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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 1 month

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”why are you so good at that?”

his caress is gentle. tender, steady, secure; and practiced, you can tell, just from the instant relief you feel — the vivid care in how his fingertips smooth along your skin.

suguru presses his thumbs into the bridge of your nose, right beneath your forehead, big palms cupping your face. they’re warm, calloused, but still somehow so soft — massaging you gently. the pads of his fingers trail upwards, rubbing soothing little circles against your temples. as if he’s memorized every patch of skin, seen the very inside of your skull. as if he knows exactly where to apply pressure to make the sharp jolts of pain go away.

and it’s working. the room you’re in is dimly lit, illuminated only by the vermilion rays of the setting sun, bleeding in through the gap between the opened shoji screens. a faint, summery scent accompanies them; like burnt roses, or a salty ocean breeze, not enough to rouse the nausea in your throat. it’s quiet. all you can hear is the soft humming of your lover, and your own relieved breaths, pulled out by his skillful hands. his pointer fingers pinch between your brows, and another one follows. the sweetest little sigh.

”am i?” his voice is soft, even more so than usual, as if the slightest noise could disrupt your peace. a smile is knit between the vowels. ”i’m glad.”

he sounds a little tired. it’s been a long day for both of you, so it’s no surprise. when you finally got back home, the inside of your skull was tormented by a persistent ache, and suguru was blinking with fatigue — though he still insisted on doing this. lying you down on his lap, like a fragile doll, crossing his legs to give you enough space to rest comfortably; the back of your head finding respite on his thigh. senses enveloped by the silk of his robes, smelling lightly of cherry blossoms and sandalwood.

and, after only a couple minutes of his loving treatment, the ache began to dull. sweet relief seeping into your nerves.

he reminds you to take deep breaths, watching intently as the contours of your face fall back into a state of tranquility. whenever he shifts, the tatami mats beneath him rustle, and your muddled mind sways like the rocking of a boat; slight, but still enough to coax a wince from out your throat, a tiny spark of pain blooming between your sinuses, followed by a murmured apology from the man above you.

a hum buzzes in his throat. you hear it, eyes still shut, waiting for him to answer your question. and he does — so weak to you, always, your voice a key to his locked-up heart.

”back in high school…” he starts, diligently continuing his facial massage, comforting circles rubbed into your skin. ”... my best friend got migraines often.”

a soft groan slips from out your parted lips, when he pushes against a certain spot — locating the pressure points like brushing specks of dust from off his clothing. effortless.

”ah,” you click your tongue, melting into his touch. turning into a boneless puddle, cradled in his lap, comfy as can be. ”your mysterious bestie, huh?”

it’s not the first you’ve heard of him. suguru’s mentioned this best friend before, though only in passing, in whispers, comments he hopes will sound absentminded. they never do, though; because suguru says the word friend like it’s a prayer.

that explains it, though. no wonder it feels so good. it is practiced — he’s used to soothing other people’s headaches. should you feel jealous?

well, maybe. but you mostly think it’s kind of sweet.

before you can think of what you’re saying, the words have left your lips. they tumble out like little pizzicato drops, spoken casually, matter-of-factly. a tiny chirp of a thing.

”you must have loved him a lot.”

…

silence.

for just a moment, the thumbs pressing against your skin halt their movement. just for a second, but enough to notice, and suddenly you feel a little like the air has been sucked out of the room — even with your eyes closed, you know suguru’s smile is nowhere to be seen.

it’s funny, how well you’ve come to know him. how you’ve learned to memorize every expression you’ve ever seen him make, any signs of distress or discomfort. he does this thing with his eyes, sometimes — a thin kind of concealment, when you shuffle a little too close for his comfort. figuratively speaking, because you’re almost certain he’d let you crawl under his skin if you asked. but sometimes you twist the key to his heart a little too abruptly, and his eyes of gold and ochre shift in the light, honey clogging the interior of his cornea. something sickly-sweet. something he’s kept locked up for a long time.

a nostalgia so palpable it breaks your heart just to look at it.

you don’t want to open your eyes. you don’t want to see the kind of face he’s making right now. you don’t want to know if he’s pursing his lips, or furrowing his brows, just because of your carelessly chosen words — you know his old best friend is a sensitive subject. gosh, you’re stupid.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

(why can’t you ever just read the room?)

blindly, you stumble for something to say, parting your lips. desperate to change the topic, to save him from this suffocating silence.

— but then suguru breaks it.

”yeah.”

when your eyes flutter open, he’s looking out into the garden. watching the sun, as it sinks beneath the mountains, lips curved up into a small smile.

”i suppose i did.”

…

you take a moment to look at him. the bridge of his nose, the firm lines of his jaw — the slightest tremble of the muscle. and those eyes, set afire by the final rays of the setting sun, burned to ash. filled with… something. not regret.

just longing.

suddenly, the pads of his fingers are dancing along your skin again; gliding down to pinch your nose. it makes you yelp, a tiny squeak.

and then he’s looking at you.

”but i love you more,” he croons, a little tilt of his head that make his bangs move like a black curtain. eyes swirling with humour, something syrupy and teasing, awfully fond. ”my little dove.”

before you know it, your cheeks are blossoming with warmth; the branches of your lips curling up into a shy smile. his attention is a little too much to bear, so you wriggle out of his grasp — turning around to press your face into his stomach. his sleeves cast a curtain around you, a protective veil, but it’s not long until you’re being coaxed back into your original position.

”ah ah,” he tuts, chiding you lovingly; a coo in the back of his throat. ”none of that. let me take care of you.”

all you can do is groan, meekly, squeezing your eyes shut. suguru only chuckles, cupping your cheeks and continuing to apply pressure on your forehead and nose, large warm palms against your chilled skin — unwilling to let you escape his pampering.

the sun sets eventually. but he keeps you on his lap until the headache has faded entirely, until your eyelids have dragged you into a deep slumber, until tiny snores are seeping from your parted lips. until the moon has pulled itself into the night sky above you.

somehow, even on the brink of exhaustion, you manage to feel his warm lips against your forehead; hear the muffled murmur against your skin.

”sweet dreams, my darling,” comes a whisper, deep and silky, coaxing you further into the cradle of sleep. his thumb smooths along your cheekbone, down to the curve of your jaw — a trail of warmth. ”come back to me soon, won’t you?”

he smiles. you feel it, that soft upward curve, a blissed out sensation drowning you in white noise. the space inside your mind is free of pain, filled only with thoughts of him, the lines of his fingers burning patterns into your skin. one final kiss pressed between your brows, and then he’s pulling away; curling his arms under your knees and hoisting you up. into his steady arms, his robes shielding you from the soft glow of the stars.

”… don’t dawdle in dreamland for too long.”

the whisper goes unheard. fast asleep, suguru can only gaze at you, drinking in the serenity on your features. trying not to remember a boy with blue eyes — the similar expression he wore once his migraines had begun to fade.

he shakes his head, and carries you towards the bedroom. safe and sound in his embrace.

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lxkeee · 2 months

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TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN

—PART TWO

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Seraphim Angel! Fem! Reader

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Genre: Angst (for now)

Warnings: Daddy issues.

Notes: Glad you guys loved the first part despite it being so short.

PART ONE | PART THREE | NAVIGATION

The sunlight passed by the small gaps of the curtains, shining down on the face of a sleeping boy. Light blond hair messy but perfectly framing his beautiful face, red circles on his pale cheeks, a pop of color. He groans as he buries his face underneath the large fluffy white blanket, eventually groaning as he opens his eyes, [e/c] eyes adjusting to the brightness of his room. Sitting up on his queen sized bed that is surrounded by pillows. As much as he wants to sleep in, he has duties as an angel and as the son of [y/n] Caeles.

Getting out of bed, slipping his feet into the fluffy white slippers. He moved across his large room, stopping by a large mirror.

He frowns when sees his reflection, the only thing he can see is his deadbeat father who left his mother for another woman.

He hated it, he could see his supposed father staring back at him through the mirror. The fallen angel, Lucifer staring right back at him. A cruel reminder that he is his father's son.

He's thankful he has her eyes, at least he was able to have a piece of her on him. He hated his father, his mother never hid his father from him and told him everything what he wanted to know. He'd do anything for his mother. He loves her so much.

He knows that his mother often gets sad when he sees him, he knows because she could see the man that hurt her on his face. He doesn't blame her. He hated his face too, despite it being heaven's most beautiful facial features. He wished he had his mother's face instead.

Getting a large robe that was placed on the cushioned chair, draping it over his body. Time to get ready, he has a lot of work to do.

[Y/n] looks up from her newspaper, seeing her son finally entering the dining room, dressed in his military like uniform but in colors of white and gold. She sat on one of the chairs of the dining table, a breakfast already made by yours truly—pancakes and bacon and of course, two cups of steaming black coffee.

[Y/n]'s eyes lit up when she saw her son, “Good morning Xavier, did you sleep well?” she asked with a small smile, watching as the boy sat next to her. Xavier gave his mother a close eyed smile.

“Good morning to you too, mother. You look very beautiful this morning.” he says softly, closing his eyes as he felt his mother's hand ruffle his hair, playfully groaning. “Hey! I just brushed my hair.” Xavier says with a small pout and [y/n] chuckles and places a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead.

“I couldn't help it, my boy is just the sweetest.” [y/n] says and Xavier blushes softly and just chuckles.

“It is because I have the most amazing mother in the whole world, that's why.” he says.

[Y/n] smiled at him, “Oh, you... Aren't you just the sweetest?” she giggled and he just chuckled.

The two made a sign of the cross, praying to say thank you for the blessings they have received. Finishing the prayer, the two finally ate breakfast.

“So you're going to be training with your uncle today?” [y/n] asked, looking at the young man beside her. Xavier nodded, he would be training with Uncle Michael today.

“Yes, mother. I am hoping he can help me improve on how to fight.” He says with a small smile and [y/n] squished the young man's cheek, the latter pouting.

“I know you'll do great, you make me so proud.” [y/n] says softly and Xavier had to try so hard not to cry. He loves it when he makes her happy, his mom deserves the whole world after all.

“Thanks, mom.” he says softly and her eyes soften and they continue to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, Xavier helped his mother clean up the table and offered to wash the dishes. [Y/n] wanted to insist on doing it as she feared it would dirty his suit but the boy insisted. He just rolled up the sleeves and wore an apron.

When he was done doing his morning routine, he walked to the living room to see his mom already dressed for work. His eyes saddened, he won't be seeing her for a couple of days again.

Walking towards his mother, the older woman hugged her son. “Don't miss me too much, dearie.” [y/n] says with a giggle. Her hand rubbing circles on the boy's back.

“I'll try not to. I'm just worried.” Xavier says softly, he doesn't like it when she leaves to go to the mortal realm. He worries for her physically and mentally. Humans, human way of living is very... Mentally unhealthy and he fears it will affect his mother too.

[Y/n] smiled softly, patting the boys light blond hair. “Do not worry about me, Azrael would be there to protect me if needed.” she says with a smile.

With the mention of the angel of death, Xavier sees the older man like a father figure. The man has always been present in his life.

Xavier smiled and nodded, “Alright.”

[Y/n] smiles, “Good luck with training, don't overwork okay? Summon me if you must.” she says sternly as the two finally let go of the hug, her hand was placed on her waist.

Xavier nodded, “I promise and I will make you proud.”

[Y/n] grins, “That's my boy,” she says and snapped her fingers and a portal appeared, “Goodluck kiddo, I'll see you in a few days.” she says softly and places a kiss on his forehead before going inside the portal. The portal closes.

Taking one last look of himself on the mirror, the face of his biological father staring back at him. Xavier rolls his eyes and scoffed. Unrolling his sleeves, adjusting his collar. Unfurling his large and majestic white wings. It's time to train, he promised to become one of heaven's protector and he promised he'll rise the ranks and join his mother.

Training with his uncle went by smoothly, he did lost but at least he learned something. Xavier was flying around heaven, wanting to return home but his eyes landed on a familiar seraphim. Emily, his heart started to beat faster. He always liked the girl, the girl is pretty and kind, okay?

His eyes landed on the person wearing such bright red suit. An eyesore, really. A pop of color in heaven.

Xavier tilted his head and decided to approach the girls.

Emily jumped slightly in surprise, seeing the beautiful and handsome and nonchalant looking young general that is her friend landed beside her gracefully.

Yes, Xavier puts up a front in public. He doesn't want others to know he's a total Mama's boy.

Xavier nodded and gave Emily a gentle smile, “Greetings, Emily. Off to showing off a new soul around?” he asked, voice gentle and calm.

Emily grinned and blushed slightly, nodding. “Not exactly a new resident, just a visitor.” Emily explained and Xavier turned to look at this supposed visitor and he could feel himself freeze slightly.

Who wouldn't freeze when seeing the same face as you but in the opposite gender.

“Xavier, this is Charlotte Morningstar...” Emily says hesitantly, now remembering who's the biological father of the boy.

Xavier's eyes narrowed but was quickly replaced as he gave the new girl a closed eyed smile, a forced one. “Really? So that makes you my half sister then?” Xavier says with a grin and Charlie's whole being froze.

Emily looked at the two nervously, she knows Xavier isn't violent but she does know how the boy hates his biological father to the core.

“... Half sister...?” Charlie asked, her voice in disbelief.

“Indeed! We share the same father. It is a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte.” Xavier says with a grin but his eyes dull, no longer have the usual shine on them. Charlie was nervous, she doesn't know how to act around the boy. She knows he isn't lying because the boy literally looks like her father.

“How rude of me,” Xavier says with a small gasp, “Let me properly introduce myself, I am Xavier Caeles. Son of [y/n] Caeles. It is a pleasure to meet you, dear sister.” he says with a smirk, looking down on the girl (literally because he's taller than her, a trait he is thankful that he inherited from his mother. Good Lord, he would be miserable if he had his father's height), offering his hand for a handshake which the girl hesitantly and nervously returned.

“It is nice to meet you too... Xavier..” she says and Xavier grins, Emily just looked at the two nervously. Thanking that a fight nor an argument haven't started yet.

“It was a pleasure meeting you but I must go, I still have far more important matters to attend to. Emily, I'll catch up to you later.” Xavier says with a small smile, turning his back from the two girls.

Before he flies away, he stopped. Not bothering to look at his half sister, “Tell our dear father I said hi, okay? Farewell.” he says, not a single emotion in his voice. He quickly spreads his wings and flew off.

“Stars... I didn't expect to see my half sister today..” Xavier murmurs to himself as he flies back home.

Meanwhile, Charlie stood in disbelief next to Emily. Turning around to look at the Seraphim, “Was he really my...?” Charlie asked hesitantly and Emily nodded with a small sad smile, “Yes but it's not my story to tell.” Emily explained softly and Charlie nodded.

“Let us just continue showing you around, yeah?” Emily says softly and the princess of hell nodded.

Emily knows that Xavier's interest has been piqued. She knows he'll be there during the meeting now that he knows his half sister is going to be there.

End Notes: I forgot to mention, reader's work clothes are the same as Arlecchino from Genshin Impact wears.

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yuutx · 3 months

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐏𝐄𝐆 𝐌𝐄, 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘 ! ! (𝒞𝐻𝒪𝒮𝒪 𝒦𝒜𝑀𝒪)

choso kamo x f!reader . 18+ content. ⟆ nsfw. mommy kink. spanking. pegging. praise kink. implications of aftercare. ⟆ msub + fdom ⟆ not proofread ! ‎꒰ ⸝⸝ ˊ͈ ˘ ˋ͈ ⸝⸝ ꒱

i was gonna write a super mean reader x choso fic but we'll save that for next timeee ! ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

His eyes fluttered open, a blurry ceiling above him, a slight chill that enveloped his bare skin. His hair was splayed out around his head, his hands bound to the bedpost with a silk tie. Choso's mouth was parted, his face flushed red as he let out short, hot breaths, the sweat that formed on his brow glistened under the light of the room. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock aching as he struggled against the restraints that kept him bound to the bed. His hips thrust into the air, his body yearning for your touch, your love, the heat that you radiated. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, the saliva that pooled under it threatened to spill from his lips, his body was burning up and he knew that only you could quench this unbearable heat.

You sat back on your haunches, admiring your work. Your hair fell over your shoulders, your lips slightly bruised and your skin was littered with hickeys and love bites, a thin sheen of sweat coated your skin as you licked your lips, taking in the sight before you. Choso lay there, his eyes hooded, his lips parted as his breathless pleas spilled from them, his hips bucking up, his cock hard and weeping, pre-cum dribbling down the shaft.

Hickeys, bites, and scratch marks marred his perfect skin, the evidence of his desire and submission clear for all to see. You smiled, licking your lips as you looked down at his desperate cock, his hips stuttering, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fucked into the air. You reached over grabbing the lube, drizzling a generous amount onto your fingers. You tossed the bottle aside, your hands moving to circle his puckered entrance. Choso hissed, his eyes squeezing shut, his cock jumping as he tried to press back onto your finger, the slick digit rubbing along his entrance.

The strap you were wearing, was the only piece of clothing you wore. The leather harness clung to your waist and thighs, the silicon dildo bobbing in front of you. The eyes of the man beneath you followed every movement of the toy, his mouth watering as he imagined your strap filling him up.

You leaned forward, the tip of your finger breaching his hole, a groan rumbling deep in Choso's throat as his back arched. His hands gripped the silk ties that held him down, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, a whimper spilling from his lips. You leaned down, your lips brushing the shell of his ear.

"What's wrong, baby? Don't you like my fingers?" you snickered, a second finger joining the first. You began to move them, spreading them, scissoring them, curling them, opening him up for the cock that rested between your thighs. Choso keened, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him, his body rocking in tandem with your movements. Your name left his lips in a soft chant, a prayer, a plea. He was desperate for more, for anything you could give him. "Mommy.. mommy.. please, please… mommy.." he moaned, his voice cracking as you added a third finger, the stretch burning him, the slight pain adding to his pleasure. "N-need it.. need more.." Choso's breathless begs had you biting your lip, a fire growing inside of you.

You loved to hear him beg, his voice breathless and desperate, the way his tongue slurred his words, and his eyes filled with unshed tears as he looked up at you. You groaned, lifting his body slightly and twisting the bindings. His arms were now crossed behind his back, the silk tying his wrists together, his face pressing into the pillows beneath him, the curve of his back accentuated by his new position. Choso's knees dug into the mattress, his cock resting against his belly, smearing pre-cum along his abdomen. He whimpered, the ache between his legs becoming too much for him.

You moved behind him, gripping his hip with one hand, while the other guided the tip of the dildo to his stretched hole. You watched his back rise and fall, his breaths heavy and uneven, his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he trembled beneath your touch. You slowly sunk into him, inch by inch, the dildo stretching his insides. Choso threw his head back, his mouth falling open in a scream, his eyes wide, his body trembling. He gasped, his head falling forward as you bottomed out, your hips flush against his ass.

"Fuck, baby.. look how well you're taking mommy. Taking me so well, my good boy.." you purred, your hands gripping his hips tightly. You gave him a moment to adjust, his walls clamping down on the toy, the tightness making it difficult for you to pull out. Choso was gasping for air, his body still shaking. He let out a shaky sigh when you pulled out halfway before sinking back into him, the slow thrust making him feel every inch of the toy, every bump and groove on it.

You kept your grip tight on his hips, pulling him back as you snapped your hips forward. You set a fast, steady pace, your cock slamming into him with every thrust. Your poor baby could barely keep himself up, his arms were limp in the snug ties, his body being rocked back and forth as he buried his face into the pillows beneath him, causing his screams and cries to be muffled. Your hands moved up to his ass, pinching the supple flesh, watching as his ass jiggled from the impact of your movements.

Choso's cock was twitching uncontrollably, a string of pre-cum connecting the tip to the bed. He wanted nothing more than to touch himself, but the bindings kept his hands tied. The friction of his cock against the bedsheets was not enough for him, his body ached for release, his head fuzzy as you continued to slam into his prostate. He couldn't speak, his words coming out in choked gasps, his moans and cries spurring you on. "I-I can't- Oo-oh fuck-" he managed to stutter out, the words dying in his throat. "G-gonna.. mommy- m-mommy-" he cried, his voice cracking, a sob wracking his body as he struggled to form a coherent sentence. He was so close, his stomach tightening, the familiar heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. Your hands slid up the curve of his ass before a loud 'SMACK!' rang out, the slap echoing in the room, the stinging of his skin made Choso cry out, his back arching, his body quivering. You gripped his ass, giving the abused flesh a tight squeeze as your hips slammed into him with a practiced precision. "That's a good boy, cum for mommy, let go baby.. Show mommy how much you love her." you murmured, your thrusts becoming erratic as you allowed him to fall apart.

"T-Thank y-youuu mommy! F-fuck.. oh, fuck! G-gonna cum s-so fuck-fucking much! A-ah, ah!" his words slurred, his head spinning as his cock rubbed against the bedsheets, his body jerking violently, a hoarse scream leaving his lips as his cum coated the bedsheets below, ropes of his sticky essence spilling from the tip. "F-fu-fuck-k-k-" his body continued to jerk, his hips humping the bed, riding out his orgasm. Your hands were still on his ass, massaging the reddened flesh, your hips slowly coming to a stop. "There we go~ Look at that pretty cock, all spent and messy.." you whispered, leaning forward, your lips brushing his ear. "Did such a good job for me baby, I'm so proud of you.." you purred, planting a gentle kiss on the back of his neck, your lips trailing down the expanse of his back, the gentle touches soothing the trembling man beneath you.

You tried slipping out of him, the sudden friction making him moan softly, his body too tired and sensitive to do much else. "So.. so good mommy.." he managed to mumble out, his voice was hoarse, his throat sore, and his eyes heavy. He let out a soft whimper when you finally pulled out, his body slumping down onto the bed, his eyes closing as exhaustion took over. You untied the bindings, rubbing the raw skin, pressing a gentle kiss to his wrists, a soft smile gracing your features.

You carefully turned him over, his chest rising and falling steadily, a few strands of hair stuck to his face. You gently brushed the hair out of his face, leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on his forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up, gorgeous.."

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ma1dita · 1 month

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its 10pm again.... 😈😈

rivals with benefits Luke who makes everything a competition. even in bed. 😼

IM ALSO SO SORRY FOR FLOODING UR INBOX

MDNI

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

a/n: liv we're boxing because i literally could not rest until i got this right,,,, smut. public sex. wrap before you tap. creampie. all the nasty things. fuck man...

wc: 968

“That’s a point for me,” Luke says with a menacing grin. The both of you are soaked to the bone after paddling across Canoe Lake to see who could make it to the other end the fastest, and as you gasp for air while holding onto the wood post of the pier, you can’t help but somehow be convinced that he cheated.

“You’re built like a frog with those long legs of yours, how the fuck was I supposed to win?”

Daybreak spreads slowly across Camp Half-Blood, sunlight kissing where the sky meets the water and Luke thinks he wants to kiss you. Knows it, actually—deep down to his bones that the line between hatred and love must be lust.

He swims closer to you like a predator creeping toward his prey, wet curls stuck to his forehead as he admires how hard you’re breathing. You’re right there, and since you like to make a competition of everything from capture the flag strategies to how many campers you both can get to screech at nightly sing-a-longs, he thinks he has an offer you won’t be able to resist. Luke’s hands glide under your shirt as the both of you tread water, still fighting for dominance even when it comes to who takes up the most space to stay afloat. You lick your lips, fingers tugging at his camp necklace as you look at him curiously and raise an eyebrow.

“I’ve got an idea…”

“I’ll start my prayers,” you smirk, before seeing the hot burning want in his gaze. You can feel it in his fingers as they brush the underside of your breasts, nipples stiff in the frigid water. Shaking your head, a nervous giggle leaves you as your arms circle his neck, bodies separated by your thin, sopping nightshirt. If he touches the rest of you, he’ll find other parts that are wet too, warm enough to brave the chill of the morning breeze that settles upon your shoulders.

“The nymphs might see…” you whisper, even though the both of you know not a single soul is awake right now but time is running out like sand in an hourglass.

“You backing down?”

The kiss you press into his open mouth is a clear enough answer—tongues sliding and spearing against each other, hot and angry and bruising. It’s a fair shot, not knowing who’s going to come out on top.

—

“Oh, gods, please!”

Your hands and knees are scraping in the rocks and sand of the shoreline underneath the pier as Luke pistons into you at an alarming rate, each thrust a blow to your senses. He watches your head bob up towards the sky almost in reverent prayer and he’s grinning, continually sinking into your warmth while the rest of him shudders from the cold. Luke’s cock works inside your slick hole instead of against it, and he laughs at the irony of you finally letting him have his way. Your fingernails dig into the coarse beach, grains of sand making their way through every crevice as he fills your pulsing one with glee.

“Fucking knew you’d behave…” he grunts, one hand pulling at the thin cloth around your waist and the other holds onto your stomach so he can feel himself bludgeon you from the inside. “Can’t fight back when you’re getting your brains fucked out, hmm?”

He watches your pretty tits swing from the stretched out opening of your soggy shirt as you choke out a sob of pleasure.

“Yes…f-fuck Luke,” you whine, reaching back to ease your hand against his abdomen but he pulls it behind your back to use as a better hold on you. Luke puts two of his fingers in your mouth and they prod at the skin of your cheek, spit dripping around the digits.

Despite the intrusion, you’re groaning loud enough over the icy smacks against your skin that for a moment he thinks it might actually wake the forest nymphs, but then he’s distracted by your pussy pushing and pulling him as his hips clap against your ass, leaving them raw for days to come. Light waves crash against the shore with your movements, splashing against your knees and you’re giggling at him with a dazed grin as you push your hips back harder against his thrusts, overpowering his control over you.

He swallows thickly, groaning through the building sensation in his stomach as you rock back onto his cock faster and with the purpose of taking him down and winning. The both of you work in tandem as you writhe against each other in a battle to reach the end, unsure of if you’re with him or against him but gods, it feels so fucking good being under him.

“M’so close…Don’t fucking stop,” you shudder, and Luke shuts his eyes hard and takes a deep breath. Even if all 12 Olympians came down right now to smite him he wouldn’t be able to pull out.

So he doesn’t.

He couldn’t even if he tried—he cums so hard, his front meeting your back as you fall into the sand with a muffled yelp and he’s pumping thick rods of his release into your pussy. You shiver under him slightly until you realize your belly is warm from his efforts.

“That’s gotta be like 5 or 10 points,” Luke pants, nipping at your shoulder before he sits up. You’re laying there, ass up and motionless so he slaps a cheek before you start laughing.

“For me. At least you came,” you drone, having been on the brink of an orgasm.

He couldn’t argue with that. So he flips you onto your back and eats you out (sand and slick and all) until he’s ready again and by the time the morning bell rings, you’ve both lost track of who’s won your so-called competition.

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader #made by ma1dita ♥︎

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dollyhao · 5 months

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no nut november has ellie sensitive :(. nsfw, cunnilingus (e!recieving), teasing

“no nut november?” your arms are crossed and your face is screwed up in confusion. “yup,” ellie says sitting on the bed leaning back on her arms. “no sex for 30 days.” your face doesn’t change. “i thought only men did that..?”

“jesse dared me.” “and you agreed?” ellie shrugs. you decide to see how far this goes, walking in between her legs leaning down to kiss her. ellie hands move to grab your waist but stop mid air. she pushes at your shoulders.

you pull away looking bewildered, “oh your being dead ass…” ellie can’t even fucking believe she’s doing this herself but she’s stubborn so she’s gonna stick it out. you stare at her with furrowed brows before your face relaxes and turns into a sudden smile. “ok,” you say grinning at her, “good luck.” you say walking to your kitchen.

wtf? are you upset or annoyed? if you are she wishes you would fuss at her instead of… smiling and making her feel unnerved.

it’s been a fucking week with no sex and ellie is SENSITIVE. the slight graze of your fingers has her flinching and wanting more. so when you decide to walk around the house in a crop top and some tight short shorts and ellie is practically in heat.

your laying on your stomach on the couch with a book in your hand while ellie watches you from across the room on the floor. she was supposed to be practicing a new song she was writing but she couldn’t stop glancing up at you. the way you lick your lips and absentmindedly play with your hair. or the way your ass moves slightly as you readjust yourself.

you look over at her because your not hearing her music anymore and see her already running her eyes up your body. you close your book opening your arms for her to come sit with you, “come here els,” you say trying so hard to hold back a smile.

ellie is never gonna finish this stupid challenge but you definitely won’t be the one to initiate it. so when ellie hurries over to you falling into your arms wrapping her arms around you, rubbing her hands over your back and trailing them down to your legs, you knew you had her.

“you ok? you’ve been so off lately..” you pulling away from her with a fake pout. ellie nods leaning in to kiss you. you let her peck your lips before pulling away. “els.. what about your challenge?” she lets out a loud groan throwing her head back, you giggle at her pecking her cheek. “please... let’s just..” ellie says before pulling you into a desperate kiss.

ellie grips your ass pushing her tongue in your mouth. you let her run her tongue over yours and moan in your mouth before pushing her away smiling, “let me take care of you,” you say rubbing her legs and kneeling on the floor in front of her. “please?” she says already pulling her sweat pants down. you break out into a wide grin seeing how desperate she is. you help her pull her boxers down and rub your hands on her thighs looking up at her with a sultry look.

“can you.. like, hurry?” she huffs out already leaking on the couch. “my love, did you think about what your stupid celibacy has done to me?” you say running your fingers up and down her slit, she nods furiously, “i—fuck— i know… i’m sorry.” she rubs the back of your head. you smile at her, pulling her to the edge of the couch laying the flat of your tongue against her clit dragging upwards slowly before taking her bud in your mouth.

ellie cradles your head with one of her hands as she throws her head back moaning loudly. she chants your name like a prayer when you fuck her with your fingers. “you like that baby~?” you smile at her with her juices on your chin. she doesn’t answer you as the knot in her stomach tightens she huffs and whimpers your name some more. but you got your answer when she clenched on your fingers.

you suckle on her clit again before she’s gushing on your fingers. ellie is resting her head on the back of the couches when she whispers “fuck me…” a shudder runs through her because your circling her clit slowly with your thumb. “i already did~” you say with a grin. “now my turn.”

#my baby 😕#wlw #lesbian #the last of us #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x fem reader #tlou ellie #ellie williams tlou2 #loser ellie

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