#portia x reader smut

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Hi, it's me again! I hope I'm not being annoying, but can I have headcanon for M6 with a MC who accidentally took aphrodisiac? Thanks!

Not annoying at all! Happy to be your smut dealer lol

Before we start, a disclaimer: I imagined this scenarios in a situation of uncinditional trust and consent. I've often read of "funny" fantasy situations with potions & love magic involved where one character ends up being intimate with another just because they unknowingly took (or were given!!!) something to have them behaving in that way. To me, this is the fantasy equivalent of rape. Having someone consent to sex or being involved in a continuative relationship while under the effect of *anything* it is not ok. So, I really want to specify that this HCs are consensual, and happen in an established, explicit relationship in which consent is unconditional (of course, such a situation is possible only in a fantasy setting. No irl relationship has unconditional and total consent).

Aphrodisiac Headcanons

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Tw: light bdsm, embarassment, rough

There are a few things to keep in mind while working at a magic shop. First thing is, there are no such things like "substitutions". When cooking, you can switch eggs with seed jelly and flour, or butter with milk, and expect a decent result. With magic, you can't. You know this, but sometimes mistakes do happen. Switching sage with white sage it's so easy in a dark evening... and breathing in the vapors that rise from the cauldron can create unexpected events.

Portia is delighted by your attentions, today. She can't wrap her head around why you're so eager to see her, though. You knew she was working, but couldn't stay away from her... after all, the palace is so big that's easy to "get lost" in it, and the thunderstorm is dark and noisy... Who will be able to hear her moaning?

She's on her knees now, her head firmly pressed against your groin by your greedy hands. It wasn't hard to get her there: you brought her to the brim of an orgasm as she had her hands buisy doing laundry, and then threatened her to leave her that way if she didn't follow your indications. Luckily, she didn't see through your bluff, and literally fell at your feet... but in reality, you could have never truly resist to make her come.

Lucio doesn't seem to realize what happened. Of course you can't wait to be with him! You end up spending the day in bed, going so many rounds that eventually the bedsheets are soaked in sweat... and something more.

When Lucio is finally drained and exhausted -for the first time you bettered him!- he starts wandering how the hell your all up and ready for more. He tries to go one more round, but he's done, and almost passes out on top of you. You look at him sleeping, wondering if you could hack his magical gauntlet somehow to ho ahead, but eventually you decide to let him sleep. Who knows, maybe Nadia is still awake...

It takes a few seconds for Asra to understand what's happened. He stops you halfway, he takes a look at your mistake and he knows right away that him alone would end up destroyed before you'll be satisfied. The solution it's clear and simple. Orgy.

-work in progress! Tumbr app is giving me some problems lately ^^" I'll add the other m6 in a bit

One thing Asra doesn't lack is a wide list of friends who will gladly have a ride. The desert house is the perfect place, so isolated and silent... well, until it's filled up with moans. As you're engaged in various filling activities, you cast a glance at him, and see him sitting in the middle of the room, surrounded by men and women both, almost like an ancient dionysian demigod in a bacchanal.

At first, Muriel doesn't understand why you're like this, today. When you manage to stop blabbering and staring at his bare chest, you explain to him what happened. He's not exactly embarrassed, but he doesn't want to be with you if he has reasons to think you only want him because of some external factor. So, you ask him, you beg him and you pray him and cry, because you need him to fuck you, but there's no way to convince him.

Eventually, he agrees to lie down next to you, on his bed. You spend the night trebling close to his body, wishing to have more than his body heat that radiates from the tight hug he's holding you in. By the morning, you're exhausted and your tights are so, so wet. The effect is wearing out.

Only then, Muriel agrees to take you, slowly, as you struggle to stay awake just as your body struggles to stretch around his girth. He has a sweet smile, now that he knows you want him nonetheless... but is there a glimpse of fun in his eyes?

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Are we open to part 2 of At Last 👀

At Last Part II (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: DEFINITELY, I was itching to write a second part to it but I didn't have the guts too in case it wasn't as appreciated so I procrastinated on it. Thank you for requesting! Your requests are always welcome and I can't wait to read whatever you come up with!

Summary: After such activities from last night, you can't help but indulge in your desires this morning waking Lady Featherington with such admiration that leaves her grasping the sheets, but a certain suitor visits and doesn't take Portia's kind rejection lightly.

Warning(s): 18+, NSFW, Portia receiving, Reader giving, morning sex, periodical appropriate homophobia, unwanted advances, slight praise, teasing, arguing, emotional tension, Emotional confrontation, mentions of past abuse, family tension, societal pressure...more to be added

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The sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft rays over the luxurious room. Portia stirred beside you, her hair tousled from the previous night’s events. She let out a soft groan, pulling the sheets up tighter around her body, unwilling to break from the warmth of the bed.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched her. The way she lay there, her face so peaceful, was a stark contrast to how she looked hours before—completely undone beneath you, her body writhing in pure ecstasy. But now, she was quiet, beautiful in the soft morning light.

Your fingers gently brushed against her cheek, causing her to stir again. This time, she opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the brightness. When her gaze finally met yours, a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice raspy from sleep, and perhaps from all the things she’d begged for the night before.

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Morning, Lady Featherington,” you teased, earning a low chuckle from her.

But your teasing didn’t end there. Your hand began trailing down the sheets, ghosting over her stomach before sliding lower. Portia tensed, her breath hitching as your fingers moved purposefully, reminding her of how well you knew her body.

“Already?” she whispered, but there was no protest in her voice—only desire.

“Couldn’t resist,” you murmured, letting your fingers dip lower, eliciting a soft gasp from her. Her legs parted instinctively, giving you better access.

“You’re insatiable,” Portia breathed out, her voice laced with pleasure as you began working her once again.

“Only for you,” you replied, your lips moving to her neck as your hand continued its slow, deliberate pace. You knew exactly how to make her lose herself, and you weren’t going to let her get away without giving you everything this morning.

Portia’s breathing quickened, her back arching off the bed as she gripped the sheets tightly. The sounds she made, breathy and desperate, were enough to make you ache for her all over again.

Just as she was teetering on the edge, a sharp knock echoed through the door. You paused, both of you frozen as the moment shattered.

“Lady Featherington?” a voice called from the hallway, one of her maids. “A gentleman caller has arrived. He’s asked to speak with you.”

Portia let out an exasperated sigh, her head falling back against the pillow. “Of course,” she muttered, her voice laced with frustration.

You removed your hand, earning a groan of protest from her. “We’re not done,” you whispered, pressing a final kiss to her lips before getting out of bed. “But it seems we have a visitor.”

Portia sat up, smoothing out her hair and adjusting her nightgown. “I don’t care who it is, I’m not interested.”

As she dressed, the irritation on her face was clear. She knew who was waiting—someone persistent, someone she had rejected countless times. But that didn’t seem to matter to him. His advances were as unwelcome as ever, but he wasn’t the type to give up easily.

“You don’t have to see him,” you offered, moving to her side as you both made your way downstairs. “I could make him go away.”

Portia smirked at your suggestion but shook her head. “No, let’s see what he has to say this time.”

Downstairs, the suitor stood in the entryway, impatiently tapping his foot. When he saw Portia descend the stairs, his face lit up, but the cold look in her eyes quickly dimmed his enthusiasm.

“Lady Featherington,” he began, bowing slightly. “I have come to express my sincerest—”

“No,” she cut him off, her voice firm and unyielding. “I told you, I’m not interested. You are wasting your time.”

His face twisted in anger, clearly not taking her rejection well. “You think you’re too good for me?” he spat. “Is that it?”

Before you could intervene, Portia stepped forward, her voice sharp and commanding. “You do not get to speak to me that way. I have been more than patient with your advances, but now, you will leave. And do not return.”

His anger flared, and for a moment, it seemed like he might lash out. You instinctively moved to Portia’s side, ready to step in if things escalated.

The suitor’s gaze flicked between the two of you, realizing that he wasn’t going to win this fight. “You’ll regret this, Lady Featherington,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “Mark my words.”

Portia didn’t flinch. She held her ground until he finally stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

As the silence returned to the room, Portia let out a breath she’d been holding, her shoulders relaxing. You reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“He’ll get over it,” you reassured her.

Portia turned to you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “If only everyone could be as easy to please as you.”

You chuckled, pulling her close. “Well, I aim to please.”

As the door slammed shut behind the suitor, the echo lingered in the room, heightening the tension. You turned to Portia, who stood motionless, her hands slightly trembling. The façade she’d so expertly maintained in front of the persistent man was beginning to crack, and you knew the weight of it all was pressing down on her.

Without a word, you stepped forward, pulling her into your arms. Portia melted against you, her forehead resting on your shoulder as she let out a frustrated sigh.

“I hate this,” she whispered, her voice fragile. “The expectations, the advances… I feel like I’m being cornered at every turn.”

Your arms tightened around her, pressing a reassuring kiss into her hair. “You don’t owe them anything, Portia. You’re more than capable of handling them, but you don’t have to do it alone.”

She pulled back slightly, meeting your gaze, her eyes soft yet tired. “I know,” she whispered. “But it’s still exhausting.”

You reached up, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “Why don’t we take the day off? No meetings, no obligations. Just you and me.”

Portia raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a small smile. “You’re tempting me to run away from my responsibilities.”

You grinned. “That’s the idea. Besides, I think you deserve a break after dealing with that insufferable man.”

Her smile widened, and for a moment, the tension in her shoulders eased. “What did I do to deserve you?” she teased, leaning into your touch.

“I could ask you the same thing,” you replied, tilting her chin up for a kiss.

The moment your lips met, the world outside seemed to fade away. Portia sighed into the kiss, her hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. It wasn’t rushed or frantic like the night before—this kiss was slow, intimate, and full of the unspoken connection you both shared.

When you finally pulled away, Portia’s gaze was soft, her walls completely down now that it was just the two of you. “What did you have in mind for our day off?” she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

You took her hand, leading her toward the sitting room where the large windows let in the soft morning light. “I was thinking we could go for a walk in the gardens, maybe have a picnic. Something simple, where no one can bother us.”

She hummed in approval, a smile playing on her lips. “That sounds perfect.”

The Featherington estate’s gardens were in full bloom, the vibrant flowers filling the air with their sweet fragrance. The two of you walked hand-in-hand along the cobblestone path, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

Portia’s demeanor had softened, her earlier frustrations forgotten as she admired the beauty around her. Every now and then, she’d glance over at you, her eyes full of something you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just admiration—it was trust, maybe even love.

You found a secluded spot beneath a large oak tree, the perfect place to lay out the picnic blanket you had brought. The two of you settled down, the soft breeze rustling through the leaves as you unpacked the food.

“I haven’t had a day like this in ages,” Portia admitted, her voice soft as she leaned back against the tree. “I forgot what it’s like to just… be.”

You handed her a glass of wine, smiling as you sat beside her. “Well, you deserve to take it easy every once in a while. You’ve earned it.”

She looked over at you, her eyes lingering on your face. “You always know exactly what I need,” she said, her tone full of warmth.

You shrugged playfully. “I pay attention.”

Portia took a sip of her wine, her gaze never leaving yours. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable—it was filled with the weight of everything left unsaid, the growing bond between you both that neither of you had fully acknowledged yet.

After a while, Portia spoke again, her voice quiet. “Do you think I’ll ever truly be free of all these expectations? Free to live my life the way I want, without anyone’s judgment?”

You reached for her hand, threading your fingers through hers. “I think you can be, if that’s what you want. You’re stronger than any of them give you credit for, Portia.”

She smiled at that, her thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “I’ve never felt this way before… not with anyone,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You make me feel… safe. Like I don’t have to pretend.”

Your heart swelled at her words, and you leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “You don’t have to pretend with me,” you murmured against her mouth. “Not ever.”

Portia kissed you back, slow and tender, as if she was savoring every moment. And for once, it felt like time had stopped, like the world outside the gardens didn’t matter. It was just the two of you, lost in each other.

But the peace couldn’t last forever.

As the two of you lay there in the soft grass, enjoying the tranquility, a distant voice called out, breaking the spell.

“Lady Featherington!”

Portia tensed immediately, pulling away from you as she sat up, her expression hardening. The voice grew closer, and soon, a servant appeared, rushing toward the two of you, slightly out of breath.

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt,” the servant began, bowing apologetically. “But there’s been… an issue. The suitor you turned away earlier, he’s causing a scene in the park.”

Portia’s face fell. “What kind of scene?” she asked, her voice cold but laced with concern.

The servant hesitated, looking down before continuing, “He’s making quite the spectacle, threatening to harm himself, blaming you for his… emotional state.”

Portia’s expression darkened, her earlier calm completely shattered. “Of course, he is,” she muttered, standing up swiftly. “I suppose I’ll have to deal with this before it escalates.”

You stood beside her, your hand resting on her arm to stop her. “We can handle this together,” you reminded her softly. “You don’t have to face this alone.”

Portia hesitated, her eyes meeting yours. For a moment, she looked as though she might push you away, but then her shoulders slumped, and she nodded.

Together, you made your way toward the park where the scene was unfolding.

As you approached, you could already hear the commotion. A small crowd had gathered near the fountain, and in the center of it all stood the suitor. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed with anger and desperation. He was shouting, gesturing wildly as though putting on a show for the gathered onlookers.

“Lady Featherington!” he called out as soon as he spotted you both approaching. “There you are! Come to see the consequences of your cold-hearted rejection?”

Portia stopped just short of him, her face a mask of indifference. “This is pathetic,” she said sharply. “You think this spectacle will change anything?”

The suitor’s expression twisted, his fists clenched at his sides. “You don’t understand!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “I love you! You’ve ruined me, and now I have nothing left. It’s your fault!”

You stepped forward, placing yourself between Portia and the man. “You need to stop this,” you said calmly but firmly. “This isn’t how you solve anything.”

He sneered at you. “Of course, you’d say that. You’ve taken her from me! She’d never have rejected me if it weren’t for you!”

Portia finally spoke up, her voice cutting through the tension. “I rejected you because I have no interest in you. You’ve made a fool of yourself, and now you expect pity? There’s none to be found here.”

Her words seemed to break something in him, and for a moment, he stood there, shaking with rage. Then, without warning, he lunged toward her.

But you were faster.

Your arm shot out, blocking his path as you shoved him back, sending him stumbling. “That’s enough,” you growled, your eyes narrowing. “Don’t make this any worse for yourself.”

He glared at you, his eyes wild, but the gathered crowd seemed to have brought him back to his senses. Realizing he had no more cards to play, he straightened himself, breathing heavily.

“This isn’t over,” he spat, his gaze flicking between you and Portia. “You’ll regret this, both of you.”

With that, he turned on his heel and stormed off, leaving behind the crowd and the tension in the air.

As the onlookers began to disperse, Portia let out a shaky breath. You turned to her, your hand gently resting on her back. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, though her expression was still tight with anger. “I’ll be fine. I just… I didn’t think it would come to this.”

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s over now. Let’s go back.”

Portia gave you a small, grateful smile. “Thank you… for stepping in. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You wrapped your arm around her as the two of you walked back toward the estate, leaving the chaos behind. The day may not have gone as planned, but at least you still had each other.

As you and Portia made your way back to the Featherington estate, the tension in the air between you started to dissolve. You had left the chaos of the park behind, but Portia’s mind still seemed to linger on the situation with the suitor. The lines of worry remained on her brow, her steps slightly heavier than usual.

Without a word, you led her back through the grand hallways and out to the garden, returning to the secluded spot beneath the oak tree where you’d left your picnic earlier. The sun had shifted slightly, casting warm, dappled shadows across the blanket. The peacefulness of the scene was a stark contrast to the turmoil that had just unfolded.

Portia stood there for a moment, her arms wrapped around herself as if she was trying to hold herself together. You approached her from behind, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into your warmth.

“Don’t think about him anymore,” you murmured softly into her ear, kissing the side of her neck. “He’s gone. You’re safe.”

Portia leaned into you, letting out a deep sigh, her body relaxing slightly under your touch. “I know,” she whispered. “It’s just… it’s always something, isn’t it?”

You turned her around to face you, cupping her cheek and making sure her eyes locked with yours. “Then let me take your mind off everything. Let me take care of you, Portia.”

Her breath hitched as your fingers trailed down her arm, your touch light but filled with promise. You could see the conflict in her eyes—wanting to let go but still hesitating.

“Here?” she asked softly, glancing toward the estate, her voice tinged with worry. “The servants… they’ll see.”

You smirked, pulling her down gently to sit with you on the blanket beneath the shade of the tree. “They won’t see anything if you stay quiet,” you teased, your hand slipping beneath her skirt, fingers brushing against the soft skin of her thighs.

Portia gasped at the contact, her body instantly responding to your touch, but her eyes darted back toward the estate again, her worry evident. “We can’t… what if someone comes by?”

You leaned in, pressing your lips to hers in a soft but insistent kiss, silencing her protests. “Let me worry about that,” you whispered against her mouth, your hand sliding higher under her skirts, fingers grazing the heat between her legs. “Just relax.”

Portia moaned softly into the kiss, her resolve quickly crumbling as you deepened it. Her body melted into yours, and you took full advantage of her surrender, laying her back onto the blanket. Your lips trailed down her neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake as your hands worked skillfully to lift her skirts higher, exposing her legs to the warm air.

“Someone… could see…” she tried again, her voice shaky but weak, the desire in her eyes betraying her words.

Your response was to kiss her deeply once more, your tongue teasing hers as your hands moved between her legs, parting her thighs and pressing gently against the dampness already gathering there. Portia let out a shaky breath, her head falling back against the blanket as her body arched into your touch.

“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” you murmured against her lips, your fingers slipping beneath her undergarments, finding her already slick and ready.

Portia’s only response was a breathless whimper as your fingers dipped between her folds, her hips lifting slightly to meet your hand. Her legs parted further, giving you better access despite her earlier protests.

You smiled against her skin, leaving soft kisses along her jaw and neck as your hand continued its slow, deliberate movements, teasing her. “You’re so beautiful like this,” you whispered, your lips grazing her ear. “So desperate.”

Portia moaned softly, her hands gripping the blanket beneath her as she tried to stifle the sounds of pleasure threatening to escape her lips. “You have to stop…” she breathed, though the way her hips moved against your hand said otherwise.

But you weren’t stopping. Not now.

Slowly, you trailed kisses down her body, your mouth following the path your hands had taken. When you finally settled between her legs, your breath ghosting over her most sensitive area, Portia’s entire body tensed with anticipation.

“Please…” she whimpered, though it was unclear if she was begging you to stop or begging for more. Either way, you were giving her exactly what she needed.

Your tongue slipped between her folds, tasting her as she gasped, her hands immediately flying to your hair, fingers threading through it as if she needed to hold on to something. “Oh gods…” she whispered, her voice shaky.

You worked her slowly at first, savoring every sound she made, every slight tremble of her body beneath you. You teased her, alternating between slow, languid strokes of your tongue and quicker, more intense movements, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Portia tried to muffle her moans, biting her lip as her body writhed beneath you. “Someone could… hear us,” she panted, her hands gripping your hair tightly as you continued to pleasure her.

But you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

The sounds of the garden around you—birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind—were drowned out by the sweet sounds of Portia coming undone. Her body bucked against your mouth as your tongue circled her sensitive bundle of nerves, and when your fingers slipped inside her, she let out a strangled moan, her head falling back against the blanket.

“I can’t… you have to…” she gasped, but her hips told a different story as they ground against your mouth, seeking more.

You smirked against her, quickening the pace of your tongue and fingers, knowing exactly how to push her over the edge. The way her body responded to you was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough of her taste, her sounds, her need for you.

Portia’s breathing became ragged, her moans louder now as she began to lose control. “Please…” she whimpered, her legs trembling as she teetered on the brink of release. “Don’t stop…”

And you didn’t.

With one final, deliberate stroke of your tongue and a curl of your fingers inside her, Portia shattered. Her body arched off the blanket, her hands fisting in your hair as she cried out your name, her release washing over her in waves. You stayed with her through it, never relenting until she was completely spent, her body trembling beneath you.

When she finally came down from her high, Portia lay there, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. You pulled away, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before crawling up beside her, your lips and chin still slick with her release.

Portia opened her eyes slowly, her gaze locking with yours. “You… didn’t listen,” she said breathlessly, though there was no real anger in her voice—only a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

You smirked, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I think you liked that I didn’t listen.”

Portia chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Incorrigible.”

You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Always.”

She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to you as her body finally relaxed into the warmth of your embrace. The world outside the garden, the servants, the suitors—all of it faded away in the blissful quiet of your shared moment.

For now, it was just the two of you. And that was more than enough.

The atmosphere in the Featherington estate had shifted after that intimate afternoon in the garden. You and Portia had been stealing precious moments together, finding solace in each other's company, but the secrecy of your relationship still weighed heavily. It was only a matter of time before someone noticed. And unfortunately, that time had come.

Portia had been in the sitting room, quietly reading a letter when Penelope and her husband, Colin, burst into the room, their faces clouded with concern and judgment. You had stepped out momentarily, but as you returned, you heard the sharp words of an argument escalating inside.

"Mother, how could you?!" Penelope's voice rang out, her tone filled with disbelief.

You paused at the door, just out of sight, listening as Portia responded, her voice shaky. "Penelope, I—"

"You’ve been seen," Penelope interrupted, her words cutting through the air like a knife. "With her. It’s all anyone’s talking about! Do you understand what this will do to our family’s reputation? What it will do to me?"

Portia's breath hitched audibly, the weight of her daughter's words settling over her like a heavy blanket. You could feel the tension in the air, the emotions bubbling to the surface.

“Penelope, it’s not—” Portia tried to explain, but Penelope wasn’t having it.

“Not what, Mother? Everyone’s talking! People are already whispering that you’ve taken up with another woman!” Penelope's voice was sharp, each word laced with anger and frustration. “Do you know what that means? What people will think of you, of us?”

Portia’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Penelope, it’s not just… it’s not what you think.”

Penelope scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she folded her arms across her chest. “Then what is it, Mother? Are you really trying to tell me you’ve fallen in love with another woman? You’ve always told me that kind of love doesn’t exist, that it’s not real.”

There was a long pause before Portia spoke again, her voice filled with vulnerability. “I didn’t expect this, Penelope. It just… it happened.”

Silence filled the room for a moment, and you could almost hear Portia’s heart breaking under the weight of her daughter's words. You wanted to step in, to defend her, but you knew this was a conversation that had been long overdue.

Penelope sighed heavily, rubbing her temples in frustration. “Mother, this is ridiculous. You’re going to ruin everything. Do you know what people will say? It’s going to destroy your status, your reputation. I can’t—”

“Destroy my status?” Portia whispered, cutting her off. “Penelope, do you really think that’s all that matters to me?”

Penelope shook her head, exasperated. “You’ve worked so hard for years to maintain our place in society. And now, after everything, you’re going to throw it away for this—this affair? With a woman?” She looked at Portia, her eyes filled with disbelief. “Love like that doesn’t exist, Mother. It never has.”

Portia’s breath hitched again at those words, and she stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor as she stumbled backward. The shock and sadness in her eyes were palpable, her face pale and stricken.

Without saying another word, Portia turned and fled the room, her footsteps hurried as she moved toward the garden. You watched her go, the pain etched across her face too much to bear.

Penelope let out a frustrated sigh, throwing her hands up as she paced the room. “I can’t believe her. This will ruin everything.”

Colin, who had been standing quietly by the doorway, finally spoke. His voice was calm but firm as he watched his wife. “Penelope, that was harsh.”

She stopped mid-step, turning toward him. “Harsh? Colin, she’s risking everything. She’s—”

“She’s your mother,” Colin interrupted gently, walking over to her. His eyes softened as he approached, placing a hand on her shoulder. “And she’s clearly going through something. This isn’t just about us or her reputation.”

Penelope’s face softened slightly, though she was still tense. “But… what am I supposed to say, Colin? She’s risking everything. I don’t want to see her ruin herself.”

Colin nodded, his hand still resting on her shoulder, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I know. But think about how much pain she must be in, hiding something like this for so long. Maybe instead of getting angry, you should try to understand what she’s feeling.”

Penelope blinked, her lips parting slightly as she absorbed his words. She hadn’t considered it from that angle, too wrapped up in her fears of societal judgment and reputation.

Colin continued, his voice soft and steady. “Love doesn’t always follow the rules we expect. I never thought I’d end up with you, remember? And look how that turned out. Your mother… she deserves a chance to be happy too, even if it’s in a way you don’t understand right now.”

Penelope’s shoulders slumped slightly, her frustration slowly giving way to uncertainty. “But Colin… what if people find out?”

Colin smiled gently, pulling her into a hug. “Then they find out. And we’ll deal with it. But your mother needs you right now, Pen. Not judgment.”

She sighed, leaning into him, her hands resting on his chest. “I just… I don’t want her to get hurt.”

“I know,” Colin murmured, kissing the top of her head. “But she’s strong. She’ll figure this out. And we’ll be here for her.”

Penelope pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I just… I panicked.”

Colin nodded, his expression understanding. “I know. But maybe you should go talk to her. Make things right.”

Penelope hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I will. I’ll talk to her.”

Colin smiled, giving her a reassuring squeeze before releasing her. “Go. She’ll listen.”

As Penelope turned to leave the room, she glanced back at Colin, gratitude in her eyes. “Thank you, Colin. For helping me see it differently.”

Colin smiled softly. “Anytime, love. Now, go make things right with your mother.”

With that, Penelope hurried out of the room, her heart heavy but determined to fix what she had broken.

You found Portia exactly where you expected—in the garden, the very spot where you had shared such tender moments together just hours before. But now, her figure seemed small and fragile, as if the weight of the world had collapsed around her. She stood with her back to you, staring blankly at the flowers, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she were trying to hold herself together.

You approached her slowly, your heart aching for her, knowing the conversation with Penelope had rattled her deeply.

"Portia..." you began softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the garden. She flinched slightly at the sound of your voice, but she didn’t turn around. "Are you alright?"

There was a long pause before she spoke, her voice quiet, almost distant. "She’s right, you know," Portia said, her tone flat. "Penelope... she has a point."

You frowned, taking a step closer. "About what?"

Portia turned to face you then, and the look in her eyes made your heart sink. There was pain there, but also a deep-seated doubt that hadn’t been present before. "About us. About this." She gestured vaguely between the two of you. "What we have... it can’t last. It’s not real."

Your stomach twisted at her words, and you felt your pulse quicken. "What do you mean, it’s not real?" you asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. "What we have is real, Portia. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I know you feel it too."

Portia shook her head, taking a step back from you. "But it doesn’t matter, does it? Society... people like us, we don’t get to have this. We don’t get to love who we want. I’ve spent my whole life playing by society’s rules, and if I break them now, everything will fall apart."

You took a step toward her, desperate to close the emotional distance she was putting between you. "You don’t have to live by society’s rules anymore," you pleaded. "We can make our own rules, Portia. We don’t need anyone else’s approval to be happy."

But Portia shook her head again, more forcefully this time. "No. No, we can’t. Penelope’s right. If this gets out... it will ruin me. It will ruin my family. I can’t do that to her, to myself. It’s better if we... if we end this now."

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. You felt your heart clench painfully in your chest as the reality of what she was saying sank in. She was trying to end things—trying to walk away from everything you had built together. And it broke something inside you.

"Are you really going to let society dictate your happiness?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mix of hurt and anger. "After everything we’ve been through? After everything you’ve told me? You’re just going to throw it all away because Penelope doesn’t approve?"

Portia’s eyes flashed with pain, but she remained firm. "This isn’t just about Penelope," she said, her voice shaking. "It’s about... everything. The way people will look at me, the way they’ll talk about me. I’ve spent my whole life protecting my image, maintaining a reputation. And for what? To throw it away for something that... that isn’t meant to last."

You took another step forward, your voice rising with frustration. "Something that isn’t meant to last?" you repeated incredulously. "Portia, this is meant to last. This is real. Don’t you see that? You’ve been living in a gilded cage your whole life, but with me... you’re free. You don’t have to hide anymore."

Portia’s lips trembled, her eyes filling with unshed tears. "Free?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "I’ve never been free. Not with Archibald. Not with anyone."

The mention of Archibald ignited something deep inside you. Your voice hardened as you spoke. "That’s because he never loved you. He only paraded you around like a trophy, Portia. I know what he did to you. I know how he kept you locked away, how he treated you like you were something to be owned, not loved."

Portia’s breath hitched, her face paling at your words, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she turned away, her shoulders trembling. "It doesn’t matter," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "He’s gone now. But what people remember... it’s the perfect Lady Featherington. If I... if we continue this, people will see the cracks. They’ll know that I was never perfect. And I can’t bear that."

You stepped around her, forcing her to meet your gaze, your anger giving way to desperation. "Portia, you don’t have to be perfect. Not with me. I love you for who you are—flaws and all. You’ve spent your whole life pretending to be something you’re not. When are you going to let yourself be happy?"

She stared at you, her eyes wide and filled with conflict. For a moment, you thought you’d gotten through to her, but then she shook her head, stepping back again.

"I can’t," she whispered, tears finally spilling over. "I can’t do this. It’s not real. It’s not possible."

You stared at her, disbelief and anger swirling inside you. "So that’s it, then?" you asked, your voice bitter. "You’re just going to walk away? After everything we’ve been through?"

Portia’s tears continued to fall, but she nodded, her expression pained. "Yes," she whispered. "I’m sorry, but I have to protect my family. I have to protect Penelope."

At that moment, neither of you noticed Penelope standing just behind the garden hedge, overhearing every word. She had followed her mother after their earlier conversation, intending to apologize. But now, she stood frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she listened to the raw truth being laid bare.

You, however, couldn’t take it anymore. The hurt, the betrayal—it was all too much. You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as you turned away from her. "Fine," you said coldly. "If you want to throw this away, if you want to keep living in your perfect little lie, then go ahead."

You didn’t wait for her to respond. You stormed away, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind reeling with anger and pain. As you left, you heard Portia’s choked sobs behind you, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

When you were gone, Portia collapsed onto the bench in the garden, burying her face in her hands as she wept. She hadn’t even noticed Penelope emerging from behind the hedge, her expression a mix of shock and guilt.

For a long moment, Penelope stood there, watching her mother break down, unsure of what to do. She had never seen Portia like this—so raw, so vulnerable. It was as if the perfect image of Lady Featherington had crumbled before her eyes.

But when Portia finally noticed Penelope, her tears stopped abruptly. She sat up, wiping her face quickly, composing herself with a practiced grace. By the time Penelope approached her, Portia was already pulling the mask of indifference back over her features.

"Mother..." Penelope began softly, unsure of what to say.

Portia stood, smoothing out her dress, her expression cold and unreadable once again. "Is there something you need, Penelope?" she asked, her voice steady despite the redness in her eyes.

Penelope swallowed hard, guilt gnawing at her as she looked at her mother, who was now pretending as if nothing had happened. "I... I wanted to apologize," she said softly. "For earlier. I was harsh, and I didn’t mean—"

"It’s fine," Portia cut her off, her voice clipped. "You were right. You don’t need to apologize."

Penelope stared at her mother, her heart aching for the woman who was clearly hiding so much pain. But she didn’t push it. She didn’t know how.

Instead, she simply nodded, watching as Portia walked past her, back toward the estate, leaving behind the broken pieces of her heart in the garden.

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Portia Featherington Smut Alphabet

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

Portia is surprisingly attentive and nurturing after intimacy. She ensures you’re comfortable, offering gentle touches, soft words of praise, and tidying the sheets to maintain a sense of order. She'll likely brush your hair or trace patterns on your skin to keep the connection lingering.

B = Body part (favorite body part of their partner's)

She adores your neck, whether to admire its elegance, kiss along the curve, or leave subtle marks as reminders of her passion.

C = Collar (do they mark you as theirs in some way?)

Portia prefers subtle marks like faint love bites or scratches that can be easily hidden. She also enjoys gifting jewelry, like bracelets or necklaces, to claim her partner in a more socially acceptable way.

D = Dominant (who is in control? are they a top or bottom?)

Portia thrives on control and enjoys being dominant. She relishes setting the pace and guiding the experience, though she appreciates a partner who can challenge her from time to time.

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

Portia isn't highly experienced but compensates with a natural flair for seduction. She learns quickly, masking any insecurities with confidence and charm.

F = Fuck (do they prefer to fuck or make love?)

She enjoys both, depending on the mood. While she appreciates passionate, fiery encounters, she also craves softer, more romantic moments that affirm emotional intimacy.

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

Portia tends to be serious during intimacy, valuing to maintain her elegance and composure. However, with the right partner, she may let loose enough to share a playful laugh or teasing comment.

H = Hot (what turns them on, gets them going)

Confidence, wit, and admiration get Portia's pulse racing. Someone who knows how to flirt in both subtle and bold ways, and truly appreciates her is sure to capture her attention.

I = Insatiable (how do they act when they're desperate to have you?)

When desperate, Portia becomes more assertive and commanding. She'll use lingering touches, whispered words, and smoldering glances to make her intentions clear and leave no room for resistance.

J= Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Portia views self pleasure as a rare indulgence, often reserved for moments of solitude when she can fully embrace her fantasies without interruption.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a penchant for light bondage, silk ties, and blindfolds, enjoying the thrill of control and anticipation. She also enjoys being worshipped and lavished with praise.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Portia prefers luxurious, private spaces like finely decorated bedrooms or secluded lounges. However, the thrill of a hidden rendezvous during a ball or event intrigues her.

M = Mood (what's the foreplay like? how do you get them in the mood?)

Foreplay with Portia is slow and deliberate. She enjoys lingering kisses, whispered compliments, and teasing touches.

N = Naked (how do they undress? do they like to watch you undress?)

Portia undresses slowly and purposefully, savoring the attention. She enjoys the art of seduction and loves watching you undress, particularly if you make it a show for her.

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

She thoroughly enjoys receiving and expects you to put in the effort to please her. She may not be as skilled in giving, but she won’t let that stop her from trying and improving based on you telling her what you like.

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

Portia typically prefers a slow and sensual pace, savoring every moment. That said, she's not opposed to a faster pace, and more passionate rhythm when she’s in the mood for it.

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

While she enjoys the thrill of a quickie, especially in risky or unexpected places, Portia prefers longer, more drawn out sessions. Quickies are occasional indulgences rather than regular occurrences.

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

Portia enjoys pushing boundaries and is willing to experiment, provided it's discreet and doesn't risk tarnishing her reputation.

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

Portia has impressive endurance, and is usually able to keep up for as many rounds as you desire. She prioritizes satisfaction over quantity though, wanting every experience to feel complete.

T = Tryst (are they into casual sex or one night stands?)

Casual encounters aren't Portia's style. She values emotional connection and discretion, preferring meaningful relationships over fleeting flings.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Portia is a master of teasing, using lingering touches, knowing glances, and playtul innuendos to leave her partner yearning for more.

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

Portia is relatively quiet, favoring soft moans and breathy whispers. In particularly heated moments, she might let out a more audible gasp or cry.

W = Wait (how long do they wait before having sex with their partner for the first time?)

Portia is cautious and deliberate, preferring to build trust and intimacy first. She doesn't rush, waiting until the relationship feels secure.

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

Portia's undergarments are luxurious and finely crafted, designed to make her feel powerful and alluring. She favors lace and silk that accentuate her elegance.

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

Her sex drive is moderate but easily ignited by the right partner. She thrives on admiration and attention, which often fuels her desire.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Portia enjoys basking in the afterglow, preferring to talk softly or cuddle before falling asleep. Once content, she drifts off relatively quickly.

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Request Information

Hello! This is where I will have all of my rules for requesting!

I write for characters from The Arcana. Those characters being Asra, Julian, Nadia, Portia, Muriel, and Lucio.

Rules

I write mainly for male and gender neutral readers but will occasionally write for female readers.

I will do smut but nothing to do with pee or anything like that.

No pedophilia, incest, homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc.

I will do angst and stuff but won't do anything super gorey.

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❝ goodies, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: ja'marr is a lot of things, subtle is not one of them. when he drops the bomb of joe's no nut november pact, it's only fair you make it as difficult for him to stick to it as possible, right?

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: the idea that started this entire nnn series lol lsu joe 😵‍💫. day six of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, arkansas slander, reader is a menace, sexting, dick pic, unprotected sex, mention of the pull-out method, handjob.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: lsu!joe burrow x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.2k.

Your living room buzzed with the chatter of friends and the distant sounds of a video game battle royale. You leaned into the couch, your elbow digging into the cushion as you listened to Alani and Portia's latest gossip, their laughter echoing off the walls. Across from you, Joe, Ja'Marr, and Justin were huddled around the TV, controllers in hand, immersed in a digital world of basketball glory. The aroma of pizza and the occasional snort of laughter filled the air.

Ja'Marr looked up from the screen and caught your eye, a sly smile spreading across his face. "So, Joe," he said, pausing the game, "How's No Nut November treating you?"

Joe's thumbs hovered over his controller, his eyes flicking over to you before returning to the screen. "It's fine, man. No big deal."

But your ears had perked up at the mention of the infamous challenge. You felt your eyebrows furrow in reaction to Joe's participation in something so ludicrous. "No Nut November?" you echoed, your voice laced with disbelief.

Ja'Marr chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Yeah, Joe suggested we do it this season. You know, build up that testosterone for the big games."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, so you're telling me that if I showed up at your place, begging you to fuck me, you’d turn me down?” You challenged, your voice a blend of playfulness and disbelief.

Joe, ever the poker face, barely glanced away from the TV. "Well, you're not begging," he quipped, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "And it's not just about saying no. It's about self-discipline."

You rolled your eyes and whispered to Alani and Portia, "Can you believe this?" The three of you stifled your laughter, exchanging knowing glances.

"Hold up," Portia said, leaning towards you, "If Joe's really into this 'No Nut November' shit, maybe we can make a bet of our own."

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, like how much you think it'll take for him to crack?"

Your competitive spirit ignited. "I bet he won't make it through the week."

Alani and Portia's giggles grew louder, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "Okay," Alani drawled out as she thought for a moment. "We'll bet on it. If you can get Joe to break before the week is over, we'll buy your drinks for the rest of the month. But if he makes it, you're cleaning the apartment for the month."

Your mouth twitched with a smirk. "You're on," you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder. You knew Joe's resolve was iron-clad, but you had a few tricks up your sleeve.

"Are you seriously betting on my bet? That's cold, babe," Joe called out from the couch without taking his eyes off the TV, a hint of amusement in his voice. You stuck your tongue out at him before turning to your friends, your eyes gleaming with determination. "Game on," you said, raising your hand for a high five.

-

The week began with a series of subtle teases from you. You would strut into the room wearing nothing but Joe's oversized t-shirts, your bare legs leaving little to the imagination. You would bake his favorite cookies, their warm, sweet scent wafting through the apartment when he'd stop by to see you. You would casually drop sexually charged innuendos into typical conversations, watching Joe's reactions with a devilish glint in your eye.

But Joe remained unfazed, his resolve stronger than ever. Each day, he'd give you a knowing smile and say, "Good luck with that," before retreating back to his phone or his laptop. The tension grew thicker than the smell of those freshly baked cookies, and the conversations between the two of you were more heated than the Baton Rouge summer humidity.

One evening, as the week dragged on, you sat on the couch with Joe, your legs thrown over his lap, watching the latest episode of your favorite TV drama. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his muscular thighs tense beneath you. The room was dimly lit by the flickering TV screen, casting a warm glow on your faces. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his neck, whispering sweet promises and nibbling on his ear. His grip on your thigh tightened, and you knew you had his full attention.

"Come on, Joe," you purred, your voice dripping with seductive challenge. "You can't tell me you're not feeling it."

Joe's jaw clenched, his eyes never leaving the TV. "Babe, I'm serious. This is a commitment I made. And I'm not losing."

Your smile grew wider, your eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I know you're serious," you whispered, your hand sliding up to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart. "But I'm just saying, you've got to be close to the edge by now."

Joe's eyes darted to yours, a spark of annoyance mixed with lust. "I can handle it," he said firmly, his voice strained.

The days turned into a dance of temptation and denial. You upped your game, slipping into his apartment while he studied, dressed in his favorite set underneath an oversized hoodie, your moisturized skin glowing in the soft lamplight. You would whisper dirty thoughts in his ear, your breath tickling his skin, your fingers tracing the waistband of his sweatpants, feeling the growing bulge beneath. Each time, Joe would push you away with a gruff laugh, calling you relentless.

But you were more determined than ever. You knew Joe's weaknesses, the way he liked his kisses—needy, all tongue as you moaned into each other's mouths—and the way his eyes would glaze over when you touched him just right.

-

One evening, you decided to bring in the big guns. As you sat side by side in your bedroom, you leaned over and whispered, "Babe, I need you to help me with something."

Joe looked up from his laptop, his blue eyes piercing through the darkness. "What's up?"

You bit your bottom lip, your heart racing. "I can't focus on my homework," you whined, your voice low and seductive. "I'm just too distracted."

Joe raised an eyebrow. "What do you need my help with?"

You leaned closer, your hand sliding onto his thigh. "Well, you know what usually helps me focus..." You trailed off, your eyes flicking down to his crotch before meeting his gaze again.

Joe sighed, setting his laptop aside. "You're not playing fair," he said, though the smirk on his face betrayed the seriousness of his words. You giggled as you shrugged playfully. "But I need you, Joe. I really do."

The air grew thick with tension as Joe contemplated his options. He knew he was close to breaking, and your touch was making it increasingly difficult to hold out. You slid your hand up to his waistband, your thumb brushing against the bulge that had formed in his shorts. His breath hitched, his resolve wavering like a candle in a storm.

"Babe, I can't. You know the rules," Joe murmured, trying to ignore the heat building in his pants. But you weren't one to back down easily. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear. "Please, Joe. Just a little bit," you begged, your voice a seductive purr.

Joe's hand shot up, gripping the back of your neck firmly, his eyes flashing with desire. "Babe, you're going to be the death of me," he groaned.

Your grin grew even wider, your brown eyes sparkling with mischief. You sat up, straddling him, your hips pressing into his lap. "Is that a yes?"

Joe's gaze drifted down to your full lips before he pushed you away, a little too roughly, his breathing ragged. "Nope. Not happening," he said, his voice finding its gruff firmness.

You pouted, your eyes glinting with determination. "Come on, Joe, I'm begging," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of amusement and desperation.

Joe leaned back, his hand still on the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin there. "You know I can't," he said, his voice strained.

You leaned in, your breasts brushing against his chest. "But baby, I'm horny," you whined, your voice dripping with exaggerated need.

Joe's eyes narrowed, and he chuckled. "You're always horny."

You rolled your eyes as you shifted away from the bed, Joe's smug grin following you. "Fine," you said, pouting. "But you know this isn't over."

Joe chuckled, standing up and stretching. "I'll make it up to you after the month's over," he promised, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

-

By Friday night, you were more than ready to throw in the towel on your little bet. Joe would be playing against Arkansas Saturday night, and you knew he would practically be MIA most of the day. Sitting in the living room of your apartment, you had all but accepted defeat.

"You know what," you said to Alani and Portia, "I think I'm gonna lose."

Your friends exchanged knowing glances, their smiles smug. "You can't give up now," Alani said, nibbling on a slice of pizza. "You're so close to breaking him."

Portia nodded in agreement, her eyes glued to the TV. "Besides, the game's tomorrow. They're playing an SEC rival tomorrow, he might get caught up in the adrenaline and forget all about the challenge."

You scoffed. "Yeah, because Joe Burrow—Joe Cool if you will—is just gonna forget about his sacred 'No Nut November' because they beat Arkansas... a trash SEC team." But deep down, you knew they had a point. The pressure was on, and you had one last shot to win the bet.

That night, as the clock ticked closer to midnight, you lay on the couch, scrolling through your phone. Your mind was unable to focus on the trash reality show that had become a Friday night tradition for the three roommates. Alani and Portia were sprawled out on the floor, surrounded by snack wrappers and empty soda cans, their laughter bouncing off the walls.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you looked down to see a text from Joe. Your heart skipped a beat as you read the message.

You're home, right?

You responded, playing it cool.

Yeah, why?

Good.

Came his curt reply, followed by a photo that made you gasp. It was a picture of Joe's covered but visibly erect length, straining against the fabric of his shorts. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight, your pulse quickening.

Your boyfriend had never been one to send many pictures of himself, let alone pictures that bordered on nudes. You felt a thrill of victory run through you as you realized Joe was finally cracking under the pressure.

You texted back, your thumbs flying over the screen.

Oh, is that for me?

Joe's response was swift.

Yeah, it is. Fuck No Nut November.

The words sent a jolt of excitement through your body. You looked over at your roommates, who were now watching you with confused expressions.

"Joe just sent me a dick pic," you sang, rising to your feet, the excitement in your voice palpable.

Alani and Portia's laughter abruptly cut off, their eyes snapping to you in disbelief. "Wait, what?" Alani squealed, reaching for your phone. You dodged her hand, holding the device away with a grin.

Your phone pinged again with another incoming text from Joe.

Open the door.

Your eyes gleamed with victory as you strutted over to the door, your hips swaying with confidence. You threw it open to reveal Joe standing in the hallway, his expression a mix of frustration and need. He stepped into the apartment without saying a word, his eyes locked onto yours.

Your boyfriend was a beautiful man. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, clocking in well over 6 feet tall, with a gorgeous smile. But as he towered over you in the doorway, visibly frustrated with pink brushes of color over the bridge of his nose and the apples of his Louisiana sun-tanned cheeks, you couldn't help but feel as if he'd never been more beautiful.

"You told them?" Joe's voice was a mix of annoyance and amusement as he stepped into the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him, hand already reaching for the flesh of your hip. You nodded, unable to suppress the wide grin on your face.

"You sent me a dick pic, Joseph Burrow," you said with a smirk, leaning into his broad frame. The sight of him standing there, looking so flustered and needy, had your heart racing.

Joe rolled his eyes, his grip on your hips tightening. "I know," he said, his voice gruff. "I’ll get you guys your 20 bucks in a minute. Right now, I’ve got something more important to handle."

With that, he scooped you into his arms, his eyes dark with desire. You squealed with surprise, your friends’ laughter trailing behind the two of you as Joe carried you into your bedroom, kicking the door shut.

Alani and Portia giggled, retreating to the front door to give you two space. "Take all the time you need, we’ll find somewhere else to spend the night. Just don’t break the bed!" Alani called out as she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Joe alone in the apartment.

The room was bathed in a soft moonlight, the only sound was the rustling of your clothes as Joe laid you on the bed. He hovered over you, his gaze intense as he reached for the hem of your shirt. Your heart thundered in your chest as you watched Joe's strong, calloused hands peel away the layers of fabric, revealing your bare skin. His touch was like fire, leaving trails of heat wherever he went.

"So, Mr. Self-discipline," you smirked up at Joe as he hovered above you, the bed creaking under your combined weight, "What lesson have we learned this week?"

Joe's eyes narrowed in mock anger as he grabbed the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down. "The only lesson I've learned is that you're a distraction," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Your laughter turned into a breathy moan as Joe's mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking as he worked his way down your body. His hands skimmed over your curves, igniting a trail of pleasure that made your toes curl. You felt his erection press against your thigh, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I think we've both learned some things," you whispered, arching your back as Joe's teeth grazed your collarbone. His hands moved your hair away from your face to trail his kisses down to the valley between your breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you couldn't help but whimper. "But the most important one is that I always win," you said, your voice filled with triumph.

Joe chuckled darkly, his eyes meeting yours as he peeled your panties away from your skin. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his voice a mix of challenge and lust. He held back a groan of appreciation as he took in the sight of your bare pussy, already glistening with need.

Your hands found the bottom of his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it was over his head, revealing his broad, muscular chest. You traced the lines of his obliques with your fingertips, feeling his muscles tighten beneath your touch. Joe leaned down to kiss you, his tongue sliding into your mouth with the same urgency that was building between your thighs.

He broke the kiss to pull his shorts off, his erection springing free, standing tall and proud. You licked your lips as you took in the sight of him, feeling a fresh wave of arousal wash over you.

Joe leaned over you, his breath warm and minty as he whispered, "You're so needy, baby. Couldn't go a week without me, huh?" You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, but you didn't deny it. Your body was begging for his touch, your pussy throbbing with anticipation.

You smiled into the kiss he pressed to your lips. "Not as much as you, clearly."

Joe's smirk grew into a grin as he hovered above you, his cock standing proudly at attention. "Clearly," he murmured, his hand moving down to stroke your thigh, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner leg.

Your eyes fluttered closed as Joe's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing the edge of your pussy. You were already wet for him, and you knew you wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. "You're so fucking beautiful, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

"Show me how much you've missed me, Joey," you urged, your voice breathy.

For a moment, he just stared at you, his eyes a stormy sea of blue. Then, with a curse, he gave in, pushing inside you with one swift stroke that made you arch off the bed with pleasure. Your nails dug into the sheets, your body stretching to accommodate his size. He was thick, and you felt every inch of him, filling you completely.

"Fuck," Joe groaned, burying his face in your neck. His hips began to move, setting a rhythm that had your toes curling and your legs shaking. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. The friction was exquisite, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you both started spiraling towards your climaxes.

Your hands trailed up from his back into the strands of his hair, his hips beginning to set a relentless pace that sent waves of ecstasy crashing over you. You could feel the tension in his body, the desperation that mirrored your own. You moaned his name, urging him on, your breath coming in pants that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Jesus, babe," Joe grunted, his movements growing more erratic as he continued working you both to your orgasms. You could feel the muscles in his arms tensing, his hand reached down to draw your thigh to rest against his waist. His fingers squeezed at the soft, supple flesh until you knew you'd have bruises in the morning.

But you didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of him inside you and the way he filled you so completely.

Your moans grew louder, filling the room as you gave in to the pleasure that had been denied for too long. You felt his muscles tense, his grip on your thigh tighten, and knew he was close to losing his battle against the bet.

"You're gonna break, baby," you whispered, your voice a seductive purr. "You're gonna lose the challenge."

Joe's eyes snapped to yours, a challenge gleaming in your depths. "Don't you fucking start with that shit right now," he growled, his breathing ragged despite the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile.

Joe groaned, the sound of pure agony and pleasure as he fought the urge to come too quickly. Your eyes glittered with excitement, your heart racing as you watched him struggle. But you weren't about to let him win.

He had hell to pay for making you wait.

You slid your hand down between your bodies, your fingertips circling your clit as Joe's cock hit just the right spot inside you. The combination was electric, and you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm building.

Your laugh was breathless, a sweet sound that seemed to push him closer to the edge. You sat up, your breasts bouncing with the movement, and kissed him deeply, your tongue dancing with his.

Joe’s eyes rolled back into his head, a low groan escaping his throat. He could feel his self-control slipping away, the pressure building to a crescendo that he hadn’t felt in weeks. He knew he was going to lose this bet, but he also knew it was going to be more than worth it.

"Let me know when you need to pull out." your voice seemed to curl around him, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you watched Joe’s face contort with pleasure.

"Fuck off, you’re enjoying this way too much," Joe murmured, his jaw clenched as he tried to hold back. "You're on the pill, remember?" He continued, his voice strained as he pushed into you deeper.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you nodded, your hands running over his back. "Mmhmm," you hummed, your hips rocking into his. "But I'm not ready to bring a little light-skinned baby into this world."

Joe groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. "Goddamn, babe," he warned, his voice strained. "Can't say shit like that when I'm about three seconds away from making it a reality."

"Pull out, dummy," you laughed, knowing he just wanted to prolong the inevitable.

He pulled out with a gasp, his cock glistening with your arousal. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment, your body begging for more. But you knew the game was still on.

He hissed out a strained, "Fuck," and your eyes widened as you watched Joe’s hand wrap around his throbbing cock, the veins bulging with the painful pulse of his ruined orgasm. The sight of his angry, red tip was almost too much for you to handle, but you bit your lip, keeping your own desire in check. He leaned over the side of the bed, reaching to pull out a condom from the stash in the nightstand.

With trembling fingers, he tore the packet open and rolled it over his erection. The anticipation was killing you, and you could feel your pussy clenching, begging for him to fill you up again.

"Get on top," Joe ordered, his voice gruff with need. You didn’t miss a beat, straddling him and sliding back onto his cock with a moan that seemed to resonate through your very bones. He filled you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way.

Your hands braced on his chest, you began to move, your hips rolling in a sensual dance that had Joe’s eyes crossing with pleasure. The head of his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust, and you could feel your orgasm building again. You threw your head back, your hair cascading down your back like a waterfall of chocolate silk.

The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to echo off the walls. Your breath grew ragged as you worked yourself closer to the edge, your eyes crafting a hazy image of Joe in his bliss. You could see the need in his gaze, the desire that was just barely being contained.

Joe’s hands roamed over your body, cupping your tits and teasing your nipples until they were pebbled and sensitive. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

You leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest as you kissed him again, your tongue delving into his mouth with a hunger that matched his. You could feel Joe’s body tensing beneath you, his muscles straining as he held back his release. You broke the kiss, panting, your eyes locked on his.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, baby," Joe murmured against your neck as your hips rolled faster, your breaths coming in pants. He could feel the tightness of your pussy clamping down around him, your walls fluttering with the beginnings of your climax. His own release was barreling towards him like a freight train, the pressure in his balls becoming almost painful.

"Pain in my ass, but so fucking beautiful. "Joe’s voice was a gruff whisper in your ear as his hands moved to your ass, urging you to ride him harder.

You laughed wholeheartedly, a sweet sound that seemed to push Joe closer to the edge. You leaned back, your hands on his thighs, and increased your pace, feeling him swell inside you with every thrust. The sight of you bouncing on him, your pussy clenching around his cock, and your breasts engaged in their own mesmerizing dance, was almost too much.

"Don’t hold back, Joey, I can take it," you teased, your voice thick with lust as you continued to ride him with wild abandon.

Joe's eyes rolled back, and a guttural groan escaped his lips. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, pushing you to the brink of his own release. The tension in the room was palpable, an intense mix of desire and competition that seemed to fuel your passion even further.

You threw your head back, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as you felt Joe's cock swell even more. You knew he was close, and you reveled in the power you had over him.

"Do it," you breathed out, your voice a command. "Come for me, baby."

Joe nodded frantically, eyes closing. Then with a whimper, he let go, his hot seed spilling into the condom. Your own orgasm crashed over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. You remained like that for a few moments, your bodies entwined, breathing heavily as you both came down from your shared highs.

You collapsed onto Joe's chest, your heart racing. You felt his chest heave with his breaths, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. You had won the bet, and more importantly, you had Joe's full attention again. You kissed him softly, your hand stroking his sweaty hair.

After a moment, you pulled back, your eyes twinkling with triumph. "How are you gonna explain this to Ja’Marr and Justin?" You asked, a smug smile playing on your lips.

Joe rolled his eyes, a grin spreading across his face despite his defeat. "I'll think of something. Maybe I'll say you’re a witch with magical pussy powers," he quipped, earning a playful smack from you.

"Asshole," you said with affection, snuggling into him. "You’re so gross."

Joe chuckled, his arms tightening around you. "But you love me anyway."

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound a sweet echo in the quiet room. "Unfortunately, I do."

The two of you lay together, basking in the aftermath of your passionate encounter, the only sound was your mingled breaths and the distant murmur of Baton Rouge outside. Joe separated from your warmth briefly to get rid of the soiled condom. You could feel his dick pulsing gently as it rested against your thigh, the reminder of his release. It was a feeling you hadn't felt in a while, and it brought a sense of contentment that you hadn't realized you had been missing.

Finally, Joe spoke up, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You know, I should be mad at you."

You pulled back slightly, your smile fading into a look of concern. "Mad? Why?"

Joe sighed, his grip on you loosening. "Because you didn’t even give me a chance to win. You played dirty."

Your eyes sparkled with mischief. "But you love it when I play dirty." You wiggled your hips, feeling him harden against your thigh once more.

Joe groaned, his grip tightening again. "You're going to be the death of me," he said, though his voice held a playful lilt.

You giggled, leaning in for another kiss. "But what a way to go," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

Joe's chuckle was strained, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm. "True," he murmured, his eyes drifting shut as your kisses turned gentle, exploring his jaw and neck.

Your fingertips trailed over his chest, tracing the muscles that had flexed so beautifully under your touch just moments before. Slowly they trailed down to his semi-hard cock, which twitched at the contact. You couldn’t resist the urge to tease him, your nails scraping lightly over the sensitive skin.

Joe groaned, his smile growing wicked. "You're not helping." A large hand dipped down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before smacking it lightly. You giggled, the sound spurring his already raging libido.

Your fingers wrapped around him, stroking him with the same skill that had driven him to distraction the entire week. "What if I don't want to help?" you whispered, your eyes full of challenge.

Joe's eyes snapped open, his smirk turning predatory. "You're playing a dangerous game, babe." But the twitch in his cock told you he enjoyed it.

Your hand stroked him more firmly now, your thumb circling the sensitive head. "Isn't that what you love about me?" you purred, feeling the beginnings of his arousal building again.

Joe groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he fought the urge to let go again. "You're a menace," he murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and exasperation.

"And you love it," you whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. Your hand never stopped moving, your touch growing more insistent as you felt him swell beneath you.

Joe’s eyes snapped open, a smoldering look in their depths. "Maybe," he conceded, his voice thick with lust.

Your smirk grew into a full-blown smile, your hand picking up the pace. The feel of him in your hand was intoxicating, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. "Maybe?" you teased, your voice rising in mock innocence.

"Fine, I love it," Joe groaned, his hips bucking up to meet your strokes. "But you're going to pay for this."

With a flourish, Joe eased away from your hand and flipped you both over. You found yourself pinned beneath him, his eyes dark with desire. He reached over into the nightstand, grabbing another condom to replace the discarded one sitting in the small trashcan beside the bed.

"Oh, really?" you challenged, your voice laced with excitement. "And what do you plan to do to me?"

Joe's eyes glinted in the moonlight as he leaned over you, his teeth grazing your neck. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight," he murmured, his cock nudging against your entrance.

Your eyes widened with excitement, your pussy already slick with anticipation. "Is that a promise?" you whispered, your voice breathless.

"You bet your sweet ass it is," Joe said, his voice a low growl as he pushed into you again. Your walls clenched around him, and he had to bite back a moan at the feeling. He’d missed this, missed you, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass without making it count.

He began to move, slow and deep, watching as your eyes glazed over with pleasure. Your nails dug into his back, leaving half-moons on his skin. Your moans grew louder with every stroke, and Joe knew he had you exactly where he wanted you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a kiss that was all passion and possession, his tongue dancing with yours as your hips met in a rhythm that seemed to be choreographed by fate itself.

The room grew hot, the scent of sex and sweat mingling with the faint hint of your perfume. The only light came from the moon, casting a soft glow over your tangled limbs. Your breath grew ragged, your moans turning to whimpers as Joe hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. You felt your orgasm building again, a wave ready to crash over you at any moment.

But Joe wasn’t done with you yet. His hips picked up speed, his strokes becoming more forceful as he claimed your body once again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back as you matched his rhythm, urging him deeper. Your nails scored his back, leaving red lines in their wake as the intensity grew.

"Such a greedy girl," Joe murmured against your lips, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. He could feel you tighten around him, your pussy begging for release. He didn’t plan to give it to you just yet. He wanted to savor the feeling of you beneath him, savor the way you moaned his name like a prayer.

"Couldn’t let me go for a month, huh? Just had to have my cock fuckin' split you open, huh?" Joe grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic as his own release built.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your breathing coming in short gasps. "Y-yes," you managed to whimper out.

Joe’s smirk grew wider, his cock swelling even more inside you. He knew you were close, your pussy clenching around him. He reached between you, his thumb finding your clit, and began to rub it in small circles as he continued to fuck you hard. Your eyes snapped open, and you stared up at him with a mix of pleasure and desperation.

"Joe, I’m gonna—fuck, yes!" Your voice was a breathy whisper, your body trembling with anticipation.

Joe’s own need was palpable, his strokes becoming more urgent as he felt your walls tighten around him. "Come for me, baby. Show me how much I’ve been neglecting you." He growled, his voice a low rumble that made your insides clench.

Your eyes snapped open, meeting Joe’s intense gaze as you felt yourself teeter on the edge. The orgasm built, a crescendo of pleasure that made your toes curl and your body tighten. With a scream, you shattered, your pussy clenching around Joe’s cock in a vice-like grip that had him groaning in ecstasy. He followed you over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he filled you with his hot cum, the feeling of him losing control only adding to your own pleasure.

Your heart raced, your chest heaving with every breath. Joe leaned in, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "You win, baby. You always win."

You grinned, your eyes still hazy with passion. "Damn right, I do."

You lay there basking in the afterglow, your bodies sticky with sweat and the scent of sex filling the room. Eventually, Joe rolled off you, his cock slipping out with a wet sound, his cum coating the material of the condom. He disposed of the second soiled condom and then collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving. You couldn’t help but admire the view, his muscles defined and glistening from the exertion.

"Fuck, I needed that," Joe mumbled, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You chuckled, turning onto your side to face him. "You say that every time we fuck, but it’s like you forget how good it is when you go on those stupid bets," you teased, playfully poking his chest.

Joe caught your hand, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. "Maybe I need the bets to remind me how much I miss this when I’m not getting it," he said, his voice still rough from his orgasm.

Your eyes searched his, and you could see the truth in them. Despite the teasing, you knew he enjoyed the challenge you presented, and the thrill of the chase was just as much a part of your relationship as your intimate moments of passion. You leaned in to kiss him, your lips meeting in a gentle caress that spoke of something deeper than the physical connection you had just shared.

As you two lay there, your hearts slowly returning to a steady beat, your mind raced with the implications of your victory. You had won the bet, but more importantly, you had proven to Joe that you could break through his walls of self-control. It was a dizzy feeling, one that filled you with a newfound sense of power in your relationship.

"So, what do I get for winning?" you asked, your voice still husky from your love-making.

Joe chuckled, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. "What do you want?" he replied, his eyes playfully challenging yours.

You pretended to think for a moment, your hand tracing a line down Joe’s chest. "How about you never make a stupid bet like that again?" you suggested with a cheeky smile.

Joe rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face betrayed his amusement. "Okay, fine, I’ll never do a No Nut November again if you promise to leave my fantasy football league alone," he countered, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek gently.

Your eyes lit up with mischief. "You’re an NCAA athlete, you shouldn’t be betting in the first place."

"Hey, a guy’s gotta have fun somehow," Joe said with a grin. He kissed you again, his hand resting innocently on your body for the first time that week.

Your smile turned sly. "Well, you definitely had your fun tonight. I’m surprised you have anything left in you after that performance."

Joe’s grin turned wolfish, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. "Oh, don’t you worry, baby. I’ve got plenty more where that came from." His hand trailed down to your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze before sliding up to cup your ass. You giggled, squirming against him.

"That’s enough for tonight, Joseph. Maybe if you win tomorrow’s game, I’ll consider it," you teased, playfully swatting his hand away.

Joe’s eyes narrowed, his competitive spirit riled up. "Against Arkansas? Babe, have some faith in me, holy shit," he said, his voice a low rumble as you both laughed. "But when I win, you’re all mine for the weekend. No distractions, no friends, just you and me."

Your pulse quickened at the thought of an uninterrupted weekend of Joe’s undivided attention. "Can't wait," you whispered.

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Bridging Realities

ℑℑ. 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤....𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: unedited, slow burn, eventual smut/ spicy scenes, angst but happy ending, playful banter

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The Featherington household was a whirlwind of activity The hum of anticipation filled the air, mingling with the clinking of jewelry boxes being opened and the soft rustle of fabric.

You stood before the gilded mirror in the dressing room with all of the featherington women. The butter-yellow fabric shimmered faintly in the candlelight, a stark reminder of the gaudy tastes of your supposed family. You resisted the urge to tug at the neckline, which felt slightly too tight, and instead smoothed the fabric over your waist, trying to appear at ease.

Penelope, seated nearby, was unusually quiet as she read a book. Her dress, a softer shade of yellow, suited her far better than your overly bright attire. She caught your gaze in the mirror and offered a small, nervous smile.

“Would you like me to prepare some potatoes for the ladies downstairs, ma’am?” Varley asks

“Potatoes?” Prudence peeks out from behind the changing screen “Again?”

Philippa pushes you out of the mirror to look at herself instead “Why are we always eating potatoes?” She mutters

“Because these days, I am the housekeeper, lady’s maid, scullery maid, and cook” Varley responds grabbing a spare dress

You sighed, looking at your hideous bright colored dress before snatching the light green- almost blue- dress from her hands “give me that” You huffed, turning to look at Por- your mama. “I am not wearing this hideous dress, I’ll look as if I’m there to bring light into the room as a candle instead of actually participating” is all you say before you push Prudence out of the way to change into a new dress

You ignore all of the talk about the lord featherington, blah, blah, blah- instead, your mind wanders to what you know will happen in this ball. The start of Kate and Anthony’s rivalry.

Although all of the scandal is what made their love strong, you find it all unnecessary for them to relieve it again. In fact, perhaps you should help them get their love story without all of the scandals and hurting Edwina.

You frown as you remember that there was the obstacle called Anthony’s insecurities about love. It will certainly be difficult to get him to ignore his fears and give in to love when that was the whole reason he didn’t get with Kate sooner.

“Y/n!” Portia calls out “Are you done? Or do we need to wait another hour for you? Hurry, child!”

You sighed, stepping out. On to another dreary event, although you cannot deny you are giddy to see the viscount again

The carriage ride to the ball was a mixture of anticipation and tedium. Prudence and Philippa chattered away about the eligible gentlemen expected to attend, while Portia chimed in with pointed reminders about the importance of securing a good match. You stared out the window, the sights of Regency London rolling by, your thoughts firmly fixed on the Bridgertons.

You knew this ball was the catalyst for Kate and Anthony’s love story—a story that would have them at each other’s throats before realizing their undeniable connection. But could you really stand by and let Edwina get caught in the crossfire? She didn’t deserve to have her heart broken, even if it was essential to the plot as you’d watched it.

“We’re here!” Philippa announced as the carriage came to a halt in front of the grand ballroom. The sound of music and laughter spilled out onto the street, mingling with the clatter of carriages and the hum of conversations.

Stepping out of the carriage, you adjusted your skirts, the soft green fabric flowing elegantly. The night air was crisp, and lanterns illuminated the path to the grand entrance.

Inside, the room was a kaleidoscope of color and sound. Gowns in every shade imaginable twirled across the floor as couples danced to the lively strains of the orchestra. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a warm, golden light over the bustling crowd.

You stayed close to Penelope, avoiding Portia’s sharp gaze as she guided Philippa and Prudence toward their “targets.”

And then, as if drawn by some invisible force, your eyes found him. Anthony Bridgerton, stood near the edge of the dance floor, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his sharp features illuminated by the flickering candlelight. His posture was commanding, his expression one of calculated indifference as he surveyed the room. And he was surrounded by a ton of ladies. You chuckled as you remember it was caused by Lady Bridgerton announcing he was marrying this season.

Your breath caught in your throat. Despite all your preparation for this moment, seeing him again was like a shock to your system. You froze, suddenly hyperaware of everything—the way your heart raced, the faint heat rising to your cheeks, and the almost surreal feeling of standing in the presence of someone you’d only ever seen on a screen.

“Y/n?” Penelope’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Are you all right?”

You blinked, tearing your gaze away from Anthony. “I’m fine,” you managed, though your voice betrayed your nerves.

“Good,” she said with a sly smile. “Because it looks like he’s noticed you.”

Your eyes darted back to Anthony, and sure enough, his piercing gaze was locked onto yours.

Holy fuck

You took in a deep breath before approaching him, pushing in between the multitude of ladies. He didn’t say it, but you know he needed saving “Lord Bridgerton,” you say with a smile “ I believe the dance you promised me is next”

Anthony's brow lifted in surprise, though he recovered quickly, offering a polite smile. “Miss Featherington,” he said, his tone smooth yet laced with curiosity. “I must admit, I don’t recall promising a dance. But far be it from me to deny a lady.” Your smile fell slightly

Seriously, doesn’t he get that you’re trying to save him?

Your cheeks burn slightly out of embarrassment but you compose yourself, a smile on your face.

The ladies surrounding him cast you scathing looks, muttering behind their fans as they reluctantly stepped back. You ignored them, meeting Anthony’s gaze with unwavering confidence.

“I distinctly remember, my lord,” you replied, extending your gloved hand. “Perhaps the memory escaped you, given how sought-after you are this evening.”

Anthony let out a low chuckle, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. “A clever gambit, Miss Featherington. Very well, shall we?”

He took your hand, his touch warm and firm, and led you to the dance floor. The orchestra struck up a lively waltz as he positioned himself opposite you, his hand resting lightly at your waist while the other held yours.

“Bold of you,” he murmured as you began to move in time with the music. “Claiming a dance so publicly. I dare say you’ve left half the room scandalized.”

You tilted your head, offering a coy smile. “I thought it might save you from being devoured alive. Judging by the crowd, you’ve become quite the prize.”

His lips twitched as though suppressing a grin. “And here I thought I was adept at managing such situations.”

“Clearly, even a viscount needs rescuing on occasion,” you teased.

Anthony’s gaze softened, a flicker of intrigue crossing his face. “And what, pray tell, made you decide to be my savior tonight?”

You hesitated for a fraction of a second, masking the true depth of your intentions. “Let’s call it an act of charity. Though I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the opportunity to dance with the season’s most eligible bachelor, certainly helps me get por- mama, off my back..”

“Charity, you say?” he echoed, his tone half-amused, half-challenging. “And here I thought you were merely bold and wanted to delight in my very sought after company.”

The corners of your lips lifted in a knowing smile. “Why can’t it be both?”

As you twirled across the floor, the room seemed to fade into the background. His steady gaze never wavered from yours, and for a fleeting moment, you felt a crack in the armor he so carefully wore.

“Miss Featherington,” he said quietly, his voice almost too soft to hear over the music, “you are full of surprises.”

“You’ll find I have many more,” you replied, your tone light, though your heart raced.

For the first time, you wondered if you weren’t just saving Anthony from the eager ladies of the ton—but perhaps saving him based on hidden intentions, ones you won’t reveal just yet.

“Say,” you start to speak as he twirls you around “Have you found the woman you have been looking for yet? With a pleasing face, acceptable wit and genteel manners to match a viscountess?” you throw in his future words you know he will say to his acquaintances in a few minutes

Anthony’s brows lifted slightly as he caught your words, his grip on your waist firm yet graceful as he guided you through the dance. A flicker of amusement played at the edges of his mouth. “You seem remarkably well-versed in my supposed preferences, Miss Featherington,” he said. “One might think you’ve spent some considerable time pondering them.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head in mock innocence. “Hardly, my lord. It’s merely what the ton whispers about your requirements. Though, I must say, the criteria sound rather… clinical. Do you plan to select a wife or hire a governess?”

His lips quirked upward at the jab. “I assure you, my intentions are far from clinical. But it is prudent for a man in my position to approach the matter with care. I am, after all, securing the future of my family.”

“How noble of you,” you said, though your tone was laced with playful skepticism. “And here I thought a love match was all the rage these days. Perhaps I’ve misjudged the viscount’s romantic sensibilities.”

Anthony’s eyes narrowed slightly, though not in displeasure. There was a glint of challenge in his gaze. “And what would you suggest, Miss Featherington? That I throw caution to the wind and risk everything for a fleeting emotion?”

“Not fleeting, my lord,” you countered, your voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. “Love can be enduring. It can be powerful. The kind of love that consumes you entirely—it’s worth the risk.”

For a moment, he seemed caught off guard, his steps faltering ever so slightly before he recovered. His gaze lingered on you, searching, as though trying to discern if your words were meant as a jest or something deeper.

“And what of you, Miss Featherington?” he asked, his tone quieter now, almost curious. “Do you believe in such consuming love?”

You smiled, a hint of mischief returning to your expression. “Oh, I wouldn’t dare admit such a thing in public, my lord. It might give the impression that I’m romantic, and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Anthony chuckled, the sound low and rich. “You are an enigma, Miss Featherington. Most ladies are content to charm me with compliments, yet you seem intent on challenging me at every turn.”

“Well, are truly all the ladies of London charmed by a pleasing smile and nothing more to shower you with compliments all the time?” you said, meeting his gaze with a boldness you hadn’t quite expected of yourself, unconsciously speaking out Kate’s sentence “perhaps I prefer to stand out in a crowd. After all, my lord, isn’t that what catches your attention?”

His grip on your hand tightened slightly, his expression softening. “So you find my smile pleasing?” He smirked teasingly

“I won’t deny nor confirm it” You glance at him mischievously

“…You have my attention, Miss Featherington,” he admitted, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Though I suspect you knew that already.”

You couldn’t suppress a smile, your heart racing as the dance carried on. “Perhaps,” you said lightly. “Or perhaps I’m simply enjoying the rare occasion of rendering you speechless, Lord Bridgerton.”

Anthony chuckled again, the sound almost indulgent. “A dangerous game you’re playing, Miss Featherington.”

“Life’s more interesting that way, wouldn’t you agree?”

As the final notes of the waltz filled the air, Anthony’s gaze lingered on yours a moment longer than necessary. You had achieved what you’d set out to do—leave the viscount intrigued and just a little off balance. Now, you only hoped it would be enough to further your hidden intentions.

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I See Hell in Your Eyes

Chapter Nine

“Your pretty face and electric soul.”

Vampire!Josh x Vampire!Reader

Authors Note: Good morning, readers! Sorry for putting yall through the wringer in Chapter Eight. It will happen again, but not in this chapter! This one is a lot sweeter. If you haven’t read Chapter Eight yet I highly suggest you do so because this chapter won’t make a lot of sense without it. Also as always my inbox and DMs are always open so if you want to come scream at me after a chapter feel free to do so! Every single one of y'alls comments and thoughts means the world to me and I love hearing what you think. 😘😘😘

Word Count: 7310

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of blood, allusions to violence, SMUT, 18+, minors DNI, blood play, teasing, brat taming if you squint, fang play(?), I think that’s it. :)

Sixteen hours. That's how long Josh had been asleep. The first two hours, you didn’t even move. You just held him as he slept, gently cleaning up any blood with a towel and running your fingers through his hair. Eventually, you shifted from behind him and got him properly tucked in. But you kept your promise, your eyes never left him for a second. After redressing you laid down next to him on the bed over the duvet. 

You were so focused on him that you didn’t even hear the door open, or notice Dimitri standing next to the bed. 

“How is our dear Joshua?”

Without looking up, you say,, “he’s fine.”

“How long has it been?”

“Sixteen hours.”

Dimitri hummed in response, “how long did it take for you to wake up?”

“Two nights.”

“Typically it's around the same amount of time for a Maker and their new Vampire,” he paused and said, “have you slept at all, darling?”

Ignoring his question you replied, “some people don’t wake up at all…”

“Oh that's very rare, and you know that-”

“Rare, but not impossible.” 

“I knew someone who took six nights to come back, and do you remember that Mary girl who lived with us during the twenties? She took over a week. It all just depends, darling.” 

“How long did you take?”

He looked off in the distance for a moment, “roughly three nights. Woke up in the basement of a church of all places.”

“I was in a carriage,” you said softly, the memories floating back to you, “in the middle of the day, no less. He was inside, sleeping.” For a moment, you were back in that carriage, terrified and unsure of where you were. You had made the mistake of pulling one of the curtains to the side to look out the window, only to be immediately met with searing pain on your hand from the sun. It was hours before your Maker came back to check on you. 

Dimitri shook his head, “Isaac wasn’t the most…thoughtful of Maker’s.”

You sat up on the bed, laughing a little, “that's putting it mildly.” 

“Have you heard from him at all?”

“Not since ‘84, and even that was too much.” 

Dimitri chuckled slightly before turning towards the door, “you should come downstairs, Portia and Magnus are finally back from their holiday. They’d love to see you.”

You shook your head and looked back at Josh, “no, I’m good…I’m staying up here.”

He smiled warmly, “I meant what I said last night, that you must mean a lot to him. Some people beg to be turned for other reasons, power, immortality, staying young forever, but he simply didn’t want to see you hurt. He didn’t even hesitate once he heard the terms. Love like that is rare.” 

The l-word caught you off guard and you sputtered, “I don’t know…I mean…we’ve barely even…it's kind of soon for that.”

“We’re Vampires, darling, since when do we care about time?” You were silent, trying to will the blush away from your skin. Before he left the room, he said, “if you need anything, just call for Phillip. He’ll bring you anything you need.” 

You resisted the urge to make a smartass comment about Phillip, “thank you, Dimitri.”

“Any time, darling,” he said before disappearing down the hall. 

Josh remained still in the bed, having not moved very much at all in the last few hours. You reached over and brushed his curls back again, and you weren’t sure if you were soothing Josh or soothing yourself. 

As the hours passed, you could not fight off sleep any longer, eventually letting it wash over you as you laid beside your lover. It wasn’t a restful sleep, in fact you found yourself waking up every other hour or so. Each time you’d sit up and check the time, noting how long it had been. You were still so full from the draining that you couldn’t even fathom feeding for at least a couple more days. Dimitri had checked in a few more times, sitting beside the bed to keep you company, but you turned down any invitation to come downstairs. You couldn’t risk it. You couldn’t miss him waking up, you were not going to chance Josh waking up frightened and alone. You wouldn’t let history repeat itself. 

~!~

Miles away, a now solitary hunter paced around his brother’s apartment. He had not felt ‘right’ in hours. Specifically, sixteen hours and five minutes. His Witch had tried to calm him down several times, but this was something she couldn’t fix. Not with her words, not with her love, and not with her magic.

~!~

It was the second night now, and you were dozing next to him. Movement next to you had you snapping your eyes open, and you saw Josh had rolled over on his side, facing you. His eyes were still closed, but his brows were knitted tightly together, and a frown was fixed on his face. 

You reached out, wanting to smooth your hand over his face, but his hand shot out from under the covers and snatched your wrist midair. The reflex was too fast, and his grip was too hard to be…human. Your entire body froze. 

Suddenly his eyes snapped open, his brown eyes staring at you, but not seeing you. You were flipped onto your back as he hovered over you, hand still gripping your wrist next to your head. He was still looking at you as if he didn’t recognize you. That was common after a Vampire wakes up, as the adjustment period was far longer than the movies and books would lead you to believe. 

“Boy Scout…,” you whispered slightly, hoping to jog his memory.

A low rumble came from his chest in response. That was another thing, it often took Vampires a little while to regain the ability to speak. 

Breathing heavily over you, his eyes raked down your form and his other hand reached towards your face. Those soft fingertips of his grazed your cheek, tracing your bone structure, your nose, and down your neck. His hand curled around your neck, his thumb slid across your jaw and landed on your lips, a familiar move he had done many times. 

You remained stock still, letting him explore. His eyes hadn’t met yours again, instead he was staring down at your lips while his thumb rubbed your bottom lip a few times. Taking a chance, you slightly puckered your lips to kiss the pad of his thumb. He blinked several times before finally looking up and into your eyes. There he was. His eyes softened immediately and he opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. He tried again, but it wasn’t happening for now. 

“It’s ok…you don’t have to talk right now, Josh,” you whispered. 

Instead, he crashed his lips onto yours, and sank his body down to rest fully on top of you. The hand wrapped around your wrist let go and slid up to thread his fingers in yours, which you gladly squeezed back. Now it was your turn to reach up and cup his face, feeling his muscles move as he tilted his head to get a better angle. 

But the sweet moment was cut short by him wrenching away from your face in pain. He sat up and straddled your waist, hands covering his mouth as he groaned into his palms. His fangs. They were trying to come down but he didn’t know how to relax and let it happen. Contrary to how they’re depicted in various forms of media, fangs don’t just instantly ‘click’ down. It's a skill. A skill one has to learn and hone in order to be able to feed properly and efficiently. 

You carefully sat up and gently took his hands away from his face. His eyes looked scared again, and you quickly shushed him and softly spread your thumbs across his upper lip where his gums were. He winced a little at the sensitivity as his hands rested on your forearms. 

“It's your fangs trying to come out for the first time. You have to relax, Josh,” he looked at you skeptically, “they can’t come down until you relax. Breathe through your nose for me? Yeah?” 

He fully sat down on your thighs, and did what he was told and took deep breaths through his nose. His eyes were trained on you the entire time. He could feel his teeth begin to move, his canine teeth especially. It felt like an invisible force was prying them out of his mouth. 

“I know it hurts, it always does the first few times, but soon you won’t even feel it happening, I promise,” your thumbs moved to his cheeks, your right one resting where his dimple normally was. 

He nodded slightly and leaned into your hand, trying to stay relaxed. 

“Watch me, ok?” You opened your mouth, baring your teeth and took a few deep breaths and slowly let down your own fangs. After over 350 years, it was hard to slow down the process, as you could complete the action as fast as blinking at this point, but you tried your best so your hunter-turned-Vampire could see it for himself. He studied the movement as it happened, finally having a proper visual to mentally focus on. 

After a few more deep breaths, his teeth shifted again, this time down, but not all the way. A smile lit up your face as he parted his lips to show you, and you whispered praises to him as he continued breathing. With a slight groan, his teeth descended all the way, and you saw his fangs for the first time. 

You stared in awe. While you met him as a human, seeing fangs in his mouth looked so…natural on him, as if they had always been there. Unexpected tears formed in your eyes, as it really hit you that he was a Vampire now, he was like you, and the two of you were the same. 

“Beautiful…,” you mused while touching one with your thumb, “do you want to see them?”

He nodded, and you looked around to see if there was a mirror. The closest thing you had was your phone, and you quickly snatched it off the nightstand and turned the camera on, flipping it to selfie-mode and handing it to Josh. He turned the phone over in his hands and held it in front of his face. It was definitely strange to see protruding fangs in his mouth, but they didn’t feel out of place. He ran his tongue over them a few times, feeling how sharp they were, how much longer they were from his other teeth, and he turned his head back and forth to see them at different angles. Satisfied, he tossed your phone to the side on the bed before turning back to you and cupping your face once more to collide his lips to yours, this time smiling into the kiss. 

It had been so long since you’ve kissed a fellow Vampire, especially one you lov- had feelings for. Your tongue slid across his teeth, feeling the contours and length of his fangs, and it was your turn to smile against his lips. He laid you back down onto the bed, shifting his legs so that he was between yours. His lips were everywhere, kissing all over your face and playfully scraping the tips against your skin. 

But the urge to drive them into your neck, to fully taste you in a way he couldn’t when he was human, was reaching a boiling point in his system. He was putting more and more pressure against your neck, but not breaking the skin…yet.

You quickly recognized what he was doing, what he wanted, and you pushed him away so that he was back over your face instead. 

“As much…as much as I’d love for you to do that…your first feed has to be with human blood…,” you were almost sad in telling him no, but this was a process that wasn’t fully complete until he tasted human blood for himself. It was what fully sealed a Vampire in their new form of existence, the full stop at the end of a sentence. Sheepishly, he closed his lips over his teeth, feeling like he had done something wrong. You caught the look in his eyes and quickly reassured him, “no no, it's ok, we’ll have plenty of time to do that afterwards, I promise.” You figured Dimitri himself would have a human or two on hand for feeding, as he was never a fan of blood bags. 

As if on cue, the older Vampire in question rapped his knuckles on the door as he opened it.

“Is our dear-,” before he could finish his sentence Josh immediately shifted on the bed and practically shielded you from Dimitri, his instincts taking over briefly. Dimitri held up his hands in truce, “now now, Joshua I’m not going to do anything. It's wonderful to see you awake and back with us.” 

You sat up behind Josh, looking at Dimitri over his shoulder, “you wouldn’t happen to have a human on hand? Please?”

“About that…after we talked earlier I let the Council know about your decision and that you were handling it yourself. They insisted on sending a representative here to make sure it actually happened.” He sighed before continuing, “Judith…is downstairs in the conservatory waiting for you.”

“Right now? He still can’t talk! He needs to have his first feed.” 

“I know, darling, I didn't expect them to send her this quickly,” he rolled his eyes as he said ‘her’, letting you know that Judith was not one of his friends on the Council. “I’ll give you a few minutes, but it’ll be better for everyone if you don’t keep her waiting.” With a sympathetic look, he closed the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone. 

“I’m so sorry, Josh, I didn’t kn-,” he turned and pressed a finger to your lips and shook his head, shushing you and letting you know that he understood. He got off the bed and collected his clothes from earlier that you had folded and placed on the couch. He threw his shirt on as he walked towards the ensuite at the far end of the room. You had already dressed while you had waited for him to wake up, so you sat at the edge of the bed and let him get ready. As he walked to the ensuite, you couldn’t help but notice that his walk was slightly different. His shoulders were straighter, his strides were quieter but more deliberate. You wondered if he himself even noticed the changes yet. From the angle of where you were sitting, you could just barely see himself checking his teeth out in the mirror again. His fangs had retreated back into his gums, and now his top row of teeth looked completely normal. 

His eyes looked at you through the mirror, catching your gaze. He smirked at you, before turning to finish getting dressed. As he exited the ensuite he locked eyes with you again and in an attempt at his new speed, he tried to race over to you. However, stopping was a completely different story, and he ended up tackling you onto the bed. 

Giggling, you reached up and traced his nose with your finger, “don’t worry, you’ll get there, Boy Scout.” You lifted your head to kiss him, and whispered against his lips, “come on, let's get this over with.” 

It wasn’t hard to find the conservatory, all you had to do was follow the classical music being played. Just like the rest of the manor, Dimitri spared no expense in this room either. It was a massive space, with a complete wall of windows that went from the floor all the way into the ceiling, creating a dome-like appearance. It was a perfect view of the stars at night, and a perfectly lethal place for a Vampire to be in after sunrise. He also had so many plants in the room it almost looked like a small forest in the room. Most of the flowering plants had closed their blooms for the night, and the evergreens sat peacefully in their pots. The main source of light in the room were the various lanterns that were strategically placed among the greenery. It created such an intimate atmosphere, especially with the light of the Waning Moon filtering in from the windows above. 

The beauty of the room stopped when you spotted the Council member sitting rather stiffly on the couch towards the middle of the room. Judith, as Dimitri called her, was a Vampire who appeared to be in her late fifties, with blonde hair that was so faded it almost looked gray at certain angles. She had it in a tight ponytail, making her sharp cheekbones the main feature of her face. Her eyes were equally gray, and they narrowed at the sight of Josh. 

“Ah, finally, there they are,” she said in mock enthusiasm. 

“Judith please,” Dimitri said with a sigh while nursing a drink in his hand.

Josh’s hand slid into yours as you made your way to the center of the room. His expression was neutral, but you knew his mind was full of thoughts and words for the snotty Vampire in front of him. 

Judith uncrossed her ankles and stood up, clipboard firmly in the crook of her arm. She gave you a look that let you know to let her look at Josh alone, and you reluctantly let go of his hand and went over to stand next to Dimitri. Her back was to you now, but you were still able to maintain eye contact with Josh.  

“Open your mouth,” she commanded flatly. She wanted to see his fangs. 

Josh looked at you briefly over her shoulder, starting to panic because he had only made his fangs come down once at this point, and was still getting the hang of it. He put his hands behind his back and wrung his wrists, trying to remember what you had told him. 

You kept eye contact with him, and motioned for him to take some deep breaths and to relax. Dimitri nodded along next to you; he wanted Josh to succeed almost as much as you did. 

Josh’s Adams apple bobbed a little before he opened his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to replicate how he had done it upstairs less than an hour ago. Judith stood there, staring at his teeth with an unimpressed look on her face. But after a few tense minutes, his fangs descended and locked in place. 

Judith made a small “hmph” sound and reached into the pocket of her skirt to fish out a measuring tape. She held the tape next to one of his fangs, and wrote down the measurement on the clipboard. She switched to the other side to get the other’s measurement, before mumbling loud enough for everyone to hear, “it's ok they’ll get longer in time.” 

Josh clamped his mouth shut and gave her a look that was so pointed, you were glad he wasn’t able to actually speak. But the way his eyes glared at her spoke volumes on their own. 

Judith ignored him while she made notes on the clipboard, scribbling away her thoughts and observations. 

“Has he fed yet,” she said without looking up.

“Umm…no, not yet-”

“Excellent. Bring in one of your humans, Dimitris,” she commanded as she finished her notes and looked back up at Josh. 

Dimitri sighed and took a long sip of his drink before motioning to one of his staff to fetch one of his human companions. He always had a steady supply of willing humans who were into being fed on. He had a knack for finding them in the haystack that was humanity. 

Josh looked at you again over Judith’s shoulder, the same panicky look from before had returned on his face. 

You mouthed, it's going to be ok, at him as the door opened and a woman in her mid twenties entered the room. 

Her eyes lit up when she saw Dimitri, “hi Dimitri…,” she gave him a flirty wave with her fingers. 

“Pleasure as always, Rebeckah,” he said with a small smile. She already knew where to go and dutifully went over to the couch and sat down, keeping her eyes on Dimitri the whole time. 

Judith motioned for Josh to join Rebeckah, and made his way over to the couch and sat down. You started to follow him before she barked, “I’d like to witness this alone, actually.” 

Something in you snapped, “the fuck you wi-”

Dimitri quickly stepped in, “what she’s trying to say is, as his Maker, I think it’s more than fair for her to be in the room for his first feed? Since he doesn’t know what he’s doing, she has a right to be here. In fact it would be the responsible thing to do, don’t you agree?”

Judith rolled her eyes, “fine, but she can’t interfere. The Council wants to see how he does on his own.” 

The Council didn’t want to see shit, you thought, they wanted him to fail. They wanted the ‘I told you so.’ 

Dimitri’s large hand landed on your shoulder, giving you a comforting squeeze. 

“Very well,” he said in a clipped tone. 

You looked up at Dimitri, the worry written all over your face. He gave your shoulder another squeeze. 

Tentatively, Josh reached over and took Rebeckah’s wrist in his hand, figuring that would be the best place. He could feel her pulse through her arm, and it made his gums above his fangs throb. He felt is instincts trying to guide him, which was a good sign until-

“Oh not the wrist, it's your first feed after all, I know you really want the neck deep down,” she was practically taunting him at this point, and turned back to the older Vampire and used his own words against him, “don’t you agree, Dimitris?” 

Dimitri’s mouth twisted into a frown, “it is the ideal spot I suppose…”

You were practically vibrating with rage right now, and you wanted to physically rip Judith’s head off her body yourself. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be right there with him, guiding him through it and making sure he didn’t take too much. 

“Don’t be shy, get closer to her,” Judith said while flicking her wrist at Josh. 

Rebeckah obliged first and scooted close to him, angling her head to expose her neck. The smell of her blood filled his nostrils, and at first he thought he was hallucinating. He knew his senses would be stronger, but actually experiencing it was completely different. 

Judith had her back to you and Dimitri once again, and you used this to your advantage as you looked at Josh over her shoulder. You feigned scratching your neck to show him where to put his hand, which he immediately copied. 

He lowered his face to her neck, the scent of her blood was almost overwhelming to him now and it was still safely in her body. Part of him was running on pure instinct, and getting impatient that he hadn’t sunk his teeth into her yet, whereas the other part of him was having an out of body experience as the reality of the situation hit him. He was really about to drink blood, as a Vampire, for the first time. However, the instinctual side of him won out and he pressed his new fangs against her neck. He could feel her pulse against his teeth, and with the same ‘fuck it’ mentality one has before a shot of tequila, he pierced her flesh and her blood began flowing into his mouth. 

Rebeckah made a small squeak, but she relaxed in his hold and a serene smile spread across her face. 

Josh breathed through his nose and took his first real pull from her, and the sudden burst of flavor nearly had his eyes rolling back. He never expected blood to taste this good, let alone have a flavor profile. He recalled the taste of blood as he remembered it from his youth, that gross metallic flavor that would fill his mouth whenever he’d lose a tooth, or that one time Jake hit him in the mouth while they were fighting and cut his lip open. But now? Now he was getting notes of…lilies? Lavender maybe? It was all so overwhelming he wasn’t sure, he just knew that it was good. He kept pulling and pulling, feeling it run out of his mouth a little and down his chin. 

You on the other hand were watching him like a hawk, and listening to Rebeckah’s heartbeat even closer. It was still steady and normal, but you knew it wouldn’t be that way for much longer. The way Josh was pulling was very deep, but he didn’t understand that yet. If you hadn’t been so stressed about your lack of involvement, you would’ve noted how absolutely gorgeous he looked while feeding. He needed to slow down, if not stop completely. You thought back to your first feed, and it didn’t end well for the human involved because you had zero guidance. Isaac had just let you do what you wanted and cleaned up the mess later. But you didn’t want that for Josh, he didn’t deserve to be traumatized right out of the gate like that. 

He didn’t want this to end, part of him wanted to keep going until he couldn’t anymore. But this low thumping noise in his head got slower, and it was then he realized he had been hearing her heartbeat the entire time. It was slowing down, and he had just enough wherewithal to know he needed to let go. But knowing and doing were two different things. 

You were starting to panic, and you looked at Josh, hoping he’d look up just long enough to make eye contact with you. Judith started scribbling notes again, and you wanted to crack that entire clipboard over her head. You thought about faking a cough, making some sort of noise, but you didn’t want her to send you out of the room for ‘interfering.’ 

Josh wrenched his eyes open, and looked up to find you. He saw your eyes were watery and filled with panic, and he understood why. From your vantage point, you mouthed the words, “you need to let go,” to him, and he wanted to listen, he really did, but it was as if his mouth and his brain weren’t working together. But, he tried anyway, and loosened his grip on Rebeckah’s neck and slowly worked at dislodging his fangs from her neck. He fought the urge that was screaming at him to keep going, to drain her dry like a juice box, but he refused to let that voice win. With more force than he would’ve liked, he pulled his teeth from her neck, and let go of her completely. 

Before he could fully relax, he saw you point at your teeth, and then patted the side of your neck with those same fingers, silently telling him to use his blood to heal the bite. Josh sprung into action, quickly and hastily biting his index finger, breaking the skin and rubbing his own blood amongst her own on her neck along the puncture wounds. Within seconds they began to close and he was able to lean back on the couch, out of breath. 

Judith paused for a second in her scribbling, and looked at her watch on her wrist and wrote down the time. She observed Rebeckah for another minute, who seemed completely fine with the situation and was only slightly miffed she had blood on her dress. 

Dimitri gestured at the staff member standing by the door, “please take Miss Rebeckah to the kitchens to get her something to eat. Have the chef make her whatever she wants.” 

Rebeckah smiled and stood up from the couch, “and what about my dress?”

“I’ll get you a new one, as always,” this made her smile as she made her way out of the room. 

Without a second glance at Josh, Judith turned back to Dimitri and sighed, “I’ll give my observations to the Council but everything seems to be fine.” She looked at Josh over her shoulder, “welcome to your new life, don’t fuck up. We know who your family is, after all.” 

Josh glared at her as she exited the room. Dimitri gave you a nod and left as well, leaving the two of you alone. 

As soon as the door shut you rushed over to Josh, your hands immediately took his, as apologies fell from your mouth, “I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t know that was going to happen, you weren’t supposed to be alone like that-”

“...sw-sweetheart…,” his voice was so faint, but it was there. He was gaining his voice back. Relief flooded through you, you didn’t realize just how much you missed his voice until he spoke again. You couldn’t take it anymore and practically lept into his lap and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He was so thankful to finally get his hands on you. 

After spending several minutes just lying in his arms and breathing him in, you pulled back and said, “are you ok? How do you feel?”

A dreamy smile spread across his face, “honestly? I feel fucking incredible right now.” His voice was still scratchy, but it was gradually getting stronger.

You smiled back, “yeah? You did so good earlier, I want you to know that. They were setting you up to screw up but you didn’t. It's so difficult to stop like you did the first few times, let alone the first time. I’m so proud of you, Boy Scout.”

His cheeks reddened at the praise, “Ah, I just…I just remembered what you told me about listening for the heartbeat…had to force myself off though.” 

You were beaming at him now, “I’m not saying it's going to be easy, but I just know you’re going to be so good at it in no time. Next time I’ll be right there with you, I promise. I won’t let anyone get in the way of that again.”

His hands slipped under your shirt and rubbed the skin of your back, “I know you wanted to be there, it wasn’t your fault…” 

“But I-”

“I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this, it happened, but all we can do is move forward.”

You knew he was right, but you still felt bad, “I know I just-”

“Next time we can share, yeah?”

That surprised you, and you smirked at him, “Boy Scout…” 

He glanced out the wall of windows, and noticed the dark blue sky was starting to get lighter, “I think…I think we need to go back upstairs…and shut the windows…,” the suggestion dripped from his voice.

“Race you there?”

“You better get started, sweetheart…,” his eyes bore into yours before you took off from the conservatory. The two of you were a pair of giggling blurs rushing up the stairs to the third floor. He caught up to you at the door, and lurched to a halt while pressing you up against the solid wood. You reached behind you to start twisting the doorknob as he snaked an arm around your waist. His eyes looked even darker in the dim lighting of the corridor, but his smile was sweet, a combination that only he could pull off. 

Stumbling into the room, Josh locked the door behind him before reaching down and firmly gripping your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. He carried you backwards to the bed, while you stripped your shirt off and threw it blindly to the side. Your hands instantly returned to his cheeks as he laid you on the bed. He stood up momentarily to throw off his own shirt, before crawling up the bed and getting on top of you. The rest of your clothes were quickly shed, leaving the both of you naked. 

Josh’s mouth devoured yours, sucking on your bottom lip before he slipped his tongue inside and tangled it with your own. You moaned into his mouth, the relief of him being okay and back in your arms spurring you on. He groaned and lifted off your lips slightly, running his tongue along his top teeth. He looked at you, a little annoyed at his own body as his fangs tried to descend again. 

You recognized the look, and you smiled, “don’t fight it, Josh. Let them down, I wanna see them again…” 

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and concentrated. They came down ever so slightly faster this time, but he still winced at the pain. 

Staring at him, you reached up and gently touched one with your finger, “I just can’t get over how beautiful they look on you…” 

His cheeks reddened before he started working his way down your body, kissing every bit of skin he could reach. Every so often he’d drag his fangs across your skin, causing you to arch your back. As he made his way down to your core, he deliberately skipped where you needed him most to pay attention to your thighs. 

You sat up on your elbows and made a noise in protest, which made him chuckle against your skin. One of the few downsides (at least to him) to you being a supernatural creature was that any hickey’s he made would heal within minutes, but he loved littering your skin with them anyway. The way you arched towards him, trying to get him where you needed him only made him tease you further. Every time you thought he was going to put that perfect mouth of his against your core, he’d switch to the other thigh to nip and suck at your skin. 

“If you don’t-”

Before you could finish your sentence your lover latched onto your core, flattening out his tongue and licking a stripe from your entrance to just below your clit. A frustrated noise escaped you, and his eyes met yours with the most mischievous energy behind them. Those pools of molten molasses seemed to darken even more. Tilting his head slightly and curling his lip up to show you his teeth, he drug one of his new fangs over the edges of your lips, up and up, and slowly circled your clit. He put just enough pressure for you to feel the sharp edge against your sensitive flesh, before diving in and sharply sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out, loud enough to echo around the room, and you couldn’t give a shit if anyone in this fortress of a house could hear you. 

Two of his fingers teased your entrance before plunging in, curling upwards and giving that spot inside you all the attention they could. His pace was quick and brutal, spurred on but the grip you had in in his hair and how you were practically fucking his mouth. He grinded his own need onto the mattress, desperate for some friction of his own. 

It wasn’t long before your first orgasm of the night washed over you, making you shake beneath him while grinding on his face. His fingers worked even harder to ride it out, drawing it out as long as possible for you. But he didn’t give you a chance to fully still. Placing one final kiss to your clit, he crawled up your body to claim your mouth, letting you taste yourself all over him. 

You were far from done when you flipped him over, straddling his hips and grinding against his cock. He threw his head back and made the sexiest whining sound you had heard in a long time. He sat up and gripped your ass, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Tell me what you want…,” he whispered against your mouth while keeping you hovered just above his cock.

“Josh please-”

“Josh please, what, sweetheart?” 

“I need you, don’t be mean,” your voice was nearly an octave higher than normal, and now it was your turn to sound whiny. 

“...and what do you need?”

Your nails dug into the skin at the base of his neck, not caring if they broke skin a little now, he could handle it. 

“Your cock, Josh, I need your cock.”

His eyebrows raised in the cockiest manner, “oh? This? This cock?” Before you could answer he pulled you down onto him, plunging him deep inside as he bottomed out. His eyes rolled back at finally being inside you, and you used this distraction to tighten your pussy around him as revenge. A strangled noise left his throat, “you are…such…a little brat…” 

You smirked as you started to work yourself on his cock, relishing in every ridge and vein he had to offer you. He kept one arm around your ass, guiding you and gripping you as he leaned back on his other hand. As your pace quickened, you felt your own gums start to itch and move. You let your fangs descend, not wanting or needing to hold back anymore while with your lover. He was kissing your shoulder, and you leaned your head down to graze your teeth against the shell of his ear. 

He lifted his head, and gave you an equally toothy grin, both of you baring your fangs at each other. 

“Boy Scout…,” you started, nearly breathless, “remember earlier when I told you to wait?” He instantly caught on to what you were referring to, when he had almost bit you earlier. His Adam's apple bobbed as he nodded. “If I let you do that…can I bite you too?” 

His cock twitched inside you at the question, “please, please do…”

“Taste me, Josh, show me you know how,” you whispered. 

Another strangled sound escaped him before he lowered his head and pierced your neck with his fangs. It had been…a long time, decades even, since you had had a Vampire taste you. It was such an intimate act, most considered it almost sacred. 

Josh took a long pull off of you, and the first note that hit his tongue was a distinct cherry flavor, tart but sweet, along with a distinct undercurrent of sea salt. He could practically smell the ocean. Flashes and sounds started to flood his mind, swirling around in his mind's eye. They focused, and he saw you, as a teen in Jamestown, scrubbing the floors of the house you used to live in. A second flash, it's the Victorian era, and you’re giggling in bed with another man. You called him Colin before it dissipated. Another flash, it’s twenties and you look sad as you sipped your drink. You were surrounded by people partying, but you weren’t matching the energy. A final flash, this time it's the seventies and you look darling in your bell bottoms and feathered hair. You seemed happier then, laughing with a few girlfriends in a bar. 

The feeling of his fangs in your skin hurtled you toward your second orgasm. Before you could reach your high, you bit down on your lover's flesh. His taste…his taste was the same, but it was so much more vibrant? As if it had been turned up several notches. That orangey citrus flooded your senses, and as the vanilla showed itself to you, flashes started behind your eyes too. A small, scared, seven year old Josh scrambled to stab a rogue Vampire in the leg with a knife from under his bed. Another flash, this time Josh was older, late teens at best, getting lectured by his father about a hunting job gone wrong. The importance of his responsibility as the “oldest” was being drilled into his head. Flash number three, Josh is sitting next to his twin in front of a fire, laughing at some inside joke as he brings his beer to his lips. Who knew Jake Kiszka was capable of smiling? The final flash was him gathering some files on a table, the one on top had your name clearly on the tab. He wasn’t in his apartment, but in a room that looked like an office. 

Your vision went dark as your high overtook you, making you shake and pulse around him. His cock twitched inside you again, and a muffled groan shuddered against your skin letting you know he had reached his own high. Carefully, you each withdrew your teeth and lapped at the fresh blood on your skin as your wounds healed. 

Josh kissed you softly, mixing your blood with his, enjoying the taste. He opened his eyes and smiled at you, feeling more content and happy than he had in days. The stress from the past week had completely evaporated, and in this moment, all he saw, all he cared about, was you. 

His Vampire. 

The adoration for him was written all over your face, and you silently noted the blood smeared all over him. You looked over your shoulder at the ensuite, and could see the edge of a clawfoot tub from the doorway. 

“Lets get cleaned up, Boy Scout…”

His grin widened and he looked over your shoulder, seeing what you were looking at. He also saw the first light of the day start to filter in through the windows. Thankfully the bed was positioned in a way that didn’t put it anywhere near them, but in order to get the ensuite they’d have to cross them. Carefully he kept you in place as he reached for the remote on the nightstand. 

He punched the buttons, and the shades came down. His hand squeezed the flesh of your ass, “only the moon gets a free show, sweetheart…” 

You gave him a quick kiss before crawling off of him and leading him into the bathroom. Soon, the both of you were situated in the hot water, enjoying the extra wide clawfoot tub. 

Josh tried to take the lead in cleaning  up, but you stopped him and took it upon yourself to clean the blood off of his skin. He relaxed into the water as you swept the rag over his skin. Meticulously you cleaned any dry blood out of his beard and mustache, kissing him as you went. It had been a long time since someone had properly taken care of him afterwards. 

It was clear to you that the new-Vampire exhaustion was creeping up on your lover, and you worked a little faster to get him cleaned up so the two of you could return to bed. He would probably have another long sleep again, but not nearly as long as that first one. The process of becoming a Vampire was complete, but it still took time for the body to adjust.

Soon you were back in bed with him, the covers pulled over your exhausted bodies as you wrapped yourselves around each other. His ear was on your chest, and you were softly grazing your nails against his scalp. His eyes were closed, and sleep was well on its way. 

He pressed a soft kiss against your skin before mumbling, “...love you…” 

You stared at him as he completely stilled in your arms, eyes welling up, 

“Love you too, Boy Scout,” but you weren’t sure he heard it. 

To be continued…

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I write for...

Marvel:

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Harry Potter

Golden Trio (Harry Potter, Hermione Ganger, and Ron Weasley) Slytherin Boys (Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Blaise Zabini) Pansy Parkinson Ginny Weasley Fred and George Weasley Luna Lovegood Neville Longbottom

The Arcana

Julian Portia Nadia Asra Muriel Lucio

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker Kylo Ren Rey

(I don't really write much Star Wars, sorry).

What I Am Ok Writing:

1. Fluff

2. Light Smut

3. (Also regular Smut)

4. Headcanons

5. Letters

6. Reactions

7. One Shots

8. Series

9. I am willing to include kinks

Note:

I am ok writing poly relationships

I write ships and character x reader stuff

For the character x reader writing, if you want a specific gender please mention it because I mostly write gender neutral reader.

What I Am Not Ok Writing:

1. Adult x underage is serious no no, will not do it ever 2. No disgusting themes involving vore nd such 3. Obsession, stalking, etc. 4. No incest!! (Including step siblings and step parents) 5. No forceful sexual contact 6. Will only do writings with consent!!! 7. No cheating! 8. No student x teacher/professor 9. No pain (rough sex is ok), piss, age rp kinks and etc.

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Hi!! I’m Kai. They/thempronouns.

Some fun facts about me are; I love baking, there’s a book with my birthday on it (November 9), and I love reading (especially fairytales) and writing.

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My favorite TWST boys are Azul, Vil, Ace, Epel, Riddle, and Kalim! although i love them all so much

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Saw you did some hc’s for edging and overstimulation! If you don’t mind, could I request maybe the m6 edging/overstimulating the MC too? Ty!

Late edit: " Write as spicy as you want, and I mainly like Julian and Asra! "

Of course you can ask! So, here's something more specific about the MC being edged/overstimulated :)

Silly post decided to be published before it was ready (nope: I accidentally put it on programmed instead of drafts. I do this to be sure to never delete a request by mistake). I'm writing them right now! So sorry for the inconvenience ^^"

Overstimulation and Edging Vol.2

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Tw: domination, crying, public, group

Considering how Julian is a big fan of quickies, for you being edged is a daily occurrence. He takes every occasion he can get with you, and between him being pretty quick and having so little time, you often get so close to coming without actually having an orgasm. Julian's shoulders and neck are covered in small half moons where you planted your nails into his skin out of frustration each time you felt him sliding out of you before you could have your release. You hate and love when, out in public, he kisses lightly your fingers telling you "Later, my love... later", acting as he didn't just came inside you minutes before, leaving you unsatisfied.

It's a game between you two, and he expecially loves how rough you become at night when he's had fun with you the whole day without giving you the time to come. Those nights you fall asleep on his drained and bruised chest, with him caressing your head in pure, exhausted bliss.

Asra loves to mess with you. Sometimes, when you're making love, he suddenly stops and gets up as you're about to come, and announces in that soft and kind voice of his that you don't deserve to come since you haven't been a good enough apprentice that day. The contrast between his tone and his words leaves you always speechless. But it doesn't end there: he will tease you again and again, touching and kissing you to bring you again on the verge of the orgasm, and then leaving you again. Every time you beg him to let you come, he smiles at you and brushes your hair away from your strained face. He has a box of marbles, and he moves one into his pocket each time you beg him for an orgasm.

It's often late at night when you're woken up by his light kisses on your back and neck and caresses all over your body. Without a single word he's inside you, having you moaning with pleasure, touching you until you come in an explosion of pleasure. It's only at that point that you realize he put a certain number of marbles in you hand, just as he removes one... before going back to kiss you, touch you, stretch you, ignoring your complaining of being too sensible. You begged him so many times to let you come, before... now, he'll listen to each and every pray.

Nadia loves to overstimulate you. Her lingering touch is a sweet torture on you, and so you wriggle and twist in the bed as she pacefully reads a book, with one of her steady hands firmly placed between your legs.

Edging you it's more a mental thing, though. She keeps flirting with you when you're not alone, and her hand casually ends up on your inner thight under the table. It drives you crazy and leaves you wanting for more and ready to burst.

She loves when you're in the carriage together. She jokes that it's one of the only times when she enjoys to knee in front of someone. With your clothes pulled up and her head between you legs, she gets you to almost came... casually, right before you have to get down the carriage.

Lucio loves having you begging and crying into his bed. Some days he wakes up rather demanding, and he wants to see you come again and again, as if he wants your moans to be his soundtrack for the day. He starts fucking you himself, and when he gets tired of fucking you he has someone doing it for him as he watches and listens. Sometimes he has you and your partner in the next rooms, and solves his duties as he listens at your desperate orgasms on the other side of the wall. When you meet him again at night, you're exhausted and sensible... the count thinks that is a great time to have you come again with him inside you before going to sleep.

Other days, he wants to be selfish. He fucks you as he pleases, without touching you or bothering to make you come. It's frustrating, but you love it. He literally wants you to get off the bed and on your knees, begging him for one little orgasm... he's a magnanimous lord and grants your wishes, but not before taking advantage of your such inviting position.

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Understandable if you are ready to move on from it but I’m absolutely living for At Last and would love a part 4 🫶🏼 maybe with a little spicy makeup time and Reader encouraging Portia to try new things in the bedchamber 🤭

At Last Part IV (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: Okie, quick note the only time I will end a series is when people stop requesting for it and also I was thinking about stopping them when it reaches ten. But who knows might just go with when people stop requesting it.

Summary: You and Portia have certainly rekindled the flame you both have had and now a little makeup for sure has to ensue. You both head out from the ball and back to your manor.

Warning(s): NSFW, 18 +, flustered Portia, trying new things, reverse roles, teasing, more to be added....

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As you and Portia continued your walk through the moonlit garden, the peaceful night air enveloping you, you couldn’t resist the temptation to tease her further. The way her cheeks flushed when you so much as whispered something flirtatious was far too irresistible. There was a certain thrill in seeing the normally composed and elegant Lady Featherington so flustered, especially when it was clear she loved every moment of it, despite her huffs of protest.

You led her to a secluded spot in the garden, hidden from view by a large rose trellis. The lanterns cast soft, golden light on her face, highlighting the pink tinge still coloring her cheeks. You couldn’t help but smirk as you turned to face her, your hand resting lightly on her waist.

“Portia,” you began in a low, teasing tone, your eyes locking with hers. “You seem a little... distracted. Are you alright?”

She raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain her usual composure, but the way she avoided your gaze gave her away. “I’m fine,” she muttered, though her voice wavered slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You grinned, stepping closer, your fingers brushing lightly over her arm before trailing up to her lips. Her breath hitched as your fingers ghosted over her mouth, and you could see the way her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Good,” you whispered. “I’d hate to think I’m making you uncomfortable.” With that, you slowly slid one of your fingers between your lips, sucking on it slowly, teasingly, while keeping your eyes locked on hers.

Portia’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she stared at you, completely speechless. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The confident, poised woman who could command a room with a single glance was now reduced to a flustered, breathless mess.

You pulled your finger from your mouth, giving her a mischievous smile. “You were saying something about being fine?”

Portia blinked rapidly, her mind clearly trying to catch up with the sudden shift in the air between you. Her cheeks were burning, and for a moment, she looked like she was about to say something, but she quickly closed her mouth, crossing her arms in an attempt to regain some semblance of composure.

“You... you’re impossible,” she muttered, her voice weak, though there was a slight tremble to it that gave away the effect your teasing had on her.

You chuckled softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “And yet, here you are,” you whispered against her skin, enjoying the way she shivered at the contact. “Still by my side.”

Portia let out a soft huff, clearly trying to hide how flustered she was, but the way her eyes darted nervously told you everything you needed to know. You could sense the growing tension in her—how your teasing had left her breathless and wanting more. But you weren’t done yet.

“Come,” you said suddenly, pulling back and taking her hand in yours. “I think it’s time we made our exit.”

Portia blinked, confused for a moment. “Our... exit?”

You smiled, nodding as you began to lead her back toward the ballroom. “Yes, it’s getting late, don’t you think? And besides, I think we’ve had enough of the ball for tonight.”

As you approached the entrance to the ballroom, you spotted Penelope and Colin standing near the doors, deep in conversation. You gave Portia’s hand a reassuring squeeze before leading her over to them.

Penelope looked up as you approached, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Mother,” she said, her gaze flicking between you and Portia. “Are you leaving already?”

Portia hesitated for a moment, glancing at you before nodding. “Yes, we’ve had a lovely evening, but I think it’s time we retire.”

Penelope studied her mother for a moment, as if trying to gauge the true reason behind her early departure, but eventually she smiled and nodded. “Of course. I hope you both have a wonderful night.”

You grinned at Penelope, leaning in slightly. “Oh, I’m sure we will,” you teased, your voice low enough for only Portia to hear. She shot you a quick glare, her cheeks flushing again, but said nothing.

As you and Portia made your way toward the waiting carriage, the tension between you grew thicker with every step. You could feel the way her body tensed beside you, how her hand gripped yours just a little tighter, and you knew exactly why.

Once you reached the carriage, you helped Portia inside, and as soon as the door closed, the space seemed to shrink around you. You leaned back in your seat, your eyes gleaming with mischief as you gazed at her.

“Everything alright, Portia?” you asked innocently, though you knew exactly what you were doing. “You seem... tense.”

Portia shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she avoided your gaze. “I’m fine,” she muttered, but the breathless quality of her voice betrayed her.

You smirked, leaning closer. “Are you sure? Because you seem a little... distracted again.”

Portia’s eyes darted to you, her cheeks flushing once more as she realized what you were implying. “You... you’re insufferable,” she muttered, but there was no real bite to her words. Instead, there was a hint of something else—something desperate, something wanting.

Your smirk deepened as you trailed a hand up her thigh, watching as her breath hitched. “You’re flustered, Portia,” you whispered, your fingers brushing the hem of her gown. “I can tell.”

Portia’s body stiffened as she shifted in her seat, and her breath came in short, shallow bursts. “Stop,” she whispered, but the way her thighs pressed together told you otherwise.

You leaned in closer, your lips brushing her ear. “I don’t think you want me to stop,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing. “In fact, I think you’re enjoying this.”

Portia’s breath hitched again as she squirmed in her seat, and you could see the way her legs shifted, trying to relieve the pressure between them. The faintest hint of wetness began to pool at the edge of her thighs, daring to leak down her leg.

You grinned, satisfied with the effect you were having on her. “You’re trembling, Portia,” you whispered, your lips grazing her neck. “Can you feel it?”

Portia’s eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body betraying her desire. “Please,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

You smiled, kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear before pulling back slightly. “Don’t worry,” you murmured. “We’re almost there.”

Turning your attention to the footman, you leaned out the window, giving him a new instruction. “To my manor, please,” you said smoothly. “It’s just around the corner.”

The footman nodded, guiding the carriage in the direction of your home. As the carriage moved through the quiet streets, you couldn’t help but glance back at Portia, who was still trying—unsuccessfully—to compose herself.

You reached out, brushing a hand along her thigh once more, your fingers teasing the growing wetness between her legs. “Just a little longer,” you whispered, your voice dripping with promise. “And then I’ll take care of everything.”

Portia let out a shaky breath, her body trembling under your touch as she struggled to hold herself together. But you could see the desire in her eyes, the need that was building with every teasing word, every brush of your fingers.

And soon, you would have her exactly where you wanted her.

The carriage ride to your manor was filled with an almost unbearable tension. Portia sat beside you, her body still trembling from your teasing, the anticipation of what was to come building with every passing moment. You had never seen her this flustered, this desperate to maintain her composure, and it only made your heart race faster.

When the carriage finally pulled up to your manor, you wasted no time helping her out, your hand lingering on her waist as you led her up the stairs and through the grand entrance. The house was quiet, the servants already dismissed for the night, leaving the two of you alone in the flickering candlelight. Portia followed you silently, her breath quickening as you made your way up the staircase toward your bedroom.

As you reached the door to the room, you paused, turning to her with a soft smile. “I have something for you,” you said, your voice gentle but filled with anticipation.

Portia blinked, her eyes wide with curiosity. “For me?”

You nodded, opening the door and leading her inside. The room was bathed in soft, warm light from the fireplace, casting a golden glow across the luxurious furnishings. You walked over to a nearby dresser, retrieving a beautifully wrapped package and holding it out to her.

Portia stared at the gift, her hands trembling slightly as she took it from you. She carefully unwrapped the package, her breath catching as she pulled out the contents. It was a stunning lace nightgown, deep emerald in color, almost see-through, showing off just enough to tease the imagination. The lace was soft and delicate, the neckline plunging just enough to show off her cleavage, while the hem stopped at the top of her thighs, leaving her long legs bare.

Portia’s eyes widened as she held the nightgown up, her cheeks flushing at the thought of wearing something so revealing. “It’s... beautiful,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

You couldn’t help but stare at her, completely speechless for a moment. The thought of her wearing that nightgown, the way it would hug her curves and highlight her already breathtaking beauty, left you momentarily stunned. “Portia,” you whispered, your voice thick with admiration. “You’ll look... perfect.”

Portia glanced up at you, her cheeks still burning. “I... I’m not sure,” she murmured, her voice wavering with a hint of self-doubt. “It’s so... revealing. What if it doesn’t—”

Before she could finish, you stepped closer, taking her hand and pulling her gently into your arms. “It’s perfect,” you whispered, your voice filled with certainty. “And so are you.”

Portia’s lips parted, but the self-doubt was still evident in her eyes. “But... maybe you should turn around,” she said softly, her voice laced with hesitation. “So I can change.”

You shook your head, cupping her cheek gently and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “No,” you whispered against her skin. “You don’t need to hide from me, Portia. I want to see all of you. Every part of you is beautiful.”

Her breath hitched as your words washed over her, the reassurance and tenderness in your voice melting away her doubts. You leaned down, brushing your lips against hers in a soft, lingering kiss, your hands gently caressing her sides as you held her close.

Portia sighed softly into the kiss, her body relaxing as she let herself lean into your touch. When you finally pulled back, your eyes locked with hers, filled with nothing but love and admiration. “You’re beautiful, Portia,” you whispered. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

Her cheeks flushed again, but this time, there was no hesitation in her gaze. She smiled softly, her heart swelling with emotion at your words, at the way you looked at her with such devotion. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.

You smiled back at her, your hands trailing down her arms before pulling away slightly, giving her space to change. “Go ahead,” you murmured softly. “I’ll wait.”

Portia hesitated for just a moment before nodding. She took the nightgown and stepped behind a nearby privacy screen, though you could still see the soft outline of her silhouette as she undressed. Your heart raced as you waited, the anticipation building with each passing second.

When Portia finally stepped out from behind the screen, you felt your breath catch in your throat. The nightgown hugged her body perfectly, the lace teasingly sheer in all the right places. The emerald green contrasted beautifully against her pale skin, and the way the fabric clung to her curves left little to the imagination. Her long, elegant legs were fully on display, the hem of the gown just brushing the tops of her thighs, and her cleavage was framed perfectly by the delicate lace.

For a moment, you couldn’t speak. All you could do was stare, utterly mesmerized by how breathtaking she looked.

“Portia,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. “You look... you’re stunning.”

Portia blushed deeply, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself as if to cover up, but you stepped forward quickly, taking her hands in yours and gently pulling them away. “Don’t,” you whispered. “Don’t hide from me.”

She bit her lip, her eyes flicking nervously to yours, but the warmth and love in your gaze slowly melted away her remaining insecurities. She let out a soft breath, her body relaxing as she stood before you, her hands resting at her sides.

“You really think I look... beautiful?” she asked softly, her voice trembling just slightly.

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips, your hands gently trailing down her sides. “More than beautiful,” you whispered against her mouth. “You take my breath away.”

Portia’s lips curved into a soft, shy smile as she leaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pulled you closer. The warmth of her body pressed against yours, the softness of the lace brushing against your skin, sent a shiver down your spine.

“I love you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion as she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, your heart swelling with love and desire as you held her close. “And I’m never letting you go.”

As the night stretched on, the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside fading away as you lost yourselves in the warmth of each other’s love.

The soft glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a warm, golden light as you stood with Portia in your arms, her body pressed against yours. The air between you crackled with anticipation, the tenderness of your earlier kiss quickly giving way to something more—something deeper, more primal. The way Portia looked at you, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, told you she was ready for whatever came next.

But tonight, you wanted to try something new.

As you held her close, you let your hands gently caress her sides, the lace of her nightgown teasing your fingertips. You leaned down to whisper into her ear, your voice low and husky. "Portia... I want to try something with you. Something different."

Portia’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing slightly as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "Something different?" she asked softly, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and hesitation.

You nodded, your hands trailing down to rest on her hips as you gave her a reassuring smile. "Yes," you whispered. "But only if you're comfortable. I would never want to push you into anything."

Portia hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching yours. You could see the uncertainty in her gaze, but there was also something else—something that told you she trusted you completely, that she was willing to explore this new side of herself with you.

After a brief pause, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I trust you."

Your heart swelled with affection as you leaned down to kiss her gently, your lips brushing against hers in a slow, tender motion. "Thank you," you whispered, your breath mingling with hers. "Just tell me if it’s too much, and we’ll stop."

Portia nodded again, her breath trembling slightly as she allowed you to guide her toward the bed. You could feel the nervous excitement radiating off her as you gently laid her down on the soft sheets, her body sinking into the mattress. The lace nightgown clung to her curves, and the sight of her lying there, looking up at you with wide, trusting eyes, made your heart race.

You climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself between her legs, your hands gently trailing up her thighs as you leaned down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened quickly, your tongues tangling as the heat between you grew, and soon Portia was moaning softly into your mouth, her hips instinctively arching toward you.

"Relax," you whispered, your voice soft but filled with promise. "I’m going to take care of you."

Portia’s breath hitched again, her body trembling slightly as she nodded. She watched you with wide eyes as you began to strip off your own clothes, the hunger in her gaze undeniable. When you were finally bare before her, she reached out to touch you, her fingers grazing your skin as if she couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

You leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her neck and shoulders as you whispered, "I want to feel all of you, Portia. I want us to be as close as possible."

Portia let out a soft whimper, her hands gripping the sheets as her breath came faster. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want that too."

With a gentle smile, you positioned yourself over her, your legs intertwining with hers as you began to lower yourself against her body. The sensation of your skin against hers, the heat radiating from her, was intoxicating, and soon the two of you were lost in the rhythm of your movements, your bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

As you began to grind against her, your wetness meeting hers, Portia let out a breathless moan, her hips instinctively arching to meet your thrusts. The sensation of your bodies rubbing together, the friction building between you, sent a wave of pleasure through you both, and soon you were both gasping for more.

"Gods, Portia," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. "You feel so good."

Portia moaned in response, her hands gripping your hips as she ground against you, her body trembling with pleasure. "I... I need more," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "Please... don’t stop."

You let out a soft moan of your own, the sensation of her body pressed against yours driving you wild with need. You quickened your pace, your hips moving faster as you pressed your core against hers, the wetness between you growing with every thrust. The friction, the heat, the sounds of your moans mingling with hers—it was almost too much to bear.

Portia’s body arched beneath you, her head falling back against the pillows as her breath came in short, ragged bursts. "Oh... gods..." she whimpered, her voice filled with desperation. "Please... I need more..."

You were just as desperate, your body trembling with need as you moved against her. "I’m close," you gasped, your voice thick with pleasure. "I’m so close..."

Portia’s hips bucked beneath you, her hands gripping your hips tighter as she begged, "Please... I need you... don’t stop..."

You could feel the tension building inside you, the pressure mounting with every thrust, and soon you were both on the edge, your bodies trembling with the intensity of your shared pleasure. The sensation of her wetness against yours, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly, sent you spiraling into bliss.

"Portia..." you gasped, your voice breaking as the pleasure overwhelmed you. "I... I can’t hold on..."

Portia let out a strangled moan, her body convulsing beneath you as she reached her peak. "Yes!" she cried out, her voice filled with ecstasy. "Please... don’t stop... don’t stop!"

The sound of her cries, the feel of her body trembling beneath you, sent you over the edge. Your body shook with pleasure as you reached your climax, your hips grinding desperately against hers as you both came undone together.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but the sounds of your ragged breathing and the soft crackle of the fire. You collapsed onto the bed beside her, both of you trembling with the aftershocks of your shared pleasure.

Portia turned to you, her eyes still wide with wonder, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. "That was..." she began, but her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words.

You smiled softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. "Incredible," you finished for her, your voice barely above a whisper.

Portia smiled, her eyes glistening with emotion as she leaned in to kiss you softly. "I love you," she whispered against your lips. "So much."

You kissed her back, your heart swelling with love and contentment. "I love you too," you whispered, your voice filled with all the emotion you felt for her. "More than you’ll ever know."

As the night stretched on, the two of you remained tangled in each other’s arms, the fire casting soft shadows on the walls as you whispered sweet nothings to each other, your bodies still trembling with the remnants of your passion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Portia, lost in the warmth of your love, finally free to be exactly who you were meant to be—together.

The firelight flickered softly against the walls of your bedroom as the two of you lay entwined in each other's arms, the aftermath of your shared passion still lingering in the air. Both of you were breathless, bodies flushed from the intense pleasure you'd just shared. Portia nestled against you, her head resting on your chest as your fingers lazily traced patterns along her arm.

But even in this quiet moment of tenderness, you could feel the gentle shift in her demeanor. Portia stirred beside you, her eyes filled with a new sense of determination, and she propped herself up on her elbow to look at you. There was a hunger there, one that you recognized all too well, but there was also something more—something deeply personal, as if she were about to cross another threshold of vulnerability with you.

"I want to give you pleasure," Portia whispered, her voice soft but filled with certainty.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Oh?" you teased, the warmth in your voice mingling with the lingering heat between you. "Asking for permission now, are we? You were so dominant earlier, and now you're being so polite about it."

Portia flushed a deep shade of red, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight. She bit her lip, clearly caught between her desire and the embarrassment that came with asking for something so intimate.

“I just...” she hesitated for a moment, her gaze dropping to your chest as her fingers traced small circles there. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

Your heart swelled at her words, the tenderness and vulnerability in her voice making you love her even more. You tilted her chin up so she was looking into your eyes, giving her a reassuring smile. “Portia, you never have to ask for permission to love me. I’m yours—completely.”

Her breath hitched slightly at your words, but a smile slowly spread across her face. She leaned down to kiss you, the touch of her lips soft and sweet, filled with a love that went beyond mere physical desire. This was about connection, about trust, and you could feel it in the way her fingers trailed down your body, exploring your curves with a newfound sense of purpose.

As the kiss deepened, Portia’s hand slowly drifted lower, her touch light and teasing. You let out a soft sigh as her fingers grazed your sensitive skin, and you felt your body react instantly, the heat between your thighs returning with an almost dizzying intensity.

“I want to take care of you,” Portia whispered against your lips, her voice filled with need. “Let me.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, your body already aching for her touch. “You don’t have to ask twice.”

Portia grinned, a playful gleam in her eyes as she slowly kissed her way down your body. The softness of her lips against your skin, the way her breath ghosted over you, sent a shiver down your spine, and soon your teasing was replaced by a desperate need for more.

She took her time, savoring every moment, every touch, and by the time she finally reached the apex of your thighs, you were trembling with anticipation. Portia glanced up at you, her eyes dark with desire as she parted your legs gently, her hands caressing your thighs with a tenderness that made your heart race.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her voice low and husky as her lips hovered over your most sensitive spot.

The sincerity in her voice made your heart skip a beat, and you let out a soft moan as her mouth finally met your core, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation was almost overwhelming, your body arching off the bed as she expertly teased and pleasured you, her name falling from your lips in breathless whispers.

Portia’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as her tongue worked against you, her pace increasing as your moans grew louder. You could feel the pressure building inside you, your body trembling with the force of the pleasure she was giving you.

“Portia,” you gasped, your voice barely audible as your fingers tangled in her hair. “I’m... I’m so close...”

She didn’t stop, her tongue moving with more urgency as she brought you to the edge, her name falling from your lips in a strangled moan as you finally came undone beneath her.

The intensity of your release left you breathless, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Portia didn’t stop until you were completely spent, your body limp against the sheets as you struggled to catch your breath.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistening with your release, she crawled back up to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on her mouth, the intimacy of the moment making your heart swell with love and gratitude.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered breathlessly, your fingers brushing her cheek as you gazed up at her.

Portia smiled, her eyes filled with affection as she kissed you again, this time slower, softer. “So are you.”

For a long moment, the two of you lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, your bodies still humming with the afterglow of your shared pleasure. The warmth of the fire, the softness of the sheets, and the weight of Portia’s body pressed against yours made everything feel perfect—complete.

As you held her close, your fingers gently trailing up and down her back, you couldn’t help but smile. “You really were dominant earlier,” you teased, earning a soft laugh from Portia.

She blushed, burying her face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t remind me,” she muttered, though you could hear the smile in her voice.

You chuckled softly, kissing the top of her head. “I liked it,” you whispered. “And I liked this too. A lot.”

Portia looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m not done loving you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, and you pulled her closer, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Neither am I.”

And as the night stretched on, you both knew that this—what you had together—was more than just passion. It was love, deep and undeniable, and you would spend the rest of your lives showing each other just how much you meant.

[grapenamjams]

Yours

Genre: Smut/ NSFW

Characters: Muriel from the Arcana & Female Reader

Contains: fingering (F. receiving), against the wall sex, mutual orgasm, dirty talk? slightly jealous soft dom Muriel.

A/N: I've had this thought in my head for awhile now! im glad that I could finally write it out.....

Stepping through the threshold of the hut, hearing the door close on the orange evening sun outside, muriel had not said a word the entire way back from the shop. which was not something unusual but you could feel that there was something on his mind.

“muriel is everything okay?” You say as you hang up your coat and bag. The dark haired man looks at you for a second but his eyes dart away. Puzzled you try again, you put a hand on his arm rubbing it gently as you face him head tilting slightly trying to give him a light smile. “I know something has been bugging you ever since we left the shop. You wanna tell me?” You Can see behind those eyes that he was still thinking but saw a flicker of something else within them.

You sigh knowing that sometimes it takes a bit for muriel to open up. “Okay, it’s okay you don-“

“Who was that person in the shop when I came in?” His deep voice finally makes an appearance in your shared space.

At first you were relived that he had finally spoken to you but then your mind caught up to his words making you confused. “W-what do you mean? Who?”Your hand drops from his arm. His gaze looks to the side “The person at the counter before you closed shop” you furrow your eyebrows together thinking about who was at your shop that could cause Muriel to brood all the way home like this. but your mind came back empty only remembering a usual costumer you were helping.

“Muriel, they were just a shop customer. I don’t understand why you are upset.” Muriel sighs “I’m not-“ he turns towards you his eyes roaming your face. You give him a raised eyebrow not believing him. Having him being upset was a rare occurrence, when it did happen it was usually something reasonable that you both talked about and agree on what to do next. But this? This was new and you couldn’t figure out where it came from. untill he asked mumbling “do they usually go into the shop?”

Your a bit taken back at his question but as you look at his face you suddenly know what was going on and you couldn’t quite believe it. seeing this was the first he outwardly demonstrated that he was

“Muriel, are you jealous?”

You say trying to not let your lips turn up in a smile. You see that a blush appears on his face but his eyes, his forest green eyes look at you in a way that makes your own cheeks heat up. A familiar warmth courses through your body as you tilt your head and gave him a sly smile as a wave confidence comes over you. “I- Im not jealous. I don’t get like that” he mutters out.

Your hands go to his sides moving them up and down slowly feeling him tense for a second. “You sure? You’ve never asked me about a costumer that way before.” Your voice coming out slowly. Dragging a finger to his strong Abdomen moving your fingers mindlessly against his skin as you continue speaking to him softly.

“Asking me if they come to the shop often. Muriel you know the shop has a good amount of customers and” your innocent eyes meet his “I have to treat them all nicely” you raise your feet a bit to be able to kiss him on the shoulder, placing another hand on his cheek directing him towards you. “There’s nothing to be jealous of.” His lips inches apart from yours “I’m yours arnt I?” you breath out before your lips meet his.

You swear you hear him growl when you kiss him sending a delighted shiver go through you as you kiss him again and again. Each kiss becoming more passionate and harder than the last, your hands going into his dark hair and his hands to your hips. a moan escapes pass your lips as you feel your back press against the wall. The harshness of the stone softened by the thick tapestry hanged up behind you.

“How can I not be jealous when they looked at what is mine the way they did” Muriel’s deep voice comes next to your ear making you shudder at his words. Your eyes widen at the possessiveness and dominance he’s demonstrating making your legs weak, A slow pulse felt between your legs as your arousal makes itself known.

his hands come up from your hips grabbing the hem of your shirt lifting it up his fingers gliding over your hot skin but still shivering at his touch.

“Like you said y/n” he takes off your shirt his dark lustful gaze falling on you again making your breath hitch “you’re mine.” You see a blush starting to make its way into his cheeks as he takes in your state before him. His hand caresses your cheek in the gentlest manner as in asking for your permission to continue. Your heart squeezes at how much he cares for you wanting to know first if you were okay.

You lean your head against his palm while looking up at him. “Tell me what’s yours” your hand reaches out to his waist pulling him closer “show me.” Seeing your green light for him Muriel smirks.

He firmly kisses you, tongues meeting each other as you hum against him. His hands go on either side of your head trapping you against the wall and his muscular body “mine.” His voice rumbles against your lips. Your hands freely roaming touching anywhere you could, your desire for him increasing by the second. “your lips are mine” he kisses them again. when he parts away you are left gasping as you see his eyes lower. “your neck” he dips down placing a hot kiss to your skin and moving up, his scruff adding to the sensation. he sucks on your sweet spot having you let out a small moan feeling muriel smile as he licks and kisses.

His right hand moves away from the wall and removes your bra. You suck in a breath at the air on your exposed chest. Then a whimper when Muriel’s large rough hand grabs it. He cups It having his thumb rub the nipple. You moan at the feeling, “your breasts” he breaths against you kissing where he Can on your neck and jaw while his hand messages you. Your head falls back allowing him to kiss more, grab more as your back pushes your hardened nipples into his hands. Kneading them and pinching them.

The throbbing between your legs increasing with every kiss, rub and words against you it was becoming unbearable, aching for him to touch you. “Muriel” you moan, Your hand goes down his stomach but before you can reach his pants Muriel’s left hand grabs your wrist and the other one at his chest pinning your arms above your head.

“I still haven't finished” he mumbles against your neck. He parts away to look down at you as you feel the hand that was kneading your breast go down the valley between them. knuckles slowly going down your stomach raising goosebumps. “Your beautiful body” he continues.

You can’t help but moan as he reaches the waistband of your clothes, pushing them down leaving you in just your undergarments underneath him. You hear him curse at the sight of you, already breathless and shaking without being touched.

Suddenly Muriel’s hand cups your heat over the covering making you let out a gasp and a moan at finally having some contact. he groans feeling how soaked the fabric is. “Its mine. You chose me to be able to make you mine, to kiss, touch you like this” he rubs you through your panties as you hum the action not enough hips moving against him.

“They wanted you I could tell” his hand swiftly pushes down your panties falling down your legs. The air again making you ache, his hand stalls for a moment again as he takes in a breath before a finger passes your folds and goes down your slit, making you moan as he groans “shit” at how wetness you coats his finger, seeing his face redden.

He swallows before repeating the motion again watching your body react to him. “I bet they were thinking of doing this too you” his voice takes an edge, his eyebrows furrowing. His finger goes to your clit and begins to rub it slowly having you moan. “I saw it in there damn eyes.” His eyes look down to his hand and sees your hips moving against him making him moan at the sight as he speeds up.

He looks back at you and it takes all his self control not to take off his pants and have you against the wall right then and there. eyes closed, lips parted, head back as you arched into him having your hands pinned above you. Even Muriel didn’t fully understood what came over him, how he got the confidence to do this and say those things to you but he was to far ahead to go back now and he didn’t want to go back. he wanted to make you feel good, of course he still had the bit of consistent doubt that this wasn’t what you wanted but by the fates and gods, with moans you were letting out and how you were reacting under him he knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“More….Muriel please” you pant as you continue to rub your soft clit against his rough finger pads. “Whose the one that Can touch you like This?” He states kissing you again, you moan as a response but he dosnt except that as an answer. although he relishes in the sound going straight through to his hard cock which you feel against you as he puts a knee on your leg spreading you more.

Muriel slows the pace of his fingers triggering a whine from you opening your eyes. “Answer?” He asks eyes filled with lust and dominance no where to be seen that usual shyness and hesitance he usually had when he touched you. and honestly you couldn’t express how much it turned you on to see it especially be expressed towards you.

Kissing him with pure want you answer him. “You Muriel” he hums against you at the sound of his name. He speeds up pressing another finger, adding to the feeling building up in your stomach. “Mmm yes” you moan closing your eyes again. Muriel kisses your shoulder and jaw “whose the one allowed to fuck you?” His words muddle your brain taking away your breath for a second, loving the way he’s taking control of you by his words and fingers.

Not wanting him to slow down again you answer breathlessly. “You are, you’re the one who can fuck me…please” hips jutting out again. the smile against your skin is the only warning he gave as Muriel slides two thick fingers into you pumping gradually to a speed that makes your Moans leak through the stone wall as your own walls stretch.

“Oh fuck” you pant, your pinned arms push against his grasp but his hands reaffirm his grip on you as his fingers keep moving in and out of you completely to his mercy, letting him witness and accesses to every inch of you like a painting. Nothing was hidden from him you were his to admire.

Your climax not far away as you hear Muriel moan at your reactions and the feel of you. already imagining his dick inside you, the one he tries to not to rub against your hip desperately. Muriel kisses you anywhere he can as his hand curves up making his large palm slap your heat and hit your clit each time he inserts his fingers.

“Ah! M- muriel im- I’m ugh” you moan, words failing you. Your walls clenching around his fingers and hips fucking his palm. Muriel cruses again at the sight, dick involuntarily thrusting against you. “You’re close baby arnt you?” You node your head and let out a small whine.

“tell me whose allowed to make you come? Whose gonna make you come right now?” His fingers not stoping instead curling up pressing lightly against the soft spot that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Not a moment after he asked the word falls from your lips “you! Oh please, please muriel”he curls his fingers again touching that sweet spot. “Say it again” He growls making you moan. “You’re the one that’s gonna make me come so hard!”

he groans, placing his thumb on your sensitive clit rubbing it in small quick circles, with a last brush of his fingers inside you, you let your climax take you. Arching your back of the wall hands still pinned over your head allowing Muriel a perfect seat to completely see you come undone over his fingers.

“That’s it y/n, feel all of it” Muriel slows his fingers down helping you ride out your orgasm as you try to bring back air to your lungs. He lets go of your arms having them drop at your side as you try to get your heart rate back to normal. Whispering his name is all you can manage before he kisses you softly pulling his fingers out of you. You moan at the motion feeling the emptiness replace them in your throbbing heat.

Muriel kisses your head gently after he knew you had gotten your composure back. A hand going up and down your arm reassuringly. “W-was that okay? Are you okay?” And just like that the large dark haired man before you is back to his kind caring self. You give him a small chuckle with a easy smile as you look up at him. “You did amazing. I love it when you use your fingers to make me come.” you can see a slight blush come to his cheeks as he hums at your words knowing that he loved it when you gave him praise, making him know again that he’s the one that can make you come with just his fingers.

Muriel’s hand that was on your arm continues his way down to your side keeping you close causing you to become aware of him against your hip, prominent as ever. you make your own hand movements down his muscular tan stomach, need flourishing again inside you. “However it seems that you need a little help with something hm? if I remember correctly”

your fingers go down his happy trail to the waistband of his pants. Hearing his breathing become uneven as you continue to look at his face while his eyes lock onto your hand. “You asked who’s allowed to fuck me” your hands slowly unbuckle his belt. “And who did I say was allowed too?” Your voice coming out in a sultry whisper as you remove his belt around him tossing it to the side. seeing his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as you unbuckle his pants, hands going on either hip rubbing your thumbs against his skin in a comforting manner. “Me” you hear him whisper out.

You smile “I’m sorry baby I couldn’t hear you” you push down his pants hearing fabric land on the floor, leaving him in only his underwear resuming the circular motions. You hear him take in a sharp breath and you smile to your self. arousal throbbing as you catch the change in his energy. “Me” he states both hands grabbing your hips.

Fingers hooking into his underwear you pull them down finally freeing his large cock that has your mouth watering and heat glistening at the sight of it, the air making it slightly twitch. The pink head already dripping Precum you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you and you swear you could’ve heard him chuckle above you. Looking up you see that his green eyes had once again gain that gaze that made your knees weak. Your hands go up his body feeling his hot skin. “And whose gonna fuck me right now?” You say trying to keep your voice calm.

“I am” Muriel says definitely his lips capture yours as if he couldn’t hold back any longer. Kissing you as if he yearned for your touch against his. Muriel’s hands left your hips and went over your ass going to your thighs lifting you up. Your legs wrapping around his waist arms around his neck. letting out a loud moan when you feel your back hit the wall.

Muriel lets out a sigh at the feeling of his cock against your slit. The throbbing between you unbearable, you roll your hips gaining a moan from him which makes your insides clench.

“You’re so beautiful” he kisses your neck giving him a hum in response his eyes finding yours and finding yourself lost in them that you don’t see his left hand grab his cock. “Always so good to me” he runs his head against you making him catch his breath. He aligns his head to your entrance “and all mine” with that he inches his way inside with breathless moans. his large cock stretching you out in the most pleasurable way. Once he goes all the way to the hilt he swallows your moan as he kisses you, placing his hand on the wall steading himself as his body shivers from the feeling and tightness of you, making you become once again surrounded by him in every sense of the word.

Muriel kisses you giving you time to adjust to his thick length, filling you up completely. “So warm and tight like always…fuck” he whispers. When he starts to move against you a series of whimpers and moans follow as your mind becomes blurry the feelings of pleasure and him filling up your senses leaving you speechless. His thrusts are slow and gentle building you up knowing that you were probably sensitive from his fingers. which you were, but you are so needy for him it didn’t matter, rather it added to your pleasure knowing that he had already made you come with his rough fingers.

Your own fingertips go over the ridges of his back and shoulders as you moan. “You feel so good muriel” you hear his small grunts knowing that he was holding himself back not wanting to hurt you. Your fingers go into his hair pulling lightly so that his hooded eyes refocus on you, blush on his cheeks. “Faster baby please” you kiss him as you whisper “I’m yours”

Something snapped in him at your words. growling, he pulls his cock halfway out and thrusts back into you. A Yelp escaping you at the motion then turning into whimpers and yes’s as Muriel finds a blissful rhythm for you both. pushing you against the wall hearing Muriel’s wonderful grunts and moans reach your ears as you let him take control of you again.

Muriel clenches the tapestry in his hand as he pumps in and out of you losing himself in your scent, your warmth and tightness. He can’t get enough of you, hearing your moans, knowing that he was the cause of them and no one else, adds to him reaching his high. He was always grateful to have you in his life, fearing that you might walk away still haunts him. But every time he sees that smile, hears that laugh and feels those moans against his skin he knows that he is yours and will be yours as long as you’ll have him and you will be his.

“Muriel” you moan as his hips keep thrusting. You clench around him feeling him twitch inside you as he curses at the feeling. Your hands roam his back giving you a image of his back muscles moving under his skin as he pounded into you making you clench again. “I’m close“ Muriel pants as you feel his hips jerk up contradicting the rhythm. “Me too baby, you’re doing so good” you kiss his neck “you’re gonna make me come, please make me come” you whimper out.

His thrusts slow down with a groan from him. The hand that was on the wall beside your head lowers and both of his hands secure your thighs and shifts you slightly. He begins to thrust again harder and faster that you can’t help the loud moan that fills the hut as Muriel’s cock hits the soft spot inside you that his fingers grazed earlier perfectly with each thrust.

You look down and see Muriel’s handsome face covered with a thin layer of sweat his hair sticking to parts of his face and the expression of ecstasy he displayed, eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and mouth parted. That and his thrusts were enough to send your over the edge. “Oh Imma come! Imma!-” Muriel continues his thrusts although you can feel them getting sloppy and harder. “come for me y/n,” your walls close around him as you moan his name as you come undone. Muriel gives a few more thrusts and grunts as you feel him twitch inside you before he fills you up with his climax with a Loud moan.

Muriel puts a hand against the wall and rests his head on your shoulder to steady himself. messily thrusting into you helping you both ride out your orgasms. Trying to regain composure your breaths hitting each other’s skin, you peck his shoulder, rubbing his arm reassuringly.

“I’m yours Muriel” you breath out

You feel him smile against you and you can already tell his cheeks were pink.

“And I’m yours”

[im-ovulating]

Ok you know what screw it in the mean time while I wait to get more coins for the game could you possibly write any nsfw headcanons for Portia maybe with an s/o is a switch leaning more towards top

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: None

Age Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

Portia x GN! Reader Who's a Switch

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Personally, I think Portia would be a bottom leaning switch, so this really works out for your guys' dynamic

She's a snarky little shit though

Like, you may be topping her but she's still gonna be the one doing all of the teasing

She'll look up at you, pupils blown wide with pleasure, and then her mouth will stretch into the most shit eating grin ever as she says the most out of pocket thing

It doesn't get much better when she's topping either

If anything she gets even more mocking

She'll be leaning over you as she rails you and she'll just be pulling whatever silly/embarrassing thing out that she can think of

"Remember when the Countess walked in on us in the library? You got sooo red! Almost like you are now!" *cheesily winks*

Sex with Portia is almost never serious, but, really, what else did we expect from the Devorak sister?

[howaboutleeches]

Ive never sent an ask before so im not sure if it will work but how about the Arcana main 6 with a seamstress Mc :)

How would the Main Six React to a seamstress MC!

Asra:

🔮 Asra could go hours and hours just watching you sewing, putting pieces together, and working on your machine. He found it mesmerizing how skilled you were, his eyes focused on every hand movement of yours.

🔮 The sound of your machine calmed him down, and he could fall asleep on a couch next to your working space, the one he had prepared specially for you and your craft. Enough lightening to make your job easier, any materials you may need and a comfortable chair to keep you comfortable.

🔮 Once you started working, Faust paid attention to you as well. She would slither up your desk or your back and watch closely, her big eyes shining as she watched you working. "Friend, work hard!"

🔮 Asra didn't want to ask for it, but if you made something for him, he would keep it around him all the time. Wearing, wrapping around his neck, around his waist, he wouldn't let it go.

🔮 Even better if you made something for Faust as well. Maybe something matching for the three of you? It would definitely put a smile on his face and make Faust's tail wiggle in excitement.

Nadia:

👑 No matter how she came to know about your skill, either you telling her or she figuring it out on her own, she became very excited about it. "I've always admired seamstresses! I tried sewing once but I just didn't have enough skill to seek it further", she would say as she grabbed your hands, caressing them as if trying to feel the power coming from them.

👑 Not even a week later, she grabbed you by the arm and led you across the halls of the palace, until she stopped in front of a room, a bright smile on her face. She opened the door to reveal a room filled with fabrics, sewing machines, mannequins, and many other items that made your heart skip a bit.

👑 That was her way of showing how much she appreciated your work. Contributing with her money to help you have the best environment (and products) to pursue your sewing career.

👑 She would ask you to make her outfits and brag to other royals and her own family about how good you were. It didn't take long for you to start receiving requests from other kingdoms and from her relatives as well.

👑 She just wants to see you happy, and knowing she helped you with it also fills up her sense of pride. Don't get me wrong, she didn't do it so she could brag about it, but she likes to know her help took part in your happiness.

Julian:

♠️ When he came to know about what you did, he was beyond thrilled. He started to bombard you with the most various questions regarding your profession, how long you have been doing that, who taught you, and what kind of things you could make.

♠️ Although he felt a little embarrassed to ask for it, he would gather enough courage to do some stuff for him, if you wanted to and had the time, of course. Custom eyepatches would be his top request.

♠️ Eventually, he also started asking for costume capes. He got so excited when you would walk into the room waving a brand new cape, almost like a child receiving a Christmas gift.

♠️ He would often bring you books about sewing, and beautiful fabrics he bought with a discount, calling it his "contribution". The thing is, he felt guilty for asking you to do eyepatches and capes for him, but he felt so good wearing something you made, he couldn't help it!

♠️ Whenever your machine would have any sort of issue, he would rush to your aid and try to fix the situation, even if you knew how to do it yourself. He just loved being useful and getting a kiss on the cheek as a reward for his good deeds.

Muriel:

🌿 He and Inanna were curious regarding your machine. When it started to make noises, Inanna growled a little at it, but seeing it was harmless, she decided to approach and sniff. Soon, she started to enjoy the noises.

🌿 Muriel on the other hand had a frown on his face, saying he didn't like it. He actually didn't have anything against the machine itself, but he started feeling jealous of it. You spent so much time working on it, he felt left out.

🌿 You ended up noticing that and decided to set up a corner next to your working table where he could rest close to you and the fireplace as well. After that, his complaints stropped.

🌿 He sometimes went out to gather some flowers he found in the forest, hoping you could use them when sewing. He always tried to get the brightest and best smelling ones, saying they would look good on you.

🌿 If you made something for Inanna, he would think about proposing to you on the spot. Inanna has been his companion for a long time, and if you cared about her enough to do something nice for her out of genuine kindness, he would know you're the right one.

Portia:

🐈 After finding out about you being a seamstress, she bothered Mazelinka for days so she could give her an old sewing machine she had in her house and other sewing materials that were buried deep into her house. Even if they were there for a long time, they were still very good quality.

🐈 She loved to watch you sewing, finding the sound of the machine extremely relaxing. She also pulled Pepi into her lap to watch you, which she did with wide eyes, following every movement of your hand with her gaze.

🐈 Portia one day asked if you could make something for Pepi, which you agreed to. As a surprise, you made matching sweaters for Pepi and Portia, which made her tear up in joy.

🐈She always bragged about your work to Nadia, saying you were, without a doubt, the best seamstress in the entire city of Vesuvia, the whole world even! She was extremely proud of you and wasn't afraid to show it to anyone.

Lucio:

🐐At first, he tried to convince you to pursue another career path. He said you were royalty now, and royalty didn't have to sew, they had other people to do that for them. It slightly annoyed him that you were doing something that someone else could take off your shoulders.

🐐As he watched you work though, his opinion started to slowly change. He saw the effort and love you put into it, and the beautiful pieces you created. He slowly started to fall in love with it.

🐐He secretly ordered a sewing machine for himself, thinking that it should be easy to sew. Then, he would show you his final work and you would awe and praise him. At least that was his plan, but after twenty minutes of trying to get the machine to work, he gave up.

🐐 He swallowed his pride, something he has only done three times in his life (he kept count of it), and went to you, asking you to teach him how to sew. The smile on his face when he made a scarf was priceless. He paraded it around the castle, making sure that everyone knew he had done it himself. And that you, his amazing and talented partner, had taught him how.

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