#it makes me feel a lot less shy and embarrassed about sharing them

[canisalbus]

i just wanted to let you know that Machete being queer means so much to me. I‘m following your art for many many years now and you and your characters have been a big inspiration baaack in my teens. I was struggling with the possibility of a queer identity alot back then and I remember looking for a trace of queerness in every character I adored. I‘ve always loved Machete and today, as I‘m seeing your art again regulary on my timeline, it brings me so much joy that you’re telling this bittersweet queer story through your characters. Thank you!

Thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a heartfelt message! You've made my day ;w;

#I'm sorry to hear you had such rough time back then I wish my art could've been more helpful to you #he's a very old character and as silly as it is I've been processing a lot of similar feelings through him since I was a teenager myself #but I got increasingly hesitant to open up about my ocs over the years so I kept most of their lore and context strictly private #it's taken a lot of climbing over mental roadblocks to get back to a point where it feels alright and acceptable to talk about them again #and be more transparent about their lives and inner workings and in this case queer identity #so hearing that they resonate so strongly with people means a lot to me #it makes me feel a lot less shy and embarrassed about sharing them #answered #anonymous

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Just found the pregnancy fic with Lucifer and I have to say I want to see a part 3 where Lucifer is the sub with a lactation kink

A/n: I hope this is good because I do not think I've written this before, also I apologize for not making him sub.

“Found you.” Lucifer panted as he made his way over to you. His arms wrapping around you from pulling you flush against his chest as he buried his face into your neck inhaling your intoxicating scent. "Why are you working?" He let out a small whine where his hand ran across your bump. "You shouldn't be working ya know."

You should be resting, you deserved your rest.Letting out a soft sigh Lucifer let his hands wander around you in a teasing yet loving touch, each caress of your curves made his desire for you more evident. He wanted you, he'd love nothing more than to claim you in the hallway, to press your body against the window to ravish you right then and there. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to hear your moans echo throughout the halls as he pounds into your tight heat.

Pouting for a moment he let his hand cup your stomach. “It’s not good for our baby, my beloved.”

Lucifer let his head rest on your shoulder as his hand continued to stroke the tiny bump of your belly. "Do I need to punish you?" He teased.

Tilting your head back, a little giggle escaped your lips you couldn't help but feel a rush of desire hit you.

"You sure you really want me? I mean my breasts have been leaking...a lot." You muttered feeling cheeks burn with embarrassment as you quickly adverted your gaze. " I mean it's not very sexy."

Scoffing, Lucifer let his teeth graze your neck. "You will always be sexy."

Lucifer's voice laced with amusement as he leant in to press a gentle kiss to your temple but that didn't satisfy him , he wanted to see you. Spinning you around he then cupped your cheeks gently. "My dearest, do you think something as natural as breastfeeding could ever make me want you any less?" His hand's moved to your hips pulling your face as he looked into your eyes."You are the embodiment of beauty to me, in every form and every stage of life. Your body is a testament to the love we share and the life we are creating together. I find it incredibly sexy, knowing that you are nurturing our child."

Grinning, he then pressed his lips against your ear his voice filled with desire. "And if you're concerned about the leaking, perhaps I can find a way to help you relieve the pressure." His hands slid down to cup your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Would you like me to show you just how much I desire you, regardless of what your body is doing?" He nipped at your earlobe, his voice husky. "I can make you forget all your worries, my love."

Letting out a small squeal, you looked up at him feeling desire rush through you, your breath hitched, as you then gave him a shy smile moving your hand to his chest.

"I'd like that...I mean I my breasts are feeling awfully sore and if you don't mind." Looking up at him, you pressed your body into his tugging at his tie.

A wicked grin quickly formed across his face feeling your body press into his.Desire for you surged through his veins and with any hesitation, he swept you up into his arms, carrying you effortlessly towards the bedroom. The anticipation in the air was thick, charged with raw desire. As you both entered the room, he gently placed you on the plush bed, his eyes never leaving your form.

He slowly removed his gloves, letting them fall to the floor, before he moved closer to you as hands roamed your body, tracing the curves of your breasts and hips, savoring the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingertips. With each touch, he could feel the heat building between you both, the intensity of your connection growing stronger.

Leaning down, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue eagerly seeking entrance to taste you. Your mouths moved together in a dance of desire, your tongues tangling and exploring. Pulling back, his breath was heavy and his eyes were dark with hunger.

"Undress for me, my love," he commanded, his voice laced with a mix of authority and longing. He wanted to see you naked, to feast my eyes on your stunning body. As you complied, shedding your clothes one by one, his anticipation grew. Each article of clothing fell to the floor, revealing your curves that he worshipped.

Once he stood before you, completely bare and vulnerable, he could no longer contain myself. He closed the distance between you both, pressing you against the edge of the bed. His hands roamed freely over your exposed flesh, teasing and caressing every inch. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

As he reached your breasts, he took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around it. He could taste the sweetness of you, mixed with the faint saltiness of your arousal. Lucifer could feel your body shudder in response, your breath hitching with pleasure.

His hands continued their exploration, sliding down your body until they reached the apex of your thighs. He gently pushed your legs apart, exposing your most intimate parts to his hungry gaze. His fingers traced the slick folds of your sex, feeling your wetness coating his digits.

With a growl of desire, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, relishing in the way your body clenched around him. He set a steady rhythm, his thumb rubbing circles against your sensitive clit, intensifying your pleasure. As your moans filled the room, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that he was the one bringing you such exquisite pleasure.

As he continued to suck at your breasts, his tongue lavishing attention on each sensitive mound. He sucked and nipped, drawing out your milky essence, savoring the taste that was uniquely yours.You tasted so good, he felt like something was wrong he couldn't help but grow harder tasting the milk.

But he wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted to feel your release against his cock. Withdrawing his fingers, he chuckled hearing a whimper of protest from you. With a primal growl, he positioned himself between your legs, his throbbing cock begging for release.Entering you with a single thrust, filling you completely.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure and desire. As he set the pace that was both relentless and tender, knowing exactly how to push you to the brink of pleasure.

Leaning in, Lucifer felt his wings emerge encasing you both, his horns growing, a deep growl escaping his lips feeling your hands grasp levering yourself as he whispered dirty words of adoration and ownership in your ear, driving you wild with desire.

His hands gripped your hips, his thrusts becoming more intense, driven by an insatiable hunger for you. Together, you both reached the pinnacle of pleasure, your bodies convulsing in blissful release.

Collapsing beside you, your breathing ragged, Lucifer then wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

"My love, you are the embodiment of pleasure, and I will never tire of exploring every inch of your exquisite body." Lucifer then placed a gentle kiss on your temple, his heart filled with love and satisfaction.

Looking up at him, your own eyes filled with love as you caressed his cheeks. "I love you too, more than anything Lucifer."

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𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞!

pairing: atsumu miya x chubby reader

word count: 1.1k words

a/n: this is a slightly longer version to something i wrote a couple days, an anon asked for shameless smut with atsumu and a chubby reader and i delivered them this (x) this is the longer version of that

content warnings: (not a lot really?? its pretty fluffy for smut) horny/needy atsumu, vaginal sex, body worship, atsumu making a joke about you looking hot while humiliated, he's kind of a meanie (a menace if you will, but a menace in love) / mdni

"tsumu we're going to be late! our reservations are at half seven, we're meeting all the others in less than an hour." you're meant to be celebrating a msby win with the team and their partners but instead you're laying in your shared bed with your fiancee with your dress bunched up.

"don't blame me. it's yer fault for looking so hot. you can't blame me when my wife looks so good."

"wife? not yet." you try and pull your dress back down but atsumu isn't having it and swats your hand away, not letting you.

"shut yer trap, ya know what i mean." while keeping your dress bunched up he runs his large hands over your thick thighs, enjoying your soft skin underneath his hands.

you giggle at his response but your laugh is cut off as he places a kiss over your clothed clit making you gasp. tsumu slightly pushes your underwear to the side and then blows air against your clit getting satisfaction from make you shudder. the tips of his fingers stroke you up and down, lightly, teasing you, a patch already soaking through from your arousal. " 's not my fault when you look so hot in that dress, clinging to all your curves like that. you're making me go crazy." he pulls down your underwear and throws them somewhere behind them not taking any notice to where, "we can be a little late." 

"a little?" you snort as you stare of in the direction of your discarded clothes. he smirks and kisses your hip, pulling down your dress at the top too so that your tits are on display and your dress is only covering the middle part of your body. atsumu pulls down your bra as well and gropes your breasts harshly before pinching your nipples causing you to whine.

he drags his digits along your already wet folds, his fingers becoming the same. he feels no shame as he sucks his fingers clean. you swallow as you watch his tongue circle his two fingers that are still in his mouth, he hums and there's a popping sound as he takes them out. "ya taste so good sweetheart."  

you turn your head away embarrassed from the act, "none of that now if you don't look at me i'll stop what i'm doing and i'm sure you want me to keep going at this point." he warns you and you reluctantly look back at him, still embarrassed. he smirks as he sees you try and shy your eyes away from his, "aw, you embarrassed love?" he chuckles. "there's no need. i wasn't lying or nothin' ya taste fucking amazing."  

"don't say that tsumu, it's humiliating," you whine, finally making eye contact with him again. 

"humiliation looks so good on you though," he smirks while pinching your nipple harder that he had been previously, making you yelp and him to burst out laughing because of the noise. you scowl at him but he just smirks again, unapologetically.

atsumu runs his large hands all over your body before stating suddenly, "this is stupid," and he starts pulling up your dress to take it off completely and moves up to face you so he can look at how pretty you are.

"i thought you said it looked hot?" you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him.

"you do! ya just look better with it off," he smirks and allows you to pull him down. kissing messily, all tongue and teeth, clashing , right in the moment, he just can't help himself when it comes down to you and you're not one to complain just as swept up around atsumu as he is with you. most of the time atsumu kisses you slowly and tenderly while cupping your cheek but you never complain when he looks at you more hungrily.

now that you're completely naked he squeezes and grabs your pudgy tummy and kneeds your love handles, groaning as his fingers sink into your soft malleable skin. 

his clothes come off just as rushed as yours did, hastily pulling down his jeans and boxers all at once, he quickly threw them behind him too, getting the same treatment as your clothes did, his dick already rock hard and weeping, begging to buried inside you.

atsumu lifted your thigh up, resting his palm at the bottom where he's slung your thigh over his shoulder and he's folding your body as he plunges his fat cock into you to the hilt as deep as possible hitting the spongy spot making you see stars, his coarse semi-groomed pubes stimulating you further. your wet heat envelops him and he groans, "jesus baby, i love ya s'much."  

he ruts into you hard and fast, causing your plush body to jiggle with each thrust and atsumu doesn't know where to look. you look like a goddess in his eyes and every inch of you is perfect he just can't decide; your tummy rolls that are squished together, your breasts that freely bounce without any bra, your cute face and chubby cheeks, your pretty pussy that keeps sucking him back in with every thrust, not wanting him to go leaving a creamy ring at the base of his cock with every thrust. he can't decide where to look- you're perfect.

his balls make a smacking sound with each trust when making contact with your ass and your thighs start to ache with how pressed up they are against your breasts and it's good thing atsumu is driving tonight because it's doubtful you'd be able to walk far after this, your whole lower body will likely be sore. you love every second of it though.  

you admire how handsome your fiancee is above you, hooded brown eyes that are gazing at you like he wants to bite into you and eat you up, lazy smirk that adorns his face, bleached dyed hair that's become messy after him jumping on you, a light sheen of sweat covers his forehead and his lips plump, looking slightly swollen, from how much you've been kissing. you reach a hand up and tug his hair, pulling him down so he's close enough for you to kiss again and you do kiss, tongues dancing together.

you intimately press a palm against his cheek and feel the heat radiating under your hand, atsumu's eyes flutters close a few times, smiling sweetly as he feels your warm touch. one hand is still holding onto your thigh occasionally squeezing the softness making him harder. his other hand is holding onto one of your hands, fingers intertwined. he repeats himself from earlier, mumbling against your forehead, "love you, love you s' much."

"love you too 'tsumu!" you moan and you're gripping onto his hand even tighter.

you turn up to dinner late, very late.

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[bakubunny]

filthy hc you say??? as a fellow bakulover i got plenty 🫶🫶

despite being such an obsessive clean freak, katsuki likes it messy.

↳ i’m talking absolutely filthy. cum, sweat, tears, drool. he wants it all.

↳ he sweats a lot,, and his body is just so hot,,, his heat almost oppressive when he has you pressed up against him- covering you in his sweat, whilst making you drip with your own from just how hot his body is against yours,,, and he loves it,,- loves seeing you drenched and soaked in a mixture of his sweat and your own

↳ he’s *obsessed* with making you squirt. he has to be the best at everything he does, he can’t do anything half assed. that includes making you cum. so of course he has to give you the most mind numbing, toe curling, back arching orgasms possible. he needs to be the best, so he can’t settle for just making you cum like any other extra, no, he needs to have you positively gushing for him.

↳ god- and don’t even get me started on the feral fucking smirk (ik you know the one—) he gets on his face whenever he makes you squirt.

↳ he loves seeing you make a mess of him. but the way he talks might make you think otherwise— he’s so mean,,, teasing you for making such a mess, as though it wasn’t him who made you do it- he’s so condescending about it too !! telling you how dirty and filthy you are,, how you made such a mess,,, telling you it looks like you wet the bed :((,, he’s just such a bully !!

↳ ugh! and don’t get me started on when you’re sucking his dick— he wants to see you drooling, tears n snot running down your face from you struggling to breathe :((,, your eyes crossed and hazy as you stare up at him— eyes wide but unseeing as you’re completely dumb on his dick and how he mercilessly fucks your throat. his face twisted in a wide, feral smirk that has him baring his teeth like some sort of animal— his tongue lolling out and licking at his lips as he stares down at how destroyed you look as he fucks your face.

↳ will shove your face into his balls and make you just fucking smell him,,— wants you sucking and drooling on his balls until they’re dripping with your spit.

speaking of how fucking filthy this mf is,, he loves to mark you like a fucking animal.

↳ you ever take a shower with him be prepared to get more than just what the shower-head gives you..- it’s not often, but god— the high it gives him to see you on your knees staring up at him as he just fucking pisses on you like a fucking dog marking his territory. it makes him feel so powerful— he feels like a god seeing you on your knees like that,,, and the fact that he’s able to do something so filthy and degrading to you?? to debase you like that??? it makes him so fucking hard

↳ it’s not exclusive to just him actually— though it’s less of a marking/territorial thing in those situations,,, he likes the feeling of control he gets. likes to see you make a mess (usually on his lap) because you just can’t help it,,, bc he’s playing with you too much or making you cum too hard :(( and the way you cry,, all embarrassed and shy :((( god, he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing <33

he hates sharing.

↳ he gets so jealous and possessive over the tiniest things,,— most times you won’t even know wtf he’s so worked up over !! but you’ll know it’s something by how he practically drags you away to the nearest isolated place the first chance he gets bc he needs to shove his dick inside you and fuck you so hard the only name you know is his.

↳ if it’s some place like a party or you’re at one of his friends’ houses for dinner or game night or something like that— he’s dragging you into the nearest bathroom and fucking you against the door so there’s no fucking question to anyone there who you belong to.

↳ he’d never admit he wants them all to hear— he tells himself it’s just to remind you and satiate those nagging thoughts in his head,,, but the way he does everything in his power to have you screaming his name and seems to be actively trying to make you as loud as possible says it all

↳ speaking of fucking you some place people might hear— he’d never fucking admit it but the thought of izuku hearing him fucking you turns him on so fucking much— (and this is from someone who doesn’t ship bakudeku and actually actively dislikes the ship as well as just doesn’t like deku in general-) he doesn’t know why,, maybe it’s that weird, almost obsessive, competitiveness with deku that he’s never seemed to be able to let go of even after everything- but something about the thought of izuku hearing you scream his name as you cum on his cock makes him rock fucking hard and makes that feeling he gets— that competitive almost compulsive hunger he gets in a fight or in any sort of competition, that overwhelming desire to conquer,, to win— well up in his chest

oh boy. boy howdy. it’s time for bunny to take a break. 😵‍💫

#bakugou smut #aged up characters #bakugou katsuki #ask games #x reader

[harlowcomehome]

You really love me, huh?

A/N: Thank you @jackharloww for the request. I wanted to write a little something that was in the “dating stages” of the relationship.

Jack had just finished a show, you and him were hurriedly rushed into the car as the weather continued to get worse and worse.

“We have to leave now” Neelam stressed, you both nodding as everyone else was rushed into numerous cars/vans. Neelam usually sat up front with the driver, for your privacy.

“Are you okay?” You turned to Jack who was warming his cold hands up with his breath.

“Baby, you’re cold?” You grabbed his hands and covered them with your own.

“You’re not?” He shivered and you shook your head. You turned on the heating system that the car had specifically for the people in the back seats.

“You did amazing tonight” you gushed and he momentarily shied away from you.

“You say that every time you watch me perform” he smiled.

“If it was a bad show, I’d definitely tell you” you smiled, watching as the rain started to come down even harder.

“I believe you” he nodded, and you noticed you were still covering his hands with yours, pulling away as you were slightly embarrassed.

The car finally started to move and the two of you sat back in your seats, Jack reaching out to hold your hand now.

“Hey, Nee? Neelam?” He said at full volume and when she didn’t reply he knew that she had her AirPods in. You often wondered if she only pretended not to hear.

“It means a lot that you’ve been trying to make it out here for as many shows as possible” Jack confessed. “I know it’s hard with work and everything.”

“It’s been challenging but you’re worth it” You leaned over and kissed him.

He was smiling ear to ear, several different thoughts swirling in his mind. “Do you ever think about the future?”

“The future? In what sense?” You asked, truthfully, you were hoping he meant with one another, but you didn’t want to jump the gun and embarrass yourself by answering this incorrectly.

“With me?” Jack swallowed, he always avoided eye contact when he was feeling shy about what he was asking.

“All the time” you nervously confessed, you only hoped that he couldn’t feel your hands trembling.

“Really?”

“Yes, is that weird?” You giggled, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Not at all, it’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

You were both quiet, the only sound was the pitter-patter of rain droplets hitting the window, making things a lot less intimidating at the moment.

“I love you y/n, in a way I’ve never loved anyone” he confessed.

“I love you too” you eagerly replied.

“I don’t want to be too much too fast” he confessed.

“You’re never too much for me” You were trying to be comforting but you should’ve known Jack would turn that into a joke.

“I mean, that’s not what you said last night” he winked and smirked at you.

“You can never be serious for too long, can you?” You laughed.

“It physically hurts me” he put his hand up to his chest and rubbed it like he was in pain.

You looked out the window and realized that you were finally outside of the hotel, Jack was going to take his hoodie off to cover the both of you while you ran inside but you stopped him.

“You’ll get sick” You looked at him with concern.

“I don’t think that’s a real thing babe, I don’t think the rain makes you sick.” He thought about it for a moment.

“Either way it’s a small walk inside, I don’t want you to be cold again.”

“You like…. really love me huh?” He teased as he opened the door to get out of the car.

The two of you quickly made your way inside and to your shared room.

Once inside, you both got ready for bed. The conversation you had earlier was replaying in your head, and you didn’t know it but he was feeling the same.

You both got into bed, he lifted his arm and you scooted inside. You rested your head on his chest, just listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“What I was saying earlier is…” he cleared his throat and you turned your head to face him.

“I don’t see my life without you in it” You could tell it was hard for him to say these things.

You sat up, leaning against the headboard and he mimicked you.

“You like…. really love me huh?” You giggled as you repeated the phrase he had said to you earlier.

“I do” he nervously laughed, “I can see myself marrying you someday.”

You froze, unsure if you had really heard it.

Jack looked over at you and smiled, kissing you as he placed his hand under your chin.

“Y/N Harlow? I love the sound of that” you spoke between kisses.

Jack had only been absolutely sure of two things in his life, his career and you.

#Jackharloww #Jack Harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagines #Jack Harlow Fluff

[ze0re]

❝ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 ! ❞ － 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐒. 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟒 𝐡𝐜

⇨⚠︎︎ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 !¡⚠︎︎⇦ praising, eating out, gentle!sanemi, dom!sanemi, shy!reader, black!reader

𝐀𝐍. welcome to day 8 week 4 my spooky ghosts 👻, I do apologize again for the delay for the third story of the one piece week and this week for demon slayer. I wanted to share with you all that I’ve been going through some things which is making me very less motivated to complete my kinktober list, If I can I’ll try to get through the other two stories but If not I’ll just work on the final story for halloween and the Choso request. I hope you guys understand and continue enjoying my stories even If there not like how I write them! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

－ 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢..𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝.

You were a virgin. You were innocent and everyone knew that. You were so innocent to the point Tengen explains you the concept of “Sex” It started off when you came to him one day asking what It was and what It meant, you swore It seemed like he was waiting for a day to explain It to you by the way he had this grin, you came to Tengen because you wanted to try something with Sanemi..you wanted to finally take a step forward with him. Which Is why you’re here! “So. You want Sanemi to satisfy you huh?” He questioned and you nodded your head, Tengen raised a brow with a cocky smirk, “Aww our little bean (Y/N) is growing up, how cute.” He teased making you roll your eyes crossing your arms. “Tengen..take this serious!” You slightly pouted as he raised his hands in defeat, “Ok ok! calm down woman.“ He chuckled, “You said you want Sanemi to pleasure you right?, what is it you want him to do.” Hmm..you hummed looking down with a bitten lip, “Well..I heard a lot of girls along villages talk about getting “Eaten out” or whatever it’s called!” Tengen raised a brow with humming to himself, “So you wanna get eaten out?” You clenched your fists against your pants nodding your head slowly mumbling a “Yes.” You always wanted to try and do that with him but you were so..scared to do so, you felt like you would mess up..even worse embarrass yourself!!.

You stuttered at the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of him like that, Tengen noticed the stuttered you did with your body, eyes softening. You were anxious. He put a hand ontop of yours making you snap your eyes up, “Talk to him about it, I’m sure he’ll understand. I mean the bastard is practically patient with you- and he’s never patient! He’ll help you.”

He’ll help you.

…

..

He’ll help you.

There you stood, with sweaty palms and a fast heart rate as you stared at the door leading to your guys shared room. You don’t know why you’re so nervous but you just are, what If you messed up? Even worse displeasure him?! All these thoughts were running through your head as you tried to shake them off but they kept coming, come on (Y/N)! just walk in and tell him…okay. okay…here goes nothing…you sucked in a breath as you pushed the door open with small creaks leaving after, you walked slowly in feeling your heart race faster as you pushed the door all the way open to reveal your boyfriend of 4 years..sitting on the bed with nothing but pants on. Shit. You gulped down the big lump in your throat seeing him without a shirt feeling yourself go hot, you always liked seeing him shirtless..It made you feel this strange feeling in your body, where your body runs hot and a weird sensation in your lower area.

Sanemi heard footsteps and a door close perking his eyes up to spot you standing there. It looked like you were stuck in a trance, Sanemi turned his attention away from his sword fully turning his attention to you, “You okay brat?.” Brat..another thing that made you feel this strange feeling! You wanted to know what It was you were feeling, but shaking away the thought you cleared your throat, “C-Can I tell you something?” You stuttered making Sanemi raised a brow, he hummed in response. Just spit it out…just..spit it out. You breathed in and out, “Iwannahavesexwithyou!” You said fast looking down in embarrassment, gosh (Y/N)! Sanemi felt as Of the day finally came, he grinned silently to himself spreading his legs open a little adjusting himself, once again he hummed. “Come here.” He said In a tone that made your ears perk. It was so raspy and deep..

Without hesitation you easily obeyed, walking towards where he was sitting, standing in front of him feeling nervous. He smirked at your nervous state, “Get on your knees.” Again you did as he said without putting up a fight being faced with his crotch with wide eyes, he saw you eyeing his clothed cock with a shit eating grin picking up his hand rest on your cheek making your heart skip a beat, you looked up at him with big doe eyes waiting for what else he had. Fuck. He knew you were innocent and shy but the way you’re looking at him made him hard, “So obedient..” He mumbled caressing his thumb across your bottom lip, this was making your body all tingling. “Now..you said you wanna have sex with me right?” In embarrassment you nodded your head looking away. You were so cute. He hummed once more, “What is it you wanna do?. You bit your lip clenching your fists together..”I want you to eat me out...” You mumbled, unlucky for you Sanemi heard your weak mumbling. He clicked his tongue continuing to caress along your lips, “You want me to eat you out baby?” He said In that same..tone that made your lower half have that sensation again, nodding your head with a small pout unknowingly moving your thighs. You heard that moving your thighs together would help in some way and It was! It felt so..good. You accidentally let a whine slip as you continued to move your legs, Sanemi looked down to see the desperation in your lower half, he snickered. “You turned on?.” Turned on..Is that what it means? You nodded your head clenching your hands harder against your pants, Sanemi noticed how needy and more desperate you were getting.

His cock was throbbing just waiting to be released but seeing his baby in desperate needs..he had to give you what you wished for. Without hesitation he stood up bringing you with him soon feeling him push you on top of the bed, you raised a brow ready to ask questions but was instantly shifted feeling his warm lips on yours, your eyes widened but soon closed kissing him back. For a virgin like yourself you sure were a good kisser..you let a moan slip past your lips as you felt his hands on your hip rubbing them up and down. After a few seconds of making out he pulled back kissing along your jawline towards your neck biting and licking against your skin, you jolted up but groaned feeling him pin you to the bed as he continued. The kisses against your neck slightly tickled you but quickly changed to pleasure, you bit your lips biting back your sounds as you let him continue to do whatever with you.

Soon l you felt his hands trail along your stomach towards your private part. This was the part you could never get passed. You were scared before, scared of the feeling or worse scared you might end up hurt! But now. You were ready to take that leap, Sanemi stopped his hand from going any further to look up at you with soft eyes, “You sure?.” He asked with a soft tone making you suck in a breath but slowly nodded your head, “Slow..go slow.” You responded as Sanemi smiled alittle nodding his head, pecking your neck one last time before using his hand to take off your pants. You shivered from the cold air hitting your exposed thighs clenching along the blanket, you closed your eyes patiently waiting for something to happen. You waited a few seconds before you jolted feeling a nice sensation on your women hood, your eyes snapped open with confusion but fluttered feeling it again. Oh my Gosh..you moaned feeling your heart speed up, It felt good.

Sanemi watched your expression change with a grin, continuing to move his finger rubbing you through your panties. “You like this?.” He asked pecking your thigh as you whimpered an answer, It felt so good you couldn’t put it into words. He chuckled at the lack of response, pulling your panties a side leaning his head down..you almost yelped feeling a warm wet thing come connect with you, your back arched a little feeling his tongue put into work, he licked a long your clit slightly sucking on it moaning from the little taste he got from you being wet. Without knowing your hand shot up to his head pushing it down against you to get more of this pleasure you were feeling, It felt so good..Sanemi smirked in your pussy as he continued to eat you out. He licked, and sucked for awhile soon shoving his tongue into you moving it in and out, your eyes were wide but fluttered closed clenching your nails into his hair. As Sanemi was eating you out you felt this strange feeling in your stomach, It felt like you were gonna pee..you didn’t wanna pee! You started to slightly panic trying to push his head away from you but he only kept it there continuing his movements, this was your first time cumming. He chuckled practically knowing what you’re thinking, you thought you were gonna pee. He kept licking and sucking against your clit, soon having a taste in his mouth, you were hitting your orgasm. Your back arched as your toes curled moaning out his name as you released this feeling, you whined loudly continuing to release. Sanemi smirked starting to lick you clean, licking along your slit and clit groaning from the taste.

When Sanemi was done he pulled back seeing you spotless clean and hearing heavy pants of breaths leave you. He looked up to see your half lidded eyes stare off into space trying to catch your breath, that felt..oddly good? “You did so good for your first time.” He chuckled putting a knee on the bed soon hovering over you, you turned your head to face him. “First time what?.” You questioned, you wanted to know what spilled out of you, you had a glimpse of it and it wasn’t pee..it looked white. Sanemi hummed leaning down to peck along your jaw once again, “First time getting eaten out and cumming.” Cumming..Is that what It was?, “Oh.” You said and he nodded his head, “This was only the first stage out of three.” There’s three more?!2?, you groaned softly shaking your head. “And I’m already tired from this one stage..” You scoffed hearing him snicker, “Its a common thing for first timers,” He shrugged, “But for now we’ll continue on to stage two when you’re ready.”

“My pretty little virgin.”

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[yesimwriting]

Hi! I'm so exited that you asked for request for tasm Peter Parker, the second I saw it all I could think of is him being like, assertive..does that make sense? I don't know he's just so sassy and lovely, and I believe whole heartedly that when it comes to people he cares about he can be very pushy with them.

So like I don't just like a scenario for you to build off of, like domestic assertiveness like making his s/o take breaks when they're over working themselves like gently but firmly "suggesting" they eat something or take a nap or go out side, get fresh air you know anything. This is just something for you to go off but I'd love anything you'd make. I hope you have a lovely day :)

a/n omg i hope i captured the vibe that you described bc it's just SO GOOD like so in character and cute,, he's just meant to be a bf

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It's so much like clockwork that you don't even need to look up from your notebook to undo the latch of your fire escape. Which is a good thing, because the day has somehow managed to crawl by at a snail's pace and still slip through your fingers too quickly.

All of your homework has piled up through no fault of your own. At first, only two classes decided to share a deadline, but then another teacher assigned you an essay and another added a test on the math chapter you've understood the least. At first you thought you'd be able to push through and finish off most of your work today, giving you a decent amount of time to try to decode your calc. But now it's been hours and your eyelids are feeling heavy and you've just started a pre-test worksheet that you had forgotten about.

The now familiar groan of the fire escape being pulled open barely registers. Despite how hard you're trying to keep all your focus on the study guide, a warmth you've gotten much too used to roots itself in your stomach.

"Always unlocked." Peter's already pulled himself into your bedroom, the shift from the outside world to your room a transition he could complete with his eyes shut. "As Spider-Man, I should tell you not to for safety reasons, but it does make it easier when I'm tired."

Your eyes tear away from the page long enough to look at him. Peter's mask is already pulled up his face.

"I don't--you're tired?" You blink hard, trying to focus. "Was it..." The whole Spider-Man thing being so open is still relatively new to you. Peter's never made it feel like a particularly sore or easily triggering issue, but you know how much trust he's giving you by being this casual about it. And you're prone to worrying, to pushing and doting and wanting to wrap Peter in bubblewrap. "...Eventful?"

Peter frowns, leaning forward on the window sill. "That gets a reaction?"

You retrace your words, wondering if you've said something wrong or overly sappy. You can't find any mistakes. "What?"

He relaxes at the genuine confusion in your voice. He gives himself a second to really look at you, at the notebook on your lap. "Are you still doing homework?"

"Uh..." It's almost like the papers surrounding you are embarrassing. "Yeah, a lot of stuff's coming up." You let out a breath that doesn't exactly work as a laugh. "And I wanted to finish it early so I'd have time to ask Gwen to go over some calc stuff with me."

Peter stands slowly He's not used to this, to feeling unsure in your room or around you in general. Maybe you're trying to be passive aggressive. Did he forget something? Or stand you up or do something to upset you? He can't remember anything negative about any of your interactions, but that could just be his side of things. Maybe he's been taking advantage of you knowing his secret. It's easy to become less attentive when he can just fall back on blaming everything on Spider-Man.

"I know about calc." It feels small, almost shy.

"I know." You swallow, hoping to hide any insecurity in your voice. Peter's the most important person in your life and on days like this you don't feel like you deserve to even run in the same circles. All of the stuff you're struggling with comes naturally to him and on top of that he's a freaking superhero. Complaining about not getting math and school stress has to sound stupid and unimportant to someone who literally fights crime. "But I was going to see her tomorrow morning anyway, and it's just some basic stuff I want to make sure I get before the test on Friday."

You don't want his help. He tries not to take your reaction personally. Gwen's your friend just as much as he is and there a lot of reasons you could be waiting. Maybe you're frustrated and over trying to understand it today. Or maybe the way Gwen summarizes things makes more sense to you.

Peter stands, consciously telling himself to let it go. It's been awhile since the two of you have just gotten to peacefully co-exist. Okay, only awhile by your usual standards considering that he had hung out for awhile after school before his usual patrol. But that was mostly studying, and he misses you more than he can justify.

He picks up a notebook and a few papers scattered next to you, shuffling them neatly before sitting next to you.

"Peter."

"What?"

The amount of innocence pushed into the word forces you to look up. "I'm--" He's closer than you thought he'd be, staring at you with a partial pout. "I'm trying to do homework."

His hand shifts, pinky touching the side of your hand. "Take a break." Your head snaps up. "You've been doing it for way too long."

Your chin comes up a fraction of an inch. "Because I need to."

"You're going to burn yourself out." You want to listen, to at least pretend to be considering his opinion, but your tired and his tone is so contradicting. A touch of actual annoyance is in there, but it's undercut by an exasperated softness. Equal parts stress and a concern that'd better fit a parent correcting a child for their own good. It's too genuine and oddly nice. You smile. "I'm serious."

You recover quickly, forcing yourself to frown, "I know, but I'm seriously okay." You wish there was a way to physically prove it. "I just..." You wipe your eyes with the back of your palm, "I have to do this sometimes." Something about the way your voice softens tells him that you're not talking about just homework. "It's not always natural."

Peter turns too quickly, his knee bumping into yours. "Hey." He doesn't know where he's going with this. Doesn't know how to talk to you about these kinds of things without melting and fully exposing himself.

"You are so smart and-and good at so many things." The praise hits you straight in the chest, making warmth rush to your face. "But taking care of yourself isn't one of them."

You roll your eyes, finally finding it in yourself to look at him. "Which one of us messed up their hip two weeks ago and wouldn't go to the doctor?"

Peter sighs, "It was not messed up."

"It so was." You crane your neck to better glare at him. "You could barely walk."

He presses his lips together, fighting down a smile. "It was not that bad."

"I had to help you get to my bathroom." You keep your tone light, partially teasing, but it still doesn't feel that casual. That was the first time you had seen him that injured. It had turned your stomach so much you couldn't even overthink about how close the two of you were physically as you helped him.

That was almost your breaking point. You wanted to get him to a hospital. The two of you could have come up with some kind of story to justify the injuries that wouldn't have outed him as Spider-Man. But Peter practically begged you to let it go, to just patch him up like usual and let him crash in your room for the night. You wanted to push, but he had been so insistent and nice as he tried to comfort you. You caved. You always cave.

"I was--a little sore." The admission is reluctant. You tilt your head, eyebrows raising as if to say that you've made your point. "Not the same." He says it like that should take away from your feeling of victory, but it really doesn't. "I'm serious, you can't work yourself sick."

You let out a small sigh. If it was coming from anyone else, you'd be annoyed enough to tell them off. But this isn't anyone, it's Peter who's trying to mother hen you to death for no other reason than worry.

You reach for his arm, fingers gently squeezing just above his wrist. "I'm not sick." He turns his hand over. "It just--it's not always natural to me...and I have to make up the difference."

"Don't do that." Your pointer finger drags down the face of his palm. "You're too smart not to see it." Peter 's hand shifts into a fist, trapping your pointer finger. "And you're too smart to burn yourself out."

There's no way for you to get any response out, so you just stare at where your fingers tangle together. "I'm okay, I just need to keep my calc grade up."

He's close enough now that when he lets out a tired breath you can feel it against the side of your head. You can't remember moving closer. "And if you fall asleep in class or can't focus because you're exhausted."

"That doesn't--" You don't know what to say. That that doesn't count, that that kind of thing doesn't happen to you. You know that Peter's just trying to help, but you're not in the mood for reason and understanding. You just want to feel like you have it together the way everyone else seems to. "You get less sleep than me."

You push yourself further onto your bed, creating some needed space. The closer you are to Peter, the easier it is for you to melt. One inch too far and before you know it you're holding hands or his head is on your shoulder and your fingers are gently combing through his hair.

A part of it feels petulant and a little silly. He's your best friend, you don't know why you're starting a competition over whose worse at self care.

"Yeah," he admits easily, leaning back so that he can better look at you, "That's how I know it's hard." Peter shifts again, the movement has your notebook almost falling forward. "And I don't--" He sighs, eyes dropping down to the mess of papers between you. "I don't want that for you." The words are mumbled quietly, his attention focusing on organizing your notebooks and paper.

It's enough to get you to visibly soften. He's just looking out for you the way you want to look out for him. "I know, it's just--" You watch Peter tap his pile of your notes against his leg, straightening them out. "It all has to get done and I--I see everyone just getting it and doing all these other things and I'm barely holding on to the bare minimum."

Peter stops. "What?" He immediately sets down your notes in favor of reaching for your hand. "You can't--" He squeezes your fingers, more for his own sake than more. "Getting the grades you do isn't the bare minimum and you're--" Peter stops himself from gushing over how smart he thinks you are. "Is that why you don't want me to help you with calc?"

Spider-Man has made his life harder in a lot of ways, but he never thought it'd hurt his relationship with you. It's been a conscious choice. You're a priority.

Maybe he's been talking about it too much...coming off like he thinks he's that in important when in reality he just wants to impress you. Is that it? Have his attempts to seem cool and brave and like a guy worth your attention come off as ego?

"Is..." He isn't sure where to start. "Is this because of..." Peter can't bring himself to say it, so all he does is lift the hand still holding onto the mask.

"No," you blurt out a little too quickly, "I-I mean I don't think so, at least not fully." You sigh, embarrassed that this even needs to be a conversation. "It's that you're balancing that and your grades perfectly and Gwen's got her internship and one week of extra assignments is all it takes to throw me off. And it feels like I always need help with this stuff." You briefly squeeze your eyes shut, unsure how you even admitted that. "And now I'm officially terrible friend. I suck."

Peter pulls your intertwined hands forward, settling your fist on his knee. "No, you're not." You give him a look that says you don't buy a word of it. "You do so much, even if you don't see it." He drags his thumb across your knuckles. "You help me a lot."

You don't feel like you do. Peter's the one going out and taking the hits every night. The most you do is research certain local crimes and patch him up the best you can. That's nothing compared to everything he does for everyone. It's not a competition, but you definitely don't feel okay adding to his work load. "Peter--"

"I'm serious, do you think I could do everything I do without knowing that you're here?" Peter's expression blanks. Too much. Way too much. "And that--that you're ready to help clean me up and-and research all that--" He cuts himself off again. There is no good way to comfort you without accidentally admitting how much he cares. "Crime stuff."

Despite yourself, you smile, "Crime stuff?"

Instead of taking the bait and falling for your slight teasing, he holds onto his point. "You get what I mean." He lets go of his mask in order to squeeze your hand between both of his. "You're important and so smart, even if you're not always smart enough to see it."

Heat rushes to your face. "Okay." A reluctant retreat. Peter secretly indulges in his victory. "Help me with calc?"

"Okay," Peter agrees easily, "Tomorrow, though, because you need sleep."

You roll your eyes, "You are such a mom sometimes."

"You're the one that wants to get Spider-Man a jacket."

You let out a mock gasp. That suggestion had been a joke. Kind of. "First off, I was kidding." Eh. "And second, it gets cold in the winter and your suit's so thin."

Peter grins before taking his hands back. You frown a little at the loss of contact, but try to recover quickly. "Can I stay over?" He wraps his arms around himself, exaggerating the chill in the air by moving his hands up and down his arms. "Because it's so...cold?"

You fight down a laugh, reaching over for a pillow to hit him in the shoulder. Honestly, Peter's found some lame excuses to sleep over, but recently it's like he's not even trying. Which is perfectly okay with you--if he's tired, he's tired. And also, it's always kind of nice when Peter stays over. Nicer than it should be. "I should lock you out and let you freeze."

"Mhm," he hums, pushing himself to his feet, "Do I have any--"

You pick up your homework so that by the time he gets back from changing, Peter will have space to lay down. "Top drawer, I threw your sweatpants and some of your shirts in the laundry the other day, so they're good to go."

Peter lets himself smile once his back is into you. He can't remember ever giving the whole domestic thing much thought before he started crashing here kind of regularly. Your parents are rarely an issue, both of them have long commutes to work which means they're usually asleep by the time Peter can swing in and they leave for work in such a rush that if they do check on you before leaving, Peter only has to worry about hiding for a second, and his extra sense always warns him in time. They're a lot less likely to catch him bruised and injured than his aunt.

"You're perfect." The honestly of his words leaves his face hot. It's a good thing he's still not facing you.

You're still too busy organizing your school stuff for tomorrow morning to notice the way that sentimentality swells in his throat. "Mhm."

"I mean it," he pulls open the drawer, taking out what he needs to sleep, "You need to give yourself more credit or I'm going to do it for you."

Warmth begins to crawl up your chest. Why is your best friend the kindest, most understanding, overwhelmingly pretty person you've ever met? "That's the worst threat I've ever heard."

Peter shuts the drawer and turns towards your bedroom door. Your bathroom is just down a short hall, and as long as he's quiet, he won't get caught. "That's because it's not a threat."

You move to sit at the edge of your bed, "Oh, are you--" Asking if he needs any kind of patching up still feels awkward. You're not sure why...there's nothing even remotely feely about it even though it's overly touchy, even by your standards. "Did you get hurt at all, or--?"

"Oh," he shakes his head once, "No, I'm--" Peter knew you'd ask, you always do because he doesn't always love showing you the more tolerable bruises and cuts until you give him those soft, worried eyes. But he's actually fine tonight, which means that he didn't really have an excuse to stop by and sleepover. "I'm good tonight, just a little tired."

You nod, expression so casual Peter can't read much from it. Maybe you're so used to him crashing by now that you don't even need to think through the reasons. "Good. I like when you're safe."

Fondness tugs at Peter's chest. "I'm always safe."

You roll your eyes as he slips out the door. A few minutes later, Peter comes back. You're already laying in bed, beneath the covers, face only illuminated by your small, bedside lamp and cell phone screen.

"I know I said you need sleep..." You push yourself to sit up a little straighter. "But if you wanted to watch something for a little bit..."

He trails off, trying to push against the slight guilt of selfishness. Most nights when he stays over, Peter tries to time his arrival to give you two enough time to watch something on TV. The two of you usually fall asleep too quickly to care what's on, but it does make it easier to get close to you. If you guys watch TV first, he can find a window to hold your hand or pull an arm around your shoulder.

But you really do need sleep tonight.

"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds nice." You push yourself a little more to your side of the bed. "Just for a little." Both of you know that the TV will be on until whoever falls asleep first has drifted off. The one that's still awake will have to search the bed for a remote.

"Cool," Peter agrees, walking around your bed to turn the bedside lamp off, "Wanna watch the show from last time?"

You nod lazily before finding the remote. Peter gets into bed as you adjust the volume before opening the right streaming service. With a few clicks, your show is on. As the intro roles onto the screen, you drop your head onto Peter's shoulder.

"Hey," he whispers, knowing you're half asleep, "You can't let yourself get stressed out like that and not--" He trusts you so much, and he wants you to be able to feel the same way for him. "Not tell me about it, okay?" He finds your arm in the dark, fingers instinctually drawing patterns against the inside of your wrist. "Please?"

You try to sit up a little straighter, but all you actually do is just read your head more fully on him. "Okay." It's a fair request considering the way you bully him into admitting to every new cut and bruise, no matter how small. "I promise." He trails his nails down your arm, "I'd pinky promise, but I'm too tired."

Peter lets out a partial breath, amusement trying to disguise itself as annoyance. He moves his hand, taking his time to find your pinky. He bends his around yours. "Do you only keep me around to do things for you?"

Even though the joke is the complete opposite of everything he's just said, you still smile as you let out a mock gasp. "No, I keep you around 'cause you're pretty."

The teasing comment is worse than the kind of response you'd throw at him if you were more awake. He's suddenly glad he turned off your bedside lamp before laying down. "I'm pretty?"

A second passes and no response. Not even a hum of acknowledgement. Carefully, Peter leans forward and sees that your eyes are shut and your breathing has evened out.

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[ptn-imagines]

Consider this f!chief who has voice kink x eleven or adela. If I was left alone with either of them one of us would come out pregnant and it would be me.

This request stunlocked me, but also same. Those two are strong contenders for my favorite voices in the game; Eleven's actually my homescreen right now. Anyway, you said Eleven or Adela, but... I did both! As a little treat.

NSFW content below the cut.

F!Chief with a voice kink

Eleven

The Chief isn’t the only one. How many of Eleven’s fans have a voice kink? Trying to count would be like trying to count all the grains of sand on a beach.

Of course, the Chief is the only important one, and the only one who can experience the godlike blessing in person.

Eleven actually figured out the Chief had a thing for her voice pretty quickly… She’s gotten enough weird fan mail about that sort of thing in the past to recognize the signs, although she’s significantly less creeped out by it from the Chief than a random stranger she’s never met before.

That doesn’t mean she isn’t embarrassed, though – whenever the topic might come up, Eleven’s cheeks burn bright red and she falls dead quiet. She knows that her voice is soothing to a lot of people, but this is another thing entirely…

When the Chief finally does manage to talk to her about it, she’s accepting and willing to try it out properly nevertheless. She’s a bit shy about it at first, but upon seeing how Chief reacts to her efforts, she does begin to gain some confidence really quickly. It doesn’t hurt that Chief, despite having a voice kink herself, doesn’t let people be weird about her voice on her now MBCC-supported radio show.

In addition to the more open enactment of the kink in the bedroom, Eleven also tends to be more vocal in her day-to-day life around the Bureau. While she’s not any less introverted than before, she is a lot more lively in the conversations she chooses to join, and she can often be caught singing and humming to herself. Overall, in addition to making the Chief herself feel good, Chief’s voice kink has also helped Eleven to gain a lot of confidence in herself.

Adela

Adela is another person it’s easy to develop a voice kink for, but given that she’s a humble hairdresser compared to a somewhat renowned radio hostess, she has much less people thirsting after her for her voice. That’s not to say her voice doesn’t have its fair share of admirers in the Bureau, though…

Unlike Eleven, Adela is utterly clueless to the fact that some people have a voice kink for her. A combination of her aforementioned anonymity and also her shears-happy habits means that she’s never heard of it before, and is in fact quite innocent all around.

That’s not to say she can’t notice, eventually, the way that Chief seems to get flushed and averts her gaze when Adela talks in a very certain way. She can’t quite put all the puzzle pieces together like Eleven can, but she can tell something’s up. Her mind just tends to more mundane rationale first, like illness or anxiety.

Adela does her best to help with the perceived cause of distress. Or what she thinks is distress. Chief won’t let her cut her hair with her Mania shears so she keeps to her tried-and-true but nevertheless ordinary methods: her special tea, time spent quietly chatting together after-hours, a personal massage and hair wash. Of course, Adela tends to use that voice unknowingly during these private, intimate moments, so it actually makes the “problem” worse rather than helping it.

Eventually, Chief has no choice but to fess up to Adela before she digs them both into too deep of a trench to climb out of. To say Adela is a little shocked is an understatement… “You really like my voice that much, Chief?”

It’s a little strange for Adela at first, because she’s never considered kink as something she would engage in. But, well, she wasn’t really doing anything differently, was she? Chief is also a lot happier now that she doesn’t have to hide it, which makes Adela very happy. She’s glad to have finally gotten that stress off her dearest’s shoulders one way or another. And, well, now that she knows, she’s a lot more careful about what tone she uses in situations where arousal is not really appropriate! Chief appreciates it a lot, and enjoys her voice even more now, knowing that it’s done intentionally now.

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

For several years now I’ve been wanting to buy a knotted dildo (why do they never have smaller ones) but my dad often helps me with finances because I’m really bad at math and I would be super embarrassed if he found out. I doubt he would be mad at finding out I’m a monsterfucker, but it WOULD be super awkward, especially since a lot of knotted ones are labeled “dog” I don’t want my family to have an even worse impression before I can explain! Maybe it would be easier if I could drive and try to find in-person shops and pay in cash, but I have a health problem that makes me driving illegal sometimes, so that’s not a practical option. I know you aren’t supposed to use things that weren’t designed to go inside of your body, but I’ve been using an old detachable razor handle for years because of this. I don’t know what to do! I don’t think my dad pays much attention to what I buy but if something is flagged as unusual by the bank, they will sometimes call him about it. I’m not sure what I should do. I haven’t even bought a regular sex toy because I’m self conscious about this, let alone one like that!

I’m the “my dad helps me balance my checkbook and I’m terrible at math but I want a dildo” anon, and you don’t have to post this part if it’s too uncomfortable. That’s why i didn’t include it in my first ask. But the only time I had a friend offer to help me buy one that friend later died before it could happen so… I don’t really have anyone around to ask for assistance in… this. I know these aren’t your usual confessions, but i don’t really know where else to confess to this. The only other friend I think might possibly have helped me, moved a state away and i don’t want to bother her about it. I joke about being a freak sometimes but I really doubt my older family who might have heard me say that actually expects me to consider “freaky” something beyond oral. I’m not… I’m shy and wasn’t raised by people who were into much extreme stuff (my parents didn’t even swear around us until we were all over 16, and even now they don’t do it much! There are slurs I didn’t even know existed until senior high and my parents never used them! For obvious reasons. Which is good, but gives an idea of what I mean when I say not extreme. Even my grandparents are/were like this) so I’ve been told that it’s surprising when i tell a friend about these things for the first time. Coming out as demisexual wasn’t nearly as stressful to be honest, that might be weird but admitting my (admittedly not super exciting among this community) kinks feels shameful and humiliating for some reason. Telling a close friend is different I guess. My parents aren’t conservative people, not politically or in many other ways, but they definitely don’t know much about kinks. I can say that with confidence, I’ve read the romance novels my mom had lying around and I’ve seen them react genuinely shocked when something a little crazy happens in a show we’re watching. I just think I might have super vanilla family (in the 25 years I lived with them the most spicy things I encountered were those romance novels and what might have been lube) and I’m sure they would react, if not badly, just awkwardly. It would be super uncomfortable. They are the kinds of people to hear about that, look slightly horrified, say “okay” and just avoid talking about it after that, but every time a conversation gets too close to that everyone is awkward and avoids it. It’s like when someone is trying to talk about politics and everyone has to kind of bite their tongue or a shouting match will start while we’re trying to watch the mandalorian, just less aggressive, so not exactly the same, just similarly uncomfortable. This one also got longer than I meant it to. I don’t expect that my parents would disown me or anything, but it would change some things (although because my mom and I accidentally shared a kindle account when I was in highschool I’m pretty sure she knows I’m into monster romance novels) sex isn’t really a taboo topic, but it’s also not a comfortable one

#monsterfucker confessions

[breannasfluff]

I love your Wing AU so muchhh!!! Thanks for sharing your writing and art. Any chance you have any wind or warriors wing headcanons?

Oh boy, my two hardest boys in wing world XD Let's see.

Warriors - So I mentioned that Warriors has a wonderful singing voice, but he's shy about singing in front of others! Sometimes the boys will catch him singing if he's bathing alone and more than one of them has hidden behind a tree to listen. He's got no reason to be embarrassed about it, but he is.

Ferruginous hawks can dive at speeds of 150 miles per hour! Normal flight speed is 20 and 40 miles per hour. Which is insane, to me. I'll have to look up how fast the other raptor birds fly for a comparison, so take this interesting fact until then.

Warriors prefers wide open spaces, so the amount of travel in forests they do is a constant source of annoyance. He would normally avoid forests; they make him jumpy and cranky. It's a really hard place to fly and take off in.

While he works well with others when leading, he does have a bit of a temper, especially when the others are goofing off and not paying attention.

Wind - Tropicbirds can fly backward! Normally this is important when attracting a mate, but since Wind is a juvenile he just likes to show off his skill. His wings are built for flying and, like Sky, he doesn’t like being forced to walk. He complains a lot less, though.

Wind prefers warm, tropical water, which is what he grew up with! He also loves exploring islands in the ocean. He was well-suited for his adventure. Wind is an excellent fisher and will dive straight into the water. I think he’d probably be good at spear fishing like this. Wind can dive around 15 feet to pick up crabs!

This freaks Time out, because he worries about the depth. As a raptor, he just isn’t built for it. Wind has also caught a fish with his bare hands when it jumped out of the water. It’s unclear who was more surprised; Wind or the fish. He promptly dropped it 😅

So glad you like these boys! Feel free to drop more questions and I’ll do my best to answer! If there’s a delay, it’s because I’m researching bird facts, haha.

#lu wing bois #asks #lu wind #lu warriors #headcanon #lu wing au #linked universe

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hello Steph!

Ace Awareness week is already over, but I'd be really happy if I could ask you something about being a-spec. I'm honestly not sure who to ask irl and I feel like I've learned a lot on your blog, that's why I'm sharing this with you. I really hope this isn't too long or personal. If it is, please ignore it and thank you for reading <3.

So, I recently found out for myself that I'm pan(-sex.&-rom.) and platoniromantic (whee, there's a word for it! and I'm not automatically a creep! whoop!) For me it means, I basically have crushes on all of my friends at all times, (but Lgbt wiki says it falls under the aromantic-umbrella) which can get a bit awkward.

Growing up as a girl with my female friends, I've been confused by how physically affectionate they were (Hugs, and hand holding; Platonically sharing the bed etc.) bc I don't think any of them were sapphic. It was just cute and sweet for them, but they didn't want more. As a consequence I've been careful not to act on those feelings and not make my friends uncomfortable or abuse their trust(hence why I thought I'm creepy); the times I hinted at taking it further, they never seemed to be interested (I mean, what are the chances they're even sapphic?) It's kind of been the same with my bi/straight male friends. My dating pool is basically my small rl friend group (currently 2 lovely women), but I guess that way it's less likely they're also like me romantically back?

Over the years, it's just caused me a bit of heartbreak, because I have cared deeply about my friends and crave a closer romantic connection to someone. And, I mean, I do think it's kinda sweet that when my lizard-brain sees something friend-shaped, it wants to put a ring on it, but I don't really know how to proceed from here.

I'm honestly embarrassed that I'm already in my mid-twenties and have so little experience (no romantic/sexual relationships, not even proper kissing) (partly bc the pandemic struck 1 year after I got out of school). Do you maybe have some advice on how to meet people that 'match'? I'm quite shy and people usually call me uptight, so I haven't really been to any queer spaces in rl bc I'm a bit intimidated. Like, I don't seem particularly queer and I'm not great at talking about these things (I'm not even out to my family yet). Heck, for the longest time I thought I'm straight and just doing friendships wrong.

I'd appreciate a morsel of your wisdom, but it's also been really nice to just be able to share this with someone. It's made me feel less weird. Thank you.

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

Never ever hesitate to ask a question here... sometimes I answer them, sometimes I don't, but I try my best! <3 Especially asks about asexuality, because I like sharing the stuff I learned on my journey, AND I also enjoy researching to learn more as I reply to these asks!

So, OOOF, romance is definitely not something I know a lot about. And PLEASE don't be embarrassed at all. It's society that engrains this horrid notion that if you're in your 20s and you still haven't met someone / had sex, you're all dried up and no good (hence all the terrible ageism in fandom spaces). Nonny, I'm in my 40s and I've never had a serious relationship – sexual nor romantic – in my entire life. I crave wanting to be in love, but sadly it's not something that's probably ever in my future. And that said, I am LITERALLY the worst person to ask advice on how to "meet people" – I'm neurotic and introverted with horrid social anxiety, so meeting new people for me is a months-long prep period for me. And because I'm ace, I feel like sites like tinder and bumble aren't going to welcome me, so I've just... never tried.

Pfff so I suppose probably looking into community groups in your area, or joining social program (both things I haven't done because – you know – anxious). A-spec relationships are tough, it seems, because some of us such as myself just want to meet someone I can cuddle and love and spend all my time with for the rest of my life, while others might want the sex but not the romance... it's tough. Honestly there's no right answer I can offer you, mainly because I'm very inexperienced myself.

For me, I take joy in loving the people in my life in the various roles they play in it: my coworkers, my sister, my besties, and my family all have different attachments to me. I care about them all, and it's fulfilling in its own way. And I DO want a partner, if one will ever have me, but it's not a necessity to make life fulfilling for me.

I also haven't really been to queer spaces IRL either other than Pride and the cons I've visited, but yeah I feel like I'm going to be intruding because I'm not outgoing myself. I really wish I had the right answer for you, Lovely. I'd like to know myself. I feel like, sometimes, that I just got in too late.

ANYWAY, sorry if this isn't a good reply nor make you feel better, but I'm happy you felt comfy enough to share your story with me. Asks like this one make ME feel less alone too, Nonny. *HUGS**

If anyone has any advice, please feel free to add onto this post <3

#steph replies #aspec #chatting with nonnies #i am not a professional #my advice #life advice #sexuality #about me #my thoughts #sorry i suck nonny

[potbellied-pup]

“…wait, you like me being fat? You want me to get even bigger??…well then! I suppose you wouldn’t mind bringing me some more donuts, then?~”

A potbellied pupper who’s eager to please her mayor.

MAIN NOTES

-fat/weight gain RP

-not opposed to NSFW/sex RP

-minors DNI

-fairly literate, somewhat picky

-no art is mine unless stated otherwise

MUSE INFO

Isabelle has always had a bad habit of stress-eating and idle snacking, but when she took on the job of being the village’s secretary, a rather sedentary position, her waistline practically exploded. She suddenly found herself with a huge, bouncy potbelly, a plump pair of boobs, a double-wide dump truck that got stuck in doorways from time to time, a pair of chubby cheeks that made her look extra adorable, and upper arms big enough that you’d need both your hands to wrap around them.

Isabelle is usually rather shy about her weight, being a tad embarrassed of her corpulent figure that her outfits could never even dream of covering, but when she’s in the presence of her precious mayor, she suddenly gains an air of confidence and flirtatiousness, proudly showing off her blubbery assets. She’ll very often ask her coworkers if they’ve got any snacks to share…even though she always has a massive snack stash in her office. If you walk in on Isabelle while she’s working, she’ll always be idly snacking on something, if she isn’t full-on gorging herself on the job.

When it comes to intimacy, Isabelle typically only has the hots for her mayor, but she’s open to fooling around with anyone who gives her enough snacks. Turns out, the way to a woman’s heart is food. If Isabelle is feeling particularly brave, she and her partner might get up to some indecent activities in the office when no one is looking~

KINKS

Main kinks: fat, weight gain, stuffing, burping, force feeding, messy eating, laziness, body worship, sweating, musk, immobility/mobility struggles, blob, fat speak, vore, farting, unkemptness, musk/body odor

Maybes: vomit, minor health issues, darker themes

No-nos: piss/scat, popping, underage, death

PLEASE NOTE

I am somewhat selective with who I RP with. I value at least a bit of literacy, and also not constantly spamming me with requests to RP. Spamming me makes me less likely to want to RP with you. I’m also busy a lot of the time. I’m a college student with ADHD. Be patient if I don’t respond immediately. Thank you.

#female feedee #fat belly #fat #isabelle #fat rp #furry

[batwritings]

Hiya!!

I was wondering if you could write about dream team x bunny hybrid reader. Where she’s very shy around strangers and never leaves their side in public. Just a bunch of fluff on how the dream team treats you when Punz, Quackity, Karl, Foolish and Tina come to visit

Sure thing! I will probably not mention Tina in this however due to me not knowing her boundaries, (yes, I know it's not about Tina, but I just want to stay cautious). Enjoy!~

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When your boys told you about their friends visiting, immediately your ears drooped down. This was truly going to be a test for you. All three of your boys knew how shy you were and these people were more or less strangers. You sighed heavily; it was going to be a long week.

You were counting down the days anxiously, waiting for that heavy knocking and loud laughter. It wasn't at all like you weren't looking forward to meeting your partner's friends! Quite the opposite; you were looking forward to meeting the people who made your dream team so happy. But wow...people were...a struggle for you.

The sound of the door made you jump in your spot on the couch, ears folding down slightly. And before you knew it, a roar of cheers and greetings burst from the entryway. Oh boy, here we go...

"Y/N! Y/N! C'mere!" George urged, motioning for you from the doorway. You bit your lip, cheeks slightly flushing as you got up. You had on one of Dream's huge hoodies, the bright green fabric practically swallowing you.

You were fiddling with one of the sleeves as you approached, jumping again as Sapnap slung his arm around you. "This is Y/N, our girlfriend," Dream explained, gesturing to you. You could feel your cheeks get even more red. Gods you wanted to hide away, anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

"H-hi," you mumbled, trying so hard to make eye contact with any one of your boyfriend's friends. Punz, Quackity, and Karl were all very patient, letting you come to them for a handshake or hug. But once you got to Foolish did things change.

The introduction was fine, normal even. Your chest started to lighten; maybe these interactions wouldn't be so bad. "Man, Dream, Sapnap, and George really landed a cutie."

Immediately your face flushed darker again at the compliment. You knew he was just being friendly, but wow was that overwhelming in and of itself. Before you could even think, your body moved, nearly on it's own. You hid behind Sapnap, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Your floppy ears covered your eyes and your short fluffy tail flicked nervously.

Your Texan boyfriend chuckled softly, fondly even as he understood. "C'mon Foolish," Dream chided gently. "She's really shy. Bunny? Why don't you go wait upstairs so we can get every settled?"

You didn't need to be told twice, bounding up the stairs on practically all fours. You bolted for the room you shared with all three men, diving under your favorite blanket. You waited there, face flushed and nervous for your boys to join you.

It felt like ages before the door cracked open beside you. "Bunny?" Dream called softly, on the off chance you had fallen asleep. You pulled the covers off your big ears, tears faintly in your eyes. All three of the boys filed, gently closing the door behind them. "You doing okay? I know that was a lot of socializing."

George sat closest to you, leaning on you with a sad pout. "I'm sorry if I was too much energy," he mumbled, genuinely feeling bad despite not looking it. "I was just excited."

"I-I know," you told him, bonking your head against his gently. "I'm sorry I'm so shy...I want them to like me."

"They do like you princess," Sapnap reassured, kneeling beside the bed. "They really want to get to know you. And Foolish did apologize for startling you."

You smiled softly at the Texan man. "It's okay," you giggle quietly. "I know he meant well. "

Dream smiled, and offered his hand to you. "We're gonna watch a movie if you wanna come down," he advised, clearly wanting you to join.

You smiled and nodded as you took his hand.

#bat writes #anon reqs #poly!dream team fluff #dreamwastaken fluff #sapnap fluff #georgenotfound fluff #mcyt fluff #dsmp fluff

[pdrrook]

I’m so excited for the new game! It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to ask all the questions and spoilers about them. Just two very different questions if you don’t mind. What does the new game mean for Perfumare (like are you planning to alternate releases or just see where the writing takes you?) and (only if you’re taking asks) for all the new ROs, how do they generally show romantic interest?

And I am excited that you are excited! :D Can't wait to share the next chap and hopefully answer some, if not all, of the questions you might have!

"What does the new game mean for Perfumare" Nothing much tbh, I am still mainly working on PFM, and switching between the two when I hit a block.

"and (only if you’re taking asks) for all the new ROs, how do they generally show romantic interest?"

Ofc I take asks! Here we go:

Mirren is very much ‘behind the scenes’ romance, in a way that it’s obvious they are in love to all BUT the person who they are in love with. Doing MC’s work without mentioning it, dealing with MC’s issues and making their life easier? Check. They are also very blunt and to the point when the situation permits, they are not embarrassed by anything either., so they see no point in pretending they like MC less than they do.

Rez, similarly to Mirren, very blunt, as in ‘shout it from the rooftops’ blunt. Can’t keep their mouth closed once (key word being ‘once’ 🥴) they figure out they’re in love, nor do they want to really, will tell it to their friends, the person they meet on the market, MC straight to their face, in whichever order. Before the realization, they unconsciously do things they overhear other couples do like oh their friend told them they got their SO flowers, lo and behold Rez is giving MC flowers (with the roots and all, yanked straight from the ground) for no reason, just Rez being a pal haha (idiot). 

Saltire, contrary to the vibe, I guess, is rather innocent and inexperienced. They would seek MC out just to ask about their opinion about something or say ‘hi’, embarrass themselves horribly (feelings hello sheltered also), then run away as if affronted. Inwardly, they would be conscious of MC 24/7 which would make them seem snappy. Generally, tho, S is very transparent and wears their heart on their sleeve, but it’s easy to mistake their embarrassment for them being moody/annoyed with MC.

Malitiose is very straightforward, very flirty, butters MC up a LOT. But given that they’re a liar it can come off as fake, even when they are actually 100% honest. It also doesn’t help that Mal ‘molds’ themselves to MC’s expectations, or what they notice MC likes/wants to a certain degree, i.e. shy MC wants more boldness? Done. Bold MC wants someone more submissive? Done. It’s a tactic they use for more hmmm business purposes, but with MC it’s subtle (as in not forced, like they dip into and entertain different sides of themselves, not faking them entirely like they would for ppl they’re about to scam) bc they genuinely want MC to like them back (they are still evil tho so hello). They don’t, though, hide behind the mask they usually use around people, so when not being actively ‘seduced’ MC gets to see the most raw side of Mal, short-tempered worrywart and all.

Lotár’s very touchy, it’s kinda obvious if you pay attention to them because they usually don’t get close to people if they can help it (wary of getting a knife in their back, that's all), physically I mean outside of the wink wonk situations. But they are also very covert, so it’s not a fact that many people realize (like when asked, maybe 2-3 ppl would say that Lotár does that, MC can be included depending on the player). They have a habit of watering down their interest, i.e. when they mean ‘I need you,’ they would spin the situation around, so that it’d be like ‘I have the thing you want, you need me,’ which might also be obvious, because Lotár likes having a leverage over everyone and their mothers, but they also love playing hard to get as far as their help goes.

#Lotár and a dense MC be like: ‘I let you touch my stuff wdym you didn’t know I’m in love with you??’ #pfm #fmo #mirren #rez #saltire #malitiose #lotar

[ghoulfriendfangs]

The Cuckening

I actually wrote this fic a while ago, for the Midsummer Masquerade! I was a little embarrassed to share it because it’s a very self indulgent, gross fic about my own oc, but like, fuck it you know?

For context: my oc Delphi had a relationship with Lucio before the events of the game, but it fell apart. This is an au set in this time.

{wc: ~3500} {dom!top!reader / bottom!sub!Delphi / bottom!sub!Lucio / reader x oc x canon / reader x Delphi x Lucio / cucking / anal / Delphi being a whore / bdsm / exhibitionism / there’s a lot going on in here ok / enjoy!}

You didn’t expect to make it into the Midsummer Masquerade. Unlike the January event, this one was not open to the public, but there were still many ways of getting in even if you didn’t make the vip list. You could write a letter asking for an invite, and hope to persuade the count. You could search the black market for a bootleg invitation. You could even show up uninvited and hope someone sees you and decides to make you their +1.

The hoops you had to jump through to get in mattered no longer. You were here now, and you were going to find something- or someone, fun to do.

You wandered through the ballroom, sticking towards the wall. You didn’t want to seem shy, but it was hard to penetrate through the crowds on the dance floor. Best to find a dance partner first.

But to your surprise, one found you first.

A hand grasped yours, and you turned to see an ornately dressed stranger. Their mask was that of a garden of flowers, in the approximate shape of a butterfly. It was made of porcelain, jewels, and even embedded gold. Their navy blue hair was pulled into a low ponytail, decorated with ribbons. They had a golden collar around their neck. Below that, their outfit was far less detailed, a silky red outfit that was draped over their body, dangerously loose, only connected by golden chains.

“You’re far too stunning to have come here alone. Tell me I’m dreaming.”

You snort, and you see a mortified look cross their scarlet eyes.

“That’s your best line?”

“I-I have more, that one was bad, let me think of-“

“I’ve heard actions speak louder than words.”

They grin, and pull you onto the dance floor. They reach for your hip, but before they can make it, you’ve placed your hands firmly on their exposed hips, through the slits in their cloth that leave their thighs exposed.

You hear their breath hitch.

You take the lead, keeping a firm grip on them as you dance. They put their arms on your shoulders, staring at you. It looks…

“You seem familiar, have we met before?”

They grin.

“These masks work wonders, don’t they? I’m sure you’ve seen me. I am the one and only Delphi Knox Gemütlich, I’m the best magician in Vesuvia. Perhaps you’ve heard of my potions? My prophecies? My family?”

“Oh, you’re the court magician.”

They simmer at that, rolling their eyes. “It’s just an, erm, just a gig. Really just doing it for my resume. Pay’s pretty great too, and I get to attend classy parties like this.”

“You’re the personal magician for the count, aren’t you? Isn’t it interesting, being so close to the count?”

“The count’s boring,” they yawn. You laugh.

“Really?”

“I’d rather hear what you think of him.”

You hum, considering your thoughts. To any other member of Vesuvian government, you’d sugarcoat your true feelings. But you felt you could be honest with Delphi.

“The count is… very handsome. I can see why so many attend this masquerade. But I don’t think he has much sense, I’m honestly… surprised he’s in charge.”

Delphi snorted with laughter, throwing their head back. “Oh man, you’re spot on. Are you sure you haven’t met him?”

“No. But I’d like to. At least, I thought I would. But now…”

You trace a hand absently over their lean stomach, and it seems to short circuit their brain. They shiver, biting their lip.

“Maybe I’ll pick you instead.”

They look excited, but also nervous.

“…what if you could have both?”

“You and the count?”

“I-I came down here to look for someone. Someone I found… exceedingly attractive, who could… satisfy me.”

“Is that so, little magician?”

The “little” in that name sends a shiver through their body, and it makes them clench their teeth. It’s an insult, they aren’t little. So why are they firming up between their thighs?

“It’s a bit out there, you’re welcome to deny, but… I want you to fuck me in front of the count.”

~~~

You didn’t expect to make it into the count’s bedroom so soon after entering the masquerade, or at all really, but here you were. Standing, as he looked you up and down as if evaluating you. He lingers on your hair, your chest, even shamelessly drifting his gaze to your crotch.

Then, when he glances at his own reflection in the mirror, you realize why. He’s jealous.

Why does the thought excite you? Is it because he’s the leader of this land, holding neigh infinite power… and yet you sexually intimidated him?

“So you’re the one Fifi picked out?”

“I mean, obviously.”

“…they made a good choice.”

“Fifi” was humming from the hallway, preparing a contraceptive spell while you and Lucio “got comfortable with each other.”

You relaxed on his bed. He shifted from side to side.

“I mean, you’re into this too, right?” You asked. Regardless of your opinion on the count, you weren’t about to fuck his partner on his own bed unless he was into that.

“You’d ask your count such a silly question?” He growled, as if trying to intimidate you. To see if your resolve could be easily shaken.

“Of COURSE I’m into it. I just… I don't really want just anybody railing my Fifi. I only want someone *almost* as good as me doin’ it.”

Maybe it’s the lightheaded and surreal atmosphere of the festival. Maybe it’s the fact you have an opportunity to emberass him. Maybe it’s the blood rushing to your dick and abandoning your brain.

“And what if I’m better than you?”

…oh shit.

…you’ve just insulted the count in his own bedroom.

He scowls at you, running through his hair with his deadly sharp claws.

“Has it crossed your mind that I am the count of this palace, that if I so wanted I could have you executed for disrespecting the throne?”

You had to think of something quick.

“I don’t think you’ll do that.”

“And why wouldn’t I?”

“Because…” you looked up and down his body, and found your answer.

“Because you have an erection.”

He frantically turned his cape to cover it.

“That is- that has nothing to do with anything! N-now you listen here you little-“

“Lucio! Are you playing nice?” Delphi hissed, closing the door behind them. Lucio jumped, “I-I am! I’m being very patient!”

“He threatened to have me executed.”

“I-I didn’t! I was just stating the fact that I could-“

Delphi wound their hand back and smacked his ass, causing him to make the most vulgar, offended expression.

“Behave, like you promised you would.”

Lucio crosses the room, flopping into the ornate and plush chair below his self portrait. Without asking for permission, he undoes his buckle, allowing his cock to bob out. You smugly point at it, and he looks like he might leap out at you before thinking better of it.

Delphi lies on the bed, spreading out for you in a seductive pose.

“Y’know, you’re welcome to do anything you like to me. I can take it.”

They emphasize the point by lifting their skirt and spreading their legs. Their holes are currently occupied by a plug in each, golden and with a red gem embedded in the base. Their t-dick is throbbing and wet, pushed up against the plug and practically begging for attention.

“Anything I’d like?”

They nod, looking at you with a desperate sort of impatience.

You glance at Lucio, who is seething.

“…do you have a preference where I fuck them?”

Delphi looks at you curiously, wondering where you’re going with this. Lucio opens his mouth to speak, but…

“I don’t really care what you think, actually.”

You grasp the plug in their pussy, firmly pulling it out. They let out a moan, but disappointingly they cover their mouth to suppress it. You’ll have to fix that.

You don’t really need foreplay. Delphi is dripping wet, and has lubed up on top of that. They’re already open from the wide toy. But it’s essential you do foreplay anyway, because it will tease them.

You start at their nipples, teasing them and pinching them. They squirm a bit, at one point trying to grind against your knee before you move it to tease them.

Without slowing, you glance back at Lucio, to see he’s squeezing his own nipples through his unbuttoned top, one at a time. He suspiciously stops just as you glance over. Looking at Delphi instead of meeting your gaze.

Delphi puts their hands on yours, trying to guide you towards their cock. You pull back entirely.

“Patience. You said I can do anything I want. I want to tease you first.”

They whine, “I’ve been waiting all night…”

“You can wait longer. Be good for me or I’ll smack you.”

That catches their attention, and they bite their lip.

“You wouldn’t smack the court magician in front of the-“

You cut them off with a smack to their arse. You hold back since it’s just the beginning, but not so much they don’t feel a sting.

“A-ah!l they jump.

“Too much?”

“I can take much more than that.”

You smile, returning to their red nipples. “He doesn’t train you, does he?“

They shake their head, watching your fingers at work.

“I can tell, you’re sorely in need of discipline.”

You glance back at the count, who this time doesn’t shy away. His gaze is stuck on you, and the red mark on their cheek. Fury, anger, and intrigue. He enjoyed seeing that, didn’t he?

“Is there anywhere you wouldn’t like to be punished?” You ask in a softer tone. “Don’t be shy, I don’t wanna hurt you too badly.”

They think about it a moment, but shake their head. “I like it,” they say confidently. “So do anywhere you like. Mark me up.”

Lucio says something under his breath, but you think you catch the word “harlot,” and Delphi shoots him a sleazy grin. “Make ‘em nice and visible, too.”

You push their head down so they’re on the bed, and order them to stay there. You trace a finger down their chest, their stomach, and to their pubic hair.

…then you finally start to stroke at their cock.

“Fuck, finally…” they mumble, closing their eyes.

“Eyes on me.”

They obey, licking their lips.

“…like what you see?”

“Hmm?” You play dumb.

“Y-you know… my… you know.”

“I don’t know.”

“My… cock and my…”

“This?” You start to finger them in tandem.

“Shit, fuck, yes. M-my whole body. A-am I hot enough?”

“Hmm…” you wager that they like being embarrassed, judging by this… entire situation, as well as their request to be marked, and reaction to being essentially called provacotive.

“Not sure yet. I’ll have to fuck you to get a good taste for you.”

“What!?” They sit up with a blush… but reward you with a twitch.

And you punish them with a hard smack to their cock.

“AH!” They quickly lie back down, but the feeling replays in their mind, the sting of your hand still on their pussy.

Now how can I get them to do that to me again?

“They liked that,” the count interrupts, almost in a surprised tone. “Didn’t know that…”

You nearly laugh. “You don’t know their kinks? No wonder you called me.”

“N-no, they didn’t know either, right Fi?”

They respond with a casual shrug.

“…do that again,” the count requests.

“Why? They’ve been good.” You continue to reward them by adding a third finger.

“Then, erm, Fi! Sit up again!”

“You’re not in charge right now, Louie.”

…

“I’ll do it again if you take off that top,” you offer.

“Wh-… why you… n-nobody talks to me that way,” he growls, while taking off his shirt.

You smack their crotch even harder, causing them to yelp and grab the sheets.

“Still like it?”

You nod.

“Good little… harlot,” you try your best not to laugh and to sound sexy while calling them that.

“Mmmnghhh…” they whimper. Guess it worked. You disrobe, their hungry eyes never leaving your body.

In fact, all eyes are on you as you pull out your cock, stroking it slowly as you crawl over Delphi.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I said anything, didn’t I?”

“Hey, wait I said you could fuck them, I didn’t say anything about kissing!!”

You ignore the count’s continued whining and wailing, kissing Delphi deeply as you slip your cock into them. They moan through your lips, wrapping their arms and legs around you. They were surprisingly intimate, clinging onto you like you were their air.

They were so warm, and so inviting. Every time you thrusted into them, they held you a little closer. Every time you moved your cock, you could feel the plug in their ass bulging against you, rubbing your cock tenderly.

You started to pick up the pace of your-

“A-ahh, fuck! Fuuck!”

They clenched around you, cumming already, grinding against your body. You leaned back to watch their cock twitch, seed spilling out and making a mess of their own pussy.

“Already?” You and Lucio both ask at the same time.

“Fifi, you gotta be kidding me,” Lucio teases.

They blush bright red, “I-It’s not my fault! It’s, it’s *yours!*” they say, turning to you, “I was all ready to go and you teased me a-anyway!”

This time, you decide to be a little meaner, and smack them on their face.

“Don’t complain so much.”

Their eyes are wide, they touch their cheek where you slapped them…

And they’re throbbing around your cock.

“Y-yes… m’bad.”

You start moving again, rewarding them by affectionately stroking their face.

“Now then, why’d you cum early?”

They bite their lip. “Cause you’re so hot.”

“Yeah, I bet he doesn’t fuck you enough, does he.”

They shake their head. “No, not nearly.”

“Mmm, poor little baby.”

They moan as you call them that, then have the audacity to claim, “I-I’m not… nnngh…”

“Poor little magician, doesn’t get played with enough… don’t worry, I’ll fix that. You’ll cum until you lose count tonight.”

“Mmmngh, yes please… m-make me…”

The room is filled with the sounds of you fucking into the court magician, the wet and rythmic percussion serving as background for their helpless little moans… punctuated by the Count’s jewelry clattering as he furiously pumps his own cock, watching you with the most hateful glare he could possibly manage.

You move to lie on top of them, pinning them to the bed. “Mmm… you certainly are hot. Nice and tight, such a good little pet.”

They shiver, enjoying your warmth. You move to their neck, harshly sucking at the skin of their throat, their collarbones, anywhere where you can leave evidence of your presence.

“Y-your cock,” they mewl.

You slow down a bit. “Speak up, baby.”

“Your cock is… s-so much bigger,” they whimper.

“Than his?”

Lucio mutters at you under his breath, and picks up the pace of his hand.

“U-uh-huh, so d-deep, hitting all the right spo- Ah! Right there! But even deeper! G-go harder!”

“Oh, poor little magician… he doesn’t fuck you this deep, does he?”

They shake their head, tears at the edges of their eyes, a deep and satisfied grin on their face. “N-no, ohh gods, y-you’re so good…”

You glance back at the count.

In the portrait behind him, he’s cool and reserved, calm and imposing. He’s dominating an entire battlefield, and yet frozen in etetheral beauty, face unblemished.

The real count’s face is contorted by strong emotions, lust and envy bringing a red stain to his face. His hair is disheveled and sweat sticks it to his forehead, his teeth are bared and he pants like the animal he is.

He’s close.

Delphi is close.

You’re close.

“Both of you,” you order, “I want you to cum with me.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” Lucio hisses.

“I know. But you’re going to do it anyway, aren’t you?”

“…” Lucio starts to pump his cock faster.

“Good boy.“

He shivers, covering his red cheeks.

You pick up the pace too, Delphi mumbling in a language you don’t recognize. Until that becomes too much for them too, and they devolve into vulgarly demanding you “pump their cunt full of cum,” among other extremely dirty demands.

You sit back, pulling them into your lap.

“Ah, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, fuck!! Oh gods!! Yes!!!”

They seize up, their thighs trembling as they cum hard onto you, *squirting* onto your lap. They completely coat the sheets, mumbling to you as they come undone.

You glanced at the count, a line of semen dribbling from the tip of his cock, down each finger, and dripping on his expensive rug. Perfect, now it’ll match his sheets.

As Delphi is coming down from their own orgasm, you reach yourself. They gasp a bit gently as you fill them with your own seed, the warmth flooding their insides. You pull back… and they spread so it can dribble out of them.

They grin.

“Make him lick it up.”

Lucio looks at you… and it takes you a moment to realize. He’s waiting for *your* permission to eat out his Delphi.

“What are you waiting for?”

He kneels at the foot of the bed, and Delphi wiggles to him.

“You clean up, too,” you tell Delphi, pulling their hair. They immediately take you in their mouth, humming. They can be so good- when they want to be.

The three of you spend some time like this, moving at a slow pace so you and Delphi can recover. Finally, you pull them off, and they make a disappointed whimper.

Lucio stands, stroking his cock and reaching for his magician.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a sadistic little purr.

“I-I thought it was my turn next.”

“Turn? Who said you get a turn?” You laugh.

“Besides,“ Delphi shrugs, “bit of a let down after getting railed like that, isn’t it? I mean… what if you can’t satisfy me anymore, Louie?”

“I-I can! Fi, you said I was good!!”

“C’mon, we’re just teasing you.”

“O-oh…”

“Chin up, your highness.”

You grab Delphi’s plug, offering it to him. “If you can fit this, maybe I’ll fuck you next.”

His eyes widen, face turning red. He snatches it with his claw.

“You… you better not go back on this. And you better be as good as Fifi claims.”

He lies by the pillows, getting a more up-close view. You roll Delphi over (they pretend to wrestle you before giving in), and grab the plug in their ass.

Even before you pull, their eyes go big. They bite their lower lip.

“You look nervous. Have you done anal before?”

“I… I have. I’ve used lots of toys.”

“But not a real cock, huh?”

They shake their head. “You’ll be my first. I’m yours.”

“Mine? You say that like I’ll *own* you.”

They nod a bit, egging on more dirty talk as you start to remove the plug.

“Your ass is gonna be mine. I’ll be the first one to fuck you there. I’m gonna *claim* you, is that ok?”

“Y-yeah, I want, I want you to be my first!”

Lucio grits his teeth, digging his claws into a pillow so harshly it rips.

“Too late, milord. S’not my fault your partner’s still a virgin.”

“You… you’re lucky you make me so horny, or I’d have you hung at the gallows.”

“Oh Lucio… I make you horny?”

You gently push into Delphi, not wanting to hurt them their first time. And yet, the moan they practically yell out is *delicious.* Maybe it’s how overstimulated they are, maybe it’s how much warmer your cock is than the toys they use, or maybe it’s *you.*

They’re tight, so tight you’re not sure you could fit all the way in at first. But with time and perseverance, you manage to open them up to relax a bit more at a time, until-

“FUCK!!!”

They jump as you hit their prostate. At the same time, the count *whimpers* as he managed to fully insert the plug.

Looks like you’ve a long night planned.

…

Your two very satisfied subs are snuggled up to you, both leaving kisses wherever they can.

The count is unusually affectionate for someone who was threatening you earlier, but you suppose being fucked until one cried from overstimulation does that to a person.

And sweet Delphi, whose practically numb below the waist, is leaning into your hand as you massage their scalp. Honestly, you can’t believe how many rounds they lasted.

“H-hey, we uh…” the count clears his throat, the taste of you still coating his tongue. “We were wondering, you’re here for the whole masquerade right?”

“Can you come back tomorrow? And after that?” Delphi blurts out.

“You don’t even gotta stop after the masquerade… you can come anytime…”

“Hmm,” you ponder. The two of them give you the most longing puppy dog eyes.

“I don’t see why not.”

#the arcana #spicy #vesuviaafterdark #midsummer masquerade #Lucio #Delphi #delcio #top mc #top reader #dom mc #dom reader #sub Delphi #bottom Delphi #sub Lucio #bottom Lucio

[spookibird]

PLEASE tell me more about penny lamb being more like legolands penny lamb that sounds so amazing and could only lead to chaos

Sure!

It would absolutely lead to chaos.

Penny in Legoland is an absolute MENACE, she argues with a lot of people in St. Cassian’s, and has been suspended at least once

And that’s not getting into the actual plot of Legoland where she travels miles, gets into a fight and gets arrested

She’s very nervous but she isn’t shy, she can and will talk for ages about stuff she's passionate about to try to conceal her nerves

This version of Penny probably joined the choir to help make friends and also because she enjoys music, maybe to help her reputation as well considering everything that happened just 2 YEARS prior

She would probably get along best with Noel actually, he would remind her of Ezra, with his flair for the dramatic, and his love for the gloomier side of life, plus I feel like they would both bond over poetry

Penny and Ricky would def be friends, she loves all his cats bc animals and also would like to listen to his stories about Zolar, furthermore, I feel like he’s one of the few who would happily listen to her ramble about animals and conservation, every time they hang out he learns a new fact about an animal

Mischa and Penny I think would be close, I feel like they would bond over having to adjust to a new society, with Mischa coming from Ukraine, and Penny coming from Elysium, they would be in similar situations

Penny would like Constance’s calm energy compared to the rest of the choir but I also think they would have similar tastes in music, tv shows and films! Constance shows her a lot of tv shows, I think they would binge watch together.

Ocean and Penny’s relationship would be tense, I feel like they would butt heads in the classroom a lot, Penny often trying to correct Ocean or vice versa, but they share a similar view on swearing and both take the choir very seriously, so they tolerate each other (I love the duo potential in RTC but Legoland Penny would absolutely hate Ocean I’m sorry)

Overall the choir would be 10x more chaotic than they already are and Penny would create problems both by accident and on purpose, most of the antics in Legoland were her ideas so that would carry over to this

She would absolutely get them in trouble on field trips by finding ways to sneak into places they shouldn’t be, Mischa absolutely encourages her, Ocean tries to stop her, she is just determined to see why they can’t go there, nothing can stop her

But once the choir finds out about the events of Legoland is when the chaos would truly start

They probably found out via someone mentioning it in the hallways or via google

Penny is extremely embarrassed

“I was 15! Young and stupid!”

“You were 15???”

She does tell them what happened in full because she trusts her friends

Mischa, Ricky, and Constance find the story hilarious, Ocean is shocked that PENNY of all people would have a criminal record before anyone else

Noel sympathises with her but also thinks it's kinda funny, he's mostly impressed they managed to pull it off

Overall they don't think any less of Penny, mostly, it's in the past and she hasn't done anything nearly as dumb as that recently and seems remorseful over it

Meeting Ezra would be a DISASTER however

Penny tries to explain to Ezra that these are her friends so he doesn’t need to worry about them

He’s protective of her tho so he’s still suspicious

He hates Ocean so much, like she walks into the room and he immediately knows he’s not going to like her, he finds her condescending, it takes months for him to be able to tolerate her (I love Ocean but the Lamb siblings would hate her)

He absolutely terrifies Constance, he doesn’t do much to scare her but he reminds her of Jane and he also spends a lot of the time just staring at her

Penny tries to explain that that’s just something he does but it doesn’t help

He is suspicious of Mischa’s bad boy persona, but trusts Penny’s judgement, he just watches him from a distance

The only two members of the choir Ezra likes are Noel and Ricky, he likes Ricky’s creativity, and Noel’s shared love of darker aspects of life

He does try to sell them drugs, they refuse, Penny has everyone leave after that

Penny still thinks it went well despite everything, most of the choir are terrified of this intense 14 year old

I just think the Legoland version of the characters would make everything 10x more chaotic and make the choir look sensible for once.

#ride the cyclone #rtc headcanons #this is my first time trying something like this so if its a bit ooc im sorry #hopefully this is okay tho!