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basaltbutch · 1 year
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oh you know what. remembered i was partially raised by dogs. that might explain some things about me.
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redcandle17 · 1 year
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Cora Reilly’s Bound by Vengeance
I'll admit I initially read this novel just seeking non-con and not expecting much. But oh my God. I got so much more. This story delivered everything my id craved and more!
Cara is the nineteen year old daughter of a high-ranking mobster. Her mother and her friends, who are also the daughters of high-ranking mobsters, live in willful ignorance and consider their menfolk merely businessmen despite knowing that they work for Benedetto Falcone, the head of the mafia in Las Vegas. Cara attends one of Falcone's parties with her parents and notices Growl. Growl is twenty-something in age, Falcone's head enforcer, and only known as Growl or Bastard. She feels attracted to him, and while lost and drunk on champagne, she even introduces herself to him before her mother drags her away.
Growl, meanwhile, knows that Falcone only invites him to parties (invitations he cannot refuse) to provide the other guests with something to gawk at and gossip about. He is Falcone's illegitimate son (though it is not common knowledge who his father is) but he's only regarded and treated as muscle and "a monster" by his father and everyone else.
A few weeks later it's revealed that Cara's father has been stealing from his boss (an automatic death sentence for him and potentially his family) and while her father is in the midst of preparing them to flee, Falcone and several of his men burst into their home. Falcone gives Cara as a gift to Growl (as a deterrent to anyone else thinking of betraying him) before killing her father.
Naturally Cara is deeply upset by everything that's happened. Because of the circumstances and because she's been raised to believe any sex outside marriage is a sin (her mother even shamed her for masturbating) Cara is in emotional turmoil despite enjoying sex with Growl.
Growl has never been loved or treated well by anyone. His mother was a drug-addicted prostitute who didn't abuse him physically but also was never affectionate to him before she was murdered in front of him when he was five years old. He's been abused in one way or another his whole life and he has internalized it to the point that he doesn't think he deserves anything good or even to be treated with basic decency. His only friends are Coco and Bandit, pitbull dogs he rescued from being killed after they got too old to win dog fights.
Although no one's ever been nice or kind to him, Growl tries to be nice to Cara. He buys milk after she says she doesn't drink black coffee. He buys books after she says there's nothing to read in his house. He takes her to visit her mother and to visit her father's unmarked grave after she demands it.
Cara is not immune. The dangerous bad boy + sad damaged boy = Growl is irresistible to her. She both wants to be ravished by him and to comfort him. And he wants to both ravish her and protect her. At the end of Bound by Vengeance he tells her that his real name is Ryan and that he wants to start a new life with her as Ryan Trevisan (AKA an actual person) rather than as Benedetto Falcone’s pet monster Growl. 
Bound by Vengeance has a happy ending for them. But it's their short story in the Born In Blood anthology that truly depicts their happily ever after. Growl accedes to Cara's want for children, despite his fears, and they have two sons. And it is totally adorable to read about him playing with his kids.
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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Lips anon! OOOHHH imagine another man getting touchy with the wife during soccer practice, and Miguel beats the living shit out of him lmao
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Miguel wasn't a violent man, but lately the subject before him was tearing his calm strings almost on purpose. You remained curt and polite towards him, avoiding as much small talk as possible with him, even made sure to show him that no man could actually compete against Miguel.
"Just ignore him" You had said to an apparently calm and serene Miguel that kept giving cold and warning glances at him.
The kids were away, doing a small routine and pre-work out before actually starting the game. Some of the parents took a turn into bringing the kids foods and snacks for later. It was your turn. You were unpacking the beverages in the cooler as Miguel was setting up the table with some lunchables and other baked goods you had prepared. Benjamin was spending a day with Peter and Mayday.
"I'll get the ice." The Parking lot was a few meters away from the field, away from the parents. You took the car's keys and walked over the trunk to get a few packages of ice.
"You need help?" The too familiar and raspy voice made you flinch in uncomfortableness.
"No, Thanks." Your voice was firm, the man, your allegedly fan, was a relative of Victor's dad. A cousin of the sorts. Despite having the previous clash, you somehow had worked it out just for the sake of Gabriela and the team. Still, you all kept your distance from each other to avoid any unnecessary interaction. Until, Alonzo, your fan approached.
"Ah, c'mon preciosa, those bags look heavy."
"Not your business anyways. Kindly, go away, you're making me uncomfortable."
Alonzo held his hands in defense, but your anger made one of the bags to slip and fall from your hands. Alonzo took the bag and touched your shoulder firmly
"Don't you fucking touch me! " You seethed loud enough as you flinched.
"Ay, corazón. You should be grateful that I'm helping you here. Look at the mess you're-"
A loud smack connected to his jaw, doubling him in pain as he stumbled on his feet. Alonzo struggled to keep on his feet as he fell on the floor.
"Como vuelvas a tocar a mi esposa, te rompo más que la puta cara, cabrón!" (If you ever touch my wife again, I'll not only fuck up your fucking face, dipshit.)
He growled as your eyes widened in shock. Some parents had witnessed the whole thing, some approached, Victor's dad included.
The kids were still in their practice, oblivious to the small fight that had broke out.
Alonzo was taken out of the field as Victor's dsd apologized, shame in his face. Alonzo still had the guts to actually threaten Miguel between broken mumbles.
The once familiar ambience dissipated, leaving a tense and awkward energy to linger. It had also been a shock to you, it was the first time in actually seeing Miguel so angry that he went physical on someone.
You remained quiet as you patched his swollen knuckles.
"You ok?" Despite him being the injured one, he asked for your well-being.
"Yeah. just... Let's forget it." your tone meek, as you gently applied ice on his hand.
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jazzyoranges · 5 months
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Wants and Needs
Wednesday Addams x fem!reader
Summary: Wednesday gets jealous. she pegs you for funsies
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Warnings: g!p reader, pegging, strap-on (R receiving), anal, rimming (dw you wash your ass), overstimulation, possessive Wednesday, spanish/italian pet names and phrases, implied werewolf!R, Weds calls you puppy a lot, implied breeding kink, probably ooc Wednesday
Minors DNI!!!
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“Cucciola.”
“Wednesday? What happened? Are you alright?”
“Home. Need… need you now.” Wednesday stumbles into your chest, wrapping her arms around you waist
“Love, how much have you had to drink?”
“D-Doesn’t matter.” The Addams practically growls into your shoulder
“We can’t do anything while you’re intoxicated, Wednesday. C’mon, le-“ your girlfriend pulls you into a searing kiss. She tugs at the nape of your neck, forcing you to grab at her waist to steady yourself
You faintly taste bourbon on her lips as she squeezes the skin just above your pants. Wednesday’s kisses are filled with lust, and something else you can’t exactly pinpoint. When your girlfriend finally pulls away, your lips are swollen due to Wednesday not-so-casually biting them every few seconds. She pulls you into another kiss, and you can’t help but follow her lead
The loud music, the lights, the dancing people, you had no idea why Wednesday even decided to go to a college party in the first place. That said, you’re getting a horny girlfriend out of the experience, so who can really complain? Definitely not you that’s for sure
“W-Wednesday…” You mumble into her lips
“Do you know how long that vampire has been looking at you?” She whispers but somehow you can hear her over the noise You try to turn away to scan your surroundings but Wednesday takes your chin in her hand so your attention is only on her
“She doesn’t deserve your gaze, puppy. Only I am allowed to look at you with lustful eyes.”
“I only have my sights on you, Wednesday,” you kiss her cheek “I promise I’d never look at another woman like how I look at you”
“Infidelity is not something I worry about in our relationship. Perhaps I should carve out her brain so she’ll never be able to have another inappropriate thought about you…” Wednesday mutters the last sentence to herself, but you start getting worried. If both of you don’t leave instantly the night will definitely end in blood. And not the kinky kind
“How about we go home, my love? Maybe a party wasn’t the best of ideas, I apologize”
“No, no. This night has given me the opportunity for me to truly claim you as mine.”
“Alright, let go home now, darling” You sling Wednesday’s arm around your shoulder, leading her to the exit of the apartment. You don’t notice the nasty glare she gives to the vampire
It takes… a considerable amount of time for Wednesday to walk down the 2 flights of stairs considering her stumbling. You opt to carry her halfway down the first set of stairs. Luckily you didn’t park too far from the apartment
You didn’t think it took too long to get to your shared apartment, but a certain Addams definitely had different ideas when she pushed you against the door with lust in her eyes
“Bedroom, now.” Wednesday mumbles in between bites to your neck
“My love, you-“
“You asked me to be your girlfriend on October 15th, 3:24am. I am sober enough to make love to you, cara mia.” Your girlfriend continues to bite and lick your neck, slowly guiding you to your shared bedroom
Wednesday doesn’t waste any time taking off your pants and boxers, revealing your erect penis. You were far too into being dominated than you’d like to admit. Only looking away for a second to take off your shirt, Wednesday already had a black strap-on attached to her hips
Stroking the faux cock with lube, your breath hitches at the sheer length and thickness of it
…Did Wednesday always have that?
“A-Aren’t you going to prep me first?”
“Hm, I’m sure you can take it raw, mi sol.” Your girlfriend presses a kiss to a quickly forming hickey on your neck
“But I suppose I could humor you.” Before you know what’s happening, Wednesday’s tongue is in your ass, and you don’t know how to feel about it
All uncertainties leave your head when she replaces her tongue with a finger. The sensation is new to you and it sends shivers up your spine when she starts to thrust, making you let out an almost pornographic moan. Wednesday enjoys how you’re clenching around her
One finger turns into two and you’re practically in heaven. Usually you were the one that did most of the moving, but having your very hot girlfriend fuck you in a place you’d never been fucked was absolutely melting your brain
“You’re ready, cucciola.”
“W-Wednesday!” You whimper when your girlfriend lifts up your hips and makes you hook your knees around her hips. Sometimes you forget short people can be strong
“Mi sol, tan asombrosa.” Wednesday eases herself into your asshole, and you practically sing at the intrusion. She watches your eyes roll in satisfaction with the tiniest smile on her face. The Addams should’ve indulged in her fantasies much sooner
You were a mess, to say the very least. You were happy with being a service top. Pleasing Wednesday, it made you happy knowing your girlfriend felt good. But this… this was a new sensation you’d love to get used to. If this was Wednesday’s way of slutting you out it was most definitely working
Truly, the Addams wished she could feel the silicone cock being squeezed by your tight asshole. But alas, your noises and reactions were enough to calm Wednesday’s nerves about the party. Only she was able to turn you into a moaning whore. Her slow thrusts became faster, and you’re basically a bumbling whimpering mess when your hole clenches around her cock
Perhaps this was what Wednesday felt when you topped. You’ve never felt so fucking full in your life. Her dick was practically incinerating your guts in the best way possible. To make make matters worse, you felt a familiar feeling bubble up in your lower stomach when Wednesday started to stroke your drooling cock while fucking your ass with even more fervor
The next words Wednesday utters make tears prick at your eyes
“Hold it, puppy.”
“Wednesday, please…” You whine with no avail
“Hold it.” Your girlfriend roughly slaps your ass, leaving a red mark. When you moan she does it again. And again. And again until you’re on the edge of crying. From the pleasure? From the pain? You can’t really tell over the stench of sex wafting around your shared room
Thankfully your girlfriend isn’t fully evil like she thinks
“Cum for me, cara mia.”
Doing as she says, long ropes of cum release from your hardened cock. You’ve never cum so much in your life, and you don’t want to admit that you’re a little disappointed it’s being put to waste on your stomach instead of in your beautiful girlfriend
Wednesday notices this, deciding to lap up the copious amounts of cum off your stomach. After the mind-blowing orgasm you just had, all you wanted to do was return the favor. You try to get up but unfortunately Wednesday pushes you down
“This is about you, mi sol.” The Addams sighs at the salty taste of your cum. When she’s finished, you wipe the excess off her chin and take a taste for yourself
“Thank you, Wednesday.” You bring your girlfriend closer to you, cuddling into her naked chest while pulling the blankets over your shoulders
“Qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio.” Wednesday leaves a kiss on your forehead as you drift off to sleep
cucciola - puppy
mi sol, tan asombrosa - my sun, so amazing
cara mia - my darling
qualsiasi cosa per te, tesoro mio - anything for you, my darling
(all google translated, pls cut me some slack lol)
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charlesslut16 · 10 months
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summary : Max and you talked, so charles got jealous...
PAIRING : charles leclerc x fem!reader
WARNINGS : +18. SMUT, oral(female receiving), dirty talk, badly translated french and italian, curse words, unprotected sex (be safe!)
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You were standing in the Red Bull racing garage speaking with Daniel, Christian and max. Charles had just gotten a DNF, while Max was the first one on the podium.
Charles stormed into the Red Bull garage, said hello to the three of them and got a hold of your wrist, so he could pull you with him into his driver's room. Once you both were in his room and stood in front of him. 
"Vous a-t-il touché?" he said in a low growl. Approaching you like a predator catching his prey.  His eyes were a storm. His face was touched with... violence. Did he touch you?
" Pourquoi la merde vous en soucie-t-elle?" You snapped, not getting why he was suddenly so interested in your love life. He was close enough to fill your senses with his scent. Why the fuck do you care?
"Answer my fucking question, mia cara." charles snapped back. 
"And what if he did?" You were playing with fucking fire, you knew it, but you couldn't seem to stop challenging him.
His hands were trembling when they reached for you. You sucked in a sharp breath when his hot skin touched you around his neck very lightly. His breath hit your lips when he dangerously deep said :
"Then he will be a dead man at the end of the day. I'm going to repeat this question for the very last time, ma jolie fille. DID. HE. PUT. HIS. HAND. ON. YOU?"
You narrowed your eyes at him, anger vibrated in your veins. Only through clenched teeth, you managed to say, "Not yet. But that doesn't mean-" his mouth crashed onto yours, stopping you from forming, your sentence any further.
You wanted to push him away. You wanted to pull him closer. Not only that, but you wanted to taste every part of his body. You bit your lip. You could taste his blood on his tongue when he pushed it right in to your mouth.
Having you breathless all over again. It looked like he was forcing himself to pull away from you. Like you were acid that he didn't want to touch when he lowly said through heavy breaths.
"S’il vous a touché ce qui vous semble, ce qui a du goût et qui ressemble au mien, il sera un homme mort, vengeur. Vous détenez le pouvoir sur sa vie. Décidé si vous vouliez le gaspiller ou non." If he touched you what feels, tastes and looks like mine, he'll be a dead man, vengeance. You hold the power over his life. Decided if you wanted to waste it or not.
"I'm not yours"
"And that's where you are very wrong, mia cara" charles answered before he took both of your wrist over your head and pushed you against the wall of charles drivers' room.
You looked at him speechless. You wanted to tell him to fuck him self, but no words came out of your mouth. Every ounce of self-control left your body as you saw the look in his eyes. Full of lust and anger.
"Vous n’avez pas une grande gueule maintenant, n’est-ce pas?" You do not have a big mouth now, do you?
Before you could say something, he kissed you, putting one of his on your face and the other hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, so you couldn't get away.
Without breaking the kiss, he pulled the straps of your dress down and pulled it down fully, so you were only standing in front of him in your panties, bra and high heels. Charles broke the kiss and looked you up and down and said :
"Tu fais vraiment comme si tu étais fait pour moi. Seulement moi." You truly do like you were made for me. Only me.
He pulled you against him again, so he could pull you to his couch and push you on it. As you laid on the bed, Charles crawled over you and kissed you again, while he opened your bra and threw it on the floor.
"Charles please"
"Use your word, mon amour"
"Please... Please fuck me..."
"I think you need a punishment, for nearly letting him touch you."
Charles answered as he pulled your panties down, threw them away, looked you up and down, now fully naked, and pulled you a bit down, so your feet were dangling off the couch.
He kneeled before the couch and kissed your thighs up until your pussy came into his view. He looked at your face for consent and thrusted one finger in your pussy.
You moaned as he thrusted another finger in your pussy and then another, until you were on the edge of cumming on his fingers, but charles pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean.
"Charles, no... Please don't stop."
"You deserve it, mia cara"
Charles then pushed his fingers into you gain, until you were on the urge to cumming again, as he pulled his fingers out again. He did this for so long until you were overstimulated.
"I think you learned your lesson to never let anyone other than me touch you. Never"
As he said that, he unbuttoned his race suit, until it laid on the floor. Charles pulled you up a bit and crawled over you. He grabbed his cock and then thrusted into your pussy.
He didn't give you any adjustment time, as he thursted into you fast and full of lust. Not only that, but he grabbed your throat with one hand and gave it a light squeeze, while the other hand held you down, so you didn't get away.
"Tu ne t’évades pas, bébé. Vous prendrez tout ce que je donne." You don't get away, baby. You will take everything I give. 
"Tu étais faite pour moi, ma princesse, n’est-ce pas ? Tout à moi pour maintenant et toujours." you were made for me, my princess, weren't you? All mine for now and always.
After a bit, his thrust got slower and sloppier, which gave you the signal that he was near cumming.  You felt the familiar knot inside your stomach. He put his hand on your stomach.
"You feel me here, don't you, princess. Deep in your stomach."
You only nodded at him, as he came deep inside you with a moan. You did the same, you came around his cock with a loud pornographic moan. He stayed a bit inside you until he pulled out of you.
"Alors, qu’est-ce que c’était que de ne pas être à moi?" So what was that about not being mine? 
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yawnderu · 6 months
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so I saw u were taking requests and I wanted to request something lolol (I don’t have to write this if u don’t want to lolol)
prince!miguel x evilwitch!reader? Where the reader kidnaps miguel to try and torture him with their magic but miguel gets a crush on them instead
cw: edging, vulgar language, ruined orgasms, blowjobs, rough sex, ass fingering, creampie, implied anal, Miguel whimpers, pure filth.
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"Cállate." Miguel barked as you kept teasing him, his handsome face turned into a frustrated snarl, fangs bared as you simply tightened up the dark magic rope constricting his body.
It has been two weeks since you kidnapped Miguel in hopes of getting him to tell you the location of an ancient flower that you need for potions, yet he refuses to tell you.
No matter how much you beat and torture him, this man doesn't break, so you decided to approach the issue at hand differently. This is the fifth orgasm you've ruined for him, denying him of the privilege of cumming. He let out a frustrated growl, struggling against the rope uselessly.
Your hand kept working his thick cock up and down, his precum leaking down on it like a faucet, mixing in with the sweat that dripped down his forehead. Miguel was a strong man, yet the way one of your hands worked his shaft while the other one fondled his big balls had him weak. Any other man would have fallen for your charm, no? Miguel tried convince himself, he tried his best to ignore the way you teasingly kissed his dick, to look away and pretend this wasn't happening, yet you always know how to get him to react.
"Eyes on me, pretty boy." You command, teasingly licking the slit of his dick. That earns you a sharp hiss, his heart rate accelerating and his body heat increasing as your hand moves faster up and down his dick. This time you take it a step further, putting his tip inside your mouth as your tongue teasingly licks circles all over it. Miguel thrusts his hips up and you allow him to fuck into your mouth, the salty taste of his precum mixed in with tears and sweat instantly hitting your mouth.
Just as you can feel his dick throb you pull away with a loud "pop", shooting him a smug smirk as a strangled whimper comes out of his lips. His hips are still slightly thrusting up, hoping to get any sort of relief.
"You look so pathetic like this, principito." You tease, not touching him for a few seconds as you take in the sight in front of you. It's comical, almost, with Miguel's behemoth frame tied down to a chair, fully clothed as only his cock and balls are out of the expensive fabric of his pants, your saliva and his precum already staining the clothing yet neither of you seem to care. Miguel only wants to cum, and you only want to tease him. Something about the man whose pridefulness is always on his shoulders like a weight crumbling down and whining like a bitch is doing things to you.
"Por favor... por favor, let me cum. Just once, brujita, please." He begs pathetically, groaning as your hand goes back to fastly rub up and down his massive cock. Your fingers can't even fully wrap around it, yet Miguel doesn't seem to care
"Ay, así..." He slowly thrusts his hips up to make you jerk him off faster, his eyes closed as his full focus goes to how damn good your hand feels wrapped around his length. He's blubbering nonsense in Spanish as his hips thrust harder and you stop moving your hand, allowing him to jerk himself off using your hand.
"Dios mío... te quiero embarrar la cara de leche." He speaks softly, half-lidded eyes looking down at you. Miguel looks completely out of a porno, a slight red tint to his tanned cheeks and mouth slightly ajar as his gaze focuses on you with pure adoration. You see his eyes roll to the back of his head when you start moving your hand again, working his shaft all the way from the base to the tip. He drops his head back, groans and deep whiny whimpers leaving his mouth as he focuses on the pleasure.
"Mi amor... mi vida, me voy a—" He cries out as you remove your hand again, ruining his orgasm for what seems like the thousandth time. Miguel is about to protest until he sees you starting to lift up your skirt, turning around and looking back at him with a smug grin that shows you're up to no good. You hold his cock as you sit on his lap, teasingly rubbing the thick length between your soaking wet folds just enough for Miguel to let out a strangled moan, his forehead resting on the back of your shoulder as tears begin rimming his eyes. He wants to cum so bad— he needs to cum so badly.
"Por favor." He pleads, voice barely above a whisper, and you comply. You lift your ass enough to line up his thick uncut tip to your soaking wet cunt, hissing softly as you begin to sink down, feeling him complete stretch you out. It stings, and yet it feels too good to stop. You take a few seconds before slowly grinding on his dick, moving up at down as he stirrs up your insides, throaty groans and whines coming out of Miguel from behind you as he thrusts his hips up, fucking into you desperately.
"Please, please, I can't—" He mumbles out your name like a mantra, already picturing the moment you'll pull away and ruin his orgasm again, yet you don't pull away this time. You bounce on his fat cock faster, your tight, warm walls engulfing him completely as your hand goes down to rub your hard clit, the other one gripping his meaty thigh for support as you slam down his dick harder.
Miguel can't take it anymore, groaning out your name as he thrusts his hips harder and faster into you, ramming himself into you in a way only a man with his size and stamina could. You're so lost in pleasure you don't fully register the strong arms wrapping around your waist, holding you from behind as Miguel uses your own body as leverage to fuck balls deep into you, drawing a sharp hiss out of your pretty lips.
Just when you're about to look back and see how the fuck he got out of the bindings, your body is being ragdolled and moved until you're in all fours on the floor, his big palm forcefully making your back arch as he fucks into you at an unlawful pace. You're not ruining his orgasm this time— not when he's finally free from your magic and can move you around to his pleasure. His hand moves up to your hips once he realizes you'll keep it arched, ramming into you as he gets on one knee, his meaty thigh against your side as he pushes all the way inside, heavy balls slapping your clit.
"Who looks pathetic now, huh, princesa?" He asked teasingly between sharp breaths, his gaze dropping down at the way your squelching cunt is completely swallowing him up, your lips gripping his fat cock making him smirk. His hands go lower, spreading your cheeks apart as he spits into your puckered hole, teasing it with his thumb before he eases it into you, grinning as he can feel his dick moving between the thin layers of flesh.
"¿Te gusta por el culo? You always looked slutty to me." He was clearly trying to get into your head, to be petty for those two weeks you kept him captured, and for all those ruined orgasms. Your cunt tightening up on him as you came made him groan, his thumb still moving into your asshole as his hips stuttered, giving a few sloppy thrusts before pushing himself all the way inside, finally being able to cum with a loud growl. It was easily the most intense orgasm Miguel has ever had, that much is clear by the way his thick, creamy cum is dripping out of you even when his fat cock is still pushed all the way inside.
"We're not done here, brujita." He says teasingly, pulling his hard dick out of your cunt before he lines it up with your asshole.
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mazdoe · 1 year
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5 More Minutes 
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Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem! Girlfriend reader.
Summary: It's your first time waking up next to Wednesday, and she gets unusually cuddly.
Warnings: Non just Fluff. Possessive Wednesday. Aged up Wednesday to 18. Englisch is not my first Language.
You feel the blanket shift around you, striping you of warmth and comfort, "Just 5 more minutes Thing" Wednesday demands as her hands find their way around your waist, hauling you´r still sleeping form closer to her chest.
Finally waving Thing off for good, Wednesday nestled her hear head in the back of you neck breathing in your sweet scent. Leaving a trail of small pecks there before drifting off to sleep once again, it was the weekend after all and for the first time in her live she feels like sleeping in is a good idea, even tho she tells herself it's only because you are so fragile and weak that you need the extra sleep.
Wednesday has been up for several minutes when you began to stiere awake in her arms.
Rolling around till you face her. A smile tugging at your Lips as you feel her intense stare. "Good Morning my little Nightmare" you exclaim happily, staring right into the raven-haired girls eyes.
For some time she stays silent, just drinking in your beauty before she inches closer, hands reaching out to cup your face.
You feel the heat rising to your cheeks at Wednesday's intense gaze. As she leaned in closer, your breath mingling with hers as she carefully brushes her lips against yours. "I find you most enchanting Cara Mia".
with a slight jerk she pulls you onto her lap, wrapping her arms tight around your torso, while your hand rest on her chest as Enid stormed in "Y/N we need your help with this years poe cup planning"
"No!" Wednesday almost growled. "She stays here!"
"I am sorry Enid but I think I have to stay here for now" you give her an apologetic smile before turning your gaze back to Wednesday.
"Oh ok" Enid whispers as she hurry´s out of the room. In the corner of your eye you see Wednesday still staring daggers at were Enid stood just a second ago. In an stamp to soothe her you peper kisses along her cheek.
"You know I kinda like it when you get possessive, but right now I kinda just want to cuddle more" with that she pulls your head onto her chest pressing kisses to you forehead while her Hands stroke along your back coaxing you into sleep.
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aliveinacoffin · 10 months
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Miguel O'Hara fluff
A spider-reader has the fattest crush on Miguels fat ass.
And maybe he does too.
Have a crush on your ass, not his.
Also more than likely ooc but we both know if you're here you don't mind. (I'm so sorry)
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"I do not!" You huffed out, throwing your arms up.
"Oh come on, literally everyone here has noticed your thing for Miguel." Jess laughed, setting her hip on the table while she looked through her watch.
"Even if I do, he one hundred percent doesn't feel the same." You sighed, setting your feet down from the metal table. Your spider eyes wide and to the sky, your mask hid the deep frown you had.
Jess looked up to you, and even though she couldn't see your face, she could tell that you were upset. You didn't bounce back to your usual positivity and silliness, instead replaced by silence.
"I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just teasing you." She rubbed your shoulder affectionately.
"I know, thanks mom." You brushed her hand away, chuckling airily. Getting up you leaned over the table to oversee all the science-y papers that had accrued.
"On the tone of mom...."
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"It's so cute! Jess is really excited to have a baby. I just wished she hadn't told me her and her husband have been trying for awhile." You said.
"Good for her! I'll have to ask her more about it later." Sun spider, or Charlotte as you've come to know her, said. She already had been jotting everything down in her notebook for the Spider-Weekly, a weekly magazine made for the spiders in the verse, by the other spiders.
It wouldn't make front page, maybe somewhere in the drama section.
"Yeah, she's really excited to be a mom." You had your back turned, your attention focused solely on following the recipe to make more web. You didn't notice the door open to the private lab, or Sun-Spider panicking to do something 'important.'
"Whose excited to be a mother?" A deep voice growled out, commanding in the way the question was asked.
"Jess! Haven't you-" You turned around, the smirk you wore dropped when you saw him.
Miguel.
Miguel O'Hara, or Spiderman 2099 stood towering over you, serious face and a deadly look in his eyes.
He was always so deadpanned, Miguel always wanted spiders to focus on missions and missions only. He never liked gossip, and any time you came in to spill the tea, he did everything in his power to ignore you. Which is why recently you had to go to new avenues, like Sun-spider. It wasn't like she wasn't your friend, you two just weren't that close.
"Uhhh, Jeeeeess???" You winced out. You weren't really I'm the mood to get scolded at, especially not with company. But leaning over, you saw that Sun had abandoned you.
Miguel's eyebrows went up a fraction, such a fast and small movement that if you hadn't been staring at him you wouldn't have noticed.
"I wasn't aware of that." He simply stated, looking over to see what you were doing. He called out your name, quickly taking the vials you were holding.
"Hey! I was working on that." You leaned over to see what he was doing, encroaching on his personal space, his weird hologram suit fizzing gently against your felt one.
"Well, you were doing it wrong, mensa." Miguel said, annoyed. So annoyed that he had to help you doing such a simple task.
"Hey! I may be a no sabo kid, but I know what that means, pendejo." You huffed out, you watched him quickly mix together a variety of liquids and chemicals. Quickly transferring and stirring each step of the way.
"Of course you'd know all the curse words." His brown eyes met yours, a bored look on his face.
"I do not! I know like, simple shit. Yo comprendo un pocito tambíen, cara de caca." You cackled, turning around to hang up your lab coat.
You missed the way he hung his head and smiled, holding back a silent chuckle.
"¿Sí? Veo que eres bilingüe." Miguel straighted his hunched over form, looking to you over his shoulder.
You stared at him, slowly piecing together what he said. "Hey kiss my ass!" You threw a random manilla folder at him.
He caught it before anything could spill out, surprisingly fast for a man with no spidey senses.
"I'd rather not."
You rolled your eyes at his serious response, and came over back to the table. "Thanks! Though, could've totally done this myself." You shrugged, putting out an overconfident personality.
"Yeah, that's why it wasn't on the verge of exploding. How you managed that is beyond me." Miguel shook his head, rolling his eyes. Watching you refil your web slinger.
Silence filled the room while you completed the simple task, the air tense.
"You haven't come to me in a while. I thought you went AWOL." He said, simple words you were waiting for him to utter.
"W-well. I've been turning in my reports on time. Just as long and descriptive as always." You shrugged, not meeting his intense gaze.
"That's not what I meant."
He meant the fact that you hadn't come to his office to complain the the printer wasn't working, or that the morning was horrid as always, or the drama in the office.
The truth? You started to look forward to speaking to him, seeking it to quell the loneliness that was left after the butterflies. You started to avoid the feeling of your fave heating and the speed of your heart, knowing that the stoic man would literally never feel the same.
"I just-got...busy?" It was more of a question than a statement, unsure of your answer.
"How? You've done nothing but prance around as usual."
Okay, um wow, ick.
Just kidding, his ass was too fat to get the ice.
"Hey! I'm a busy spider person! I have many, spider things to do." You were waving your hands around. You turned on your heel, going to walk out before a strong hand literally covered your shoulder.
"Wait, did I....do something?" Miguels voice drastically changed, stern to soft in seconds. His eyes were searching yours too.
"I-no, it's just. I don't know man, I'm sorry." You admitted, eyes looking down while you played with your hands.
"If-if I did something, you should come to me to fix it, as your superior you should always report to me." Miguel said, sliding his hand off your shoulder, and his usual face of stoicism came sliding back on.
That as well, Miguel was technically your boss, the man you scouted you out and now that you work under.
"I know. That...this doesn't have to do with that."
"Then what-what is impending your work." He was stretching, you knew that, but you couldn't just tell him, hey I'm totally in love with you but I know you don't feel the same so that's why I'm avoiding you!
Things don't work that way.
"Nothing it's just...it's nothing really, it's fine." You turn back around, missing the way Miguel reached out to stop you.
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A ding made Miguel O'Hara look up from the feed he was watching. He turned behind him, looking at the new report that just came in. It was from you.
Miguel filed it away from later.
He had once complained to you how long they were, and how he didn't need to know every detail. You made a point after that to make them even longer and lengthier.
He would never, never admit it out loud, but he liked to read them just before bed. He loved your writing, how he could just step in and be there, like he was there with you, fighting alongside you.
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"Miguel?" Your voice was unsure, timid. You couldn't see the platform he was usually brooding on, and you stepped out to try and find him.
Your face dropped to an annoyed when you saw him slowly descending from his throne.
"When are you gonna make that thing faster?" You called out.
"I do it so it so my work isn't disturbed further." Miguel said pointedly. You climbed up the platform when it got close enough, pushing away the floating screens from your face.
"I brought you lunch! I didn't see you at the cafeteria so..." You shook the box, and put it down on his desk.
The awkward silence hung on the air again, before you couldn't bear it, but the beating of your heart made you falter.
The sight of Miguels' handsome face and built body made your heart pound and stomach twist.
You mentally slapped your face before you took a deep breath in.
"So did you hear about plush spider-man and Toy Spiderman?"
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"You should return to your universe." Miguel had waited until the two of settled in silence to say something. Usually, you ranted for awhile before you were called into a mission.
But this time, nothing pulled either of you away. And Miguel listened while you talked, it was mostly you anyway. At first when you started to bug the older man, you didn't know if he was listening or not, but you saw how his ears perked up and how he'd subtly remind you of details of stories that you'd told.
"Woowwww, you're kicking me out? I'm not that annoying, am I?' You looked up at him from where you were hanging, a fake hurt look coming to your face.
"You are, and you should leave." He didn't even look back to you, only reading some article or report.
"Miggyyyyy." You called out for him. He hated it when you used that nickname, but you loved watching him shake his head.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and watched what he was doing with your head on his shoulder. A massive shit eating grin decorated your face as he tensed and glared at you. You ignored your racing heart and hot face just to see the look on his.
He didn't push you off there, merely pausing for a moment before resuming his work. "You know I hate that nickname, it's annoying and unprofessional."
"Unprofessional? Because we're all a super serious business, a super legit business too." You laughed.
Miguel rolled his eyes, they constantly flick from your face to his work.
"Whatcha doiiinn." You rested your chin on his head, quickly getting bored.
"Working. Like you should be doing." He said, exasperated.
You made a fart sound, "Working is for nerds, me? I'm a cool guy." You walked away from him, getting ready to jump off the platform before you looked back at him. Shocked to see he was staring at you.
There was silence, again. Something so unusual for you two, for you.
"Yeah?" You asked, timid.
"Theres...." Miguel stood up, turning to you fully. "Lunch, tomorrow. Would you...like to go out for lunch tomorrow? There's a special going on at some place downtown, and I thought it'd be something that you'd enjoy."
You blinked owlisly at him, this was so...out of character for him. And he seemed apprehension, like every word he said was like pulling teeth. His fave seemed more red, his skin making it more apparent since he already had a reddish undertone.
"I-I'd love to! I mean," You cleared your throat, and stood up straight, putting on a serious persona, "Yeah sure its whatever." You snifged, wiping your nose to try and look cool.
Miguel gave you a blank stare, but unlitmatly rolling his eyes to let out a chuckle. The sight was something to behold, especially from your serious leader.
"I'll see you tomorrow! And I expect you to be wearing people clothes, since we'll be going out as people!" You laughed, jumping down and running from the platform.
Miguel just let out a fond sigh as he watched you leave. And he turned around to Lyla giving him a smug look.
He scowled, "I don't want a word from you."
She mimicked zipping her lips closed, smirking.
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jennaortegasshoes · 8 months
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Mirrored out
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Warning: g!p w, fem r, p in v, tiny bit of fingering but only a second, mirror sex, rough Wednesday, use of a knife (once)
DNI IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE!! I am not in charge of what you read. Read at your own risk.
PROOF READ STILL MAYBE SOME MISTAKES , STRAIGHT INTO IT.
"strip for me cara mia, wanna see that beautiful body" she hums behind you, her cock straining against her uniform.
you nod, keeping eye contact with her through the mirror, removing your white 'fleetwood mac' baggy t-shirt and kicking off your biker shorts revealing the red silky set your wearing underneath.
she hums in satisfaction of the undergarments you chose to wear "so dirty for me y/n, wearing that under your clothes just for me, such a slut." she growls, her voice dropping a tone or two.
you flush a hot red dropping the eye contact between the two of you "how much do you love this set princess?" she traces hot kisses down your neck, itching for your reply.
"i- i uhm its not my favourite" you gulp looking up at her through the mirror, she hums and raises a blade towards the hem of your underwear, pushing the tip of her knife in enough so she can rip them in half.
She shoves them into her blazer pocket before repeating the same action on your bra. "so beautiful baby" she nibbles at your neck, you let out a low whimper and press one of your hands onto the mirror infront of you.
"oh wens, i need you so bad" you felt the pool of arousal grow in your stomach, she licks her lips at the statement and pulls her cock out from underneath her long skirt. "gonna ruin you so bad sweet girl." she runs her fingers along your slit humming at how wet you've become. "so wet and ready for me cara mia"
you groan and push yourself backwards against her abdomen, trying to get some kind of friction to get yourself off. "Your so needy, poor thing" she pushes one finger into your pussy, you whimper at the feeling and buck your hips but she pulls her finger out, a string of your arousal following before she slips it into your mouth. You obey and suck on her finger moaning at the sweet taste of yourself.
"such a dirty girl, moaning at the taste of yourself" she guides her tip towards the entrance of your pussy "i thought you were my innocent girl, hm? but your so dirty" she thrusts into you, bottoming you out to get you used to the feeling of her inside of you.
you close your eyes and wince at the slight feeling of pain from the harsh thrust "go Wednesday, need to feel you.... so bad" you groan and open your eyes to stare at yourself in the mirror, feeling slightly more aroused at the position you are in.
"anything for you my sweet girl" she pulls her cock out leaving only the tip in before thrusting back in and maintaining a paste-full rhythm.
you moan, loving the feeling of her cock hitting that one spongey spot that has you feeling euphoric "o-oh god Wednesday, just like that b-baby" you whimper as you watch your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock, your so tight" she hisses. "wanna feel you come around my cock sweet girl"
you felt that familiar knot tighten in your stomach, you knew you were close and so did Wednesday "d-dont stop, dont stop!" You screamed throwing your head back to rest on wednesdays shoulder.
"such a good girl" she moans feeling her own orgasm building up "cum for me, cum around my cock princess" she whimpers her thrusts becoming sloppier by the minute.
you let out a pornographic scream before your orgasm crashes over you, you feel like your floating on a cloud, the pleasure is amazing, wednesdays orgasm isnt far behind as she releases her load into your pussy painting your walls a creamy white.
you fall to the floor wednesday falling next you, both of you panting like dogs. "fuck that was good baby" she groans, you hum removing hair that was stuck to your forehead.
"so how about a round 2?"
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molly-ghuleh · 9 months
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Broom Closet - Copia x afab!reader
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Just 1.8k words of pure smut with a little fluff mixed in at the end!
Reader is afab but gender is not specified.
Warnings: nsfw! Oral (reader receiving), masturbation, rough-ish, overstimulation, semi-public, praise kink, established relationship (kinda)
enjoy! AO3 link
You have never been more thankful for broom closets. 
You’re currently crammed inside of one such closet with your back pressed against the door. The space smells of cleaning chemicals and mildew and the handle of a mop keeps falling against your shoulder. Your foot occupies the space where a few boxes of supplies had rested, before the Cardinal had shoved your leg up to your chest and buried his face in your cunt. 
“Hai un sapore divino, dolce,” Copia mumbles against your wet heat. The low timbre of his voice sends vibrations through your body and right back to the bundle of nerves currently trapped between his lips. Usually, Copia likes to be intimate when he gives you pleasure. His tongue lathes over your neck, your chest, down to your abdomen before he even thinks about touching you where you want him. And when he does touch you, it’s with such a gentle reverence that you feel like your pussy is the altar he worships at, and his tongue is the vehicle with which he delivers his orgasmic offerings. He’ll make you come with his tongue, and then again with his tongue and his fingers, and even once with a toy he’d bought as a surprise. 
Usually. 
Today, Copia did not want to take his time. He’d sent a ghoul to you with a handwritten note, asking you to meet him in his office at your earliest convenience. But when he’d taken your arm in a corridor halfway to his office, a little less gently than he usually does, you had a feeling that he meant to write ‘immediately’. He had yanked you into the broom closet and slammed the door behind you before some unassuming sibling could turn the corner and see him ravishing you in the hallway. “You did not wake me up before you left this morning, cara,” Copia said when he had you pressed against the closed door. “I had the most sinful dream about you… I was very much looking forward to having you this morning, but you were gone when I awoke.” Copia rasped those words against your lips, taking your mouth in a hasty kiss. His gloved hands dug into the dip in your waist and tugged you into him, hard enough that you could feel just how hard he was for you through his cassock. As his hands trailed down your sides, his mouth dipped below yours to press wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “You left me wanting, dolce.” He took the backside of your knee in one hand and lifted it up to press your thigh flush against your abdomen, and you gasped and how open you were against him. “Can you stay just like this for me?” Copia asks against your skin, and you know he’s not really asking, so you prop your foot up on a shelf and keen into him when he kneels to press kisses against your inner thighs. 
“I… I had to–” you began to explain, breathless at Copia’s desperation to taste you, but your words trailed away from you at a sharp bite he gave your thigh. “Keep quiet, cara, we would not want someone to hear you,” Copia practically growled. You could feel his hot breath ghost over your underthings, which you are positive were already soaked. He moved the fabric aside with one finger and hummed. “Ah, already so wet for me? I have barely touched you.” Your hips jerked forward at the slightest touch of his fingers. You brought a tightly-clenched fist to your mouth to muffle your desperate whines, while your other hand buried itself in his hair. Copia didn’t hesitate, didn’t waste time teasing you like he loves to do. When he opened you up to him, he dove in like a man starved, and purred those wicked words into your cunt. 
“Hai un sapore divino, dolce. Give me more of your sweet nectar.” Two of his gloved fingers slide into your opening with ease, and already you’re on the brink of a release. This thing–you’re not sure what to call it yet–you have with Copia is new, and you’ve never seen him so urgent in his desire. He takes pleasure in pleasuring you, enjoying the slow buildup of an orgasm rather than an animalistic rutting as a means to an end. But now… now he laps at your clit like he’ll die if you don’t cum all over his face. 
His fingers curl up just right to find the spot that makes your body burn white-hot. Briefly you marvel at how it only took him a few times in bed with you to memorize exactly where your most sensitive areas are and how you like to be touched. He’d learned your body quickly, translating your moans and twitches with the same ease he translates ancient, unholy texts. Copia had studied every inch of skin, every dip and freckle and scar of you until he could read you fluently, and soon he could make you cum quicker and harder than you could make yourself.  
But you can’t focus on singing his praises when his fingers drag against your insides like that. 
Copia hums against your clit when he feels you squeeze his fingers. “Yes, dolce,” he growls, and you look down at him through hazy eyes to see that at some point he’d freed himself from his pants. His cock is swollen and angry-looking—or, it seems that way, from what you can see through the quick pumps of his fist. There’s already a layer of his slick coating his hand and oh, fuck, it makes you even wetter to know that just eating you out had made him so hard. 
“C-Copia,” you whine. You’re teetering so close to the edge on his tongue, but there’s something you need, something that’s missing— 
Copia adds a third finger to your pussy but doesn’t falter his rhythm. This stretch is more akin to when his cock is inside you, and yes, right there, right there-!
“Do you want to cum, tesoro? Hm?” 
You frantically nod with your eyes screwed shut, your fingers practically dragging him deeper into your cunt by his hair. You know he likes it when you beg for him though, so you gasp, “Please, let me cum—“ 
“Then cum.” 
It’s like you crash through glass. Your vision goes white, your heartbeat pounds in your ears, and your whole body explodes into pleasure as you cum on his fingers and tongue. He licks you through it at the same pace he set at the beginning until you’re spent and shaking. You expect him to stop when your hand goes from pulling him into you to pushing him away, but he doesn’t. 
He doesn’t stop. 
“F-fuck, Copia, please,” you whine. His fingers still prod at that spot inside of you with terrible accuracy. It makes your legs tremble so violently that you nearly topple to the floor. 
Copia’s deep, hoarse laugh vibrates against your over sensitive clit and you yelp. “I know you can give me another one, cara. Do you—merda—do you think you can cum again? Just like this?” 
You can hear the quiet squelch of his hand sliding along his cock, and you know he’s close. The delicious sounds he makes are higher now, and breathier. You’ve heard those sounds in your ear, against your neck, moaned into your mouth. But to hear his desperate groans muffled in your pussy… Yes, you can definitely cum for him again. 
You’re already so close to your second orgasm because of how sensitive you are from the first. Copia’s rough groans only fuel the mounting pleasure, and you can already tell that this orgasm will be just as intense as the first. 
Copia slowly takes his fingers out of your clenching hole and you whine at the loss. A pathetic little chorus of please please please spills from your lips, but dies off into a loud moan when you see that he’s spreading your juices around his cock to stroke himself faster and smoother. His hips jerk into his fist and he meets your eyes, sliding his sinful tongue from your clit to tease your entrance. His nose—fuck, his nose—presses so perfectly against your clit and you whine his name again. 
“Cum on my face again, dolce,” Copia demands against your dripping cunt. “Sì, ride my face, take your pleasure from me, amore, fuck—“ 
And oh, if your first orgasm was like crashing through a window, your second is like falling from it. 
This time your legs do buckle underneath you and you slide down the closet door until you’re kneeling in front of Copia. The hand that’s not frantically stroking himself flies forward to stroke you through the shocks of pleasure. You’re sure your tailbone will be bruised from landing so hard on your ass but you don’t care, not when Copia is chanting your name like a ritual incantation and praising you all through your orgasm. 
Once you begin to push his hand away, it comes to rest on your thigh, squeezing it like he’d fall off a cliff if he let go. Copia tips his head back, his brows furrowed, and you know he’s painfully close. You lean forward to sweep your lips across his cheek and to his ear. 
“You did so good for me, Copia,” you whisper, your voice a little gravelly. “So, so good. Come on, cum for me, Cardinal…” 
Copia’s hips jerk forward as he cums. He cries your name in a high-pitched whine and you make a note to ask him later why he hadn’t told you about his very obvious praise kink. You coo at him, stroking his thighs and pressing tender kisses to the skin just below his ear, until his breath slows and he slumps against you. 
“Perdonami,” Copia whispers. “I… I have been thinking of you all day, since I woke up to an empty bed…” 
You place your palms against his cheeks and kiss him softly, sweetly. You can taste yourself on his lips. “It’s alright,” you say gently. He seems to relax a little bit when you meet his worried gaze. “Copia, that was incredible, but I won’t leave again without waking you up first. If… if you want me to stay the night again, that is.” 
“Yes! Eh—I mean, sì, I would—I would like you in my bed… I-I mean—“ 
You cut him off with another tender kiss, smiling as you do. “Breathe, my darling,” you shush him. “Just say what you’re thinking, it’s alright.” 
Copia sighs into your mouth. “Thank you, tesoro… What I mean to say is, I would like you to spend the night with me. Eh, permanently.” 
You feel your face heat like his own wasn't just nose-deep in your pussy. “…Permanently?” 
“Sì, well, you already have a toothbrush in my bathroom, and you only like to sleep in my shirts, and I do sleep better when you are with me,” Copia rushes out. It almost seems like he’d prepared a list of reasons why you should spend every night with him. Honestly, that would be something he’d do. 
You smile. “I’d love to, Copia,” you say against his lips, and kiss him again. 
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writing-rat · 4 months
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Horny Pup
Pairings: Wednesday x Reader x Enid
Content: Smut, Enid in heat, threesomes,
Summary: Enid has entered heat, Wednesday needs your help.
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It was meant to be a normal day but it wasn’t. Enid had unexpectedly entered heat. Luckily Wednesday had classes so she didn’t have to worry during class time. She just left Enid to her own devices (or toys and plushies in her case) and decided to warn their other girlfriend during classes.
“Cara mia, Enid is in heat. Can you come over during my writing hour?” Wednesday asked you. You proceeded to look up and smiled, nodding. 
“That’s early though, isn’t it?” You asked confused, knowing she was a week early for heat. Wednesday nodded.
“I will study why it happened but for now I need you to help me. You know what she is like during heat,” Wednesday explained. You nodded with a smile. 
“Of course,” you spoke and kissed her cheek gently before she hugged you and kissed you on the lips in return. 
“Te amo,” she responded, as you were nodding. “I love you too babe,” you answered before you both walked to classes together, holding hands. 
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It was soon 5 pm, and Wednesday’s writing hour had started. Usually, there was the tapping of the typewriter, except there wasn’t yet. “Enid, get off,” Wednesday spoke as casually as she could. Enid just whined and whimpered before she started to hump Wednesday’s leg, needing to just pleasure someone or something. Preferably her mates. She kept humping as Wednesday endured it, starting to write the best she could while Enid was practically mounting her leg more and more. Wednesday desperately pleaded for you to come quicker internally.
Eventually, the door opened and you appeared. Wednesday glanced back. “You are 10 minutes late,” she stated, glaring at you. You just chuckled a bit. 
“I had to talk with a teacher. I’m sorry. Enid, you can mate with me,” you responded, looking at her before you went on Enid’s bed. The wolf tore away from Wednesday and lunged on top of you. “Wanna take my knot?” Enid growled out, asking for consent. She didn’t mind humping legs as she wouldn’t affect them permanently. You nodded in return.
“Yes alpha,” you practically moaned out as she was manhandling you, groping at your breasts and your ass as she sniffed around the area she marked you. You glanced over at Wednesday, who was clearly listening (she was trying to be discreet) but was more focused on her novel. 
Enid smirked before she released her claws and ripped off your clothes, salivating at your body as her eyes which were usually blue were golden. It showed how her wolf was in control, needing to mate at that moment in time. “Get ready~” Enid teased as she grinded herself against you, groping and rubbing your nipples as she drooled all over your shoulders and neck before biting you and thrusting inside of you suddenly. You couldn’t help but moan loudly at that admittedly, and you saw Wednesday look over out of your peripheral. You blushed hard as you were soaking wet for the wolf, who noticed it. “You wanted me so badly, hm omega?” she teased, licking her lips, still salivating. That’s when she was kissing all over your neck, making marks all over. She loved seeing when your neck was bruised up after all. 
She was being rough and fast from the start, knowing you could handle it. She had done this before after all. You were grabbing onto her shoulders, feeling how much muscle she had grown after transforming and training every week. “Fuck,” you moaned out loudly, throwing your head back as you started to scratch at her back, unable to help it. The wolf above kept groping at your ass as well as your breast, hitting your sweet spot. That’s when the hand groping your ass started to move to your stomach then to your clit, suddenly rubbing it. “Alpha,” you practically whined out, unable to help it. The wolf just smirked before letting out a bite on your shoulder, growling as she thrusted harder, hearing how you moaned whenever she fucked you, maybe overstimulating her.
That’s when Wednesday glanced over and thought before she stood up and walked over. She was silent so you didn’t notice. The wolf did however as she kept biting your shoulders, thrusting into you. When she was stood next to you, you jumped but saw the erection she also had. “I may help you alpha, what would you like me to do to our omega?” Wednesday asked, looking at Enid and not you. “Fuck her mouth,” Enid growled out. Wednesday nodded, tilting your head to the side. “Open,” she demanded. That’s when you obeyed her commands, embarrassed as she smirked. Your moans were much louder. “Good girl,” she praised, letting you let out a whimper of delight before entering into your mouth. She was thrusting slow and gentle, knowing you needed time to adjust whenever you was sucking. Enid was watching as she was humping, getting close before she rubbed your clit harder. 
That’s when you came, unable to help it. Wednesday smirked, seeing how Enid was entering her knot inside then and howled as she did so. She kept fucking into your mouth however. If Enid told her to stop however, she would’ve. You were both under her control admittedly, and Enid loved that. She was watching as Wednesday used your mouth. Slowly but surely Wednesday was getting faster and rougher on you too as she was gripping your breast. “Fuck,” Wednesday couldn’t help but moan out as she came. “So soon?” Enid teased, a wolfish smirk as she was still stuck to you. “I… masturbated before I came over here,” Wednesday admitted. Enid soon pulled out. “You may fuck her while I fuck her mouth,” Enid spoke, knowing how you had adjusted to Wednesday’s mouth. 
“Thank you,” Wednesday spoke before she was starting to go above you. “All fours,” she demanded. You whimpered then nodded, doing as told as it was easier for both of the girls to use you then. Wednesday was entering into you fast already and was being rough while Enid was petting your head like a dog. She was purposely degrading you that way. You whined out, unable to help it before she suddenly entered your mouth. 
You were successfully their bitch for both of them, and you couldn’t be happier, you had to be prepared for hours of fucking when Enid was in heat however…
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luxthestrange · 9 months
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Incorrect quotes#840 But daddy!-
Outside the Demon Lord Castle, The King hears a LOUD engine revving, As he peeks out to see who is making that noise
Dia*Peeks as well to see and sees Mc in a motorcycle and a leather jacket and thug look*
Mc*Puts shades up and looks at them, With two fingers pointing a Diavolo then at the seat behind them*...
Dia: Ha! It's Mc! Demon King: That's not the Mc I know...
Dia: That's not the Mc I know, either...But I kinda like it~
Demon King*Goes to stop him using his body to cover the door*Where do you think you're going, young man?
Dia: Wherever they'll take me!
Demon King:I forbid you to go out with that hoodlum!?
Dia: But, daddy, I love them!
Demon King*Eyes widen and frowns pointing up the stairs*Go to your room!
Dia*Sniffles and frowns*I don't even sleep in that room anymore!
Demon King*Blinks,stutters*W-Well, go to your old room that your mother turned into her scrapbooking room!?
Diavolo cries as he runs up the stairs to his old room, he runs out to open the window to see you
Demon King*Opens the door and growls at you*Get off my property, Thugs Mc!
Dia*Sniffling from his old nursery room turned scrapbooking room*Cara Mia!~ Mc*Pointing at Diavolo* I'll come back for ya!
-instrumental music-
Demon Queen*Holds her husband's hand*You know, we were young once~
Demon King*Sighs and nods leaning unto his wife to kiss her hand*
Barb*Coming in to check on Diavolo...when he spots him climbing out the window*...
Dia:...
Barb*Smiles knowing he can take advantage of this for some quality time with you*Take me with you and I won't tell the king~
Dia:...Fine but I get to be behind them on the bike-
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a-fools-circus · 6 months
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Ghostober Day 6: Creampie
Pairing: Papa IV/f!Reader Word Count: 806 Tags/Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, accidental creampie, don't worry - reader very much enjoys it
NSFW under the cut/Minors DNI
The decision to not use a condom was an impulsive one. You battled internally with the idea, weighing the pros and cons over and over in your head—it was an important decision to make, after all. But the thought of being so intimate, so impossibly close with Copia, made the choice easier. Especially when his cock twitched at the suggestion.
It was almost impossible to keep him off of you—or, rather, out of you—after that. It was unfamiliar and new, but so exciting. Raw flesh against flesh as Copia’s cock stretched you open, everything wet and warm and throbbing. You wouldn’t have it any other way after this (and, frankly, you don’t think he would either).
The sounds that fill the room are enough of a testament to how good you both feel. Your moans and his grunts are interspersed with the wet sounds of sex. Copia has his arms wrapped around you tight as he drives into you from behind. His movements are borderline animalistic, rutting and humping you as he growls nonsensical praise into your ear.
“Molto bene, tesoro. You feel so fucking good.” Copia’s breath is hot and heavy against your ear, strained by layers of desire and need. “You’re so…ah, so wet for me, yeah?”
Your hands and knees are sore, and your muscles tense as they tremble from each of his thrusts. “Fuck yes. Sathanas, it feels so good, Papa…”
“No, no, cara,” he groans. “Say my name. Let me hear you say it.”
“Fuck, Copia…don’t stop, don’t stop.”
The breathless sound of his name on your lips is almost enough to tip Copia over the edge. His thrusts turn quick and short, desperate for every ounce of pleasure he can get. His sounds almost overtake yours as he pants and groans against your neck. 
Hearing him so desperate as he moans so carnally for you makes your decision not to use a condom extremely worth it. Any consequence is completely lost, buried beneath layers of pleasure as you near ecstasy. 
Copia’s hand snakes downward, fingers brushing gently across your skin until they glide over your clit. The sensation makes you squirm under him. Your hips buck into his hand, rolling against his body. Copia smiles against your neck, reveling in the sound of your cries. 
“Come on, cara. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.” You moan at his words. You can feel the way your walls flutter and throb around him. “Cazzo, I don’t think…I can stop...” 
You barely register his words, too focused on the pleasure you feel to care about his implication. “Don’t stop. Please, Copia. Keep going. Make me cum, please.”
The intimacy of the moment is unmatched. Neither of you hold back, every ounce of ecstasy coursing through you uninhibited and overwhelming. Another firm thrust of his hips and swirl of his fingers has you falling apart at his touch, your entire body squirming and throbbing as your orgasm hits you hard. 
Copia follows suit, his thrusts sporadic before his hips come to a harsh standstill. Your mind is hazy, overpowered by lust and pleasure as you feel his taut body wrapped around you. All you can recognize are his heavy breaths panting against your neck. 
Then, clarity comes to you suddenly. You turn your head, trying to catch some glimpse of his figure behind you. The words escape you for a moment. Swallowing hard, you finally break the silence. “Did you…did you just cum in me..?”
Copia seems hesitant before he replies. His gaze flickers between you at the conjoined spot between your bodies. “I…yes, I…I did.” He pants, his voice clearly apologetic. “I’m sorry, I could not help it, amore…it felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, I—”
“Do it again.”
“...what?”
“Do it. Again.” You’re almost surprised by the conviction in your own voice. Copia certainly is, too. “Don’t pull out, just fuck your cum deep into my pussy. I don’t want a single drop to fall out.”
“You…you are serious?” Copia’s practically frozen behind you, stunned by your eagerness. 
His consideration is sweet, but there’s no doubt in your mind that being filled by his seed is the hottest thing he’s done for you so far.
“Dead serious.” You assure him. There’s a fire in your eyes that captivates him, something primal he’s never seen in you before. “And don't stop fucking me until you pump another load in me.”
Copia wastes no time fulfilling your request. Your overly sensitive, sweat-slicked bodies move in perfect tandem until he delivers upon your command. The unfamiliar sensation of his seed leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs is addictive. It’s no wonder Copia hurriedly leans back just so he can look upon sight with his own eyes. 
Neither of you were keen on using protection any time after that.
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Two For One
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pairing: Husb!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader x Husb!Michele Morrone
summary: When Y/n ends up in a polyamorous relationship with both of the sexiest men, it only makes sense for her to enjoy herself (requested by @stormcloudss )
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
cara = darling
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️
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To many it was definitely unusual, but to most women, it was pure envy. For Y/n L/n to be married to two men at once? Now that was a dream. Especially with it being Henry Cavill and Michele Morrone, accompanied on each red carpet with each man on her arms. Eyes going wide every time Y/n would place a kiss on each man’s lips, definitely taking her time with them.
It all started when all three were casted to play a love triangle in a new erotic romance movie and when it came to their threesome scene; they definitely got preoccupied practicing in their hotel rooms. Soon after that the three of them began a polyamorous relationship, agreeing that both men wouldn’t date each other, but both would date Y/n.
“Give me a kiss baby” Michele growled watching Y/n walk around their kitchen, all three still tired from their wedding the night before, let’s just say their first night as a married trio was spicy as fuck. “C’mere then hun” Y/n smirked tugging him over by his tie, her lips moving against his softly before she felt another large hand on the her nape direct her to another pair of full lips. Henry’s.
“Can’t leave me out pup, m’your man too” Henry moaned kissing her lips softly, each of them putting their hand on her breasts, kneading it softly through her thin white cotton shirt. Y/n’s arms going around both of their shoulders, their other hands pulling each of her thighs apart.
“Don’t worry both of you are my men, love you both so so much” She whispered kissing both of their cheeks,
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“What’s wrong baby? Why the tears cara?” Michele asked bending down to the crying woman sat on Henry’s lap on top of the toilet seat. Both of them came home from grocery shopping to find their little love bawling her eyes out in the bathroom.
“i-i’m sorry” She stuttered out feeling Henry push her hair back behind her ears, Michele brushing the tears off her cheeks. “What for bunny? You know we love you so so much” Henry whispered kissing the shell of her ear, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly, keeping her close to his chest to keep her warm.
“I’m pregnant” Y/n said looking at them both, Henry and Michele staying silent as they stared at her, when suddenly they both cracked into wide wide smiles. “That’s great news baby, didn’t we say we wanted kids?” Michele said taking her hands in his, his fingers rubbing over her knuckles comfortingly.
“I know but we’ve only been married a few months and-“
“Shh s’okay bunny, we got you, we’re here for you. I mean we weren’t really using protection and there are two cocks in this relationship” Henry joked watching a small smile appear on her lips. “Don’t you care about who the dad is?”
“Not at all honey, regardless of who it is, we’ll raise them together yeah? You’re going to be an amazing mumma; Michele and I are going to be the best husbands you could ask for” Henry said as Michele nodded alongside him, Henry and Michele had already had this conversation. They didn’t see each other as competition, they were partners in a team, caring for the woman they both loved so dearly.
“I love you Henry” Y/n whispered kissing his lifts softly, their tongues mingling in a soft erotic kiss. “N’ I love you Michele” Y/n said turning her head to the Italian kneeling beside her, his mouth moulding perfectly against hers. “Now let us love on you a bit, take you to bed and give you some sweet sweet loving” Michele said picking up Y/n from Henry’s lap, bringing her over to their custom made bed, big enough to fit the three of them and with room to spare.
“One in each or both in one?” Henry asked winking, pulling down her pyjama shorts, before Michele answered, “Let’s try both Henry, she deserves it”
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“Isn’t she absolutely adorable Hen?” Y/n cooed holding up baby Amelia, the adorable little ball of joy cooing at her father, Michele on the other hand was sitting on the couch watching the scene play out before him. “She’s daddy’s little girl, aren’t you pet?” Henry gushed bringing her to his chest, the 11 month old shoving her hand into her own mouth as she gurgled in happiness.
“How are you feelin bun?” Henry asked giving Amelia into Michele’s waiting arms, all three of them had decided to not find out her biological father, deciding that both names would go on her birth certificate somehow. Michele blew raspberries on his daughter’s stomach, watching her big eyes smile up at him, her curls bouncing away crazily.
“Big, n’ happy” Y/n laughed smoothing her hand over her swollen stomach, pregnant once again, both men wanting it to be a fair chance of each of them having a baby with Y/n. Who would deny extra sex with two of the sexiest men? On top of that Y/n already saw how attentive they both were for Amelia, the best fathers that she could have hoped for, for their babies. After-all this was the life they wanted
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da-rulah · 7 months
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Could you do one where Copia teases the fuck out of the reader with dirty talk whispered in her ear, light touches on sensitive areas, and leaving her helpless to do anything about it? He knows all the right things to get her dripping wet for him. He makes her beg for it. It can be rough too, but he is still very loving and attentive to her needs. His little cocky smirks drive her crazy. Bonus if he cums first and still makes her wait... with eventual climax for her.
Whew, I like this idea... I got kinda carried away oops. Doing Copia as Papa in this because as Papa he's more confident in my eyes! Aaaaand whilst he is attentive to her needs, it's not until he gets what he wants because he know that it drives her wild 😏 Obviously MDNI, 18+! Papa Emeritus IV x afab!reader Warnings: Dom/sub dynamic, teasing, orgasm denial, dirty talk (fr don't blame me for how filthy this got), use of derogatory terms like 'whore' (said with love, ofc) some spanking, oral sex (m receiving), cum swallowing, use of toys, aftercare.
"Tesoro, why do you squirm so, eh?" Copia's breath felt hot on your ear, tickling the back of your neck from behind you. That heat spread through your body, pooling between your bare thighs. Papa sat straddling the backs of your thighs, already having you nude and laying on your front atop the silk sheets spread out across his bed. His weight pinned you down, leaning fully clothed still against your back and holding your hands in one of his above your head. You couldn't move if you tried, only squirm below him. "Papa, please..." you begged, already so turned on that you were leaving a tiny little dark patch in the sheets below your core. "Please touch me!" "Oh, cara mia, I am touching you, no?" he tightened his grip on your hands for a flash to prove his point. "Or does my little puttana (whore) need me elsewhere, hm?"
You wriggled beneath him, trying to raise your hips to say wordlessly where you needed him most. His free hand came down hard on your exposed ass in front of his hips; a warning. The leather of his gloves only added to the sting. "So desperate already, tesoro? I haven't done anything yet," he chuckled darkly, nipping at your ear. He raised from his sitting position, still hovering by your ear, and slid his hand down between the two of you, dipping a finger between your legs. He teased with a gentle drag through your wetness, barely enough to satiate any kind of yearning you felt for him. It drove you wild... You squeezed them together tightly, trapping him so you could rut against the friction, even just for the tiniest amount. "Is that all you want, hm? You want your papa's fingers between your thighs?" he asked, toying with your entrance. You whined in response, words failing you. "Bad girl, only caring about your own pleasure, eh? What about your poor Papa?" he asked, removing his fingers and spanking the swell of your ass again. You yelped at the sudden sting.
Suddenly his hands were gripping the soft flesh of your hips, flipping you around to lay on your back in one sudden motion.
You lay quiet and unmoving, watching as he slipped his jacket off, tossing it to a distant corner, then rolling his sleeves up past his elbows, gloves staying on. He unlaced the front of his tattered pants, reaching in to pull his thick cock out, standing to attention above you.
"You want to make your Papa feel good, eh?" he asked, stroking his length lazily. You nodded eagerly, attempting to reach for him but he batted your hands away. "Not your hands, tesoro. I want your mouth," he growled darkly, shuffling up your body until he straddled your chest. "In your own time, cara mia," he smirked down at you.
You didn't wait, craning your neck to take the head of his cock into your mouth. You hummed at the salty taste of his precum hitting your tongue, savouring the low rumble you heard emanate from him above you. "That's it, eh? Brava piccola puttana, (good little whore)," he growled, allowing you to swallow him down, taking as much of him as you could into your mouth at the awkward angle you lay. His head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut as his hips started to slowly roll, pushing his way further down your throat - only as much as you could handle, knowing all too well your limits and never pushing them.
As reward for your work, he reached behind him, tracing patterns on the softness of your tummy with his fingertips. His touch sent you wild, hips bucking towards his hand, just too desperate for more. He continued to tease, enjoying the desperate whines that vibrating against his cock.
"That's my girl, eh? Taking your Papa's cock so well, making him feel -ugh - so fucking good..." He was beginning to lose himself in the moment, you could tell. Copia always said the filthiest things when the pleasure was starting to overtake him. You loved his filthy mouth.
You let him thrust a little harder, knowing if it got too much all it would take was three taps to his thigh and he'd stop. But you didn't want him to - the better you pleased your Papa, the faster he would touch you. And you needed him...
Your perseverance paid off, his hand sliding between your thighs to circle your clit. You couldn't help the noise that spluttered out of your mouth around him, shooting vibrations against his length. "Cazzo (fuck), tesoro... Your mouth feels so good, hm? So wet and warm for me, just like this pussy," he narrated his exploration, dipping his finger down to your entrance to push a finger so easily past your entrance, curling up once, twice, before slipping back out to circle your clit again. This was maddening... he was toying with you, denying you the pleasure you craved. He'd give you what you wanted, and take it away again just as fast. It wasn't fair - but Copia knew you too well to know that it only served to arouse you more, and would eventually lead to a much better orgasm for you.
"I'm gonna cum down this pretty throat, tesoro," he groaned, "you'll take every drop I give you, eh?" You hummed an affirmative around his girth.
He slid his fingers inside you again, another curl upwards once, twice, three times, before slipping them back out and bringing them back to his lips, sucking your essence off as you watched from below him. You keened at the sight of your powerful Papa, sucking his fingers as he filled your throat.
"Always so sweet, I love the taste of you, amore mio," he teased, slipping his band back between your legs.
His hips rolled above you, his cock messily pumping in and our of your mouth leaving trails of spit around your lips and chin. His groans turned guttural, a snarl ripping from gritted teeth.
"That's it, take every inch... Brava piccola puttana (good little whore)."
With a final groan, he stilled, cock pulsing and jolting as spurt after spurt of cum erupted into your mouth. You swallowed around him, everything he gave like you knew he liked. The feeling pushed him into oversensitivity, hissing as he pulled his length from your mouth and shuffled back to allow you the room to breathe.
"You did good, Principessa (princess)," he praised, "time for your reward, eh?"
He reached to his side where he'd laid one of your many shared toys from his hidden box of delights - a g-spot stimulater with an attached clitoral vibrator. It was one of your favourites, giving you some of the most powerful orgasms you had ever experienced.
"Thank you, Papa." You always knew what to say in moods like this, when Papa was feeling more dominant and confident within himself.
"Brava ragazza (Good girl)," he smiled, reaching behind him to push the toy into your entrance, and turning it onto the slowest of the settings.
Immediately you moaned, hips lifting from the bed to chase the feeling of the toy vibrating against your inner walls and clit at the same time. Copia was an expert now, knowing exactly how to use each of his toys on your to elicit the quickest and most powerful of reactions.
And so, as he draw the toy out of you and pushed back in, he tilted the angle to hit the spot that made you sing for him. Instead of pumping it in and out of you, he rolled it in place so your clit remained stimulated but the pulsing of his movement inside you added to the high.
"Good girls get to cum, cara mio, and you have been the best, no?" he praised. "Let's see how fast you let go, hm? Don't you hold back..."
He hit the button again, the vibrations strengthening and it was all you could do to writhe around under him, hips chasing his movements. It was almost embarrassing how fast your end approached you, but he had instructed you to cum when it happened, to not fight it. You would happily oblige.
When he changed the setting to the most powerful of the three, you damn near lost your mind, crying out a string of profanities and chats of both 'Papa' and 'Copia' as your orgasm washed over you. As you had so many times with this toy, your walls clenched and pussy squirted powerfully, your release explosive thanks to the build up and denial you'd faced all evening.
He chuckled as you came, proud of his work now that he'd finally allowed you to cum. He always loved when you squirted for him - he'd only wished his face had been the target in order to drink you in. Still, there was always next time...
With you spent and exhausted from such a powerful and sudden orgasm, Copia took the lead in cleaning up - removing the toy, wiping it down, scooping you up into his arms to wrap you in a clean blanket while he changed out of his outfit into a comfortable tracksuit. He lay back down with you once he'd removed his papal paints, curling you into his lap while he played with your hair with now bare hands, peppering kisses to your forehead.
"Ti amo, tesoro mio (I love you, my darling)," he whispered into your ear as you began to drift into a peaceful nap.
"Ti amo, my wonderful Papa," you yawned, nuzzling into the clean linen smell of his shirt, eyes drifting shut in peace.
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I hope it was kind of what you were after, or that you at least enjoyed it!!
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loveswrites · 1 year
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Something with the Volturi, literally can be anything.
Poly Volturi x Reader
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Time it took me: 2 hours and 2 minutes
Word count: 1839 words
To anon~ Hello lovely! I hope you liked it, I did! I was excited seeing your request for something with the volturi. I just couldn't wait to write it. Let me know if you want more like this! <3
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The arms around you wrapped onto you tightly. The music in your headphones was blasting a little too loud but you didn’t mind. You're basically in heaven right now. You felt the energy around you change and the tempo of Caius leg bouncing change. This let you know immediately that something was wrong. Taking off your headphones while opening your eyes that were previously closed, you were faced with Caius red eyes staring straight ahead with a deadly glare. Different from the one that was always on his face. You had taken your headphones off just in time to hear the end of the growls that were coming from your other mates.
You were currently sitting on Caius’s lap who was sitting in his throne. You were the only one who was allowed up here like this of course. It’s not like you hadn’t fought for this spot. All of your mates and all of the kings were considered for your safety as “We have a lot of enemies.” But you assured them that you would always be safe with them all in the room. So you were then granted permission to sit with the kings in the throne room during trails. Which didn’t matter cause you knew you were going to be in there anyways. You 're the future queen for heaven's sake.  
“You keep your mouth shut about things that have nothing to do with you.” Caius growled out. Sending waves of vibrations through his body making you shiver. You always liked the way he would growl when he was mad. It made you feel some type of way if you know what I mean. 
“I-Her music is very distracting! I can’t concentrate on the words coming out of my mouth!” The scared vampire kneeling stuttered out making you tear your eyes away from caius. You could stare at him all day if you could.  
The vampire looked terrified. He was shaking, his clothes were wet. You wondered if Felix and Demetri had to chase him through a lake or something as they were also wet. The two were holding him down to kneel in front of the kings as he tried to run away once already. You knew he was guilty of his crimes. You could smell it. And so could everyone else. 
“You wouldn’t have to think about anything if you weren't lying.” You stated, making all eyes turn to you. The kings had always preferred you to be silent so no unnecessary attention was drawn to you. You never listened. I don’t think they ever expected you to either. You’d always randomly laugh during trails. Or sing random words from songs that were stuck in your head. Or throw out random compliments to your mates or the other kings.
“I-I’m not lying I’m telling the truth!” He said, stuttering.
 Swinging your feet you stared at the vampire tilting your head you simply said. “Was that also a lie? You know after all these years of living or dying, Whatever you call it. I’d think you would’ve mastered the art of lying.”
Your comment brung a evil smile to Caius' face. His eyes were full of adoration 24/7 whenever he looked at you. 
“The level of the future queen's music should be of no concern to you.” Aro said, turning his head back to the Vampire. They always took pride in calling you their queen. Seeing that you were still human kinda shocked you but I guess there's an exception for mates.
“Mia cara, put your contraption back on and relax please.” Marcus said softly. You knowing exactly what was about to happen. You put your headphones back on. Turning the volume back up you closed your eyes and relaxed in Caius' grip. You felt Caius drawing patterns on your leg and his bouncing went back to normal. Kinda putting you in a rocking motion. You were very relaxed. You felt safer than ever. Somehow you fell asleep because when you woke up next you weren't in the throne room. Confusion ran across your face until realization came across you and you remembered that this was Jane’s room.
“Finally you're awake. You slept for hours.” Jane said, making you roll over to face her. Her face sparkled a little as some sun was coming through her balcony. You always loved watching her sparkle. You always teased her about being the bright star on earth. She’d always tell you to stop but you swear if she could she’d blush and be as red as a tomato all the time.
“You missed me?” You smiled up at her.
“Of course not you were right here this whole time. How could I possibly miss you?” Jane said with a straight face but couldn’t help herself with stroking the side of your waist. All of your mates had a favorite spot on your body they just looked to touch. It’s like you were just a stress ball for them. Made for them to grip, rub, bite etc. You loved it.
“But you stayed and watched me sleep? That sounds like fan behavior to me.” You stated softly dragging your fingers against her cheek. She leaned into your hand telling you she loved it. 
Jane was the hardest out of all your mates when it came to physical touch. You thought Caius would be the hardest to get to seeing as his awful hate to humans. But you're convinced that Jane’s is 10x worse. Rightfully so as her past with Humans wasn’t so good.
“I couldn’t just leave you alone.” She softly said with her eyes closed. She relaxed in your touch bringing a bigger smile to your face.
“Why not? Scared someone would come in here and snatch me away?” You giggled. Making her snap her eyes open bringing you to a halt with everything you were doing. Including breathing. 
“If someone dared to lay a hand on you I’d kill them all. Everyone, no hesitation.” Jane said sternly. Her piercing red eyes would scare any normal person, but with her words and lovely eyes you knew damn well you weren’t normal. Because with all of those things combined you felt Loved.  
“I know you would but I’m okay so you can relax, pretty girl.” 
“I am relaxed.” She said, You shook your head and brought her in for a kiss. Just a soft reassuring kiss. 
Jane responded to the kiss by pulling you closer to her by your hair deepening the kiss. It was a little aggressive but you knew that she was being gentle. She and Caius had a hard time being gentle but you loved them nonetheless. A few minutes into a kiss that was supposed to last only for a few seconds a knock was heard on the door.
You pulled away getting off her lap which was where she pulled you to a minute after the kiss got deepened. Making Jane huff in protest. 
“Brother, go away!” She only but slightly raised her voice knowing he could hear her.
“Sister it is now my turn, You said when she awakened I could spend time with her. She’s awake, I hear her.” Alec’s voice mumbled through the door.
Kissing Jane on her nose you smiled at her getting up from the bed.
 “I’ll be back later.” 
“But-”
 “You're the one who told him he could spend time with me after I had awakened, I didn’t agree to that. I’m only keeping your word, My pretty girl.” You smiled seeing her face which you knew she was flustered but also annoyed. The moment you opened the door you were snatched up by multiple hands making you squeal out in surprise. Wind rushed through your hair and hit your face. The world was blurry around you. It made you sick. You closed your eyes tightly in attempts to help with the splitting headache that you knew was on the express train to your head.
Finally you were put down on your two feet so suddenly making you stumble and hold your head. You already knew what was happening. You were being ambushed by Alec, Felix and Demitri. Your other mates. They liked to just grab you and run away no matter how many times you told them that their speed made you feel sick. They would always get cocky with themselves after you said it, so you stopped.
“What the hell again?!” You yelled out the moment you could hold yourself up without swaying side to side. All you got in response was chuckles and laughs from your lovers.
“I swear you guys may be older than the sun but you fucking act like you where born yesterday! How many times do I have to tell you that that shit makes me feel sick! My human shit can’t handle that! One of these days I’m gonna throw up on all of you and I’m not going to feel bad!” You ranted on holding your head as you felt the headache you were talking about earlier come on. 
“I’m sorry La mia bella ragazza.” Demitri said softly, coming up to you to wrap you around in his arms. He kissed your forehead in an attempt to make you feel better. You mumbled a few cuss words into his chest making him laugh softly.
“I know I know, we just wanted to try and spend some time with you before Caius came back from feeding.” Demitri said.
“We didn’t think you would sleep the whole day away in Jane’s room. It’s almost like you like her more than us or something.” Felix said. Even with your face hidden you knew that that 6 '7 teddy bear was pouting about you sleeping too long with someone else that wasn’t him. 
“Cauis said he wanted to capture you in your true beauty when he was done feeding. So with that information we knew you’d be gone for the rest of the day tucked away with the king.” Alec said coming up to you behind your back. Your face was still in Demetris' chest as Alec wrapped his arms around you from behind so he could kiss your neck softly. You let out a soft moan in response. 
Felix seeing this he came up to the on space that was available. With both sides of your neck now being kissed you had no choice but to keep your eyes closed and let out small whimpers. You were surrounded by three pieces of your heart. You felt nothing but happiness and joy right now. You can’t even remember what your life was like without them. Your lovers. You always felt safe. You never had to question if you were loved. They would always show it without you even asking. What more could you ask for?
“Mia cara! Where are you? I had that horrible excuse of a receptionist gather more paint for us now, come!” You heard Caius yell out.
Except more time.
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