#enticing-aphrodisiac

[enticingaphrodite]

Being Venusian is a lot like this

#aphrodisiac #Aphrodite #Libra #Venus #Venusian #Enticing Aphrodite

[cherrywrecked]

bite me — yu jimin.

summary: reader's favorite time of the year is halloween, her favorite mythical creatures are vampires and her fuck buddy, karina, has a developing biting kink.

cw: g!p idol!karina. vampires. aphrodisiac. rough sex with rina. pussy slapping. dirty talking. no condoms. dom!karina.

halloween was long far done, but to you, every day was halloween. i mean, it is your favorite time of the year; anybody could be anyone. you can be a sexy doctor or nurse, a slutty firefighter, a cheerleader, hell, you can even be a fucking vampire. everybody could wear whatever we want with zero judgement and that's what you liked about halloween best. but i honestly you won halloween 2023. you were so committed to it, you even got vampire fangs. crazy? maybe, but your sexual partner loved it best. she only saw it online, but still, who's crazier between the two of you?

karina had been away for a few months for their tour and unfortunately, you weren't together last halloween, but she's now home for the holidays, and it wouldn't be karina if she didn't have anything prepared for me when you got to her apartment. the moment you walked inside the pad, all you could smell was the enticing scent of a dark, elegant and sexy perfume—it was scented candles. it was all over the hallway, as if forming a path for you to walk through. just a few steps away from me was her table and there was a glass of wine atop of it with a note which read, “come straight to my room after you're done with this.” you took your time with the wine, but as soon as you were done with it, you went straight to her room which you didn't have a hard time looking for.

there, karina was sitting on a single couch, a leg crossed over the other. she looked stunning with her black jeans and tight crop top that hugged her beautiful frame. “took you a while since i heard you enter.” she said as she got up from the couch and slowly walked towards you. “it's been a while.” she whispered, face close to yours. she looked so pretty but you started feeling lightheaded and moreover, hot. “karina, why the fuck do you have your ac off?” you asked to which karina only laughed at. she took another step closer, and another, until she pushed you in her bed.

“oh, sweetheart. still as gullible as the first time, aren't you?” she smirked as her index finger traced your chest down to your cleavage through your black lace top. her touch brought shivers down your spine, moreso when she ripped your top open. she was scaring you as you've never seen her like this. “the wine... did you put something in it?” you muttered, biting on your lower lip to bite back the whimpers itching to escape as her fingers played with my nipples. karina smirked, humming. “smart girl, why, is it taking effect already?” you blushed and sure enough, it was. your body was aching for her. instead of replying, you pulled her into a hungry kiss, one arm snaking around her neck as if locking her body close to yours, whilst the other roamed around her body, eventually taking her top off, leaving the both of you now topless.

you felt karina run her tongue along your lips which you then parted and let her in—your tongues danced, fighting for dominance, but you both know she'd win. you can feel yourself get so turned on and wet through your panties just by the kiss. “rina, i need you.” you whispered when she brought her lips to your jaw, tracing the kisses down your neck. she didn't reply, she instead used her hand to cup your womanhood through your panties under your skirt, eliciting a long moan from you. her hands feel so soft against you, you needed more.

moving your hips, you started to hump her palm, palming myself as she kissed your neck, nibbling on patches of your skin to mark her territory. “you enjoy this, don't you? look at your slutty waist, moving on its own.” she chuckled lowly against your ear before pulling away only to take the remaining pieces of clothing off your body. your nipples are so hard and you could already feel your wetness dripping down your cheeks. it's the first time you felt so horny, so needy and all you could think of is her— you wanted her.

“karina, please. i need you. fuck me, mhm? i'll be good. please.” you said as you reached out to hold her. karina only slapped your hands away and roughly spread your legs. she got in between them, her knee pressed against your cunt. you mumbled another profanity and karina's face got closer to you. she only stared at you; “move.” she commanded and you instantly knew what she meant— your hips automatically moved on its own. as if rubbing your clit against her thigh wasn't enough, karina started to slap your mounds alternately. it was too much, your moans started to get higher with every slap. as your skin gets redder with every slap, karina's smirk grew wider—even more when she took notice of the fangs you've had done.

knowing your mounds are already sensitive, karina pulled you in and put one of your nipples into her mouth, licking, sucking and lightly nibbling on it as she played with the other with her hand. karina felt your body shiver, and with one hard suck, your body collapsed on top of her. “you love being a slut for me, mhm?” karina whispered against your skin, earning a loud, whining from you as a response. karina, she thinks—no, she knows she owns your body. she knows it even more than you do, so it wasn't hard for her to know when you're already close to cumming. not saying another word, she used her free hand to palm your clit, making you bury your face against her neck, but the moment she slipped two fingers inside of your hole swiftly which pushed you over the edge, cumming, biting karina's shoulder. she winced it pain, yet groaned from the painful yet pleasurable feeling of your sharp teeth against her soft skin. “rina, rina—!” not even letting you compose yourself, karina started to thrust her fingers in and out roughly of your entrance. collapsing on top of her, pushing her over the bed, your body wiggles, pushing your bottom more against her fingers, grinding against her palm.

“t-that feels s-so good—fuck. more, please! mommy, please, more.” it was the nickname that sparked something in karina. she pulled her fingers out, rolling your bodies over. now with her on top of you, she kisses you on the lips, letting her tongue graze over the sharpness of your fangs. “wait here.” she says as she pulled away, leaving you breathing heavily and still, needy. you started to play with your nipples, tears forming your eyes as you grind your hips against the empty space karina was once were. rubbing your clit, you moaned out her name, and as if on queue, karina was back, naked and a lubricant on her hand. “naughty girl, who told your to touch yourself?” she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she opened the bottle of lubricant, smearing some over your sensitive clit, the coldness of the gel making you shiver. hovering over your torso, her dick sticking out, poking against your mouth. “suck.” with sparkly eyes, you looked up at her as you opened your mouth and took her in. you sucked, licking along the tip of her cock, earning a low grown from karina. “mhm, you take me in so good.” she said before thrusting her hips, forcing her full length inside your mouth, deep throating, suffocating you. she pulls herself back, a string of your saliva and her precum trailing from your lips and her tip.

“karina, i need you to fuck me, please.” your voice was weak and shaky, almost sounding like you're about to cry, but it was just from karina teasing her tip against your clit and your entrance. “yeah? beg for it.” karina laughed menacingly while you could only while as you reached your hand out for her, the other pressing her length against your cunt. “rina, baby... mommy, please. please, please! i'm your good girl, please, fuck me.” karina loved it. she loved hearing your voice so needy, she loved looking at your desperate eyes, she loved that you were so desperate for her and only her.

karina didn't waste any more time and slid her length inside of you, making you arch your back while letting out a long, loud moan in pleasure. karina didn't move, letting you adjust to her length, but she let out a chuckle of amusement as you desperately reached your hand for her, eager to hold her—touch her, as if her body's not against yours just yet. karina started to roll her hips, making you wince yet moan out in both pain and pleasure. god, you were so wet for her and karina loved that atop of it all. with or without the fucking drugs, the both of you knew that only she can make you this fucking turned on. karina started to thrust in you, moaning your name every time her length completely disappears inside your cunt. her dick is so big that with every thrust, she hits every fucking spot possible and it's making you insane. you feel so lightheaded and nothing but senseless begging and chants of her name spilled out of your mouth.

“fuck, baby, you're so wet.” she groaned, slapping your cunt in between every word, each slap making you squeal louder and louder, eyes rolling back. “c-close... i'm soso close, rina!” you announced so fucking loud, karina had to cover your mouth with her palm. “cum with me.” she only replied, putting more force into her thrust, each thrust feeling slower yet so much deeper as your walls clenched around her length. karina used her free hand to rub your clit, heightening your pleasure. forcing yourself to open your eyes, you looked up at her through your lust filled eyes as you brought her hand to your neck, choking yourself with it as you get closer to your high. karina took the initiative to do so, making you smile, biting your lower lip and holy fuck. in karina's eyes, you looked the hottest lile that. god, that stupid vampire fang of yours.

feeling a familiar knot forming, karina drops and pushes her mounds against yours, letting your nipples rub against each other. “cum inside—inside! please, i want to feel you, rina! breed me. fucking breed me, please, please—!” through your moans, you managed to beg for her. at this point, karina could only think so little, she wanted you. she wanted you to have her and nobody else. “i'm cumming, baby—fuck. cum with me...! fuck, i'm cumming!” with your face buried onthe crook of her neck, you wrapped your legs around her waist, not wanting her to pull away, chanting her name along with strings of profanities in between your moans. soon enough, the both of you are cumming—karina shooting her load inside of you at the same time you clenched your walls around her length, making her groan out loud. with your teeth dug on her neck, leaving a mark, karina threw her head back, moaning your name in pleasure, whilst your body squirms and trembles under her.

heavy breathing and whispered profanities were shared as you both laid next to each other. "you're mine, understand? you're all mine." karina muttered as she kissed your lips, hands once again roaming your body. "one more."

hehe, this took a while. i got so sick during the holidays, so i couldn't really post it. anyways, happy holidays, my kitties!

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[wheredafandomat]

Congratulations

Loki x female reader

18+ | this is just smut ~ why go to sleep when you can put all of your horny thoughts into words 🥰😂 WK 740

Lowering your book, you look up at Loki who almost stumbles inside the bedroom with a giddy smile. His expression alters yours as the corners of your mouth rise into a slight simper as you look up at him from over your glasses.

“How was it?” You ask, knowing that it must’ve gone well for Loki to be this happy.

“I got the promotion and then we had drinks” he cheers, kicking his shoes off as you close your book, putting it on your bedside table.

“I knew you would,” you grin, taking your glasses off.

“Yeah?” Loki continues, loosening his tie as he stepps towards you.

“Yeah” you nod, tilting your chin upwards to kiss him as he lowers his lips onto yours. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated, hands roaming one another’s bodies as you practically pull Loki onto the bed. He was hard, the way his grip on you tightened paired with the feeling of his length against you told you that. You undo his shirt buttons before he rids himself of the garment, barely breaking the kiss. Moving down the bed, Loki grabs one of the pillows next to your head before placing it underneath your hips. You help him, pulling the duvet off of you whilst also acting oblivious to his administrations as if your pussy isn’t throbbing at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin as he hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties before tugging them down your legs. You oblige, widening your legs as his eyes come into contact with your bare pussy pulsing for him.

His name falls from your lips in a labored breath as he circles your clit with his tongue before flattening it against it. One of your hands fly to his hair helping guide his movements as his tongue swirls through your folds, exploring you greedily. Every flick of his tongue is calculated, exquisite. Nudging your clit with his nose, Loki explores your entrance with his mouth, teasing you, almost testing you as he enters you with his tongue, coaxing out a wave of arousal before he’s back to languidly licking your clit. Bucking your hips, you almost chase his mouth, desperate for more, needing him to engulf you. Knowing you, knowing your body, Loki wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves, sucking hard enough to leave you gripping his hair tighter as you hold him against you, rocking your hips against his face.

“Lokii” you almost scream, hips grinding against his face as your arousal gushes out, dampening his chin.

He knows you're ready now, he knows he can take his pleasure now.

Pulling his trousers down, Loki frees his erection, palming himself a few times before trailing the tip of his cock through your glistening folds. Your eyes meet, gazes lust filled, daring. He slaps his cock against your clit eliciting a moan from you at the unexpected contact as an almost devilish smirk paints his lips.

“I want you so bad” he growls, pressing the tip of his cock against your entrance as your walls invite him in.

“I’m yours” you assure, sultrily, needing him “take me” you almost plead.

“I’m not going to last long” he warns, reluctant to even penetrate you knowing that it’d end this moment, this stolen intimacy.

“Fuck me” you mewl, lifting your hips a little. It doesn’t take long for Loki to obey, slamming inside of you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, fucking into you. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him down onto you, into you. You’re covered by him. His scent evades you, encapsulates you. His hair tickles your face as it falls loosely over you. You can tell that he’s close, his thrusts are sloppy, eager. He’s grunting in your ear, cursing, praying, praising. You lift your hips, meeting his movements as you cling to him, his body.

“I’m so close” you gasp as Loki fights to keep going, he wants to keep going for you, your pleasure is his aphrodisiac. “Cum with me Loki, let go” you entice him, speaking in his ear. That’s all it takes for him to release, juddering as his hips stutter before collapsing against you, softening inside of you.

You continue to hold him, your grip easing only a little as he kisses your neck.

“Congratulations baby” you grin “we’ll celebrate properly tomorrow.”

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[foxigemini]

Miles Quaritch x Reader, Miles accidentally finds an aphrodisiac plant and after a little bit of walking, meets up with fellow recom!reader and then smut?

Ooohhh yes! Thanks for the request! My first time writing something with sex pollen, so I hope I didn't screw up 🙃

Feral - Recom!Miles Quaritch x Recom!Female Reader

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Sex Pollen, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex.

It was just another recon in the Pandora forest. Or so Quaritch thought. He had divided the team into two and two to cover more ground. He was watching your backside in front of him, his eyes glued to your ass fitted into those tight cargo pants of yours. Damn, he wouldn't mind hitting that. But he knew relationships with teammates always complicated things. Spider was enough evidence of that.

You could feel Colonel Quaritch's eyes on you, which always made you uncomfortable and turned on at the same time. There was no denying the guy was hot, but the smug bastard knew all too well the effect he had on women. And you hated nothing more than self-satisfied men who thought they were above everyone else. And yet, you couldn't stop fantasizing about him taking you however he wanted, fucking you like you were nothing but a little sex doll while mocking you, and you hated yourself for it.

Something in the corner of Quaritch's eye caught his attention. He came to a halt, inspecting the alien flower with curiosity. A simple flower wouldn't usually pique his interest, but there was something about this one that made him take a closer look. It resembled the orchids back on earth, only much taller and bigger, its blood-red color standing out amongst all the green. Quaritch bent down, only to be sprayed with a mist of red pollen hitting his face. What the hell? Quaritch jolted back and coughed as the mist went into his mouth and nose, and he blinked to try and get rid of the stuff in his eyes. Quaritch stumbled backward and bumped into you. He turned around and squinted, trying to focus his gaze, but you were nothing but a blur in front of him.

"Are you okay?" you asked and eyed him with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Quaritch coughed again and rubbed his eyes. "Just this fuckin' flower spraying me with something."

You looked down at the flower and took a step back. You sure as hell wouldn't want to be infected with some alien shit.

"We should head back to base. That thing might be poisonous.

"Yeah," Quaritch nodded and blinked as his vision cleared. It was better to be safe than sorry. "I guess you're right."

You nodded back and turned around to head back to the group's rendezvous point.

Quaritch had a hard time focusing with your fine ass in front of him. He kept staring at it, swaying side to side as you walked. Fuck, why did you have to be so damn enticing? He started to feel hotter, his breathing heavy and labored as he could feel his dick hardening and throbbing inside the confinement of his cargo pants. What the hell was wrong with him? Sure, he'd been hard and aroused around you before, but never like this. Never this intense and hot and sweaty...

You were following the path back to the rendezvous point when you were suddenly pushed against the nearest tree. You huffed in surprise and from the impact, frowned when you felt Quaritch's hot breath against your ear and his muscular body pressed against you.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" you barked and hissed at him.

"Need. To fuck," Quaritch muttered out of breath, and your eyes widened at his words, but more so when he shifted his body, and you felt a hard bulge press against the cleft of your ass.

"Q-Quaritch?" you stuttered and felt your cheeks get hot when you heard him open his pants. You knew this was wrong, but this was exactly like one of your fantasies. Him taking what he wanted for his own pleasure.

"Take these damn pants off," he growled with a strained voice and started tugging on the buttons of your pants. A rush of arousal surged through your body, but you still managed to get enough control to turn around and push him away from you, making him stumble backward.

"What the fuck, Quaritch!" you snarled but quickly grew quiet when your gaze landed on his very hard cock. It was poking out of the opening of his pants, standing up against his stomach. The head was aggressively purple, and blue throbbing veins were bulging across the sides of his dick. Fuck, you'd never seen a cock this hard before, like it was ready to explode.

Quaritch made a noise that sounded full of agony and pain. Looking up at his face, you could see the sweat trickling down his forehead. His eyes flickered back and forth in panic, and his chest was heaving rapidly along with his desperate breaths.

"P-Please...," Quaritch pleaded desperately. "It feels like I'm burning up from the inside. I just need to.. I need to fuck. Please..."

You stared at Quaritch as you recalled something you read before coming to Pandora. A myth about an aphrodisiac flower supposedly growing here, a flower that the only cure for was having sex, or you would die. What if it wasn't a myth? What if it was all true? Could you really take the risk of ignoring this? If you did, and it was true, Quaritch would be dead soon.

Before you knew it, you were quickly unbuttoning your pants and stepping out of them along with your underwear and boots. Next, you removed the clothes on your upper body and dropped them on the ground.

"Then, fuck me Quaritch," you heard the words coming from your mouth without even registering that you were uttering them. Your breath caught in your throat when Quaritch lifted his head, and you saw the feral look in his eyes as his gaze traveled down your body. A surge of arousal spiked through your core at the look he gave you, like a lion about to devour his prey. And at that moment, that was all you wanted him to do.

Quaritch's thoughts were overpowered by the primal desire pumping through his veins when you stood there in front of him like a tempting goddess.

He charged forward like a growling tiger in heat, pushing you down on the ground beneath him.

You lost your breath for a moment at the impact, your widening eyes staring up at him as he grabbed your wrist and locked your arms above your head while slamming inside you in one, swift movement.

You cried out as Quaritch's cock plunged into you without mercy, hitting the tip of your cervix as he buried himself balls deep in your cunt. Quaritch growled at the sensation of your soft, squishy walls gripping his cock so tightly.

Shit, you were so fucking wet for him. If he were in his normal state, he would tease you about it. But all he cared about now was the sweet relief of emptying his seed in your womb. He started thrusting like a savage, grunting with each buck of his hips as he rammed his cock harder and deeper inside you.

The initial pain you felt was swiftly replaced, every plunge of Quaritch's cock inside you sending a jolt of pleasure through your belly. Quaritch let go of your wrists and grabbed your hips instead, holding you firmly as he crashed his pelvis against your inner thighs. You looked up into Quaritch's eyes, but it was like he wasn't there anymore. Only an animal taking care of its primal needs. Faster and faster, he went, fucking you into the ground, sure to leave bruises for days. Soon, you felt the familiar pleasure build up in your core, and at a certain deep thrust, Quaritch sent you over the edge. You arched your back and tightened your pussy around his cock as your orgasm rippled through your body.

A wave of pleasure rushed through Quaritch's core when your tight tunnel clenched around him. It was all it took for him to come, his hips pumping through his climax as he filled your pussy with his semen. A sigh of relief left his lungs as he slumped his heavy body down on the ground next to you.

"Are you okay?" you asked out of breath, your chest heaving rapidly as you looked at him.

Quaritch nodded and looked back at you, his chest heaving in pace with yours. A sudden realization of what he had done came over him, and his eyes widened in guilt-ridden shame.

"Shit! I'm sorry, y/n. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me. I couldn't control myself anymore."

You smiled. "It's alright, Quaritch. It wasn't your fault. It was that flower."

Quaritch frowned. "The flower?"

"Yeah." You sat up, suddenly aware of how naked you were. Quickly, you picked up your tank top and pulled it down over your head before reaching for your underwear. You continued speaking as you put on the rest of your clothes, trying to ignore the gush of semen pouring out of you and wettening your panties. "I read something about it before I came here. Something about an aphrodisiac flower with some weird sex pollen. It was supposed to be a myth. Guess we can confirm it was not," you said and chuckled as you stood up.

"Yeah, I guess so," Quaritch chuckled back as he stood up along with you, cautiously eyeing your face. "Are you alright, though?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's not like I haven't thought about doing this with you," you said and blushed the second you realized what you'd said.

Fuck.

"Is that so?" Quaritch raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Well, just say the word, and I'm all yours, sugar."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. You would never hear the end of this. "Just come on. The others are probably waiting for us," you muttered and walked off ahead of him.

Quaritch chuckled and followed in your path, his eyes never leaving the round curves of your ass and your tail swaying side to side. Yup, hooking up with teammates was never a good idea, but it sure was fun.

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[astralstarlight]

good for me

pairing: tighnari x reader

summary: tighnari gets more than he bargained for when he comes across a field of aphrodisiac flowers, especially when he has to deal with you getting 'lost' again

word count: 3.4k

warnings; nsfw content, reader has a pussy, aphrodisiac, slight exhibitionism?, lots of mention + playing with tighnari's ears and tail, "good girl" is mentioned once (by tighnari)

a/n: sensitive ears and sensitive tail! only the last 1.7k+ is horny material <3

Sometimes, Tighnari thinks he's an idiot.

Aphrodisiac flowers give off a distinct scent; something that he's had to learn the hard way over the years. And he knows how much they affect him. But they still entice him in the worst way possible.

"Because that's what they're supposed to do, you idiot," Tighnari mutters. He pushes the ice pack harder against his cheek, hoping to stop the hot flush creeping up his neck.

This time it was a whole patch of brightly coloured flowers in the Avidya Forest. He hadn't even realised he was doing it — rolling around in the bright flowers with reckless abandon, the scent overtaking his nose and a gradual, pleasurable warmth running under his skin. It takes an embarrassingly long time before he pauses in his actions. And it's only because his instincts kick in, telling him that he's being watched. Movement stopped. Breath stilled. Ears listening.

Whatever presence he'd sensed had disappeared. Probably just a fluke. Regardless, at least he'd been close enough to the village to dash back on shaky legs.

He hates this. He really does. Even a habitual twist of his ear sends a hot urge sinking to his stomach.

Just as he's gritting his teeth and deciding how he's going to take the rest of the day off and, preferably, alone, there's a knock on his door. Without waiting for his confirmation, they come in. A forest ranger, out of breath and spilling over with information.

"A scholar. They were coming to deliver their research on to the Akademiya, but they got... There was a Withering." The forest ranger dips their voice, just slightly. "They see familiar in a way? I'm not too sure."

Tighnari's ears twitch at the words. The Withering is still causing problems this close to Gandharva Ville? This is definitely not the time to be distracted by aphrodisiac flowers. Fuck.

"Familiar?" He questions.

Recognition seems to click in the forest rangers eyes. "It's the exchange student. The one who nearly got eaten the first time they showed up here?"

Tighnari tries to stop the way his heart races at the thought of you, once again showing up in the village. Still, it's not good to be thinking of you when he's in this state, or else he might just pounce on you the moment he sees you.

"Show me."

He's got some self-control left. Just a bit.

"I suggest you peruse this Avidya Forest Survival Guide once again, paying close attention to the chapter near the end about the Withering this time."

You're not even listening, Tighnari notes. You're sitting in his bed, blanket pulled over your lap, both hands curled around a cup of warm tea, and nodding. But you're not listening. Your eyes are slowly drifting up every so often up to his ears, before snapping back to his eyes, and honestly, it's kind of rude. He feels his patience snap. Only because he's starting to imagine things, and looking at your hands, and hoping they would be the one coaxing through his tail. He really shouldn't be having these thoughts about someone he's just officially met two weeks ago.

And it's only because of the aphrodisiac, he assures himself. Only because...

"You can touch them if you want," Tighnari says. His mind is finally catching up to his mouth, informing him of how simply terrible this decision is, because if you touch them, he might never ask you to stop. Instead, he watches as you visibly flinch and catches your eyes glancing down towards his tail as he gives it an experimental swish.

Caught in the act.

He's not an idiot. He knows his fur looks soft, and he's caught various other people staring sometimes.

You choke on your drink. "That's really not—"

"Really." He leans forward, towards you. The warm room is getting to him, making him feel just a bit bolder than he usually is. There's probably a realistic, polite part of you that's hesitating. But there's no way the twinkle in your eye or the way your heartbeat races can be imagined by Tighnari. Especially not when he's so oversensitive to every sound at the moment. You're so obvious, and so easy to read.

His gloved hand slowly reaches up to stroke the tip of his fluff ear, and your eyes follow the movement. Your hands around the cup tighten until you're sure that it'll crack under your grip if you squeezed any harder. You take another sip of your now-cold drink. It doesn't quell the flushness in your cheeks, nor the tenseness in your entire body. Tighnari hears, rather than sees, your pulse quicken as you swallow.

He needs to get a hold of himself because he's meant to be hospitable right now, especially to someone who was another lost lamb. It was almost a weekly routine at this point. Someone would get lost, end up here, and he would send them on their merry way.

Except, you've shown up here three times now. The first time was after encountering some carnivorous flowers and reaching a state of shock, the second time was when Tighnari found you wandering of the path, and now, this. Academics usually had a bit more common sense than this.

He narrows his eyes. "What were you doing this time?"

Your cheeks flush at his words, fingers thrumming against the cup's surface. "I thought I saw you, so I was coming over to say hello. But," your voice quietens. "You seemed busy."

Tighnari freezes. A feeling of dread running through his body. If you saw him earlier, then that means you saw him in the flower field. But that's not the worst part. Tighnari knows he's rarely quiet when the heat overwhelms him, which means you most likely heard him making the most pitiful sounds.

"They were aphrodisiac flowers." No point lying to you now. "I'm very sensitive to them, unfortunately."

"Aphrodisiacs?" You repeat, eyes widening.

"Yes."

He watches you open your mouth to say something, then close it just as quickly. To be fair, he doesn't know what compelled him to tell you the truth. The cup all but clatters from your hand onto the side table, and you're wrenching the blanket away from you quickly.

You stand up, smoothening down your clothes even though there aren't any wrinkles. "I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time." You bow your head quickly. "I think I remember the way to the Akademiya. Thank you." You pause. "Tighnari."

Oh fuck.

With just one word, his mind runs wild, hearing your voice in other tones — a pained, needy voice calling out his name. He can very easily picture you panting in his ear. The room feels like it's burning all of a sudden. He clears his throat.

"No worries!" He says, cringing at the cheerful tone. "Stop by anytime!"

He needs you to leave. Right now.

And thankfully, gratefully, you do; eyes still looking towards the floor. Tighnari hears the nervous thump of your heart as you brush past him; but you don't look back.

A wave of relief washes over him. He lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, feeling every muscle in his body relax except... the heat running through him is worse now. And it's not something he can keep ignoring.

There must be a higher power out there working in his favour because, not a moment later, the forest ranger who announced your arrival bounds through the door. This time announcing your prompt departure.

"Alright. Please let everyone know that I'm not to be bothered for the rest of the night. I think I need some rest." He prays they let this slide. Please, just one more thing.

The forest ranger nods their acceptance of his request, and darts off again.

But Tighnari isn't thinking much about that anymore. He's crumpled over on top of his bedsheets and dragging his pants down to relieve the tightness over him. He makes the mistake of pressing his nose into the pillow.

It still smells like you. And he can still hear the lilting tone of your voice, imagined to be just a bit higher pitched and whiny, saying his name. He pulls a glove off his hand with his teeth, hissing as it makes contact with his warm length, teeth immediately clamping over his bottom lip to stop any further sounds.

It was going to be a long night.

You, on the other hand, are hesitantly standing at the edge of the village. The path should take you to the Akademiya in no more than two days. You know. You've gone through this way many times. Way more than the other three hindrances that have caused you to catch Tighnari's eye.

Tighnari.

He'd offered to let you touch his ears, and you'd still walked away, said no, been very polite, and where did that get you? Frustrated and annoyed. Especially because you've been spending the last two stops in the village trying to get the courage to ask. The opportunity slips by yet again.

But then you remember his heat-filled gaze. Is touching his ears an intimate thing? And the aphrodisiac flowers he was talking about earlier...

You decide right there and then to take the winding, twisting path back up to Tighnari's place, and say you would like to touch them actually, and it didn't matter if it was going to make things weird because you were interested anyways—

Your thoughts cut off as you reach his front door and hear a muffled groan. Not a pained one by any means. A low heat drops to your stomach, and begins to travel further downwards. Ah, this is the opportunity to leave right? This seems like a very private moment to walk in on, and not what you intended at all. You can simply send him a letter to request a visit, or drop by another day. But your feet stay frozen in place, refusing to move, even as a louder noise leaves Tighnari's lips.

There's a small opening in his window, and you really shouldn't be peeking inside, but your eyes dart to a movement out of the corner of your eye and your brain short-circuits. It's mostly just bare skin, but you can guess the position he's in, just from the peek you're given.

Your fingers unconsciously trace up your thigh.

And then, you freeze again as Tighnari moans out your name.

He's perched on all fours, rutting into his bare fist.

"Fuck." He mutters, brushing his thumb over the head of his pulsing cock and feeling his breath hitch. It's not enough. He doesn't stop his movements, even when he hears you slip in through the door, a nervous look on your face. He's known you've been watching for a while. Every bone in his body is ushered into high alert, especially at the state he's in. It also means-he bites his lip on a moan again as his tail tangles in the sheets-he's extremely sensitive.

A very dangerous part of his mind wants him to give you a show.

You stop a few paces behind him, hands hovering in midair. "Tighnari?"

It's not like what he's doing has hit you yet. It's just one thing for your eyes to see it and another for your brain to fully register what you've walked in on.

He rolls over onto his back, face flushed and ears twitching wildly at the top of his head. You step towards him once he opens himself up for you, and his tail wraps around his thigh.

Would his tail be wagging rigorously in excitement if he didn't do that? You don't know how this all works but—

"Please." Tighnari whines. He's a disheveled mess, made even more so when his hands push his shirt up, past his stomach and brushing over his nipples. There's not a single thought running through your head right now, except for just how pretty he looks, splayed out before you.

You definitely haven't misheard him moaning your name, because he's still moaning it in the same pleading tone, even now.

Moving closer to him still, you hesitate. Maybe you're imagining it, but you swear you're close enough to feel the heat of his body and there's nothing you'd like more than to press up against him. Still. This is weird, right? Tighnari and you don't have this kind of relationship.

His next words stop you. "Touch me, please."

He chokes back a moan as your hand grabs his tail in a stroking motion — not too hard, not too soft. He might be able to cum just from your touch alone. This is bad. This is definitely bad. This is—

"Hng!" It's impossible not to let that one slip out. Your fingers deftly brush over the tip of his tail, curious and tentative, but growing bolder with every whimper you drag out of him. A sharp pain runs on his hand, and it takes him a bleary moment to realise it's because of himself, biting down hard on his gloved hand to stop the embarrassingly loud sounds leaving his lips.

It's only then that he realises you've laid yourself down next to him, perched up on one elbow. Your other hand is still wrapped around his tail. You're so close to him. Your eyes are focused on his expressions, watching as his eyes squeeze shut, back slightly arching into the air every time you dance your fingers over the fluffy length.

His eyes refocus from the pleasure when he notices your mouth moving. The words pass through one ear and out the next, and he's not registering it at all. Wait. His name. You're mouthing his name. In his haze, he's not really sure he understands what you're saying, so he does the next best thing.

His still-gloved hand reaches up to cup your face, thumb stroking over your cheek. Your eyes soften, and you lean over to press your lips to his hesitantly.

Tighnari wants to laugh. You're touching him in ways that he's only touched himself in, and you're still nervous over kissing him. Everything about you is so warm. The hand on his tail, and even the way your lips move against his spreads a warm feeling throughout his whole body.

It's when you move to a more stable position and allow your other wandering hand to brush over one of his ears, that he absolutely loses any sense of self-control. His vision blurs and he's rutting his hips into the air, gasping into your lips. You pull away quickly, hand stopping the movement on his tail but still stroking over his ears. Gently.

You lean down further, pressing a kiss against his jawline and travelling up to his ears. "They really are so soft," you whisper.

He whimpers, trying to bury his face into your neck.

"I still..." He pauses, watching as you pull back from you to meet his gaze again. You tilt your head to the side, a smile beginning to appear on your lips. "If you..." He trails off again.

You're not going to make him say it, right? He feels an embarrassed flush settle in his chest. His whole body still feels like it's on fire, as though he's going to combust if he isn't touched properly in the next few seconds. And you're certainly not helping. Not with the way you're running one hand through his hair, and twisting his hair around his ears, nor with the way your other hand is lightly brushing over his skin, leaving small warming spots in its path.

He gestures vaguely towards his hardening cock and you let out a small laugh. "Yeah, I can help with that still. If you need." But you say it as more of a statement than a question.

You leave his side briefly, and he almost lets out another whimper. His mind still feels hazy, coming down from his high. The sensitivity in his body overrides his instincts, and he doesn't hear you coming.

You hitch one of your legs over his middle, straddling him. He feels faint. Your bare thighs cling around his sides and he feels everything. You're not wearing anything under there. You must have taken it off after you moved away. And—

You lift the bottom of your shirt that's covering the rest of your decency and Tighnari genuinely thinks he might cum again, just from the sight alone.

You, on top of him, plunging your fingers into your depths and stretching yourself out to take him in. It's so loud. You're so loud. He's so sure that the sinful sounds leaving your lips will ring in his ears the next time he even looks at you.

If he wasn't in such a blissful state already, he absolutely would like to see how you would feel on his fingers. His free hand tugs off the remaining glove, reaching for your thighs.

You're soft. He thinks he's starting to get what you meant when you were stroking his ears earlier.

Your name leaves his lips unprompted, and you turn to look at him. All motion stopped.

You speak first. "Is this still okay?"

Tighnari nods, not trusting his mind to phrase the word properly. It's enough. He's still biting back a guttural noise from the back of his throat as one of your hands reach behind you to wrap around his cock. It's already fully hard again. Tighnari can't tell anymore whether it's still the aphrodisiac clouding his mind, or whether it's just because of you.

Really, all he can feel right now is you. Your thighs surrounding his waist, your hand causing a wave of pleasure to run through his body, and even the scent of you is starting to fill his lungs. Still, he grabs your arm. He needs you to be sure.

"I want this." He says, combining it with what he hopes comes out as a reassuring nod.

It's enough for you. There's no more hesitations with your movements when you move to take him in; inch by pleasurable inch. He slides straight into your warm tightness so easily, and he can feel you collapse onto him, panting into his neck while you adjust. He's glad. He needs this time to adjust to, especially with you clinging so tightly around him.

You feel him stretching you out, and he's whispering in your ear, wildly incoherent. Does he even know what he's saying anymore? Awkward mumbles of "good", followed by a shaky breath, and then "girl".

He's good. He's so good to you, really. Still trying to gain back some semblance of control when you both know who's really taking the reins here.

"It's okay, Tighnari." You run your hands over his ears, drifting down to the back of his neck. "You can take it."

He mewls, bucking up into your soft form without hesitation. It wins him an uncontrollable moan form your lips. He's all ready to coax the same sound out of you with the movement again, when he feels you moving on top of him — hands settling over his stomach as you lift your hips up. There's a slight brush of cold air against his exposed cock, but it's quickly returned to wonderful heat when you drop back on to him.

It doesn't take long until he's cumming again. It's hot and so good, that he's sure he blacks out for a bit this time, blinking back to focus as you softly stroke his head, in-between his ears.

He winces.

The extra stimulation from his ears runs through his body, and it feels almost painful. Your hands stop as you notice. Tighnari laughs, breathy and rumbly through his chest.

"Well." He says, eyes shining bright and tail weakly swishing under him.

You raise an eyebrow. "Well."

"I want to apologise first for dragging you into this mess. Truthfully, I..." His words trail off as he notices you vigorously shaking your head.

"No, don't be sorry at all. It was..." You trail off.

Tighnari leans up on his elbows, albeit shakily, with a small smile on his face. "I think..." His eyes land on your exposed collarbone meaningfully before travelling up to meet your gaze. "I might have to return the favour at some point."

"Oh?" A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. "When were you thinking?"

Tighnari lifts a finger up to drag along your neck — pale and unmarked. "Just give me a minute."

#tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #— alathea writes #i love him so much #had very strong thoughts on sensitive ears and sensitive tail (which is what this fic was called for a long time) #i am also guesstimating alot of things in this fic (see: time taken to walk to the akademiya from gaddharva ville) #this was also one of the first things i wanted to write for kinktober (that never came to fruition because uni sucks) but its finished now

[cathedral-of-sinners]

On Display

(Originally) Kinktober Day 12 - Exhibitionism/Voyeurism + Dottore

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: sub!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns/specific genitalia mentioned), aphrodisiacs (consensual), masturbation, names (little pet, dear, darling, sweet thing), I may have written the kink wrong whoops-! (Also this feels horrible I’m sorry 😭)

a/n: the idea of how exactly to write this slammed into me like a truck and for that I’m grateful. I’m not grateful, however, for it taking eight months to do so…. sigh, better late than never I suppose

"What does that vial do?" Such a dangerous question you pose, especially in a place like the second harbinger’s lab; you knew this, but curiosity had gotten the better of you.

In your defense, it really was such a pretty purple colour, and it had the gentlest glow surrounding it. Had you not known better you'd think it was one of those new lamps the people in Fontaine had recently created.

When Dottore casted a quick glance over his shoulder a sinister smile was quick to replace the thin line his lips made. He stood with a florist you’re sure was unintentionally, watching as he walked right past your seat and over to the fragile container, lifting it with an enticing swirl.

“Would you like to find out?”

— —

You can’t complain with where your agreement led you. The strangely coloured liquid went down smooth, didn’t taste half bad and the effects were near immediate. Now you lay flat on the cold observation table in the doctor’s lab, hand between your legs as you try to satisfy the growing heat burning in the pit of your stomach.

It isn’t difficult to tell that the doctor is enjoying himself. While he remains fully clothed, sat languid in his chair, he gets a whole show put on specially for him. What makes it better - and what makes a shiver run through your body - is the knowledge that behind that mask of his are sharp red eyes pinning you to your spot, keenly observing. With the visible tent of his trousers and the way he shifts just a little every time you moan his name, you just know this won’t stay an observational experiment for long.

At least, you really hope so. The strain of your muscles are beginning to become too much to bear. “Oh, don’t stop now little pet.” The voice of Dottore echos from across the room, “the faces you’re making are quite… amusing.”

Your pants and pained whines mix in with your reply, “‘m trying ‘ttore! Ah-!” Just as you’re about to give in the doctor himself is right beside you, hand replacing your own. The change of pace shocks you, leg twitching and back arching. It’s not long until you start to babble about being close to cumming.

“Good, good, go on then.” And you do, you spill all over the table, yourself and Dottore.

But it’s not enough. The affects are still present and already you’re starting to grind into his hand again. Without a word, Dottore flips you around onto your hands and knees, lowering half of the table. You’re dizzy for a moment, still coming down from your high when something cold prods at your hole.

“C-Cold!! Dottore-!”

“Hush,” he quiets, continuing to rub the cool gel along your opening. By time he’s done a warm tingling emerges and you’re begging for him to touch you again. He does gladly, but this time not with his hand, the tip of his cock tapping at your entrance instead.

“You want to be satisfied, do you?” He asks, borderline mocking how needy you are for him. He just wants you to voice it.

“Dottore-”

“Say. It.”

“I need you! Okay!? I need you to fuck mE-!” Midway through you’re cut off by the intrusion of his cock, your body jolting forward. Anything you could’ve said after melts into a moan as Il Dottore, the second of the Fatui Harbingers, fucks you like an animal. He fucks you until you cum again, and again, and again; until the affects of the aphrodisiac wears off and then some. Until the only sounds in the room are your moans, skin slapping and the squelches from your hole.

Dottore fucks you until you’re telling him no more, that you can’t go on any longer.

“Ah, ah, ah, I know you can last long enough to give me one more. Besides, you’d hate to cut off our guest’s fun, wouldn’t you?” Guest? Your eyes scan around the room as best they can among the sex haze.

At first you think he’s bluffing, pulling your leg, but then your eyes catch a pair of gold ones across the room. “P-pantalone…?” However, you’re met with silence from the man, just a smile that has a touch too much of something dark and lustful.

Dottore never let up his pace from behind, continuing to pound into you, pushing you impossibly more against the metal examination table. “Surprised are we? I’m curious to know how you didn’t see him this whole time.” His words edge you on more, coiling the knot in your stomach tighter.

You didn’t dare admit this, but there have been times where you’ve fantasized about the ninth taking you alongside your lover. Jerking them off together, one in each hand; blowing one of them while taking the other from behind; you name it, you probably thought it. You can only guess that Dottore caught on to your dark desires.

Nimble fingers circle around you to continue playing with your body from the front, the man behind you leaning his weight against your back as he whispers in your ear. “Are you going to entertain him dear? Cum right in front of him, now aware of his presence. I know it turns you on, you’ve been clenching me harder ever since.”

“F-fuckin’ tease…” you manage to say, shutting your eyes as your pleasure continues to build. At least now you can’t see the captivated eyes of Pantalone (you can feel them though, just as piercing as your lover’s).

“Tsk, such a filth mouth. Perhaps I should punish you.”

“I don’t believe that will be necessary,” the ninth finally speaks up, taking slow steps towards your form. One quick glance down and you can spot just how hard he is through his pants. Your gaze is torn away by a gloved hand, forcing you to look through a pair of glasses and into the golden glow of his eyes.

“You’ve been so good haven’t you, sweet thing. I see no reason not to reward you with your desired release.” His gaze moves behind you to Dottore. The two men have a conversation only they could understand - the verdict? Finish this little session on a high note.

Dottore shifts his posture and stars fill your vision, his cock hitting deeper than it did before. It’s not long until you cum for the last time, slumping against the surface below you. The doctor pulls out and seconds later finishes along your back.

Lethargy settles in fast and the weight of something warm and heavy on your back only coaxes you further into the temptation of sleep. It’s a losing battle after the entertainment you just exerted.

As the last of your consciousness fades, you’re barely able to catch the parting words of The Regrator. “How I would’ve loved to have your mouth around my cock. Hm, shame, perhaps some other time. Rest up dear, and thank you for the show.”

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#dottore x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #dottore x gender neutral reader #genshin impact dottore #—val writes

[globalrebrand]

When You Deny Them

Third Years Part I: Vil, Leona

Warnings: None, not sfw, gn!reader, fluff

A/N: I'll do more of these for the other third years, hopefully.

Vil Schoenheit

With Vil, sex usually happens organically and by mutual invitation. A cuddling session will turn frisky, a scheduled encounter you both have been anticipating all day, (you and Vil are so busy you have to plan sex 😢 but it can still be sexy!)

Otherwise Vil goes off your cues. Touch his thigh and give him sultry look and he’s prepared to put you back in your place for "groping him so brazenly." Crawl into your shared bed and straddle him, or whisper in his ear how much you missed him. After some teasing, Vil will put aside most things to indulge you.

However he’s not used to you not giving him the green light. And Vil prefers you initiate because he likes to feel wanted, it's the ultimately a little ego boost for him. So what does he do when he’s horny but you’re not matching his energy or giving him the signal?

He doesn’t actively seduce you generally. The only times Vil initiates are on special occasions, your birthday, anniversary, etc, or when he’s trying to interrupt your plans so you stay in instead of going out without him.

However, if you keep turning down his advances he'll preen just like a peacock would, metaphorically spreading his tail feathers and flashing them at you.

Vil will put in a little more effort to get your attention. He'll lounge around in silk pajama with the shirt unbuttoned and recline in seductive poses.

He’ll even sneak up on you shirtless, lightly perspiring while wearing some running leggings that show off his toned ass and bulge and whisper in your ear that he's about to take a shower and how boring it would be without you.

If you wave him off he might spill something on you so you have to join him

If those attempts don't work, he'll up the ante. Vil will plan a romantic evening at home, hiring a private chef and serving a meal exclusively of known aphrodisiac foods and red wine. He'll turn on music the two of you can slow dance to on you patio over looking your beautifully maintained garden. Then he presents you with a new piece of jewelry or fancy watch. Hoping that is overtures will entice you. After all what a good partner he is! Spoiling you so.

And if that doesn't work...Vil’s not above playing the jealousy card to rile you.

If he's being subtle he'll post a thirst trap on magicam that will get a lot of attention, if he really wants to make you jealous he'll make sure you see other people fawning over him when you go to events. He hopes you'll get so worked up that you just drag him in to the bathroom and ride him. Pretty please, he won't beg. yet

Vil would never admit it, but he kind of loves then you play hard to get, telling him your busy and denying him, it only makes him all the more eager to finally get you back in his bed, or shower, wherever really since he can be so competitive, but... after a certain time the fun wears off and he has to get more forceful.

He does this by nudging you awake if you fell asleep after completing your nightly skincare routine and telling you that he has something that can ensure you have good dreams (his dick), but if you rebuff him yet again he’ll just shoot straight.

"Is something wrong my love? Have I not made my intentions clear enough? I want you...very badly."

If you tell him you're tired or over worked and thusly not in the mood, he pulls one last resort.

He schedules a vacation where he can have you all to himself.

Vil gets it you are both busy with your respective lives but you both have needs that neither of you are fulfilling with your current routine. If you work he’ll call your boss and tell them he’s taking you on vacation for a month and that if they have a problem with it that he can get you a better job with the snap of his fingers.

He picks an extremely romantic vacation in a gorgeous locale but there's really little point, Vil just wants to keep you in the hotel room.

"Isn't this wonderful, I have you all to myself little one." He'll coo while he curls his arms around you as you look out of a balcony over crystal waters. "Zero distractions. How about you make it up to me? You can start on your knees."

Leona Kingscholar

Sex with Leona is frequent and if it doesn't start as a natural part of how much time you spend napping and cuddling in bed, Leona initiates by telling you exactly what he wants you to do. Sometimes he's sweet and sultry about it, "pretty little herbivore, why don't you go ahead and get yourself off on my dick, yeah?" Other times he's straightforward. "Oi herbivore, get over here and ride me." Depends on his mood.

Regardless, Leona is a man with expectations about the sex he is "owed" in a relationship and if he’s not getting it he’ll be vocal about it. He's horny damn it! You're supposed to take care of that.

If you scold him for being grumpy towards you he’ll probably respond with something snarky like "sorry, I haven’t had my dick sucked in a week" And yes a week is all it takes to have leona protesting about sexual neglect and alienation of affection.

When it comes to you, Leona is absolutely shameless. He goes on the prowl, for you. Stalks you in your (shared) home during the day. He'll tug your undergarments down and grope at you or fondle you over your clothes. He will knock it off if you tell him to in a really firm tone that's not what you want right now, but then he’ll start demanding reasons why the two of you can’t drop everything and fuck in this hallway. The servants would just look the other way so there's really no harm in it, right? wrong

If he’s really desperate he’ll try to service you to entice you. A rare occurrence. You’ll wake up and he’ll be kissing the insides of you thighs and asking if you need him to do anything for you or complaining that he's hungry. Leona makes it very hard to turn him away, but if you have the strength to bat a pining Leona away from your spread thighs power to you.

In another bout of desperation for you, Leona will purposely arrange a situation where you catch him masturbating. On your bed, in the shower, hell even on a couch in a very high traffic area of your home. Shirt unbuttoned, cock out, looking completely unashamed as he asks, "You can help me with this can't you herbivore?"

He'll start walking in on you naked more than he already does to try and strike when you're vulnerable. And while normally Leona's a bit stingy with compliments, they suddenly become free flowing, if a not a little guilt tripping.

"So pretty, herbivore, and for what? Depriving me of this beautiful body. It's such a shame."

After a while Leona makes you a proposition. "If I beat you in chess, I get to do whatever I want with you." He won't take no for an answer (he's painfully stubborn) but the game really isn't fair considering how good Leona is at chess. When he inevitably wins he'll gloat and make sure you make if up to him. He won't tell you, but he really missed your routine intimacy.

"Finally, I can get what I need." Leona purrs as he pulls you into his chest, when you complain about his statement he adds, "Don't worry I'll take care of you too, but you have a lot to make up to me...now on the bed and spread 'em, be quick about it."

#twst wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #leona smut #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #vil schoenheit smut #leona kingscholar smut #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #vil x reader #twst scenarios #twst imagines #vil smut

[semisgroupie]

behind closed doors

roommate!tamaki amajiki x fem. reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: pervy!tamaki, panty stealing, panty sniffing, unprotected sex, creampie, slightly possessive behavior, manhandling (kinda), rough sex, oral sex (f!receiving), messy oral, spit, wall sex, tamaki gets a little feral

synopsis: your roommate is harboring a dirty little secret

a/n: this is for @hhawks debauchery collab!! thank you for letting me join

You’ve lived with Tamaki for almost a year now. Everything has been going smoothly, a perfect division of chores, you two bonded with each other easily, it was just the perfect roommate situation.

But there was something you didn’t know about your lovely roommate…

He was a panty stealing pervert.

He never intended for it to go to the extent that it did, the first time was just a pure accident — well, that’s what he tells himself to sleep better at night. He was just doing laundry and he grew curious when he saw a pair of your silk panties.

The second he brought the fabric to his nose was when he went on a downward spiral. It was like they were calling out to him, enticing him to just take a sniff. It was shameful, dirty, but it was also addictive.

He knew you smelled sweet, from the perfume and lotion you lightly coated on your skin to your natural scent he picked up on when you hugged him in the morning. So, when your panties were right there, he wanted to know if they smelled as sweet as he thought they would.

But he was wrong, he was so wrong.

They smelled sweeter than he could imagine and it was like an aphrodisiac. His cock grew hard instantly and he relieved himself right then and there. Then that moment changed him.

He would always offer to do laundry to satisfy his urges but it wasn’t enough. Jerking off in the laundry room wasn’t enough for him, he needed more. He turned into this insatiable beast, craving what he shouldn’t crave but it just made him crave it even more.

Now when he did laundry he would pocket your panties to save it for later and would just trade them out whenever he did the next load. When he was in the confines of his room he would wrap one pair around his cock while he stroked it and buried his nose into another, wishing and imagining what it would feel like to have you wrapped around his cock.

But after he painted your panties in his cum, that was when the guilt would settle in. He knew his actions were disgusting, they were deplorable, and you were just clueless to it all. Often making comments about how you had to buy new panties because you were always running low, smiling at him and hugging him whenever you saw him, cuddling with him on the couch whenever you two watched a movie, it made him want to dive into a bottomless pit. Still, despite the guilt he would just go back into his perverted routine once you were out or when you went to bed. He still looked through his stash for panties and went back into his lust driven state, using the soft fabric until he was satisfied.

He did everything he could to make sure you would never find out. He didn’t know how you would react, he didn’t want to ruin things between you two. He cared for you so much and he didn’t want to lose you. But today he couldn’t do a double check of his room to make sure your panties were hidden properly, he had to rush out to get to work since his alarm wasn’t set.

It was your day off so you took the day to run some errands and clean up around the apartment. The day was going by smoothly, you were able to complete things that you’ve planned on and now you were cleaning the apartment. Your music blared through your earbuds and you moved through each room with ease, until you reached Tamaki’s room. The door was slightly open and you peeked in, “oh this is a mess.” His sheets were messily placed on the bed and his clothes were spread along the floor.

Normally you would just leave his dirty room for him to clean up but you wanted to thank him for all he’s done for you. And what’s a better thank you than coming home to a clean room? You made your way inside and went to clean up the clothes on the floor, you hung up all his clothes and set a few shirts aside to iron once you were done with fixing his sheets. You moved to his bed and knocked everything off to start with a clean slate, you neatly tucked his sheets in and then you moved to set his pillows on the bed. You picked the first pillow off the ground and fluffed it then set it on the bed and when you moved to do the same to the second one, you felt something bundled inside the pillowcase. Your eyebrows knit together as you stuck your hand inside to find out what it was, your curiosity grew as you felt the soft fabric and pulled it out of the pillowcase.

Once you pulled it out, your eyes widened at the sight. It was your blue silk panties that you had been looking for. Questions swarmed your mind as you looked at the bundle of fabric in your hand. Why did he have your panties? Why didn’t he give it back to you? Did he have more?

You looked over to his dresser and saw one drawer slightly opened. You set the panties and his pillow down and walked over to the drawer. You opened it more and gasped as you saw what was inside. More of your panties that you had thought you lost or misplaced. You couldn’t believe it, you never would have thought that he was a panty thief. You closed the drawer and left his bedroom, you had to think of how to bring up the topic to him, you had to think of what to say. Then it hit you, he told you yesterday that he was going to do laundry today, so you’d catch him while he was in the act.

You acted normal when he came home from work, greeting him the same way you normally did to make sure he wouldn’t figure out that you knew his dirty little secret. You made dinner and once you both finished eating he got up to do laundry. You brought the dishes to the kitchen to make it look like you were going to load them in the dishwasher while he took the basket into the laundry room.

You waited a few minutes then slowly walked to the room he was in, the door was slightly open so you could peek through and see him. That’s when you saw him, he pressed your panties to his nose while his hand worked along the length of his cock. He groaned your name and his eyes were shut. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of his hand on his cock and started feeling a throbbing between your thighs.

Another groan of your name snapped you out of your trance. You quickly opened the door and his eyes snapped open as he looked to meet you. “W-what are you doing here?” He tried to tuck his cock back in his pants quickly and pocketed your panties.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you made your way over to him and took your panties out of his pocket, “what are you doing with my panties?”

A deep blush covered his face and he stumbled over his words, trying to come up with some lie even though you had just caught him red handed. “I-I uh…I’m sorry.”

You laughed and dropped your panties to the floor, “you weren’t sorry before, you have your own little stash in your drawer. Are you trying to get closer to the real thing? All you had to do was ask.” You leaned in closer and moved one hand to grip his cock through his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze.

His mind was going in circles, trying to understand what was happening to him. This had to be a dream, there was no way this could be real, this just had to be a really good dream. You squeezed his cock again and raised an eyebrow. “Tamaki” you sang his name and he looked down at you, “I asked you if you wanted the real thing, if you want my pussy rather than just my panties? It’s rude to not respond when someone is talking to you.”

“Of course I want the real thing.” He spoke before he could think and his hands moved to your waist. “I want you so badly, so fucking badly, since the day you moved in.” He gently squeezed the skin underneath his hands and leaned down to kiss you, he never thought he could be this forward but he’s been so pent up he just needs to act on instinct.

The kiss grew heated quickly, teeth and tongue clashing against each other in a fit of passion. He gripped you tighter and lifted you on top of the running washing machine without breaking the kiss. You moaned against his lips as the vibrations of the machine underneath you hit your cunt. His hands moved down to pull your shorts and panties down, not even taking them off you completely before pulling you to the edge of the machine. He spread your legs wide for him while your shorts and panties dangled off one of your ankles.

He groaned as he saw your lips part for him, “so fucking pretty.” He leaned in and licked up your slit, drinking your juices as it collected on his tongue. He let out another groan and dove in, loudly slurping and sucking as he ate you out. One of your hands gripped the side of the machine you were sat upon while you placed your other hand on his head, tangling your fingers in his indigo locks. He pulled back to spit on your cunt then dove back in, it was messy and sloppy. Each time he pulled back to spit on your pussy, you could see the strings of spit that kept him connected to you. He was completely blissed out as he devoured you, you could practically see him hold back the urge to let his eyes roll back.

“I love your mouth fuck! Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum you’re gonna make me cum.” Your legs shook by his head and he continued lapping at your cunt, sucking on your clit and dipping his tongue inside you to taste you completely. “Cum. I need you to cum.” He groaned against you and moved his hands between your thighs to hold them apart and spread you open more. He couldn’t get enough of you, he could lap at your pussy until a fire burned through his jaw and tongue from how exhausted they were and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Your other hand moved from the side of the washing machine to his hair and tugged on it harshly as you came on his tongue. He dug his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise you as he continued lapping at your pussy, groaning as he drank everything you had to offer him. He continued licking and sucking until you pulled his head away from you. His face was messy with his saliva and your slick as he panted. “I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you? Please can I fuck you?” His cock was throbbing like crazy and he needed to be buried inside you.

“Fuck me please. Fuck me.” You were both desperate for this, you needed each other badly. He pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock slapped against his abdomen and he lifted you off the washing machine and pinned you to the nearest wall. You wrapped your arms and legs around him and he reached down to grip his cock and positioned it at your entrance. “I’m not going soft on you baby, you’re gonna take all I have to give you.” He slammed his hips into you and continued pounding up into you. His pace was brutal and animalistic and you couldn’t do anything but moan his name.

“So good! You’re fucking me so good!” You dug your nails into his shoulders and rolled your head back against the wall. You dropped one hand down to rub your clit and he buried his face in your neck, groaning and biting at the skin. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of you, I don’t want to stop fucking you. I want to make you mine over and over again.” He groaned against your skin as his heavy balls slapped against the curve of your ass. “You’re mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.” Each time the word fell from his lips he slammed into you harder and harder and the last time he said it, you were sent headfirst into your second orgasm.

Your back arched off the wall and your legs shook around his waist. Your pussy gripped his cock tightly and he practically growled against your skin. “I’m gonna fill this tight pussy up, gonna paint your insides with my cum.” He slammed his hips into yours a few more times and held you down against him as he pumped you full of cum. His cock twitched inside you as the seemingly endless ropes of cum filled you. He panted and placed open mouthed kisses against your neck and once he caught his breath he lifted his head.

“Are you okay?” Concern painted his features, a stark difference from how he was a few seconds ago. You nodded and cupped his face before pulling him close to kiss you. “I’m more than okay, that was amazing. I should’ve gone to find your little stash sooner, if this was going to be the result.” He laughed and pecked your lips, a light blush stained his cheeks.

Just as he opened his mouth to respond the washing machine shut off, signaling that the load inside was done. “I’ll bring you to the couch so I can put this in the dryer then I can properly take care of you.” He kissed you as he pulled out of you and momentarily set you down on the dryer so he could pull his pants up then took you back in his arms. He laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

He went back inside the laundry room and took the wet clothes out and put them in the dryer then looked back to see the panties you caught him sniffing earlier on the ground. He picked it up and slipped it in his pocket to add to his collection.

Old habits die hard

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[cherrysha]

Craving

Pairing: Vampire!Phinks x Reader

A/N: this was supposed to be short but it kinda got out of hand...also wanna thank True Blood for the whole 'vampire blood as an aphrodisiac' thing.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Blood, Death, Allusions to Sex, (Phinks could be seen as yandere in this piece)

Hunger. Its the first thing he notices when he opens his eyes. All consuming, bubbling and burning away at his stomach to the point he feels sick. It’d only been a few days since Phinks ate, although the meal itself was more of a snack. He hadn't had the luxury of gorging himself, seeing as he was on the road and there were very few people passing by at that hour in the night.

He had resigned himself to emptying the veins of someone in a nearby village; although they were poor and Phink’s meal reflected that. Instead of the nutrient dense blood he was accustomed to, this man’s had the viscosity of water and left Phinks barely satiated.

At the moment, he wanted to roll over and satisfy his empty stomach with you. It was the easiest option, and he knew your blood to be of high quality; ensured it even, but the last time he fed from you, without slaking his overwhelming emptiness on someone else first, was all too fresh in his mind. Your hollowed eyes and exhausted body had shaken him to his core. Even now he can see your gaunt face flicker through his mind in warning.

Slowly, Phinks rose from the bed, whisper quiet as all of his kind were, before leaving your little cottage just as quietly.

The walk into the city would’ve taken a normal man hours. For Phinks it was barely long enough to reorient himself. The moon shone brightly on the weathered path, casting shadow in the ditches that wagon wheels had left in the dried earth. It had to be close to midnight, although the passage of time seemed torturously fast to him, he’d gotten acquainted with telling it through the cycles of the moon. Phinks had one more week with you before he had to report back to the troupe. He loathed leaving you, the easiest solution being to take you with him, but the idea of any other of his kind looking upon you, drinking from you, was abhorrent to him. No, bringing you with him opened up the possibility that he’d be forced to share; An idea he wasn’t keen on.

The routine of finding his first meal was easy enough. The streets were packed on warm summer nights such as this. People eager to partake in festivities that hadn’t enticed him for nearly a century. There were brothels, bars, and other unscrupulous places to choose from; but Phinks preferred to choose from the nearly empty buildings in the city. 

A rich apartment complex had been built in the heart of town, over the sea of shantytowns that had, at one point, choked off the streets. Now, all that stood were regal, gilded buildings. The residents weren’t his target, no, they’d draw too much suspicion. He craved a filling meal and knew the guards would be all too easy. They were paid enough to be loyal, and that in turn meant they were fed well. He’d just have to set the scene.

Phinks enters the bar a little ways down the street from his targets as he does all things; with an air of smug arrogance that he’s been unable to shake since before he was undead. He fits in with the crowd, so much so that he’s not even questioned as he asks for an entire bottle of whiskey. As long as he’s got the coin to spare it doesn’t seem that the bartender cares. All to Phinks’ benefit. He empties half the bottle on the cobbled streets before returning to his hunt. He’d only need about half of it anyway, and knew better than to drink the swill himself. 

No, the last time he’d tried drinking alcohol he’d vomited so much that Shalnark still mocked him for it. He hadn’t been a heavy drinker before turning, but he’d wanted a touch of normalcy. Food and drink tasted like ash in his throat, yet sweets and alcohol were the worst offenders. The memory makes Phinks grimace, quickening his steps as he heads down the road.

It takes mere moments before two guards are cornered in a dimly lit alley and Phinks snaps both of their necks. He didn’t want to cause any injuries that would spill his dinner onto the dirty cobblestone. He was too smart for that. Instead, he drank his fill before snatching one of their pistols. He aimed, pointing at one guard’s chest and the other’s head before firing. The whiskey was easily dumped into their open mouths and he used the rest to douse them. The bottle clinked against the ground as he admired his work. A late night brawl between the two would draw less attention than finding them dead with their veins sucked dry. The last thing he wanted was a monster hunter on his trail. Phinks quickly emptied their pockets before leaving. You could use the money. Buy yourself something good to eat that, he too, could enjoy.

By the time the moon hung bright in the sky, he’d drank enough to calm his stomach, although his mind was still racing. With his new meal came euphoria, the feeling accompanying the quenching of his hunger. It was during this time that his thoughts inevitably returned back to you. 

He knew running full speed back to you was a waste of energy, but he did so anyway. The night was too perfect, the sky too peaceful to want to be anywhere but by your side. 

He judged by the moon that he must make it back in record time. Maybe a quarter past one if he had to guess. It’d be around this time that you’d start to fidget in your sleep, maybe even wake yourself up in preparation to fulfill his needs. You did so every night, and although he spurned you by ignoring your requests to feed, tonight he’d indulge. 

—

“It’s time.” Phinks calls to you, his curt tone belying a hint of annoyance that he didn’t truly feel. Unbeknownst to you he’d spent far too long just taking in your peaceful form, intent on studying the rise and fall of your chest that felt completely foreign to him at his age. Was there a time when he breathed like that? Out of sheer necessity instead of just having the instinctual urge from time to time? Phinks had copied your movements, breathing in sync with you as you dozed under the clear sky. He found that he enjoyed it, if not just for his senses being assaulted by your smell. He’d even leaned in closer to the juncture of your neck, had breathed in deeply and relished in the scent of blood pulsing just beneath your skin. The smell was exquisite, but what made his mouth water was how he was engulfed in a scent that was undeniably you.

You stir, groaning as you try to sit up, to gather yourself and answer his call. You knew him well enough now that ignoring him and continuing to sleep was not the best idea. Slowly, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before obediently waiting.

“We’re going outside.”

“Why?”

“So many fucking questions. Can’t you just do as you’re told for once?” His answer was sharp, as it always was, but lucky for him you’d just nodded. Gathering yourself before standing.

The night air was crisp, yet still comfortable. You’d even brought a blanket to shield yourself from the dew on the grass. Phinks grimaced at the thing. In truth, he was angered that he hadn’t thought of it, but yet he found the thin fabric to be an annoyance.

He’d made you come outside multiple times, enjoyed the way the moonlight danced along your skin, but to you, he’d always said feeding under the moon was less claustrophobic when he deigned to answer.

You sit, legs folded underneath you as you angle yourself to peer up at Phinks. He, in all restraint, moves slowly to sit in front of you, legs wide and inviting as he reaches for something at his belt.

The knife glints in the light, sharp and dangerous, and you felt your stomach roiling.

“We, we don’t have to do that tonight, Phinks.” 

“But don’t I?” He growled, “You always cry if I don’t” there was a stunning truth to his words, a truth that had you nodding along in acquiescence as he pressed the blade to his open palm.

The sharp pinch was nothing to him; a slight irritant in an otherwise perfect night. An annoyance he was willing to bear for your comfort, although he’d never admit to it.

With no words spoken, you kneeled on the ground before him, letting the warmth of his blood slip past your lips and down your throat with moan. It tasted good, fresh. The tang of it reminding you of ripe fruit, of summer and sweetness that belied the stoic expression of the man in front of you. Phinks resisted the moan that was building in his chest at the sensation of your full lips wrapped around him, drinking him in so greedily it caused hunger to stir in his stomach once more. Your desire was his own, magnified and heightened by the blood slipping down your jaw and onto your neck, pooling on the white fabric of your nightgown. Phinks smiles at the sight of you tainted by him. As you should be.

“So fuckin’ messy.” He tuts, his free hand wrapping around your jaw as he pulls you into his lap. It’s quick, as all of his movements are, but he slows down as he licks a stripe up your neck, cleaning you with his tongue before covering your mouth with his own.

It doesn’t take long before he’s prying you away from him, ignoring the whimpers that echo through the cool night air. You land on your back, legs immediately splaying open in invitation. Phinks takes a moment to consider you, soft hair and even softer eyes as you stare at him pleadingly. So well trained. He doesn’t have to cajole you to open up, to accept what he’s offering you, what he’s taking. In part, he knows it to be the effect of his blood, but on nights like this it was easy to fool himself into thinking the searing affection he had for you was reciprocal in nature. 

Phinks kisses his way up, following the veins marking the path to his next meal, his lips press behind your leg before stopping at the apex of your thighs. He finds that he quite likes breathing, likes the smell of you in his lungs, just as he likes the taste of you in his mouth. He remembers the first time he’d done this. Taken from your pliant body by force. No, his blood wasn’t necessary anymore but it made these shared moments all the more sweet. When he bites down its with enough force to make your legs shut on instinct, to rip a whimper from your lips. Phinks knows its not painful in your current state, can see the proof of your arousal glistening in the moonlight. 

He indulges. Lets his mind wander on thoughts of you as he drinks you deep. Hopes he can engorge himself on the very essence of you. He craves it, an itch in the back of his mind that won’t go away; to consume, to be consumed, until neither you nor him can be separated. He fills his lungs with your scent, ears attuned to the soft whimper of your voice, mouth latched onto your femoral artery and he thinks that this could be enough. 

The air around you shivers with the whine that leaves your mouth once he finishes. Over the past year you’d learned to find pleasure in the pain, learned to crave the feeling even. His mouth leaving your bloodied skin was a denial of that pleasure, the hollow ache in your chest incomparable to the mark he’d left on your skin. 

Again, Phinks reprimands you for being so greedy, for wanting even when he was willing to give. But right now his prize was staring back at him; lust blown pupils trained on his every move as he slinked his way back up your body.

He tastes himself on your tongue. To him, its a bitter tang compared to the sweetness of your blood, but he enjoys it all the same. Enjoys swallowing your moans, sounds made solely for his ears and his alone. He wonders in times like this if you ever regret letting him through the threshold of your tiny home. Allowing him entry when you were too clueless to know you’d dragged home a half dead, and malnourished, vampire.

He smirks at the memory of it. Of your fear, your helplessness as he pinned you down and nearly drank you dry. The only reason he’d stopped was the severity of his injuries. At the time, he had planned to use you as one does a cow for milk. Letting you rest until you’d regained enough blood to nurse him back to health. He’d hadn’t fallen asleep more than twenty minutes before a stake was driven through his chest, high enough that it wasn’t lethal, but deep enough to betray your courage, and he’d fallen for you just as easily as the stake had been pulled out.

Now you were a supplicant at his altar, open and inviting as the pink stain of your feast on his blood betrayed you. As your actions betrayed you. You were his, in every way that mattered, your spirit was intertwined with his own.

“Please Phinks. I need you.” Your pupils are dilated, breath heaving as you beg for him. For all of him.

His tone is dry, an honest smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he replies, “Of course you do.”

#phinks x reader #phinks magcub x reader #yandere phinks

[enticingaphrodite]

Been thinking of that myth where Hades told Orpheus that he could take Eurydice back with him, but under one condition: she would have to follow behind him while walking out from the caves of the underworld, and he could not turn to look at her as they walked.

And then I was thinking of those dumb ass tumblr posts that are like “y’all only say y’all wouldn’t turn back cause u know the story” and it’s like no, u pseudo deep intellectual. I wouldn’t turn back because Hades literallyyyyy says “aight bet, just don’t look”

Hades literally only gave this man ONE single instruction. Leave without looking back. And Orpheus couldn’t even do that. Like yea, this could be a demonstration of just how much he loved her. But I think this is the opposite. I think that this is a demonstration of a lack of trust in their love. If he would’ve loved her more, than he would trust Hades’ word, but above all, he would put his complete trust and faith in their love to just know she would be there following behind him to not turn back.

I’ve also been thinking about the implications of instant gratification vs delayed gratification in this myth, but that’s a whole different point requiring its own post.

#aphrodisiac rambling #Eurydice #mini ramble #Hades #Orpheus #text post #aphrodisiac text #Enticing Aphrodite

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Act 4 Prologue (Azel Radwan)

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

At the same time, in Tanzanite--

The throne room located on the palace's top floor was filled with the joy and excitement of the people.

Amongst the clamor surrounding the night, the immense full moon enveloped the people as if protecting them.

Azel: "Silence."

With just one word from the deity atop the throne, the people immediately fell silent, looking up at the god with awe.

His mystical eyes, filled with stars that seemed to belong to the night sky rather than a human, scanned the people with compassion.

Azel: "The divinations have revealed your fate. Under the divine will, you need to formulate a policy as soon as possible."

Azel: "It's up to you whether you want to utilize or disregard the mercy of the gods. Just don't disappoint me, for the heavenly moon is always watching over you."

As the current deity rose, the people who seemed lost in a daydream all kneeled and bowed their heads simultaneously.

Among them was a man wearing a crown.

King of Tanzanite: "We've prepared a banquet for you. Please, do join us."

Azel: "I appreciate the offer, but with a God present, you may find it impossible to indulge in wine."

Azel: "I shall take my leave, so do not concern yourselves. Ah, and a farewell is unnecessary. I dislike unnecessary fuss."

Azel: "Well, then, have a good night. May the divine grace be upon all the people."

As the fervor waned, the natural tranquility of the night returned.

The deity, walking with resolute steps, suddenly halted when a woman, a dancer, blocked his path.

Woman: "Greetings, esteemed deity."

Azel: "I've just said that your concerns are unnecessary."

The woman held a variety of banquet dishes, their enticing aroma filling the hallway.

Woman: "I apologize for misunderstanding the divine will. However, I thought perhaps you might not attend the feast tonight."

Woman: "This is a modest offering from me. If you would be so kind, may I serve you?"

Azel: "I appreciate your dedication. However, it's unnecessary."

Azel: "I'm in a hurry, so could you please step aside?"

Woman: "Please don't say that. After the lengthy divination, I'm sure you must be hungry."

Azel: "No, it's fine."

A rumble suddenly came from his stomach, momentarily disrupting the sanctity.

Azel: "Anyway, it's okay. Leave me be and go to the feast."

Woman: "Please wait!"

The woman attempted to block his path again as he tried to move forward forcefully.

Azel: "Ah, these clueless folks who just don't get it, no matter what you tell them."

Unaware of his muttered words, the woman stumbled over his foot while trying to approach and fell to the floor along with the dishes.

He looked down at the scattered food and the groaning woman without even offering a hand.

Azel: "Poor thing."

Woman: "Esteemed deity?"

Azel: "I feel sorry for the food that was wasted."

Despite smiling gently, his mysterious eyes seemed completely unconcerned about the events that had taken place.

Azel: "Lick it up."

Woman: "Eh?"

Azel: "It would be a pity if the food went to waste, wouldn't it?"

Azel: "Look, this soup still looks edible."

Azel: "If you crawl like a dog and lick it up, it won't be wasted."

Woman: "What are you…?"

Azel: "Of course, I'm a kind god, so I won't force you to do anything."

Azel: "You're free to follow or defy God's will."

Woman: "........."

Her hesitation lasted only a moment.

She lowered her face to the floor and began licking the spilled soup with her tongue.

As she repeated this several times, something suddenly happened.

The woman's skin gradually flushed, emitting a scent suitable for the night, and her heated gaze met his impassive expression.

Azel: "So you really did slip in an aphrodisiac. Your fortune for today seems to be very unlucky, doesn't it?"

Azel: "Ah, no. Perhaps it's actually very fortunate."

Azel: "Since your beloved god didn't taste it."

Woman: "Please have mercy."

He turned his back, keeping his distance from the woman who reached out to him.

Azel: "Feel free to please yourself all you want. Well then, I'll take my leave."

Azel: "It's already past my working hours, and working overtime is just out of the question."

Woman: "I like you! I'd do anything for you!"

Woman: "Would it be a sin for me to love you?"

Azel: "Let me tell you one thing."

Azel: "Gods don't love people because love is worthless."

Azel: "If you are willing to give me a fortune equivalent to Prince Silvio's, then I might consider it."

Azel: "But if not, it's unpleasant to even have you in my sight."

Woman: "........."

Azel: "Since it looks like you're not getting what I'm saying, let me make it clear."

Azel: "It's time for you to disappear. Get out of my sight, slut."

Woman: "Eeek!"

As if it were all a dream, his face lost all compassion.

With a coldness rivaling that of the desert night, he stared at the woman as if she were a bug.

Azel: "Your feelings are neither love nor anything of the sort. It was just the prattle of a depraved slut drowning in filthy desires."

This time, there was no one to stop his stride.

The god laughed and smiled under the divine glow of the full moon, devoid of mercy or compassion.

Azel: "This nation under the protection of gods is still living in a happy dream."

Azel: "Even though the day when this eternal dream shatters is approaching, I wonder if I'll ever be able to laugh at it."

☆ Ikepri Masterlist

#ikemen prince #ikepri spoilers #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #azel radwan #ikepri azel

[under-cotton-and-calicos]

Seasonal Vegetables

Plant Monster x AFAB Reader

AN: I was eating some corn and suddenly that “Country Girls Make Do” meme popped up in my head so…did you know corn stalks are 8ft/2.4m tall?

Tags: aphrodisiac, plant monster, size difference, non-human genitalia, public sex, oral sex, vaginal penetration, rough sex, facefucking, creampie, dubcon

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Autumn has arrived, bringing with it chilling winds and warm colours. You begin to wear extra layers, sometimes a cozy sweater and occasionally a shawl, and the reprieve from the heat of summer grants you an opportunity to indulge in your favourite spiced drinks.

It is a holiday, which means that the apothecary is closed. You have free time…and you feel horny. Throughout the work week, you found yourself glancing towards the stack of books shoved to the corner of your counter, far away enough from customers and any wandering eyes. “Toya's Incantations, Potions and Rituals for Bodily Ecstasy, from Amateurs to Experts!” hidden between two thick tomes on medicines. It seemed to call out to you, enticing you with the promise of carnal pleasures. There were no small number of times you recalled what happened in your bedroom, flashing glimpses of pink slime, the tentacles around your limbs, the sensation of being pumped full…

The jar still stands on your windowsill, the slime within it waiting patiently for the next time you would call upon it. You were just so busy that you collapsed into bed, frustrated and aching yet too fatigued to do anything about it

Today, you were going to do something about it. Pulling the book free from the stack, you thumb through its pages, the illustrations stoking desire within you. They are not pornographic in an exaggerated nature. If anything, they are tastefully drawn, meant to convey the intent and action of the magicks in the book. The artist has a mastery over anatomy, the objective nudity of the models reminds you of the charcoal dessins in ateliers, though they are postured in alluring compositions. Another thing that strikes you is the emotion on the subjects’ faces- smiling, mouths agape, pinched brows, bitten lips and wide, lust-blown eyes. Even in the most compromising positions, they look like they are enjoying themselves. 

While you flip through the pages, you feel an oddly thick page between your thumb and index finger. As you hold it up to the light from the window, the translucent paper reveals overlapping texts and intricate lines. Gingerly, you peel the two pages apart.

What greets you is a full page spread of an orgy. Within a rectangular frame, about twenty individuals are engaged in all manner of debauchery, bodies entangled with one another, couples and groups huddled over cushions and sofas. The image captures a wide angle, encompassing the entire room. In one corner, an orc lies on their back, a human and an elf grinding themselves on their face and crotch. It is quite frankly, epic.

Upon closer inspection, a table in close proximity from the illustrator’s perspective holds numerous ornate potion bottles. The text beneath the box reads: An orgy, participants imbibed Aphrodite’s Kiss (see page 14). 

A potent aphrodisiac, takes immediate effect and increases vitality, libido and stamina. An ounce will suffice for one full night.

Aha, you had found your endeavour for the day. After a week of being pent-up, a day getting ravaged by your slime monster would be a fine reward. You squeeze your thighs together, the thought alone sending shivers down your spine.

Dried ginseng, rose petals and honey you had readily available. The potion would require you to retrieve fresh water from a running river and a drop of blood after mixing all the previous ingredients together. After throwing together the chopped ginseng, rose petals and a few drizzles of honey into a potion jar, you leave your cottage for the closest stream, across the farm fields a ways away from the rest of the village.

It is a quiet day, you assume most of the village folk had left earlier in the day for the week-long festivities in town and none would bother to spend their free time toiling in the fields . Lucky for you. Once the bottle is filled with about an ounce of water, you prick your finger with a clean needle, watching the red diffuse into the clear liquid. You deposit the bottle into the pocket of your apron, humming as you begin the trek home. Along the vast fields of green and swelling, orange pumpkins are Halloween decorations. Scarecrows painted with wicked grins and carved pumpkin lanterns. You enjoy treating the children to sweets from Alistair’s, bright red jellies shaped like brains and chocolate moulded into severed fingers. Their screams of delight never grow old.

Lost in thought, you startle when a black cat streaks past you, causing you to lose your footing and tumble face-first into the field. 

Absentminded fool, you grumble as you push yourself upright, assessing the aches in your body for any serious injury. Thankfully, you’re fine, save for a shallow cut on your cheek. As you stand, you realise that the potion had fallen from your apron, its contents spilled onto the soil. What did they say about black cats again?

The sound of leaves shuffling and stalk snapping draws your eyes away from the concoction seeping into the dirt. You sense a strange, tense gathering of energy in the air, coalescing the space right in front of you. The corn stalks that tower over you are drawn together, bunching and folding into a huge mass. Your hair stands on end, from the situation or the electricity in the air, you do not know. Even without your staff, you are confident in your ability to defend yourself, so you stand your ground as the vegetation surrounding you seems to come alive.

Gradually, the green bunches together to form a human torso, leaves akin to sinew and muscle mass folding over joints made of thick stalk. Thighs and then full legs grow. The creature kneels on the ground, hands forming and arms building upwards until it meets their rightful place on its shoulders. Its hands fumble across the ground, grasping until it finds purchase on a carved pumpkin, which it places on its neck. It stands, height just shy of peaking over the surrounding crops. Even under the dim street lantern, you can see a yellow corn cob dangling between its legs, stark against its light green body. The creature’s carved out “eyes”, glowing from the candle inside its head, seem to focus on you. Out of the corner of your eye, the corn rises to attention.

The puzzle pieces quickly fall into place. Your potion, with its vitality-boosting properties, was able to wake…whatever this creature was. And being powered by an aphrodisiac, this creature was made to fuck.

A hand reaches out to cup your cheek, its palm covering half of your head. The feeling of the appendage is foreign, not exactly smooth, but comforting like a warm bundle of leaves. The monster’s chest rises and falls, as though breathing, and it pulls back its hand to inspect a smear of blood, your blood, on its fingers. A glowing, otherworldly tongue extends from the pumpkin’s mouth, tasting your blood on its hand.

In an instant, you find your world turned around, so dazed that you don’t realise you’re on your back. The monster has tackled you to the ground, its huge hands pulling off your apron and pushing your skirts up your thighs. Of course, it wants to fuck, and you want to, but you’re well aware that someone might walk by and catch you getting speared by a giant plant monster.

Your hesitation, which would have been responded to by your slime, fails to stop the monster. It continues to pull apart your clothing, pulling your dress over your head and tearing away your smallclothes. The abrupt change from your thick clothing to being exposed to the chill evening air raises goosebumps across your skin and your nipples harden. The monster’s body emanates heat in waves, and you’re glad you won’t freeze to death while it does…whatever it wants to you.

The idea is equally thrilling as it is frightful. The rational part of your brain grows weaker and weaker, any protests you had fading into the back of your mind as the monster’s bright and long tongue snakes its way down to lick your cunt. It presses against your clit, slimy and warm, the glorious stimulation to your sensitive nub making you keen and moan. Its hands cover your chest, pebbled nipples rubbing against the coarse leaves.

The monster gets on its knees once again pulling its tongue out of you and back into its mouth, its corn cob bobbing in front of your face. Before you can get your bearings, its hands grasp both sides of your face and force your mouth onto its makeshift cock. You’re caught off guard, gagging as it forces itself deeper down your throat. It’s solid, thicker and longer than the average human penis. Despite the feeble beating of your fists against its sides, it continues to savour the feeling of your tight throat around its cock. Does the monster know you could break? Does it care?

Fuck it, you cling onto the monster’s pumpkin head for purchase, drawing it closer between your open thighs to urge it on faster. It slips within you, not thick enough to stretch you but long enough to drag against that sweet spot inside. The monster’s hands grope your chest and your waist, as if unsure of what soft surface to latch onto while it pleases you with its tongue. Its hot, sticky texture steadily builds the tension in your cunt, and as you grind down on it, its grip around your body tightens, pushing some of the air out of your lungs. The constriction, the monster eating you out voraciously sends you over the edge and you cum hard, whining and moaning and spasming. It had already turned dark, but the pumpkin head and distant street lanterns are enough to grant you a clear view. It is silent, save for your pants and the occasional frog or cricket. Dimly, you realise that it smells grassy and sweet.

Spots dance across your vision as you struggle around the monster’s massive girth. At the last second, it pulls you off its cock, your chest heaves as you take in as much air as you can before the monster plugs your mouth once again. This time, it bobs your head back and forth, using your throat like a toy. Tears well up in your eyes from the strain, their salt stinging the cut on your cheek. You’re gripping onto the monster’s sides and trying your best to relax your throat, to make this easier on yourself. It uses you relentlessly, giving you a few lungfuls of precious air before you can pass out then plunging back into you again. As your mouth and throat are abused, you think of how it would look- someone stumbling across you buck naked in the middle of a field, on your knees receiving a facefucking from a monster. Its viciousness and strong grip around your head arouses you even more, and in spite of the struggle, wetness continues to build between your legs. 

Your jaw is aching and you’re light-headed by the time the monster grows satisfied of using your mouth. Spit dribbles down your chin and splatters onto your chest as it pulls out of you and releases its grip on your head. It gives you nary a second before it picks you up like you’re a rag doll, lining itself up with your entrance. You can feel how big it is, wedged between your lips. It would hurt, but you are so hungry, so eager to be filled and fucked that you throw caution to the wind. 

The monster sinks you down onto its cock, your slickness making the entry easy, and the stretch, oh the stretch is divine. The hardness of the cob is so different from the pliant sensation of your slime, and so much more solid and unforgiving. Its ridges add pressure and friction in all the right ways, and you groan pathetically as the monster bounces you up and down. Any initial pain from its insertion withers away as it quickens, using you as a fucktoy around its cock. You’re gushing around it, producing more slick to accommodate its size and rough pace. Blearily, you look down to watch the monster’s massive cock spear through you, feeling its bumps against your sensitive walls as it drags against your insides. It's so big that it fills you thoroughly, pounding against your sweet spot and overwhelming you with pleasure. With a cry, you climax again, clenching around it and thrashing your legs. Whether it was your dizziness or the rough treatment that made you black out, you do not know.

You recall blinking in and out of consciousness several times, vision blurry and head spinning from exhaustion and pleasure. Your mind hazy, only filled with the thought of getting filled. The clearest thing that cut through all of it were the sensations. The ache in your back and hips as the monster folded you in half to fuck you. Its hands, dwarfing your body, squeezing your sides and your legs thrown around its waist. The tingles and shivers as it laved your chest and neck with its tongue. 

The final time you gain consciousness, it has you on your back, legs folded back in a mating press. Your cunt is gaping and wet, sore and aching to be filled again, just as it has been for hours. The sky is turning velvet blue, and the light inside of its pumpkin head seems dimmer somehow.

The monster’s tongue licks stripes up your chest and face, snaking into your mouth to entwine itself around your tongue. It’s oddly gentle, even as it ravages your bottom half, each thrust pushing you further into the ground. It bottoms out one final time, hips stuttering as it cums, hot, viscous seed filling you, shooting past your cervix and feeding your womb. It cums an ungodly amount, you can feel the heat of it within your belly, and drops leaking out even as you are both joined. The monster thrusts shallowly, your tight walls milking every little bit of cum from it until it’s finished. It pulls out of you, the sudden emptiness making you groan. Seed leaks out of you, past your buttocks and onto a puddle in the soil.

When you wake, you’re on your couch at home, naked, sticky and sore. It’s daytime, the sun is full in the sky. After gathering your strength and limping to the window, you see a loose mess of green leaves, a carved pumpkin and a corn cob on your front step.

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Madara Uchiha x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: too many to count, afab!reader, rough sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, the Uchiha breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, Madara has a big dick Uchiha, blindfolds, hands are tied, stomach bulge, mating press, overstimulation, some temperature play, strong language

A/N: This monstrosity has way too many tags, forgive me if I didn't tag every kink. Honestly this was only supposed to have like, two kinks or so, but uh obviously that did not happen and I'm not sorry about it. If this one does well enough I plan on writing a Sacrificed for each of the founders trio, and if I feel the inspiration after that I could add other Naruto characters as well so, let me know if that's something you'd be interested in.

A HUGE thank you to @therantingfangirl for helping me edit this oversized self indulgence! She's the best you guys, I love her and you should send some love her way! This wouldn't have been out as quickly, and would've had many more typos lol, if not for her. So tell her thank you for me~

edit 7/30/22: WE NOW HAVE ART!! A biiiig huge thank you to the amazing @skydaddy01 for their incredible art. They did a fanfuckingtastic job creating god!Madara's appearance, especially with so little to go off of because I'm bad at asking for things. Seriously, go check them out, especially if you like the art~

Without further ado, enjoy Sacrificed (Sun)

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Villagers scattered about, decorating homes and streets alike, preparing drums and costumes with jovial attitudes; the excitement was palpable. Most everyone looked forward to the Festival of the Sun, it was hard not to! The music, the ritual dancing, the offerings of food and wine to the gods as well as loved ones were certainly something to be excited about. The festivities themselves lasted for an entire week. It had to in order to entice him down from his place of rest. He was hard to excite, after all.

The Festival of the Sun is performed once a year before the cold season begins in order to plead with the sun god for protection from death during the upcoming frost. At the peak of the festivities, a living sacrifice is offered to the deity, but seldom does he come down. Most sacrifices come back without having even felt his presence, however throughout the history of the festival there were rare instances of his sacrifice being found dead at the end of the celebrations. The manner of death was always the same, burnt from the inside out. These instances came to be synonymous with having met him.

That fact made you, the sacrifice chosen for the upcoming celebrations, a bit nauseated. The idea of meeting the sun god made you nervous for many reasons; you were his devout follower, a young peasant chosen by the temple due to your dedication to your faith. At least, that’s what they told you when they notified you of your impending position. Your faith was well known in the village, you made the hike to his temple every two days without fail and prayed for hours in his sanctuary as well as volunteered to help clean the entirety of his temple.

His statues had always entranced you and you often wondered if that was what he really looked like. Was he really that tall and broad? Certainly awe inspiring if true. You’d run the soapy cloth along the carvings of his hair and close your eyes, guiltily pretending you were running your fingers through his majestic locks, it was so long, and the artist made it look so wild and untamed, giving his likeness a dangerous edge that made you bite your bottom lip. It would not be an exaggeration to say you were attracted to your god, or rather to the idea of him.

You had never met him or even heard his words as some priests had claimed to have heard. The high priest, the one who informed you of your role in the festivities, had said that your devotion moved the god and he had asked for you; that made you roll your eyes. As if the sun god himself would ask for you. The odd one, no family or friends, let alone a dating history, or anything of the sort that would catch the attention of anyone let alone such a powerful and incredible god. No matter, it would just mean another year without his appearance, though there is the possibility he’s so enraged by your presentation that he decides to burn you like the others.

He was not known for his mercy, after all. His lust for blood was legendary and his rivalry with the god of the forests still affects humanity despite their typically dormant state. Their battles have scored the earth and ruined oceans, much to the god of the sea’s displeasure. The temple texts state that the gods of forest and sun reawaken every century to continue their discourse. Were the previously killed sacrifices burned for his amusement or was he displeased with their appearance? Being burnt from the inside out at the hands of your beloved deity, was that your destined end?

As you contemplated your possible demise, the festival began. For the first three days your job was to stay in the temple. You were to pray all day, bathe in the ceremonial waters, and eat only the fruits provided. Each day the ceremonial drumming, which was performed as the sun began to set and would continue until sunrise, could be heard despite the temples stone walls. Their beat entrancing and familiar. It gave you something to look forward to as you prayed without response.

On the fourth day you weren’t allowed to eat anything, only drink a strangely viscus and milky liquid with no taste that left the core of your being feeling cold. The usual warm bath with citrus scents was replaced with the same cold and thick liquid you were forced to drink. Are they trying to give me a cold before they send me to my death? You thought as you shivered. The older priestesses were made to wash you, they rubbed the fluid into every part of your being. Maybe I’ll freeze before I’m burnt alive.

It was almost like a massage, the way the older women prepared you. The way they rubbed the fluid into the flesh of your breasts made you blush, and the blush only deepened when your sex was given the same amount of attention and pressure. You bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut. The feeling was a bit unusual. Heat began to swirl in your center, and it helped you fight off the cold for the rest of the bath.

When you were brought out of the bath rolls of white and red silk were draped around your body in odd patterns. The material itself felt wonderful but they tied the red pieces around your arms and neck, while the white silk they used to bind your chest and cover your mound. It was an odd feeling, only being partially dressed and your abdomen being bare made you flush in embarrassment. They tied your hair back in a braid that was as long as your hair would allow, and they twisted the same type of red silk around it. You were not allowed to look at your own appearance and one of the women led you out of the temple without so much as a word.

Once outside you began to shiver again and your bare feet gracing the soft grass only made you feel colder. The breeze made goose flesh begin to rise along your skin and you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep warm. Sounds of the villagers enjoying the festival gave you something to focus on. What would you be doing, if you were not here? Enjoying some wine perhaps, dancing around the oversized fire that was lit in your god’s honor? Mmm maybe even enjoying a full plate of roast boar, your stomach grumbled at the thought.

A group of priests, including the high priest, emerged from the temple and began to lead you further to the west of the temple. On that side there was a trail. Most everyone knew of the trail, but it was not to be used by anyone but the blessed. It led up to the highest peak in the valley and at the top stood a temple made specifically to hold the sun god’s presence when he graced the earth.

The high priest ushered you onto the trail and began to walk in front of you, the others following behind. The entire hike up felt very stiff and uncomfortable, it made you more nervous than you already were. The high priest stopped, as did you, right before the doors to the sacred temple. It was much grander, the walls made of marble instead of stone with gold gilded doors and carvings of suns in the luxurious columns. A strong wind practically blew through you, and you wondered if you’d ever feel warm again. A quick glance around at the people meant to guide you made your stomach twist in knots. They all had such grave expressions. You wondered what was next and began to try to convey your question with your eyes but they refused look at you. “Um,” you began. “Excuse-“

A loud shout rang out from the village, the signal to start the drums. Startled, you glanced at the sky and saw that the sun had begun to set. The high priest turned and walked until he was right in front of you. He began to press a large flask of what looked to be the same viscous liquid into your hands while a different priest came behind you and began to tie a red ribbon made of the same silk tightly around your eyes. The cool material caused your heart to beat as hard as the drums. “Drink this once the sun has fully set, there will be more inside, be sure to drink all of it throughout the next few days.”

Your breathing picked up. Someone, you weren’t sure who, began to tie your wrists together in front of you. “Do not attempt to look at him,” the high priest spoke again. “Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact. You may roam around the temple but do not leave it.” How did he expect you to roam without being able to see? “We will be back at the end of the festival to collect you, do as we say and as he says and you will survive,” he paused, “probably.”

You nodded nervously; you couldn’t see his face but could feel the sense of dread in the air. “Alright, let us begin.” Someone began to push you forward and you felt your bare feet touch the chilled marble, heard the large doors creak open, and felt the plush of a cushion as they sat you down on the floor. Once their touch left you, the sense of foreboding increased. When you heard the door slam shut you knew you were alone.

You could hear the high priest begin a prayer outside the door, though it was rather muffled, you pressed your fingers against each other, and you tried to calm your nerves by joining in on the prayer. “Allow your warmth to protect and guide me,” you muttered. After a moment’s hesitation you added, “and your cruelty to pass over me.” And altogether you ended the prayer with an ‘amen’ though yours felt a tad more strained.

Through the blindfold you could make out vague shapes thanks to the small amounts of light; but that was all you could see, and once the sun set you would essentially be blind. You stayed seated for a time and fiddled with the flask that you had been given. The wrappings around your wrists weren’t painful or too constricting but they did limit what you could do. How were you supposed to stay like this for four nights and three days? “Where even is the restroom?” You glanced around at the shapes that made up what you could see. “Do gods even use the restroom?”

After a few more minutes of fretting and shaking you decided to stand and try to figure out what was in the room. You placed your arms out in front of you. Your hands may have been bound but you were still able to grab a hold of things. The temperature of the temple was colder than the temperature outside, it was similar to the biting chill of the nights in the cold season. At this point you wondered if you were doomed to die from frostbite. The tips of your fingers scraped against the cold marble of the walls, and you continued to glide your hands along the carvings to guide you through the area. As your vision began to worsen you knew the sun was almost under the mountain.

Your fingers brushed against a metal decoration and you began to explore the piece to the best of your abilities. It felt like a throne, a large one, with a cushion made of the same type of silk that was draped around you. The size of the throne made it feel a bit more like a small loveseat, you couldn’t imagine it being too comfortable with all the surrounding metals. Beside the throne seemed to be a short table with a pitcher atop it. The pitcher was carved, and you could tell it was well crafted by running your fingers along the object. It felt much too light to be filled with anything, much to your chagrin. You had been hoping for a sip of real water.

While there was still a bit of sunlight left you decided to try to explore the center of the room a bit more. You walked cautiously from the throne to the middle of the area and saw a shadow that seemed to be a table or something similar. It was a bit tall to be a table and you placed your hands on it and felt that it was also made of a cold marble. There were no chairs around it and as your fingers brushed along the edges you felt that there were words engraved on it. You wondered if they were gilded with gold like the carvings on the outer columns had been. Slowly, you attempted to read what was engraved around the table. “A sacrifice of flesh and blood,” you muttered. “Well, that would be me.”

“Is that right?”

You flinched. That was not a voice you recognized. It was deep and alluring, with an inflection that sounded almost amused. The man’s voice had come from behind you, where you remembered the throne being. Cautiously, you turned toward where you thought the voice was coming from but immediately had to squeeze your eyes shut. All there was in that direction was a bright light, like the sun itself had come to rest in front of you. Wait, your breath caught in your throat. The sun itself?

“A-Are you perhaps-“

“Yes?”

You felt so hesitant. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, the urge to drop down on your knees and bow was at the forefront of your mind. There was a warmth, an intense but welcome warmth, that began to move toward you. Your eyes were still closed tight; even behind the blindfold his brightness was too much. Like a warm breath it felt like his presence was closer, but you weren’t sure how close. Without much more thought, you gave into your urge and got down to your hands and knees with your head resting atop your extended arms on the floor. Even the floor felt warmer now than it had before his arrival. “My lord!”

“Hm, not quite as interesting as I was expecting.” He sounded so close, almost as if he was directly above you. “But not altogether unpleasant.”

Your skin began to tingle from the contrast in temperature. Hot and cold. Internally, you still felt like you were freezing but externally his presence had warmed everything to such a degree it felt like you might melt. Lightly, it felt like just the tips of his fingers, began to trial down your exposed spine, like he was counting vertebrae. Again, your bottom lip felt the sting of your teeth as your mind reeled at not only meeting but being touched by your god. The same god whose likeness you had thought of in some not so holy ways.

“Is it still too bright?”

“P-Pardon?”

“I understand that my presence tends to be overwhelming for human eyes, shall I dim myself?” He answered his own question, as the harsh biting against your eyelids seemed to lessen and instead of a sun his presence looked more like a group of brightly lit candles. It hurt still, but you were finally able to open your eyes. You wanted to look at him, wanted to take the blindfold off and gaze upon his glory but you kept your head down, afraid of the consequences of doing so. “Thank you for your consideration, my lord.”

“Still so polite,” his dry chuckle was like velvet in your ears. You shivered, but not from fear or temperature; you wanted to hear him speak more. The pleasing thought of having him order you around floated about in your mind. Warm, overly warm, fingers gripped your chin roughly and had you look up at the veiled view of his face. “I like how you’ve thought about me a lot better than the way you’re speaking to me now.”

Your heart hiccupped. Your thoughts of him!? You could feel the color drain from your face. All the unsavory thoughts you had about his image filtered through your mind at once. The few times you had touched yourself had also been to ideas of him. Would he kill you now for your blasphemous behavior? Was he aware of all of them? That rich chuckle continued to fill your ears, much more amused this time, and he turned your head from side to side as if in assessment of a product at the market. “Don’t be so nervous, child. You act like I’m going to burn you alive.”

You were pretty sure he might.

There were no details, but from his outline it seemed like the statue was rather accurate. His hair was long, spiked, and wild like the mane of a lion; his shoulders broad and perfectly set. He barely had a hold on your chin but the bits of his fingers you could feel felt strong, large, and overly warm. The high priest had told you not to look at him but maybe? Just a peek? “Can I remove the-“

“Do you want to go blind?”

“What?”

“Do you think you can stare directly at the sun without repercussions? You’ll go blind if you look at me with your naked eye.”

“Oh,” you pressed your lips together, your cheeks red with embarrassment. “Right, yes, that makes sense.”

“Eager to see your god, are we?”

You wanted to nod but refrained and he let go of your chin. “You haven’t finished the elixir yet.” He said it as a statement of fact and let out a sigh that sounded exasperated. The blood in your veins rushed at a dizzying pace and you felt panic begin to rise in your throat. Had you displeased him? Would he leave because of it? Anything but that.

“I hadn’t realized the time, please forgive-“ Wet warm lips pressed against yours midsentence. It was intense and hot, so very hot. One of his large hands grabbed the back of your head roughly, forcing you to tilt your head back and he tugged on the braid. The surprise made you flinch, and your mouth opened slightly, but it was enough for him. He began to force a liquid into your mouth from his. It was different from the others; it had a sweet taste to it that sat heavy in your center. The warmth of his lips felt like it might burn, but the cool of the liquid soothed it almost immediately. The contrast made you moan, and his tongue began to enter your mouth.

Your eyes squeezed shut and you began to feel turned on as his tongue caressed and pulled at your own. Were you allowed to kiss back? How was this supposed to work? Another noise escaped you as his tongue scraped against the roof of your mouth, slowly and with intent. You squeezed your thighs together in an attempt to calm down. He pulled away slowly, allowing his tongue to linger against yours in the space between you. The sun god chuckled once again, “That face is rather enticing.”

If only you could see what face it was. His touch left you and the warmth of his being began to dissipate. “Resting for so long can be quite boring,” he began, his voice sounded like it was back at the throne. When you opened your eyes you could see the light of his being further back, it seemed as if he was sitting on the golden décor. It almost looked like he was slouched, with one hand against the arm rest and his head on his fist, but that was just your assumption. You had no way of seeing the details of his form. “So, while we wait for the elixir to kick in, entertain me.”

Entertain? How? Should you ask? What if that angered him? He didn’t seem like the patient sort. You heard a sound similar to liquid filling a basin and saw him shift as it looked like he may be drinking. Your heart pounded in your ears in time with the beat of the drums that boom from below. Oh, was that it? At this point in the evening, for the festival, everyone would be dancing. Is that what he wanted? The dance was created for his worship, after all.

You stood on nervous legs, your hands still bound, and listened patiently to the beat. When you felt you had a good enough idea of the rhythm you began the dance. It was fast, continuously moving, with moves similar to dodging attacks in a spar. When the drum paused you twisted your spine and bent backward, almost hitting the sacrificial table behind you, and stretch your arms up behind your head to touch the cool marble. The stretch made you feel exposed. Your neck, abdomen, and legs were on full display. As the pause remained, so did your position. It was difficult, but the dance seemed to warm you up. You felt the flush travel across your body, and you began to feel rather thirsty. You resumed at the same time as the drums.

Everything seemed to disappear as the song continued. Your muscles began to loosen, your tension nonexistent, you completely forgot where you were or why you were even dancing in the first place. It was like you were hypnotized to follow the music. One foot out in front and the other behind, your hands pushed out in front almost like you were begging. Everything felt warm now, your breathing was labored from exertion. Much to your embarrassment, even your core felt a bit sticky. Your hair began to frame your face and you barely registered that the braid had come loose. “Keep dancing,” came his silken command. So, you did.

His approach was harder to feel this time, the difference in temperature not quite as stark, but when his hand caressed the side of your neck you gasped at the excess heat. “I didn’t say you could stop.”

Right, more dancing.

One of his hands remained at your neck, curling around it like a collar and restricting your movements. You couldn’t move away from him without feeling choked. His other hand slid down the length of your swaying curves, from the tops of your covered breasts to the dip of your hips where the white ribbon was tied. The heat was almost sweltering and the ache in your sex began to grow. He tugged and the silk around your waist began to slip away, creating static as it fell from your flesh.

You couldn’t help but stop, your senses now fully focused on your naked lower half. Without the cloth your arousal was even more obvious, its evidence sticking to your thighs. “I don’t like to repeat myself,” he growled so close to your ear. A shiver wracked your form, and you did your best to start moving again, but his hand inching toward your center made you lose your rhythm and your movements became awkward. His hot tongue began to lick a stripe along the red silk wrapped around your collar bone. His warm fingers began to stroke the plush flesh of your mound. A fresh wave of slick began to coat your labia.

“Mm,” you pressed your lips together. You felt like you were on fire. “My lord, please,” you whispered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.

“Tsk, you know my name. Say it.”

He was giving you permission to call him by name? His fingers trailed down and began to stroke the naked flesh of your sex. The amount of wetness made the sounds of his fingers vulgar as he moved them back and forth against the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, and you gasped, his warm fingers immediately zeroing in on your clit. The heat was overwhelming, adding extra stimulation to your already pulsing bud. Your core began to clench, and your hips reflexively bucked toward his hand. “Go on,” he chided. “Say the name of your god, tell him how badly you want him to finger you.”

Your vagina pulsed at the thought. Saying his real name was taboo in the temple, but he was giving you permission. It was impossible to think, his fingers sped up their assault. Only incoherent noises left your throat as your knees began to buckle. How were you this close already? The hand that was around your neck squeezed teasingly, cutting off your air flow temporarily, before moving down to support your lower back as your legs threatened to give out. Instinctively you reached out and tried to use his arm for support before immediately pulling your hands back. They burned, like you had touched a hot stove.

“Do not try to touch him, only he can initiate contact.” The high priest’s words rang out in your mind.

“Weren’t you warned pet?” His head leaned down to your burnt hands, his fingers not ceasing, and he licked along your palms as if to soothe them. The mixture of pain and pleasure only brought you closer to the edge and you began to buck your hips in earnest. Your pleasured noises began to grow into full moans as you approached your peak.

Quickly, without warning, he removed his fingers from your clit and unceremoniously thrust two inside of your entrance. It burned, the heat and the pain of the stretch, but it brought you over the edge anyway. He hadn’t even had to move his fingers and you were already clenching down on them. Tears welled in your eyes behind the blindfold, and you called out, “Ahh, Madara!”

“How cute,” he announced, his voice a note or two deeper, the arm that was supporting you was trembling. “So eager that you came just from having my fingers inside you?”

Madara began to move his fingers, slow and deliberate, making sure to scrape them against your walls and ensuring that pain accompanied the pleasure. He moved his mouth to your neck and tugged at the red ribbon, untying it with his teeth and exposing the rest of your body to his gaze. He began to scissor your entrance and you felt the tightness in your gut return. “Such a naughty human, touching yourself to the thought of your god. Did you think I wasn’t watching? Did you think I wouldn’t know?”

You felt like you were burning, and you heard the juices of your arousal splash against your skin. His thick fingers began to thrust quickly, and he brought his palm up to rub at your sensitive clit. A whine left your throat. He continued his verbal assault. “I watched you each and every time you called out to me with lust. I saw the way your greedy pussy swallowed one, then two, even three of your own fingers. But it was never enough, was it? You needed something else, needed these fingers to fill you.” He added a third finger and you had never felt so full. A cry of his name left your lips again and that rich chuckle of his vibrated through you. “Well how is it? Now that you have the real thing, is it satisfactory? Are you still feeling greedy?”

“It’s good,” you slurred in a drawn-out moan. His fingers began to push at your walls in opposing directions and you thought you might drool. “So so good.”

“Only good? Well, I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

All three fingers curled at once and began to press on a specific part of your walls. Your breathing stopped, your body convulsed, your toes curled, and your vagina clenched like your life depended on it. His palm pressed hard against your abused bundle of nerves, and you came yet again. But this one was different, more intense, almost painful as it washed over every part of your being. You felt dizzy before you remembered to breathe. His hand kept moving but you were at your wits end. “Too much, ah,” you wanted to grab a hold of his arm but barely registered you would get burned again if you did. Your sex throbbed painfully. “Please lord Madara,” you pleaded. “It’s too much.”

The sun god removed his fingers slowly but made sure to keep supporting you. You watched as the vague light of his being seemed to lick a trail from his own palm down his arm and he moaned deeply as he followed the trail back up to his palm. He moved his hand away from his own mouth and brought his fingers to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

Your tongue poked out of your mouth shyly and you wrapped it around the three fingers hesitantly. A grunt left your throat as you tasted yourself on his digits. He shoved the three of them into your mouth, not willing to give you the chance to continue to do as you pleased. Obediently, you sucked. The heat from his fingers almost felt like they would burn your mouth too. Again, you wondered what he looked like in full detail. You gently scraped your teeth against the three digits. “Good pet,” he muttered and pressed the pads of his fingers down on your tongue. “Now, lay down on that table. I’m going to take my sacrifice.”

Madara removed his fingers and let go of you entirely. You stumbled, almost fell to your knees again as your support disappeared. Thanks to the light of his being you were able to see the shadows that made up the cold marble of said sacrificial table. As much as you tried to make your crawl a top it look sexy, you fumbled a few times. It was rather high, making it difficult to crawl onto, but your inability to be graceful didn’t seem to deter him as he was atop you the moment you fully laid down.

The sun god’s scorching lips graced yours once more and this time you tried to meet his tongue stroke for stroke. His impossibly warm palms enveloped your breasts and began to mold them to his liking, almost as if he was trying to change their shape to his hands. For the first time you felt his entire body as it pressed against you. His muscles were firm as they met your squishy flesh and the hardness of his arousal rubbed against your belly in interest. It leaked with precum and the thought of that being your doing gave you butterflies. Slowly he pulled away, he seemed to sit up for a second as you heard the sounds of a glass bottle opening. His own breathing sounded labored, but it paused as he began to gulp down whatever he had opened.

When he was seemingly satisfied, he pressed his lips to yours again, and much like the first kiss, forced the liquid down your throat. Some of it dribbled down the side of your mouth, being too much to swallow all at once, but it didn’t seem to bother him as he continued to aggressively explore your mouth. What surprised you was when he began to pour out the chilled liquid onto your overheated sex. Your back arched, the contrast in temperatures a shock to your system.

He threw the glass bottle away and it broke against the flooring with a loud crash. His thick fingers began to coat themselves in the fluid and started to scoop it into you. You groaned into his mouth. Madara kept pushing it in, forcing it as deep inside of you as his fingers would allow. It felt odd, his hands and your body heat slowly warmed the liquid as he pushed it inside. The god pulled away from the kiss with a loud breath. “No more games,” he announced and pulled his fingers away.

The sound of his slick fingers against his own flesh made you shiver. You wished you could see it, him fisting himself atop you. What a gorgeous sight that would be, it was almost worth the risk of going blind. Almost. He lined himself up with your entrance, one hand holding your tied wrists above your head and the other holding him in place. His tip felt large as it twitched impatiently against your hole. Anticipation made you hold your breath.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

He thrust in and your jaw dropped. Big, he was so big. You felt overstuffed, like there were six of his large fingers shoved inside. Madara pushed forward more, your walls spasming around the intrusion. He was too big; it was too much. You felt like you were going to break, like he’d split you in half. More of his shaft entered you and he groaned, his guiding hand now reaching up to grip your hip and push you further onto him. It felt like he had knocked the wind out of you as the tip of his penis hit your cervix. Surely that was it, he couldn’t go any further. “Pretty little thing, so fucked out already and I’ve barely even started,” he chuckled, his words strained. He brought the hand that was holding your wrists down to wipe your chin of drool that you hadn’t even realized was there. “You’re so wet,” he grunted and pulled his hips back before snapping them forward quickly. You grunted, the drag of his dick the best thing you had ever felt. “Behave and I might just reward you.”

He began to thrust in earnest, the mushroom head hitting against your cervix with each thrust in, like it was trying to bury itself deeper inside of you. Your back bowed and he forced your hips to meet his. You brought your hands up and began to grip at the edge of the marble table. Your white-knuckled grip the only thing keeping you grounded. He brought his unoccupied hand down to your left breast and began to thumb the nipple in time with his thrusts. The shlick shlick shlick sound of each drag against your insides made your toes curl once again. You felt the heavy weight of his balls hit against your perineum and the slick that was pushed out with every thrust leaked down onto the stone beneath.

The sun god was more vocal than you had expected, grunting with effort, and groaning when you clenched particularly hard around him. You licked your lips, your mouth felt dry from hanging open for so long. Your guts began to twist in knots again and you knew you would cum soon. In a rush of bravery, you brought your legs up and attempted to wrap them around his waist. Immediately, your flesh began to burn, and you set them back down. “What did I tell you?” He sounded strained and he moved his second hand to your other hip. “Behave.”

“I can’t-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, his shaft scraping just right against your g-spot and causing your climax to begin again. He hissed and you felt his hair tickle your stomach as he leaned forward and his grip on your hips tightened. You hoped he’d leave bruises.

“Fuck,” he sounded depraved, and you bit your bottom lip hard. His hips continued to push into you. “Your walls are trying so hard to milk me, is that what you want? Hm? You want me to breed you?”

“Uhn,” you couldn’t help but nod vigorously. Your mind so warped with pleasure that you’d do anything he asked. “Oh, Madara,” you groaned and bucked your hips against his grip.

“You want to carry my bastard,” his voice thick with arousal. His large hands pulled you further down on the table and he put both of your legs up around his shoulders. “Everyone will know it’s mine. They’ll all see your rounded belly and know that it’s the seed of their god growing inside of you.”

The new angle was intense, he bore heavily down onto your cervix with every thrust. He pushed your legs forward, putting them up by your shoulders, almost folding you in half, and pushed into your womb. You screamed. It was too much, an intense mix of pain and pleasure that had your nerves confused. “Feel me reach the deepest parts of you,” he grunted. Madara grabbed your tied wrists and brought your hand down to your folded stomach. He made your hands press against your lower belly where you felt the outline of him inside of you. The extra pressure added more feeling and you whined. “I’m going to fill that pretty little womb of yours.”

His thrusts quickened, becoming bruising and focused. You kept your hand where he placed it and felt his bulge as it moved in and out of you. Your head moved back and through your lust filled haze you noticed that the edges of the blindfold had loosened. If you moved a bit more maybe it would come off? Madara moved one of his hands inward and began to stroke at your clit quickly. His pace becoming uneven as his breathing sped up. “You were fucking made for this,” he groaned out. “Made to take me, to be folded in half and fucked stupid.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cried out and moved your head to the side. The silk slipped off of your eyes and you kept them closed as you tried to ignore the need to look at him. He felt so good, so brutal. Your clit throbbed and your core clenched for the fourth time. This was it, the most intense orgasm you’d have possibly ever. You wanted to look at him, to gaze upon his glorious face as you came undone. “Madara, please,” you began, your voice keening at the end. “Look at me.”

You opened your eyes just in time to see him look into yours. He was gorgeous, his dark hair wild and strung about him in a halo of black, his naked flesh flushed pink with exertion, his eyes so dark they looked like they would swallow you whole. His muscles rippled as he fucked you open, the lines under his eyes crinkling as his lips tightened in a smirk. Madara whispered your name and gave one more strong thrust before you squeezed your eyes tight in ecstasy. “Such a bad girl,” he taunted.

This orgasm was unlike any other before, your entire being felt tingly and a different kind of pressure built in your sex. When that pressure released a large burst of clear liquid gushed from you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs shook, your walls trembled, and you barely heard Madara’s own grunt of release as he poured his molten semen into your womb. Your everything trembled and you felt like you might melt into the table below you. Your vision went from white to black and you felt your consciousness begin to fade.

“You may rest for now,” his voice sounded so distant in your mind. “We’ll resume shortly.”

When you woke next, you felt so disoriented. Your eyes were open, but everything was hazy, you felt like you were sitting on something hard but comfortable and you lifted your head to try and see where you were. “It took you long enough, pet,” came Madara’s silky voice from behind you. His chest pressed to your back and his arms pressed you further against him. “We still have three more nights of fun to get to.”

A/N: Again, this amazing art contribution was made by the one and only @skydaddy01 please go check them out and send them a huge thank you from me! Madara looks incredible, doesn't he? Uhg I can't stop looking at this art.

Part Two

Hashirama||Tobirama

Season 2

#mortyvongola2 fanfic #mortyvongola2 0 fic #madara uchiha smut #madara smut #naruto series #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #madara x y/n #madara x you #madara uchiha x reader #madara x reader #gods and mortals au #tribute to the gods au #mortyvongola2-0 sacrificed series

[t4rt4gl14]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 — & 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝟏𝐍𝐊𝐒

-> 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : kaeya. diluc. albedo.

⑄ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mndi. dark content ahead, fem!reader + overstimulation + temperature play + semi public sex ( receiving ) + degradation ( receiving )+ nipple play + fingering + aphrodisiac ( giving ) + hickeys ( giving )

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : this one is yum 🤤 pt.2 -> childe. zhongli. xiao

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 700

KAEYA !!

➤ kaeya is the type to moan but he stretches it- and at first he does it to tease you but then his moans fall out beautifully when cums. he loves it when you suck the tip of his cock. it’s just so sensitive and it brings that much closer to cumming. but at the very end he’ll push your head down forcing you to swallow all his cum. “that’s right baby swallow it all.”

[ MORE BELOW THE CUT ]

➤ he also loves it when he tucks you into an alleyway, your back leaning against his chest as he toys with your body, biting your neck ever so gently whilst his hand trails down, churning your hole with a pleasant speed. “mhmm you like me fucking you here huh? be quiet baby- we don’t someone catching us..”

➤ in addition to that, sometimes when kaeya fingers you he’ll use his vision just a lil, cooling his fingers just so you clench around them, it’s so enticing to him- the way you contract- he hopes you could do the same around his dick 😋.

➤ degradation is one of kaeyas prime kinks, you’ll often be titled as ‘my little slut’ or a ‘needy whore’, but it’s not bad since he follows it along with praise. for example- “mmhmm just like slut- such a good slut for me isnt it?”

DILUC !!

➤ diluc. ugh diluc is so <3 he’s a service dom- he wouldn’t dare degrade but yes he might be a little rough with you sometimes. sometimes he’ll just fuck you into oblivion, until your back arches and your eyes roll back. dilucs moans are short but a bit loud and god does it make you throb, your hole only clenches down on his thick cock when he lifts your legs on shoulders, leaning down to whisper and whimper right in your ear. “a-angh you make me f-feel so good h-hun mmm-!”.

➤ he also loves bending you over his table after a long day of working, preferably at the dawn winery. a few spanks here and there but nothing too harsh- he likes fucking you whilst your rubbing your sensitive spot. not only that but he enjoys pulling out rather than cumming inside- he just loves to see you covered in his milk.

➤ has a huge thing for sucking your nips <3 at first, he didn’t think much of but now it’s so addicting!!! his pupils shape into hearts when he’s done sucking your nips, the end result turns him on so much, you’re so wet, he just wants to eat you up.

➤ on the topic of eating- this man loves eating you out!!! claims you taste so good and that he can’t get enough. makes you cum over and over again just so he can taste you on his tongue once more. even when it’s too much and you push him away, he’ll lock his arms around your thighs and keep going.

ALBEDO !!

➤ albedo is a sub and moans like a bitch in heat 🤤 he sounds so submissiveandbreedable and adorable it’s so cute. he usually whimpers tbh and it’s even cuter when you overstim him <3 his eyes roll back and his tongue lolls out cuz he’s so sensitive, cumming for the nth time that night. he usually prefers to be fingered when being sucked off- the sudden stimulation from his prostate sends him reeling, and although he attempts to push you away when it gets overwhelming it makes you wanna break him even more.

➤ another kink of his is intoxication and dw by that i mean aphrodisiacs!!! nothing else! it was another casual night in dragonspine, albedo had approached asking for help to make a potion, that would aid mammals to breed with an increase of hormones. when you’d both finished albedo had accidentally dropped it, inhaling the fumes and within an instant- his face flushed and his legs felt weak, falling to his knees with his cock hardening already, eyes completely clouded by lust- you were certainly going to have fun with this.

➤ he also enjoys hickeys- mmhmm loves to be marked by you but will try to hide it, will short circuit if anyone sees it, such as sucrose, she’d seen the purple reddish bite- her face a tad pink when she notices but she doesn’t say a single thing.

TAGGING: @kxisuke @currysrealm @leathernourishingshoepolish @stygianoir

#genshin headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact smut #genshin x you #genshin smut #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader smut #diluc x reader smut #diluc x reader #albedo x reader smut #albedo x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #albedo x y/n #albedo x you #kaeya drabbles #diluc drabbles #albedo drabbles #kaeya scenarios #diluc scenarios #albedo scenarios #kaeya headcanons #diluc headcanons

[touyaspeach]

If you are still doing the tropes thing, can you please do nr. 9 with Belphegor from Obey Me?

Belphegor x GN Reader - Sex Pollen

Tw; dubcon due to sex pollen, somnophilia mention but not described, slight coercion.

He knew what he was doing when he took you to the carnivorous botanical gardens. After all, why else would he be caught dead somewhere so boring? They're just plants, when it comes down to it. Some of them lure their victims in with dazzling displays of bright colors, some entice others with an enriching aroma, and some promise an eternity of bliss. An eternity at least as long as you survive, that is. And what better way than to get the object of his desires hot and bothered for him?

Don't worry, he'll take good care of you. The staff have anticipated such things. There are hotel rooms on site for such things.

And, surely, you'd forgive him for this when you're cumming so hard your cute little mind is going blank, right?

Not that you can even think to be mad, your body hot and needy after being hit with the aphrodisiacal pollen. Immediately slumping against him, running your hands along his body, dp8ng your best impression of one of those boring plants you loved so much.

No, you were far more interesting than a plant. You looked so beautiful with your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving and your pretty mouth lulled open.

Belphie gently slapped the head of his cock against your tongue, making you keen, before pushing inside your mouth. He groaned at how amazing you felt and slowly rolled his hips, "breathe through your nose while I fuck your cute little face," he demanded. You were in little position to stop him even if you wanted to, which you didn't.

You took him like this for a while, drinking down his sweet cum when he gave it, and only begging for him to finally fuck you after he'd returned the favor.

His cock is fat, heavy, and stretched you deliciously when he pushed inside. Finally a reprieve from the way your body ached for him. He fucked you slowly, too slowly, just to watch you squirm. Just to hear you crying out for more - music to his ears. He'd listen to your sweet sounds on repeat if he could in hell's most sadistic lullaby.

His hot tongue loved along your neck, up your jaw, to part your lips as he finally let himself go. Horns curled from his dark hair and his great tail wrapped around one of your legs to position you better. He'd have held your hands down, too, but you were already gripping the headboard with such fervor he decided to let you have it.

Over and over he bullied his cock against your sweet spot, head kissing the deepest parts of you, daring to turn painful but the pollen kept you from any pain. Everything was coated in delicious ecstasy and thicker than syrup as it slowly edged you to your climax.

And then another.

And then another.

And on the last one, Belphie came with you. Harder, this time, deeper inside. Gush after gush of hot, thick seed which dribbled out around the base of him and pooled beneath you.

Belphegor - demon though he is - still had manners. Still took care of you after by way of drawing a hot relaxing bath for you both. Making sure you had plenty of water to drink and pain relief in case of lingering soreness.

And, just in case, a bottle of lube. You know, if you were still under any lasting effects. Or if you decided to wake him up with a surprise.

#tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #tw sex pollen #tw coercion #obey me belphegor #belphie #belphegor smut #belphie smut #obey me smut

[gojoidyll]

Baizhu likes testing different types of aphrodisiacs on you.

Watching the different ways that you fall apart are just too enticing to see. How you haven't figured it out by now is beyond him. Not that he minded, of course.

#genshin impact #genshin #baizhu #baizhu x reader #baizhu x y/n #baizhu x you #genshin baizhu