#dldr

summary: you were like family to cyno, so why did you have to go and become his next target? why, when you were all he ever had? themes: tw///for those uncomfortable by adopted-sibling/pseudo-incest dynamics (ex: caleb/MC lads), dominant!reader, jiejie!reader, riding dick in the desert, friends to enemies to lovers type shit, jealous!cyno, first times, DLDR word count: 559

The desert heat made his head foggy.

“What’s wrong, Cyno?”

He closed his gaping mouth, flexing his fingers around your hips. Sweat rolled down his face, but droplets of pure water clung to yours. You grinned down at him with a smile so sweet, he could almost forget the grinding of your hips and the fondling of your hand.

You paid particular attention to his abdomen, playing your fingers along his muscles. Cyno’s breath quivered when your nails began to glide downwards.

I saw a video of people talking about ships they didn't like and explaining why. Someone else commented something like "clearly these people couldn't handle Tumblr and AO3", and that just sounded kinda...smug to me?

Who said people on AO3 like every possible ship? Who said you have to like every possible ship to use AO3? Yes, I understand there's a lot of people who dislike ships and also call for censorship. There's a lot of people who use their discontent as a reason to enter shipping spaces and express hate in those spaces. But this was not that case.

Fandom communities have definitely seen their share of censorship attacks. That's the whole reason AO3 was even created. But we need to get better at distinguishing real attacks on freedom of expression from just... differing opinions.

summary: before, you were an elf with a flowershop, but now, you're raphael's favorite trophy. haarlep's not supposed to put his hands on you, but since when have raphael's rules ever stopped him from getting what he wants? themes: tw//dubcon/noncon(!!!) and sexual harrassment(!) 3rd POV, virgin!reader, elf!reader, surprisingly-gentle!raphael, horny!haarlep, fingering, hymens, thigh fucking, male masturbation word count: 1.5k

The flower girl was his favorite trophy.

“So beautiful, and you’ve never once laid with a man? I wouldn’t believe it, had it come from anyone other than you.”

Raphael extended the back of his finger to her cheek, running down her soft, supple skin. Her trembling was not unbeknownst to him, nor was the sweat dripping down her forehead. It was hot in the hells, but his darling’s current condition was most certainly due to nerves.

He chuckled. Flipping his palm towards her face, he slid down towards her slender neck. Her dress was modest, but those proportions she was blessed with drew their own attention. He drew his nail down towards the fabric, holding the sharp end teasingly before her neckline.

He placed a bit of pressure against the silk threads. Unexpectedly, he heard her whimper.

Raphael’s eyes shot upwards, locking onto hers. Her eyes shimmered with tears, her lips pursed tightly.

Very nice.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured to her. “I’ll be gentle.”

When his hand cupped her chin, she visibly flinched. Her lips fell open, and incoherent mumbles fell out.

“P-p-please…” she whispered eventually. “I don’t understand…what you’re doing…Raphael…”

“Oh, there’s no need to be scared, pet. I know this is all very different, but just trust me.” He grinned like the devil he was, extending his hand. “I promise to be all you’ll ever need and more.”

Her throat bobbed with a swallow.

The smell of something was thick in the air.

“You know, I just don’t get why the Duke is so obsessed with you.”

She immediately plunged herself neck deep into the water, red flushing her face. She crossed her arms over her breasts and pressed her legs together, doing her best to minimize herself. Heart beating loud in her ears, she could only feebly whisper, “Please don’t sneak up on me, Haarlep.”

An amalgamation of dark magic preceded the incubus’s appearance. As soon as the smoke faded, it left behind a very naked devil.

She averted her eyes. Why, oh why, did the only bath in the castle have to be in such a strange area? It always smelled of incense and musk, and whenever the incubus was around, strange people made strange noises from within his boudoir.

Haarlep laughed at her. He sounded just like Raphael.

That fact gave her chills.

“I mean, you are rather cute. And you have a great body. But it doesn’t seem as though you have any…special skills.”

She could hear the water sloshing as he drew nearer. She wished she could disappear into nothingness.

“That, and you’re so modest. Religious, maybe?”

“N-not really,” she muttered. “Um, you’re awfully close, though.”

“Cute as a button, really. I’d put my hands all over you if I wasn’t forbidden by the master of the house. He never said anything about watching you, though.”

She couldn’t help but glance at him. Haarlep was grinning, and in his hand—.

“Oh, my goodness,” she sputtered, quickly reaching for the marble steps. “Please stop that.”

“Ha! You really are pure, aren’t you? Even with an ass like that?”

She ignored him as she clambered out of the bath, her ears burning hot. Swiping at a towel, she was quick to cover herself to avoid Haarlep’s inappropriate jeers. She could still hear him *doing that god awful thing* behind her as he continued to make raunchy statements.

“Come on, don’t be boring!” he shouted. “Show me your breasts and help me finish!”

She ignored him, making tracks for the folding screen where her clothes were. She hadn’t gotten as complete a bath as she had been wishing, but some things would just have to wait.

She had never been touched like this before.

“You’re gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.”

Her fingernails dug into Raphael’s arms as his hand moved around in her panties. He touched her in places she had only ever touched herself, and it was shameful, but it felt good. Tears streamed down her cheeks as he bit her neck, and she let out a choked sob.

“Mm, you didn’t bathe fully,” Raphael purred against her skin. “You smell delightfully moist.”

He reached for her breast with his free hand, squeezing firmly. She arched her back, involuntarily pushing into him. The sensation was so foreign, she couldn’t help but shudder. Just when she thought she had had enough, Raphael pressed up against her back.

It was long, thick, and hard against her. It throbbed, and her pulse skyrocketed.

“Just a finger,” he murmured. “Perhaps just a finger.”

She didn’t understand, not until his middle finger plunged straight into her hole.

Excruciating pain sent her clapping her thighs together. Raphael’s finger had only gone up to his first knuckle, but she felt overwhelmingly full. He most certainly noticed, because he instantly whipped his hand away.

“There’s a hymen. I got so impatient, I forgot to consider that you might have one.”

He throbbed again. Raphael’s breath quivered by her ear.

“Not yet,” he said, and she couldn’t tell if he was speaking to her or to himself anymore. “There’s no rush.”

The pain faded away when Raphael began playing with her clit again. Her toes curled up, and she begged him to stop.

“I don’t know why,” he murmured, “but I love watching you cum.”

She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Maybe he likes you because you’re so inexperienced.”

She was too sore and jaded to care about Haarlep this time. She feebly lifted her arms to cover herself, but remained reclined in the hot pool. Haarlep casually slid into place next to her.

“You may not be aware of this, but the master of the house is a terrible lover. That’s why I exist—to provide for him with my fountain of expertise. Still, he’s god awful at the whole thing.”

Haarlep curled a strand of her hair around his finger as he spoke. She pursed her lips.

“What does any of that have to do with me?”

“Oh, so you do speak.” Haarlep laughed. “You’re rather cute when you’re giving me the cold shoulder, but I’ll take it.”

She ignored his provocation. “Can you just answer my question?”

“Of course, darling. Being with you clearly makes Raphael feel like he’s got the upper hand in the bedroom. He’s never worried about satisfying you, because even the slightest stimulation turns you as red as the devil himself.”

Haarlep tapped the pointed end of her elven ear. His words and actions would normally have made her flush, but she was getting awfully used to Haarlep’s mannerisms. She simply batted his hand away, procuring a chuckle from him.

“Gods, messing with you gets me so hard. I’d fuck you into next week if I could.”

Displeased, she closed her eyes. “Didn’t Raphael warn you not to talk to me like that?”

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss. You know you love my company.”

She sighed.

He laughed again, resting his hand on her thigh. His tail was twitching around behind him, revealing just how excited the incubus truly was. Haarlep had been pushing the lines between Raphael’s rules recently, seeking out any and every loophole he could use to get as physically close to her as possible. Whenever she mentioned this, Raphael became more stern, and Haarlep became more crafty.

The rules never said anything about touching her. The rules never said anything about kissing her. The rules never said anything about sticking his tongue in her crotch. He told her this each and every time.

It was disgusting, the fact that she was getting so used to this harassment that it hardly phased her anymore. Not to mention the fact that she was starting to notice the differences between the two devils when it came to bedroom matters. Haarlep certainly wasn’t just claiming to be an incubus.

“I promise you’ll like it,” he purred. “I’ve never had an unsatisfied customer.”

“I think your penis will vaporize if you even try.”

“So you’re thinking about it.”

“Did you even hear me…?”

He smirked, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Unexpectedly, she felt her cheeks grow warm.

“Come on, darling. Enlighten me.”

She should have predicted that Haarlep would be unable to control himself. By the fourth time he promised it would be the last time, she was covered in incubus sperm from head to toe.

“Relax, darling, relax. I’ve got your legs, you just focus on holding those thighs together. Yes, like that.”

She was breathless, but she still had the strength to do as he said. She just couldn’t tell if it was out of desire or desperation.

“Fuck,” Haarlep moaned, grinning down at her. “You’re a fucking angel, darling. I bet your cunt feels like heaven.”

She turned her head away, trying her best to ignore his words. Between her oiled thighs, Haarlep moved his thick cock in slow, hammering thrusts. His tip rubbed against her stomach, tickling her midsection with each pound.

“I’m cumming again. I just wish I could do it…inside of you.”

Hot sperm shot onto her face, soiling her chin. She winced, shutting her eye when he shot a load over it.

Haarlep relaxed, relinquishing her.

“Ah, well. Raphael won’t like it if you smell too much like me, so wash yourself up well, won’t you, darling?”

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Ok, I was already into sharing her clips as a general THIS to my hopes for a hardcore return to fandom etiquette but *gestures emphatically* 👏 T H I S 👏 ...Right!?