repost because my dumbass accidentally deleted this while i was tryna edit it 😭
Your lungs felt as though they were to explode as you ran through Fragment West, clutching your Alternator which only had twenty-five rounds left.
Today was “Duos-Day”, you had been paired with Lifeline, but she was long gone.
It was just you now, and for some godforsaken reason, Bloodhound was out for your head.
Perhaps it was due to you to shamelessly teasing them on the dropship, but you didn’t expect them to be this ruthless.
You had found yourself a comfortable little rat spot to heal up in the nearest building, counting the seconds as you heard a plethora of footsteps cascade around you.
You tried to listen to the heavy sound of Bloodhound’s boots. Being in the Games as long as you were, you’ve learned to differentiate most legend’s footsteps.
Revenant, Ash, Pathfinder, and Octane were the easiest as they all had robotic legs - though, they were difficult to tell apart from each other.
Loba, of course had her heals. Larger legends such as Gibraltar and Caustic had heavier footsteps. Being the tiniest legend, Wraith was at the opposite end with quite gentle, soft footsteps; and Horizon had no sound to her steps at all.
Mirage tended to stomp around a lot due to his clones and his general clumsiness. Then, there were those like Lifeline, Wattson, or Crypto who didn’t have a specific sound to their steps.
Now, Bloodhound’s were quite heavy, not the kind of heavy like Gibraltar or Caustic, just their boots having this specific sound. Sometimes, it sounded similar to Maggie, but Maggie recklessly ran a lot more than Bloodhound who took careful steps.
It was still hard to tell, especially in tense situations such as these but you tried your best.
Click clack click clack.
Loba was near.
The sound of jetpacks… Valkyrie must be with her. Was that the sound of a smoke launcher? Oh God, Bangalore was a pain to deal with.
Soom enough, the obnoxiously loud sound of Revenant’s death totem and Octane’s jump pad were heard then a wild flurry of shooting.
You were a bit relieved as that meant you could take more time to heal, loot, and potentially get away.
Then, all your hopes were crushed in an instant when the terrifying sound of Bloodhound’s scan filled your ears.
Shit! You were immediately on your feet, not caring about the party happening upstairs as you ran out of that building like some desperate, wild animal.
To make your terror worse, Bloodhound let out their blood curdling battle scream, now undoubtedly in Beast Mode.
Shit, shit, shit, shit! Using their ult just for me? They must be pissed as hell! You felt as though you were to cry.
Their breathing drew closer and closer, you knew you were only able to outrun them so much.
It was only a matter of minutes until they caught up with you, landing a clean headshot to break your armour and send you tumbling to your knees in pain.
”Fuck!” You shouted, clutching the spot where they had hit.
”Seems like I have finally found you, bráõ mína. How difficult you have been…”
You laughed nervously, giving the hunter your best pleading eyes.
”Bloodhound, listen—.”
Bloodhound placed their gun, a rather intimidating Wingman under your chin.
You gulped, “Um… I’m sorry, okay? I-I didn’t mean harm by teasing you…”
“You were misbehaving, Y/N. I cannot forgive you for that.” Bloodhound tilted your head upwards with the gun.
Gods, they were terrifyingly hot.
“How about… in exchange for you not blowing my brains out right now, we… go into that building and I could, y’know…”
You couldn’t read Bloodhound’s expression or body language with the mask and their still form, but you assumed - or hoped - they were thinking about it.
“I know you’re still hot and bothered from the dropship! I could suck your cock or we could just fuck! I’ll allow you to do it with no condom…” You offered.
”How tempting,” Bloodhound said. “However, punishment is due. See you in. bit, bràõ mína.”
Before you could say anything, Bloodhound pulled the trigger and down you went.
You had woken up in the respawn room along with the rest of the eliminated legends. They said their usual words of “good try” and “oh, you were so close”.
A finishing blow with the Wingman was always brutal as it left the spot stinging for ages, even if it wasn’t technically real.
And of course, Bloodhound won. Usually, you’d be happy for them, but all you could think about was how to get back at them.
It was at the after party when you got a mischievous idea.
You would probably come to regret this.
Walter Fitzroy, better known as “Fuse” was drinking away, having a jolly old time.
He was old. Very old. Old yet so, so attractive. He had this natural sexiness to him, the forbidden kind with his age. Oh, but you knew he was experienced…
So, with confidence in your stride, you sat down next to him.
Fuse looked pleasantly surprised, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
”Oh, I don’t know… just wanted to congratulate you for second place.”
”Hah, well thanks. I would congratulate you too, but…”
You cringed at the thought, at your utter failure, “Bloodhound can be ruthlessly terrifying when they want to be.”
”Tell me ‘bout it. I thought our friendship would soften ‘em up a lil! But Houndy is Houndy.”
“Yep…” You saw Fuse’s hand sitting on the table. “Off topic, but your hands are huge.” You gently grab it with both of yours.
Fuse chuckled, “Ya flirtin’ with me, girlie?”
You shook your head and gave him wide, doe eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” You slide your hand up his muscular arm.
”I might be an old dog, but I ain’t dumb, sweetheart. Now, what’s a fine young lady like yourself flirtin’ with old man Fusey for? Don’t ya already have Houndy?”
You gestured for him to get closer, Fuse did so as he took another swig.
”Bloodhound did me wrong in the Games today, so I want payback.” You whispered.
”Ya cheeky girl, an’ here I was thinkin’ you were innocent!” Fuse laughed. “Fine, I’ll help ya with this.”
”You will?” You were surprised.
”Why not?” Fuse said as he slung his arm around you.
Your heart skipped a beat, “What do you always say? ‘Cheers very much?’ “
Fuse laughed aloud then whispered, “Don’t look now, but Houndy’s got their eyes on ya,” Into your ear. “Wanna drink, sweetie?”
”But, didn’t your lips touch—.”
Fuse winked at you, and your heart skipped a beat again.
Carefully, you took the beer bottle with both hands and put it to your lips. You didn’t taste anything but the usual alcohol, but the mere thought of an indirect kiss had your heart pounding.
“Taste good?” Gods, his voice was so rough, so scratchy.
”Yes,” You said as you leaned back on his arm. “How’s Bloodhound looking?”
”Well I don’t have the power to see through that damned mask of theirs, but they’ve been staring daggers towards this direction.”
”Mission accomplished,” You said. I wonder how far I can push them…
Just then, a mischievous idea came into your mind, “Well, I’ll be heading out now.” You started to get up.
Fuse took his arm off you, “Right then, I’m happy to—.”
You planted a quick kids on his cheek which at a certain angle - the angle Bloodhound was watching you like a hawk from - it looked like one on the lips.
“See you.” You stood, patting the old man on the shoulder.
You looked towards Bloodhound’s direction and boldly strode towards them. They were standing there, arms crossed and wearing a black turtleneck which hugged their body magnificently.
They grabbed your arm, “Was that to spite me?” Their accent and rough tome of voice was enough to make you melt.
You kept your calm however, “Maybe…”
”You even kissed Walter.”
”On the cheek.”
”That is not how it looked like to me.”
“Well, that’s what it was.”
Their face was covered, but you knew you were getting under their skin.
“Come with me.” Bloodhound grabbed you harshly by the wrist and dragged you off.
Your heart raced with excitement. Bloodhound’s jealousy, even possessiveness was incredibly arousing. Scary, but arousing.
They slammed you against the wall, keeping their masked face just inches from yours. Their knee snuck its way between your legs, having easy access to your panties as you were wearing a skirt.
“What’re you gonna do to me, Hound?”
“If you wish to behave as a toy, then I shall treat you as such, hóra.”
You wrapped your arms around their broad shoulders, “Come on then.” You kissed the intricate mouthpiece to their mask.
Bloodhound pulled you back by your hair then shoved you onto your knees with such force you winced slightly.
They ran their fingers through your hair before grabbing it so your scalp burned and pushed it towards their crotch.
”You know what to do,” They urged your head forward. Your hands went upwards, about to pull their pants down, but they stopped you. “Nei, ástin mín, no hands.”
Oh, come on… You put your hands behind your back and lean in, taking the worn, bronze metal within your teeth.
You struggled slightly, of course, but get it down eventually as you are used to Bloodhound’s sadism. When you finished, Bloodhound pat you on the head before they pulled their pants down.
When they were in their black briefs, you used your hands to pull out their cock.
Bloodhound had quite a length to their cock. It wasn’t overly big, but definitely not small, either. There were veins pulsating through it and a trimmed bush of hair above.
You wrap your lips around their tip, Bloodhound groaned slightly as they put their hand behind your head and slowly push their cock down your throat.
”Breathe, elskan, breathe.” They urged, you did as told.
They kept pushing your head until their entire cock was sheathed inside your throat.
“Are you able to continue? Because I will not be gentle.”
You nodded, Bloodhound hummed in response as they slowly guided your head off their cock before slamming it in ruthlessly.
You made a loud, strained noise as their cock hit the back of your throat.
“Guõ minn góõur, ástin mín.” Bloodhound threw their head back and held you in place.
To tease them ever so slightly, you hummed so that gentle vibrations shot up their cock.
Bloodhound groaned as they moved your head, using your mouth as if it were a toy.
At least they kept their word… You thought aimlessly. Bloodhound didn’t let you rest for a moment as they constantly had their cock sliding in and out of your mouth.
You knew they were getting close when their grip on your hair grew particularly hard, holding it in a ponytail.
They finally came in your mouth with one, final thrust.
“Swallow everything,” They said, you nodded with slightly teary eyes. “See what happens if you even waste a drop.”
Their dick finally pulled out of your mouth, you kept it firmly shut, however as you waited for their command.
”Good girl, so obedient for my order,” Bloodhound praised, they put their thumb on your chin and slowly opened it. “What a sight it is to see you on your knees, my love. I wonder what the sponsors and fans would think if they saw you this way.”
They slowly slid their thumb down, just enough for you to gag as you tried your best not to swallow.
Even with their mask, you knew they were thoroughly enjoying this. You could practically see their scarred lips twist into a smirk.
”Swallow.”
You did as told, but Bloodhound’s thumb still semi-gagging you made you slip up and choke. You only managed to swallow a bit as you coughed the rest out.
Shit.
Bloodhound knelt in front of you, “Now what did I say about swallowing, elskan?”
You gulped, It was your fault! You tripped me up! You wanted to say. “Um—.”
”Stand.” They said, but ended up forcing you, anyway.
They lifted your dress, exposing your panties for their greedy eyes. You tried to cover yourself out of instinct, but Bloodhound slapped you.
”Hands up.” Bloodhound said, you complied with stars practically in your eyes.
Their fingers pulled on the waistband, before pulling them down. Instead of fingering you or pleasuring your pussy, however, they flipped you around so your ass was on display for them.
Bloodhound got close enough so that you could hear their laboured breathing through the mask.
”Count to fifteen.” They said before smacking your ass.
”Ah!” You grunted. “O-One… fuck…”
With each slap, both Bloodhound’s strength and the red mark where their hand had made contact grew.
At number ten, you had begun to cry, “Eleven…” You whined, cheek pressing up against the wall.
”Is it too much?” It was supposed to be sympathetic, but it came off as condescending.
Whatever it was, it was hot. So, you sniffled and shook your head.
”That is what I thought. Do not fret, elskan, we are almost there”
All you could do was sniffle again.
Before Bloodhound could continue, the door swung open and in came a booming, heavily accented voice.
”Aye, you kids gotta hurry back, the others are startin’ to wonder-,” It had took Fuse a whopping ten seconds before he saw the scene and nearly dropped the bottle in his hand. “My word.”
“Walter.” Bloodhound greeted, a bit stunned but calm nonetheless.
”Fuse!” You were a lot more surprised.
”Awe, geez, my bad, I’ll just—.”
”No,” Bloodhound said, leaving both you and Fuse surprised. “Stay for a moment, Walter.”
”Hound..?” You whisper, looking up at their eyes - or what you presumed to be their eyes.
Fuse was also a bit skeptical, but wandered over regardless. You could tell he was trying not to stare at your bare ass and keep his eye solely on Bloodhound.
”So, uh… Houndy! What… what uh, can I do ya for?”
”I have a favour, actually, Walter. As my good friend.”
”Which is..?”
Bloodhound straightened your back and dragged you over so that you were between them and Fuse.
”Are you free to join us?”
”Join ya?”
”Join us?”
Naturally, the two of you were both equally flabbergasted, but intrigued.
“Is that ‘right with ya, pup?”
You bit your lip in thought. Seriously, a threesome? You didn’t even know Bloodhound would allow such a thing with their possessiveness.
That wasn’t to say you didn’t want it by any means…
“I wouldn’t be against it…” You said coyly.
”Attagirl,” Fuse said and slapped your ass. “Can I kiss you?” He brushed his thumb over your lips.
”Yes.”
”Houndy?”
“You may.”
”Righto.”
Fuse brought your lips to his, you giggled slightly as his thick moustache tickled your mouth.
Just like Bloodhound, Fuse put his fingers through your hair, making you stay firmly in place as he deepened the kiss by shoving his tongue in.
As Fuse frenched you, Bloodhound went to work on your pussy. They lifted your dress once more and took off their gloves before rubbing your sensitive clit.
You yelped, jumping out of Fuse’s arms for a moment before he immediately ground you again, kissing you even harder than before.
Your body was frozen in place, Bloodhound working their fingers into your pussy and Fuse shoving his tongue down your throat. At a certain point, Fuse slipped his metal hand under your bra and pinched one of your nipples.
”Ah!”
”Ah, so you’re sensitive ‘ere, huh, pup?” Fuse pinched it even harder; the sensation and coolness of his metal fingers made another high-pitched moan escape your throat.
Bloodhound joined in soon after, putting your other nipple between their index and middle finger then twisting it around.
The sensitive jolts of pleasure rushing from your nipples and throughout your body made you even wetter. Bloodhound chuckled lowly.
”You should feel how wet she is, Walter.”
“Don’t mind if I do then.” Fuse used his free hand to join Bloodhound on your pussy.
You gripped Fuse’s shoulders as both legends pried your tight hole open, working in unison to spread it as they thumbed your throbbing clit.
”Ah, ah, oh, fuck…” You breathed, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head.
Wet, squelching noises came from your pussy as their fingers thrusted in and out at the same time - all whilst they rubbed the other parts of your vagina.
Bloodhound put their mouthpiece next to your ear, “Do you feel like coming, Y/N?”
”Oh, God, yes please!” You nearly screamed.
“How badly do you want it?”
”So, so bad, Hound…” You whined.
They just let out a breath of acknowledgment and sped up their fingers, Fuse did the same.
Finally, you came on both their fingers with a long, drawn out moan as your back arched. Intense, almost mind-numbing pleasure shook your entire body to its core. Your pussy still throbbed from the aftermath of it all as you pathetically clung into both legends for dear life.
Bloodhound lifted your chin, ”It is our turn now, don’t you think, Walter?”
Fuse chuckled, “Well, I mean, if ya insist, Houndy. Be rude of me if I said no,” He said. “How ‘bout ya, pup?”
”Well…” You breathed. “It’d only be fair, no?”
“Do not worry, we will be gentle.”
They were in fact, not gentle.
You were currently on your hands and knees with Bloodhound in your still sensitive pussy and Fuse with his cock deep down your throat.
“Mmm… ah, ah, ah!” You shamelessly moaned onto Fuse’s cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head - honestly, it was a miracle how nobody had walked in yet.
Then, Fuse suddenly pulled out, and you looked at him in a dazed confusion.
“Wha-.”
Fuse hushed you by grabbing ahold of your neck and force you to look into his eye. He smirked as he saw your struggling face.
”What a lucky ‘lil bastard ya are, Houndy. Can’t believe ya got such a fine catch.”
Bloodhound chuckled to themselves, “She is quite beautiful, yes.” They harshly thrust into you, making your body lurch into Fuse.
“Ey, Houndy, why don’t we… shake things up a bit?”
”Change it? How so?”
Fuse smirked and motioned for Bloodhound to pull out. They did, a wet, lewd noise coming as they did so.
”Right, pup, now I’m gonna have ya lay down on that table,” Fuse said before picking you up bridal style and gently placing you on your back. “Houndy, ya wanna take the front or back?”
”Back.” Bloodhound answered indifferently.
”Righto,” Fuse took his place at your mouth. “Ready, pup?”
Bloodhound also aligned their cock to your dripping pussy.
”Yes…”
“Good girl.” Fuse ruffled your hair affectionately.
Your face went embarrassingly red, Fuse noticed this and laughed.
”Ya like it when I call you a good girl?”
You didn’t want to answer, Bloodhound did for you, however.
”It is her favourite pet name.”
”Awe, well ain’t that sweet. Is that why you’re so obedient, pup? ‘Cause you wanna be praised?”
You didn’t answer again, so Fuse put his metal arm around your neck. He didn’t choke you, just kept it there as a threat.
”Y-Yes…”
”Yes what?”
”I… I’m obedient because I want to be called a good girl…” You were blushing like crazy.
“Ya gonna melt me ol’ heart with how sweet ya are, pup.” Fuse took his arm away and instead rubbed your cheek.
His hand slowly migrated from your red cheek to your mouth where Fuse opened it slightly, exploring the depths before shoving his fingers in. Those thick fingers were soon replaced by his cock reentering you.
On the other end, Bloodhound also easily slipped their cock right back in.
Gods, you felt so full. Both their cocks stretched you so wonderfully, so beautifully.
Bloodhound gripped your hips as they thrusted into you, letting out these guttural groans every time they hit your womb. Fuse opted to use your mouth by pulling it in and out of his cock via your hair - it was almost eerie how he and Bloodhound used such similar techniques.
In the middle of it all, you were an absolute mess. A total disaster.
Tears of either bliss, pleasure, or equal amounts of both fell from your cheeks.
Being with Bloodhound for as long as you did, they knew the exact spot that would send little yelps out of you every time. Normally, they would only hit it every few thrusts, but today, they hit it spot on every single time.
You could feel every muscle stretching as Bloodhound used your pussy, the lewd sound of skin slapping and squelching filling the room. You would be a loud, moaning mess if Fuse’s cock wasn’t gagging you.
You knew Bloodhound was having a grand time when they begun to ramble in Icelandic.
”Guõ minn góõur elskan, þér líõur svo stórkostlega…” The grip on your hips grew tighter.
Fuse threw his head back and laughed, “Dunno what ya just said, mate, but I feel ya.”
Both legends’ breathing went from slightly laboured to near panting as they drew closer to an orgasm.
Eventually, Bloodhound pulled out and came all over your stomach, their breathing prominent through the mask.
Fuse on the other hand, stayed and spilled his entire load into your mouth.
You felt his large hand tip your jaw so it remained closed as his cum stayed in your mouth.
”Now I want ya to swallow everythin’, okay?” Fuse said as he let your jaw go.
You nodded and swallowed his load whole before your muscles relaxed from exhaustion.
”Attagirl, I knew you could do it. Ya did so well, don’t ya think so, Houndy?”
”Very well.” Bloodhound panted, slightly leaning against the wall.
They leaned over and helped you sit up. Your pussy still had this intense throb from Bloodhound’s ruthless cock and your mouth still faintly tasted of Fuse’s cum.
Bloodhound undid the mouthpiece to their mask and kissed you. Their lips were quite chapped and their thick scars rubbed against you, but you didn’t mind whatsoever.
You just softly grabbed their cheek and put your tongue into their mouth, they did the same.
Bloodhound was the one who pulled away and gave you one final kiss on the nose before putting their mouthpiece back on.
”Well, ain’t ya two sweet.” Fuse gushed.
”I appreciate your compliment, Walter,” Bloodhound said then offered their hand to you. “Why don’t we rejoin the others?”
You took their hand and hopped off, you immediately fell into their arms as you had underestimated how week your legs were.
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Summary: Emily begged Sera to at least visit her friend, Charlie Morningstar, for a few hours, but Sera was concerned about her lack of protection. You happened to have just gotten out of the counsel meeting with them and proposed the idea of you joining her. With a reluctant agreement from the high seraphim, you boh journeyed to the world of the damned, accidentally crashing into the princesses interview with the Media Overlord– a charming man who became a whimpering mess under your touch.
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“Please, Sera! There is so much I need to tell her! Especially with Sir Pentious being redeemed! Oh, she’s gonna be so happy-”
“Emily,” Sera said sternly, “I cannot let you go down there with no one to protect you should you need it! We don’t know how the sinners will react if they saw you in there alone! For all we know they could kill you!”
The smaller seraphim frowned, twisting her fingers to hide her outward reaction of frustration. Ever since Pentious had shown up at the pearly gates, Sera has been more cautious than necessary. She posted retired exorcists at the gates and cracks around the walls of the city. Her need to keep things orderly was beginning to grate on Emily’s nerves.
What happened in the counsel room only a few moments ago had everyone agitated. No one could come to a conclusive agreement on how to handle Pentious and any other sinner who would eventually be redeemed. The angels inside that spiralling tower couldn’t seem to fathom that sinners could even be redeemed at all. Pentious’ arrival had everyone up in arms, talking unrealistically about cutting Heaven off from Hell all together.
You happened to be the only one who didn’t speak up throughout the whole meeting. Your watchful gaze scoured the crowd of angels for insight on their actual feelings. Many believed this as a sign of war between the two opposing realms, while others whispered to their fellow friends about how this could be the start of something new. Something that could benefit both parties should the leaders of Hell adhere to it as well.
Walking out of that stuffy tower meant you straggled behind the last of the angels. Your ears picked up on the hushed conversation between a pouting Emily and a worried Sera. You could faintly make out Emily’s pleas to go see her friend in Hell, but Sera’s irritated sigh made Emily quiet down.
“I could go with her, Seraphim. Surely an archangel is enough protection for our little seraphim, hm?” You smiled prettily, hoping the two wouldn’t catch on to your own desires of going to the underworld. Sera could be oblivious to a lot of people's feelings, so you knew she’d never pick up on your desperation if it wasn’t spoken outright. Emily was a different story. She seemed to do well with observing how people truly felt, and if she knew anything– though you already knew she did– she didn’t tell Sera about it.
The tall angel only looked at you, releasing a long breath as she mulled over your proposition. She knew you would protect Emily at any cost. Your angelic powers could rival that of Lucifer’s, but where he could not do harm to his own people, you could incinerate a crowd of sinners right where they stood. In heavy reluctance on her part, Sera nodded once to show she’d finally agreed if you were to go with.
You opened the golden portal, Emily going through first, but you were stopped by Sera grabbing your wrist. Her eyes held concern as she pleaded, “Please make sure she stays within the hotel. I cannot trust anyone outside of it more than what I do with the ones who reside there already.”
“Of course, Sera. I’d never let any harm come to Emily. We will see you when she is ready to come home.” A few hours wasn’t enough for Emily. Her need to tell every tiny detail made sure of that. So you left Sera with that last sentence so she knew you’d come back when Emily was done speaking to Charlie. The two of you knew painfully well how descriptive Emily was when it came to things she loved.
Stepping through the portal, you nearly bumped into a stiff Emily who looked at the scene before her. Charlie sat rigidly in the plush chair she’d set up in the lobby, her hands clutching onto the arms with a silent fury at the man in front of her. A boom mic extended down to capture every word she’d say, a camera set up on a tripod that was close enough to get both her and the interviewer in the frame.
Your eyes drifted to see a smirking sinner with a television for a head. His suit fit him nicely, accentuating his broad chest and tiny waistline, the deep blue color making him look better than you’d ever admit outloud. He had gorgeous heterochromatic eyes and the pixelated scar running through the right side of his screen made him all the more alluring to you.
Charlie stood up abruptly, glowering at the arrogant man, poking a finger in his direction. “You are so infuriating! Did you not just hear what I said about-”
Emily broke from her stupor, flying over to Charlie with a hesitant smile. “Hey, Charlie! Are we interrupting or..?”
The princess gasped with excitement, bringing the seraphim into a bone-crushing hug. Vox sat back with stunned amazement. With all the bullshit the princess had spouted just minutes ago, he didn't anticipate the arrival of one in the midst of the interview. He genuinely thought she was bluffing, but here she stood hugging the angel like she was her lifeline.
In his peripherals he caught a glimpse of another being who’d come through the golden portal. His eyes found another angel, but this one was different. She felt different. The air around her let off a warming comfort, embracing him like the first few days of summer. Her robe touched the floor, a symbol stitched into the front that depicted a caduceus, and all six wings spread out in their full glory. Golden, shining, and so otherworldly that it almost felt wrong to look at them– at her.
You tilted your head at Emily, raising a brow in a playful gesture. She giggled, pulling back from Charlie and flying over to where you hovered idly. Her hand took yours, guiding you over to the princess she had befriended at the last major counsel meeting, and introduced you to her.
“This is one of my good friends! Actually, she’s more like Sera’s friend, but ya know. Anyway! She’s from, like, way up top in the angel hierarchy! One of the only archangel’s that willingly come down to mingle with all of us in the city!” You grinned sheepishly at Emily’s praise, bowing forward and introducing yourself to both the princess and the overlord. The minute you rose fully, you caught Emily’s gleaming eyes, pointedly ignoring her in turn for Charlie’s questions.
“You are so pretty! And those wings! Oh my gosh, did you know my dad when he was up there? Wait! What powers do you have? Every angel is different, right?” She fired one after another, her cloven feet clicking against the hardwood floor to show her enthusiasm to have you in her presence.
You chuckled, “Thank you, Princess Morningstar. Yes, I did know your father. In fact, he was the only one out of us four that would teach me how to control my blessings. He is a good man.”
Charlie didn’t miss the way you said ‘He is a good man’. Everyone had always painted him as some vengeful fallen angel thirsty to spill his own kin’s blood, but he was more than those rumours. And you knew it just as well as she did.
Really, you found the good in everyone. Sins were not mistakes, but someone's broken soul resolving to unholy methods to compensate for the pain they felt. You’d seen plenty of judgement from Jesus. It was a tiring job no doubt, and he hated the fact he’d send innocent souls to the pit for one moment of weakness or a mistake that cost them everything. He always questioned his Father’s ways, but ultimately did as he was told, sympathising with the ones who had repented for most of their life and still spent their eternity in Hell.
In front of you was an example. Vox, the Media Overlord, was someone who had deeply rooted insecurities that made his life less than desirable. Watching from the clouds felt like watching a lion from behind the glass wall. It was horrible to witness such a kind and charismatic man fall so hard from grace because no one around him could see his potential. You followed his journey up until the very end when Fate herself intervened to put a stop to his rising cult.
“I’m sorry for intruding, Princess Morningstar. I’ll let you speak with Emily about some very interesting news that you might like to hear.” You nodded them off, gliding over to the plush loveseat that was placed next to her own chair that matched.
Charlie frowned. “Why don’t you join us? I’m sure you’d be of great help about the in’s and out’s with redemption…right?”
“No,” you started with a wistful tone, “I’m afraid I do not. This is a miracle that has only developed recently. My brothers are just as confused as you are in this. You are on your own to figure it out.” And it was true. Gabriel and Michael did not know how this blessing had come to be. Samael, or Lucifer, would’ve known, but it’s been eons since he’d practiced his faith.
Vox scoffed, speaking up for the first time since the two angel’s interruption. His stature was towering over the three of you, the sight making him puff out his chest in faux confidence, and the snarky tone he used to try and demean you didn’t make a dent in your virtues.
“You’re telling me that one of the highest ranking angels in Heaven doesn't even know how this shit works? And how do you propose to prove to us sinners that redemption is even possible? Parade that cowardice snake through the streets of Hell like a trophy you won?” He sneered at you, leaning down to emphasise the difference in size between you two. “I don’t think you have that snake up there. I think you’re lying out of your ass to save yourself from the impending war coming your way. Isn’t that right, Miss Priss?”
The look in your eye was sharp, piercing into his very damning soul, making a jolt of something akin to fear race down his spine. Despite your small form, you packed a powerful blow with just your eyes alone. A grin feigning innocence settled over your lips as you answered him head on, “Are you accusing me of lying, Mr. Whittman? Because if you are, I will prove that the amount of power you think you have is the same amount in my pinky finger.” You flapped your wings once, coming face to face with the Media Overlord who stepped back once out of shock.
Your eyes flashed gold. “Remember where your place is, sinner. We wouldn’t want an accident to befall your precious technology, hm? Maybe a short-circuit here and there to really spice things up.” You were pulling things out of your ass at this point. The reality was that you weren’t nearly as powerful as you claimed to be with fighting. Your brother, Michael, was the expert on that. The most you could do was ward off evil, but seeing as you’re in Hell, that wasn’t a possibility you’d like to test at the moment. Your strength in battle relied on the shining gold sword you'd been gifted right before your brother's fall from the clouds.
“And here I thought you’d be more of a challenge, Mr. Whittman. All those poor people you murdered in cold blood just to be in the spotlight. You can’t even handle someone twice as small as you!” You taunted, “Your envy of others landed you here, Vincent. It was your choices in life that made you the person you are now. You cannot lie to yourself anymore, Vincent.” Your words digging into the cracks of his soul like claws into prey. He couldn’t refute the claims you made because they were true. It was a deeply buried truth he’d kept hidden for decades and now they were being aired out to the one person who had access to that deer prick, Alastor.
You sighed, slumping back down into the loveseat, letting your wings hang over the back and droop to the floor. “It wasn’t meant in an unkind way, Mr. Whittman. You parade yourself around like you know everything, and when someone of higher status or power challenges that authority, you degrade them with a fiction you believe to be true because you said it outloud.” Your eyes caught his own, a small smile gracing your lips. “You shouldn’t let others' opinions affect you to the point you need to be someone who isn’t you. Just be yourself.”
He was stunned. The man could barely register the fact his screen was glitching harshly, or that a cute cyan blush flushed his pixelated cheeks, and that you absolutely knew who he was. That part stuck with him the most. You, one of the highest ranking angels in all of Heaven, knew who he was! On top of you being breathtakingly beautiful, you were knowledgeable on mortals despite where their soul ended up.
In his moment of flustered awe, he asked something that made you smile brightly. “Y-You know who I am?” It was a genuine question he hoped to be relieved with a genuine response. His meek demeanor had you giggling lightly, a jitter of your wings puffing up the golden feathers.
“Of course I do! Your little sacrilegious stunt down in the mortal realm had all of Heaven in a tizzy. My dear brother Michael almost went down to smite you himself, but Fate intervened in the knick of time, though her method was a bit…much for my taste. Can’t say I’ve seen someone pass via a television falling on their head.” You sighed, leaning back into the plush cushions. “I guess she always had that graphic sense of humor to her. She’s been like that since her birth into existence, really. Made Gabriel crap his pants once when he’d gone down to announce Mary’s pregnancy and she happened to be in the area. He really thought she’d twist it into her own cruel joke, but she surprisingly let it happen, leaving him with some cryptic message like: ‘Till next time, Uncle Gabriel’. The man couldn’t sleep for a week after that.”
Charlie sputtered in disbelief, Emily covering her laugh with a cough, and Vox was stunned. The princess sat back down in her own chair, looking at you like you just told her her mother was coming through a portal any minute. Her excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but smile in return.
“So, like, Fate is an actual being? She makes things happen? That’s so cool! How come she’s never been seen before? I mean, my dad never brought her up during any of his stories.” You hummed, contemplating whether or not you should indulge her curiosity again. There was no harm in it seeing as Fate only worked in the living realm. The possibility of either hellspawn making their way to the living world was zero to none.
“She is. And I’m surprised your dad kept his word on that aspect. We aren’t really allowed to tell anyone about her existence. She’s meant to be a myth, but the four of us archangels, Jesus, and God are really the only ones who ever knew who she really was.” You explained, turning to meet Charlie’s gaze, “Samael may have had a bad rebellious streak in his youth, but his need to protect those he loved powered over anything else. Fate was all of our niece and we loved her unconditionally like she was our own child. I think your father regrets the fact that his gift to mankind led him to a place where he couldn’t be with the family he cherished most.”
“Samael? Is that-?”
“Your father?” You interjected, nodding solemnly, “Yes. I can’t seem to bring myself to call him anything but. Gabriel has a hard time saying the other name and Michael refuses to bring him up at all. He was…he was the closest to your father. He loved him so much and when our Father banished him to Hell as punishment for his actions, Michael wasn't so forgiving to the Lord.”
You huffed out a humorless laugh, sitting up straight again. “Enough reminiscing on painful memories. Emily came here to speak with you and I promised Sera I’d bring her back safe. I’ll see you when you are done, Emily.”
“But-” You shook your head, cutting the princess off with a stern look. It eerily resembled her fathers when she tried to get him to call a meeting with Heaven. She could see where your similarities came into play, that’s for sure.
She let out a breath, “Well, promise to stick around for a bit afterwards? Dad would love to see you.”
That almost made you cry. “Of course, Charlie. I wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip away so easily. See you soon, my niece.” And that last little title made Charlie start crying, having to be carried away by the exasperated Emily.
“Plus,” You spoke up to Vox, eyeing him with a teasing gleam in your eyes, “I have plenty of entertainment right here. Isn’t that right, Mr. Whittman?” Your words made steam expel from his vents, his fans whirring to life as his system heated up instantaneously. Everything you said, everything you did, it all made him feel things he’s never delved into before. In his past life, romance was never on his mind, but seeing the magazines and fictional stories playing on the channels had him dreaming of a housewife he’d never obtain. Here, he had flings. He slept with whomever he wanted, his power making sinners do his bidding, and Valentino was deemed his personal stress reliever.
Right now, his still body and calm expression were just a mask he curated to hide the fact that he was nervous to be left alone with you. You, who could read him as easily as a bible in Hebrew. The only sign of his anxiety was the way his right hand fiddled with a loose thread in the arm of his chair– pulling, tugging, and looping it around his metallic claw. But even with his conscious efforts, you had seen right through his carefully crafted barriers.
He didn’t notice the way your pupils dilated, zoning in on where his claws messed with the seam of the chair, or how you subconsciously ran your tongue over your lips to wet them. It was only when you spoke up that he broke free from his inner turmoil about your weirdly comforting energy surrounding him like a warm blanket in the middle of winter.
“Can I ask you something, Mr. Whittman?” And for his sake alone, he meekly requested you call him by his first name, your grin widening with delight. He nodded his head once, scared to admit that your innocent disposition made him feel things like no one else has ever done.
“Hold your hand up for me, please?” That made him confused. Hold his hand up? He glanced at you, raising a pixelated brow in silent question, but did as you had asked. You jumped up from your seat with your wings helping you hover, hands reaching out to hold his own, admiring each claw, scar, and crevice he had. The demon choked on air, watching in startled amusement as you would place your own hand against his and aweing at the difference in size between you two. His fingers easily curled over your own, claws shining beneath the soft yellow light.
Your excitement was endearing. “Wow! You really are big!” Though the exclamation was pure in nature, his guttered mind brought up images he’d most likely indulge in later. Getting an erection in the middle of your entertainment with his hands would make him the center of your off-kilter humor.
“Oh, I bet you give really good hugs, too! And look.” You intertwined your own fingers with his, ignoring the way your cheeks heated up at the intimate action. “Gosh, I knew they’d feel nice to hold as well!” The giddy smile on your face made your cheeks hurt, but you saved the mental picture of both of your hands laced together.
He really was big, that you couldn’t deny, but you didn’t realise his skin would be so cold to the touch. Now, you weren’t an expert when it came to demon biology, but you had gone with the assumption that every sinner or hellspawn would be hot to the touch. But Vox? Vox was freezing. It was a drastic contrast to the environment he found himself in. That being said, you now assumed the cold was to keep his insides from overheating during strenuous sessions.
And your need to be right with your hypothesis had you asking him about it. “You are…really cold. I honestly thought you’d be warmer?” Your gaze remained fixated on his hand, fiddling with the claws once more, lacing and unlacing your fingers.
You missed the way his eyes glitched from his normal red and teal to chromatic hearts– both pink and neon pink– thumping mutely against the screen. He cleared his throat, making sure his voice wouldn’t crack in the middle of speaking, and answered with the best of his abilities seeing as his software was only focused on you and your touch. “I-I don’t- I think it’s because of what I am?” He stuttered when you glanced at him in confusion. “I’m not- um- Well, it’s most likely from being composed of tech that needs to be kept cool and the fact that I have shark-like traits built in-”
“Shark-like traits? That’s so cool!” Your eyes sparkled, face now almost pressed against his screen. You kept your grip on his hand, holding it to your chest like your personal teddy bear. “You know, I’ve met so many unique winners, but a shark is not something I’ve had the pleasure of meeting up there! Oh! Do you have gills?” You dropped his hand, flying behind him to brush your fingers over his covered neck. “How about a tail?” You flew back around, settling in his lap like a puppy, placing your hands on his chest. “Can you communicate with them?”
He savored the feeling of having your attentive nature devoted only to him at this very minute. His voice glitched, breaking up in a mix of static and a change in pitch, but still answered with the pride of a lion. “Gills, yes, but a tail? It isn’t much use if I can’t get in water, honey.” The petname slipped out by accident, but you didn’t seem to mind it. Actually, you beamed with adoration.
“Really? How cool! But where-?”
“Urm- maybe later?” He put a stop to your wandering hands starting to slide down his chest, distracting you by bringing up a hologram video of his two robotic sharks he’d built himself. Shok.wav and Vark swam around in circles inside their ginormous tank, their red eyes matching their makers, teeth pointed and sharpened in case their owner fed them a snack of one unfortunate sinner. The bigger of the two, Shok.wav, appeared to be a inspired by the great white shark while Vark was designed after the endangered species, hammerhead.
“Woah… They are so cute! Can I meet them? Oh, please, Vincent!” You stared up at him, eyes wide, and dear God, you were so goddamn cute. Your figure was so small, so tiny, compared to him. He could hardly formulate a proper response, whispering out an airy confirmation, watching how you lit up with joy. Fuck, he really was down bad for you now. He doubted he’d be able to let you go after the princess got back.
Vox was notorious for his quick sense to insult, demean, and belittle anyone who made his ire spike just the smallest bit. It was a defense mechanism he’d put in place to protect the fact his masculinity was as fragile as the glass windows his tower was made up of. The arrogance he displayed, the sky high ego he’d built over the years– it was all a means to make himself bigger, badder, and more dominant than he really was. Degradation felt natural on his tongue, yet being on the receiving end was more damaging to his already blackened soul than he’d ever openly admit.
You were the breath of fresh air he needed. Someone who knew what he’d done, why he’d done it, and still stuck around like he was worth their time. His past transgressions were locked away in an encrypted file buried deep in the wiring of his software. No one knew unless he himself felt the need to tell them what he wanted. Knowing that you watched over him during the most negative and downright awful part of his human life made him feel seen. To him, you were the guardian angel that would love him no matter what.
But that concept felt so foreign to him. Love wasn’t an easy thing to feel. It could be the worst heartbreak of your life imaginable– something he’d never find himself being involved with…and on the opposite end of this greyscale spectrum was something he had secretly longed for. The bloom of domesticity and stability in his life stemmed from the night he went through the television channels with boredom seeping in, stumbling upon a show he’d never tell anyone he would watch– The Donna Reed Show.
When he wasn’t at work in the studio, he was catching up on all the sitcoms with pretty little housewives and devoted husbands that portrayed a blissful picture he only dreamed of. Vox was sensitive– that he knew already, and when getting rejected more often than not at work, he molded that insecurity into a poorly made bottle of resentment. Anger showed with clenched fists, irritation with a twitch of his eye, and loathing when he finally gave in to the whispered words of needing to show these fuckers who they were pushing down.
Your words, your warmth– it all made him feel like the times he’d sit and watch those sappy old sitcoms, where he’d dream of someone he could never reach, and it felt like home. You made him feel human again. Like his heart wasn’t some mechanical machine keeping him going throughout the day, that the wires inside were veins pumping a blood he hasn’t felt in years, or that he was only cold to the touch because he forgot to take his jacket during a warning of rain. From the moment you got here you had his system all haywired, running through programs he’d forgotten about and feeling like he was warmer than he’d been since landing in Hell.
You didn’t fear him at all. No, you made it known what you would tolerate and how you could easily put someone in their place with just one look alone. You knew what words to say, what tone of voice to use, and even how to make it seem like more than it really was. Words held power with you and he knew better than to argue with you. And despite knowing all this, he never got as pissed as he really should have been. He hated being told what to do, how to act, or if he was being in dick in that moment.
The more he entertained those thoughts the more his insides heated up. Fans spun faster than ever before, vents puffing out steam like a steam engine, and the whirring buzz of electricity trying its best to keep him functioning could be heard. Your dominating aura had his mind conjuring up images of you over him, small hands pinning his large ones down beside his head, and that desirable look of pleasure on your face. Fuck, what he would do to have you in that position right now-
“Vincent? Are you okay?” Your head was resting on his broad chest, hands messing with the lapels of his tailcoat. There was no doubt you could hear his insides revving violently. That knowledge led to his fans spinning even faster, clawed hands grasping at the arms of the chair and tearing right through the expensive fabric. Cotton fluffs fell to the floor soundlessly, the wood foundation holding the chair up creaked under the immense pressure. All because he couldn’t contain himself around you.
He inhaled sharply, refraining himself from even glancing your way, and gritting out a reply. “You- you just-” Damnit, you were affecting him more than he originally thought.
Vox missed the devious little smirk on your lips that disappeared as quickly as it first came up. You shifted to a more comfortable position, sitting up in your place on his lap, running your hands from the lapels over his pectorals. A hum of satisfaction vibrated from your vocal chords, your interest in the demon peaking at the feel of toned muscle hidden beneath layers of the pristine expensive suit. You felt him stiffen under your gentle touch.
“Vincent,” You crooned, swiftly moving to place your hands on the sides of his screen, guiding his face towards your own. The smile you wore was soft– your hushed whisper of his name making his skin tingle. “Tell me what you want. Please, sweetheart. All you need to do is speak up. What do you want?”
His breaths were coming out in short huffs, screen glitching once more between the muted thumping heterochromatic hearts and his normal display, metal claws digging so deep into the wooden chair base that cracks echoed in the empty lobby. Your floral scent was driving him mad, and he could barely make out what flower it was when the sugary scent of freshly baked goods mixed in. He stuttered, tongue twisting at the worst time. “Y-you…”
You leaned in, that intoxicating aroma you released was making his head fuzzy, the pooling heat of arousal in his pelvis simmering hotly. One of your hands left his head– the other remaining just for him to lean into– and sliding down his arm to rest over his tense one gripping the chair like a lifeline. The contradicting temperatures you both possessed clashed together in the perfect warmth.
“What was that?” You pushed, shifting your body just to tease him through his slacks, the strain of his erection bulging through the expensive material. “Speak up, sweetheart. Mumbling like that won’t get you anywhere.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat, his gaze reluctantly locking onto yours, and– no, he could say what he wanted from you! Through gritted teeth, he told you what he’s been trying to say for the last few minutes, though it cracked in places due to the uncontrollable glitch in his software. “You. I want you. Please, h-honey.”
The last word dropped off into a breathy moan the moment he felt the feather-light touch of your lips graze his exposed neck. When you had managed to unbutton those he did not know, but he was not complaining one bit. Your hot breath fanned over his icy cold skin sending a shiver down his spine. “Good boy, Vinny.” You praised him.
Through the haze of lust he felt his hips buck up involuntarily, bumping into your clothed core with unnecessarily hard friction, whining loud enough for any resident nearby to hear. Both of his hands left the chair in favor of grasping your hips, your hand falling from his and placed directly over where his artificial heart pumped erratically. Fuck. Fucking hell, you were goin make him overheat at this point. His fans could only cool him down so fast!
You hummed softly, like you were affirming something to yourself, your hand on the side of his screen dropping to where his neatly looped bowtie sat. “Let’s take this off. I need to see you. All of you.” One tug and the silken ribbon fell into a clump on your lap, fingers hastily undoing the buttons of his vest and shirt. He struggled to shrug off his tailcoat, lifting his hands from their place on you to tear at the blasted thing and let it drape over the back of the chair.
Each button undone showed you exactly what you hoped for. Cold skin smooth and thick, the dark ocean blue color was beautiful. He was beautiful. The Media Overlord rid himself of the last two shirts hanging loosely over his toned frame. Just under his pectorals on his sides were glowing teal gills, electrical hums emitting from them, his nipples replaced with ports that were undoubtedly sensitive to the touch. Yes, he was mostly made of mechanical parts, but his shark-like features made him all the more unique– gills, razor teeth, and the territorial instinct he felt with certain things.
Your admiration for him was painted across your features as clear as day, hands caressing over him, memorising each piece of him like fine art, and that feeling of being worshipped like this had him on the brink of a malfunction. His clouded thoughts lifted with just a mere whisper of your praise. “You are so beautiful, Vincent. I hope you know that.”
Tears pricked the inner corners of his eyes. He didn’t know that. How could he when the people he found himself working for back in the day would poke fun at his features. His hooked nose, genetically inherited grey stripe of hair, and the worst one being his heterochromatic eyes. All of those unique qualities held him back from achieving what he truly wanted: a chance to prove he could be more than some weather forecaster.
With his torso fully exposed to you, your lips fluttered over his skin. From the sensitive spot near his jugular, trailing down his sternum, drifting over his belly button, and back up over to his left side where his gills pulsed with the teal glow he was known for. You could hear his breathing hitch, whines catching in his throat– he was holding himself back. For what, you didn't know, but you’d find out soon. You pulled away, letting your soft fingers glide over his gills, eyes raising to see him slumped back, relishing in every touch you left on his freezing body.
“You sure you’d let me take you right here right now?” You teased him. The hotel lobby wasn’t the most ideal place, but opening a portal wasn’t possible unless you snuck him into Heaven breaking several rules in the process. He listened, using every ounce of energy he had saved to transport you both through his tech and onto his queen-sized bed.
“Wow- oh-mmf!”
You didn’t get the chance to look around his bedroom before he was pulling you in for a searing kiss. His patience to have himself inside you was growing thin, but the need to have you praise him, worship his body, overpowered any dominant thought he had. The kiss lasted only for a few seconds yet it felt like hours to Vox. The pointed tip of his claws brushed over the front of your robe, feeling your stiffened nipples through the thin fabric, and right where your ensemble started– ties lining the front to keep it closed from any prying eyes.
“Can I see you, too? Please, angel…” He tugged at the knot with care, not wanting to ruin the holy garment with his reckless behaviour. You had taken such care of discarding his expensive fitted suit from his body, he could return the favor with just as much– if not more, care. Your face hovered above his own now, hooded eyes looking at him with an insatiable desire that left his insides running hot. “Go ahead, sweetheart. You’ve been so good for me.”
He whimpered pathetically, hips bucking up again at the sensual use of the word ‘good’, and securing one claw right in the middle of the tie. With all the grace of a newborn fawn, he swiped down once to let your robe fall open. He moaned, immediately reaching for your breasts, his cold touch making you gasp with surprise. The robe didn’t do you any justice. Your body was perfect in his eyes– plump breasts, desirable waistline, and hips just begging to be gripped and bruised beyond oblivion. You were still so much smaller than him and he salivated at the thought of you both entwined with one another– you on top, riding him into your next orgasm, and his large hands caressing every inch of skin he could reach.
The image burned behind your eyelids– his clawed hands enveloping your breasts whole, completely swallowing them and with how big they were, it was making you want more than you should have. A garbled moan left you, arching into his icy touch, letting him feel you up in ways you’ve never allowed anyone to do before. His claws were bitingly cold against your heated skin.
“So pretty, angel,” He slurred wantonly, “So pretty.” His nails trailed down your front, shivers racing down your spine over the sharp points grazing over you, and let him feel his way down to where you needed his touch most. Your slick dripped down your thighs, trailing to where his slacks connected him to you. A dark spot was soaked into the front of them.
You tugged at his belt weakly, your mind foggy with lust you’ve never experienced before, and whining at him. “Off…Take ‘em off.” Your demand wasn’t as stern as you’d like, but he seemed to do exactly what you wanted, anyway. His buckle clinked, metallic claws having a frustratingly hard time with undoing the simple accessory. The little kisses you left around his screen surface made the haze in his mind grow thicker, his concentration to get the damned belt off quickly thinning.
One tug, pull, and clink later, his belt fell loose, ripping the button off his slacks as he practically tore them open to free himself of the restricting fitted pants. Just as he was about to pull his boxers down with, your hand held his firmly to stop him, leaning away from his brightly glowing screen to smile prettily at him. “Not so fast, sharky. Can’t let the fun end so quickly, yeah?”
He whimpered with need, claws reluctantly letting the elastic band snap against his skin. Your eyes squinted with a grin, voicy breathy as you praised him. “Good boy, Vinny.” You moved your hips experimentally, grinding your slick pussy right over the wet spot of boxers. Vox was panting hard, his control beginning to slip right beneath his claws tips, heart-eyes staring up at you as you got yourself off on his clothed dick. The thin black fabric of his boxers did little to hide the glowing teal head and veins running down his cock. An imprint of something hooped could be made out as well and you used it for your own pleasure.
“Fuck, baby.” You moaned breathlessly. Your hands caressed over his toned stomach, taking time in memorising every little detail, fingers teasingly going under the waist band of his boxers. You were so close, he thought helplessly. A little further and you’d just graze the sensitive tip of his erection, and you knew it too which is why you kept them where they were, watching with an insatiable delight at his struggles.
Clawed hands gripped your waist hard– a clutch that let you know there would be bruises the size of his hands there tomorrow morning. All coherent thoughts left him, his need for you taking him over wholly and completely. You were a goddamn succubus dressed in an angel's garment. Maybe if he just-
Your hands held his hips down against the mattress, a look of faux disappointment on your face from his attempt at getting you to touch him where he needed it. “Oh, honey. You still need some breaking in don’t you?” You leaned forward, hot breath fanning right in the sensitive crook of his neck, lips curling in that little devious smile you made look innocent. “It’s a good thing I know just how to do it.” Fingers slid down his front, under the elastic band, and grasped his cock with a gentle hold. He whined, arching up into your hold, but you pressed the front of your body into his to keep him still. Your other hand glided up to flit through his electric gills, relishing in the shivers of his icy body. You pumped once, twice, letting him get a feel of just how small your hand was compared to his dick. Your fingers couldn’t even fully close around him. It wasn’t that he was girthy, it was because in comparison to you, he was a fucking giant.
His fans were on overdrive, running so fast you could hear them through his thick skin, grinning wickedly at the fact. Your movements grew bolder, faster– hand loosening and tightening when you felt like. Whines and whimpers poured from him like a cat in heat, hips shaking with the need to meet your well-timed moves, and fuck, his hands held your hips like they were the only thing tethering him to this reality. You bit your lip to keep the gasp in when you bumped your hand into the ring looping through the head of his cock. Good Lord, you can only fantasise how that would feel inside you.
He twitched in your hold, his impending release on the brink of shooting out. You stared at him, watching his screen glitch out with his orgasm so close, and smiled sickly sweet when his heart-eyes caught yours. A buck of his hips, eyes squeezing shut, he let himself drown in the pleasure, but just in second before he could feel the white hot release, you stopped abruptly and took your hand off his throbbing cock. His eyes flew open, the moan he let out turning into a pathetic little whimper of ‘no’.
“Good boys get to cum. WIll you be good for me from now on, baby?” You taunted, saccharine tone making his artificial heart thump against his chest. He nodded, whispering that he would, that he would do anything you asked, and you smiled at that. “Good. Touch me, Vincent.”
And he listened– just like he said he would. His claws let go of your bruised flesh, finding your heated center where your essence dripped down your thighs. He gathered what he could, thoroughly coating his metallic digits in your arousal, and sliding through your folds to find your entrance. Your feathered touch on his gills riled him up even more. Driving his index and middle fingers in, you arched into him, moaning loud into his neck. His fingers felt huge inside of you. He flexed them, pointed tips grazing over your spongey walls– a fleeting worry of how he’d fit was gone as fast as it came.
Your lips left heated kisses in their wake, pleasure consuming every bit of you as his pace grew faster and faster. You trembled, meeting his thrusts with all the energy you could muster. The coil in your stomach tightens, white dotting the edges of your vision, and your body temperature rises rapidly. He hasn’t even stimulated your clit and you were already on the edge of release.
“P-please, Vinny. More-” You moaned. Your eyes watered from that building feeling. Fuck, you were right there. Just a little more and- “Fuck! Oh, fuck, Vincent!” Your orgasm crashed through you like a tidal wave of white heat, thighs shaking, walls spasming around his claws, and you bit down on his shoulder to keep yourself in control. God, that was fucking amazing.
You slumped into his body to let yourself rest for a few– regain your bearings. Breaths were sucked in greedily, eyes closed and focusing on the small– or rather big– detail of fingers slowly leaving your cunt. In your post-orgasmic haze, you whispered something that had him letting out a sharp, watery laugh.
“Your hands are a Godsend, Vincent Whittman.”
He shifted, his hips angling up coily to bump his straining cock against your sensitive clit. You hissed at the movement, fingers digging into his bicep and gills. “Fu- Vin, stay still.”
“Baby, please. I can’t-”
“Can’t what? Wait? I thought you were going to be good for me, Vinny. Being good means listening to what I say and doing what I tell you.” You tsked, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. Your pussy bumped against him on purpose– just as he did to you a moment ago– letting him writhe in his want for you. “You can be good, right Vincent? You’d never even think to disobey me…”
“Yes.” He breathed out.
You grinned, “Good.”
The elastic snapped with a simple tug from your hands, tearing down and off of him to fully reveal himself to you. Your worries from before came back tenfold. You’d only felt him before. Seeing him was an entirely different story. The dark blue of skin contrasted well with the glowing teal he’d emit from certain places, but the two colors amplified in beauty the minute your eyes landed on his cock. Glowing teal head, ridges laddering down that let out the soft glow of cyan, and pierced through his head was a prince albert painted a crimson red– clashing with the blue color palette he arrived in Hell with.
He was huge. Actually, huge was an understatement for you. You wrapped your small hand around him, seeing the glowing teal pulse in time with his rapid heartbeat. Everything about him was gorgeous and you wanted to make sure he knew that as well as you did.
“So beautiful, Vincent.” You whispered softly, letting him finally get a taste of the pleasure you denied him before. Gentle strokes left him breathless, claws tearing up the silky navy sheets below him, eyes flitting between you and your hand on his erection. He revelled in the size difference between you two.
“Please- please just-” He choked back a whine, hips meeting up with each pump you’d given him. The knot in his stomach appeared once more and he did not want you denying him from the bliss he craved.
“Just what?” You hummed, speeding up your movements just like before, fingers squeezing him to elicit more of those little whimpers you loved to hear. Your palm would enclose around his head, opening your fingers as much as you could to get all of him in your fist. He was sensitive around his tip and he made it known with each little whimper he’d let out.
He gasped when you smoothed over his cockhead. “I-I need- ah- I need to-” Words left him in his clouded head. What he wanted was to be inside you. Releasing into your closed fist would only make him hungry for more of you. Of course, you already knew what he was trying to say, but you teased him a bit, letting his brain muster up the words he needed to say to get what he wanted from you.
“Say it, Vinny. I need you to say it.” You spoke low, cruel with your fastened movements. It made his mind go blank– like you’d wiped every memory saved in his storage from the last however many decades. His tongue felt heavy as lead in his mouth. Even if he wanted to speak, he couldn’t form anything eligible enough to make out in his hazy state of arousal.
Your fingers stroked a few more times before stopping your movements again. Frustration gnawed at his insides. You were so insanely cruel to deny him like that for the second time this evening. He cried– literally cried out at the loss of motion from your hand, from the loss of yet another orgasm.
“All you had to do was say what you wanted and this all could’ve been avoided, sharky. You could’ve felt that blinding white pleasure you were so so close to.” An exaggerated frown appeared on your lips, but your eyes glittered with amusement at his predicament. You had say over his body in this winded session of lust. There was absolutely nothing he could do about it– that is, if he wanted to do something about it.
Pixelated tears fell down his screen. Your hand rose to wipe them away, hushing him gently, caringly. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay. Tell me what you want and I promise I’ll give it to you. You just need to speak up, Vinny.”
“I-I need you. Inside of you. P-please, angel.” He stuttered, fisting shreds of torn silk in between his metal claws. Whatever sanity he had left before this scandalous rendezvous with you was now gone– drowned out by your presence above him, touching him, cradling him like he could even hold a candle to your status.
You smiled warmly, the hand on his screen swiping little caring caresses where his cheek would be. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it, honey?”
Positioning yourself over his pulsating erection, you lowered yourself just enough for the blunt head of his cock to nudge your entrance. You bit down on your lower lip, fighting the urge to moan his name like a prayer, sucking in a breath as you started to split yourself open on him. Heat enveloped his tip, the feel of your slick making him buck up with a stutter of his hips, but you pressed him down before he could do any damage. “N-not so fast, sharky.” Your eyes looked down at him, hooded with intense desire for him and him alone. “I need to savor this. Fuck, you look so handsome right now– all pliant and willing under my touch. My handsome shark.”
The praising words, your worshipping fingers– it was all making his system short-circuit. He couldn’t regulate the abnormal heat inside of him fast enough for his multiple fans. His wires buzzed with static from his depleting mental state, vents puffing out trains of steam, and he hoped his own body would kick into gear to keep him from blue-screening during your steamy bedroom session. How embarrassing to pass out due to system failure in the middle of the hottest sex of his life.
With just the head in, you were sure you’d die if you went anymore. Your cunt gripped him like a vice, clenching around the head to try and greedily get more of him inside, but you were beginning to have serious doubts of him fitting at all. The more you continued down, the more burn you felt. You knew tomorrow morning would be hell for your surely aching and sore as shit body.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck! Hah- ah- y-you’re fucking big, Vin.” You gritted out, teeth clenched in a desperate attempt to focus on getting him all the way in and not the burning stretch of your cunts walls. Breathing wasn’t coming easy at this point, and his claws finding purchase in your hips once again was making you lose your self control to just slam yourself down on him.
And, fuck, you felt good. He dug his claws into your flesh to keep himself from rutting up into you. You were so fucking tight just around his head. He was surprised that he even lasted this long without cumming at the exact moment he felt your walls close in on his tip.
It also surprised him– well, more like shocked him– that you chose to throw caution to the wind and plunge down on him in one go. A broken cry left your throat, tears spilled out from the pain, and you almost regretted doing such a bold move yet you couldn’t help but notice just how unbelievably full you felt now. You raised a shaky hand from their place on his lower abdomen to feel the bulging imprint of his dick inside you.
“Fucking hell, angel!” Vox groaned, his claws having drawn blood by the amount of force he’d used to keep himself steady for your sake. His teeth bit down into his tongue to try and control his need to fuck up into you. You were just so warm, so tight– it was making that heat inside his belly bubble hotly.
After almost a full minute went by with no movement other than you both panting, you took the first step in shifting just slightly, whimpers falling from both of you at the feeling. Small grinds of your pelvis to adjust to his size had Vox doubting himself lasting for another minute of being inside you. You raised your hips, keeping just the tip in, then lowering down to the hilt slowly.
“Oh my- fuck-” You moaned, repeating the motions with a faster pace, your insides acclimating to his size quickly. The way you were riding him had his system processor sparking from the overheated use of his body, but he ignored it in favor of meeting your gyrating hips with his own powerful thrusts. His piercing would drag against your walls, hitting your cervix with mouth-watering pleasure. Your clit would grind over the thick, rough skin of his pelvis and create a delicious friction that had the familiar knot of your orgasm tightening.
Vox wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate, so he brought two of his clawed fingers to your throbbing little bud and turned on the vibration setting. The moan you let out was borderline pornographic– something Valentino would pay millions to have recreated in his shit pornos. Your back arched, breasts bouncing with each bounce of your hips, and you were so close to that feeling again.
“I-I’m so close, Vin. So close. Feels s’good. Good…” You slurred out, looking down at his scrunched up face. He was close as well and with the both of you basically high off the other, you knew this would be one of the best orgasms you’d ever experience. The vibration in his fingers amped up a couple more notches– that paired with his dick hitting directly where you needed– it was all becoming too much. A new sensation flooded your gut, but before you could warn him, your orgasm crashed through blindingly. Your juices sprayed out over his lower half, covering your thighs, the ruined bedsheet, and the mechanical demon beneath you.
Your release was followed by Vox’s own, his hands keeping you still on top of him and his dick buried deep inside of you. His seed spurted in cold shoots of electric blue, seeping out the tiny crevices connecting you both together. Steam rolled out of his vents in a thick cloud, fans powering down to a slow whir, and his screen glitched out heavily before staying stuck with heterochromatic hearts and a sappy little smile.
The weight of your body on top of his was comforting, your arms wrapping around his neck and your face resting right over his artificial heart. It beat a little irregularly– no doubt from you being so close to him– but the sound of it settled you. You listened to every little noise coming from under his skin. He was the perfect person to help you fall asleep with all the sounds his body created.
He let his hands fall loose from their grip, sliding up to curl around your small frame to keep you close to him. The startling contrast of your warmth snuggled against his freezing touch was something he never knew he’d longed for up until this very moment. He was very surprised to hear the satisfied hum you let out when he wrapped his arms around you. This was the first time in a long while where he actually cuddled with someone after sex. His past partners– or flings more like– would be out the door once the deal was over, Valentino never stuck around for long, and he supposed his performance of intimidating overlord would make everyone run away from him rather than stay beside him.
Quiet settled over you two, the hum of his insides working to keep him powered and the faint glow of the tank that made up the far right wall of his room kept you both awake. Exhaustion seeped into your bones and the need to sleep was beginning to creep in on your mind. But from the way his index finger was tracing out indistinguishable patterns on your bare back had you focusing on the way he seemed too tense for what you both had done.
“You’re thinking too loudly, my shark. Do you want to share?” You spoke softly, not wanting to shatter the peaceful atmosphere of your blissful time spent with him. He sighed, squeezing just a tad more as if you’d leave the moment he opened his mouth. This wasn’t his normal. The cuddling, the peace, the softness– it was all foreign to him and he didn’t know how to process the fact that you were still here, wrapped in his arms and talking to him.
His screen turned to face the direction of his shark tank. “Just… thinking that maybe the prissy princess’ idea about redemption isn’t too farfetched.” The admittance to something so huge made his airways constrict from the unfamiliar taste of something long forgotten. He hasn’t been human for some time now. His rain of terror in the mortal realm had long since passed, and he raised hell in Hell after the laughable rejection from Alastor all those years ago. He made a name for himself here, rose through the ranks with his power and wits alone, and now he was actually entertaining the idea of redemption?
The pout on his lips made you smile, sitting up enough to look down at him with adoration. “Oh, Vincent. That’s such a wonderful idea.” And that adoring look you had made his cheeks glow teal, pupils shifting into little hearts.
“You know,” You started softly, “Everyone likes to think of Heaven as this boring kingdom in the clouds, but there is so much people don’t take into account. For example, extinct animals! Can you picture all the sharks from the prehistoric era on Earth? They are all thriving in the oceans up there!” Your eyes sparkled with excitement. Sharks, dinosaurs, mammals– you’ve gotten to see so many wonderful creatures in your time up there. Their lives meant just as much as any humans and you always made the time to seek out any new ones you have yet to meet.
Vox perked up, smiling widely. “Really? I didn’t-” He bit his lip. Fuck, you knew just how to get to him already. The Media Overlord was head over heels for you and he hasn’t even gotten to know you all that well. Your little insight into the archangels of old, Charlie being revealed as your niece, and the only angel with enough healing magic inside of them to cure everyone on Earth ten times over of whatever ailed them.
You nodded. “I haven’t really explored the ocean too much, but maybe when you arrive up there we can go together? O-only if you want! I don’t wanna pressure you into anything-”
He cut you off with a chuckle, “It’s okay, angel.” He let out a breath, “And yes, I’d love to. It sounds…well, it sounds like Heaven.” The cheeky expression he had on made you laugh. Vox’s journey to being a better soul was now beginning. All it took was an angel to make him see the light he never could before.
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Back at the hotel, Emily and Charlie descended down the stairs with laughter still singing from the chests, their conversation taking a lot longer than they initially expected. Entering the lobby they found the seats vacant, Vox’s tailcoat hanging off the back of one like a bad brand. The two didn’t speak, looking around in confusion for where the two of you could’ve disappeared to, but something in Emily clicked.
Her bright smile alerted Charlie, the princess furrowing her brows in confusion. “Uh- Ems? Do you know-?”
“I knew it!”
Charlie smiled awkwardly, not understanding what her friend was so happy about. Emily turned to the princess and let out a shrill squeal. “She’s been in love with him for, like, ever! With her ability to see what ails a mortal, mental health included, she found this one particular soul interesting, but she’s never really said who until now!”
The princess froze, stunned from the information she’d just been given. You? In love with Vox? The same Vox that slandered her name, Alastors name, and had absolutely no problem with ruining the lives of his employees? But now that she thought about it, maybe you spending time with Vox would lead him to seek redemption!
She grinned, just as happy as Emily. “That’s so cute! Oh my gosh! And she’s never hinted to you about who it could be?”
Emily shook her head, pouting playfully. “No. The closest thing I’ve gotten from her about him was these sketches she’d done in her free time. A handsome man with greying hair and two different colored eyes. Never a name or anything, but I thought it was adorable she’d fallen for a mortal so easily.”
Charlie led her over to the bar where Husk was cleaning out crystal glasses, his bored gaze watching the two with disguised resentment. Their conversation however, was anything but boring. He’s mentioned it before how he basically knew about everyone from their time sitting on his stools, but this topic was juicier than anything he’s had privy to hearing. Vox staying at the hotel sometime in the foreseeable future? Alastor was not going to be happy.
Note: ten thousand words later and i am somehow still sane enough to go and finish the four asks from a year ago:') i do hope you all enjoy this one! took me quite a while and while i know a lot of people abhor longer oneshot pieces, i don't think i could've stayed sane long enough to split this into different parts. size kink go brr
Tagging: @lostgirlinthewoodss since you had asked so nicely:)
Tags: Zayne x Sylus x Reader, smut, threesome, everybody kissin’, DP, praise, aftercare
*MDNI* 🔞
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Your feet heavily dragged against the linoleum floors of Akso Hospital, just barely making it to your monthly heart exam with Zayne. As you approached his office, you heard the quiet mumbling of two male voices, thinking Zayne was talking to Greyson or an assisting nurse. The door swung open and you were met with two pairs of familiar eyes. Zayne’s sleeves were rolled back and he adorned bloodied gloves. On the exam table was Sylus, wincing slightly and gritting his teeth as his bullet wound was being sewn shut.
“Z-Zayne…..Sylus?,” you stuttered, voice raw from dryness. “You know him?,” they echoed in unison. Suddenly, your legs felt boneless and you grasped at the wall for support. In what world did both of these men have to come together? Apparently this one. Blurry orbs floated in your vision and you began to feel faint. Neither of them were yours…not yet, but you never imagined seeing them in the same room.
As soon as Zayne tied a final stitch, he tossed his soiled gloves and assisted you to sit down. “Are you alright? Do you need water, to lie down?,” he asked, voice tinged with worry. “I-I’m fine, just here for my heart evaluation…,” you murmured, silently catching your breath. In the corner of the room, Sylus leisurely buttoned his black dress shirt, as if the bullet wound was nothing more than a paper cut. “I’ll see myself out.” His crimson eyes locked on yours as he spoke, hand hovering over the doorknob. “Sy—wait…,” you pleaded, Zayne flinched at your enduring nickname for the silver haired man. He raised a reassuring hand, “I don’t want to interrupt your exam, kitten. I’ll see you again.” That knowing, crooked grin pulled at one corner of his mouth before he took his leave.
Your gaze met Zayne’s; soft, hazel, nonjudgmental. He walked around his desk and sat, gesturing you to roll your chair in front of him. The cool metal of his stethoscope pressed into your clammy skin. “I’m assuming your rapid heart rate is from what happened just now, correct?,” his voice was firm–professional. “I fought several wanderers today, it could be—,” “you don’t have to lie to me,” he interrupted, returning the stethoscope around his neck, “I trust there’s a reason for your relationship with him, given the kind of access he has in the N109 Zone—and information on Ever.” You swallowed, the burn scratching your throat. “Yes, well—.”
“I can also tell that he’s someone who means something to you,” his eyes darted between you and his laptop screen, imputing new data into your files. “You look at him the same way, his name rolls off your tongue like you love him,” every word that left Zayne’s mouth felt like needles imbedded in your heart. He looked at you again, features still soft, voice gentle. “Loving you means everything to me, I’m not surprised another man does. I just wish you were more honest.” “Zayne—I…these are new feelings for me, honestly,” guilt clung to your tone. Measured tapping of keys filled the silent, thick air between you. “We’ve never been intimate…if you’re wondering,” you mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.
Zayne sighed, closing his computer screen, “I know—I’m your primary care physician.” “Right…” You watched him walk to the coatrack, retrieving his laptop bag. “May I walk you to your car?,” you felt frozen to your seat as his hazel eyes bored into you. Finally, you stood. Zayne followed as you left his office, locking the door behind him. “Actually, I took the train…,” you admitted. “I’ll drive you home, then.” The car ride was silent at first, you watched Linkon pass by through the passenger window. The hum of the radio lowered, “I’m not mad at you, love.” It was hard to tell with his cool exterior sometimes. He was working on it, for you—for himself. “Just…don’t push me away because you feel guilty right now.” You turned to him, his face was calm aside from his brows being slightly knitted together. “I won’t. You mean too much to me.”
His BMW idled in front of your apartment building for a moment. Both of you waited to for the other to speak. “Thank you for the ride,” you said, eyes pointed to the floor. “Of course, please try and relax tonight. Your heart rate might fluctuate due to stress,” he advised, handing you your patient folder. You nodded, running a thumb over the embossed hospital logo. “I just need time to think, I won’t disappear,” although you wanted to after that interaction at the hospital. Zayne hummed, “I’ll wait to drive away until you get inside. Good night.”
“Night…”
Your body collapsed onto the bed, phone clasped tightly in your hand. The dial tone rung once before he answered your call. “Sweetie,” Sylus spoke like he had anticipated your voice. “You got shot and didn’t tell me?” “No ‘hello’? ‘How are you feeling’?,” he chided. “What were you even doing so close to Linkon?,” you argued. A sigh blew from his mouth and he cleared his throat. “I wanted to see you…ran into a little trouble on the way. Is that so bad?” You felt a wash of emotions; anger, guilt, worry—“I wasn’t expecting you to be getting sewn back together by–,” “Zayne. He’s a talented surgeon, precise hands,” Sylus chimed. Your heart was pounding in your throat, “what did you two even talk about?” Sylus was silent for a moment, he seemed to be calculating his response. “I told him about us…how we met at the lab when we were children, the fighting, our escape…everything.” “Sy—,” “I know, I just felt like he could be trusted. His face changed when I said your name. He loves you, kitten.” Your stomach twisted in an agonizing knot, from the memories of Gaia Research Center and Sylus’s confession. “Do you love him?”
Of course you did, his love was like oxygen that filled your lungs, like sun rays on bare skin. Would it hurt if you said yes? “I do.” A sound escaped him that you couldn’t discern, but you hoped it wasn’t pain. “I love you both. It’s not easy feeling this way,” you admitted, “please say something.” “I think what you’re feeling is normal, sweetie. What I’m curious about is how you’ll tell him that.” You asked yourself the same thing. Maybe…maybe you needed them in the same room again.
Group Message:
You🌸: hey, can you both be at my apartment tonight?
Zayne❄️: of course. I should be done at the hospital by 7 pm.
Sylus🐦⬛: 7 pm it is. See you, then.
You paced around the living room, watching the minutes get shorter as 7 ’o clock approached. Your hands shook and breath was erratic, no self soothing mantra was helping to ease your anxiety. A pattern of three knocks echoed through your door, Sylus stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Evening, kitten.” He knelt down and kissed your cheek before making himself at home, sinking into your sofa with his knees open and arms spread over the backrest. “Please behave, Sy…” He scoffed, “I’ll do my best.” Zayne was 15 minutes late, he looked at you apologetically when you answered the door a second time. “Good to see you again, Doctor,” Sylus teased. Zayne nodded and cleared his throat, sitting at the far end of the couch.
You stood before them, coming to the realization that you had no scripted words or rehearsed speech—just a pounding heart and sweaty brow. They watched you patiently, occasionally glancing at each other. “I…I’m glad you both showed up. I’ve been nervous about this,” your gaze flickered between theirs. Walking back and forth, you continued, “I met you both at very crucial moments in my life…and I thank you for being there for me,” Sylus and Zayne still followed your body as it moved through the room. “I think that’s why I have such similar feelings when it comes to you individually, I can’t help it.”
“I want—no, need you both. I don’t want to give either of you up. That would break my heart.”
A weight seemed to have lifted off your shoulders as the words poured from you like boiling lava, scorching your chest and tongue. Sylus’s eyes glowed, but not with an expression you recognized. “Come sit, kitten,” he patted the center cushion and you sat between both men. “It’s very commendable to admit what you just did, don’t deny that,” he soothed. “Yes, and I think there’s a mutual understanding that we have a lot to discuss,” Zayne added, “but in the meantime, we’re here for you, love.” Both their hands landed softly on each of your thighs, sending a shiver under your skin. “I think a discussion could wait until morning, wouldn’t you agree, Doctor?,” Sylus’s voice dripped with mirth, making you blush.
Then Zayne’s hand squeezed your leg, “I agree…it’s late, we should let you unwind.”
Their breaths warmed the air around you, something in the room shifted with the change of their tones. You layered your hands over theirs, silently understanding what was to come. Sylus moved in first, baring down on your neck with his lips. A small gasp broke from you when Zayne’s pressed his on the shell of your ear, before running the tip of his tongue along the lobe. You felt your body soften from their combined touches, opening your legs and arching into the couch. Zayne took the lead, pulling you into an impassioned kiss. His tongue gently made entry between your lips, rolling against the inside of your cheeks. Sylus’s hand traveled from your thigh to your breast, palming the swell over your shirt—making you moan into Zayne’s mouth. The buttons opened one by one, revealing your nude colored bra to their hungry eyes. They eased you out the sleeves, tossing the garment somewhere, both sets of lips dotting your chest with kisses.
Arousal flooded your racing mind, a warm and wet sensation soaked through your panties. You squirmed as both men worshipped your body, feeling Sylus’s mouth descend down your stomach, invading the space between your legs. Zayne pulled you back in, kissing you with the kind of reverence reserved for a lover. The button of your shorts popped open, then the buzzing sound of your zipper rattled against your eardrum. Sylus pursed his lips on your inner thighs, “can I take these off, now?” “Y-yes, please,” you breathed, curling your fingers into his silver strands. A pleasured growl echoed from his chest when his eyes met your clothed pussy, admiring the stain left from your slick. Zayne took a nipple into his mouth, rolling the peak between his teeth. You mewled, bucking your hips forward, pressing your sex into Sylus’s nose. It nudged your clit and you whined, then you felt it—a slow, wet drag of Sylus’s tongue. “F-fuck, Sy–,” you rasped, clawing the back of his neck as he slid your ruined panties off your ankles.
Zayne took your free hand and placed it on his groin, his erection throbbed under your palm through his dress pants. “Do you feel that?,” he sighed, his eyes glazed and needy. Your hand breached the layers of fabric, smoothing over his hardness. With fingers tightly laced around his length, you stroked him, earning a broken moan from Zayne’s lips. Sylus’s gaze flickered up, watching you pleasure the doctor. His cock twitched from the sight above him, burying his face deeper into your folds. He wrecked your clit with harsh sucks and filled your entrance with his tongue, causing the strokes you gave Zayne to stutter.
“Sy—I’m gonna cum…,” you whimpered, curling your toes into the carpet. A dark chuckle emanated from his throat and were filled with two slender fingers. He pumped in and out of your core, slowly chipping away at your resolve. You moaned, whined, gasped for breath, trying to push his mouth away from your overstimulated nerves. Sylus held you down with his strong arms, “don’t run.” His movements continued, picking up speed, essence running down his hand. Your grip on Zayne’s cock tightened as you approached release, making him groan from the pressure. A bead of precum leaked from his tip, you ran your thumb through the clear nectar and sucked it clean, humming from the taste. Before the flavor of Zayne’s arousal could dissolve from your taste buds, your clit was met with a final suck, “mmmnn, fuck!” You came hard on Sylus’s chin, your spine bowed off the couch as wave after wave crashed over you.
He rose from between your legs, melting a wet kiss on your lips, “you tasted so good, kitten.” His gaze fell on Zayne, whose cheeks were flooded with blush and cock still throbbing in your fist. Sylus closed the distance between their mouths, “would you like a sample, Doctor?,” he purred. Their lips met and you watched with surprise when Zayne’s tongue grazed Sylus’s bottom lip—collecting the glossy slick left for him to taste. “She’s perfect,” he breathed through swollen lips, “but I want more.” You yelped as the surgeon scooped you into his embrace, swiftly carrying you to the bedroom.
Your back bounced off the mattress and body was caged by Zayne’s toned arms. Sylus laid at your side, combing through your hair, planting chaste kisses down your wrist. “Zayne…fuck me, please,” you begged, pulling him in with your legs. He lined up to your entrance, tracing torturous circles around your clit. “Say please again,” he instructed, voice pouring over your ear drums like warm honey. “Please, please baby—please!,” His hand cradled your head and he sank his cock inside, deep, teasing your g spot with his crown. “Good…fucking girl.”
Your eyes rolled back in your skull and you wailed from how full Zayne made you feel. He claimed your walls with his inches, letting you adjust to his girth. Sylus tenderly kissed your neck, “breathe for Zayne, kitten, we got you.” A gust of wind blew from your lips, signaling the man above you to move. His cock dragged in and out, slowly picking up the pace as your core warmed for him. Sylus gripped himself and fisted his cock with languid strokes, filling your ear with his tongue. You found yourself overwhelmed with sensation again, closing your eyes to absorb every ministration. “Zayne…Sylus…you feel so good,” you cooed, writhing against your cotton sheets. They hummed in unison, affirming your loving praise. Sylus’s weight shifted on the bed, you met his gaze, red orbs glowing with desire. “Open your mouth for me, sweetie,” he soothed, brushing your lips with his leaking tip. Your tongue laid flat against your chin, leaving a string of drool hanging between your parted lips.
He tapped his cock on your pink muscle, “such a pretty mouth, kitten,” your lips closed around it, making his hips stutter. Sylus cursed under his breath, “so greedy.” Your throat stretch from his size, you slightly gagged, clenching around his length. “Take your time,” he purred, smoothing his thumb across your cheek. It was a miracle how you maintained focus, especially since you were still being filled deliberately by Zayne’s heavy thrusts. Your walls hugged him tightly, making his eyes squeeze shut. Sylus smirked at his hazy expression, “she must feel amazing if you’re making faces like that.” He kissed him again and Zayne submitted to Sylus’s lips, their tongues danced and masculine growls filled the space between them. Watching them together made your heart feel full, not only did they share your body, but they pleasured each other. Sylus tangled his fingers in the nape of Zayne’s dark locks, tugging his head back. His teeth pinched the doctor’s skin, leaving a rosy mark behind. A moan broke from Zayne’s mouth, the sting from Sylus’s bite made him want to pound you harder.
Every thrust made his tip kiss your sweet spot, blurring your vision as another orgasm tightly wound in your gut. Sylus retrieved his cock from your mouth and he positioned himself behind Zayne. “We share her love, shouldn’t we share her pussy as well?,” he breathed against Zayne’s neck. He grunted in agreement, “I’ll support her from here,” he said pulling you on top of him with your back flush to his chest. His familiar inches filled you again and you moaned from the reintroduction. Zayne kissed down your neck to prepare you for another intrusion. Sylus loomed over your melded body’s, tapping his cock on your swollen clit, “are you ready, kitten?,” his voice was soft and warm. “Yes baby, please,” you cried, reaching for his hands. He clasped yours tight as he sank inside, the sting was intoxicating. Your pussy welcomed them both and you felt perfectly full. A synchronized whimper fell from you and Zayne as Sylus began to roll his hips. The friction was delicious, making your nerve endings vibrate under your skin.
“You feel so good,” he praised leaning in and catching your lips in a reverent kiss. His mouth moved to Zayne’s and he met his lips with the same enthusiasm. Their sounds vibrated against you, making wetness pool from where all three of you connected. Just when you thought Sylus’s thrusts were enough, Zayne clutched your hips and began to slowly pumping inside you. Your pussy gushed and sang for them, the wet sounds were vulgar and sloppy. “Mmm, yes…please don’t stop,” you begged, sandwiched between their solid bodies. Your two lovers huffed and groaned as they fucked you slowly, drinking in your pleasured noises like they found an oasis.
Sylus palmed your breast, rolling the hardened nipple between his finger and thumb. Your body tingled from head to toe, this was the kind of pleasure you only saw in your dreams. Just when you thought you were spoiled enough, Zayne’s deft fingers massaged your sticky clit. You cried out, pouring your essence between your intertwined bodies. “S-Sy…Z-Zayne…I’m cumming!” Your walls clamped on their overlapped girths, making both men growl as they filled your center with warm release. Their lips met yours in a three way kiss, tongues fighting for dominance between desperate lips. The air was thick and smelled of musk and sex. Sylus and Zayne collapsed against the mattress, skin dewy with sweat and chests heaving. You rolled back and forth giving them thankful kisses, praising them with your lips. “You’re both so good to me, I love you…”
After a long shower and replacing your sheets, the three of you sank beneath the blankets. Your bodies tangled together in a perfect knot, the warmth radiating off Sylus and Zayne lulled you to sleep. They shared you with grace and ease, growing fond of each other in the process. Your triangle of love wasn’t so confusing after all.
End.
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What if each of the clones resembles one of the Seven deadly sins?
Hantengu - Greed
Sekido - Wrath
Karaku - Lust
Aizetsu - Sloth
Urogi - Gluttony
Zohakuten - Pride
Urami - Envy
These are only my personal opinions. If you want to use this idea for a story, art, ect. Let me know and tag me, I would be more than happy to read them!
