#.tears of themis

[beaunoor]

You tell you bf fingering doesn’t get you off, he proves otherwise

"Well how do you usually get off when I'm not here?" He chuckles in disbelief at what you had just admitted to him.

"I don't know, I just don't," You say with a light chuckle and look away in slight embarrassment.

The revelation that you would wait for him to come back home to you and fuck you had him hardening in his pants. There was no way his baby went on without any relief.

-

"Come on baby, you can do it."

Your right arm is tired from locked position you have it in as your middle and ring finger move in and out of your hot, wet pussy. Your forehead is glistening in sweat and your chest moves up and down with heavy breathes as you lay your head back onto his shoulder as he sits behind you on the bed. You could almost cry as you've been trying to get off for the past thirty minutes.

You let out a frustrated whine when you can feel the ache of your fingers, scared of loosing the arousal, you pull them out. The slick clinging on makes you shiver.

"I-I can't do it anymore. Please!" You cry out and look up towards his face to make him see your desperation.

But when you look up you see his eyes on your sex, eyebrows furrowed, an almost angry look on his face. He breathes out of his nose before his hand replaces your own, his two fingers slipping right in and move at a faster pace than what you were doing.

"So wet baby, look at this. Why can't you get off like good girl?" You let out a shaky moan as you looked down, watching his hands play at your cunt. His fingers reaching places you couldn't reach and the other hand rubbing on your swollen clit. You then feel his lips on your neck, kissing and licking, all the sensations making tears form in your eyes.

“So pathetic, can’t even do it yourself. Look how you writhe baby.” He chuckles, hearing the squelching at the pace he was going. You begin writhing, body moving in jolts at the sensation of your orgasm coming.

"Uhn! I- I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

“My poor baby, how long have you gone without getting off, huh? Don’t worry I got you. Need another one from you.” He coos

pulled this out of drafts to give new followers something, almost done with uni for the summer so I can focus on finishing writing the bigger projects

[jennifer-jeong]

Smut | AFAB!Reader Cinematography

SUMMARY Men who’d take videos of your cum covered body or face to save for later.

CONTENT NSFW, 18+, smut, assigned female at birth (AFAB) reader, implied feminine reader (he calls you a "good girl" etc.), exhibitionism if you squint, praise, filming sex, making porn basically, vaginal penetration, implied blowjob/face fucking, alludes to cunnilingus, cum on body, swallowing cum, facial, ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

WORD COUNT: 627

Ones you probably expected FUSHIGURO TOJI, RYOMEN SUKUNA, GOJO SATORU, CHILDE, KAEYA, UZUI TENGEN, MIGUEL O’HARA, MARIUS VON HAGEN

Ones that you might not have expected but they do it possessively KAMO CHOSO, NANAMI KENTO, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, ALHAITHAM, HEIZOU

There’s something about filming fucking you from behind with the flash on that turns him on like crazy. The way your ass bounces and the plush flesh recoils makes him lightheaded. The sounds that fill the room turn you both on, making you extra sensitive. The light slapping of skin, the wet “plap” noises, the sound of his veiny cock dragging on your slick walls, hitting the deep bundle of nerves in you with every thrust. There’s a visible ring of cream around the base of his cock and there’s a clear shine because the flash reflects off how wet you are and how much you’ve coated his dick. You can’t explain why, but it has you reaching your high faster than you expected.

Maybe it’s the way that he eggs you on more, saying things like “behave for the camera, darling,” or when he talks to the phone like “look at you, taking it so well… Such a good fucking girl.” Maybe you secretly liked being filmed, even though you knew no one would ever see it but you and him. Maybe you liked the nasty idea of being watched, even if only by your boyfriend when he opens the video in the future to pleasure himself to.

You don’t dwell on the thoughts for long though, your impending orgasm pulling you out of your pondering. You give him a short and strained sob of a warning before you clamp down on him. You moan into the pillow you shoved your face into to contain your uncontrollable voice. Waves of pleasure crash through your body as you visibly shake for the camera. The scene in front of him plus the tightening of your pussy around him has his eyes rolling back and has him cumming in a few strokes. He shoots his load all over your ass and back, a few ropes of cum reaching your upper back. He kneads your ass as he enjoys his afterglow and ends the recording after properly capturing your cum covered body. But he’ll still stay there, cooing praises and telling you how well you did. He’ll sit there, admiring his work. Seeing his cum drip down your ass is such a filthy and sinful view, he just can’t help how satisfied it makes him feel.

Other times he’ll have your pretty self on your knees, filming you with your tongue out, doe eyes looking up at him as he pumps his cock with his hand. You’ve just sucked the soul out of him, deepthroating him and letting him face fuck you. He’s already so close and you’re basically asking him to paint your face with how you’re looking at him. The whole situation makes your needy cunt clench around nothing. He knows that you deserve a reward and he’ll either fuck it into you or eat you out to give it to you after this. So, he finishes quickly so he can take care of you fast. He groans out to let you know he’s about to cum. He aims for your mouth but towards the end, he covers your face with his release. It forces you to close an eye shut to avoid any unwanted inconvenience.

He records the whole thing using the room’s ambient lighting instead of flash, the flash sometimes doesn’t capture your cute face properly since the camera is a bit far away, so he chooses this. For him, the whole point of filming is to capture your lovely expressions, especially when, after he finishes, you swallow and open your mouth to show him you didn’t waste a drop. He praises you a bit before ending the recording and giving you the reward you deserve for being his pretty and good girl.

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[rhenuvee]

Hoyoverse men who are not used to receiving affection, and get absolutely flustered when you do the tiniest things.

They are usually the ones who flatter- with the elegant words rolling off their silver tongues, it is hard not to be enamoured by someone like him. He is a quick thinker, coming up with the most witty and clever quips that puts up a challenge, even when you don't expect it. The way he says these things as well and how smoothly they flow don't help you resist him either. It's no fair that his charm is also paired with his good looks.

And for you, he is no different. In fact, he amps it up to 200% when it comes to you. How else will he praise your beauty and intelligence? He never fails to pay you compliments with such eloquent sayings that you'd never think of yourself. There's always something new with him as his sharp thinking allows him to come up with antics to tease you with. The best part to him is when you get flustered- cheeks getting warm, eyes clenching shut a little meek to his affection, your shy "thank you" you manage to utter... he loves it all.

So, one day when you do something- that's not even a grand gesture, he doesn't know what to do with himself. And it's more embarrassing for him when he knows you mean it genuinely, and though you weren't trying to fluster him, you did. You could be paying him a compliment back, except your tone is much more innocent than his playful one. In fact, you didn't even have to say anything, for you could just be showing him a new outfit you got and instantly- he's at a loss for words.

He covers his face: bringing up his hand, turning his head so his bangs shield him, a hat, or anything. Anything so you wouldn't see him blushing over such a small gesture. Though, sometimes you catch him anyway. No matter, he will compose himself and show you he thinks the same. He's willing to accept, because it's you after all.

Kaeya, Childe, Ayato, Lyney, Wriothesley, Argenti, Aventurine, Dr. Ratio, Jing Yuan, Sampo, Vyn, Marius

[nahycks]

opening tears of themis right after playing love and deepspace for hours

[pandoa]

in every new game, there's a jumin han waiting to be discovered...

(malleus is just happy he finally got invited to something)

[scruus]

playful slutty boys who send videos of them jerking off or fingering their tight hole on days you are busy in office. a lazy grin on their face with their legs spread wide apart for you to stare wide eyed through the screen while their hands rub up and down their sensitive chest, moaning out loud. they say the nastiest shit, “my hole is feeling so empty without you” or “my poor cock needs to be roughly slapped mommy”, while shamelessly wiggling their ass towards the camera. and when you get home all dizzy and extremely fucking horny, he sits on the couch all pretty in your hoodie with a tub of ice cream. eyes blinking innocently up at you, feigning the question, “what did i do?” before you drag their ass into bed to rail them hard.

ASMODEUS, CHILDE, suguwara, OIKAWA, atsumu, marius, GOJO, howl, KAEYA, venti, ayato, bakugou, DENKI, SAMPO

[rui-drawsbox]

remembering the most memorable mc's (with canon appearences) from the otomes i played

all of them are phone games btw. and looong rambling about the games after the cut!

Mystic messenger has been in my radar since i was in elementary school but i played it for the first time after the spanish traslation came out (2017 i think?) Seven shaped my type in such a specific way that im not really sure why loved him so much (it was the whole "he loves you in every route" stuff). I like a lot the default mc, most of the fandom did and that was enough to won me over

Rosa is top tier protagonist tbh, Tears of Themis has really good story and characters (as far i played, not a lot but i enjoyed it) The reason i'm not that much of a fan is bc the game is expensive asf and not very free to play friendly. You're either lucky or have a big wallet with the gacha

i miss my wife man(Marius)

Ephemeral has to be one of the best free to play otomes i've played tbh (if my memories aren't tricking me, it's been years) Good artwork, good storyline, good characters and as far i remember you can unlock one chapter of the character route per day (mabye two days, idk) and the mc's background has an important role in every route (she's a zombie! she's pretty now but eventually will fall apart, aaaaand her story gets expanded in one of the routes!) ((shes also adorable)) There's also a sequel, if you wanted more of the boys! never finished it but i'd recommend it

Honorable mentions! Huellitas Mágicas is a great game! has a really good cast with well fleshed arcs for all the characters, even the scondary ones! The game shines more for the development of *all* the characters rather than just the protagonist/ml. The main theme is overcoming insecurities! Each love interest has a different way of helping our (very insecure) protagonist and helping different characters with their own struggles :DD

10/10 i recommend this game if you want something cute and can be finished in a few hours, if i remember right. It also has a sequel! with like- 12 new love interests, also never finished it bc i didnt found a guide that worked for me but ñek

A3! is my canon event as a gacha player. Discovered the english/global server, tried it and got bored, left it for a few months, tried it again and fell in love, noticed the game was going to shut down bc low sales -HAHA :(-. This is not a otome btw, this is here bc Izumi has to be one of my favorite protagonists in gacha games ever

last but not least! Obey me! Shall we date? oh dear, what have they done to you :(. The original had intense powercreep to force you to pull cards -multiple times bc that makes them stronger- and even now, the company showed a lot of favoritism to some characters, leaving others to dust bc they don't make the same money. Not to say, they released a new game with the same cast and new main story (ignoring all what happend before). And let me say: THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KILL THE ORIGINAL GAME.

Nightbringer might be a decent game but i don't trust the devs anymore, i still remember what happend with Asmo's birthday right after the release, and honestly i don't want to sit there watching how they disrespect my favorite characters again and again and again. Loved the characters hated the devs. 5/10 you can play it if you want but i don't recommend spending money on it, it's not worth it, just search #obey me here in tumblr and enjoy the amazing fanworks that i can assure you have a lot more love than the game itself

i miss my wife man (mammon and levi)

[jingyuans-precious]

“s not enough..” he mumbles into your shoulder before trailing his lips down to your collarbones that were littered with his love bites, the ultimate proof of his love, he claims.

“you’re so good to me, my love” he says while moving up to place gentle kisses on your neck. “maybe too good.” your lover lets out a soft sigh as he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

“no i’m not” you chuckle at his adorable show of affection.

“yes you are” your lover says as he grabs your hand gently and intertwines your fingers with his, a sign that your lover will always want to hold onto you and never let go. even if he supposedly thinks you’re too good for him.

“no~” you giggle as you squeezed your intertwined hands gently.

“yes” he huffs softly and nuzzles your neck gently, your lover truly looked so adorable this way, as if to win you over with affection and have you admit that you are in fact, so damn good for him.

“fine” you finally say as you give in to your lover’s endearing antics.

— Aventurine, Ayato, CHILDE, JING YUAN, Kaeya, Marius von Hagen, Rafayel, Wriothesley + your faves ♡

a/n: decided to add lnds and tot!

[eternallyei]

smut, men x f!reader

Thinking about how weak he gets whenever he’s deep inside you. The red tint stuck to his cheeks under his tightly closed eyes while he’s rutting into your hips hungrily, eager to feel every inch of your insides.

He frowns forcefully, not even able to open his eyes to look at your pretty face under him, which, he knows very well, is staring up at him with a smile on your lips.

The feeling of your velvety and warm walls hugging his needy and sensitive cock, his arms shaking like weak leaves next to your ears each time his hips hit yours.

He pants, he chants next to your ear, he’s enchanted by the way your small hole envelopes his shaft, it feels so good after being so untouched for so long.

He missed you so much, work was taking all your love-life time and also sex life, and this ..

This is all he needed to have after two weeks of stress in court or at work, the tingly feeling in his stomach, he feels the knot tight as ever in relief. You just feel so heavenly.

Oh and your scent, your skin like fresh blooming flowers and your hair fresh from your shampoo, you’re hypnotizing. He takes a deep breath of your SCENT, a fresh air traveling his lungs.

“mngh.. missed y’so much”

He whimpers yet again, lost in the feeling you make him go through. His hands fisting the bedsheets under you as he places harsh kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“Oh.. ahh-mmh”

You feel him twitch inside you. He is lost, his hips growing more precise and erratic, holding your hips tightly. Fingertips marking your skin red.

His shaky hands searching for the right spot to hold your body under him, his lips pressed next to your temple. Breathe fastening and whiny.

This poor man is so drunk, his mind lost in all of you, all about you. Gulps heavy and full of drool, he catches his breath, you’re so overwhelming, it’s better than any substances, gosh.

Slow sex makes it even better, he gets to feel every inch of you. Your crystal moans caressing his hearing, his body tenses. Goosebumps all over his skin at your nails and fingertips grazing over his back.

“fuck.. y-you feel so good..”

It’s like you’re a demon, a witch sent to poison him, get him rid of his senses by the way you enchant him. God, he could never get out of this curse..

If ever he actually wanted to.

— ARTEM gepard neuvillette KURAS yuuta akaashi

— AND YOUR FAVS ♡

Artem had me on a choke hold so bad on events waw. had to add other ones that i also thought about through writing this. i was debating whether i should write more to it or not cause it’s kinda short but here you are. also i might add people or not, in case any other person fit that one.

hope you like this one, thank you lovelies ♡

@eternallyei. please do not copy/translate/use as your own.

[flokali]

— Concept: Student Yandere and Professor Darling

Warning: GN! Reader, blackmail, n/on-con, d/ub-con, age gap, student-teacher relationship, push-over reader, unfair ending, n/oncon recording, uhh ask to tag!

A/N: just a concept that plagued me for a while... hhhhhhh;; i'm so normal ab this

Any dynamic that involve an authority figure and a subordinate, no matter how innocent they may initially seem, are doomed from the start for both of the parties involved.  There’s always going to be an underlying power imbalance, someone who holds the authority over the other; there is no nice way to put it, unfortunately. 

Most of the time, in fics, I see a lot of Yan professors creeping on their students, but the thought of a student Yan harassing their beloved professor has been plaguing my mind. 

The relationship starts sweetly, you’ve noticed a certain student in your course that’s been falling behind, making mistakes that should have long been addressed, their work is always late or partially done and you’re growing slightly annoyed at them for wasting your time and misusing theirs as well. You ended up offering them private tutoring when you found out you were the only professor’s whose class who they’d been treating like a joke. 

They reject it immediately; seemingly embarrassed that you’d even offered. You try to calm their nerves down, you’re pretty young yourself, you only graduated a few years ago and you won’t charge them, it won't be a daily thing but they can pop into your office so you can review and work on assignments and other material they’ve been failing at. The hesitant look on their face seems to slowly be melting off the longer you explain your reasoning.

You continue insisting, you lay out the facts as they are; they’re a brilliant student who has been passing all other courses and extracurricular activities with flying colors, so why is that your course has become such a challenge to them? You have seen them work and the way they behave during class, you’ve even noticed how some students go to them to try and clear up any questions and ask to study together with them. You’d heard your colleagues rave about them being easily one of the college’s star students, so it’s either that they’re making shit up and lying to their peers, which you sincerely doubt since you’ve seen their works, or they were purposefully trying to fail your class.

Maybe they thought it’d be easier, decided to try it and got it in their head they didn’t have to try – after all, it wasn’t as if all of the work they’ve handed is bad, there’s some clear understanding of what they’re doing, it’s just that they keep on messing up some things, even if it means inconsistencies in their work, the assignments that made up less percentage of the overall grade were done well enough that you could fail them but anything that was actually important was clearly half-assed. They were nailing the basics in one essay and then completely misrepresenting them on the next.

You explain your concerns; you’re genuinely worried your class might hold them back from graduating with their peers, if things kept going on like this, they’d fail your class and if they did, they’d have to repeat the semester and risk graduating a year or so late. It’s not the end of the world to repeat a semester, but it’s avoidable in their case and you don’t understand why they seemingly insist on failing.

It’s then that they pull out a card they’d been holding on to dearly for a situation such as this, they’d hooked you in with a months long performance and it all relied on this moment, it was a disgustingly perfect story meant to pull at your heartstrings and lead you into their honey sweet trap;

They start going on about a sob story about their parents’ jobs and finance, how they had been struggling for a while since their parents cut them partially off for choosing a college out of their town, and how they’re supposed to provide for themselves and pay rent and bills, about how their schedule is always so busy trying to balance college, their friendships, mending their relationship with their parents, and their job on top of all the studying they’ve been doing. Your class had unfortunately been the least of their concerns and that they’re immensely sorry to have worried you and that they are willing to do anything to make up for their past grades. They can’t believe they’d let themselves go in your course and they’re deeply ashamed because they enjoyed it greatly, but there was little they could to catch up now.

You can empathize with such a dilemma, being fresh out of college yourself, the memories of balancing relationships, work, and academics are still freshly etched into your mind. 

They clearly seem burned out and your heart aches seeing a student as promising as them dim down so drastically. You’d hate to be one class that impedes them from graduating on time, you don't want to be the lone profesor responsible for slowing down such a valuable asset to society.

You sit them down and try to offer them some advice, you were in a similar situation when you were in college yourself, you try to explain the ways you managed to survive and bypass college, going into detail about your own problems and how you were able to live through it all. They seem visibly more relaxed during the conversation, nodding along and explaining their own feelings and hardships, you both manage to sympathize with each other and come to an arrangement.

It’s completely under the table since you are worried about what it might look like, but from now on until the end of this semester you’d use a more relaxed, less strict grading system for them, after all, they did have a legitimate reason for their behavior and they were willing to make up for it. That is, under the condition that they start taking tutoring classes from either yourself or a fellow classmate, they weren’t able to balance the studying schedule necessary so you’d try and manage at least one aspect of it for them to try and make their life a little bit easier. You reiterate that this must not come out, fully aware that you were breaking multiple rules but you were too much of a bleeding heart.

They agree gladly, but not before asking if you could be the tutor, when you’d questioned their request they explain themselves, seemingly embarrassed for their own reasoning;

“I don’t want it to get out that I’m failing your class, professor…” The smile they wear seems genuine and shy and you nod in understanding, college students are only older teenagers, after all, most of them are still stuck in their high school mentality and you wouldn’t put it past a bunch of immature people to try and mess with someone who was struggling. While the mindset eventually wears off, you understand why they could be self-conscious about it.

What you don’t know is that they’ve been planning for something like this to happen from the get go, always going out of their way to purposefully present themselves as a stupid, pathetic and incompetent student that would need their hot professor’s (your) help to pass the course.

During your first couple of sessions they work extra hard to make themselves seem as ditzy and clueless as possible, making as many mistakes and errors as humanly reasonable without getting you too annoyed at them. They even begin to dress in slightly more provocative ways than they would have before, their speech slowly morphs into a more flirtatious tone, their touches being lingering on your shoulders for longer than necessary, but you brush it off, trying to ignore the signs. Opting instead to think of it as a silly crush, choosing go try to focus on helping them get through this semester with either an above average grade.

It didn’t take too long for their grades to get better but with the current pace, you were afraid it wouldn’t be enough.

So, you ignore the uncomfortable, sinking feeling in your gut and suggest making your tutoring sessions more frequent - instead of once a week maybe twice, or even thrice if you could fit it into your schedule, if it was really necessary.

You didn’t expect them to suggest going to your place.

Originally, you’d suggested either the library or a cafe, but they said they felt too embarrassed and self-conscious at the idea of their peers watching them, they claimed they’d probably make fun of them for needing help for a course they’d been taking for almost a whole semester at that point. It’s silly, they know, but they can’t shake that shame off.

They insist on your place, but you reject the idea, they say it’s either there or at their place, they point out that anywhere else and you both risk either staff or some of the student body seeing you both together and getting the wrong idea. The conversation goes on for hours until you’re too exhausted to continue arguing with them and give in. 

They are a good person, right? Even if the thought of a student knowing where you lived made you uncomfortable, it wasn’t like they’d do anything about it… right?

You try to limit the study space to your living room, the bathroom, and the kitchen every once in a while if you notice the snacks you had brought weren’t enough, but never further than that. Your bedroom and office were completely off limits, you’d made it explicitly clear that if you caught them wandering too far you’d have no choice but to kick them out and stop the tutoring, possibly even having to call the campus’ authorities if you felt they were getting too out of line – your reputation be damned. 

They also were only allowed to come over during the weekends and on specific weekdays where no one would be able to catch them entering your apartment. You didn’t even want your neighbors to see them, even if you looked close in age you didn’t want to hear anything about a potential secret lover sneaking into your house.

They agree and promise to follow every single rule you’d put in place, they swear.

But it doesn’t take long for them to start going back on their word and start “exploring” your living space, it started small – simply walking around your living room, examining framed pictures, looking over books, memorizing the placement of your trinkets and decor, making a mental note of the colors you used in the space, they make sure to remember to try and look up where you got your cushions and everything, they start looking into you fridge and pantry to make see what you eat, if there’s any indication of a possible food allergy; it’s all investigative work for your future together.

It’s not too long before they’ve memorized your living room and are drawn to the rest of your house. They've gone to your bedroom and studied the space, taking note of the way you made your bed and how many pillows you have, they also have made a list of products you use and like, such as scents and soaps, to make sure your transition to their place is as smooth as possible. Soon, they could very well draw a floor plan of your place and recreate your home in the most basic of softwares. 

The only reason you haven’t caught up to them is because they’ve taken to spiking your drinks with sleep medication, strong enough dosages that you’ll be knocked out for a while, but not enough that you’ll realize you were drugged.

It’s during your sleeping state that the next part of their plan starts to take action. They’ll purposefully plant evidence in your home of their presence and snap pictures, suddenly their underwear is in your laundry basket, and why are you wearing their hoodies to sleep, huh? They’re meticulously planned and staged pictures that make it look like you were engaging in a romantic relationship, but it’s not enough — they need more, something more extreme. More incriminating, something that would absolutely destroy your career and reputation if it came out.

What about a picture of them going down on you? Or one with their cum all over your face? Your naked figure cuddling up to their bare chest? Some makeup to look like hickies could look realistic in pictures too, you know. Maybe them on top of you… or you on top of them? Or one where your lips are sucking their fingers like a —! Ah, the thought has them blushing! All of these photos are like their dreams come true! You look like such a perfect spouse, taking their love~ They make sure to clean up the space, but they’re growing bolder and more confident in their work.

They even have videos of themselves jacking off on top of you, but they’re always so good at making it seem like you’re awake and participating in these activities! It really does look like you’re helping them get off with your own mouth.

You’re such a naughty professor seducing your innocent, sweet student like that!

It’s sick, they’re sick and they know it fully well but they don’t care, as long as they don’t get caught – there’s no way in hell they’ll stop.

Their grades begin improving and there’s no longer any fear of them failing your class, in fact you’d go as far to say they’ve easily become one of your best students in terms of grades. Things seem to be looking up and you’re pretty proud of yourself for having had a positive impact on them, which is why you come to the conclusion they won’t be needing your tutoring anymore. 

You call them over to your office after classes, making sure to be as nice as possible. At first you were annoyed and put off by them, their initial behavior was unsettling and persistent, but after a couple of months of getting to know them you’ve grown to care for them and genuinely wish them the best, you’d pointed out how teaching them had been a joy and you’d always end the sessions feeling better than before, which is why you’d chosen to end the tutoring. You lay out the facts as they are, their grades have improved and there’s no longer any threat of them failing your class, you’d also be risking people misunderstanding the situation if it went any longer, if word came out you’d been using a different rubric to grade them until recently and that they’d been going over to your place, it would simply look bad for both of you. You’d risk getting sanctioned, possibly even losing your job if things were taken in the wrong way, and they could repeat the semester or even have their work in your class be null and having to take a new course entirely, if not even being kicked out.

There’s a minute of silence between the two of you, the air is thick and you wonder if you should have been softer in your delivery as you watch them process your words.

It takes them a while, you decide to give them the time because you have indeed noticed how they’d seem to grow ever so attached to you and they might take this a bit too personally, but you’re soon starting to grow increasingly uncomfortable as the silence continues.

You’re about to say something again, try to soften the blow with some generic encouragement about how they’ll do well regardless of you being their tutor or not, when you hear them chuckle softly under their breath.

You’re taken aback, your eyes widen in surprise and you unconsciously lean back into your chair, but that seems to have further encouraged their laughter as soon they’re covering their face with the back of their hand as they double over in laughter.

It’s strange but you decide to give them a few seconds to regain their composure, maybe this was a nervous habit? You’d heard of people who’d laugh when anxious, but you’d never seen something so theatrical.

They slowly sit back up, wiping tears from their eyes as a few chuckles escape their smiling lips. They haven’t fully calmed down but seem to be making an effort to continue the conversation nonetheless.

“Ah, professor,” your last name tumbles from their lips in a joyous manner but their eyes look icy as they stare at you, their voice feels more aggressive even if the words came out from a smile, “don’t be so ridiculous, I think things are working pretty well as they are, I have no desire to change our… relationship.” 

You’re taken by surprise, their word choice feels odd and purposeful, but you insist regardless.

“There is no relationship between us,” you state, “I am your professor, do you understand? That means that if I say your tutoring is over, it’s over; I have been going easy on you and helping you out but do not misinterpret my intentions, you are my student and that’s where our acquaintanceship ends. If you think you’ll continue needing help, I’m certain our TA will be more than glad to step up and help you out.”  

They smile as they take their phone out of their pocket and your stomach drops for a second, wondering what on earth they could have there. They slide it towards you after unlocking it, they’re carefree in their handling of the device and your nerves start to rise, a gut wrenching feeling settles in your stomach, you don’t really understand what you’re seeing at first but once you do you feel your blood run cold.

You don’t even realize they’ve walked behind your chair, too focused on the picture of your naked body cuddling up to their equally nude form. They’re smiling, tenderly caressing your bare shoulders, embracing your body in such a loving manner it looked like you were lovers. When… When did they take this? 

Your voice is shaking but they don’t answer you, instead opting to crouch beside you and show you the hundreds of incriminating pictures themselves.

They start telling you a story based on the pictures, the one they seemed to be telling you even if you knew that everything they depicted was fake, about a promiscuous professor that seduced their student, coaxed them into a relationship and took advantage of their position to influence the student into falling in love with them.

You want to tell them it won’t work, threaten to call the dean or the campus police, but they quickly clear out any confusion; “Would anyone believe a student would seduce a teacher and that it’s not the other way around?”

You know exactly what they mean; you’re the professor, you hold the authority. You had never been able to put a stop to it because you had no idea what they were doing but that didn’t matter, it was your word against theirs and they had “evidence”.

They seem proud of themselves too, telling you about all the ways they set up the rooms and photos to make sure they looked as real as possible. They’d taken their clothes and belongings over to your place in secret, made sure to apply makeup in the right places with the correct lighting, it seriously felt like an art they’d perfected.

You ask them what they could possibly want, clearly it couldn’t be only your tutoring if they were going this far. They smile and tell you they simply want a relationship with you, one that goes beyond a professor and a student; from that day onwards they wanted to be your lover.

You want to say no, but they remind you of the position you’re in; “You know, I’ve got these backed up in a bunch of places, it’d be a shame if one leaked, right, professor?” 

You feel numb as they lock the door of your office and guide you on top of your desk, you barely even register them going down on you - stripping you naked and giving you oral. From that day onward, you were a prisoner to your own student.

Everyday, they’d act like any other person taking your classes, going to college, making friends, as if when your work day ended they didn’t torment you under the guise of love. Making themselves into your lover without your consent, as if you weren’t their professor, as if they weren’t your student. They celebrate your birthday and make you celebrate theirs, you go on dates outside of town so as to not be caught, there are times you almost forget the perverse nature of your relationship - but it always comes back to haunt you. They always come back to haunt you.

They make sure not to show any of the images to anyone for as long as they’re going to the college. They need to keep an eye on you, make sure your looks and personality don’t charm any other student - they’d hate to get rid of their classmates due to your unknowing seduction. They’re so good at acting like they weren’t bending you over your kitchen counter the minute they followed you home, you’d almost believe they were only your innocent, well meaning student if they didn’t send you videos of you two fucking as extra-curriculum activities.   

They also take your courses religiously to make sure to always be in contact with you; you could never escape them, they’ll follow you home and come inside even if you try to shut the door behind you. Whenever you tried changing the lock they'd find a way to break in anyway, on campus they’d sneakily follow you everywhere and harass you. Those who notice, the few that do, think of it as cute, an innocent puppy crush that would fade by next semester. 

It’s not until they gets their diploma three years later that they releases a drive full of the videos and pictures, making sure to add dates and location, everything to prove you were fucking a student. You were a whore of a professor seducing their students.

You’re fired immediately and it’s not long until your friends and family cut contact with you for seducing a poor college student and using your power over them as leverage. Nobody wants to hire you, they’d make sure to document every single dirty detail of your relationship so as to ruin your reputation until you’d be forced to turn to the only person who didn’t turn their back on you.

You can only walk into their open arms as they suggest finally moving in together, possibly getting married, and maybe even having a couple of children now that they have graduated and received their degree.

But even through it all, they still have the audacity to call you their beloved “professor”. 

Characters: Lisa (GI), Scaramouche (GI), Al-Haitham (GI), Kaeya (GI), Ayato (GI), Jing Yuan (HSR), Luocha (HSR), Aventurine (HSR), Vyn (TOT), Rafayel (L&DS), Ibara (ENSTARS), Eichi (ENSTARS), Yuzuru (ENSTARS), Cater (TWST), Rook (TWST), Kylar (DOL), Whitney (DOL), literally anyone you want really (TT)

[pinkgy]

URGENT

Please keep reading this, and if you can, please share this and anything related to this topic, we NEED visibility.

Nicolas Maduro fraudulently won yesterday’s presidential elections, I repeat, NICOLAS MADURO and his allies have committed fraud against VENEZUELA.

EDMUNDO GONZÁLEZ URRUTIA WON THE 2024 VENEZUELA PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS BY MORE THAT 70% OF THE VOTES, AND ALSO WON IN EVERY VOTING CENTER IN THE WHOLE COUNTRY. BUT THE DICTATORSHIP OF NICOLAS MADURO REFUSES TO BE TRANSPARENT AND STOLE THE ELECTIONS.

There’s just been a day since this was announced and there’s already tons of harmed and killed citizens, OUR PEOPLE IS GETTING KILLED FOR SPEAKING UP, AND THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THAT.

This is a dictatorship, one that has took the life’s of millions of Venezuelans in the past 25 years.

WE ARE SCARED, i am scared, I want to get out of my house and protest for a better future, for the freedom of my people and for peace to finally win in Venezuela, but I’m scared of getting killed for fighting for my rights. Venezuela right now is dangerous, even staying in your own house is dangerous.

I’m deeply proud of all of those who are on the streets right now, thank you so much for being so brave, and for fighting for this country.

We want to finally have a break, we’ve been suffering for way too long because of this government, this is nothing like what the foreigners think is going on, this is not about the the lack of food, this about that WAY more that half of the country can’t even afford to buy decent groceries with their monthly income (the minimum wage is 3.5$ PER MONTH, and whatever you hear out there where they say that is 800bs is a LIE)

This is not about the inflation, this is about that we have to use a foreign currency, because ours is WORTHLESS.

We are not the country with the biggest oil reserves on the world, the gas on the gas stations in Venezuela is from IRAN, our oil reserves are being STOLEN by the government.

Just by natural resources, we are supposed to be one the countries with the best economies in the world, but we have one of the WORST, because the government and those who are connected to them STEAL EVERYTHING.

We don’t wanna live this way anymore, I don’t wanna say goodbye to another family member, I don’t wanna say goodbye to another of my friends, I want them to stay, to come back, I want to celebrate Christmas with a table full of my loved ones, I want them to be part of my life, I want to be able to go out with my friends in car where there’s no empty spaces, I want to be free.

Please, to whoever is reading this, wherever your Venezuelan or not, please share this and everything related to what’s going on right now, we want this to have visibility, for the whole world to know what’s going on.

Here’s so important information that might help you to understand things a bit better.

And if you wanna know what’s going on the streets and the ATROCITIES this government is doing to Venezuelans, you can check this Twitter/X account. https://x.com/uhn_plus?s=21&t=811ZdyqLhYbY4z4zGa7Qlw

[clawsdevour]

dinner or a bath first?

wc: 2.4k content warning: smut, kitchen sex, established relationship, creampie, fingering, swallowing cum, my booty writing, multi-fandom x reader, one shot, not proofread

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You looked at the clock. It’s currently 9:26 PM. Your husband ran a bit late due to being held overtime for a big company project this past month. He’s been working so behind lately you can’t help but sigh whenever you slide into your warm linen sheets, knowing you won’t see him until you watch him leave for work. You get up from bed, slip into your fuzzy slippers, and head into the kitchen to cook some late-night dinner. Turning on the lamp that lights almost the whole room, you decide to unwind your pent-up sexual desires with a glass of your favorite wine. You have this lurking feeling that he’s gonna come home earlier than usual and decide to make a larger portion of dinner that night.

As usual, heat up the pan with some oil and sizzle away the raw seasoned steak. While it hissed, you cut up some veggies to cook alongside the main dish of the night. That was until you paused. The crackling of the pan and steak continued as the steam rising up polluted the air. You heard the front door squeak open and the big heavy dress shoes clacking against the marble entrance. Your husband had returned home from work at a much earlier time than usual. His face lit up at the sight of you cooking at such a late time for supper, usually you were in bed exhausted.

“Darling, I’m home” he says softly with a smile, slowly approaching you with his blazer in hand. His hair slightly messed up from working, his lingering cologne that was faded almost completely off, roughed up tie and collar, and expensive shoes clunking as he steps further.

“I miss you.. how was work today baby?” You question sheepishly, as your eyes linger at his current state. A tall lean, muscular man in a nice suit and tie just coming home from work. The sight was something to behold since you haven’t seen him come home in so long. You couldn’t help but think to yourself, He’s so attractive even in this state. Usually you’re laying in bed waiting for him to come home but end up falling asleep before he’s laying next to you. His eye bags were quite dark from the lack of sleep and you worried if he’s eaten yet.

“It was good, we’re starting to come to a close and end this long project. How long has it been since I started this project again.. was it, two? No, almost three weeks. I’m sorry sweetheart, it’s been a long month,” he furrows his brows and takes off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose in frustration to put them back on again. He laid his blazer on the edge of the kitchen counter and sat on the island stool, watching you flip over the steak to its oiled aromatic side.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault this project has been long and rough. Hopefully you end off this company project with a bang.. Have you eaten, or would you prefer a bath first?” Looking up at him his eyes were widened a bit. Assuming that he wanted that delicious steak for dinner first, you continue to return to chopping up the rest of the vegetables. That was until you felt his large beefy arms wrap around your waist and the warmth of his face in the crook of your neck.

“Darling, I don’t want any of those right now” was what was whispered in your ear. His sleepy voice altered your senses when you felt something press against you.

It wasn’t just his muscular body, but his bulging cock against his slacks which were pressing against your ass. You were trapped around his big strong arms. You couldn’t help but gasp when he started to lay a kiss down your neck.

“I miss you so much darling, it’s been so long since I saw you at home cooking dinner like a regular person,” you can’t help but drop the knife you used to slice your vegetables with. Turning around, you put your arms around his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Looking him in the eye, his eyelids seemed heavy nevertheless he was filled with desire and lust that screamed out that he wanted you right here and right now. 

He kissed you back and put his arms behind you, onto the counter. He also switches the stove off with his left hand or else your supper would be ruined. Behind you, he moves the cutting board to the side so he’s able to push you up onto the counter to match his height. With his strong hands, he helps you up the counter and you pull him in to continue making out.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?” Pulling away to breathe you said in between pants. Smiling at him because of how long it’s gotten since you were still crushing on him back then. You can’t help but let out a small giggle as you start spread your legs open for him to come closer. The heat exuding from your legs, being rubbed by his built up boner you can’t help but moan as you closed him in. The fabric between your thin silk dress, panties and his pants, you were able to feel every touch and grind.

“I’ll make up for that missing time with you right now darling,” he tells you with a slight smirk on his face and irregular breathing pace. You watch as he roughs up his hair even more by putting his hand through it. He loosens his crooked tie by toying with it from left and right. As well as unlooping up a few buttons that felt tight onhis chest. You can’t help but gulp as you watch patiently for the moment you’ve been waiting for, but first you decided that he needed a treat. You hop off the kitchen counter and kneel down. He wasn’t expecting this when you unzipped his pants making eye contact with him with a cunning smile.

“You deserve this after a long rough day,” taking his large caged cock out of his boxers. His big dick recoils out of place and just slightly hits his abdomen, he’d been craving you for who knows how long that there’s already precum on his tip. He watches you as you start to suck on his tip, keeping eye contact with him. Watching his reactions made you so horny and wet. His whimpers were music to your ears, the sounds your mouth made when you went deeper onto his cock were beyond lewd. He started to push your head down slowly until you felt his cock kissed the back of your throat making you tear up a bit. Still, you kept on sucking and bobbing your head on his deliciously girthy cock.

When his cock started to twitch, your pace grew faster knowing he’s gonna cum. His moans roared louder and his grip in your lucious locks grew tighter. You can’t help yourself but feel absolutely soaked down there hearing your husband’s seductive moans and whimpers echo throughout the house like on replay.

“A-Ah, I..I’m c-cumming!” He tries to push your head off so you wouldn’t have to swallow his cum. To his surprise though, you had your fingers clutched tightly onto his hips to stabilize yourself. You wanted his every drop in you, until he sucked bone dry. When he came into your mouth you couldn’t help but swallow it all. When you released your grip and slid your mouth off his cock, he looked nothing but horrified.

“Sweetheart.. Did you just… swallowed all of my cum??” He questions you shockingly, knowing you usually don’t like the taste of cum or swallowing it as a matter of fact. You wiped your mouth and opened to show him that every drop of his seed that was released was vacuumed down your throat. Before rising from the floor, you slide down your panties and kick them off to the side. Talk about dinner, you were his dinner for tonight.

“Slide it in babe, it’s wet and ready for you..” you were more than ready to take his big cock as you stand, leaning against the counter. You spread your dripping cunt for all of him to see. You knew that it’s gonna sting a bit to adjust to his size, but you didn’t care. Again, he carried you up upon the cold kitchen counter and parted your legs open like the Red Sea. Peppering you with kisses, he slips a finger in and starts off at a slow bearable pace. When his lips reach towards your collarbone, he looks at your expressions and adds another finger in with a slight snicker due to how adorable you look right now. Finding your sweet spot, he starts teasing and going at it. Curling his fingers in and out, making you hold onto his broad shoulder, letting out your sweet moans he missed hearing.

“Loosen up for me if you think you can handle my cock. It’s gotten much harder thinking about you for days on end. You know.. jerking off to the thought of you alone doesn’t help very much..” he mutters along your skin leaving his warm embrace through his breath. You help him take off your short silk dress, leaving you completely naked and bare on the chilling countertop. His eyes gazed at your perky nipples and your subtle smooth skin. He leaves his marks on places that clothing can hide knowing you have work the next day. Seeing you squirm so much, he decides to bind your hands together using his tie he loosened earlier. It was tight, but not to the point where it’s gonna hurt or leave a mark on you. You can’t help but become a moaning mess under his warm touch. Your whines came to a halt when you pushed away his arm, stopping him from fingering you when signaled him to stop.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He looked at you with a slight worried expression carried with his tired eyes which shook in concerned. He backed away, giving you some room waiting for you to explain your disturbance.

“I can’t wait anymore, please just put it in…” You put your tied hands over his head and drewhim in closer to your body, leaving his arms to lie at the sides of your hips. At this point you’re begging for his cock, you don’t care if it’ll hurt. You just need him in you.

“Ha.. don’t complain when I start moving” he let out a sly smirk. He rips the glasses off his face and throws them on the counter. Lining himself up at your entrance his cock was more than just immersed in your juices. And there was that one massive thrust of his that made your toes curl up from the impact. His whole cock was fully inside you with one full push making you feel so full. He started moving at a slow bearable pace that built up.

“A-Aah! Baby your cock feels so good!!” You can’t help but shout about how his cock makes you feel every time he’s in you. His quickening pace makes you throw your head back every time, mixing in the stinging pain and pleasure from adjusting. His grunts mixing in with your moans, the sounds bouncing off the walls alone had you screaming in pleasure. Oh how you longed for this man’s length to be within you.

His pace starting to roughen sent you through a loop when he flipped you around with your back facing him, your right leg being propped up on the counter. At this point he was gonna drill a hole into your stomach. Hitting that one spot you enjoyed so much with all his power, he used your strapped hands behind your back as support.

“Fuuck.. sweetheart I can go all night. I-I want to cover you in my cum. I want to make.. you the mother of my future children,” he managed to mumble into your ear amongst the sound of skin to skin slapping and wet squelching noises your pussy made whenever he went in and out of you. His cock twitches inside you, ready to burst and coat the insides of your cunt his shade of white.

“D-Do it then. Cum in me.. I’m yours.. this is your pussy a-ah..!” you murmured in between moans, brain almost to the point where you can’t think straight while looking back at him. Those were the words he needed to hear before unleashing his white fluid in you, gushing when he pulled out. You let out a whimper when he pulled out, feeling empty without him to fill in that void in you. Turning to look at him with a somewhat disappointed face.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. Overall, you said your pussy belongs to me.. right?” he breathed out, his mouth curving into a slight smile as he watched his cum start to seep out. He takes off his dress shirt, exposing his chiseled figure puffing in and out profusely. He undoes his necktie from your wrists and you reach your arms for him as he carries you onto his cock. The strength he still has to keep going, especially in this position, caught you a bit surprised. Let’s just say he wasn’t tired as he seemed to appear. That was, until he started heaving you up and down in his cock which was rimmed with your fluid and his cum mixed together making loud wet sounds. Your nails pressed into his shoulder blades creating crescent shapes into his skin. This position had you gagged. It was hitting every deep sensitive area you had in you. You didn’t know if you can take him in this position any longer,as you were close to finishing on his cock.

Whenever he came, it was either in you, or on you. Seeing you practically sprawled across the kitchen counter, covered and filled by his dripping thick cum was a sight for him. You don’t know how many times he’s made you cum. Nevertheless yo ustopped counting how many rounds you went with him. He wanted to keep going, but you were at your limit as well as for his physical body. He also knew you both couldn’t keep on going, as it was also getting even later the more you fucked.

“H-Ha.. I think dinner’s cold, sweetheart” were the words he said before releasing his last load on your face.

*.༄ GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU, NANAMI KENTO, ZHONGLI, CHILDE, DILUC, KUROO TETSUROU, BOKUTO KOUTARO, AKAASHI KEIJI, MIYA TWINS, OIKAWA TOORU, HAWKS, EREN YEAGER, LEVI ACKERMAN, ARTEM (ALL AGED UP/POST-TIME SKIP), and of course any of your favorite characters!!!

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[rhenuvee]

Warnings: nudity, suggestive (if you want to interpret it that way)

Hoyoverse men who are confused when you shriek after finding him naked while relaxing in the bath. He even encourages you to join him only wanting to be soft and intimate with you. He has nothing to hide from you- there's nothing wrong with seeing your lover in the bathtub. It's just a bath, isn't it? You shyly offer to just wash his hair for him instead. He chuckles fondly at your flustered reaction, and lets you pamper him.

And yet they can't help themselves when they blush as red as a tomato when it's your turn to bath. He watches your curious eyes, how innocent and oblivious to why he was acting so strange,. He couldn't help but get flustered when seeing you only in a towel. You didn't even need to lift a finger to portray this natural beauty.

He wants to pamper you too. Though you insist he doesn't have to- he does. You're his lover after all. So he instantly prepares some fancy things for your bath. Salts, candles, bubbles, flower petals. Treating you like royalty, he holds your fragile hand as you carefully step into the tub. He offers to wash your hair as well, as you did with him. Midway through your relaxation with his fingers tangled in your hair, you innocently ask him why he suddenly stopped and why he was hesitating. He finds this hard to answer.

It's just a bath, isn't it?

Diluc, Neuvillette, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Argenti, Blade, Jing Yuan, Luke, Artem, Vyn, Marius (imagine your faves as you like, this is just who I thought of!)

[laciefuyu]

[CN Server Spoilers]

4TH ANNIVERSARY SSR CARDS

[pandoa]

"miss attorney" and "miss bodyguard"

"serious, overworked ceo" and "serious, overworked surgeon"

i rest my case.

[lavandulawrites]

Men who love seeing you cowered in his cum♡

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

He’s such a filthy man and he knows it. Every time your pretty lips a wrapt around his fact cock he feels the need to paint your face white.

It’s something so poetic with it. Your long eyelashes white and sticky as you blink innocently up at him. It makes him absolutely feral.

When he nears his orgasm he quickly pulls out and releases his load onto your stomach. He almost comes again at the erotic sight. You truly are beautiful cowered in his cum.

Dazai, ATSUSHi, Ranpo, Chuuya, Tachihara, Nikolai, Poe, Mark, Ango, Venti, Kaeya, Zhongli, CHILDE, Thoma, Ayato, Gorou, ITTO, Kazuha, Cyno, Tighnari, Wriothesley, Lyney, Neuvillette, Tengen, Doma, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, TOJI, Marius, Luke, Gepard, Welt, Dan Heng, Sampo, JING YUAN, Aventurine, Dr Ratio, Boothill, Gallagher

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