#slight personal tw | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

Visit Blog

Explore Tumblr blogs with no restrictions, modern design and the best experience.

Fun Fact

Hackers stole 65M passwords from Tumblr in 2013.

gunkbaby · 1 year

Text

still in mental health hell but we might get a depressing shuu x reader oneshot from it so ig this is a win? i’ll try to come back to tumblr soon. xxx

#slight personal tw #british people love to queue #queue #Personal gunk #memes #shuu gunk

4 notes · View notes

boundinparchment · 6 months

Text

In Trenodia

Long-distance marriages are difficult. But you and Wriothesley always manage to make time for one another. Female Reader/Wriothesley. Second scene is implied to occur after Act 4 of the Fontaine Archon Quest. Song for title inspiration - 'In Trenodia' by VV. CW: smut, breeding kink if you squint, oral, cunnilingus MINORS DNI. RATED EXPLICIT. On AO3 here.

After routine confirmations of invoices and goods, along with small talk from the surface, you were escorted to your husband’s office. As you were every visit. No one, not even the Duchess, was exempt from protocol.

By now you knew every guard’s name and face and remembered their troubles from the last time you visited. It wasn’t easy to live in the depths, let alone work in them. You knew the other side, what it was to be without, and you easily understood the toll separation took. Words from you might not soothe, not entirely, but expectation danced on every face and you saw it as your duty to bring what reassurance and reprieve you could.

The guards sent word ahead of your arrival, naturally, so you did not expect to surprise Wriothesley nor be interrupted while you were there.

Years ago, the large imposing doors frightened you. You had not expected the Duke himself to want to speak to you. In hindsight, it made sense: you were a small vendor directly supplying him. He had been so impressed that your honey did not taint his tea beyond recognition. Wriothesley was instead immediately interested in how your methods varied from those used by the companies that mechanically processed the liquid as well as other beekeepers.

Moments like those left you lighter than air. But they also managed to claw at the wound that never truly closed. One you were used to nursing in the later hours of the night. Distance made the heart grow fonder, of course; it also served as a chasm that would never be truly crossed.

Now was not the time for such melancholy, you reminded yourself.

As you entered Wriothesley’s office and the guard closed the doors behind you, you could make out the faintest familiar notes from the phonograph. With a large jar of liquid gold tucked under your arm, you climbed the stairs and crested just as Wriothesley looked up from his paperwork.

The weariness under his eyes and in the thin line of his mouth faded, barely visible as he laid eyes on you.

“You have impeccable timing, my love,” he said as you approached, lips quirking into a soft smile. “Just when I was about to take a break.”

You rested the jar on the desk, the contents almost glowing from the way the light passed through the contents, and leaned over to meet him for a kiss. Your heart jolted, as it always did, at the sensation of his soft lips on yours and at the scent of his shaving cream.

Wriothesley stood and stretched for a moment, rolling his shoulder as he rounded the desk. He picked up the jar with a single hand to examine it and held it up to the light.

“Darker this year. How was the yield? Did you have any trouble harvesting?”

You shook your head.

“Monsieur Lockwood’s Rainbow Roses were quite the feast for the hives. The taste is mild enough but I’ll let you be the judge of that.”

He cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. You carefully took the jar from his grasp, opened it, and dipped your finger into the honey, extracting just enough to sample. Wriothesley’s hand, large and warm, encircles your wrist and guided your finger to his mouth. He licked methodically, savoring every drop as his eyes closed for a moment in thought.

When he opened them again, you caught the faintest hint of hunger mingled with astonishment.

“Floral without being over-powering. Refreshing, even. My compliments to the hive.”

“I’ll be sure to give them your praises,” you laughed as you closed the jar and set it aside.

Wriothesley’s hands found your face, the rough pads of his fingers ghosting over your skin. He lowered his head to brush his nose against yours, a playful smirk on his face.

“I can think of only one gift sweeter than any honey you bring me,” he whispered.

“And what would that be, Your Grace?”

“You.”

This time, the kiss you shared was deep, eager, and full of longing. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you tasted the last remnants of honey when his tongue brushed yours and elicited a low moan from deep in his chest. Wriothesley maneuvered you against the desk and then reached for your legs, lifting you to the surface with ease and hiking up your skirt to settle between your legs.

Hours later, when duty could no longer be pushed aside, Wriothesley would escort you back to the passageway to the surface.

You would leave with flushed cheeks and sticky thighs, with only memories of his laugh and loving gaze to ease the ache in your heart until your next visit.

You hadn’t anticipated the possibility of another outcome.

After all, you were married to a man sentenced to live in exile, to work in the shadows and support those sentenced to a different life than one provided on the surface. When he told you of the circumstances, how he came to be prisoner and then warden, he wiped away your tears before they could spill and you understood that he held a love far larger than himself.

He was not a man of sentimentality, your Wriothesley; he was a man of loyalty, of action.

So, one morning when you spotted the figure walking up the path to your humble home (modest by most standards of Fontaine’s highest rankings of nobility), your heart immediately leapt into your throat and stayed there, like a stone.

Were you hallucinating?

Surely not.

You would know that hair and gait even through the beekeeping veil currently clenched in your hands. The report of recent events arrived with your morning post and you were keen to set to work. If you worked, you could not worry about the murmurs of Fatui presence, the recent trial with a Harbinger, nor your cook’s mumbling about the prophecy you grew up hearing.

Wriothesley was working on a solution, one that only solidified his sense of duty to the nation that gave him a second chance.

His gray eyes skimmed over you from heel to head as he drew closer in the cresting morning light, golden rays catching the fastenings of his overcoat. You couldn’t even get a word out of your mouth before he cupped your face and kissed you, ardently, thumbs brushing just under your eyes.

“Wriothesley—” you gasped, his name nothing more than a rush of air when the kiss broke and you were wrapped in his arms, his presence sturdy, warm.

When you pulled away, you could see the fine lines from lack of sleep, the way worry had settled into the corners of his mouth and the hardness of his eyes. He hid them well but he always lowered his metaphorical mask around you, just enough for the truth to peer out.

“I had to deliver a report to the Chief Justice in-person. It didn’t make sense to come all this way only to not see you,” he said softly. “They’ll just have to forgive me for breaking protocol to see my wife at least one more time.”

His expression softened and his gaze traced over you the way an artist’s brush touched canvas. Wriothesley pried one hand from your hat and bringing it to your lips. “Your Grace.”

Your face grew hot as you held his gaze and you couldn’t help but match his smile. How long had it been since he’d been up here, on the surface, at your too-empty home?

“I was going to check on the hives and fields before breakfast. Care to join me?”

“Nothing I’d love more.”

At this hour, the hives were quiet, as were the fields. The sky was finally beginning to turn from inky blue to orange, gold, and pink beyond the lines of trees surrounding the property. A new morning, full of potential, even if the colors were slightly different for him.

You weren’t sure who turned first, who initiated the slow kiss that only seemed to deepen with every passing second. Time itself seemed to stop when you tugged slightly on Wriothesley’s tie to bring him down into the tall grass. He complied, arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him as the soft blades beneath you gave way.

“Adventurous this morning, aren’t you, my Duchess?” Wriothesley teased above you, his knee nestled in the perfect spot between your legs.

“Mmm, more like taking advantage of the opportunity while we have it,” you replied, smiling as you reached up to kiss him.

Your body reacted to him like metal in a thunderstorm every time, instantly aware of your own needs, overwhelmed by the love that flooded your heart. Distance was difficult for ordinary couples and the decision to continue, to marry, hadn’t been easy.

But this sensation, moments where you were the only two in the entire world. It made all the struggles worth it.

“Sunlight comes with you everywhere, makes you almost glow…” he whispered.

You reached for him, pushed his coat from his shoulders and made quick work of his shirt buttons, exposing his scarred chest. In return, the stays of your dress were pulled apart, the fabric pooling at your waist and revealing your breasts, nipples hardening in the slight morning chill.

“I can’t remember the last time I smelled grass. Smelled flowers, wild flowers not yet cut. Nothing smells the same down there, where the sun can never reach…always smells like burnt metal.”

His mouth was hot on your skin, hungry but tempered as his teeth grazed the column of your neck and his lips found your breasts. A jolt ran through you from heart to core as he flicked his tongue over your nipple and then sucked, just enough to elicit a gasp from you. His free hand traced the curve of your other breast before he switched, tongue swirling gently.

Your hands found purchase in his black and gray hair, mussing it further as he worked downwards and pushed your skirts up to your waist. He gazed up at you through his lashes as he pushed aside your panties, fingers dancing along your folds and finding you slick and swollen.

“Beautiful,” he breathed against your thighs, the words tickling your sensitive flesh. His tongue brushed your lips and he moaned softly. “Tastes as exquisite as it looks.”

His hand parted your folds a little further and his tongue returned to stroke you. You arched your back as he swirled circles against your clit, a familiar sensation sitting low in your belly to stoke the throbbing ache deep inside you. Your fingers in Wriothesley’s hair tightened as you pulled slightly in your eagerness, unsure if you wanted him to stop or push you over the edge.

“Don’t worry, Your Grace, I wouldn’t finish you so quickly,” Wriothesley teased. “But I do want to savior you.”

True to his word, you never peaked. But he did keep you on the precipice, eternally aware of the white-hot heat searing through your veins and your ever-growing need to be even closer to him.

Wriothesley only pulled away after pressing one finger into your wet heat and kissing your clit with a flick of his tongue. You looked towards him, craning your neck to find your essence across his jaw and chin, glistening in the morning light. His gaze was lost for a moment, memorizing you.

After all, you never knew when the next time to see each other would come. You might be able to predict and show up with a jar of honey and steal hours of his time. Or, as you were this morning, you might be informed of events beyond almost anyone’s control.

You watched as Wriothesley freed himself from the confines of his trousers and positioned himself above you again. He brushed himself against your wet folds, back and forth, and he groaned.

“I love that sound. So wet for me…”

Your eyes never left his as he pressed into you, slow and steady, and buried himself to the hilt. Deep inside, your walls were already squeezing. Both of you let out a sound that begged the other to hold on a little longer.

You craned your neck up as Wriothesley bent down, foreheads pressed together and eyes fluttering shut as he withdrew entirely before starting with slow, deep strokes.

“Need this to last,” he whispered against your lips. “To feel every inch of you around me.”

His composure slowly slipped away as you tilted your head and kissed him, sweet and full. You wrapped your arms around him, hands finding his shoulder muscles. One of your feet, devoid of its shoe, rested at the top of his thigh; just before he could pull out entirely again, you pushed him deeper inside of you.

“I want to feel you even when you’re gone,” you murmured. “So I have something to tell me this wasn’t just a dream.”

More words sprung to your mind but they were washed away by the fire building within you. Wriostheley grunted as your walls squeezed slightly, begging him for more. You caught a mischievous glint in your husband’s eyes when he pulled back slightly and reached for your foot. He gently folded your leg and pressed it against you, giving him a better angle.

“I have a better idea.” He wriggled slightly and you gasped as he twitched deep inside you at the perfect spot. “I’ll come right here…fill you up over and over…”

He sped up his pace, your breathing ragged as your scents mingled with the grass and wildflowers. The coil deep in your belly tightened and you felt everything else fall away as your toes curled and white-hot heat threatened your entire existence.

“Wriothesley—"

Light exploded across your vision as you shuddered and convulsed around him, underneath him. It was too much and not enough all at once, your hips bucking as Wriothesley helped you ride out the aftershocks. He twitched again, burying his face in your neck as he released inside you.

He pulled away only enough to push your hair out of your face and grin down at you, eyes bright. His face was flushed and his hair absolutely ruined but backlit by the morning sun, he looked almost otherworldly.

“I’d like that,” he said softly. “To see you carry my child. Our child.”

You wriggled your hips again, your bodies still coupled. Wriothesley hissed and shifted his weight slightly to keep you from moving. He was just as sensitive as you were and you couldn’t help but grin up at him.

“If you keep that up, we’ll be here all morning, Your Grace.”

“Good.”

#wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x female reader #female reader #fem reader #wriothesley x you #in which wriothesley is your husband and you share a morning together #reader has slight personality but not much #smut #minors dni #tw: smut #tw: breeding

483 notes · View notes

babys-nsfw-thoughts · 7 months

Text

is it really so much to ask for my friends to find my blog and make fun of me for it? laugh at me for being into puppyplay, calling me a dumb mutt, asking if i want to go for a walk... noticing how i start squirming and one of them sticks their hand up my skirt to feel me through my panties

"oh my god, their so wet!"

"no way this turns you on too."

"jesus you really are a little whore"

i try my best not to whimper when one of them yells 'speak!' one of them walks over to me and pinches my nipple, making me moan loudly.

"aww is that all it takes? one little pinch and you're moaning like a slut for us?"

another comes up behind me and gropes my ass, fingers inching towards my hole. I whine at the feeling.

"what a little slut, barely even touched and you're such a mess."

"let's play with them for real, it's not like they'll mind."

i try so hard not to moan or whimper as i'm pulled to the floor, shirt pulled above my head then binding my wrists together. my skirt is flipped up and panties pulled down, strings of my wetness clinging to them.

"aww, so wet from us feeling you up huh? pathetic slut."

a finger is swirled through my juices then stuck in my mouth. I can't help the moan that comes from the taste.

"what don't they like?"

"do you wanna see who can make them cum more? I bet they won't mind~"

"only if i get to ride their face on your turns."

#nsft #nsft text #nsft post #bd/sm pet #bd/sm kink #nsft imagine #nsft personal #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm pup #puppyplay #submisive and breedable #needy sub #subspace #light cnc #name calling #tw degradation #degredation kink #slight exhibitionism

645 notes · View notes

demo-dragon · 2 months

Text

When your client, who is your adopted son, gets accused of murder, and he tells you that he ate the necklace.

"Mr. Wright, where's the necklace?!" Gregory asked while turning his head at his client with a concerned expression.

"........."

( He's hiding something..... I have to know what he did with the necklace that Dahlia gave to him.)

"Mr. Wright, please, I need to know what you've done with the" Gregory's eyes widen as he catches a glimpse of a color red from Phoenix's face mask. "Is that a blood stain coming from your surgical mask?!"

Phoenix quivered in shame as his eyes were blurry from all the crying from what his "Dolly" had said to him in front of the entire court, so he unveiled his mouth... it's covered with a nasty scar...blood is still dripping from his lips.

"MR. WRIGHT! What did you do?!?" Gregory shrieked in horror as he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Looking at his client, his son, in pure terror, knowing there was a slim chance that Phoenix might suffer the same fate as Terry Fawles.

"I'm so sorry, Dad...." Phoenix said quietly.

"I...I ate the necklace."

Note: I only wrote this for fun, and I am not sure if this scene will happen since the DL-6 doesn't transpire, so again, I wrote it to see how it turns out.

#gregory edgeworth #what if scenario #no dl-6 #phoenix wright #yes I will admit Phoenix is Miles Edgeworth's adopted brother #just a what if snippet from a story that i'm working on #Gregory Edgeworth lives #ace attorney #ace attorney au #angst #tw slight blood #now i put the word slim chance since the poison has lost its potent #this is my first time writting ace attorney so i might not get the characters personality correctly #canon divergent au #dahlia hawthorne

13 notes · View notes

sin-sidejob · 1 year

Note

Myc and gender neutral fat reader, myc being a shameless flirt in public, lots of grabby tendrils 🤪🤪🤪🤪

“You’re trying to start something right now?”

“Oh c’mon, I’m bored,” Myc whines, sitting back in a booth of the restaurant the two of you were in, flagella still coiled around your ankles and sloping up your calves, “food won’t be here for a while, let’s have a little fun.” If he had eyebrows to raise they’d be waggling.

“Seriously?” You chide, a brow of your own arched but still smiling, half-heartedly amused. Your palm cups your cheek, elbow resting on the table while you look across at him and enjoy the ability to be outside with him beyond work, thankful for government watched businesses within the DC area, scattered like speakeasies for entities such as Myc.

“Oh I’m deadly serious baby,” he croons, smarmy and charming and already persuading you fully into it, “c’mon, let me play.” Before he can carry on or move, you snake your leg around a tendril twice over, winding it in a coil around your leg so it spans your thigh.

“You wanna’ play? Bring it big daddy.”

Two tendrils part your legs beneath the long tablecloth and brush your underwear while you snake your wrist around the base of one, pumping with a straight-faced smirk. “It’s on, Pinkie.”

Within moments he’s fucking your cunt beneath the booth table and you’re purposely clenching your walls around him as your hand jerks off the flagella bases to get him squirming, challenging him inadvertently and trying to make him cum first. Or at least before the food arrives.

You’re gripping your knee tight beneath the tablecloth, trying to be as casual as you can while both you and Myc feign conversation that he fills with innuendos just the same way he fills you.

“You okay? Look a bit out of sorts, maybe we should get the check and head home.” He muses, amused lilt in his tone very present as he curls within you, making your hips jolt and lips pull into a line, trying to contain any noises or outright signs of weakness, knowing you don’t give a damn but you’re still in a public place and don’t need a mark on your record just yet.

“In all honesty,” you pause, grinding your hips in a swiveling motion that makes him lean his cap back, orb flickering, “I’m rather stuffed myself, so we could take the food to go.” Punctuating your words with flicks of your wrist, you jerk off two tendrils at a time as the three flagella thrust in and out of your sopping, overstuffed cunt and the forth plays with your clit.

“Got - ah fuck - seems like you’ve got your hands full, Pinkie.” Myc’s orb is flickering more and you’re grinning, cheeks warm and lips slanted in that dazed smirk he loves, getting him even more fucked out. “I’ve always got a thing for being hands on with you, right honey?” You respond, squeezing the bases of his flagella and feeling him groan and shudder before whimpering incoherent things beneath his breath.

“Go on,” You coo, soft and soothing like a night sky, “come for me Daddy.”

He cums, gushes of it flooding your cunt and now-soaked underwear, placed conveniently to where it’ll be hidden beneath your clothes. The feeling of it, all warm and liquid hot inside of you sends your careening, lids fluttering and back minutely arching as you come with a soft sigh, leaning back against the booth and just resting, blinking blearily at Myc from across the booth.

“Oh shit, I think our foods here.”

Myc laughs from when the food arrives until the waiter disappears to attend to another table, childish giggling making you smile too.

#slight sona x Canon #inside job #personal inside job #my inside job #magic Myc #Myc x reader #Myc x anise #mycanise #anise tag #tw: daddy kink #based off of some prompts and concepts Anise has mentioned in our shadow council discord server

71 notes · View notes

gunkbaby · 1 year

Text

Trying to sort out my new ita bag…pain 😭😭😭😭

I thought I had everything in the right place but then the top border ruined it 😔

Also i cant display the shuu hamster properly

(he’s distraught)

I need to get more badges. I have a specific Shuu badge I want, and I want to collect the other Six costumes ones too. Also ofc, I need badges of Afoogato and Rutile. Some bigger/clearer badges abt being disabled or non verbal would also be helpful.

I cant find any though. They’re all so small. I need people to see them. Like, I have a little card I can give to people in case of emergencies but people are so horrible to me in everyday life. Maybe they would be kinder or leave me alone if they know I’m weird because I have issues.

#gunk #personal #slight personal tw

2 notes · View notes

stories-by-starlight · 10 days

Text

Realize, at appointment yesterday, that autism catatonia had been big part our lives for over 1/3 of our life so far. Realization hurt, hadn’t notice how long it been until doctor pointed it out to us.

We developed autism catatonia when body was around 11/12 years old, not long after traumatic event in our lives. Though wasn’t able get diagnosed until years later.

It made life really hard. Everything always got harder, and became really isolated really fast due to everything happening.

Feel anger, when think about it. Try not to be angry, most times, but feel anger when realize how much time lost to this. Just want it to be over. Tired of losing and losing and losing.

Honest, hope not many relate. But for people who relate, hope know you not alone. Thank you if read all this, sorry it’s not very positive. Hope today is a good day for everyone.

#sorry for slight more personal post #autism catatonia #storybook talks #this post took so long make #happy finally done #tw trauma #parts of post written with aac

4 notes · View notes

seacryt · 5 months

Text

let me out please.. mizuki and floyd do your requests i can't do them for y'all anymore honestly.. (is frontstuck) (hates feeling ill) (feels bad for making people wait) (has no energy) (thinks that frontstuck will always be "frontSUCK")

#personal #system stuff #system problems #frontstuck #cw slight vent #tw slight vent #slight vent

4 notes · View notes

Last Seen Blogs

analogiclogique

lordhairreplacements-blog

Lordhair

1spooky2me

💥Toospooky4u💥

calico-cat-chief

Geek`s Room

selidbe-beograd-beo-selidbe-doo

Beo Selidbe d.o.o.