never. If anything, he was the one using her death to act reckless. You can't keep being in this house, surrounded by the memories of your happy family, what your life was.

What it will never be again.

You pushed him hard, shoving him onto the ground as you ran out of house. He screamed your name, shouting at you to come back. You ignored him, you ignored the bodies you passed, the violent sobs that wrecked you. It's too much to stay here, to endure all the emotional turmoil you have to go though.

So you ran, barefoot. You feet grew wet with the mud and blood mixed. You ran through the gates that kept your village somewhat protecting, ignoring the men on guard that yelled at you. You ran until you couldn't hear them shouting, you ran until the village was nothing but a blurry image in the distance. The grass was soothing under your feet, wiping away some of the wet essence on there. You clutched at your chest, heaving.

Your chest burned, your feet ached, your mouth craved water. You kept pushing forward until you saw a stream. No longer able to keep yourself up, you collapsed, crawling to the water until you were submerged in it. You bathed, drank, and nearly drowned in the stream. Your clothes were drenched, but that didn't matter. They would dry, like your tears.

It had been so long when you had last bathed properly, when you drank clean water. Your dad was coming back home with filtered water, mud still seen in the cups. But this water was clear, it was so easy to see the fish that swam within it. You laid in the water, letting it engulf you with just your head peeking up.

You will have to make your way back home soon, you can't be exposed in the wilderness like that. Demons did not rest, they were active at all times. It's a wonder how you didn't notice any on your way here. The thought of going back home however, was dreadful. You couldn't face your dad, you can't keep pretending like everything is fine and he will be safe. Something needs to change, but what?

You sat up, head thinking of ideas. Prayers do not work like your village had thought. Holy water however, was the real savior. Smaller demons would bursts into flames, bigger ones would be severely wounded. If only the priests at your village weren't cowards, hiding in their sanctuary.

While you were deep in thought, you didn't notice a demon perched on a nearby tree. It watched as you as you stood, water dripping from your clothes. Demons were not dumb creatures, though same acted without thought. They had some intelligence, the ability to plan and strategize. This demon was quite intelligent unfortunately for you, salvia dripping down its lips. It craved to tear your flesh, to drink you screams and break your soft bones. It had a bad habit of playing with it's food.

You walked out of the water, squeezing the parts of your loose dress at the bottom. It wasn't until you heard the soft thud that you looked up, skin prickling in fear as your eyes scanned for an enemy. Then you saw it, a man. He had purplish hair, skin deathly pale, eyes red as blood. You knew his human stature was a way to lure you in, to trust him. This 'man' was a demon.

"Stay back!" you cried, arms out in front of you to keep a distance. "Go back to where your came from, demon!" Your voice shook, eyes watering in fear. It laughed at you, stalking closer.

"That's not very nice," it says, smiling. "I feel hurt by your words, come comfort me." It opens its arms as if it expects a hug, you make a disgusted face.

"Fuck off!" You shout before you run, not caring what direction you're going it. It laughs again, mouth puling back to reveal absurdly sharp teeth. It chased you, letting you tire out before you slowed. It would be easy to take you somewhat compliant.

It tackled you on the ground, rolling on the grass until you were dizzy. It laid on top of you, red eyes sparking in excitement.

"Vermin!" You screeched, arms and legs kicking. "You evil fuck! Get off me!" It caught your violent attempts, easily using one of its hands to hold both of your own above your head. It's weight heavily settled on your stomach, giving you legs no access to kick freely at him.

"I'll kill you!" You threat, knowing how impossible that is. This makes the demon laugh uncontrollably, just for a moment forgetting it's sinful desire to defile you. It used its free hand to wipe a joyous tear, shaking its head.

"Quite the jester are you!" it says excitedly. "You will be fun, but refrain from calling me such cruel names. I am Magnus." You spit in its face, not caring how some of the salvia drips down on you.

"I don't give a shit what you are called, demon," you speak maliciously. "I have to respect for monsters like yourself." It frowns then, wiping the slobber off its cheek and sighing.

"You know, I thought I would enjoy touching your body. Seeing you submit to me in the vilest way possible. However, I think I should just kill you. Painfully," Magnus almost looks sad as he speaks. He sounds as if he didn't really want to hurt you, but you can see the disgusting smile on his face.

Magnus uses his free hand to grab you face, making your lips pucker and shape and 'o' form. Before you have the chance to protest or scream, he spits. You think it's way to get revenge for spitting at him earlier, but he perfectly aimed for the inside of you mouth. On instinct, you swallow. You grimace at the thought, the way is slide down your throat, how sweet it tasted.

You've heard of this. Demons that take advantage of women in the night, ripping their bodies once they're done. Survivors had told stories of the drool. The way the demons saliva was able to make the women crazed with need, make the obedient. You shuddered, you knew his kind. An incubus.

You hated how hot your body got, the desire that pooled in your stomach. Your body was still soaked in water, but you can feel your folds begin dripping in arousal. You shook your head and cried, whimpering at how you body was betraying your throats. You were all to aware of his skin on yours, his body weight pressing down on you. You craved for something to be in the deepest parts you, places you had never bothered touching after the world went to shit.

Magnus smiled as he watched you pant, eyes going wild with hunger. He was not going to give you pleasure, instead he was shred the skin off your meat, make you watch he stuffed his face of your tender muscles. You would only moan he hurt you, your brain would be too far gone to know the difference between pain and pleasure.

Your cunt though, he would not touch that at all. You would soon beg, not caring if he actually devoured your pussy. You would be craving just for someone to touch you there, to penetrate deep inside you. Magnus's fingernails sharpened, dipping his hand to your arms as he sliced the skin. You cried out, blood welting at the wound. He leaned down and licked, moaning at your taste.

"Someone's not a virgin," he muttered. Magnus thought for a moment. He was planning on taking your innocence, but now he's thinking of just fucking you cruelly. That would go against his point of torturing you, he wanted to deny you pleasure in any way possible in the most horrible way.

He sighed, torn between the two options. It was tempting, so tempting to cup your mound, take what little dignity you have left of yourself. Magnus watched as your face contorted in discomfort, fighting the aphrodisiac saliva that traveled in your throat and gut. He wanted to see it twist is pleasure, then rip it from you. Have you crumbling and breaking under him, begging him to stop while secretly wishing he wouldn't.

Before Magnus could choose, you cried out, hot tears falling down your face as you couldn't stop yourself from moaning. "Kill me," you croaked. He was used to this, it wasn't often, but some maidens would beg to be killed before fucked. "Just kill me already," you continued to weep.

The demon smiled, happy with your reactions and sorrow. "No, I quite like it when you beg."

Just as Magnus was going to slice the skin of your stomach with his nails, a large dog appeared, quickly knocking him down to the ground. Your body was released from the demons body weight, you cried in relief and distraught. It took so much strength to sit up, to ignore the aching in your body from running and the demon's drug.

Your unfocused eyes caught a glimpse of a white wolf and Magnus fighting. You groaned as you tried to stand, willing you legs to bend so you could place your weight on them. You were on your hands on knees, feeling disgusted at the drool that seeped down your legs.

You could hear them yelling, Magnus was talking to the animal like it could understand him. You wobbly stood, stop slightly hunched over as you trudged away from the fight.

Left... right... left... right... You walked slowly, trying to build the strength to continue. You should not have yelled at your dad, cursed him and his beliefs. The last thing you will have ever done with him is fight. Tears pricked your eyes again, the burning passion in your body was no match for the pain in your heart. If it's not Magnus that will kill you, it will be the wolf.

The ground rumbled, shaking so violently you feel to your knees. You yelled in frustration, it took so much just to stand. You can't possibly do it again, not when the loud sounds of punches and the pounding of your head rings. Not when your body violently shakes with need, with desire. You hate it, how you go limp on the ground. How your shaky hands find their way between your legs.

You needed something to soothe the ache. It was unbearable, it was inhumane. You placed your hand over your clothes cunt, moaning touch. You're disgusting, you're vile. You're succumbing to the demons liquid, his drug. It's not enough though, not with how tired your entire body is. You wanted more, no, you need more. Your eyes start to close, body shutting down from the deathly arousal your experiencing.

You miss how the white wolf managed to rid Magnus, having him flee from both of you. It moved to you, shape-shifting as it did. There stood a tall man, long limbs with blonde hair that reached his torso. He carefully picked you up, ignoring the lewd sounds you made when he touched you. You were unconscious, but your body was acting as if it was awake. Your sleepy hands gripped, grabbed, and clutched his body, trying to get closer to him.

The man let out an irritated sigh, eyes closing before he walked with you in his arms. He was dreading the thought of dealing with you and the aphrodisiac, but he took you nonetheless.

"This will be such a hassle," he mutters.

~

Three days. You have been in excruciating pain for three days and who knows how more to go. You were informed by the blonde man who saved you, Alucard, that you were cursed. It was a common one succumbi and incubi used for their victims. It was supposed to drive the person insane with need for an undetermined amount of time. It was painful not being touched, and painful being touched. Essentially, you had to choice to die in heat or be fucked to death.

Alucard was working on a potion, a reversal one that would undo what had been done to you by Magnus. He left you alone most of the time, bringing you food and water that you would nearly vomit. Both of you were beginning a routine; him bringing you food, you telling him that only food you need is dick, him forcing the food down you mouth, and you cumming whenever he grabbed your face to force your lips open.

You were beyond mortified when you had creamed your pants from a mere touch of his hand, but he didn't even mention it. By now, he was used to your howls of need, of pain. The way you voice echoed throughout his castle was a constant reminder of the pain you were in. Alucard treated you more like a cat in heat than a cursed human.

Even if it weren't for the curse, you would still want Alucard to stay besides you. It was so lonely to be in a room, chained to the bed (something he had to do for his and your protection). There was no one to talk to, no one to keep you company during this time, nothing to look at.

Alone.

You tiredly fight against your chained hands, your chained legs. Sweat and tears drip down your face, and you could feel the nonstop wetness dripping onto the bed from between your thighs. You haven't touched yourself once since being here. Though you've came, without meaning to, it's still not enough. There's nothing for your pussy to clamp down on, nothing that you could rub between your thighs.

Instead you just lie there, sobbing and cursing at yourself, and Magnus, at leaving your village. None of this would have happened had you stay there. You would have been with company, with human contact, with the only family you have left. More tears slip down your face, and you know it's not just from painful arousal.

Your thoughts are stopped by the door opening, revealing Alucard who has a tray in his hand. You lift your head up to peer at him, taking in his slender frame, long fingers, gentle eyes, and unblemished skin. Just like that, your saddened thoughts are replaced by the familiar need for sex.

You force your head back down onto the bed, biting your lower lip. You're on the verge of begging him to fuck you, though you know he won't. It's futile to even consider, but the skin on your lip still breaks from staying silent. You close your eyes when you hear his footsteps getting closer, you won't be able to stand it if you see him.

"The potion in done," his voice is gentle besides you. This time you snap you eyes open, head turning to his direction. Your eyes land on the tray that has not only food, but a clear glass. It's swirling with green and blue, some gold flecks fluttering around. You left out a sigh of relief, but it comes out like a moan.

Without thinking, you reach for the bottle. You're quickly restricted by the chains, and you yell from frustration. "Fuck Alucard! Just give it to me." You know you're being rude, and it's the last thing you should be to the man helping you. Still, you're not sure if you're asking for the potion or something else.

He set the tray down on a nearby nightstand, grabbing the glass and looking at you wearily. "It's been days since you've been cursed. You could drink it now, but it would take a few more days for the symptoms to clear," Alucard trails off like there's something else, and truthfully you don't have the patience to keep waiting.

"It's possible to also make the symptoms clear up quickly, just within a few hours. However-"

You trash around the bed impatiently. "I don't care! Heal me quickly. I'm not sure I can take much longer." The smell of him has you keening, drooling at the scent. It's the most he's talked to you, and you're clenching around nothing just at his voice. You fear of what you'll do if you have to withstand this feeling any further, death is seeming like a much better alternative.

Alucard's fingers grip the glass a little more harder, and without a word, he sits at the edge of the bed. The dip of his weight makes you anxious, horny, needy. You pray that he quickly gets on with whatever he has to do, but you also wish he can take you. Your body starts shaking in anticipation. This man hasn't even touched you, yet his mere presence makes you vibrate with arousal.

You watch as his hands ghost over your thighs where your dress ends. Your breath hitches, and you nearly cry when he lifts up the dress. He bunches it at your waist, and when his knuckles graze your flesh, you cum. A sob wrecks your body, and your hips left off the bed. You feel so embarrassed, so disgusted with yourself, yet you can't stop the hot pleasure that raked through your body.

Alucard waits until you flop back down into the bed, heavy breathing. Though he's killed demons and his own father, he's never experienced someone with such a curse. You're tempting to him, your soft skin and pleading eyes. The noises you make are so pretty to him, but he knows better than to think anything else.

He's reserved, tucked away in a castle that teleports at will. He doesn't bother with much companionship, let alone a night with a woman. After what happened last time, he swore to stay away from helping people unless necessary. Humans are deceiving, selfish, and everything his father feared. Still, he has a heart, he had a human mother. There is evil in humans yes, but there is also good.

You don't notice how Alucard's eyes travel your body, how his pants start getting a little tighter around the crotch area. You're so out of it, so desperate, it's nearly impossible to ignore you. It takes unbelievable strength to pull your underwear to the side, more to ignore the way the cloth stick to your pussy. Alucard unconsciously licks his lips.

You moan at the feeling of being exposed, of being looked at. You dare to life your head up, peeking at Alucard who dips his middle finger in the cup to coax it in the liquid. He notices your staring, and looks up. "I promise to do nothing indecent. I just have to insert this inside," he explains.

You only moan in response, opening your legs wider for his access. With gentle movements, Alucard smears his finger all over you clit. You squeal, body quivering from the stimulation. He's applying it like ointment, but what he's doing is anything but doctor-like. Alucard is avoiding your bud, the place where you ache for him to touch the most. You try to maneuver your hips so he could graze it, but he keeps one hand at your hips to keep you still.

Though he's touching you, something you've been praying for since you got to his castle, now it's not enough. You begin begging, pleading with him to touch you. You've lost what decency you had left, opting to succumb to the effects of the curse.

"But I am touching you," Alucard protests. You watch as his lips fight from turning into a smirk. Oh he's into this. Now you finally take in how his tongue keeps licking his lip, how dilated his pupils are, the way his fangs poke out from his -

Wait, fangs?

Surely, you must be hallucinating. Delirious from pleasure that you've began seeing things. You blink a few times, trying to get your eyes right. When you open them, however, they're still there. Your eyes widen in disbelief, in shock. You open your mouth to ask about it, but he slips his finger inside.

You whimper instead, fingers clutching the sheets under you. Your eyes roll back to your head, letting your walls squeeze his finger. You're panting, thoughts of his inhuman teeth forgotten as you finally have something inside you.

"Forgive me if you're a maiden," his voice breaks through your moans. "This is the fastest way to the the results you want. Tell me to stop, I will."

You shake your head so harshly, Alucard worry it might fall off. "No! No," you cry out. "I'm not-fuck! I've had- shiiiiiit," Your mouth fails you. It's impossible to speak now that he's started pumping his finger inside you. It's nothing compared to cock, but it's still long enough to have make you squirm.

"Ahh," Alucard's voice is understanding, "I see." Truthfully, he's glad you're not a virgin. It would have been awkward when you've healed, he can't handle confrontation like that. He gives a few more pumps before he pulls out, a string of your essence still clinging to his finger as if begging to not leave.

"Put it back in!" You sob, fighting against the chains. You're left empty, pussy throbbing like it's also crying. Your teary eyes watch as he dips two fingers into the potion. You almost forgot he was giving you medicine, too distracted with how much your desire pooled for him.

"Please." There's no point in pleading, you know he will give you what you need. Still, the thought of being left here again to endure this pain has you worried. Alucard pulls his fingers out of the glass and rubs the liquid on your clit. This time, he does touch the bundle of nerves. You whimper, head thrown back as you relish in his touch.

Alucard releases his hand from your waist to dip his middle and ring finger into the potion. Now his two fingers on each hand soaked, he moves it to enter your cunt. He watched as you mouth falls open in a loud moan as he pumps and rubs you. You're tightening so much around him, convulsing like he's exorcising a demon.

A quiet groan escaped his mouth when you start fucking yourself on his fingers. With the little free movements you have, you shift your hips upwards and downwards. You don't have much energy, but doing this makes it so that his fingers are able to hit your sweet spots.

Alucard speeds up his movements on rubbing you, feeling your insides spasm around his fingers. You're close again, and your lower half is so sticky from all the combined wetness. You don't bother counting on how many times you've finished from his hands, but in how skilled he is. Alucard's movements are calculated, soft, and gentle. Despite making your pussy squelch and squirt, he does it as elegant as ever.

With another loud moan, you cum on his hand, letting your hips still as you savor your orgasm. Eyes closed, legs stiff, and mouth hanging open, Alucard pulls his finger completely away from your body. You gasp, looking up to see him eyeing your spasming walls. Sure, you might need this 'healing' more than him, but he looks as desperate.

It's not until you see Alucard move to the bottle that you notice it's almost empty. Truthfully, you've began to feel the beginning parts of the working medicine. You can think a little clearer, your head isn't pounding as hard, and your body doesn't ache as painfully with desire. Still, your body craves more. From the curse or from your own yearning, only God knows.

"Wait," you speak up. Alucard halts his movements, fingers just above the cup. "What is it?" He asks, "Are you in pain?" Some of the lust in his eyes was replaced with worry, and you would've melted on the spot had you not had your exposed pussy bared to him.

"No, I'm fine," your voice is reassuring. "Actually, I think it's working." Alucard nods, "It seems so, you can speak in full sentences now." You laugh at his words, a little embarrassed at your previous behavior. You chew on your lower lip, now able to feel some shame from what you want to ask.

"Is it possible to..." you trail off. Your eyes scan your nude legs, his wet fingers, then your eyes land on the tent in his pants. Alucard notices this, blushing at your bold vision. "To what?" He pushes. Even if you're being very direct with your eyes, he still needs that verbal confirmation.

You think on how to word it properly so that you don't further humiliate yourself. Then you think, fuck it. "You have already seen my womanhood and felt it yourself. What's the harm in using your cock to apply the serum?" There, you asked him. You let out an exhale, surprised at yourself with your own bluntness.

His eyes widen, then he scans your body. You're tied, chained to the bed. You can't do him any harm even if you wished to, plus you did not seem skilled in hunting demons or anything of the sort. Alucard weighs the pros and cons in his head before coming to a conclusion. "I suppose you're right, there is no difference at this point."

Alcuard stands off the bed, and you watch in anticipation as he rids himself of his pants. Wet hands untie the knot, gently dragging the material down his thighs, calfs, until he hits his ankles. Even in undressing, he is as poise as ever. With nothing underneath, you watch how his dick touches his lower abdomen, the head screaming to the played with.

A hum leaves your lips, legs opening a little wider upon seeing him. Alucard is far too embarrassed to look at you, but you can tell he appreciates your reaction from the red in his face. You yank of the chains enough to have them rattle, forcing him to look up at you. "Rid of these quickly. I think my arms are about to fall off."

You watch as his expression falls a little, a small look of pain crosses his eyes. "I cannot."

You raise an eyebrow, "You cannot?" He nods, confirming your question. "I find it more...comfortable to keep you bind." His tone is set, but the way his eyes meet yours shows his nervousness. You sigh, a little irritated at his request. You click your tongue a few times, thinking. "What about my legs then? Could you unchain them at least?"

He taps his chin thoughtfully, almost forgetting the fact that his dick is still out and proud. "Yes," Alucard comes to a resolution. "Tell me if you feel discomfort." You thank him and watch as he bends over to the bed, easily opening the clamps on your ankles to set you free.

Once your legs are released, you stretch. You feel a few bones pop and groan in satisfaction. Alucard chuckles at you, now finding himself on the bed as he crawls to your hips. Without missing a beat, you reopen your legs. You push your knees up to your chest, letting him adjust in front of you.

Anticipation relights in your chest as you observe him between your legs. Alucard soothingly rubs his hands up and down the back of your thighs, planting kisses on your somewhat sore ankles.

Gentle, you think. You haven't been with a lover in a while, and to be treated so tenderly after so long does something to you. Alucard's sweet, golden eyes meet you. Though you can see the passion and lust in them, you can't help but see fear. It's strange. Why is he one scared when you're the one who's tied? At his will and power literally beneath him, yet it's him who trembles in anxiousness.

"I'm not going to hurt you," you don't know why you say it. Perhaps it's because you want to make him feel better. A part of you regrets even speaking up, but that feeling goes away quickly when he smiles almost shyly at you. "I know," he says. "It's just been a while."

You were going to say that you have also been abstinent, but you moan instead when you feel the head of his cock sliding against your clit. From the previous cum and orgasms, Alucard finds himself humping against you eagerly. He uses his hands to reach down and press his cock harder against you, making sure to apply pressure.

You quiver, eyes locked on his as you hear the slickness of your connecting bodies. Alucard keeps his other hand at the back of you thigh to keep your leg open. His hips move with determination, captivated by your soft flesh.

The curse has not yet fully gone away, so it's not long before you feel the impending build up of yet another orgasm. You're moaning at every thrust Alcuard provides you to let him know that you're close. He watches how his dick glistens from your wetness despite not even being inside you once. Alucard knows it's just the curse effects, but a small part of his hopes it's from his actions.

Just to experiment, Allured dips the head of his cock into your entrance before sliding back out. You clench around emptiness, suddenly eager to cream his cock. "Alucard," his name is magic on your tongue. He doesn't even need to ask what you need nor do you need to say more. You both want it inside.

Alucard groans as he gentle slides his cock in you. There's little to no resistance, and even if there was, you would take only pleasure in the stretch. It's already hard not to when he fills you up so nicely, his girth spreading your lower lips perfectly. You didn't intend to come with his first breach, but you did anyway.

Your body tightens, your warm walls clamping on his dick like you did to his fingers not too long ago. An actual whimper leaves his lips, and you only squeeze him tighter. You can feel yourself pulsing around him, the leaking of your cum down your ass. Surely, you must look exhausted. With a heaving chest, sweaty body, and knotted hair, there must be nothing appealing to your appearance.

Still, Alucard finds beauty in your afterglow. The wet and dry cum spread between your thighs, the way your eyes seem to gloss over every time you finish, truly a sight to behold. It's been so long since he has experienced pleasure to this extent. Alcuard will cherish this moment for as long as he can.

It's why he thrusts into you again, relishing in your overstimulated noises. All you can do, and want to do, is take it. Let Alucard take you as he pleases, as he deserves. He's been so patient, so kind. This is the last he deserves.

Now that both of his hands are on your thighs, you start honing in on his touches. His long hair tickles your legs, even a part of your stomach when he leans down to get a better angle. His fingers dig into your soft flesh, almost possessively. His mouth is open, panting as he fucks into you.

Even in his most primal state, Alucard is still graceful in his movements. You don't think it's possible for any man to look as beautiful as he does in the moment, yet here he is. You unconsciously tug at the restraints at your wrists, desperate to touch him, to kiss him.

His pink, soft lips are all you can look at while Alucard is too distracted with looked at how your cunt eats him up. Now with more confidence, he lifts your legs higher. He pins your thighs to your chest so tightly that it constricts some of your air flow. The current mating press has him close to your face, dick adjusting to the new position.

There's no way you can't not pay attention to his mouth now, his breath on your skin. Alucard is on his feet now, crouched so he could slam into your overstimulated pussy perfectly. He's so deep, so thick that you feel his tip go almost in to your cervix. You cry out, eyes teary as he finally looks up at you.

Alucard looks at you as if he's hurt you, but now he can see the pure lust gaze you have. It's almost as if Alucard had heard your wish to kiss him because the next thing you know, those same lips are pressing down on yours. You moan into his mouth, a sudden burst of pleasure explodes in your stomach.

"Holy shit," you manage to speak. Your legs are spasming insanely, his grip had turned a little harsh just to keep you still. You don't pulling away from his sloppy kiss, you know his thighs must be soaked in your cum.

He is first to break the kiss, letting out a choked laugh before driving into you harder. You didn't even get the chance to come down from your high. Instead, your body moves like a rag doll underneath him from the intense overstimulation. Now you're somewhat thankful for the chains, you have something to grab onto without worry of hurting anyone (besides yourself).

Alucard knows he won't last much longer. Not only is his dick going to explode, but his legs will give out from staying at a squatting position. With loud groans and unfocused eyes, you know he's close. After days of watching your struggle, the desperation for Alucard's touch, he finally gets to soak in all your being.

A part of you wishes that you could do more for him, but the way his face begins to twist in pleasure tells you that he's perfectly happy with how things are now. His hips stutter, your name leaves his lips in aroused chants, and he pulls out.

You gasp at the sudden lost of contact, immediately begging for him to put it back in. Though you have cum an already unknown amount of times on his cock and fingers, you think it's only fair for him to get the same treatment in finishing in your soft pussy no matter how fuck out you are.

He ignores your wails though, he continues stroking himself the completion on your stomach. Wet cum sprouts on your tummy, legs still stuck in the previous position. Though you know you should be grateful for him not cumming inside, you're still thoroughly disappointed. Alucard has the same feeling as you, but he's still gentleman.

You slowly let your legs down, wincing at the soreness and stiffness you're met with. Alucard is quick to help you, gently placing your legs on the bed. You're still breathing heavily, on the brink of passing out when he awkwardly lays besides you. From the way he's panting, he's also just as tired as you.

It takes a while before he's able to speak, turning his head to you. "Are you okay?"

You laugh, also turning to meet his eyes, "Yes, Alucard. I feel great." He hums thoughtfully at your answer, a soft smile on his lips. You want to talk to him more. You want to ask about his castle, how he seems like to be the only one here, where he came from, where he learned to fuck like that.

Despite your curiosity, sleep gets the best of you. And you think this will be the first time you get a good nights rest in years.

a/n: this is my man frfr

taglist: @whatamidoing89, @panda-wolf, @fatgumsbby, @nekohollowsychogoth

[heraadora]

You're the epitome of a bitter lesbian LMAO. Let me guess, male figure in your life hurt you and now anything male adjacent makes you repulsed? Trauma reeks out of your posts and trying to make heterosexual women detach from men because of YOUR personal issues is so funny. It really does read as a 16 year old girl who never truly grew out of that black-white mentality. Seeing a whole rant about how PIV sex is "evil actually" and "needs lube" when sufficient foreplay and a gentle hand is all that's needed as the fluids that come out with arousal is PLENTY. You disconnect the inherent emotional weight sex comes with.

There's a reason why women and men who get raped have a stronger psychological reaction than if they were beat. Sex comes with a million barriers that directly wire to your brain that drastically alters when it's taken without consent. You can easily delve into research that doesn't abide by your inherent biases by saying "it hurts!" When it easily can NOT hurt. Or adjust with, again, the gentle hands of a partner.

Let me guess, you advocate for women and men to whore themselves out with no clear direction? Having meaningless one night stands that leave them devoid and hungry for more, an ACTUAL relationship? Humans are social creatures. Much of the real pleasure is found in that connection, and sex is like a physical manifestation of a love between two; callously removing that makes you no better than a wild hedonistic dog with no grasp of conscience. Mindless pleasure that just brings a brief, superficial boost in dopamine that subsides in an instant when you're just using "a self warming toy" 💀

(Also, telling women not to have PIV sex while suggesting toys that serve to directly mimic PIV sex is genuinely so fucking stupid and defeats the entire purpose??? were you ACTUALLY thinking a thought or was past trauma that you can't glam up for Tumblr hitting your face again sweaty?)

Statistically, 75% Woman experience pain in PIV:

And I am not at all triggered. Foreplay and natural bodily fluids still won't help with the fact that PIV will start to hurt right after the threshold of 5 minutes in and you will need additional lube to take care of that or else you will end in serious Vaginal wall injury.

If you penetrate with mere bodily fluid it will start to hurt while inserting as you will be able to feel the rough skin texture and inside of Vaginal wall is sensitive and can cause irritation. Depending on your hymen size it will hurt from a little bit to downright bleeding and excruciating kind of pain. If you have a naturally big opening at birth it might slip easily or else you will have to do manual exercise for at least a couple months before actually pursuing it.

Also, You are the one writing coke rant on my month old Tumblr Post where I am showing people the reality of PIV Sex. If anyone is showing signs of clear trauma it's frankly you. And I am not traumatized by any man. I never fucked them. I am a Lesbian. I just know about how sex actually works and the people I fuck manage to get me off without making my vagina Bleed out in a insufferable level of pain in order to jerk their pee pee inside my hole and treat me as a broodmare rag doll.

Maybe you are a trad wife straight woman with insurmountable and parasitic level of attachment to the phallaus even though you never knew how it feels to have your mind going high at the moment of your 20th orgasm and that makes you bitter at lesbians who simply tell you to grow a spine and try alternatives like rose toys and vibrators. In that case you should get over your personal past trauma of being called a cock sucker whore for being such a ardent defender of PIV by some random terf tumblr account so that you can make peace with the fact that majority of woman and their body isn't accommodated enough to deal with PIV sex and there are plenty of sexual activities that are objectively much more erotically and physically pleasurable than PIV, and much more safer, healthier, better, and things that actually make you come, if you are a Female.

Either this or the last portion of your writing sort of gives off this weird impression that you are a straight man. So in case you are a straight man, umm..... your ex gf or gf or wife or whatever woman that bothered sleeping with you- lied about loving it and having a orgasm. She probably just wanted to be nice. You probably saw her releasing body fluids and then basically thought that is the marker of orgasm. When that's not even how orgasm works. The physical marker of orgasm is something only the woman who experienced it can tell. Majority of straight woman don't even know how a orgasm is supposed to feel because they never experienced it in the first place. You seriously think you made her climax? Really? LOL.

And about that sex toys comment,,,,,, I think you should know how sex toys actually look like. Since you are illiterate and that's probably because you are a man , here are a couple pictures of female accommodated sex toys. They range from vibrators to rose toys to Vagina Shaped Flesh Light for the purpose of Vaginal Scissoring and sensation of oral sex.

Anyways, It was a very sudden message. Putting radtwt tags on my post so that Our Radfem Ladies, Lesbian Girls, Femmes, Dykes and Knight in Armor and Prince Charming Butches can read it and have a good laugh out of it.

[dudja]

POV: when the old-heads ask me why I keep breaking the rules at work: #comedy #memes #funny #rules

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AN/Disclaimer • Soft sex, fingering, piv, so sappy it hurts actually, fem! reader

This fic has references to my other work Something Blue, but mostly works as a standalone!

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You undress in the bathroom slowly. You’re aware that Giyuu lingers just beyond the door, awaiting your arrival. He never seemed to care about undressing in front of you, even when navigating how you actually wanted to go about being husband and wife. He might’ve barely been able to kiss you, or share a bed, but didn’t mind you seeing him completely nude.

You have much more apprehension about your body. Even thinking about him seeing your nude chest or legs (especially spread beneath him) makes your head spin. Truly you could’ve finished undressing quite some time ago, but are still hesitant to completely remove your last barrier between his eyes and your body.

“Giyuu,” you call. Resting your head against the door you sigh. “I don’t know if I can do this after all.” This night has been carefully planned, but your embarrassment is simply too strong. Maybe if you were blindfolded, or if he could just fuck you clothed. What’s supposed to be a silly stray thought seems almost convincing in your cloudy head.

Your husband cracks the door open slightly, just so one of his blue eyes can look at your face. “That’s fine. We can just go to bed.” And though the words should be reassuring it just makes the guilt bite into you harder. He shows no regret, no anger, or anything negative at all. That doesn’t change the fact that you feel like he deserves to have something nice. It’ll be nice for you too.

Gathering courage you step out and into the room fully. Your cotton robe sits on your body still, but if needed it could be easily removed. You still can’t look into his eyes, but you do lean into his touch. Tomioka wraps his hands loosely around your waist. You bury your face within his chest, a favorite hiding place of yours.

“Or uh- we can just see where things go.” You have to force out the words before you can change your mind once more. The knot in your stomach tightens slightly.

He picks you up, something the man seems to enjoy doing. The subtle show of strength has always driven you crazy, and now it feeds further into your frenzied state. You’ve only been lifted for a brief moment, the bed mere feet away, but you soak up the feeling while it lasts. Giyuu’s hold always manages to stay gentle even as he supports your complete weight.

Once laid over the sheets he leans over to linger on top of you. His gaze is slightly unnerving, eyes focusing solely on you. “Do you want to kiss?” The words sound slightly clumsy on his tongue. Giyuu has never been good with his words. It’s endearing in its own way.

You keep your arms wrapped lazily around his neck. “I wan- I want to do more than kiss.” The words are hard to force out. They’re not as seductive as you meant them to be, but it still makes Tomioka’s cheeks burst with a blush.

He leans down slowly to put his mouth over yours. Kissing is one of your favorite things, a skill you’ve worked hard to master over the past few months. It’s why you’re so quick to let your tongue peek out, looking to explore his mouth further. For now, the man uses one hand to hold himself up, the other cradling the back of your head. It curls into your hair, keeping you pressed against him.

For a few minutes, all you do is kiss. Every time you move in deeper you feel another pulse between your legs, arousal starting to make its way through your body. The shyness you felt is still strong but takes a backseat in your mind for now.

Spurred onwards your kisses eventually drift away from his lips and instead move down his neck. This territory is still relatively familiar, keeping you placated for the moment. His hand grips your head harder, urging you into his chest. Cute little pants fall from his lips, bouncing against the top of your head.

You’re not really sure how leaving hickies works if you’re doing it right. For a few seconds, you simply lick and suck at a spot, which occasionally turns into a cute purple bruise. Giyuu is always surprisingly gentle with you and hardly leaves any marks in return. Even when you urge him against your neck or shoulders you’re lucky if you’re left with one or two little spots. You’re always excited to leave reminders of your own love.

After a few pretty pieces have been scattered over his collarbones you let him have his turn with you. Slowly you edge closer to the end of everything he’s done to you. Normally after kissing, you’ll pant for a few minutes, calm down, and go back to normal cuddling. Giyuu never dips his lips below your shoulders, never lets his hands move from a soft hold on your waist.

When he lets his teeth barely scrape over the top of your robe it forces a shudder out of you. Embarrassingly your hips twitch upwards, nudging into his own. The only bit of cloth covering you is flimsy and shifts easily with every bit of movement. Still not ready to be completely exposed your hand tugs the fabric back over your legs, keeping it overlapped.

Surprisingly Tomioka lets his teeth dip into your skin again. It’s hard to catch his gaze when his head hovers right below your chin, but you do manage to see his eyes looking up at you through thick lashes. The warmth in his eyes seems less innocent and forces your stomach to curl again. You don’t know if you want to push him closer or pull him away.

He makes the decision for you. With another chaste kiss pressed over the beginnings of the hickey he draws back to eye level. Giyuu’s hand uncups the back of your head, moving instead to tug at your robe.

“Can I see you now?” His voice is slightly hoarse. As he speaks you can only focus on how red and wet his lips are. The arousal and anxiety fight inside of you. The idea of pushing him back and going to bed like normal is slightly alluring, but you’re more excited by the feeling of his lips exploring more of his skin.

With a quick nod, you usher him to pull your robe open. As he tugs the fabric to the side your eyes fall shut, nervous at his reaction. You’re still not completely exposed, but now both you and Giyuu are only protected by thin strings of underwear. The man might be comfortable without a shirt, but you’ve never had your chest exposed to him.

Your husband attempts to comfort you with a few gentle kisses. While his mouth keeps you distracted a hand slowly rises to cup one of your breasts. The feeling isn’t exactly pleasurable, but it’s vaguely nice to feel his skin against yours. At the very least it works to calm your racing heart. He can probably feel the way it thumps under your skin.

When you’ve started to relax back into the sheets Giyuu pulls back to gaze at your nude chest. His eyes are blown wide, focused on your hardening nipples. As his mouth moves to kiss one of your tits as a thumb rubs over the other.

His hand works hard to stimulate your nipple. The rough callouses you know well only aid his attempts. You find your back curling again, small whimpers falling from your lips. When Tomioka captures the other nipple in his lips and sucks hard, an embarrassingly loud moan triumphs over all the other noises you’ve made. He repeats the action a few times. Each time you let out a strangled cry his teeth scrape over the delicate flesh.

As he drinks in the noises his actions get bolder. You weave one hand into his hair and occasionally claw at his back with the other. You’re trying to be gentle too, but as his movements inspire a fire in you, you can’t help the way your nails sink into his skin. Giyuu’s hand moves down to your waist, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. Slowly he brushes one of your legs to the side, so he can slot one of his own between yours.

It’s tempting to grind down on the thigh hovering right below your pussy. You’re still not entirely sure how any of this works, but it felt good to buck your hips upwards earlier. The fire in your stomach is only growing, curling around your insides. It appears the man is experiencing something similar—If the feeling of his length hardening against your thigh is anything to go off of. You let your leg shift slightly to rub directly against the area. As he slides against you his dick drags over your skin.

Despite all your own whimpers and urging, you’re still surprised when he lets out a low groan in return. There’s suddenly a bit of stickiness, wetness, that you can feel even through his fundoshi. The head of his cock is pressed against the wet fabric, kissing your body in turn. As he continues to mess with your breasts you’re suddenly caught with the urge to pull him back. As you lightly tug on his hair, forcing him off your body, he looks back into your eyes.

Struggling to form words you find your hips wiggling again. “Can you, um- can you t-touch me?” The unspecific request can barely escape your throat. His face is already as red as possible, but you’re sure if he could then the man would blush even more. His leg moves upwards, directly against the heat of your cunt.

“You want it here?” Whether he’s trying to be seductive or not the words send another shudder through your body. Biting your lip you nod.

Softly he presses another kiss on the corner of your lips. His hand pulls from your waist and traces over the thin panties you wear. After only a few minutes of slow kissing and vague bumping you’re already soaked. The fabric sticks to your body, outlining your pussy. As his fingers pet your cunt, he doesn’t yet bother to remove the cloth. His fingers poke and prod until you let out soft little moans in response. As your back arches upwards you fling an arm over your face. The sight of his eyes working across your nude body brings the nervousness back. It means that his touches are more of a surprise than before, heightening the feel.

When he peels off the last piece of armor you shudder at the cool air pushing against your insides. Your husband is unbearably slow as he inches the fabric down your legs. He lifts your foot upwards and lets his lips linger against your ankle as he finally discards them. Peeking out from the shield of your arm is a grave mistake. The man looms over you, staring down at your exposed cunt. His eyes look almost black, hues darker than their usual dusty blue. Flushed cheeks and red lips lead your eyes further down, which then move to his smooth chest. Giyuu’s dick is the only thing not yet exposed, but with how it pushes against his fundoshi there’s not much left to the imagination. You’re quick to hide your face again, which is embarrassingly met with a chuckle from Giyuu.

He leans forward, keeping your ankle resting against his shoulder. Like this you’re left completely bare, your cunt exposed. Without the barrier between skin, his touches are much more noticeable. He’s trying hard to be gentle, but you still can barely handle the sensations. There’s lube somewhere to the side of the futon, but you’re wet enough that his fingers glide through easily for now. As he spreads your labia apart Tomioka rubs small circles into your skin. He works his way upwards slowly until he finds your clit, pressing his thumb against it. Never having touched the spot before you’re not expecting the burst of electricity that courses through you.

“Oh Giyuu, ngh please there,” you cry out. You’re less ashamed about rubbing your hips against his hand this time, prompting him to touch the spot again. Your husband experiments with different methods of touching the spot, curling his fingers against it, or drawing more patterns. It’s tempting to beg him to just do this, chase after your own pleasure, and end it here.

Despite your happy whimpers and pleas that fall from your lips he eventually moves from the spot, finally moving to the actual opening of your cunt. As he pokes a finger in, almost fearfully, you’re surprised at how easily it moves inside. The man buries the single finger as far as he can push it in. Though the feeling isn’t as magical as when he was messing with your clit, there’s a different kind of pleasure derived from it. His finger is warm, pumping in and out slowly. It curls around your insides, poking at your insides.

It’s almost relaxing in a way. Even when he slips in another finger you’re loose enough to remain unbothered by the larger intrusion. You let your arm move off your face, instead choosing to admire the man as he focuses on your cunt. The embarrassment is mostly gone now, floating to the back of your mind. The sight of Tomioka is much more appealing than any worrying thoughts.

His dark hair is loose, slipping over his shoulders. It matches beautifully with the pink and purple marks that cover his skin. Most of the bruises are rather faint, but a few purple blotches and teeth marks line his chest. Your eyes float down to admire the sparse hair that disappears below his fundoshi. Maybe next time you’ll convince that man to let you explore his body first instead, have him spread out before you with your hand stroking his length.

Distracted by his appearance you’re caught by surprise when he stretches his two fingers open. Testing the elasticity of your pussy forces a loan moan from your throat. Giyuu’s eyes flicker back toward your face before recreating the motion. Your face contorts again, eyes rolling upwards. With each repeat of the movement more wetness spills from your insides, urging him to continue. Your ankle sits on his shoulder still, but the hand holding it switches back to your hip.

Pinning you in place he swings his fingers upwards again. You’re stomach twists even tighter. A third finger is added so smoothly that you hardly notice. It’s stretching you wide open effortlessly. There’s a slight burn now, but the pain is negligible. It’s testing the boundaries of your cunt, attempting to see if you’re anywhere near ready to take his dick.

As your moans fade away, Giyuu slows his pace slightly. “Is it, is it hurting now?” His eyebrows knit slightly, lust slightly wavering.

In an attempt to calm him, you try to draw the man toward you. Your hip is still lifted high on his shoulder, fingers buried inside you. Brushing some hair away from his face you press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“It’s fine. I don’t feel as ah- good? Not good, pleasurable I think- Or uh, fuck.” You laugh against his lips. Trying to put together a coherent sentence with your scattered mind is nearly impossible. “It doesn’t hurt.” You finally settle for answering his question more directly.

There’s a cute little pout on his face as he tries to understand your nonsense. “Should I stop?” His fingers settle back together, giving your walls a chance to relax.

Distracted by his red face and slick lips it takes a few moments to create a proper response. “N-no! I wanna do this with you. It just feels like, like there’s fingers inside me.” You giggle again. Most of the shyness has been washed away, instead replaced by a mixture of pure admiration and desperateness.

The man presses another kiss against your lips and begins to pump his fingers again. As he tickles the bottom of your G-spot your walls squeeze him again. Sighing happily you keep your arms wrapped around his neck, holding the man close to you. The pleasure of his lips returning to your neck is better than that of his fingers, which are slowly stretching you again. But you’re placated, content to feel him so close.

Once the glide is once again smooth, giving way to more intense pleasure, Giyuu removes his fingers entirely. You whimper at the empty feeling. Your cunt attempts to tighten around nothing, struggling to return to its original state.

As he pulls back you’re shocked to find the man looking just as desperate. “Do you think that’s enough?” His voice wavers at the end, eyes looking straight into yours. He lets your leg lower for a moment, the muscles groaning in relief.

“S-sorry, I’m meant to take care of you too.” Pushing yourself into a seated position you stretch your sore muscles. Drawing him towards you, you let his hips slot in between yours.

“It’s fine.” He’s trying to sound cool and even, but his breath picks up as his dick brushes against your leg. When you let your thigh purposefully drag against him again his fingers dig into your skin.

Reaching down blindly you brush your hand over the tip of his cock. The fundoshi is nearly soaked through, precum making the fabric slightly transparent. Reaching towards his side you tug the side of the fabric until it slips free and comes undone. Casting the fabric to the side so it can disappear with the rest of your clothes, you’re finally met with the sight of his exposed cock.

The tip is a soft brownish pink, barely peeking out from the cover of his foreskin. The entire shaft is soft pale skin to match the rest of his body. Though you were already aware of its length, it’s much more intimidating when uncovered.

Looking back up, Tomioka’s eyes are closed. His bottom lip is stuck beneath his teeth, eyebrows knit closed together. Paying close attention to how his face twitches and shifts, your hand slowly wraps around his cock. Watching his eyes fly open you squeeze the skin slightly. “Is that how I’m supposed to do it?” Curiously you move your hand in a vague pumping motion.

“L-like that.” Tomioka leans into your shoulder, sucking in sharp breaths as you move again. Testing out different holds you find a pressure that draws the best noises out of him. Each sigh and groan blows warm air into your ear. He lets his tongue occasionally peek out to lick at the skin.

Stopping for a moment you fumble around the sheets until you find the small bottle of oil saved for this. Grabbing the tiny jar and popping the top off you let the slick substance slide over your hand. When you grab his dick again the movement is ten times smoother. As you continue with the motions you spread the lube back onto his cock.

Pulling back you kiss him again, deep and tender. Your dry hand moves up to cup his face. His hands guide you to lie in the sheets once again. Stretching your legs wide apart you watch him guide his length in between.

As he parts your cunt apart and dives back into it a loud involuntary moan leaps from your throat. The noise bounces into Giyuu’s mouth, which is swallowed as he keeps his mouth over yours.

The intrusion is nothing like his fingers. It’s bigger, solid, reaching deeper inside you. One of his hands reaches down clumsily until it reaches your clit again. Dragging the skin upwards he echoes earlier motions to further stimulate you. It serves as a wonderful distraction from the slight burning stretch.

Pulling back his hips slightly he pushes deep into you again. You’ve tucked yourself into his shoulder, face buried in his smooth hair. Gripping the dark locks you tug gently with each bump of his dick inside of you.

As your walls relax slightly the feeling inside you grows more and more pleasurable. Tomioka moves in slow even strokes that don’t push you too much. His pace is almost perfect in its consistency. You clench around his cock. There’s a constant wetness still managing to escape your cunt, as stuffed as you are. Your body is probably doing more work to ease the movement than the oil is.

As both of you settle back into something familiar you’re able to explore other aspects. His fingers continue to rub at your clit, occasionally dipping down to trace the edges of your hole as he enters it. Your lips mold to his, barely pulling away to breathe.

Your hands are still wound in his hair. One wanders down to feel the muscles in his back flex as he fucks you. His strength is a blessing, being able to hold you and keep moving constantly, barely breaking a sweat. Your own body is coated in a fine layer of sweat despite the considerably less amount of work you’ve done.

Pushing yourself up slightly you crane a hand forward to grip your knee. Giyuu nearly stops, curious at your movement. Right as he slowly thrusts back in you manage to yank your leg upwards. Your other leg is folded too but hasn’t quite bent against your chest like the other has. With more space around your cunt Giyuu slips even deeper inside. His hips slap yours as he’s pushed in fully. Realizing the purpose of your actions he slips his hand away from your pussy (which is a tragic loss) and helps to hoist your other leg upwards too. It forces a strangled scream as his thrusts get more furious.

Your husband is the closest to you he’s ever been. It’s a far cry from when he was too scared to even be in the same room as you. Over time it shifted to small things, letting his hand brush against yours, a shy kiss or murmured compliment. Now he lets his tongue lick over your skin as he fucks into you as hard as humanly possible. (Actually, you’re fairly certain that he could thrust into you much harder, but you’d probably die in the process.)

“I love you!” The declaration falls from your lips easily. The simple phrase sounds deceivingly erotic as it echoes through the air. “Oh Giyuu, please. I need you so bad, you’re so amazing, I love you-“ Continuing to blabber mindlessly you hold yourself tighter against him.

Pushing all the way inside you he grinds his hips against yours. His pubic hair now stimulates your cunt, scratching you deliciously. Though your hips burn with the stretch you keep them angled upwards. With his body keeping you in place your hands are free to roam again.

“G-giyuu I’m gonna, ngh- I’m gonna cum. I think I’m gonna cum!” The feeling in your body builds up higher and higher. Tomioka’s hand gropes your breasts while the other keeps digging into your hips.

He keeps forcing his cock deeper into you. Pulling you closer he plunges inside you one last time and grinds down harder on your pussy.

Opening your mouth you force out one more grunt. Your body curls up around him and then flexes backward. Your hands are probably ripping out his hair, muscles clenched tight. As he starts to slowly hump you again— guiding you through the feeling —you shudder.

You’re surprised when he pulls out completely, cock still wet and hard. As he lowers you to the ground you go limp. He sits between your legs now, still breathing heavily. Giyuu’s hand drifts back to his dick.

With a tired sigh, you force yourself upwards. Nudging his arms away you scoot back onto his lap. His arms wrap around your waist more gently. “Can I take care of you now?” Batting your eyelashes you let your hand sink back into his lap. It takes a bit more shuffling (which must be upsetting for Tomioka, further prolonging his release) to get into a proper position. Sitting on his thighs it’s easy to reach down to his dick. It jumps in your grasp immediately. Covered in your own wetness the slide is smooth and quick as you recall your earlier motions.

Your forehead dips down to touch his. As your breath mingles both sets of eyes look down at the length in your hands. Pushing a thumb against his slit causes him to jolt violently. He nearly knocks you off his lap.

Looking back to him you try not to laugh as you speak. “Was that good? Or did it hurt?”

“You’ll know if you hurt me.” His voice is so raw and gravelly. It sends shivers down your spine.

Pressing on his tiny slit again you rub your thumb over the seam. The rest of your fingers trace over his foreskin or the small veins that raise up over the member. As you dip down to the base you can see more evidence of your release left in his pubic hair.

You’re so distracted by the smallest movements and jumps that you’re shocked by his orgasm. As pearls of cum spill from his tip you’re quick to spring into action. Rising slightly you angle your hips to let him plunge inside you. Lowering your cunt onto him once more you allow him to finish releasing within your warm walls. You’re jolting with each burst of his cum.

Giyuu grips your hips to bring you down to sit on his cock fully. Caught by surprise his moans get cut off as he holds you tighter. His back arches just like how yours did, mouth opening to let out a scream. Once he gets his voice back he can only manage unintelligible grunts.

When Tomioka collapses backward you’re left still sitting on top of him. Moving slowly, aware of the intrusion within you, you settle your chest on top of his. His cock is softening inside your walls, shrinking slightly. It feels strange now that he’s not thrusting into you.

His arms wrap around your back. It seems that the tiredness has finally caught up to the man. Underneath you, his chest rises and falls slowly. Raising your head you look down at his face. Tomioka’s bangs stick to his forehead, pasted on with sweat. Brushing them off to the side you clear his eyesight so your husband can have the pleasure of looking at you as well.

The smile that blooms on your face is natural. Curling over him you press a kiss to his cheek. Both hands cup his face, keeping him close to you. “Thank you. You’re amazing.” In between words you sneak in more kisses. The chaste nervous feeling has come back. But it feels better this time somehow, accompanied by giddiness and a relaxed feeling.

With a groan Giyuu wraps his arms around you. As you press into his chest your head settles on his shoulder. He seems content to lie there and let you trace his features. Warm breath bounces against you fingers as they trace his cheeks.

“I love you.” He’s said the words before, and they never fail to make your heart melt. Turning he presses a sloppy kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you too.” You fumble around before managing to push yourself up. Falling to the side you let his cock escape from your insides. The rush of cum that leaves after makes you shiver.

You should probably clean up. Or move from the sheets soaked with all kinds of juices. It’s more tempting to stay curled beside Giyuu. Eventually you’ll be uncomfortable and sticky enough to be prompted to move. For now you’re content to be wrapped up in your husbands arms.

[red-fem]

Something I dont see mentioned in the abortion conversation is that needing an abortion is a sign of having been at the receiving end of misogyny. And not just any misogyny, but a particularly perverse kind at the very center of patriarchal society - one dealing with mens entitlement to sexual access to women at the expense of said women.

For a man to proceed with PIV, he must be accepting of and willing to risk a woman getting pregnant against her wishes, for the sake of his own momentary pleasure. He must not truly take the risk of unwanted pregnancy placed upon her, or its (potential) effects on her mental and/or physical well being seriously - instead he must downplay them, see them as an overreaction, detach himself from her (potential) pain. At the fundamental level, his sexual pleasure must be more important to him than her well being, as in - he cannot be, must not be, fundamentally opposed to the said risk. As if this hasnt been the (sexual) dynamic between the sexes since the dawn of the patriarchy.

In modern society a man may relieve his conscience by "doing all he could" in wearing a condom. This is posited as the most one can do as a man, and the potential of pregnancy as an inevitability that simply is, and must be accepted, if one is to engage in "sex" (as sex is equated with PIV). Of course, a man cannot possibly be expected not to wish to put such a risk upon the woman whatsoever, as his (penetrative) sexual access to the woman is seen as his "right", an understandable desire, a need even. The risk put upon the woman is thus made his right, desire, and need. And things being as they are, the woman can too feel as though the man she engages in (penetrative) sex with has her best interests in mind with his willingness to wear a condom. He will be deemed non misogynistic for it (as he "cares" "enough"), and the woman might even get impressed (shit men make less shit men look great yadda yadda).

The point of my post is to highlight male misogyny, as it is far too often obscured behind womens own willingness to put themselves at the mentioned risk, and to downplay their own (potential) pain (as if that doesnt have root in the same form of patriarchal socialization). Can we stop absolving men of misogynistic guilt?

The man youre sleeping with hates you, hope this helps. (this is a hyperbolic joke)

[the-green-bucks-fire-hydrants]

This is a Post Indicator Valve (PIV). It indicates the status of the fire hydrant main. In this case it is open. April 2024. Photo by the green buck

[quaememinisse]

Title: You can scream my name as loud as you need to

Plot: smut, PIV, unprotected shmegs, orgasms

Pairing: Pedro x OFC

Author’s note: I am on vacation in Puerto Rico. And feeling some type of way.

Pedro’s bet made Eden laugh awkwardly the first time he made it one warm summer night the previous year, at an after party for a film festival they decided to attend, despite wanting to stay home and…do other things. Beneath the heat of Pedro’s rapidly swinging hips, she tries to remember why he even came up with this bet. They had gotten into some really edgy conversation with two other couples and some director she cannot recall the name of, as another orgasm seizes her whole being…a woman had said that her husband had given her the most orgasms of her life in the most romantic locations.

Paris being on of them, followed by Santorini. Pedro had taken a step closer, towered over Eden, stared her in the eyes with a sweet and simultaneously smitten, dirty, chocolatey gaze, and half-joked to Eden, who thought at the time that they were just very good friends who had crossed the line and started having a fling, he bet he could give her the most earth shattering orgasms in the Spanish-speaking places of the world. Eden had blushed maddeningly, sipping her sparkling water, thinking that Pedro was just a little bit too tipsy (he didn’t usually drink very much to begin with. His real vice remains cigarettes, which he’s still battling to quit, knowing it’s the only way Eden will agree to make out deeply with plenty of tongue, the way he most enjoys.)

“Pedro!” She gasps, her thighs trembling. He moans with satisfaction at her intense squirt.

“Mmmm,” he moans, pushing his girth eagerly back through her engorged opening. She had come so hard, it forced his cock clear out. Her gasp and eyes widening briefly eggs him on. He grazes her G-spot mercilessly, watching Eden’s breathing speed up again. She clutches and scratches at Pedro’s tanned upper back, crawling upwards a bit in the hotel bed. Pedro giggles, pulling her hips towards him again, reversing her mild escape.

“Where ya think you’re goin’?” He grins, pressing his hips taut against hers, “Ven aqui (come here), baby” and kegeling until his rapidly pulsating girth forces her into a gripping orgasm. He moans, keeping himself pressed deeply, on her A-spot, so she couldn’t spit him out this time. Her limbs go limp, no longer clinging to his flanks.

“Tómalo (take it),” he says, kissing her sweating forehead, intertwining the fingers of his right hand into the fingers of her left, pinning it against the mattress and stopping Eden from knifing into the flesh of his chest with her nails. Not that he doesn’t enjoy getting a little banged up from her enthusiasm. It reminds him how crazy he can drive her in just a couple dozen thrusts, or less. Eden swears for a moment she can’t see anything but an array of blinking lights, that she’ll damn near pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. Pedro grunts with finality, losing balance a little, before internally drowning her with thick ropes of cum. Eden’s leg continues to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back into her skull. The sensation of Pedro’s lips upon her chin brings her back to reality. He stays buried in her cunt, gripping her right leg almost to the point of pain, clasping it by the back of her knee to keep her open, as not to lose a single drop to the sheets. He revels in his own orgasm at last. It got harder to hold off, the more she came, trying to milk him fervently.

“You get so fuckin’ tight,” Pedro breathes, trembling a final time before slowly, painstakingly pulling out. He pushes his length back in a couple more times, enjoying how wet things have become, earning a gasp from his cock drunk girlfriend.

“Holy fuck,” Pedro breathes, picking up the pace again. Eden screams, gushing and clenching around Pedro for the umpteenth time, his sperm mingling with her secretions and staining the sheet beneath them. Sensitive beyond continuation, he finally withdraws, lying on his side beside her, fingers still intertwined. It was already 93 degrees when they had stepped off of the plane to Puerto Rico a mere few hours prior. Eden finds herself beginning to feel dehydrated. Pedro grabs her hip.

“Where to next, babe? I bet I can give you more than that in Chile,” he states confidently. Eden is at a loss for words, shivering as Pedro makes this proposition directly into her ear.

“Why haven’t we been there yet?” He giggles. Eden can’t find her own legs, so Pedro carries her to the bathroom to shower. She doesn’t even hope for a time out.

[sarcasticbabywhispererjess]

It's been over 5 years since I started a PIV larger than a 24g... but tonight I went up to an acute care floor and put a 22g in a 3 month old. It looked enormous compared to the little ones I usually place. The 22g was also double the length of the 24g.

I"m low key impressed with myself and proud of my skills. Even my charge (who is also a PICC nurse) said she was impressed and said that she would've just placed a 24g. But I was just matching the size to the vessel and the baby had a solid vein in their wrist. We were also trying to get labs from the IV to save the babe a poke... which would've been harder to do from a 24g.

[heraadora]

Kind of Bickering about this.......

Why do some women defend PIV sex so much ? PIV sex is one of the sex that hurts woman for the first time.

Penetrative sex is something which is painful for 1 out of 8 woman. I keep seeing med professionals talking about how it's ok for penetration to hurt and bleed for the first time etc.

I don't get why it's necessary ? You can easily stimulate the clit by orals or scissoring. Why do people need to defend penetration sex ?

And it's simply very awful too because I heard excuses like :

It didn't hurt me it's not supposed to hurt: You probably had a bigger opening ? Hymen opening are not same for everyone, it's different and some women have hymen opening that are hard to tear. This is the Variation of Hymen cover a woman can have :

I saw this excuse given by a lot of woman. But most Vaginas don't have bigger opening as most woman on average don't have a bigger opening. Relevant Info:

The Hymen naturally stretches during penetration : No it doesn't. You will need a lot of warm up and lube depending on what your hymen type is to make it give a natural stretch by fingering only. A Penis is likely to tear through and make you bleed and hurt more so "Warm Up" might not even be enough for most women.

Like - whatever this point was on this article. What if the hymen doesn't stretch naturally ? What then ?

Penis Feels Warm and Throbs so the pain is worthy: A Vibrator can give you the throbbing sensation and it can warm up artificially. You really don't need that shit.

I can't get off to fingering I need a Penis So I am ok with pain : You can get realistic customizable dildos with skin texture or dildo vibrator to feel exactly like a human penis with the sensation of throbbing and warmth without hurting yourself. Plus- you will at worst not get off to fingering. With PIV on worst case, you will hurt yourself. So really ? A worthy hill to die in ???

Emotional Connection By PIV Sex : Really ? This is your excuse ?

There is no excuse for real for defending PIV. Penetration in Vagina doesn't even give woman orgasm for the most part. It has 0 benefit for the woman.

Some Relevant Info :

Idk why woman defend it.

[radsplain]

so anyways the vagina was the blueprint and the penis evolved to fit into it, not the other way around

[ne-krokodilanta-larmaro]

[babblingeccentric]

Scene from an unspecified future date in the Survivor!Reader AU where reader takes control and uses a collar and leash and denies Ace for a while before finally letting him rut into her. 

Contains: brief reference to past sexual assault, ptsd flashbacks, piv, puppy play, sub!ace, dom!reader, my desperate ace agenda

Finally, you give him permission to fuck you. 

He looms over you and fucks desperately in little rabbit short thrusts and there’s suddenly an overlay of the cabin boy fucking into you the same way. You freeze, cry “Stop!” and Ace freezes too, starting to hiccup out little sobs. “Hey, Hey,” you soothe him “c’m- C’monta the bed. Here.” You pat and he sits obedient and teary eyed on the edge of the bed. 

Moving the leash to your other hand you throw your leg over his lap and sit astride him, bumping your wet pussy against him and making him whimper. You rise up on your knees and carefully position his cock so you can slowly sink down onto it. It draws a lovely high whine out from him and makes your still shaky breaths even shakier. 

“Okay, okay. There we go. That’s better. Isn’t it, boy?” You say regaining some control over yourself and the scene. He nods frantically. 

“Yeah. You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” You pat his cheek. “You’d never try and hurt me, right?”

He shakes his head, eyes watery. 

“My good, good boy, yeah?” You start to rise again on aching thighs before reaching down to place his big hands on your hips. “Why don’t you take what you need, puppy?”

Ace practically yells at this and you have to pull him into a deep kiss with the collar just to keep everyone from hearing. His hands tighten and his hips surge up as he starts to fuck desperately into you. You tighten the hand in his hair, your other scrabbles at his back to hold on. He’s well and truly desperate, abandoning any sense of pace or rhythm as he humps into you like a dog in heat. Half formed yelps and groans fall from his lips and you just settle in for the ride. 

It doesn’t take him very long to come at all, his hips stuttering and his head burrowing into your neck as he fills the condom. His arms wrap around your back in a tight hug before he passes out backwards onto the bed. You snuggle into his chest to wait it out, content.

[plscallmeeren]

C I T I Z E N S O F W E S T V I E W P T 3

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Request: Dragonsw

Summary: part 3 ig (there is smut but I have marked before and after in case u just wanna read the story)

Warnings: Swearing; piv smut; anatomy lol; very pushy romantic old people; unedited bs

Word Count: 3K+

You watched Wanda cheerfully as she went on about her favourite milk-bar in Sokovia and the friendly couple who owned it. Two large bags full of books from the secondhand bookshop pulled at your arms as you followed her into the cafe, setting them down and ordering your favourite types of coffee while she continued.

She gestured around wildly in an attempt to bring more life into her story, your gaze slipping to the black woollen blazer she had stolen from you some time ago now. You might never forget her glare when you asked if you could have it back.

Her retelling came in swings of heavy accent and moments of delighted height down to suspenseful quiet. You listened intently.

She had been living with you for a while, slowly marking her territory with various ornaments and efforts, steadily ending an era of bleakly scarce cutlery and naked walls. You hadn't felt like you were missing anything before - it just didn't matter enough, and you barely had company over, anyway - but now you wondered whether you could survive without it all. Without the brass plates, the frilly curtains, her.

Her inner evolution hadn't gone unnoticed, either, although it too crawled so slowly it took looking back to realise how far she had come, how much had changed. Originally, although kind and occasionally talkative, she had been more of a stranger, a foreign house-guest who had landed with you on accident. You didn't mind back then, but again, you couldn't take it back. It wouldn't be enough.

Now, she had a favourite cafe, a favourite couch, a favourite neighbour. Her past seemed to slip away slowly, carefully ripping away any reserve or depression. It was still there. You saw it, every day, in little ways - but it was more like a passing thought, something that could be triggered with the wrong word or look. Back then it had enveloped her, fed her its own poison and blinded her from its weak points.

She was regaining a home where her previous one had been brutally destroyed. Not stolen, not tampered with, but wholly and utterly destroyed.

However, you did not know this. You knew precisely nothing, and as much as she was enough - she always would be - curiosity sometimes reared its unkind head, suggesting you say things in conversation, sometimes rendering you entirely incapable of speech. She knew about your history, why not hers? You knew why it truly bothered you, of course. There was only feeble denial of the twist in your stomach when she pronounced something wrong (judging by the average English-speaker) or the way heat coursed through you when one side of  your t-shirt slipped down her shoulder.

You were falling for her, whether you'd allow yourself to word it that way or not. Perhaps that was why you clung to the most unlikely part of her story, namely the mention of romance, and telepathically directed the conversation in another direction.

"You know, I have a friend in Los Angelos who... well, he wasn't so different from me, just... ice powers-"

"And you think ice powers are as cool as telepathy and stuff?"

"And stuff? Really? Stuff?"

"Mhm. Ice powers are much cooler."

"Good to know. What I was trying to say, is that I'm happy he found peace and love. All our kind - us warriors - never believed that was a viable life for us, even something to think about. But life has a way of proving you wrong, and I'm happy for him."

She stared at you for a moment, the two of you basking in the ethereal glow of the other, lost in translation of thoughts and other things you missed. She cocked her head, smiling faintly: "Why are you thinking of romance, dušica? Do you have someone in mind?"

"Maybe I do."

Some weeks ago you might have startled at such a raw display of trust, considering how badly you felt you were hiding your feelings. You wondered at her; whether some minuscule part of your emotion for her was mirrored within her, strong enough to make her stay.

You held her gaze, breathing in the scent of hot coffee as it entered your world without realising someone must have brought it.

Every spell had to break at some point, though.

"Why, hello, dears! I haven't seen you around in at least a week, am I right? Any good books?"

Mrs. Hill. Again. You loved her, truly, but she was more set on getting you and Wanda together than she was on keeping up her marriage. Or at least, her marriage may have suffered, had Mr. Hill not been just as in on the gossip.

"Yes, some classics today. Mainly cozy things," Wanda replied for you.

"Oh, yes, I assume you two will be cozying up all the way til spring, right, dears?" She winked at you in a way you imagined was supposed to be subtle, but was effectively more in Wanda's direction than in yours.

"I'm sure they'll be extremely cozy, darling. Although getting exercise in the cold times is important, too, you know," her husband caught on as he appeared around the corner. This particular ambush almost always came in double at once. You pretended not to hear the implications of exercise. Wanda snorted.

"I'm sure we'll be fine."

"And are you sharing a room?" Mrs. Hill asked, practically chirping.

"No, Mrs. Hill, I have a guest room, luckily."

"Oh. Well. I didn't realise."

"We're just heading out to our date night," Mr. Hill said in a last attempt, winking in much the same way as his wife.

"Well, you have fun, love birds," Wanda answered graciously, the two of you waving them off as they approached the counter. She broke into fits of giggles, clamping her hand over her mouth until they left.

"Oh, stop it," you muttered, sipping at your coffee as she cackled.

"Ha! Date night? Cozying up? Sharing a room? Exercise?"

"Oh, you caught that, did you?" you said sarcastically, laying your head on one side, unimpressed.

"Oh, I caught that. I caught it and I'm never letting go."

•••

Wanda

Wanda put her book down, leaning back into your bed with a sigh. She hadn't taken in any of the content. She had been thinking about you - the way your scent was ingrained in your pillows, the faint curve of your body where you always slept. This bed was bigger, more comfortable, so you had offered it while you practiced. She regretted it now.

She knew what was wrong with her; why you were so distracting. She knew exactly why she blushed when you called her 'love' or 'darling' or why there was a throb between her legs when you practiced your martial arts, muscles flexing with unequalled precision.

It drove her insane. She wanted to open up, but she never wanted to speak his name again. She wanted to love you without guilt, but she couldn't betray Vision that way. She wanted to ravish you and feel you, but how dare she?

In the end, however, she knew what the right answer was. Or maybe not right, but right for her. She had to tell you. Everything. Starting with Vision, and if she had the strength, about you.

Wanda stood up gingerly, tense and weak at the same time. She perched behind the doorframe, watching as you moved in the coated space of the living room; the swift cut of an arm, the careful lift of a foot, back arching perfectly as you leaned back. You had even tried to reach her some for when she couldn't rely on her powers. Hypnotising. Then again, you always were.

Vision would want this, she thought, but doubt still crept in at the edges, the loose hems of her mind, whispering in convincing voices that sounded like him but were only an echo of herself. Vision would want this.

Now it was you and your katana, a revelry of broad sways and wicked stabs at innocent air, your eyes closed, not sensing her because of complete concentration.

Beautiful.

You had done so much for her and she felt like she had never given anything back - you certainly hadn't asked. You were sweet, caring, polite, warm - oh, you were so warm. She had hugged you once or twice and who knew whether she was getting warmer from happiness or safety or the pure heat you radiated at all times. She had been safe in those arms, the stray anchor of a slow heartbeat, the murmur of what you had picked up casually of her native language.

She loved Vision, she always would, but even he couldn't compare to you. The thought clutched at her stomach and crushed it, replaced her belly with fear. What if she ruined this, too?

She was so afraid. She was out of her mind with fear.

You opened your eyes. She knew your routine. This is the point where you would sit down on your shambled carpet and meditate, but instead you smiled at her.

She hadn't realised she had abandoned her hiding spot behind the door.

"Hello, Wanda. I hope I didn't make you wait too long?"

Maybe it was the gentle tone of your voice, or the sound of her name when you said it, like it was the most delicate thing in the world - maybe it was the proof that she mattered so much, that there could be peace in apology, but she burst into tears.

Your approach wasn't rushed, but you were beside her in seconds, embracing her. Maybe that was why she had started sobbing; any excuse to feel your arms around her. Your heartbeat. Your warmth.

It was all possible here. From this vantage point, she could surely do anything.

She sniffed a few times, pulling back. You looked down at her, visibly concerned but not belittling.

"I- I'm fine. Can we talk? On the couch. I need- I need to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Everything."

There was no point in you arguing, saying you didn't need to know. Instead, at her request, you made a batch of coffee as she settled down, joining her once you had filled two mugs and found a tissue box.

She sniffed some more, but finally she was ready. She could do this. She could do anything if it meant you might hug her again, even kiss her. Oh, how she longed to kiss you.

You didn't even look at her expectantly, instead taking her hand, watching them intertwine as if it were the most miraculous thing in this world.

"It started when I demonstrated for Sokovia. For my freedom."

Her tears ran freely again, but she didn't stop.

•••

You

She didn't stop. You said nothing, only holding her hand.

She told you about Hydra, about a man(?) called Vision, about all she had lost, the end of the Avengers as she knew them, so many things in between.

"And now, Vision has every right to hate me for this, but I think..."

She looked you in the eye, steady, as if this were the final hurdle, the last thing to cross off a list of horror stories.

"I think I love you, just like I love this town. I've tried not to, but what's the point? I can't leave here without having tried. For myself, I suppose."

She looked at you, face tear-streaked but lovely, expecting something. Some grand reaction, another horror story to add. You refused. You were burning with love for her.

"Darling," you started slowly, taking her other hand into yours as well, "the day that we met... I had no idea what I was doing. I walked up to you, as you may recall, out of nowhere. A complete stranger. I just knew you needed something. I guess I did too, I just didn't realise it yet. I never could've felt this strongly. Anything. It's all you. You have made my life more lively and I honestly don't fucking care anymore that I'm selfish to want you. I don't want you to leave. Ever."

You didn't know who leaned in first, although later you both claimed it was the other. First, your lips barely brushed against each other, careful, cautious. Then it was over, your lips meeting forcefully, gripping for the other like there would never be another chance.

Something tore through your stomach, a rush of blood perhaps, but it fell like a tidal wave coursing, too big to fit. Nothing did. Nothing fit, but it was good. The way your heart felt like it would burst, like it was straining against confinements - that was good. Only now. Only with her. It was good.

She pulled back gently, and while you were entirely blown away and shocked and ecstatic and on adrenaline, Wanda looked calm, a steady thing in an ocean of unsureness. Her right hand clasped with yours, a delicate gesture for a delicate thing, carefully pulling you off the couch and towards your room.

SMUT STARTS HERE

"Are you sure?" you asked feebly as she closed the door behind her, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Yes. I have waited long enough." You watched as she dragged the auburn skirt and black tights down her legs, fighting with the feet before dismantling all clothes on her upper half.

Wanda was perfect. She always had been, yet there was something about seeing her now, ironically pure, more exposed. Emotionally and physically. There was so much more of her than you could have anticipated, and there would be so much more to come.

She smiled, cheeky and expectant, biting her lip playfully as you dragged off your own pants and boxers, not bothering with the loose t-shirt. She was only wearing panties and a bra - red and lacy.

You crooned forward, laying your hands down on either side of her and leaning in, pushing her down on the bed. Your hands roamed - there was no helping yourself - along the smooth skin of her thighs, the dip of her waist and the roll of her belly. Her breasts spilled out of your hands when you groped them, her hair splaying out over the covers and herself in a way that made her look like a mythological beauty. She might as well have been.

"Wanda," you murmured, not aware of what you exactly you wanted as your colliding lips parted.

"Shh," she answered, unclasping her bra behind her back and running her hands over your chest, below the shirt, eventually pulling you back down by the nape of your neck, out of your hypnosis.

You played with the hem of her panties for a moment, dragging them down to her ankles before throwing them elsewhere. She reciprocated by removing your last bit of clothing, too.

You turned abruptly, pulling her along with your hands on her ass, to lean against the headboard, sitting slanted, with her on your lap. You sent her a questioning look. She lowered herself onto you with something close to rolling her eyes.

Wanda's mouth formed an 'o' shape, and only then did you realise you weren't using any protection. You began to rise, but she held up a finger to stop you, as if she had read your mind.

"I want this."

Maybe you should have insisted or argued, but you didn't. She began rising and falling on your lap, panting as you toyed with her breasts, occasionally pinching or biting her nipples, earning a gasp. Your mouth focused on her neck, her collarbone, her neck again, behind her ear, her cleavage - an unimaginable feast. You ravished her with such concentration it reminded her of your practice.

Her fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tightly as her belly pressed against your abdomen. You pressed your hand there and she moaned so loudly, you were sure the neighbours could hear. Well, at least the town would be getting the romance they wanted.

"Oh, God, (y/n), I'm coming! This is- You're-"

You silence her with a kiss, hoping that would say anything that needed to be said as she came, juices spilling out onto the sheets.

"Wanda, I-"

"Do it."

You came as well, filling Wanda to the brim, and while you knew you were supposed to feel regret, none arrived.

SMUT ENDS HERE

She smiled broadly, leaning forwards to conjoin your sweating bodies, her head on your chest. You weren't sure what inspired her smile to grow bigger and bigger, didn't know the importance of a steady heartbeat and deep breaths.

"Is this real?" Wanda whispered, barely audible. Your heart ached.

"Yes. Fuck yes. And I will never let you lose me, unless you want to. It can always be real. As long as you like."

"Thank you."

The silence encompassed you once more, feeding on your thoughts and worries until you were both drowsy and blissed out.

"Wanda?"

"Yeah?"

"Why didn't you stop me?"

She manoeuvred her head to look at you, saw the worry in your eyes, only smiled again.

Wanda took your hand, placing it on her abdomen. "This," she emphasised, "is not something I am afraid of, dušica. There is nothing I want as much as children - well, maybe you - and I fear only that I will have them too late."

"Because of you? Us? The dangers?"

She nodded grimly. "We can't expect to live as long as anyone else. Others..." She stared, but at something else, someone far away, and you desperately wanted her back.

"I wonder whose language they'll pick up first. Or maybe they'll just be boring Americans. Wouldn't be too bad."

She laughed, and there she was again, all yours, the past only something passing by.

"I don't know what I want," she whispered once more.

"Neither do I. We'll figure it out, though. All in due time," you promised.

You chuckled just as a bright and suspiciously watery laugh escaped her. "I just thought of Mr. Hill telling us to get exercised," she confessed, giggling, bringing your lips to hers precariously.

This was right. Now. With her. This was right.

[basilthymee]

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“Lexa bites her lip, reaching down at grabbing the hand on her hip, guiding it under her soft pajama pants. Blush coats Lexa’s features at the small intake of breath Clarke lets out as her hand comes in contact with her center. 

“Fuck Lex,” Clarke mumbles, her fingers exploring on their own, coating themselves in the slickness, “I love how fucking soaked you get.”

“That’s from just the idea of having you inside me,” Lexa says softly as she widens her legs. 

“Fuck baby,” Clarke groans, sliding a finger inside of Lexa. 

Lexa hums, enjoying the pressure for a moment, eyes falling closed. Clarke lets out another groan, leaning down and capturing her lips. Lexa grins into the kiss as Clarke’s finger curls inside of her, teasing her inside walls, before withdrawing slightly, entering with another finger.”

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