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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year ago

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Hallo! im new here so please let me know if i cross any boundries.'

anywho, I was wondering if i could request a platonic philza and/or techno comfort? ive had bad few days :(

Have a wonderful day/night!

I APOLOGIZE FOR GETTING TO THIS SO LATE!! I literally love dsmp asks even though the fandom is dying off, so this definitely isn’t crossing any boundaries! I hope you’re doing better. My dms are open if you ever need to chat! :D

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): Philza, Technoblade (ft. Mumza & Chat)

Reader: Gender neutral (you/your)

Style: Hcs

TW: N/A

Summary: How Philza and Technoblade (separate) would comfort you!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Philza:

I feel like he’s the type to just know you aren’t doing well before you even say anything.

Like, you’re just sitting there in your feels, then suddenly?

BOOM CONCERNED DAD RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

“Are you okay, mate?”

“Do you need anything?”

“Here, let’s sit and have a chat.”

Literally shooing chat away so it’s just the two of you having quality time together.

Would sit down next to you on a couch, but probably wouldn’t initiate any touching. The most I see him doing is a shoulder pat or a hand rubbing your back.

Of course, he wouldn’t mind you leaning on him or embracing him! He just doesn’t want to touch you in case you want your space :)

If you want to talk about it he’s there to listen and offer wise old man advice (if you call him old while you’re upset, it’s the ONE time he won’t get defensive about it)

He’s just talking giving you some advice about your problems, then he hears you snickering

“What’s so funny?”

“You sound so old right now, Phil.”

Usually he’d shout his usual “I’M NOT OLD/I’m only in my 30’s, mate…” (I’m pretty sure he’s canonically thousands of years old but shh let grandpa be delusional)

But now? He’d just chuckle and shake his head

“Whatever you say, mate.”

DON’T EXPECT HIM TO BE SOFT FOREVER, IT’S ONLY BECAUSE YOU’RE CURRENTLY SAD

After you’ve concluded your venting/told him that you don’t want to talk about it

You know what time it is…

DISTRACTIONS!!!

Pillow fort anyone? He’s giving pillow fort vibes.

He’s a dad, so obviously he’d just do all the work and build it for you. Again, only because you’re sad. Any other time he’d yell at you for not helping.

Speaking of sadness

Don’t let Phil’s wife see you sad…

OH NO YOU’RE SAD? NOW MUMZA IS SAD AND IS RUSHING TO COMFORT YOU

Mumza is the type to cry when she sees someone else crying, so now both of you are just sobbing together and Phil is there trying to comfort the two of you but is an overwhelmed old man and may end up crying himself

Uh… cry party?

Either you all end up making fun of each other for crying which results in you all laughing together, or you just cry till you get sleepy and pass out on the floor together.

What an interesting way to family bond.

Technoblade:

So you seek The Blade for comfort, the most monochrome and nonchalant man on the server. What a wonderful decision, reader! /lh (I’d do the exact same)

If you’re a Technoblade fan you’ve definitely heard the “it’s fine” audio.

Now I can either be wholesome and say he’d hold you close and whisper that everything will be okay to you

Or I can be silly and realistic and say that he’d pull out a phone and just play the audio with a blank face, but is laughing on the inside due to your “what the actual fuck” face.

Okay now for some actual comfort!

As we all know… Technoblade isn’t exactly good at comfort.

He kills orphans for a living, how do you think he’d react seeing someone crying like a child?

He’s standing looking at you with a look of “why is this creature screaming” and “wtf do I do”

“Uh… you good? You okay? You, uh… need a hug…?”

Very awkwardly holds his arms out for a hug, and if you accept, he even more awkwardly pats your back.

If you got his shirt wet with tears, he’d DEFINITELY comment about it

“Are you seriously ruining my shirt? How are my enemies supposed to think I have a good fashion sense now?!”

Goes into a rant about how he needs to look his best and how it’s a good strategy to beat his enemies in battle while you’re kinda just there… honestly are you even crying anymore?

You’ve stopped crying ages ago, and he’s still just talking

In conclusion, Technoblade is good at calming people down without even trying (I was literally having a breakdown and all I needed to do was listen to the silly pig man talk about Greek mythology. It must all be part of his master plan…)

Speaking of listening to his voice, here’s a scenario.

“Technoblade, can you read to me?”

“…what?”

“Read to me.”

“I’m not reading you a bedtime stor-“

“I wanted you to tell me about Greek mythology.”

“Fine. Come here.”

Long story short, he starts by reading you just one story. That one story turns into the entire history of the Greek gods and goddesses… yeah you pass out pretty quickly. But Technoblade isn’t one to stop mid-ramble. Once he notices you’re asleep, he’ll continue talking, just quieter. He’ll eventually get sleepy himself, and soon enough… you’re both asleep.

Works like a charm!

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

#bun asks #bun writes #technoblade x y/n #technoblade x you #technoblade x reader #technoblade fluff #philza x reader #philza #philza minecraft #philza x kristen #dreamsmp x reader #dreamsmp x you #dreamsmp #mumza #dsmp fluff #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #dsmp x y/n #comfort fic

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bun-parade · 2 years ago

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Smacking Endeavor's ass in public 🫣

As soon as you do it, he's whipping his head around and pinning you with a ice cold stare before hauling you off into the nearest empty alleyway. He crowds you against a wall under his giant shadow dwarfs your frame before he's gathering your lower jaw in his palm to force you to meet his angry glare.

He growls through gritted teeth, "Have you lost your fucking mind, little girl? Do you have any idea what it would do to my reputation if the paparazzi got a picture of you being so lewd in public? Do I need to teach you some manners?"

You can't help the delirious smile from creeping onto your face, your cheeks struggling to accommodate the expression through Endeavor's grip. "Yes, please, Endeavor sir."

There's a beat of silence before Endeavor is using his free hand to pull out his phone to make a call. His glare never leaves your flushed face. "Burnin', cancel the rest of my meetings for today. I've got a little pest to take care of. And send my car to my current location." He hangs up before Burnin' can respond. His voice is low and dangerous as he speaks to you.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to walk your slutty little ass out of this alley and we're going to get in my car. You are to keep your hands to yourself the entire drive. And when we get home, you're going to go straight to the bedroom, strip, and wait for me on the bed. Face down, ass up. Is that understood?"

Your knees wobble as you hear a car pull up to a stop at the other end of the alley.

"Yes, sir!"

#enji smut #endeavor smut #enji todoroki smut #enji x reader #endeavor x reader #bun writes

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bluerasbunny · 11 months ago

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VKTRS/radio host DCA AU drabble!

"Just-" You pause, a hefty sigh with furrowed brows. The world stands silent, the rustle of leaves and the tick of your clock deafening. "Why? Tell me why, that's all I want." The silence grows. Heat builds in your chest, lines your eyes as you sigh, hands running through the tangles of your hair. And then Sun begins to speak. "Do you know why we held you at arms length?" You pause, at the callousness of his tone. Sun stares down at you, white eyes flickering in the dim light. "Why we hid ourselves from you?" "Why do you think I'm asking?" You bitterly mumble, a low whisper from your throat. Sun's tail twitches, star flickering. "I don't- magically know what you two are thinking. I've never known what you were thinking, I-" Your voice raises a pitch, a mumble to a hiss and anger is hot in your chest and bitter in your mouth. The fire of confusion, of chasing answers for so long and receiving nothing- "You spend months making me fear for my fucking life, and still-!" SLAM. You flinch at the sound that resounds through the room. Sun looms over you, hand inches away from your head, the cold metal of his thumb brushing the skin of your ear. His eyes flicker shades of crimson, rays twitching, tail lashing and his shoulders sit tense, stood close enough for you to feel the hum of his fans. Claws flash in the light, voice a static-laced spit of venom that reverberates over the pound of your heart. "Watch your tongue. I wasn't finished."

#bun writes #vktrs au #dca radio host au #dca au #dca fandom #hehehehee

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ddalgibuns · 2 years ago

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violent delights with destructive ends

attack on titan ⊹ levi x afab!reader ⊹ 3.5k

mature content ( MDNI! ), sub!levi, reader is erwin's sister, you're gonna feel bad for levi in the end. mention of canon deaths

dark content warnings: gaslighting, manipulation, brief dub-con, fleeting breeding thoughts

author’s note: sub!levi isn't going to be a frequent theme on my blog, but i hope you enjoy :)

being humanity's strongest soldier isn't an easy feat. the burden on levi's shoulders often outweighs his small frame and he's left to mourn for each of his lost cadets and comrades in the privacy of his room, away from any watching eyes. if one were to ask around the base if captain levi even cares about losing any soldiers, they would all say that lives are just numbers to the captain and that he's the one that often has to tell them to leave the corpses when there's no more room in wagons. levi couldn't care less about his image or what anyone else says about him, just as long as he had you.

it was a brutal battle and you only heard of the news from hange a few minutes before the rest of the survey corps arrived, almost halved in number and all cadets looking rather grim. your eyes immediately search for a pair of onyx ones and once the tired pair lock with yours, you breathe a sigh of relief before seeking a pair of icy blue next. once your older brother's life is also secured, you make your way upstairs to levi's bedroom where you expect he'd come first.

you joined the survey corps to follow in your brother's footsteps as a skilled cadet and eventual captain or commander, but you're much more uncoordinated and served to be quite a disappointment. rather than make you a liability on the field, you were crowned the title of base maintenance worker where you thrived in cleaning and... that was about it. the only good thing to come out of your new line of work was the approval you'd receive from captain levi every time you cleaned his sleeping quarters; it started with a curt nod of his head, then a polite smile, then to him helping you out so you have less work to do, and during your time together, you would shoot questions back and forth to get to know each other, even the hard hitting ones like those about parents, life before committing to the survey corps. finding out you were erwin's little sister was a fact that had him avoiding you for a full week as he tried to balance out the pros and cons of getting involved with someone so dear to the commander. in the end, the urge to kiss you when you giggled about the silliest things took over and he decided that none of the negative reasons he listed even mattered, as long as you two were able to keep it a secret from the broad blond.

the doorknob turns slowly and levi's heavy heart takes a moment before he can push the door open to greet you. at first, his smile is faint and ingenuine, but seeing you, standing in his room and alive... he all but runs to you and wraps his arms suffocatingly tight around your waist, face nuzzled into your neck.

"hard day?" you whisper, already knowing the answer. levi's head bobs in confirmation against your skin and you hold him just as hard, squeezing him against you. "but you're okay, sweetheart — we're okay."

such a selfish way to think and if the other cadets or the family of the deceased heard, they would riot, but it was the hard truth. without levi, what chance did humanity have in surviving? and without you, what would levi live for? he's admitted out loud that he wouldn't want to continue on if you were to die, and the first time he said that was when you had stopped asking erwin to put you in battle.

as years dragged on, there was less and less reason for levi ( or any other captain for that matter ) to learn the names of new recruits when they would most likely be gone within a few months, and as much as the stoic captain would like to deny, it's taken a big toll on his morale. losing his friends in groups, one by one, all at once until only erwin and hange remained... he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. but then he sees you and he thinks, "maybe one more battle..."

"maybe this is it for humankind... we should just run away and live where the government and titans can't reach us... even if they do, i'll kill them all," levi's words are muffled against your neck, but you get most of them.

"i never knew you were the type to abandon your post like that, captain. isn't that treason?" your voice has a playful lilt to it, but when levi pulls back to meet your gaze, you see the sadness and grief that pours out of them, yet with no tears to accompany those feelings. "baby," you whisper, quickly leading him to the bed before you turn to close and lock the door — the last thing he needs is to get caught alone with you.

levi's gaze with you is always warm and full of adoration, but he seems... lifeless, even his arms just limp at his sides and his shoulders slumped into horrible posture — a red flag if you've ever seen one.

"i don't want to do this anymore," he finally chokes out. "petra... eld, oluo.. how many more do i have to lose? if erwin dies, how can i ever face you again?" shaky hands lift to hold his hanging head and his chest heaves to release a dry sob.

your heart aches at the sight of the man that's held himself together for the sake of his subordinates and watching him unravel only for you makes guilt wring at your chest.

"you come back and tell me because i'll always be here, even if erwin isn't. when you go out to each expedition, you're going to protect everyone, yes, but you're protecting me the most, and isn't that what you want? if you give up, i'd have to go in your place and i'd lose my life before i even get to the titans. i wanna elope with you, just build a farm in the middle of nowhere... but you know i can't when erwin is the commander here..." you climb on the bed and lean your back against the headboard, patting the empty seat beside you. levi follows suit and you're quick to sit in his lap so his hands can only hold you, which they do, his arms constricting around your waist to keep your as close as he can. "the best you can do is put on a brave face and continue what you're doing, sweetheart."

his gaze is forlorn and he knows that you're right, that his dream of running away with you is just that — a fantasy that can never become reality. even when he want to pretend, you tether him to the real world and make sure he doesn't get too lost and drift away. as he holds you in his embrace and feels the warmth of your skin seep through your thin clothes, he thinks that maybe it isn't a bad thing to be right here with you.

"you're right," he admits, a smile starting to twitch at the corners of his lips. you're quick to reach and give him a kiss, a set of fingers carding through his charcoal locks to pull him in deeper. he's missed you and your wet lips bring him more comfort than he could have asked for, his mouth greedily parting to shove his tongue against yours as he begins to undress you. he knows what he's allowed to do and makes sure he only takes off your shirt, leaving your bra and tight pants where they are — those are for you to decide if he deserves to see them off. "i'm sorry for saying such stupid things." he seems to find solace on your chest, his cheek smushed on your tits so your plush flesh can bring him to comfort it usually does. his lungs breathe in your scent and it's as if his mind forgets the image of broken bodies and his friends' lifeless faces; instead, he's in a warm field with your hands stroking his blood-matted hair ( none of it being his own, thank god ), and he's happy.

"not stupid, baby... just untimely. perhaps the day comes when it can come true." you hate lying to him. doesn't humanity's only hope deserve much better than broken promises and to be strung along with little crumbs of an impossible future? "let me help you feel better and clear your head."

when your warmth is peeled away from him, his frown returns ( he's feeling needier than usual, understandably ) and he leans his head back against the wood board, unsure if he has the strength to keep himself upright. "you don't have to today. i kind of just want to sleep," he mutters, eyes averting from yours, and for good reason. levi had never refused pleasure before.

but you know that he needs this, you know him better than he knows himself.

"levi," you only say his name during intimacy when he's done something wrong or you need him to answer you honestly. "are you sure?" your hands unclasp your bra and toss it to the floor, your pants and underwear dropped all at once with one hook and pull of your thumbs. you're sprawled out bare for him, a special treat, and you know that his body won't be able to stop itself from responding. the whimper he lets out is so sweet and your eyes have the pleasure of watching his cock twitch and fill up until it's pressed against the zipper of his slacks. "i think you might not have been telling me the truth."

your skilled hands undo the button and zipper to his bottoms and you pull them down and off his feet to join yours somewhere around the room. thin, long fingers unclasp each of the knobs to levi's own shirt and you watch him fold the fabric neatly before setting it down by the bed. his briefs are next to go and once he's just as exposed as you are, both of you take this chance to drink the sight of each other in. you admire each of his scars, some fresh and some dull with the completed recovery process, every single one a reminder that he's still alive and here for you. levi's eyes see an angel that decided to live on earth with curves just where he loves them, soft skin, and a smile that blows away any reason to feel anything but content — you are his everything, the only reason he's still fighting to wake up every morning.

"i love you," he whispers and you grin like he just gave you the whole world, making his heartbeat erratic.

"love you too, my dear." the hesitance he felt was nowhere to be found now and his length is weeping, though it was untouched, and he's no longer embarrassed to admit that just looking at you would be enough to bring him to completion — and if that isn't pure love, what is?

you have a ritual, a specific order you like to do things, and only on the rarest of occasions do you allow for any divergence, like today. rather than torture him with your nails scraping his nipples and your hand tight around his leaking head to edge him, you lean in and take his thick tip in your mouth. the instant warmth and wetness has levi confused and his pathetic whimpers, the scrambling of his hands to grab onto anything but your head lest he be left alone instantly, has your voice moaning around him. it was cute to see his icy demeanour melt in front of you and if anyone outside the door knew what a submissive puppy he was, perhaps he wouldn't be so feared by all.

your lips slide down to try and take all of him in, but making the stretch is a difficult feat. not only is he blessed with girth, but with length as well, and you aren't sure if you can even reach the base with his mouth, not that it stops you from trying. as levi's toes curl into the sheets, you lower yourself more and more, swallowing around the inches that are lodged in your throat and constricting around him similarly to when he knows you're about to cum, and the stimulation makes his mouth go slack, his hips rutting towards you all on their own. while you appreciate the enthusiasm, your hands firmly hold his hips down so you can go at your own pace, and finally, your nose nestles into the array of thick hair at his base and you smile up at him triumphantly, enjoying the sight of his blissful expression.

you take a few shaky and careful breaths through your nose before you do your best to swallow again and this time, he growls and you see him lift his hand towards your head, only to back away just before he actually touches you. god, what a good boy.

slowly, you begin to pull back, much to levi's dismay, and you release the coughs that were gathering in your chest, his calloused, rough hand running across your back to help. "thank you," he murmurs, and the glistening bead that drips out of the slit of his cock also shows his gratitude. he knows you don't particularly enjoy giving oral when is size is what it is, but you've never complained when you're greeted with his flushed cheeks and shy smile.

"we're not done, don't worry." with a gentle push of your hands off of the bed, you have him flush against the headboard once more and you carefully climb onto his lap, and it's only now that levi's desperation become more noticeable. his toned arms and tight grip of his hands could overpower you easily, he never has to play along with your rules, nor the edging that you inflict on him so often, and you notice more often now that he's holding back from doing whatever he wants to, like with his hand reaching for your hair earlier. he wouldn't want to jeopardise what you two have, and the thought of you leaving him is what keeps the little puppy obedient.

strong arms wrap around your waist and levi whimpers as he brings you closer, his mouth an inch away from your tits whilst your hand reaches down to position the tip of his cock in between your slick folds. "p-please... can i? i want to suck you in my mouth..."

you nod in approval and his zealous lips grab onto your nipple, sucking as if it was his last ever chance. the scraping of his teeth bring a sensation of pain and pleasure, one that's intensified as you sink down on top of his length, each dip lower and lower making your back arch and bring you closer to him. having his cock sucked feels damn nice, but when he slides into your sweet pussy and watches you become undone for him... nothing can beat out your expression, your lewd moans, and the feeling of your walls clench around him as if it was your first time, every time.

even from the beginning of your physical relationship, you've always teased levi, left him to have dry orgasms while edging him because you didn't want him to finish so early, but over time, you realised that the real reason was because you finish too quickly. his endless stamina comes from his physical ability to hunt titans for hours on end, but you do nothing other than lift brooms and buckets here, and added to the direct path that levi's cock has to the bundle of nerves buried inside of you is a dangerous equation.

too easily, his length is fully sheathed inside of you and levi moans out a mantra of your name as he tries his best to stay still, to keep from thrusting inside of you like he wants to, and as endearing as it is, as much as your curiosity seems to get to you from time to time, you make sure that he knows who's in charge. with each of your hands landing on his shoulders, you dig your nails into a few healing wounds, reopening the scars as you bounce on his length and make sure that you slam back down each time until you're sure that his weeping tip pushes harshly against that sweet bundle of nerves inside of you and all the way to your cervix. he fills you up perfectly, like two puzzle pieces created for each other the way his tip hits the end of your cavern just as you sink all the way down to his base.

how many bounces does it take for you to unravel today? levi counts every time and he loves when the number is less than ten, not because he's tired, but because he loves knowing that your body is so eager to finish for him, just as he is for you.

"levi," his name coming off your tongue sounds like the trumpets of heaven, "promise me," you breathe out. his chin tilts up to watch you and his eyes are wide as he listens intently.

"i swear," he says immediately, not even having to hear your request. "for you, anything." his eyes are glossed over and you know that he's close.

"promise you'll keep fighting, for me. don't give up, levi," your gaze locks onto his and your hips are unrelenting as your brows furrow and pressure starts to build inside your tummy.

calloused palms hold onto your waist and he leans in to capture your mouth for a hot kiss as he gives you the extra push you need to spill over the edge and onto him and onto the sheets. beads of sweat dripping down both of your foreheads and into the mess of your juices tainting his lap now, he follows right after you, spilling into you without any caution or worry — his biggest hope is to come back home from expeditions to see the swell of your belly full of his child.

"i promise, my love," is all he can say as he pulls back from the kiss, the smile of a man in pure bliss stretching from one side of his face to the other. "every battle is won for you," he mutters as the you climb off of his exhausted body, helping him lay in bed comfortably ( on the side untainted by the remnants of your sweet orgasm ) before he dozes off with a hand held tightly in yours.

once his tired snoring begin to reach your ears, you carefully pry your fingers away from his to get dressed and with a quick kiss to his sweaty forehead, you leave his quarters to find erwin next door. as if he was awaiting your arrival, he swings the entrance open before you knock, an eyebrow raised expectantly.

"you were right: he wanted to abandon the survey corps. i shut the idea down right away and he said he'll keep fighting from now on." watching erwin's smug grin makes your stomach feel uneasy and you sigh, chest feeling heavy. "i don't want to do this anymore, erwin... what if he finds out that you were controlling him this whole time?"

"come now, little sister. don't tell me you actually started loving him?" his voice is mocking, but you have no rebuttal — your cleaning schedule being manipulated to coincide with his free time would only be considered fate if fate took the form of a broad, blond man with crystal blue eyes. your own brother sold you to the survey corps to keep an eye out on their most important asset. "it's funny how you say that i'm the one manipulating him when, in fact, i gave you many chances to return to the safety of the walls. you're just as deep in this as i am, so i suggest keeping your act together. i doubt levi would be above slaughtering everyone in this base if he were to find out."

the door slams in your face and you scowl at just how right the big buffoon is about it all. you return to levi's room and undress once more to join him in bed, relinking your fingers together. his chest heaves evenly and rhythmically for once, finally feeling peace in his sleep, and your free digits trace the side of his face, unperturbed by the stresses and worries of being conscious. the fate of humanity rests in between your hands and it's your job to keep him happy, to keep him wanting to fight. no matter how much your heart tugs and pulls every time he proposes a plan to keep just the two of you safe, no matter how many times he whispers that he loves you whilst kissing each of your fingertips. if the truth were to ever come out, you would be crucified just like your brother and it was a risk you didn't want to take, but what choice do you have? you're a smith. manipulation is in your blood.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #aot smut #sub levi #bun writes #tw.dubcon

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sunbunnyyy · 7 months ago

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posting the first chapter of the follow up to “love, like sleep to the freezing” soon!

#bun speaks #bun writes

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hypnobun-e · 1 year ago

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Brilla the adventurer was in a pinch. She and her party had fallen prey to a trap set by a horde of imps. They had taken her to a small villa, where the resident master - a succubus who called himself Xycthr - had her chained to a bed.

In all other circumstances, it wasn't the worst place to be. The bed was comfortable and the chains that held her wrist and leg were not terribly tight and allowed her some movement out of the bed (at least whenever the daemon returned to allow her bindings some slack).

But she was still a prisoner. She was fed meager meals of dried meats, soup and bread, never afforded any cutlery that could serve as a makeshift weapon.

She was afforded moments to pace around her room - under the watchful eye of a pair of imps who watched her with wanton lust.

The window in the room was large but she could not reach it whilst chained up, and the view of the countryside only served to reinforce her entrapment.

And then there were the visits from the master himself. Routinely, he would enter her chambers, clad in silks or leather and begin to have sex with her. No... it was more accurate to say that he fucked her.

Whether or not she had any say, his magicks ensured she was always ready; with a curl of his finger, he could make her member rigid and hard. Her body would quiver with need under his charms, her mind screaming in frustration all the while.

They would fuck many times over the course of a night, his pussy squeezing and sucking her member in. The warmth and tightness was enough to drive Brilla to the brink of insanity, all while the daemon would tease her body. Pulling her hair, leaving marks and hickies all along her shoulders and chest, biting her nipples, leaving dark lipstick marks along her stomach and thighs...

For anyone, it could be a dream.

For Brilla, it was a horrific cycle. Interminable boredom followed only by the nightly rape and torment at the hands of her captor.

And then, every night, Xycthr would make her cum. Her cries echoed through the villa as her cock pulsed and throbbed inside. His cunt would eagerly drink every drop of her semen, even as Brilla could see white milky drops slide out and down her aching shaft.

She could feel each orgasm take its toll as well. She was well aware of the succubus' ability to steal the life of their victims through the act of intercourse. This, however, was far worse than she could have anticipated.

Each time she was made to spill her seed inside him, she could feel part of herself being whisked away. As the days wore on, she saw her muscles begin to fade. She tried to do drills with whatever free movement she was given, just to pass the time, and yet every day it felt harder...more difficult to remember them. She caught herself second guessing the order or the movement, the image of her sword in her mind's eye growing more and more unclear.

Her memories of her life became vague as well. Days spent hunting wild animals for game or for food; carousing with allies long since gone. Her head grew fuzzier as thoughts became difficult to hang onto. At times, it felt like an effort to even remember that she was an adventurer.

All of these days passed in a haze, and her body grew accustomed to its current role as captive sex slave. Brilla would often wake up in the morning to find her cock erect, peppering the sheets with drops of precum. On some days, she spent all day masturbating, edging herself in whatever ways possible. She could never cum, of course, not without him to tell her to. It was his magic, after all.

So she would wait, becoming more and more lost in a haze of need and temptation. She almost anticipated, no, looked forward to seeing the Master when he would visit her chambers and fuck her into oblivion.

And so the days went on, again and again. She...Brilla would endure, no matter how good it felt to be used as a living sex toy.

Eventually, the prisoner...no, the slave? By now, she had forgotten her name. Whoever she was, she was panting, kneeling in bed with one hand pawing at her breast and the other furiously beating her meat red raw. Droplets of saliva dripped down her tongue and onto her thighs and fist as she edged herself, again and again, waiting for Master to come.

And he did, as she knew he would. This time, he was not alone. He was holding a chain that was fastened to a collar around a naked figure. Slave thought that this person was vaguely familiar.

"Come, pet."

Xycthr's command struck sharp in her mind, his deep voice rolling in her thoughts. She stumbled off the bed and stood before him, still fucking her fist as he looked up at her. He chuckled.

"Do you only have eyes for me now? Or don't you recognise your companion?"

Slave thought for a moment, as she looked at Master, then at the other figure. Companion...was that their name? Their face was flushed and they were pawing at their crotch.

"You two are pathetic. Lower than even my imps. I suppose they deserve a good toy, as a treat for their hard work. But, which one do I give them...and which do I keep?"

Slave's voice burst forth with a moan. But it was the other figure who spoke first:

"Please, keep me! Please, Master, I am yours, please, please, please."

They begged, grabbing at the daemon's silken outfit. The demon shoved them off, not with a great deal of force, but enough to push them to the floor.

"Such a desperate little thing, aren't you? Although I guess you two have that in common...nothing left to yourselves but empty heads full of cum and sex, isn't that right?"

Slave groaned again, as if in affirmation.

Her cock dripped precum on the floor as she stared fixedly at the Master's lips.

"On your knees, both of you. Show me which of you is better fit to be my new toy..."

Slave's head whirled as she instantly dropped down, her hand never leaving her shaft. The other figure scrambled to the front, kneeling beside her as the daemon undressed to reveal his moist, dripping slit.

The two adventurers-turned-sex-object drooled just as much, their tongues falling out of their mouth.

"Get to it. The first one to make me cum wins a place at my side. The loser gets thrown to the imps."

The two scrambled for purchase. Slave was a tad slower, owing to one of her hands being used to pump her shaft. The other shoved their face into Master's cunt and began licking desperately.

Slave slowly crawled around, until she found her target: Master's other hole, winking at her. Taking hold of his thigh with one hand, she threw herself into his cheeks, worshipping his backdoor with fervour.

Slave's mind grew quieter still as she continued to lick, suck, kiss, pump; the pleasure enveloping her being. She didn't know anything else, other than being Master's toy.

#bun writes smut #bun writes

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bluebellbun08 · 7 months ago

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Writing fic on company time!!!! Eat my ass madame director!!!

#me.txt #bun writes

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miiyoshi · 2 months ago

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"my drink tastes a little more bitter than usual." you pull the cup away from your lips and hand it to your husband, his already-reached out hand prompting you.

"it seems so." ushijima says after taking a light sip.

"it's fine, i'll just-"

"let me go tell them," he interrupts you, not letting you stop him as he stands up in one swift motion, making his way up to the counter.

you admire ushijima as he stands tall across the barista, explaining that there must have been an error with your drink. he quickly describes the correct order, because of course he knows your favourite drink by heart and orders for you every time. ushijima would make this in your shared kitchen everyday if you would let him, but instead he settles for buying it for you whenever you two go out.

with a soft smile, he returns back to the little table you're situated at. this time he's holding two drinks, the correct order and your original (bitter) one.

"toshi, aren't you supposed to give them the drink so they can sweeten it?" you prompt him.

with an expression even more confused than yours, ushijima responds, "was that what i was supposed to do? i just bought you a new drink."

"toshi!" you exclaim in surprise of his adorable cluelessness, he's too cute for his own good, "you didn't have to buy me a whole new one! i really appreciate it, but what are we going to do with my old order?"

ushijima shrugs, "i can finish it for you, i don't mind"

in a bitter world, ushijima has always been sweet to you.

#bun is writing #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #haikyuu ushijima #hq ushijima #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #hes my number one i love him sooo much

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boop-le-snoot · 8 months ago

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I'm attempting to participate in kinktober this year because frankly speaking a year plus long hiatus in fanfiction writing is like.. I know I'm better than that. I can get my shit together long enough to be horny at least

But now the issue is that I started writing earlier so I could get a head start but now I'm sitting on this amazing 3 something thousand words of Adar smut and I have to wait a whole week to post it? This is bullshit

#bun writes

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year ago

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I got this idea while talking with a Husk bot on character.ai LMAO there will be more Hazbin fics coming, I just need to find the motivation to write them ^^

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): Hazbin Hotel

Character(s): Husk

Reader: Gender-neutral (you/your)

TW: Alcohol, crying

Style: Short story

Summary: you’ve been crying at the bar for a while now. When Husk finally decides to ask why, you give him probably the dumbest story he’s ever heard. But he comforts you regardless.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

It was a late night in the Hazbin Hotel. Husk should’ve closed the bar a while ago, as there were no more customers to serve at this hour. But he was forced to stay on the clock due to you. You’ve been sitting in that same stool, sobbing and occasionally sipping on the drink he had given you a while ago. It was honestly just sad seeing you like this. With only your choked sobs and sniffles filling the otherwise quiet room, it was hard to ignore you. Even with all the booze he was drinking.

But you and Husk haven’t talked much. Sure, he’s memorized your favorite drinks, and he’s learned a lot about you just by observing you during Charlie’s bonding activities. But you haven’t exactly talked one on one. So he couldn’t find it in him to just… comfort you. Especially since it’s already been, what? Ten minutes? Husk just sat there and chugged down bottle after bottle, occasionally glancing at you to see if you were calming down. He just hoped that you’d stop crying soon and fuck off so he could finally close the bar.

But when you did begin to calm down, Husk’s attitude was different. Your cries slowly morphed into hiccups as you began to take deep breaths, finally trying to calm yourself. And instead of kicking you out like he would anyone else, he finally spoke up. “What happened, kid?”

You perked up at the sound of Husk’s voice, honestly forgetting that he had even been there. He was so silent while you were crying, you may as well have been in an empty room. But you were too embarrassed to answer Husk’s question. The reason you were crying wasn’t ideal in the slightest, and you’ve seen how Husk was. Especially with Angel Dust. Always so judgmental… surely he’d laugh at you if you told him. “Nothing, it’s stupid.”

Husk rose one of his (comically) large eyebrows at you. He was a bartender, he’s heard it all before. Relationship issues, trauma, losing a loved one. Hell, even Alastor has gotten too drunk and spilled some… very much not needed information to the poor cat demon. How could your issues be any worse? “Kid, if it’s making you cry this hard, it must be a big deal to you.”

And he was right. It was a big deal for you, but for others? It was laughable. But you wanted to tell someone, since nobody else understood. Maybe he’d be the one to sympathize with you. So you took a deep breath, bracing yourself, and drunkenly slurred your troubles to him.

“My friend took my favorite shirt and stretched it out. It doesn’t fit me the same anymore, and I won’t be able to find another one like it.”

Husk just… blinked. And stared. Had he heard you right? So the reason he’s been sitting here listening to you sob for a good ten-fifteen minutes, was because of a goddamn shirt? “…that’s it?”

You could practically hear the disappointment in Husk’s voice, and a sigh left your lips as you buried your face in your arms. You weren’t in the mood to be judged. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

Husk could hear the defeat in your voice, and it was enough to make his ears go flat against his head. He didn’t mean to upset you further. In fact, he didn’t mean it in that way at all. “No, kid-! I didn’t mean it like that. I just thought you’d be crying over something more serious.” Husk had to think fast. You were already upset, and he had no idea how to make you feel better. “Listen… I get it, y’know? It sucks losing things you’re attached to.”

You hadn’t expected that from Husk at all, to the point you questioned if maybe he was faking it. But his words sounded so genuine, making you slowly lift your head from your arms to peek. Your eyes met his yellow ones, and his ears quickly lifted once he realized you were looking, like he didn’t want you to see that he actually cared. But you had seen the movement clear as day, even with the tears in your eyes. It made you smile.

Husk assumed that you were smiling because of his words, so he decided to keep going. “You wanna know something, kid? Back when I was alive, I had this hat. It was the damn best hat I’ve ever owned. Wore it every day. But then I lost it… and I never really got over it.” Seeing the curious glint in your eyes, Husk smiled. Just a little. “Yeah. It still hurts me, y’know? Every time I see a sinner down here with a similar hat, I feel the pain all over again.”

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Bonus: You and Husk surprised each other with a new hat and a new shirt. You became more than just drinking buddies in no time. :)

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