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moronkombat · 7 months

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shao nsfw alphabet perhaps?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shao's version of aftercare is having his partner his personal arm candy. Kissing his neck, small hands exploring his proud chest, just completely clinging to him as if you cannot life without doing so. He is very satisfied in drapping one arm loosely around your waist while you absolutely worship him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Overall, he is in love with all of himself. He is proud of his physique and wants his partner to appreciate it too. He'll purposefully but subtly show off his muscles and prowess. His aim is to have control over her reactions. Only he can make you shiver and shift so stiffly. That blush on your cheek is because of him and he quite enjoys that. He is also very proud of his horns

Their small stature. Shao is a wicked man who enjoys a partner who is in smaller stature to him. Loves how much smaller you are than he is. So delicate, so easy to crush...oh how he wants to break your body to only know the touch of him. There is not greater pleasure than that

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to absolutely cream pie his partner. He will have you filled up to the brim, leaking from your abused little hole while your small body twitches. He wants you thoroughly

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wants to breed you so fucking badly. Why do you think he cums so much inside you? How even when his seed oozes out, he'll push it back it? It's all so that you will sire him many sons

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Shao knows sex well. He is quite the charmer in terms of carnal desires. He has frequented brothels and has taken many concubines during his time. He knows where to pry and push to have his pets sobbing and whining

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He's a fan of all positions that give him the advantage but his favorite is with you lying face down and his large and rough hands holding your hips up. Though, he also like watching you pathetically bounce on top of his large cock like a greedy little slut too

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

General Shao makes it amusing for himself. He is not cracking jokes but harsh teases and jests. He'll chuckle at how drunk you look while his cock fills you up. He quite enjoys making fun of your rapturous expressions

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

General Shao does not have any hair located on his body. He is armored by tough scales that are course and rigid to the touch

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not one for romance. His love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. It is more specific to say words of praise and adoration and body worship are his love languages. He is not the type to shower you with roses but he will treat you to the fine things in life such as nice dinners and expensive gifts

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

General Shao would never waste his seed like that. It is much too valuable to be pumped out by his own hand. No no, you must always be there to receive his natural essence

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Size difference- is size is not to be trifled with. Everything about Shao is large, very very large. He works his partner open. First with his tongue, thick and wet. Then with fingers, long and pointed. He makes sure to take his time in part to prepare you but largely because he loves how it makes you writhe and squirm. His size is enormous, the stretch is something so awful but oh is it perfect. You wouldn't take him any other way. He'll slowly fuck himself into, spreading more and more of you apart until finally he feels himself hilted inside. Then the claws of his fingers trace over the outline that is so clearly etched into you. He laughs lowly, a hand now at your neck as he whispers pure filth into your ear from behind

Body Worship- Shao wants to be praised. He wants to be revered as if he a god. When his partner worships his appearance, his strength his ego blooms and bursts into pure sexual prowess

Power and control- It's all about the power play for him. He likes to be in control and be in charge in the bedroom. You have no complaints. He is dominant, he is commanding. He will have full control over you and your release. General Shao has his partner finishing multiple times before he even begins to consider closing that final distance between you two. He loves how it is his and only his actions that bring you to such raptor

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Prefers to ravish you in his personal bedroom. There is something so...naughty about bringing such a pretty little thing like you to his room and ravaging you until the sun rises

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His partner's small stature really gets him going. He muses about all that he could do to you, how small you are, how easy it would be to crush you but he would never do that. The fun would be over then

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

His partner attempting to be dominant over him. He is absolutely not one to be commanded. He lives that life serving under Sindel's thumb. The bedroom is his kingdom and he will not share it

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves, and I mean loves, when he receives oral. It barely fits past your lips and he loves that. He loves watching them warp around his girth, impossible to take all of him down that throat of yours. He watches you with keen eyes, never once does he look away from you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When actually having sex and not teasing, he is fast and overpowering. It will always be a rough experience for his partner no matter the time and place x

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Shao has actually grown quite fond of quickies. He thinks it's so cute how you babble as he quickly shoves his massive length into your suffocating and straining heat

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Shao will try risks if it pleases him. If his interest is found with a new method, he will try it

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Too much for his partner's own good. You will know no peace during those long drawn out hours

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Has toys but uses them exclusively on his partner. He'll mostly use vibrators on you in teasing ways. He wants you begging him for release and his cock

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair. He'll edge you, have you cumming again and again even when you tell him its too much. There is simply no stopping his playtime with you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's actually pretty quiet in terms of vocalizing his own pleasure but he is loud in his verbal teasing of you and his rather low laughter

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wants to sit upon Sindel's throne and bounce you atop his cock while you cry and whine in front of a large crowd of people. What a great way to start his reign as Emperor

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Large and in charge. Shao is massive and imposing and so is everything about him. His length is long and thick. Curves upwards and is colored slightly tanner than his skin

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Considerably high. He likes to have sex with partner every other night at least. It is hard to catch time to breath during the multiple rounds that occupy the night

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't fall asleep and instead excepts you to just absolutely drape yourself over him, kiss his neck and tell him just how amazing the sex was. He is always very pleased with himself

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harlowcomehome · 8 months

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October nights and spooky stitches:

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The front door of your apartment slammed shut behind you, alerting Layla that you were finally home. You struggled to carry the numerous bags in your hands.

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me you needed me to meet you at the car? I would’ve helped you.” Layla rushed over grabbing some of the bags that were nearly falling out of your hands.

“It would’ve taken entirely too long, and I was already running late!”

You had sweat dripping down your face, and you were irritated from getting out of work a lot later than expected, but that was the theme of this week.

“Can you set up the table? I just want to take a quick shower before Jack and Urb get here.”

Layla immediately knew that something wasn’t right, you were jittery and anxious, your fingers trembling as you asked her to set up the table but she agreed anyway.

Jack and Urban showed up as soon as you were done in the shower.

Layla wanted to warn Jack about how you were feeling but didn’t get the opportunity, and instead helped Urban set up snacks in the kitchen.

Jack immediately ran over to you, his arms wrapped around your torso as he lifted you in the air. You sighed against him, feeling a lot better in his presence, the smell of his cologne lingering on your clothes.

“What’s wrong?” He pulled back, looking you in the eyes as you were still suspended in the air.

You had a love/hate relationship with how easily he picked up on your emotions.

“Work was just hectic and I wasn’t able to get home early enough to set up and I just feel overwhelmed” you rambled in one breath as he sat you back down on the floor.

“We’re here now, it’s fine. Everything’s fine” he bent down to kiss you, you felt like he really saw you, for you, and that made you comfortable enough to be vulnerable with him.

You were unhappy with your job, not because the job itself was difficult but because you felt a constant push and pull between going to work and being present and constantly wanting to be with Jack on the road.

Every fiber of your being knew Jack was who you were meant to be with, you had never had that immediate “this is the one” moment everyone talked about until being with Jack, and a big part of that terrified you.

You didn’t want to be too much too quickly, especially when his career was just starting to take off.

The four of you had planned on this “pre-Halloween” night for a few weeks now knowing at the end of October tour kicked off again.

“While the pizza is cooking, do you guys wanna start carving the pumpkins?” Layla asked excitedly pointing to the pumpkins placed in front of each table setting.

“Of course!” You smiled, Jack still wasn’t sold on your false display of happiness but he was going to let it go for the sake of the night.

“Ewww pumpkin guts” Urban had a hand full of pumpkin seeds in his hands, teasing Layla as he pretended that he was going to throw them at her.

“Whatcha going to carve?” Jack bumped you lightly with his shoulder. He had realized you were spaced out, as you looked through designs.

“I think this one” you pointed to a design that came with the pumpkin carving kit.

“I’m going to freestyle mine,” Jack said confidently, making you giggle.

“Oh yeah?” You smiled as you started to cut the top off your pumpkin, placing the seeds into a big bowl in front of you.

You knew you would tell Jack about how you were feeling but you wanted to do it one-on-one so you pushed the feelings aside for now, or at least attempted to.

“Are we doing anything with these?” Layla asked as she also put her pumpkin seeds in the bowl. You silently shrugged, not wanting to make any decisions.

Urban and Jack made silent facial expressions at one another, as they could feel your sorrow and uneasiness fill the room.

Jack was about to speak when your eyes opened wide, you pulled your hand back quickly, putting pressure on your finger.

“Fuck- fuck-“ you threw your head back wincing in pain, as your finger bleed profusely. You used your other hand to put pressure on it but it wasn’t doing much at all.

“Babe! Holy shit!” Jack jumped up motioning for Layla to hand him something to help you.

Layla scrambled to find a clean kitchen towel, throwing it to Jack immediately.

“That looks really bad” Urban's face grew pale, splotches of red covering his cheeks.

Layla forced him to sit back down, realizing Jack was nearly identical-looking.

Jack handed you the towel, holding it down with you with as much pressure as he could.

Tears started streaming down your face, you were more embarrassed than hurt. The adrenaline and shock helped as you barely noticed how deep the cut actually was.

“Are you both seriously squeamish over blood?” She clicked her tongue, seeing the fear in your face.

“Jack, sit down before you faint” Layla sighed.

“Let me go with you!” Jack scrambled to find his keys, he had normally put them on the counter but couldn’t find them in a panic.

“You can’t! You’re- you. ” Layla panicked as you stood there stoic, and in shock.

Jack knew she was right, but you were his girlfriend and he hated not being able to just show up at places with you, especially when you needed him.

“Watch the pizza, we’ll be back” Layla grabbed her car keys ushering you out of the apartment as you leaned half of your weight onto her.

Jack and Urban were silent for a moment, shocked at what had just happened. Jack turned to where you had been sitting, noticing the droplets of blood that were left behind.

“She is going to need stitches for sure” Urban followed Jack's gaze and sighed, standing up to find something to clean it with.

“I wonder what she was so distracted by tonight” Jack chewed the inside of his cheek nervously.

“She told me it was work, which I believe but she didn’t seem like herself, right?” He took the antibacterial wipe from Urban and cleaned up the remainder of the droplets before washing his hands and waiting for the pizza timer.

Urban wasn’t sure what was going on, usually, Layla told him everything but she hadn’t mentioned anything to him, so he was just as lost as Jack.

Meanwhile, the drive to the hospital felt like it was hours long. You, just like Jack and Urban couldn’t handle blood, and you had never had something happen that would likely involve stitches.

“We are almost there okay?” Layla's voice was calming, she usually knew how to channel that side of things. She was always your calm in the storm, so to speak.

Once you got sat in a room, you were given some numbing shots that made you cry in pain, and stitches were given. You were given an antibiotic ointment, and then you were sent home.

“Have you heard from the guys?” You sighed, as you got into Layla's car.

“You haven’t checked your phone?” Layla seemed surprised, realizing now that you hadn’t paid attention to your phone all night.

“I left it at the apartment” You shrugged, and Layla couldn’t hold back any longer.

“You know, Jack was worried sick about you, I’m pretty sure he and Urb are still at our place” she reached to turn the heater on before pulling out of the hospital parking lot.

You looked at the time on her car dashboard, it had been several hours.

You didn’t say a word, knowing she was about to tell you the truth that you desperately needed to hear.

“We both know what happened tonight was because you are distracted. I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you’re my best friend. Talk to me. If you’re not going to talk to Jack, at least talk to me.”

You started to cry, the words on the tip of your tongue felt like a giant sandbag sliding down your throat. You started crying so hard you could barely breathe.

“Talk to me, you can always talk to me” Layla pulled over, ironically into the parking lot where you and Jack had your first date.

You looked up, seeing the arcade sign and laughing through your tears, feeling like it was a sign from the universe.

“Are you laughing?” Layla felt confused by your mood changing so drastically.

“Remember how I took all that time off so that I could spend more time with Jack?”

Layla nodded, not wanting to interrupt your thought process.

“Well, someone else in my department was supposed to pick up my projects. They didn’t, so I’ve been having to work all of this over time to make sure everything meets deadlines. I don’t think I’m going to be able to go back on tour with Jack, and it’s going to break his heart Lay. I don’t want to lose him.” You were trying not to cry but were unsuccessful as you tried to catch your breath.

“Oh Y/N. Jack is in love with you, he’ll understand. Just talk to him.” She rubbed your back for a brief second.

The drive back to the apartment felt long, the pit of your stomach was uneasy and your entire mouth was dry.

The living room was only illuminated by the TV, Urban stood up immediately following Layla to her bedroom and leaving you and Jack alone.

“Can I turn the lights on?” You mumbled, wanting to see his face better once you spoke.

“Yeah babe” he turned them on for you, rushing over to you to examine your hand.

“Babe” he quietly sighed, “How’re you feeling?”

“Better now, the shots were painful though” You sat down on the couch as he followed closely behind you.

“Can we talk about something?” You avoided his eye contact, making the anxiety he was already having grow more intense.

“Those words feel a lot like a breakup” he nervously mumbled, catching you completely off guard.

“No! It’s nothing like that. I promise” You leaned into him, giving him a reassuring kiss on the lips.

“You always think that! I’m not going anywhere” you winked before continuing making him relax as he laughed in response.

You explained what was going on at your job, your lip trembling as you told Jack that you weren’t sure if you could finish out the tour with him or not.

Jack was silent, letting you vent and get it all out but it was making you more and more nervous.

“Please say something” you begged, grabbing his hand with the one hand you had left that wasn’t injured.

“Quit” he smirked, catching you by surprise.

“What?”

“Quit, I’ll find a job for you on my team.”

“Babe? I can’t ask you to do that though” You were worried he felt pressured.

“You didn’t ask. You told me you had an issue, and I’m solving it. Quit” he smiled, before leaning in for a kiss.

“Quit?” You asked between kisses making sure you heard him correctly.

“Quit, put your two weeks in, whatever you want to call it” he reassured you.

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure” he smiled.

“Well, I guess I made tonight eventful” you laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, Urban and I remained busy” he stood up showing you the pumpkins they carved while you were at the hospital.

“He did two and I did two” Jack winked making you giggle as you could definitely tell which two were his.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 8 months

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1000 Fallowers Special!!!

Dreams

Jschlatt x Fem reader x Ted Nivison

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut, fingering, degrading, blowjob (m receiving), jealous!Schlatt, swearing, PiV

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tags: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️ @youngcreatorlady 💜 @ogelizasoot 🩷 @littleskeletonprincessss ❤️‍🔥

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"Yeah, that feels good doesn't it?" Ted asked, his voice strained.

His cock plowing into Y/n at a relentless pace, sweat forming all over both their bodies as moans filled the room.

"P-please." She cried, her back arching. "I'm so close! Please don't stop!"!

Ted's hand ran down between them, rubbing her clit and causing her to cry out as her orgasm hit her hard.

"That's it, baby. You're so good for me."

"T-Ted...more, please more."

Y/n's vision became hazy, and she started to see two of Ted. Everything went dark right before she opened her eyes.

It was a dream, Y/n thought.

She rolled over, facing Schlatt. His eyes were open and he was looking right at her, a displeased expression on his face.

"Ted, huh?" He asked.

"What?"

"You were saying his name in your sleep."

Y/n felt him slip his hand under the waistband of her pants, and his fingers ran through her folds. She whimpered as he began rubbing her clit.

"And it seems...he can make you just as wet as I can."

"I-it was just a dream."

Schlatt rolled on top of her and slipped his fingers further in, rubbing that spongy spot. Y/n arched her back and moaned, feeling Schlatt's hot tongue lick up her naked form.

"You want Ted inside you?" He asked.

"N-no."

"Don't lie, baby girl. You talk in your sleep, I hear everything."

Jschlatt felt his cock throb at the thought of Ted fucking Y/n, hearing her moans as tears run down her face.

Jschlatt unbuckled his belt, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit and watching her squirm.

"P-please." She whispered.

"Ohh, you want it? You want daddy's cock?"

"Y-yes, please I need you!"

A smirk spread over his face, he gripped her hips and pushed in. Schlatt groaned, the clench of her pussy making him twitch. He began hard slow thrusts, licking and sucking at her nipples.

Y/n gripped the back of his neck and ran her hands up through his hair, making a fist. Schlatt grunted at the pull, and captured her lips in a bruising kiss.

"You like that?" He whispered really close to her ear. "You like when daddy fucks you like that?"

He was plowing into her at a relentless pace, drawing the most sinful noises from her. The feeling of his tip hitting her G-spot with every thrust was too much, she couldn't get a word out.

"What's the matter? Too much?"

Y/n was able to just barely shake her head, closing her eyes as Schlatt's hand closed around her neck. His other went to her clit, rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves and causing tears to spill.

"I-im gonna cum."

Schlatt smiled, leaning forward and pressed his lips to hers, eating up every moan that slipped out.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy."

Y/n cried out, arching her back. Schlatt buried his face in her neck once he felt the heat of her release run down his cock.

"F-fuck." He groaned, spilling his seed into her.

Schlatt rolled over, breathing hard.

"In the morning we're going for a little drive." He said.

Y/n obviously didn't hear him, she was still letting out little whimpers as she recovered from his brutal treatment.

Schlatt smiled and pulled her close to him, kissing the top of her head and rubbing her back.

"Go to sleep, sweetheart. Maybe this time you'll dream of me."

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"Where are we going?" Y/n asked as they passed into New Mexico.

"Where do you think? We're gonna go see Teddy."

"What!? Why!?"

"I can't get it out of my head, you sounded so pretty. The way you were crying out his name, your hands gripping the sheets."

"It was just a dream!...are you-....are you jealous?"

Schlatt kept his focus on the road, not answering her question.

"You are aren't you!? That's why you went so ruff last night!"

"Keep talking and I'm gonna pull over."

There was silence for a few minutes, a smirk tugging at Y/n's lips. She wanted to tease him, but if she kept pushing, he would most likely be pissed off for the rest of the trip.

"...he was thicker."

Schlatt slammed on the breaks and pulled over to the side of the road. Taking his cock from it's confines and pulled her over by the back of her neck.

"Suck, you little bitch."

He pushed her head down onto his cock, thrusting in and out of her mouth. He leaned his head back against the seat and began panting as his tip hit the back of her throat.

"He's thicker, huh?" Schlatt growled. "We'll just have to see when we get there, won't we?"

Y/n gagged and pulled away, wiping the drool away from her mouth.

Schlatts hand wrapped around her neck again as his lips crashed into hers, his tongue invading her mouth and pulling whimpers from her.

He pushed her back into her seat and tucked himself away, getting back on the road and heading for California.

___

It was night when they arrived at their hotel, tossing their bags on the table and took off their coats.

Y/n rummaged around in her bag, pulling out some pajamas. She went into the bathroom and closed the door, a smiled appearing on Schlatt's face when he didn't hear it lock.

She hopped in the shower and let the hot water run down her body. Y/n didn't even flinch when the door opened and she heard clothes being dropped to the floor. The shower curtain opened and Schlatt stepped in, he wrapped his arms around her from behind and kissed her head.

"I love you." He whispered.

His hand trailed down her stomach and his fingers slipped through her folds, gently rubbing her clit. Y/n moaned and leaned back into him, allowing him access to her exposed neck. Schlatt ran his fingers over her throat as he planted feather light kisses against her neck.

"I wanna see you squirt." He growled, "Wanna feel your cum drip down my hand."

Y/n's breathing was shaky, the knot in her stomach returning as he quickened the pace on her clit. Schlatt chuckled and started nibbling on her neck, sucking a dark bruise into her skin.

"S-so close." She whispered.

"Not yet, baby. Hold on."

Y/n's legs trembled and her knees went weak, she could barely stand but Schlatt wasn't slowing down.

"Please...I-im gonna cum."

"Go ahead, princess."

Schlatt smiled, feeling her body react to his words. The flutter of her pussy as her juices coated his fingers, and her cries that filled the echoey room.

He knelt down, holding her to him and working her past her high.

"There you go, that's a good girl."

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"Hey! I was wondering when you two would get here." Ted said, a smiled on his face.

He ushered Schlatt and Y/n into his home and showed them to the livingroom, she sat on the couch and looked over at Schlatt who was watching Ted.

Ted walked around the back of the couch and placed his large hands on Y/n's shoulders, sending a chill down her spine.

Tf is he doing? Does he know? How could he?

"Schlatt tells me you've been having dreams." Ted chuckled, sitting down next to her.

J smiled and sat across on the opposite couch.

"Wet dreams." He said.

Y/n looked over at Ted, she didn't know how to feel. Scared? Or embarrassed?

"It was just a dream."

"So Schlatt tells me. Was he in the dream too?"

"I didn't hear my name. Only yours, man."

Ted leaned closer, trailing kisses down her neck. She looked over at J for an answer on what to do, but he smiled and leaned back against the couch.

"It's okay, honey. Enjoy it." He whispered.

Y/n watched as he pulled his cock from his sweats and started stroking it. Ted's hand made it's way between her legs, putting pressure on her clit through her jeans.

"You like that?" He asked, not really looking for an answer. He knew she did, and that she wanted more. "Stand up, Y/n. Take off your clothes."

Ted sat back and watched as she slowly removed her pants and shirt, her confidence rising once she heard J basically order her to take the rest off.

"Drop the panties too, kitten. Let us see that pretty pussy."

She did as she was told, and allowed Ted to remove her bra. He then pulled her into his lap and held her legs open with his, so she was on display for Schlatt.

"Such a beautiful girl." He praised, stroking his cock harder.

Y/n leaned back into Ted, watching as he wet his fingers with saliva and slid them into her. Her head fell back onto his shoulder as she moaned, feeling him abuse her G-spot.

"Oh, damn. Does he do it like Daddy, babygirl?" Schlatt asked.

"N-no."

Ted smiled, pulling his member from his jeans letting it spring up and tap against her clit.

"We'll see if I can fuck you better than your Daddy." He whispered.

Y/n cried out as he pushed in, the curve of his cock was foreign. Schlatt's jealousy rose, but he wanted to watch. He wanted to see her cry and call out for him, wishing she could have Schlatt as comfort instead of another man.

"Fuck her, Ted. Fuck that pretty bitch."

The taller man smirked, gripping her throat and hammering into her. His fingers worked magic on her clit, but it was so different from J she wanted him. Y/n couldn't deny that the pleasure she was feeling was enough to make her scream but she wanted Schlatt and he knew it.

"Come on, Y/n." Ted moaned. "Let me feel you cum."

Her back arched as she watched Schlatt pump his throbbing member, his head back against the couch and his chest heaving with every breath.

"Make her cum, Ted. Im so fuckin close, man."

"You heard him, Y/n. Cum for him."

Schlatt and her both locked eyes, their gazes were were weak. Both of them were covered in sweat, and panting. He groaned at the mere sight of her, his cock twitched as ropes of cum shot from the tip.

Y/n fallowed soon after and rolled off of Ted, both men smirked at each other and stood up. Schlatt made his way over to her and grabbed her clothes off the floor. He sat her up right and began dressing her.

"I'm gonna order some take out!" Ted yelled from the kitchen.

"K!" The other two yelled back.

As Schlatt pulled her shirt over her head, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss and rested her forehead against his.

"You're thicker."

THE END ❤️

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crumpledfoilmind · 8 months

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We stick to what’s familiar because in this world we don’t know what else to love.

In this is my solemn oath to love you. Sprung forth from the depths of my broken mind. These halves yearn to disintegrate but for the thought that keeps them together, that I love you. That even when the inevitable darkness swallows, I will be there to pick up the pieces. Even though I am in pieces, my soul fragmented and blurry, my consciousness held together by the thread that I-

“Who are you?” says the girl. She has almond-shaped eyes the colour of chestnuts. Evocative of her. I blink, awoken from my reverie. The young lady asked me a question.

“Does it matter?” I find myself saying. I dislike the hardness that edges my tone. Slicing, cutting, needlessly defending. I draw in a long breath.

The girl is still standing before me.

I let my breath out in a measured stream. “I’m no one,” I say in the end.

I want to be no one. I wish for anonymity. It is my true desire, to be considered no one. To have no one think of me. To think of naught. Anonymity would be the start, and the end would be to truly become transparent as a piece of glass.

I do not wish to die. I wish for erasure. Blip. With a snap of the fingers, it could be as though I never was. And so, I sit here on this wheelchair, in this white room with its white furniture and the window behind me, and I wish I could disappear into thin air.

“Who are you?” said the girl, curiosity sparkling in her almond shaped eyes. I liked this girl immediately, though I couldn’t say why. Something about the clearness of her gaze, the openness of her smile, spoke to something deep within me. Later on I’d call it hope, unfurling like the first leaf of a plant growing breaking free of its seed. I don’t know how this stranger drew it out of me. This stranger- it could have been anyone to reach out the saving hand.

But none would have held the clearness of her eye and the honesty of her gaze. I believe that’s what reached into the hidden part of my soul.

I don’t want to live like this, I sought to tell the stranger. I don’t want to feel this way forever. Please help me.

Instead, I smiled a standard smile. I schooled my face into what I hoped was a pleasant expression. “I’m --------, and I’m a -------. What’s your name?”

The girl pushes her hair behind her ear. “I’m -------. I see you here quite often. You look like you could use someone to talk to,” her smile is a little strained, as if she’s said something awkward and wishes she can take it back. “so here I am,” her last words are genuine, but they’re not why I’m blinking, unseeing of what’s in front of me in the present time.

Where was I?

I was thinking of -------, on that day before the days that saw me here like erratic dominoes crashing into one another, and now I’m in a room that is so white and this young lady is asking who I am. She says I look lonely.

I smile in spite of myself. It’s her eyes that caught me off guard. They led me down a path of memories they weren’t supposed to lead. You have her eyes, I nearly say to the girl, but catch myself before she thinks it’s too strange.

“You have traitor eyes,” I said. “They make me want to experience every joy this life has to offer, visit every exotic locale and the magical places near home as well, drink in life as if it’s some syrupy concoction that fills one with so much sweetness that a rapture spreads out from the soul and you just want to keep-“ I stopped to catch my breath, “living. Your eyes make me want to live, and so I’ve utterly betrayed my inner promise of nonexistence,”

She never laughed at me. Never called me dramatic or tedious. She regarded me with a level gaze. “What would you do,” she said in a neutral tone,” if you’d never met me?”

I felt small. My layers peeled away like those of an orange. The voice that came out of me was so raw, so childish, and my throat had clogged so I had to force my words out- “I would feel so empty-“

And the embrace she pulled me in was so complete that I felt I was engulfed by a flame that would burn with me wherever I went.

And now I have to satisfy this young lady’s curiosities, but truth to be told I’m no longer in the mood. Something about remembering ------- has left me deflated, and I just want to be left to my gloomy musings.

“Do you know what it’s like to know all the world’s happiness, and have that taken away from you?” I’ve spoken aloud, blurred the line between the world in my head and the world outside of it, though the two are the same color, so very white, so very empty.

“Hmmm,” says the girl, scrunching her eyes. I can tell she’s not humoring me, that she’s considering my question seriously. “I’d like to know such happiness,” she pauses and frowns. “If it’s to be taken away, I’d still choose to feel it.”

It occurs to me that she may be saying kind words out of consideration for me, a husk who is confined to this white walled place until the end of their days.

Would I have chosen to meet you? You, wherever you are. Would I have chosen to know you knowing one day you wouldn’t be around? This young stranger says yes. But I’m sad I dared to hope. I’m sad I tasted happiness and now long for its memory. My sin is that I dared to-

“———-” says the girl with a suddern decisiveness. “It’s a beautiful day outside. Would you like to join me for a walk?”

Fear clouds my vision. A walk? Choose to leave this white room?

She senses my misgivings, and moves behind me to push open the window. Warmth floods through, purging the stale air, and a flowery scent wafts in as well.

“May I?” The girl pushes my wheelchair around. I squint in the sudden brightness of the sun.

“See?” she says in a light voice. “It’s so nice outside. And that’s the wild roses planted outside your window.”

My mind wanders once more to that strange cache of thoughts. -------, and now this young lady. It’s always been the kindness of strangers. If I allow myself to feel the joy of the world once again, what will happen when I come back to the cold? Corroding, corroding. I shake my head, and that small voice comes out again. “I’m too scared,” I whisper.

“Will you allow fear to follow you forever?” she said, and I shook my head, but just because I’d been caught up in the flow of the conversation. But she, she was too honest, and could sense dishonesty in others.

“Liar. But I won’t allow it to cripple you to the end of your days.”

I allow the girl wheel me to the gardens, where the sun’s rays fall upon my face.

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kaijime · 3 years

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watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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zhongliologist · 3 years

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Breeding Kink Pt. 2 | Dragon!Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!reader

Genre: SMUTTTT!!

Words: 5.2k

A/N: Oh god i have no braincells anymore. Zhongli fcked with my braincells as well. Here ya go. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Happy Birthday as well.

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

PART 1 HERE

It was already deep into the night.

The last of the busy market kiosks has died down, the golden glow of their lanterns flickered off for the day, while the late-night loiterers had gone to rest at their station as silence and the sound of crickets settled in. The harbor has truly gone to sleep after a rough day’s work, and will rise once again at early dawn.

Yet inside the bedchambers of a certain married couple, things were still heating up.

“Z-Zhongli…! Please…!”

You held on to the silken sheets tightly with face flushed and sweating. Every now and then, a moan would escape your lips, savoring the moment where ecstasy was at its peak. It felt good—really good—as your husband Zhongli thrusted sharply into you.

“YN…” he growled beside your ear as he bent down, kissing the bare skin of your shoulders. “YN…I’m close…haa…”

He could feel all the pleasure welling up inside of him. You were holding on to him like a vice grip, as if wringing him out of his seed and coaxing him to come inside you. Zhongli felt his dick twitch at the thought of filling you up, pushing him closer to his climax.

“Aahhh…so g-good….mmnn….! Zhongli…! I’m gonna—”

“My love…I-I…!”

—!

“Mama? Papa…?”

A knock at their door, followed by a small voice stopped the both of them in their tracks.

Oh no, not again…

Looking at each other, you and Zhongli immediately scrambled to compose yourselves.

“Yuqing…ah, please stay where you are—"

“Honey, just a second! Let me…let me just find my slippers—”

Hurriedly, you grabbed your discarded robe on the floor and put on your sandals, while your husband raced to the adjacent bathroom to relieve himself. “Love, I’ll be there in a moment. Please take Yuqing back to her room in the meantime,” was what he said.

As you opened the door, you were greeted by curious amber eyes—the same as her father’s—who seemingly stared at you as if trying to assess the situation. She was carrying her favorite plushie, a geovishap hatchling, for some reason, while you knelt down and caressed her cheeks gently.

“Yuqing? What’s wrong?” you asked her, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

“Something jumped from the window, Mama…! I…I don’t want to go back!” She replied, almost in a whisper as she held on to the plushie tightly.

Your daughter’s words immediately caught your attention. It could just be a squirrel, or maybe something more dangerous. Nevertheless, you have to go check it out.

“Alright, honey. Let’s see what it is,” you replied as you carried her on your arms. “Mama and Papa can easily hunt monsters down!”

Yuqing blinked at you. “Hm? But where’s Papa?”

“Oh, uh…he just needs to pee,” you replied awkwardly, not totally forgetting what you two were doing a while ago.

By the time you arrived at Yuqing’s bedroom, you were greeted by a calico cat which was carrying her own young into the room, staring at you both with scrutinizing eyes. It seemed to have taken a liking to the room and decided to take shelter there. You instantly knew what was the matter.

“It’s a mama cat!” Yuqing exclaimed happily, jumping from your grasps as you muttered “be careful!” at the ecstatic child.

“Don’t come too close to it, honey,” you told her, sitting on the bed as you watched your daughter crouch near the animal to observe it. “The mama cat doesn’t like it if you touch her kittens. She might scratch you.”

“Oh…” your daughter murmured disappointingly, and then returned to your side when she had enough watching.

Looking down to her, you could really see how much Yuqing resembled Zhongli—the same eyes, the same dignified yet gentle countenance. Her hair was a little lighter but it’ll probably turn as dark as Zhongli’s when she’s older. You smiled at the thought of watching your daughter grow—a few years ago, she was still so small and fragile as you held her for the first time, but now, she’ll be turning six, and then eleven, and then little will you know, she has become such a fine lady.

Pulling her into an embrace, you caught the child off guard as you smothered her with kisses.

“Mama!” She protested, but was giggling at the same time. “Mama…what are you doing!”

“I just love my dearest Yuqing!” you exclaimed, but then stopped to pat her head gently. “Now, are you still scared?”

The dark-haired girl shook her head with a smile. “I’m ok now, Mama! It was just a cat.”

“Alright,” you smiled as you began tucking her in again. “We’ll talk in the morning what we’ll do with the cat, but right now, it’s time for you to sleep. Little girls need to sleep for them to grow big, okay?”

“Understood! Good night then, Mama!” Yuqing replied underneath her blanket, as you gently soothed her head. The whole time, you continued to do it until she had finally fallen asleep, soft snores coming from the small child which made you smile warmly.

By the time you returned to your bedroom, you could see that the bathroom lights were still on. You were waiting for Zhongli to swing by Yuqing’s room earlier but for some reason, he’s been caught up in the bathroom this whole time. It also seemed like your husband had heard you enter the room and began calling for you.

“Dear…! Perhaps you could come here for a moment?”

Curious about what was going on, you then stepped into the bathroom and only to be greeted by a much larger, more draconic Zhongli. You could only stare at the large protruding horns on his head, the scales on his arms and legs, and the tail that was swinging back and forth between his legs. Not to mention the large thing on his crotch that made you do a double take at the mere sight of it.

Zhongli closed his eyes as soon as he noticed your stunned expression. Despite how he looks, he still had a bit of his self-control intact.

“YN, I think we have a problem here,” he told you as calmly as he could.

“I might be going into heat again.”

It was finally D-Day.

The both of you spent the last week trying to prepared for this, because unlike the first time, you had responsibilities. For one, Yuqing had to be taken elsewhere and away from the carnage. It will not bode well if your child is there while your husband is being one horny dragon.

The people both of you know where highly dangerous though. Among the rejected list was Childe, Hu Tao, and Venti, with the last one loudly lamenting how he couldn’t have fun with Yuqing in Mondstadt. Keqing and Ningguang would be great but they’re busy with work, while the adepti wouldn’t have enough skills and patience to babysit a child for a week, even if it was the child of the former geo archon. That’s why in the end, you asked Lumine and Aether to take care of your daughter for a while—they were at least, safe enough not to put Yuqing in danger. Hopefully.

On the other hand, you had to prepare yourself for another bang of your life. The first time had caught you off guard, but this time, you were prepared to satiate your half-dragon husband to the fullest. You had also prepared yourself to conceive another child. Well, you really were planning to, but it was the night when Yuqing interrupted you two.

“Dear?” A head peered into the kitchen—or rather, a head with two horns.

Zhongli’s dragon features seemed to be staying longer and longer the nearer his heat approaches. Luckily enough, it wasn’t much of a rare sight in Liyue.

“Oh, morning, Zhongli. Should I brew you some tea?” you asked, busying yourself with breakfast for your family of three.

“It’s alright. I’ll do it,” he replied as he stepped in beside you, preparing the hot water to be boiled.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this in silence. You were concentrating on not getting the congee burned while he was trying to get the proper temperature of the water.

In the end, it was Zhongli who broke the silence.

“Will you be alright later?”

You whipped your head to his direction. “H-huh? What? Me? Oh, I’ll be fine!”

“Are you sure?” he asked, turning to you and caressing your cheeks with the tip of his sharp claws. “If only I could assure you that it will be painless.”

“Zhongli,” you called his name firmly as you flipped an egg. “You have never hurt me, and you never will. I survived the first time, right? We have Yuqing running around after all.”

Your words seemed to have magically melted his worries away, no matter how tacky you thought there were. But you didn’t know that Zhongli simply needed your assurance that it will be okay, otherwise, he’d go into a spiral of worry. Comforted by your presence, he crept his arms around you, hugging you from your side.

“Ah, my wife…my lovely wife…” he muttered happily as he nestled his head on your shoulder, savoring your scent and your warmth. “You’re really my wife…”

You giggled at his sudden show of playfulness. “That I am, sir.”

For Zhongli to be this affectionate, it seemed his heat has really gotten to him. Normally, he’ll reserve these kinds of actions for the both of you late at night, but right now, he’s incredibly clingly and wouldn’t stop following you wherever you go. For the most part, he really loves taking in your scent and running his hands around your body.

Soon enough, you hear the loud and rapid padding of feet on the floor as it dashed towards the kitchen where the two of you were. In a few moments, Zhongli was face to face with his own daughter who grinned gleefully at him.

“Mama, Papa!” Yuqing exclaimed as she clung to you like her father.

“Now young lady, what brings you here early in the morning?” Zhongli asked mischievously, still hugging you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Lumine and Aether! They’re coming right? They’re coming!” she almost shouted, arm tightly adhered to your leg.

“In about half an hour, darling,” you replied. “Now, are you both aware that I’m trying to cook here? I can’t move!”

Instead of letting go however, Zhongli tightened his hold of you while nuzzling deeper on your shoulder while Yuqing did the same on your leg. You grumbled. “Like father, like daughter.”

Giggling, Yuqing glanced at her father who was tightly clinging to you like she was.

“Papa, do you like Mama?”

Zhongli, for a moment, smiled at her warmly before replying. “Very much so, my dear.”

You could only hide your flustered expression at his words. But of course, it made your heart skip a beat, even after marrying him and having his child, Zhongli could still make you feel this way with just a few words.

It was a good thing that Yuqing changed the subject before your heart could explode.

“Papa! You have horns!” she exclaimed and pointed at Zhongli’s head.

“Oh? Is this your first time seeing it?” he asked as he knelt to the floor. “Do you want to touch it?”

Zhongli could definitely see his daughter’s amber eyes sparkling with curiosity as she slowly inched her way closer to him. Yuqing may look like him, but she definitely has your temperament. The way she sees the world with so much wonder and excitement reminded Zhongli of you.

“Can I, Papa? Can I?” she asked, her small fingers reaching out for them.

“Yes, you may, my dear.”

Bending down, Zhongli felt Yuqing glide her fingers at smooth surface of the horns. “Be careful though, the tips should be sharp enough to wound you.”

Filled with wonder, the child gazed at Zhongli with amazement. “Papa, are you a dragon?!”

“I can become one.”

“Does…! Does that mean I can be a dragon too?!”

Aahh…You smiled at the two of them as you finished the last of your cooking. “Alright now. Let’s have breakfast. The twins will be here soon if we don’t hurry up!”

“Aether! Lumine!”

The dark-haired girl immediately ran towards the twins right after you opened the door to greet them, incredibly excited for the week ahead. Aether scooped her into his arms right away as Lumine pinched her cheek for being so adorable.

“We’re extremely grateful to you two for agreeing to take care of Yuqing,” you told them bashfully. “It was hard to think of anyone reliable and willing to do it in such a short notice.”

“It’s okay, YN,” Lumine replied, “We’d love to have Yuqing around anyway! Right, Aether?”

Distracted with playing with Yuqing, Aether turned to Lumine who was looking at him pointedly. “Huh? Oh! Oh yeah! We’re gonna play a lot!”

“Let’s play house again, Aether!” Yuqing interrupted, “I’ll be the mommy, Lumine will be the aunty and you’re the daddy!”

A large, tall shadow loomed over the twins from behind you. “I prefer if you’d arrange the designations in a different way.”

“Oh, Zhongli.” You turned to your husband who was menacing enough to make the male twin tremble like a leaf, especially in his half-dragon form.

“M-Mr. Z-Zhongli!” Aether immediately felt a chill run down his spine. If anything, he felt an overprotective dad is way scarier than all the monsters he battled so far.

“Good morning Mr. Zhongli,” Lumine greeted the man calmly with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about anything! Yuqing can be the mommy, I’ll be the daddy and Aether’s the dog.”

“Good.”

You could only smile awkwardly at the whole exchange. If this continues on, Zhongli might change his mind and insist his daughter to stay.

“Alright, here’s all her clothes for the week as well as other stuff she needs,” you interrupted as you shoved a bag on Lumine’s hands. “Please don’t hesitate to call us if something happens.”

Lumine only glanced at you with a plastered smile. Bothering them isn’t something she’d really want to do.

“We will, YN,” Aether replied and then exchanged looks with his sister. “I think it’s time for us to take off now though.”

“Alright. Come on, Yuqing, let mama and papa kiss you goodbye,” you told them as you reached out for your daughter who easily climbed out of Aether’s arms.

Crouching down, you and Zhongli embraced your daughter tightly, kissing her cheeks several times until she began protesting. With Zhongli chuckling, he patted her head gently while reminding her of several things.

“Now young lady, be of your best behavior. Don’t make Lumine and Aether worry too much.

“I will, Papa! Can I have almond tofu as a reward then?”

Zhongli smiled at her amusingly. “Alright. Do we have a contract then?”

“Yes! It’s a pinky promise!” Yuqing held out her pinky and linked it with Zhongli’s, who was careful not to scratch her with his claws.

“Don’t forget to drink your vitamins and eat your vegetables, ok? And sleep on time. Be careful not to go anywhere without telling Lumine or Aether!”

Yuqing sighed, “Yes, yes, Mama. I will.”

Ruffling her head, you finally kissed her forehead while Zhongli did the same.

“Don’t forget to have fun!”

As she ran off to Lumine’s side, the both of you stood up.

“We’ll be going then. See you after a week!” Aether exclaimed as they began to take the steps down the porch.

“Bye, bye, Mama, Papa!”

With that, the three of them disappeared and went off their way.

Glancing at your husband, it had finally dawned on you that this was only the beginning.

“So, should we get started?”

He asked, and you froze.

“W-wait…! Zhongli!”

“What’s the matter?”

Your husband asked you, as if he wasn’t pinning you against the wall, nuzzling against your neck as he took in your scent. You could feel his warm breath against your pulse, his hands on your waist as he continued to pepper small, faint kisses on your skin.

“It’s…it’s the middle of the day…a-and…and…!”

“You never had an issue with that… are you getting shy, my love?”

You could sense the teasing tone in his voice as he nibbled on your ear, without ever the intention of removing himself from you. Flustered, you pursed your lips as you bit down a moan.

“N-No, I’m not! It’s just…!”

“It’s just what?”

Zhongli smirked at your unexpected bashfulness, urging him to tease you more to see more of that adorable expression of yours.

“I-I mean, we just sent off Yuqing…and they might return or something—”

“Oh, they won’t.” Zhongli gave your jaw a small hickey. “Or at least I’m sure they are well aware not to bother us.”

“H-Huh…?”

Without furnishing you an answer, he simply knelt down before you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to hold you down. Looking down, you could see him smirking mischievously at you, making you gulp.

“Why don’t we get you ready, my love?”

Slipping his head underneath your skirt, you instantly felt his lips on your thighs as he kissed his way up towards your core. You could feel yourself melting at the heat of the situation; the sensation of his warm tongue prodding your clothed entrance.

“Z-Zhongli…! Mnhh…!”

Even with your underwear on, you could easily feel him stimulate your sensitive clit as he circled his tongue around before sucking it. Your knees buckled immediately as you found your hands holding on to his horns, careful not to pull too much.

“You’re so drenched here, YN,” he told you, his voice vibrating against your sensitive parts.

“D-Don’t say that! O-Ohh…! Fuck!”

You couldn’t even tell him off properly as soon as he slid of your underwear and began to tease your hole with his tongue. You could feel him go in and out as his warmth filled you up. But it wasn’t enough, of course. After getting a taste of the real thing, nothing could satiate you other than him.

“Zhongli…oh god! Ah—!”

Without stopping, he continued to lap on your juices and stimulate you until you were at the edge of orgasm. You could feel your legs grow weak and the only thing keeping you from falling to the floor was his tight grip on you as he ruthlessly ate you out like a hungry man.

Peeking from underneath your skirt, Zhongli watched as he gradually pushed you closer and closer to your climax. His bright amber eyes filled with lust as he stared at your half-lidded eyes and trembling lips; crying his name out loud over and over again. He wanted to take you then and there, push his cock inside you until you were filled to the brim; his hard on was excruciatingly painful inside his pants, but he had to be patient and get you ready for him.

“Come for me, love,” he muttered, circling his tongue around your clit once more and sucking it.

It only took an instant for you to shiver and tremble in pleasure as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your skin felt like a surge of electricity passed over you as your knees buckled and your arms held on to his shoulders to stop you from falling over.

Removing himself from underneath your skirt, Zhongli then scooped your weak figure and carried you on his arms towards the sofa. He had you sitting on his lap facing him while you encircled your arms around his shoulders and waiting for your high to calm down.

For a while, the both of you stayed like this. Zhongli kept on giving you small pecks on your neck and shoulders, slowly divesting you of your clothes as he went around your body. It was slow and sensual; unlike the first time he was in heat.

“H-Hey…you too…” you purred, kissing the underside of his jaw.

He only hummed at you; his hands busy with getting your skirt off of you. “Yes?”

“Let me undress you too.”

Zhongli reigned in his urges as soon as he heard your suggestion. His face flushed as he watched you slowly remove his tie and unbutton his shirt to reveal his toned chest. Groaning at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin, he knew he only had a few moments left before all his self-control could fly off the window. But it was incredible, he could only feel himself grow even harder.

Soon enough, you were already on the floor kneeling before him. Zhongli felt himself tense up at what you were about to do, but had to strength left to stop you from doing it. Silently, he watched as you glide your hands on his things and then to the prolific bulge on his pants. You could feel him poke you earlier while you were sitting on his lap, which gave you the idea of blowing him off.

Gradually, you undid his belt and pants and finally take out his monstrosity of a cock. Zhongli gave a guttural groan as he felt your hands pump his shaft tentatively, his claws biting at the soft leather of the sofa.

It wasn’t the first time you saw his cock, and while it was impressive in normal days, the one right before you was definitely befitting of a dragon. You hesitated.

H-how did this thing fit inside of me before?!

Nevertheless, you continued on. It was massive but it was definitely hot, seeing Zhongli sitting there in front of you with a flushed face and his cock out. Timidly, you gave the tip a small peck as you slowly allowed your tongue to glide over it.

“Y-YN…that’s…!”

Empowered by his reactions, you then licked the underside of his shaft until it was glistening wet with your saliva. Eventually, precum began to ooze out of the tip and curiously, you began licking it as well, sucking it in the process.

“Ughh…! F-fuck…YN…! I’m really—”

Trying to bob your head up and down, you could only fit so much of him inside your mouth as your jaw tried to accommodate his size. But you felt your core tighten up and become wet, thinking that this cock will eventually fill you up to the brim with his cum.

Zhongli was rapidly losing it. He wanted to cum, but he wanted to cum inside of you and have you bear his child. He wanted to see your cunt filled with his seed until it oozes out of you, and then plug his cock back inside of you to fill you up once again.

No, this won’t do.

“YN…! Y-YN…! P-Please stop! Mnnh—!”

He held your chin to make you stop—the way your lips left a trail of saliva to his dick tempted him push it back inside your mouth—but he had to end it there, right before he came inside your mouth. Slowly he guided you towards him; confused as to why he stopped you right before he was about to come, you moved back to his lap where he gently caressed you and wiped his fluids from your cheeks.

“Let me kiss you, my love.”

In a soft and gentle kiss, Zhongli captured your lips. You could feel it radiating with love and warmth as he slid his lips over yours, his tongue darting inside, as if trying to fill his senses of you and only you. You both kissed until your lips were swollen, until you felt him rub his shaft against you unconsciously, making you moan in the kiss.

“Z-Zhongli…” you gasped for air. “Are you…holding yourself back?”

With those amber eyes, he gazed at you seriously—all the while keeping your lips closed to his.

“Is it a sin to treasure you so much?”

His words caught you off guard, but eventually, you smiled. Zhongli never failed to express his love for you. He was gentle and kind, a good husband and an even better father. Brushing a few stray locks of hair from his sweat-riddled face, you kissed his forehead as a way to show how much you appreciated his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you for thinking about me, Zhongli,” you remarked, “But right now, I really want you to let loose and fill me up completely with you.”

With eyes blown wide, Zhongli felt himself twitch at your words—his arousal no longer hidden. Grabbing the back of your head, he then crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss lidden with passion and lust. He bit and licked on your lips while his hand groped your full breasts, pinching at your nipples to make you gasp against his lips.

“Then so be it,” he smirked. “I’ll make you completely mine.”

Guiding his shaft to your slick entrance, he pushed himself inside of you in one go—making you squeal at the sudden sensation of being penetrated. It took some time for you to accommodate his large cock, but eventually, your cunt was drenched so much that it hadn’t become much of an issue.

“Z-Zhongli…! Oh god—fuck! …s-so big…!”

You began riding him, moving up and down on his lap while Zhongli continued to make you feel good by playing with your breasts. You could feel his sharp claws make indentations on your skin, but not hard enough to draw blood, but it was a strange sensation which only heightened the pleasure of having his dragon cock thrusted inside of you.

“Hnnghh!! Y-YN…!” Zhongli winced at the sudden tightness, and began to distract himself from cumming by licking on your pert nipples until they were red and sensitive.

With pleasure attacking you from different parts, you could only mewl as Zhongli gradually turned you into a lewd mess as you felt him twitch inside of you. Soon enough, he’ll be cumming inside of you, and that would the first among many others for this entire week. If his first heat said anything, Zhongli wouldn’t stop mating with you until you were fertilized with his seed.

The thought did nothing but coax you to your climax. You could feel yourself tighten around him as he pounded into you mercilessly, your juices mixing together. Zhongli was also close. He was already extremely aroused, and it wouldn’t take long for him to climax.

“A-Ah—! YN….! L-love…I’m…I’m close…!”

He muttered with face flushed and breath ragged.

“Yes…! Oh god, yes…! P-Please, Zhongli…! Ah—! F-fill me…fill me up…!”

In just a few thrusts, the both of you came at the same time. He pushed deep inside of you and came; his warmth filling you up until he was spent. You were still shivering with pleasure when he pulled you in for a kiss, his tongue once again ravishing you with so much intensity that it could be argued that he made you come once again with just a kiss.

Reeling in from the afterglow, you could still feel him hot and hard inside of you, as his breathed hard against your neck. You were no different though—the way your mind was still covered with a haze of lust, or the way his cock inside of you felt so good as it hit a particularly good spot. The aphrodisiac you got from Dr. Baizhu seemed to be quite effective.

Removing yourself from his embrace, you staggered to stand up with your limp legs, but managed to crawl on fours right beside him.

Zhongli was both bewildered and disappointed to have your warm body away from him, but when you pushed your ass before him and gazed at him with sultry eyes, he felt his heart rate pick up the pace.

It was embarrassing to show your cunt dripping with your juices and his cum, but you didn’t really care much. You were too entrenched with arousal to feel embarrassment.

“Z-Zhongli…let’s…let’s do it again…?”

Grabbing your ass, he spread you out even more, and even slapped your butt lightly. Zhongli could definitely see his cum dripping out of you and promptly scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back inside of you.

“P-Please…! Zhongli…I—!”

He smirked. “Very well.”

Without warning, he slid himself back inside of you; making you bite back the remaining words. It felt incredible having him inside. It was hot, as if you were burned and electrified at the same time. Your mouth hardly had the time to close as he continued to piston in and out of you.

This time however, Zhongli began playing with your oversensitive clit, groaning loudly at how you tightened your walls around him. You squealed in delight as his cock hit a particularly good spot, making you cum sooner than expected.

“Oh…o-oh god! Z-Zhongli….! Zhongli…! A-ah…!”

Yet despite your premature climax, he continued on—thrusting inside of you and prolonging your orgasm. It was so good you could feel tears pooling the side of your eyes as he plowed your sensitive cunt.

“You came, didn’t you?” he asked, his lips once again on yours. “I’ll make you come again soon enough.”

True to his promised, Zhongli picked up his pace and fucked you as roughly as he could. You knew there will be bruises after this but the pleasure was greater than anything for you to care about. The way his cock just fills you up, hitting your g-spot over and over again relentlessly, or the way his groans just sends shivers down your spine.

“F-Fuck…! Fuck…!Z-Zhongli! I’m—! I’m gonna…!”

“Yes, love...! Haa….come for me…! I’ll fill you up with my seed…”

Once again, you came from the overstimulation—your arms failing as the pleasure was greater than anything you experienced so far.

“F-fuck…YN…a-ah—!”

With that, Zhongli suddenly bit your shoulder as he pumped more of his seed inside of you, which only overflowed from your hole. You mewled at the mixture of pain and pleasure, unable to distinguish the one from the other, but you knew it felt extremely good.

Zhongli was silent for a while as he lapped on the bitemarks he had made. He was glad that he hadn’t bit too hard, but for some reason, he also liked how you were marked as his.

“Allow me to take you to the bedroom,” he whispered to you as you nodded your head groggily. Sleep was beginning to approach you fast.

Unsheathing himself from you, you winced at the sudden feeling of emptiness. But it was immediately remedied by the feeling of his warm body near you as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Slowly, he laid you down on the soft mattress and eventually joined you there, embracing you from the back.

“Let’s rest for now,” he muttered right before your eyelids fell heavy. “We’ll need it for later.”

And he was right.

For the next few days, the two of you tainted every room inside the house (well, except for Yuqing’s bedroom).

From the kitchen where Zhongli fucked you from behind, bending you on the counter as he emptied himself inside of you—to the bathroom where cleaning up turned into another round where he slowly entered you while underwater—or on the floor, which was only because you couldn’t reach the bed because he was too horny for his own good.

It was only then, as the both of you rested from the last round which took all night and early morning, that you realized how much time had passed.

“Mama! Papa! I’m back!”

Your eyes shot open, and glanced at Zhongli who was staring at you as well.

“Oh no.”

#genshin impact #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #nsfvv #schlongli

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miam0re · 3 years

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very much thinking about artem taking a day off just to breed his lovely wife in hopes that they'd successfully create a baby......

Anon my dearie

bless your mind for giving me more ToT thirsts

Baby Making Holiday | Artem Wing

NSFW, Fem!Reader

This man is a perfectionist, he has your period cycle and ovulation cycle marked on an app on his phone. You don't know that but if you did, you'd know the reason why he's at it like rabbits during your high ovulation days.

A ping on his phone brought his attention away from the case files. And there the notification was.

"Ovulation. High chances of getting pregnant: >29%"

The sudden distraction of having you round with his child sent blood flow up to his cheeks and down to his growing boner. He groaned as he shifted in his seat, trying to calm the sexual urges forming in the pit of his stomach.

But alas the carnal desires in him won over. They always did, now that you were all his, his darling wife.

"Celestine, I'm taking the rest of the day off. I have other matters to attend to. Please reschedule all my meetings."

Artem informed the baffled woman who never in her whole career saw the senior attorney take a day off.

Other matters included swerving through traffic to find the quickest way home to you. He thanked the stars that today was your off day. Unfortunately with what's about to go down, you might have to take a holiday tomorrow.

Usually when he comes home from work, he'll greet you with a sweet kiss to your forehead and go to freshen up, then follow with a basic dinner and movie.

But not today.

Desperation being his driving force, he strode into the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Before you could express your shock of seeing him home so early, he had you lifted in his arms, hands squeezing your thighs and mouth moulding against yours.

You didn't complain when he carried you to the bedroom and pulled off your clothes in hurried motions.

"Today, your ovulation is the highest. We should try our best today."

His whispers in your ear sounded so hot as he prepared you by thrusting his fingers in your pussy.

Your pussy which will soon be flooding with his seed.

He'll make you cum on his fingers first. You need the lubrication for the number of rounds you'll be having.

And when he inserts his dick into your slippery cunt, there's no stopping him.

"I'll definitely get you pregnant this time. Today... nghh... today is the perfect day. I even...ahhh.. took a holiday. Will keep filling you up."

It surprising how talkative he can be while pounding into you, constantly wording his fantasies of see you pregnant with his first child, starting a small family with you, and then growing it, impatient to see you have his second child as well.

Your ankles will be hooked around his shoulder as he repeatedly thrusts his cum back into you. Leaving nothing to chance, he will surely cum into you multiple times until you're drunk on his cock, bubbling incomprehensible words.

"Darling...I love you so much. Just once more...to be sure..."

He'd groan loudly, curving your body perfectly for him to prod your cervix and have you drool for him. Gone is the man who blushes every time you kiss his cheek before he left for work. Gone is the man whose hair is brushed in flawless.

You've awoken a beast.

After the so many rounds of stuffing you with his cum(you're practically swollen; a little pressure on your tummy and you'd be gushing his cum), he would still refuse to pull out, even when you're crying at the overstimulation. He'll just kiss your tears and rub your knuckles.

"I'm sorry Love, just bear for a while. Give it some time."

Lot's of kisses to your face and hands, singing praises of how you'll be the perfect mother for his children and he would feel like the luckiest man in the world if his child is just like you.

After lots of sweet whispers, you'll fall asleep out of exhaustion, your caverns still plugged with Artem's dick, feeling so full of him.

"I'll be here with you always, my Love. I'll be the most perfect father and husband you could ever ask for."

Oh Artem, you already have one checkbox ticked.

#mia.mail #mia.smut #mia.anon #tears of themis smut #mia.writes #tears of themis artem #tears of themis #artem #artem wing #artem x reader #artem smut #artem wing smut #mia.thirst

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hollandsmushroom · 3 years

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Could you maybe do a smut where the reader never had a big o, and Sarah and kie got her a vibrator, and she thinks no ones home while she’s using it but jj is home to check on her and they end up doing a mutual masterbaustion

First Peak || JJ

okay but literally i feel so attacked by this because my friend told me that and i straight up pulled up bellesa asked her about her vulva and then picked out the vibrator i thought she would like best lmao. (not me answering this imediately)

word count: 1366

warnings: Smut, mutual masturbation, use of a toy

"Wait wait wait" Sarah stopped, looking at you with wide eyes and her mouth dropped open. "You are telling me that you have never had an orgasm?" Kie was looking at you with a similar expression to Sarah. "JJ has never given you one?" she clarifies.

"Um" you stuttered, stalling with heat rising through your body, you were embarrassed at yourself, the fact that you had never cum, never made your own toes curl. Your hand brushed over the back of your neck anxiously, worried about their reactions. "No, we um, we haven't really gotten their in our relationship" you muttered it, they had heard you earlier when they were talking about their best highs and you had blurted out that you didn't have any to rank.

"Oh we need to fix this, Kie, give me a phone" Sarah stuck her hand out, still intently wanting you as she waved her hand around gesticulating for a phone which Kie promptly set in her hand.

"We gonna find them a toy?" Kie inquires, scooting closer to Sarah on the log. Your eyes widened at her words, this wasn't the way that you thought this was going to go, you thought that they would be shocked and then they would move on but alas your friends were too good, they wanted to assure you felt good in every way possible.

"You bet your ass" Sarah exhales as she taps violently away at the screen before turning the phone to you "Which one do you like?" you were speechless at the sight in front of you, the screen filled with so many toys of all shapes and sizes, it was nearly intimidating and also...arousing?

"I don't exactly know what I am looking at" you mutter, scrolling through the options, was that a...tentacle shaped dildo? Some toys looked more appealing than others but you didn't wanna get too adventurous, you wanted to play it safe, not get too adventurous with something that you were going to have to learn the basics with.

"Just choose whatever you think will feel best" Sarah suggests, nudging you with her shoulder "And don't worry about the price, I'll just use my dad's card"

"Won't that show up on his credit card history that like...you bought a vibrator?" you looked at her in shock.

"Nah, it usually just says that I bought like a really expensive blouse from a boutique or something" she laughs before pointing back to the phone. "Now chose something!"

"Okay okay, I think I like this one" you spoke as you clicked on the icon of small bullet type vibe and handed her back the phone.

"Good choice for your first toy, I think you are gonna have A LOT of fun" she chuckles, adding the item to the cart and typing in here fathers credit card number. "It should show up at your house soon, let us know how it goes after" she wiggles her eye brows at you and returns to the previous conversation.

A week later the small unmarked package arrived on your front doorstep and even the concept of it had you fluttering in between your legs as you ran back to your room, closing the door and falling onto your bed, tearing open the cardboard and pulling out the small oblong with a soft button on the bottom to control the speeds, pressing the button and feeling how it shook in your palm.

"Oh fuck" muttering to yourself as you examined the object, feeling how it felt as it rolled across your skin before apprehensively rolling the plastic toy between your legs, your eyes immediately rolling back at the sudden pleasurable sensation. It felt like nothing you had ever felt before this insane sensation of a cold burning and it made you want to scream, so that is exactly what you did, letting the euphoric sounds escape your gaping mouth.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Why are you screa-holy fuck" a familiar voice came into your pleasure filled haze making you shoot up, your eyes rolling back and settling on a slightly burnt and sandy looking JJ leant against your doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes wide as he examines the scene in front of him with joy.

"Fuck-uh-JJ!" you cry out, pulling the toy from between your legs and eyeing your boyfriend timidly.

"Don't stop on my account, seems like you were having fun" He was smiling at you, a genuine smile that also contained strong hints of temptation and arousal.

"Are you serious?" you gape at him, the toy still vibrating against your thigh, still tempting you, any apprehension that you would normally have melting away by the pure horniness that was burning against your skin.

"Oh yes, you think I am gonna pass up the opportunity to watch you get yourself off? You are strongly mistaken" he mutters, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, pushing you back with the force of his kiss. His fingers were dipping beneath your waistband, teasing the heated skin with his calloused touch. “Can we talk these off, wanna see you” he mumbles, pulling back and toying with the buttons on your shorts, you couldn’t form words, too wracked with lechery to truly convey how much you wanted him to take them off, to leave you bare for him to see. “Words, babe, need words”

“Yes, JJ, fuck, please” you groan and he doesn’t waist a second, pulling you off your clothing and letting your core become exposed to the air, the coolness of the room reaching your heat and making you gasp.

“You look so pretty, baby, so fucking pretty” JJ sighs, examining your cunt as he pulls back, tugging at his own shorts catching your attention.

“Wait, J babe, I am not ready for us to um” you stutter.

“Oh no, baby, no I know, I just um, I was gonna get myself off while you do you, like if thats alright” his ring clad hand scratched at the back of his neck anxiously thinking that he had overstepped.

“Fuck yes please” you whimper, setting your toy to the side and undoing his cargo shorts, tugging them down as he watched but you were intently eyeing his hard cock, your mouth watering. “Oh fuck yes” falling back against the bed you pull him down with you his cock brushing your stomach before he wraps a hand around it, tugging at the flushed flesh as you grasp out for your vibrator, bringing it to your now exposed cunt making your cry out, JJ watching you with hungry eyes as he kissed your lower lip passionately, drinking in the sounds of your moans as he groans against your chin.

“Fuck fuck fuck” moaning against your skin, it was burning everything was burning for the both of you and JJ was fighting a fast approaching orgasm, it was hard not to rush to the peak when he was watching his beautiful partner fuck themselves beneath him, he could hear the sounds your cunt was making and watched the way that your face pinched as your wrist hit his thigh while moving your toy.

“JJ, fuck, I-I-I’m think I’m cu-” you cut yourself off mid word with a loud cry, your back arching up into his chest as he sped up the pace of his hand, spilling his seed onto your bare abdomen, milking himself for everything that he had as he heard you get wetter and wetter, it was nearly overwhelming how hot it was.

When everything calmed down, JJ rolled off of you panting as he looked over at you with inquisitive eyes.

“What did you mean you ‘think’ you were cumming?” he asks, brushing his hand over your cheek(the on that wasn’t just on his dick)

“Oh uh, I had never had an orgasm before” you mumble, looking away from him as not to see his judgmental face but when he was silent you looked back at him, finding a soft smile on his face.

“Well I am glad I was here to experience it with you” he grins cheekily as he moves to press his hot mouth to yours.

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jaesqueso · 3 years

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Proving a point (m)

pairing: boyfriend!renjun x fem!reader

summary: renjun had enough with his friends doubting his dom skills so he decides to prove them what he’s capable of

word count: 1,773

warnings: masturbation, fingering, oral sex (giving), unprotected sex (when in doubt don’t go without!), choking and hair pulling, voyerism/exhibition kink

a/n: I never thought I would write renjun smut but he insists on staying in my mind for no reason so I had to... @odentist you didn’t ask to be tagged but you encouraged me to do this so this is your fault too 👀 do give me some feedback! ❤

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

As you’re laying in bed busy scrolling through your social media, you don’t even notice your boyfriend blankly staring at the ceiling as his phone keeps buzzing on the side. You hear him huffing and finally grab the device and scroll through the messages on the group chat.

NJM: renjun is really soft

LJN: how could he ever dom someone like Y/N

ML: I don’t see anyone doming her like ever

LDH: I could dom her… just saying

NJM: yeah right

LDH: I could!

LJN: would she let you though…

ML: you guys are drifting from the point

NJM: right!

NJM: renjun!

NJM: are you insisting you could dom someone?

HRJ: ok, that’s enough

HRJ wants to share live video with everyone

ML: what is that?

ML: is it a virus?

LJN joined the share

LDH joined the share

NJM joined the share

LDH: c’mon mark!

ML: ok, alright!

ML joins the share

You feel a soft hand caressing your stomach, slowly moving up around your breast to your collar bones to suddenly grab your neck with a strong grip. You gasp, dropping your phone on the bed, and look to your boyfriend only to notice his phone right in your face.

“The guys keep saying I’m soft… It’s starting to upset me.” Renjun coos from behind the phone. “Should we show them what really happens in this room?”

You nod as best as you can having your neck mobilised. In your sex life together you always took turns in the lead as you’re both ok with being dom or sub, but you had noticed how bothered he has been lately because his friends don’t believe his dominant skills, specially with those angelic facial features.

Renjun takes advantage of your open mouth and lets a string of saliva fall on it leaning down after to kiss your lips before he releases your throat. You swallow his spit and breathe in deeply to refill your lungs, you were no stranger to breath play but this time he really caught you off guard.

He removes the covers off of you and the phone follows the lines of your body, head to toe and back. You look him in the eyes waiting for his instructions, for some reason the thought of his friends watching whatever he’s about to do to you is already soaking your panties.

“Take off your shirt.” He says in a stern voice and you follow his request immediately.

With his free hand he roughly squishes one of your breasts and his mouth sucks on the other one. Making sure the camera is picking up everything he occasionally slaps your boob as he gives your nipple some love bites. You hiss in between soft moans that escape your mouth.

He does that for a while and then leans back to show his friends your abused breasts. Renjun moves down on the bed tapping your leg.

“Open.” He simply says and you already know to spread your legs wide for him.

He moves his phone close to your core running a finger through your slit over your panties. Even with the dim lighting in the room the wet patch in the fabric is pretty clear. He pushes it to the side and runs two fingers between your folds catching some of your juices, then holds his hand up to the camera so the others can see it glistening.

In a quick swipe he removes the last piece of clothing on you and leans between your legs centring your eager pussy on the screen.

“Play with yourself.” Renjun looks you in the eyes and you bite your lip moving a hand down your body.

Your fingers find your clit and you start rubbing circles on it. While you’re focused on your task, in between moans you feel two of his fingers sliding easily inside you. His hand moves in sync with yours so you decide to test the waters slightly speeding up your movements to see if he would do the same. Unfortunately that only made him stop, removing his fingers and getting up to stand next to the bed.

“Did I tell you to go faster?” He says in a harsh tone, his phone capturing your face.

You shake your head not moving an inch.

“I’m gonna ask again. Did I tell you to go faster?” He raises his voice and you know he wants you to use your words.

“No.” Your voice is shaky. “I’m sorry-”

“You’re sorry? Come here and show me.” He looks at his pants then back at you and you know exactly what to do.

You kneel in front of his crotch and massage his bulge.

“No teasing.” He grabs your jaw and you gulp.

You tug at the waistband of his sweatpants and yank them down his legs, followed by his underwear, eyes never leaving his. Renjun lets go of your jaw once his member is free, standing tall in front of your face.

You start licking the tip tasting the pre-cum that’s oozing out. Your tongue moves along the whole length getting it all wet and ready for you to take him in. One of his hands caresses your hair getting it out of your face while the other holds his phone capturing all your moves.

You start sucking the tip of his dick and slowly move your head forward to take more of him in your mouth. His hand that was caressing your hair now grabs a chunk of it pushing you until your nose touches his stomach. You almost gag but close your eyes and breathe through your nose ignoring the fact that his dick is inches away from the back of your throat.

“That’s it, take it all in.” Renjun praises you. “You’re such a good girl.”

You open your eyes to look up at him, tears forming as he loosens his grip on your hair for you to bob you head. As you keep sucking him you can see he’s holding back his moans probably so his friends won’t hear.

Once he’s fully erect inside the warmth of your mouth he pulls out leaving a thread of saliva and pre-cum behind.

“Get on all fours.” He instructs and you quickly get into position.

You moan as he lands a loud smack on your ass and then scream his name when he pushes himself into you without any warning or a trace of mercy.

“You love to be filled up like this don’t you?” He asks staying still inside you.

“Yes!” You reply in a moan. “Your cock always feels so good inside me.”

“Well if you like it so much, why don’t you fuck yourself on it?” You know this is not a question, but an order.

As he stands still you move your hips away from him only to bring them back making his dick go in and out of you. You keep moving like that, earning an occasional slap on the but that gives you motivation to keep fucking yourself on his length. As you start feeling a knot form inside you, you know you need him to take the lead.

“Please Renjun…” You beg still moving your hips. “Please fuck me like only you can.”

“You can’t cum on your own, uh?” He asks in a cocky tone as you vigorously shake your head. “Pathetic.”

He removes his member off of you and flips your body so you’re laying on your side. One of your legs is pushed over his shoulder and he gets back inside you. He now thrusts into you hard and deep as you moan uncontrollably.

The phone is still held up high enough to capture all the action, from your abused pussy to the fucked up expression on your face. Renjun feels you getting closer to your orgasm by the way your clenching around him so he slows his thrusts.

“Don’t you dare cum before I do.” His stern voice goes straight into your core and you bite your lip hard so you don’t cum right there and then.

You close your eyes as he resumes his strong thrusts, clenching your hands on the sheets of your bed as little whimpers escape your mouth.

“You look so desperate, I love that look on your face.” You open your eyes at his words and are confronted by his phone right in front of you.

The thought of his friends being on the other side and seeing you so desperate to cum was not helping your fight against your orgasm so you did the only thing you could think of to drive your boyfriend crazy.

“Shit…” Renjun curses under his breath as you clench around his length rolling your hips just the way he likes it. “You really want to cum that bad?”

“Please Renjun!” You plea knowing you won’t last much longer.

“Alright then.” His voice his shaky now so you know your little stunt is working. “Cum with me, now.”

He takes his hand to your clit but he barely touches it before you come undone on his length moaning loudly. That triggers his own orgasm making him spill his seed inside you. Your body shakes in pleasure and his grip on the phone tightens not to drop it on you as he rides off both your highs.

He then moves the device closer to your core as he slowly takes his dick out. He smiles as he shows the boys his cum dripping out of you while he plays with it pushing it back inside.

When Renjun feels your body relax he cleans you up with a piece of clothing discarded before. He then climbs back on the bed pulling you to his embrace. You curl up on his side hiding your face on his neck.

“Who’s your daddy?” He asks holding up the phone to show both your faces.

“You are, daddy.” You smile against his skin.

“Good girl.” He shows a cocky smile to the camera. “Are you tired?”

You lazily nod.

“Ow, can you handle round two though?”

You lift up your head to face him and nod vigorously while biting your lip.

“That’s my girl.” He gives you a peck on the lips before he continues. “Now, say goodbye to the guys.”

You look at the camera with an ecstatic look on your face and wave.

HRJ stopped sharing live video

NJM: NO

NJM: FREAKIN

NJM: WAY

ML: was this real?

LDH: ok maybe I couldn’t dom her…

LDH: how did he not break with that look on her face?

LJN: I take it all back… RESPECT RENJUN!

#czennet #nctcreations #kpopscape #renjun smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #gimme gimme feedback #thanks for reading

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rosesbxrry-main · 3 years

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Reacting to you accidently taking aphrodisiac

Warning: NSFW

Characters: Todoroki Shoto, Aizawa Shota and Hawks with Female Reader

Summary: You had accidently eaten a chocolate gifted from a friend that was aphrodisiac. When he came home, how would he react?

- Todoroki Shoto.

Clueless boy

He would definitely be surprise by you aggressively pulling him by the neck, kissing him roughly on the lips by the entrance of the door way

This boy is touch starved himself, dealing with stress he faced during hero work

So, he actually wouldn’t notice that you were being intoxicated

He found your neediness to be such a turn on, liking the way you beg him to fuck you and how loud your moan would be than normal

There were a few things he notice that were out place

Your body was slightly hotter than normal when his lips travel around your body

and you were much more bolder, telling him to trust harder or pulling his face so close to your wet pussy that all he could smell was your juices

But he finds the way you acted arouse him so much more and he honestly was captivated by the moment

The next morning, you found yourself waking up with Todoroki holding you by the waist

Sitting up, you felt a jolt of pain at your hips before realizing that you were naked with an equally naked Todoroki as well beside you, sleeping soundly

Panic creep in and the memories of you feeling light headed and hot after eaten a piece of chocolate from a friend comes flooding in

And then the recollection of you and Todoroki having sex while you were intoxicated filled your mind

You can’t help but feel embarrassed at the way you acted, the fact that you literally beg and cling onto him to fuck you was horrifying to you

So, when he woke up and you explained to him about the situation, showing him the box of aphrodisiac chocolate

You apologize profusely, thinking that he was uncomfortable at the way you acted especially since Todoroki doesn’t like to be force to do something he doesn't want to

I mean, you literally threw yourself against him without warning

But he pulled you lightly onto his lap, arms circling your waist

“I think it was kind of hot”

His breath tickled your ear as he whisper those words seductively, a smirk evident on his lips as he watch your face turn red

Because of that, you found yourself reading the ingredient list of any sweets and snack you eat

- Aizawa Shota

Can tell immediately that something was wrong with you

Aizawa is a very observant man and he knows your action and expression well enough to know that your were intoxicated with something

When he came home after patrol, he was surprise to see you were still up but the moment your eyes land on his figure, you hug him with force, lips instantly attach to his neck

“Y/N?”

He tried to call out to you, arms gripping your shoulder to you push a few distance away from him

Not showing sign of stopping, he decided to bind your upper body up with his capturing cloth to a sofa at the living room

You squirm when you couldn’t feel his body against yours

Aizawa lightly place a palm against you cheek, feeling that you were warmer than usually

“Y/N, what happened to you?” His voice was laced with worried, brows furrowed in concern

“I-I don’t k-know” You pant out, face flushed, looking at him with teary eyes. There was an aching feeling between your legs and the urge to feel his skin against yours heightens but you were left bound to the sofa.

Aizawa massage his temple until he spot a box of chocolate at a side table

His brain immediately lights up and he rush to read the ingredient list until he saw the word that confirms his suspicion

“Shit Y/N-” He showed you the box of chocolate “-this chocolates contain aphrodisiac”

This explains why you were so needy, to the rise in temperature of your body and the way your face was redder than normal

Aizawa is pissed at how reckless you were. What would happen if you had eaten this in public instead? So many bad scenarios he could imagine and it was making him slightly annoyed

“Shota-” The sound of you moaning his name echoed in his ear

You were dress in an oversize shirt and he watch as you open your legs wide enough for him to see the dark wet spot on the middle of your panties

There was so much want your eyes that it’s starting to make him a little aroused

He could feel the familiar tightness of his pants, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he salivate at the sight of your wet outlined pussy against the cotton fabric of your panties

You finally let out a sigh of relief when you feel his lips against your clothed core, wet tongue circling on your folds before he push your panties to the side

“You’re gonna get a huge lecturing tomorrow”

- Hawks

“I want to suck you”

When you told him those words the first thing he arrived at home, it took a while for him to process those words before he smirk

This man thought that you might be a little bit more hornier than usual since he had been busy with hero work causing the both of you to not have any time to be intimate

He lets you suck him, head leaning against the headrest of the bed with you between his legs on your hands and knees; mouth sucking at the tip of his cock with hands fiddling with his balls

He can’t help but notice how warm your hands and tongue were, the sensation edging him more than expected

“W-wait b-baby, I’m about to fucking cum- shit” He groan as he cum into your mouth, clutching your head as you continue to suck his cock

Breathing heavily, he slowly recovers from his climax

but when he watch you climb on top to straddle him, your hand gripping his sensitive dick against your wet entrance, his eyes widen and hands launching forward to take a hold of your wrist

“B-baby, take it easy. I haven’t prepare you- ughh ahh”

Hawks let out a groan when you pump his length, feeling the overwhelming sensation of overstimulation after just ejaculated

“Hawks- I want you inside me-” He watches your eyes filled with lust, mouth agape as drools soon escape your lips.

In his eyes, you look like a cat in heat, hungry to have her mate’s seed inside her womb

Though he liked the sexy look on your face, he can’t help but think that something was definitely wrong with you

“Hurry Hawks, I want to feel you inside of me, filling me with your cum until it drips out- god, fuck me until I can’t walk straight- please- ahh!”

He push you until he tops you, wings spread behind as thrust his dick inside your core, feeling your walls clenching tightly onto him

Whatever it was, he couldn’t take it anymore

He’ll figure it out later when his done messing you up

and boy did he

Hawks had woken up before you did and heads towards the kitchen after cleaning you up before spotting a box of chocolate half open on the kitchen aisle

curiously, he read the content of the box and he let a small chuckle when it all adds up

He can’t wait to tell as soon as you wake up

expect a lot of teasing from him, he won’t let this opportunity go to waste to poke fun at you

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animensfw-smut · 3 years

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¿Father!submissive!aizawa x daughter!dominant!jealous!reader?

something like,the reader saw his father being with another woman and she gets jealous,because she does not want a mommy,his daddy only needs her,his daughter.

the reader's jealousy causes him to tie his father and ride him until he overstimulates him, reminding him that no other woman will make him feel like his little princess does.

Sure! Thanks for requesting.

Sorry for the late update 😅

INCEST ALERT! DON’T LIKE DON’T READ.

Reader is a teaching assistant at UA.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, Incest, bondage, overstimulation, semi-public sex, cock ring.

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*(y/n)’s pov*

Who does she think she is? I glared daggers at her hand, placed on daddy’s shoulder.

“Aizawa-sensei! Please can you discuss what we’re teaching tomorrow with me?” I placed a smile on my face as i asked him. With his approval, i dragged him out of the staff room and back to his classroom.

It was deathly quiet as all the students had already went home. For precaution, i locked the door behind me.

*Third pov*

Aizawa sat on his chair, a raised brow gracing his features,

“So? What did you need, princess?” She didn’t say anything, walking up to him and twisting his tie with her fingers.

“Who was she?” (y/n)’s hands undid his tie, wrapping it around his wrists and then tying it to the pole behind the chair.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh daddy, you don’t need her. She won’t satisfy you like i do.” With a seductive smile, her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing her clothed core against him.

“She was-- Mm...” His words were stifled into a messy kiss, (y/n)’s tongue sliding into his mouth and entwining with his.

She broke from the kiss with a string of saliva attached to their lips,

“I don’t want to hear her mentioned from your mouth.” Rubbing her thumb over his bottom lip, she began to grind against the steadily forming tent in his pants.

“Just sit here and I’ll make you forget about her~” Her fingers hurriedly undid his pants, her mouth watering at the sight of his cock. She felt her arousal pool in her panties as her hand gripped his aching cock.

“Ngh...” Aizawa groaned softly, rolling his hips up. She continued to pump his length, her thumb rubbing against the tip and eliciting loud groans from him. Her eyes flicked to his, staring at his pleasure-filled face, a hot red blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Daddy, you’re so cute...” She squeezed his cock gently, Aizawa’s hips thrusting up at the sudden pressure. His hands gripped the tie, tugging at it as white hot spurts of cum covered (y/n)’s hands.

“Mmm~” A ‘pop’ sound echoed in the room as (y/n) sucked the cum off her fingers. Her cunt throbbed with the need to be filled with his cum. Aizawa visibly relaxed when he thought it was over and he could be untied.

“Nuh uh.” She tutted as she slapped his thigh,

“We’re not done yet, daddy~” She dug into her zipped up pocket, taking out a cock ring. (Don’t ask me why she keeps it in her pocket...)

Aizawa’s eyes widened, the colour draining from his face,

“No, princess. A-Anything other than that.” (y/n) pouted,

“But daddy, this is the only way to punish you~” Without hesitation, she placed the cock ring on him, making it vibrate. The extra stimulation made him close his eyes, his whole body tensing. (y/n)’s eyes roamed over the sight before her, his cute flustered expressions making her let out a moan,

“Daddy, you’re too cute~” She kneeled before him, her tongue sticking out to lick against the tip. The salty taste making her close her eyes, a joyous hum escaping her mouth.

“P-Please, princess...”

“Hmm?” She hummed against him, his cock throbbing with precum sliding down his length.

“I-I want to cum...” A whimper left his throat as he wrapped his legs around her head, forcing his cock down her throat. She choked, tears springing to her eyes as he continued to thrust into her mouth. The warm, wet feeling paired with the vibrations at the base of his cock was enough to make him cum, but he couldn’t. (y/n) dug into her pocket, flicking the vibrations to the highest setting. Aizawa visibly shuddered, his movements stopping as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“G-Gonna cum, princess...!” A sly smirk appeared on her face as she pulled her lips off his cock, a sting of saliva still connecting to her lower lip. All the vibrations abruptly stopped. Aizawa whined,

“P-Princess, please...” Slowly, she dragged the cock ring off, burshing it over the prominent vein running down his cock at the same time. He let out a groan and she hummed before stripping herself of her panties, her fingers running along her slit and gathering up her wetness.

“Daddy, only this pussy can satisfy you, right?~” His pupils widened at the sight before him, his cock red and thribbing. (y/n) hovered over his cock, the tip nudging against her folds, wet with her arousal. Aizawa struggled to contain the urge to break free of the binding and rail her on the desk.

“Y-Yes, only you can satisfy me, princess. No one else~”

Sinking down onto his cock, she moaned out in bliss, the feeling of being full sending her thoughts into overdrive. Her hands pressed against his chest as she rode him, the chair squeaking at the sudden force. Aizawa groaned out loudly, finally able to feel her walls around him. Her back arched as his cock continuously bumped against her clit everytime she lifted herself off him.

“Ah~ Daddy, your cock is so big~” She whispered into his ear, the squelching sounds drowning out her voice. His hands clenched around the tie tightly as he used the tie as a way to thrust up into her cunt with force. (y/n)’s eyes widened, her mouth opening wide as drool escaped her mouth.

“N-No, d-daddy...!” She was struggling to gain control, but the only thing on Aizawa’s mind was to fuck her until he came.

“Shit... Princess, y-you feel so good... Your tight cunt wrapped around me...” The overwhelming sensation caused him to cum in no time, filling her cunt up with his seed. It overflowed and spilled out from her cunt, making a sticky mess on his thighs.

“More...! I want m-more of your cum, daddy!” Her drool dribbled down her chin as she revelled in being full and warm inside. Her cum leaked down his cock, adding to the sticky mess. (y/n) continued to bounce on his length, fucking herself on his cock.

“P-Princess, i can’t--” Aizawa pleaded, the pleasure being too much for him. She didn’t care, the only thing on her mind was to make him cum over and over again.

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Aizawa huffed a sigh of relief as his arms wrapped around (y/n)’s figure, the tie discarded on the floor.

“Princess, you don’t need to worry. You won’t be getting a mummy anytime soon~” (y/n)’s head rested on his chest as she slowly dozed off, the reassurance enough for her. He adjusted their position, his eyes closing as he realised how much of a mess they made. Their fluids had stained the fabric of the chair they sat on, and the floor needed to be cleaned as well.

“Sigh... You’re so much trouble...” As he said this, a soft smile formed on his face.

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A/N

Sorry for the very late update, but i hope you enjoyed this!!!

The next request would be: Shigaraki x Innocent! Reader.

#shota aizawa #aizawa shota #aizawa x reader #shota x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha #mha x reader #my hero academia #anime smut #tw.incest

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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Prompts 18 "Are you wearing my shirt?" and 100 "Call me selfish, but I don't ever want anyone else to touch you." with F!MC and Mammon.

Is it okay if the MC isn't the one on top? I've been seeing a lot of top!MC lately and I need something different lol.

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#18: “Are you wearing my shirt?”

#100: “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

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Mammon was her first. He took that position to heart, even if he never verbally expressed it to her. He would show it in his actions; saving her food at dinner if she was running late so that Beel wouldn't devour it, bringing her an umbrella if it began to rain, allowing himself to get soaked in her place. He would be at her side throughout the day, helping her in any way he could, despite how he would sometimes push her away when she would become openly affectionate with him, worried that she might catch on to his hidden feelings for her; he still enjoyed being as close to her as he could, despite this.

But she was slowly being dragged away from him by the hands of another. His younger brother, Leviathan, was slowly encroaching on his time with MC. He would drag her to his room for nights of gaming and watching movies, keeping her until the wee hours of the morning and having her lose sleep. But she was clearly enjoying herself, so what right did he have to tell her not to spend her time so freely, despite it being with his brother?

This pattern continued on for what seemed like weeks, until Mammon couldn't take it much longer. He need to get away from them, hearing them laughing and hollering together in his brother's room whenever he would walk by. Who knows what else the two of them would be doing, alone. All he could picture was Leviathan's hands on MC's body, touching places the Avatar of Greed longed to reach for and take as his own. He hated the picture of MC beneath his brother, smiling up at him when she should be smiling at the Great Mammon.

The images kept dancing around in his mind as he laid out on his bed, growling and thrashing around a bit before finally getting to his feet. He needed to get out, do something, anything to get his mind off of her and his brother. He shrugged on his jacket, pocketing his phone and wallet, before heading out of his room and down the hall towards the entrance of the house.

Before he could make it to the front doors, however, he was stopped in his tracks by MC and Leviathan, walking with their arms linked towards his bedroom. He sneered at the sight of them, trying to ignore them as he made to walk by. But MC saw him and ran up to grab his arm as well, tugging him towards her.

"Mammon, Levi got the latest season of 'My Daughter is a Werewolf But I am Also a Werewolf So Where Do We Go From Here!?' Want to come watch it with us?"

He eyed his brother for a moment, his frown only deepening when he saw the annoyance on his face. "Nah, MC. Don't wanna impose on the two of ya. Have fun."

His tone was nasty and made MC take a step back to look at his face quizzically, but before she could say anything further, he pushed past her and disappeared out of sight. He cursed to himself as he descended the steps leaving the House of Lamentation, and got lost on the streets of the Devildom.

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She paced the floor of his bedroom, constantly glancing at her phone screen in hopes that he would be calling or texting her. She had tried several times to reach him, but he never answered nor replied to her worried messages. It made her heart ache that he had been gone for hours at this point, the time on her screen reading almost 2am.

The moment she saw Mammon leave, she wanted to follow him, but Leviathan had stopped her. He urged her not to worry about him, he was just being "Stupid Mammon" per usual, but that filled her with rage. She scolded Levi for his cruelty towards his older brother, and left him in a huff, disappearing into Mammon's room to wait for him to return. She wanted to be the first to see him when he got home, and make sure he was alright.

Time seemed to etch on more and more, and she eventually found herself curled up on his couch, trying her best to fight off sleep. She had finally lost out on that fight when the door to his room opened, and the Avatar of Greed walked in, looking worse for wear.

He threw off his now tattered jacket, and winced at the pain in his left cheek when the fabric brushed it. He was in the middle of taking off his alcohol soaked shirt, when he finally noticed her.

He walked over to the couch and kneeled next to her, brushing her hair out of her face. "MC...what are ya doin' in my room?"

She stirred at the sound of his voice, her lashes fluttering until her vision focused on his face. She shifted from her lying position to throw her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "Mammon, you're home! I was so worried about you! I thought something might've happened to you, you didn't return my calls, or anything!"

He frowned slightly, pulling himself free from her hug. "Why would ya worry about me? Weren't ya busyin' yourself with Levi anyway? Ain't nothin' goin' on to worry yourself about."

She pulled back a bit, as if his words had slapped her across the face. But before she could retort, it dawned on her to look closer at his features. A dark bruise bloomed under his left eye, the lower half of the lid swelling and making his eye close. She reached up to touch at his face, but he stepped back out of her reach.

"Mammon, what happened?"

He huffed. "Some decided to get mouthy with me, I mouthed back, and he threw his drink at me. So I fought his ass. Got one good swing in before I leveled him out."

She frowned at this, but reached out for him once more, grabbing him by the arms and pulling him in. "I'm glad you're okay, Mammon. I came to your room to wait for you to come home. I wanted to be here to see you..."

He felt those words tug at his heart, but he refused to look at her. He knew he would crumble if he did. "Well, ya saw me. So ya can go back ta your room or whatever now. So g'night MC."

He tried to pull away, but she held fast, refusing to let him go. She needed to address what was clearly bothering him. "Mammon, I need you to know that nothing is going on between me and Leviathan."

She felt him tense, but continued. "I've been spending a lot of time with him, yes, but only as his friend. He wanted company, so I gave it to him. But, Mammon...," she reached up to cup his face, finally getting him to look at her. "My heart belongs to you. I love you, my first man."

His eyes widened slightly, and darted around her own, looking for any trace of doubt. When he found none, with a deep growl, he pressed his lips roughly against hers his hands possessively gripping her to his front. She whimpered into the kiss when he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, walking them both towards his bed.

"No takin' that back now," he growled against her lips, before dropping her on his bed and climbing atop her. His mouth latched on to the skin of her neck, sucking the spot right above her pulse. A high gasp left her throat as her hands buried in his white hair.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she sighed, before tugging his head up so she could kiss him deeply.

His hands worked their way under the shirt she wore, finding her breasts bare and he groaned into her mouth as he squeezed them, pinching her nipples slightly as they grew taut from the work of his palm. He pulled away from the kiss to pull the shirt over her head, when he suddenly paused for a moment.

"Are...are you wearing my shirt, MC?"

She giggled, taking over where he started by removing the shirt and tossing it over his shoulder. "I missed you, so I grabbed one of your shirts to feel closer to you," she admitted, the flush in her cheeks spreading to her chest.

He growled once more, only this time much deeper, as he quickly worked her out of her shorts and underwear, exposing her cunt to the cool air of his room. He shimmied out if his own jeans as well, tossing his clothing aside as he nestled between her thighs. His cock pressed against her folds as if he was meant to fit with her, like pieces of a puzzle, the warmth of her skin against his almost intoxicating. He rutted his hips, allowing her slick to coat his shaft, as he leaned his head forward to capture her lips in another deep kiss.

He groaned into the kiss, pulling away a bit to press his forehead against hers, rolling his hips a bit more until she began to whimper his name.

"Please, Mammon...please, make me yours..."

He hissed a swear as he shifted his hips, his head breaching her entrance and stretching her walls with his girth. Her head pressed back into the pillow, mouth lulling open as he filled her deeply. Once he bottomed out, he paused, a hand running along her side to help soothe her. A sharp exhale left him when he felt her walls flutter and tug him in, and he began to move, his pace slow and languid as she felt each drag of his cock.

He pressed his face to her breasts, groaning into the warm flesh there as his thrusts picked up pace, the slapping of skin slowly filling the silence next to their panting breaths. Her hands trailed along his back and up into his hair, where she felt the points of his horns beginning to peak out as he moved faster and faster within her.

A mix of her name and growls of 'Mine' left him as he was lost in the throws, his arms wrapping tightly around her middle to hold her flush against him. He bit down at any spot his mouth could reach, leaving teeth marks and love bites to bloom on her skin. She cried his name when her orgasm took hold, making her walls tighten around him and pull him into his own, his seed filling her up with his warmth.

He let himself collapse onto her frame, his face buried in the crook of her neck where he peppered languid kisses on her marked up skin. She sighed contently, running a hand along his back, while the other mussed his hair. His own sigh left him, as his arms came around her possessively once more.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch ya," he mumbled against her skin. "I want ya to be mine, and mine alone, MC."

He raised his head to look her in the eye, his own golden blue shinning as she looked into them. Her hands cradled his face as she leaned in to kiss him lovingly. "I'm only yours, my Great Mammon. No one will ever lay a finger on me, I promise."

He smirked at her, pulling her tighter underneath him as he bit on her cheek and earlobe.

"I'm keepin' ya to that promise, babe. Your Great Mammon doesn't like to share."

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Taking Chances Chapter Five: Paris Revealed (Stories/Memories)

AO3

Marinette flinches back as the room erupts in shouting. The younger boy, who was definitely younger than her and yet almost (if not definitely) taller than her, was fiercely glaring while he screamed at Mr. Wayne in….was that Arabic? The man that walked in with him was waving around the knife in his hand while Dick yelled at Mr. Wayne, his face filled with confusion instead of fury. Glancing around for a way out, Marinette makes eye contact with Alfred who nods behind him. Sneaking away from the group of angry men, Marinette follows Alfred into the kitchen and instantly feels at home. And much calmer.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, breathing deeply to avoid spiraling again. Alfred simply hands her a cookie before turning around and putting water in a kettle.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Marinette. It seems Master Bruce has forgotten all sense today and is instead insistent on acting like a fool. It was wrong of him to announce you like that, without preparing you or the boys beforehand. I do hope that his atrocious display of proper manners doesn’t make you want to leave.” Alfred says, and Marinette’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Was he? Was Alfred actually blaming this situation on Mr. Wayne? Was it Mr. Wayne’s fault? Did he not actually hate her? Did he just make a mistake?

“I- what?” Marinette says, unsure of herself.

“You, my dear, are not at fault. Your father didn’t tell any of his sons that you were coming to the manor today, or that you existed in general. And judging by your face, you weren’t prepared for the boys to be here either.” Alfred clarifies.

“Oh. No, I wasn’t. Mr. Wayne just said that he wanted to get to know me, and he knew I wanted to get to know him. I- my birth mother passed away. But my Maman knew her, so I can find out from her how I’m similar to Bridgette. But neither of my parents knew Mr. Wayne, and I just wanted to know if I was like him, I guess. I didn’t even know who he was until two days ago.” Marinette admits.

“As in you found out Bruce Wayne was your birth father two days ago or-” Alfred trails off, waiting for her to clarify.

“Oh no. I found out the name of my birth father awhile ago. It’s just- I really don’t pay attention to celebrities. The only ones I really know are designers. So I didn’t put two and two together, and I didn’t even know about Bruce Wayne and Wayne Enterprises until a few days ago. My friend Adrien made me google him and that’s when I found out about...the boys.” She says, stopping herself from saying her brothers as she was still unsure if Mr. Wayne actually wanted her like he wanted the others.

“Well I’m certain that things will start to calm down shortly. In the meantime, would you care for some tea?” Alfred asks, holding up the kettle. Marinette nods gratefully, trying hard to stop her inner spiral from drowning her.

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“What do you mean daughter?” Damian snarls, finally switching to English. Bruce blinks at the boy before sighing.

“I mean, you have a biological sister.” He says, tired and wishing he had been able to convince Marinette to go somewhere else. Not that he didn’t want her to meet her siblings. But it definitely wasn’t the laid back first meeting that he wanted.

“You mean half-sister.” Damian spits out, crossing his arms and sticking his nose into the air.

“Shut up, Demon Spawn. She’s our sister, get over it. Where’d the kid come from? Her mom drop her off?” Jason asks, obviously trying to actually understand the situation.

“No. I first met her at the Museum and had my suspicions. She’s in Gotham on a class trip, and before you ask, yes. We had a DNA test done and yes, I am her father.” Bruce says, frowning when he sees Dick’s hurt expression morph into one of excitement.

“Wait, wait, wait! Was she the girl who was sassing the Joker?” He asks quietly, practically buzzing with excitement. When Bruce nods, Dick cheers and runs from the room. Okay then.

“Wait, she met the Joker?” Jason asks, his expression turning dark. Bruce watches his son’s face morph into one of disgust when he puts it together. “She’s the French kid he had at gunpoint, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Which is one of the reasons why we both thought the manor would be a more appropriate meeting place rather than somewhere public.” Bruce says, sighing as Damian once again starts screaming. This was not what he had planned.

---

After just a few minutes with Alfred, Marinette already felt calmer. Calm enough to giggle at another story about something that one of the boys- one of her brothers- did. Calm enough to let her guard down. And mess up.

“If you wanna see something ridiculous, you should look up the 26th time Monsieur Ramier was akumatized into Monsieur Pigeon. He made all the buildings turn into bird cages and all the food turned into bird seed. Luckily it didn’t last long, but seeing the Mayor of Paris stuck inside a giant bird cage was kind of hilarious.” Marinette rambles, giggling at the memory. It was definitely a needed akuma, situated right between two super destructive akumas. Monsieur Pigeon was, while a nuisance, always a breath of fresh air. His akumatized form was brought on by his fierce protectiveness of the pigeons, which luckily never led to death for civilians.

“Pardon me, Miss Marinette, but could I ask what you mean by ‘akumatized’?” Alfred asks, his posture suddenly stiff. Marinette’s eyes widen as she realizes what she just did. She told someone outside of Paris about the situation happening in Paris. Well crap. Normal Parisians didn’t know about the media block that she had set up with the help of the Mayor and Max. But after her calls to the Justice League were ignored, and she realized how disastrous it would be for a member of the League to be akumatized, the media block was the best choice. Time to act clueless.

“Akumatized, as in, a person is possessed by an akuma? Surely you’ve heard of it. It’s been happening in Paris for almost two years.” She says, hoping he doesn’t ask to see any evidence. This isn’t good, this is awful, this-

“And what is an akuma?” Alfred asks. Okay, this isn’t too bad.

“It’s an evil butterfly sent out by the villain, Hawkmoth.” Marinette says, giving out more information than she’s really comfortable with. Okay, time to change the subject, no more questions about heroes or villains or-

“Marinette!” A new voice calls, sliding into the kitchen, almost immediately falling over.

“Master Dick, have you forgotten about your ban on the kitchen?” Alfred asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

“Awww, Alfred, I just wanted to talk to Marinette. I feel bad for all of us overwhelming her back there.” Dick says with a pout that somehow doesn’t look ridiculous on him. Despite obviously being at least ten years older than her.

“Don’t feel bad. It was just...a lot all at once.” Marinette says with a small smile.

“So I have to ask, are you the one who sassed the Joker at the Museum the other day?” He asks, a wide grin on his face as he sits on one of the stools. Marinette’s eyes widen and she blinks. How?

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t a big deal though. He thought I was a Wayne- well, I guess he figured it out before I did- but I think he just wanted to scare my class.” She says, waving her hand to brush off the topic. She really didn’t want to talk about the Joker. Because she was sure it would turn into-

“I apologize for asking, but have you been caught up in the villain attacks in Paris before?” Alfred asks, Marinette instantly panicking. Sure, she’d been caught up in almost every single akuma battle as Ladybug. But there were a few on record where she was targeted as Marinette, and even a few battles that she assisted as Marinette. And then there was Kwami Buster…

“Well, a few. But basically everyone in Paris has dealt with it at some point. That’s just what happens when there’s an attack so often, you know? And my school seems to be a hotspot but that makes sense because teenagers are full of negative emotions and-” Marinette cuts off her rambling, cursing herself on the inside. Great job, Mari. Now they’re going to be worried or they’re going to think you’re a freak or-

“What do you mean negative emotions? Why would that matter?” Dick asks, his previous cheerful smile replaced with a look that clearly meant business.

“That’s how the villain chooses his targets. Negative emotion. If someone is having a bad enough day, he can take control of them and give them powers and basically destroy the city trying to get to Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are our heroes. I only know what’s been posted on official sites like the Ladyblog or miraculousparis.org.” Marinette says, smiling apologetically and hoping that this conversation can be over.

“Have you ever been akumatized?” Dick asks, tension suddenly filling the room.

“No, thankfully. I’ve found ways to manage my negative emotions so that they can’t take me over. I don’t blame anyone who has been akumatized, it’s hard not to be. But, I also don’t think I’d be able to forgive myself if I was akumatized.” Because then her family would be a target. Because Hawkmoth would know her identity. And if Hawkmoth’s insistence on her being akumatized was anything to go on, she’d be a devastating akuma. And if Ladybug wasn’t fighting in the battle….would the cure even work?

“That is a lot of pressure, Miss Marinette.” Alfred says softly after a moment of tense silence. Marinette grins brightly.

“I can handle it, don’t worry!” She says, hoping no one can tell how hard it actually is. How hard it is constantly being strong. Never truly feeling a negative emotion.

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Bruce winces at the faux cheerfulness in his daughter’s voice. He had only found out about the Paris situation a few days ago, but he was determined to fix it. Find a solution. Do something to help the city and by extension, his daughter. She’d be going back there soon. Back to a city that was being held hostage by an emotional terrorist. Bruce would fix this. He had to.

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alcinadimitrescuwu · 3 years

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Creating the Perfect Vessel (Alcina x Mother Miranda Fanfic)

Warning: NSFW

Alcina paced alone in her office. That morning she had gotten a note from one of Miranda’s ravens saying that Miranda was going to meet her at Castle Dimitrescu to discuss “an important matter.” But about what Alcina could not even begin to imagine. She noticed at the last Four Lords meeting Miranda had been looking at her quite frequently, an analytical look coloring her grey eyes. She did not flinch as Alcina made eye contact with her, almost defying her to ask why she was staring at her so intently.

A knock on the door broke Alcina out of her reverie. “Enter,” she commanded.

Miranda stepped into the room and Alcina quickly stole to her side, genuflecting before her and kissing the back of her hand. “Welcome to Castle Dimitrescu, Mother Miranda,” Alcina said graciously. “To what do I owe this honor?”

Miranda smiled softly, although it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She pulled Alcina back up to her feet and began walking up and down the length of the room herself, a habit Miranda often fell back into when she was contemplating something.

“You are aware by now that I have designs on finding the perfect vessel to resurrect Eva,” Miranda said without preamble. Her dove-colored eyes clouded over with pain as often occurred when she talked about her lost daughter. “And I do believe I have found the perfect one.”

Alcina couldn’t help but be surprised. “That is most fortuitous news indeed, Mother Miranda. Whom have you selected to be the vessel?”

Miranda turned around and beamed at Alcina. “You, of course!”

“Me?” Alcina tried and failed to hide the shock on her face. “Not that I’m not grateful, Mother Miranda, but I thought we had already discounted myself as a possible candidate due to my…” The Countess gestured vaguely at her large body. “Condition.”

Miranda chuckled as she made her way over to Alcina. “That is true, but I was thinking of another way.” The priestess reached out her gauntleted hands and pulled Alcina’s face down towards hers.

Alcina’s breath caught in her throat as Miranda’s face came ever closer. “I was thinking,” Miranda said, brushing a finger by Alcina’s cheekbone, making Alcina shiver pleasantly as the contact of cold metal met her alabaster skin. “We could create one together.”

“Create one together? But how-” Alcina’s question was soon answered as Miranda reached under Alcina’s dress and gently stroked her member. Alcina couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped her carmine lips.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Miranda whispered as she began placing kisses all up and down Alcina’s neck. Alcina tried to stifle a contented sigh as the contact that she was so starved for, the touch that she needed and desired was finally being realized. “I’ve seen the hunger in your eyes, the way you want me. And I’d be lying if I said I haven’t imagined your body on mine. I figured this way we could suit each other’s needs: my need for a vessel, and your pathetic need for my love.”

Alcina’s golden eyes widened. Her feelings couldn’t be that transparent, could they? “Y-you’re mistaken, Mother Miranda,” she panted as she felt her cock stiffen under Mother Miranda’s ministrations. “I don’t-”

“Don’t lie to me,” Miranda hissed as she took firm hold of Alcia’s face, claws digging painfully into Alcina’s cheeks, drawing blood. Her expression softened as she saw fear and arousal war in Alcina’s aureate eyes. “You don’t need to hide it, dear,” Miranda said softly, stroking Alcina’s bleeding cheek with the pad of her thumb. “I can already feel how hard you are for me already.”

Alcina couldn’t take it any more. She took Miranda’s face in her hands and kissed her hard. Miranda kissed her back with just as much force as Alcina weaved her hands through Miranda’s flaxen hair, knocking off her habit that kept it hidden. Alcina scooped the priestess in her arms, kissing her all the while until they reached Alcina’s desk. Impatiently, Alcina swept a hand across the desk, clearing it of pens and ledgers so she could lay Miranda on top of it.

Miranda bit down on Alcina’s lip, eliciting a keening whining sound from Alcina’s throat. “So eager!” Miranda crooned. “How desperate you must be to be inside me.” She took her gauntleted hand and swept it across the front of Alcina’s dress, ripping it away until Alcina was just in her bustier and garters. Alcina moved to take off Miranda’s robes, but Miranda held out a hand to stop her. “I’d prefer to keep this on if you don’t mind, dear,” Miranda said, moving the skirt of her robes up to give Alcina access to her entrance. Miranda’s eyes were shining with triumph. It was clear who was in control here.

Alcina held out her member before her, and a smirk spread across her face. Clearly, Miranda was more aroused than she was letting on because Miranda’s cunt was positively dripping . She let her cock rest on Miranda’s bare stomach. “Are you quite sure you’ll be able to take all of me, Mother dearest?” Alcina purred.

Miranda rolled her eyes. “Of course I can. And please be quick about it. I-” Miranda wasn’t able to finish the sentence as Alcina pushed in Miranda’s walls with her cock until Miranda was well and truly full. Alcina braced her hands on either side of the desk and leaned her weight against it as she began thrusting inside the priestess in earnest.

Alcina smiled in satisfaction as low, abortive moans escaped the priestess’s throat. “How long can you keep up this bravado, I wonder?” Alcina mused aloud as Miranda wrapped her legs around Alcina’s waist, holding her close as Alcina pounded into her.

“It’s no act,” Miranda snapped, stifling a gasp as Alcina pulled out and slammed into her up to the hilt once more. “You are mistaken if you think this new arrangement changes anything between us.”

“Am I really mistaken?” Alcina asked as she nipped the tip of Miranda’s ear with her fangs. “As much as you try to hide it, I know how much you need this, too. You’re already so close, I can practically taste it.”

“And what about you?” Miranda sneered as she saw Alcina’s brow begin to drip with sweat from her exertions. “Still so desperate for something you know you can never have. You’re nothing but a tool for me to advance my research. And yet, despite knowing that, you have never wavered in your devotion to me. My precious toy. My greatest creation!”

Alcina’s legs clenched as she felt an orgasm begin to build in her lower abdomen. Miranda gave her a superior look. “So close already?” Miranda purred. “But I know you can do so much better than that, dear. Fuck me harder. Show your Mother your devotion!”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Alcina snarled as she ratcheted up her thrusting to a relentless degree. Miranda couldn’t help but cry out as she buried her claws in Alcina’s bare shoulders as Alcina filled her so completely with her cock. “Just you wait, Mother. I will fill every crevice of your walls with my seed and still have you begging for more.”

Alcina bent her dark head down and pressed kisses up and down Miranda’s neck in between thrusts. “Say what you want, but you’re mine,” Alcina murmured against her collarbone. “At this moment, you are all mine.”

Miranda’s eyes snapped open. “A-Alcina!” she choked out. “Please! Now!”

Aclina finally came inside Miranda, a pitiful whine rising from her ruby lips as her seed spilled out over Miranda's thighs, dripping onto the parquet floor. She leaned her head against the priestess, exhausted, and Miranda pressed her lips against Alcina’s forehead.

“Of course, this is only the first day of my ovulation period,” Miranda mused. “I will have to come here for the next couple days during its duration and every month thereafter until the baby starts to form. Do you understand?”

Alcina nodded her head against Miranda’s chest. “Yes, Mother.”

“Good girl.” Miranda took off her gauntlet and began to stroke Alcina’s raven hair. “And Alcina?”

“Yes, Mother?”

“You’ve always been my favorite.”

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