Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandom:
Relationships:
Characters:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Series:
Part 6 of One Shots
Stats:
Published:
2024-07-06
Words:
3,841
Chapters:
1/1
Comments:
67
Kudos:
37
Bookmarks:
11
Hits:
3,226

Thundering Pleasure

Summary:

Luz has a rare day where the past just weighs her down, and for once it’s not about a certain former emperor.

Amity is always there to relieve such tension, knowing even the past hurts, willing to show it’s okay to let it out.

Notes:

A little gift to the AO3 author who got me back into writing. Not exactly my kind of fetish, but I’m willing to swallow my pride. That and I’ve made a request or two of my own to them before.

I hope this satisfies.

If there’s any errors, please let me know.

Work Text:

Thunder booms outside in the town of Gravesfield, the storm blowing through the air as a lone figure makes her way outside, a long jacket and umbrella obscuring most of her features. She’s never liked the town which has lead to her love moving to another world, but she can’t help but admit not everyone is the monster she thought they were. Sightseeing, however, is not why she’s visiting.

A benefit to the University of Wild Magic is that there are designated break times, with homework being strictly prohibited from being sent out to the students. The headmaster, former criminal Eda the Owl Lady, knows the benefit of rest, and disturbing it for the sake of a teacher’s pride is punishable by termination, with no severance package. With the Isles still working to re-establish a less corrupt government, she has the right to allow for such a thing to occur.

Amity knows such details are why Luz would like to spend time back in her Human Realm home, the one place she knows her love knows. The youngest Noceda has promised to return during her break, and thus far has kept her promise, choosing to sort out the basement to find out what should be thrown out and what should be sent to the Owl House for storage.

’20 years old and still refusing let go of her family,’ the witch comments to herself with amusement, knocking on the Noceda Residence’s front door. ‘Such a sweet thing~ No, focus. First you help her, then you spoil her.’

Nobody comes to answer the door, Amity looking over to the driveway to find Camila’s car isn’t parked. Suspecting her to be hauled up with Vee somewhere else, she enters the house, knowing the two would become angry knowing she stood in the rain for possible hours. The lilac-haired witch enters to find several boxes by the front door, an owl mark on their sides indicating Luz has arrived safely.

Suspecting her love it be in the basement, gathering several more boxes, she heads down to the basement, the stairway’s bottom lined with a few stacks of boxes, about four in all. The room is sparse compared to what it once was six years ago, the decorations either stored away or prepared to be sent off to the Owl House, a specific sound catching the figure’s ears.

sniff

Concern grows within the tall woman’s gut, suspecting Luz to be hurt in some manner with nobody to help her. The youngest Blight takes a look around, the couch failing to obscure both an open closet door and the young woman within. She has suffered no visible injuries, Amity taking a seat beside her, relieved to know she’s safe at least, though worried.

”Luz, there you are,” she whispers, sitting just behind her. “Is everything alright?”

Startled, Luz turns to see her girlfriend taking a seat, only to quickly calm down before sighing, wiping away tears.

”H-Hey Amity,” she murmurs, forcing a smile across her lips. “I was just… looking at something.”

”What did you find?” Amity asks, looking over her love’s shoulder before backing off. “It’s okay to look, right?”

The grin across Luz’s face becomes more genuine as she slides the container over, revealing a cassette player and a small selection of accompanying tapes. The taller woman watches as her love presses the play button, a song playing in response. An almost melodic tune, reminiscent of a guitar-played lullaby, plays through the speaker, tears spilling across Luz’s cheeks.

“I thought I lost it a while back, but… it’s still here, and it’s still working,” the human whispers, letting Amity hold it, trusting her. “Dad wasn’t sure about digital playlists and phones’ battery power, so he got me this. That way, if there was a bad storm like outside…”

”…you wouldn’t feel alone?” the witch finishes softly.

Her girlfriend nods, sniffling as she continues, explaining, ”I still miss him. I know it’s been 14 years since he passed away, but…”

Luz doesn’t finish, trying to hold back her tears. She feels childish for wanting to cry any other day beyond the anniversary her father passed away. She knows it’s not common for someone to get teary-eyed over a recorder, much less when her love, possibly the most mature woman in her everyday life, is right beside her.

“It’s okay…”

Amity pulls her love into a tender embrace from the side, pulling her into a warm hug. Luz’s eyes widen as the taller woman looks into her eyes, expressing nothing but empathy, tracing a hand along her shoulder.

”W-What?” Luz asks.

”You’re allowed to be sad. You told me it’s okay to mourn what I once had, so why can’t you mourn too?” the ponytailed figure asks softly, making sure her every movement is slow as she holds her Luz close. “Cry, scream, even talk to someone you trust. It’s much healthier to simply let someone know than to let it consume you.”

The human returns the gesture by climbing into her lap, trembling as she accepts the explanation. After years of pent-up emotion in a bid to prove she’s moved on, she realizes she’s forgotten to allow herself the chance to cry, to do something about her issues privately. As a result, she has found herself in Amity’s embrace, trembling as she allows tears to fall freely, to finally be honest with herself.

”…Hey, do you think Manny would’ve liked me?” the witch asks softly, refusing to leave her girlfriend to her sorrows alone.

”Mamá said he never understood what being gay, lesbian, or whatever is like, but when she asked if he was… against them,” Luz smiles, recalling what her mom told her, “he wanted to kick a jerk’s teeth in. People are people, that’s all that mattered to him. But you actually treat me like a person, not some weirdo, which only would make him happier. So yeah, I think he would’ve liked you.”

KRAK

The tan woman whimpers, curling into her love’s embrace further as the thunderclap outside startles her. No matter how many times she tries to ignore it, the fear of such a thing has never completely disappeared. She remembers the noise being her first known time of being afraid, along with being the cause behind possibly the worst week of her entire life.

Understanding her fear, Amity uses a tendril of purple ooze to rewind the cassette player before playing a new song via another of the tapes. Immediately, the strumming of a ukulele and the splashing of waves comes through the device’s speakers, the effect on her love immediate and blatant. Her silent tears continue to flow, only this time growing limp in Amity’s arms, as if at peace.

”…Thanks,” Luz murmurs, grateful. “This… means a lot more than you think.”

 

 

Refusing to allow herself to become completely trembling, the 5’6 Luz insists on carrying her love to the couch, all 7’0 of her. Her arms strain from the struggle, her formerly weak arms still struggling to allow for her to hold up her love. Each step is akin to lifting several logs at once, but all the same she manages to uphold her pride and set Amity upon the couch on her own. The cassette player continues to play its Hawaiian melody, providing her the strength she needs to handle the fear of the storm, proof that everything will be alright as promised long ago.

The witch pants as her human flops onto the couch beside her, certain her muscles are aching from carrying her so diligently. She knows she desires to remain big, even after her forced exclusion from the Boiling Isles Cleanup Crews, needing insistence to ensure she doesn’t make a needlessly hard choice for the sake of others. Now she rests beside her, eyes glazed over as exhaustion takes over by the second.

The youngest Blight refuses to allow her love to succumb without a comfortable seat, pulling her into her lap, listening to her sigh from relief. No matter how strong the human spellcaster remains 

”…You treat me so well,” Luz murmurs, sitting upon her girlfriend’s soft thighs. “I swear, Odalia’s genes are the one good thing she gave you~”

”Please, the hag’s lost her charm in prison, especially with nobody to impress. At least with you, I have a reason to keep myself firm~” the older woman teases, tracing a finger across Luz’s chin. “Look at you, listening to some comforting music, resting upon a throne, all while spoiled by your awesome girlfriend. Is my darling feeling better~?”

”Yeah, so much better. Thanks for… listening and helping,” Luz murmurs with gratitude, nuzzling into Amity’s soft chest. “Titan Almighty you’re soft~”

She can’t help but shuffle in her favorite spot, nuzzling her face further into her love’s bosom. Perhaps the abundance of comfort is driving her instincts, but her want for more of Amity’s touch refuses to dissipate. Luz’s fiancée loves seeing her love react in such a way, knowing only the simplest of terms and actions is enough to turn her into a cuddly mess.

The light-skinned witch purrs, wrapping her arms around her waist as she pulls her closer, feeling a distinct throb along her crotch. She smirks, realizing affection alone has turned her love into an aroused pup, unable to deny that she herself is feeling a distinct warmth from within as well.

”I think I still have some of her charm. Not everyone’s going to listen to reason, and assertiveness isn’t too bad to maintain, even under the hag’s nose,” Amity quips, her purrs continuing as she cuddles up with her favorite human. “Just say yes, and I’ll show you pleasure beyond your comprehension~”

 

 

Over the years, Amity has tried to develop techniques to maintain her figure, refusing to allow her Abomination work to dominate her time away from Luz. From yoga to Willow’s strength training to light gymnastics, she’s searched for the perfect method to hold both power and flexibility, finally managing to find a middle ground between the two in recent months.

”You remember what the safe words are, right?” Amity asks softly, removing her boots and stockings, her shirt opening thanks to her Abomination control. “I’d hate to make my darling Batata uncomfortable.”

”Green for go, Yellow for slow down, Red for stop,” Luz states with a mixture of confidence and desire, exposing her lower half for her love. “I’m yours, Sweet Potato~”

”Darling, this might satisfy you just a little too well~”

The tall witch wraps her fingers around her love’s shaft, feeling her grow inch by inch as Luz gasps from the touch. She shivers as the foreplay takes over her mind, her love’s heartbeat serving to remind her that she’s here, safe, and loved, the strokes only reinforcing their bond for one another.

Th-Thump. Th-Thump. Th-Thump.

“Nice and still without a whimper. Such a strong girl~” Amity coos, watching her love squirm in her hold. “Shhh~ It’s okay, you’re nice and snug~ Just let me make the sad thoughts go away, and you’ll never need to worry for the rest of the night~”

Luz hardens from the combination of praise and physical affection, gritting her teeth as she looks upward, the lilac-haired witch’s gaze looking down softly into her human’s brown eyes. She moans softly, feeling one hand cupping her cheek while the other strokes her into submission. The dominated lover isn’t sure how many times this has happened, but with how often she’s become a puddle, she wouldn’t mind remaining her darling pup.

”Good girl~ That’s it darling, get hard for the one who’s entranced you~” she purrs, her rumbling serving to send Luz closer to the edge, her member fully hard. “Looks like you’re ready~ Just tell me if I’m going too far, okay sweetie?”

”I’ll let you know~” Luz coos, nuzzling further into her beloved’s bosom. “I trust you~”

KRAK

Luz tenses up, leaning further into her love’s chest, her bosom stifling her human’s whimpers for her. The cassette player once more rewinds to allow for a new tune to play, this time a wordless country melody, soothing her almost instantly.

”Shhh… It’s okay~ You’re safe, darling~” Amity whispers, one hand to her love’s chest, the other softly petting her head. “The lightning will never hurt you again~”

However, the strokes along her member continue. For a moment, Luz grows confused, feeling both hands on her body, suspecting Amity to be utilizing her Abomination Magic on her once again, but the substance is too firm.

 

 

Looking down, rather than finding a hand or a tendril of familiar purple ooze, Luz witnesses the result of Amity’s exercise routine. A pair of light-skinned feet stroke up and down her shaft, black nail polish seeming to glisten in the basement light, her legs holding Luz in a hold by proxy.

”I made sure to clean myself up thoroughly for what’s to come. You carrying me to this couch only made me want to spoil you sooner~” the youngest Blight purrs, never losing pace. “I admit this isn’t exactly the most normal kink humans are known for, but just tell me if it’s too much and we can stop.”

For a moment, Luz considers asking or a pause, only for her love’s soles to rub extra gently, displaying her dexterity despite her seeming inexperience. The sensation is nothing like she’s ever felt, the feeling of her love’s feet pleasuring her in such a way making her shiver form a mixture of confusion and fascination, keeping a hand to her cheek, the feeling of her breast being tenderly groped leading her mind elsewhere. She only has one concrete thought as she nuzzles her love’s chest from behind her.

”Green,” she murmurs softly, her blush creeping across her cheeks. “Please be gentle, j-just don’t stop~”

Pleased to hear such a response, Amity purrs, ”That’s it, darling~ Just relax, let the music soothe your fears, and just let your Sweet Potato turn you into a mess~”

Even with such a unique pleasure, Luz can’t help but look the entire time, a thumb and index finger rubbing around her nipple and a smooth, soft hand across her cheek. The glimmering of the witch’s black nails contrasts her almost pale skin, her free hand gripping her love’s thigh, trying to ground herself in reality. Even with her predicament of pleasure, the human refuses to lose her mind to lust.

”Mmm~ Don’t worry sweetie, just let me take over,” Amity assured, her toes curling to maintain a better grip. “Nice and slow~ If you want me to move faster, just ask, okay~?”

Feeling herself grow more aroused, the younger woman pants, murmuring, “Okay, I trust you. What did I do to deserve this~?”

Amity doesn’t answer, tilting her love’s head up with a knowing smirk. She can’t possibly hate the woman who encouraged her to become a better person, and here she is rewarding the love of her life for giving her such a chance. She knows what her human would say, that despite offering the option, the youngest Blight is still the one to accept the offer.

Refusing to let the “deserving” question remain, Amity tilts her head down, just enough for her and Luz to connect with a kiss. The latter can taste the former’s tongue, unable to resist but kiss back vigorously, losing herself to her own lust. The idea of separating hurts, yet deep down she knows such a thing to be nothing more than an impossibility.

Each individual stroke sends shivers throughout Luz’s body, feeling every little digit across her shaft and tip, as if she had at least attempted something similar before. She can’t help but admire her love’s desire to spread affection and love to her, a soft purr from behind sending the tan woman closer to the edge.

”Not yet. Just enjoy it~” the older woman purrs, her soles stroking the woman’s member slower. “Just listen and relax~ Be a good girl and let yourself embrace it~”

Luz can feel her pulse quicken, panting as her urge for more increases. She feels partly guilty for what she’s about to ask, the truth she’s encouraged to ask preventing her guilt from halting her.

”A-Amity,” she whispers, looking up with wide eyes. “If it’s okay, f-faster. Please~”

”Such a good darling~” Amity replies, her hold upon her love’s body changing from her chest and head to her waist. “I love you~”

”I love you too, Amity~” Luz replies. “So mu-Ahh~!”

The human looks down long enough see Amity’s feet stroking her faster, Luz panting from the odd yet satisfying stimulation. She has never expected a footjob to feel good before, only for her awesome girlfriend to prove such a thing isn’t so bad after all, twitching, her eyes briefly gazing upon her nail polish once more.

”H-How~?” Luz openly wonders, unsure how much more she can take, feeling the witch’s toes trace along her sensitive shaft. “Just… How~?”

”I’ve been wondering how to reward your good behavior. Your panting and moans are pleasing me so much, you know that right~?” Amity coos, her hold around her favorite human tightening. “Just accept that you’re deserving of this reward~ You deserve a happy future~”

The younger lover whimpers for a second, unable to think clearly as she begins to leak pre-cum, staining her love’s soles, only serving to make the sensations that much more pleasurable. A kiss only briefly silences her moans, the taste of her love’s tongue serving to make her ooze further.

”Oh~! You’re close cumming, aren’t you? Does my good girl want to cum~?” the older woman purrs, refusing to let up just yet. “Color?”

”Green!” Luz yelps, unsure just how much more she can take. “P-Please! Do what feels right! I-I trust you!”

The hold around Luz tightens as she shudders, her breaths shaking as she feels her girlfriend’s feet wrap around her shaft, tight enough to keep her in place but gentle enough to feel safe. Amity’s strokes come faster than before, no longer believing teasing her love will be needed; in her eyes, Luz has earned her prize.

”Cum~ Cum for me, darling~” she coos, her warm breath further tempting Luz. “Cum for me~ Be a good girl and let yourself drain your cock dry, okay~?“

With one last kiss to the back of her head, Amity’s favorite human finally bursts, screaming into her chest as thick white streams of seed pour out. They stain her love’s soles and toes, the thickness making it quite clear to the purple-haired woman her love never came so hard before. Abomination Slime emerges from beneath her, focusing on ensuring her human doesn’t break from the stimulation, her tuckered pants indicating the single orgasm took much out of her.

”Good girl~ You let out so much~” the youngest Blight praises in a whisper, the purple ooze cleaning up the mess. “Go ahead, rest for a moment. You must’ve felt so good~”

The tan girl shivers with a nod, nuzzling further into her dominant partner’s embrace.

 

 

Luz and Amity know they won’t get along with everything all the time, it’s natural for any romantic relationship. Among the things they enjoy, especially together, is snuggling after a session of sexual pleasure, usually after the latter woman dominated the former in some manner. The circumstances leading up to it were different, yet the outcome is more than worthwhile.

Luz finds herself trembling, still coming down from the orgasm-induced high of pleasure, unable to even speak clearly aside from nodding or shaking her head. All she can do is tremble and coo from Amity’s calming touch, nothing able to-

KRAK

click

Luz’s whimpers last for only a moment before one of her dad’s tapes plays, the thunder and lightning outside unable to hurt her. She isn’t sure how she can repay her girlfriend, just that one day she’ll find a way to sneak into her heart, just as she’s done countless times before.

”Shhh… It’s okay, sweetie~” the lilac-haired woman coos, a hand cupping her human’s cheek. “It’s okay. You’re safe~ Are you alright, have I done something you’re uncomfortable with?”

The youngest Noceda shakes her head, confident she isn’t hurt. The act was far from what she was familiar with, at moments even confusing, but she can’t deny the fact she felt safe. She trusts Amity, the sigh of relief escaping the fairer-skinned figure’s mouth confirming the latter is relieved she hasn’t crossed a line.

Moment by moment, the taller woman can feel her love’s movements become more free, her breathing less labored. She tilts her head upward, smiling as she locks her arms and legs around her future spouse’s body. A tender hand brushes the tan-skinned woman’s hair, a soft coo escaping her lips, further allowing herself to become completely submissive, even while her body aches from the pleasureful session from just prior.

“You were so brave trying something new. I admit, it’s not the… most reputable kink, but if you’re okay with it, that’s great,” Amity coos, a spell circle creating an Abomination. “Get us some water please, Mi Batata needs something to drink after the fun we had~”

The construct leaves to grab a water bottle, giving the two a chance to snuggle up closer.

”T-Thanks for… helping,” Luz murmurs, exhaustion starting to take over. “It felt nice, just the two of us.”

”A chance to just be together. It’s not much, but it means a lot, doesn’t it?” Amity purrs, cupping her love’s cheek. “Darling, never consider yourself unworthy. The therapy’s working, but it’ll take time and a desire to be better. For now…”

Luz is held from behind, a warm bosom against the back of her head, the witch’s arms around her waist, and fingers intertwined. The ceiling light flickers off thanks to a tendril flipping the light switch, a band of purple slime coating Luz’s eyes, immediately soothing her mind. Normally the human witch would be angry over such situations, but so long as it’s her Cotton Candy Haired Goddess, she will gladly accept this scenario.

”…why don’t you be a good girl and rest for me?” Ms. Blight insists, spotting her Abomination return with two water bottles. “For being such a good little submissive mess, you get to snuggle up as much as you’d like~”

A nuzzle and a nod confirm her suspicion that Luz would love such kindness. Such tender affection is enough to turn her favorite human into a pup, desperate for love and kindness, the golden-eyed woman’s arms keeping her snug, the sound of soft pants of satisfaction serving to further solidify their position. The younger woman feels patronized having a water bottle pressed to her lips, but she can’t help but find it comforting, accepting a sip of the cool, refreshing drink.

”Good girl~” Amity murmurs, unable to get enough of her Luz. “You’re such a good girl, darling~ We’ll continue packing after a nap, I’m sure Camila will understand.”

 

Their dark and stormy night, ultimately, ends up being among their favorite nights in a while.

Series this work belongs to: