Check #antichristdaddy tag for more Michael related asks and #Michael x Roman x reader for the threesome with Roman Godfrey from Hemlock Grove content (drabbles and blurbs that I don’t add to my masterlist)
Michael x Roman x reader extended headcanons
Michael x Roman x reader mood board and “I want him to play with us” drabble
Michael x Roman x reader mood board by @saturnfem
Bill Skarsgård mood board
Michael Langdon one-shots:
heaven is a place on earth with you (outpost!Michael x reader)
draw me like one of your french boys (sub!Hawthorne!Michael x reader)
lovesick (outpost!Michael x reader)
Garden of Eden (outpost!Michael x reader)
instruction manual (outpost!Michael x reader)
sleep, sugar (outpost!Michael x reader)
Michael Langdon series:
Dance With the Devil (mean!outpost!Michael x reader)
part one - invitation
part two - the great ball
part three - glory and gore
Hotline Bling (sub!Hawthorne!Michael x reader)
Part one
Part two
Michael Langdon headcanons:
sugar daddy Michael (outpost!Michael x reader)
slytherin!Michael
Michael Langdon x reader x Tom Riddle
(This pairing has an abusive dynamic, so, please, read the warnings. Check out the tag #Michael x Tom x reader for more)
Series:
Of Mice and Snakes (Michael x reader x Tom)
Part One
Part Two
Part three (coming soon)
Extended blurbs:
Punishment
Aftercare
Library
First time
Mood boards by @micheallangdons
Michael, Tom, reader
Michael & Tom
House of Cards:
Beautiful Player (Duncan Shepherd x reader)
Distracting Duncan blurb (Duncan Shepherd x reader)
Playing Pool blurb (Duncan Shepherd x reader)
Fun asks/blurbs:
ode to Michael’s hair, dancing for Michael in a sundress, sub!Michael fluff, degradation, taming, alpha!Michael, shower, Michael x Duncan x reader, bratty reader, kitty, jealousy, Michael x Duncan x reader, slytherin!Michael, interview, Michael x Roman Godfrey x reader fingering, is that all you’ve got?
pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader x Tom Riddle
warnings: crossover, third-person narration, smut (threesome, dp, spitting, dirty talk), angst, character death
words: 3k
summary: AU where Michael Langdon, Tom Riddle, and fem!reader are caught in an intricate relationship where power and lust go hand in hand.
Sometimes the only way to forget is to take the memories out of your head and store them in the Pensieve.
This is the final part.
Part 1
Part 2
Chapter's soundtrack: Ludovico Einaudi - View From the Other Side
“He had my back long enough to stab me right into it”
The snow was falling slowly, covering the roofs and the broad shoulders of the sleeping ogres that were supposed to keep the guard with the thick layer of silver blanket. Ever since the Dark Lord took the reigns, each village had ogres and werewolves as the night watchers in case any of the rebels decided to attack.
It was a deep night, and only a few lights in the giant mansion that sprawled out for several hectares were on. They were dim but more than enough to give a soft glow to this one particular spot in the living room.
The spot by a fireplace.
A big emerald-green velvet armchair was right in front of it. A huge pile of parchment paper was on the left-hand side. It was impossible to understand what was written on the notes because the handwriting was small, and most parts of the sentences were crossed out - it seemed as if whoever wrote them was in an incredibly frustrated state. Or furious. In life, very often these two feelings go hand in hand.
The flames from the fireplace cast warm light onto the walls with intricate gobelens. One of them pictured a family tree titled “The Riddle Family”. Some of the spots were burnt out indicating that certain members were excluded for reasons only a pure-blood wizard would understand and consider fair.
But nobody knew that the entire thing was fake. Tom Riddle came from a muggle family, and all these “excluded” members were nobody but imaginary people that he put on the wall to give the impression that he cared about the purity of his blood.
He was sitting in the armchair with his long legs crossed. Pale, aristocratic hands rested neatly on the handles. His eyes were closed, his breath even. He was used to evenings like this. After all, he did not have anyone left. Death Eaters could not be counted on. They were just mere subjects, loyal to their Lord, but their loyalty was based on fear and, in some cases, pure insanity. They could not be trusted. But who could he ever trust? The one he considered his brother (not by blood, but by how close they were) betrayed him.
Tom squeezed his fingers around the handles, making his knuckles bleed white. No matter how many years passed, he could not forgive Langdon. He did not betray just Riddle. He betrayed their master plan, almost ruined everything, and over what? A fucking bitch. Just from the thought of it alone, he felt the burning rage boiling up in his stomach and rising to his throat, making him gulp heavily. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed. As he stretched one of his arms, his fingers lightly brushed the pile of notes next to him. He pulled one.
“Maybe you will wrap your mind around it one day, Tom. She loves both of us,” the scribed letters said. The rest of the paragraph faded with time, but Riddle knew it by heart.
Y/N never loved any of them, and if Langdon had ever believed otherwise, he was a complete fool and had no right to be his ally in the first place, Riddle thought. She was scared like a little mouse that she was. It was her plan all along: to make them fall for her and then flee when the time came. She pretended to be by their side. Luckily Riddle made her give the unbreakable vow, and that was the only thing that saved his plan in the end. The little bitch could not escape the ancient magic and paid for her dishonesty.
But she was useful. Thanks to Y/N, Michael and Tom did manage to access her father’s archive and find clues about the location of the Elder Wand. Riddle could feel the weight of it in his pocket. It was real and it brought him the power he had always lusted after. He did not even flinch when he had to point it at his friend, brother, and ally - Michael Langdon. By that point, he had already found out that Langdon was on Y/N’s side.
He remembered vividly the animalistic roar “Avada Kedavra!” and how the green light coming from his wand pierced through the green flame of Langdon’s wand and then went straight to Michael’s heart. The blond wizard fell dead on the cold concrete of the Glenfinnan Viaduct that Hogwarts Express used to go over every year with the students on board.
Only one Lord could exist.
Riddle crunched the piece of paper in his hand and threw it into the fire; the flames swallowed it immediately. He could hear the ticking of the ancient clock. He glanced at it quickly. Midnight.
“Actio”, he commanded and immediately, a small coffee table with little glass bottles appeared in front of him. Tom sat straight in his armchair and took one of the tiny bottles in one hand. With the other hand, he dived into the folds of his gown and pulled out his wand. He closed his eyes. Let’s see what memory he could get rid of that night. Riddle pointed the tip of the want at his temple and whispered:
“Pensieve”*
A thin silver string started to appear at the end of the wand, stretching out from his head. He pulled a bit more letting it come out completely, and then he stored it right into the prepared bottle. The silver ribbon peacefully rested inside the glass. He knew what it was about.
“Who are your Lords, darling?” he whispered in her ear while holding her by the neck as she lay atop him with her arms around his torso. Her hair was a mess, mouth hung open as she succumbed to the pleasure of two thick cocks stretching out her abused holes. Riddle was on his back, penetrating her throbbing pussy, and Langdon was behind her stretching her tight ass. He could tell Y/N was on the verge of crying from how overstimulated she felt.
“We can’t hear you”, Michael panted and reached out to her head to yank it and make her face Riddle’s smirk. She winced and looked at the man in front of her through hooded eyes. She was so full.
“You,” she answered barely moving her spit-slick lips, and her eyes rolled back at the particular hard thrust of Michael’s hips. Tom slid his hands down her body to grab her thighs and brought her dipper onto his cock. He could feel Michael moving inside of her too. Both of their cocks were slipping in and out with a filthy, sloppy sound.
“Good girl”, Michael’s colossal palm landed on the delicate skin of her asscheek, leaving a red print. She moaned and involuntarily, out of pure reflexes, pushed herself back onto him. “There you go,” he praised and spread her wider, admiring how her asshole was taking him. The beads of sweat were collecting on his forehead, blond locks sticking to it.
Riddle’s hands were on her breasts that were bouncing in front of his face. He squeezed her nipples tightly eliciting another loud moan from her. He passionately attached his mouth to hers, savoring every sound she made. He kissed her hungrily, drinking in the power he had over her. They had. Y/N was their little puppet. He could feel how Michael pulled out of her just to fill her back up. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass and their low moans was bouncing off the walls of the room.
Tom’s lips moved down her neck, stopping at the junction that connected her neck and the shoulder and giving it a harsh bite. Hard enough to leave a dark-purple mark. He wanted to claim her in every way. She already had a black snake imprinted on her arm, she had invisible strings of the vow around her wrists, and she had bite marks and hand prints all over her body.
“C’mon let’s move her”, he commanded to Michael and the blond man moaned disapprovingly. “Sharing is caring, Langdon”.
Michael gave her a few more thrusts to enjoy the tightness of her ass and complied. Before he moved her on her back, he proudly spread her gaping hole to see the result of his work which felt incredibly humiliating to Y/N. She whimpered when both of the men quickly flipped her over and she ended up on her back with her legs spread and Riddle between them. His eyes were black now, two abysses staring into her soul. Her head was spinning.
“What do you think, love?” he cooed, bringing his thumb to her lips and tapping on them ordering her to open her mouth. He leaned closer. She could feel his hot breath fanning over her face and the pressure of the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. Her eyelids flattered and her cheeks turned scarlet when Riddle let the string of his saliva land on her tongue. “Take it.”
With that command he snapped his hips, thrusting deep inside of her, making her back arch. He was pinning her to the bed with the weight of his body and she did not have any other choice but to keep taking his big, hard cock moving ruthlessly inside her velvet walls.
“T-T-Tom”, she whimpered spreading her legs wider. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she extended her arms, sliding her palms down the silk sheets looking for Michael’s hand. She needed to squeeze it for support, to have something to hold onto. Langdon laced their fingers together and brought his face close to hers.
“You look beautiful, darling”, he praised and reached his hand to her clit. His long fingers massaged firmly, sending bolts of pleasure down her spine. “Let him fuck you, be a good girl. You know you need to serve your Lords well, baby.”
“Oh yes, such a good puppy,” Riddle muttered and closed his eyes, giving in to the pleasure of her pussy around him. So good. So tight.
Michael’s plump lips met her parted mouth. He was kissing her lazily. He slid his tongue along her bottom lip and cupped her flushed cheeks. He brushed them with his thumbs almost lovingly.
“Let him cum inside your pussy, baby”, he whispered, “and then I will fill your mouth, yeah?”
As if she had a choice. She would do anything. She nodded and drew her knees to her chest allowing Riddle to go at a much deeper angle. He cussed and pushed onto her knees driving his cock in and out of her heat. His face was mere inches away from hers. He smelled like sweat and cologne. The suffocating smell of sex filled her nostrils. His hips moved at an animalistic pace, the muscles of his abdomen flexed with each thrust, and his groans indicated that he was close.
“I’m gonna cum in her”, he panted and Y/N moaned at his words. Michael was still holding her hand, and when Riddle leaned closer and whispered, “Look at me”, all she could do was oblige. She looked at him with wide eyes feeling his cock twitching inside of her. She let out a long, low moan when after one last thrust a hot, sticky fluid spilled inside her pussy. She watched Riddle throw his head back in pure bliss, feeling his cock pulsing deep in her. She felt incredibly full. Everything was wet. When he pulled out, she winced at the stretch and from how messy it all felt. Thick drops of pearl-white cum leaked out of her folds right onto the silk sheets.
“Keep your legs up”, Michael ordered. Y/N was in a trance. She could barely feel her legs, her heart was beating violently like a trapped bird in a cage, and her breath was still uneven. She saw Tom tiredly rolling over the other side of the bed leaving her at Langdon’s mercy.
“Put your hands on your ass and spread your holes for me”, Langdon continued. She slowly cupped her asscheeks in her palms and very slowly parted them. It felt filthy. Her pussy quivered and pushed out another thick drop of cum. Good Lord.
Michael reached his hand to gently tap her clit and collect some of the cum that Riddle left. He rubbed it between his long fingers and then smeared it around her tightened nipples. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and guided it into her mouth.
“Make me cum”, his low voice sent shivers down her spine. Y/N did not have any energy in her left. She slightly turned her head, adjusting her position on the pillow to take his cock at a better angle. She parted her lips and took a deep breath. Michael did not have any patience for her to take her time and run the tip of her tongue along his head and then take it inch by inch. As soon as he felt the warmth of her mouth, he pushed his hips forward making her take it all. Y/N gasped and almost let her teeth scratch the sensitive skin. Langdon hissed and grabbed her by the hair, guiding her head. He held her in place while driving his cock in and out of her mouth. She could barely keep up with the pace, choking on the impressive length.
“Just like that”, he approved. “Keep going.” He found particular pleasure in the noises her throat made each time he trusted into it. Her dripping saliva allowed his cock to glide easily. In and out. In and out. His eyes traveled down her body right to the spread pussy and ass that she still had on full display for him. With a low groan, Langdon pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her red cheeks with it. The girl was panting heavily. He was holding her by her neck as he kept rubbing the tip of his cock against her lips.
“Good girl”, he murmured and slapped her one more time. “Stick your tongue out.”
He let go of her face but she still kept it close because she knew what was coming. Obeying to his request, Y/N took her tongue out and looked up at Michael. His nostrils flared, usually perfect locks were messy, and his broad chest was covered in sweat. She knew him so well by that time already. She could tell he was close just by the way his breath hitched. She watched him jerking himself off and the wild thought of how badly she actually wanted him to cum on her enveloped her mind.
It was something in her eyes that could not be hidden. Something always about Michael that made her look at him in “that” particular way no matter what he and Riddle kept doing to her. Something Riddle never experienced. Something he hated the most and wanted to annihilate at its origin.
For a second, Tom Riddle wanted to break the glass with the string of memory inside of it. But instead, he squeezed it tightly in his palm and put it in the chest pocket of his gown. He will find a proper storage for this particular one.
Suddenly a creaking sound of the door opening interrupted his thoughts. He smiled. He did not even need to turn his head to know what it was.
“You are back my love,” Riddle smiled as the snake made its way to the armchair. Its long muscular body was strong and flexible. The snake wrapped its thick body around one of the legs and rested its giant scully head on Tom’s thigh. Its pitch-black eyes stared at him blankly. “Did you have a good hunt?”
The snake blinked. Tom’s fingers were drawing a lazy pattern on its head, it felt sleek and cool under his fingertips. How fascinating was the fact that once smart enough to come up with the plan to make fools out of the two most powerful wizards, this very head was now only capable of a primitive string of thoughts! It no longer had its identity, no recollection of the family she wanted to save so badly, no memory of Michael and him and what they used to do together, and most importantly, no memory of what she made Langdon feel. She was his loyal servant.
“That is the price you paid, Nagini”, Riddle whispered, taking the snake’s head in his palms, his palms caressing the sides of it. He loved her new name. The name he picked for her many years ago. “Just like he paid his.”
*In Harry Potter universe the memory extraction spell is unknown
Author's note: I’d like to thank everyone who supported Part 1 and Part 2 of this series that I wrote 4 years ago (*whistling*). I read every single comment and ask you sent me. Michael x reader x Tom pairing found its continuation in a plethora of drabbles and one-shots I wrote back in my active days on tumblr. The longer ones are included in my masterlist and the rest you can find in the tag #Michael x Tom x reader on my blog. Enjoy!
GIRL YOUR TAMLIN & LUCIEN FIC IS A MASTERPIECE! It needs to have millions of notes on it because it’s the hottest fic out there!! I’ve read it at least 10 times holly shit
I literally blacked out when I got the idea and when I came back to my senses, it was already a few pages long hahah
No because for real, all I could think about while reading the 1st book was, "ok when are they all gonna do it" but then I remembered what I was reading and my heart shuttered :(
Glad that you enjoyed it!
The Feast (Tamlin x fem!reader x Lucien)
I’m so happy to see that you’re back to writing! You’re one of the legends of AHS fandom and the universes that you created with Michael and Tom Riddle and Michael and Roman Godfrey are something no one has ever done. Of Mice and Snakes was a fucking cultural reset for me and you’re a legend for writing it 🔥I think I’ve memorized your fics by heart. I haven’t read ACOTAR but I’m down to read anything you write because you’re incredibly talented 💙
Writing for ahs was the best bootcamp haha Everyone was so incredibly talented that if you wanted to write and be seen, you had to really put all the effort
I’m happy you’ve enjoyed my works!
P.S. I have 103 unanswered asks from those days and there are a ton of warm messages - I just want to say that I’m very touched to have received all that support 💘
Your writing for Tamlin is actually amazing and hands down some of the best smut I’ve ever read! I’m so excited to see what else you write for him or other ACOTAR characters❤️❤️
This is so kind, thank you! 💘
Tbh, I abandoned reading the series after a few first chapters of book 2 and therefore haven’t developed any preference for any other characters than Lucien and Tamlin. Even though I allow the idea that there are plenty of great ones, I just can’t get past my annoyance with Feyre and Rhysand to keep reading and discover them lmao
So I’ll be doing Tamlin justice with more smut fics that I really want to write about him. He’s sooo “let me take care of you, babygirl” 🥰
Morning sunlight slipped through the sheer organza curtains into a bedroom with a huge bed in the center of it. It danced on the silk blankets scattered over the mattress and curiously went further to illuminate two intertwined bodies resting peacefully. The High Lord’s breath was even, the aristocratic features of his face fully relaxed. The usual frown that appeared every time he dealt with the Spring Court’s business was gone. His long blond hair was spilled on the pillow like liquid gold, and a few untamed strands were framing his pointed face delicately. A light summer blanket was wrapped around his hips leaving his toned, broad chest on full display.
You pensively ran your fingers over his warm skin. He didn’t move. He looked so beautiful that it was practically impossible to keep your hands to yourself. Just as much you wanted him to rest after an intense night you had had, you really wanted to touch him. Tamlin’s body looked so perfect as if the finest sculptor carved it from the finest marble. You shifted closer to him and closed your eyes when his scent filled your nostrils. He smelled like myrrh and tonka - warm and slightly sweet. You nuzzled into his neck and inhaled deeply. He smelled like home.
Tamlin twitched and instinctively wrapped his arm around your shoulders, still peacefully asleep. Your lips reached for his neck. Slowly, to caress him gently, you left a few tender kisses. Your hand traveled to the nape of his neck to brush through his hair and leave it there slightly pulling the blond strands at the roots. Tamlin hummed in approval.
You continued exploring his neck with your mouth. You darted the tip of your tongue out and left a tentative lick behind his earlobe. The tips of your fingers were drawing shapeless forms on his shoulders.
“You’re awake,” Tamlin murmured, his voice low and velvety sending goosebumps to your skin.
His eyes were still closed. You moved your hand from his shoulder to his cheek and petted it lovingly. Then you lifted your head and pressed a warm, soft kiss to his lips.
“Morning,” you whispered, and his arm wrapped around you tighter. Tamlin stretched his long legs under the silk blanket and let out a big yawn. You watched him slowly open his eyes and look down at you. They were so bright in the morning light that for a second you forgot how to breathe.
“Why are you up so early, baby?” he wondered. His overprotective nature immediately took over making him think that something was wrong. You smiled and brushed your fingers over a wrinkle between his brows urging him to relax.
“I just wanted a few kisses”, you whispered. Tamlin used his thumb and index finger to gently take you by the chin and bring your lips to his. He was slow and gentle, savoring this moment. For a while he didn’t use his tongue at all, just letting his lips caress you. As the kiss deepened, his tongue slipped into your mouth eliciting a muffled moan from you. It was warm and sensual, igniting the familiar longing in your belly. God, the effect Tamlin had on you - just one kiss, one touch was enough to set your body on fire.
His hand went down your body to pull you by your waist closer to him. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling gently and massaging his scalp with your nails.
“Only kisses?” He teased hinting that he could feel the scent of your arousal. You were completely bare under the flimsy fabric of your lacy nighty. When he asked you that, you realized that you were clenching your thighs together all this time. You looked at Tamlin and bit your lip.
“Perhaps, something more?” You asked innocently noting how his cock protruded through the silk blanket around his hips. You had the same effect on him as he had on you. The desire was 100% equal. You snaked your hand under the drapes and confidently wrapped it around the base of his shaft making Tamlin breathe in deeply. The skin was soft and warm to your touch. You stroke him lazily enjoying the feeling of his veins and how much harder it got with each sway of your wrist.
Tamlin reached for the hem of your nighty and pulled it up. His hand slipped behind you, and his eyes widened when his fingers brushed against your slick folds.
“Baby, you’re soaked,” he said while rubbing you. His cock twitched in your hand when he found your puffy clit aching for his caresses.
“This is what you do to me”, you whispered and slightly parted your legs to let him slide two fingers into you. He had the same rhythm as your hand that was jerking him off. You rocked your hips in unison helping him penetrate you at the right angle. Soft moans fell from your lips every time he brushed against the sweet spot inside you.
“Such a needy pussy,” he whispered into your lips, “you didn’t get enough of my cock last night?”
It became more difficult to stroke him at a consistent pace when his fingers started moving faster and with a bit more pressure on your velvet core. You looked at Tamlin pleadingly.
“I just always want more”, you confessed hoping that he would take his time with you this morning and fill you up. The High Lord used his free hand to slide the straps of your nighty and expose your breasts. Without stopping fingering you, he shifted lower so his mouth could reach the perky buds and wrapped his lips around your nipple. You loved it when he sucked on it gently, lovingly, with his warm tongue teasing it most deliciously. He looked gorgeous buried between your breasts. The sound of him working his mouth on you and your wetness coming from the advances of his fingers filled the bedroom.
“Please”, you whimpered when he started deliberately massaging your G-spot. He looked at you, his lips still attached to your breast. Whatever the plan he had on his mind, finishing you just like that wasn’t a part of it.
“Get on top of me,” he commanded, his eyes getting darker. “I want you to ride me, baby”.
Although you hated the idea that his fingers would leave your aching core, you were happy that something way more sufficient would fill you up. You let go of his cock and rose from your pillow to straddle Tamlin’s thighs. He lay fully on his back, his hands behind his head, watching you. You hiked your nighty over your head and let him see you fully bare. His gaze traveled from your flushed face to your chest, down your stomach, and wet pussy that fluttered in anticipation of the coming stretch hungrily.
You steadied yourself with one hand behind your back, placing it on Tamlin’s thigh. You lifted your hips slightly to align them with the tip of his cock. The High Lord wasn’t going to help you - he loved watching you put his impressive length into you. You wrapped your right hand around the head and guided it to your pussy.
“Take your time,” he encouraged you, and you slowly rubbed the tip from your clit to your hole. Back and forth, back and forth, just with some pressure around the clit to tease it. Pearls of Tamlin’s pre-cum smeared over your folds making it easier for him to glide between them.
“May I?” You asked shyly for his permission to sink on his cock. He nodded and within a second, both of you winced at the first push. For you, it was the feeling of the intense stretch of your tight walls, for Tamlin - the warmth and wetness of your hole that swallowed him.
“Just like that, love,” he licked his lips, watching you through hooded eyes. You bottomed out and then rose again letting his cock exit you almost fully - you left only the tip in and then sank on it again. The view was obscene: you were on top of the High Lord in full glory, your breasts were rising and falling with every sway of your hips, and he could see his thick, throbbing cock filling you up inch by inch. Your clit, puffy and pink, was begging for his touch.
“You’re so big,” you wined, your eyes rolling at the feeling of his balls against your ass.
“Is it a complaint?” A seductive smirk curved Tamlin’s plump lips.
“Just, oh,” you started picking up the pace, “an observation…”
You loved that he let you be in control and pick up the depth and intensity of the thrusts. You put your palms on the globes of your ass and spread them a bit to help Tamlin go deeper.
“Tamlin”, you moaned, throwing your head back. This angle was heaven - you were skewered on his entire length. With the groan, the High Lord put his hands on your hips. He guided you more deliberately, helping you go from an “up and down” movement to a more back-and-forth kind of one that was more pleasurable for both of you.
“There you go, angle,” he cooed. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
You swayed your hips in figure eight driving Tamlin’s dick into your pussy, coating it in your arousal, and making it slide easier with every move. You allowed yourself to completely dissolve in this overwhelming pleasure. Moving on top of this gorgeous man who was yours, who called you his goddess, and was someone you’d be willing to kill for.
“I need you so much,” you moaned and lowered toward him for a passionate kiss, your breasts pressed against his chest. Tamlin’s hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he ravished you with his tongue. He thrusted his hips up breaking your lazy rhythm. He wanted you badly and he was done holding himself back. He moved ruthlessly, piercing your pussy with his cock and making you cry into his mouth.
“Hold tight, baby” He breathed in your ear, and you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The sound of your wet core was so obscene that you could feel how red your cheeks turned from it. You clenched onto his shoulders letting him take you as he pleased. Soft mewls escaped from your mouth.
“M-my pussy,” you moaned in his ear and he groaned in response. The High Lord was taking young claiming you as his. Over and over again.
“Yes, angel,” his fingers were kneading the flesh of your asscheeks spreading you wide. “You’re taking me so well. Such a good little pussy for me.”
You loved it when he praised you. Your next kiss was desperate, you hoped that he would understand how much you wanted him - more than air - and that no words would ever be able to describe what he truly meant to you. You bit his lower lip when he gave you a particularly hard thrust. A familiar warmth that was building in the pit of your stomach was getting more intense. Tamlin noticed from your broken cries and a hitched breath that you were getting closer.
“My baby is going to cum?” He asked you putting his fingers on your clit. You whimpered and nodded enjoying the way he started to rub you. Hard, fast circles of the pads of his aristocratic fingers were sending electric jolts down your spine.
“Tam, I’m so close”, you breathed out chasing your high.
“Cum for me, my love”, he kissed you and stoke your clit with his thumb bringing you to the edge. You moaned into his mouth letting him catch your whimpers with his tongue. Hot pleasure rushed through your veins and went straight to your core. The walls of your pussy were pulsing around Tamlin’s cock taking him to the climax too. You almost always had your orgasms at the same time.
“My God,” you mewled at the sensation of the hot, creamy cum spilling inside you. Tamlin couldn’t let you go, he was holding you tight pressed to his chest as he kept pumping his cock deep in you.
“Fuck,” he groaned, emptying his balls. He thought he gave you everything last night but he was far from the truth. His orgasm was so intense that his vision went blurry and he squeezed your breasts in his palms just to ground himself. So fucking good.
Panting heavily, you let your head rest on his chest where you could hear his heart beating like crazy. His cock buried deep inside your pussy twitched for the final time and he gently lifted your hips letting his shaft land on his stomach. You winced at the emptiness and the feeling of his cum leaking down your thighs.
You rolled over and closed your limp legs. Tamlin licked his parted lips and beckoned you with his hand.
“C’mere”, he murmured and wrapped his arm around you. His palm was rubbing your lower back soothingly as he kissed your forehead. “You’re alright, baby?”
You smiled tiredly. Maybe you two could enjoy a quick nap after this session.
Summary: You’re invited to a very special dinner. Lucien would call it…a feast.
Warnings: pure smut, threesome
Word count: 3.8k
“That is…”, Lucien ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip. “…an incredible dress.”
You blushed at the compliment and offered him a gentle smile stepping into the dining room lit with dim candlelight. The corset was quite tight bringing your breasts up and making them look so plump and full that Lucien couldn’t think of anything else but how much he wanted to bury his face between them. The long skirt was flowing down your body leaving enough room for imagination.
Tamlin stood up from his seat and slowly approached you by the door frame. The heels of his boots were loud in the silence of the room. His green eyes were fixed on your face with curiosity.
You tried to suppress your nervousness but having dinner with these two gorgeous men was so exciting that you could barely breathe. You were thankful for the folds of your skirt where you could hide your trembling hands. Your heartbeat seemed so loud that you were sure that both Tamlin and Lucien could hear it. You didn't know what to do: did you need to bow? Nod your head? Unsure, you stood there unable to move.
Tamlin moved graciously. He politely extended his hand - his palm up - offering you to take it.
“My friend is right,” his voice sounded like honey. “You look stunning, my lady. It will be a pleasure to share this dinner with you.”
A small, timid smile spread across your lips as you slowly took his hand and let him lead you to the table.
A thick tablecloth made of the finest cotton covered a big oak table. On top of it, there was the finest silverware. The handles of the forks and knives were adorned with ornaments so common for the Spring Court: roses and leaves. The food hadn’t been served yet. A crystal carafe filled with blood-red wine was half-full, indicating that Tamlin and Lucien had already enjoyed some of it.
“Thank you,” you responded quietly and darted your eyes to the floor after you met Lucien’s hungry gaze. He looked gorgeous in his white shirt and a navy blue gilet with golden swan embroidery. Tamlin and he possessed that kind of inhuman, ethereal beauty that made it almost painful to look at them. “You haven’t started yet?”
You flinched when Tamlin’s left arm wrapped around your waist, his right hand still holding your palm. You looked at him. He was so tall. The blond strands of his hair were framing his pointed face gracefully. His lips were full and of such a beautiful shade of dust pink that you aimlessly wondered what it would feel like to kiss him.
“We were waiting just for you”, he answered. The way he said “just for you” was so intimate as if you were the only people in the room. “Although Lucien did get a bit impatient.”
You moved your gaze to Lucien who was now holding a gold goblet. He sipped a bit of wine and put it on the table, his fingers circling the rim.
“Well, it’s not like we have such a special feast every day,” he said.
You were sure Tamlin would accompany you to a big chair with emerald upholstery that was right to Lucien’s right. But instead, the High Lord took you to the edge of the table to his left.
Lucien leaned forward and put his chin atop his folded hands.
“Before we start,” Tamlin’s voice sounded like a song, “we would like to clarify a small detail”. As he spoke, he let go of your waist and rested his hand on your open back. Goosebumps instantly covered your skin when his fingers ran up and down your spine, caressing you.
“A detail?” You frowned. You heard the sound of a chair being moved and with the corner of your eye, you saw that Lucien made his way closer to you and Tamlin.
“There’s a special entrée tonight”, he said. “Before the main course is served.”
You looked puzzled. Tamlin continued petting your back. You could feel the scent of his cologne feeling your nostrils. He smelled like a spring morning: fresh with notes of jasmine and green tea.
Lucien was just a few inches away. He confidently placed his thumb and index fingers under your chin and gently made you look at him. You batted your lashes at him.
“God, Tamlin, she is so beautiful”, he breathed out unable to contain his emotions and making you turn crimson. “We will ravish you, doll.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you darted your gaze at Tamlin. Just as you were about to open your mouth, he shushed you by putting his index finger to your lips.
“No need to be scared, dove,” his green eyes were studying your face. The calmness pooling in his gaze was contagious. “You will get the best, our most special treatment.”
When he said it, Lucien snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You were now between him and Tamlin trapped like a little mouse.
“Wait, I’m the entrée?” you whispered. Your body jolted when you felt Lucien’d breath fanning over your ear.
Tamlin blinked slowly in a silent “yes” to your question.
“Isn’t it what you wished for?” he purred.
God, they knew all your hidden desires. They somehow found out what were you dreaming about in your room. Were they spying on you? Or were they eavesdropping when you were touching yourself last week thinking that it was too late in the night for anyone to hear you in this mansion?
“I-…I’m just…” You stuttered but Lucien’s lips landed on your earlobe and his hot tongue licked the sensitive spot playfully. Your hands instinctively grabbed at the fabric of his pants as you tried to steady yourself. Tamlin’s eyes traveled down your body, stopping at your chest that was rising and falling heavily. He gently cupped your breasts through the fabric to get the first idea of how they’d fit in them. He couldn’t wait to put his mouth on the perky nipples that were hardening under his touch.
“You don’t need to worry about anything, Y/N”, he assured you. “You’re our guest, and we will take good care of you.”
Lucien was pressing himself against you very firmly, you could feel his protruding bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. His hands were greedier than Tamlin’s, roaming over your body, trying to memorize every curve of your delicate frame. You couldn’t help yourself and closed your eyes when he started peppering your neck with feather-light kisses.
“Oh, please,” you pleaded feeling the heat pooling between your legs. Tamlin smirked, he knew it wouldn’t take them long to win you over. He gently pushed you toward the table and Lucien stepped aside giving you two more room.
“Sit,” Tamlin commanded and nodded his chin at the table. You looked over your shoulder and then back at him frowning. But he didn’t say anything and only raised his eyebrows, pointing at the table with his chin again. Breathing heavily, you put your hands behind you and hopped on the table letting your skirt pool around your legs. Two men were standing in front of you eyeing you hungrily. From this angle, you could see that both of them were hard. Very hard.
Tamlin’s lips crushed on you in a swift kiss. You whimpered being taken by surprise but opened your mouth inviting him in. He was confident, owning you, kissing you in the most possessive way. You felt Lucien’s hands on your breasts tugging the flimsy fabric of your dress down to expose you. His expert fingers squeezed you and his thumbs rubbed the hardened nipples. You moaned into Tamlin’s mouth and your hand flew up to cup his face and pull him closer. You didn’t know it but both men could smell your arousal and it was driving their desire insane.
A chill ran up your legs when Lucien started lifting your skirt. You broke the kiss with Tamlin and looked down at him. He was kneeling in front of you between your parted legs, hiking your skirt around your thighs.
“Let us see you, dove”, he cooed, running his fingers up and down your bare thighs. You still couldn’t believe it was real. These two gorgeous men wanted to please you? God, what kind of things they were going do to you? What kind of things would you want them to do? You took a shaky breath then closed your eyes and let your back slowly lower on the table. Fuck it.
“That’s a good girl”, Tamlin hummed, his hand resting on your forehead. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze. Slowly, you bent your legs and placed your feet at the edge of the table giving Lucien a view of your lacy panties. By the sound of him muttering a quiet “Fuck” you knew he was pleased with what he saw. “Are you gonna let my friend get the taste of you, darling?”
You knew the flimsy fabric of your underwear was already soaked. Lucien could see the damp patch right where your arousal was coating it. You breathed out a “Yes”, and the next second Lucien’s warm mouth was on your core. You moaned at the sensation of his velvet tongue licking you up and down your folds and then pressing against your aching clit.
“Oh my God,” you whimpered, your eyes flying open. You looked at Tamlin with the most pleading expression, your mouth hanging open. If only he knew how good Lucien’s tongue felt as he spread your folds with it and slipped it inside your wet hole. Tamlin was fascinated with your face: you looked like a painting, the most beautiful one, but also the one he wanted to ruin. He reached for the zipper of his pants. He needed to fill that sinful mouth of yours that was capable of moaning out his and Lucien’s names late at night.
You reached for him urging him to come closer so you could help him with the zipper. Tamlin let you undo his pants and pulled them down letting his heavy, big cock spring free. He moaned lowly at the feeling of your soft hands around his length.
“Suck it, baby,” he whispered and tangled his fingers in your hair bringing your mouth closer to the tip. He loved looking down at you while his friend was eating you out. He loved watching you try to hold yourself back but then give in and roll your eyes with pleasure. He tapped the tip of his cock over your lips, coating it with your saliva before pushing it into your mouth. “Fuck”, he hissed when he felt the warmth and wetness of your tongue. You fluttered your eyes and hummed in approval at the taste of him. He felt heavy. So hard for you.
It took you a while to adjust to his girth and length, but Tamlin was patient. You looked up at him when his tip hit the back of your throat. Meanwhile, Lucien eased two slender fingers into your core making you clench around them. He scissored them, stretching out the tight walls of your pussy. The combo of his fingers and his tongue on your clit made you moan around Tamlin’s cock. Tamlin stroked your hollowed cheeks with his fingers and drove his hips deeper making you gag a bit. He smiled when you didn’t try to pull away and contracted your throat instead.
“Good girl,” he praised. You sucked him nicely, bobbing your head up and down and slurping the mix of your saliva and his pre-cum. You let it out of your mouth just for a short moment to spit on the length and spread the wetness with your left hand. Tamlin threw his head back and bit his bottom lip. He was in heaven.
Lucien’s hand traveled up to your left breast and started massaging it as he picked up the pace with his tongue. Your thighs were shaking and a few times you involuntarily tried to close your legs from the overwhelming pleasure but he didn’t let you do it.
Tamlin’s grip in your hair tightened when you started to suck faster, harder, swirling your tongue around the tip and then swallowing his cock down your throat. An obscene sound of your movements mixed with the sound of Lucien between your legs was filling the room. The High Lord made a few experimental thrusts into your mouth testing how well you’d receive them. Without meeting much resistance, he started picking up the pace fucking your mouth.
His thumb wiped away a crystal tear that was sliding down your hollowed cheek. He pulled you by your hair away from his cock and made you look up at him. So pretty with your lips red and swollen, eyes watering from the effort you’d been putting in, and the cheeks where redness was blooming like luscious roses.
“Give me your tongue,” Tamlin commanded and you obeyed. He tapped his hard cock against your tongue and then forced it down your throat and held you in place. The gagging sound bounced off the walls as you struggled to take a breath. But he kept holding you. Spit was drooling down your chin onto your breasts where Lucien left his prints. Tamlin let you go in one swift motion and then grabbed his cock at the base and shoved it behind your cheek. You whined as he lightly slapped your delicate skin.
“Such a little slut,” he admitted and then bent down to you to kiss you. His mouth crushed onto yours as he was tasting himself off the tip of your tongue.
You didn’t notice how Lucien undressed himself. Your gaze darted at him only when you felt his cock pressing into you. He met your eyes and you gasped at how handsome he looked. His chin was covered in a mix of your arousal and his spit, hair beautifully tangled from how hard you were pulling it when he was eating you out, his broad chest stood proudly. His fingers traveled up your calves to your thighs and he pressed a tender kiss to your knee.
“Did you like her taste, Lucien?” Tamlin asked lifting his brow. Lucien leaned forward, hovering above you.
“Very much,” he answered and brushed a strand of your hair from your flushed cheek. “Here, taste it, baby”.
And he kissed you, fiercely claiming you with his tongue. You moaned at the taste of yourself and bucked your hips up to rub yourself against his hard cock that was lying heavily against your stomach.
“Fuck,” you moaned into Lucien’s mouth when Tamlin took your hand and made you wrap it around his cock. You caressed him as the other man was kissing you. Up and down, up and down, stroking himself in a loose rhythm.
“I need to feel this mouth around my cock,” Lucien murmured and stood up facing Tamlin. “Want to take her now?”
There was something carnal in the way they were discussing their plans about you in the third person. As if you weren’t there. As if they could do anything. You felt more wetness pooling between your legs at that realization. Tamlin nodded and kicked off his pants completely without caring too much where they landed on the polished floor.
“Come here, darling,” he beckoned you with two fingers. You placed your legs on the floor feeling dizzy. The High Lord helped you get rid of your dress and turn around. “Now, get on the table on your hands and knees for me, angel”.
At first, you got on all fours, but Tamlin clicked his tongue and decided to rearrange you a bit. He lowered your bottom so it was closer to the edge of the table and lightly pushed his hand on your lower back urging you to arch a bit and stick your ass out for him.
“Yes, just like that,” Lucien approved. You blushed at his praise. He watched how Tamlin positioned himself behind you and then he brought his face closer to yours. “Are you ready to take the High Lord in your pretty little pussy, baby?”
Tamlin rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit and you moaned.
“Yes, yes, please”.
Tamlin smacked your ass with his palm and smirked.
“Lu got you so wet for me”, he smeared the wetness over his leaking head. “Guess I can just go for it without being too gentle, what do you think?”
And without waiting for your response he sank into you in one swift thrust. You moaned loudly at the stretch that engulfed you. You could feel him everywhere, in the deepest corners of your body. Your mouth hung open when his balls slapped against your ass.
“Goddamn”, you whimpered, your fingers gripping the tablecloth. He was so big. And he didn’t give you any time to adjust. Tamlin started moving at a ruthless pace driving himself into your body. Every thrust resulted in a broken moan falling from your lips. “Ah, please, ah, Tamlin…”
You felt like you were on fire. He grabbed your bouncing breasts and squeezed your nipples making you practically scream.
“Shhh, baby”, Lucien smiled at how ruined you already looked. He loved watching your face as you kept taking the High Lord’s cock. But what he was going to love even more was the feeling of your lips on him. He guided his cock into your mouth, muffling your moans. You weren’t sure how it would be possible for you to suck him well when Tamlin was ravishing you so deliciously from behind. But to Lucien, it didn’t matter - he just wanted to see you try.
You had never been fucked like that in your entire life. You wanted to scream from how good it felt without bothering that anyone could hear you. Tamlin’s groans next to your ear were fueling your desire.
“So. Fucking. Tight,” he accentuated every word with a thrust. His hands left your breasts and landed on your ass spreading you. You felt so filthy, so exposed. “Take it, take it raw like a good little slut.”
Lucien drove his cock down your throat and then pressed his hand to your neck to feel how deep it went. He moaned lowly and threw his head back. Beads of sweat emerged on his forehead as he was trying to hold back from exploding.
“Tam, I don’t think I’m gonna last too long,” he groaned when you flexed your throat around his tip. “She’s so good…”
Tamlin grabbed you by your hair forcing you further on Lucien’s cock.
“He’s going cum in your mouth,” he whispered, “and I will fill this slutty pussy of yours, do you understand?”
You moaned around Lucien’s length and closed your eyes in the silent “yes”.
“We will use all your holes,” Lucien hissed, his thrust into your mouth becoming more erratic indicating that his release was approaching. “The night is long, Y/N. It’s gonna be such an honor for you to be fucked by us.”
You were going to cum. Their dirty talk, Tamlin’s cock deep in your pussy, his strong hands pinning you down to the table like a rag doll, and Lucien’s impressive shaft in your mouth were leading you directly into your climax. Without a warning, Lucien came. Your eyes widened when the thick ropes of his cum went down your throat. The muscles on his toned stomach flexed as he chased his orgasm. You were waiting patiently for him to finish so you wouldn’t spill a single drop.
Tamlin behind you kept going. He knew by the way you were starting to clench around him that you were close. He nodded at Lucien who pulled away from your mouth with a deep sigh. He had taken a napkin next to his seat and wiped the sweat off his forehand before he moved behind you to help Tamlin finish you. As the High Lord was chasing his release, Lucien’s skillful fingers found your clit.
“C’mon, baby,” he purred. “Are you gonna cum on Tam’s cock?”
You nodded fiercely and licked the corner of your lips with the tip of your tongue to swipe a drop of Lucien’s cum.
“Good girl. Let go, baby. You’ve been so good for us.”
You wish this sweet agony could last forever but the coil in your stomach was about to unfold. Lucien was touching your clit as if he had spent decades learning your body. He applied the exact amount of pressure that was enough for you to snap. With a long, rusty moan you let go of the control and allowed the orgasm to consume you. Tamlin didn’t expect you to grip him so tightly but when you did, he erupted too. You could feel this cock pulse deep inside of you, his fingers were digging into the flesh of your hips skewering you onto his length.
“Oh God,” he groaned biting your shoulder and making you whimper in pain. Your orgasm came in three waves and with each one, your pussy clenched around him. You could hear Lucien’s soft laugh but it sounded as if it was in the distance - you were so far away completely immersed in the never-ending pleasure. You felt weightless. You crashed onto the table tiredly, your cheek resting on the perfectly ironed tablecloth. A low moan escaped your lips when you felt Tamlin pulling out of you.
“Exquisite”, he murmured and stroked your puffy folds pensively. He collected the leaking cum with the tips of his fingers and pushed it inside. Then he reached for your wrinkled skirt and pulled it down, letting it cover your bare behind.
“Are you breathing, doll?” Lucien chuckled rubbing circles on your lower back with his palm.
You slowly nodded.
“I think we all need a bath before the main course”, Tamlin said and patted your ass hinting at his cum that was staining your thighs under your long skirt.
“I’m going to prepare it and then you can bring her when you’re ready”, Lucien said before he disappeared through a big ornate door that led to the bedroom with a huge bathroom attached to it.
You felt Tamlin’s arms scoop you over and lift you from the table. He did it so effortlessly as if you weighed nothing. You cling onto the lapels of his silk shirt pressing yourself against his chest. He smelled like sex.
“Was it too much, baby?” He asked worriedly, and you shook her head pressing your lips to his neck. He kissed your head.
“It was perfect, Tam,” you whispered and he smiled.
Summary: Taking a bath with Tamlin when he finally isn’t busy and can dedicate all his attention to you
Warnings: pure smut (don’t read it if you’re a minor), breeding kink
Word count: 2.8k
“You smell so good, love”, Tamlin murmured into your neck sending goosebumps down your spine.
The water colored in hues of pink and pastel blue was sparkling with the magic he had put in it a few minutes before he invited you to join him in this big, beautiful bathtub. He had you sitting between his legs, your back resting against his broad chest. You could feel it rising and falling with every breath he was taking.
“Thank you”, you whispered and lifted your head, slightly turning it to the side to kiss him. Your lips glided against his, teasingly, getting the first taste of him. His hand traveled to your throat to hold you in place as he deepened the kiss. You let out a deep sigh and ran your fingers along his toned arm, caressing it softly in the silent approval of what he was doing. You loved it when he was pinning you to his strong body. It made you feel so small and vulnerable, and yet oh, so safe in his arms.
The kiss was hot and passionate igniting the fire deep inside you. You could feel his heart beating in his chest like a flattering bird and the realization of it gave you a rush - you were able to bring this gorgeous man to this kind of thrill, you were able to make him crave you. Insane.
“Tamlin”, you breathed out between the kisses as his other hand traveled to your left breast and cupped it lovingly. His fingers rolled your perky nipple between them eliciting a moan from you.
“You’re so beautiful, my love” he whispered, looking down at your breasts rising from the sparking water. His long lashes were casting shadows on his sharp cheekbones. “Does it feel good?” He asked while pinching your nipple and sliding his other hand that wrapped around your throat down your body. He caressed your stomach, guiding it lower where your aching core was waiting for him. Your legs were bent at the knees and resting on both sides of his thighs. You didn’t answer his question - too caught up in the beautiful sensations he was giving you - but as you bucked your hips forward inviting his fingers he knew how much you were enjoying it.
You lifted your right arm and put it behind your head to reach for his neck, your fingers lacing into his damp blond hair. You wanted to pull him closer to your neck where he’d leave delicate kisses. His fingers reached your thighs and you froze in anticipation. But Tamlin wasn’t going to give in so easily. He stroked your skin avoiding reaching your folds. His fingers traveled up to your knees, then slid lower to your calves, disappearing under the water.
“My Lord”, you whimpered and parted your lips in the silent plea. He hummed in approval. He loved it when you called him “My Lord” or “Master”, reminding him how much you loved pleasing him. And you couldn’t imagine it being any other way - being his good girl was what you were born for.
“What do you want, baby?” he purred bringing his hand back to your stomach and sliding it just below your breasts. He knew the answer but he loved teasing you and making you vocalize all your naughty desires. Your breath hitched.
“I’d like your fingers in me, please,” you murmured, rocking your hips forward and splashing the water a bit over the edge of the bathtub. You could feel his lips twisting in a lazy smile.
“So eager for me”, he whispered in your ear but obliged. His heavy, thick cock twitched behind your lower back as Tamlin slowly inserted one long finger into your pussy. A low moan fell from your lips and you spread your thighs a bit wider as much as the size of the bathtub allowed it. “And so wet…”
Your eyes rolled as he expertly crooked his finger inside you and pressed at the spongy spot that was waiting for his attention the most. So good. His knuckle was giving just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure down your spine.
“Please, more,” you begged to be filled up. One finger felt good but not enough. You wanted him to stretch you out properly, to prepare you for his cock.
Tamlin slipped his finger out and placed the tip of it on your puffy clit. He gave you slow lazy circles, massaging the sensitive bud clockwise and then using the V of his index and middle fingers to slide them down your folds. He was working you up deliberately, knowing exactly how to touch you. It took him just a few strokes before he filled you up with two fingers, pushing them deeply and then spreading them inside you to stretch your walls. You whimpered and gripped the sides of the bathtub to steady yourself. Tamlin put his other hand on your hip to prevent you from closing your legs.
“That’s right, angel”, he cooed pumping his fingers. “Be a good girl for me and take them. How else will you be able to handle my cock if this is already too much?”
You moaned, your head falling on his shoulder. The stretch was delicious. He was imitating the strokes of his cock with his fingers, every time hitting that spongy spot inside of you.
“It feels so good”, you whispered lifting your gaze at him. His usual green eyes with golden sparkles were black now, plump lips burning crimson from how much he was licking them while drinking in the sight of you. You reached for him in a desperate kiss. He didn’t stop moving his fingers while his lips were ravishing you, his tongue intertwining with yours. The pace became stronger eliciting low, breathy moans from you.
“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, baby,” he moved just a few inches away from your face but not far enough - his nose was against yours, his warm breath fanning over you. “How does it sound? Is it something your needy pussy wants?”
You breathed out a quiet “Yes” jerking your hips forward. If it hadn’t been for Tamlin holding you down, the water would have already been all over the bathroom floor.
To your big dismay, he pulled his fingers out of you. You were about to protest and beg for him to bring the warmth that was building up in your belly to the climax, when he kissed your hair and said, “Get up and present your sweet holes to me.”
You blushed. You knew exactly what he was asking. Standing out of the warm water after having been caressed was quite a challenge. You had to use the sides of the bathtub for support. Slowly, feeling a bit dizzy and drunk on desire, you placed your palms on the other side of the bathtub and looked over your shoulder.
Tamlin didn’t move. He was watching you, his lids heavy. His right hand was wrapped around his erect cock stroking it lazily. It was rising above the pink and blue water giving you a nice view of the thick head and long, throbbing shaft. You arched your back and slowly swayed your hips, inviting him.
“I said “present your holes to me”, he reminded, his eyes never leaving the delicious sight in front of him. You nodded and reached your left hand behind to place it on your asscheek. Your cheeks turned crimson as you slowly pulled the flesh aside, showing him your pussy that had just been fingered. His low groan that escaped from his lips made your heart flutter. You didn’t dare to look away when he slowly rose to his feet. Like a predator hunting his prey, Tamlin got closer to you, hovering over you and putting both his hands next to your palms on the other side of the bathtub. You could feel his cock pressed against your thigh.
“That’s my girl,” he praised and placed his hand on your folds, slowly rubbing you. You moaned and leaned into him hungry for his touch.
“I need you so much, My Lord,” you begged. You loved it when he was teasing you but at some point it always became unbearable. The burning desire to have him inside you always outweighed the need for a long foreplay. “Please..”
You sighed when you felt the tip of his cock against your clit. It was so...meaty.
“Oh, really?” he teased, rubbing the head up and down to cover it with your wetness so it could slide easier. “Is this what you want?” He let just the tip in and then held back, not moving. You were about to cry.
“Please, Tam…”, you pleaded. He took a big breath as if he was also using his last bits of self-control not to slam into you in full force.
“It’s yours,” he said, “take it.”
Slowly, inch by inch, you moved your hips to sink onto his cock. You moaned as his length filled you up, stretching you in a much more intense way than his fingers. His fingers dug into the delicate skin of your hips when you fully enveloped him, letting his balls sit heavily against your asscheeks. He allowed you to take your time to get used to him. He knew how to be patient.
You used the edge of the bathtub for support when you began rocking your hips.
Back and forth, back and forth…
The pace was moderate, allowing you to move how you wanted and find the right angle. You thought that was how it would be until…Tamlin gripped your hips and skewered you onto him. You choked on a moan and looked over your shoulder. His face was inches away from you, his strong chest pressed against your back. He pinned your hips and gave you a deep, hard stroke. Oh, God. There it started.
Your mouth fell open as he began thrusting in you. Deep. Hard. All the way in just to withdraw fully and then slam back.
“Put your leg on the edge, baby,” he commanded through his gritted teeth and you obliged immediately. The new angle allowed him to penetrate you deeper.
“Oh, God,” you moaned feeling him reach the sweetest spot.
“You like it, huh?” He said into your ear. “Tell me, Y/N, how does it feel?”
Your eyes rolled back when he wrapped your hair around his fist and made you arch your back even more. How were you supposed to be able to form a coherent sentence when he felt so good deep inside you? The only thoughts in your head were “TamlinTamlinTamlinTamlin”. He smacked your asscheek demanding an answer.
“F-f-full”, you finally stuttered closing your eyes. He was fucking you like a God, having you at his mercy with your spread legs and your back arched just for him. Your breasts bounced with every stroke. “I’m so full…”
Tamlin chuckled.
“Hardly.”
Then you felt his thumb brushing against your asshole. Goosebumps ran down your spine. You knew what was coming and moaned in anticipation. As soon as your mouth fell open, Tamlin pressed his thumb to your tongue. “Suck it well, angel.”
You eagerly wrapped your lips around his finger. He continued fucking you as you coated his thumb with your saliva. He took it from your mouth with a “pop” and brought it back to your clenching asshole. Blush flooded your cheeks as he massaged the tight hole and then slowly, agonizingly slowly pushed it in.
“Tamlin,” you whimpered but not moving away. You could feel his cock filling your pussy to the brim as well as his thumb making its way into your tight, little ass.
“Now you’re full”, he purrs and picks up a faster rhythm. There you were - fully stretched out, letting him touch you in the most intimate and private areas, and you were glad to let him do it. Your body was for him to fuck, you were made only for him.
As if he was reading your thoughts, he muttered, “That’s right, you were made to take my cock.”
His words, the feeling of his finger in your asshole and his cock in your pussy, his lips all over your neck, the scent of him filling your nostrils - everything was driving you closer to the edge. Your vision was blurry, moans falling from your lips uncontrollably as if they were a mantra. The mantra that was worshiping this beautiful man who was taking you apart. You were his and he was yours. Sometimes you couldn’t even believe that.
“Please, make me cum,” you pleaded, shutting your eyes and then letting them fly open when he pulled his thumb out and then put it back in. His thrusts became more erratic indicating that his orgasm was also near.
“Play with your pussy, baby”, he said peppering your neck with kisses. “Touch yourself for me while I fuck you.”
You didn’t need to be told twice. You rubbed your clit in fast circles matching Tamlin’s pace as he continued taking you from behind. Jolts of pleasure were erupting deep inside of you ready to explode. You were whimpering at every stroke he gave you.
“Tam…”, you called his name hoping that he’d understand that you were close. Of course, he did. He knew your body like the back of his palm, and the bond you shared made him feel you even deeper.
“Let go for me, angle”, he groaned. “Cum for me, my love.”
His voice, the loving way he was speaking to you, the delicious pressure of his cock inside of you, and his low moans drove you to your climax. At some point, you could no longer hold it back. A warm wave of pleasure washed over you. Your hand that was pressed to your clit slipped and if you hadn’t been fast enough to find balance on the edge of the bathtub, you would have fallen. The velvet walls of your pussy were pulsing as your orgasm kept taking you over. Tamlin cussed behind you at the way you squeezed his cock milking his cum out of it. You moaned when you felt it pulse deep in your pussy. The warmth of his cum filling you up made your pussy clench. He pushed his hips forward again giving you a couple of deep thrusts to make sure his cum wasn’t wasted.
“Let me breed you, baby,” he cooed while holding you in place. You rolled your head back resting it on his shoulder and letting him grab you by your waist and press you against him. “I’m gonna pump you full with my cum tonight.”
You nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.
“Yeah?”, you wondered slowly swaying your hips carefully to match his small thrusts pumping you with his seed.
Tamlin reached his fingers down to your pussy to check that nothing was leaking out.
“Yes, baby. You will take every load,” he frowned when he felt his cum seeping out around his cock. He leaned forward with you making you bend a bit more. “Stay still.”
Very, very slowly he started to pull his cock out of you, his fingers close to your hole. He used them to spread it a bit and then looked down to ensure that he pushed the drops of cum leaking out of you with the tip of his cock back into you. You winced when the head penetrated you again. You were too sensitive.
“I know, darling,” he rubbed your lower back, “But I need you to keep my seed inside your pretty little pussy.”
You nodded and let him take his time with you. He pumped his fingers and then, as he withdrew them, he scooped the remaining cum and pushed it back where it belong. Satisfied with the result, he ran the pads of this fingers lovingly up and down your puffy folds. Then he reached over to take your chin in his hands and turned your head so you could look at him.
“Are you okay?” he smiled and stroked your bottom lip with his thumb.
You returned a tired smile back.
“There’s gonna be more cum for me tonight?” you asked making Tamlin shake his head and snort at your question.
“You’re so naughty”, he answered and looked down between your legs to check if you were good to go. The swollen pussy filled with his seed made his mouth water. He tapped lightly on your clit. “But yes, I will take you a few more times in bed tonight”.
I've read A Court of Thorns and Roses, and the only reason I finished the first book (the plot, the characters, etc. were so underdeveloped, rushed, and lacked any sort of logic that my complaints about it deserve a post on their own) was that for once in a very, very long time, I found a character who literally made me want to write again.
Tamlin 🧝🏻♂️
I’ve spoiled myself the ending of the series, and I’m glad I did because I don’t want to read the story where his character arc gets so twisted. So God bless fan fiction where I can write (and read) the stories I want.
Now HEAR ME OUT:
First of all, insane looks, like the description of his appearance is hitting so close to home + the fan arts are so beautiful, I’m kicking my feet and giggling every time I see them
Second, there’s Luciene, Tamlin’s emissary, who is around his mansion all the time and THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH FICS about the threesome with them and Y/N like pleaaaaase (it’s all I could think about when reading the book)
He’s overprotective and the ultimate material for the soft dom plots (edging, power play, praise kink - I want to write again so badly)
There’s Calanmai (I’ve read every single fic about it) but the concept of it and how underdeveloped it is in the book are driving me crazy, like what do you mean there’s no chapter with every single detail of what’s happening there? I need to read a 100k-word fanfic describing how feral and possessive Tamlin gets
The Spring Court aesthetic is so ethereal and reminds me of the Garden of Eden fic that I wrote a few years ago. I need insanely hot stories about Tamlin and Y/N swimming in beautiful lakes, being intimate under big magical trees and of course in every corner of Tamlin's castle
I want to write so many headcanons about him (and maybe some blurbs?) and I have absolutely no one to talk about it with! Are there any Tamlin girlies here?
Every post I come across is about Rhysand and I dislike his character so much that I legit stopped reading the 2nd book after he ruined Tamlin’s wedding with Feyre (I can’t stand her either, such a dumb character) because it was so predictable.
Anyway, what are y'all thots? 👀
I know you probably aren’t on this account much anymore but the Michael Langdon fics you’ve written have been my favorite out of any on this entire app and I’ve been missing the way you write him lately! The scene building and the chemistry you manage to convey always makes me feel so immersed and I’ve reread Garden Of Eden and Instruction Manual an embarrassing amount of times. Anyway, I hope you are doing well, I just wanted to voice my appreciation!
thank you darling! 🤍 I re-read instruction manual myself sometimes hahah
Creative writing paved the way for me to what I’m doing now so I’ll be forever grateful for all the inspiration Apocalypse brought to me back in the day and the impact it has had on me!
I cannot believe you updated of mice and snakes, a couple of days before your announcement I was rereading all the fics for the first time in about 4 years and then you revealed you were going to finish it and I cried😭😭 You were the first person I ever followed on tumblr and a huge inspiration for my own writing and it was amazing to see you come back to the story🥹 Thank you again, your writing is incredible🫶🏻
Nooo, no crying!! Ahhhh, my heart 💗💗💗 thank you so, so much! I’m very glad you enjoyed the story and most importantly didn’t forget it hehehe You’re precious for taking your time to write such a sweet message, thank you!
I watched all Harry Potter movies during my Christmas break and they made me wonder if the Hogwarts students ever got a chance to at least make out with each other? In the Half-blood prince they kinda hinted it but other than that? Student bedrooms were under a spell too. Do you have any thoughts on that?
I think when you have such a high concentration of students going through their puberty in one place, you will get very surprised how creative they can get when it comes to finding an intimate place…😅Perhaps, the silencing spell came in handy!
I also like entertaining the idea that lots of spicy things were going on in the Prefects’ bathroom or that room from the Order of phoenix that could become anything you want (I forgot the name of it). What else, what else…Slytherin dungeons definitely saw things for sureeeee
Oh. My. God. My jaw dropped when I saw of mice and snakes update. I lost hope of ever reading the ending of it and then you blessed us with part 3 <3 The smut was impeccable but what I missed the most is your writing style. You describe the scenery and emotions like only a few og writers could!
Thank youuuu!! 💗 It means a lot. It’s funny but when I read fiction, I tend to skip all the descriptions and go straight to the action parts, but when I write I have the urge to describe every single detail from how a character smells to what kind of carpet they are standing on hahahha I appreciate you noticing it! 😇🤍
I waited so long in hopes (years) for part 3 and you as usual did not disappoint !!
I’m so happy you didn’t forget 💗 thank you for the kind words!! I have to admit Of Mice & Snakes was always been on my mind. The problem was that I had started it so strongly, with 10k-word chapters and had a literal Excel spreadsheet with all the characters I wanted to include and their arcs that at some point I realized there was no way I could write it when I had major changes happening in real life at the same time! You know? When you are a perfectionist, so you prefer not to do it at all than to do it half way. But then there are certain things that will always spill out if you keep bottling them up for too long. The fact that I also restored the access to my blog helped. Eventually I was like, you know what, I miss writing, I now have time to sit down and finish this story. So yeah, sooner or later part 3 has seen the light! Thank you for supporting it!!
Read part 3 of Michael Langdon x reader x Tom Riddle threesome
you have no idea how much i miss michael x roman x reader and michael x tom x reader, they were my absolute favorites are you gonna write about them again?
I know this ask was sent veeeeeeeery long time ago, but the longing for these characters is exactly what made me finally write part 3 of The Mice & Snakes!
Read Part 3 - The Snake if you’ve also missed this threesome 😝
