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snowsinterlude · 5 months

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What Weighs in Your Heart.

+18, mdni

(priest coriolanus x f. reader, mdni!)

summary: the priest of panem's church was the one you confided the most, that's the only reason for you to confess your sins every sunday evening, and that's why you always stayed until late at church.

c.w: priest!coriolanus, christian reader, christian guilt, altar sex, slapping, mentions to blowjob, grinding, fingering, squirting, church sex, dirty talk, smut, nsfw, public sex, dacryphilia, degrading, praising, overstimulation, sub reader, religious imagery mentioned, priest kink, praying during sex, sex in public place, mdni!!

the sin - heinrich lossow, 1880.

a piece showing a nun moans and a priest holds her hips. based on the events of the last day of October 1501, where cardinal cesare de borgia, son of Pope Alexander VI, supposedly hosted a decadent dinner party.

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every sunday, you spend your whole evening at the church, always so eager to please your religion and your god, but you knew deep in your heart that this was not your true intention.

you've waited until everybody left the church again, so you could ask father coriolanus to listen to your regrets on the confessionary – that's how far you can remember –, and with your moans echoing through the church and your pussy gushing around his skilled fingers, you cried out in pleasure, hearing his prays.

both of you weren't anywhere near the confessionary, if you looked up you could see the stained glass window with a image of Jesus Christ looking at you, and you'd immediatly look down again, the wet sounds of your cunt echoing through your eardrums.

"that the eyes of your heart may be enlighted, so you can repent for your sins and your place in heaven is reserved." he prayed, his fingers fucking your pussy relentlessly while his other hand held a rosary, praying for you. "tell me what weighs within your heart, my child."

you couldn't even speak an entire phrase without moaning, you didn't have any idea you were so wet and sensitive until the moment he pulled your panties aside.

"you didn't hear me?" he asked, curling his long fingers into your cunt. "confess me your sins."

you gulped down, crying from guilt and pleasure all at once.

"forgive me, f..father, for i have sinned." you started, legs spreading a bit more just so you could be met with a slap on your ass and a finger thrusting into your core. "fuck, father. i-i can't- i can't sp...speak!"

your eyes were closed shut, your mouth opened up to let him hear your squeal once he slapped your butt.

"the church is not a place for you to run your dirty mouth like that." he warned you, taking his fingers out of your core and making you suck on them.

"i'm sorry, father. please forgive me." you said, eyes swelling up with tears as he frowned at you, shaking his head negatively.

"tell me what weighs in your heart, so i can show you the path of god, my dear lamb." he said, both his hands on your hips while you shamelessly whined, grinding your hips on his stiffened dick.

"forgive me, father, for i haven't stopped sinning kn every lord's day and can't stop coming to the church only to sin." you said, your voice sounding to malicious to your liking. you truly hoped god would help you, the guilt in your heart was nothing near the pleasure you experimented on coriolanus's dick. "father, please. i can't stop thinking about you," you admitted, your own hand travelling down your stomach to reach for your swollen clit.

an action that, much to your sadness, was prevented by the priest towering on you. his hand held yours, caging them with the rosemary he held.

"you should know better than to indulge in such a dirty path, little lamb." he said, in a soothing voice while you thrusted back at him, crying for release. "look at you, you're on the right path to become satan's main worshipper. you're so dirty, so stained." you cried upon hearing those words.

"it is not my fault, father, i swear!" you cried out, your core clenching on air as it missed his cock inside you, throbbing inside you while he usually hit your ass. "it's not my fault! i-in god's plan, he made the devil so much stronger than any of those whose flesh is the main pleasure-" he gave you another painful slap, your lips gasping as the tears rolled down your cheek.

"so now it is god's fault that you are such a whore?" he asked you, grinding back at you, you mewled at his words.

"n-no, that was not what i said-"

"it is exactly what you said, lamb. you should watch your words." he said, the stern tone on your voice made you sob.

"i'm sorry, father. i'm sorry, i wasn't thinking straight, i- ah!" you sobbed, feeling the tip of his cock entering your core, your cries were too pleasant for him.

"this is what you wanted, right? this is why you're always here, looking at me with those pleading eyes that are always screaming 'fuck me, father.' isn't that right?" he asked you, a smirk curling into your lips as you nodded pathetically. "you can't help but crave what is not yours to have, can you? even if it's a priest's cock. i bet you fucked more priests in this life than any prostitute." he whispered into your ear, thrusting slowly into your pussy with a tortuous rhythm.

your brain felt too mushed up for you to even talk, so you sticked up with shaking your head negatively, your moans and cries being paused for you to mewl a bunch of no's.

"use your words, you are a bitch, but you're not dumb and nor are you mute." he said, his cock entering you entirely, filling you to the edge as you cried out in pleasure, his hand grabbed your boob aggressively, pinching your nipple as he turned you to face him. "do what i said."

"'m sorry, fa.. father! i'm sorry. i-i didn't fuck any priest other than you, i promise!" you cried out, the tip of his cock teasing your clit before entering you again.

"see? it wasn't that hard speaking up and using your voice for something other than begging for my dick." he said, looking into your eyes, and the smile he gave you was so pretty that you just knew that fucking in missionary would end up with you saying something forbidden, something dirty. he was right, you were stained after all. "you're such a good girl, can't believe you go around with my cum in your pussy looking that innocent." he chuckled.

he put your handcuffed hands on his neck, making you hug his neck before he made one of your legs wrap around him, thrusting into you until his tip teased just the right spot inside you.

"fuck! father, please, keep going!" you begged, crying as your head hide on the curvature of his neck.

he tugged your hair back, making your eyes meet his, the ones you were trying your best to avoid, the ones you knew that once you looked into, you would see the abyss of the fire of hell waiting for you. he leaned closer to you, his face mere inches of yours. he couldn't kiss you, no. it'd make everything worse- but god, his lips looked so pretty. so kissable. you wanted him to, and inside of you, your heart prayed he would. but he didn’t.

"you're so eager." he smiled, groaning as you squeezed his cock between your gummy warm walls and cried while he nibbled om your neck and earlobe. "but you heard what i said about your language. the church is no place for that." he said.

"but you- hah, god! y-you're always cussing around too! y-you called me a whore just two minutes ago!" you cried out, defending yourself in this situation was pathetic.

"because you are one, lamb." he said, chuckling as he kissed your tears on the right corner of your mouth. too close to your lips. "my language can be excused when i'm telling the truth," he paused, growling while his forehead leaned into yours. "your language, however, is just a bunch of fucks."

"f-father, please don't." you said, moaning while trying your best to pull away from his lips.

"'don't', what? 'don't cum inside this time'? 'don't suck on my neck'?" he asked, his eyes boring into yours as he thrusted faster and deeper into you. ah, you always looked so pretty when he fucked you and messed you up, such a slutty mess.

"d..don't kiss me," you said, for his surprise. and he chuckled at you. you could handle fucking a priest but couldn't handle a kiss? how cute. "you're too close to me, y-your lips- i want you to."

"be more specific," he groaned, his hips slapping in yours as his cock hit your cervix and his hand slapped your ass. "you want me to do what, dear?"

"i want you to kiss me." you pleaded, crying from humiliation.

"you told me not to." he said, teasing you as his thumb rubbed on your clit, making your walls squeeze him. he gasped, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he frowned, looking down to see his cock disappearing inside your pussy with each thrust.

"please do. p-please, please." you begged. this wasn't the first time you fucked him, but it would be the first time you kissed him, and in general, it would be the first time you kissed at all. "just this once. j-just today."

"pray." he demanded.

"what? no- not now. it's wrong. it's dirty" you sobbed.

"just like you. pray." he said again, torturing you as he montioned his hips in a slow, steady place. you gulped down, apologizing to jesus mentally before commiting the terrible sin you were about to.

"o-our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come-" you cried, your heart heavy with guilt. "t..thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses." you closed your eyes shut, overstimulation hitting you like a brick as you sobbed.

he begin thrusting faster in you, your voice melting at each rapid thrust that hit your uterus, his cock entering deep inside you, his balls kissing your core as his member throbbed inside you. "keep going." he said, and so you did.

"as we- ugh, coryo! as we forgive, those who- who tre... who trespass against us," you groaned, feeling your climax arriving. you held yourself, prohibiting yourself from cumming in such a time. "and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil,"

he kissed you, his tongue tangled on yours. such a filthy kiss, such a messy kiss, took you over the edge. his hand brought you closer by your waist, fucking you relentlessly while his other hand held your head, kissing you roughly. you came first than him, a wet mess being made on him as you squirt on him, moaning into the kiss as he kept going, cumming inside you right after you.

"a...amen." you finished, shaking as he pulled his cock from you, kissing your tears alway.

"good girl." he said, kissing your temple. you pouted as he cleaned your tears, and after straightening your clothes and pulling his pants back, you were still shaking, your legs trembling from the intense orgasm you just had. "be a good lamb and sit there while i bring you water and clean myself, okay?"

and you nodded obediently, sitting on the first bench you could reach.

he was so gentle to you. so good. your brain thanked heavens that he made you pray during that, even if it was the biggest sin you've commited, you knew that if he hadn't done such a thing, you would tell him you loved him.

fuck, you're a terrible christian. and to think your parents were so proud of you being such a church girl.

tagging: @tiaamberxx

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cupcakeslushie · 18 days

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For your brainwash au, do we get so see exactly how Donnie got captured by Kendra? And would this au be a full comic or just bits and pieces here and there? (Not pressuring just curious) Love the au and I hope you’re having a good day! :)

Don’t know why, but I felt like writing this part out instead of drawing it! (Sorry for bad grammar. I wrote this lying in bed, sleep deprived and did no editing)

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The sad, pained look on his little brother’s face is enough to set off that dark protective fire in Donatello’s belly. And Michael has been a tiny storm of negative emotions since Leo slapped the small cast on his ankle. Donnie may not be able to pick apart and decipher all of the subtitles his brother is feeling right now, but he knows he’s in pain, and that’s enough.

“How many strips of bacon do you think we can get from Meat Sweat’s corpse?” Donnie ponders as he wraps an arm around his little brother’s shoulders, and carefully pulls him closer. Mikey lets out a quiet huff, but the joke doesn’t land the way Donnie had been hoping.

“Michael?”

“I’m okay,” Mikey assures. Then a hesitant second later adds, “it’s stupid.”

“Oh well if it’s stupid, allow me to grab ‘Nardo. He might be able to help you better.”

That gets the laugh he was looking for.

“I’m not in pain or anything. It’s just, tonight was the midnight signing of Joshua Bear’s new cook book. He’s a YouTuber chef that I’ve been following for years, and I went to his first release…I really wanted the second for my collection.”

Donatello does vaguely remember Angelo telling Raph something about this event last night, during dinner. He’d been so excited, and now he looks crushed at the idea of missing it.

“What if I went?” At the suggestion, Mikey’s face becomes brighter than a super nova, almost too bright for Donnie to stare at directly. It takes a moment for Michael to really calm down enough to speak.

“You’d really go wait in line for three hours? Just to get a book?” Donatello laughs at the question. Any opportunity in which his brothers were interested in the world of literature, no matter the subject (except maybe geology) was a time to be supportive.

Mikey pulls him in for a tight hug, and holds up his phone to snap a picture of them. Donnie snorts and slides out of his little brother’s hammock, careful not to disturb it too much. Mikey is already bouncing enough that he’s in danger of falling out.

“Yes, yes. Sing my praises on all your media socials. Let the world know how I’m your favorite older sibling!” Mikey drops the phone to his chest and holds his arms up, practically vibrating for one more hug. Donnie complies. He’s long given up maintaining his bad boy image when it’s just the two of them.

“You’re the best, Donnie! Really!” The words do a hell of a job replacing that previous fury he’d been harboring, the smile and warmth coming from Mikey, now fully restored. The proper order of the universe righted with a simple solution. This was what he loved most about being a brother. Fixing his siblings problems, in any way he could. And if healing the broken bone outright was (for now) out of his control—at least he could do this.

Donnie glances at his watch and notes he should get going if the turn out is going to be as big as Angelo predicts. He sneaks past the living room where he can hear his other two brethren yelling over a game of Mario Kart. He has zero interest in either of his brothers tagging along. He loves them, but neither are suited to standing in a long line for hours. For the last Jupiter Jim reboot, Donatello was seconds away from a double fratricide before they were even allowed into the theater.

Besides. He’s practically 18 (in four months). He can run up to the surface for a few hours, without having to call upon the archaic buddy system.

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He’s in line for about an hour, when he sees suspicious movement out the corner of his eye. A young woman, parting the line a little ways ahead from where he stands, walks quickly into the closest alley. That alone might be no cause for alarm—maybe it’s a short cut. But the tall, hooded creep trailing after her, has his metaphorical hackles rising. It’s a clear case of sinister intentions. He quickly glances around to see if anyone else has witnessed this, but he’s the only one who seems to be showing any type of concern. Typical New York.

“What a town” Donnie sighs. He doesn’t bother asking the old man behind him to save his spot, seeing as he’s practically at the end of the line, and quickly races to the alley to play hero.

It’s a deep one, the lights of the street not quite hitting all the eerie nooks and crannies. Plenty of blind spots.

“Hello there? Stalker and or damsel in distress? Is anyone in need of assistance? Anyone hopefully bear maced and in need of a being escorted to the nearest precinct?”

No answer.

The non-existent hairs on Donnie’s arms stand straight up. Just as he’s reaching for his ninpo to materialize a bo-staff, something thick wraps around his neck from behind. The arm is almost as big as Raphael’s, if lacking in the muscle department.

But before his can break the hold, the solid feeling of a needle slides into the meat of his neck and something rushes into his veins. Within seconds he’s released and stumbling from the lack of support.

Someone is talking to him. It takes a second of his gaze bouncing around to pick them out. Mildly embarrassing, considering they’re standing right in front of him now. Out of all the colors popping in and out of his vision, Donnie only just catches the same turquoise hoodie that seemed to belong to the unassuming young woman.

A honey pot trap, he realizes, stumbling and falling pathetically backwards on his own ass.

He sees pink hair and is almost relieved, if humiliated. With all their enemies, the Purple Dragons are D tier. But the chances he can free himself before his brothers even notice his absence is high. Just the thought of the savage teasing he would be forced to endure if his brothers found out—Donatello is not eager to hear any of it.

As the nauseating colors finally bleed away, and start to leave black growing in their wake, Donatello swears to cause a big explosion on his way out.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rise mikey #rise kendra #Kendratello au #ask slushie #rottmnt writing

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springwitch26 · 8 months

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hots for teacher (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

part 2

summary: you've been infatuated with melissa schemmenti ever since you worked under her as a student teacher. what will happen when you meet again a few years later?

warnings: NSFW content, implied future smut (part 2 on the way??), praise kink, age gap idk

notes: hi everyone! my name is april, and this is my first ever fanfiction. i wrote this for fun and then decided to share it with the community, because i love the little gay women in my phone! i've been reading fics on tumblr for as long as i've been on the internet, so this is a strange experience for me. anyway, enjoy, and let me know what you guys think!

tonight you looked sexy, and you knew it. you wore a sinfully short black dress with colorful butterflies. it was one of your favorites; it showed just the right amount and hugged just the right places to be tantalizing. your eyes were painted with thin black wings and soft, glittery eyeshadow that made you look like a sweet dream. your lips glistened and your hair was tied up in two dutch braids. you were a vision.

all this meant that you were not the least bit surprised when a deep, sultry female voice sounded from behind where you sat at the bar.

"it should be illegal to look like that in public."

you smiled coyly and turned around to face the stranger.

"why? see something you like?" when you turned to face her, however, you were met with a familiar face. it was a face you'd seen in your dreams time after time: your former boss, melissa schemmenti.

you had been assigned to work with melissa as a student teacher while you were in school for your teaching certification. at the time, she was teaching two grades simultaneously, so she was grateful to have you there to ease the burden. it didn't hurt that you were always so eager to please. you wanted to learn and become the best teacher you could be.

of course, your motives weren't entirely pure. you were attracted to melissa from the moment you saw her. you remembered it like it was yesterday: her flaming red hair was slightly messy from trying to wrangle her double class, and her glasses sat askew on her nose. then you came along and turned everything around. she would give you to-do lists, and you would finish them before lunchtime the same day.

"great job, hon! you're so good, don't know what i'd do without you..." she'd say each time, beaming with pride at her new prodigee.

"o-of course, ms. schemmenti. what else can i do for you?" you'd respond, blushing profusely at the praise and struggling to hold her intense gaze.

within a week of having you, melissa was caught up on all her work. she couldn't help but feel like you were an angel, or some kind of gift from god. whatever you were, she cherished you. as the two of you spent more time together, she started to want you more and more. every project, every conversation, every smile you two shared only added to your chemistry.

she had fun with it--teasing you with special pet names and praise, watching you get all flustered and squirmy. she knew you liked her back. you weren't the most subtle about your desire.

melissa would never act on her feelings, though. you were a doe-eyed twenty-something with big dreams, and she was your much older boss. getting involved with you would be too messy. but she always held out hope, even after you left abbott, that one day you'd meet again.

you studied melissa's sly smirk for a moment, in disbelief at your luck. it had been two years since you left abbott. you had your own big girl job now, and you were a bit more mature. there was nothing stopping you from acting on your desires.

"oh my god, ms. schemmenti! please, have a drink with me. it's been a while." you hoped you didn't sound too desperate, although you definitely looked desperate once you got a good glance at her.

her look was striking. your breath hitched in your throat as you scanned her form, dressed in red leather pants and a button-down shirt. her arms were visibly muscled, even through the jacket. the black button-down shirt she wore was unbuttoned just enough to tease her cleavage. around her waist was a thick black belt that you wanted to pull on. her fiery hair was tied back haphazardly in a high ponytail, just messy enough to be sexy. and her hands—god, her fingers were long and ringed and—

"whatever you say, kid," she shrugged and sat down next to you, giving you a playful smile. "and you can call me melissa now."

she had a mischievous glint in her eye, probably knowing how you felt just by the wanton way you stared at her. when she sat down beside you, you felt your whole body heat up. your thighs were almost touching from the proximity, and you could smell her intoxicating perfume with each inhale. feeling her body so close to yours had you more drunk than the alcohol. it didn't help that her eyes now roamed over your body shamelessly, taking in your glistening lips and lingering on your soft cleavage. you tried your best to play it cool.

you talked for a while, catching up on everything. you told her about your new job at a suburban elementary school, your volunteer tutoring on the weekends, your summers in the mountains. she beamed with pride hearing of your accomplishments.

"that's great, y/n! sounds like you're goin' places."

"thank you! i think i owe a lot of my success to my student teaching experience—everyone at abbott was great, including you. especially you," you looked at her with an intense gaze, feeling your desire catch up with you.

"you were such a passionate mentor. you just had this way of getting me excited..." you trailed off as you fixated on the stirrings of a smirk on her face.

"...excited about learning," you finished shakily.

"mm-hmm," she chuckled.

maybe it was the alcohol, or the simple fact that she was right next to you and seemingly devouring you with her eyes, but you became bolder then. you only had one shot at this.

"i mean, you really touched me in a way that nobody else could," you leaned in, dragging out your syllables for emphasis. "i worked so hard because i just needed to be good for you."

now she was the one shuddering. you had the upper hand, if only for a moment. but she quickly got her boldness back.

"i noticed that. always so bright and attentive. i bragged to all the other teachers about what a good girl you were." to top it all off, she punctuated her sentence by placing her hand firmly on your knee.

you thought you were going to explode right then and there. your skin erupted in goosebumps at her touch, and you spread your legs ever so slightly to indicate your consent. her face split into a smug grin and she began to crawl her fingers up your thigh, agonizingly slowly.

your response came as a shaky whisper. you were sure you must have soaked through your panties just from her teasing touches.

"it's good to know that you thought so highly of me. i looked up to you a lot," you said sheepishly. "um, i'm a bit embarrassed to admit it, but i did have a bit of a crush on you..."

"oh, yeah. that doesn't surprise me. don't be embarrassed, hon. you can't help what you feel," her hand had stalled at the midpoint of your thigh, and she looked at you with sincerity.

"it doesn't surprise you?" you asked, struggling to get the words out once she resumed stroking your thigh.

"i had my suspicions," she said with a knowing smirk. "i'm sharper than i look, ya know."

her darkened eyes sent shivers down your spine. you felt your core heat up at the humiliation of knowing she knew exactly what you thought about her.

"am i that obvious?" you asked, somewhat breathily.

"oh, sweetheart," she laughed. she leaned in close and you could smell her perfume, feel the warmth of her breath on your skin. her fingers pinched the skin of your thigh as she whispered to you. "you sat five feet away from me for months, always wearin' those little black skirts. you think i didn't see you rub your thighs together every time i gave you praise?"

her hand now caressed your inner thigh softly, teasingly. you failed to respond, trying to process her words but finding yourself unable to do anything but whimper almost silently.

"so soft here. mhmm," she husked into your ear. there was a hint of giddiness in her voice, as if she was pleased with herself for taking you apart so easily. "does that feel good, princess? do you like it when i touch you?"

"yes!" you said, almost too loudly for the public setting. "yes, i like it very much."

"good," she whispered as her fingers found the edge of your panties. your thighs spread even wider, and you let out a small gasp.

"we've got lots more to catch up on, don't we?" she continued, her fingers drawing feather-light circles over your clit through the fabric. you wondered if she could feel you throbbing for her. your hips bucked up to meet her hand, and she slapped your thigh in warning. "if you wanna keep talkin', we can head back to mine..."

you turned to her with big, glazed-over eyes. still whimpering, you nodded rapidly, earning a laugh from the older woman. she grabbed your hand and guided you out of the packed bar.

"i'm gonna wreck you, hon," she mumbled without looking back at you.

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shikanoinsdog · 5 months

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failed mission - 'father' reader x lyney

CW: gn reader, dom reader, reader is referred to as 'father', manipulation, power play, dacryphilia, hair-pulling, begging, oral sex (reader receiving), denial, SPOILERS for Inazuma archon quest and spoilers for Fontaine archon quest, smut

WC: ~1.1k

AN: this has been sitting in my drafts forever and i finally got motivated to finish it (im heavily procrastinating) its my first time writing smut so feedback would be appreciated :')

You had caught wind that the traveler had arrived in Fontaine. Although ranked higher than Signora, her defeat caused concern among the Harbingers. Even Tartaglia, the battle-crazed freak, sung their praises. Not one for being underprepared, you assigned your most trusted children, Lyney and Lynette, to keep a close eye on them. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, as they say.

You had nothing to worry about, after all, your dear children had never failed you. You never imagined that the twins would be put on trial for murder, during which their identities were revealed to the traveler.

Safe to say, the mission ended in failure, and as the leader of the operation, Lyney should take responsibility for their failure, right?

The two were currently standing in your office, avoiding your eyes, deeming the ground far more interesting. They had given you a report, if their excuses could even be called that, on the results from their assigned mission.

You knit your eyebrows together in slight frustration and look at the pitiful sight in front of you. You had given them weeks to gather intel, and they come back to you practically empty-handed? You loved your children dearly and wished not to scold them, but you couldn't let this slide.

Lyney cleared his throat awkwardly and looked up to address you, squirming uncomfortably when he was met with your intense gaze. His voice wavered as he spoke.

"I'll take whatever punishment you see fit. It was my fault the operation failed, so please extend your benevolence to Lynette, Father."

They both watched you nervously and after giving it some thought, you decided to dismiss Lynette. She bowed and made her way to the doors without another word. She would make sure to thank her brother later.

As the heavy doors creaked shut, you sighed and readjusted your position, leaning back into your chair and crossing your legs. You instructed Lyney to come closer and he audibly gulped. Knowing better than to test your patience, he obeyed. Fiddling with his gloves, he waited anxiously for your next words.

"Why do you think I assigned you to this mission, Lyney? You're always so eager to prove yourself, and I provided you the perfect way to showcase your abilities, but you let me down."

Trembling, he opened his mouth to apologise, but you silenced him, covering his lips with a finger. He looked at you, a little confused, and you shook your head at him.

"I don't want to hear anymore excuses. I thought I taught you better than this."

He nods and awaits your next words with bated breath.

"A pretty mouth like yours should be put to better use, don't you agree Lyney?"

He opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it again, remembering your previous words. He nods at you and you smile.

"Good boy." you purr. You uncross your legs and look at him expectantly. He scrambles to his knees in front of you, eager to please. His eyes light up at your approving expression.

"W-What do you want me to do, Father?" He looks up at you with wide, puppy-like eyes and you can't help but savour the sight in front of you.

"Start by taking my pants off for me."

He nods and reaches to unzip them, but you swat his hands away.

"Don't use your hands."

He nods and puts his hands behind his back. Blushing, he leans forward to bite your zipper and pulls it down. You help him take off your pants by lifting your hips. You take your underwear off and throw it somewhere on your desk.

Lyney looks off to the side, embarrassed to be face to face with your sex. You smirk at his bashfulness and call his name, to which he looks at you immediately.

"I need you to pleasure me. Think you can do that for me?"

He nods eagerly and you spread your legs wider for him. Wasting no time, he gives you an experimental lick before indulging more. You groan in response and reach down tangle your hand in his hair, keeping him close to you.

"If I knew you were this good with your tongue, I would've let you do this sooner.."

He hums, the vibrations making you feel even better as you squeeze your eyes shut and throw your head back. You open one eye to look down at him and you're met with his intense gaze, not looking away from you for one second. Although this was meant to be his punishment, he seemed to be enjoying this too much.

You decide to tease him and let your shoe slide off, bringing your foot to rub his clothed cock. He falters and removes himself from you, groaning at the sensation.

"F-Father.."

"Did I say you could stop?"

He shakes his head and gets back to pleasuring you. With the added teasing from you, it seems his mind can't focus as he clumsily sucks you off, you don't mind too much though, finding it adorable how much he's affected by your touch.

"Who knew you were such a slut, Lyney? Getting off to my foot? Such a dirty little thing you are."

Letting out a muffled whimper, he bucks his hips upwards to get more stimulation from you but you take your foot away. He whimpers at the loss.

"Whyy.." His speech comes out muffled.

"Behave yourself. Don't forget that this is your punishment."

Tears prick in his eyes but he nods. You bring your foot back before stepping down on his cock and he sobs.

He focuses on pleasing you in hopes that you'll have mercy on him if he makes you cum. Smiling, you watch him, pleased that he's trying so hard for you.

"This is all you're good for, isn't it? Being a cumslut suits you much better than being a Fatuus does."

He whines 'No, no!', but his desperate rutting tells a different story.

Before long, he brings you to your high and you cum on his tongue, making him look like more of a mess than he already was. He tries to lick you clean but you pull him away by his hair and he sobs at the pain.

"Enough."

You attempt to take your foot away from him but he latches on and wails.

"Wait, please! L-Let me cum as well.. Don't I deserve it..?"

He cries and sniffles, still pathetically holding onto your leg. You kick him away and scowl.

"If you want to cum, then do so by yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an important meeting to attend. Clean yourself up and get out of my office."

You hear him cry to himself as you redress and fix your appearance. You turn the handle of your office doors and leave him with a final piece of advice..

"Don't fail me again."

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#genshin smut #lyney smut #lyney x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #gn reader #dom reader #lyney x reader smut

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irkimatsu · 3 months

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requesting a little husk giving sweet tender aftercare after wrecking your shit in his bestial form, as a treat <33 - love con (+ jeronimo lol)

Con! Jer! <3 Is this a treat for you guys, or for me?! Either way, I think we'll both enjoy feasting on this one!

Set with Overlord Husk because it's my blog and I do what I want. GN!Reader has just been fucked out by Husk in his bestial form, and then he helps wash them off. Lots of cuddling and nuzzling and compliments and god it's so sweet my teeth hurt. But I'm still calling 18+ because this sweetness is obviously taking place right after rough sex.

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By the time he’s done with you, you can barely breathe. You’re left sprawled out on your stomach on his giant bed, over his luxurious silk sheets, as you try to remember how to move your limbs… or find a reason why you should move from this spot in the first place.

Overlord Husk still looms over you, his hot breath hitting your skin. His large paws rest on either side of your head, his right paw tightened around the golden chain affixed to the jeweled collar around your neck. You admire the long claws at the tips, thinking about how they dug into your hips earlier… no way could he do that now. They were so much smaller before he transformed; he’d rip you to pieces at this size.

“You okay, doll?” asks a rough, gravelly voice that’s still struggling for breath.

“Mmm…” You’re not sure yourself if that’s a yes or a no. You’re too exhausted to think. All you want to do is sink into sleep in these soft sheets, never moving again…

A light moan escapes your mouth as a large, rough tongue starts lapping at your shoulder blades, slowly working its way down your spine. When your relationship first started, it took you a while to get used to the barbs on his tongue (among other places), but now the gesture only feels comforting. You know he doesn’t mean to hurt you; you know he couldn’t even imagine it. It’s what allows you to let his abrasive tongue drag its way across your skin, without ever wondering what would happen if he licked too roughly.

He wouldn’t do anything too roughly with you, so it wasn’t worth thinking about.

“Can ya turn over?” he asks. All you can do is groan again; moving on your own is definitely not happening for a while. Thankfully, you have him to help. Moving carefully so as to not injure you with his claws, he turns you over using the paw that isn’t still holding your chain. He takes a moment to look you over, remaining still and silent. His face is so much more animalistic than normal now, with a more pronounced snout and two long, prominent fangs.

You use what little energy you have to lift your arm and cup his muzzle. He nuzzles into your palm in response.

After you let your arm collapse back onto the bed, he resumes grooming you. He starts under your chest, avoiding the most sensitive areas, and laps his way down your stomach.

As his head moves downward, you can’t help but think of where he was not too long ago, holding your legs wide open in his paws as his huge tongue lapped so lovingly between them…

“Fuck…” you whisper to yourself as you remember how much he made you shudder.

You feel him slowly shrinking above you, his presence becoming much less looming but still no less comforting. Now that he’s back to regular size, his tongue has much better control over where it grooms you. He licks his way back up your body, still moving carefully over your chest so he doesn’t overstimulate you. He soon reaches the side of your neck and focuses his attention there, purring and nuzzling against your collar.

“You did so good, baby…” he says, and your heart swells at the praise.

“So did you, sir…” You wrap your arms around him and hug him tight as he laughs.

“Sir… still sounds as good as the first time,” he says. “So, everything was okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

“You were perfect,” you assure him as you lightly scratch his neck. You’ve always heard warnings about making deals with Overlords, especially a greedy, demanding beast like the Gambling Demon…

But as he lays over you like this, you can’t imagine any other role in this world than that of his loyal pet. He always takes such good care of you in exchange for your loyalty, after all.

“What would make you comfortable now?” he asks.

It takes you a moment to decide. “Mmm… a bath? I could use a cooldown…”

“Of course.” You hate that he has to get off of you for even an instant, but soon after he stands, he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, supporting under your back and knees and pulling you close to his still-pounding chest. Before he moves again, he can’t help but lick your cheek, purring again as he does so. The chain around your neck dissolves as he carries you into his master bathroom and gently sets you on the bench of his large tub. He turns on the tap, but doesn’t close the drain. He fiddles with the knobs as he holds a single finger underneath the running water, frowning and grumbling about the water on his fur, but he eventually finds the right temperature. He shakes his finger dry as best as he can, then retrieves a cloth from a nearby shelf and runs it beneath the water.

You love soaking in this large tub by yourself, filled with hot water and the various calming scents Husk keeps the bathroom stocked with, but you also know that’s a luxury Husk could stand to live without. Still, his idea of bathing with you is just as relaxing in its own way.

After the cloth is properly soaked, he turns off the tap. He then dabs a bit of honey-scented oil onto the cloth, then takes his spot next to you on the bench. The cloth is cool against your skin as he massages your neck with it; not the usual temperature you prefer for a bath, but after the exertion you just went through, your heated skin could use it.

“Lean against me,” he says, and you follow the command without even thinking. He holds you in one arm as he continues wiping you down with the cloth, knowing by now exactly where you like to be rubbed, with which patterns and pressure. You snuggle against his shoulder and sigh at the cloth gently rubbing up and down your spine, lulling you halfway into sleep. His gentle kisses to the top of your head only relax you further.

“God, you’re beautiful…” he murmurs as he wipes your hip, trying his hardest not to tickle you too much. “I love having such a beautiful treasure…” He pushes up on your shoulder slightly to make you sit up, then starts massaging your chest, showing it much more tender care than he had earlier.

You only hiss a little as the cloth runs over a fresh bite mark, one of the many reminders on your body that the Gambling Demon has decided you belong to only him.

“Sir…” you whisper.

“It’s Husk now,” he reminds you, gently running a paw down your cheek. “When we’re like this, it’s Husk.”

“Husk…” you repeat.

Perhaps as a reward, he kisses your lips as he continues cleaning you off. His kisses are so much less hungry now, but he can still show so much passion with such a gentle touch of his lips against yours.

“Feeling better?” he asks after the kiss. He’s gazing at you with deep compassion and concern, an expression you never could have imagined from him when you first met him at his casino all those months ago.

You wonder how many others have seen him with that expression, and you can’t help but enjoy the idea that you’re one of the lucky few.

“Much better,” you say before returning to cuddling him and nuzzling under his chin. He holds you tightly for a brief minute or two, silently rocking you and enjoying your presence.

It’s so cold when he lets you go and steps away for a moment, but he soon returns with a plush, wine-red robe. He helps you into the robe and ties the sash shut, and after one more kiss, he picks you up again. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you back to bed, in no hurry for him to put you back down. You’re once again forced to lose his touch as he lays you down on his mattress, but he’s quick to join your side. Once he’s laying on his back, he grabs your sides and pulls you on top of him.

“Let me know when you’re settled in,” he says.

You rest your head on his chest, your senses basking in his soft fur and warm skin, his steadily beating heart and the faint traces of that day’s cologne. “Okay… settled.”

He doesn’t pull the blanket up over you. He doesn’t need to. His arms and wings wrapped firmly enough around you to keep you warm and protected as you sleep.

“I love you, my jewel…”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #irk huskposts

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yourstartreatment · 5 months

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i’ve got a burning desire for you, baby

warnings: smut, masturbation (f/m), piv (without condom), slight spanking (+ slaps on face), degrading, praises, pet names, overstimulation, rough!dom!alex x sub!reader, aftercare, description of body, harassment (not much), mention of angst, cheating

[ based on this request ]

smut under the cut // mdni!

you couldn’t miss matt and breana’s wedding, after all they’ve done for you, you couldn’t not show up. with your lilac dress, you arrived at villa aurelia and showed your invitation to a bodyguard at the entrance.

you walked in, with other couples near you, you regretted to came alone, matt and breana proposed you to invite a friend of yours, but you refused.

the villa was breathtaking, with a lot of decorations, it was simply beautiful, and matt and breana with their wedding planner, set up a beautiful location.

you felt a bit disoriented as you walked out the villa, for enter in the stunning garden all decorated for the wedding.

you started seeing friendly faces, you knew most of them since you were once a close friend of them all, but after you and alex divorced, you lost contacts with most of those people.

katie and kelly quickly walked towards you, with a huge smile. you missed them a lot, it’s been an year since the last time you saw them.

you can’t lie, they always kept you updated about the band (even if could you see it from social media), the guys themselves and alex.

you couldn’t even remember how you two broke up, you really argued too much for jealousy, busy schedules and other stupid little things that comported your divorce.

“oh my y/n” katie greeted you, hugging your body tightly, and so kelly does.

“how are you?” the second girl asked softly, they always been so good at read your emotions.

you were the youngest of the group and you always saw them as your older sisters.

“i’m— uh, fine… i think” you replied softly, not completely sure, you wanted to ask about alex, but you prevented it with biting your tongue for not saying anything else.

“yeah” she nodded slowly, putting an and on your shoulder in a comforting way.

“uhm.. is he here with.. someone?” you mumbled softly, while grasping your purse tightly, trying to ease your anxiety.

the girls exchanged a look and you nodded, understanding that he’s not alone.

of course he moved on, it’s been a year after all.

but you, you just couldn’t.

you were his and that’s wasn’t going to change, maybe you’re being more of a hopeless romantic. you were just imagining something that could never happen again.

you were his in every sense: he’s been your first he was going to be your last.

maybe you should change your mind because that was only damaging you, but we’re talking about alex, not some lovers.

from someone else's perspective, you were just trying to have something that won’t ever happen again, but from yours, you’re just being too in love.

you don’t even know if your thoughts make sense, you know they’re stupid.

the next minutes were passing very slowly, your mind was filled with thoughts, you're always been an overthinker, but you always had alex to reassure you about your stupid thoughts.

after a while of listening katie and kelly talking, the wedding planner asked the guests to sit on their reserved seats.

you were on breana's side fortunately, near her cousins (you met them a few years ago during a gig); the couple probably knew that wasn’t a good idea sat you on matt‘s side, you weren’t still ready to meet nick and jamie, or — see alex’s new girlfriend.

you didn't see him yet, you were quite sure he wasn’t going to be matt’s best man, and now that you were thinking about it, probably they were going to be even jamie and nick.

you started chatting slightly with breana’s cousin, she was really excited about the wedding and she wondered where the groom was, and you did too.

you don’t know if you’re ready to see him, after an year, a whole fucking year without him, you don’t even know how you’re still alive without him.

you know you’re exaggerating, but you also know about your attachment issues, and after all the promises he made, after a wedding, he left you without words, after broke up with you.

the thing that you weren’t ready to accept, happened, matt positioned himself near the priest, followed by alex, jamie, nick and his brother.

alex with his gelled hair, wearing a black suit and he was so fucking handsome.

you held a breath, noticing how much he changed in a year. you heard that he was creating a project with miles, one of your and his closest friends, who keep you updated a bit about your ex’s life.

you could notice a slight beard in his chin, even if you were meters away, his hair was longer, but gelled, with few of it falling down his face.

he was so fucking—

“stop looking at him” breana’s cousin nudged your ribs with her elbow.

“i’m not looking at him” you mumbled fidgeting nervously in your lilac dress, pouting.

“you are” she replied softly, taking your hand in her, “i know what you’re thinking— but you have to move on y/n..” she sighed softly.

you hummed, not quite sure of what to think about now, you have so many thoughts.

after an hour or so, the wedding ended, and you’re all invited inside the villa to have lunch.

breana was simply beautiful, smiling, holding matt’s hand and their little girl amelia in her arm, as they reached you. you hugged them, and kissed your niece in law’s forehead.

“i’m so happy for you, guys” you smiled honestly, as you started talking a bit about the wedding, and so.

then, breana’s face started to fall as she exchanged a look with matt, then they both tilted their head to you.

the lunch, the fucking lunch.

“you’re sitting with katie and kelly, jamie and nick..” matt started slowly, but breana interrupted him.

“alex’s next to you” she said, in the most excusing tone.

“oh alright” you just replied and it seemed a bit caring about voice, but your mind was filled with thoughts.

the married couple asked if you were okay and simply nodded, replying that it’s been an year and that you moved on, but you all knew it was a lie for convince yourself.

they dismissed you, with two soft kisses on your forehead going to meet other guests.

you reached the inside of the villa, a large time was adorned with flowers and lots of table, a full bar in the near one with many cocktails and few barmen.

you sat at the table, after greeted nick and jamie that you ignored for two whole hours, for your sake though.

then, the empty seat next to you was being occupied by the man you knew so well, alex.

he didn’t notice you, or maybe he pretended, but it seemed an honest reaction when his mouth slightly dropped when he saw you.

“y/n” he breathed, smiling cocky, smirking as he always does. “how are you?” he asked.

you had enough time to prepare your words when you had to meet him, but they seemed dispersed in your mind.

“i’m— okay” you mumbled, with a slight tremble voice and a little smile. the tension is palpable, the guys’ eyes are fixated on you and the time seemed stopped.

“good” he nodded slowly, keeping smiling, probably enjoying seeing you feeling uncomfortable with him.

“oh, i didn’t introduce you” he pointed to the girl next to him, a tall red head girl with big eyes and lips, her breasts looked like they were spilling out of her dress.

“y/n - jenny, jenny - y/n” he smirked.

was he doing it on purpose? certainly.

“my pleasure, alex talked about you a lot” she smirked in the same way, offering her hand to you to hold, you did it just because you’re educated.

what did he talk about with her? bad things, obviously, maybe he painted you as the crazy ex wife who left him, who should be close in a psychiatric ward.

you just faked your smile, then tilting your head to the other guys around you.

your eyes were slightly wide, thinking about this meeting and the fact that alex is fucking sitting next to you.

katie, who is sitting next to you, took your hand in her, caressing the back of it with her thumb, trying to soothe the tension in your body.

you spent two hours sitting at the table with them, and after a few meals you felt the need to drink something with more alcohol.

you excused yourself and under alex’s eyes, you got up and walked out the large room, going to the bar’s one.

you walked up to the bar and smiled slightly at the bartender, then you ordered a martini.

you waited for it, leaning against the counter with your elbow and your purse near you; after a few minutes the bartender placed it in front of you.

you were sipping it slowly, tasting it on your tongue, while thinking about how the lunch was going, then you felt an arm wrapping your shoulders, slipping on them as the stranger sat next to you.

it made you tense a bit since you felt quite uncomfortable under his gaze, he looked like he was making a screening.

“how are you, pretty lady? who could someone left a beautiful girl as you alone?” he started, you could smell the alcohol coming from his heavy breath.

you ignored, as much as you could, since he started caressing your arm, moving then his disgusting hand towards you cheek. you tilted your head away from his touch.

“oh c’mon, don’t be like that” he whined, smirking awkwardly, making you shiver because you’re not enjoying this moment at all.

the bartender wasn’t even paying attention, no one was actually paying attention to how you were being harassed by this drunk man.

but then, a miracle.

“here you are, doll, this jerk is annoying you?” the familiar voice hugged you, alex showed up, wrapping protectively your waist pressing his fingertips onto it.

you didn’t know what to reply, alex knew what was happening and it took all of his self-control to not punch him right away.

it’s been age since you felt so protected by someone; fuck, you missed his touch so much, you were craving for it.

“go, before i fucking break your nose” alex’s cold voice went down your spine making you shiver, and alex noticed.

you felt your panties getting wetter second by second, you always have a thing for his voice.

the man nodded slowly, since alex was being quite intimidating with his piercing eyes, so he got up and walked away; alex was going to make sure he’s going to be kick out.

“are you okay, y/n?” he asked, walking in front of you, with his hands on your shoulders.

“did he harm you in any way?” he continued, noticing that you looked quite zooned out.

you quickly returned on the earth and you nodded, slurring your words, because you were still thinking about the fact that he was actually touching you.

“uh yeah, yeah— thank you” you mumble, actually quite embarrassing due the moment of silence, you moved a few strands of hair behind your ears nervously, looking at him, while your cheeks are coloured with red.

you’re blushing like a teenager, because he’s touching you after an year and because your panties are fucking drenched due his stupid and cold and hot voices

you’re feeling like a teenager, you’re feeling horny as they usually are.

you don’t know how you ended up in his reserved room in the villa, without your dress while being pinned against the wall as you were kissing passionately.

you released a moan in his mouth as his hand grabbed your breast strongly, palming it through your lacey white bra, which makes you really angelic.

“please” you breathed, you’re craving for his touch, you need to feel him inside you, it’s been too much since the last time you two have a proper sex.

“someone is eager to be touched, eh?” he mocked you, pinning your wrists above your head and moving his leg between yours after noticing that you were closing your thighs trying to have some friction.

you whimpered as his knees touched your needy core, he could almost feel your wetness through his trousers. you buckled your hips, but he quickly pulled away.

“are you being a brat, my little slut?” he grabbed your face with his free hand, “c’mon, tell me” he smirked.

“i’m being a brat” you muttered.

you still remembered the kind of rules you established years ago and you knew pretty well that it's better not to make him mad in any way while he’s ‘wearing’ his ‘dom’ suit.

“good you know, down all fours, on the bed” he said firmly, leaving free your wrists.

he almost worried for you, because you seem already so lightheaded, or maybe he’s just feeling guilty because he’s cheating on his girlfriend - who is most of a rebound.

“you still remember the safe word?” he asked you carefully, while caressing your asscheeks slowly. you hummed, “red” you mumbled softly. “good girl” he praised you.

then the first slap on your ass collided, provoking a pleasurable pain, you knew alex was going to leave bruises.

he then removed your lacey panties, mocking you again for being so drenched, just turned on from hearing his voice.

his ran his fingers through your folds, then he slipped two of them inside you, stretching your little hole so delicious.

you can’t lie; thinking about how many times you touched yourself pretending he was actually him, it’s never been the same though.

but now you're just enjoying yourself while alex is giving one of the most powerful orgams of your life, just with his magic fingers.

“you’re such a needy whore, aren’t you?” he said sarcastically, giving you another slap on your ass while thrusting you.

“need to come.. please can i?” you moaned on the pillow you put under your head, trying to ease your loudly moans, since you both didn’t want to the guests hear you two fucking.

“yes, doll, cum all over my fingers, let me know how much you missed me” he mocked you, while adding pressure on your needy clit, making you come.

“fuck” you mumbled, while tears are rolling down your cheeks due the overstimulation.

“don’t think we’re done here, pretty girl” he smirked, “need to ruin your makeup, get down on your knees” he said firmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

you weren’t exactly sure if he wanted you on the bed or on the floor, so you opted for the last one and you knelt at his feet.

you noticed his bulge through his black trousers, you undone his belt and pulled down his boxer and pants with a movement, letting free his cock, his huge cock. it looked like it was even more big than what you remembered.

alex didn’t let you time, that he started fucking your face, after grabbing your hair in one hand.

you hold the gag, you learned after many blowjobs how to not actually suffocate yourself on his cock while he does something like that.

he pulled out for a few seconds while drool is down your chin, while tears are still running and they probably weren’t going to stop. he slapped your face slightly, it almost looked like a pornographic scene.

“what a pretty doll, i bet you missed my cock, yeah?” he said, slapping you face again.

you nodded slightly looking at him with your big and quite red eyes, watery, in your most innocent expression.

he slowed down a bit, giving you the permission to stroke him with your hands while slowly sucking him off at your pace.

you missed his groans so much, they were really pornographic, you remembered when he used to tell you, during aftercare, how you’re been the only one to do such a blowjob.

he caressed you face, while looking at your watery eyes, not wanting to break eye contact once.

“want to cum all over your face, pretty girl” he let out a moan as he pulled out your warm mouth his cock with an audible ‘pop’.

he pumped himself a few times, then finally his cum went all over your face, covering your eyes, mouth as you stick out your tongue to catch it, nose, even your breast he painted.

“fuck” he groaned, “you’re so fucking pretty” he mumbled leaning for a passionate kiss, as he pulled you on your feet while grabbing your waist, eventually he discarded your bra on the floor.

you unbuttoned his shirt, while he fully removed his boxer and trousers, kicking them with his loafers.

he laid you down the bed, on your back while you were already breathing heavily, craving for his cock inside you.

he positioned himself between your legs, while preparing you again with a few touches, even if you were really soaking, he didn’t want to hurt you.

he already knew that you haven’t seen someone in that year, matt told him, so he also knew that you were so tight.

he pumped himself again, still leaking a bit of his cum, lubricating his length. he then aligned his cock at your entrance, and with slowly and painful movements (you needed him so badly), he finally got into you.

your walls clenched around him, making the both of you moan in simultaneous. “fuck, you’re so fucking tight” he groaned, nibbling slightly your neck as to hold himself to fuck you immediately, he was waiting your permission to move.

you whimper, so he started moving deep and slowly, as he liked. he wanted to feel every inch of you, his tip perfectly hit your g-spot so deliciously, making you moan every time, while scratching his back. “‘m gonna cum again, al” you moaned loudly, as he continued to fuck you dumb.

he added more stimulation now that his thumb is pressed against your clit, making circles on it. “oh fuck” you sweared, crying out of pleasure. you thighs are shaking slightly, as your climax hit you once again, reaching your highest level.

alex is capable of making you roll your eyes at the back of your head, he makes you feel in heaven, you’re lucky because he knows your body so well.

“‘m gonna fill you babygirl, do you understand?” he asked, while caressing your cheeks.

you nodded, feeling so lightheaded and fucked dumb as his cum painted your walls perfectly, you missed it, you missed the feel of being so full.

as he pulled out slowly, being careful, he left kisses on your forehead, praising you for how you’ve been a good girl for him, making you smile slightly, tiredly.

he got up, and went to the bathroom to clean himself and take another pair of boxers from the bag he prepared to stay overnight at the villa.

he then took a wet cloth and started to clean you up, very slowly, knowing that you’re already so sensitive and you don't need more stimulation.

few moments later, you were under the covers hugging each other. alex wrapped an arm around you as you’re resting your head down his bare chest.

“we fucked” you were the first to talk, because you had to stop that awkward silence that is being more than noisy.

he didn't stop to stroke your hair, even if he released a deep breath, nodding slowly to you.

“you cheated on jenny” you whispered, almost feeling bad for her, probably waiting for him innocently at the table, waiting for him to come back while everyone else at it knows where you two actually are and what you’re actually doing.

“i don't love her” he mumbled, sighing softly, “just.. a rebound - yeah, i suppose i wanted to make you jealous” he admitted softly, feeling a bit guilty.

you don’t know how to reply, he left you without words once again. “i love you” you whisper, without thinking twice about it, he smiled, because he knew it.

matt always told him, thanks to breana, that she never stopped loving him once. he never missed an update about you, even if he wasn’t with you, he was still being that kind of protective angel.

“i haven’t stopped loving you once” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

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night-dazai · 4 months

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Hi so this is my first time making a request so I hope it worked 🥲 I would really like to read a kitsune dazai x fem reader NSFW could you write one?

Hey, Babe, your request has reached me

Well, I got too involved in this and made a change to the end where Dazai goes so rough on you that you end up crying hard and he clams you down.

Kitsune Dazai X Reader

(fem reader, smut, established relationship, degradation +praise, teasing, Dazai being Dazai, mentions of heat ( mating period for animals ), throat fucking, slapping and overall just porn in words )

You forgot the most important detail Dazai told you when you guys started dating and you still did not recall what it was, if not for him rubbing his entire body on you while you were washing the dishes “Bella… it..hot”. I mean come on it's the middle of summer both of you home from work “Get off I need to finish then, maybe we can get ice cream after ?” you ask without turning and letting the bandaged man do whatever he wants “noo.. I need something else “ now it was getting steamy. His hands were groping you through the apron squeezing your breasts while his mouth left hot-mouthed kisses down your exposed neck “Samu..” you mumbled feeling brother now and it was a time you knew the fox would not settle down with this “Go “You said pull yourself apart as he whined “ sit “ you said making the fox sit on the bed. He was just in his sweats while his fluffy tail wagged in excitement like a dog “Cute “ you thought and kneeled between his legs. Seeing your moments Dazai shoved his cock eagerly at your face as you licked the tip and swirled your tongue on it “Ah…mhh.. Bella in, take it in please..” he begged. Honestly, this side of his is something you love very much just that the sink is filled with dishes “Dazai calm down, only one “ you said and took him in as he let out a shaky breath. For the first few minutes you kept taking him and out licking and sucking “Go..goona cum..” he said bucking his hips into your wet mouth. Drool and pre-cum leaked from your chin as you kept licking him when in a swift motion he stuffed his entire shaft in shooting his load. You tapped his thighs mentioning it hard to breathe, losing his grip on your hair he spoke still stuffing his dick and pushing his cum down your throat “It's heat love~” his voice filled with lust eyes eyeing your body like prey. That is when you remember and know it's gonna be a long long night.

His fluffy soft chocolate brown tail was tickling your face as you held it for your dear life bouncing on his cock“Come on move faster ~” he mewled slapping your cunt and making you moan out louder. You wondered if the neighbours heard you? And that's when you recalled that this man would not let them disturb you guys again I mean come on, they are sure to get mad if you are loud every time “noise.. Door “ you blabbered. Chuckling the fox half got up holding your chin and forcing you to look at his chocolate orbs “ All locked and the walls are soundproof, but dear ..” his hips giving a hard thrust making you lose balance you collapsed on him “Now. I said look at me “ his voice got sharp and firm holding a fistful of your hair he pulled you back “I thought you should be thinking about my dick not some random guys who can hear your sluty voice. “. He smiled seeing your tear-strained face licking the new fresh hot tears he whispered into your ear “ this sluty body and your whore actions are only for me dear ..only for me “ he pushed on your back and thrust in the hardest way making sure to leave enough bruises.

His deceivingly slender arms wrapped around your neck joined by his fluffy tail stroking your face “Eyes here, see how you behave on my cock cumming and cumming, how many times has it been “ he use his other free hand and pinched your nipple making you look away only to bring you back with a hard grip on your neck “plea..please … I am tired …” you mumbled. You had how many times you came, you guys started sometime around 11 pm and you were sure you saw someone jogging out in the road as you rode him. His hands released your neck as his tail took over the job he slapped your cunt hard. Bringing fresh tears to your eyes “How many times did you cum ? “ his voice firm but you felt like he had more control of his actions now “ 7 ?” you mumbled still moaning like a bitch in heat making you confused as to who was in heat. Another harsh slap landed on your cunt making you tear up more “Wrong “ he said and did not stop till all you could do was pass out.

It had been 2 years in your relationship and he told you that kitsune go into heat every twice a year. The first year of your relationship was nice other than the long long night but he was never this mean, you opened your eyes blinking some teasers and whimpiring as you sat “Hey dear one sec“ he said wearing his shirt. He turned smiling at your naked body with the sheets falling off “You look so pretty love “ he said sitting next to you wiping the tears away “Still crying ? “ he asked. Something in you snapped and you slapped him hard shocking the man so much he was sure all the hair in his tail stood up surprised, you sobbed into your hands hiding your face. Panic set into him” Hey..y/n ? “ he asked worried to touch you cause of your slap (it left a tiny red tint on his checks) but unable to watch your tint body shake and cry he wrapped his hands around your neck and back he pulled you in. Being prepared for another slap he loosened when he saw your tiny hands hold his shirt to hide your face into his chest, his tail covered the rest of your body like a protective cover “Please.. Tell me what happened did I do something ?” his voice laced with worry he lifted your face noticing your lose hold “ sorry.. sorry..” you mumbled looking at his face. It was mostly blurry through the tears still you kept mumbling sorry, the poor man felt his heartbreak, he had seen you cry during sex and other times but today felt like you were breaking and it broke him “Why dear, please tell me “ he asked but realised if he does not calm you its pointless “ okay, here” he pushed your head off his chest “breath in ..and out “ he guided till you calmed down fully to little sniffles. “Now tell me what happened ?” he asked rubbing your wet checkers while you played with his tail “It was..too much .. words and action . I never …felt so overwhelmed “ you mumbled hiding your face on his tail. Dazai just started at you “There's more I feel please tell me “ he said while his other hand rubbed your back “I am sorry, but you never… never said it felt good or anything, just that you wanted me to move more …” The room fell into heavy silence “No I mean forget it sorry, I am sorry ie never meant to make it awkward I thin-” your words were cut short when his hands flicked your forehead “What sorry, you worried me this is serious, and next time please tell me . Tell me to stop talking or tell me to stop my actions if you don't like it ?” okay ?” he asked pinching your cheeks “ and never be sorry this is not your fault this is mine, I am the one sorry “ he said bowing his head deep “ and I think its time to create a safe word, so such things do not happen when I am in a rut or not. Your pleasure is also important “ he said kissing your eyes now. Smiling you nodded back “And you cleaned me huh ?” you asked feeling all dry and clean “Yeah and I al-” “SHIT, OFFICE WE DID NOT INFORM ANYONE !” you shouted over his voice. Chuckling Dazai rubbed your back and pushed you back into the bed “I called Kunikida and Bella ~” Mischief filled his eyes and voice “You want to go out looking like this huh ?” he asked tracing your neck filled with hickeys “Shut up “ you mumbled flushed making the brunette smile. Dazai still teasing you made a mental note not this mind “ got to train her or not go so hard and rough. well I am her second relationship and the first one was more of puppy love is what she …mhh “ he tickled you and scooped you into his arms and mumbled sorry as you drifted into sleep.

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projectbluearcadia · 1 month

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[P2] My Love, I Am Drinking PLeNTy of WAteR

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC Spice Rating - 4/4 HOLY F*CK THAT'S HOT

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

I fully support Luci having a praise kink, full stop. :) @ourfinalisation the food is ready muahaha.

Wordcount: 2470

smutty notes (consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)

“It’s so hot in here,” he complains, still picking at his buttons and undoing them all out of order. It would help if you didn’t keep your fireplace lit all the time, you think as you help him take his vest off. “Mmm… aren’tchu hot too?”

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“...yes,” you reply honestly after a moment, almost unconsciously helping him out of his shirt to leave his chest exposed.

“Then… let’s cuddle naked!”

Oh good lord… you think, not quite sure how to respond to the innocent way he said that. Neither of you kept your hands off each other when the clothes were gone. But then you’d be taking advantage of a drunk. Though the only reason Lucifer would be upset about you doing that to him is that he wouldn't remember the experience.

Of course, Lucifer’s jumping full-steam ahead as he takes your shirt off and presses his face into your belly as he hugs your lower abdomen.

“C’mere, MC… stop just standing there holding my mug like a pretty mannequin… Let me love you!” He pulls, and you half-stumble your way to half-sitting on him. He takes the mug from your fingers, sliding it open and taking a drink before he grimaces at you. “That is the most watery coffee I have ever tasted,” he says in the most grave tone of voice that you can’t help yourself from bursting out laughing. “You should be ashamed of yourself, MC; why are you laughing?”

“You’re already wasted, Lucifer; I’m not giving you caffeine too,” you reply after you recover, belatedly realizing that his hands are shimmying your pants off you. He started this, you think before you unzip him, and, amused, watch him try to take his trousers off with you sitting on one of his thighs.

“You’re mean,” he says as you laugh again. “You know I’m all…” He makes a vague gesture, and you smile as you obligingly help him undress the rest of the way. You worry your lip lightly as your eyes carelessly absorb him for a moment, half-fantasizing about absolutely wrecking him so that he wakes up embarrassed without even remembering why. No, MC, only if he pushes it. Still… naked cuddles. On his bed. Where we’ve had sex several times.

You don’t even get to the cuddling part because Lucifer had already pulled you on top of him, kissing you. You have the sudden and distinct suspicion that the conniving little shit had been actually planning to make love to you since the moment he came home. Yeah… come to think of it, the way he looked at you at the door was pretty close to his “I want to fuck you so bad right now” face.

“MC… I wish you were always here,” he mumbles before he kisses up and down your neck. “Every time I think of you, I want to hug you, and then I get hard thinking about you, and then I feel bad when you’re not even there…”

“I can’t be in here perpetually,” you joke, though he obviously takes it seriously.

“You could if I tied you down,” he grumbles, nibbling on your collar. “Then I could do anything I want whenever I want.” He pauses before he groans and butts his head softly against your chest. “I’m sorry that I fantasize about that. I’m not an asshole that would use you and do bad things to you and, I just… want more of you…” You pet his head sympathetically, surprised by his consideration.

“I fantasize about slightly concerning things too, Lucifer.” Some things I wish I had the ovaries to ask you to try with me. “So don’t worry about it. We’ll talk about it if it’s a problem.”

“You're so sweet… what’d I do to deserve you???” Lucifer squeezes you tight to him. “Can I thank you? Can I eat you out?” You decide to throw away how startled you are by the sudden offer. Oral from you? The person who rarely does it unless I (sexually) beg for it? You think I’d say no?

Saying “yes” would quickly become a regret. But all in good time.

As it turns out, Lucifer’s drunken stupor meant he was a lot more into making noise during sex, and that included while he was busy thrusting his tongue inside you. Not to mention when he was busy licking the hell out of your clit like it had something sweet and sticky on it. And there he was, flushed and naked between your legs, eagerly taking what seemed like mouthfuls of your slick and heartily groaning like it was his first meal in five years.

You thought he wasn’t lucid enough to pleasure you with his fingers, which was why it was taking you a little bit of time to cum. Oh, how wrong you are. No, this fucker is playing with you.

Which is why you’re so surprised when he starts giving both your clitoris and your eager pussy attention, nibbling and sucking and rubbing. Your orgasm at that point is very forthcoming.

As is the one directly following it.

“Lucifer,” you gasp, squeezing his hair in your hands.

“Mmm… I’m not finished drinking my water~” the little shit teases into you, and you’re quickly learning that his desire to see you overstimulated is even more pronounced than usual.

Which is why it was a mistake. Because you’re now on your fourth orgasm, and he didn’t seem like he was going to stop until he had destroyed your sanity.

“Lucifer… please… can’t,” you try between gasps, and he kisses your thigh.

“Just a little more? You’re so good for me; just let me do everything, okay? Just a little more… want you to like it.” He gives you another lick that practically sends stars to your eyes, looking up at you as you try in vain to squeeze your thighs closed.

“Bad…Lucifer,” you mewl as he keeps giving your clit attention, his long fingers still nursing your ever-tightening insides. He stops, right as you were reaching another peak.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, not seeming to realize the fact that he’s edging you. “I wante’to see your face when your brain has nothing in it but me…” Didn’t you get that out of me the first time!?!?

“Lucifer, I’m already thinking just about you, so please let me finish…”

“No, not that, I want to see your fucked out face. The way you drool and cry and stop being able to form a sentence.” Fucking hell, he’s remembering that? Now? “But I can’t?” Lucifer makes a face like a kicked puppy, making an x with two fingers, one of which was struggling to separate from a wet membrane attached to the other finger.

“Goddammit, do whatever you want, just please!” You groan, covering your eyes and feeling your cheeks warm. You can practically feel him brighten as he dives back between your folds. Not long afterwards, your most intense orgasm makes you scream his name while you grip his hair frantically like you’re trying to shove him even closer than he already is.

Calming down is almost an ordeal as he licks at your convulsing, needy hole that was currently spilling your release like it was water.

“I think this is better than demonus,” he mumbles, probably to himself, but your ears catch it just fine. You really can’t tell whether he’s referring to your pleasure or messily drinking in your natural lubrication. Is this what he fantasized about without telling you? Getting on his knees and tongue-fucking you so hard that your entire body was left buzzing afterwards? “MC?”

“Wh… What?” you gasp, faintly realizing he’s finally risen from his position on the floor, his lips and the tip of his nose still shining.

“Love you,” he says sweetly, kissing your lower stomach and almost making you convulse in the process. Especially because the rosy head of his cock is very much visible from between your knees. “Did you like my thank-you? You did, right? I was good, right?” He looks up at you like he wants to be petted, and you just can’t help yourself from fluffing his hair. He leans into your touch, letting out a satisfied, deep hum. You internally promised to tease him later for this. As payback.

“Yes… you were good.” It seems like your praise just makes his cock stand up even taller, and you feel your insides twitch in response. You have your doubts that he can stay concentrated enough to keep it up, but God, you’re wishing he would. “I never knew you liked it this much whenever I praise you,” you tease him.

“...maybe I have a kink for it.” Lucifer slurs. “Izzat a bad thing? Can I be a top with a praise kink?”

“Of course, silly.” You ruffle his hair some more, just messing it up even further. There is certainly a quiet yet powerful satisfaction in knowing you’re the only one allowed to see him like this. To do this to him. “Everyone likes being praised for doing something well. Even you.”

Lucifer giggles a little and says, “How come you’re so wise when you’re less than a hundredth of my age?”

You have to bite your tongue to avoid calling him an old man and killing his happy mood. He’s already insecure about that no matter how many times you told him that you didn’t care because he (and his brothers) never acted like, thought like, or looked like his age.

“You’re drunk, one, and two, you restrict yourself too much for the sake of your pride, so you don’t use that wonderful brain of yours.”

“Mmm…” Lucifer kisses you, and for a moment you cringe at the taste of yourself before you get used to it. In another moment, your body is pressing harder into his lavishly soft bed as Lucifer’s hovers over you. “Fucking hell, I love you so much,” he mumbles before he dives back to your lips, the wet sounds of his kisses echoing through your ears. “Want you… Want to put it in… mn… what position do you want? Missionary? Please say missionary.” You must say, Lucifer’s flushed, hopeful expression is a sight to behold as he eagerly waits for your response.

“Missionary is fine,” you reply with a soft grin as you rubbed his cheek. He pushes into your touch, closing his eyes and savouring it. “Come here.”

“Cum where?” he asks, blinking at you with a dusting of pink on his ears. “I-I mean, it’s not a problem, I um… I would like that a lot actually…” Lucifer’s blush turns darker. “Wait… shit.” Lucifer buries his hot face in your chest. “...sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for? That’s a normal mistake in this setting.”

“No, I’m apologizing for the image that popped into my head.”

“You don’t have to be shy; you can tell—”

“MC, please, let this one just… stay in my head. It’s really bad.”

“...I won’t press you right now because you’re making me impatient, but I’m going to find out later what kind of dirty shit is going through your m—Aghnnn!”

Lucifer groans into your neck, softly panting as he shoves his last inch into you. He throbs against your walls, and you cling to his sweating back, softly digging your nails in from his size.

“Don’t ask…” he mumbles, drawing himself out as he traces over your nipples, the pads of his fingers circling the hardening nubs. He snaps his hips forward again, leaving you gasping as stars flicker brightly in your eyes. “But… it made me really excited, so…”

“Ughn ah…! Ahh!” you moan out, your voice abruptly starting to fail as Lucifer grips a tight hold of your hips and starts slamming himself into you over and over again. Your overstimulated clitoris seems to thrum with static, and it thrums harder when Lucifer presses close to messily kiss your neck.

“Gh… Every time…” he groans, his voice strained. “Your pussy always sucks me in so hard… Hghn. it makes me feel like… I’ll lose it right away.” And as if he wants to prove himself wrong, he starts going at you faster, leaving you gasping and crying at the ceiling, speechless as you actively claw at his back.

Your clit, alongside the place deep inside you that loves Lucifer's thrusts, are receiving such great stimulation that you can barely say anything. All that comes from you are your incoherent whines and raspy croaks alongside the creaks of the bed and the lewd slurps of your soaking wet hole taking Lucifer in over and over again.

And then, all movement ceases, leaving you looking up dumbly at his concerned face.

“MC? Are you okay?” he murmurs. “Am I hurting you?” God bless this sensitive dingbat, but fucking hell, why does he always stop at the worst damn time?

“Hghhn… n…no,” you manage to moan out, your vision flickering with how tight your lower abdomen is. You just barely manage to urge him closer, squeezing him with your legs before he throws your ankles over his shoulders, his hands squeezing your thighs as he climbs back up to his earlier pace.

“MC,” Lucifer gasps, dropping his head down to yours, digging his neatly trimmed nails into you as he falters. “MC.” He kisses you again as your nails score scratches into his back that, if anything, just egg him on. “MC, going to… together… please…”

“Yes,” you cry out. “Lucifer…!” With your vision dyed a startlingly brilliant white, your body floating somewhere in the sky, attached only to the electrifying feeling of Lucifer’s body against yours, you’re left to soak it in while you try to get your bearings back.

It’s as you’re calming down that you realize Lucifer is drowsily wrapping his arms around you, squeezing your sweaty bodies together in the center of his bed. He snuggles you, getting himself comfortable as he whispers half-broken sweet nothings in your ear. Just a moment later, and he falls sound asleep, his soft breathing falling on your flushed skin.

“Well… I guess the shower can wait,” you croak as you nuzzle him, your own drowsiness sweeping over you in the warmth of Lucifer’s embrace. Not a bad reward for looking after his brothers while he’s gone… I can’t wait… to see his sleepy face in the morning…

Bonus:

Lucifer woke up first about six hours later, painfully hungover and not quite remembering why he was still inside you. Almost everything came back to him however when you explained to him what had happened, and he proceeded to apologize several times, his cheeks flaming red behind his hands.

You later shared a bath together, Lucifer insisting that he should spoil you for behaving in such a “boorish and absolutely unacceptable manner unbefitting of a responsible demon.” He cleaned you up with meticulous care despite the fact that he was nursing a very stubborn case of morning wood.

#lucifer is domestic happiness incarnate #change my mind #drunk lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me!#shameless self indulgence #obey me lucifer smut #lucifer brainrot #lucifer x mc #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader

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moodymisty · 1 year

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✓ Private Lesson ✓

Author's Note: I love Teacher Tech. And Medic Tech. And Dom Tech. Sensing a theme here. I’ve been writing a bunch of fluff lately, so here’s a little somethin’ nasty I did in my spare time.

Summary: Tech wants to take the Marauder for a test flight after some adjustments, but decides to give you a piloting lesson beforehand.

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, All smut, Porn without plot, Cockwarming, Competency kink, Sex in the Marauder, Lap sitting, Tech decides to be your teacher but are you really learning anything?, A little bit of praise kink, Unprotected sex, creampies, Technically semi-public sex,

Word count: 1959

"Now, what do you do first?"

Tech's voice is firm but gentle in your ears, speaking with his usual smooth tone. If one listens you might be able to hear the tiniest bit of strain, but your heart is thumping in your ears so loudly you aren't able to notice it yourself.

He's been meaning to take the Marauder for a simple test flight. He’s been doing some, unauthorized work on the ship, and decided to use their current shore leave on Coruscant as a chance to make sure everything was in working order.

It will be; Tech just needs to be thorough.

But you’ve never flown a ship before, thinking as you look over the control panel that might as well be speaking a dead language. Tech has spoken a million different times before about it, but you have no actual real world experience.

All of his brothers have decided to hit one of the mid-levels for some food and drinks; And with Tech not being much of a fan of that type of scene, and having work to do, he decided to stay back here in the ship. You'd showed up after they'd already left, so no one but Tech knows you're here with him.

You remember the first time he showed you the Marauder; his pride and joy. You’d asked so many questions you almost turned blue in the face, and he answered every one of them with the gusto of a man with a love of the craft and pride in his work.

He had promised to take you on a flight one day, and when he had it was some of the most fun you'd ever had together. And not moments after he'd landed he promised that one day, he'd teach you. He saw the opportunity to share his knowledge and held it out for you, and you'd accepted his potential future lesson.

And while it's been awhile since he'd promised to teach you how to fly, last you checked he hadn't mentioned some of the more, intimate details were apparently included in this lesson.

His armor is cold and unyielding against the backs of your thighs, as you sit firmly spread in his lap. Your underwear are tangled around one ankle, legs spread over his. His cock is stuffing you full, but he isn't moving even a fraction; Instead torturing you like this.

When you don't answer the first question on his verbal test, he sighs.

"Do I need to perhaps repeat myself? I thought you were smarter than this." One of your hands rests on the armrest; It's the only thing grounding you as your cunt flutters around him.

“Tech, I, I don’t remember.” He has the gall to make an unamused noise, as if him fucking you gormless should be just a minor inconvenience.

“Clearly I didn’t teach you thoroughly enough. Or you were not listening.” He feels the way your groan, adjusting your position in his lap as your hands hover in front of the controls. When you do it's impossible not to feel the way his cock shifts inside of you, trying hard to not let out an embarrassing moan.

“You, set course with the Navicomputer,” Tech hums.

“Lock in the destination, then warm up the, the,” his hand brushes over your clit, fingertips feeling just above where he’s buried inside of you.

“Words, love. Do you remember how to use them?”

Snarky ass.

“The engines. You would warm up the engines.” He gives an approving noise, rubbing circles around your clit. He's so composed, his voice barely cracks despite the fact that you can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, almost painfully hard.

"Now, would you like to put it to practice?" Leaning his head down he presses his lips to the soft spot of your neck just behind your ear, feeling how your neck instantly moves to give him more access to such a sensitive spot.

"Tech you, you can't be serious..." You can't see his face at this angle, but you can tell by the tone in his voice that his eyebrows are more than likely raised in an unamused expression.

"It is not often at all that I am not serious." You let out a desperate whine, just hoping for this sweet torture he's decided to put you through to end.

"Tech I, I can't even think straight, I'm not going to be able to fly this..."

His other hand brushes over your hip, while the other is still firmly nestled between your thighs. You can hear every little motion his fingers make, pussy slopping wet against his fingers and around his cock.

"Then at least show me you can prepare the ship as if we were going go depart."

As if it's just so easy, you think; Swallowing the thick knot in your throat. His chest is still pressed against your back as he adjusts slightly underneath you, and neither of you can stop the little noises you make from even such a small movement.

At least this torture is going both ways, as you can feel the heat radiating off his face while you look forward.

Ok, you've seen Tech do this multiple times now... And he's right here. It's not like you're actually going to fly; You just need to show him you can turn everything on.

That isn't that hard, right?

You lean forward, gritting your teeth and whining at the way his cock feels even deeper inside of your as your stomach folds, stuffing your cunt and leaving not a centimeter of room.

The navicomputer is set, you press the correct buttons to lock it in, and whimper at the way his fingers firmly brush over your clit. He's done so well being composed thus far, but you can hear his harder breaths; Feel the way he's trying not to thrust his hips upward into you. Pulling his lips away from your neck he leans up, looking over your head to watch your hands.

Locking the destination in you lean back, letting out a large shaky breath as your shoulderblades press against his chest armor. He hasn't scolded you yet, so you must have done everything right so far.

"Then, you start the engine with... Those buttons, warm them up, and then the throttle." Tech's fingers press against your clit harder, deftly teasing you and groaning at the way you tighten around him.

"Good girl. I knew I taught you well."

You've never heard Tech call you anything like that before; But gods, what you wouldn't give to hear him say it again.

His hands drift to hold you by the hips and help you move in his lap, moaning as you finally get some form of friction for your efforts. You just barely lift off of his lap, hearing the sound of your bare skin against his armor. One of your hands grasps his forearm, the other the arm of the seat as you bite your lip hard. Top bunched upward it's normally quite cold in the Marauder, but you couldn't be less so as Tech thrusts his cock deep into you.

"How, do you jump to hyperspace?"

He suddenly blurts out, and you can feel him already starting to slow down to dull what little pleasure you've finally gotten your hands on. It's almost impossible not to just cry right then and there, your head lolling back against his shoulder as you whine.

"Tech!" He responds just as swift as one might expect.

"Answer me, or I will stop."

Cruel, snarky ass.

"Fuck Tech, I, I don't know..." HIs hands keep grinding you into his lap, feeling the way your body leans into him.

"You know the answer; I taught you."

You lean forward just enough to gesture at the correct things, groaning as you already feel so close to cumming, but he keeps you from reaching it.

"That one, that one, and-" You bite your lip as your stomach tightens, feeling the way his cock shifts and throbs inside of you. "That one." It seems like you're right, judging by the way he hums approvingly.

"It seems like you were actually listening." You attempt to fuck yourself on him, but Tech's surprising strength keeps you from making any significant movement upward or forward. You spit out your desperation in words, pleading with an almost angry sounding tone.

"Gods Tech, please just fuck me or I swear..." Maybe he decides to give you a bit of mercy, or perhaps he himself can't take his own torture; As a moan slips from his throat and his hips thrust upward. His hands don't even stop you as you grip the armrests, grinding yourself against him as much as your body can manage.

He's been teasing you at this for so long now, it doesn't take much to make you cum at all, your thighs quaking as you tighten around him. He almost feels like you're going to suffocate him, and he can't help but let out moan loud enough to echo through the ship.

Even if the fear of anyone seeing or hearing you from outside the ship is unwarranted, given the area outside the civilian hanger where you're landed is practically abandoned, it still crosses your mind once or twice as you glance out the viewport. It's not a thought that sticks however, within moments it's gone from your head as Tech keeps bouncing you on his lap. And whatever composure he's managed to hold up until this point is quickly crumbling away, his voice strained in your ear as his hands tightly grip your body. Tech has always had a surprising amount of strength, and while he isn't gripping you enough to hurt, it is showing how strong his lithe arms really are as he fucks you.

You can feel the moment he cums by the way he lets out a strained, choked groan, his head leaning forward enough that it hits the side of your head. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and having been sitting in his lap so long off the ground, your feet are almost starting to fall asleep.

The ship now only echoes with the sound of both of you and Tech's heavy breathing, your body limp as you lay back against him. His hands now lay much more gently against your body, one against your thigh and the other your hip.

When he shifts underneath you, he can feel the way his own cum leaks out of you and over his cock, a feeling he'll secretly never grow tired of.

You can feel his soft breaths on the back of your head, him just as out of breath as you are. It's a quiet moment, and you take a moment to just enjoy it.

Until you feel him lean forward, and adjust something on the control panel just within reach. And in your tired, ecstasy driven fatigue, you comment.

"Tech, you're seriously still going to do a test flight after all of that? I can barely move..." He doesn't react to your bafflement as you expect, and instead still attempts to maintain his almost always present composure. Even if it had just been melted away only moments ago.

"You can stay on my lap, if you would prefer." You'd prefer to take a nap; Especially given the haggard state of what few articles of clothing you currently have on.

"Let's just, wait a minute." As much as Tech might want to do what he had originally planned, having you here with him sways his judgement enough so that he can put it off, just a little bit longer.

"Alright, we can wait for a little while."

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑'𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

Warning : minors DNI, 18+. Pervy slightly obsessed Mitsuya, voyeurism, bondage kink, smut, hard Dom! Mitsuya, praise kink, nicknames ( pretty whore, love... Etc )

What is written in both bold and italics are flashbacks.

So guys, this won unanimously, most people wanted the pervy, mean!Dom Takashi and HERE HE IS. THIS doesn't mean I won't write the Rindou os, the Haitani brothers os and all the others, I will definitely write them, next time 🤫

Also, this is not a proper one shot, just a kind of porn without plot, therefore I didn't put so much details into it 😭

Since his earliest days, Mitsuya Takashi hardly had a minute for himself. Swimming in an ocean of blood and gangs, trying not to drown while carrying the weight of a family on sore shoulders.

Too much for his studies, there's priorities to life and his sisters were one. Well, that was until the day his mother saw his school grades dropping down, especially that he was only months away from graduation, and decided to hire a babysitter.

As much as the news should have made him a little bit relieved, he still could not drop the wheel completely. He needed to see that babysitter even once, what if they weren't good enough to keep his sisters?

Sometimes he comes to think it was a bad idea...

He never expected the babysitter to be his age, or this... pretty.

He opened the door already somehow frustrated, how can one be late to his first day to work ?

But the harsh words he's been chewing for fifteen minutes accidentally got swallowed, putting a lump in his throat the minute he saw you.

-" Oh finally !" The girl rolled her eyes, then flashed a big smile toward him. " I'm so sorry I'm late, I had trouble finding the house. I'm actually new to town and... "

And he was not listening. His eyes were literally absorbed in the shiny black hole you were, talking about how you moved in like you had knew him for years.

-" Anyway, I'm rambling. " He could tell your cheeks heated, and when you bit your lower lip shyly he could not tell anything else.

To meet you was an earthquake, and often in such cases the tsunami was soon to follow. He remembered perfectly how he could not keep his eyes for him as you introduced yourself to his sisters, how your eyes always shone bright when you talked, how you wore that light smile of yours just like it did not probably carry a hundred boy's hearts.

And all doubts which could have clouded his mind before he met you has been chased away by the sunshine you brought along, Mana and Luna looked absolutely delighted whenever you were around. And he was too, from the few times he talked to you without feeling like his heart was on a wild ride, he learned you too were soon to pass the graduation exam, which gave him a hand to you.

No really, the problem was not you.

There should be no problem.

It was just... That night where you fell asleep next to Luna on her bed, after reading a story to the girls.

You should have went home since almost an hour, he only came in to tell you he was home and you could go. But the sight to greet him knocked him off of his feet, frozen , he was, while the fire started gaining his guts.

He felt guilty, and so dirty, but he could not help staring at the curve of your hips while your short skirt rode them up, turning in your sleep. Goddamn... His sisters were there, sleeping next to you, he should just turn his back to you and walk out of there, as the angel on his right shoulder was saying.

But the voice on the left one began whispering loud tempting words to him, to take a picture that would last longer. He had to run away.

That night, Mitsuya locked himself in his room and tried releasing the throbbing pain between his legs. He touched himself thinking about your hips, about those pink panties you were wearing under your so short skirt. He gave it the tightest strokes, thinking about how your lips would close around him. And he threw his head back, coming in his hand, imagining how the white ropes would look like leaking from your bare legs that he saw for the first time that night.

It was a whole new feeling, sure he was not a virgin anymore and have had his fair amount of hook-ups, yet that felt different. That was not him, the guy who talked to you innocently in the morning, once the night comes chasing unholy thoughts that wore your name.

The game changer was when you offered to help him with some lessons he just couldn't seem to understand. Such a sin wrapped in a good deed.

Oh Mitsuya Takashi is so sweet, isn't he ? Eyes hunging on you with every little thing you explained, cheeks heating everytime you praised him for finding the right answer.

Maybe just a little bit clumsy, like that time he accidentally spilled water on your white shirt.

-" Shit, I'm so sorry... "

You smiled as sweetly as always, excusing him and guilt left a nasty scar on his mind because you put him on such a high pedestal that you didn't even thought...

That he could have made it in purpose. You didn't even thought that he was enjoying the sight of your breasts under the now transparent shirt a little too much. You never suspected anything when he said he needed to text a friend really quick, pulling out his phone and snapping some pictures of your perking up nipples.

He was clumsy, and you hoped he would soon feel comfortable around you. So you didn't said anything even if he dropped his pen a lot of times during the tutoring session, sneaking under the table to take it back.

He swore the first time was an accident, only a coincidence that when he was about to get up after taking back that pencil, his eyes spotted your panties under your dress.

The blood started running south, and all he could think about while you were busy explaining some math problem was how the fabric held your pussy perfectly, how tight pressed against your cunt it was, and how damp it would turn if you let him just rub his aching bulge between your legs.

- " Goddamn " he ran his hands through his hair after closing the door behind you that day, pressing his back against it and looking at the obvious bulge in his pants. " I'm so, so fucked up. "

Mitsuya Takashi respected women, he would never disrespect you or even think about touching you without your consent. He already was choking on the fact that he had fallen so low, chasing his high almost every night and thinking about your face, pumping his length and wishing he could spill on your pretty face, thick white drops of his love dripping from your mouth and cheeks, It was definitely a good thing that his sisters were already sleeping, because the pathetic grunts and moans of your name leaving his mouth only got higher until he finally reached cloud nine.

-" I won't take this. " You were hell bent on refusing the extra money he gave you with your usual babysitter salary. He bored his jaded gaze into you, although his weary face sent strange chills up your back, you stayed unmoved.

-"I would've never passed my exams without your help, you deserve it and more. " Your cheeks heated, not because of the words but the nonchalant way he'd said it, like it did not get you all flustered.

-" I did it for you, not for the money. Aren't we like... Friends ?"

So much for his unmoved expression, it all stumbled down the minute you said that, got him up all night thinking about how to return the favor, how he could possibly draw down his gratefulness to you.

In fact he figured out there was something he could do, the best thing he did actually. Therefore nights were spent, canvas were stained touching the curves of your body on paper sheets and creating the perfect clothes for you.

-" Damn... " Another crumbled up paper joined its siblings on the floor, he pulled his hair back and sighed loudly, cursing himself or your name or whatever was different about you that got him so... Obsessed. Why'd you have to seep opium in him ? So much that the only things crossing his mind were unholy, so much that it always had to be the tiniest clothes, the smaller fabrics, the most revealing pieces?

-" I'm fucking disgusting. " Yes, he hated himself, or the influence you had on him that turned him into such a pervert, this was not him.

His heart raced a beat faster while your hands shyly began opening the box, he pointed that he made it himself for you and you knew how everyone valued what he sewed, the act itself filled you with gratefulness.

Soon the gratefulness gave way to fluster, the ribbons fell down and you almost dropped the box seeing the white lace lingerie.

Your eyes drifted back toward him, and widened even more catching his impassive face. Were you panicking inside for nothing ?

-" That's... That's really pretty, wow, I mean... "

-" Won't ya try it ?"

No way he just said that, your heart missed a beat in the process of finding some convenient words. You were not going to show up in front of him... Like that? Were you ?

Doubts clouded your mind, were you uptight ? No because, he didn't flinched a second offering you his room to change in, was he used to it ? You might be overthinking... Takashi is a professional tailor, he has and will see many women in lesser fabric, for him that was just art and nothing else. It would probably be rude from you to decline, and well, you didn't wanted to look like a prude in front of such a cool guy.

Your anxiously ran your sweaty hands over the bare skin of your thighs, staring at the girl in the mirror. She looked... Different, it seemed like your body was not yours, but that of a more confident woman, for some reason it felt good, wearing something he had put so much time and work in.

An Aphrodite-like temptress, that was the first thing to come to his mind the minute you opened the door. You enamoring, and him levitating, gravitating toward you. Standing shyly and not daring to meet his eyes meanwhile him couldn't just keep his away from you.

He slowly began making his way toward you, drinking in the way you gulped down that delicate throat of yours. Up close, he could admire the contrast of the white fabric against your skin, upon seeing you wearing his art, he felt his chest blooming with adoration. As much as he imagined the piece on you, he never thought it would look so... Dazzling.

-" it's... It's perfect " you almost stuttered, finally catching the strength to meet his eyes. Stern purple hues looked through your eyes, his voice was dangerously low when he answered.

-" You make it look prettier. "

He didn't missed your breath hitching the minute his hand reached to caress the bra's white lace, his lips curved slightly into a sly smirk, sliding a finger up and down where he could feel your nipple hardening.

-" So soft... " He left his voice to trail, behind lingering touches on the longline bra. You shivered to the spine, ashamed to feel so eager for his touch but not daring once looking away.

-" Taka', what... " You swallowed a deep breath, his hand laid flat on your stomach, thumb randomly caressing the waistband of the white panties.

He wished to quit, but felt like a prisoner in his own body, a submissive to that sight of yours. Drinking on each part of your body and getting high on lust, the combo of your innocent doe eyes and sinful body digging his flesh's hunger deeper.

The whisper of his name leaving your mouth encouraged him to a bolder move, his hand closed around one of your breasts, a strangled grunt escaped his mouth the moment you threw your head on his shoulder. Internally he was glad you leaned in his touch, hearing you whispering his name again, he leaned toward your ear.

-" Yes ? Tell me what you need, love ".

You were almost by his fingertips, he could feel your walls breaking down, forehead on his shoulder while his other hand slided down your back, down...

-" I... I need... " He stole the words out from you again, squeezing your mound harder in his hand, enjoying your gasp. " There's... Here " you pulled back and grabbed his hand, his guts stirred up as you placed it on your clothed mons pubis. " Something in here... Please"

How could the devils of him not wake up, when you stood there so angelic and innocent, practically begging him to take you ?

-" Aw, don't worry baby. Gonna take real good care 'f ya, yeah ?"

-" But. " He stopped, holding a sharp glance at you. " We gonna do this my way. "

Mitsuya Takashi is such a sweet guy, opening the door for you, offering to take you home after you kept his sisters, never raising his voice once no matter what.

Only behind closed doors, the wolf dropped the sheep's clothing, and with his fangs ripped off the soft fabric hiding your chest from his sight.

Mitsuya Takashi is a classy man, refined, therefore even the ropes tying you to his bed were of an expensive, bloody red fabric.

-" don't pull on the ropes. " He warned, sinking his knees deeper in the bed on top of you. " You're mine to hurt, no one else. "

His kisses were so loving, closing his eyes and rolling his tongue against yours like he always dreamed to do. You tasted as sweet as he imagined, and moaned the sweetest when his mouth closed around your nipple.

-" Ah, Taka' " you closed your eyes, feeling the ropes digging deeper in your wrists. And suddenly a gasp left your mouth, your cheeks getting harshly squeezed together by him.

-" Don't you dare looking away. Keep these pretty eyes o'mme. "

The purple in his eyes turned indigo under the desire, teeth pulling your panties down from the waistband, hands holding your hips steady. He spread your legs and his gaze was impossible to sustain, mesmerized by your dripping cunt, he felt his cock throbbing against his lower belly, already so hard by the meer sight.

-" Tsk, look what we've got here... " A frustrating heat spread between your legs when he collected your arousal upon your folds without ever really touching you. " act so shy out there for everyone else but in here, for me, you’re such a needy little slut... "

A whimper left your mouth, he guided his finger to your mouth.

-" Swallow it for me, love. " He forced it between your lips. " it wasn’t a suggestion, was an order. "

Such a giver, he was. Went down on you like you were his last meal, he had dreams of this, after all. Tasting you and humming from satisfaction, swirling his tongue around your swollen clit and fingering you until he got you screaming his name.

-" 's too much... Can't... Can't fucking take it !"

-" Shut up, I got you. "

Back to your level, face in front of yours,lips glistening from your previous high, a serious expression on his face, he squeezed together your cheeks with one hand.

-" Tell me, whose pussy is this ?"

He stared at your fucked up face, proud filled his chest seeing your eyes still rolling back from the overstimulation, but it was not what he needed right now. He watched your eyes widening as he slightly slapped your cheek.

It was intoxicating, how he always had to hold back, to hide the rude dark parts. But how you swallowed it and never even choked on his rougher edges got him hooked up to you, no need to hold back.

-" I asked you a question. "

You would've never, not in a million years thought he could act so rough toward you, or anyone else. But why did his stern face and deep voice make it only harder to look away from him ?

-" Yours... It's all yours, Taka " you smiled with lidded eyes, knocking him out of breath for few seconds until he buried his head in your neck, placing sweet kisses.

-" Mine. Only mine. "

His hands traveled down the new lands of your body, discovering and wishing he could mark you his dominion.

-" pussy's mine to ruin. " Seconds. Only seconds away from the hell threshold, lining his tip with your dripping entrance. " And 'm gonna do it so, so good baby. "

And that when he started sliding inside you, cock invading your walls that passion began, where your bodies united and your spirits joined together at the same time as your bodies became one.

The feeling of him inside you was better than all that you ever experienced, and soon, he started thrusting inside you at a crazy pace, as you opened your mouth and furrowed your eyebrows, drunk on the pleasure of his violent moves.

-" ugh, feels so... "

-" Right ?" He grunt, almost pounding inside you, eyes glued on your bouncing breasts. " See how good y'taking me ? you're so good to me, love. "

He could not take his eyes of your face, how it expressed full desire and lust, and he swore he never found someone as good looking as you while you were all tamed by him. His hand reached out to your neck, wrapping around it and stealing the slightest bit of breath from you.

-" Looks so fuckin' pretty, wearing... Uh god, wearing my touch like a fuckin' necklace. "

His grip on your throat tightened, and there, tied, you felt so free. Choked, yet he was fresh air to you . Bruised, yet you never felt as pretty as under his gaze. Lying, yet you stand so tall. You were devoted to him.

-" You have... No goddamn idea how much I've wanted this. " He breathed out, leaning to mark your neck. " Such a pretty whore for me. For me, yeah ?"

-" For... " You tried speaking, only to be cut off by a rather harsher thrust from him. You did not expected it to send you to overdrive, yet it had your eyes rolling and hole clenching around him.

-" Shit, princess " he scoffed in a breath, feeling the knot in his balls tightening. " Hugging my cock like a hungry slut, gonna... Gonna make me cum !"

His choice of words got your body shaking as you nodded in response, unable to form correct words to express how overstimulated you were.

He looked at you, the same incredible girl who got him crossing boundaries he never thought about, laying underneath him and coming undone because of him. It sounded ethereal, but looked heavenly, and felt intoxicatingly blissful.

-" Cum for me, Taka'. Want... Want to make you feel good " you whispered, still pulling at the ropes holding your wrists. He threw his head back and moaned your name out loud, only few thrusts before he quickly pulled out and white ropes covered your breasts.

He was a goner, high on some volatile narcotics. Your teary eyes, swollen lips, marked skin, all got him feeling so light. He could not believe, after months of flying around you like a moth to its flame, that now he got you drooling, breasts leaking his seeds, tied to his bed. His heart filled his entire chest, warmth spreading in all his body, was it love ?

His climax rarely hit him that hard, had him crashing against you, imprisoning you in his strong arms. His face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, then his biceps wrapped around your waist as he laid wet kisses on your bruised skin.

-" Fuck. That was... Fuck " he grunt, through your coming down, you laughed slightly at him, an angelic sound that had him looking at you with disbelief. You ignored him and tried freeing yourself once and for all from the restraints but soon his hand on yours stopped you, pushing you back against the mattress.

-" Uh uh, did I said you could move ?"

You froze hearing his stiff voice, his amethyst hues bored into yours, making you gulp down.

-" I thought we were done" you shrugged, letting him begining to undo your ties.

-" Hm, we are. For now. " he freed you and soon, you could not feel the sheets under your back anymore, finding yourself nuzzled in his strong arms, carrying you through the room.

-" What are you doing ?"

-" You did so well f'me, love... And I fucked you like I didn't care, now lemme show you I do care. "

You shifted your eyes at him and saw his weary impassive expression coming back, but when his eyes met yours, a soft smile grazed his pretty lips, that landed a kiss on your forehead as soon.

Mitsuya Takashi might be the wolf in sheep's clothing, but the afterglow was cotton-soft. Strong arms previously bruising your body were now holding your back against his torso in the bathtub, showering you with praises and sweet kisses, hands rubbing your stomach. Your perfume so engraved in him he knew he would live a hundred lifetimes before he could forget you.

-" I gotta admit... " You started, smiling over your shoulder, his heart missed a beat looking at your glowing face. " I thought you'd never make a move"

He was so cute, for a second dropping that dominant attitude. He was starstruck by your confession, left speechless that you all along knew he had a huge thing for you and didn't said anything.

-" I hate you... " He grunt, tightening his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck.

-" do you ?" You teased, lifting his chin to stare at his eyes. They drifted toward your lips, still craving their taste and back to your hues, drowning in your eye color.

-" I wish I could. " He admitted, deep voice dropping lower from denial's cliff. " Wish I could rip ya off my fucking heart. "

But he could not, he just learned. And to fight against that wild thing you brought out of him was actually feeding that obsession.

But it was okay, right ? As long as you wore his bruises and marks like the prettiest clothes, as long as you took all of him, sugar coated and sword-sharp, it was tamed.

The wolf was tamed.

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I decided I don't like this, It's the first time I write a porn without plot and I know it's kinda too short, I jumped across a lot of moments and explanations because I simply had a looong week. But I really really wanted to write this, so here it is !

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oops-all-concrete · 4 months

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Hi! I have a request for bg3 head-cannons. These entail Tav not being able to read and the group all separately trying to teach them how to. (I feel like gale would be the master at this). Thank you!❤️

Aw, I love this ask!! Thank you for the request, this is genuinely so sweet and is spawning like a million ideas in my head. (I have a Tav I always imagine being illiterate)

BG3 companions react to; Tav not knowing how to read!

No content warnings, just fluff and sweetness for the most part. Potentially minor spoilers for certain characters? But nothing major/important.

Lae'zel -

She's a little surprised, given how old Tav is. She knew how to read Tir'Su slate by age 6. Knew how to read and write common by 8. Learned a few other languages by 12. For Tav to not know their own language in writing is concerning. She wouldn't have the patience to teach them, but she would go out of her way to read out signs and plaques to Tav. They need to get by somehow and she's at least got the patience for that.

Shadowheart -

"Oh? Was this not a necessary skill where you grew up?" She's quite open minded. She understands not all societies have a lean on literacy, as much as she couldn't imagine living like that. She asks if they'd like to know and reads to them in the evenings. She only has some chappy romance novels and crime fiction, but she likes the books, so she's happy to read to them. It's a slow process, but she's patient.

Wyll -

He's stunned. He knows there's plenty of people who simply can't obtain the skill due to a number of reasons, dyslexia, bad vision, blindness entirely, but Tav should know if they can learn. He's quick to get as much reading material as he can find and invite Tav to little lessons. He's a wonderful teacher, praises every new word, applauds the reading of a sentence and smiles every time Tav reads something on their own during an adventure.

Karlach -

She's the least bothered. A little surprised, but not judging. "Eh, I can't ride any mounts or hold my breath for more than 20 seconds at a time. I've lived, so will you" She shrugs it off so easy. She does however keep that information to herself if she's the only one Tav has told. It's not worth judging, she refuses to look down on anyone for it, but she worries Gale, Astarion or Lae'zel will be critical and perhaps even mean about it? And Tav doesn't need that. Mama K's got you.

Gale -

He's not critical, but he is interested. Gale might have a bit of an ego and thinks the world of his skills, but his mother wouldn't let him leave the house if he thought less of others for not having skills. He does offer to teach, but he asks in a very particular way. "I'd be happy to teach you, should you wish to learn. It's fine if you don't though. Just tap me and point and I'll translate for you" He says, calm and even. Deep down, he is concerned, but stays level headed. Tav deserves that much.

Astarion -

"What, did your folks just get lazy? Ugh, what swine." He's offended on Tavs behalf. He thinks it's atrocious they don't have such a basic and essential skill and can't believe whoever/wherever Tav was brought up just didn't help them. So naturally, he pulls out some of his own reading material and finds some easier things during travel if he can. He'll be damned if he's going to let them sit there and not know what a warning sign is.

Bonus! The elder folks 💕

Halsin -

"Ah, you need not be ashamed. Nature never intended writing, as helpful as it can be." He smiles. He's happy to teach, but doesn't mind if Tav has no desire to learn. He thinks it would be helpful, but otherwise thinks nothing of it. He will read things if asked without question, but makes no other comments.

Jaheira -

"Cub, as long as you can remember what I say and know how to say what you're saying, I couldn't care less...but if you want to learn, you can always tell me or Halsin...or the wizard, Gale. They'd be happy to teach I'm sure" She just shrugs and keeps moving.

Minsc -

"Warriors have no need for words anyhow, my friend! We can just speak with our hands and feet...in combat!" With some encouraging squeaks from Boo.

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starry-hughes · 1 year

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family in town

quinn hughes x reader, daisy's au!

summary: quinn's family comes to visit after daisy is born

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this focuses more on quinn and you and the relationship with his family!

Quinn’s family flew out to Vancouver soon after Daisy was born. It was nice to have some family around, most of Quinn’s teammates were out of town for the summer, and it wasn’t like your parents were coming over anytime soon. Quinn knew that you were feeling upset about your family not speaking with you. He had tried to make you feel better by getting you flowers and reassuring you that you were doing a good job.

“Hi Mom,” Quinn hugged his parents as he picked them up from the airport. It was late July when they came to visit. Jack and Luke hugged their brother, giving him some gag gift about being a dad. “(Y/N) is at home with Daisy,” Quinn explained as he helped his brothers load the car up with suitcases.

His family was staying at a nearby rental house, the apartment would be a bit too cramped for everyone and a baby, but most of their time was spent at the apartment, just not for sleeping. You were a bundle of nerves, seeing the Hughes family for the first time in person since Daisy was born. “Are you two together now that you have a daughter?” Luke asked as Quinn was driving. Quinn shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat, “No.”

Neither Quinn nor you had mentioned the exchange between the two of you in the hospital. Saying that you loved another person was a big thing. Quinn chalked it up to the heat of the moment, you two were both excited and tired when the words were exchanged. Emotions were high when you told him you loved him. In the two weeks that Daisy had been home, Quinn and you had been sleeping in the same room, sharing a bed, and watching the baby monitor together. But no discussion on what your relationship was held.

When the family arrived at the house, you were sitting on the couch. Ellen and Jim were excited to meet their grandchild after greeting you. “How are you doing sweetheart? Feeling alright?” Ellen asked sweetly. You nodded, “I’m good. Quinn is always a big help.” Quinn’s face turned red at the praise for him. “Let me go get her.”

“Wash your hands before holding her, please,” Quinn asked his brothers after you got up from the couch to retrieve her from the nursery. They groaned, “Dude, you’re like a hardass now.” You returned to the room with Daisy in your arms. She was wide awake, Quinn peering over your shoulder once you walked into the room. “Oh goodness, she has the same color eyes as Quinn,” Ellen gushed as you carefully passed her over.

As the grandparents doted over their grandbaby, Jack and Luke were trying to figure out who was going to get to hold her first. “I sent you flowers (Y/N)! Remember! I should hold your baby first,” Jack argued. “I sent a Michigan outfit! You know, the school Quinn attended,” Luke defended. You couldn’t help but smile to see Daisy’s uncles fight over who got to hold their niece first. “God, it’s like when Quinn and Jack argued over who to hold Luke first,” Jim mumbled. “Quinn, I think you should decide,” you patted him on the chest before sitting back on the couch.

The next couple of days were spent with Quinn’s family. Sometimes the boys would go play golf or have a workout so you’d be at the apartment with Ellen. “I remember how rough it was with everything after Quinn was born. Are you sure you’re doing okay?” she questioned as the two of you made dinner. “I’m okay, Ellen, I promise. You raised Quinn amazingly, I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without him.”

She stirred the sauce for the pasta noodles before speaking up again, “Has your family reached out?” Your energy obviously deflated a little and Ellen gave you a soft look. “Oh, honey.” She pulled you into a hug, letting you finally let out the tears you’d been holding back. “It’s okay, we got you now.”

When Quinn returned with his brothers and dad, he noticed something slightly off in you. His hand fell to your back as he leaned in. “You okay?” You hummed happily, “I really love your family Quinn. They love Daisy so much.” Quinn and you both looked over to see Luke carefully sitting on the couch next to Jack who was holding Daisy. “They love you too,” Quinn whispered.

On the last day of his family being in town, Quinn and you were hosting dinner again. For the duration of Daisy’s life, you had yet to leave Daisy. She went everywhere with you. Quinn’s hands rested on your shoulders. “I will be here. Nothing is going to happen to her,” he tried to reassure you. You were going to the grocery store with Luke for dinner ingredients. Quinn had been trying to get you to get out of the house without Daisy. “You will call if anything, and I mean anything, goes wrong and she needs me, right?” you asked. You didn’t doubt Quinn’s ability to be a parent, but you were just nervous.

“Sweetheart, I won’t let anything happen to her. She’s sleeping in her crib safely. You’ll be gone for maybe an hour,” he cupped your cheek, a sign of love from him. You finally gave in, leaving the apartment with Luke. The two of you were oddly close for barely knowing one another. Over your past Christmas trip, Luke made it known that he was extremely close with Quinn. Quinn loved how close you were with his youngest brother. He had also told you about how Quinn was growing up, telling embarrassing stories. Luke also made sure that he sent a Michigan onesie for Daisy when she was born. You would even text him whenever she wore the onesie or anything in Michigan colors.

Luke pushed around the grocery cart, letting you dump anything you needed into the cart. “Quinn and you are good parents,” Luke said randomly. “Thanks, Luke,” you smiled. “So when are you going to start dating and admit you are already sleeping in one room?”

When the Hughes family departed from Vancouver, you missed them more than you realized you would. Quinn and you moved around the apartment, cleaning up things while watching Daisy sleep in the bassinet in the living room. “I, uh, was thinking, maybe when Brock gets back from break, he can come to watch Daisy for a night. And we can go out on a date, maybe,” Quinn stumbled over his words.

You beamed at him, “Took you long enough to ask.”

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dotster001 · 2 years

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Twisted Earth Part Five

Summary: Diasomnia/staff x gn!reader You are the game. They are real. Malleus Here Crewel and Crowley here

A/N: just realized I never cropped Silver's picture, but I'm tired so I'm leaving it for now.

Part One Two Three Four Six

Found out about the game when he was playing an open world rpg with his gamer buddies, and one of them was talking about how HOT the characters were, and the other was talking about how the most recent arc made him legit cry, and he like, never cries bro, for real for real! So naturally, to keep up with the cool kids, he downloaded the game after he logged off for the night.

He's fascinated by who you are, the way you live, your personality…it's so exciting for him! That's why you're his favorite. He likes interesting things and by golly, you're entertaining!

He wants to prank you so bad. He knows he would get great reactions from you, if he flipped himself upside down and appeared out of nowhere. He is also CERTAIN that you would appreciate all the love and care he puts into his cooking. He imagines pressing a spoonful of food(?) To your lips and you taking a bite, smiling at him with your gorgeous smile. And maybe glitter starts raining down from the sky and you profess your love for him and how you fell in love with him for his cooking. (In your fucking dreams Lilia)

He has a couple of your cards, but even though you're his favorite, he isn't too picky about who he has. He just wants the most powerful deck to demolish his enemies and brag to his gamer friends. Sorry, love, he's a general first and foremost.

He ranted for three hours about how stupid and a waste of time playing video games is to the first years, then Malleus came in to show off his new card, and the app just appeared on his phone as he vibrated at a high frequency over the fact that Malleus shared his joy with him.

He picked you as his favorite because he is certain, despite your humanity and magiclessness, you would be the best person to help him defend Malleus. (He tells himself that, but really it's just an excuse to simp over you without looking like a simp)

He likes to think about showing off to you if you were real. You'd appreciate his strength, his survival skills, his adoration and dedication to his Lord. You'd be his perfect partner! He likes to imagine felling a large opponent, and then having you rush into his arms, dabbing his sweaty forehead with a towel, as you praise him.

Cards? Huh? He isn't super good about how the game actually works. He gets the story elements, but he doesn't get the battles. He doesn't even know you have cards. It's a miracle that he's ever progressed in the story.

He downloaded it because his dad recommended it. Lilia had been going on and on about it, and he just gave in and downloaded it. He played it everyday for a week, and then forgot all about it.

But his subconscious never forgot you. He'll see you in his dreams. Maybe he's napping in your lap and you're stroking his hair. Maybe you're making flower crowns in a meadow together. It's always something peaceful that makes his angst over his sleeping condition a little less.

He's very confused. Sure, he loves the person in his dreams, but he has no idea where you came from. Maybe someday he'll see you flash across Lilia's phone screen and he'll remember the game.

He thinks video games are a waste of time.

He's also that fucking professor that even though you are adults and he really can't do anything about it, he pauses the entire fucking lecture if he hears one person talking or sees one person on their phone. Like bitch, this ain't high school. It's their own fucking fault if they aren't paying attention. Let them fail. Keep the lecture moving.

Sorry Vargas simps. Video games don't build muscles. He only does squats in his free time, and nothing else.

His "friends" told him about how popular it was growing. So he downloaded the game to see if there was anything he should put in stock. Then the fish Mafia came to him about a partnership, where they would make merch, and he would have it in the back for sale, both online and for those in the know. How could he say no to a deal like that?

You're clever with a hint of mischief. He loves it. You'd be his number two, his partner in "crime". He can feel it. He also knows you'd be impressed by his magical abilities. He could show off to you with the simplest of tricks, and then you'd both extort a rich business man. Ah. True love.

He has three of your cards, but he one hundred percent is hoarding all his materials for when you get a truly marvelous SSR card. He's pretty much guaranteed to get it with how much he has saved up.

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It was a passing comment that was stuck in your mind.

“God, these pants are getting really snug.”

Your girlfriend had said it while getting ready to run errands the previous weekend - so casually, as if it wasn’t going to affect you.

It hasn’t affected you. It had consumed your thoughts for the next week. You finally decided to do something about after staring at the pants for nearly five minutes while doing laundry.

You took note of the size and bought her new ones online, a pair of the next two sizes up. You had goals to reach.

Now just to decide how she was going to outgrow those pants. A long weekend of stuffing her favorite foods seemed to be the winning option.

That was until you remembered a fun little thing tucked away in the closet. You had only used it a few times, but your girlfriend had enjoyed it.

A funnel.

It had been a gift you tried out on her birthday. A little funnel of heavy cream to end her birthday cake stuffing.

Your birthday and anniversary were the only other times you had used it - just to top off the end of the meal.

Although there was no important date, your girlfriend going up a size was something to celebrate.

A new idea sparked as you prepared for the night. Originally you just wanted her to stuff enough throughout the weekend that she would finally pack on enough to size out of the pants the next time she tried them on.

Now, you were going to pop her right out of those tight jeans. It was going to be beautiful.

You had everything set up for Friday night. You had gone back and forth on just using heavy cream or shakes. Between the desire for her to actually be full with nutrient dense shakes and the idea of all those calories sticking to her belly, shakes had to be the choice.

She was given firm instructions for the day. Put on her jeans with whatever shirt she liked. Light snacking all day and only water. You wanted her to put in the work to get out of those jeans.

When you got home from work, you couldn’t help but praise your sweet girl. She had everything set up exactly as you asked and you could tell she was excited, maybe even more excited than you.

“Ready, baby? Can you wait patiently for me just a bit longer? I have a surprise.”

She knew that you wanted to have a nice stuffing session tonight, but she wasn’t fully aware of your entire plan.

The shakes you prepared were the most calorie dense recipes you could find - not so rich that your girlfriend would grow tired of it quickly but packed with hefty ingredients and topped off with gaining powder.

You return to the living room with your haul, watching her eyes grow wide. It was clear she wanted to ask what you had planned, but the full blender and funnel were pretty obvious.

“I…uh, I should go change - get comfortable for this, I think,” she said, her voice letting you know that she was just as turned on by the idea as you were.

“Oh no, you aren’t going to change. You are going to earn it.”

“Earn it?”

“Mhm, open up.”

She looked at you with wide eyes before dutifully opening her mouth, waiting for the tube. You placed the end of the tube on her tongue and gently nudged her back to relax into the couch.

You grabbed the blender and began to pour the thick mixture into the funnel, anticipation at its highest. She moaned as the first drops of the shake hit her tongue and she hungrily started downing it.

To ensure she didn’t choke, you poured it steadily but enough to go down quick. You knew from experience that the fastest she went, the more she got down.

A quick tap to your leg came halfway through the blender, her asking for a breath. You stopped pouring and starting to massage her stomach, already noticing the healthy bloat developing at the top. Her tight jeans getting even more snug - angry, red lines scattered across her skin.

You lifted the blender once again and continued the stream of fattening shake down the tube. Little whispers of praise constantly falling from your lips as she swallowed it all down without complaint.

The end of the shake came quicker than you expected. Her jeans were definitely struggling, the button hanging on for dear life. You gave her stomach a gentle press eliciting another guttural moan from your girlfriend.

“You stay put, big girl, I’m going to top this off,” you instructed, bringing a bright pink blush to her cheeks - most likely because you both were well aware that she was going nowhere without help any time soon.

You had been hopeful that it would take more than one blender-worth of weight gain shake to pop those jeans so there were two more prepped in the fridge. You could picture the look on your girlfriend’s face when this was all over and you told her that she packed in thousands of calories in just minutes.

When you returned, she was had one hand on top of the belly giving a gentle massage. Her eyes were closed and for a split second you worried that she was in pain, but she was clearly enjoying herself as you got closer.

Without warning, you quickly placed the tube back in her mouth and restarted the steady pour. Her beautiful moans returned in tandem, making the experience that much more perfect.

It seemed that the second serving was really filling her out as there was a noticeable creak in her jeans after a large swallow. You paused, attempted to dig your finger in between her skin and waistband, and smiled when there was absolutely no give left.

“My gorgeous baby, your jeans are barely hanging on. I bet that waistband is getting pretty uncomfortable, hmm?”

She nodded pitifully, playing up the act to match your energy. You could tell that she was thinking that would work on you, that you would undo her button and give her relief. She was sorely mistaken.

“Better keep going then. We aren’t done until you pop.”

Another whimper followed by a deeper moan was all you got in response as she hungrily drank down the shake. You tipped the blender all the way, the shake spilling into the funnel at full speed.

Your girlfriend did not miss a single drop. Her stomach looking as if it was beginning to protest, the area bloating and swelling more than you had ever seen before.

As you considered giving her another break, she swallowed down the last of what was in the funnel - heaving a few deep breaths afterwards. Before you could utter a word, the sound of thread stretching filled the room.

Within seconds, her belly bounced forward from her constricted jeans - the button flying off and skittering across the hardwood floor. Her stomach seemed to have doubled in size now that it was freed from the confines of her pants.

You both needed time to catch your breath, shocked by the scene that just unfolded. Although you had planned for this, nothing compared to actually seeing it happen.

Your hands found her bloated stomach, massaging any cramps away as she adjusted to having more room to breath. She was completely packed, rounded out more than you have ever seen her before.

“You okay, baby?”

“Okay? Literally never been better.”

You laughed, both endeared and aroused by your girlfriend’s honesty. This had gone better than you could have imagined, everything playing out perfectly.

“I can’t wait to see what kind of damage this shake does. Good thing I got you new pants.”

She blushed once again, hot and bothered by the idea of another sizing up in what felt like a short period of time.

As you continued your massage of her stomach, you noticed that she seemed hesitant to ask something.

“What’s wrong, baby? Do you need something?”

“Um…I was just wondering if I could finish. I know you made more and I want to be good, appreciate what you made for me.”

You smirked, proud of your good girl.

“Aw, is my big girl still hungry? Well, we can’t have that now can we?”

She feigned embarrassment even though she was clearly ready for more. She nodded and looked at you with innocent eyes. “Please, can I have the rest?”

“Of course you can, especially when you asked so nicely.”

You made a quick trip to the kitchen, grabbing the third batch of your dense shake - excited to continue. The evening was far from over.

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