#rapture-ravished

[namedvesta]

“A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.”

Marie Rutkoski, The Winner's Kiss (𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟨) Bernini, The Rape of Proserpina (𝟣𝟨𝟤𝟤) Pio Fedi, The Rape of Polyxena (𝟣𝟪𝟨𝟪)

[simonz-angel]

simon taking gooddd care of his sweet dollie after a night out 🍆

he sets you down softly, letting your weight dip into the mattress. he’d been ravishing you up with his eyes all night, soaking up your sweet appearance as if he’d never laid his eyes upon your angelic look, as if the band strapped ‘round his finger didn’t tie him to you.

his fingers nimbly work the straps of your heels, they’d rubbed your ankles raw all night. there was evidence of it, as he slowly pulled them off your feet, your swollen joints and muscles red and inflamed.

“poor girl,” he murmured looking up at you from his knees at your feet. he was beautiful from this angle, eyes glowing up at you sweet and sincere, hands slowly kneading at your feet, your ankles. “wanna make you feel better.”

and he put his attention in your swelled up limbs, dipping his thumbs into the arch of your foot to dig the knots away. you couldn’t help but breathe out in relief, head rolling back as you succumbed to his massage.

“feels good, si, thank you, baby,” you sighed out, voice tipping just an octave higher bordering a sweet whine. everything tonight seemed to have simon on edge, balls drawing up just at your pretty voice.

that’s when his hands slid higher to grope at your calves. pressing the edges of his fingers into the fatty muscle. he couldn’t get his hands off you, his eyes. it was like he under some love-drunk spell, utterly raptured by you.

his lips met your knee, the soft pillows kissing at the smooth skin with an almost fervor. he wanted to soak in you, bathe in your sweetness for all of eternity.

your attention fell down to him, lip tucked gently between your pearly teeth. and when his lashes batted, pupils meeting yours, you knew what he wanted. you could see the desperation dancing around his expression.

so you slowly granted him, spreading your legs apart for him to get a sweeeet look under your dress, the smooth silk laying amongst the sheets cinematically.

his hands were suddenly lurching forward, weight tipping forward onto his knees as his tongue slid up the inside of your thigh, a slight redness welting the skin from the chafing.

and when his mouth hung open over your panties, breathing hot over the material, enough just to seep through the thin lace, he breathed you in and exhaled his thank you’s.

[mysumeow]

. . . ꒰ WITH HIM

Warnings: Reader has medium/large sized breasts. Reader gets called darling and pretty. Afab genitalia and is referred to with you/your. Piv unprotected sex, Boothill has a metal dick (there are dildos with this material so I guess it's safe lmao).

Word count: 600+

A/N: i HATE him. man ran through 190 tickets and only got me his e1??? unbelievable. he's sleeping outside with the dog.

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ♡ 🌷 . . KOFI | HSR MASTERLIST

Boothill loves to snuggle his face into your chest. He finds comfort in the intimacy of it, and he listens to your heartbeats. The warmth you radiate against his metal body is soothing, too. He can feel it, thanks to the touch receptors integrated into the expanse of the metal plates. Of course, it can’t compare to the skin-to-skin proximity, and so he relaxes further into the hug.

He palms your tits and squeezes them while he nips at your neck. He feels your body arching towards him while kissing you, his lips trail downwards. His index finger circles around your nipple until it hardens—teases you about how responsive your body is to him. He ducks his head closer to it, his sharp teeth grazing against it.

He grabs your tits and pushes them together; his mouth finally envelops your nipples. He avoids irritating the sensitive flesh with his special set of teeth, but the way he sucks is eager. He closes his eyes, listens to your sounds of pleasure, and relishes in your embrace, which tightens. He welcomes it all.

He pulls his head back a little, still not freeing your nipples. And when he does, it’s to make out with you again, sloppily. His tongue slides against yours while he holds your face steady in his grasp, disorienting your senses because he’s vehement.

“As much as I love it when you lock your legs around me, Imma need you to spread’em. Can you do that for me?” You know he wants to taunt you, and you want to strangle him when he licks his fingers while he sends you a lustful look.  

The moment you obey, he doesn’t waste time and pushes his hand beneath your underwear and teases your pussy with it. He pushes two wet fingers in while his thumb rubs your clit, you keen from the pleasure. Unlike anything you’ve felt before, the stainless steel of his hand gets drenched with your fluids the more he fingers and scissors your cunt. Those fingers are thick, and even if there are only two of them playing with your sex, they stretch you out good.

“God, you’re soppin’ wet down there…You’re doing so good, darlin’,” His other hand pinches your nipple, and Boothill grins when he senses you clench around him. “You like that, hm? Come on, my pretty, look at me.”

You swear your heart is about to burst, but you do meet his gaze. Boothill grins satisfied, perhaps in a sadist way, before he starts pumping his fingers in and out faster—you double over. He chuckles at your reaction and moves his hand from your sore nipple towards your hip to drag you closer, intent on making you cum on his fingers.

“Yeah, just like that. Give it to me, darlin’. Don’t hold it back.”

For the second time tonight, you comply. He doesn’t stop until you’ve ridden all the waves of your climax. You watch him take his fingers inside his mouth, engulfing them until they’re clean from your release.

While you are still coming down from your climax, Boothill grasps your arm and pulls you in closer until you straddle him. He notices your clumsy movements and guides you to rest against his shoulder. Despite your tiredness, when he slides his cock inside, you move your hips in tandem with his pace.

Boothill offers a reassuring smile before his heated gaze travels towards your chest. Unable to hold back, his lips return there; with the hungry way he ravishes you, it’s difficult for him to not leave some teeth marks, even if a little.

The pleasure’s too much, it turns your thoughts into incoherences, and you allow its rapture. Small whines escape you as you let Boothill jostle your body up and down, holding you. You’re about to cum again, and you can’t even dig your nails into his back to express how good you feel—instead, you grip on his long locks of hair and pull. The ranger lets out a hearty laugh, your action riles him up more. He pounds into you with hasty snaps of his hips, and he cums after you.

[bazpire]

Not the first nor the last thing I'll be in the minority of

the only reason i don’t really fall victim to unrealistic beauty standards is because i’m lazy as FUCK, like i’d love to feel hot and get validated but i am so burnt out and tired all the time i have opted for just accepting ugliness.

[achromatophoric]

Wenclair Week - Day 3: Cursed Lover

In the Addams family armory, a confession is made as two girls gear up.

Enid: *lacing boots* Babe, I already know all about it. One love, all-encompassing, madness or death if not returned—it’s totes fine!

Wednesday: *checking knives* This unfortunately does not concern my family curse.

Enid: *looks up sharply* You have a different curse?

Wednesday: *adjusts bandolier* Quite so. There was an incident with a fairy godmother of the morally corrupt variety. I required her hair.

Enid: *gasps* You did not!

Wednesday: I certainly did. Needless to say, she was less than pleased. Gloves?

Enid: *passes a pair of gloves* So what does this curse even do?

Wednesday: To be concise, it breeds suffering and misfortune whenever I experience a state of venereal rapture.

Enid: *scrunches nose* Venereal? Uh—ew! Next time, please just say orga— Ohmygosh.

Enid: *stifles sudden giggle*

Wednesday: *peers at Enid while adjusting gloves* What is it?

Enid: *blurts out* Wednesday Friday Addams, are you telling me you have WOEGASMS?!

Wednesday: *goes deathly still*

Enid: *triumphant wiggle*

Wednesday:

Wednesday:

Wednesday: *through gritted teeth* Yes, I suppose I am.

Enid: That is SO you, babe! *giggles delightedly*

Wednesday: *sighs*

Enid: *grabs a spear* Okay! I am totes ready to take on today’s horde of giant toad demons.

Wednesday: *flourishes dual machetes* As am I. Let’s go.

The two head for the mansion exit, bristling with weapons and sheathed in protective gear. When they reach the doors, Enid shoots her fiancé a curious look.

Enid: Hey babe, I was wondering. Why did you bring up the curse?

Wednesday: Ah. Well, do you happen to recall when our toad problem first arose?

Enid: Wasn’t it the day after the Wicked-themed Rave’N, senior year?

Wednesday: *subtle smile* Correct. You made for a most ravishing Glinda.

Enid: Thanks to that amazing wig you got me. And your Elphaba? Sexy AF! That dress of yours was absolute fire.

Wednesday: And yet you preferred that dress on our floor, along with yours, my hat, our undergarments…

Enid: *smirks* Yeah, we spent the rest of the night defying gravity, didn’t we?

Wednesday: *fondly* Our very first time. One of my most treasured memories.

Enid: *warm smile* Same.

The tender moment lingers as the two stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, until it is interrupted by a distant croaking noise.

Enid: *blinks*

Enid: But what does that have to do with the toads?

In answer, Wednesday throws open the front doors to reveal the encroaching knot of cow-sized demonic toads and their peculiar cries of—

Tormentoads: Woebbit! Woebbit woebbit! Woebbit Woebbit! Woeb—

Enid: 😧

Enid: *aghast* You’re not seriously telling me…

Wednesday: *steps outside* Indeed. One summoned for every single woegasm you disgorge from my wretched depths.

Enid: 😧

Wednesday: Fret not, mi lobita insaciable. Be proud as you gaze upon the undeniable proof of your carnal talents—

Wednesday: *lips curl in a mad smile*

Wednesday: —and know, with the same immutable certainty of death and taxes, that last night… *glances back at her mate*

Enid: 🫢

Wednesday: Last night you, as you are oft to say, rocked my fucking world.

Still smiling, the twice-cursed seer turns and charges into battle with the reckless abandon and boundless enthusiasm of someone who has recently had their back properly blown out.

Enid: 🤭

🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸 🗡️ 😈 🔪💨

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Hello! I have a request. So... seven months ago, I lost the ability to write the way I used to ever since I found warmth when I fell deeply in love.

Instead of tears sprinkling down to form poetry, it’s only petals being carried by a gentle breeze. Why is it harder to write about joy?

How is it that I know numerous words to describe emotional pain but so few to describe this exuberant feeling which is wonderful and almost unbearable (in a good way)? I'm wondering if you could share some words to help describe all kinds of beautiful and positive feeling? Thank you. I love your blog. :)

Hi, thank you for sharing your joy with me. Perhaps there is no need for poetry in the face of happiness, because perhaps happiness demands to be felt. Perhaps happiness is a jealous lover and it demands our undivided attention. In return for your heartwarming message, here are some words related to beautiful, positive feelings that perhaps may help you rediscover poetry:

Afterglow - a pleasant effect or feeling that lingers after something is done, experienced, or achieved

Ardor - an often restless or transitory warmth of feeling

Beatitude - a state of utmost bliss

Blithesome - gay, merry

Cacoëthes - an insatiable desire

Cupidity - strong desire

Delectation - delight, enjoyment

Eudaemonism - a theory that the highest ethical goal is happiness and personal well-being

Eupeptic - cheerful, optimistic

Exuberant - joyously unrestrained and enthusiastic

Exultant - filled with or expressing great joy or triumph

Felicity - the quality or state of being happy

Fervor - intensity of feeling or expression

Frolicsome - full of gaiety; playful, sportive

Gladsome - giving or showing joy; cheerful

Jocund - marked by or suggestive of high spirits and lively mirthfulness

Joie de vivre - keen or buoyant enjoyment of life

Jollity - the quality or state of being jolly; merriment

Lighthearted - cheerfully optimistic and hopeful; easygoing

Manna - a usually sudden and unexpected source of gratification, pleasure, or gain

Mirth - gladness or gaiety as shown by or accompanied with laughter

Pleasance - a feeling of pleasure; delight

Rapture - an expression or manifestation of ecstasy or passion

Ravish - to overcome with emotion (such as joy or delight)

Rollicking - boisterously carefree, joyful, or high-spirited

Roseate - overly optimistic; viewed favorably

Titillating - pleasantly stimulating or exciting

Torrid - ardent, passionate

Vehement - intensely emotional; impassioned, fervid

Zeal - eagerness and ardent interest in pursuit of something

Hope this helps! If it does, do send me a link to your writing, or tag me. I'd love to read your work.

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[tilly-tilly-2827]

Why so Early?

Reimagining An Offer from a Gentleman #4

Synopsis: Benedict is hungry. Sophie is hungrier. What more is there to say? Or the first time Sophie takes matters into her own hands. Quite literally.

⚠️ SMUT SMUT SMUT? First time writing original smut. Is it smutty enough? Is this even a smut? I really don’t know. But this one is just cute and slutty. Or is it…? I’m spiraling. Hope you enjoy🥰

Post on AO3 from here!

Benedict felt quite dazed, lost in the afterglow of their lovemaking. But he knew he had to go again, with his newlywed wife laid elegantly naked before him, spread across his master bed like a forbidden fruit, ready to be devoured again. Sophie was still breathless and in raptures, not quite recovering from the sweet ecstasy Benedict had brought her to from their climax. But he knew that it wasn’t enough. Still feeling the intense heat of his body, his hands again wandered between her legs, wanting to taste more, ravish more.

More, more. Again Again.

After a rushed wedding and a small reception, Benedict and Sophie had turned straight back to Wiltshire, setting their way to my cottage. To avoid the rumors, he heard other people say, but Benedict was just happy to finally have Sophie all to himself. The last few days, he had hardly time to see her, with his mother and sisters hovering over her, dragging his to-be-wife across London shop after shop.

“Please, there’s no need to spend such fortune on me, Lady Bridgerton,” He heard Sophie whimper so many times as Benedict chuckled over his tea.

“Nonsense,” Violet had reassuringly replied every time. “You are already my daughter, my dear. You must have another dress for the reception. And you must call me Violet���.”

But with the marital vows made(with floods of tears from Sophie, Benedict, Violet, and somehow Anthony) and the wedding cake finished (mostly by Colin), the two finally made their way to Wiltshire (despite angry tears from Hyacinth; how dare you take away my Sophie! I OBJECT to the marriage, Mother…”)The moment the carriage arrived in front of my cottage, Benedict had scooped Sophie off her seat and simply carried to his master bedroom, and settled her against the pillow and the sheets.

“Benedict!!” Sophie giggled as he nuzzled her neck, softly pushing her against the mattress.

“Do you have a problem, dear wife?”

“We have to greet Mrs. And Mr. Crabtree properly…” Her voice changed into a suppressed moan as Benedict nipped the edge of her ears. He slid his hands to her back, gently undoing the knots and the ribbons of her dress.

Buttons are so much easier, Benedict mindlessly thought as he skillfully pulled down her bodice, remembering the first time he had almost taken her down on the ground.

“But we greeted them at the door, my dear.”

“Benedict, I barely saw their faces!”

Satisfied with his handiwork (Sophie was now only in her chemise), he softly cupped her breasts over the thin fabric, his fingers softly teasing the tip of her bosom. He grinned as she mewled and squirmed under his touch, but he knew she still resisted to what would soon overflow.

“But Benedict, it’s disrespectful…”

She tugged his shirt in meaningless defiance, but of course, Benedict guilelessly removed his jacket and cravat; swiftly peeling off his shirt and onto the floor.

“But I’ll be disrespectful toward you, my dear.”

“I don’t feel disrespected at all, Benedict.”

“My dear, dear wife,” He whispered to her in his low seductive voice, which he knew would melt her in a puddle,

“It would be disrespectful to you if I didn’t fulfill my marital duties, is it not?”

It was the first night of their honeymoon, and as a husband should, he ravished her through and through, taking her down from front to back, sinking her into the sheets, sinking himself inside her warmth. With two years’ worth of dreaming in fantasy, of desperate craving, how many times he pounded inside her, it never seemed enough. Sophie was barely keeping up, the overwhelming sensation that fired inside her, the boundless hunger Benedict held was beyond her limits, beyond her imagination.

Although Benedict had taken her several times before the marriage, he had always been the sweet gentle lover, slowly guiding and leading her to pleasure and ecstacy. But in their marital bedroom, Benedict was like a man possessed, almost feral, desperate to mark her as his own. Sophie finally understood the depth of his appetite, the depth of his desire, the depth of his love towards her, and she tried her best to respond to his blazing devotion, but she could not think, or think at all. She could only but clutch tightly around his arms, bearly breathing between gasps and moans.

----------------------------------------------------

“Did I hurt you, Sophie?”

Sophie smiled softly as her husband asked her hesitantly with a slightly guilty look on his face. His fingers softly caressed her cheeks, and Sophie softly nuzzled her cheeks on his hands, enjoying his warmth.

“How could you ever hurt me, dear husband?”

“Did I go too rough on you?”

But Sophie laughed wholeheartedly, placing a small peck on his flushed cheeks.

“It was lovely, Benedict.”

Tired and breathless, but immensely satisfied, Ben softly wrapped his arms around his wife, cuddling her against her body. Finally finding the covers pooled around the foot of the bed, Benedict pulled them over their embraced bodies.

The woman in his dreams finally in his arms. Sophie Beckett, no, Sophie Bridgerton finally inside his embrace. Benedict smiled in contentment as he finally let his back rest against the sheets.

“I love you, Sophie.”

He softly whispered to her, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too Benedict.”

At last, Benedict closed his eyes, feeling happier than he ever did before.

But he also did feel Sophie softly climbing on his thighs. He opened his eyes in surprise, and Benedict saw Sophie softly place her lips on his, timidly tickling the corner of his mouth, slightly hesitant about where it may lead. Benedict smiled softly, happiness bubbling up to him furthermore, enjoying the slightly tottering kisses Sophie was initiating. After all, he had always been the one who was stealing (and sometimes begging for) kisses, and he was pleasantly surprised by Sophie who had been so bashful from the beginning to initiate a kiss. But he was quite sleepy.

It was a perfect sweet kiss, and Benedict slowly closed his eyes, letting his mind wander, thinking how wonderful it is to sleep with the comfortable weight his wife of over his body, her smooth skin laid against his….

“Benedict,”

Benedict jerked awake, slightly lifting himself from the bedsheets as Sophie whispered his name breathlessly in his ear, her fingers softly running through his brow curls. His heart pounded as he saw the continuing flame in Sophie’s deep green eyes when he just managed to crack open his drowsy heavy eyes.

“My sweet, sweet, Benedict.”

Sophie cooed seductively as she put her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss even further. Try what he does to you, the wicked devil in her mind whispered to her. She softly trailed the edge of his lips with her tongue, thoroughly enjoying the sweet taste. Gently nipping his bottom lip with her mouth, her kisses moved from his chin to his jaw, and slowly moved to his neck, softly nuzzling his nape with her lips. Sandalwood and soap, the familiar smell seemed to fuel her fire even more.

Benedict groaned as Sophie placed a small kiss on the edge of his collarbone, her hands softly fondling his nipples. He softly snaked his arms around her waist, gently pushing her closer to him; encouraging her to continue the tender exploration Sophie was doing to his body, but he was, still a little sleepy.

So warm, so beautiful, Sophie thought as she ran her hands across his chiseled body, caressing the strong arms that held her tight, that loved and ravished her with all his might. Slowly, she let her hands wander lower and lower until they reached his thighs. She found herself shamelessly staring at his figure, the place she thought she would never experience in all her life.

I need to wake him up.

Her delicate fingers softly touched the tip of his manhood. His body jerked at her touch and she softly smiled, the power she had over his robust body was empowering, but she had learned from the past hours that this was not enough.

“Benedict”

Benedict could swear he saw her lick her lips ever so slightly as she whispered breathlessly,

“I want you…to get it up.”

Perhaps I have woken up the devil, he thought to himself, as she traced the outline of his length.

“Just once more, my love?”

The pure innocence in her tone, as if a little child were asking for another bite of chocolate. But the view in front of him was far from innocent, but right down erotic. Only white sheets gathered around her hips, Sophie was completely bare before him, glowing and shimmering under the moonlight. With her legs straddled over his thighs, her fingers softly caressing his heat, her face was flushed and breathless, her eyes burning with desire. Her presence alone would drive anyone to insanity; she was his Aphrodite, the goddess of love and lust, beauty and passion.

“Drink to me only with thine eyes,

He found himself uttering those words under his breath, overcome with the sensation and the dreamlike scenery that was spread before his eyes,

“And I will pledge with mine;”

There was a soft smile on Sophie’s lips as she followed his voice. Ever the romantic, she softly thought.

“The thirst that from the soul doth rise

Doth ask a drink divine;”

Gently grinding herself against his thighs, she softly placed a small kiss on his heat. The soft stimulation she left choked him, leaving him panting, and breathless.

“But might I of Jove’s nectar sup,

I would not change for thine.”

“Better than the kings of gods himself ?” Benedict tried to tease her newfound anticipation, trying to make a smirk, but he found himself gritting his teeth in a second, his hand tightly gripping the sheets of his bed as Sophie wrapped his manhood around her hands, slowly stroking his length.

“Sophie, Sophie, Sophie,”

“Flesh stays no further reason but rising at thy name.”

“Sophie, please,”

“Did William Shakespeare compose of deceit?”

He wanted to reply, but he could only groan. The teasing grazings of her thumbs were agonizing, and he tilted his head against the pillow trying to find some kind of relief. She grinned somewhat mischievously.

“So much for men’s carnal lusts and appetites, isn’t it?”

“Please, just wait a moment, Sophie, I just need time to recover, no, I mean I can get it up, but it’s just that men need more time to…”

Benedict moaned as Sophie’s lips again teased his manhood, tenderly tracing his manhood with her tongue. Sophie softly smiled, feeling his hardness return against her lips.

“I need you, Benedict,” Sophie murmured breathlessly against his lips as she took his hand, placing them on her soft breasts, as her hip movements grew more erratic.

“Give me my sin again,”

All at once, Benedict realized that although he was a rather sturdy man, (and women in the past have praised/chastised his physical stamina), his vitality was nothing compared to his beautiful wife before him, who had spent a lifetime in manual labor, working from dawn to dusk.

While he liked to consider himself as a young man of thirty, Sophie was still two-and-twenty, finally letting herself sink in the carnal lust and appetite that Benedict had led her in, the place Sophie had relentlessly rejected and repressed for years. For the most heartbreaking reasons. She was learning the pleasures and the depth of her sexuality, and Benedict was more than welcome to assist. Sophie was finally letting it go, falling apart in front of his eyes.

And luckily, he was fully restored by this point.

Benedict softly placed his hands on her hips, slowly guiding her to his heat, a soft moan escaping from both lips as she sank herself into his arousal. He gently guided her hips forward and backward, leading to her sweet pleasure as Sophie gripped his neck.

“My heart, my body, is ever at your service, Sophie.”

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“I’ve never thought I would want this so much.” Sophie quietly said as she rested her head against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around her body. It was so peaceful and quiet that the moment almost felt ethereal, as she softly traced the lines of his rib cage, and his warm hands gently brushing her dark blond curls.

“By this do you mean my coc…”

“No! No! No! I meant….well, yes, but…”

Benedict chuckled as he planted a soft kiss on her ears that had turned bright red at his tease.

“I’ve…I’ve always been so terrified of it.”

Sophie’s voice was soft, almost like a prayer.

“It always felt so sinful, the ……craving desire I felt toward you. That I was going to drown myself in carnal flames, the sin of bearing another tragedy.”

Benedict tightened his embrace around her body. He knew that her thin ankles, her blistered hands and the remaining scars were a testament to her tragic past, and there was nothing he could do to erase her horrific memory. But he held on to her tight, wanting her to know that he was there by her side, she would never be alone again.

“But being in your arms, I never felt so pure.”

Benedict couldn’t see her face, her forehead nudged on his chest, but he knew she was crying softly, feeling the warm tears against his body. And somehow, his vision was beginning to become blurry as well.

“Sophie, can I ask you something?”

His voice was hesitant, almost apologetic.

“Of course, my love.”

“Why did you let me take you down on the sofa that day? If you were so scared of it?”

Sophie fell into silence, deeply sinking in thought.

Perhaps he should never have asked her that question. Perhaps she was regretting it, and he was the one pushing her to the sin that she feared for her whole life…

“Because I knew that you loved me, you foolish man,”

Sophie looked up at him with the most radiant smile he had ever seen, her moss-green eyes still shimmering with tears,

“And I loved you too,”

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Benedict knew that it was a beautiful morning. Although feeling the soft sunlight pouring through the window against his back, he was not quite ready to open his eyes, wanting to stay in a peaceful slumber for a little while. He yawned and reached out his arms, trying to hold his dear wife in his arms again. He wanted to feel her warmth, and a wicked part of his mind yearned for Sophie to calm the wicked hunger he felt between his legs…

But his hands only felt the coldness of the silk sheets.

Benedict jerked awake, a slight panic taking over all his emotions.

Was it all a dream? The wedding? The cakes? The tears? The lady in Silver? Sophie Beckett? Had he been dreaming the most wonderful dream in his bedroom in my cottage?

Benedict leaped off the bed, grabbing a robe from his bedside. He looked out from the windows to the grounds but there was nobody in sight. The guest bedroom was empty as well, the bed furnished perfectly without a trace of being used, and Benedict felt a feeling of dread become stronger and stronger. The sitting room, the dining room, the library, nowhere he could find his wife, and he could feel his soul slowly descending into madness.

“Mrs. Bridgerton, there is no need for you to be in the kitchen! I’m handling everything perfectly at this moment, without your assistance!”

Mrs. Crabtree’s exasperated cry echoed through the hallway.

Mrs. Bridgerton. Mrs. Bridgerton. Sophie Bridgerton.

Benedict repeated his housekeeper’s voice repeatedly, a sense of relief spreading across his body.

So it isn’t a dream after all.

…But why was she in the kitchen?

Benedict dashed through the hallway to the servant’s halls, the conversation between Mrs. Crabtree and his wife becoming more audible.

“Mrs. Crabtree, please just let me take this..”

“Mrs. Bridgerton, how many times do I have to tell you to go back to your bedroom? You are the lady of the house…”

“Please Mrs.Crabtree, call me Sophie, not Mrs. Bridgerton.”

Judging from the grumbled tone of Mrs. Crabtree, Benedict assumed that the exchange of conversation had been going on for quite a while. As Benedict finally reached the door, he found his wife and Mrs. Crabtree desperately fighting over a tea tray.

“Oh, good morning Benedict!”

Sophie’s smile was so energetically cheerful.

“Mrs. Crabtree had made us such a beautiful breakfast, Benedict. I woke up rather early, so I wanted to be some help to Mrs. Crabtree…”

“I tried to stop her,” Mrs. Crabtree sent an apologetic look at Benedict, “I’ve tried to tell her that she does not need to lift a finger in this household…”

“Mrs. Crabtree.”

Benedict cut Mrs. Crabtree’s voice, completely aware that he was being rather rude. But it was the morning right after his wedding night. Mrs. Crabtree would surely understand, wouldn’t she?

“Might I borrow Mrs. Bridgerton for a while? Better get my wife off your hair for a while, perhaps for a few hours?”

“I see no problem there, Mr. Bridgerton.”

And in that moment Benedict again picked Sophie off her feet, carrying her over his shoulder. Sophie simply shrieked, her view had turned completely upside down.

“Benedict! But the tea! And the eggs! Anf the bacon! I was rather hungry this morning….”

“Newlyweds,” Mrs. Crabree sighed as she listened to the rhythmic thumping and uncomfortable racket above them. But Mr. Crabtree didn’t miss the small smile that crept up on her lips.

#Writer’s Notes

Ben Johnson and William Shakespeare.

I truly love your poems and plays.

You guys are geniuses; the masteries of words.

My writings are trash compared to your most beautiful, exquisite verses.

But I really know you guys were just SLUTS

Respect to the greatest sluts in England.

[aquagirl1978]

Can't Hardly Wait - Ellis Twilight x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

Pairing: Ellis Twilight x Reader

Prompt: event card

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; piv; reader on top; creampie; overstimulation; no pronouns used (good girl is said)

“Come here,” he whispered breathlessly as he laid down on the bed.

It felt like you were floating on air as you approached the bed; before you knew it, you found yourself at the foot of the bed, gazing down at the handsome man sprawled across the sheets. Ellis sat up, a smile spread upon his luscious lips – lips that you so desperately wanted to kiss – as he lifted his hand towards you. Smiling back at him, you reached out your arm, your hand slipping into his.

He  quickly, but gently, tugged on your arm, pulling you down towards the bed, your body slowly falling atop his. Holding your hand, he brought your palm to his cheek; you cupped his cheek, his other hand firm on your hips, your heated core pressing against his body. 

“I need you,” he whispered softly.

Your body writhed against his, eager to feel his heat inside you. His eyes half-lidded with lust, he moved one hand to slide your underwear to the side, his other hand freeing his erection.

“I can't wait,” he groaned as he rubbed his hard cock along your slit, coating his tip with your arousal, a small tease leaving you wanting for more.

Nodding, you wrapped your hand around his hard shaft, moaning as you guided him towards your entrance.

You couldn't wait either. 

Your body shuddered as he slid his cock inside you, a soft groan left your lips, eager to feel him fully inside. His hands returned to your hips, slowly – too slowly – pushing your body down onto his cock inch by pleasurable inch, stretching you as he filled you.

“Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out, his eyes fixed on where your hips were fully flushed against his. Smiling, he returned his gaze to you, staring seductively into your eyes, as he waited for you to adjust to his size.

When you were ready, you rested your palms on his shoulder as your body began rocking against his, your movements slow and shallow. He dug his fingers into your hips, lifting you, then pushing you down onto his cock, his pace gradually increasing.

Your body quickly felt like an inferno, a wildfire blazing, lighting each and every nerve in your body on fire. Your pace quickened even more, Ellis now slamming your body against his, his fingers digging into your skin, your walls squeezing his thick cock on every rough thrust.

You cried out his name, hoping he would grant you your release; as he sat up, your bodies still joined, his cock hitting you deeper than before. You dragged your nails down his back, certain to have left marks, knowing you couldn't hold out much longer like this with his cock kissing your cervix.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he said, his words soft and sultry as he looked right into your eyes.

Not waiting for an answer, he cupped the back of your head with his hand, covering your mouth with his in a deep kiss. His probed open your lips with his tongue, invading your warm mouth until finding your tongue, his thrusts now relentless as he continued to fuck you mercilessly.

Back arched, you broke the kiss, throwing your head back, cries of euphoria filling the air as a fierce orgasm ripped through your body unlike any you've felt before. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you clung to him, your body wracked with rapture and hoping he'd soon join you in this state of bliss.

As if reading your mind, he kissed you again, whispering “not yet,” between kisses enjoying your body squirm as he continued to thrust inside you, holding his release until you were so overstimulated, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Ellis, I….”

“Not yet,” he whispered again. Slowing his pace, he prolonged your painful pleasure for what felt like an eternity.  You fell limp against his body, ravished with pleasure and unable to move, you allowed him to manhandle your body like you were a lifeless doll, lifting you up and slamming your hips against his, forcefully impaling you with his hard cock on every stroke.

Waves crashed again, your body rapturous as euphoria filled you once more. Stars danced in your eyes as you gazed at him blissfully. He gazed back at you, drunk on love, as his body began to tremble, his hands firm on your hips as your walls squeezed him, milking his cocks of every drop.

Ellis fell back on the bed, pulling your body atop his, your bodies still joined, neither one of you wanting to waste even a single drop. He soothed you, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with his finger. You stayed there, embraced in his arms, enjoying the sweet silence. 

Until he gently rolled you off of him, onto your back. Your eyes wide open, he caged you in his arms, his tall figure looming over you, his cock, pressing against your belly, stiffening.

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“It's my turn now to be on top.”

[didurbest]

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Okay wow, thank you very much for all those kind words. Yes I like girls!!

[avocado-writing]

notes: LMFAO HERE WE GO. went hard into the monster fuckin with this one. this request was also done by @youhavesinnedverybigly which you can read here it's very 💕💞💓💗💝💘💖 thank u for requesting @silcosmoke!

pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: E, minors dni

word count: 1.1k

tags: eldritch being biblically accurate angel; use of glitch text

You’re lying flat on your back, pawing up at the soft hair on his chest, and feeling absolutely ravished.

“Aziraphale,” you sigh, letting your tongue caress every syllable. You say it with deference, with rapture, like a prayer dropping from your lips. Aziraphale breathes a heady sigh at the sound of your pleasure and takes the hand you explore him with, bringing it to his face so that he might kiss its palm.

“My love. My darling,” he sighs, thrusting his hips into you a little more sharply. You groan at the feeling of him filling you, the stretch he gives you is always so gorgeous. With a devilish grin you contract your muscles and clench around his thick cock. He moans like he’s being paid by the hour, lost in the tight grip you give him.

“Good lord… you’re so… I’m… I’m…”

Your usually erudite lover becomes laconic when in the throes of lust, something which you take great pride in being the cause of. You assume he means he’s going to come so concentrate on your own orgasm, shutting your eyes and touching yourself. After a couple of moments, when you don’t hear that little sound he makes when he spends, you open them again.

And shriek.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Wh̴a̶t̶'̷s̶ ̸t̴h̴e̸ ̶m̸a̸t̸t̷e̵r̵ ̶m̶y̵ ̷d̵e̴a̷r̸?̷”

The voice doesn’t come from his mouth, because he no longer has one. Aziraphale has, to put it simply, begun to change. His body is no longer the soft, pink, lovely thing you’re used to; he is instead emitting such a bright light that it hurts your eyes if you’re not squinting. There’s no making out any of his features. An angelic lens flare.

“You’re… you’re glowing?!” you manage.

"A̸̓͜m̴̪͝ ̷͈́I̸̖̕?”

Somehow he’s still fucking you, hips rolling as he presses deeper inside. Your body is filled with wave after wave of pleasure as Aziraphale shifts before your eyes, his transformation not stopping his lovemaking. It’s a difficult thing to watch, in fact, you get the sense that if you try to observe it too closely at the very least you’re going to get a terrible migraine, so you turn away.

“M̴̛ͅy̶͕͌ ̶̯̔d̷̹̈a̴̙͒r̶͈̆ļ̵̑i̴̼̍n̶̼͂g̴͕̈,̴̟̀ ̴̤̿Ī̶͎'̵̼̂m̸̘̈́ ̴̗̆ŝ��͇o̶̞͝ ̸̦͂s̴͉͂o̸͙̍r̷̰̈́r̷̟̂ȳ̸̻,̷̧̅ ̶̨̃I̶̢͠'̴̱̕l̴̡̃l̴̨̐ ̵̬͒s̵̝͐t̸͉̍ô̶̡p̶̞̄ ̵͌͜a̷͝ͅṱ̵̀ ̸̖̒o̸̺͋n̸̰͒c̵͈̾ḙ̶̀-̷̬̏-̴͔͐”

“No! No, don’t you dare. Fuck… just… tell me when you’ve finished changing…”

Your body is bathed with a warm, delicious feeling, both outside and in. Your skin feels like you’re being dipped in balmy water, every cell ignited with the feeling of rapture as your angel shifts. Where you can feel him entering you your body shudders as he presses deeper than he ever has before, filling not just your hole but every part of you, gratification swallowing you entirely. You’re aware of the feeling of being lifted into the air, but not by strong arms or a solid back, no, you’re floating.

B̴̜͇̯̼͊̈E̶̫͊̑̿̃ ̵̩̾N̴̩̯͚͉̈̈́̾̑Õ̵̢̰͕͖̎́͝T̸̛͖̳̺͈̽͂͋ ̶̧̹͎͛̄̀͘ͅA̷̛̱̅̓̉F̸̦̔͒Ŕ̴̳̯̪̐͊Ả̷̗͓͎̗͂Ī̴͕͍̠͂͋D̴̮̹̱̣͊̌,̵̨͘ ̸̼̠̬̹̿̍͠͠L̴̨̫̜͖͛̈́̐Ơ̸̡̈̀̽V̵͈͙̹̱́E̸̞̭͐.̶͍̲̆̌̃

You open your eyes when you hear him speak. No, no, hear isn’t the right word, you feel him speak directly into your mind, his voice reverberating around your body like a fucking pinball. You throb as you feel him pull out and push back in, every sense on fire in the best way.

It takes a moment for you to fathom what you’re looking at.

You’re inside him, which is a bit of a mindfuck, because he’s very much still inside you as well. But it’s easier for him because he no longer exactly has a corporeal form. Instead, Aziraphale is a series of concentric, rotating rings, each emblazoned with a thousand eyes. You know they’re your angel’s eyes, because they’re green-blue-brown, shifting in seconds the way they change whenever you’re in different kinds of sunlight. Every single one of them is focussed on you as they turn, looking at you with so much adoration you feel you very well may burst with it.

Outside the sphere in which you float, a dozen white wings beat slowly; feathers fall and turn to stardust as they go, and your body is showered with it. He engulfs you in this form. And yet you are still at his perfect centre, the apple of his eyes.

It’s fucking bizarre. And you’ve never been so turned on in your life.

“Aziraphale,” you gasp, and a hot beautiful light surrounds your body, making you glow before it begins to push at your entrance and fill you even further. You nudge your legs open and make room for the angel to pleasure you properly, your head rolling back, threatening to tip you; but he keeps you perfectly in place. “God, my god. You’re gorgeous.”

A̸̟̬͍̓̔̀͜͝S̵̪͉̄̓̌̊ ̶̳̓̄̿̀Ą̵̤͌̇̚R̵̖̬͛̆̚E̶͔̬̝̿̄̇ ̵̧̞̞̑̕Y̶̬̜̎O̸̧̦̪̙̚U̸̯̣͙͊͆̾͝ͅ,̸̡̞͈͌̇ ̸̧̗͉͒̎M̵̹̆Ȳ̸̭̠̱̑̾ͅ ̴̧̓̑D̶̝̩́̈͊A̸̫̔R̸̖̂L̷͉̆͗I̸̛̟̿̍N̴̠̞͕̖͒G̸̲̘̙̼̑.̵̡͂͆ ̵͎̾̚ͅǪ̷͉̩̓̋ͅH̴͈͚̺̱̉̑,̵̹͆̑ ̸̨̙͘H̵̲̀͛̂Ő̴̺W̸̲͈͎̖͑͋̀̑ ̸̡̭̫͒͝͝Į̶͎̠̱̆̎͂̑ ̸̧̛͉̮̊̋͜L̸̻͔̤̼͑̀Ȍ̴̝͔͙̊̀V̵̺̫̞̈́̈́͌́Ę̶̛̭̞̹̇̋͐ ̴̞̞̏̔̋͠Ỳ̵͇̔̑͜͝Ǒ̶̺̝Ŭ̷̙͕̗͎.̴̣͓̳̊̑͝ ̴̛̝I̶̼̩̊ ̴̟̿̈̎͜ͅŴ̷̛̮͝Ạ̴͚͈̇N̸̪̝̠̻͆̕T̸̺̪̮͒͝ ̷̙̣̓͊̽̽T̶̹͉͍̣̈́O̵̪̐͊͜͜͠ ̸͈̠͇͒K̶̯̉̊̓E̴̱̓͜͝E̷̖̜̥̒̏͝P̶͆̾̈́̕ͅ ̴̡̰͍͊Ý̷͍̳O̶͔͕̓̚͠Ű̵̦̫͍́͗̃ ̷͉́͆̈́̏H̴̰͖̋E̵̢͉͋́̈͊R̶̼̱̎͛E̴̪̩̦͌͐͑̚ ̷͇͓͎̥͒͗̾̓F̷̨̒̐̇Ỏ̶̘͍̞R̷͇̤̼͉̓̈́̍͋Ē̴̥V̷̢̑̍Ẻ̶̞̪̥R̸̡̮̬͓͐̈́̓̄.̴̨̞͚́͐

You feel like you’d let him. You could stay trapped inside your angel ‘til the end of time, for the rest of eternity, however long he wants to keep you there – just so long as he keeps bringing you this pleasure. Every sense drips with it, molasses-thick and saccharine. Your head swims, your hole grips.

“I’m going to come,” you gasp.

C̶̢̛̪͎͚̞̥͊̏͆̇͌O̶̠͎̍̈́̈̐̈́̄M̵̨͎͔̤̈̏̈́͝Ẹ̴̜͇̐̓ ̵̫̳̦͔̘͍̹̑̓̑͊̾͌͘F̷̛̣͉̗̮͕̦̏̀̃̅̆̕͜O̶̧͙͎̖̥̾̍̄́̾̊̚R̵̢̜̘̅̎̇̐̽ ̸̡̛̫̮͔̦͋̈́��̕͝Ḿ̴͚̺͕̱̫̫E̷͍͗̂̇́͒͘̚.̵̡̧̡͎̝̦͑̔͛͜ ̸̛͈͊͂͒̃I̴̥̫̒ͅ ̶͖̹̻͌W̸̲̞̆̀̉̇͘Á̶̝͎̬̰̞̬̈́͛̈́̎̈̓N̵̨̖̳̞̖̪̺̐Ṫ̶̡̪͇̟͚̥̽̚ ̶̛͓̭̖̊͒Ṯ̵̡̨͖͙͇̦̊̌̏̇͗̉͠O̷̞̺̟͆̔́͆̕͝ ̵̡͍̳͍̳͖̎͜F̴̰̑̏̒̽̍̂͝Ȇ̷̝̜̈̓̽̉͐́E̶̢̨̗͖̟̯̽͒̚͘͜͝L̶͚͒̒̀͠ ̸̪̗̥̍͆͠͝Y̸̼͈̤̅̅̌O̸̹̦͑̑͆͘̚ͅÛ̸͎̃̿̇̇ ̸̲̲̼̒̓̈͘R̴͍͎̜̓̋E̷̢͂́͋̉̈̎̕L̵̼̽E̶͇̔̈̈́̓̈́̅̔À̶̪̥͇̠͆̓͘͠͝S̵̥͉̫͖̀̍Ḛ̵̢͈̗̩̇͑̂̔̔͘͝ ̵͇͖͔̗̳̙̑͌̇̕Ą̸͎̭̾͐̂̈Ś̶͕͔̦̥̈͌̽͂͒̏ ̵̢͈̹͘I̴̫̬̜̔̒̉̂̽͜ ̷͖̙̖͚̗̓F̵͇͒̎I̷̼͌̉̈̐̕͘L̶̨̥͉̝͙͊ͅL̴̛͙̂̄̓͒͛̉ ̴̛̗͓͎̭̳̋́̊̈́͗͠Ỳ̷̧̛͎̼͍̩̥̎͘O̴̢͈̮̟̜͌̈́̈̈́͠͠U̵̧͔̺̼̤͕͓̿̈̃͠.̸̛̪͎̺̱͕̼͎́̊͘

You don’t need telling twice. Your orgasm rockets through you, splitting your fucking soul in half, and you drink down every drop of gratification he gives you. He wrings your body out for every drop of satisfaction you can give him. Stars explode behind your eyes and, when he’s in this form, they may very well be real ones, your consciousness elevated into space as your angel gives you your deepest release and follows in kind.

Aziraphale glows so brightly that you have to squeeze your eyes shut so they don’t get hurt. Outside, every bulb within a hundred metres of the bedroom fucking shatters. People screech as little pops of glass scare them but you’re too lost in this moment. Aziraphale comes in stardust, littering your body with his angelic spend, and as you finally catch your breath you find you’ve been gently lowered back onto the bed.

Eventually the euphoria your body is thrumming with calms down and you’re able to open your eyes. Aziraphale is there, in his usual body, lovely and soft and perfect, smiling down at you with such adoration you feel overcome with it. He says your name like a psalm.

“There you are,” he whispers, holding you close. “Are you alright, my darling?”

“Wonderful,” is all you can manage before you kiss him, because it’s true.

if you couldn't read the glitch text:

what's the matter, my dear?

Am I?

My darling, I'm so sorry, I'll stop at once--

BE NOT AFRAID, LOVE.

AS ARE YOU, MY DARLING. OH, HOW I LOVE YOU. I WANT TO KEEP YOU HERE FOREVER.

COME FOR ME. I WANT TO FEEL YOU RELEASE AS I FILL YOU.

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[mrsoharaa]

𝑺𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

cw: MDNI smut, angst, just lost of affections ;-;

a/n; I hate how personal this one got (to me lmfao)

You wanted a clean break.

Something to deter your one-sided feelings from the man who was clearly only attached to one thing and one thing only.

Maintaining the multiverse.

So, how was it that you ended up practically folded firmly amongst your living room carpet, against the very same arms you wanted to part ways with? Feeling the rugged material of your rugs fur bristle and fringe deep into the back of your bare flesh. With your legs perched highly over the strut of his broad shoulders and his heavy weight pinning you down completely with boundless force, you couldn't help the rapturous euphoria of feeling his thriving cock drilling deep into the sweet, molten center of your sopping cunt.

Little held back whimpers and cries strain back down the pathway of your staggering throat, your hazy head drifting off to the side as you avoided the inevitable eye contact with the famished brute taking you whole, without remorse or tender.

And he picks up on that.

Hated that you couldn't look up at him directly into his eyes.

He growls deeply, continued with his ruthless pace but angled his head to meet your avoiding gaze. Uses his left hand to steadily grasp onto your chin and force you to look at him, to meet his hounding, searching gaze.

Deep, ravished irises of dim crimson bore directly into your own. An unwavered glare locks with your hesitant, sorrowed expression. Wallowing and soaking in the inevitable regret and divergence linger in those round, glossed beautiful eyes of yours. Hardly stirs a painful jab in the pit of his contracting gut.

He hates that look.

He hates that you're giving him that look.

He hates that he's making you feel like that.

He hated everything that he had put you through, and yet...here he was, selfishly indulging into his primal, greedy carnal desires. Famishing on the lingering taste of your spiraling demise and conflicted feelings. Projecting his own confined feelings with your own.

His protracted claws dig into the rugged rug beneath you, the ones on your soft plush cheek grazing over the warm flesh. His fangs nipping harshly onto the lush of his bottom lip, thick brows furrowing in with a tight scowl.

God, how he loathed himself for this.

For putting you through this.

All you ever wanted was reassurance and closure with the man, to finally mend to his on going heartache and despair...but yet, there you two were. Entangled with each others illustrious desperation and desire for one another.

A few more rough thrusts into your sore hips, and his fangs find settlement into the damp skin of your bare shoulder. Grumbling a deep, muffled groan as he empties himself deep into the torrid comfort of your snugged cavern swallowing him up.

Your back arches on instinct, nails seeping deep into his flourished coffee kissed flesh as your lips continued to tightly purse together. Holding back the last mantras of blissful moans and withered whines of his name to slip past your lips and waft through his ears.

You didn't want to give him that last bit of pleasure.

One hand that ruffled deep into the soften tresses of deep umber, gently massages through the thick strands. Slowly pulling away from the tickling strands as you plant your falling hand right onto your chest, your closed eyes now gradually peering open to glance over to the frame of your front door and entry way.

Heavy pants and shuffled body limbs stumble through the thicken, tensed air.

The weight of his heavy stature swiftly pulling away from you, laying right beside you for a moment as he stares up onto your ceiling, catching his breath.

You could feel your heart putter frantically against your chest, thick beads of sweat tracing every inch of your heated, stained body.

You blink once, then twice as you finally catch up on your breathing, finally sitting upward to find your clothing. Nothing but the unwanted, neglected silence filling the air around you.

You emit a soft sigh, picking yourself up to your feet with a unbalanced wobble rushing up through your nimble legs, your hands that were filled with your clothes, clinging to your chest closely.

"...You should go, Miguel" you mumble out lowly, turning your back at the quiet, stiffed man already re calibrating his suit back onto his thick body.

Another deathly silence fills the air.

His lowered gaze hesitantly leers over at your smaller figure, peering at the back of your tilted head with a tinge of guilt and anger brewing within his stare.

His lips hardly perches open, but nothing seems to come out.

Rage consumes his entirety, faint of guilt and regret bubbles through his blood.

He watches your limbs stifle, head hardly noting his presence nearly a few feet away from you.

"...I hope you find happiness wherever you go...cariño" he mumbles out hardly above a murmur, before opening a portal in your living room and stepping through it. Leaving you to drop to your knees and bawl your teary eyes out, feeling your entire soul crumble immensely to the lingering tone of his voice.

[quaintobsessions]

Rapture

Nitrogen narcosis, ravishment of abyss and summit -

telling yourself to keep breathing

when each inhalation further steals your mind away.

I'm euphoric coming down from mountains dangerous to scale;

gripped by visions surging swiftly from the ocean plunge of heedless joy.

Chemicals ring choirs chanting in my ears

unspoken words set to unreal music.

I rise faster.

keep breathing

I break the surface, throw off my oxygen mask,

laughing,

not caring, for once, if death or madness are near.

[vilsoo]

୨⎯ 𝐆𝐎𝐃’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 † PROLOGUE. ⎯୧

incubus!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

꒰ ✟ ꒱ GENRE: horror, demon au, nsfw 18+, porn with plot.

꒰ ✟ ꒱ SUMMARY: Sex demons are not as provocative as you think they are. Not only do they engage in sexual acts with humans, they thrive off their flesh and haunt them in their nightmares. When an incubus disguised as a Reverend turns a hungry eye on one of the parishioners, gruesome events at the cathedral slowly unfold; blasphemy, gore, and terror...

꒰ ✟ ꒱ CHAPTER WARNINGS: violence, blood, death, WC: 1,401

GSW MASTERLIST • NEXT CHAPTER

NOTES. this series is currently being revamped and i hope you all enjoy <33 if you want to be tagged for new updates on here, the taglist is now available in the gsw masterlist !!

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"May I have this dance?" The man's silvery voice echoed.

The layers of the woman's extravagant ballgown billowed and rippled ever so graceful, ever so modest, the revering gleam in her eyes crawling under his skin with beautiful intensity. It was no mistake that she saw him before he saw her that night with such feigned enticement for him, her stunning silhouette of the night enchanting his mind with the need to uncover her mystery.

He found her alone on the balcony overlooking the ballroom, the daffodil-colored flames of the crystal chandeliers adorning to her ballgown. Alone in the grand golden halls with colossal stone pillars and a polished luxurious floor, watching the people of the grandeur waltz in perfect harmony.

The man in his dark, embroidered suit held his arm out in wait of her response. She tilts her head at him coquettishly and scrutinizes his features. Every movement of her body was so elegant to him, so serene. "You may," she tells him, the softest mutter of a fragile prayer. Her hand hooks onto his arm, sauntering down the grand stairs with no sign of reluctance.

The man then held her hand as she walked through the night like passion's grace, locking her pure and slothful eyes onto his as they faced each other on the polished dance floor. The orchestra's vibrations and whimsical notes hung in the air, attaching strings of gold onto the joints of the dancers and controlling them marionettes. The two bow to each other before he offers his hand for her again, the silk of her gloves intertwining with his.

They swirled on the dance floor like ocean currents and waltzed in a beautiful rhythm. "You look ravishing, my dearest," he spoke sweetly to the woman. He would pull her closer by the waist, her gracious ballgown beneath, and a wide smile stretched across her face.

Her laugh was as sweet as a deadly sin.

The woman's eyes never left on him, her fingers sliding up his arms with the coldest calculation and a wanton purpose. It felt like wrapping him into a spell, crawling into his skin slowly, and slipping him into a trance with her. Her wild ecstasy was filling her, an insatiable hunger and frenzy slowly growing to its peak. Together, they were raptured into their own little fairy tale.

A dark and twisted little fairy tale.

The two conversed after their waltz, roaming freely in the luxe halls and speaking passionately until the echoes of the party turned faint. Oh, how he didn't know about the bloodlust and rapacious desire boiling erratically in the woman. He doesn't know who she really is, what was really behind that tempting smile full of lies. Taking his hand, she took him far away from the vicinity and outside under the pale moonlight, the sound of gravel crunching in their path.

Dragged into the forest, surrounded by the wicked silhouettes of naked tree branches shaped like lightning bolts, and the moon barely illuminating their faces. The two were nearby a lake. He can hear the ravens and crows cawing among the trees as they fled across the sky, camouflaging with the darkness.

"Where have you taken me?" he asks, completely oblivious of her doings.

She inches closer and holds onto his face in feigned comfort, feeling the beating of his heart that was soon to disappear.

"Somewhere more private."

This was the night. The night the devil herself had come up to earth. An incarnate of darkness, corrupting the fate of men and their pure souls. A young lady so graceful now murderous and fuming with her beautiful prey.

She distracts him with a slow kiss. Nothing could hold her, nothing could stop her, for her insatiable lust for flesh and blood and human terror kept raging. Ravens, crows, and vultures crowded around, perched on tree branches as they watched. Their kiss drowns deeper, the slickness of her tongue moving against his. A wonderful and soft kiss he settled in, blossoming this ravenous desire.

But when the man's eyes slowly peaked open, and the moon was not illuminating of brilliant silver beams, he realized that he would never see the color red the same again.

"Do you see that?" he whispers in alarm, arching his neck at the sky.

"See what?" The woman whirls around to raise her head at the sky, the dark clouds and the moon appearing to be red.

He scanned the setting. Black birds and bats started flying over them, cawing loudly and scattering uncontrollably.

"What are they doing?"

The woman kept her head up high, still holding onto his neck and feeling the anticipation cascade over her brilliantly. A sinister smirk slowly crept at the edge of her lips, hands moving to his chest.

"They're waiting, my dearest."

The woman suddenly shoves him onto the grass, immediately straddling him and ruling over him with tremulous, raw kisses of hunger. Though the man was lost, he was still under her spell. Blood and fire-stained eyes turning a yellow sapphire, the tongue of a serpent and a champion born of bloodlust. Her hand was palming the hard bulge in his slacks, emitting soft sighs from the man.

"Are you scared?" she whispers tenderly, her fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair.

The man shook his head meekly at her. He can feel her shapely curves and take in that addictive aroma, beautiful as the red moon. Lust and longing fill the air as she drew away from his lips and licked her owns.

"That’s too bad. I need you frightened."

Suddenly, her mouth stretches open— so wide, so horrifying, that the man could not believe his own eyes. A succubus personified, one of the deadliest creatures of the night that prey and reap on the lives of innocents. Made to taste like honey and cream, born to obsess your thoughts. He screams, he shrieks, scurrying to stand on his feet, but stumbled when he clawed at his neck.

She laughs hysterically at the man's struggling protests. Puddles of crimson and patterns of clotted blood coat on the grass and soaked his ivory suit. He struggled to fight every rough, jagged bite and puncture of her claws she projected on him, but his strength staggered. The birds were cawing loudly. It didn't take long until his body grew numb, a sign that his life was fading away greatly. Her chin, teeth, and lips were dyed in his splattered blood, a bittersweet flavor on her tongue that drove her libido extremely crazy.

From there she continued to eat his flesh, leaving room for the vultures and other carnivores. She ripped him from limb to limb, muscle to muscle, organ to organ, most signs of beautiful flesh, until his bones were licked clean.

She stared into the sky, the moonshine fading back to silver. Her beautiful ballgown was decorated with his blood, splattered on her cleavage and neck. Evil, fear, and terror— the woman's divine embodiment and embrace. She had a crimson smile extended, fulfilled and satisfied of her wildest, yet primal need.

The deadliest, macabre, and horrifying succubus ever alive; the Sinistress. Incapable of love, incapable of possessing a heart. The root of all evil herself. On the 666th day when civilization on Earth started developing, she was born in Hell from people's fear of sin. With such tremendous and terrorizing powers as a sex demon that feeds off sin and flesh and sexual energy, she continued to scorch the Earth forever, keeping herself young and beautiful, yet sultry and deadly.

For centuries, the Sinistress would linger in the dreams of sinful people throughout her years, mutating them into night terrors and allowing a gateway for other incubi and succubi from Hell to feed off their sexual energy. And once these victims figured that the Sinistress can disguise herself as a mortal, her presence was haunted down for centuries, where the innocent women in town who were accused as witches were targeted and burned at the stake.

Never has she been caught, until, a sneaky priest ordained as an exorcist that has been targeting that succubus for years trapped her soul in a place where she cannot harm others for eternity; the Malevolent Shrine. The nightmares faded, and the innocent were able to work peacefully with no gruesome disturbance in town.

But it wasn't until another human discovered how to unbind her.

VILSOO/POISEUNS © 2023. originally published April 10, 2021. please do not steal, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works outside tumblr.

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[lotus-pear]

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Imagine being 17 that’s so cringe /j

Anyway here’s ur present from me

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[thewordypeach]

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden Fruit (Flesh Without Blood)

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader, Tommy Miller x fem!reader word count: 3.1k warnings: 18+, NSFW!!, smut, no use of y/n, incest (stepsibling!!), threesome, oral (f and m receiving), unprotected penetration x2, anal, double penetration, dirty talk, creampiessss summary: You dreamed of being in their orbit, and now, you're the sun, and they're planets. author's note: as requested, a sequel to Flesh without Blood! i hope you enjoy. i have some other stories in the works, so keep an eye out for those! xoxo the wordy peach &lt;3

The door to the apartment opens, and two familiar voices flood the small space. Naked and ready, you call out, “I’m in here!”

You’ve been waiting all afternoon for Joel and Tommy, pussy hungry, aching from the lack of attention. Your brothers walk into the room, and their reaction to the scene before them makes you vibrate with anticipation.

As they peer at you, their exhaustion dissipates, elation replacing it. You blush as they devour your naked, willing body. A sheepish smile flickers across your face, eyes shifting between them as you meekly ask, “Who is going to take me first?” 

They glance at each other, and their lips slowly curve into a grin. You wait, feeling downright nervous. You’re worried that they will reject you - but thankfully, Tommy answers, “We were thinking both of us….”

Anticipation floods your core, and excitedly, you gaze at them. After that fateful night, all you wanted was for them to fuck you simultaneously; you didn’t care how. You just wanted both of their cocks inside you -

 “At the same time?” Your question comes out in a rush.

Tommy gives a quick nod, confirming, “At the same time,” 

Immediately, your body begins to squirm. You can’t hold back the excitement. You’ve been very keen on this fantasy, but Tommy and Joel have hesitantly resisted it. You think it’s absurd; they’ve already shared your hole once before - Joel literally fucked your used pussy directly after Tommy came inside. So, what’s a little double penetration? 

“What changed your mind?” You move to the bed, lying down on it. Tommy watches your tits bounce, noting how your nipples are perky and alert. Joel is busy looking at your thighs, waiting to catch a glimpse of your slit; he’s disappointed when your legs clamp shut as if you’re shy about it. 

“We wanted to show you how much we love you, Nic….” Joel finally speaks up, his voice gruff and low. You watch as he moves to one side of the mattress, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Tommy going to the other side. They both sit down, the bed dipping down in the process. In tandem, their hands move to touch you. Tommy immediately fondles your chest, kneading the pillows of flesh; Joel’s hand races down to your naked thigh, spreading it open. 

Your heart pounds at their calloused hands, giving you dual pleasure, and you try to differentiate between their touches for a moment: Joel’s touch is soft, and Tommy’s touch is rough. You love both. Each touch brings out a different feeling, and your body floods with arousal, pussy mounting with wetness, ready to be ravished. Joel's palm is at your thigh, his fingers trailing over the sensitive skin before finally ghosting over your slit, making you shudder. 

It glistens in the light, and Joel licks his lips. He looks like he’s starving. You eye him as he teases the exterior, circling your juices around your slickness and thumbing your clit. Joel shifts his body to lie between your thighs, and once settled, his mouth seals over your pussy. 

“Oh, shit,” You moan, head tilting back, watching as his strong jaw works to lap up every ounce of your sweet nectar that drips out of your tight hole. Suddenly, your attention turns from Joel to Tommy, who suckles at your tits and squeezes them repeatedly. The warmth of their mouths on your most sensitive parts is almost too much to bear, and you are quickly raptured into a state of pure ecstasy. 

You run a hand through the hair of both, breathlessly giggling, “This is quite the sight….” Your brothers only grunt in response, too busy for a proper answer. It makes your stomach flutter from being the center of their attention; it’s all you’ve ever wanted. You dreamed of being in their orbit, and now, you’re the sun, and they’re planets. 

Your chest heaves and your hips buck forward, desperate for Joel to give you more. His dexterous tongue drives you wild, but you want his skillful fingers inside. You squirm underneath Joel, trying to get his attention, when finally Tommy stops what he’s doing and barks at his brother, “Joel, just finger her already,” 

And Joel, the one who hates taking orders, obeys. His thick digit circles your hole, and he slides it in - past his knuckle - and you take it so well that Joel adds a second. You gasp at the intrusion as your muscles reluctantly stretch around his appendages. Joel’s tongue cruises delightfully up your folds, parting them to massage your pulsating clit. A growing pleasure mounts your body, and you’re writhing beneath your brothers, desperate for the release. 

“Are you gonna cum on Joel’s face?” Tommy asks, lifting his head to yours and pressing his nose into your cheek. He peppers kisses along your jaw to your ear, nibbling the lobe and dodging his tongue inside. Your teeth sink into your lower lip, concentrating on the sensation radiating between your thighs. 

Tommy hums, “Hmm? Tell me, Nic - is Joel gonna make you cum?” 

“Ye-yeah,” You nod, grinding into Joel’s face as his tongue and fingers coax your body to the edge. Your hand threads itself through your older brother’s hair, tugging it as he continues his relentless assault. You tell Tommy, “Joel’s gonna make me cum,” 

“Cum for him,” Tommy orders as he wraps his fingers around your neck, applying the slightest pressure, “Cum for Joel -”

You love this side of Tommy. Hearing him be assertive and controlling triggers something feral, and those sweet, sinful nothings have you climaxing; it’s the type that seizes your body and have you clenching your teeth and eyes screwing shut as you call out, “Fuckkkk - mmm cumming!”

Your pussy convulses, walls clenching around your brother’s fingers, drenching them. Your hips rise off the bed, and Joel’s mouth remains attached, continuing to nudge your clit over and over. You shudder, gulping down air, filling your greedy lungs as your body floats back down to earth. 

“Mmm, good girl,” Tommy hums, removing his hand from your throat. A tingle shoots through your body from his compliment, and your eyes snap open, watching him unzip his pants and pull his cock out. The sight of it makes you salivate. 

Tommy asks, “Wanna taste your brother’s cock?” He already knows the answer. He can see it in your face and how your eyes are glued to his length. He steps forward, and your mouth opens, feeling his thickness push past your lips until your mouth has sheathed him. Your tongue swirls over his bulbous crown, making him groan. He holds your hair away from your face, still unbelieving that he gets to experience his sister’s mouth.

“Fucking love this filthy mouth of yours, Nic,” Tommy’s approval is encouraging and spurs you on, and your tongue keenly slides over the smooth, taut skin, pussy swelling at the memory of him filling you up with his seed. Hearing Tommy grunt and groan, mixing with the sounds of you sputtering around his cock has Joel grinding into the mattress below. His cock, unbelievably hard, strains against his jeans and begs for release. 

So, reluctantly, Joel removes his mouth from your pussy. You don’t seem to notice, instead focusing on your other brother’s cock. Joel quickly undresses and returns to place his body between your thighs, nudging them open and splaying them apart. He glides the tip of his cock up and down your folds, juices coating it.

You feel Joel pushing his cock into your entrance, and you groan, mouth full of Tommy’s cock, as your tight hole opens just enough to let Joel in. At first, your velvet channel is resistant; inch by inch, Joel sinks in until you have swallowed him entirely. You mewl, realizing you have both of your brother’s cock inside. But not in the way you pictured -

“Shit, Nicky….” Joel slowly rolls his hips back, and with each word, he thrusts, growling, “So. Fucking. Tight.” You sputter around Tommy’s cock; your pussy is so full, so stretched, but it’s not nearly enough. You want more. You need Tommy’s cock inside there too. 

Hand still pumping Tommy’s shaft, you pull your mouth off and ask: “Joel, is this room for Tommy?”

Your question catches off both of your brothers, who glance at each other before looking at you. You have this innocent, insatiable expression written across your face - you wait, a single eyebrow raised. You’ve rendered them speechless.

“Uh, what do you mean, Nic?” Joel asks his cock still inside.

“I mean, I want you and Tommy inside -” You suck in a breath before huffing out, “The same hole,”

“Holy fuck, Nic….” Tommy mutters, running a hand over his face and stalling as he tries to wrap his head around the suggestion, “You’re fucking nasty,”

You don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult, but regardless, your cheeks redden, murmuring, “I know….mm’sorry -”

Joel swoops down, capturing your face with his hands, peering at you with his limpid brown eyes, “No need to be sorry, darlin’...”

“Joel, are you seriously considering it?” Tommy asks, incredulous. Despite his uncertainty, Tommy’s cock remains hard, which tells you the double penetration doesn’t entirely turn him off.

Joel looks at his brother and shrugs, admitting, “I’ll try anything once. You know this, Tommy,”

Meanwhile, you’re laying there, velvet walls still wrapped around Joel’s cock, waiting. You don’t want to push Tommy into something if he’s uncomfortable, and you think of a compromise. “What if you fuck my ass instead, Tommy?”

Tommy groans, and you feel his shaft quiver in your hand - he liked that suggestion. Slowly, you start to move your hand, jerking his cock again. His eyes shut close, pausing to think. As your hand squeezes his thick crown, he shudders, “Yeah… yeah, I’ll fuck your ass,” 

You waste no time, keen to capitalize on your fantasy. Of course, you’re nervous. You’ve never had anal sex, but you trust Tommy and Joel. You feel safe with them, and you know that if it’s going to be anyone, you rather it be one of them - 

“Joel, lay down,” You instruct. Joel listens, positioning himself underneath your body. His hands quickly find your hips as you settle in his lap. Joel sees and feels your exhilaration, watching you shift down, pressing your chest into his and raising your ass - meanwhile, your eyes are on Tommy, who is shuffling onto the bed.

As Tommy pumps his cock, his stomach flutters. He feels jittery as a rush of adrenaline whooshes through him. Eagerly, you wiggle your hips, giggling. Joel hasn’t seen you like this in years, nor has Tommy. An inexplicable force drives Joel to grab your face and kiss you with such passion that you feel it in your core. Joel’s tongue meets yours, intertwining as Tommy’s face dips down, and you feel his big hands smoothing over your cheeks before his mouth closes in on your sensitive asshole. You gasp, body tensing. 

“Relax, Nic,” Joel whispers between kisses, “Or else his dick won’t fit,”

You nod, closing your eyes as Tommy preps your puckered knot by moving a finger and swirling his spit and your pussy juices around it. The sensation sends a jolt of bliss through your body and leaves you wanting more, and Tommy does just that. He gently pushes the tip of his finger inside, commenting, “How does it feel, Nic?”

You moan, confessing, “Good,”

But your body is still hesitant, and Joel can tell. He encourages, “Take a deep breath,” you listen, filling your lungs with a long and deep inhale before exhaling slowly. During your tantric breathing, Tommy can slip his entire finger in, causing you to hiss in surprise. 

“How’s our girl doing, Joel?” Tommy asks as he stops, letting you get used to his finger being in a taboo body part. Joel looks at your strained face and notes how you are biting your lip and how your eyes are still shuttered close.

“Add another finger, Tommy,” Joel instructs, and with that, Tommy adds a second finger. Your eyes spring open as a slight squeal escapes from your mouth. Once more, Joel is instructing you to relax, his voice more demanding than before. He’s enjoying your expression of discomfort, and he swears his cock is getting harder because of your pain - after all, you are the dirty slut who wanted this. You wanted Tommy’s cock inside your ass, and you’ll get fucking it.

The room has filled with your laboured breathing, and soon enough, your hips are rocking backward to meet Tommy’s pistoning fingers. You’re moaning and groaning as your brother stretches your asshole. Meanwhile, Joel is becoming impatient, and his cock is aching for release. He wants to fill your cunt with his seed - 

“Tommy, I think she’s ready,” Joel says, continuing to talk about you as if you’re not even in the same room. It’s as if Joel has reduced you to a mere object, and it only adds to the fire already burning in your core. 

Tommy nods, withdrawing his fingers, leaving you feeling empty, but it’s quickly forgotten about because Tommy is there again, this time pressing the head of his cock against your taboo entrance. You hear him spit and feel his homemade lubricant dripping down before Tommy starts to ease himself inside. The pressure relents and opens just enough to let his cock through.

Your jaw slackens, and your mouth gapes open. It’s a pain mixed with pleasure. It’s the feeling of being full yet yearning for more. Your breathing, still laboured, comes out sharp and tight. 

“Relax,” Joel reminds you. He’s holding your hips, trying to pry them apart more than they already are. Meanwhile, Tommy’s hands knead your plump mounds of flesh, spreading your cheeks apart. Your brothers are practically ripping you in half. And, of course, you love every damn second of it. 

“Mmm, you like this, Nic?” Tommy grunts, “You like my cock in your ass?” he doesn’t wait for your answer and plunders forward, stuffing the first couple of inches of his cock inside. The feeling is indescribable. 

“Oh, Tommy, I love it,” You whine, despite the soreness surging through your body. Joel writhes beneath you, jutting his hips upward. He needs to be inside you now, and he reaches down to hold his cock up. Joel waits, and the next time your hips sink, the head of his cock slides into your molten wetness. Your head tosses back, and you cry out. 

The pain is sharp and punches through your core. It’s official. Your pussy and ass have been claimed by your brothers, and now both of their cocks are being sheathed by your holes, separated only by a thin veil of skin - forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet. 

You feel their thick cocks ribbing their way inside your holes. You swear you can feel every ridge and vein as they move in tandem. You feel so full, so complete. The sensation is otherworldly, and hearing Tommy and Joel grunt together is simply exquisite. 

“Fuck, Nic,” Tommy hisses, “You like being filled by your brothers’ cocks?”

“I do, I fucking do,” You moan, pressing your hands into Joel’s chest, fingers gripping his bulky chest muscles as you struggle to remain composed because each time Tommy slams into your ass, it sends your pussy up Joel’s cock. It’s a rhythm you have no control over, and all you know is that it’s building you toward a very powerful orgasm -

The three of you are breathing heavily, moaning, and coiling together in an act so sinful that neither of you can believe it’s happening. Joel is losing himself in the winding bliss, knowing he won’t last much longer as he undulates his hips to match his brother’s thrusts. It’s a position Joel never thought he’d be in, and he enjoys it. Maybe a bit too much. 

Tommy’s eyes are screwed shut, and his hands grip your ass so tight it’s sure to leave bruises on your peachy flesh. He feels the tension in his balls tightening, and he wants to slow down to prolong the threesome, but Tommy can’t. Something inside yearns for the release, so much so that it practically burns him from the inside out. Tommy tosses his head back, throat bobbing, licking his lips, “Fuck, Nicky - I’m gonna cum,”

“Cum in my ass, Tommy,” You reply, noting how Tommy’s tempo quickens. The speed at which your brother drives his cock in and out of your forbidden hole produces a feral cry that sounds deep in your core.

“Joel,” You pant, eyes fluttering down to the brother beneath you, “Are you gonna cum in my pussy?”

His eyes are screwed shut, and a look of concentration flickering across his face. Joel nods, grunting in response because words evade him. He can’t think; he can’t speak. He can only chase the thrill of his sick kink of filling his sister up to the brim with his spunk.

“Cum in my pussy,” You encourage, watching Joel’s face redden at the request. You repeat, “Cum in my pussy, Joel,” Your words push him off the edge, and he’s shoving his hips into yours, cock surging with cum that floods your warm, velvety hole. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” is all Joel can say. His chest is heaving as his orgasm punches through his core, sending yet another blast of cum into you. Tommy is next, having lasted a few seconds longer than Joel, and you feel Tommy’s cock turns rigid, and his moans turn into primal sounds of his release.

As Tommy shoots his load deep in your ass, your climax peaks, and heat sears through your body. You cry out as an orgasm rips through your body, tearing you apart. Pleasure surges, assaulting your senses. Your pussy and ass violently clamp down on your brothers’ cocks, milking the leftovers. The ecstasy is overwhelming and neverending, and you can’t help but collapse into Joel’s chest, body completely spent.