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Pomegranate Seeds

Summary- A retelling of the abduction of Persephone.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Hades and Persephone AU. Star-crossed lovers vibes. Uncle/niece incest. Making out. Angst. Fluff. Titty sucking. Handjob. Cunnilingus. Vaginal fingering. Soft smut. Mild praise kink. Mildly OOC Aemond.

Author's Notes- Yeah I was a Percy Jackson/Greek mythology kid, thank you for noticing. I'm still playing incredibly fast and loose with the mythology tho so we're gonna have to make our peace with that. This is a beast btw, it's like 9.6K and you can find the rest on AO3 with the link below :)

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It is moments like these, she thinks, that she loves most.

Alone in the meadow, surrounded by wildflowers, the babbling of the creek as it flows over the rocks. Everything green with the exception of the purple, white, and yellow flowerheads but lush and everbearing and alive, the sun little more than a hazy warm glow, not yet hot enough to be overbearing. It is peaceful here, so much more than she is used to. She had come to an agreement with her step sisters, Baela and Rhaena, that they allow her a few hours on her own in this meadow, undisturbed by anyone else. Though her mother much preferred to that she remain alongside her sisters whenever she is out of sight, she, Baela, and Rhaena had come to an agreement that what her mother didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. And besides, they were never too far away from her. Being water nymphs, they could be by her side in less than a moment if she really needed them, so long as she doe does not stray too far from the river. And she has never been more grateful for it than she is right now.

Stretching her arms high above her head, she stretches out along the grass, enjoying the feeling of every blade of grass, the sweet smell of the blooms wafting on the breeze. Admittedly, this meadow had not been quite so plentiful when they had found it, following along the winding river, but she is the goddess of spring. Flowers bloom at her word and sun shines with her will. It had not been too difficult to turn this meadow into her own personal paradise, away from the chaos often wrought by her mother and brothers and stepfather.

There is a sudden change in the wind that causes her to sit up. Colder than it had been before, something more akin to winter than spring. The ground seems to rumble beneath her, shaking as if the sudden cold has sent it to shiver. Curiously, she turns her head toward the tree line, where the birches and willows keep the meadow shielded from view, only to find a man standing among them. Dressed in all black- breeches, cloak, and the shred of his tunic she can see beneath it- his platinum hair is almost jarring in contrast. He is not a big man, long and lithe, but there is an air to him that feels dangerous, dangerous enough to give her pause. He has not noticed her yet, face turned away, but she can see the long, stern plains of his face from where she sits, looking incredibly serious. That seriousness is only exacerbated by the dark leather eyepatch covering the eye closest to her, a deep red scar carved beneath it.

She does not think she has ever seen anyone here before, not outside of Baela, Rhaena, and herself, and his presence here is almost incongruous. Still, there is an air about him, one that makes it clear that he is a god just as she is, and that alone should make his surprise appearance less shocking.

“Hello.”

The sound of her voice seems to catch him off guard. Quickly, he turns toward her, shoulders tense, but they relax when he takes her in. She cannot imagine that she is intimidating, sitting flat in the grass all alone. “Hello.”

But it is that reminder of the grass that brings her pause. What is this man doing here? Where had he come from? It is not as if this meadow is easy to find, hidden amongst the trees as it is. She feels her brows furrow, head cocking in question. “How did you find this place?”

She had not put a glamour over this meadow, but she did not feel she had too. The forest, though light and airy, was a labyrinth of trees that seemed deterrent enough to keep any unwanted guests away. They were incredibly difficult to find your way through and she had been convinced it would be impossible to try- for God or mortal.

Near impossible, it seemed then.

His eye darts back to the treeline, taking half a step back. “If I am intruding, I can leave.”

“No.” She says it far too quickly and she can see the way his eyebrows raise in response to it, but she can’t find it in her to be ashamed. She is intrigued by this man, more so than she likely should be, and finds she wants to know more. To learn how he came to find this place. “Just because this place is unknown does not mean it is mine alone. You may stay. Beauty like this should be enjoyed.”

“Wise words,” he agrees, coming toward her. He hesitates at the end, torn on whether or not to truly join her, but it seems courtesy wins out as he lowers himself to the ground, joining her amongst the flowers. He looks entirely out of place, black against the blooms, but she says nothing, keeping her observation to herself.

They sit in absolute silence but she does not mind. He sits stiffly, as if uncomfortable, while she continues to take in all that is around her. From here, she can see the way the willows sway with the wind, the white puffy clouds floating by in the soft blue sky.

“I did not mean to,” he says. She looks at him, head tilted once again. “To find this place. It was not my intention. Though I admit I have never seen anything quite like it.”

She smiles, though he could not possibly know that he had complimented her. “It is a rare thing.”

“It feels almost as if it were from a painting,” he adds, looking around the meadow to take it in further.

She joins him in it, finding no shame in admiring her own work. It is a pretty place, though that had always been her intention. Olympus was beautiful in and of itself, but it was stark in that way. Ethereal and otherworldly, but cosmopolitan. Bright white marble, painted statues, stained glass. Everything beautiful, to be sure, but not in the untamed way that she seemed to crave. She preferred the beauty that was found in nature, in heavy branches filled with green leaves, tall grasses and wildflowers and crystalline waters.

“Do you know much about art?” she asks to fill the silence.

He seems caught off guard again from her question, but answers it anyway. “Not as much as I would like, but I can appreciate the beauty in something as well as any man. Though do not tell anyone. It would ruin my reputation.”

She laughs. “You needn’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. Which periods do you prefer?”

They talk for hours, the conversation unfurling as naturally as a bird’s wing. Art, history, philosophy. There is no subject they do not indulge in. He becomes less awkward with time as he grows more comfortable around her and she almost pulls a laugh from him not once, but twice. It seems quite the feat, for a man as serious as this one seems to be, though she does not let her pride get the better of her. When she asks him how she managed to find her well kept secret, he had simply said that one always finds the best things when you are not looking for them. A non answer, but that was alright. She was sure she could coax the answer from him eventually.

“Forgive me, I never asked you your name,” she says after what must have been hours, half appalled by her lack of manners.

He does not seem to mind, a good natured half smile making its way onto his face. “My friends call me Aemond. You may as well.”

It is not uncommon, for Gods to prefer more earthly names. She is often the same. There is power within a name and for such an innocent encounter, she does not feel the need to have him call her Persephone or Kore or any of those that strike some rumination of power and fear. So she gives him her common name, the one she feels is more true to who she is, and he smiles in response to it, repeating it back to her as if to test it. She likes the way it sounds when he says it, the way each letter seems to roll off him tongue, and somehow hearing him say the word alone is enough to make her flush.

She turns her head to hide it and only then notices that the sun has dipped below the trees, leaving the sky a hazy orange. Her mother will be expecting her home soon and there is no telling how poorly she will react if Rhaena and Baela return home without her. She doesn’t doubt that Rhaenyra will send her great serpent Syrax after her should she be even a moment late.

“I have to go,” she says, unable to keep the apologetic tone from her voice.

Reluctantly, she stands, brushing the dirt from her skirts. His lips had parted at her announcement, but now he ducks his head in an understanding nod. She smiles at him, not truly wanting to go yet, and makes her way toward the creek to call upon her sisters to come and fetch her. She does not make it two steps before he is calling after her.

“Can I see you again?”

She turns back to look at him. The insecurity on his face does not seem to match his features, looking almost out of place there. Still, she finds it entirely endearing and she realizes that she would absolutely like to see him again.

“Yes,” she agrees softly.

“Tomorrow?”

She does not bother to fight the smile itching its way onto her face. “Yes.”

He matches her smile then before standing. He comes forward and takes her hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips and placing a chaste kiss there. “Then I shall see you on the morrow, my lady.”

She can do nothing but hope he does not notice how hot her face has become.

“On the morrow.”

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Devil Inside

Outpost!Michael Langdon x Female Reader

Michael’s father had been ignoring him for weeks, so in a fit of rage he decides he'll wait on him no longer. He'll bring forth his new world now, starting with you.

Warnings: lots of blood, a tiny bit about Michael's ritual, breeding kink, choking, a tiny bit of scratching, mentions of daddy kink but not rly? idk, gagging with fingers, oral (female receiving), Michael uses his powers on the reader, and just bcs i'm a freaky bitch, Michael whips out his demon face again.

Notes: This is just porn without plot. I started writing this so long ago! Literally like I wrote the entire first half of it on the summer solstice and then didn't touch it again until tonight ?? like ok then whoopsie ig. ALSO I really hate the only other Micheal fic I have up,, like that shit makes me *puking noises*. Yeah anyways its so bad that it gave me the motivation to finally post this one lmao.

Word count: 3k

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You sat on the kitchen counter of you and Michael’s shared sanctuary quarters, the only light in the dimly lit room coming from the few candles you had lit earlier in the day which hadn’t yet burned out completely. Your bare legs dangled over the counter top as you sat alone, scrolling through your phone mindlessly and finishing the small mug of lavender tea you had made for yourself with the hopes it would help you sleep better.

As you sipped down the last few drops of what was now lukewarm tea, you heard the unmistakable patter of Michael’s bare feet padding along the marble floor towards the kitchen. He had been trying to contact his father through ritual for weeks now, but he had received nothing in return other than unwanted silence every time he tried. He had been doing the same tonight, hiding out in hopes of hearing even a whisper from his father. He usually devoted hours at a time to contacting him, not finding his way into bed until the wee hours of the morning; so it surprised you he had given up so early on.

You looked up from your screen to find him stood just past the kitchens entrance, completely naked and covered in blood, the wounds he had carved into his arms not too long before already healing; his blood was still fresh and dripping down his toned body. You noticed a change in him. Whilst he usually came to bed feeling exhausted and disappointed, all you could feel from him was anger. It was seething from him as he stood, dripping crimson all over the recently polished floor.

He didn’t speak, eyes focused on the growing puddle of blood that surrounded his feet and filled with so much emotion. You joined him in silence, setting your phone down besides you as slowly and quietly as you could, feeling as if any sudden movement could set him off like a wild animal disturbed from its slumber. You watched as he dug his fingers into the palms of his hands, something you often caught him doing whilst trying to contain impending outbursts he didn't want let loose.

Deciding you should say something, you spoke what could perhaps be called a whisper. “He’s still not answering you, is he?” He ever so slightly shook his head at your question, emitting a low chuckle as he ran his tongue over his top teeth and looked up at you. He struck eye contact with you, his eyes bloodshot and his pupils blown wide. “No.”

You stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other from opposite sides of the room as the tension in the air grew so thick it felt as if it was choking you, your worried eyes looking across into his own rage filled ones.

He started sauntering towards you heavily, eyes never leaving your form and neck slowly craning itself down to continue staring you out the closer he got. Reaching where you sat, he gripped the counter either side of you, his defined hands leaving crimson stains on the previously pristine kitchen counter from the fresh cuts his nails had made as he towered above you. You looked up at him, feeling what you could only describe as fear, waiting for him to do something. anything.

Your own breathing was the only thing you could hear, and you could feel Michael’s fanning over your goosebump decorated skin. You couldn’t figure out what he was thinking, his blank facial expression masking any thoughts running through his mind as he stared you down in a contest you’d never asked to be a part of. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, grabbing your colour drained cheeks roughly, smearing blood on your face and kissing you so violently your teeth were clashing against his.

He was practically shaking with rage, which only fuelled him to move against you faster. His hands stumbled their way down to the thin black shirt of his you’d been wearing all night and ripped the front in two, aggressively yanking the cloth off your body and taking rough handfuls of your breasts. He massaged and squeezed them, pinching your nipples so hard it made you squeak through his kiss and arch your back at the pain.

He moved his hands down to your thong and attempted to pull it down your legs, but let out a grunt of irritation when it was taking longer than it should’ve and ripped it off you too. It dropped it to the floor, following the fate of the shirt he had also just ruined. He pushed his mouth over your face and neck, rushing to taste you as if he would soon run out of time to savour it. The tips of his hair tickled the top of your exposed breasts, teasing you with their delicate touch.

“I don't need him, you know.” He stated, his voice surprising you and deepened with fury as he nibbled on your jawline, leaving the slightest of teeth marks on your skin.

“I’ll create our new world now! without any of his input. Since that’s so clearly what he wants.” He moved down to suck on your breasts somewhat aggressively, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your nipples as you writhed and moaned underneath him, feeling his anger, but too lost in the pleasure of his lips to understand what it was he was hinting at.

“And I think the perfect way to do that is to start right here, don’t you agree pet?” he husked out his words with vengeance, angry at his father for ignoring him after so many nights spent trying to contact him and growing impatient with the need to fill you with his seed. You gasped, realising what he meant and smiling up at him wildly. You knew this was going to happen at some point; the two of you spoke about bringing your own little antichrist into the world constantly, but you hadn't guessed it would be happening so soon.

He interrupted your thoughts by lifting you up and lowering you down onto the floor, pressing your bare body onto the cold flooring below and inserting himself between your legs. He grabbed ahold of your throat, using his choke hold to pin you down and taking the slightest moment of calm before scratching his hand down your body. You let out a pained whimper, feeling the leftover blood on his fingers mix with your fresh blood in the claw marks he had left in your skin, trailing from your chest to just over your bellybutton.

He looked up at you and tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face. “What do you say we make your little nickname for me official, breed you and make me a real daddy? Hm?”

Your chest heaved underneath him, rising and falling quickly as adrenaline coursed through you. You nodded back as fast as you could, still taken aback by his sudden need to breed you and shocked any of this was happening in the first place.

His eye twitched with impatience as he squeezed your neck momentarily, letting you know he felt your nodding was unsatisfactory. He wanted you to spell it out for him.

“Yes Michael! Please breed me!” You gave him what he wanted, lifting your thighs to wrap them around his torso as you spoke, trying to gather more control over the situation. You needed the sudden thirst of lust he had thrusted upon you to be quenched.

“Thats my fucking girl.” He moved to hover above you, bringing his face down to yours and grazing his nose over yours teasingly. He took a hold of his cock pumping it into his hand and trapping you under his intense gaze.

He pushed inside you, needing his cock to be buried as deep inside of you as physically possible. You let out a strangled cry, gripping onto his arms above you and staring into his blackening eyes. They had grown blind with rage, staring into yours soullessly when he pulled out of you almost entirely, stopping only to smile at you devilishly for the first time that night before slamming back into you at a viscous pace. His balls slapped against your skin ferociously, the noise of it and your moans were the only thing to be heard in the dark room.

Every second it felt as if the room grew darker. Michael felt like the only thing that was real, he was definitely the only thing you could see at least. It was as if everything else was falling into the darkness and dissipating from your mind entirely, as if the room was getting closer and closer to your sweating skin.

“You’ll be so beautiful filled with my seed.” He spoke his thoughts allowed, his brutal thrusts taking his breath between words. You rolled your hips over his in response, wishing his words to be true with every bone in your body. He moaned at this, reading your thoughts and taking his hand from your neck and sliding his bloody fingers into your gaping lips.

“Your stomach all swollen with my child.” He continued his stream of thought, forcing his fingers down your throat and making you gag on them, your tongue adjusting to the sour metallic twang now coating it and licking his fingers as if it was his cock he had placed in your mouth.

He yanked his hand from your mouth, leaving you to gasp and cough out between moans. He instead grabbed at your delicate wrist, his large hand easily wrapping around it and brining your palm to lay flat over your lower abdomen. “Can you feel me?” he punctuated his words with deep movements, pressing your hand down to feel his cock moving inside of you. “Yes I can feel you! oh my god fuck!”

He throws your hand to the side, holding your forearm down on the stone. “God isn’t here, Darling.” his voice came out in a snarl, deeper than usual as a demonic tone overcame him. You grabbed at the back of his neck with your spare hand, pulling him down to meet you in a moan filled kiss.

You’re interrupted when you hear a low hissing to the left of you. You turn your head to find the sudden noise and notice snakes. Actual snakes, impossibly slithering their way from under your kitchen counters and leaving trails of more blood on the floor beside to you.

He pulled himself out of you, centring your attention back to him when he leant down on the floor and brought your cunt to his face. He licked a long stripe up your folds, rightfully earning the pornographic moan that escaped from your throat. Your fingers grasped and slipped across the bloody marble floor when his tongue started flicking vigorously at your clit, pressing hard into your sensitive numb and forcing you to move your empty grabby hands to his dampening locks.

He dipped his tongue inside you, still moving it quickly and making you open your mouth to scream without any noise spilling out. He replaced his tongue with his skilled fingers, pumping them in and out of you and curling them into your g spot. “Nothing satisfies me more than that look on your face when i’m about to let you cum.” He muses, a kind of amusement apparent in his voice when he pulls his fingers back from your greedy hole. “Except from the look you give me when I take it away.” He watches your next moves carefully, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Don’t fucking tease me Michael Langdon!” You raise yourself on your elbows and shoot him an angry glare, caught up in the moment and pissed off at his cruel edging. He narrows his eyes at you, a flick of his wrist forcing you down onto your back as you mentally curse yourself for talking back to the demon situated between your legs.

He rose above you again, sliding into your wet pussy with ease and stroking your face with the backside of his hand. “Should’ve known better than to tell me what to do.” He tutted at you, His knuckles grazing over your face so gently that when he started his swift pounding it nearly gave you whiplash.

“You either beg me to touch you, or I won’t do it at all.” He warns you, his tone still deep as he grunts at the feeling of your walls clenching around his pulsing cock. His hands move to the floor to hold him up, waiting for your whiney begs to soon hit his eardrums.

You didn't want to beg him after his little stunt, but you had no choice. “Please, please Michael, please touch me.” You gasp and cry out to him, your head lulling back to the dark voided ceiling above you, needing the feeling of his fingers on your clit as you near your impending orgasm. He obliges of course, fulfilling his earlier words and rubbing rapid circles onto the neglected little ball of nerves.

His moaning and grunting was much louder now, somehow managing to drown out the noise of his skin slapping into yours. His breaths had too become heavier, his face growing paler and his thin red veins pulsing onto his perfectly countered cheek bones. His skin appeared as if it was cracking, flickering hollow red lighting onto his illuminated face. His face had become the lightest thing in the room, and yet still managed to be the most nightmarish.

You were on the edge now, watching Michaels anger and pleasure turn him not the ghastly demon before you. You felt your limbs start twitching and shaking. “Ahhh fuck, Michael!” You cried out at him. “I’m gonna cum around you so good, you’ll spill every last drop of your seed into me.” You giggled out your words, underestimating the carnality of Michaels reaction to them.

“Then I’d better make sure I’m deep enough into your greedy little cunt to fuck a baby into it huh?” Your words had now spurred him on to the point of fucking you so brutally it hurt, having somehow managed to pick up his already agonising pace. He leant down to your trembling lips, giving you one last reassuring kiss before he lost the little control he had left.

A fucked out haze fogged over your mind, legs falling numb with the shocks of pleasure emerging from your exploding core. You screamed out Michaels name over and over, letting it loose from your lips like you’d been holding it locked up inside your chest for an eternity. Your tingling skin grew wet as the blood and snakes around the both of you began to boil, as if your skin had set a flame under its bubbling surface.

“Fuck Y/N!” He watched your eyes pierce into his as you came, your tight walls squeezing and tensing around him until he had altered his movements. His quick pace nearly halting, he held onto your hips and rutted into you deep and languidly, filling you up with his sputtering seed. His eyes blew wide, as if they were two blackholes consuming the room around them and drawing you into their endless gravity pools. You could feel him stuttering inside you as he stared into your soul, mouth open slightly ajar and pouty lips shaking with the weight of his orgasm.

You knew you should have been terrified of him. The once expansive and flowing cuts down his arms had now healed completely, the only reminder of them ever existing being the multiple pints of blood he had left trailed from his ritual room to the kitchen floor, he’d painted your willing body with now the flaking crimson in mosaics. His face was enough to give a child cataclysmic nightmares for years to come, but yet there you were lying underneath him, admiring the way the red streaks on his skin showed more emotion that you could ever have put into words and how good his messy eyeshadow looked on his macabre face. The only thing that had ever truly frightened you about Michael Langdon was how madly in love with him you were.

His face fell back to its former glory, colour seeping onto his skin and bringing life back to his breathless face. His arms moved to rest near your face as he pulled out of you, the snakes that had once been slithering next to you having suddenly dissolved as if they were never there in the first place. Michael let his head fall, his long hair laying over your chest as he panted down onto you, staring up at your eyes as his own were flooded with an ocean like blue again.

You stared up at him, not a word having been said since he had shouted your name in the midst of his pleasure, it made you almost.. nervous? You’d never seen him take his anger out on you the way he just had. What was he thinking now he’d ‘decided to start his new world early’ in a fit of rage?

“Mikey?” You called out his endearing nickname timidly.

He changed the look on his face, a questioning expression obvious on his handsome features. You knew what that look meant, he was listening in on your thoughts. Something you’d asked him not to do many times before, but yet you were grateful for it in this moment.

He smiled up at you, chuckling in a little more of a domestic manner than his demonic voice had allowed him to before. You rolled your eyes at him and he kissed you again. It was the kind of gentle kiss that felt like it would linger on you afterwards for days.

“I honestly don’t know how I’m going to cope with a little demon running around the house.” You joked, earning another laugh from Michael. His fingers still covered in blood as he played with the bruised bites he’d left under your jaw.

“I think we’ll find out soon enough.”

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Hi. Could I get 10 and 6 with Michael Langdon

👀 👀  Yes indeed! Michael, my beloved 🖤🖤🖤

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WC: 1.2 k

Warnings: Breath play, scratching, Dom!Michael, penetration

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The final preparations were made as you began to prepare to depart for the sanctuary with Michael.  His golden hair almost touched his shoulders now, and you were secretly thrilled he had taken your advice to grow it out.  You walked over to where he was seated in front of his laptop, taking in the sight of the heavy black jeweled ring that rested on his forefinger.

“Did you need something?” he hummed as he flicked his blue eyes in your direction.  You had gotten lost in the thought of his long, nimble fingers and strong hands.

“Oh um, just wanted to check in and see if everything was in order,” you replied before your tongue darted across your lips.

“Just a few more pieces to move into place, our flight leaves in the morning,” Michael replied as he rested his cheek gently against his hand, thumb curved under his chin and forefinger against his temple.  It only made the current thoughts inside your head spin faster, churning slightly darker.

“Just about done packing,” you whispered.

His plush lips curved into an amused smile.  “Great, I appreciate you taking care of that for us,” he said before he reached out his other hand to pull you into his lap.  Sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind.

“Something’s on your mind,” he whispered.  Fucking….how the fuck…this little shit.  Moving his hand from his face, he began to trace it up your thigh then across your side before his palm rested against your collarbone.  His fingers felt impossibly warm.  Anointed with hellfire.

“What makes you say that?” you murmured as your pulse quickened.

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the smirk.  His thumb traced over the throbbing vein in your throat.  “Use your words.  The instruction was clear and firm.

“Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”  The admission came toppling from your lips faster than you had anticipated.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”

“I trust you…. besides I’ve found some instruction guides, I’ll share them with you.  I want some fun, but I’m not keen on getting asphyxiated to death,” you snorted.

An amused chuckle vibrated in his chest as those long fingers wrapped gently around his neck while his nose nuzzled the warm patch of skin just below your ear.

“Well then, allow me to get informed.”  He took hold of your chin to pull your face close to his before pressing a hard kiss to your lips.  Giddiness overtook you when your tongues pressed together.  Then Michael gave you a little shove off his lap so off you went to finish putting everything together for the departure tomorrow.  You know…. before the whole world went to hell.

Later that evening you were sprawled under him.  Naked in the warm room as those hands roamed across your body, squeezing every inch of your flesh.  A thumb brushed lightly across your erect nipple, making you squirm, while your bent knee gently rubbed against your thigh.  You could taste the pulse in your throat as his hand crept closer and closer toward your neck.

“You still want this?” he purred.  Fingers wrapped lightly around your throat.

“Please,” you begged.

“I can hear your heart pounding.  Like a little lamb caught by the lion,” Michael smirked.  The pressure he applied was still very light, but it was enough to make you feel dizzy.

“A very feracious lion with sharp teeth, easy to rip me apart.”

“You like that don’t you, baby?  The danger, the excitement.  You drip with sin.”  The tone in his voice dropped an octave.  

“Sin brought us together, my little devil,” you couldn’t help but tease.  The two of you had found each other through the Church of Satan.  You’d never forget the pathetic-looking young man who wandered in one evening looking like a scared, lost little rat.  Look at him now.  Coming into his own, into his power.  Ready to bring the end of the world.  Fuck, it made your clit throb.

The pressure tightened around your throat.  “Now if you need to loosen my grip take your fist and pound it twice on the bed.”  You did so, letting him know you understood the direction loud and clear.  “If you need me to stop everything entirely, three pounds.”  Again, you demonstrated to show you heard and understood.  “Good girl.”

His hand slipped further up your neck, settling under your jaw and against the sides, where the pulse pounded, and the carotid arteries rested.  Your eyes were blown wide with lust as Michael applied a firm squeeze that lasted about five seconds.  His cock was heavy against your thigh, and you could feel the pre-cum leaking onto your flesh.  When his hand released from your neck, you took the opportunity to speak.

“Please Michael, put your cock inside me,” you whined.

You pulled a knee back toward your chest as his free hand settled on your opposite hip.  You reached down to palm his cock before helping to guide him inside of your dripping pussy.  A soft groan rumbled from him before he gave a soft roll of his hips.  You were stuffed full of him, and it felt so fucking good.  Blond hair stuck to his cheeks and shoulders as the heat flooded the room.  He tended to have that effect.  Your little devil baby.

“Next time I’ll have to take a picture of you just like this. So, you can see how beautiful and needy you are with my cock inside of you, ready to take you apart, my little lamb.”  The rasp in his voice made a moan spill from your parted lips.

“Michael, please,” you huffed as you dragged your nails slowly down his back to help spur him on.

The hand around your throat squeezed again as he gave a powerful thrust.  The dizziness came flooding back.  Another squeeze matched with a thrust had you mewling.  The next one lasted a bit longer and matched the pressure building inside of your body.  It was a euphoric feeling.  Little bright white stars danced behind your eyelids while his cock took you apart.

“So beautiful, little lamb, I could sink my teeth into you, rip you apart piece by piece.  Yet you’d still beg for more.”

Pleasure slithered through your entire body; hot white little snakes ready to burst forth.  You hated how right he was.  The only response you could give was a wobbling lower lip before all the bands snapped and you soaked his cock after another squeeze to your throat.  His fingers released before he pressed his palm next to the side of your head as his hips snapped hard against your pelvis.  It made you rock forward before you felt the warm spurt of release inside of you.  Ecstasy shivered through your veins.

When he pulled out, you shuddered at the loss of contact along with the little drip of his mess down your thighs.  Your pouting was eased by the sight of his round ass after he climbed off the bed and went to procure some wipes to clean up with.  You basked in the aftermath, wrapped around his side with your upper half against his chest, legs tucked between his.  Fingers twirled around the locks of his golden hair.

“Michael?”

“Hmm?”

“Next time, could you leave marks?”

You watched his lips twitch into a smirk.

“My filthy little lamb!  I would love nothing more,” he replied, a mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes.

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Thranduil x Fem!Reader - Tryst

Pairing: fem!reader x Thranduil in an established relationship

Spice level: 🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶 (beware: ghost pepper hot)

Warnings/tags: fingering, dom/sub undertones, quickie. I don’t have an excuse for this. It wasn’t requested. I just came here to sin today 😏

Minors DNI. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

You know it’s unwise. This isn’t the most private place in Mirkwood, but it does have one of the best views.

It’s fairly late. Thranduil’s throne room is empty. You’re not positioned quite where you want to be— you’d love to be kneeling in front of the throne, looking up at it, imagining Thranduil on it, imagining the way his eyes would darken and pool with lust as you touch yourself like this in front of him.

You gasp, giving yourself a particularly hard thrust with your fingers.

You’ve settled for skulking in a shadowy corner. Still close enough to the empty throne for your own fantasy’s sake, but safely out of sight.

Or so you think.

You close your eyes and get lost again —lost in the pressure building as you slide your fingers in and out of yourself, lost in the image of Thranduil in all his kingly splendor commanding you to touch yourself for him. Would he summon you there? Make you kneel for him? Drag you into his lap and slip inside you where anyone might see?

That thought draws a moan out of you that you can’t manage to suppress.

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”

The voice makes you freeze. Your eyes open to see Thranduil gliding through the shadows. He’s there faster than could be believed, black evening gown trailing out behind him, stalking up to you like some great cat.

“Meleth,” you say a bit weakly. You’re breathless.

He closes the distance, crowding you up step-by-step until your back hits the wall.

“I must confess I did not expect to see you here,” he says. His eyes glint in the dim light of the throne room, flicking to the towering throne, then back to your face. He trails his hand down to where yours is buried in your skirts, rucks the fabric up around your thighs, and touches you.

You gasp and buck into his hand. His grin is wolfish.

“You are soaked. What were you thinking about, I wonder?” he leans in, commanding your space. It sends a thrill down your spine. You love it when he gets like this: imperious and insatiable. “I know what I’m thinking about,” he purrs hotly in your ear.

You make another strangled sort of sound as he starts to stroke your clit with the pad of his thumb, just little light circles. Thranduil covers your mouth and teases, “Wanton little creature. I want to devour you.”

He pushes two fingers inside you and fucks you on them. Thranduil doesn’t pull any punches. It’s hard and fast and punishing, making you writhe and mewl into the hand he’s clamped down on your mouth, making you fight to catch your breath. You’ve been on edge all day, thinking about him, and you’ve already pushed yourself so close—

“Tell me,” he commands, releasing his grip so you can suck in air. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

You have to grab onto his shoulder just for something to hold onto. He hasn’t let up, pounding into you, adding a third finger until your head’s spinning. With a gasp, you admit: “I wanted— I wanted to kneel in front of you. At your throne—“ Thranduil growls something half feral in your ear at that. You go on: “Touching myself for you—“

“—I’d fuck you on it,” he interrupts in a hiss, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of you, hitting that sweet spot again and again and again, “They would all hear how you scream for your king.”

Stars spark behind your eyelids. You explode. Thranduil pins you in place and fucks you right through it, drawing it out while you shake and cry and grab onto any part of his gown that you can for purchase as your legs buckle beneath you.

When you stop spinning, he feeds you his fingers, making you lick them clean, then he dips in to suck a bruise onto your neck.

You’re breathless as your hands wander to the fastenings of his gown. “Let me return the favor.”

Thranduil doesn’t argue. He just fists a hand in your hair and pushes you to your knees, right where he likes you best.

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The Contract

A little Real Devil Matt that I had in mind for a while. 

It was never a good idea to make a decision when you were alone and drunk.

Y/N knew it.

Even if at this moment, being alone and drunk, she didn’t think about it at all, too busy tracing the pentagram she had found on the web to invoke Satan.

This idea had crossed her mind as she was watching a stupid movie while finishing her beer and eating an ice cream.

She who was so unhappy, why couldn’t she try to summon the demon to make a pact ? Everything she had tried before hadn’t worked.

Giggling stupidly, she finished the circle and began to recite the formula in Latin, not really believing that anything was going to happen. She didn’t believe in any of this.

At first, as she had imagined, nothing.

Then the candles she had lit went out. There was a wind in the apartment when all the windows were closed. It was both very cold and very hot in the room.

           "Good evening.“

The voice was soft. Deep. Seductive.

As attractive as the man standing in front of her, with his red suit, glasses and cane.

Y/N would certainly have screamed if she hadn’t been so drunk, and if she hadn’t found him so charming. He didn’t look at all like what she had imagined for a demon. But some said that demons were former angels, and they had to be beautiful to successfully tempt humans.

           "You… Are you the Devil ?” she asked stupidly.

           "In the flesh… Well, no, not really in the flesh. You can call me Matt.“

           "Matt ? Okay, a demon named Matt. I must have blacked out and I’m having a really weird dream, but whatever. Wait, are you blind ?”

           "Yes. No. I only need to see souls, and people are less suspicious of a blind man. What can I do for you, young lady ?“

Quite honestly, Y/N didn’t remember. She really hadn’t thought it would work, so she hadn’t thought that far into what she wanted.

Simply to be happy. No longer be alone. Have at least one friend.

Could she ask that ? Friendship didn’t work that way, she didn’t want the devil manipulating someone to force them to love her. She didn’t think he was capable of creating a person either.

If she had been less drunk, she would have stammered an apology, saying that she had made a mistake, that she didn’t need anything and that he could go back.

Instead, she smiled with a sneer, after staring at him for a long time, finding that he was really too good to be true, which proved that it had to be a dream, even if she would have liked it to be real, because for a demon he didn’t look that bad.

           "I would like you to become my friend !”

           "… Excuse me ?“ said the demon, who was obviously not expecting this request.

           "My friend ! I’m alone, sad, and I want a friend ! And I want it to be you, Matt ! You seem nice !”

           "I am a demon.“

           "So what ?”

The demon, Matt, sighed, stared at her for a long time with his glasses, then he smiled saying he accepted.

Satisfied, Y/N wished him good night and she went to bed, convinced that she would never see him again.

But the next day, Matt was still there. He’d researched what it meant to be a friend, and he had made breakfast for her and her hangover.

During the rest of the day, she saw him regularly, while Y/N kept slapping herself to check that she was awake or that she wasn’t going crazy.

Despite the breakfast, Matt wasn’t a very good friend at first. He was often mocking, even a little mean, criticizing what she was doing and having fun scaring her. He also liked to talk with other people.

It didn’t matter, it was normal for him to talk with other people. But he seemed to completely forget Y/N, and he managed to seduce everyone, which she had never succeeded in doing, and which she would never manage to do.

It was painful.

One evening when he had agreed to come with her to a bar, he had abandoned her to speak with a magnificent creature, tall, blond, perfect. Y/N had finished her drink and she had gone home to cry.

           "Jealous, honey ?“ he purred as he appeared in her room. "Aren’t you happy that your friend had a good time ?”

           "…Can we cancel a contract ?“

           "It doesn’t work like that.”

           "Hmm. So… Can you just leave ? You’ll have my soul in the end, but I don’t want to see you anymore. You’re the worst friend ! I mean, it was a stupid wish, of course you’re the worst of friends.“

           "Because I’m a demon ?”

           "No.“ she sighed. “Because you can’t force friendship. It’s normal that you don’t care about me. Nobody never cared about me. Yet I am a good person. I’m kind, I help others, I do my best ! But no. At the end of the day, I’m all alone. They call me when they need something, that’s it. No one asks me how I feel, if I need anything, what I did recently. I… It’s normal, I’m really not interesting. Why did God make me like this ? He is cruel ! You know what ? Leave. You will have my soul in no time. Pact with the devil and suicide, I imagine that we go directly to the bottom of hell for that. You will be happy.”

           "… No.“

Unexpectedly, Matt refused to leave her. He was very patient, bringing her tea and staying with her, massaging her back until she fell asleep.

Y/N wondered if it was because he loved her criticizing God, suffering like that man in the Bible but totally losing hope after a few days, or simply because he had to be nice to her because of the contract.

After that, Matt tried hard. He was kinder and more amiable. They even got to know each other a little.

He liked to ask her lots of questions, about herself, about her past, her opinions. He loved to hear what she thought of religion. Of God.

Yes, he must have stayed because he found it amusing to totally corrupt a lost sheep.

Somewhat jokingly, she told him that even though she now knew the devil existed, that didn’t prove that God existed too. He could have invented Him to give people hope and be terribly disappointed in the end. This made him laugh, saying he would have loved to have such an idea. But no, God was real.

           "How do you think He is ?” he asked smiling as they had a coffee.

           "I… I imagine a big white light. Without distinct shape, which could take any shape. So, I don’t know why we say He. It would be more an It, or a They.“

           "You’re close to the truth. But I was talking about His character.”

           "Oh. Like I told you, I think he’s a bit cruel. I mean, I know we have free will and all that, but if we’re capable of being that horrible, it’s though He put this in us, and as He made us in His own image, He also has this in Him.“

This made Matt laugh. A frank and sad laugh.

He quickly explained to her that God was not cruel, just terribly strict. Complex. Impossible to understand.

He had many expectations for His creations but without ever saying which ones. You had to guess. And of course most of the time you didn’t do what He wanted, so He was unhappy. The punishment could be severe, while there was rarely any reward. Why praise someone who was just doing what they were supposed to do ?

           "Do you want to know a secret ? There’s hardly anyone up there.”

           "You mean in heaven ? Really ?!“

           "Yes. He’s really strict. The slightest bad thought… well, is bad. And so mine. Only the pure and the innocents come up. And in this world, with all these temptations… It’s almost impossible to stay pure. I don’t even need to intervene most of the time.”

           "But there are very good people, who make mistakes, but who don’t deserve to go to hell for that !“ Y/N was indignant.

           "I agree. That’s why the punishment depends on the sin. We have created a zone for the less evil. Limbo, a great Void. A bit boring, but without torture. Souls await for the Last Judgment, when He will decide if some of them deserve a second chance. Spoilers alert. I don’t think so. He’s way too strict.”

           "So… You’re the good guy ?“

           ”… What ?!“ Matt jumped.

           "You punish the bad guys, the ones who really deserve it, and you don’t touch the ones who didn’t do anything really wrong.”

           "Oh, but I really enjoy it. I love torturing.“

           "You’re still nice. Hey, where am I going ?”

Matt didn’t answer. Maybe he had no right to tell her, or he found it more amusing that she didn’t know.

Or he didn’t want to think about when she would go down to be tortured.

They had really gotten very close after a few months. Matt sometimes noted aloud that she really was a good person. There was something in his voice, like sadness and regret.

Very quickly, Y/N fell in love. It wasn’t a good idea, she knew that very well, she wasn’t drunk when it happened.

No doubt with his powers to see souls, he knew. He did not say anything about it. On the other hand, he sometimes became a bit mean again, distant. As if he wanted to force her to hate him. Not quite what a good friend would do when they found out you had feelings for them.

They ended up arguing, of course.

Despite her love for him, Y/N kept telling herself that he was only there because of the contract. Maybe if he wasn’t a good friend, he wouldn’t have her soul.

But she had never specified that he had to be a good friend. There were a lot of shitty friends in the world.

It was obvious that he wanted to leave. Matt spent less and less time with her. And yet, as soon as she told him to leave for good, he continued to refuse. Stubborn demon.

           "Listen, this isn’t working, so go away !“

           "No !”

           "Oh, please don’t pretend that you care ! You only stay because you have to ! Friendship doesn’t work like that ! I should never have asked for such a thing, that was stupid ! Forget that contract !“

           "We didn’t make a contract.”

He had said that very calmly, but he immediately seemed to regret it, grimacing.

What ?

No contract ?

What was he talking about ? Of course they had made a contract, with the circle, the candles and the request. He had accepted.

           "…You have to sign with your blood.“ he muttered. "We haven’t officially made a deal.”

           "But… Then why ?“

           "I was curious. Nobody had ever asked me this before. Money, fame, sex, revenge… But to be my friend ? Your request was so… weird. Adorable. Doing no harm. to no one. It wasn’t selfish, you just felt lonely and didn’t want to suffer anymore.”

           "So you wanted to have fun…“ she sighed.

           "No ! I mean… A little, at first. But afterwards, no. And don’t think it was pity, it’s not that. You’re not perfect, but you could go in Limbo. Damn, He might decide to take you up for making the Devil a softie, I’m sure He’d find that hilarious. But if I stay… If you still love me… I’ll corrupt you. I don’t want to corrupt you. I don’t want to condemn you to eternal damnation. I love you too much for that.”

He tried to back away when she kissed him, but then Matt kissed her back, becoming beastly, passionate, pinning her against the wall and licking, biting, sucking on her lips. He tasted of sulfur. When he moved away, it seemed to Y/N that his eyes were red behind his glasses.

           "You have to understand…“ he panted. "That if you do this… You will be mine, forever.”

           "I’m already yours.“

Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to give yourself body and soul to the devil. Even if he said he was in love. He could lie. Demons were liars.

But Y/N didn’t care. He had been the only one interested in her. And he loved to torture. He was very good at it. If it was what he did to her in the bedroom, then eternity with him wouldn’t be so bad.

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Duncan Shepherd/reader/Emily Nelson- Gonna Get Mine

Simple Favor x House of Cards crossover Emily x virgin girl reader x older professor Duncan Shepherd Note: Professor Duncan picture courtesy of the amazing @dark-mei-rose Warnings: 18+ only. very NSFW. Lesbian sex, pegging, use of strapons and vibrators, vaginal sex, a threesome, etc. Pure filth. Word count: 4.7K+

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dancing with the devil | andy dolan x fem!reader x michael langdon

warnings: outpost!michael, threesome, blowjob, vaginal sex, anal sex, dirty talk, pwp

word count: 1.6K

request: "anonymous asked: Andy having a threesome with the reader and outpost!Michael 🥵 also..he discovers he's..kinda bi thanks to Michael."

a/n: my first threesome fic everrrrrrrr and i'm kinda nervous sdkufhdsf anywho! i hope you guys enjoy this hot pile of garbage!

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"What’s the matter, Andy?" Y/N asks, her sultry, E/C eyes gazing up and down the tall brunette’s muscular frame as he sits on the edge of the massive bed, gripping the sheets tightly. “Having second thoughts?”

Michael comes up to Andy’s side, tucking his fingers underneath his stubbled chin and tilting so he can look into his darkened, sapphire eyes. “If this is too much for you, we can stop,” he says, his voice gruff and full of desire.

Andy swallows thickly, his gaze shifting between the two of them as he shakes his head.

Truth be told, he wasn't sure if this was all a figment of his imagination or if it was actually happening.

When Andy first laid eyes on Michael and Y/N at Outpost 6, it was as if the wind was knocked out from his lungs. He had never seen such beauty before, and Andy had been with a lot of beautiful people in his time. They were an enigma, shrouded in darkness and this aura that made people gravitate towards them. Andy Dolan never chased after anyone, and yet he found himself wanting them to notice him.

And they did.

Of course they did.

It was really easy to tell what Andy was doing, seeing as most humans had that reaction towards them. It's what Satan intended when he created them. They were both carnal desire in human form.

And Andy desired them both. Immensely.

Y/N smirks, turning his cheek to face her and planting a kiss to his pouty lips. Andy groans into the kiss, fisting his hand in her H/C hair.

Michael whimpers, his cock hardening inside the confines of his pants as he watches his partner kiss the other man. He palms his cock for a moment before unzipping his black slacks, letting them fall to his feet.

Y/N trails her manicured nails down Andy’s abdomen and over his shaft, the action causing Andy to shiver. She reaches into his gray sweatpants and pulls his cock out, moaning at the heavy feel of it in her hand.

“You’re leaking for us already,” she breathes against his lips, wiping the pre-cum over the tip with her thumb. “Do you want us to suck your fat cock?”

Andy nods, whimpering as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. Y/N giggles, looking up at Michael and gesturing for him to come closer.

Michael unbuttons his shirt, tossing it next to his pants before taking a step towards the two of them. He kneels down next to Y/N, running his hand up Andy’s thigh and hooking his fingers on the waistband of his sweatpants. “Let’s take these off first,” he whispers.

“I agree,” Y/N says, helping Michael tug Andy’s sweatpants down. She flings them somewhere across the room, smirking up at Andy as she does so. “That’s much better.”

Andy spreads his legs a little wider so the two of them can have room. Y/N reaches forward, swirling her tongue around the tip before dragging it down his shaft and back up again.

Michael does the same to the other side, meeting Y/N’s lips and capturing them in a sweet, heated kiss as he wraps his large hand around Andy’s cock, pumping him slowly.

Andy groans, his head tipping back a little and lolling to the side. His cock grows incredibly hard as he watches the two of them kiss, coupled with the feel of Michael’s hand working him.

Y/N licks over Michael's tongue before turning her attention to Andy's cock. She wraps her lips around the crown, moving in tandem with Michael's strokes. Andy tips his head back, letting a long, exasperated moan slip as he tangles his fingers in her hair. Michael dips down and takes Andy's heavy balls in his mouth, placing his arm over his pelvis to keep him in place.

Andy has never felt pleasure this intensely before. It takes everything in him not to blow his load into Y/N's delicate mouth, so he focuses on the patterns in the ceiling above him to stave off his impending orgasm.

Michael flicks his eyes to gauge Andy's reaction, his cock twitching at the sight of him in complete bliss. He pulls off his balls with a wet pop and climbs on the bed, gently caressing Andy's cheek. "Why don't you be a good boy and suck my cock. Hm?"

Andy opens his eyes and gazes up at Michael with heavy lids. He swallows thickly, contemplating the thought for a moment. "I-I've never done that before...," he says shyly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'll guide you," Michael says, watching intently as Andy nods and darts his tongue over Michael's flushed red tip. Michael hisses at the contact, bucking his hips towards Andy instinctively.

Y/N keeps her lustful gaze on the two men. The sight making her clit throb with need. She reaches down between her thighs, pulling her panties to the side and running her fingers through her saturated folds before gently stroking her engorged clit, moaning around Andy's cock.

Michael guides Andy as he takes his cock further down his throat, careful not to make it too difficult for him. "Fuck," he groans, his eyes growing darker with lust as he gazes down at him. "Mmm..."

Andy bats his long lashes, closing his eyes as he wraps his large hand around Michael's base. He pumps slowly for a moment before picking up the pace, matching Y/N's as she brings him closer to the brink of utter euphoria.

Y/N feels Andy's cock twitch in her mouth and pulls back, tsking softly. "As hot as it would be to have you cum down my throat, I'm not ready for that just yet," she breathes, pumping him once more before stopping completely.

Andy whines, flicking his glassy eyes over to her. She strips from her blood-red lingerie and straddles his waist, running her hands up his bare chest. "I want you to fuck me," she moans, leaning down and licking a stripe up from his neck to ear, taking the lobe between her teeth. "Do you want that, too?"

He bucks upwards, the action a silent response to let her know that he does, in fact, want that. Badly. She chuckles wickedly, gripping his cock and running the tip through her sopping folds. Without warning, she sinks down onto him, the sound of their moans bouncing off of the walls and blanketing itself around them.

"Fuck!" Y/N cries out. The delicious burning of Andy's cock stretching her open spreads throughout her body like liquid fire. She lets herself adjust for a moment before rolling her hips against him, setting a fast, rough pace. Andy moans hotly around Michael's cock, the vibration going straight to Michael's core. His stomach tightens, the pressure beginning to build deep within him.

The tip of Andy's cock brushes against Y/N's sweet spot, and she moans filthily. She braces her hands on his chest, moving her hips impossibly faster against him. Andy brings his large hands to Y/N's hips, gripping tightly as she slams herself onto him over and over.

"That's it, baby," Michael groans, flicking his gaze over to Y/N, his cock twitching at the sight of her. "Does his cock feel good inside of your needy cunt?"

She nods rapidly. "Fuck yes...but I wanna feel your cock, too. Please..."

Michael pulls himself from Andy's mouth, sauntering over to stand behind her. He rubs his hand soothingly down her back, and she stills her movements, her walls pulsing wildly around Andy. Michael brings his fingers to her ass, rubbing her hole in slow circles. "Is this where you want me? In your tight little ass?"

"Yes," she breathes, looking at Michael over her shoulder.

He smirks, leaving her momentarily to grab a bottle of lube. When he returns, he squirts a decent amount onto his fingers, and works her until she's ready for him.

Her eyes roll back at the feel of his cock pressing against her ass, and Andy gently caresses her cheek, bringing her down to kiss her heatedly. Michael eases himself inside of her, groaning loud as her warm heat envelops him. Y/N moans against Andy's lips, gripping the sheets tightly beneath her.

Slowly, Michael begins to move, his large hand splayed across her lower back. "Don't move," he says to her, his voice husky. "Let us take care of you."

"Yeah, we got you." Andy thrusts in tandem with Michael, his hands finding purchase in her hair.

Y/N closes her eyes, letting herself get lost in the indescribable pleasure these two men were giving her. She feels full, and makes a mental note to never go without their two cocks inside of her ever again. Michael chuckles behind her, and she knows he read her thoughts. Not that she cares.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," Andy moans. "The fucking best pussy I've ever had."

"She's truly amazing," Michael muses, thrusting into her harder. "You should feel how perfect her ass is."

Before Y/N can even let out a warning, she cums hard, her walls spasming erratically as she gushes over Andy's cock. She cries out both of their names, her vision whiting and hearing going fuzzy as she does so.

"So fucking beautiful," Michael groans, slapping her ass several times.

Andy releases momentarily, his balls seizing as he pumps her cunt full of his hot cum. "Goddamn."

Michael chuckles darkly, thrusting a few more times before he cums as well. He tosses his head back, profanities spilling from his pouty lips.

They stay there for a moment, collecting themselves as they come down from their respective highs. Michael pulls out first, then Andy and they both collapse on the bed next to Y/N.

"Can we keep him?" Y/N asks between heavy pants, glancing over at Michael with pleading eyes. "Please?"

Michael nods, looking between her and Andy. "If that's what he wants, then yes."

Andy smiles at them, rolling onto his side as he does so. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

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Forbidden Love Affair (Professor! Duncan Shepherd x reader) EPILOGUE

(yes i use this gif for everything at this point for dunc hehe)

Summary: the end of an era :)

warnings: fluff, hints of smut, FLUUFFFFF, context heavy (duh this the last part of a 25 chapter long fic lmao), mentions of previous characters.

(no need for read of previous chapters but it might be more fulfilling)

word count: under 3,5 k

see masterlist for prior chapters / part 23 / part 24 / part 25

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A few months had passed since they moved states. The final goodbyes they had with everyone they knew were filled with tears and happy smiles. Duncan had a final night out at the bar with Damon; promising him to live his life to the fullest. And to hold onto Y/n and never let her go. And of course that Damon was more than willing to visit them in New York.

And with y/n, the promises of always calling and texting Caroline. Never ceasing the oversharing of their stories even if they weren’t roommates anymore. They were finally ready for the change. Ready to start something new. The long flight over was a happy medium of anxiety and excitement. And the subsequent trips to furniture and decor stores to finish furnishing their home was finally over.

Maybe things were finally falling into place.

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followers who show up regularly in my notifications: i see you and i appreciate you so much

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Do you do other characters besides Michael and Xavier for a request??

Hi! What do you have in mind? I can try! 💟

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plz point me in the direction of black writers who write for chris hemsworth

please im begging

I got you! Here are some for you! 🌟

@mauvecherie-writes

@dramaqueeenamby

@laketaj24

@thorsthot has lots of great Thor content!!!

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what about xavier devouring the reader's drenched pussy after skinny dipping with him in the lake, the two of them soaking wet and aching for each other?? hhh

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: skinny dipping, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1K

A/N: This is everything I want with Xavier 😩 Also, it turned out a lot longer than I had planned. oops 🤭

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“Xavier, what if someone sees? What if Margaret sees?”

“Well, then she gets a show. What is she gonna do, anyway? Kick us out of the camp? She needs us,” Xavier says as he takes off his signature purple jacket, tossing it onto the docks below him.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” You follow suit, removing your acid wash jean jacket and the rest of your clothes. Xavier had brought up skinny dipping in the lake on the way up here, how the two of you would sneak off when everyone had fallen asleep. But that was before you met Margaret, the camp’s owner. She was the definition of a bible thumper, preaching and shoving her godly beliefs in everyone’s faces.

Her main belief being sexual intercourse outside of marriage was the ultimate sin, stating you all had to be abstinent. Xavier laughed it off and made fun of her, but something about her unsettled you. Made you feel like she wasn’t someone to mess with. However, it was late and she was probably already asleep, so, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Xavier dives into the lake first, shaking his wet hair when he comes up. He turns to you, still on the dock, and does a ‘come here’ motion with his finger. You smile and jump in after him, swimming to meet him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, running his large hands up and down your back.

“I know you’re a little worried, but nothing is going to happen. Okay? I got you.” He leans forward, pressing his soft, plump lips to yours. The rest of your time in the lake is spent playing tag, racing to see who could swim the farthest (you won, of course), exchanging flirty/teasing glances, teasingly rubbing your ass against his hardening cock, him teasing your pussy with featherlight touches, small kisses that stopped once they got too heated.

You were pressing open-mouthed kisses to Xavier’s neck while your hand was wrapped around his thick, heavy cock, lazily stroking him. He tilted his head back, allowing you better access to his neck and groaning at the feel of your hand around him. He settled his hands on your ass, squeezing before swatting you. As much as he wants you to continue, he would much rather please you, wanting nothing more than to hear your sweet whimpers and soft moans.

He grabs your hand that’s wrapped around his cock, stopping your motions and whispers. “I want to taste you, babe. Come on, follow me.” He leads you to the dock, motioning for you to get on and lay down. He gets out after you, looking around to make sure no one is around before parting your legs and laying between them.

He gently nips, sucks, and kisses your left inner thigh, moving teasingly slow towards your cunt. He runs his tongue along your lips, a mixture of your arousal and the taste of the water on your skin filling his mouth. You peer down at him through thick lashes, your eyes meeting his piercing blue ones, darkened with lust.

“xav..” you breathe, squirming slightly as he continues to tease you, licking and sucking everywhere on your pussy except where you need him the most. he simply chuckles against your soft skin, hooking his arms underneath your thighs and pulling you closer to him.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He sucks on your outer lip for a moment before circling his finger around your dripping hole. “Always wanting to jump straight into it. But where’s the fun in that? Hm?”

He licks a broad stripe from your ass all the way to your clit, flicking the small nub only once, smirking at your frustrated whimpers when he doesn’t continue. You need him so fucking badly, need him to use his skilled tongue and mouth on your aching pussy. You try begging him, saying he was the only one who could make you feel good, the only one who could bring out the pretty moans that he loved so much, the only one who could make you dripping wet with just a single look.

You saw the change in his eyes, how much darker they grew with each word that came out of your mouth and you had him right where you wanted him. He ran his tongue through your folds once more before latching onto your throbbing clit, sucking feverishly. You let out a filthy moan, tossing your head back as you run your fingers through his damp bleach blonde hair. 

“Holy fuck, Xav. That feels amazing,” you say as you pull harshly on his hair.

He moaned against your clit, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine and settling deep in your abdomen. He moved down to your entrance, his tongue circling around your hole before dipping inside, his nose brushing against your clit.

Your eyes flutter as his tongue massages your spongy walls, bucking your hips against his face. He licked and sucked his way up to your swollen clit, taking it into his mouth and sucking once more.

The sounds coming out of your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue, the way you’re grinding against his face all go straight to Xavier’s already achingly hard cock. He pumps two fingers in and out of your cunt, bringing you even closer to your orgasm.

He feels your walls clenching around his fingers as he brushes them against that certain spot that makes you unravel. “You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, babe?” He asked, his voice raspy and thick.

You try to speak but all that comes out are whimpers and whines. each swipe of his tongue, of him fucking his fingers into you, of his lips wrapped around your clit, sends your orgasm hurling towards you.

With one more pump of his fingers, you cum, shouting his name without giving one single fuck about who heard you. He smiles as you cum, licking you through your orgasm.

He climbs up your body and kisses you passionately, rubbing the tip of his cock through your folds. “You really want to do this here?” you ask, quirking your eyebrow.

“Here..in the Vanta-c..against a tree..” he says as he pushes his heavy cock into you. “I’ll fuck you all over this goddamn place, in front of whoever.”

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baby tags: @fckinsupreme @wroteclassicaly @1-800-bitchcraft @lovelylangdonx @theinevitableprophecy @codyavocodys

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"Drown In This Love- one shot."

Older college Jim Mason x reader first-time: virgin Jim and virgin reader Inspired by the HIM His Infernal Majesty song It’s All Tears (Drown In This Love). NSFW Warnings: blowjob, eating out, 69'ing, vaginal sex, virginal sex.

Description: You are Jim Mason’s best friend. You meet him on the beach and he becomes your best friend. You start to have feelings for him and one night alone with him decide to tell him how you feel.

Title of work taken from HIM (His Infernal Majesty) song Drown In This Love

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“Bad Romance.”

Co-written with Abby @antichristsxbox

A birthday fic for @blackredrose27

Never was this the plan— staying in an outpost for eighteen months waiting on nothing. Rations had grown short, the same music had grown boring, and most of the same people had grown immensely annoying. You hardly remember anything before coming here at all, save for your fancy plane ride over to the Outpost and small details of life before. But, none of that mattered to you anymore, much less the rest of the World. Small recaptures of your life before couldn’t help the situation you’re in now. Stuck with your gray assistant and gay hairdresser, life could be worse overall. Venable ran a tight ship, but this never bothered you as much as there was nothing to do here anyway. Reading the same few books became boring as most of the ones available in the library were written in Latin, but rereading the few books available in a language you understood seemed to be your only escape. Sometimes Gallant was available to make conversation with you, but he was never too entertaining to be around. Life around the Outpost had grown dull, but life here was so much better than the unimaginable nuclear winter outside. As soot became trapped in the stratosphere, the ashes blocked sunlight from reaching the Earth’s surface, causing crops to stop growing. All seemed lost to anybody that wasn’t dead or escorted to safety as you were, but you paid a hefty price for your ticket to the Outpost, knowing you were going to be one of the only few people able to buy their way in. 

As a loud ringing noise made its way through the Outpost, you and the rest of the residents anticipated the arrival of a new person. Throughout the night, the guests of the Outpost had been scanning the hallways and looking past every creaking door in anticipation of seeing a new face. While the new guest had not presented himself the first night of his arrival, the next morning he made himself known to the rest of the group. Mr. Langdon, an agent from the Cooperative, has just arrived at the Outpost to conduct interviews for the Sanctuary, a safe haven away from the Outposts where human civilization can carry on and flourish. The selection process for the Outpost was selective, although Langdon could take everybody or nobody to the Sanctuary with him. Interviews were to be conducted over the next week or so and questions would not be disclosed prior to the interview. Over the next few days, the Outpost residents had traveled in and out of Langdon’s office. First Gallant, then Coco, and Mallory. Other people were interviewed as well, but you had a hard time keeping track of who had gone already due to your anticipation. Nobody knew their fate and Langdon’s selections yet, but they would as soon as the rest of the interviews had concluded. You began to worry as your interview had not been conducted yet, but you did not want to seem too harsh towards Langdon, so you held off on asking him to schedule the interview.

A special surprise had been planned for the Outpost tonight— a Halloween party. This was truly unlike Venable to insist on such a thing, but perhaps the party was to impress the special guest that is Langdon. A very mysterious man, for sure. Although he has been conducting his interviews over the past few days, he still had not made a decision as to who should join the Sanctuary or who would perish in the Outpost. Your interview had still not been held, but you pushed all your worries about this to the side as you got ready for the Halloween party. Fancy, Victorian-style outfits were to be worn tonight. Gallant had been charged with styling Coco’s hair and helping with her outfit. He did a terrific job as she looked amazing— a high hairstyle on the top of her head and dark red paint on her lips. For your outfit, you decided to use various things from around your room to bring life to a boring dress. Lace from a doily, fabric from an extra bedsheet to make a sash around your waist. Small details from around your room helped to refresh a once-drab frock to a gown fit for an apocalypse party. 

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Meeting Punk!Duncan at a club and having him eat you out in the back of his car because he couldn’t wait to get you home and he’s that good you end up squirting all over him.

Can I just run away with punk!Duncan now? Thank you for the request anon, this made my semi-punk heart very happy! ❤️❤️❤️

The stage was set.

Fugazi reunited for a one-off hometown show at the Fillmore Silver Spring. You finally finished studding the 10-pound leather jacket of your dreams. And you bumped into an intriguing man in the smoking area.

The way his smoke swirled around his head like an ironic halo made your knees weak. The streams danced between his brunette spikes like a spectral obstacle course. The way he inhaled like his life depended on this toke, leaning against the venue wall like he was part of the furniture. The way he grinned as he watched you watching him savour his cigarette.

Wait. He was watching you watching him.

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a lot of bad bitches are following me... thank u for ur service

#only bad bitches follow me