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When your spouse @demonofpuns surprises you your very own Sasha (from Safety) for your Birthday! 😍😍😍😍😍 THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE, I CAN'T 😍

The little tea set! 😍♥️

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Hello, dears! This fic was written for my sweet love for their birthday, the always wonderful @demonofpuns! It's a Pirate Captain Sal AU with a bratty Reader 👀Includes spanking, blowjobs, a hearty size kink and two cock Sal (ahem) I do hope some of you will enjoy it! ❤️At just under 4k words, most of this will go under a cut! ***

It had been three months since you first laid eyes on the famed Captain of the Eldritch Mermaid. Ninety days since you first looked into her eyes and felt your knees go a little weak. Over a hundred and thirty one thousand minutes since you took your first step onto the slightly rotted boards of her ship and swore your allegiance to her.

You remembered that day like it was yesterday, the warm hue from a slowly setting sun basking her silhouette in all the colors of a late spring. Her ashen skin sun kissed and shimmering with the day's worth of sea spray. You had heard rumors that the notorious pirate ship would dock at your town's local marina to load up on supplies and you wasted no time in packing your bags with nothing more than a hope that the Lady of the ship would take pity on you and allow you to join her crew.

The truth of the matter was, you had never really felt comfortable in your hometown. You had always been considered odd - unnatural - with no affinity to live your life the way people thought a "woman" of your standards should. To be honest, that word alone had always felt alien to you. You had never, not once, looked at yourself in the mirror and seen a "woman". You just saw, you. And when you finally found a doctor willing to help give you the body you actually felt comfortable in, the townsfolk only saw you as even more of an anomaly.

But Sal, Sal had never seen you as anything other than who you were. You still remembered how her eyes lingered over you, how the sharpness of her teeth - all too reminiscent of a shark - gleamed in the late afternoon sun when she gave you a little smirk. Your body trembling as you did your best to catch your breath. Having ran all the way from your Mother's home to see the crew loading the last bit of the supplies onto the massive ship, you almost tripped trying to catch up with it in time.

But Sal, Sal had caught you.

Though, despite the Captain’s warm greetings and curious look in her eyes (and much to your dismay) Sal rejected your initial request to join her. With the life of a pirate being challenging as it was, she explained how they were struggling just to keep the crew that she already had alive and fed. You hadn't even gotten the chance to plead your case to her before she was being swept away by her first mate. An extremely buff woman who gave you a sneer as she led Sal back towards the boat.

For a moment you only stood there - disheartened and crestfallen - staring up at the massive ship. That was it? You thought to yourself. Your very life dream so easily discarded?

But no, as you would have it, luck was on your side for once. A keen smirk coming to your lips as you spotted one final crate - completely unguarded and ready to be loaded onto the ship. Immediately you knew what you had to do… after all, when had someone telling you 'no' ever stopped you?

It was rather easy, honestly. Easier than you had expected. As if everyone within a twenty foot radius had been completely blinded to your antics. And truth be told, you could have done much worse than hiding in a crate full of fresh tobacco leaves.

But even now, even as you straightened your collar and dusted the flour off your fully flattened chest, you wouldn't have changed a single decision for anything in the world. Sure, it had taken Sal a couple days to sniff you out. And sure you were almost certain she was going to lead you directly to the plank the moment her eyes finally laid upon you. But after a few minutes of weighing out her options, she'd finally agreed to let you work off 'yer stowaway's debt', as she put it, in the kitchen.

And that's where you'd been ever since.

"Aye.. yer busy?"

You jumped at the unexpected voice behind you, smirking when you turned around. Sal's grin curled in the most devious of ways.

"Never too busy for you, Cap." You replied with a wink.

"Heh. Tha' right?"

The Captain had definitely grown more fond of you over the past couple of months. And it wasn't like you hadn't noticed how she'd always made a point to "check'n" on the kitchen each night after everyone else had gone to bed, leaving you by yourself.

"But of course! I am.. at your service, Captain."

Another wink and a bow and you had Sal chuckling. Her scent growing stronger as she came around the large carving table - subtle hints of cinnamon and sea spray that mixed oh so perfectly with her natural musk.

"Tea as usual?" You asked but she shook her head.

"'Fraid I'm not here fer tea, luv. Need ter talk ter ye 'bout sumthin'."

You set down the small cast iron pot that was in your hands and crossed your arms as you leaned back against the table, a teasing smirk still playing at the corner of your lips.

"Alright then, Cap. Talk to me."

It was moments like this that allowed you to see the many facets of Sal's beauty. With a warm candle light flickering across her unique and unmistakingly stunning features. A luminous glow in her eyes that always seemed to have a mind of it's own, dancing over you much like the flame that reflected within it - filling you with warmth.

"Seems yer played anotha' prank on Helga? Af'er I told yer ter stop?"

I mean… it wasn't your fault the Captain's first mate had made it her daily mission to be as on your ass as possible. She'd been practically begging for retaliation.. and who were you not to give it to her? Back home you had been somewhat famous for your pranks, a regular ol' jokester as it were. But it hadn't been as warmly accepted on the Eldritch Mermaid.

Especially not by Helga.

Nervous at first you swallowed, but your inherent ability to break any tension swiftly moved in and forced you to bat your eyelashes in Sal’s direction.

“Who? Little ol’ me? I would never."

You gave Sal your most disarming smile and the pirate chuckled, taking a single step closer to where you stood.

“Heh.. yer think yer cute, eh?"

“Oh.. I know I’m cute. I thought that was rather obvious.”

The Captain shook her head, chuckling again. Another step in your direction. The low growl in her throat quickening the once calm beat of your heart.

"Aye.. an' who else wud be reckless enuf ter set off explosives in her room?"

"It was only a couple small fireworks!" You exclaimed before quickly clearing your throat and giving her a little smirk. "I mean.. no, no.. I haven't the faintest idea who would do such a thing."

The look Sal gave you next was almost predatory, a devious grin across her lips that showed far too many teeth. And maybe you had taken it a little too far this time, but the look of shock upon the pirate's face when the fireworks went off was almost all too worth it. For the first time since Sal came downstairs you broke your gaze and adverted your eyes, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other.

“Look.. alright.. maybe there’s a small.. very tiny chance that I may have gone a little too far this time, Sal. But, come on! That woman has it out for me."

Sal chuckled, taking another step forward.

"Aye.. tha' she has. Not yer fault. Her an' I gotta past, yer see? Used ter hook up 'til I broke it off. Didn't feel right with her havin' feelins an' all."

"I.. but what's that got to do with me?!"

Sal gave you a look that immediately made you blush.

"Heh.. let's jus' say she ain't too keen on how I look at yeh."

You smirked, placing your hands teasingly on your hips.

"Oh? And how is it that you look at me?"

Another step, almost closing the last bit of distance between the two of you. A single sweep of her tongue over her lips.

"Like I hadn't eat'n in weeks an' yer tha next meal."

Your smirk widened. "You calling me a snack, Cap?"

"Mmh.. more likah feast."

The low, guttural growl that rested in Sal's throat was almost enough to stop any coherent thoughts from continuing. With a supreme flush moving across your body and a slight weakness to your knees. You weren't one who was accustomed to being flustered in such a way. While you were well aware of the effect you had on some people, you had normally always been able to keep your reserve. But when it came to Sal, it was like you had no reserve at all.

Still, you gave her your trademark grin and moved in a little closer.

"Better be careful, Captain, or people might think you're flirting with me."

"Heh.. thought yer knew."

She placed a single finger nail to the base of your neck before trailing it down your sternum, forcing you to swallow.

"I.. ahem.. k-knew what?" You asked in faux innocence. As if you hadn't noticed the way her eyes lingered upon you anytime her gaze caught yours. Or the charge of sexual tension that surged between the two of you whenever she was close. But out of respect for your Captain, you had told yourself after the very first night she came to visit you in the kitchen that you were going to follow her lead in the matter and let her make the first move.

Which, honestly, was another thing you weren't quite accustomed to.

Another single step and Sal's body was pressed against yours.

“Yer know.”

The sporadic colored wraps that adorned the pirate’s otherwise inky black hair framed her face beautifully as she leaned in - her intoxicating scent quick to envelop you. You swallowed a little harder this time, feeling your pulse immediately quicken. While of course there had been quite a few times where Sal had been close in your space, her current proximity was one that made every cell in your body awaken. Like a ripple of current spreading across an evening sky. Every particle charged and at the ready. Wanting nothing more than to have her lips against yours.

The thought alone made you subconsciously wet your lips. An act that surely wasn’t lost on Sal.

“Hm.. maybe I do.. but it’d sound a hell of a lot better coming from your mouth.”

You moaned when Sal grabbed onto your hips and pulled you forward, the single action immediately making you wet.

"Heh.. sumone liked tha'."

The moment she pressed her hips against yours you could feel how hard she was.

"Seems I'm not the only one." You replied with a smirk, bringing your hand down to very gently stroke over the base of her cocks. The indulgently low moan that rattled through Sal's throat only making you wetter.

The pirate bit her bottom lip, her womanhood twitching needily against the palm of your hand with each slow stroke.

"Oi.. don' tease, luv."

"Who's teasing?"

You smirked smugly as you began to lower yourself onto your knees, unbuttoning her trousers as you did. The hue of crimson that dusted Sal's cheeks only growing deeper with each button. The long Captain's coat that she wore swiftly discarded and dropped to the floor behind her, leaving the pirate in nothing more than a sheer button-down by the time you were done with her pants. The view was exquisite, if you did say so yourself, with every inch of her toned, taut, and ready for you.

Including the two very well endowed appendages that now hung mere inches from your lips. And even though the Captain's reputation did proceed her, you still found yourself in awe of the sight - subconsciously licking your lips.

The subtle pressure from her fingers on the back of your head was the only encouragement you needed. With one hand coming to stroke over her lower cock while you slid the other eagerly into your mouth. Relishing in her moan as you took it all the way to the base, squeezing her ass with your free hand as you did.

"F-fuck, luv."

Your lips curled into a smirk around her cock, tongue swirling over the width of it as you gave it an indulgent suck. Fingers firm around the bottom one as your paces synchronized. Every bob of your head matched expertly with the strokes of your hand. Your gaze locked on - drinking in the decadent landscape of Sal's body while you looked up at her, watching as her head as it fell back - another arousing moan escaping from her throat.

"An' here I though' I was comin' down here ter punish yeh."

Such exquisite hitches woven throughout dialogue as the pirate's hips started to move in motion with your head. and even though you could spend the rest of the night pleasuring her, the brat in you forced you to smirk and pull away, earning a whimper of betrayal from Sal.

"I mean.. who's stopping you, Captain?"

You punctuated your words with a single stroke over both cocks, your smirk growing even wider.

"Heh."

A flicker of warning - a shimmer of a threat. The Captain's eyes narrowing as her fingers grew firmer in your hair, smirking at the tiny moan that slipped from your lips before she pulled you up from your knees - a deep blush across your cheeks.

"Yer lucky yer cute, sweetheart."

Another moan as she tugged your hair a little harder. And yet, still, you smirked.

"Mhm.. I know."

The next sound out of you was a single whimper when Sal forcefully bent you over. Your upper body flat against a wooden table, hands held behind your back with your ass in the air. A single slap across one cheek before the pirate leaned down, her breath warm against your ear.

"Sweet lil' brat."

You shivered, body shuddering against her own.

"Think I can' smell yeh?"

At this you swayed your hips teasingly.

"Can you now-"

Another strike against your backside before your pants were forced down past your thighs - the measure of your arousal glistening in the low candlelight. You moaned outright - needy and unhindered. Gods, how you wanted her.. wanted nothing more than for her to take you however she wanted and completely wreck you.

"Mmph- .. Sal.. please."

"Heh.. beggin' fer it, are yeh?"

Your silence only brought another strike to your backside, this time filling the small room with the delicious sound of flesh against flesh.

"Say it."

You cursed under your breath.

"Y-yes.. Please."

Sal only took a moment to position herself, with one cock teasing your entrance while the other hung directly below it, sliding exquisitely over your clit when she thrusted herself deep into you. Her fingers firm in your hair, pulling you towards her and forcing your back to arch. Each teasingly slow thrust pulled a soft whimper from your lips, feeling oh so good but still leaving you wanting more.

You bucked your hips back into her, driving the length of her cock as deep inside of you as you could. An all too arousing growl rolling across your backside like thunder as Sal's hands came to your hips, stilling them and making you whimper.

"Greedy."

You whimpered again. "H-how do you e-expect me to not be greedy w-when it comes to you?"

You felt the sweet heat of the prick of her nails seeping into the fleshy parts of your hips as they sank in a little deeper.

"Heh.. charmin', eh?"

"Honest-"

A single, forceful thrust left you with nothing but fireworks behind your eyes, as needy juices trickled down your inner thighs in heated want.

"Mmph, fuck! Sal… please."

"Yer gonna behave?"

Your inner brat immediately sparked, wanting nothing more than to give her a little smirk over your shoulder and mutter a 'make me', but the profound ache in your core and inherent need for Sal to utterly wreck you swiftly won the battle, forcing you to curse under your breath before surrendering pitifully.

"Y-yes, yes.. I'll behave, Captain. Please."

Another growl mixed with the sound of rain hitting the sea worn planks above your heads was the only sound to be heard until her cock drove roughly into you - hard and unyielding. Thrust after thrust, building your peak higher and higher with no sign of the pirate slowing down her pace. Her other cock sliding deliciously over your clit and forcing a screamless cry from your body. Adding the wet sounds of your arousal to mix before a violent orgasm spread through you like a wildfire.

"Heh.. needy luv."

"Fuck.. m-more.. please. I need more. "

Sal wrapped her fingers back in your hair, pulling you back almost flush against her. A low growl in your year before she spoke.

“An’ jus’ how much more yer think yer can take?” She leaned in a little closer, another growl leading to her tongue skating over your ear. “Hm?”

“F-fuck.. all of you-”

Roughly the Captain grabbed onto your thighs, forcefully lifting you higher before positioning your core directly in front of her - the tips of both cocks soaked in your desire and pressing against your entrance.

“Yer sure?”

You nodded, laying your upper body down as far onto the table as you could go, lower back arched back into her.

“More than.”

The initial stretch was slow, exquisite. Compelling a fevered heat to surge across your body with every inch of progress. You could feel yourself dripping for her, only making it easier for the two ample cocks to gradually make their way further into you. It was a pleasure you’d never quite tasted before - a level of bliss you didn’t know existed. It was tangible - palpable. Moving over you with the force of a rain storm swelling around the outside of a drifting ship.

The moment she finally filled you, you let out your neediest moan yet, legs immediately beginning to shake against the strength of Sal’s hands.

“Breathe, luv.”

And you did - her voice an instant balm - immediately relaxing you while your core adjusted to the full width of her.

An easy pace at first, with every heave of her hips stretching you all over again, pushing that sweet heat across your body and gifting you with the most delicious pain. A pain that only felt better with every movement. Eventually filling you with nothing but pleasure and bliss.

“Sucha good luv. Takin’ me so well.”

You weren’t generally one for praise, usually opting for a bit of degradation instead, but when it came from Sal, gods it made you weak.

Your whimper swiftly turning into a moan as the pirate steadily began to pick up her pace. Each movement, every thrust, feeling more and more pleasurable, feeling better than anything else you'd ever experienced. Ever imagined.

Fuck, this woman was going to ruin you for everyone else, but you could've cared less. You wanted it, never wanted it to stop, wanted her to force as many orgasms across your exhausted body as she possibly could.

And she did.

Wave after wave of euphoria spilling over you time and time again. Your inner thighs as well as Sal's waist and hips soaked with your arousal as she took you up and over your peak so many times that you lost cost. Until finally you felt her cocks start to twitch inside you and heard the soft moan deep in her throat.

"Fuck, yer feel so gud."

"S-speak for yourself."

Another hard thrust had your nails digging into the wood below you, the next had you panting while your whole body jerked. Your core filled beyond imagination and wanting nothing more than to have her desire inside you.

"Cum with me, luv."

"F-fuck-"

You didn't have to be told twice. The subtle order being all that you needed as an unholy scream ripped from your already hoarse voice as yet another orgasm violently took claim of you. Sal's growls mixed endlessly into the sounds of your pleasure as her hot desire poured out and filled your already dripping hole.

For a moment neither of you could move, a chorus of pants the only thing to be heard over the soft patter of rain above you.

"Fuck, Sal."

"Heh."

She gave you a tiny kiss on the back of your neck before slowly sliding out of you. Delicious wet sounds filling the small room as a blend of your desires dripped unhindered from your core. Your legs shaking slightly when she finally lowered you back to the ground, with drops of crimson seeping from the areas where her nails had dug in.

Turning around to look at her, you wrapped your arms around her neck and pulled her in for a heated kiss. One that she eagerly returned. You were about to make a joke about going again when you jumped - the tiny door to the kitchen swinging open. A wide eyed head-cook staring back at you before she shook her head.

"Really, Sal?! That.. that table was an antique!"

"Heh, not anymore."

The cook scowled at the pirate before turning to you.

"And just what do you have to say for yourself!?"

"Uh.. you see.." You paused, smirking, "I had this terrible craving for some fish sticks, and Sal, well.. Sal was more than happy to oblige."

The cook brought her fingers to the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"I swear to the gods, if my breakfast even tastes remotely of sweat and late night mistakes, you're both gonna be on the menu for lunch!"

With that the cook left, leaving the two of you to get dressed in a fit of laughter. Of course that wouldn't be the last time the two of you would be caught defiling that table. Nor the bough.. or the helm.. or the Captain's quarters.. or the.. well, you get the picture.

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Hey Theo! Really excited to see your captain Alcina post and all the naughty stuff sent in for kinktober, so I wanna start this off kinda sweet and wholesome.

Ladies favorite candy(yours and your partner’s included if your ok with it. Mine is butterfingers and Twix ice cream bars)

Favorite seasonal treat(mine is apple cider from hubers winery).

Hope you have a safe and fun Spooky Season!

Hello, dear 😊 I'm glad you're looking forward to it! It's just about done lol Just waiting for the motivation for the last scene to kick in 😅

But alright! Let's do this 👻

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Alcina: Favorite Candy: Alcina's not one for most candies, but the Countess will never say no to some finely made dark chocolate. And if she's in the mood for something extra decadent, she'll gladly indulge in some imported cherry cordials. Favorite Seasonal Treat: I don't think it's a surprise to anyone that the Lady's favorite treat is her homemade seasonal wine 🍷

Bela: Favorite Candy: Much like her Mother, the eldest Dimitrescu is not overly big on sweets. She tends to go for more simple candies - peppermints, fruit slices and old fashioned ribbon candy being her favorites. Favorite Seasonal Treat: Pumpkin pie, especially traditional Moldovian ones 🎃🥧

Cass: Favorite Candy: The middle daughter loves anything sour. Lemonheads.. sour gummies.. the more sour the better. Her particular favorite being a candy called War Heads. Favorite Seasonal Treat: Unlike Alcina, Cass's favorite Seasonal treat is a spiced apple mead that only comes around in September and October 🍯🍂

Daniela: Favorite Candy: Needless to say, the youngest loves sweets entirely too much! So much so, that she would have a different answer of what her favorite was on any given day. She's always up for a packet of pop rocks, though! Favorite Seasonal Treat: Much to her family's dismay, Dani loves candy corn! 💥✨

Donna: Favorite Candy: Donna usually prefers to make her own candy. Her famous strawberry compote delicious surrounded by any type of chocolate. She does have a fondness for a certain amaretto trouffle that Alcina gets for her every Christmas, though. Favorite Seasonal Treat: Homemade pumpkin caramel affogato 🎃🍦

Sal: Favorite Candy: Sal is a fucking whore for gummy candies! But she will go absolutely primal over some gummy sharks. She finds them both humerous and delicious. Favorite Seasonal Treat: She loves, loves, loves to make her own pumpkin cupcakes each fall! Especially with a fresh cream icing 🦈🧁

Miranda: Favorite Candy: Fucking hot balls. Straight up, no buffer. Favorite Seasonal Treat: She finds anything pumpkin flavored repulsive. She may occasionally have some hot apple tea made for her, but that's about as festive as she gets 🔥🍵

And as requested!

Me: Favorite Candy: This is hard because I'm a slut for candy 😅 But here we go.. sour patch kids strawberries, Twizzler pull n' peels, old fashioned (soft) red licorice, neon gummy worms, tootsie rolls, and caramel m&ms. Favorite Seasonal Treat: Brach's mallowcreme pumpkins, Little Debbie's pumpkin delights, warm apple cider, and Cheeto's Bag of Bones!

My Partner's: Favorite Candy: (keep in mind, they're from Germany) Happy Hippos, crumbling fudge, and sherbert lemon. Favorite Seasonal Treat: Federweißer (basically a sightly alcoholic, lightly carbonated fruit juice that only comes out at the end of September/beginning of October in parts of Germany)

This was fun, dear! Thanks for requesting it! 😊♥️

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Bdsm with Miranda or Cass for the first time.

Also, that new safety chapter❤️‍🩹💔

🤣🤣🤣 .. Cass: "There's no crying in bdsm!"

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And gods, I know 😭😭😭😭

It was so beautifully written, tho 🥺 My heart 🥺

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So. 👀

Sasha and Lady Dimitrescu. You said you'd take requests?

So... those two having carriage sex? Like, having to be silent and Lady D just does her best so Sasha won't be.

Like bending them over and taking them from behind with two fingers with their face pressed into the cushions.

AAAAAAAAAAA... YES, I ABSOLUTELY DO TAKE REQUESTS FOR THEM.. SKJDFKDFKHGJ.. THANK YOU! I got a bit carried away with this 👀 Sasha just... fuels a lot of inspiration in me 😅 But ahem.. I hope some of you will like this! 👀😩🥰

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You sighed as you watched the barren Romanian landscape slowly pass by the small window of the carriage. Your Lady's large form outlined beautifully in the late afternoon sun. A deep furrow to her brow as her eyes stared blankly at the same scenery that so tediously passed you by. You let out another sigh before leaning back against the soft cushions of your seat.

"Bored, are we, pet?"

She chuckled, allowing two fingers to stroke over the side or your head - instantly making you blush.

"Ah.. sorry, my lady. It seems the meetings today have left me a bit .. restless."

She only raised an eyebrow, humming in response as her gaze lingered over your face and body for just a moment before finding their way back to the window.

"Think nothing of it, pet. These journeys can be rather dull in nature. Especially when you've reached this part of the countryside."

You nodded in reply. It only made sense, of course. This far from your humble little village was what people often referred to as the 'sticks'. Vast miles of nothing but farmland and the occasional brothel.. or so your Lady had told you.

"Sasha?"

You blinked once, quickly coming out of your thoughts as you turned to face the Countess.

"Yes, my lady?"

"Would you be up for a little.. game, by chance? To pass the time until we arrive back at the Castle, that is."

"A game, my lady?"

Without so much of a warning she had you on her lap - a couple fingers in your hair as she pulled you in for a deep kiss. The indulgent warmth of her tongue instantly arousing as it slid over yours, willing you to lean into it. The slightest of smirks decorating your already flushed face as you did.

"Seems to me like you just wanted an excuse to kiss me, my lady."

The quip immediately leaving your mouth as soon she broke the kiss and leaned back.

"Does it now, pet?" She countered, tracing the tip of her fingernail across your already kiss-swollen lips. "Isn't your enticing looks and clever tongue reason enough for that, my sweet enby?"

"I.. well.. perhaps.."

She chuckled as the blush across your cheeks deepened to a bright crimson.

"Such a perfect little pet you are, Sasha."

"Erm.. thank you, my lady."

"Mh.. the pleasure's all mine, pet."

The way she looked at you. The look in her eyes like she was about to devour you at any moment sent a heat so profound throughout your body that you instantly felt your core clench around nothing. Could she smell how incredibly aroused you were already? The lingering feeling of her tongue against yours still fueling the slick that had been steadily building between your legs.

"Ah.. pretty sure the pleasure here lies with me, my lady."

"Well, it's certainly about to be, pet."

You could only swallow back the arousal that was now all too thick in the back of your throat, shuddering as the tip of her nail traced down the front of your neck and across the skin just beneath the collar of your shirt.

"M-my lady?"

"So, now... the game." She continued, licking her lips alluringly as she leaned in. A single finger to your chin as she gently forced you to look at her. "I'm wondering.. just how quiet can you be, Sasha?"

"I'm.. well, as quiet as you'd like me to be, my lady. We don't need to talk if you're not-"

"Hush now, pet.. that is not the kind of quiet I meant."

"Oh.."

OH.

She chuckled again, smirking at your immediate fluster.

"My little delight." She practically purred. "Stay as quiet as you can for me, Sasha, and I'll take care of the need that I can so clearly smell on you, pet. Does that sound reasonable?"

"Y-yes, my lady."

"Mh.. good pet."

In less than a moment she had you sprawled across her lap. Your trousers already pulled down to your ankles and your face pressed into the soft cushions of the seat next to you. Her fingers caressing over the soft skin of your back as she lifted your shirt up just a little - exposing more of the flushed skin on your backside while her nails drug lightly down it.

"So gorgeous. My perfect enby."

The brief feeling of her lips on the small of your back instantly making your hips jerk, causing her to chuckle.

"Needy already, Sasha?"

"Always for you, Mistress."

Even with your words slightly muffled, the faint growl that moved throughout her throat in response was undeniable.

"Insatiable little pet."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

You punctuated your words by lengthening your lower back and spreading your legs for her a little further - the almost ravenous sound that spilled from your Lady's body only compelling the juices between them to drip even more.

"You're absolutely stunning, Sasha. I can't say it enough."

She didn't even let you reply before a single finger was readying your entrance, tracing down the slit of you once before sliding it in. A satisfied hum across her lips as she watched you slowly stretch around her.

"Mph.. thank you, Mistress."

"Mh.. now, remember Sasha.. no sounds."

"Yes, Mistress."

You felt the weight of her hand on the back of your head press down a little harder as she drove her finger into you roughly, immediately forcing you to bite back a yelp. You had grown so accustomed to your Lady always wanting to hear you that the task at hand might prove more difficult than you had thought. Your fingers grasping into the velvet lining of the seat below you as she began a steady pace. Pulling her finger out in a teasingly slow manner only to trust it back in twice as hard - compelling a deep heat across your body with every stretch to your entrance.

"You're doing so well, Sasha."

Her praise only making you whimper, the sweet metallic taste of blood upon your tongue as your teeth sank into your bottom lip - biting it harder and harder with each calculated thrust.

"Th-thank you, my lady."

"Think you can handle more, my pet?"

You could feel your legs tremble at just the thought of it, your core clenching around her as you lengthened your hips back even more - readying yourself.

"Yes.. please, Mistress."

"Mh.. so greedy."

She chuckled, an absolute needy whimper muffled into the soft fabric of the seat as she pressed a second finger against your entrance, directly below the other.

"Ready, Sasha?"

Your Lady's voice was soft.. gentle, even.

"Yes, Mistress."

It was as if your whole body was lit aflame as soon as she slid the second finger in. The exquisite heat of it as you stretch around her spilling unhindered across your body - your fingers clenching into the cushion in front of you as her own filled you so completely.

"That's it, Sasha. That's my good pet."

Fuck.. fuck.. just how badly you wanted to moan, to cry out, scream. Express your utter pleasure in some way shape or form. The indent on your lips only becoming more and more prevalent with each needy sound that threatened to spill out from you. Ones that would surely tell the driver and anyone within an earshot just how badly your Mistress was wrecking you. And at this point, you didn't really care if they did.

"My sweet, perfect enby."

"Fuck."

Your curse was muffled, not only causing your Lady to chuckle, but also forcing her fingers to drive into you even harder. The prickling heat that had been waiting all too patiently to take over, building to an almost unbearable level - practically begging to be released as she fucked you with the utmost precision. Your thick juices dripping down your thighs and soaking the fine fabric of your Lady's dress - a fact that she didn't seem all too concerned about as she kept her pace relentless.

And when you felt a third finger circle over your clit, your teeth found the soft velvet of the seat, moaning into it as you bucked your hips back into her. A complete white out over your eyes as they forced themselves shut. Your whole body tense - every cell a lightning rod within itself.

"Come for me, my sweet pet. I think you've earned it, hm?"

You had never felt an orgasm so strong since the first time she had touched you. Your eyes rolling back into your head and every inch of you shuddering as your desire for her gushed from your core and down to her wrists, soaking everything in its path. Another one rolling through directly after, leaving not a single part of your body sufficiently spent as it moved throughout you like a tidal wave, pulling one last needy whimper from your lips before you felt yourself fall breathless on top of her, immediately melting into the soft warmth of your Lady's thighs.

"You did so, so well my sweet pet."

You could only reply with an incoherent grunt as she released her hand from the back of your head, allowing it to fall to the side as you tried to steady your breath.

"Th-thank you, my lady."

"Of course, pet. Lie there for however long as you need. We still have quite a bit of a ride before we reach the outskirts of the village."

You only nodded, gasping slightly as she slid her fingers from your aching core and pulled your pants back up to your waist. The unmistakable sounds of you Lady licking her fingers clean all you could hear as you swiftly drifted off into a very satisfied nap.

Aaaaaaa.. fuck I love Sasha so much fsdskjfkdjfh.. thank you so much for this request, my dear! 😩😩😩🥰🥰🥰 skshsksla

And thank you to my wonderful partner for giving me permission to write for this amazing enbean 🥰 Also.. if you enjoyed this, and haven't read Safety yet.. please do!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30534828/chapters/75309282

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To make up for the lack of content on here, have some cute pics of @demonofpuns and I 😊♥️

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AAAAAAAAAAAA.. MY LOVE... SASHA ABCS BY THE AUTHOR THEMSELVES?!?! 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I feel so fucking special 🥰🥰 Thank you so much, my love! 🥰

ALSO, THESE ARE HOT AS FUCK. HOLY- 😩😩😩😩😩 SERIOUSLY, THANK YOU SO MUCH! SKKSJSDHJDKSK

You're the best partner ever and I love you so much 🥰😩

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Written by: @demonofpuns

I read Sasha NSFW ABCs. I thought I could help out a bit there.

Here you go, my love. 🥰

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Aftercare

Given they can speak (which, admittedly, isn't guaranteed once Alcina is done with them) Sasha will try to tell her that they feel good. They'll regardless snuggle into her, listening to her sweet words and happily resting in their shared bliss.

Body Part

You take this gay mess of an enby and a hot vampire milf and expect them to CHOOSE which part of her they like best?!

Really?

It's her eyes. And her lips, especially when she's happy. And her soft hair. The little wrinkles in her smile. Her neck they can tuck their face into. Her shoulders and arms, her hands, her fingers. Her soft stomach and perfect thighs. That waistline.

Oh, and of course, the tiddies.

Cum

It's no secret that while Alcina doesn't finish every time they have sex (which is due to her being satisfied without it), Sasha always does (which is due to the fact Alcina loves seeing them lose themselves in her touch). That doesn't mean Sasha won't love to give all they've got for her pleasure and bliss - in fact, one of their favourite things is the moment she fists their hair or the sheets a bit harder right before she climaxes. And, of course, the moment she does.

Dirty Talk

No. The poor enbean wouldn't be able to get a word out without losing themselves in the blush. Besides, Alcina doesn't really like her partner getting vulgar.

If she talks to them like that, though... Well. They're going to be dripping wet and ready for anything she wants.

Experience

Besides that one time they don't like talking about, all the experience they had is with the Countess herself - and it's safe to say she's ruined them for anyone else. However, they're always eager to learn.

Favourite Position

While they wouldn't ever verbally admit it, that first night when Alcina pinned them to the wall did something to them. However, they just as much enjoy everything that has come since - especially when Alcina has them at her mercy somehow. Though it's a clear preference to them if they're able to see her face.

Goofy

While mishaps can happen and sex can be hilarious, Sasha prefers the more serious and intimate aspect of it, especially when it's more of a BDSM session between them and Alcina. In general, there's not really much time to laugh when you're screaming into the pillow.

Hair

With legitimately no preference on how their partner looks down there, they prefer themselves trimmed quite a bit shorter, though not shaved completely.

Intimacy

Yes. Yes please. If there's anything Sasha always needs and appreciates, it's intimacy, both sexual and casual, whether that's the gentle touch of Alcina's fingers on their cheek just before a kiss or her tender little pecks over their shoulders in afterglow. They've never felt safer than when they were all cuddled up in her arms, and never warmer.

Delivering it themselves makes them a bit hesitant, though. It is Alcina, after all, and they're still a bit afraid of her knowing what they truly feel for her.

Jack Off (Masturbation)

I mean. There's not much of a reason to touch oneself when one has a Mistress who'd wreck them on the daily if they'd ask?

They'd never expect for their own touch to make them feel as incredible as her - given they never came before they met her, either, so they're not really doing it much.

Kinks

For one that didn't know kinks existed before meeting one tall Countess, Sasha has quite a few. They're, essentially, a slightly bratty sub with a definite affinity for getting restrained, marked all over, and praised. Oh, and getting their blood drunken is also a massive turn-on.

Location

Oh, anywhere Alcina would like to have them, really. Yes, her bed is incredible to fuck in, and perfect in so many other ways, but... A desk, or a wall, or an armchair or sofa would definitely do the trick as well. They don't really have a preference, as long as they can make their mistress happy.

Motivation

It really doesn't take all that much to get Sasha to be a gay mess, and then even less to get them a bit (or a lot) needy. A simple touch to their neck. A single, slow kiss. A heated glance.

Getting pinned to the wall.

It's the Lady, and they can't resist her charms. (Not that they want to.)

Noise

Before they met Alcina, Sasha was more on the quiet side.

Now, though... well, the Countess doesn't take kindly to her paramour stifling themselves. Not that they could, with all the things they feel. Whines, moans, gasps, whimpers, cries. Screams. All noises all too familiar to Alcina, and all too known that Sasha is the one making them.

And they love hearing the Lady herself make some noise... Since that's almost always some form of praise.

Oral

It's no secret that Lady Dimitrescu's taste is one of the best things Sasha ever had on their tongue. While they're not the most experienced at oral in general, the intoxicating flavor of her desire always spurs them to make her feel as incredible as possible. They've learned through her guidance to know what she likes, and always do their best to do just that.

On themselves, Sasha loves oral. How could they not, given the dexterity and passion Alcina eats them out with? She knows what she's doing, she knows exactly what they need, and of course she gives it... Not only indulging them with it.

Pace

They're no stranger to what Alcina can do, speed-wise, given she's wrecked them at careful, rough, passionate and indulgent paces alike, sometimes at them same time. They couldn't say which one they like more - the rougher Mistress, or the caring Domme, or anything in between. Every session, every time she takes them to bed, is a treasure on its own.

What they know, however, is that serving her is never better than when they take their time with it, able to relish every soft sound and movement their Lady makes completely. Lavishing and worshipping her, until she's feels nothing but blissful and satisfied, which is exactly what she wants.

Quickie

It happens, even though it's only Sasha who gets off on these, and never the Countess herself. It's always a play of dominan... The Mistress emerging to make claim of what's hers, just needing to have them right in that moment... And they would only rarely refuse. No matter how fast, a quickie is always incredible in its own way... And almost always ends with several minutes of readjusting clothes.

Risk

Well, with a lover that size, Sasha is aware that doing things in public isn't exactly on the table... Not that they would initiate or feel all too comfortable with it that much. They're not the biggest friend to too much risk... Though, a semi-public setting like her office or the carriage is most certainly an option. And perhaps, just a tiny bit, the possibility of someone walking in and seeing just how claimed they are by Alcina doesn't feel all that bad.

Stamina

Since they are not the most experienced, Sasha's stamina isn't the best. Yes, they can definitely go down on Alcina for quite some time, but it is fortunate for them that she usually is satisfied after one orgasm.

When being wrecked, though... Well, with the stamina that the Countess possesses, Sasha has learned to be capable to take quite a lot. It's more fun when it lasts a bit longer before they black out from exhaustion and pleasure, after all.

Toys

Having seen Alcina's toy collection and being familiar with quite a few of the items, Sasha is no stranger to that aspect of sex anymore. Even though it still gets them quite a bit flustered when she tells them to fetch something from the armoire.

Unfair

While Sasha themselves is a bit of a tease when they can afford it, and generally a bit bratty, it's NEVER to the extent Alcina teases them in return, and never quite as sexual. Granted, it's a bit hard to resist the urge given how adorable their tomato face is. A few words, a touch, a glance even enough to fluster Sasha completely. They've gotten better at it, yes... But no amount of steeling oneself can help when your Mistress is a gorgeous, experienced vampire milf.

Vocal

Communication isn't the easiest thing for them, but they're getting there. Eagerly (or blushily) answering questions is in the cards yet, while them saying something themselves might take a bit longer. It's a bit easier for them since Alcina can smell their arousal... And the talks she has with them have also helped a lot. Sasha is capable to communicate their desires, they just have a hard time getting the words out without a fluster tying their tongue down.

Wildcard

Sasha likes anal. There's something about being filled and taken by their Mistress like that that's utterly arousing to them... Especially knowing no one else ever has or will touch them there. It, for them, feels both good on its own as well as with stimulation of their core.

They've also thought about choking quite a bit since that first night after the library.

Yearning

How. How could one be the paramour and companion of a woman like that and NOT crave her touch every waking moment?

It's not only sexual, it's an intimate need. To feel her hands on them means to feel safe, regardless of context.

Though, they're definitely also no stranger to the want of being in her bed under her, especially during some tedious work.

Zzz

As soon as everything is settled with cleaning up and aftercare, Sasha is usually out like a light within minutes. Sometimes even earlier. It's Alcina who's their Mistress, after all, and she prides herself on utterly wrecking her partner. The enby has definitely blacked out more than once during sex, and it was worth it every time.

Plus, they've been getting the best fucking sleep ever since they've been allowed to stay in the Lady's bed.

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I started following you recently, so I don't know much about Safety... can you tell me a little about it please?

Hello, there! First of all - thanks for following me 😁 'Safety' is the incredible Lady D x Reader (Sasha) fanfic written by my talented partner @demonofpuns! It follows the days of an enby named Sasha Dragoi after they've been chosen to be the Lady's handservent. It's not only beautifully written but (in my opinion) the best RE8 fanfic out there. I highly recommend!

Here's the link for it if you wanna read it! ♥️ Just be warned, it's 71 chapters long so far 🤣

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