*spoopy noises*

Merman x fem!reader— teasing, wild sex, creampie, aftercare, and a little teasing of cumplay

You could count on one hand the number of times your Merman Boss has let you see his Merman form. Far too busy running a highly successful company, the man doesn't often have time for a dip in the water to let his true self out to shine.

In fact, it was your job as his bodyguard to make sure he didn't come into contact with any source of water. Even the slightest drop ends up triggering his tail and he's left stuck like that for hours. And while your boss has gone through countless bodyguards to fulfill this task, you've been by far the best.

And you've lasted the longest too. You often hear his workers whispering to each other, secretly teasing him about how he must be in love with you to keep you around so long. While you didn't want to believe it, you couldn't ignore the way your heart flutters whenever it greets your ears.

But after today you're sure any feelings he has toward you are long gone. You half expect him to fire you on spot.

Today had been an important day for him as he had a lunch scheduled with an important client. All was going well until the waiter tripped, sending an entire pitcher of water to crash over him. You had been too slow, hadn't noticed the waiter fumbling nor the trajectory of the pitcher.

For a moment the world went still until your Merman Boss looked up at you with wide horrified eyes. While you were sure the horror was aimed at you, your boss was too busy wondering where he was possibly going to go. Luckily it just so happened that your place was nearby.

Now here you are, sitting on your toilet as your Boss' ginormous frame squishes into your tiny bathtub, his tail even falling off the edge and onto your floor. An adorable little pout marks his lips as he flicks at the water like he's this close to personally trying to fight it.

For the dominant mermen, it's seen as a challenge. Prepare to be mounted by what feels like the heaviest fish in existence. Sometimes they try to fuck you–thank god your wetsuit offers full coverage because you're always getting covered in merman cum–but most of the time they just lie on top of you until they feel you've been sufficiently pancaked.

your poor, unsuspecting boyfriend was seated on your couch, his hair messy with his arm slung on the backrest, his entire body relaxed while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. it was unfair how sukuna’s biceps always lured you in like a siren’s call, big, beefy and inked so prettily it made you wanna take a bite out of him. and he wasn’t even trying to flex his arms.

you always ignored that irrational part of your brain that told you to sink your teeth into his flesh, but your legs moved of their own accord and before you knew it—

chomp.

your teeth dug into his meaty bicep, while you started at the absolute horror on his face as he let out a sharp yelp.

“woman get off of me.”

“noh my mouf is full.” is all you mutter, your cheeks puffed out before you bite down on his arm again.

he tries to wriggle his arm free, while you slowly pull away from his arm, a string of saliva connecting you to the circular bite mark that now sat perfectly on his bicep.

his face was tinged the brightest shade of red, the flush creeping up his neck while you giggled at his reaction.

“aw kuna don’t tell me you were into that.”

and right as you eyes scanned his body you could see the boner straining his pants, his cock hardening at the mere action of you chomping down on his arm like a cat.

“OHMYFUCKING GOD YOU ACTUALLY ARE!!” you squealed before hopping onto his lap almost immediately while he groaned, tilting his head backwards while you grinned at him.

“my teeth have prayed for times like this, kuna.”

“that sounds like a threat.” he says, almost pained while you bite down on one of his cheeks, your teeth leaving tiny imprints while you moved down his neck to his shoulders, gently nibbling on the skin as you continued.

“it’s not a threat if i can feel your dick pressing up against me, kuna.”

“i—“

“your secret’s safe with me, baby.” you whispered into his ears, right before you bit him once again, his entire body flushed while he let out the softest whimper against you.

“you’re gonna kill me, woman.”

“mhmmm doesn’t matter ‘m too busy eating you up.”

last one and im DONE this is also an old ass reupload. @yoonsucks @yorikae

dividers: @/pixopix .

ask and ye shall receive: When I write in Japanese I usually also throw it in google translate to double check that I'm not using the wrong kanji by mistake, and two years ago it gave me very dry and literal translations.

I was doing it today and noticed it had a pretty strong voice added to the output

For reference, to give a dry translation I would put: Lately I'm into in Hanafuda. Nobody seems to know anything about it here, so they probably wouldn't understand my brilliant jokes. I guess you guys will never be able to understand "Mister November and the Scary Cave".

I have a fluent friend who is able to check my work for me and give me tips on hitting the correct tone (I was going for a comically casual feeling), so I'm confident that I'm expressing the feeling I'm intending. While Google is also hitting the same emotion, I really don't like knowing that it's assigning tone in the first place.

To check if it was editorializing based on informal grammatical choices, I formal'd up the writing to be more polite and remove any non-standard vocabulary.

What do you mean I'm just using the browser versi-

18+ (mdni), fem reader, threesome, reader has hair, profanity.

"F-Fuck! Tight fuckin' mouth!"

Sokka groaned, hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it. His eyes rolling back in his head.

You whimper around Sokka's cock, eyes glistening.

Zuko continued his brutal pace in you, his cock filling you up in every spot that you swear you could see stars in your vision.

"She feels so good...shit..."

You feel Sokka pressing your head down to take more of him, you try looking up at him and see him smirking down at you, sweat covered his toned body.

Zuko knows how to eat pussy

cw: explicit, squirting, riding Zuko’s face.

“Zuko—fuck—” you gasp, grabbing the headboard for balance as his tongue immediately drags a thick, wet stripe through your folds. He’s so fucking pussy drunk, eyes fluttering shut as his nose presses right against your clit while his tongue pushes inside you, fucking in and out in messy strokes.

You look down between your legs and the sight nearly ruins you—Zuko’s face shiny with your slick, cheeks flushed dark, hair a complete wreck from how hard you’re gripping it. His golden eyes crack open just enough to lock onto yours and he moans louder when he catches you staring.

“Ride my face,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak before diving right back in, tongue flattening to lap broad strokes through your folds. “C’mon, princess—use me. Ride me.”

Your hips start rolling on their own, grinding down against his tongue as he sucks and licks. “Zuko—right there—fuck—” You whine as you start riding him harder, smothering him with your soaked pussy.

His hands slide up to grip your ass, squeezing hard as he pulls you down even tighter against his mouth. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mumbles right against your clit, the words vibrating through you. He sucks the swollen bud between his lips, flicking his tongue fast and sloppy while you rock against his face. “Taste so fucking good… keep going, just like that.”

You’re practically bouncing on his tongue now, hips rolling in sloppy circles while he laps at you. You’re riding his face with zero shame now, “Zuko—I’m—fuck, I’m close—” you whimper, one hand fisting tighter in his hair while the other braces against the headboard.

Your juices are everywhere, coating his cheeks, his tongue, while his hands spread your ass wider, one thick finger teasing your tight little hole. Your thighs clamp around his head as you grind down one last time, gushing all over his tongue and chin.

“Fuck, princess,” he rasps when you finally slump forward, giving your slit one last soft kiss. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand but it doesn’t do much. “C’mere I wanna watch you ride my cock.”

You stare down at him, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. Your fingers are still tangled in his messy hair before lowering yourself onto his hard thick girth and begin to bounce.

There was one thing you did want to know though…and that was, “So Zuko, where’d you learn how to eat pussy like that?”

Yeah, there was no way he was gonna be able to talk himself outta this one.

Zuko loves fuckin’ you in a mating press

You’re on round four—no, five?—and you’ve completely lost count. The clock on the nightstand says it’s been almost three hours since you’d argued about who could last longer and Zuko first pushed you down onto his bed, taunting, “Let’s see how long you can keep up with me, princess.”

Turns out? Not as long as him.

Zuko’s still going like he could do this all night. Hell, like he could do this all week. Sweat’s dripping down his sculpted chest, black hair sticking to his forehead in messy strands.

His hips snap into you with the same relentless rhythm he started with. “Fuuuck, Z-Zuko—hnngh—slow down—ahh!” You’re gasping, nails digging into his shoulders as another orgasm makes your pussy clench tighter.

Your thighs are trembling around his waist, pussy clenching around his thick cock like it’s trying to milk him dry for the hundredth time tonight. Everything’s so wet—your slick, his cum from the last round, the squelches from your soaked pussy.

He laughs, leaning down to bite at your collarbone. “Aww, already tapping out? But you feel so good, princess. This pretty little pussy’s so wet.” He rolls his hips in a slow grind, dragging the head of his cock through your folds before thrusting again. “Look at you… all fucked out and still taking me so well. That’s my girl.”

You whine, head tossing back against the pillow. “I can’t—nghh—I’m gonna—again—!”

“Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock again?” He speeds up just enough to make you orgasm again. “Fuck I love you, baby. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”

He keeps going—switching positions whenever you think you’re about to pass out, using his stupidly endless stamina like it’s nothing. By the time the sky outside starts to lighten, you’ve cum so many times you’ve lost track, and Zuko’s finally starting to sound a little worn himself.

His hips lose their perfect rhythm as he chases his own release for what feels like the tenth time tonight. He thrusts hard, punctuating each word. “See? Told—you—we’d—have—fun.” as he continues to stroke into your overfilled, overstimulated slick pussy. “How about round six after a quick nap?”

You turn around to look at him, body sore from being folded every which way. “Zuko, no.”

“C’mon princess? What’s one more?”

esteemed prince zuko has a thing for cramming his cock inside you to the absolute hilt, so much so that his balls are squished against your ass and there's absolutely no more room for him to fit inside you even if he could, then rubs the swollen, heavy head of his cock against your womb, watching as each time he ruts his hips forward, a little indent forms in your tummy.

sometimes, he won't even thrust anymore, just keeps his cock inside you so you're forced to feel each of the dull throbs his cock gives and the veins lining his cock squished against your tender walls, while rolling his hips so your poor womb and his big tip kiss, as he likes to call it.

his favorite part is how your walls cling to him as he does it, how your pussy sucks him in and is firmly adamant in keeping him in place, especially when he just thrusts as is, no pulling back, just bucking his hips to force his cock deeper, deeper, deeper. even though there's no more space.

and when he does pull back a little, agonizingly slow and only halfway, he watches as your folds cling onto him, muscles wrapped tightly around his cock and tugging him back for more when he tries to move. he can't bear to move any more than halfway before he's thrustinng back in even slower than when he was pulling out, letting you feel every single inch stretching you out before he repeats that motion again and again until both of you cum. and afterwards, too. he won't stop until your poor pussy is overflowing with his load and leaking rivulets onto his sheets.

see more in my misc masterlist

Lucky you, Zuko’s got a huge cock

cw: explicit, creampie, whining to Zuko that youre tired of riding him.

You’re already panting, thighs burning as you bounce on his cock, it feels so good but you’re getting fkn tired. “Zuko fuck, I’m doing all the work again,” you huff, hips slowing just enough to make a point. Your hands press against his broad chest, nails digging in like that’ll make him move. “Can’t you—ngh—help a little?”

His gold eyes narrow at you as his big hands stay planted on your waist, but they don’t guide you. They just hold you there, thick cock buried deep, “That so?” He thrusts upward once. “Whining already, princess? Thought you wanted to ride me.”

You roll your hips once more, trying to prove something, but it comes out pathetic. His cock twitches inside you, fat and heavy, veins pulsing against your walls. God, it’s so good. Too good. But your legs are shaking and you’re tired and—

“Zuko, please—”

Big mistake.

In one smooth motion he flips you. Your back hits the mattress hard. Zuko looms over you as one massive hand pinning both your wrists above your head. “Princess,” he growls, free hand gripping your thigh and shoving it up toward your chest. The new angle forces his cock even deeper, the thick head bullying. “You wanna complain about doing all the work? Fine. I’ll do it.”

Zuko pulls back just enough for the fat head of his cock to catch at your pussy and then thrusts back in hard. “F-fuck—Zuko—!”

“Yeah?” He pulls back only to drive in again, hips snapping. Every thrust rocks your whole body, tits bouncing, “This what you wanted? Me doing all the fuckin’ work?”

You nod frantically, “Zuko—ahh—too much—slow down—!”

“Slow down?” He scoffs, hooking your leg over his shoulder driving in harder, “You were whining about doing nothing n’ now it’s too much? Tch.”

Sweat slicks your skin, your thighs trembling where he’s got you pinned. “Zuko—Zu—fuck, I’m—!” You whimper louder about to orgasm as the coarse hair at the base of his cock rubs against your swollen clit.

“C’mon then,” he growls, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Cum on my cock like the spoiled little slut you are. Make it loud for me, princess.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, mouth hanging open in a constant stream of loud, whimpering moans that get louder with every brutal thrust.

You’re a mess but Zuko just looks so fucking happy, that smug smirk never leaving his face. “Still wanna whine about doing all the work?” he asks, thumb brushing your bottom lip.

You shake your head weakly, utterly spent, a satisfied little whimper slipping out instead. You were a lucky girl, indeed.

summary: zuko's straight-forwardness in appreciating the attractive qualities of the lone stranger saved by aang has you curious on whether you could get him to spill on what he thinks of you. (no major movie spoilers)

pairing: firelord! zuko x reader

content: fluff, idiot zuko my love, mutual pining, firelord zuko 😞🙏

"He's very attractive." Zuko admits, eyes unblinking as he stares at the unconscious stranger.

The entire team whips their heads to stare at Zuko in unconcealed shock.

"What?" Zuko mutters, gaze lingering on the surprised expressions casted onto him, before eventually landing on yours. "He is. It's all in the bone structure."

You blink, unable to process his straight-forward words that landed on you like a gut punch. You've never considered it, the fact that Zuko also found others attractive.

It seems like a completely, silly notion now that the thought has verbalised itself in your mind. Of course Zuko would notice if others were considered attractive. Maybe it just never occurred to you in all your years of knowing him—of also finding him—

You clear your throat, forcing yourself to look away from his prying gaze, confusion alight in his eyes from your taken-aback expression.

If he's unconsciously considered the attractiveness of this stranger... has he ever—no, this should not be your priority. It doesn't matter what he thinks of you, it's not like it would change a thing. He's practically admitted it non-verbally through that monotonous admission of his, that a person's looks is assessed by him in a completely, impersonal standpoint.

Bone structure? You shouldn't be curious. Knowing Zuko, he might accidentally insult your structure if you asked.

synopsis . Overstim with your husband but he keeps accidentally setting things on fire because of it. content . afab!reader, masturbation (m!receiving), established relationship, improper use of fire bending(?), overstim, wife!reader, switching dynamics, bondage, pet names, nipple play (m!receiving), somewhat dom!reader, missionary, manhandling, etc.

“S-Shit,” Zuko huffed, hips insistent with their bucking as he uncontrollably drives the frustrated head of his weepy cock up into your hand.

You sat at his side with your eyes innocently watching as he fell apart entirely under your touch, “Does that feel good?”

He couldn't take his eyes off the way your fingers looked wrapped around his length, “Hhngh-, fuck.. So good,” He huffs, admiring how perfectly you jerked him off and struggling greatly with the bit of rope neatly tied around his wrists—which are positioned behind his back. “D-Don’t stop. Please.”

You squeeze at his base and feel how his veins pulse ‘n twitch against your palm, the tip of his cock a flushed shade of tanned red.

Then your gaze flicked up and you caught the way he threw his head back, letting the long, loose strands of his silky hair flutter all elegantly with the motion. There was certainly nothing more endearing than watching the fire lord come undone before you like this.

A slopped mess of slick cum keeps your hand steady with its slippery motions up 'n down his dick, his balls aching and heavy with need to release yet another load into your palm. You grin before silently leaning forward, letting your lips press into his chest all lightly as you hear him struggle with whines and grunts.

“Ah, your hand is always-, shit… s-s’soft..” Zuko mumbled, his abs tensing at the feel of your touch. Without warning, he nearly whimpers at the sensation of your lips cupping his nipple. “Oh God-,” Your husband's breathing tangles up in his throat, “Wait-, fuck.. Y’know I’m sensitive there, wait—“

“Mmnh..” You hum delightedly against him and let your hands pace quicken against his cock, feeling the entirety of his body heat up for a moment before he begins to twitch all over the place, his wrists fighting against the restraints keeping them in place.

This whole thing had been his idea. He'd asked you time and time again to tie him up and do whatever you want to him, but just like all the times in the past where this has been tried—he never seems to last too long before-

The smell of fumes hit your nose.

ᦸ pornstar!choso as a boyfriend ⸝⸝ art by @torucider ⸝⸝ not proofread

pornstar!choso doesn't care whatsoever that he could 'feasibly' fuck any porn star he wanted to & get away with 'sanctioned cheating,' as some of his co-stars so disgustingly put it.

He'd rejected multiple girls, coworker or not—going out of his way to talk to HR about feeling uncomfortable ever doing a professional shoot with those who expressed sexual or romantic interest in him—before & after you two got together, making it very clear he is happily in a relationship.

pornstar!choso doesn't say it makes him uncomfortable if you watch one of his films, but it's kind of obvious he doesn't enjoy the thought of you seeing him working like that, with his awkward jokes about how he does a much better job with his actual girlfriend than just some actress.

Which is true; when he's with you, there's no script, no pretending; he can just be in the moment, feel completely comfortable with being vocal & free of a dozen crew telling him how to 'screw better.'

pornstar!choso hates it whenever someone questions either of you about how you could feel comfortable being his girlfriend. Even more so when it comes from others at his agency—he knew it would happen, but the fact that his girlfriend has to be put on the spot on how she could ever like someone like him is a gut punch.

But he's always grateful when you answer without hesitation that a boyfriend's job doesn't affect a relationship—a relationship should be built on how two people treat & care for each other.

pornstar!choso can only imagine how it must feel knowing he'd been inside another woman mere hours ago, so every time he gets home, he makes it very clear he only has room for you in his heart.

He's still affectionate & attentive, no matter how tired work made him. If it's cooking you dinner, showering with you, just listening to you talk about your day while you both get unready from the day, or just sitting together.

pornstar!choso is extremely private & open about your relationship in interviews—he'll gush about how loving the relationship is & how very happy he is with you but never goes into any explicit detail about anything.

The most anyone's ever got out of him is how he met you & that it felt like 'time stopped' the moment your eyes met.

pornstar!choso took things pretty slow in your relationship. Opting to make sure you were both clear about what you wanted, where the relationship could go & if you were even a good match before it got serious.

It's a good thing he did, because it ended up making the relationship very healthy & strong from the get-go. Honesty & communication are very big roles in the relationship, making it a safe space without judgment.

pornstar!choso is, without a single doubt, amazing in bed—he's a porn star, for fuck's sake. He knows how to fuck & takes his sweet time learning every little thing that makes you tick.

Howdy, darling! This is such a cute prompt🥹🥹yes I absolutely can write this for you! Thanks for your time ♡ I hope you enjoy!

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The one with the...what?

Fluff: Established Relationship-Alcina Dimitrescu | Feminine Reader

[WC:1,726]

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The wind howled past you like an angry wolf,

each snow flake bit at your skin with frozen teeth.

You could hardly see, your only source of vision being from your hand held flashlight.

The bag on your back was the reason for your journey, a shipment of Bulgarian grapes your lover planned to turn into wine. To Alcina, these fruits were simply unattainable had it not been for you. She couldn't leave the village, and she didn't trust anyone else with such foreign specialty.

Though she didn't like the danger brought with the trip, you were employed as an explorer way before you and her met. Your job was often to work with the Duke in the business of around the world goods. Whatever he needed stocked, he'd give you the money needed and send you off to handle the terrains his carriage couldn't take him. In a sense, you were the bird in between.

You assured Alcina that you'd be fine, you had traveled worse roads and been lost in more terrifying environments.

You, however, should've known better than to assume the weather. Your past experiences should've warned you that an unexpected blizzard would be highly possible; especially in Romania. Sudden temperature drops were fairly common, and snow wasn't unusual. Though, had you thought it out a little better, you would've waited the night out in shelter.

Regardless, you pushed through on the faint trail you'd grown to recognize. You've been to Castle Dimitrescu many times for deliveries, those of which being how you and Alcina were introduced in the first place.

Your thick jacket was littered in snow, your hair basically painted white. You most certainly couldn't feel your fingertips anymore, despite the wool gloves that clung around them. Each wrong step on a broken branch or an unseen hole in the ground caused a sore ache to your ankles and feet. What time was it, even? Late enough for sundown, of course. Though the exact time you weren't sure. You just knew it had been all day of traveling, only occasionally stopping for breaks when needed.

The broken, mossy pillars of Castle Dimitrescu finally came into your near view. An audible sigh of relief escaped, causing a white cloud of cold air to form around your mouth.

When the large, steel door, embedded with Alcina's family logo swung open with a creek; you shook yourself off by the entrance as much as possible, not wanting to bring in the cold, wet snow and risk damaging one of the daughter's flies.

You walked into the large hall, past the swirling staircase, through the dark dining room, and eventually out of the other door. The courtyard felt horrendous now that you had felt the warm heater inside the castle. Your bones begged for a break, your nose sniffling.

Opening the next set of double, wooden doors that were hidden in a corner of the courtyard, your skin tingled walking into the heated space once more.

You silently cursed any God that would listen for Alcina having so many stairs in her quarters,

You even had to sit down and simply breathe for a second. You'd been traveling for days, to the border of Romania and back into the old city. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it for Alcina…and the paycheck helped too.

You looked up the stairs, it was just a little further. Just a little more and you'd finally be able to see Alcina again. The distance was tortuous. You were more than happy to be back. You'd get to sleep in a familiar bed; you reckoned she'd even let you sleep in tomorrow.

And that isn't to mention she'd be thrilled to see you, Alcina was always more clingy than she let on. Plus, she's been anticipating her package, she'd been thrilled with your diligence and your delivery.

Those thoughts alone were enough to power you once more. You stood up, readjusted your bag, and ignored every burn in your joints. You began to pretty much count every single step.

At the top, your breath was heavier, more panting.

Your knuckles were cracking as your shaky hand knocked on her large, brown door. You heard Alcina groan from inside, no doubt she assumed it was unwanted company: such as a maid. The lock clicked once, the wood screeching across the floor; leaving a faint scratch mark.

Alcina's golden eyes widened upon looking down at you, her face honoring the unimaginable soft expression she reserved for only you.

“My, you've made it back.” Her voice was a mixture of disbelief and strange emotions that she struggled to name.

You were so tiny standing in front of her, though your pride was bigger than the world. You nodded happily, holding your chin up as you took the bag from your back.

“Yep! And I've brought your order. Safe and sound.” You unzipped the first layer to reveal fresh, contained green and purple grapes.

Alcina beamed, a small laugh following. Her large hand was placed on your shoulder, she used it to guide you into her room. Her opposite hand reached out to take the bag from your hold.

“You've done wonderfully, my little traveler.”

She picked up one of the blankets from a nearby basket, wrapping the warm cotton around your frame. You sighed, grabbing each end and pulling it tighter around you.

“You're nearly frozen solid. Did you not anticipate the storm?”

You didn't know if the warmth on your cheeks was from Alcina or from the burn of the cold. You shook your head, a slight shiver running down your spine, “I didn't. I thought it would be a clear night.”

She hummed, setting the grapes down on the table, and gesturing towards the couch for you to sit. Her long legs made quick strides to the fireplace in the corner, she knelt to coo it to life.

When the embers struck into orange flames, Alcina walked to sit beside you, her arm instantly wrapping around your body; pulling you flushed against her.

“Silly girl, I suppose I'll just have to warm you.”

You hummed, tilting your head to look up at her, “A warm bath would be nice.”

Alcina smiled down at you, shaking her head, “No, I was thinking more like..” her hand came up to cradle your cheek, her face leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead, “..that.”

You immediately froze, your eyes widening. Your mouth opened and closed, much like a fish out of water. Your words came out in incoherent stutters, Alcina simply kissed your mouth to hush you.

She then kissed the corner of your lips, your rosey cheeks, your bright red nose and your sparkling eyes. You were finding it increasingly harder to breathe with every touch she granted.

Alcina's hand slipped from your cheek to your chest, feeling how rapidly your heart was beating.

“So flustered by just a few kisses?” She teased, pulling back to admire her work; your face was already so covered with her smudged, red lipstick, “Mortals are so easy to please.”

When you didn't respond with words, only that cheesy smile hanging from your lips, her amusement grew, “I ought to keep going, then.”

Alcina did, relentlessly.

Her lips were attaching to each piece of your face, your body slumping even further into her hold. At one point, the blanket that was wrapped around you had fallen off; pooling around your waist. Alcina momentarily stopped her soft attacks to readjust it back around your shoulders, her gloved hands making work to ensure the material was tucked beneath your arms .

When you were bundled up again, Alcina reached over to the coffee table, grabbing a spare lipstick that laid on top. She reapplied her classic red, her lips continuing their mission happily.

You could've sworn you saw stars. Soft giggles and that goofy smile never wearing from you. In a way, it was working; she was warming you up. Just more in a shy manner than with actual heat.

“Do you feel better?” She asked in that rich tone that never failed to melt you. Her eyes carefully scanned over your face, admiring how good her smudged color looked on your skin. Her eyes met your half-lidded ones, the look of pure bliss spreading on your face,

“Nnnngh..”

Alcina's eyebrow quickly arched, her head tilting, much to resemble a confused puppy, “What?”

“Nngh..mmm”

“Darling, what-”

You nuzzled your cold nose into her neck, causing a shiver to respond in her body. You cut her off with your alien-like noises, resulting in her eyebrows furrowing. Was this..normal?

“Mmmmm”

Alcina pursed her lips, her hand patting your back in a soothing way. Each little connection her hand made earned a soft grunt for you. It was almost comical how malfunctioning you were, “Perhaps we ought to get you in the bed.”

“Mm!” That one sounded very grumpy, it even shook your shoulders. Alcina froze, not wanting to disturb you further. You kept huffing, though she couldn't figure out what it was you wanted.

Eventually, you sighed, your hand shooting out from the blanket containing you, landing directly on her face. Alcina made an undignified sound for a woman so regal, she instinctively tried to pull away from your grasp.

Instead, you lifted your head from her neck, using your grip to shove her face against the side of your cheek.

Alcina stared for a moment, though she quickly smiled when she figured out what you were asking for. She puckered her lips, pulling you close into her lap and kissing all over your face once more.

You sighed happily, your eyes fluttering shut.

“You're spoiled.” She whispered against your nose, her hands holding either side of your waist to keep you steady.

You responded in yet another unknown noise, one that she couldn't begin to describe.

Alcina kept kissing you softly until your breathing evened out. She felt oddly thankful for her size, as its added strength made you easy to lift. She carried you to the bed, ensuring you were cuddled securely beneath the blankets.