#sinner writes

A/N: Am I taking a brief hiatus from my hiatus to write a little ficlet for Jan’s birthday? I might be. It’s the rosé talking lol. Like Jan I celebrate my birthday for a week so I’m absolutely getting lit this weekend still. My friend and I found a Hawaiian place with alcoholic boba and we have to go sooooo…. I’ll be back for real in a few days!

xoxo -Sinner

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Jan had been disappointed when Nicky hadn’t even texted her a happy birthday. No text, no call, no Instagram post… and on top of that, she’d declined her invitation to Fire Island. Jan understood she was busy, but so busy she couldn’t even text her? Jan pursed her pumped up lips.

Izzy handed her a cocktail. “Hey birthday girl. Stop checking your phone. We’ve got partying to do.”

Jan put on a smile and followed Izzy to the party, sipping her cocktail. “We do!”

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Jan was dancing with her friends when she felt someone tap her shoulder. She was about to tell the guy to piss off, she was gay, when she say who it was. She immediately launched herself into Nicky’s arms and kissed her solidly on the mouth. “You said you weren’t coming!”

A/N: Saint and I were both a little unsure with this one but I hope it came out ok!

-Sinner

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“What do you think about us... trying anal?”

Denali looked up at her girlfriend. “Have you ever done it before?”

“No have you?”

Denali huffed a laugh. “I have. Had a boyfriend who was bi and we tried it. It was alright. But he taught me how to prepare.”

“Wait... who bottomed?”

“Well we both did. But I only let him put it in my butt once.”

“Did you like it?”

“I liked putting it in his more.”

Rosie chuckled. “Would you try it with me?”

“You’ve never done it?”

“Not there, no.”

“I mean obviously I know you’ve had it in your pussy. I fuck you like three times a day, you little slut.”

“Shut up. You enjoy it just as much as I do.”

Denali couldn’t deny that. “Alright. Let’s start preparing.”

-

Rosie was clean, stretched and well lubed by the time Denali decided her girlfriend was ready for it to go in. She’d atypically picked a small strap, despite Rosie’s insistence she could take bigger. Her girlfriend was certainly a size queen but this was different and Denali wasn’t going to make her take a big one for her first time.

“Try to stay relaxed, my Rosie. I’ve got you.”

Rosie held Denali’s hips as Denali began to push in carefully.

“Mm fuck...”

“Don’t worry.” It wasn’t going far in but Denali was patient. “Just keep breathing, baby.”

Denali added more lube, taking her time. Trying a little more. Adding more lube. Going for it again. Adding more lube. Repeat again.

Eventually she was fully seated in her girlfriend.

“How do you feel?”

Rosie chuckled. “Like I’m pooping.”

Denali laughed. “You wanna continue though?”

Rosie bit her lip.

“How about I put a plug in you and give that sweet pussy the big fat strap it deserves instead of this dirty little guy?”

When the prisoner Rosé woke up in chains, she would be unable to access her magic and probably groggy too. She opened her eyes and saw Jan in her purple velvet robe and she smiled softly. Jan was the only one allowed to wear purple in her coven so she knew it was her. Jan wondered what caused her to smile

“You’re awake,” she said sternly. “What were you doing stalking my coven?”

Rosé cleared her throat. “I was trying to join you.”

Jan frowned. “What sort of fool do you take me for? You’re from another coven. You’re here to infiltrate and destroy my sisterhood.”

Rosé shook her head. “I’m not. I promise. I’ll do anything to prove it.”

“Anything?” Jan asked.

“Anything,” she confirmed. “Even the Revelation Ritual.”

Jan knew the ritual. It was intense but it would reveal the truth. It involved two parties enclosed in a magic circle with a question woven into it, and they would engage in sex magic that would reveal the truth. If it was a question of truth, and one party was dishonest, they would be branded with runes marking them a liar. But if they were true, the truth would be revealed.

Rosé was already bound, it would be easy enough to ready her. A quick cleansing before she drew the magic into her skin, laid her down in the magic circle and began. And then she would have her truth.

“Alright. Let me draw the circle.”

Jan took her time, weaving in spells that would reveal Rosé’s truth. Rosé being from a rival coven, Jan wanted to know all.

When it was ready, she laid her down in the circle and began to chant as she anointed Rose’s pussy with oil.

She strapped on her magic stone cock, and warmed it and slicked it with her magic.

“If you’ve lied to me, you will burn. If you’re telling the truth, you will reveal all.”

“I promise you won’t be disappointed,” she purred.

Cheeky. Jan moved into the circle too. “Ready?”

“I’m ready”.

Jan pushed in and set a steady pace. “Tell me why you’re here.”

“To join you.”

“Is that all?”

“No.” Rosé bit her lip. “No I’ve been attracted to you since I first saw you.”

Jan faltered in her strokes. “You’re attracted to me?”

“Very very much. Might’ve suggested this ritual so you could fuck me.”

Jan blushed. “That was naughty of you.”

Rosé chuckled. “Yeah but we both get what we want. You get answers and I get to have you on top of me while I’m bound and wet for you,” she purred.

Jan chuckled. “You’re going to be a handful, I can tell. Alright. You can stay. But I make the rules.”

Rosé woke to Nicky watching her from the chair. They’d shared a bed in their hotel room as there was a mix-up with their reservation, resulting in one king bed instead of two queens. Rosé had warned her, she was totally a sleep cuddler.

She vaguely wondered if she’d been too cuddly and that’s why Nicky was watching her from the armchair. “Sorry, did I keep you up?” she asked, voice still sleep-rough.

Nicky put a finger to her lips. “Shh. Don’t talk. I didn’t know you could do that.”

Rosé looked at her confused. “Do what?”

“Look so adorable when you sleep.”

Rosé chuckled. “Told you once you slept with me you wouldn’t go back.”

“Shh. Don’t ruin it. But do you want to...?”

Rosé glanced at the clock. It was early enough. She nodded, obeying Nicky’s command not to talk.

Nicky went to her suitcase and got some silk ropes and an enormous strap. Rosé spied a pink ballgag and pointed to it. Nicky smirked.

“Oh you want that too, baby?” Nicky picked it up and put it on Rosé. Then she stripped Rosé naked, put a pillow under her hips, and began to tie her spreadeagled to the bed. When she was done, Rosé tested her bonds and found them comfortably secure.

Nicky smirked and snapped a pic. “Proof that I got the pink princess just where I want her.”

Rosé moaned around her ballgag, eager for Nicky to stop teasing. But Nicky was just getting started. She ran her nails over Rosé’s thighs. “Can’t wait to tease you until you can’t take it anymore,” she purred as she put on her enormous strap. “Too bad you can’t escape or beg. We’ll be going at my pace, cherie.”

A/N: As always with my ‘canon compliant’ (that is what cc is right? Lol) fics, they’re both single because otherwise it just gets... weird.

Also this might’ve gotten slightly more smutty (lightly) than fluffy whoops

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Rosé sighed as she laid in the bed next to Denali. This weekend hadn’t gone at all according to plan. It was her birthday, and she wasn’t able to do the Chicago shows. She’d been looking forward to her reunion with Denali and Mik but the universe said no. At least she got to have drinks with Denali and LaLa. And she was staying with Denali.

Denali understood her mood. She couldn’t perform. Doctor’s orders. Denali of all people understood the frustration... fuck it. She buried her face in Denali’s chest and hugged her close. “Hold me please?”

It might’ve been weird if it wasn’t Denali but they’d been through so much together that she knew that she could ask Denali for this. She understood. She would be the same way if she was the one who couldn’t perform. They were both born for the stage. They needed to perform. They needed that rush.

“Rosie. My Rosita. I’ve got you.” She brushed her short hair off her face. “You ok?”

Rosie sighed. “You know how it is. How disappointing it is. I’m finally getting a chance to live my dreams... and now this...”

“I know baby. I know. If you weren’t on medication I would split that edible I have with you.”

She smiled softly. “Damn. I’ll have to come back to Chicago when I’m better.”

“I just remembered I have a high cbd bath soak. Wanna share it with me?”

“Is your tub big enough diva?”

“If I sit in your lap,” she laughed. “So how about it?”

The second the doctor cleared her for sex post partum, Denali was right back on her husband’s cock. She wasn’t ready for another baby, not for a long time, if ever again, but god she’d missed having her husband like this. And now her tits were huge and milky and Ross couldn’t keep his hands off them, and honestly, neither could she. She held her tiddies as she rode his cock, his hands tied to the headboard.

“You’re so hard for me. These big milky tiddies getting you off? You wanted a milf this whole time didn’t you? It was your plan all along. You sly dog.” She swiveled her hips with him all the way inside.

Ross chuckled. “You caught me,” he joked.

“Bet you wanna drink from me. Make my milk flow. That’s so naughty. That’s for our daughter.” Denali was on a roll, settling into her newfound role of dominant milf. “Bet you’d love to fuck my big milky tiddies wouldn’t you, you fucking hot dog.”

Ross moaned. “I sure would mommy.”

“What did you call me?”

“Mommy.”

Denali smirked. “Say it again.”

“Mommy.”

She grinned. “Are you going to be a good boy and keep your cock hard until mommy is finished with it?”

“Yes mommy. Anything for you.”

A/N: I tried to make this smuttier but something about Dadsé just makes it always come out ridiculously sweet and sappy.

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Nali had done it. She’d married the man of her dreams and adopted his adorable daughter. They were honeymooning in Mexico and Denali was laying next to her husband, holding his hands as they kissed.

The ceremony had been absolutely beautiful. It was small and intimate, just their closest family and friends. Lemon was the most gorgeous flower girl anyone had ever seen. Ross had braided a sunflower into her hair and she looked radiant. Lemon had picked the main color for their wedding, lemon yellow, of course, and cream, which they’d picked to compliment their daughter’s choice. Denali’s bouquet had sunflowers in it too, and there was lemonade and lemoncello for the guests.

It had been a beautiful ceremony and Denali had never been more sure that she’d made the right choice. They’d danced together first, but for the second dance, while Nali danced with her dad, Ross danced with his daughter and it was just the sweetest thing. They were honeymooning for a week and it was the longest Ross had ever left his daughter, but grandma Kizha and Aunty Jan and her wife Jackie would take good care of Lemon while they were away. Lemon had hugged them both and told them to bring her back a little sister and a cactus.

They’d decided on Mexico over Scotland for the weather, as Denali had made a compelling argument for sitting on the beach in her bikini drinking micheladas would be a way better view than her dressed for Scottish weather.

Denali was also delighted to see that her husband could certainly handle his own in Spanish and she didn’t have to worry too much about the language barrier. She knew he spoke it well enough and could certainly understand her but it was still nice to see in action. Their beachfront hotel was lovely, and Ross had made sure that everything was perfect for them.

She kissed him again. They’d talked about having a baby together, and seeing how he was with Lemon, Denali knew she’d be ok raising a child with him. More than ok. She’d be happy. Denali had stopped taking her birth control and Lemon had asked them to bring her back a little sister...

She gently ran her nails down his chest. “Now that I’m your wife,” god she’d never get tired of saying that, “how about we start trying for a baby? Lemon did ask for a little sister. And it’s not like you to deny her anything.”

He chuckled. “It’s not like me to deny you anything either.”

She laughed. “No. We girls always get our way. But I want you to fuck me so good. Fuck me every day, daddy. I wanna have your baby. Breed me,” she purred, grinding against him.

He grinned and pinned her to the bed. “Oh don’t worry, I have every intention of cumming in this sweet pussy at least once a day every day I can, for the rest of our lives.” He kissed her sweetly. “I’m so glad you’re my wife.”

A/N: Decided to take this prompt and set it in a continuation of my Dadsé fic. Also I’m gonna make a ‘verse with it and I have at least one more prompt I’m gonna put in it. Enjoy!

xoxo - Sinner

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Ross was even more wonderful than Nali had imagined when she first saw him and his daughter at the skating rink. They’d been on several dates since, some just them, some with Lemon, and Nali had fallen hard for this doting single dad. Last time they’d taken Lemon to the aquarium and it had been absolutely lovely, the three of them holding hands, looking at all the aquatic life. Ross had even gotten Lem a plush sea otter.

But this date was just them and as much as she loved being part of their little family, she loved getting time with just Ross too while Lem was with her Aunty Jan for the night.

Ross had taken her for an excellent dinner and Nali was absolutely ready for Ross to take her to bed for the first time. She was glad they’d taken it slow but a girl had needs and her man was hot. She wanted to see what he was like in bed. If he was good, she was absolutely marrying him in the future. Because he was perfect and she could see herself with him in the long run. She’d been with other guys, other girls, but something about Ross...

He smiled at her as he undressed her, kissing her, caressing her. How dare he take his time when she was this horny for him. She could feel him against her and she had high hopes. She was a size queen, she couldn’t deny it, and she hoped he was packing down there.

Fuck it. She started to eagerly tear off his clothes, wanting to see him naked and not wanting to wait another second.

“Holy fuck!”

He had a beautiful uncut cock and a sexy, hairy body. And Denali was even more in love with him.

Denali bit her lip and smirked. “You didn’t tell me you were hiding the Loch Ness Monster down there...”

Ross laughed. “Didn’t want to scare you.”

“Scare me? If anything I’m even more attracted to you,” she laughed. “No wonder Scotsmen are famous for what’s under their kilts.” She adopted a sort of Scottish accent. “Big skotish kok!”

He laughed and finished undressing her. “You’re pretty hot yourself.” He caressed her body, kissing her neck as he laid her on the bed. His fingers were between her folds and Denali wasn’t surprised when he showed her that she was soaked. “Mm love wet pussy.”

He slid down her body and Nali nearly came the second he put his mouth on her. Holy fuck. If this was what his mouth was like, Denali couldn’t wait for his cock. Jesus fucking Christ he was so attentive. Fuck. Of course he was. She came embarrassingly quickly all over his face but he just smirked up at her and asked, “Do you want another one before you get my cock?”

He was going to be the death of her in the best way possible.

Denali pushed him onto the bed and rode his face to two more orgasms before she sunk down on his rock hard cock. “Holy fuck!!” she yelled. He was absolutely huge but she was so fucking wet and ready for it. Thank god she was on birth control because she was absolutely making him cum inside her. She wanted every inch of him. She put her athletic body to the task of riding him like her life depended on it.