for anon.
smut. oral (f receiving), spitting, daddy kink, public sex.
"They're– Harry," she pushes his head away, and Harry lets out a groan, lips still puckered and wet from his kisses. "They're there..."
He looks up at the crowd in question.
Everyone's either drunk or too hot to care about anything around them. They're either singing, reading, or just taking a nap. He bites his bottom lip, looks around the small deck area they're on, and spots her beach towel she's been using as a pillow as she sunbathed before Harry interrupting her.
She watches him yank the towel away from where it's been sitting, and he opens it.
"What are you doing?" She laughs, eyes darting between the towel and Harry's boney fingers as he places it over their laps. "We look suspicious as fuck."
"They don't care," he murmurs into her neck, grabbing her by the side of it to move her closer to his face.
His kisses are slow, practiced, and wet. He smells of the beach, and the sunscreen she'd put on him a few hours ago.
And a bit of sweat.
She grabs him by the back of his neck, suddenly feeling too brave, and he opens his mouth, tongue finding hers as he sucks it into his own mouth. He smiles into the wet kiss, smiles at the noises she's making, knowing full-well he's got her under his spell.
Harry moves to her chin, then the side of her chin, her neck, then back up. He kisses her cheek with open-mouth kisses, and she giggles, hands grabbing him roughly, pressing him into her.
He lets out a growl when her hand touches his belly, then his cock over the shorts he's wearing. "You're so fuckin' hot," he whispers, forehead pressed against the crook of her neck. "So fuckin' hot."
"You are," she whispers, eyes trying to find his gaze.
He looks feral, eyes darting between each and every feature on her face.
He looks like a man on mission.
His hands say so.
"Yeah?" He bites the side of her neck. Hard. "I'm hot?"
She nods, watching his hand disappear under the towel.
She knows what's coming.
His warm hand cups her pussy over the tiny bikini bottoms she has on, and he lets out a moan, clearly not liking the fact that he has to work with yet another layer.
"Yes," she nods, voice quiet. "You're so hot, H."
"God– fuck," he bites into her shoulder, teeth almost breaking the skin. His fingers work the bikini bottoms and finally, they're pushed to the side, creating access for his long fingers. "You're so fuckin' wet."
She hides her face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, the smell of beach and sweat, and Harry retracts his fingers, quickly bringing them up to his mouth. He looks up at their friends, then back at her, and puts his fingers in his mouth, then moves his hand back under the towel.
She opens her legs wider, as discreetly as she can, and he breathes into her neck while his fingers rubs her pussy. He finds his rhythm quickly, the way she likes it, and she can't help but grab his other hand and place his fingers into her mouth. He rubs her pussy with his middle finger, bringing her slick up and down, and she bites his fingers in hopes of staying quiet.
She feels the coil in her stomach, so deep inside, and when he finds her hole, his palm pressing against her clit every time he pumps his fingers in and out, she feels like something gives up inside her. She feels hot, too hot, and she feels as though she's going to pee if Harry doesn't slow down.
She says as much while he licks the underside of her ear, lips then finding her earlobe and sucking on it as his fingers fucks into her harshly.
"Slower," she manages to whisper into his fingers. She licks them, kisses them, and Harry can't help but nod, hand going to wrap around her neck in a practiced manner.
His thumb strokes the side of her neck while he fucks into her with his long fingers, wet lips kissing and sucking on her warm, probably-sweaty skin.
"I love you," he chokes out, palm still creating friction against her clit. "I love you so much," he whispers, lips finding hers again.
She answers back, with her own kisses, wet mouths creating obscene sounds, and they're lucky Xander has decided to play music very loudly in the distance.
"Harry," a breath leaves her mouth, teeth clinking together, and he nods.
"Oh God," she fights his kisses, feeling too much all at once, and she leans her head back as Harry follows.
It's like he can't get enough of her mouth.
He abuses her lips with his, wet kisses all over her face, her mouth, and she feels his spit running down her chin, so she lets out another moan, hips already bucking up to meet the thrust of his fingers.
She feels it on the tips of her toes, her hands, her stomach.
Her cunt.
Everything feels on fire.
She's on fire.
"Gonna come for me?" Harry asks, voice raspy and low, and he licks the saliva that's running down her chin back into her mouth. He's clearly not looking for a response as he kisses her.
She can't help but nod weakly still, hand pressed against his. Then, she moves it to his upper body, fingers finding his pecks as she strokes the hair on his chest, then holds onto his necklace as he keeps fucking and rubbing her cunt.
"Come on," he nods, hair falling against his sweat-covered forehead. "Gonna come for me? For Daddy?"
"Oh fuck– fuckfuckfuck I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Yeah, that's it," his abuse on her cunt becomes rough, almost more focused. Feral. He fucks another finger into her pussy as she squeezes around his fingers, and she moves her hips against his palm as she begins coming undone. "That's my girl. That's my good fuckin' girl," he bites her chin, making her lean into the touch. "Doesn't even care that we're in public..."
She feels like she's in a dream, Harry's fingers still deep inside her.
"No..." she moans– whispers more like.
"No," Harry agrees, forehead pressing in the crook of her neck. He licks there once, then leaves a kiss. "She doesn't care. You'll give it to me whenever and wherever we are, won't you, baby?"
"I love you," she nods, feeling cold all of a sudden, despite his fingers being inside her.
She feels him smile against her neck, and he looks up. "I love you. So much."
"Yeah?" She feels the need to ask. Again.
"I love you so, so fuckin' much," he kisses her cheek, his free hand wiping the saliva off her chin, and cheeks. "You're my heart."
Lucifer do try to make sure Alastor takes a break every once in a while, pregnancy isn't easy
Both parents have been on the phone's the whole morning. The deer obviously chose old rotary phones.
Alastor just hung up on a most difficult lady doing the flower arrangement. But before he can have some respite, Theodora is standing before him, arms crossed. Oh no, Alastor knows that look.
Alastor: “... I am not exactly sure what I have done to warrant such a look”
Theodora: “Y'a seen de clock, dear?”
He actually hadn't keeping track of time, he glances at the clock, 1:20pm. Hm, high time to prepare lunch.
Alastor, sighing: “Yes you're right, I'll be right on that. The children need their food-”
The woman softens.
Theodora: “It's ‘bout you too, dear. You got little ones cookin’ in dere, don’t you forget it! You gotta eat, or you gonna be fallin' down like a chicken in a pot!”
Alastor: “My weight gain has been perfectly adequate, I'll have you know.”
She frowns even deeper, he regrets talking back instantly.
Theodora: “If you keep on like this, t'won't stay like dat! Get on up! We fixin' to make lunch.”
Alastor: “Yes Mama”
Once they agree upon a recipe, they work in synch like always. Watching them cooking is mesmerizing. At least Lucifer, who's secretly watching from behind the doorway does. He doesn't want to interrupt him.
Theodora: “Your man thinks he’s slick”
Alastor: “Let him, he needs enrichment”
They joke low enough that the king doesn't hear, only their soft snickering reaches his ears. a few more cuts, and the woman glances at the ever turning clock again.
Theadora: “Y'know what I told ya 'bout keepin' a good schedule?”
Alastor: “Yes, yes- I didn't mean to forget. I am not usually letting time fly away.”
She frowns, speaking up louder now.
Theodora: “Lucifer, dear, come on in here, y'hear?”
The king is startled. Instantly nervous. But he obliges, stepping into the kitchen which is slowly filling with a lovely scent.
Theodora: “I know y’all busy, but you gotta jot down a plan. Both of ya togetha. And y’all better stick to it.”
Alastor: “We can, but we should wait until -”
Theodora: “You faint 'cause you don't eat? Non, chérie, you gonna jot somethin' down dis evenin'!”
Lucifer: “Yeah, we can do that. Writing a schedule shouldn't take too long, should it?”
Alastor: “... Fine. Yes.”
Theadora: “Dat’s what I like t’hear!”
A smile spreads on her face that makes Alastor's own soften so that
they match. He doesn't want to ever miss it again, he's unsure if he could take that. Probably not.
Theadora - uncool for most of her life, struggles with relationships, somehow stuck in high school, smart, but still has a childlike approach to a lot of things, doesn’t like the taste of coffee but drinks it because everyone else does, loves to wear dresses, has no self awareness, always first to apologize even when she knows she was right,
Eve - assertive, social butterfly, holds grudges, in for a good time, had a textbook college experience, hard working, would be your second in a battle, is a lot smarter and put together than she lets on, can be pushy at times, never takes the blame for anything,
Chloe - pushover, has a lot of friends but no real social skills, kind of shy, took a gap year and never went back to school, somehow makes everything look cool, loves music, possessive over her friends, passive aggressive in every sense of the word, but once you win her over she’s there for you no matter what, bad at opening up,
David - narcissist, was most definitely a frat boy, looks good and knows it, obsessive but somehow lets go of people very easily, loves to be “vulnerable” when convenient, great at meeting parents, is capable of charming anyone, drives a Prius to save the environment but smokes and stomps his cigarettes out on the floor,
Going into the BG3 character creation my initial plan was to not make exactly the same character as my regular dnd campaign one, a half-fae warlock with intensely red hair.
So here’s Theadora, a half-elf warlock with intensely red hair :)
Hobbies/Skills: Umbrakinetic Combat, Night Vision, Writing
Theadora Kim is a 6th year student at Mauxmarth. During her first year at the Academy, her parents were apprehended by the Magistrates for sundry, the practice of more than one elemental study, which is forbidden by law under authority of the king; despite this ignominy, Theadora has up-kept her good reputation within the school. But she’s not one to forgive those at fault for her parents’ unfair detention so kindly.
