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Why "salmon" pronounced "sa-mon" but salmonella isn't pronounced "sa-mon-el-la"? 🤔
gosh hes just so big and tough and manly. i wanna jump on him and kiss all over his face while caressing his big strong arms and chest.
Got my copyyy, I'm super excited to crack this open 🔥
Happy Pridddee Monthh!!! 🏳️🌈
I think polysexual is the label that suits me best but at the same time I don't think labels matter all that much. I am who I am and I love who I love. Anyways hope everyone has a very gay pride 🤪 I'm planning on attending my very first pride event which also happens to be one of my hometown's 1st pride events. So excited!!!
Sort of SPOILER for Good Omens..
I know it's not really but I don't want to give anyone who hasn't had a chance to watch season 3 pre-feelings? lol..
Anyways... WHAT A FUCKING RIDE!!! My eyeballs hurt from crying and my cheeks are so hot and red as well. I have NEVER felt all these things for a show or movie til now 😭🥰💜💜
Okay, I need more of David Tennant singing asap. His voice is so beautiful 😭
Okay, I finished season 2 of Good Omens (just in time for 3).. And I need to say: seeing Crowley & Aziraphale sad fucking HURT. THAT SHIT HURT 😭😭😭💔💔💔
Good Omens Crowley Fanart - Good Omens season 3
@goodomensonprime subió nueva foto para la promoción de #goodomens3 ♡ La foto no se parece en nada a esto jaja, pero ya tenia este dibujito casi hecho, asi que aproveche para terminarlo y subirlo xD Esta medio boceto,medio no se. Eh si, no se. Pero esta. Yo solo queria dibujar un crowley despeinado todo bonito Igual me gusta (? . Cuando los dibujo parecen muy jovenes, pero no se, si intento hacerle rasgos mas adultos me quedan raros. No se. Igual me gustan idk (? . Tableta grafica xppen deco mini 7 v2 ♡
So The Wiggles has been on a lot in my house recently.. And despite watching more of season 2 of Good Omens last night, I had "Wags The Dog Likes To Tango" stuck in my head but I also kept thinking about how hot David & Michael are; more specifically as Crowley & Aziraphale. Decided to read some Crowley & Aziraphale x reader smut.
Guess what my dream was like? Take a wild fucking guess 😭😭😂😂
Had parts of the smut played out how I pictured it and in the background was The Wiggles opening song.. So it was Crowley & Aziraphale & myself making out and "In The Wiggles worlld, in The Wiggles wooorrrlldd" 😭🤣🤣 Like what the hell???? And yes, the making out slowly ceased and turned into dancing.. Leave it to me to make a wet dream into a comedic dream🤪
Warnings; Female Reader, Female Anatomy Used, Kissing, Pussy Eating, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex (Double Penetration 😏), Dirty Talk, Praising, Cream Pies! Generally just fluffy and smutty, my personal favorite combo.
Note; Well here it is, my Crowley/Reader/Aziraphae one shot. It’s written with a female bodied reader because I’m female and that’s what I know best. I loved writing this. Once again it became very long and I could not stop the train. Hope everyone who wanted this enjoys it.
AO3 Link; The Devils Hour😈
Word Count; 7.5k
It’s 3 am. You notice after glancing at the red numbers on the digital clock currently sitting on your nightstand. It’s the devils hour. Which is kind of funny considering you’re missing the actual demon that usually occupies part of the bed. It’s completely dark in your shared room, the only other light is from the moon peaking through the curtains, letting you see occasional shapes as you look around the room. You hear the sounds of cars driving down your road once in awhile, and you just hope it’s Crowley, pulling up in his Bentley, Queen music blaring.
You’re halfway laying on your belly and your right side, left leg bent and tucked up beside your waist as you reach out a hand to run it over the soft blanket on the side of the bed that Crowley usually sleeps on. Except right now it’s empty. The blanket feels cool to the touch and it’s unsettling. You grip the blanket tightly, knuckles turning white, before releasing it. The bed’s just too big and it teeters on the line of feeling wrong without Crowley there with you and the Angel.
You start to feel a tug in your chest at the familiar ache of missing the demon. The uncomfortable emotion settles in your heart heavily, sinking into your chest, almost like a lead balloon. It weighs you down and presses you into the mattress a little bit more than before. As you lay there contemplating your misery you hear the blanket rustle behind you and you’re reminded you still have your sweet Angel in the bed with you. It makes you feel a tad lighter.
“Angel,” you breathe out, feeling a warm, steady arm wrap around your waist from behind, pulling you closer. Aziraphale curls up against your back, shifting a knee to get between the soft skin of your thighs. Pillowy lips press a kiss into the back of your neck, over a knob in your spine, which he has access to since your hair’s pulled up into a bun.
“Is everything alright my dear? Why are you awake?” Aziraphale questions, voice quiet and raspy with sleep. You scoot back as much as you can into his embrace and rest your hand on the forearm that holds you.
“I miss Crowley, I thought he would be home by now,” you respond, voice thick with emotion, eyes stinging, threatening to fill with tears. You feel as if you’re being a bit over dramatic but who cares, you miss him. You would miss the Angel just the same if he were gone. You pull the soft blanket up over your shoulder, covering you both.
He brings his hand to the bottom of your large T-shirt. It’s some older, worn one Aziraphale never wears anymore. He wants to get closer to you and he slips that hand underneath, fingers rubbing the skin of your belly soothingly this time as he wraps his arm around you even tighter in comfort.
“I know my love, I miss him too. The old boy is alright. He’ll be home soon. He can’t stay away from us for long, you know that,” Aziraphale says, tone reassuring, nuzzling the back of your head gently. You can feel his warm breath on your neck and it makes you shiver slightly, goosebumps erupting up your arms and legs. An involuntary pulse of arousal makes your pussy clench around nothing. You try to ignore it. Which of course doesn’t work.
“I know, I just, well it’s been awhile since we’ve all been in bed together. I miss being with both of you,” you say shyly, craving the intimacy and pleasure that comes with the three of you having sex together. Missing the way one of them stretches open your pussy as the other presses into your tight arse. The image flashes behind your eyelids and your cheeks burn as your entire body feels too hot. Your pussy clenches again and you squeeze your thighs around the Angels knee for some relief. Aziraphale feels the way you press your pretty little arse into his pelvis, feeling his dick twitch at the sensation.
“Darling,” Aziraphale starts to coo, “You’re missing our demon that badly huh?” he teases, fondly of course, raising up on one elbow to lean forward and press a sweet kiss to the side of your neck.
“Yes.” It comes out as a breathy moan. The Angel hums against your neck. He lets his soft lips trail over your earlobe and whispers in your ear.
“Maybe I can help you feel a little better, my pretty little doll.” You breathe in sharply. You can definitely feel your own heartbeat in your pussy. Warmth pools in your lower belly instantly. The Angel presses his knee a little bit further and puts pressure against your aching clit. Just that little bit of contact feels so good, making your limbs tingle warmly. It makes you crave the loving he’s so gifted at giving.
“Please Angel.” Voice on edge, as you squeeze your bare thighs around the knee he has pushed against your pussy. You rock your hips, grinding your clit onto his knee a couple times, groaning softly. Aziraphale watches your movements, feeling your warm pussy rubbing against his bare leg through your panties, a slightly wet sensation. Your sweet noises reach his ears and his entire body flushes hotly, his cock jumping against your arse, filling out steadily. He can’t help but slip his knee free and roll you onto your back, eager to keep going.
You let him manhandle your body and your head ends up resting on a pillow. You look up at his pretty blue eyes. He bites his bottom lip and helps you bend your legs at the knee, placing your feet on the mattress. You only make one short sound of protest at the loss of his touch and he laughs brightly.
“There, there my love, I’ll be touching your pretty body again shortly,” he says, playfully as he makes his way closer between your thighs, pushing them wide open with his hands on your knees. He decides to shove off the fuzzy blanket that was covering the two of you, it had start to just pool around his waist. It gathers at the end of your bed.
You lick your lips and reach out for Aziraphale with a soft pout on your mouth. You grab a fistful of his shirt and tug him to you. His lips pull into an amused smile and he lets himself be pulled. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, gently relaxing his weight down onto you, and you both groan at the feeling of your chests pressing together. His body crushes you slightly and for some reason it turns you on even more. You can feel his warmth through both your shirts and it makes your nipples harden.
You yearn to kiss him, so you grip his shoulders and pull him down to your mouth. Aziraphales sweet, plump lips slotting against yours perfectly. The Angel makes you feel safe, loved, happy and your kiss conveys all of that. He tilts his head as he moves your lips together slowly, intimately. The kiss starts to feel like heated honey, the sweetness of it soothing some of the bitter ache you both feel missing Crowley.
You moan into his mouth and poke your tongue out to run it against his bottom lip. You hear him whine as he opens his mouth instantly letting you in. You twist your tongue with his for a moment just tasting him before sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. You chomp down, biting it and releasing it with a wet sound. He moans low in his throat.
“Oh, you’re such a little tease aren’t you?” Aziraphale tickles your ribs softly as he leans down to kiss your neck. You let out a happy giggle, pushing at his hands without much force. You let yourself enjoy the feeling of his mouth, melting under his touch in a puddle of warm goo. His hands trail down your sides to the bottom of your shirt. He grips the edge of it and sits back on his calves so he can pull it up and off of you. You sit up a little and let him strip you, tossing it to the side. The cool air hits your chest giving you goosebumps again. As you lay back again, his fingers have already slipped into the waistband of your panties. You let out an accidental laugh.
“You’re so eager Angel,” you say, teasing him. He looks at you and grins, giving you a wink. You bite your lip and tilt your head down to watch him. You decide to be proactive and lift your hips for him. He makes an approving noise as he tugs them down your legs, again tossing them aside carelessly. Aziraphale runs his hands appreciatively over your soft thighs and up your belly. You whimper at the feeling of his warm hands. He smiles at you lovingly and leans forward to nuzzle at the space between your breasts. You feel a sharp pinch, like being stung by a bee and you know he’s sucking a love bite into the skin there. You let out a yelp at the sensation of teeth as your hands shoot up to tangle into his soft, white curls.
“Oh! Oh-hah that feels so good Angel.” Whining as he shifts his head to the left, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Aziraphale wraps his lips around your perky bud and sucks harshly, tongue flicking up and down. A low moan vibrates in your chest and your back arches up into his touch. You’re starting to sweat as your thighs clench around his hips and he presses his pelvis down into your groin. His covered cock spreading the slick folds of your pussy. He releases your nipple with a pop and gasps sharply at the feeling of your warm pussy rubbing against him. He pushes his hips up, grinding against your clit, sending tingles of pleasure and relief up your spine.
“Azi,” you say, whining. You let the last syllable drag out. He knows you’re starting to feel it as you only use that nickname when you’re in bed.He snickers a little bit, moving his hips slowly, letting his cock drag continuously through your folds and against your clit. It’s soaking his briefs.
“Hmm? Is your pretty pussy feeling good my sweet girl?” he whispers, in a way that sounds like he’s teasing but it’s wrapped in a loving tone. Aziraphale doesn’t usually speak so filthily, at least not outside of the bedroom. He pushes through the embarrassment each time because it turns him on so much seeing your sweet reactions to his words.
“Yes! Yes, S’good Azi, want you inside Angel.” Crying out to him, you dig your nails into his forearms. Heavens, that really sets him off. He knows his cock is flushed and hard as steel. He can feel the throb of heated arousal in his groin and how his briefs are sticking lewdly to his leaking tip. He groans your name and leans down to kiss at your collarbone. The feeling makes your eyes flutter closed, tilting your jaw up as you lose yourself in him.
“Well, for hells sake, don’t you two just make the loveliest picture. Couldn’t wait for me to get home huh?” A smooth voice purrs from the open doorway of their room. You and Aziraphale immediately freeze in place at the sound of his voice, breaking apart as you shoot up to sit straight up in the bed and the Angel turns on his knees to face the demon. Crowley flips on the switch to the low light of their room, bathing them all in soft, warm light.
Both of your faces light up like the sun as you recognize the voice belonging to the red head and you’re both scrambling off the bed and shooting towards Crowley. Your foot almost getting caught in the blanket as you tumble off the bed. The demon laughs happily as the two of you wrap your arms around his waist, sandwiching him in between you and the Angel. You not caring you’re completely naked and Aziraphale not caring he’s sporting a raging boner that’s poking Crowley straight in the thigh.
“Miss me did we?” Crowley teases in a smooth voice, as he lets himself be squished, absolutely loving it. Sounding like a cat who doesn’t want to admit he wants affection. The two of them release him as they all smile happily.
“We missed you so much love, I didn’t think you’d be home tonight,” you say, voice full of love, excited now that you are all three together. Crowley slips his glasses off and walks to place them on the side table, shrugging off his jacket and toeing off his shoes.
“I wasn’t sure I’d be home tonight either but I couldn’t stand being away for much longer,” he replies, with a smirk.
“Yeah, that’s what Azi said too,” you comment offhandedly, in a joyful tone of voice. You move to sit on the edge of the bed and Aziraphale walks closer to Crowley, getting in his space. Crowleys eyebrows raise up at the nickname as he looks at you briefly before making eye contact with the smug looking Angel.
“Azi huh? Just how good was the Angel making you feel, you pretty little demon,” he says, with a smirk, knowing you only call the Angel that when you’re in bed, when you’re getting all needy and whiny. When you start to feel so good your words slur and you beg the Angel to pound you. Your cheeks turn a bright pink at his words. Aziraphale speaks before you can.
“Oh dear, I was just getting a little bit of a taste of our girl before you came home. I thought you’d enjoy a bit of a feast when you got here. I had a feeling you’d be home late like this…wanting a late night snack my love,” the Angel says, in a teasing voice, sounding ridiculously seductive. Crowley grins wickedly in return and leans down in Aziraphales face.
“You’re such a good Angel,” Crowley coos, as he leans closer and presses his lips against the Angels. Aziraphale sighs happily and wraps his arms around Crowleys neck, melting into the kiss as their lips move together sensually.
You wiggle where you sit on the edge of the bed, belly heating dangerously as the atmosphere between the three of you charges significantly. Crowley fitting seamlessly into the situation, like he was never even gone. Watching the two of them together is bewitching. The way their lips meet and move together with a slick noise. Crowley tugging Aziraphale forward by his hips. Seeing flashes of their tongues disappear in each others mouths. Your pussy throbs repeatedly and you can’t help but let out a whine, wanting their attention. They break from the kiss but not their position, still glued together. Both of them turning their heads to look at you, faces looking way too smug.
“Feeling left out my love? You’re such a needy little demon.” Teasing you, Aziraphale breaks away from his embrace with Crowley. He walks towards you and stops a few inches away from your spread thighs. You nod and bite your bottom lip. You maintain eye contact with Aziraphale as he hooks his thumbs into his briefs and slowly pushes them down his hips. You then watch as his cock bobs free when the waistband of his briefs catches on it. He pushes the underwear the rest of the way off. You can’t keep your eyes away from his pretty pink cock. Thick, but not too long. You reach out a hand to wrap your fingers around his dick but he grabs your wrist. “Not yet my dear. Let’s wait for Crowley okay?” he says, softly, eyes sparkling with amusement at your eagerness. Your lips turn into a small pout and you nod reluctantly as your eyes glance over to see what the demon is doing.
Crowley took advantage of you being distracted and had busied himself with shedding his clothes, leaving him in his briefs and black tee currently. You bite the inside of your lip while you run your eyes over his lanky figure. You notice the Angel so the same. Crowleys lips tug into a one sided smirk.
“Love,” the Angel calls out, gently, to get your attention. You look up at him once again. “Why don’t we get a better view of our gorgeous boy huh?” he says.
“What do you have in mind?” you question, curiously, wondering what’s running through the Angels brain. He pointedly says nothing as he gets on the bed next to you and crawls to the headboard. He props up a couple pillows against the frame and he turns to lay his back against them, letting his legs fall open as he plants his feet.
“Come sit in my lap love, let’s enjoy a show and watch Crowley get undressed,” Aziraphale says, with a sly smile. Your belly flips eagerly as you nod excitedly and quickly move up the bed. You turn around as well and sit in between his legs. You rest your back against his chest as you recline, you can feel his heart beating steadily. Aziraphale maneuvers you until each of your thighs are resting on the outside of his, spreading your legs and pussy open. He wraps his arms around your waist as you watch Crowley move to the end of the bed, standing by the edge. His eyes roam your spread body. As his serpent eyes make their way to your cunt, he licks his bottom lip, forked tongue flicking out, and he palms his dick through his underwear.
“C’mon Crowley, we wanna see you get naked,” you say, feeling amused. You feel the Angels soft breath on your neck as he chuckles. Crowleys head tilts back as he laughs.
“Eager for me?” he jokes. You both nod and Aziraphale squeezes your waist again and rests the side of his face against yours.
“Yes dear, we’ve missed seeing your body,” Aziraphale says, eagerly. Crowley wiggles his eyebrows and he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and in one movement pulls it off, letting it drop on the ground. You both cheer softly. Crowley laughs and hooks his fingers into his waistband, lingering. “Doesn’t our dear boy look so..enticing?” The Angel whispers in your ear. You shiver and nod. The Angel trails one hand from your waist down your belly slowly. He brushes his fingers through the curly hair on your mound. Your heart rate picks up and you feel liquid heat in your belly as he softly places his pointer and middle finger on your clit. You inhale sharply, legs flexing around the outside of his thighs. Crowley watches the movements of his Angels hand and he bites his bottom lip. You see Crowleys cock fill out completely in his briefs as the Angel starts to rub slow, tiny circles into your clit. You feel Aziraphales cock start to harden again against your back. Your head falls back onto his shoulder and you moan loudly as pleasure smolders through you, straining to keep your eyes open and on Crowley. “Ah, that’s a good girl, keep those pretty eyes on Crowley love,” Aziraphale praises, moving his fingers a little faster. You began to breathe a little heavier, wiggling slightly and Crowley can’t wait anymore. He pushes his briefs off and steps out of them.
You’re letting out soft sounds of pleasure and you reach out a hand for Crowley, making a grabby motion at him. He smiles and makes his way up to you both before sitting on his haunches. He grabs your hand and squeezes your fingers before letting your hand rest against your belly. He makes eye contact with Aziraphale briefly as you watch them have some sort of mental conversation, before Crowley smirks. The Angel slows his fingers down and you make a protesting noise. He stops and slips a finger up and down through your folds, covering it in slick before pulling it away. You cry out, whimpering his nickname. He giggles and whispers in your ear.
“What do you want my pretty little doll?” Shifting in place, you flex your open legs briefly.
“I- I want his mouth,” you mumble softly, eyes glued to the demons lips. You’d been thinking about Crowley eating you out for a week now. It being the star of many of your recent dreams. The other two snicker.
“I can’t hear you dear, can’t you speak up,” Aziraphale says, in a bit of a condescending tone, teasing you and kissing the side of your neck. You burn with embarrassment, but it just turns you on even more.
“Such a whiny little demon, can’t even tell us what she wants. Angel, I think she wants me to eat her pussy.” Crowley grins, letting his tongue flick out again. You feel the Angels dick twitch against your lower back at the words. He loves watching Crowley eat you out.
“Oh yeah?” he giggles. “Do you want Crowley to eat your pretty little pussy love?” You groan loudly, feeling so unbelievably turned on by the filth that leaves their mouths. Aziraphale holds onto your hips and makes a tsk sound, like he’s disappointed before he speaks. “Now my dear, use your words. Tell Crowley you want him to use his wicked mouth to eat your pussy.” Crowley rubs a hand soothingly up and down your thigh.
“Yeah sweetheart, tell me you hearts desire,” Crowley teases, trailing a finger down the crease between your wet heat and your thigh.
“Fuckk, Crowley please, I want you to eat my pussy,” you say with a whine, feeling too hot in your skin, legs tingling from where they’re stretched open. You hear Aziraphale inhale sharply as the words leave your mouth. Crowleys smile can only be described as hungry. He moves onto his belly in between your thighs in a way that can only be described as a slither. Your breath catches as his face gets close to your pussy.
“Good job sweetheart,” he says, breath fanning over your clit. Your hips twitch upwards involuntarily in response. Aziraphale rests his chin on your shoulder and looks down to enjoy the view. Crowley keeps eye contact with you both as he closes the distance and his tongue pokes out to slide between your folds and up to your clit. He licks stripes into your clit, swirling his tongue in a circle.
“Fuck! Crowley, oh god!” you choke out, moaning lowly as swirls his tongue leisurely. Your hands shoot out to tangle in his red hair, tugging tightly. His eyes flutter for a second and he moans against your pussy. You and Aziraphale watch the demon with undivided attention.
“Heavens, this is beautiful. You’re such a good girl, letting Crowley eat your pussy.” Aziraphale says, voice breathless. His arms tighten around your waist and you feel his dick throb. Crowley wraps his lips around your clit and sucks gently, flicking his forked tongue at the same time. Your thighs tense against Aziraphales, wanting to close around the demons head. Your eyes squeeze shut as your head falls back onto the Angels shoulder. A wail tears from your chest.
Crowley digs his nails into your thighs and he starts to make out with your pussy. He rolls your swollen clit over and over between his lips, using his tongue to help push you closer to the edge. Your slick and his saliva coating his lips. You can feel it drip down to your arse and onto the bed. You feel Aziraphales fingers grip your jaw, squeezing and tugging your chin so your head tilts down to watch Crowley.
“Eyes open, my dear. Be good,” Aziraphale coos. You start to pant and force your eyes open to watch the demon devour you. Crowley takes one hand off your thigh and brings it close to your pussy, dragging it through your folds as he sucks on your clit again. He rubs the flat of his tongue up and down your clit in a steady rhythm.You jolt in slight surprise as you feel a miraculously lube covered finger rub circles over your arse hole for a moment, trying to loosen you up.
“S-shit Crowley!” you say, shakily as his finger just glides into your hole smoothly all the way to his last knuckle. The demon sucks gently on your clit to help ease the ache. The Angel brings his hands up to grip your breasts, after letting go of your jaw.
“You think you can take both of us tonight my love?” Aziraphale asks, gently and noses at your jaw. You nod quickly, arse tightening around Crowleys finger and he pops off your pussy for a moment, starting to pump his finger and kissing your clit once more shortly.
“Oh, she likes that Angel,” Crowley purrs, before quickly pulling his finger back and adding a second. He presses them in gently past your rim, then all the way in. You moan at the familiar uncomfortable sensation of you arse stretching to fit his fingers, insides throbbing dully.
“I know she does,” the Angel giggles. Aziraphale brings one hand off your breasts back down to rub circles into your clit again, using the saliva left from Crowleys tongue to make his fingers move smoother. You cry out his name and your hands grip his forearms harshly.
“Azi! Yeah-yes, want you both, need you both at the same time!” The other two moan in unison.
“Fuck, okay, yes, let me stretch you a little bit more okay doll?” Crowley rumbles, Aziraphale moves his fingers a bit quicker on your clit and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tight heat squeezes Crowleys fingers. Aziraphale takes his fingers off your clit and grips your breasts again, pinching your nipples between his fingers. He sucks bites into your shoulder, letting you enjoy the feeling of Crowleys fingers in your arse. You sigh in relief, clit getting sensitive and moan at the feeling of fullness. The burning ache, dulling to a pleasurable tingle. The demon focuses on stretching you open for a few more moments. You feel your back start to stick to Aziraphales chest, feeling him nuzzle into the back of your neck, holding your waist again. The demon adds a third finger, spreading them in the process.
“Crowley,” you moan, softly.
“What is it my sweet little demon?” he asks, looking up at you.
“I’m ready, please, no more,” you say, breathily.
“You ready Angel?” Crowley asks Aziraphale, knowing the Angel is brimming with anticipation.
“Yes my dear, I want to be inside of her so badly,” he responds eagerly, thrusting his hips slightly, rubbing his dick up against your back. You feel the discomfort of Crowley slipping his fingers free and you whimper. Crowley sits up on his knees and smiles widely. You reach your hands up to grip his cheeks, pulling him forward into a kiss, realizing you hadn’t had the chance yet. He hums softly against your lips and you kiss sweetly, his lips feeling like coming home. It only lasts a brief moment, all three of you too worked up to wait longer. Aziraphale unwinds his arms, releasing your legs and sneaks out from behind you. He sits at your side and Crowley in front of you.
“Doll, how do you want us this time?” Crowley asks, caressing your cheek with his hand. You look between the two of them and your cheeks heat up. Aziraphale is a little bit thicker then Crowley, meaning he’ll stretch your arse out more, which could be uncomfortable. On the other hand you haven’t seen Crowley in a week and want to be face to face with him, feeling his dick stretch your pussy. They wait patiently for your answer. Each of them with a hand around their cocks, aching for relief.
“I think, I think I want Crowley to be in my pussy this time,” you say, as your blush travels to your chest, feeling a little guilty. Aziraphale notices the guilty look on your face and he leans close to press a kiss to your cheek. He leans back and looks into your eyes.
“Love, don’t feel guilty, there’s nothing to feel bad about. You know I love being inside of your tight little arse.” Grinning, he backs off again. You giggle lightly. Crowley smiles at you both and moves to lay on his back on the bed. He bends his knees and plants his feet.
“Well then pretty girl, come sit on my dick,” Crowley remarks, looking all too happy with himself. You roll your eyes playfully and move to straddle his lap. You feel the heat of the Angels chest on your back as he settles between Crowleys legs.
“Azi, will you help me?” Without turning your head you speak to Aziraphale and you watch Crowleys cock jump as you speak. You wink at him. He sticks his tongue out at you with a little hiss. Aziraphale moans into the skin of your shoulder.
“Heavens love, you’re gonna make me cum before I even get inside of you,” he replies, he grips your hips guiding you to lift onto your knees. You obey and stay still as one of his hands snakes under you to grab onto Crowleys leaking, hard cock. You both hear the demon let out a hiss. Aziraphale lines up Crowleys cock with your soaking pussy. Aziraphale teases you both by rubbing Crowleys tip through your folds, spreading them gently and you both whine, you dig your nails into the demons chest. You hear the Angel laugh before he lets the demons cock catch on your pussy and he tugs your hip, pulling you down onto Crowleys cock. When you start to feel the delicious stretch of the demon, Aziraphale stills your descent.
“Wait love.” Scooting back the Angel gets a better view of you two.
“Angel, c’mon stop teasing us, let me inside her pussy,” Crowley all but growls, you make a sound of agreement. Aziraphale laughs brightly, loving to torture you both a bit.
“I just want to be able to see that’s all dearest. You wouldn’t deny me the gorgeous view of you filling her up would you?” he says, voice teasing. Crowley just groans in response. Aziraphale presses a hand to your lower back, tilting you forward a little bit, exposing you more. He grips both of your arse cheeks and spreads them open. “Perfect,” he breathes. “You can let him fill you up now darling,” he says, squeezing both cheeks.
“How lovely of you to let us start having sex Azi,” you say, sarcastically. He hums in response, eyes glued to where you and Crowley connect. You let yourself sink down onto Crowleys cock, letting him stretch your pussy open blissfully. You and the demon cry out simultaneously as you bottom out, sitting fully in his lap. “Crowley, you feel so good, oh god.” Choking on a moan you brace more of your weight on him.
“For fucks sake sweetheart, your pussy always feels so good. You take me so well, yes just like that pretty little thing,” Crowley cooes. You hear the Angel behind you whimper softly at the sight. You feel Aziraphales hands grip your waist as he encourages you to start riding the demon.
“Azi, shit, shit, yes that feels so good,” you cry out, using your thighs to ride Crowley. Every time you move up and down you feel his warm cock drag against the walls of your pussy, creating friction so good you feel heated sparks shoot up through your spine. Crowley talks a big game but now a he’s a moaning, needy mess beneath you, fingers gripping your thighs tight. Aziraphale looks over your shoulder at Crowley as you ride him.
“Oh Crowley, such a pretty mess you make. Her pussy making you feel good dear boy?” he says, voice soothing. Crowley nods and lets out a groan from deep in his chest. All of a sudden there’s hands on your hips, yanking you down onto Crowleys cock, making you sit still in his lap. Your pussy clenches tight around Crowleys cock, and you gasp sharply. The demon curses in return. “My loves, I can not wait any longer. I need to be inside your sweet arse my doll, need to feel my cock caressing Crowleys,” he says, voice trembling, hands smoothing up your back.
“Yes, yes okay Azi, fill me up please, want you both.” Wiggling your hips in the Angels grasp.
“Are you ready dear?” Addressing Crowley quickly, he already has a hand pressing into the middle of your back, forcing you to bend more and you place your hands on either side on Crowleys head, staring into his snake eyes.
“Yes my Angel, please I want to feel you both,” Crowley answers, voice breathy, making steady eye contact with you. “You can do it my sweet little demon, you can take him, we’ve got you,” Crowley coos, framing your face with his hands. You whine and your eyes widen as you feel the head of the Angels thick cock press against your arse. He must’ve miracled more lube onto his cock, because the tip of his dick pops in past your rim easily. You choke on an inhale feeling a flash of stinging pain as he lets you adjust and he rubs your lower back lovingly, while he tries to keep still. Your arse so tight and warm. So slick it’s almost already too overwhelming for him. You let out a strangled whimper, already feeling the burning ache turn up a notch. The two of them whisper sweet nothings to you and massage whatever skin their hands can reach as you take deep breaths.
“Azi, please, move, fuck me,” you almost sob. The sensation pushing the edge of too much.
“Yes dear, doing such a good job, look so pretty taking both of us.” Aziraphale babbles, whispering sweet praises as he slowly fills your arse all the way up, balls pressing against your skin. He waits only a few seconds before pulling his hips back and thrusting forward again smoothly. Aziraphale starts to find a steady rhythm and the pain starts to fade into immense pleasure, making you sigh with relief. Crowley lets out a sound that must’ve been punched out of him as he feels Aziraphales cock start to drag against his through your slick and warm walls.
“Fuck! Angel, your cock feels so good against mine, hah, she’s so damn tight.” Crowley feels white hot pleasure crash over him in waves and his toes curl as he tries to thrust upwards to match a somewhat steady pace with the Angel. Aziraphales head falls back as he lets out a throaty moan.
“Heavens Crowley, you do feel unbelievable.” As they both start to move your arms give out. The sensation of being filled in both holes overwhelming to say the very least. You have to rest your chest against Crowleys and bury your face in his neck. You cry out repeatedly into his skin, letting out little ah’s as they pleasure you. You hold onto the sheets by the demons head with a death grip. He murmurs your name lowly in your ear.
“You’re such a good girl, taking us like I knew could. Your pussy is unbelievable, you love this don’t you sweetheart,” he says, hushed and quiet in your ear. You’re so blissed out you can’t respond right now, just writhing in his hold, trying to gulp down air. Crowley grips your arse tightly while Aziraphale keeps his hands on your hips. Both of them pulling and pushing in and out of you, filling you over and over. They stretch you to your limits as they both move a bit faster, finding a faster rhythm now. Never leaving you without one of their cocks filling you up.
You all listen to the wet smacking sounds of wet skin meeting wet skin lewdly. Aziraphales hooded eyes meet Crowleys and they interlace their fingers together on the left side of your hip, fucking into you almost roughly now. Your belly tightens dangerously, heat warring in your stomach. Your pussy starts to flutter around Crowleys cock and you know Aziraphale can feel it in your arse too. You get the strange pressure in your pelvis that signals you might squirt and your heart races.
“Crowley,” you whine, words pressing against his neck.
“I know sweet girl, I know, you’re about to cum aren’t you?” The demon soothes you while pressing a kiss the the side of your head. He pants in your ear as he works to keep up the rhythm Aziraphale set. Aziraphale’s been listening to the demon whisper into your ear and he bites the inside of his cheek, his heart warming at the sight of the two of you. It makes his cock throb as he locks eyes with Crowley.
“She’s gonna cum Angel,” Crowley warns, Aziraphale taking the chance to brace one hand on your upper back, pushing you down into Crowleys chest. He’s still holding Crowleys hand. He breathes heavily as he moves his hips, fucking into your sweet spot through you arse in long, fast strokes.
“I know my love,” he breaks off, groaning. “I-I’m afraid I’m getting close as well. Her arse is just too tight and with the way you feel against me, I won’t last much longer,” he says, whiny edge to his voice. Crowley nods and wraps his free arm around your waist, hugging you tightly.
“I’ve been trying not to c-cum this whole time,” Crowley replies, breathless laughter ringing out as he fucks up into you harder. Just like that you wrap your arms around the demons neck, wanting to be even closer to him as the coil in your belly releases. The unbearably warm pleasure of your orgasm gushes through your limbs, feeling like warm caramel. Your body tenses as you sob into Crowleys neck. Your pussy and your arse clenching suffocatingly so around the cocks currently working you through your climax.
“Oh, oh, hah, so good, pretty girl, doing such a good job, making me cum with your sweet arse,” the Angel spews, words spilling out of him, unable to stop. His hips stutter before he’s pressed all the way in, balls tightening and he starts to cum, filling your arse with sticky, warm release.
Crowleys able to watch as the Angels face twists with pleasure, eyebrows scrunching and his mouth falling open into an o shape. Cheeks flushed pink as his eyes fall shut. He squeezes the demons fingers and your arse with the other hand.
“You’re both so pretty when you cum, fucks sake, it’s not fair,” Crowleys whines, moving his hips harder as Aziraphale holds you still. You’re only able to relax for a few seconds before they hear you suddenly gasp.
“Azi, Crowley! I’m gonna squirt!” You cry out, tone frantic, feeling panicked as you cum for a second time. You squeeze around them both. Aziraphale cries out at the overstimulation and Crowley throws his head back onto the pillow and moans through his teeth. Your body trembles and you hang onto Crowleys shoulders for dear life and pleasure sparks through you again, only this time the pressure in your pelvis releases and you feel yourself squirt all over the demons belly and pelvis, Aziraphale can feel it on his balls, making him shiver. You let out a muffled scream into Crowleys shoulder.
The feeling of you squirting and watching the Angels face as he cums, it shoves Crowley off the edge. Not push, it brutally shoves him. He lets go of Aziraphales hand and presses his palm to the back of your head, tucking your face into his neck as he starts to cum. His other arm squeezes your waist even tighter.
“Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, oh shit.” Crowley cries out, cumming hard. Harder than he expected and he swears his vision whites out and his ears start ringing as he lazily thrusts his hips upwards. He feels like he’s been bathed in sunlight, blood buzzing. Aziraphale groans through his teeth as he feels Crowleys warm cum through the thin layer separating them, the demons dick throbbing in your pussy.
Your body shakes from the overstimulation where you lay on Crowleys chest. You all take deep breaths as you feel the Angels sweaty forehead on your back. After giving everyone a moment to return to their bodies, Aziraphale pulls out first. He does so slowly, knowing him being in your arse is a big cause of the overwhelming sensations you’re feeling. You whimper softly as his softening dick slips out of you and he flops down on one side of Crowley. You twist your head to look into his blue eyes as Crowley releases you from his iron grip.
“Are you alright my sweet doll?” Aziraphale prods gently, brushing hair off your forehead, as he noticed some of your hair falling out of the bun you put it in earlier. You nod your head.
“Yes, yeah I’m okay, I just feel exhausted.” You smile goofily. He presses a kiss to your forehead and your lips. You hum appreciatively and kiss him in return briefly. You two share a sweet, loving look. You lean back a little so you can look into Crowleys eyes, wanting to check on him.
His cheeks are flushed but his eyes are closed. You and Aziraphale glance at one another and you giggle. Aziraphale props himself up on one elbow to see the demons face. You lean down to kiss each one of Crowleys cheeks and he mumbles incoherently before opening his eyes. “Are you back in the land of living Crowley?” You ask teasingly as you brush your noses together in an intimate gesture, giving the demon butterflies.
“Barely,” he responds with one word, making you and the Angel laugh. Crowley grips the bottoms of your thighs and pulls you up his waist a little bit, letting his cock slip out of you. You wiggle uncomfortably as you feel their releases now start to drip out of both your holes. Not to mention the mess you made of Crowleys belly.
“Can one of you miracle away this mess please?” you request.
“I’ve got it my love,” Aziraphale responds, voice sweet and he waves his hand once, making the mess you all created disappear. You all but purr against Crowleys chest in return.
“Thanks Angel,” you say happily. “Should we make Crowley sleep in the middle tonight?” you ask Aziraphale, who hums thoughtfully in response. Crowley cuts in.
“No no, you two are like heaters, I’ll sweat to death if I sleep in the middle.” You slide off the demons chest and you lay on his other side, feeling sore all over.
“Nope too late, you’re sleeping in the middle, right Angel?” you ask, slipping an arm around his waist, resting your head on his chest. Aziraphale giggles. He sits up to grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and pulls it up covering all three of you. Laying down he wraps his own arm around the demons waist as well, rubbing your forearm softly.
“Crowley you can’t say no, you’ve been gone all week dear. Give us this one thing.” The Angel replies, cheekily. Crowley turns his head to glare at Aziraphale who takes the chance to kiss him, pressing their lips together sweetly. Truthfully, Crowley really can’t say no to either of you.
“Fine! Fine, but only tonight,” Crowley relents, pulling away from the kiss. You use a finger to turn his head by his chin. You kiss the demon as well. Crowley moans softly at the feeling. You pull back and lock eyes with your Angel, who smiles at you both with a look that says he’s in love.
“Come here, kiss me sweet girl,” he whispers. You can’t help but lean over Crowley to kiss Aziraphale just as eagerly.
“Oi, oi! No kissing over me, I don’t have the energy for another round right now.” Crowley says, pouting. You and Aziraphale part, nuzzling noses for a second before each laying back down on your respective sides of Crowley. You all snuggle up closely.
“Welcome home Crowley, I love you both,” you whisper, happily as someone snaps their fingers and the light shuts off, blanketing you all in darkness. You feel the demons arm snake under you and curl around your waist and the Angel tangles your fingers together, letting them rest on Crowleys belly. They both whisper I love you in return. Your heart feels full as you no longer lay in an incomplete bed.
Just the Crowley & Aziraphale x reader smut I was looking for 🥵🥵🔥🔥 I'm def going to hell 😩😂
You Go Down Like Holy Mary ♥️
Pairing: Sub Azirphale x fem dom reader x Dom Crowley !
TW: p in v, use of “good boy”, car sex, slightly religious themes, panty play, swearing and not proofread.
Inspired by and slightly based upon “Mary on A Cross” by Ghost!
if you don’t like it, don’t read it!
“Oh my!” Fell from Azirphales soft lips as he stood frozen in the semi crowded room. Crowley stood next to him with a shit eating grin on his face while leaning against the angels shoulder. “Are you sure she’s here!! This place is just…”
“A pool of sin?” Crowley hissed pulling the angels arm across the room until they were front and center sitting to get the best view possible. The two of them sat waiting , Azirphale sat nervously because how could you be in a place like this ? This is not where an innocent little girl like you should be at. Crowley on the other hand knew exactly what you were doing. He had caught you the other night but you never knew. You were two different people in one. A sweet innocent one in the day and at night ? You had a little demon on your shoulder controlling you and your luxury lifestyle.
The two of them always spoiled you with love , care, gifts and pleasure. Each of them had their own way with you one on one at times. Other times the three of you became one and sometimes you sat back watched them devour each other. It was perfect harmony.
Crowley wiped his hand on his pants before he grabbed Azirphales knee and squeezed making the Angel jump.
“Oh come on Angel, it’s not like you haven’t seen a peep show before, remember back in 1941? The magic show…”
“That was different! Our girl wasn’t apart of it!”
“She wasn’t even born yet!” Crowley pinched his nose before he kissed the angel on his cheek.
Before either of them could get a word in, the room went dark , the crowd hushed and the music started. You stepped out on the stage with a long black cloak that covered your heels that clicked along the stage. Your lips were a sparkly shade of red that glistened when the light hit them just right. Both Crowley and Azriphale leaned forward as you came closer dropping the black fabric along the way to reveal the white lingerie with the rhinestone studded crosses where your tits are.
Azriphale felt the wind get knocked out of him. He couldn’t believe his eyes! You! You were the one on stage swinging your hips in such a seductive way.
“You go down just like holy Mary…” you dropped down onto your knees and crawled towards the two of them. It wasn’t hard to spot your angel and demon , they stuck out pretty easily. It gave you goosebumps to see them but made your thighs clench together the closer you got to them. Crowley stuck out his tongue at you and hissed making you blow him a kiss. He tilted his head as you blew a kiss to Azriphale who was still in shock but the growing excitement in his pants wasn’t hard to miss either.
You sat on your knees on the edge looking at them directly as you mouthed along with the song pointing at them curling your finger ever so slowly. “If you choose to run away with me I will tickle you internally and I see nothing wrong with that.”
Crowley lowered his sunglasses to look at you with those striking yellow eyes that made you weak. You lifted your head and pulled yourself back on to your feet before walking back to the pole in the middle of the stage and threw your legs around it tightly and swung yourself a little bit around it before sliding all the way back down. Azriphale stood up quickly and went to run for you but Crowley pulled him back down by his arm.
“She’s working, this is what she does! A little teasing never hurt anyone.” Crowley looked at the angel with the same eyes he just used on you and the two sat back down to watch you finish your set.
Once the lights went out you were quickly running back stage only to bump into Crowley, curse his demon powers.
“Sweet sweet girl, putting on quite the show aren’t you?” His hands rested on your hips while Azriphale stood behind him with blown eyes.
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Your hand ran up Crowley chest making him grip on your hips. You let out a little groan before pulling him in for a kiss by his jacket. The two of you shared a deep kiss before a small throat clearing sound caught your attention.
“Don’t think I forgot about you, sweet angel.” You reached Azripahle and crashed your lips into his. His hands rested over Crowleys on your hips.
The Angel slowly pulled away from you.
“Bentley, now.” Crowley grabbed both of your hands. Yours in his right and Azriphale in his left as you charged out the back door with the two of you.
“Crowley are you sure we’re all going to fit?” You spoke up making him glare at you.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head.”
All three of you sat in the back seat not speaking a word for a minute.
“So… care to explain how and why your job is whatever I just watched ?!” Azripahle crossed his arms trying to be tough but it made you giggle.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it Angel… your mouth can say one thing …” your hand slid up his thigh. “But your body doesn’t lie.” Your hand reached the middle of his pants and gently squeezed the boner that was aching. A small moan left his lips. “Good boy.” You ran the tip of your tongue against the shell of his ear while keeping your hand between his legs. Azripahle couldn’t deny that was captivated and wanted to be your good boy.
“Why don’t you take care of the Angel tonight darling?” Crowley squeezed your ass cheek as he helped you climb onto Azripahles lap. “I think our good boy needs it.” He licked his lips watching you undo the buttons on the angles jacket.
“Please… I’ll be your good boy.” Azriphale panted as he felt you slowly grinding your hips against his.
“You’re always my good boy.” Your finger tips dragged down his jaw line before gripping it tightly so you could pull him closer and press your lips into his. A whine escaped his throat. “Now do what I say and I’ll let you cum tonight.” Your teeth bit down on his bottom lip making him let out a small yelp.
Crowley sat next to the two of you watching with lustful eyes. His own hand massaged his bulge in his leather pants. He watched how your lips left red lipstick stains on the angels throat down his chest and even on his white jacket! The two of you always placed nice together but watching you play both sweet and sour made Crowley beyond amazed because you really looked like you were from heaven but the acts you committed were devilish as sin.
“Oh my goodness.” Azriphale moaned out as you moved yourself against his bulge. You lifted your hips just enough to undo his pants and pulled out his cock.
“Oh sweet thing, you’re already leaking! Did you miss me that much? It’s only been two days since we made love!” You ran your hand over his cheek before he nodded. A smile appeared on your lips. Your free hand pulled your panties to the side making you shiver.
Crowley licked his lips when your scent filled the car. His hand reached over and ripped the fabric off with his sharp nails. A gasp left your lips watching him wrap the fabric in his hand.
Azriphale started thrusting his hips upwards wanting to put his cock inside of you. You gripped his throat making him freeze. “Eager little boy you are…” you sank down on his cock matching his facial expressions as you made it all the way down. “Fuck! Angel! So good!” You mumbled feeling his dick stretch you out. Azripahle whimpered below you holding your hips as you held onto his shoulders. You rolled your eyes back as you started bouncing up and down his cock moaning his name while he whimpered out your name.
The demon sat next to the two of you touching knees with the angel. His eyes focused on how you were riding the angel with your mouth hanging open letting all your pretty noises leave. Crowley had pulled out his dick and wrapped your wet panties around it to pump his dick. He couldn’t believe how well you were riding Azriphale even though he’s seen it so many times before. An angel fucking another angel ? How delightfully sinful!
“It feels so good!.” Azriphale was in heaven with how your pussy was nice, warm and wet around his hard cock. Your hands cupped his face while you picked up the speed of your hips and rode him harder. “Good boy! Such a good boy letting me fuck you’d like this.” You panted while looking in his eyes. Being your good boy made Azripahle weak in the knees because the way you said it was just delightful. “My good boy yes!” You pushed his head down so his face buried between your tits that we’re still covered by the corset. He was in heaven for sure! Your tits were always so warm and soft.
“My angels playing so nice together.” Crowley reached over and ran his fingers through Azriphales hair as he kissed your boobs. You watched this moment and it made you warm inside. It was hard to believe that the two creatures loved you as much as you loved them but it was true. “Look so good together.” Crowley praised as he fisted his cock faster.
“So warm.” Azripahle breathed out lifting his head from your tits and seen that look on your eyes. “You’re so close aren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed your hips and took over.
“Uh huh! OH FUCK!” You cried out as he reassured you on his cock and fucked hard into you making your hands drag along the fogged up window.
“That’s it Angel! Fuck her hard! Good boy.” Crowley praised the Angel as he felt his own orgasm building. Crowley watched how Azriphale squeezed you hard , pulled you chest to chest and fucked you so hard you could hear the wet sounds of your pussy squelching a mile away ! This was Crowleys heaven if there was such thing!
“Don’t stop please ! Such a good boy yes yes yes !” You were panting like a bitch in heat while looking down into Azriphales eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a loud cry and tilt of the head going back. His orgasm had him shaking below you as he filled you up nice and deep.
A loud whine escaped you as your own orgasm hit. Your pussy clenched him hard making him quiver. “FUCK ! My sweet boy!” You pressed your lips messily against his to help you calm down from the high. A few second later the sound coming out of Crowley pulled the two of you out of it to look at the demon as his cum dribble out and all over your panties. Crowley shot his hips up spreading the cum all over the fabric before collapsing and raising his eyebrow. You tilted your head sideways before Crowley took the panties and shoved them into your mouth cum side first.
“Now that, that is a Holy Mary.” He hissed before laughing and petting your head. “You two stay back here and I’ll get us home in one piece.” Crowley kissed the angles forehead and then yours before making his way to the front. “And when we get home young lady… you had your fun but now it’s time for punishment since you decided to be bad and not tell us about this little Holy act as you claim it to be. No bad deed goes unpunished my dear and I’ll be damn sure about that!” Crowley looked back over his shoulder to see you curled up in Azripahle arms as the angel stroked your hair. It truly was a holy sight.
Ohh my gooooooddddd, rediscovering Father Paul smut is like finding $20 in an old jacket you rarely wear anymore 🥴
Men & Beasts
RAIDER KRAMPUS
KRAMPUS x f!READER, 3650 WORDS
PROLOGUE | MAIN MASTERLIST
You get a job as a barmaid in the beer hall, with the Wildman watching your back. When Krampus returns from his quest, he takes an interest in you, like the Wildman knew he would.
WARNINGS: 18+ DARK(ish?) FIC. CAPTIVITY ADJACENT. PREDATOR/PREY, SPANKING. PET NAMES. PRAISE. CHARACTERS LOOSELY INSPIRED BY FOLKLORE AND RAIDER.
The Wildman who’d taken you under his wing lived just inside the stone wall and iron gate. After a long journey home with him, this was where you got to rest. Krampus wouldn’t be back for a while, and there was time to get you settled into the community.
Carter’s home was a simple one. He built a fire in the hearth, sat you down on the sofa, gave you a blanket, and offered you a stiff drink, but you declined. He took a swig straight from the bottle before pouring himself a glass of whiskey like a civilized man, then making you some cocoa.
Bullet, the cat who’d helped the Wildman defeat your captors, went around rubbing on all the furniture, then hopped up on the couch and curled up next to you, purring.
When the hot cocoa was ready, Carter brought you a cup, then settled in on an armchair facing you, sipping whiskey.
After looking at each other for a while, you broke the silence. “Do you think he’ll get his gold back?”
With his lips loosened by liquor, Carter told you more about the robbery.
analnAt one point, he ranted, “and they did it on Krampuschnat…. While everybody was playin’ Krapuschlappe.”
You asked what Krampuschlappe was, and he described a game where the goal was to slap Krampus harder than Krampus could slap you. No one ever beat Krampus, but according to Carter, it was a privilege to be slapped. Apparently, men were competitive about who got to challenge him. “That's the real contest,” Carter said.
“Why?” you asked.
Carter shrugged. “Feels kinda good gettin’ smacked around sometimes, don't it?”
He tilted his head with a look that made you feel naked, even in his big coat on and a blanket over your legs.
His nose twitched like he could see it on your face. “Well, for me, anyway.”
“Alright, maybe a little,” you admitted.
“Attagirl,” Carter smiled.
“Ever get smacked around outside of Krampuschlappe?” you asked.
“Every once in a while,” he answered with wistful eyes, turning the glass of whiskey in his hand, still wearing fingerless gloves. “sometimes I’m askin’ for it.”
“What, like you've been bad?” You asked.
“Yeah…or I'm literally askin’ for it.” He raised his eyebrows, then downed the rest of his drink.
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The next day, Carter took you to the beer hall and introduced you to the barmaids. They swooned when he came around, and he politely indulged their flirtations. When he excused himself to the restroom, one with red hair followed him, and he rolled his eyes as he felt her presence trailing him. Then, he turned around to face her. He lowered his voice and whispered in the same tone he used with Bullet. “What'd I tell you? We're done.”
Dejected, she watched him disappear into the washroom. When she looked at you, you pretended you were admiring a large portrait of Krampus on the wall.
“What do you think?” she asked, and you really studied it for the first time. You’d known approximately what he looked like, but was that *three* sets of horns? Pierced nipples?
“Uh,” you couldn’t peel your eyes away from it. His eyes glowed with a dark smile. He wore chains and leather pants, and the portrait was even larger than Carter.
“Is he that big?” you asked, with your eyes accidentally settling on the bulge in his pants.
“Bigger,” she laughed and posed next to the portrait. She trailed her hand down the painted chest and happy trail, sticking her tongue out.
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There was room for you in their bunkhouse, and they were glad to take you in. Most of the girls had become unofficial ladies of the night, as it were. . . Groupies of Krampus and the wildmen. That left few on staff who actually maintained the tavern in terms of service and clean-up. It was the perfect job for you.
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In your first shifts, Carter kept an eye on you, and you seemed to get along real well with everyone.
By day the beer hall felt like a dungeon, but at night, it came to life. By the time your shift started, peanut and chestnut shells already littered the tables and the floor. Rowdy groups roared with laughter and tales of misadventure. You’d have a mess to clean up when they retired to bed.
The wee hours of the morning were your favorite to work. Those were the most festive hours. Men and beasts were loose with their gold, and sometimes, their affections. Not just for the girls, but for each other. On some nights, the room felt delightfully enchanted.
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You watched the girls, especially curious about the ones who let the men and wildmen play with them. You knew this much: A nurse tended to those girls, dressed their wounds, and iced their bruises. Some cried, some giggled, some laughed through tears.
There was a streak of curiosity in you… Curiosity at best. Something in your gut yearned to know how it felt, but your survival instincts were stronger. So you simply did the work as described: You served the men, and cleaned up after them.
“I have a job to do,” you explained whenever a drunkard tried to get you in his lap. The first time you said this, you looked to Carter for backup, and he nodded, “that’s right.”
Whenever a man reacted poorly, to smooth things over, you’d offer, “let me bring you another beer.”
They would have been fools to mistake your soft energy for weakness, and they didn’t, for the most part.
-
The first night Krampus returned, he had a girl straddling each thigh, facing him. They grinded on him and played with each other as wildmen and raiders gathered around to welcome the big boss home.
Krampus regaled the men with the tale of his quest to reclaim the gold.
“Ohh, they ain’t gettin’ away with this,” a scraggly man chimed in. “Nothin’ gets by the man in hooves.” He lifted his pint, gesturing toward Krampus, and the men murmured in agreement.
“Oh, plenty gets by me,” Krampus admitted.
“But nothin’ gets by Alan Bradley. Get over here, Bradley!” Krampus bellowed, easily peering over the wildmen between him and the next table. “Come on,” He beckoned a normal man in glasses to join from a nearby table. The accountant was attending the festivities at the behest of Krampus, but it wasn't exactly his natural habitat: When he'd arrived, Carter had given him a tip: Lose the tie.
Bradley shuffled toward the rowdier group and paused. Krampus dismissed the girls from his lap. The men opened their circle to let the girls out, and Bradley stepped out of their way with a polite, “Ladies.”
One of the wildmen grabbed Bradley's shoulder to pull him in, echoing Krampus as he pushed him toward the boss, “Get in here, buddy.”
“Mr. Krampus, Sir,” Bradley nodded with a bright smile. He had a full, healthy head of graying hair. No horns.
Krampus patted his massive, leather-clad thigh, and Bradley hesitantly sat on it like a bench, facing the men.
“Tell’em how ya caught it,” Krampus encouraged him with pride.
Bradley's face lit up as he spoke about his security audit program. Carter tried to stifle a yawn. The other members of the small audience weren’t as discreet in their excruciating boredom. Krampus scanned their faces, then interrupted the story, “To Bradley!” raising his half-gallon stein.
“To Bradley!” The raiders and Wildmen raised their ales and cheered.
“Good man,” Krampus patted Bradley on the back and dismissed him back to the quieter table.
You worked in the kitchen that night and didn’t meet Krampus, which was just as well. His presence was even more enormous than his stature, and it made you shy.
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It was a different shift when Krampus first laid eyes on you, and he couldn’t look away. He watched you work, entranced by the way you held your own and quietly commanded the respect of patrons.
Krampus sat with his thighs spread, eyes following your every move. Watching him watch you, Carter observed, “Looks like the big guy sees someone he likes.”
Krampus grunted and finished off his ale.
Your cheeks heated, and Carter ordered another round.
When you returned to the table, it felt like you were on stage, the way everyone watched you (and watched Krampus watch you). Your hands shook as you placed the heavy steins on the table. He crossed his arms and watched you. Without looking right at him, you turned to leave.
Krampus stopped you with a hand firm around your entire arm. “Did I say you could go?” His voice was deep and rough.
You stopped in your tracks and swallowed a tickle in your chest as you turned to face him. “I’m sorry, sir,” you offered with a nod and half a curtsie. “At your service.”
“It’s okay,” his voice and his grip on your arm both softened. “What are ya doin’ here, sweet pea?” he asked, and the nickname made your heart skip a beat.
“Just doing the job, sir.”
“What job?”
“Pouring beers, cleaning up…”
“Keeping everyone happy,” Krampus nodded, and a few men cheersed, with ale sloshing out of their pints as they clinked them.
“Good girl,” Krampus said, then he put his arm around Carter and stroked the Wildman’s hair. “Did this one bring you here?” Krampus asked.
“Yes sir,” you answered. “I hope it’s okay…”
“Tell me what happened,” Krampus implored you. He let you stand in front of him while you told the story. His eyes wandered down your body but always returned to your face.
Spellbound by your voice and the way your mouth moved, he idly fingered Carter’s locks as he listened.
When you finished, Krampus nodded, then scratched Carter between the horns and looked at him with gratitude, “Good man.”
Carter nudged his head into the larger beast’s touch, just like Bullet might.
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Krampus felt something low in his gut. Every time he saw you, a need in the pit of his core was roused by your presence, as though you were tugging on it from the outside. He couldn’t stop watching you, and you could feel it. The weight of his watchful eyes made everything you carried heavier.
You dropped two empty steins, and the men around you laughed.
Krampus stood up, and his nostrils flared. Carter’s eyebrows lifted at the shape he saw in the boss man’s leather pants.
The men who’d laughed at you composed themselves and picked up the steins themselves.
Standing tall, Krampus cracked his neck with no hands. “Put those down. Come here,” he beckoned you. A hush fell over the dim room as you made your way back to Krampus.
He loomed over you, so tall it would have been easier to look him in the pierced nipples than the eyes. He must have been two and a half meters, from the base of his hooves to the highest curve of his horns.
He asked, “What’s wrong?” and you realized you were cowering.
He cocked an eyebrow, with a flicker in his gaze that made you feel a little more at ease.
“N-nothing,” you stammered with a nervous but genuine smile.
Krampus raised both eyebrows, then adjusted his pants, pulling them up and letting the chains settle again. “Think this is a game?”
You looked down and backed away, just a smidgen, looking to gain enough space to see him better. Krampus stepped toward you.
You backed up again, bumping into another wildman, one you hadn't met who grabbed you and held you. “Here ya go, boss,” the wildman announced, and your skin bristled at his grimy touch.
“HANDS OFF HER, Harold” Krampus roared. Had fire shot out of his mouth, the flames would have fit the glow in his eyes.
The man obeyed, lifting his trembling hands, palms forward.
Krampus grabbed the wildman by the throat and threw him across the room, into the wall. Then, Krampus looked around the silenced room. “Hands off this one,” he announced, “Leave her be.”
The men murmured, “yes sir,” and other acknowledgements as Krampus looked at you like you were the only one there.
As his eyes feasted on you, they only became hungrier. The beast in him awakened.
You tugged your dress down, embarrassed by the attention, though grateful for the protection. You couldn’t wait to get out of the spotlight and catch a breath of fresh air. You didn’t know it, but Krampus had a similar thought.
As he looked at you, a sound rumbled from his throat, somewhere between the growl of a beast, and the purr of a massive feline.
And then, Krampus spoke one word: “Run.”
A cheer erupted from the crowd.
When you didn’t move, the crowd got quiet again, and Krampus raised his eyebrows as though to ask what you were doing.
Carter coughed, catching your attention, then nodded, urging you to comply.
So you did.
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The revelers cleared a path, and Krampus stood with his massive arms crossed, making a show of his patience as he gave you a head start.
When you’d almost made it to the back of the bar where all the kegs were kept, he launched himself after you, crossing the floor in just a few steps.
His pursuit aroused your prey instincts. Even if you weren’t in danger of death, you knew the kind of damage he could do to your body, even if he wasn’t trying. Even if he seemed like a gentle giant, so far.
All this time, the Wildman had felt like a giant every time he was near, and Krampus was even larger.
Krampus chased you around the room, and the crowd cheered him on, falling over each other, spilling steins and pints, laughing and shouting. “Get’her!”
And then, you saw a clear path to the door.
Unsure if you were meant to flee, you only had a split-second to decide.
You found your feet moving under you, taking delicate, nimble steps, until you were out in the cold night, with your shoes falling off. You slipped them off and ran, taking silent steps with the balls of your bare feet on cold, dirt-caked cobblestone.
Heavy breaths and chains followed close behind.
Back in the beer hall, the crowd clamored for a look, but Carter kept them all inside as Krampus pursued his prey under the stars.
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Soon, Krampus had you in his grasp with a hand firm on your arm.
“Turn around,” he commanded quietly.
When you were facing him, he let go of your arm.
“Don’t move,” he instructed, and braced his hands on his thick, leather-clad thighs as he crouched down to your level.
He caught his breath, muscles heaving, eyes wild and bright, then he grabbed your jaw.
His eyes held you like you might break, but his hands were a different story.
Those hands could break you in half with a fraction of his strength.
The grip he had you in was gentle, for him. You could feel him holding back.
“Know what happens now?” he asked, watching your lips tremble.
“What?” you replied.
“Well, you know what my job is, don’t you?” Krampus challenged you.
He let go of your jaw, then stood up straight, looming over you once more.
“I think so,” you whispered.
He held a hand to his ear and asked, “What then?” crouching over again, closer to your level.
“You’re supposed to punish people,” you said.
“Punish the naughty ones,” he corrected you. “You been naughty, sweet pea?”
“N….no,” you answered, prompting a soft laugh that shook his whole chest.
“You think runnin’ from Daddy’s not bad?” he asked with soft mischief in his tone.
His eyes sparkled as he waited patiently for your answer, with genuine interest in what you had to say.
Krampus must have played this game countless times before, but you were different. Unpredictable. You’d taken him *outside*, and kept running. “Hmm?” he prompted you and lifted your chin.
You looked straight up at the hulking beast.
He thumbed your bottom lip and tilted his head.
“Sorry,” you said. “I didn’t know what to do.
His tail swished around, then caressed your cheek. He laughed to himself, then murmured, “Even the best girls can be naughty”, then bent down and picked you up. “What are you doing?”
“It’s for your own good, sweet pea,” he murmured.
He lumbered back to the beer hall, humming a tune as he held you over his shoulder with a hand on your lower back. You were so high in the air. His steps slowed as he reached the beer hall, then he paused in the entrance.
The men had dispersed back to their usual antics, gathered around tables, drinking and eating.
As the men took notice of your feet dangling in the air, the room erupted in another cheer.
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“Spank-ING, Spank-ING, Spank-ING,” they chanted as Krampus looked around with pride, ever the showman.
“Alright, settle down,” Krampus boomed, and the crowd complied, except for a drunkard who blurted out, “Use the switch!”
Krampus sat down and put you so you were standing between his knees.
You tugged at your dress, drawing a subtle smile to his lips.
“What do you think?” Krampus asked. “Do you deserve a spanking?” His eyebrows flashed upward.
“I dunno,” you shrugged.
Amused, Krampus asked, “You don’t know?” The crowd’s response was scattered laughter.
You searched for Carter and found him sitting back with his arms crossed, knees spread, enjoying the show. The trusted Wildman gave you a reassuring wink.
With a surge of confidence, you answered,
“I guess Daddy knows best.”
Carter whistled, and the crowd broke into hoots and hollers.
Krampus looked around the crowd, nodding with an impressed frown. Then, he laid a massive hand on your head. “Smart girl,” he praised you.
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Your heart pounded as you were bent over Krampus’s knee, but you grounded yourself by looking at Carter and his big, bare biceps, pumped up with visible veins. The Wildman’s face darkened with a smile as he gazed upon you laid out over the boss man's lap.
“It's okay,” Carter mouthed.
Your face got all hot as you focused on the stone floor in front of you and tuned out the surrounding faces.
Krampus pulled back his hand, and you braced yourself as the crowd counted down, “Threeee, twoooooo,”
The first pop on your rear set your skin on fire and echoed off the walls. His broad palm had hit both cheeks at once.
Blurry in your peripheral vision, Carter leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “Doin’ good,” he encouraged you.
Scattered voices counted down again, “Three, two…”
The next smack was numbed by the heat of the first and didn't reach your ears over the noise of the crowd, but your eyes stung and your lip quivered.
Krampus adjusted your body, pulling you in close, sliding your dress against his leather pants, closer to his body where you could feel the heat of his crotch.
“Three, two….” After a longer pause, you flinched, and he chuckled. Then, his hand came down again.
Watching your ass jiggle, he hummed, “Mmm.” He grabbed your bare ass, took a deep breath, and let out a satisfied sigh, then put the skirt of your dress back down before resting a massive palm across your buttocks.
He let you down off his knees and you stood between them again as he admired you.
Your butt tingled with heat, and so did your face.
The men crowd went about their night, and for a moment, it felt like it was just you and Krampus. You and the King of… whatever this place was. Having his attention and approval felt so special that you didn’t even look for Carter.
Some of the other barmaids looked on with envy as krampus fixed your hair. Then he kissed you on the head, and murmured just above your ear, “You take it good, sweet pea.”
He adjusted himself, fixing the obscene leather pants that were thin enough to display every vein in his hard cock. With a palm on your back, he said, “Good girl. Back to work.”
At the end of the night, Carter was the last customer there, and you were one of the last barmaids. You were taking your time in hopes that some of the girls would go to bed before you got back and you wouldn't face too much teasing or questioning.
Carter watched you sweep. You finished the rest of the room first, getting closer and closer to his table.
Once you were there, he didn't back out of your way, so you swept between his massive feet and felt his glassy eyes pouring over your barmaid dress.
"You good?" he asked with the twang of whiskey in his voice.
"Yeah," you replied and felt heat rise to your cheeks.
"He likes you," Carter said.
“I guess that’s good,” you replied, looking at the broom handle as you swept.
“Everything workin’ out okay in the bunkhouse?” he asked. “Sleepin’ alright?”
“Yeah,” you said. “Thanks again.”
He nodded, then tilted his head, watching you.
As you stepped back, your dress fanned out, and Carter was holding the hem of it. When you noticed this, he smiled, drunkenly pleased with himself.
He lowered his voice and tilted his head forward, casting a shadow over his eyes as he said, "You know where to find me."
Carter dropped the hem of your skirt and gave a friendly nod, then let you turn around to go.
Every part of you under your skirt was hot. It was hard to know what was from the spanking and what was from the Wildman's penetrating gaze.
“G'night, peanut,” he murmured as you walked away.
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The Wildman
Raider Krampus Prologue, 2230 words
18+ BLOG. DARK FIC. NOT FOLKLORE-ACCURATE.
NEXT: MEN & BEASTS
When your village was destroyed, you wound up captive to a group of wicked men. They were on a journey, and they kept you caged in a wagon with other loot that wasn't theirs. They tied you by your ankles and wrists, and your skin grew raw from trying to loosen the knots.
The men bickered about who would keep you warm for the night, and then one of them had the bright idea to let you choose. This must have been the most fun they'd had in weeks. When you refused to pick any one of them, they decided you could freeze instead. Or at least, that was the official decision, but you didn't expect to make it through the night without further confrontation. "Sweet dreams, buttercup," the loudest one had said with a lewd grab of his crotch.
Your hope was that they'd get drunk to sleep through the night.
They were cruel men. After you rejected them (what did they expect?), they banded together to ease their bruised egos by laughing about your helpless state. It amused them to see you cold and shivering. They left you in your cage while they made a fire. For a while, you could hear them musing about what they might do to you. They could never agree.
Meanwhile, in their messy wagon full of loot, you managed to scooch under a fur to stay warm as their drunkenness became more boisterous around the campfire. Expecting at least one of them to come violate you in the night, you tried to stay awake, on guard. But soon, their shouting and laughter faded into background noise. The fatigue caught up with you, and you slipped away.
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You jolted awake to a sound that was familiar but strange: loud purring. Louder than you'd ever heard before. And then, footsteps approached the wagon.
“C’mere,” a man's whisper snapped, losing patience. It didn't sound like any of the men who were holding you captive.
Next, the curious face of a cat appeared at the edge of the wagon. Larger than a housecat, but smaller than a mountain lion, the feline was on its hind legs, sniffing the air. Its golden eyes widened at the sight of you.
The shadow of a man approached behind the dark cat, and you shrank back into the mess of the wagon, hoping to camouflage yourself among the other spoils.
“That ain't gold, buddy,” the man whispered to the cat. "That ain't ours, either."
The cat let out a quiet meow and didn't budge. He was too intrigued by the human hiding in the wagon.
“Let's get outta here,” the man whispered. “Now.”
The cat meowed again.
“Shhhh,” the man hushed the cat. When the cat still didn't budge, the man crept closer. The faint light of his lantern reflected in your eyes. You'd been caught.
The guy had to duck to really see you--He might have been the tallest man you'd ever laid eyes on. He had a black coat with a tall, standing collar. When your eyes met, the man raised a finger to his mouth. Then, he turned up the flame in the lantern and held it out in front of himself as he crouched to get a better look.
He had a handsome face with blue eyes, a masculine nose, and a scruffy beard that suited his jawline. As your eyes scanned upward, your breath hitched: From his mop of dirty blonde hair grew two horns.
It was a Wildman.
You'd never met one, only seen them from afar and in pictures.
"You hurt?" He whispered, and you shook your head no. He didn't sound how you imagined they would. He spoke just like a man.
With your heart pounding, you glanced toward the other end of the wagon, behind which the fire was burning out and the wicked men were snoring deep under the covers of whiskey.
So you thought.
“Who’s there,” one of your captors slurred, then louder, "THAT YOU, BUTTERCUP?....Don't think yer gittin' away....."
The Wildman's face hardened--more offended than concerned. He began to back away from you.
“Wait,” you lunged at him, grabbed his wrist, and whispered, “Take me with you.”
His dark blue eyes read your face with empathy, then he scanned the surroundings as though making a calculation.
“Can you get me out of there?” You asked.
The cat clawed at the rope that tethered you to the wagon. The animal seemed to understand you at least as well as the man did.
As the cat worked on your restraints, the metallic click of a gun sliced through the cold night.
The Wildman whispered, “hang tight.”
He left his lantern with you, and as he turned around, he took a rifle off his back.
You couldn't see much in the dark, but what followed was a cacophony of screeches, growls, gunfire, blade on blade, thwacking, grunting, drunk men stumbling, staggering, injured men wailing, thumping dead, gunshot, gunshot, grunt, slice, thwack, wet crack, meow, screech, groan.
You closed your eyes until it was over.
The tall, horned man returned to your caged wagon out of breath with a split lip. Under his coat, he was holding a bloodied area of his filthy shirt. The cat hopped up into the wagon with you and worked at the ropes again while the Wildman worked at the end of the wagon. Losing patience, he stabbed through the canvas of the wagon and ripped it open. You watched his bloodied knuckles as he broke the slats on the side of the wagon frame. He was strong enough to snap them with relative ease. Meanwhile, the cat was shredding the rope splinters until you were able to snap it apart. Soon, both your ankles and wrists were free, and the cat was playing with the rope, trying to gut it like a fish with his back feet.
“Who are you?” you asked the man.
The cat hopped up to take his place in front of the Wildman, visually confirming himself as the sidekick.
The Wildman spoke. “Name's Carter. C’mere.” He extended a massive hand to you.
When you hesitated to take it, he said, “it's okay.”
The cat chirped and nudged your hand with his head, as though to reinforce what Carter said.
You hesitantly dropped a corner of the fur that was wrapped around you.
When you extended your hand, Carter saw that you were nearly naked. A thin, strappy nightie was all you had.
“Oh, god damnit," he cursed. "Those fuckers take your clothes? Sons of bitches,” he shook his head, then said to the cat, “You were right, Bullet. We shoulda made’em suffer.”
The Wildman started rummaging through his pack. “Somewhere in here, I got… shit." He stopped and took off his coat to give it to you. “I reckon this’ll do for a while. Till we get back, at least.”
“Back where?” you asked.
Carter took a moment to answer carefully. “Got a place, East of here….a community,” he nodded to himself. “Whole lotta people there... Men, beasts, women…”
As the three of you left, you were only a few meters away from the wagon when Carter stopped and said, "Hold up a second." He looked around, then got in your personal space, and you didn't step away. He reached into the pocket of his coat you were wearing.
As he fished something out, he murmured, "Stay here for me."
With one hand still holding his wounded side, he approached the wagon again. He muttered, "Motherfuckers," before throwing a lit match and walking away.
He didn't look back.
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It was almost daylight. When the sun was high enough, you stopped for a break. Carter took his bloody henley off over his back and got out a sewing kit and liquor.
You asked if he needed help, and he said, "Nah, I think I've got it." He winced with the sting, and his abs flexed as he stitched himself.
"Actually--gimme your hand for a sec," he decided as he struggled to tie off the last stitch. He gently folded your fingers to your palm except for one, and he placed that finger on top of the closed wound. As he did it, you admired his face from up close. If he noticed you staring, he didn't show it. "Not too bad," he muttered to himself as he tied off the thread. He gave you your hand back and joked, "Good as new." His smile stirred butterflies in your chest.
Then, he looked at you. Really looked at you. And he might have looked a little too long.
“Married?” he asked.
“No,” you laughed.
“Boyfriend?” he asked.
“Dead,” you answered. “Why?”
“Just gotta know who's comin’ after you is all,” he said, then added under his breath, “before I take ya too far.”
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On the journey East, you learned more: Carter and Bullet had been on the hunt for gold that was stolen from a powerful man they worked for. There was an air of mystery about the whole thing, but you trusted him anyway.
It was more than a day's trek. When you had to camp, Carter kept you close. The way he went about it, it was a matter of practicality. He didn't talk about it or ask if you'd be comfortable, didn't make a whole thing about it. He didn't consider other options. The night was cold, and he was warm, and that was that.
You watched him make a soft surface out of a folded quilt. He lay down then spread a blanket over himself, lifted it for you, and said, "Alright, c'mere."
When you hesitated, he added, "unless ya'd rather freeze," with a subtle smile.
He couldn't have known what a bad joke that was.
But there was no threat, or even any subtext to the sleeping arrangement. There was no amusement at the idea of you freezing.
He was shortening the distance between you with the joke, and affirming your place in his arms as the only logical option.
If you really didn't wanna, he would've talked some sense into you, but he didn't have to. You joined him under the blanket, still wearing his coat.
As you settled in with your back to his front, you could have sworn you heard him grunt in satisfaction. It might have been hopeful listening. He remained a gentleman--as gentle as a Wildman could be, that is. One who killed five men with the help of his cat and set a wagon on fire.
Snug under his heavy arm, you were safe and warm enough.
In front of you, Bullet was licking your hand with his sandpaper tongue.
"Cut it out," Carter told him, putting his hand between the cat's face and your hand.
With Bullet purring peacefully in front of you, your breathing synchronized with Carter's, and you fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, you woke up with your lungs ice cold. The violent shaking of your body roused Carter, and he mumbled, "shit." His voice was rough and his speech was slurred. "Turn over," he backed up and tugged you toward him. "Get in here, closer, heart toward me," he mumbled and gently unbuttoned the coat so your skin was as close to his as possible. When the coat was still in the way, he mumbled, "I'll give it back," as he took it off you. He put your arm over his side, then draped the coat over you, and adjusted the blanket.
He held you tighter than before, with his muscular arm keeping you against him. With your head so close to his neck, his masculine pheromones filled your nostrils. He had the sweat of a man and the scent of the woods. When you closed your eyes, you imagined him as a medieval lumberjack in a cedar forest.
Your nose nudged his throat, and he grunted, "Mm," then whispered, "s'okay, darlin'." He caged his leg over you, and your lower belly fluttered Having him wrapped around you was almost enough to forget about your village burned to the ground.
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In the morning, he was making coffee when you woke up.
You asked if he had a family. You were really just as curious about whether he had a girlfriend, but you left it at that: family.
“Sure,” he said. “Boss man’s like family. Shit, more of a brother than mine ever was…”
“What’s he do?” you asked. “Whats the business?”
“Uh. You might’ve heard of him,” Carter smiled to himself.
“Really?” you asked, doubting it.
“You know Krampus?”
You began to laugh it off, then your eyes drifted up to his horns again.
He wasn't lying.
You swallowed and asked, “It's his gold you're looking for?”
“Yup,” Carter nodded once.
“Who would be dumb enough to steal from Krampus?” you asked.
“Good question," Carter smiled. "I reckon we're gonna find out... He went up North to follow a couple leads... sent me back to keep an eye on things.”
“Wow,” you whispered. “He must really trust you.”
Carter managed a humble shrug, but there was a proud smile in his eyes. “When I saw your party, I guess I had a hunch somethin’ wasn't right.”
“You live in his community?” you asked.
“Yeah,” Carter nodded.
“Is he okay with you bringing me there?” You asked.
Carter looked you up and down, then smiled with half his mouth and a dark chuckle. “Yeah…he's okay with it.”
Your cheeks heated.
“Ain't scared of Wildmen, are ya?” he asked.
“Should I be?” you answered
“Good girl,” he smiled at the ground. “You'll be just fine, sugar.”
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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
this is what microwaving leftover pizza feels like
stop it i was trying to be gothic


