I’m just a college girl who likes anime, writing and art! I have a shit taste and I'm forcing everyone to suffer alongside me. Other things I'm a fan of: Creepypasta, DreamSmp, and Otome Games! Feel free to interact :D
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** stories with nsfw themes
Blog Content:
1.) Story Masterlist
2.) About Me!
3.) My Lost Souls (Anon's)
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5.) Fanart Masterlist
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Dream Smp Masterlist
Marvel Masterlist
Creepypasta Masterlist
more to be added...
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☁ 2: About Me
Hi, my name is Lonely Lost Soul! I'm 22 years old and my pronouns are she/her, that's why unless specified most of my reader inserts are x female readers. I love anime, DreamSmp (no longer writing for DSMP) , Marvel, Video Games, art, and creepypasta, please feel free to reach out and talk to me! I love starting conversations and getting to know people! If you have a question about my writing or art ask away and if you have fanart send that too. Other than that please enjoy my blog! Happy reading!
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This Apartment Does Not Exist a Slenderverse Discord RP server.
This Apartment Does Not Exist.--It does not appear on maps. It cannot be photographed correctly. It cannot be perceived by anyone not alread
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It does not appear on maps. It cannot be photographed correctly. It cannot be perceived by anyone not already affected.
Those who enter do not remember how they arrived.
The building contains an infinite number of floors and rooms that rearrange themselves when unobserved. Hallways stretch longer than physically possible. Stairwells loop. Elevators stop at floors that do not exist, closets that lead somewhere else when you’re desperate, and walls that breathe when you’re not looking.
Some doors open to places that were never inside the building at all. Up is down, and left is right. Clocks are stuck at 3:33 am.
The Apartment is an anomaly created by Slenderman: a containment space, a feeding ground, or a cage? Something that could be inexplicably affected by Slender’s powers, could it have been after an attack on someone staying there? There isn’t a way to know or fully tell or know.
Previous escape attempts have led to:
- Returning to a different floor
- Exiting into a room that used to be elsewhere
- Waking up back inside after “escaping.”
The building appears to react to fear, obsession, and prolonged residence.
Welcome to Δ₣Ŧ€Ř ŦĦ€ ₣ŁØØĐ!BRAND NEW SERVER MANY CHARACTERS AVAILABLE!!!Step into a world of analog horrors, corrupted memories, and lurking
Welcome to Δ₣Ŧ€Ř ŦĦ€ ₣ŁØØĐ!
BRAND NEW SERVER MANY CHARACTERS AVAILABLE!!!
Step into a world of analog horrors, corrupted memories, and lurking figures just beyond the lens. Δ₣Ŧ€Ř ŦĦ€ ₣ŁØØĐ is a canon-accurate, story-driven RP experience rooted in the universe of Marble Hornets and the wider Creepypasta mythos.
This server is built for serious roleplayers who appreciate tension, psychological horror, and accurately written Creepypasta (No Waffles and Cheesecake here)! And narrative consistency. Whether you're picking up the mask of a canon character or creating an original entity that fits seamlessly into the mythos, you're welcome here, as long as you play by the rules of the world.
🕯️ What We Offer:
📼 Lore-focused RP with deep respect for canon timelines & tone
🩸 Original Characters welcome, as long as they fit the universe
🪞 Collaborative storytelling with an eerie, grounded atmosphere
🔞 18+ only, with ID Verification required for access
🎥 Channels for killers, hunters, and for those who want to stop The Operator and those who follow him.
After months of trying I finally got a spot to create art on Vgen! If you ever want easy and cheap art commissions of your OCs feel free to check me out! <3 Love you all who have supported me all these years <3
https://vgen.co/CryptidCorner
Some Art Examples:
BRAND NEW SERVER!!_ _𓆩⚝𓆪 WE OFFER: 𓆩⚝𓆪_ _✘ - 18+ Community!✘ - Literate RP - Novella RP; Story Based Server!✘ - Safe Community, Any Hate is
If anyone likes to RP, this is an amazing server! I am a part of it; I play Lucifer. If you want to interact with me or my writing, feel free to join. IT IS 18+!!! I would love to see you there!
BRAND NEW SERVER!!_ _𓆩⚝𓆪 WE OFFER: 𓆩⚝𓆪_ _✘ - 18+ Community!✘ - Literate RP - Novella RP; Story Based Server!✘ - Safe Community, Any Hate is
If anyone likes to RP, this is an amazing server! I am a part of it; I play Lucifer. If you want to interact with me or my writing, feel free to join. IT IS 18+!!! I would love to see you there!
I binged through your amazing writing and would love to request something, if you don't mind? Adam x girlfriend how he would react to getting his wings caressed for the first time? Maybe getting inspired to do some more spicy caressing of his own?👀
First of all thank you so much! I’m so happy you like my stuff and YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS. I hope you like this it might be a little different than what you had in mind! ;)
CONTENT WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. ADAM BEING ADAM, NSFW CONCEPTS, MASTURBATION ON ADAMS.
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Soulmates were a weird concept, especially for Angels. Theoretically Adam knew he had one, thought it was Lilith, WRONG, thought maybe God made Eve for him next, ALSO WRONG! So Adam just stuck to sucking face and fucking the tightest pussy of the hottest winners in heaven and that was fine…until you came into the picture. You weren’t a normal Winner, in fact you weren’t a winner at all but one of the Seraphim training under Sera. At first he was going to dump as soon as he got what he wanted; even if that meant facing the wrath of Sera…but for some reason you were different.
You weren’t as charmed as many of the others when he pulled out his first man and first dick status, in fact you seemed almost indifferent to it.
Unfortunately for the both of you Adam loved to hate a challenge.
Before the Angel knew what had hit him you had claimed the title of his girlfriend before he even fully understood what he was asking.
But fuck he understood the Soulmate Concept now. For someone one who was created with pure goodness in your soul, to judge right from wrong, you were one cold, calculated bitch when it came to the idea of exterminating Sinners. He thought you’d fight with him on the concept but instead you were in agreement, heaven was for Winners only, and that was that. Plus who cared if a few Sinners died, they were overpopulated anyway.
It also helped that you had the tightest pussy he’s ever stuck his massive dick into and the best mouth to suck him off. He’d reciprocate…sometimes…only if you begged.
“Sugartits?”
“Hm?” You stretched your arms above your head, you were wearing one of his shirts, it was way too big on you hanging off your shoulders. He grinned lazily his hand sliding up your thigh, “Adam.” You warned,
“What?” He laughed, “you can’t just sit there looking all sexy and expect me not to try to fuck ya.”
“I can expect that because I just sucked you off like three times.” You raised a brow, “and you came in my mouth. Three times. Which shouldn’t be possible anatomically and not to mention I swallowed.”
“Dickmaster baby.” He pointed to his crotch with a sly grin, “gotta live up to my namesake.”
“Well, live up to it another time. My pussy is off limits for now.” Adam groaned, “not my fault you went too hard yesterday dickmaster and I’m not in the mood today. Now Roll over.”
“Hey we’ve talked about this you’re not putting anything in my butt.” He bristled, his wings puffing out behind him, you huffed.
“I’m not asking to peg you dumbass I’m asking you to turn around so I can groom your wings.”
“…groom my wings?” Adam blinked a few times giving you an odd look. “The fuck you on about?”
“Have you never groomed yourself?”
“No…” he watched your nose scrunch up,
“Yeah. I can tell. You’re lucky I love you,” he watched you lean forward and peck his lips Adam chuckled brushing his stubble against your cheek. “Adam!”
“Love ya’ too.” He grinned reaching out and squeezing your ass before turning around, spreading his wings wide, “be gentle with me.”
“Whatever you say, you delicate flower.” You grumbled as he snickered, drumming his fingers on his thigh. Before you began grooming him, he felt you reach around the pudge of his stomach, kissing the side of his neck adoringly. Adam swallowed and felt a chill of pleasure run down his spine. " I love you.” You said more earnestly than before, eyes softening “Just try to relax and enjoy this.”
“I love you too…” he grumbled softly, his eyes fluttering as your fingers ran through the feathers at the base of his back. Adam instantly felt his body drop as your hands pulled at the mussed feathers. "Fuck doll, whatever you're fucking doing, keep doing it." Adam panted,
"I'm preening you." You mused, "First time?"
"Apparently. Shit, this is totally turning me on; you should do this tits out. While we face a mirror-" He tried to turn to look at you but you forced his head back to its original position. Adam let out an annoyed sound,
"Gross. Only you'd find basic hygiene a turn-on." You teased, pulling out a few loose feathers as he groaned at the feeling, you hummed placing one of his golden feathers behind your ear. You leaned forward to pepper his face in feather light kisses, he grunted but pressed his back against your body, his own way of asking for more attention. With nimble fingers you continued to preen and clean his feathers, his nails dug into the tops of his thighs.
A part of him wanted to flip you over and pound your body into the mattress until you’re crying, but another part of him didn’t want you to stop touching him. He wanted you to continue preen him, making him look pretty, but as you continued Adam felt his body burn with need as his dick strained against his boxers.
He couldn’t even fuckin’ ask you to suck him off without you scolding him.
“Anddddd done!” You hummed brushing your fingers through his wings one last time before hopping off the bed. Adam let out a sharp breath through his nose spreading out his wings, they already felt a million times lighter than they had in eons. You stood in front of him, looking all cute and sexy in his oversized shirt hiding your thighs and panties from view. With a crooked grin he grabbed you by the waist with his giant hands and pulled you into his lap, you giggled slotting your arms around his neck. “Hi baby,” you cooed tilting your head innocently to the side like you couldn’t feel his raging boner against your thigh. He clicked his tongue in annoyance flicking the golden feather tucked behind your ear,
“You gonna fuckin’ keep that thing behind your ear all day?”
You pouted, adorably, and brushed your finger against the feather in his hair. Adam shivered and swore he could still feel your phantom hands against his sensitive wings. “I was planning on keeping it there forever I’ll have you know.” You crossed your arms over your chest, “that way everyone knows who. I. Belong. Too.” You poked his stomach for emphasize and he let out a low, possessive growl. His nails digging into your hips underneath the shirt you wore,
“Fuck doll face. That’s so fuckin’ sexy. You’re turning me on SO much right now.” He grinned all teeth and blown pupils. Another giggle from your lips as your white wings brushed against his cheeks in a soothing manner.
“I can tell dickmaster extraordinaire.” You drew your finger down across his lips, his smile turned into a frown he knew that look in your eyes all too well.
“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”
“Unfortunately I have a very important, cannot reschedule meeting with Sera.” You mused squishing his cheeks between the palms of your hands as he growled. “Love you don’t wait up!” You slipped out of his arms before Adam could snatch you back up and tell Sera to go fuck herself.
Not really he was too intimidated by the Seraphim to try disobeying her to her face.
The absolute struggle of dating an actual angel and who wasn’t just a Winner. He grumbled as you snapped your fingers changing back into your normal attire. His shirt was folded nicely on the bed next to him, he snatched it up, blatantly sniffing it. It smelled like you, him and sex the man could get off on just that smell alone.
“Be good and I might let you fuck me later.”
“If I even want to fuck your sorry ass later.” Adam grunted indignantly leaning back on the bed.
“The day you don’t you wanna fuck something with a pulse I’ll personally call God down here because that’s a goddamn miracle.” You argue blowing him a kiss, to which he rolled his eyes dramatically.
“Maybe I just won’t wanna fuck you specifically what about that. Your pussy’s not that good.” Adam flipped you off as you raised an eyebrow, an arm resting on your hips.
“Oh yeah? That a challenge?”
An internal war raged in Adam’s head. On one hand go all in, don’t let the sexy broad in front of him win. Don’t admit her pussy squeezes him like a vice and is better than all of his previous wives pussy’s before her. Don’t admit that he’d probably let himself fall just for a chance to be with her again if it came to that. The thought alone made him want to gag; on the other hand admit she’s right and no one will ever compare to her and she’s ruined all other woman for him forever.
“Fuck you.” He settled on.
“Later if you behave.” You promised spreading your wings with a coy grin before sliding out of the room. Adam fell back against the bed with a loud groan, life’s a fuckin’ bitch.
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Baby cakes: It’s running later than I thought. I’ll make it up to you I promise, there’s some things I need to work out.
Original Dick: You’ve gotta be kidding me Ive been waiting all day for you
Baby Cakes: I know :( I’m sorry. Can you entertain yourself until I get back?
Original Dick: I don’t wanna jerk off. I wanna be in your pusy
Original Dick:*pussy
Baby Cakes: I know and I’m SORRY. When I get back promise you can do whatever you want.
Original Dick: anything?
Baby Cakes: …yes. Don’t make me regret it Adam.
Original Dick: at least gimmie some good jack off material. A nude? Titty pic? Anything?
Baby Cakes: You’re such a pain in my ass. Give me twenty.
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With the deal struck Adam figured it wouldn’t be such a pain to relieve himself before you came back from your meeting. After all who knew how long you’d be held up, and he didn’t need much for what planned to do with you.
That however was for another time and place. He settled on the bed with a loud sigh stretching his arms up into the sky, and spreading his large wings across the bed. Adam waved his hand summoning the shirt you wore earlier and brought it up to his nose, it still smelled and he groaned into the fabric. He was tempted to never wash it again, his wings fluttered almost like they were demanding your fingers caress them like you did earlier. Adam grunted staring down at his large digits knowing almost immediately he wouldn’t derive the same pleasure as before, but touched his own wings nonetheless. He shivered at the sensation and it wasn’t quite as unpleasant as he suspected but nothing like earlier.
Still there were hints of arousal as he preened himself; massaging the base of his wings moving upwards towards the tips. His other hand lowering down into his boxers, he wasn’t quite hard yet but he was certainly getting there.
His phone buzzed, Adam had half a mind to turn it off but seeing it was from you had his dick pulsing. He snatched his phone unlocking it quickly only to be met with a picture of you, face flushed in an empty conference room. Your shirt was pulled all the way up exposing your white lace bra and the swell of your perfect fuckable tits. Adam grinned feeling his dick grow in his hand, now that’s what he liked to see, he pumped himself a few times hissing at the sensation. His finger swirled around the head smearing pre all over himself, “come on baby. Show daddy some more, can’t get off to just your bra pic, that’s weak sauce.”
Like you read his mind another buzz, followed by another picture, this time your bra was completely off showing off your boobs, his feather clutched between your two fingers as your tongue licked up the plumes. Your other two fingers seemed to be buried in your pants, clearly teasing your clit.
Baby Cakes: Don’t wanna wait till later big daddy. Want you now :( stupid meeting. Just wanna be your cock slut.
Fuckkkkkkkkk. Adam groaned releasing his phone momentarily so he could moan into the palm for his hand. His cock throbbed as he reread the words over and over again, he could almost hear you saying them as you rode his thick dick whimpering so nicely with your wings spread behind you. Adam began pumping his dick faster, thrusting into the palm of his hand, squeezing it trying to mimic the feel of your tight, hot cunt.
It wasn’t working.
He cursed again, bucking his hips desperately trying to chase the release he’s wanted all fucking day.
Another buzz. This time a voice memo, shit how were you finding time to send him all this and not enough time to call off the meeting and come home.
Adam chose to ignore the fact lunch and dinner beaks existed.
He hit play already thrusting into his hand and choked back a sound as your high pitched whine played loudly through the speaker of his phone. You WERE playing with yourself, you fuckin’ brat, you were soooo getting punished.
You were moaning softly trying to be as quiet as possible, he could hear the squelch of your fingers dipping in and out of your wet pussy, he new you were dripping, clenching around fingers much too small to satisfy yourself at this point. Almost like he was willing you to hear him Adam began to speed up to match your pace, heavy breathing mixed with your own as he heard your breathing hitch before letting out a shuddering moan. He wasn’t long after, spilling all over his hand and boxers, “she’s so fuckin’ dead.” He said with a grin spreading across his face whipping his cum soaked hand on the bedspread next to him.
It was your bedspread after all.
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I hope this lived up to some of your expectations my dear. I throughly enjoyed writing it, next out will be Lucifer x reader x Lilith poly relationship and I am very excited! If you wanna be tagged in that just let me know! <3
I’m sure you guys know this and I’d be stupid to pretend you guys don’t already know this but I don’t write for DSMP anymore. Especially not now with everything that’s been coming out for the past months.
I stand with the victims and the victims only.
I love all of you and the journey we went on together. I still write for other things, rn my hyper fixation is Hazbin Hotel. @washeduphazbin if you guys want to follow me there that’s where I’m posting my Hazbin specific stuff. My discord is still active obviously those who are in there know that. I’m not deleting my stories unless you all want me too, but I no longer write for them at all.
I have so many things to say but first of all thank you for the orders for my hazbin Ducks if you got any 😭 this is the first time anything I’ve made has been selling this much and his consistently. They’ll be available forever and I’m gonna make helluva boss ones eventually (not ducks but something!)
If you’re interested here’s my Etsy! Even liking the listing or looking helps the reach AHHHH
Some of you might know me from my other blog @lonely-lost-soul. I wanted to make a separate one for my current hyper-fixation Hazbin Hotel. In the future, I may add Obey Me or WITHIB, but for now, I'm sticking with Hazbin. This blog is a reader-friendly blog as well as a Huskerdust blog (there is a fic for them in progress).
Feel free to return to this blog post for updates and links to the master lists.
THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG. MINORS DNI
TLDR: REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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Request Rules:
1.) No Genderswap Characters
2.) I'm most comfortable writing a female or gender-neutral character, but I will also try to write for males. (Just have patience if it's rough at first)
3.) I will do my best to adhere to the character's sexualities
4.) Smut is allowed, and if you want it, please specify
5.) I have the right to deny any request given if I am uncomfortable with the subject matter
6.) Please request Huskerdust prompts
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Sun hated where he was; it smelled like foul chemicals, he couldn’t sense his litter mate, and worst of all, it was so very dark. He let out a distressed churr for his brother, body feeling unusually sluggish as the bad water entered the gills on his neck. The mer didn’t remember how he got here. One moment, he was swimming through the water with his brother, hunting for fresh food, and then utter darkness. Sun let out another distressed sound as he swam into a hidden wall, his webbed hands brushing against his temple; that’s when he heard a loud screech that sounded like his brother's distressed call. In response, he let out his distress call, and suddenly, the entire area rumbled. He then proceeded to ram himself against the invisible force separating them. In the dark, Sun had no energy, only chirping weakly, to which Moon responded with a snarl. Sun frowned. He couldn’t make out what exactly he was trying to tell him. He only put his hand up to the invisible blockade, and Moon placed his hand on the blockage they would soon learn was called glass. Sun took a breath and used the rest of his energy to pulse with soft yellow light, nonverbally communicating to his brother that he was okay and that they both would figure out a way out of this. He could see Moon’s bare his lips, showing off his teeth doubtfully as he pulsed his bioluminescent colors as a comeback to his own.
His brother thought the worst out of every situation, but surely they’d be okay. Once the bipedal creatures were done with them, surely they’d let the two mers go; it was only a matter of time.
~Six Months Later~
“Shit, shit, fuck, fuck-” You sputtered, toothbrush in your mouth, the paste leaking from the corners as you shoved on your pants. As usual, you were running late. You had subconsciously snoozed about four of your alarms and were desperately trying to prepare for the first day on your job. Ever since childhood, you dreamed of being a marine biologist; working with marine life was the only job you’d accept, much to your parent's scolding. However, it just so happened that you, out of all the other students in your graduate class, were picked for a top-secret assignment at Afton and Son’s Aquarium. Thanks to your talents, you were at the top of your class, and the animals you helped as an intern could all be rehabilitated and released. You grabbed your keys and bolted out the door; running late for a top-secret project could irreversibly damage your reputation. Your old Subaru sputtered to life as you jammed your keys into the ignition, the rocketship keychain your dad got you clattering against the others on your lanyard.
You practically burst into the front doors of the aquarium, scarring the poor secretary to pieces. Her blonde hair was tied in an old-fashioned pink scrunchy, and her chubby cheeks were stained a permanent peach. Hands rested on your knees as you fought to catch your breath. God, you needed a workout routine or something. “Um…are you alright?” She asked, her voice wavering; she was wringing her hands together as you picked your head up, hair falling around your face with a crooked smile.
“I’m alright! I’m new,” you exclaimed, introducing yourself with an awkward wave. Your keys jingle from the key ring at your waist, and your backpack hangs loosely around your shoulders.
“Oh!” The secretary chirps, “Welcome! I’m Chica!” her blonde hair bouncing as she spoke, “Mr. Afton has been waiting for you!” Her accent was a mix of Southern twang and a valley girl's. But her odd accent aside, your brain skidded to a stop hearing that THE Mr. Afton was here.
You gawked. The big boss was here? Did you keep him waiting? Why was he here for you, the marine biologist student who got picked for this project? Couldn’t an average manager greet and instruct you on the whales, dolphins, or whatever you’d be working with?
“Did I keep him waiting?” You voiced your thoughts, panic clear in your tone, and the secretary’s brow furrowed.
“Oh no, pumpkin, don’t worry; you’re right on time. I’ll let him know you’re here if you want to head to the door to your left. Knock twice before entering, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.” You chirped back with a head nod before heading down to the large oak doors labeled,
AFTON on a beautiful gold plaque.
Following the instructions you were given, you knocked twice on the door. There was shuffling inside the room and a loud, gruff cough before the door was open. The man on the other end was thin, almost unhealthily so; his hair was a dark chestnut, and his eyes were a startling shade of blue. He smiled at you, holding out his hand, and you noticed the scars littering his arms.
“Newbie!” Mr. Afton seemed to cheer, “Welcome, come in!” He muses, leading you into the old air of his managerial office. “I hope I didn’t wake you too early; I know ‘ow college kids can be; my eldest is in school right now. Micheal, he’s around your age.” I nod as he converses; truthfully, you didn’t care much about Mr. Afton’s sons, but you bit your tongue and smiled at your boss. “Sit, sit, sit!” he ushers you to a big, bright blue chair with little jellyfish. You’ve always liked jellyfish; they were colorful, and there were many different species; maybe the secret project was jellyfish-related. The British man sits at his desk, crossing his arms over one another with a sly smile, “I’m so happy you accepted this opportunity. You don’t know how many people rejected it after hearing about it.” That comment gave you a bit of unease as you raised an eyebrow, “which is why we had to fudge the job application just a little bit.”
“Er…what do you-”
“Don’t be alarmed.” Mr. Afton held up his hands in a surrender motion, “You’ll still get your thirty dollars an hour. You may need it for the hospital bills.”
Money wasn’t your top concern, but having that much money in your pockets daily made you want to kiss your manager's feet. No more student loans! Wait, did he just say hospital bills?
“Since you already signed the base paperwork, you can meet the creatures you’ll be working with.” He stood up, grabbed a cane in the corner of the room, and urged you to follow him out of his office. You took a breath, reminding yourself that this is your dream, what you studied for, and that you could take on any challenge. He led you to a set of double doors labeled STAFF ONLY. “Remember the NDA you signed,” you nodded, “Meet Sun and Moon.” Mr. Afton sent you an almost crazed grin as he tossed open the doors. In front of you sat a giant tank that easily fit an orca. You stepped in, passing him, ignoring his childlike grin; inside the tank was a cave, some seaweed and shells, and a few stimulation toys.
“So…what’s in here?”
“Dumb creatures…” Afton grumbled under his breath, but you caught it; you had to bite your tongue to stop from snapping at him for the comment. He walked forward and knocked on the glass with his cane; the lights flickered and dimmed only slightly as four pairs of eyes flashed to life in the cave. One pair was a striking blue and the other a piercing red; they were bioluminescent creatures, whatever they were. You stepped towards the tank curiously. The blue eyes widened and moved towards the entrance of the cave. You gawked, watching it swim toward the glass. It was a mermaid, a real-life mer right before you. They were lit with yellowish-orange bioluminescence colors; his face and body were humanoid, with a nose, eyes, and a lean torso. Instead of hair, their fins fanned out like the sun; scales dotted their face like freckles. He placed his webbed hands on the glass, and you heard them utter a churr and click curiously like a dolphin. You admired the fins on their arms, and your eyes trailed down to his tail; it resembled that of a butterfly koi.
Ethereal.
You reached out and placed your palm against the glass against theirs. As you did, you saw them visibly bristle and hiss before scurrying back into their cave.
“You have a fucking mermaid?”
“Mermaids, my dear. And language, this is a family friends establishment.”
“TWO?!” You gawked, completely baffled, but Mr. Afton just looked proud of himself, “how? Where did you find them-“
“I’ll send you over all the paperwork. Since you’re starting today, I’ll give you a brief rundown. Sun and Moon are from the same clutch of eggs; we’ve gathered much from the vet techs working with them. You’ll probably meet him tomorrow. His name’s Freddy, you'll like him, everyone likes him.” Afton once more got off track. This time, you interrupted,
“Sun and Moon…”
“Ah, right, right. They’re both male of their species; both are on the more aggressive side. Sun is more curious and, so far, has been the most willing to make contact; Moon, however, only comes out when it’s dark or no one’s looking. He’s reclusive and has an even worse temper than Sun; we think he could be nocturnal. He causes the most incidents…” Mr. Afton pursed his lips, “with their past trainers and caretakers. He’s killed the most. Sun’s injured a good plenty of his mind you. But you’ll be fine, I’m sure of it; we’ve learned from their deaths. God rest their souls.”
“Holy shit…” you breath, “real life mermaids…”
“Yes. Yes. You aim to care for them, handle feeding, and clean them if they eventually let you. Our overarching goal is for you to become their trainer and open them up for shows to the public. Much like some of the dolphins we have here.”
That gave you pause, “I thought this was a rescue and rehabilitation aquarium…”
“Normally, it is for the bigger sea creatures, but…these two.” He pats the tank, “There are exceptions. They’re the only mermaids humans have ever made contact with, so for the greater good, they’ll stay with us purely for research. We don’t know much about their diet either, as they refuse to eat until it’s strictly necessary.” Afton hummed, “I can’t stop you from doing whatever you think is appropriate to try to bond with them. However, I discourage you from getting into the water with them now. Accidents and all that. Welp!” He clapped his hands, “I’ll leave you to get acquainted with them. You’ll find everything you need on the observation platform. Good luck, kiddo.” With that, you watched your boss spin on his heel and exit the exhibition, leaving you alone in a dim room with a cold chill in the air and two mermaids. You’d have to look over the emails he sent you; you wondered if they even were from colder waters or if they just assumed, because of their bioluminescence, they were native to the deep sea. You climbed the metal steps; they creaked beneath your feet. You would need to physically examine some things, their teeth, for example, to see if they were meat eaters and what meat they even needed to digest. You stood on the platform looking into the murky water of the tank, your nose scrunched up, wondering how often this tank gets clean. Wandering over to the edge, you saw blue eyes peering up at you once again; you knelt on the lip of the tank.
“Hi, Sun,” you greeted, saying your name; you were sure they had some intelligence, but could they understand you? That in and of itself was another question. Bubbles came from his mouth as he swam closer to the top of the tank, “Hungry?” You questioned, and all he did was flick his tail at you lowly, grumbling. You turned and pulled the cooler of fish towards you. He swam a bit closer, and you saw an arm shoot out from inside the cave, dark blue and covered in spines, stopping Sun in his tracks. The mer, who could only be Moon, trilled lowly, and you heard it reverberate in your skull, making your eyes feel heavy. Sun shook his hand off and breached the surface. The top of his face fins dropped as he stared at you from just above the water's surface. As you opened the cooler, you immediately gagged; the fish was far from fresh; no wonder they barely ate. “I’m going to get you some fresh food tomorrow. Promise,” you crossed your heart, holding the smelly fish out to him. He eyed you suspiciously, with another trill from down below from Moon; you opened your mouth to speak again to try to talk to him when he lunged. You pulled your hand back just in time for Sun to clamp down on the fish with his razor-sharp teeth.
Sharp teeth. Large. Hunts other mammals for food.
He pulled the fish below the water, smirking slyly at you as he tore it in half, tossing the other down to his brother. He blew bubbles in your direction again, letting out a low trill.
You flex your fingers; if you hadn’t pulled your hand away, it’d be gone, you were sure of it.
“It’s okay. We’ll keep trying,” You said out loud, unsure if it was toward the mers or yourself. You brought your eyes to look at him again. Sun was still staring at you as he brought the fish head into his mouth, shredding it to pieces before eating whatever remained. He swallowed and stuck his tongue out at you, long and orange. In a moment of impulsiveness, you stuck your tongue in retaliation; you saw briefly how his body and eyes pulsed with light as his grin widened. Sun giggled before catching himself; he covered his mouth with his hands, diving back into his cave and shaking his fins.
He wanted to play. On some level, he wanted to bond. He could understand you and your gestures. Now, you were able to form a plan. You stood up, placing your hands on your hips, and grinned wildly.
It was time to put your degree into practice.
Operation Bond with Sun is a Go.
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Sun whined as Moon kicked sand up in his face with his tail, “I am not eating that.” Moon hissed, curling more and plunging deeper into the cave, his spines vibrating as he pushed the bottom half of the fish away.
“Come on, Moony,” Sun whined, “you gotta eat.”
“No. Not from no tails, never.”
“You’re starving yourself! You haven’t eaten in weeks and need more than I do! This one seems different; she smells like the sea.” Sun said eagerly, swimming closer to his brother, who hissed and swatted at him again.
“They’re all bad.” Moon snapped spitefully, “They did this to us, want to make us a spectacle.” He hissed, baring his pointed teeth. “I’d rather die.”
“Don’t say that!” Sun wrapped his arms around Moon, who growled and squirmed woefully, “We’ll get out of here!” That’s when Moon stilled,
“Yeah…yes.” Moon hummed as he spun to face Sun. Letting him lie on his stomach, his brother tilted his head. “You need to make friends with the new human…” he hummed, eyes crinkling at the corners, “Gain their trust. Get her on our side, then when the moment is right.” He held up his clawed hands, creating a few bubbles before snapping his hands shut around the bubbles, snuffing them out. “Manipulate her into helping us escape; then we kill her and this place behind.”
“I don’t know…” Sun trailed off, “That sounds a little dangerous…”
“Didn’t you say she was different, hm? That’s what you said, right? You can do this, Sun, and you’re likable and a good actor. Make her trust you.” Moon churred at his brother, who always fell victim to praise of any kind, “Any means necessary.”
“Any means?”
“Any.”
“Okay! Okay!” Sun chirped, slamming his fist into his hand, “I got this. Moon, we’ll be out of here in no time!”
Moon hummed pleasantly; he’d be there, of course, as always, to watch and protect his brother if the human decided to hurt him. She’d end up like all the others if she played her cards wrong, made one wrong move against Sun, and your head would be floating at the top of your tank, detached from your body.
Operation Freedom was a Go.
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FNAF time chapters are already planned out, so she will be finished and updated regularly hopefully. As always comments, and art are welcome!
Denji stared at you nervously, hands twitching at his side; when Aki suggested he ask you on a date, he was sure you’d say no. Denji wasn’t used to girls accepting his proposed outings, so when you said yes, he was dumbfounded. You were arguably the second prettiest woman at Public Safety, second only to Makima.
Who was his dream girl. Wait, shit Denji should not be thinking of Makima when you were alive and breathing in front of him. His nose scrunched up, eyeing you scrutinizingly; you looked pretty, makeup dotting your eyes and lips, making you look like a porcelain doll. Makima didn’t need makeup to be pretty; she just was. Your hair was loose, and you weren’t wearing your everyday Public Safety uniform; instead, it was a tight-fitting brown sweater and leggings. You had an air of confident nurturing about you, similar to Makima’s nurturing but also wildly different, so different that it made his head spin. Where Makima’s kindness always seemed to have a price, yours happened naturally. Soft praises when he’d do simple tasks that made his heart feel weird, gently teaching him about things he couldn’t understand without asking anything of him in return. He’d never seen you so carefree as he did now; he had to admit you were cute, with a soft flush to your cheeks and a nice rack that bounced a bit as you chittered away. Double shit Denji totally wasn’t listening to you at all; he blinked, slinking behind his menu while nodding and coming back to the present. You were kind enough to pay, too, knowing he was flat-out broke. He was a real jerk, huh?
“Hey, you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be.” You offered suddenly, voice tender and soft, almost mothering. Hand outstretched, pressing to the hand that Denji held the menu with,
“I want ta’ be!” Denji argued, jolting at the accusation. He forgot just how observant you were; he never knew if you were naturally this observant or if it was your devil's contract. “Swear it!” You hummed softly, a smile spreading across your lips,
“Okay, as long as you’re comfortable.”
“I am…” He muttered and looked at you, still smiling, not perturbed by his grumpy muttering, “Did you say yes to me because Aki told you to?” You blinked a few times,
“No,” Your nose scrunched up, and for the first time, you seemed bothered by something he said, “Denji, did you think I only came because Aki made me?”
“It’s not…a dumb idea. I wouldn’t have cared. Either way, I’d probably get to feel your tits.”
“Denji.” Your eyes narrowed, and he swallowed, murmuring a soft apology. “I said yes to you because I like you.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Why? Denji, you’re adorable!” The boy's face turned pink at your praise, “Sure, you can be kind of…okay…very crass at times. But you’re learning; you’re funny and a giant dork! Just my type!” You said how much you liked him so quickly, not just for his body, not just because he was chainsaw man. You seemed to pick up on his thought process, “And not just because you’re Chainsaw Man either; I don’t care about him; I care about Denji.”
Denji’s worldview imploded in on itself, “You like me for me?”
“Yes, Denji. I like you for you.”
‘I did it Pochita. I’m on my first real date with a girl who likes me…’
All these previous thoughts of Makima rushed out of his mind like a raging river. Solely focused on the girl in front of him, “Denji? Did I break you?”
“No way!” He shouted, slamming his hands on the table and standing to his feet. this ruckus caused people to look at the both of you, your cheeks flushed, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “I’m so turned on right now! I gotta show you something!”
“DENJI!” You squeaked out a tell as people coughed, making faces at the both of you, “Sit down!”
“No way!” He loosened the top three buttons on his dress shirt, “I got a better idea for tonight.” You looked at him in disbelief; he had a mischievous smile; it seemed you unknowingly blew up his ego. He was so cute,
“Shit.” You laughed in disbelief, “Shit, okay!” You chirped, grabbing his hands, “Lead the way.” He pulled you out of your restaurant and took off down the street; Denji noticed you falling behind and paused. “My shoes, hold on,” You smiled, sliding off your flats and placing them in your bag, “Alright, let's go.”
“You’re not wearing shoes,” Denji commented with a furrowed brow, “hold on.” He hummed, grabbing you suddenly so you rested bridal style in his arms, “It’ll be faster this way. I’m pretty speedy, you know.”
“I know, cutie,” Denji practically shouted in delight at the pet name, nuzzling his forehead against yours with a smile. “Adorable,” You praised as he continued to run, letting you hold tight to his neck. Denji ran so far that the both of you were out of the city; you allowed the wind to tickle your cheeks as stars began to dot the sky and the polluted lights began to dissipate behind the both of you. “Denji, where are we going?” He smiled down at you, a precious, adorable grin full of sharp teeth.
“One of my favorite spots!” He smiled, “I ran a lot as a kid with Pochita. We didn’t have a car, but we’d run and run all night until we ended up under a sky like this.” Denji placed you down, oddly mindful of his hands, and looked up into the inky blackness. “You wanna know what my wish was?”
“What was your wish?” You whisper quietly, wrapping your arms around Denji’s waist and placing your head on his shoulder; you feel him shudder under your touch before resting his body weight on you.
“I wanted to go on a date with a hot girl. A real date with someone who really likes me.” Denji spoke quietly, “I think that’s you.”
Not Makima. Never Makima. He was so wrong.
“Denji…” You spoke softly, “As long as you want me. I’ll be here for you.”
“Stay forever,” He whispered, head turning to face you; his eyes were wet and vulnerable, hesitant to show himself bare like this to you.
“Okay.” You promised, after all, that in your line of work, forever could be until tomorrow, and why waste the love you feel now? “Denji, let me kiss you?”
“For real?” He gaped, “with tongue?”
“If you want.”
“YES.”
You giggled, stepping before Denji, “Just so you know…I’ve Never kissed someone out in public before.”
“Eh, no one around, it’s fine,” He babbled, unwilling to let his opportunity slip through his fingers, “I mean, maybe a few cars will pass, but if they see us, they’ll be totally jealous.” Denji hummed, hands twitching at his side, “Please?”
“Alright,” You smiled warmly, “here.” You instructed, putting his hands on your waist; you felt him squeeze your hips, testing the waters. You leaned forward, and he hurriedly met you halfway; it was messy at first, his teeth knocked against your own, and his nose brushed against yours frantically. “Denji,” You breathed between his frantic kisses, “Take it slower. I’m not going anywhere.” The boy paused, doing as you asked, eager to learn how to please you properly, his lips slotted against yours slower this time, more sensual. His lips were a little chapped and tasted like iron and honey, but you enjoyed him nonetheless. Denji was careful of his teeth, not wanting to cut your lips, but also unsure if the porn he watched indicated some women preferred it. “Sweet boy,” You urged, “I wouldn't be a Devil Hunter if I didn’t mind pain now and again. You’re doing great.” You purred softly, and he audibly whimpered; he nipped at your lips, causing blood to bubble under his tongue. You groaned softly at the sensation, and Denji made a sound of pleasure, swallowing the little beads of blood as you kissed. You felt Denji’s hand twitch against your hips, slowly sliding up your stomach and palming your breast. Your breathing hitched,
“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, massaging your breast between his hands. When you nodded, his pulse skyrocketed, “Under?”
“Yes, Denji, under is alright.”
“Fuck yes.” He whispered, sliding his hands underneath your sweater to grab your tits, his entire hand wrapped around them as he touched and groped. You knew you’d be left with palm and finger-shaped bruises on your skin. “This is so much better than I imagined,” The boy was practically drooling in front of you.”
“Why don’t you take my sweater off?” You whispered teasingly, watching his face turn red,
“In public?”
“Scared?”
“Never.” Your sweater was practically ripped from your body, allowing your breasts to bounce free, “Oh fuck yeah.” His eyes followed their bounce before he jolted. You giggled as a car honked, shining its lights past you and driving away down the road; you held your sweater to cover your chest as they sped off.
“You think they’re gonna call the cops?” You grinned as Denji pulled you on top of him,
“If they do, I’ll totally kill them. Only I get to see you like this!” He shouted, kissing underneath your neck, “Only me.”
“Yes, Sir,” You snickered, unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly. The entire time, you felt his eyes bare into your chest, watching them hungrily. “This is your first time, right?” Denji nodded dumbly, “And you’re okay to take it further? We can always stop here.”
“No fuckin’ way. Let’s go all the way!”
“Someone’s eager,” You teased, slowly kissing down his chest, causing him to squirm and whine. “Oh, hello,” You mused, sliding off his pants, his hard-on smacking against his stomach; he swallowed thickly. “So riled up for me,” Your hand slid up his length, and he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. Your hand was so much better than his own, daintier, more nimble, working him up so much faster than if he was on his own. He moaned your name frantically as you gave him a few pumps; you paused, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, “Yes?”
“Inside, please. I don’t know how long I can- Want to feel you.” He blabbered, pupils blown to the size of saucers. poor boy, you forgot he was a virgin. You steeled yourself, knowing it would be a quick night, not that you minded.
“You were such a good boy. I think I can manage that,” You purred, shimming off your pants and underwear and tossing them in the long grass. His eyes widened somehow even bigger before blurting,
“Holy shit is that was a real pussy looks like?” You burst into laughter, and Denji huffed, “What’s so funny huh?” He snipped, “It looks different from porn!”
“Well, duh,” You poked his nose, “I’m the real deal.”
“Thank fuck for that-” He hissed as you lowered himself onto his long length. You moaned sweetly as it brushed deep inside your walls, hitting your g spot immediately like it had a homing beacon installed. “O-oh shit,” He whimpered and felt his balls tighten, “This feels so much better than I’ve ever imagined.”
“Don’t cum yet. I haven't even moved,” you teased, noticing he was moaning louder as your walls fluttered around him.
“Don’t laugh it makes it worse.” He whined, hands finding your hips and urging you to roll them so he could get the whole experience. He watched you roll your eyes as you began to bounce on his dick, moving and pumping in and out of him, your eyes squeezed shut.
“You feel so good, hitting all my spots just right. Fuck Denji. We are so doing this again.”
“Yes. Yes,” He nodded his head, saying your name like a mantra, hips bucking up to meet yours; he felt his stomach tighten as he bit his knuckles, trying not to whimper as he came inside you without warning. You yelped, feeling his seed fill you and push you over the edge; you watched his eyes roll back in his head, “f-fuck ‘hm sorry…” He slurred, eyes heavy as your own aftershocks milked him as he whimpered at the stimulation. You hopped off of him, resting your head against his pecks,
“You did good. Really good.” You praised as he grinned stupidly, “Sleep.”
“Did you cum?” He mumbled, allowing sleep to overtake him,
“Yes, Denji.” He smiled, sending you a half-hearted thumbs up before promptly falling asleep beneath you.
You woke up to your phone ringing, once, then twice before you picked up. Denji was underneath you; your head rested on his chest, and his innocence was sweet. His breathing was steading; you had really worn him out. Deep in REM sleep, you answered the phone,
“Did Denji enjoy himself?” Makima asked from the other end; her casual tone made your skin prickle.
“How did you-”
“I know everything that involves one of my dogs.” She responded flippantly, and you could picture her leaning over her desk, hands resting on her chin, “You played your role well. Let's continue to give Denji something to fight for, yes?” You grit your teeth, burying your head into Denji’s chest, his heart pumping in your ears, trying to calm you; you loved Denji. More than anything, nothing you said or did was fake, but…
After Mystra, Gale was sure he’d never find love again, but then a giant worm was implanted in his brain, and he could telepathically connect with a beautiful lady elf who seduced him into joining her and her companions on a quest to remove the parasite from their brains.
Completely reasonable.
He couldn’t quite understand how this elf had somehow managed to worm, pun not intended, her way into his heart so suddenly. The only downside is that she’s never interested in anyone in the camp. Even though Gale knew just about every one of her companions would flirt with her; he assumed she wasn’t interested in anyone. But here, he and you were searching the forest high and low to forage for berries to help cure a sick tiefling child in the Grotto. Now, he liked helping the poor and defenseless as much as the next person, but he couldn’t quite understand your utter infatuation with helping them. “Now, I don’t mean to be that person. But why exactly did you ask me for help with this little side quest?”
“Is it wrong that I enjoy spending time with you?”
“No, not wrong, maybe a little surprising,” Gale hummed, his heart fluttered at your words. “After all, you never wished to hang out before,” He watched you wince slightly, and Gale cleared his throat. “Which is fine. No big deal-”
“It’s not that I don’t enjoy spending time with you all, you especially. I’m just preoccupied, you know, with our little tadpole problem.” With a soft sigh, you pointed to your eye, “I feel like I'm not allowed to relax until this is all over. Everyone is relying on me.” Gale seemed to regard you for a moment,
“You know…this isn’t all on your shoulders. We all deserve a little break occasionally, whether fun…or relaxation.” Gale hummed, picking up one of the berries he found. Inspecting it briefly, sensing only a bit of magical energy from it, probably nothing serious, he tossed it to you. You stumbled to catch it but managed to do so with a quick agility roll; you shot him a dirty look, popping the berry in your mouth. It was sweet and tangy, and you watched Gale down a handful of the fruits. “Relaxation is preferred. I could always give you a naked massage; I’m quite good with my fingers.” Gale wiggled them teasingly, you snorted,
“Maybe if your name was Zevlor.”
“Is that why we’re still here?” Gale gawked as you laughed, one of the first times Gale had heard your genuine laughter, and it made his body heat up pleasantly, like really heat up. “You’re horny for the leader of the tiefling refugees! Pun intended this time!”
“No!” You giggled gently, shoving him, “I believe in his cause and want to help them all to Baulder’s gate safely if I can.” You grew serious as a flush blossomed on your cheeks, “I must help them; if not me, who else?”
“Certainly not anyone sane.”
“Gale,” You warned, tone sending a thrill through the bigger man’s spine in a way that only typically happened when he was turned on. A pissed-off woman always did something to him; a calm, steeled gaze could bring him to his knees in a moment; maybe that’s why he tortured himself with Mystra for so long. “I’d like to think plenty of good people exist in the world; I’m not a nihilist- holy shit, is it hot to you, too, or just me?” You asked with a frustrated growl; he watched sweat bead on your forehead slowly drip down your temple to the curve of your neck. He wanted to lick the sweat, devour it, and your taste on his tongue.
Wait, what? Since when did he want to taste you? He bites his lip for a moment. Okay…he’s wanted you for a long time, but never this bad, never this. He was a gentleman, a man of subtly. Gale watched you like a beast would stalk its prey as you shed your armor and stood before him in sleepwear. Every bit about you was flushed and sweating; his stomach turned, seeing more of your bare skin, what he wouldn’t give to leave it covered in his marks. Shit. Why was he starting to sound like if Halsin and Astarion had a baby together? He looked into your eyes, and your pupils were blown, but eyebrows knitted with concern.
“You look positively debauched.” You comment, not unkindly; if you looked like you just had come back from a marathon of sex escapades, he probably looked just the same.
“Everything hot,” He commented dumbly; his stomach was a blaze of fire, and he wondered if this was how poor Karlach felt daily. “I feel it under my skin. Some kind of magic has to be,” He started to pant as you came up and pressed your hands to his chest; even without skin to skin just the subtlety of you against him sent his mind reeling and had his dick rising with interest. “Fuck,” He hissed as you looked down, noticing his heavy arousal, “sorry. I can’t control myself.”
“Me too…” You breathed, guiding his hand- and god, your touch felt like rain on a desert- to feel the crotch of your nightclothes.
You were soaking. Gale somehow got harder.
“You said…” You hissed, bucking against his hand as his fingers unknowingly stroked your clit, he apologized, but you held his wrist in place. “Magic?” He thought for a moment, trying to cast anything to figure out what spell this could’ve been, but every little whimper out of your mouth distracted him. Every whine as you willed yourself not to hump his fingers snapped him out of his concentration.
“I don’t know. Fuck kiss me?”
“Yes,” You pulled him by his nightshirt, smashing your lips against his; you tasted like pure magic as raw charm bounced between you. He heard you whimper as he nipped at your lips, begging for entrance; you allowed it with so much ease it almost caught him off guard. He explored your mouth as your tongues battled for dominance, and Gale surprised himself when you won. He stumbled back against a tree as you pinned him there. It was his turn to whine as you pulled away, staring up at him through your lust-blown eyes, “Gale. I need you to fuck me.”
Now, that was something Gale could accomplish.
“Where do you want me?” He asked with a sideways smile, harder (and hotter) than he’d ever been.
“Pin me into the grass and rail me,” Your hands slid up his shirt, nails scraping at his plush stomach to his pecks, sliding his shirt off. “Fuck look at you,” You eyed him hungrily, and he wanted you to devour him. “You’re so sexy, Gale,” Gale’s tongue felt heavy in his mouth; sexy was new to him. Mystra always called him plush, cute, and with an adorable dad bod but never sexy; you thought he was sexy. Flush traveled up his cheeks, and you smirked, feeling his cock press against your stomach from how much you were pressed against him. “Take me, now.”
“Of course, princess,” Gale purred, ever the people pleaser. He leaned down to capture your lips, trailing down your neck, slowly untying your night shirt and sliding it over your head. Your breasts bounced enticingly as he lowered you into the grass, and your breath hitched, feeling the grass tickle your bare back. His large hands cupped your breast, squeezing it, much like one would squeeze a stress ball. You tossed your head back and moaned loudly normally; Gale would be worried he was being too rough, but the noises you were making and the uncontrollable heat between you had him not overlooking those little details. “Does that feel good?” He mused magic sliding between your bodies as his lips trailed down your neck and latched onto the swell of your breast.
“Yes baby, yes.” You panted hands, grabbing at his hair, and he gasped; he began to suck on your nipples like a man starved. “Good boy-” He moaned against you and felt the vibrations against your breast. “Gale…hot,” You whined, pulling his head off you. He knew his pupils were blown, and he looked ridiculous. “Please, I need you. Relieve my heat,” You pleaded, hands moving down his arms and chest, and then grabbed at his member. Thick and long, you pumped him about three times as he moaned lustfully, bucking into your hand. He glanced down at your fingers rubbing him, then back into your eyes, and they weren't looking at his face, instead admiring the tufts of brown hair leading down to where his penis stood at attention between your hands. You were hungry, hungry, and hot; your eyes flicked up to meet his, “Inside. Now,” Gale didn’t need to be told twice as he slid into you with a hard flick of his hips; he watched as you swallowed him, and he had to take a breath not to spill prematurely. But it was hard; everything was overly sensitive, and your pussy was hot and tight, sucking him in and squeezing him for all he was worth. You both moaned hotly as he began to pump in and out of you rhythmically, your legs wrapped around his waist, holding him tight, taking every last inch of him like a good girl should.
“I know this is magic or a hex, but fuck gorgeous, you’re so tight.”
“Just for you; I’ve wanted you inside me for so long. You’re so thick, filling me so well,” You slurred, tongue almost hanging out of your mouth as Gale moaned, the pace picking up. The only sounds the both of you could hear were the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping between your bodies as Gale pounded into you.
“I’m close-” His throat got tight, and he felt you tighten around him, and he whimpered, “Princess-”
“Inside. Cum inside.” You commanded, and who was Gale to disobey his Goddess’s orders? His balls tightened and emptied inside you; white burst behind his eyelids as you screamed his name, nails clawing at his back like a cat. He knew those would leave a mark, and he had to stop himself from collapsing ontop of you. Arm shakily propping himself up above you and all at once the lust seemed to dissipate from the both of you, blush rose up into both of your cheeks.
“Shit. Oh shit.” You whisper shivering as you clentched around his softness still buried inside you. “Gale we totally fucked.”
“Considering my limp dick is still inside you and you’re covered in cum. I’d say that’s an astute observation,” He smiled, internally panicking because holy shit how did he not pick up on the aphrodisac berried he made both of you eat.
“I’m so sorry!” You blurted grabbing at his cheeks and his grin never faltered,
“Why are you apologizing? We both came?”
“This is not how I imagined our first time going,” You whined, “I was supposed to confess to you under the stars, Astarion’s been giving me tips.”
“Well thank god it happened this way then. If Astarion was giving you romance advice we might be dancing around one another for years,” He pressed his forehead against your own. You made a sound,
“He’s not that bad.” You argued, but Gale silenced you with another kiss; you smiled softly as he pulled away. He opened his mouth, and you covered it with your hand. “My love, let’s not say something to ruin the moment.” Gale only nodded, falling on top of your chest, face snuggling in between your boobs; he could die happy.
