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nyxronomicon · 7 months

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All Mine

demon!Toji x virgin!GN reader

cw: cherry popping, talk of masturbation, Toji uses his tail, penetration (unspecified anal or vaginal), creampie, reader rides Toji, Toji's horns are sensitive, mild possessive!Toji, BITING and hickeys, spit as lube, begging, finger sucking, sex toy mentions, size (sorry i can't stop myself. toji's huge we all know it) nicknames: angel, baby, sweetheart

part of monsterfucktober!

You lay in your bed, a hum of desire coursing through you as you switched on your new vibrating sex toy. The toy immediately turned off. Strange, since you just finished charging it. You turned it on again, watching it in your hand a moment before it switched itself off again.

You frowned. The instruction manual was across the room, so you decided to try it one more time before getting up. It started up again, but instead of switching off after a few seconds like before, the toy disappeared right from your hand.

You immediately sat up. What just happened? You were sure you didn't drop it, and it was nowhere to be found on your bed. You looked around, noticing a musky, charred scent and a layer of smoke hanging near your floor.

"You rang?" You heard the voice before something appeared at the foot of your bed. The way he appeared out of thin air with those big horns and bat wings told you something was very wrong with that toy.

"Um, who are you?" You scooted backwards on your bed until you reached the headboard.

"You don't know?" The man smirked. "That's ok, sweetheart, I can take it from here."

"What?" Your eyes went wide. You felt so exposed in front of him. You wore nothing but a tight t-shirt and underwear, the lust that was just pulsing through you completely forgotten.

"That little toy is a pact." He stated, moving closer to you. "I'm the demon you summoned."

"I summoned you?" Now that you thought about it, there were some weird symbols on the toy. You didn't really consider the idea that they could be real demon summoning pact marks. You just thought it was a cool witchy design.

The demon joined you on your bed, laying next to you as he shamelessly traced a finger along your torso. "I think we both know what you summoned me for." You squirmed a little at the rake of his claw pushing up at the bottom of your shirt.

You had to admit he was hot. An actual demon showing up out of nowhere to have sex might freak a rational person out, but this was a dream come true for you. His black hair fell around the twisted horns you wanted to grip while you rode him. He looked strong, with more than enough muscle to throw you around like a rag doll. He was wearing something akin to sweats, but you could still see the outline of his cock pressed against the fabric. You only just now noticed his tail swaying behind him.

"Call me Toji." He grinned as you allowed him to push your shirt up your chest. "For when you want to scream my name later." He lightly dragged his claw around your bare nipples, sending shivers down your spine.

"Mmh, yeah." You laid back, relaxing into his touch. "Toji..." you whispered to yourself as his hand wandered, touching you everywhere except where you needed it most.

"Sounds almost angelic when you say my name, sweetheart." He tilted your chin, pressing a kiss on your neck. "You a virgin?"

"I, uh..." You stammered. "I mean, I've masturbated, but..."

"Fuck," he mumbled against your skin, "really? Say it..." His sharp teeth brushed against the sensitive skin as he sucked your neck. His hand finally rubbed over your sex, his thick fingers feeling your every contour through your underwear. You hummed, letting yourself feel good. Letting him make you feel good.

"Ok, yeah," your voice was breathy. "I'm a virgin. It's embarrassing." Your back arched when you felt his teeth bite into you, the sharp pain immediately dulled with pleasure. It felt like a dream, even with the pain.

"Nah," He pressed his hard cock against you as his tail snaked between your thighs. "It's fuckin' sexy. That means you're all mine."

You traced your hands over his bare chest as he pulled your underwear off. His tail immediately rubbed against your arousal, teasing your opening. His hand followed, rubbing you as he nipped at a new spot on your neck. You moaned, arching your back as desire pulsed through you.

Toji's tail pushed into your entrance, feeling your warmth wrapped around him. "You're tight." He whispered, landing his lips elsewhere on your neck, marking you up like his property.

"Toji-" You mumbled his name, but he shoved two fingers into your mouth before you could say anything else.

"Get those nice and wet for me, yeah?" His voice vibrated against your skin. You obediently hummed, sucking his fingers. Your mind started going hazy with pleasure as he languidly swirled his tail inside you, taking his time to decorate your neck with hickeys until you were whimpering with desire.

"Mmh," You moaned around his fingers to get his attention as you squirmed, your whole body buzzing with need.

"You wanna beg me for somethin', sweetheart?" He grinned, biting you again. You nodded, bucking your hips to his touch. "You want my cock, angel?"

You felt his tail stretching you out, preparing you for his girth. He pulled his soaked fingers out of your mouth, taking his dick out of his sweats to rub your saliva all over it. "I'm listening." He stated, paying more attention to himself than you, although his tail still wiggled inside you.

"T-toji..." You stammered, your voice hoarse as your body ached for more. "Please, please... I want your cock..."

"Yeah, angel?" He chuckled. "Maybe I'd like to torture you a little more."

"No, fuck," you gasped as he pulled his tail out of you. "I need you, please..." You pushed your thighs together, desperate for friction. Toji immediately frowned, roughly spreading your legs again. He twirled his tail around your swollen arousal, grinning at your lewd expression.

Suddenly, he pulled you on top of him, leaning against your headboard. "Ride me like that dildo of yours, angel."

"I've never, uh," your face was hot as you stammered. You couldn't compare to an actual sex demon.

"C'mon, angel." He pushed his hips against yours, his thick cock nestled tightly against your sex. He pressed his lips to your neck again, obsessed with marking every inch of your soft skin. "Show me what you can do."

You lined yourself up with Toji's help, slowly lowering yourself on his tip. He was big, so you went slowly to allow yourself to stretch around him. He grabbed your hips, helping you push yourself onto him.

"It hurts..." you murmured, knowing it probably would, even though you were no stranger to toys. He ran his hands over your thighs and ass, letting you pause for just a moment.

"'s ok, baby... keep going for me." He whispered into your ear before gripping your waist and pushing deeper into you. A possessive growl turned into a moan as he bottomed out, teeth sinking into your flesh again. You felt tight around him, but as your body adjusted, the pain disappeared.

"That's it, angel." He dragged his tongue along the marks littered along your neck. His tail found your sex, swirling around your sensitivity until he heard another moan.

You throbbed around him, riding him at a slow pace to start. It wasn't long before you sped up, eyeing his horns as he left another hickey just below your ear. One of your hands remained on his shoulder to keep you stable, but the other wrapped around the base of one of his horns.

Toji growled. "Sensitive..." his teeth grazed your skin as he fucked into you, setting a faster pace that repeatedly hit your g-spot. Your fingers wrapped around his horn more tightly as your desire spread, feeling the familiar cusp of an orgasm approaching.

"Toji..." you moaned. His tail flicked your arousal, amplifying your pleasure as you lost your mind to lust. Each thrust had you seeing stars, the white hot orgasm suddenly washing over you. "Ah, I'm-" You interrupted yourself with a moan, squirting all over Toji as he continued to pound into you.

"Fuck, angel..." he was relentless, now chasing his own high. "All mine..." he growled, your body pulsing with overstimulation. Suddenly, you felt him twitch inside you, grunting as you could feel his seed fill you.

He stopped thrusting, letting you go limp on top of him. "How was that, angel?" He grinned, tracing your back with his claws.

"Holy shit." You were still catching your breath when you responded.

"You know how to find me next time, yeah?" The demon affectionately stroked your head.

"Mm-hmm." You hummed in affirmation, drifting off in his arms. He didn't speak before vanishing from under you, leaving you to collapse and fall asleep on your bed as his cum drooled out of you.

You might have thought this was all a dream if you hadn't woken up to a neck littered with hickeys and bite marks. Just seeing them made your body throb with desire. You glanced at your enchanted toy, wondering if the now was too soon to summon him again.

#jjk smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #kinktober 2023 #monsterfucktober #x reader #sorry for putting every single kink under the sun in this i kinda let my pussy write it ngl.....

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one-boring-person · 5 months

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Hello lovie!

I'm so glad to see your back on track, and I'd have a request if it's ok with you!

Would it be possible to do Sodo x Reader ice skating and/or borrowing hat/gloves/coat?

(sfw pls)

If both prompts are a problem please do as it suits you best and take all the time you need.

I'm really glad to see you're back🥺🌹

Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this!☺️💛

Need a Hand?

Sodo/Dewdrop x reader

Warnings: none

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The chill of the ice rink quickly starts to bite at my bare hands, reddening my cheeks slowly but surely. Internally, I curse myself for wearing such a thin coat over my habit, regretting the decision as a shiver wracks my body; I should've known I'd get colder than I usually anticipate. Once again, I find myself asking why Sodo asked me here so late at night.

The fire ghoul waits for me by the gap in the rink wall, dangling a pair of old skates from his gloved hand. Naturally, he looks almost unfazed by the freezing air, though he still wears a thick coat over his slender torso, his mask also sitting somewhat awkwardly over a woolen scarf that circles his neck. The chrome metal glitters in the flickering light coming from the ropes of fairy lights that surround the rink, his eyes glowing brightly behind the black sockets. As he sees me, the ghoul pushes off the wall and comes over, chirping quietly in greeting.

“You'd better have a good reason for dragging me out here so late at night,” I tease him, feigning a yawn.

He rolls his eyes, humor dancing in his amber irises.

“And you'd better have a good reason for wearing next to nothing in the middle of a December night,” He retorts, batting me gently with his tail, “You'll freeze to death, dressed like that.”

“I'll be fine,” I reassure him, turning to look out over the rink.

For whatever reason, this year the clergy had decided to splash out on providing a sizeable ice rink for the members of the church to use over the winter months. As expected, siblings and ghouls alike had rejoiced at the news and eagerly awaited its arrival on the first of December. Not a day later and the glassy ice is already riddled with gashes and grooves from countless skates. I've yet to use it, but Sodo had asked me during the day if I'd come meet him there at midnight. Who am I to refuse?

“So what's the occasion?” I glance back at him, lifting an eyebrow.

“Well,” Sodo shuffles his feet a little, “I was wondering if you might help me.”

I frown, “Help you?”

“Yeah, help me.” He sighs, “I'm not very good at skating.”

I blink at him owlishly for a moment, only just able to restrain the sudden swell of laughter that bubbles up in my throat as I process what he's said. His eyes narrow through the eye holes and I can only imagine the little scowl that adorns his features.

“Don't laugh at me,” He complains, clearly pouting.

It takes me a minute to fight back my amusement enough to respond.

“I'm sorry, I just-” I bite back another giggle, “I just thought all you ghouls were good at this stuff.”

“I'm a ghoul, not a figure skater,” Sodo grouches, tail whipping behind him.

“Clearly.”

He thumps me on the back with the appendage.

“If you're just gonna laugh-”

“No, no, sorry. I'll help you.” I pull myself together, smiling at him as I realise the ask for help is more sweet than funny.

“Good,” He huffs.

Together, we sit on one of the nearby benches, pulling our skates on. He watches carefully as I lace up the old pair I'd bought with me, copying the movements I make meticulously. His long fingers make quick work of the task even with his gloves on. Before long, the two of us are standing by the gap in the wall, ready to set out onto the ice. A rush of excitement fizzes through my veins as I step out, the blades of my skates slipping only slightly before I've got my balance. Unable to help myself, I push out and do a small loop to get myself back into the hang of things, circling around the entrance where Sodo waits, his eyes locked on me.

“You want a hand?” I call out, skating back to him.

“No…” He growls, gripping the wall tightly before stepping over the edge.

Almost instantly, the ghoul's foot slides forwards, his body lurching forwards before he catches himself with a sharp hiss. By his side now, I put a hand on his elbow, gently urging him upright until he's standing on his own on the ice. I go to pull away, only to notice that he's shaking, his legs trembling almost violently. I don't get a chance to say anything, the fire ghoul clumsily pushing himself into a shaky glide. Unsurprisingly, he doesn't get very far before he has to grab the side again.

It doesn't stop him, though, and he tries again, nearly falling in the process.

“Hey, you can take it slow, you know.” I remind him, watching the awkward process unfold.

“I am,” He responds, sounding strained.

He pushes away from the side again, this time getting a few strides in before he loses his balance, falling straight onto his knees. I'm by his side instantly.

“Shit, are you alright?”

The ghoul shakes me off, grumbling something as he tries to push himself up, only to stumble back onto the ice. This time, Sodo stays there, letting out a frustrated whine. A tightness appears in my chest at the sight of the downcast ghoul.

I move in front of him, taking his hands in mine.

“Come on, let's do it together.” I smile at him, rubbing my thumbs over his covered knuckles.

Sodo nods, gripping my hands tightly as his amber eyes lock onto mine. Counting to three, I step up onto one knee, giving him the leverage he needs to do the same before helping him upright as I stand properly. This time, the fire ghoul keeps his balance, still watching me closely.

“Good, now just make small steps going forwards,” I instruct him, moving backwards as he begins, “A bit like a duck.”

Ever the quick learner given the right help, Sodo swiftly transitions from the awkward waddling into a stilted glide, getting into the rhythm he needs. Between us, we manage our first loop, Sodo's technique having improved greatly. Before I can get him to do another, however, he stops me at the entrance, letting go of me to lean against the wall. Confusion briefly settles in my mind until I see him grip the bottom of the silver mask, pulling it off along with his usual balaclava. Immediately, I look away.

“What, do you think I'm ugly?” The ghoul snorts, placing the mask down audibly, “You can look, (Y/n). I wouldn't take it off if I didn't want you to.”

Blushing, I return my gaze to him, trying not to stare at his strikingly good looks. A small smirk curves his thin lips, his unglamored cheeks already reddening from the cold.

“A-are you ready to keep going?” I curse myself internally for the stutter, wrapping my arms around myself as I realise now how cold I've gotten just by standing around.

“Yeah, I'm good to go,” He responds, frowning a little at me.

Trying not to fall, he pulls his jacket from his frame, skating over to me with newfound confidence. Before I can say a word, he drapes the garment around my shoulders, helping me push my arms through. A gasp threatens to fall from my lips at the sudden comfort of his characteristic warmth surrounding my freezing torso. Left just in his scarf and gloves over his uniform, Sodo steps back and looks me up and down, a soft smile spreading over his face.

“Thanks, Sodo,” I murmur appreciatively, glancing uncertainly up at him, “Aren't you cold?”

“Fire ghoul, remember?” He teases, batting me gently with his tail.

“Oh right, yeah,” I laugh, shaking my head, trying hard not to be obvious about breathing his addictive scent in from the coat around my shoulders, drowning myself in cinnamon and smoke, “Ready to keep going?”

With some encouragement, Sodo manages to skate by my side this time, holding my hand tightly as he glides along beside me. A broad grin splits his face, triumph glittering in his eyes at his improvement as we complete another couple of laps. This time as we stop, he wraps me in a tight hug, his tail twining around my leg.

“Thanks, (Y/n),” He hums, pulling back a little to look me in the eye.

“Anytime, Sodo,” I respond, somewhat thrown off by his sudden affection.

Grinning, he knocks his horns lightly against my forehead - a gesture I've seen other ghouls do with each other - before he moves to do another lap. Blinking, it's all I can do to follow after him.

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Valentino.. /Sukuna Ryomen x Female Reader/ .o2

warnings: asshole sukuna, college prep. school (aka bitch u at an expensive ass school), former friends to lovers, slow burned love, yuji is sukuna's little brother,

reader: female reader; 23 years of age, college prep.

plot: It's been years since you've moved from country life, since you've forgotten about all the things you used to love about your hometown and where you grew up from... you didn't think it'd chase you to college in the city after almost a decade..

words: 1.413k

fanfic masterlist: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 (will be updated..)

a/n:: dear lord, i didn't know a new fanfic would have this kind of attention so soon! i love it, but it's really unexpected ^^ anyways, here's chapter two, and i hope i can keep the pacing of chapters the same~

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy~

. . .

Should I?

It had felt like a few hours by now since you had first seen Sukuna at your class, when in fact, it's been days. You had been too scared to actually try and talk to him, to see if you could make things right.

What would he say? How would he act?

You didn't know, it was just a matter of time till you worked up the guts to speak to him. Constantly glancing over at his spot where he sat, simply trying to gain a glance from him.

He knew you were here, so why didn't he come say hello to you himself?

"That's all for today, class," Toji announced, running a hand through his hair and making a few students gush in the background. "You may leave a little ahead of time so have some fun before going to your next classes. Be sure to do your homework this evening too, it's twenty-five percent of your grade."

As the commotion of students standing and gathering their things buzzed around the room, your eyes fell onto the back of Sukuna's head again. He was currently packing his things in his bag as yet another suitor waddled over and began talking to him.

He seemed uninterested in the girl's tactics, as he simply stared and shook his head when they asked for a date and number. Sukuna didn't say anything as he put on his jacket and bag and then left.

This would be your only chance, you told yourself as you quickly grabbed your things and tossing your bag over your shoulder.

Rushing out of the room, you headed into the direction Sukuna left and stood confused in the middle of the hall, students and other teachers walking past you as you looked around. Sukuna had simply disappeared into thin air.

Damn, you sighed, fixing your bag up and heading towards your next class. Maybe next time.

. . .

One whole month. Still hadn't talked to Sukuna.

"You mean that little punk-ass kid you liked when you were little?" Getou asked, his weekly visit to your roomies being interrupted by your ranting.

"He wasn't a punk," You said, your cheeks flushed pink. "And it was just a little crush, get over it."

"That's my line."

Getou took a sip from his soda can, clicking to another channel on the T.V. as he waited for your roommate. "Shouldn't you just say hi?"

"I can't," You let out a groan, laying down on the couch next to Getou. "I'm nervous. I haven't seen him in over a decade.. it's insane he's here anyway!"

Getou gave a low chuckle to your little rants, listening calmly until your roommate called on him for her sexual needs. Sighing, Getou crushed his empty drink and stood, petting your head as he walked away.

"Hey, just go talk to him," He said as he tossed his can away, already undressing his torso and undoing his hair pin. "He probably misses you as much as you miss him.. or whatever cheesy romance movie you think you're in."

"I don't think I'm in a cheesy romance movie, asshole," You grunted, turning on your side and pulling up the couches decorative blanket.

Getou soon disappearing into your roomie's room and the sounds of a creaking bed soon echoing throughout the dorm rang loud as you grab the paper with Sukuna's dorm number on it. You quickly grabbed a few other things like your phone and a necktie and exited the, now noisy, dorm.

Quickly tying the tie to the doorknob, you looked up directions for your campus on your phone as you went down the dormitory hall. There wasn't much noise this week, most of your neighbors had practice or were nursing hangovers from their previous party the night before. It was a Friday. Normal behavior for them.

Not you though.

You weren't the average party goer, but you have been to a few with Gojo and Getou, and didn't really enjoy your time shared on scene. Most girls were hooking up with the closest thing they could grab, Gojo being one of the obvious targets and leaving the party with at least two women strapped to each arm.

You understood his charm, though it never worked for you.

"Why don't you just let me?" Gojo would often ask the moment he was drunk enough, his lips a pretty pink as usual with some type of alcoholic beverage tainting his normally minty breath.

"Bet I'd make that pussy cream so hard too~.."

And around then he'd earn a one-way ticket to getting his ass kicked. You were always reminded of how much of a man whore Gojo was during the weekends and breaks for school. Playing with more than one persons heart and ending up with another phone number under his belt.

Though, in your mind, Sukuna's behavior seemed different from Gojo's.

He was quiet and rather harsh to any girls that had wanted to "date" him during his younger years. If you'd even consider dating at such a young age.

Anyways, you had finally made your way into the men's dormitory. A weird smell hitting your nostrils that you assumed was a 'man's smell', though you choose to ignore it as you make your way to the second floor and try to find Sukuna's dorm. It wasn't long until you were stopped by some drunken boys that made you sigh and explain your situation. Though, it fell on deaf ears and you pushed past them to the next floor.

Third floor: No luck.

Fourth: No luck.

You were about to give up when you saw the long awaited number of Sukuna's dorm. With a relieved and nervous sigh, you gave yourself a proud smile and slowly walked up to the door. You didn't hear anything from inside, but you knocked all the more and waited patiently.

After a few agonizing minutes, the door clicked open and you saw a messy haired and sleepy Sukuna. His eyes were dazed and droopy, some indents of the bed sheets he was probably sleeping on imprinted on his face and arms. His shirt was messy and his sweats were not really much different except for their grey color.

It had been so long since you saw him, and it was strange to see such a difference in him.

He didn't have any bandages on him that'd signify that he was just in a fight, minus a band-aid that was on his finger. Sukuna also appeared more mature, and grown. Nothing like the boy that you left behind in the Sticks.

"Ah- H-Hello, Sukuna.." You mumbled to yourself, unable to take in the cute sight of Sukuna being tired. Maybe he just woke up?

"Hmmph.." He responded, rubbing his eye and trying to take in who you were. What was your name again?

"Wait.. Y/n?"

Sukuna's voice let out a croak, coughing as his eyes began to focus on you. There was little hesitation before you smiled even brighter and blushed a little, waiting for a hug from him, even if it was brief.

But what you expected wasn't what you got.

"What are you doing here?" Sukuna asked, his eyes narrowing and his posture changing. He went from tired and leaning against his door frame to arms folded and full attention on you.

It wasn't in a friendly manner either.

"I-I was asked by our Economics professor to come see you!" You stuttered out, feeling a small pit of sadness well inside you at what little recognition he had towards you.

Didn't he miss you? Not even a little bit?

"Well, you can go now," Sukuna huffed, his eyes more red than when he was little. "I'm doing fine."

Such harsh words. Not even a hello?

"Wait, don't you miss me?" You asked, your voice strained, that childish flutter in your heart. "It's been so long, don't you want to get to know each other again?"

"Not really."

Why were you so persistent? It was strange, you've never wanted to see someone this badly. And it had been years since you've even had a thought about Sukuna.

Were you coming down with something?

"Is that all?" Sukuna asked, his voice weak and tired, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes once again. "I want to get some sleep before classes."

"Um.. y-yeah," You mumbled, your heart aching as Sukuna closed to door on your face and left you confused.

Why didn't he miss you?

a/n: already so much attention?! i love it but wow, i was expecting it after a few days not this fast! anyways, idk when i'll be posting the next chapter but i thought i'd tag a few extra ppl that i thought would want to read this fanfiction, but if you wish to not be tagged, tell me. i don't want anyone uncomfortable ^^ i cannot believe it took so long to make this chapter! i'm sorry, i've been working on my Kinktober things! (i plan on posting ten drabbles for the last 10 days of kinktober so i hope i get those out soon><)

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carbuncle-paws · 1 month

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I've made a pokemon AU for Peter :3 yaaaay! Doubt I'm the first to draw him as a sneasler but I'm not gonna let it stop me.

Some information!

Sneasler ♂ lv???

Dark / Poison Ability: Insomnia (might change this) Lonely nature + quick tempered Main Attacks: Slash, Lash Out, Dire Claw/Poison Jab, Hone Claws/Nasty Plot Lesser used: Bite/Crunch/Jaw Lock, Close Combat, Thief, Endure, Spite

Design notes:

Very tall (6'5'') and thin, even by species standards.

Completely hairless (and featherless) and by extension, no facial or feet markings. Torso and poison are discolored (both blue)

Ripped off both his forehead and chest gems, there are faint scars where they used to be. The one on his chest is covered by a gem you gave him.

Wears a hood made from a Mightyena's pelt.

The back of his claws (the blue part) is razor sharp, they're basically gigantic knives. If getting backhanded by them doesn't kill you, the poison probably will.

From a distance or in dark lighting, he can be easily mistaken as a human. He can also speak our language (just like meowth), his voice is raspy and a bit deep, perhaps from an injury.

The PeterAU x Reader story outline below, if you're interested!

Character/Story notes:

(OOOPS this sort of became a whole story teehee oh well. This is basically what my outlines look like but I probably won't make this into an actual fic. So, enjoy!)

He has no name, but wouldn't mind if you gave him one.

He grew up with a fascination for humans, and even learned to speak our language, but was betrayed by the ones he had trusted. He almost died, and was left hideously disfigured in the eyes of his species (furless/featherless and discolored). For a long time he hated all humans, and would murder any unfortunate enough to enter his territory. Until he met you.

He saves you from being eaten by a pack of Mightyenas, which goes against his usual hatred for your species. He stalks you through the mountain forests for a while, thinking that he'd gather reasons why you deserve to die so he can savor killing you himself.

Instead... he gets attached, and that infuriates him. From the shadows, completely unbeknownst to you, he helps you return to civilization. He looked forward to forgetting you, and going back to the worldview he's comfortable with.

But then you keep coming back to his territory, which is bad for two big reasons. He doesn't like the effect you have on him, and the area is dangerous... he doesn't want you getting hurt. So, without revealing himself, he tries multiple times to show you how his mountains are no place for a human. Nothing works. Ironically, he also does things to protect you from real threats.

His fleeting attachment for you grows into a burning obsession in time, and he wants so badly to interact with you. But not only is he a pokemon... he is also ugly.

One day he slips up, and you spot a glimpse of him through the trees, but it's too shaded and you mistake him for a person, and you call out to him. Instantly understanding what you've mistaken him for, he tentatively responds, but refuses to leave his hiding place. You figure he's just shy, but are happy to see another person who isn't afraid to visit these mountains, which have a horrible reputation. Probably because he's been killing people, but you don't know that. It's a shame, because you find it so beautiful up here...

Visiting him becomes routine for you. He says some really weird things, but the way he views the world is so unique and refreshing, and you form a fast friendship. He is very stubborn about remaining out of sight, but does start altering his appearance so he can stop worrying that the occasional glimpse you do get might give him away. He tailors a crude Mightyena hood for himself to obscure his face and ears.

He becomes desperate to spend more time with you, especially when you start talking about moving away someday soon, away from the town full of people who don't understand you. He wants to go with you... he wants to be your pokemon, but thinks you won't accept him as he is. His past with humans has him believing that trainers only value beautiful or strong pokemon. So he starts doing crazy things to prove his worth. Like, killing the strongest pokemon in the area, and leading you to its corpse to gauge your reaction. He hoped you'd be in awe and wonder what could've felled such a beast, and then he would reveal that it was him... but instead you were terrified, and sad for the dead pokemon.

It shakes him, makes him hate himself so much more. If a monster isn't what you want... then he'll just have to become human for you. He destroys the parts of himself that makes him different from you, starting by ripping off the gems on his chest and forehead. His claws will be next... but the pain and blood loss from just the gems is too much, and almost kills him. You find him while he's passed out, and although you don't recognize that he's who you've been speaking to, you rush him into town and save his life.

He wakes up in a pokemon center surrounded by strange humans, and freaks the fuck out. He wounds one of the nurses badly and would've killed someone he didn't hear you screaming at him to stop. The future he built up in his head, of either becoming your pokemon or close enough to a human that you might accept him, shatters in an instant. He runs, breaking out of the building and mindlessly fleeing into the mountains. You're shocked by his reaction, and something about the silhouette he makes as he escapes through the trees is familiar...

The people in the town know that he must be the monster that's been killing people, and at the same time, you realize that he's actually the boy from the mountains. Your dear friend. An armed mob storms into his territory intent on revenge, despite your protests. They locate his den and start a fire to smoke him out or kill him via burning or suffocation.

You had followed them, and when they start the fire you try to physically stop them. They're stronger though and throw you to the ground, yelling insults at you for defending such a loathsome creature. They kick you into the den so you can burn with him.

You hurry further inside but can't seem to find him... instead, he finds you. He lunges from the shadows behind you, not realizing who you are, pinning you to the ground and snarling in your face. He would have ripped your jugular out with his teeth if you hadn't wrapped your arms around him and hugged tight, instead of fighting him off like he expected. It confuses him and he thrashes to get away but you don't let go, and he slowly comes to his senses, realizing that it's you.

Why are you here, after everything he did? That he's done, his reputation as a people killer? You know who and what he is now, but you're still here and the way you hold him, whispering soothingly into his ear... Is this really happening or has he finally lost his mind? He breaks down and squeezes you back, sobbing into the neck he'd been seconds away from tearing his teeth into.

Smoke starts robbing his den of breathable air and brings the both of you out of the moment, forcing you to confront the situation at hand. You try to run back to the exit first, but it's engulfed in flames. He takes you further inside, to where he usually sleeps, and light shines through a crack in the rocks above. He pushes you up to it and you crawl out, but he's too big to follow and he urges to go without him. This is the fate he deserves.

But you refuse, and start tearing at the stone and dirt above the opening with your bare hands. It finally sinks in, seeing you desperately trying to save him, just how much you really care and maybe... maybe that means his life might be worth living after all. That he deserves another chance.

He joins your efforts and uses his claws to pry apart more of the stone. It takes a gargantuan effort, and he starts to pass out as the oxygen in his den dwindles. You grab onto his arm and pull with all of your strength, and against the odds are able to drag him out.

You're both exhausted and completely out of breath, but you drag him into another embrace anyways. You tell him to never ever sacrifice himself like that again, that he's so important to you and you'd be devastated to lose him. You ask him... if he would go with you, away from here, and although the strong emotions that overtake him have him choking up too much to respond with words, the way he holds you back is all the confirmation you need.

Together the two of you travel far, far away, going on an adventure that explores the best and worst that humankind has to offer, and form an unbreakable bond.

Aaaaand that's it! Sorry if it's pretty cheesy hahahaha it's just what my brain went for in the short amount of time I wrote this up. Again, probably not going to write an actual fic out of this (or at least I won't consider it until my current one is finished) but I had a lot of fun and it was a nice little break before delving back into Angels Fall. Hope you guys liked it too >w</

#carbie draws #my art #yourboyfriend #yourboyfriendgame #yourboyfriend game #yourboyfriend peter #yb peter #y0urb0yfriend #yourboyfriend AU #pokemon #sneasler #fanfic

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sexxyasia · 2 months

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capture the flag (LUKE CASTELLAN X !FEM! READER

ABOUT: after luke hears about you being a little too nice to some of the other boys in his cabin, luke starts becoming over protective, and jealous since everyone says you're the most beautiful girl at camp...

(proofread)

WARNINGS : told in 3rd person, pet names (reader & luke), cursing, p in v, jealousy, teasing, overstim (reader), kinda noncon, luke being a little jealous BITCH, use of y/n, rough sex, squirting, sex in crazy places, (tell me u know that song) unprotected sex, creampies (dont be silly, wrap your willy...), y/n being very childish and humorus whilst luke isnt even smiling, an instigating ass friend. a few ocs that arent too important and the reader can be any race (no shit) but i intended for her to be black :P...

MDNI :P (bruh cmon js wait until ur 17+... if u dont wanna u will be blocked. sorry not sorry pooks. :O)

(dont mind the fuck ass banners i used, they're fucking terrible. i was too lazy to actually look for something... but ig it KINDA matches my vibe 😭)

"woohoo" you cheered while having the opposite teams flag in hand.

"you were so fucking amazing y/n..." your teammate ezra says to you with a bright smile on his face.

you give him a warm smile back and embrace him in a tight hug. his hands wander to your ass, but you ignore it thinking he meant nothing of it.

your team had been kicking ass all day, you'd been playing capture the flag since 9:00 this morning, you were fucking tired.

you threw the flag to ezra and waved goodbye to your other teammates before walking back to the aphrodite cabin.

when you arrived you told your siblings about everything. even the hug with ezra. you were so excited to practice for the next game tomorrow with ezra and his friends.

ezra arrived back at the hermes cabin with his siblings and friends and saw luke sitting on his bed reading a book when all of a sudden some of the boys from the aphrodite cabin rudely interrupted.

"hey man, you'll never believe what ezra did to your girl... or my sister? i dunno!" luke quickly looks up in shock "what happened..." "they were like huggin' and shit like all day. they might be doin something on the low..." one of your brothers; pedro said in a whispered tone.

"like a lot?" luke asked with a furrowed brow.

"hell fucking yeah a lot, he like touched her ass and everything. i think they, like each other, man..." pedro instigated.

luke stood up and stormed out of his cabin, making his way to the aprodite cabin.

when he arrived he knocked on the door and then let himself when no one answered.

"y/n, come here, i need to talk to you..." luke yelled out.

"hey baby, whatchu doin here?" you asked playing with his necklace.

"you were touching all over ezra and thought i wouldn't know. do you like him?" luke said in a hushed tone.

"honey, you know i'd never like any other guy... and besides, i was only touching him to hug him because we'd won the game this morning..." you said while rubbing up and down his torso.

some of your siblings in the cabin giggled as you two talked back and forth.

"come with me y/n, i'm not joking with you anymore. i seriously have to talk with you." luke grabbed you by your wrist and took you to your favorite spot; the middle of the woods.

the woods were your favorite because you two could hook up there when your cabins were full and the bathrooms were occupied.

why did luke take you here just to talk?

"just take it off baby, you know you wanna..." luke whined

you slowly nodded, not being sure if you even wanted to, but it was luke so you definitely wanted to.

while you worked to take your shirt and bra off luke squeezed his cock through his shorts and boxers to relieve some of the tension thats built from seeing you in a thin tank top and booty shorts all day.

luke pulled your shorts clean off and rubbed your clit through your panties on the wet ground making you moan lightly.

"i bet ezra doesn't even know what a clit is..." luke mutters to himself.

while you lie on your back luke pulls his shirt and shorts off too.

left in nothing but his light grey boxers that read calvin klein on, his shoes, and his necklace.

he pulled his boxers down just under his cock to reveal his raging hard on that he's been harboring for quite some time.

luke kneels over you, lining his throbbing cock up with your pulsating hole before shoving it in without warning.

he quickly fucks your dripping hole, making you a whimpering mess.

"do you think ezra could fuck you this good?

your creamy cunt left a ring around the base of his girthy, and veiny cock. he squished your cheeks while you looked up into his eyes to guarantee your eye contact

"answer me." he said whilst hitting all your spots with his leaky, red tip making you tremble and squirm.

"no baby... no." you whisper while you moan out in pure pleasure.

his hand quickly rubs circles on your puffy pink clit. he kisses and licks all the glittery gloss off your lips. your back arched off the ground and your legs shook under his touch.

his deep orgasmic groans fill your ears making you dig your long fingernails into his back, causing his to fuck into you faster and harder.

"does my pretty girl like that?" luke says in a cocky tone.

"yes... harder baby, harder." you moan into his ear.

his big girthy cock stretched your walls to an almost painful point. making you wrap your legs around him as thighs clench around his toned waist.

the way his thrust perfectly filled you up made your stomach tighten and your heart race.

he pulled his throbbing cock out and rubbed it all over your dripping clit.

"you're such a good girl for taking me so well." luke said while he lightly stroked his cock over your pussy.

"am i?" you said bucking your hips upward in need of friction again.

"yes you are mama, yes you are..." he moaned out.

he pushed himself all the way in making you gasp as his heavy balls smacked right under your pussy. his hand wandered to your clit and he slapped it a few times getting a few praises from you.

all of a sudden your body convulsed upwards and liquids sprayed out of your abused cunt. you tightened around his thick cock and squirted all over his torso while he mindlessly fucked you and attacked your clit.

"honey, slow down fuck!" you say pushing his torso forward.

"give me one second baby... one second." he said while his head was thrown back and his tip lightly brushed your cervix, causing you to be on the verge of pain and pleasure.

all of a sudden his thrusts got slower, but deeper. his cock slammed against your cervix causing you immense pain, that was somehow still pleasureable.

"fuck baby, thank you!" he moaned out while his balls emptied in hot sexy spurts of cum, filling you to the brim and making you squirm.

"what if i get pregnant, you should've pulled out!" you whine

"trust me, you won't." luke says standing up and brushing off his knees.

he helped you stand up, legs wobbly and your heart still racing. he handed you your clothes and kissed you up and down your body while you got redressed.

"we should go back, huh?" luke suggested.

"yeah..." you said breathlessly

(i wanna make a taglist, but i dont have anyone to put on it, plz tell me if u wanna be on it :P)

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justblades · 2 years

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♡ MAKE LOVE WITH ME ! ➠ 100 EVENT

PROMPTS ; #81 ❝ do you wonder what it is that makes me scream? ❞

#76 ❝ you know i’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck. ❞

#41 ❝ what makes you think i'm going to fuck you? ❞

#6 ❝ we’re really going to fuck here? what if someone sees us? ❞

WARNINGS ; public sex, hand job, blow job, teasing, nsfw, smut. (gender neutral!reader)

#81 ❝ do you wonder what it is that makes me scream? ❞

granted with soft hums and moans of approval as you bob your head up and down on his tall dick, you continue to pick up the pace little by little to cater to ike's taste. his skin glistens with your spit continuing to drip from his balls down to the marble floorings.

you take him in deeper slowly, widening your jaw so there would be enough space for his large cock inside your mouth. guttural moans starts to slip up from ike, the warmth and the texture of your tongue all melts on his flinching girth inside, it all made him feel fuzzy in a way that he couldn't help but grab fistfuls of your hair on either sides.

confusion washes over you but it all made sense when he continued to assist you in sucking him. his siren, chartreuse eyes engrain the sight of you sucking him off into his memory by the way he's been watching you. ike encourages you taking him all in by saying phrases like, "yes, just like that" or "a little more" and you gladly oblige.

the kind smile playing on his lips start to turn upside down once you stuck your tongue out to let him feel the sensation of your tongue, twirling it around his yearning cock with slow kitty licks. you retract your tongue, stick it out and vice versa— ike's mewls of gratification chime into your ears like a reward for your hardwork.

as you maintained that pace and pattern of sucking him, a sweet aftertaste with a tinge of sourness explodes like firecrackers in your tastebuds, you were starting to get a taste of his pre cum. even though your mouth starts to feel numb from the rate you were going at it, you decided to make up for the lack of movements with your two hands pumping his girth in a pattern with your mouth.

not until then, ike felt his knot of release coming anytime soon and so he shoves his dick all the way in to your mouth, the tip of his cock almost kissing with the walls of your throat, making you gag from the overall feeling. gulping down all his cum in a few seconds, you whip ike's limp dick out of your wet cavern and flashed ike with your pseudo innocent smile with watery eyes. you pant heavily as well to catch your breath.

“do you wonder what it is that makes me scream?”

your eyebrow raises in uncertainty. processing his question mentally, you respond by shaking your head as a "no" answer.

"it's you smiling at me after gagging on my dick like a cocksleeve."

#76 ❝ you know i’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck. ❞

ike decides to cook you a dish he recently discovered, you patiently wait for him to finish but a one hour seemed like it was an eternity that's passing, a never ending rotation in the clock that you were near in succumbing to ennui.

dozen of minutes ticked and you finally reach your limit, you visit ike on the kitchen wearing clothes made of thin, breezy fabric that sheerly covered your body with it. ike was chopping the basic ingredients like onion and garlic, you could tell alone from the scent that wafts in the room.

you snake your arms around ike's abdomen, hands exploring his chiseled torso with a lento movement. "it's hot in here, you don't have to." he pertains to the fact that you're accompanying him in the kitchen whilst he was cooking. "i know, but . . i miss you already." your dominant hand palms his soft dick through his pants, ike's jaw falls agape at your sudden actions.

"we can't, i'm cooking something for us right now." he tries to softly unclasp your grasp on his body with a tender touch. "you don't have to cook something, i can just eat you and you can eat me." you murmur and persisted with the way you're holding ike's body captive.

the ash haired sighs in defeat and says, "you know i’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck."

#41 ❝ what makes you think i'm going to fuck you? ❞

"what makes you think i'm going to fuck you?" his voice was nonchalant, gaze sweeping past your figure like you were an irrelevant person. a crease appears between your eyebrows, teeth grinding against each other as you do your best to rile him up again. "ike, you're doing this on purpose aren't you?"

the grayscale haired chortles in return, "i don't have any sex drive right now, i'm being serious." he replies and continues what he was supposed to be doing and in this context, he was assembling his pc setup all according to a draft he made earlier.

"ike just please . . one more ?" you plead as you pull him towards your body with doe eyes you've ever widened and appeared to act cute. "there can always be tomorro—" cutting off ike's words with one strip of his pants and boxers, revealing his soft cock, you stroke it little by little until it gradually grew taller and harder.

a sinister smirk plays across your lips, "little buddy here is saying otherwise." he whimpers and props his arms on the desk table behind him, feeling lukewarm liquids coat his pretty dick. "if you keep doing that i don't know what i'll be able to do you." ike struggles to speak in clear, coherent sentences everytime you stroke him. as for you, it was entertaining to see him get big from your touches.

you take him all in then, making him gasp from the abruptness but moan the next. looking up at him with one last sinister smile, "why wait for tomorrow if we can do it today?"

#6 ❝ we’re really going to fuck here? what if someone sees us? ❞

horror and disbelief paints ike's expressions, he queries with a high-pitched voice, "we're really going to fuck here? what if someone sees us?" you stop him from saying any more complaints by putting an index finger on his lips. scanning the surroundings properly, the scenic view was nothing but the waves of blue and aquamarine hues crashing against the harsh pale shoreline, birds flying across the horizon as they flock in one direction.

"see? there's no one here but us, now pound me to the deepest pits of hell already." reassuring the male, you bend over at his front and stuck your butt out, letting it bask under the golden sunlight in which it gleams from the sunscreen you put on earlier. there was hesitation in ike's hum in agreement but nonetheless, he follows his impulses.

clasping hard on your ass cheeks, he prods your hole with his hard crown, making you gasp a little as your walls start to enlarge. "ike, you're so big." he tries to shrug off your dirty sweet nothings as he didn't want to drag the sex any longer from the nervousness of someone actually seeing you commit such a lascivious act in the beach.

ike's nails continue to dig on your skin and he finally pushes himself all the way in, a feeling of relief and excitement brews from his body. what's with the sudden wave of adrenaline pumping in his veins that he picks up the pace so early? is it the constant worry someone is actually peering on you two having sex?

he couldn't come to a conclusion as he pounded you mindlessly, while you hold tight on the thin fabric matting to seperate your bodies from the searing hot sands. a gust of breeze blows as both of your hair ripple along the wind softly, in contrary to the way ike has been prodding your hole intensely.

you start to grip the sheets by how harsh he's been going, "ike, what's gotten you so fueled?" asking him as he continues to do what he's doing, a conceited chuckle slips out from his lips. "maybe you being so desperate for my dick that you're not even shameful doing this in public."

#luxiem smut #luxiem #luxiem x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #ike eveland smut #nijisanji #nijisanji en #nijisanji x reader #☹ soliloquartz 100 #nijisanji en x reader

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The Sea Witch's Curse

Taglist: @luna2034 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @mylittlemermaid221 @justagirlthatlovedtoread

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Ch. 5 | 2k | Angst & fluff

You woke to some rustling the next morning. You turned over from your stomach in bed to see Eric laying out a new pink dress for you on his desk. He noticed your movement, and smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I just figured that you needed a new dress for the day," he said sheepishly.

A blush was spread across his cheeks and his eyes darted away from you.

"I'll leave you to go back to sleep if you'd like," he turned to leave.

"No," you squeaked out, your voice still raspy from sleep.

When Eric turned to you with a puzzled expression, you clarified.

"No, I don't need to sleep anymore. Thank you for the new dress. I certainly needed it. Where do you get these?"

You flung the covers off your body and swung your legs off the side of the bed.

Eric gulped, his eyes dancing up and down your form.

Static electricity from the bed made the material cling to your physique. Eric swore he saw your nipples hardening under the thin material in the cool air of his cabin. His eyes darted away from you.

"Sometimes we receive them in chests and items that we trade for on the islands. I always keep some handy in case we ever come across a woman in need," he cleared his throat.

"I suppose it worked out," he gave a soft smile.

His smile quickly dissipated when he saw your reaching for the hem of your slip. He immediately turned away from you.

You smirked. You weren't feeling very modest this morning. You brought the material up your torso and pulled it over your head and arms. You picked up the new one provided to you. You continued the conversation with Eric as you admired the shiny material.

"What do you use the gold for?"

It was a simple question, but it surprised Eric enough that he almost turned to look at you again. When he saw a flash of sunburnt flesh, he whipped his head back to face the wall.

"Erm, I use it on the islands. I pay for information about the sea witch," he stated flatly, scrubbing his palm across the back of his neck.

Why was he sweating? In all honesty, you wouldn't need a siren song to get any information you wanted out of him right now.

Slipping the smooth material over your breasts, you smiled. Eric was clever.

"Okay, you can turn around now," you signaled to him.

You watched him as he slowly turned to face you again. His breathing was heavier than normal. His eyes raked over your form again before they met yours.

You creased your brow, examining his expression. What was that emotion?

"That's wonderful," you spoke without missing a beat.

"My father is King Triton, and the sea witch, Ursula, is his estranged sister. I know a little about her, but my father never let me learn too much. I'm sure whatever information you have will be just as valuable," you smiled.

Eric's jaw practically dropped to the floor.

"You're one of King Triton's daughters?"

You nodded your head.

"Yes."

Eric studied you for a beat.

"Doesn't that make you a princess?"

You looked down at your dress, admiring the frills on it.

"I suppose it does. I never felt like much of a princess though; especially not after my mother was killed. I only felt like a prisoner down there," you sighed.

Smoothing your dress out, you met Eric's gaze again. His expression had shifted to something sad.

"I know the feeling," he breathed.

"Are you hungry? We have biscuits for breakfast if you want any," he smiled.

You enthusiastically nodded, stepping towards him.

"What are biscuits?"

You asked excitedly as you followed him out the door.

Back in Eric's quarters, you polished off three biscuits and two glasses of water at the table. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. Eric had even let you try a glass of something called milk. It was different, but you liked it. He had eaten a couple biscuits as well. You looked up to find Eric's eyes on you.

"So the sea witch, you said her name is Ursula? She's your evil aunt?"

You huffed a breath.

"I suppose so. We - my sisters and I - were forbidden from ever reaching out to her. I hid it from my father. Now I know why it was forbidden in the first place," you sighed.

Eric leaned in a little closer to you.

"Do you regret it?"

The question made your skin erupt with goosebumps. You looked up pensively. Did you regret going to her?

"I suppose I should," you fixed your eyes back on Eric's bright blue ones.

"But honestly, no. I never wanted this. I never had any interest in exploring the human world. Now that I'm here, however, I realize how much life I was missing out on," you admitted.

Eric nodded his head, looking back down at his plate.

"I feel like I'm the closest I've ever been to finding information about my mom's death," you added with a shrug.

Eric's eyes connected with yours again.

"We can find out who is responsible, (Y/N). I can do that much for you," Eric tried to give you a soft smile.

You believed him. You couldn't help but notice a small crater in his cheek. Bringing your finger up to it, you heard a sharp intake of breath. Smiling at him, you rubbed your finger across his cheek, and let it dip down into the crater.

"They're called dimples," he blushed.

You kept your hand on his face. His skin was so soft.

"They're beautiful," you whispered, meeting his eyes again.

Eric reached up to grab your hand. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, lost in each other's gaze.

Suddenly, Grimsby burst through the door.

"Eric! There's-."

Eric dropped your hand and the two of you shot away from each other. Grimsby's eyes bounced between you knowingly.

"Sorry to interrupt, captain. A ship has come up on our starboard side with cannons," the man conveyed with urgency.

Eric bolted from his chair, rushing out to the deck. You ran out of his quarters, but stayed on the higher deck, gripping onto the railing.

Grimsby was right. A not-so-friendly looking ship had gained on the Cassiopeia with cannons aimed.

You looked down to see Eric barking orders at his men, and running up on the opposite side of the ship to take the helm. He was desperately trying to steer the ship to safety when a loud voice sliced through the air.

"Eric! How dare ye show your ship 'round these parts again. I swore that if I saw ye again, I'd kill the lot of ya'," the voice shouted.

You heard Eric yelling expletives. It all happened so fast, and before you fully realized what was happening, men swinging from ropes landed on the ship. Four men landed on the main deck, drawing their swords, and fighting with Eric's crew. Your grip on the railing tightened.

"(Y/N)!" Your eyes shot back to Eric. "Lock yourself in my quarters! Now! " Eric shouted.

It was too late.

A burly, greasy looking man landed on the deck directly behind you, between you and the door.

Spinning and gasping at the sight of him, you held your hands up in an attempt to protect yourself. The man harshly grabbed your arm, and easily threw you to the ground. Looking up at him from the deck, you watched him approach you. You waited until he was standing directly over you. Hurling your foot up into his crotch, you tried to scramble away. You'd always heard that human men had a sensitive spot between their legs. You were happy that, for once, the stories were true. The man faltered with a yelp, but you ran right into another henchman on the stairs. This man wore a hat with feathers on it, and he grabbed your arm, holding the blade of his sword to your throat.

"No! Stop!" You heard Eric yell.

Your eyes frantically searched for him. He was at the bottom of the stairs. He had gotten much closer to you than you realized during the attack.

The smelly man peered at Eric with a smirk.

"Oi, what's this lass worth to ya?" He sneered.

"Please, take anything you want. I have gold. I have pearls in my chambers. You can have it all. Just please don't hurt her," Eric begged.

"Oh yeah?" The man holding the blade to your throat surveyed the ship.

"What if we want to take turns with her? Beauties like this are hard to come by, ya see," he licked his lips and briefly released your arm to yank your hair back.

He pushed the blade deep enough into your neck to draw a line of blood.

You gasped.

Eric's eyes took on a murderous glint.

"None of you will fucking touch her," he growled.

"Ye seem so sure if it, lad," the man loudly chuckled.

A loud bang rang out in the air.

The man's grip on your hair suddenly loosened, and you flung yourself backwards, away from him and the blade. Your back hit the wood paneling beside the captain's quarters.

The man with the feathery hat slowly lowered his sword, and held the hand that had gripped your hair to his chest. When he brought it up to examine it, it was smeared with blood.

Horrified at the sight before you, you scrambled back into Eric's chambers - slamming the door, and locking it behind you. Your back slid down the wall beside the door. You sunk to the floor in tears, putting your hand to your neck, and finding more blood. You sobbed uncontrollably. You heard the constant clanging of swords outside. You were shaking and pressing your hand to your neck when the noise finally stopped. Hearing the door rattle, you scurried away from it. It wasn't until Eric burst through the door that you relaxed a fraction.

He immediately dropped the gun he'd been holding, and rushed to his knees before you. His hands peeled yours away from your neck.

"It's okay, (Y/N), it's okay. Let me see."

He was trying to help, but he still spoke in an alarmed tone.

You dropped your hands and let him look at your neck.

Eric banged his fist down on the floor beside you and yelled, "Fuck," making you jolt. "I let that bastard cut you deeper than he should have."

Sensing the panic in Eric's tone, you tried to slow down your breathing. Your anxiety was not helping him.

Grabbing his forearm, you waited for Eric's gaze to drift from your hand back to your eyes. You began humming a melody. It was the same soothing melody you had hummed for the boy in the market. Watching the relaxation seep into Eric's system made you feel more at ease as well.

You hummed it for a minute longer than you had for the boy. You wanted to alleviate all of his stress from the situation. By the time you finished, Eric's features were soft again. He had been holding one hand up to your neck while you hummed, no doubt feeling the vibrations. You hoped this would only heighten the effect of the siren song.

When he spoke again, Eric's tone was much more calm and concise.

"(Y/N), that's what you hummed to the boy on the island. It's not a lullaby, is it?"

You smiled and shook your head.

"No. It's my siren song," you admitted.

Eric's free hand came up to your cheek. You found yourself leaning into his touch.

"Thank you for sharing it with me," he whispered, letting his thumb swipe a stripe across your cheek.

Eric's eyes moved back down to your neck.

"You will be fine. The cut is superficial, and the bleeding has mostly stopped because you were applying pressure. I was just upset that that disgusting pirate drew blood from you," Eric shook his head.

You reached up to settle your hand over his on your cheek.

"It's okay. It scared me, but I'm alright. Are you hurt?"

You suddenly thought to ask, planting both of your palms on Eric's chest. You were examining his torso for any blood or injuries when he chuckled.

"No, I'm not. As long as you're alright, I'm alright," he flashed those adorable dimples.

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https-capri · 2 years

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AlbedoxAfab!reader

CW: fem! bodied reader, mentions of masturbation, slight overstim, petnames (darling, angel, love), cervix fucking if you squint hard enough, smut (obv), porn with plot

A/n: sorry this took so long!! I'm used to writing more dominant readers because, me. Hehehe but I want to write another Xiao smut but I'm not sure how, because I can see him subby, mean, bratty nd all that. Still thinking abt who my next should be tho. Anywho, enjoy my dears <333

Albedo loved and adored you, you knew that much. Only sometimes he'd pay you any mind, though. More often than not, he'd be too focused on his studies to even offer you a welcome, or a glance at that. If you were having a bad day, you'd approach him from behind, wrap your arms around his torso and hug him, resting your head lazily in the crook of his neck. The most you'd get out of him was a hum of acknowledgment, or a sigh.

You know he's overworked, but why'd he agree to getting together if he had no time for you, you felt neglected and useless. It's as if you were simply tossed into a corner, but maybe it was your fault, you never once dared to complain about something regarding your relationship, goodness no, surely the man was far too busy to care. Does he also not know how he leaves you achingly wet, fluttering soft and gentle touches on your legs and proceeding on as if it were nothing. There was a certain instance, when you and him were alone, Sucrose venturing out of the cavern for supplies. Nothing in the atmosphere changed, though.

You remained seated on a table near Albedo, swinging your feet and watching his movements. His hair elegantly pulled back into a braided ponytail, some fluffy locks still flowing free of the band, the color of warm sand enclosing your body at the beach. His captivating eyes, focusing on his study radiated love, concern and care all in the shade of a bright blue. His soft skin that gently reflected the light shining on him. He was so perfect, it was a scene you easily could've drooled over. Catching your eyes from the corner of his, he glanced up from his tubes, potions and notes, offering you a gentle smile while sliding his chair in front of you. The undivided attention gave you butterflies, he rested his hands in your thighs, your swinging legs coming to a halt.

"Need anything, dear?" He asked in that oh so soft voice of his. Making you internally scream in your head. So gentle, always a hint of care in the words he spoke.

"Mm, nope. Don't let me bother you 'bedo. Looked like you were working real hard." You commented, smiling gently and tucking a piece of hair behind his ear to get the best view of his eyes locked on yours.

"You're never a bother to me." He quickly counters. Rubbing your thigh before sliding his wheeled chair back to his original place, in front of his desk. You wished he'd notice you more, it feels like more of a crush than a relationship, but you don't want to be needy. However, being that he was your boyfriend, you had thought about him in a rather lewd manner more than once. You'd catch yourself zoning out while staring at his frail, thin hands. Imagining them traveling up and down your body, stopping to cup your chest and he'd bend down to kiss you over his desk. Him scrapping all of the material on it just to fuck you senseless.

You could only dream, though. How could such a pure, kindhearted man like him think such dirty thoughts? You slowly crept nearer to the sofa he had in his workshop, sitting on it with one knee bent and the other hanging off the side, sliding a blanket on you. You considered a nap, but couldn't stop thinking about that daydream of him touching you. Only had you not realized how late it had gotten, too lost in the reality you created in your head to see the sun descend and the stars appear. This has happened before, spending the night with Albedo, I mean, but this was different. You were horny, for him, and you were expected to sleep next to him. Slipping from under the blanket, you turn to Albedo's figure, outlined with the light of his lamp, nearly the only light source left now that the sun has set. Maybe it wasn't too late to go home? You hear Albedo hum as he turns to you, getting his attention.

"Going home?" Albedo questions, putting his pen down and getting up.

"Erm.. not sure, it's looking a little nasty out there with the snow and all-" you comment, the both of you looking out to the snow beating down on the ground.

"Agreed, love, why don't you stay the night here?" He offers, briefly going back to the room he has his personal items in, returning with 2 mugs of tea for the both of you.

"Sure it won't burden you?" You softly ask, hoping you weren't overwhelming him by staying the night.

"Of course not, you never do." Albedo replies sternly, beginning to collect his belongings into a small pile so he can prepare for the night.

"Why don't you settle yourself down and I'll meet you in bed 'kay?" He ushers, making his way back to his room. As you'd expect, he didn't think as much of it compared to you. Just from your thoughts alone, you were soaked in your own wetness, clenching your thighs to prevent it from getting anywhere. You tend to be prepared when visiting Albedo, given that he spends most of his time in one of the more dangerous regions of Mondstadt, meaning that you have a change of clothes. Still, you opted to wear one of his bigger shirts and some shorts you had brought for sleepwear. Quietly stepping into his room, you feel the drastic change in temperature, it was nice. There was warmth, it was simply decorated and had all the enjoyable luxuries for a cold climate. You felt your way around the dark room and simmered down in bed next to Albedo, who was nearly asleep now.

The heat between your legs was not lessening, and you were growing restless. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, hoping to not wake your dear beloved, you lay still on your back. You nervously swallow and inch your hand to the hem of your shorts and nearer to your panties. Snaking a hand inside, your fingers find your wet folds, dragging a hand up from your center, you begin rubbing slow circles on your puffy clit. Other hand covering your mouth in attempts to stay quiet. Grinding your hips into the touch of your fingers, feeling every bit of pleasure as your hips stutter. Wetness allowing your fingers to glide through your slits, rubbing sloppy circles over your throbbing bud. It feels so much more difficult to stay quiet in this type of situation. You feel your lover shift, now facing you, his eyes flutter open.

"Dearest? Is everything alright?" Albedo questioned, reaching a hand out to feel where you were in the dark room.

Heavy breaths left your mouth, face feeling as if it were burning you muffle out a sound of approval, Albedo still not convinced. He reaches behind him to turn on the small lamp on his bedside table, seeing your face blown into a deep state of lust.

"Y..y/n what's wrong?" Albedo asked, more confused than anything, still speaking in a groggy voice after abruptly waking up.

"Al-bedo.. please, I want you" you whine, half moaning, terribly embarrassed.

"Huh?" Albedo asks again, concerned.

"I've been thinking of you since earlier while you were in the lab, and I think it.. turned me on." You say, quieting your voice towards the end. Albedo lets out an airy laugh, shifting his whole body to you, and moving a hand to your waist.

"I'm sorry to wake you, Albedo." You confess, guilt heavy in your tone.

"Don't apologize, angel. We have all of tomorrow to rest." Albedo assures, hand gliding on the shape of your waist back and forth, slightly raising your shirt in the process.

He nears his face to yours, closing the space between he locks his lips in a kiss with you. Hungrily, he moves himself on top of you, leg falling in between yours, nearly meeting your sopping womanhood. Quickly whining in response, Albedo slips his tongue into your mouth, experimentally feeling around the inside. You grind down onto his leg, humping it in attempts to gain more friction. Albedos hands grew shakey as they begin to undress you of your top. Upon removal, Albedos face flushes a bright red at the sight of your chest. He glances quickly at you through lidded eyes before making contact with one of your breasts, suckling on it. His tongue swirls shapes of all kinds on your skin, feeling it grow tighter as he leaves love bites throughout the section of skin.

"Ah!~ Albedo, yes.." you whine, hands engulfed in the strands of his soft hair. Your center begins aching at the lack of touch, edging yourself further as you allow Albedo to take his time pleasuring you. Him caressing the mounds of your chest, thumbs tracing over the bump of your hardened nipples, mewls leaving your mouth in response to his touches.

"Hmm, I wonder.. would my darling angel like this..?" Albedo teases, face lowering to your center, his delicate fingers trapping your shorts in between them, pulling them down along with him. Your legs grow weak as Albedo breaths warm air on your throbbing cunt, soaked all for him. Albedo hums in delight, licking a strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue on the nub.

"'Bedo~!" You incoherently moan in need for him.

"Ah!! Ah-! Please cum in me! Put it in..!" You beg, no longer being able to wait for the neglect your hole was receiving.

"Patience, princess. I'll take good care of you, promise." Albedo coos, eyes locking with yours while his tongue still works circles on your clit, a hand nearing your hole. Eyes clasped shut, you feel a finger enter you, curling in a fast pace.

"Ahhn!!~" you moan in bliss, back arching as you mentally plead for more fingers. Much to your pleasure, Albedo adds another finger, both curling in sync as wet squelching noises are heard from your cunt. How filthy. Mouth agape, only inaudible words were able to leave, overwhelmed from the pleasure feeling like you were going to cum any second. The knot in your stomach was so tight, you had your thighs around Albedos head as if he were trying to leave. His free hand trailed up your torso and back to your chest, where he fondled one of your boobs in his hand.

"'M gonna~ ah~ Al-bedo!! 'M gonna cum!!" You squeak, voice high from loud moans.

"'S that right? My pretty little doll 's gonna cum for me?" Albedo questions, lips latched onto your clit as his pace quickens.

"Cum for me, love" he adds, your vision blurry from the tears, hips snapping as they begin jolting from your orgasm. Gripping the sheets behind you, you feel the tears that have previously built up fall, feeling pure satisfaction as your orgasm calms. You're left staring at Albedo in awe, him still between you, unreadable smile plastered on his gorgeous face as he wipes your juices from his chin with the back of his hand. Looking up at you as he licks off the rest. Albedo moves his hand behind your head, gently massaging your scalp as he attaches his soft damp lips to your neck, licking up and down. You turn your head, allowing more access and let a whimper fall from your lips. You pull away from Albedo to begin undressing him, entranced by his lean figure. He comfortingly smiles and pulls you into a hug.

Though, the lack of innocence remains as you feel him grind onto you, prominent boner erect in his pants. You gasp, hand flying to where his tent once was, face immediately heating up. Placing a peck on your lips, Albedo stands back up, placed between your legs, sliding down the remainder of clothes on his lower half you can see his hard cock. Sprung to his stomach, leaking precum from its slit as it bobs in anticipation. You bite the inside of your cheek, clenching your thighs together feeling your cunt begin to throb, the sensation of butterflies invading your stomach. You look away bashfully, Albedo looking at you with love while slowly spreading your legs , rubbing them assuringly in the process. You obliege and leave your legs open for him, Albedo rubbing the tip of his cock on your slick pussy, him groaning at the feeling.

"F-feels good" you mutter, shyly looking up at your lover as he smiles in response.

"Good."

Albedo moves a hand on your lower abdomen, placed so his thumb can rub circles over your clit as he eases his erection into you.

Slapping a hand over your mouth, you bite your tongue in attempts to not moan. Albedo in response taking your hands and pinning them above your head as he drags himself back out achingly slow, stopping so he can slam himself back into you.

"auuhh~!! A-Albedo!!" You moan, sounding more like a cry as tears begin to reform in the corners of your eyes.

Albedo forms a pace fast enough to feel the knot in your stomach rebuild, center clenches tight enough around him to create a ring of your cum around his cock.

"Mm fuck.. yes, squeeze me just like that baby, feels so good" Albedo groans, beginning to fuck you at an animalistic pace, chasing his own high. His thumb, however, never left your clit and had been rubbing circles on it through the entirety of him entering you. And you were going to cum again, soon. Whimpering, you wrapped a hand around Albedos wrist, unbearable pleasure making it impossible for you to speak, only moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as it hung open. Albedo, hardly noticing your hand continued fucking you, thrusts getting harder as each pump into you hit your cervix. You squeeze tightly around his dick, closing your eyes tightly as you feel your second orgasm wash over you, body twitching as you grip Albedos wrist.

"Auh~ 's too much!!~ mm 'bedo!!" You cried, voice hardly coherent as you were muffled by the sound of skin slapping. Albedos free hand grasping desperately at the sheets next to you, looking up at him to see his eyes tightly closed, teeth clenched and face flushed, too caught up in his high to see how he was overstimulating your poor fucked out pussy. Tears poured from your eyes as your body moved with his, awaited for his orgasm so you could stop since Albedo couldn't hear your pleas.

"Y/n.. c-cumming~" Albedo whined in your ear, his thrusts growing slower as he began grinding and humping you rather than fucking. Feeling his warm cum fall as spurts onto your skin sent a wave of relief through you. You were aching all over. Having cum twice and to have him keep abusing your hole was not something you'd imagine enjoying as much as you did, still he regulated his breathes and looked at you, falling on top and embracing you in a warm hug.

"Thank you, bedo. I love you" you whispered.

"I love you too, y/n" Albedo replied, gazing at you lovingly with sleepy eyes. Lazily, he pulled his shirt from the floor and wiped the both of you down, sighing and kissing you sweetly, you both drifted back off to sleep.

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masterqwertster · 11 months

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For the Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts, #27. Orym and Ashton.

I'm obsessed with how Taliesin clearly rolled an insight check last episode to see if Ashton noticed that Orym didn't sleep. Carry the halfling, let him sleep while they travel. Put him in a Baby Bjorn if you must. Bonus points for Orym being worried about Ashton's chronic pain.

(That said, I'm in Ashrym Hell right now and I love Hurt/Comfort. I would take stories about them for any of these prompts and chew on them for days. 😂)

27 "I'm going to carry you, okay?" Not sure how much this is going to help with your hell since I write them platonic. But here we go. (And I don't use the quote directly, but the spirit is there, okay?) Prompt

Ashton falls back from the group, just enough to get a quiet private conversation, as Orym does his little catch-up jog for the fifth time, that they've seen.

Once he's in range, they don't even hesitate to scoop him up like a sack of potatoes, held casually under one arm. There's a squeak and some flailing from the little halfling fighter, but it sure as fuck isn't enough to make them drop their impromptu package.

"Ashton?" Orym warily asks once he's assessed that he's not going to slip free without effort.

"Can't have you constantly falling behind," Ashton says, explaining everything and nothing in that way he's practiced for years.

"I'm keeping up," Orym stubbornly insists. "So you can put me down. I'm-"

"If you finish that with 'fine,' I'm gonna pinch you hard enough to fucking bruise," Ashton threateningly cuts him off.

Orym's lips thin as he seriously considers saying he's fine anyways. A bruise would give him something to press on-

Apparently he'd paused too long, or the thoughts were clear on his face, because in a quick movement, Ashton bounces Orym, driving the breath from his lungs as his armor slaps against the solid stone of their arm, both of which are much harder than his own chest.

"Don't you fucking dare," they growl. The previous threat wasn't empty, they don't really do empty threats, but that didn't mean they wanted to carry it out either. "No one here is fucking fine. You having to jog to catch up with us when you usually have no issue keeping pace with bigger folk is a pretty fucking obvious tell."

And Orym just kind of goes limp once baldly faced with his performance failure.

"This can't be comfortable," he quietly says.

"I mean, there's probably better holds than this," Ashton says with a shrug that lifts Orym a little. "But considering you're maybe half as heavy as my hammer fully kitted and soaking wet, I could do this all day." Which is a vague threat that if the halfling doesn't cooperate and give his little legs a fucking break, they will carry him until the group makes camp.

"...So walking isn't an option for me right now, is it?" Orym asks resignedly. He doesn't much believe in his ability to out-stubborn the genasi while fighting sleep deprivation.

"Glad we can come to an understanding," Ashton answers with a shit-eating grin.

"About that better hold..." Orym prompts after a few moments, squirming a little bit in an attempt to keep an edge of his armor from pressing into his torso quite so much.

"Sure. ...Would my hair be a problem for sitting up on my shoulders?" Ashton agrees, gesturing to the crystalline points on his head.

"I... don't think so? Breast plate should keep anything from poking me. But your shoulder-" Orym says, considering the gold thickly webbed over their left shoulder, the thin lines of gold that wrap their upper right arm.

"Will be fucking fine," Ashton steamrolls over the worry. "Like I said, you're a light little fucker. Not gonna be a problem."

"...Okay," Orym agrees after a silent breath in and out.

A bit of shuffling and Orym is seated up on Ashton's shoulders, legs dangling around their neck, his breast plate gently pressed into his chest by the volume of crystal hair before him.

It's a careful balancing act on Orym's part to not dig his heels into Ashton's chest or grip onto their head or scarred shoulders to remain upright through the sway of their stride.

Orym has to ride out the huff Ashton releases a few minutes later.

"You can grip my hair. As long as you're not trying to jerk my head around, I won't even really feel it," they grumble. Then their hands come up and press his feet tighter against their chest. "And as long as you aren't fucking kicking me, this is fine too."

"Okay." And small hands wrap around amethyst crystal, establishing a stabilizing grip while leaving his feet in the tightened position Ashton had guided them into.

Orym is starting to resign himself to the idea that Ashton doesn't actually want special treatment over his chronic pain, just a willingness to back off when he's not in the mood for touch.

At least from people he trusts. The genasi still avoids all contact possible with strangers.

A while later, Ashton chuckles as softly as they can, trying to keep their upper body still to maintain a potentially precarious balance with their hands swallowing tiny calves.

After all, he can hear soft snores coming from above his head.

#MQ&A #critical role #ashton greymoore #orym of the air ashari #MQfic #hurt comfort dialogue prompt

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greta-van-chaos · 2 years

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After Dark

Jake Kiszka x Reader

Request | cock warming with dom/jake

Warnings | Explicit sexual content, cursing, m soft dom/f sub, cock warming, slight choking, edging, wee bit of slapping

Word Count | 2.2k

Authors Note | I really wanted to do a soft(er) dom!jake fic because I'm so used to seeing him be absolutely ruthless and although that can be fun I want a change of pace. This took me forever to write but I'm fairly happy with how it turned out!

Unedited because I want to post really bad and don't have the patience

Your fingers work at the buttons of Jake's shirt. You just tug at them, hoping the shirt will come apart rather than you actually having to take your time trying to slip them through the holes. Jake's hands work at his pants frantically, sliding out his belt and tossing it to the side before he unbuttons them and yanks them down, lifting his hips slightly which pushes you up and makes you lose balance. You break away from the kiss, breathless and dazed now just snapping the buttons off of his shirt and clawing it from his torso, to which he scoffs.

"Someone's needy." He chuckles into your hair.

"You're the one who won't stop trying to slip your hand down my pants while we watch the movie you chose."

"Touché."

You resume kissing and now it's Jake's turn to take off your clothes, luckily yours are much easier to remove. He slides your t-shirt over your head and immediately cups your breasts, running his thumbs over your nipples. You arch your back, pushing yourself further into his explorative touch but he withdraws his hands, in favor of working at your pajama shorts. Now that you're basically naked, save for your underwear, Jake pulls away to admire your body.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." He nips at the skin of your neck and holds you against him with his hands pressed against the small of your back. The fire in your stomach blazes with lust and your skin is most definitely hot to the touch. You can barely make up a coherent thought and Jake's teasing is causing these feelings to intensify.

Your face is tilted to the sky, giving him better access to your throat but you move to look at him and pull him away from kissing you. In the most composed voice you can muster that is still heavily fogged with arousal you manage to whisper out, "Just fuck me, Jake."

Something in his expression darkens and your stomach drops. "And who says your allowed to make such bold requests, my darling?"

Jake circles the skin of your thighs with his thumbs as he awaits your answer but it never comes, you're too caught up in the feeling of his skin against yours. You can feel his eyes on you, burning into your skin but you don't meet his gaze, instead you focusing on gliding your fingertips over his bare stomach and chest.

Jake tsks and takes your chin between his index finger and thumb. "You've really forgotten your manners, haven't you?" You try to bow your head away from him but he keeps his grip on you. He doesn't hold you too tightly, just enough to keep your eyes on his. "I think we need to fix that."

"And how do you propose we do that?" You're testing him which isn't usually your style but from the way he's looking at you, lust blown eyes and a smirk, you need as much of this dominant energy as you can get.

"You're feisty today." He leans in and nips at your earlobe "Take off your panties."

You barely even have to register what he's saying, you automatically stand up and slip off the thin lace that had acted as a barrier between the two of you.

"What now?" You whisper out, still standing in front of him.

Jake brings his hands to your hips and pulls you a bit closer, pressing a kiss to your stomach and then another a little bit lower and a little bit lower.

You suck in a sharp gasp "Jake--"

His face is now buried between your thighs. You spread your legs a little bit more for him and sink your fingers into his hair, hoping to encourage him. His tongue laps at your delicately, lips closing around your clit once he feels your grip on his hair tighten.

"Please--" You breathe and even though you're not quite sure what you're asking for, it just feels right to beg him, to give yourself over to him completely.

The fire in your stomach is burning bright, the way his mouth moves against you. The sound of your wetness on his lips is sinful. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching and scratch your nails along Jake's scalp to spur him on.

You body trembles beneath his touch and you can do nothing but tip you head back, slack jawed as you prepare for your orgasm to wash over you. But being the tease he is, Jake pulls away at the last second and even though the look of your slick on his lips and chin is borderline obscene you wish you smack the smug look off of his beautiful face.

Jake sits back against the couch, looking at you humorously before outstretching his hand to you. "Come here angel."

You obey silently, placing yourself in his lap with a pout. He strokes your face lovingly and places a small peck on your lips.

"What's the matter my darling?" He says in a mocking tone, his signature smirking playing on his lips.

"Fuck you, Jake." You mutter out, averting your eyes.

You know you're really in for it now when his hand finds your throat and he drags you so that your lips are almost touching. "What was that? I didn't quite catch it." Jake's breath fans over your lips and his grip tightens slightly as he awaits your response.

Feeling brave you meet his eyes. "I said, fuck you, Jake."

The air becomes still and quiet. He doesn't quip back or make any move to speak at all instead he pushes you off of him so you can both stand. Your eyes are glued to him as he slips off his boxers and strokes himself a few times, eyes closing at the sensation. He then grabs the remote, lays on the couch and pats his thighs for you to join him. When you continue to stand silently, unmoving, he sits up with an impatient look on his face. Jake grabs you by the hips and guides you so you're now hovering over his leaking cock.

"You gonna let me in, angel?" He's gripping the flesh of your hips so hard you can almost see the bruises forming already.

A staggered breath parts your lips as you sink down onto him. The feeling of Jake inside of you isn't new but takes your breath away every single time.

You dig your nails into Jake's abdomen, anchoring yourself to the moment, to the sensation. You raise your hips slightly but even after the slightest shift he's holding you down against him, keeping you still.

"Jake--" You whine but he delivers a sharp slap to the side of your thigh.

"You're gonna sit pretty and warm my cock while we finish the movie, maybe it'll teach you some manners."

"Please--"

"If you don't stop whining I will not touch you for the rest of the night and I will not let you touch yourself. Understand?"

You give him a little pout and groan, running your hands down his chest and stomach. Once again Jake slaps your thigh and your whole body jerks, head tipping back when he somehow pushes even further into you.

"I said--" Your eyes pop open when Jake sits up and grabs a hold of your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do." He presses a kiss to your sternum "You." Another to the base of your throat, "Understand?" He finishes off with a peck on the lips and then settles back into the couch.

"Yes, Jakey" You breathe.

Keeping to his word, Jake puts the movie back on and turns his head to the side. Your eyes refuse to stray from him as he tucks his hands behind his head and shifts under you, jerking his hips upward unexpectedly. A moan rips through your chest but he pays no mind to you, still watching the TV.

You finally decide that focusing on the screen might help distract you from the feeling of Jake inside of you. You steal looks at him as you continue to watch the movie but he doesn't let his gaze stray from the screen. In a lame attempt to get his attention and maybe even take pity on you, you grind down on him and whine.

"Please Jakey, please." You throw your head back and steady yourself with your palms flat on his bare chest. A mewl escapes you at the very slight movement of his dick inside of you.

"Watch the movie, y/n. Don't make this worse for yourself." His eyes still don't stray and you huff in frustration at how stubborn he can be.

You can feel the pounding between your legs growing more incessant and wonder if Jake can feel it too. You try as hard as you possibly can to focus on the movie but your mind continues to wander back to how unbearably turned on you are and how you can't do anything about it.

The movie inches by and it almost feels like you're watching it frame by frame. When it finally comes to an end you grab the remote, turn the TV off and chuck it across the room. The second the remote hits the floor you launch yourself forward and capture Jakes lips in a heated kiss. His hands fly to your hips and he sits up, moving you against him forcefully. Clearly he's grown impatient too.

His lips move down your cheek and neck, sucking hickies into your collarbones and tracing them with his tongue. Your fingers sink into his hair and he moans against your skin at the sensation of your fingers against his scalp. He still moves you against him feverishly, his cock just barely nudging that sweet spot inside of you that he never fails to miss.

"Please Jake--"

"You want it baby?" You can feel him smirk against you, ceasing the movement of your hips by holding you to him firmly once again.

"So bad, please-- I'll do anything."

"Listen to you, you're ready to beg for it, aren't you pretty girl?" He pulls away to meet your eyes and when you nod, cheeks flushed crimson with arousal he gives you a soft smile that holds more mischief than anything else. He tucks a small strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to whisper "Ride me baby, you've been so perfect for me, let me make you feel good."

You don't need any convincing. As soon as his grip loosens and his hands are just barely holding you, you rock your hips experimentally, relishing in the feeling. You very quickly find a suitable pace, falling into rhythm when his hips thrust up to meet your own. Out of instinct one hand finds Jake's hair and the other reaches past him to grip the arm of the couch.

He wraps his arms around you and shoves his face into the corner of your neck. The sound of your bodies meeting is lewd and sloppy but you couldn't care less, you're too lost in the feeling of Jake's deep thrusts that always seem to make him perfectly nudge your g spot.

"You feel so good." He groans, sloppily kissing and nipping at your neck.

It doesn't take long for the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm to take over your senses. You body goes slightly stiff and it becomes harder to move against Jake.

"Fuck-- I'm close already-- Need your h--" After a particularly sharp thrust you almost scream, digging your nails into the nape of his neck.

"What do you need, pretty girl?"

"Hands-- Your h-- Fuck--"

You don't wait for him to figure it out, instead you release the couch in favor of casting you arm behind you to find his own and dragging it between your legs. He gets the memo and presses the pads of his fingers against your clit, circling it carefully but with enough for to draw a long, high pitched moan from your lungs.

His breathing begins to stutter and you can feel the short puffs of air fan over your skin. He's always been very vocal and tonight is no exception. You absolutely love the sounds you can draw out of him.

You barely notice it but after a few more deep thrusts your orgasm washes over you, taking hold and throwing you into a deep pool of euphoria. Your skin prickles and goosebumps raise all along your body. You can't help but clench down on Jake, rutting against him rather than moving up and down.

Jake isn't far behind, cumming inside you when you tug his hair a little harshly in the haze of your orgasm. He continues to rock into you, riding out his high and letting you ride out yours.

Once you feel strong enough you lift yourself off of him and lay back on the couch, immediately closing your eyes. You can feel the couch raise on Jake's side and you can hear the soft sound of Jake padding into another room before coming back. You don't have the strength to open your eyes so your body jumps when you feel a warm washcloth wiping down the inside of your thighs.

You cast out your arm and blindly reach for Jake. He grabs a hold of it and presses and kiss to your palm.

"Thank you, Jakey." You whisper, letting your eyes flutter open just enough to get a small glimpse of him kneeling on the couch in front of you.

"Let's get you to bed."

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shizukateal · 11 days

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What do you think about Eternal Sailor Moon? What would you change to improve her design?

It sucks. I'm sorry, I wish I could give the single most famous and influential magical girl ever a more tactful sentence but I can't. It sucks. The layered skirt and it's color scheme sucks, the thin belt ribbon sucks, the excessive pearl adornments on the hair and gloves suck, the lack of proper contrast for the white wings of the eternal moon article sucks, and those goddamn pink bubblegum sleeves especially suck.

Ok, I got that out of my system, I can be respectful now. Buckle up anon, you're getting more than you asked for.

Let's analyze first why Takeuchi-sensei might have made some of these choices. The pink bubblegum sleeves? She probably realized that there was too much white around her torso already and there was a need for a color break. The ugly 3 layering? Takeuchi-sensei likes figure skating, which is why in the manga and Sailor Moon Crystal the skirts are not stiff at all. So she gave Usagi something that would work in a figure skating costume, not realizing that every other element of the torso and gloves is too stiff to pull that off. The thin belts and ribbons? She probably wanted a swallowtail butterfly effect with the wings, but she realized that a big ribbon behind would compete with the wings so the put those thin strands and then realized that the usual belt is too thick for them so she changed that too, again, under the assumption that it would work in the same way for a figure skating costume.

And the excessive accesorization? Well, how else are you supposed to "upgrade" a base as concise and short as the og uniform? You can't even enlarge the skirt all that much without a jenga cascade of new problems, that's why all of the variations within the senshis are so subtle. So Takeuchi-sensei resorted to just add "more" stuff to give the outfit more importance. And she kinda had to, because she had already kneecapped herself with the Moon Crisis outfit:

Now, not all of the choices of this outfit are bad. Changing the skirt to white is subtle but powerful enough, and when the yellow and blue stripes aren't an ugly ombre that doesn't work on plates that stiff they actually look ok. Adding more lines to the collar is also good. However the pearls in the hair compete with the rest of the head accessories. The pale pink of the ribbon comes out of nowhere, and so do the translucent, pointy, three-layered sleeves. Aaaaaaand I hate that the brooch gets repeated on her crotch of all places.

But because Naoko chose to go with this, she set up the expectations a certain way. Essentially this outfit claims that an "evolved" Sailor Moon is a Sailor Moon with more accessories, cohesion be damned, so what else was she going to do when she had to out-perform this?

Which takes us to the second part of your question. If I want to change the Eternal transformation, I need to change the Moon Crisis transformation first so that the contrast between each other becomes a conversation that makes them stand out more. Luckily, DollDivine's Senshi Maker is miraculously still alive, so I don't have to give you an exceptionally shitty illustration of my own.

Let's start with Moon Crisis:

As you can see, my changes from the first transformation are pretty subtle, but I think they work well enough. Without the pearls in the hair the other accessories from head to neck still work as well as ever, only the choker stands out a little bit more and the difference in the hair accessories may be slightly more noticeable. Between those, the longer gloves, and the white boots I figured the amount of surface space for the color white had increased enough to make this version seem more ethereal, so I put one last touch of it on the outer edge of the skirt and made the belt red for further contrast. Keeping the ribbon red as well means it no longer clashes with the rest, and the Crisis Moon Compact can still be the nice touch of pink to tie it all up with the Kaleidomoon Scope (which, btw, should also be a fucking sword instead of a rod with a handle).

Then, finally, we can get to the Eternal Moon redesign:

So! I made 3 different versions distinguished by color scheme. Two work with the usual combination of white + primary colors and the other is white + pink and gold. I made the pink one first because I wanted to match it to the eternal tiare, and I figured that since white is the more important color it didn't matter much if I left out the rest. And while I still like it and I think it would match the show and be a proper evolution, I get why some would find it too disjointed from her original outfits without the red and blue. So I experimented with those colors instead and those are the results. I find them comparatively tackier than the pink and gold, but no more than the original eternal costume, and all in all they work well enough. Maybe I'll do a poll later so you can choose which version you like best.

Now with that out of the way I should go into the shape of the outfit, since I did make some radical changes. Believe me I don't like taking the "sailor" out of Sailor Moon anymore than you do, but in my defense the options of the flash game are limited, so hear my reasoning before you chew me out:

First and foremost, the wings present a problem. Because they are white and spring from above her shoulders they were always going to compete with the bubble sleeves, since both elements fundamentally alter the silhouette. Ergo, I chose to get rid of the sleeves, since the wings are a more powerful symbol. I chose the sweetheart neckline because it was what was available and I think it looks good, but there might have been other options if the game had more variety (which is saying a lot because the thing has a lot of options). Before you ask, no the sleeveless approach Ami has on her costume doesn't look good on her and no way no how am I doing the Shadow Galactica Senshi thing of unattached collars. Fuck that nonsense. I also left the pearls without the hair bun accessories because, again, they competed too much with everything else.

So we go with a white mini dress. I put a ruffled underskirt to give the outfit a bit more volume and looseness without fundamentally unbalancing the silhouette and since it's pale yellow and translucent it gives the idea of a halo of moonlight with the main white skirt. Without the sleeves and collar the mini dress looks more like something a figure skater would wear, so the string-y belts actually work well here. I kept the back ribbon short so that it wouldn't compete with the wings, and I put another one under the wings of the eternal moon article to balance the excess white. This leaves us with the boots. Trust me, she looks better with these than her usual ones. With a strapless and short dress like this either you go short and blocky with the footwear or go long and skin tight. Anything in the middle will look awkward. I will admit however that they need a band of color on top, but that wasn't an option in the game. Or rather there was an option and it didn't look good so I didn't take it.

In any case, I said before that the reason for re-making both outfits is so that the contrast between them makes a design throughline. So there you have it. We have the second evolution, which is a more elongated version of the first one without changing or accessorizing it too much and then our final version goes the opposite way, being more sparse and ethereal, even fairy-like as it fits an ascended, mythical figure. I hope the redesigns satisfy you, but who knows! Maybe when I get better at drawing I can come up with something else. Or not. After all, if you, like me, don't like the original eternal outfit you're always welcome to redesign it yourself. The world is our oyster 💖🌙

#sailor moon #usagi tsukino #serena tsukino #magical girl fashion #ask #yeah I'm making that poll later #so watch out for that #redesign

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whmp · 8 months

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I just wanted to say that your video game looks really cool! I'm a (fairly beginner) game developer and overall it just looks really great. I love the graphics and style. I do not consider myself a sadistic person and I can confidently say I have never had any urge to hurt somebody, but I'm still super hyped to play your game.

Anyways, I guess I'm just curious on how you're making it/ any details of the process so far you'd like to share.

hehe thank you so much anon!!! don't worry, the "have you ever wanted to keep someone in your basement" was (mostly) a joke, being a sadist is by no means a prerequisite. : ) the process itself is a bit chaotic - such is life of a solo developer. i'm spread a bit thin between animation, modelling and programming so when making the game i'm trying my best to stick to my strengths: for example, when you look at characters and items, most of them have only very basic textures, but they do have a neat little shader on top which makes them look cel shaded. there's also a hefty dose of VHSesque post processing on top of everything! i left for a bit of a vacation recently, hence the lack of updates, but i YEARN to go back to work. on top of the to-do list is to finish up the time-simulation system. originally i wanted the game to be in real-time like animal crossing or something, but i've since shifted focus to a different approach with a simulated time, kind of like in stardew valley or minecraft or pretty much any game with a day/night cycle. the two tasks i dread the most are going to be fixing whumpees hair and his skeleton. god. take a look at how this smug fucker's hair look like:

if you know anything 3d you're probably getting a headache just from looking at this terrifying thing. stop. stop looking at it now, please, avert your gaze and don't make fun of my topology skills. if you don't - on the left there's a wire frame of polygons that when painted gives us the poor little meow meow on the right. as you can see, his hair is SUPER DENSE when it comes to polygon distribution. basically, a good 95% of whumpee's geometry is concentrated in his hair. i have since changed it (it's an old screenshot) but his hair still is a bit too dense for my liking - this is the sort of thing that WILL cause performance issues further down the line. i should just shave him bald i swear.

the second thing is his skeleton (or rig, or armature or """avatar""" if you go by unity's terminology). there's no nice way of putting it, his bones are fucked up. i rigged him in blender and upon being transported to the game engine environment, his spine just sort of left his torso. i managed to shove it back in, but it's far from ideal. here's how he looked like prior to the Bone Surgery:

scary. think of the back pain.

to summarize, gamedev is hard, bones are bad, but i really want to get back to work. hopefully i'll post a major update post within a week or so! no taglist on this post since it's not really an update, but @fanboy-enby-undead mentioned wanting to see bloopers/glitches so here's an @. : )

#whumpdev #whumblr #whump community #dont wanna tag this as gamedev so it doesnt breach containment LMAO #also im getting to everyones asks sorry for being slowwwwwww #tumblr ate like two of my responses already but ill be getting around to answering them soon! ish #i gotta roll out at least 1-2 updates before the winter semester starts thats the plan #will i stick to it? maybe! probably! everyone has been so supportive and lovely : )

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ogkitkaat · 1 year

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I'VE BEEN SILENT FOR FAR TOO LONG!!

i want to come home to aki, splayed out on the couch!

a lit cigarette in his mouth, but he's not smoking it despite their being fresh ash in the tray, it's just hanging there as he's completely leaned into the seat.

"my love, i told you to not do that inside anymore," my lips form a thin line across my face as i express my dislike and disappointment. i would sigh as he remains silent, thinking he's ignoring me and i immediately begin worrying that i'm pestering him. nagging him about what he can do in his own apartment. i did move in with him after all.

"aki?" moving closer to him i see he's actually asleep. his mouth slightly agape as the cigarette teeters dangerously close, wanting to succumb to the will of gravity. "oh aki, poor baby." i coo, carefully taking the cigarette from him mouth and tamping it out on the ashtray.

carefully, i would beging loosening his tie, taking off his shoes, undoing his belt and uniform to make sure he was comfortable. poor guy must've had another rough day at work. of course he did, being a devil hunter mustn't be easy. sometime between me removing his belt and going to his shoes, i imagine he wakes up. i won't notice it, i'm too focused on my task. it wouldn't be until i notice the slight change in the air around me and when he, of course, calls my name.

"what- whatre you doing?" his voice is soft, quiet and exhausted.

"i'm just taking care of you, you were passed out." by this time, i've removed his shoes and was looking at him. trying to figure out what he needed. "i was just.. trying to have a break before starting dinner. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." i know he's talking about the cigarette, it's scent still fresh in the air surrounding us. just us.

"that's not important now, love. what's important now..." i slowly begin making my way into his lap, legs on either side of him and my arms wrapping around his torso. my head resting and nuzzling into his chest, taking in his scent. the cologne he wore just a faint memory as it's worn down throughout the day. the smell of tobacco now wrapped around him, and while on anyone and anywhere else, i would hate it but on him? oh, how it smells divine.

"what's important now, is that you're taken care of." i say and he sighs, his arms around me now, taking in all me. "you don't need to take care of me, sweetheart." i would laugh, slightly, and raise my head to look at him. "i don't want to hear it, you're going to sit here and look pretty, relaxing, having a drink while i make dinner for us tonight."

leaning forward, foreheads connecting i would continue my little speech.

"i'll never know the extent of what you have to go through every day. i just know it's never easy, you come exhausted every single day and i'm worried about you aki. you never talk about it." he remains quiet and i keep going, "there's some things i'll never know and that's okay but i just wish you would talk to me sometimes."

his hold around me would tighten as he brought me closer, our foreheads pressing even closer together if that were possible. "i don't want to burden you with that kind of stuff-"

"i'm gonna stop you there. aki, you and me are the same in which we don't like to rely on others. but i know that i can rely on you, i want you to know that you can rely on me too. about anything."

i would stare at him, while he looked anywhere but my eyes. sighing, i would shift to rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. "stop being so silly already and you can tell me what's bugging you over dinner." he hums and takes my head gently in his hand, guiding me back to him. at this point, tears were forming in the corners of my eyes. not for any real reason, i suppose. maybe because i just love him so much.

"i know i can't take your pain away, but i just want to be able to help you." i sniffle now, and i know ive just made him feel worse. i didn't mean to. he carefully holds my face with both his hands and wipes my eyes gently. "i'm sorry, i'm so sorry i've been making you feel like this." he mumbles as his thumb gently begins caressing my face. i lean further into his touch, as he begins to speak softly to me again. "just have a little bit more patience with me, love. i can't just open up overnight,"

"i know! i'm aware! but it sucks seeing you struggling through something all by yourself. you don't have to tell me right away, but it's like i said, you don't have to go through it alone."

i pout as i stare at him, trying to read him as if just staring at him would allow me to see into his mind and pick out every worry and struggle that was causing conflict within him. his hands slowly move from my face, trailing slowly down my body, his touch alone sending shivers down my spine. he leans forward, resting his head on my shoulder as one hand rests on my hip and the other trails down my arm until our hands are connecting. i instantly intertwine our fingers, yearning for that closeness, and the extra comfort and assurance that i am his. and only his.

"i know it won't happen overnight, or a few days and i know you need time and space," my free hand slowly runs up his arm, and i feel him place a gentle kiss underneath my jaw, "and i won't push you further until you're ready," my hand is at his head now, fingers itching to run thru his hair and feel him melt into my touch. "but what i can ask of you now is please," i slowly push his hair out from his ponytail, feeling it fall and relax after being up for who knows how long.

"can we please start dinner now?"

#i needed to post this #this is so self indulgent #i want to hold him #i want to hold his hand #he's so pretty #aki #hayakawa #hayakawa x reader #reader being me

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xoxothesubwayfugitive · 11 months

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wrung out (nsfw)

It put him in his glory to see Felicity like that. Presiding over the hall, waiting expectantly for people to come to her and pay pretty compliments. Her cloak split just so to show the beginnings of a bump. He had given her the dress robes she was wearing as a surprise that morning, knowing that she had planned to wear something old for lack of desire to spend time shopping. Instead she was dressed in fine tan linen that had been interwoven with gold thread to give the subtlest appearance of shine. Around her neck was a circle of pale, emerald cut peridots. Yes, everything was just as it should be. She rested her hand on her stomach, wedding ring glinting in the candlelight, and smiled at him through all the people. It was the first time they had used the ballroom together, the first time it had been used for anything in years and years, and Lucius was reprimanding himself for his surprise that she fit it so well. Everything made more sense with her in it – why not this too?

"I've neglected you tonight." The crowd had thinned by then, and as he snuck up behind her and put a hand on the small of her back, he noticed little hairs curling at the nape of her neck, coaxed out by the humidity of the room.

"Not at all. I had a duty to do, didn't I?"

"It was done beautifully. A wonderful example of how our society is thriving." His voice lowered. "I've been imagining something quite terrible all evening, you up on the buffet with your skirts around your waist…"

Felicity blushed, and tried not to twist her lips too noticeably. "When it's over," she whispered back.

Lucius was quite drunk by the time they finally got back to the bedroom, and although Felicity hadn't had a drop, she was as tired as he. They had had their tryst in the ballroom, delaying the elves' cleaning process and shocking one unnoticed partygoer who had walked back by the doors in search of a forgotten cloak. The Malfoys were not at all in a union of convenience, the guest was able to tell the grapevine the next morning. It seemed like the quick conception of that second baby hadn't been forced by the Dark Lord's hand.

Before stumbling into bed, Felicity helped him out of his clothes, including kneeling on the floor to unlace his shoes despite his vocal protests and repeated attempts to lift her up.

"I like it down here, Lucius," she told him, biting her lip and looking up. "And you're too drunk to get them off. I don't want you in bed with half your clothes on."

"You've done more than enough tonight. I can't have you down on the floor in that condition. Come on, get up, and I'll take yours off…"

"I want it again, Lucius. It's crazy how the hormones make me feel. Remember the beach, with Diana?"

"Oh yes, love, I remember that. Bending you over, the way you asked for it."

They were finally all unzipped and unbuttoned, naked together, and he pulled her backwards onto the bed.

"I'm drunk," he warned her.

"I already said that."

"So don't get your hopes up."

"I can already feel it," she whined, pressing back against him. He slipped his hand between her legs to feel her wetness, and then curled them to penetrate her.

"Why don't you wait for once?" he whispered to her. Lucius was hesitant to be rough with her now, wouldn't spank or choke her even if she wanted it. But in his haze he got his other hand under her torso and pinched her nipples. Lightly, but it was a pinch. "Why don't you wait until you really want it?"

"I want it all the time." She whimpered again as he pulled her closer and coaxed her top leg over his.

"You can cum. Actually, I want you to cum. But you'll get my cock when you get it."

"Lucius…"

"Sweetheart, who's in charge here?"

"You, you. Please."

She felt drunk. It was easy to feel that way when everyone else was. By the end of the party she had realized she could do anything, say anything, and be lauded as one of them. She could steer Lucius around the room like a child, she could elicit laughs from people whom she desperately hated, and who saw her as a whore who didn't share their values. And now she was in bed with her husband, all the jewels he had given her glistening in the candlelight as their sweat began to mingle together, begging him to give her release, to let her have just one more moment on his cock, as if tonight would be the last…

Lucius lowered the hand at her breast to her clit, his arm pressing somewhat hard into the swell of her stomach. "I love that," he said as he began to rub circles. "Holding what's mine so close to me. Does it hurt?"

She shook her head but could not speak. No, it didn't hurt. He wouldn't do anything to the baby that would hurt, and she wasn't so big yet that everything they did had to accommodate for it. "Can I please cum?"

The fingers inside of her jerked and so did she, her back arching even as he held her in place.

"Really?"

"Please, Lucius." Her mind drifted back to earlier, when he had knelt before her as she sat on the table, and lifted her skirt to taste her cunt. The suction he knew how to apply so well that knocked her back on her elbows, desperate for the moment when he finally stood up and took her. "Please, just one more…"

"Ok, love. Cum for me now. Right now."

He rolled a bit more on his back, pulling her with him as she thrashed and cried out. His lips found the space under her ear, and she reached back to touch his hair.

"You're a good girl. You're so malleable for me, so sweet. Is it good? Does it feel good?" She was nodding frantically, unable to speak. "Tell me it's good. You have to speak up."

"Yes, Lucius, thank you, thank you. Merlin, I love you. I love you."

"I love you, too. I love holding you like this."

Felicity began to quiet, and he gently took his hands away, letting her roll over and bury her head in his shoulder.

"Was it as good as my cock?" he asked with a little smile to himself, and she shook her head against him.

"Nothing is. Are you sure –" Her hand crept down between them.

"Leave it, sweetheart. Tomorrow, I promise."

In the morning, Lucius woke to a slightly spinning room and a wife who was dead to the world. It was very early still, but he wouldn't be able to sleep more. The curse of his hangovers was that he never stayed passed out for as long as it felt like he should be able to. He managed to get up and steady his way to the bathroom, where he took a remedy that gave him enough strength to get down to breakfast. There he stared at the same newspaper article for half an hour as he slogged through a bowl of oatmeal that he knew was the key to success for the rest of the day.

He was summoned by the Dark Lord in the middle of getting Diana dressed; not urgent, although any summoning was urgent, but the tingle was gentle enough that he knew he had time to make his appearance. He rushed the baby into a play dress quicker than he usually would, and then took her to the bedroom to get himself dressed and let Felicity know she was in charge for the rest of the day. But Felicity was not showering or dressing as he had imagined she would be. She was in the armchair, arms crossed over her chest and curling in on herself.

"Don't bring her in," she said, obviously failing at projecting her voice, and he froze at the threshold.

"What's the matter, love?"

"Put her back in her crib and come back. I don't feel well."

The world was slowing down as he obeyed.

you'll have to follow me to ao3 to see how it plays out

#harry potter #lucius malfoy #my fics #lucius malfoy x oc #lucius malfoy smut

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ninou-violette · 1 year

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________ Devotion (11)

John Soap MacTavish x f!reader

Soap's POV :

It is still dark. The sun is just coming up, thin rays of light are coming through the curtains. It is heavy. But it is not a suffocating heaviness. It is pleasant. I still feel sleepy when I finally open my eyes. I haven't slept so well for a long time.

I am not in the dormitory. I'm in a room, not my own. As I stretch my arms out to shake myself out of my torpor, my hand bumps into something. Someone, in fact. And at the sight of her back, it all comes back to me, in a stormy flood of confused feelings. I'm a little surprised, as if stunned. I can't believe that it really happened. It really wasn't foreseeable. I was convinced that she was just a proud little bitch who came to play the commander. But she quickly showed me that I was wrong. She saved me. Twice. And from that moment on, I know that my view of her changed. The way she spoke to the team members, in which I used to hear a certain kind of arrogance, turned out to be melodious and caring. Her smile, which I used to find so annoying, has become warm and charming. In fact, all that annoyance, that irritation I felt towards her quickly turned into an attraction that I was unconsciously trying to suppress.

And repressing all this has only served to bring us to this point. In this bed. In her bed.

I think she's still sleeping. Right next to me, her bare back facing me. I could never have imagined seeing her like this. I could never have imagined her showing herself to me like that. That this attraction was mutual. It was crazy. She drove me crazy. Every detail of her body, every movement, every kiss. I can still feel her skin against mine. And right now she's beside me.

I can see her back. And only now I notice this scar. We spent the night together but I only see it now. A huge, pink scar that stretches across most of her back. I can't help but follow the path of this wound with my fingertip. A main line, the largest part of the scar, running parallel to the hollow of her spine, is veined with three other thinner scars. It almost looks as if it has been drawn with a knife. This image makes me shudder.

Where does this scar come from? Did someone do it to her? Or was it an accident?

I know nothing about her.

I can hear her growling as she turns slowly. She is waking up. She is facing me now. Buried in the sheet, she gently rubs her eyes. This image makes me smile. Only I can see her like this.

"Hey" I say softly.

"hey" she says in a whisper.

And now what? Suddenly I feel embarrassed, caught off guard. I'm not sure how to act... But she comes up to me and rests her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. There's nothing to say right now. That's fine.

I too put my arms around her body, my hand caressing her back. I rest my head on top of hers and from here I can smell her shampoo.

"Coconut?"

She lifts her head slowly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and a small smile on her lips.

"What? Really, you have a funny habit of throwing such random words at me!" she says, laughing.

"You're right, sorry!" I replied, laughing." I meant, your shampoo, it's coconut right?"

"Yes, coconut and almond," she replied, smiling at me. "Why, don't you like it?"

"Oh yes, I love it. You smell really good, you know. From the very first days I realised it. A real cake. To be eaten."

Her smile spreads across her face. She quickly buries her head on my chest before raising it.

"What a flirt."

Then she places her lips on mine. Again. I feel electrified, like yesterday. My arms tighten around her, bringing us a little closer. Then she pulls back slowly, still smiling, still glowing. Her beautiful laughing eyes warm me and hypnotize me.

"You know, I was sure you were interested in Alejandro. You're always so happy and smiling around him. So when you approached me yesterday… Well, I was pleasantly surprised, you know…

"Alejandro?!" she exclaimed.

"Oh Johnny! You have no idea! Alejandro and I are close because speaking Spanish with him reminded me a lot of my youth and... it made me happy. Reconnecting with my old self I mean. But you..." she stops talking, her gaze hanging on mine, dreamy.

Me?" I answered smiling, curious.

"You... I... For the first time in a long, long time I felt attracted to someone. To you, John. But that's okay. Since you didn't like me, it took me a long time to realize it!" She laughed.

"I had some bad ideas about you, it's true. I'm sorry. But to be honest, I quickly realized that I was attracted to you too. And here we are. "

"Yes, here we are. "

We were smiling like idiots. Our naked skins stuck together in our embrace. We were still under the comforter, the day was dawning and we were the only ones existing in our bubble. I would run my fingers through her hair and she would trace each of my scars with her finger. Our eyes and our hands discovered our bodies again, but this time in a pleasant calm. The silence was soft and made this new physical discovery romantic.

"You are so beautiful, John. A true god."

I felt myself blushing immediately. Being complimented like this was out of the ordinary for me.

"You're the goddess, [y/n]."

She smiled tenderly at me and we kissed. I like that. These moments that we had together. I love her smile. I love feeling her skin on mine. I love feeling her hands on my face, her lips on mine, my name in her mouth. I could stay glued to her lips for hours.

"Captain [y/ln]? Is everything all right? Breakfast is served downstairs."

Captain Price's voice and the knock on the door brought us out of our enchanted interlude. We gasped. She pulled herself out of bed with a small "shit!" before dressing in the first clothes that appeared under her field of vision. Despite the awkward situation we were in, I couldn't help but cast my eager gaze over her naked body as she hurriedly dressed in panic.

"I-I'm coming, Captain! Thank you, everything is fine!" she stammered.

"Ah very good! Tell me, did you by any chance see Captain MacTavish yesterday? He wasn't at the dormitory this morning."

Shit. It was my turn to panic. I got up and dressed quickly, trying to pick up the clothes I had haphazardly thrown away last night. Shit, my shirt was missing.

"Ah! Mactavish you say? Uh... I think he went out for a walk this morning. Not sure..."

She gave me a hesitant look, eyes wide, praying that her answer would ring true to our captain's ears.

"Well. No worries. I'll be in the dining hall."

And finally we heard footsteps walking away. [y/n] sighed loudly, obviously relaxed. Then we started to laugh. What a scare! She approached me, putting her arms around my neck, to which my arms responded by wrapping around her waist.

She kissed me tenderly. I liked that.

"[y/n]? I whispered between kisses.

"Hmm? She answered me, with her eyes closed, savoring this moment as I did.

"I think I lost my shirt…"

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