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tuhtofu · 1 year

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a flower yet to bloom

cw: sub kabukimono, dom reader, gn reader, corruption, masturbation, virginity loss, hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, anal sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, size difference, masochism, praise, dick can be read as strap, mentions of codependency, exhibitionism and dismemberment

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Summary: The Electro Archon’s puppet discovers a special kind of pleasure.

A pure, delicate puppet. Pliant and innocent. You’re certain that if you didn’t take him into your hands, someone else would. Someone evil, who’d take advantage of the sweet boy.

You would never.

It was only a few months ago that you had your first encounter with Kabukimono. He was drenched, curled into a corner in Shakkei Pavilion, eyes screwed shut and hands covering his ears from the sounds of thunder and rain.

Your hand reached out, and he looked up at you with the prettiest puppy eyes. You had to help him. His own hand grasped yours, cold and small, and he followed you home without question.

Did he see no other exit, or was he just naive? You quickly realized it was the latter.

At first, Kabukimono wasn’t the talkative type. He never requested anything, and the only words he’d mutter were “yes” and “thank you.” Even so, you’d always talk to him, and allow him to help you with house chores as a bonding activity, and with that, he slowly grew more and more attached to you.

Bright smile greeting you when you returned from your adventures, blush painting his cheeks pink when you pointed out his beautiful features, tiny giggles escaping his lips any time you cooked together, and always eager to learn anything that you were willing to teach him.

These innocent feelings continued developing quicker than Kabukimono could understand them. Normally, seeing your skin exposed around the house or when you exited the shower didn’t cause him to react, but now, seemingly out of nowhere, he feels his whole body heat up as an unfamiliar feeling rises in his gut. He mistook it for anxiety at first, however, a more likely explanation dawned on him.

You’d told him many fairy tales of romance before, ones you’d gathered from your visits to the city of romance itself. The puppet wondered if this was what love felt like. How he shivered when your fingers grazed his arm, and the way he’d get nervous when you’d get too close. How he felt a bit weird… down there, when you praised him.

And sometimes, it would get a little painful. Surely, with your knowledge, you’d be able to give him a solution to the problem, but he was too embarrassed to ask. Those are his private parts, after all.

All he could do was sigh in frustration, cupping himself over his pants when you were out of sight while making his way to your bedroom, plopping down on the bed with a small thud and burying his face into his pillow.

“Why does this keep happening?” he thought to himself, squirming in place– “O-oh! Oh god!”

His eyes widened, and he was trying to comprehend what he just felt. He attempts to recreate the movement again, and the same electrifying feeling runs down his body, eliciting a gasp out of him.

It felt… really good. Right where the tingling sensation arose. So he kept going, rutting against the bed softly as he rested his chin on the pillow, hands holding onto it like a lifeline while his eyes were screwed shut.

Soft little whines poured out of his mouth as he kept going, drooling all over your pillow. He felt guilty for dirtying it, but your sweet scent that lingered was driving him crazy. The more his dick grazed the bed, the louder he became, but he didn’t care. Kabukimono had no way of knowing that such activities were meant to be… private.

Your scurrying to the bedroom was inevitable, worried that something may have happened that caused those moans and whines of your name to be heard from afar, though the sight to be beheld wasn’t expected. Any words you had remained in your throat, leaving it as a small gasp instead.

The puppet’s head turned around at the sound of you walking in, his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, eyes filled with tears and cheeks burning hot as his humping subconsciously sped up at the sight of you. Your gaze only served to rile him up more, and he moaned loudly, reaching his hand out to you.

“Please help me…” he mumbled, taking hold of your hand and placing it on his cheek as the tears flowed freely.

Maybe this once, you’d indulge him.

Your sweet Kabukimono didn’t know it was possible to feel this good.

One hand tugging at his aching little cock, mouth latched onto his perky nipples as he thrashes around and cries out in pain. He could barely fit a finger in at first, but now all you can hear is the lewd squelching of your fingers, knuckles deep, stretching him open as his cum splatters all over himself once again with a scream.

And yet, this newfound pleasure that has him in a haze still leaves him absentmindedly begging for more, even if he’s overstimulated to bits. There’s no point in turning back, not when his hole clenches around nothing as you pull your fingers out, practically begging for you to stuff him full.

The puppet’s eyes dilated at the sight of your cock. It was much larger than his, but he wanted it carnally. He wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt.

He crawled towards you, making his way between your legs and wrapping his small hand around your cock, almost inspecting it.

“Can I… put it in my mouth?” he spoke softly, innocence still laced in his voice, and you nodded, a sweet smile adorning your lips.

He smiled back shyly, wiggling in place as his lips littered kisses on the tip of your cock, before his tongue darted out to leave kitten licks there. He wasn’t good at giving blowjobs at all, but he looked too adorable and eager for complaints. No matter, you’d train him sooner or later.

“Open.” You spoke, and he complied, watching you slap your cock on his tongue before shoving it in, his eyes rolling back in response.

His hands held onto your thighs, clawing at them as you held him by the hair, pushing his head down while his tiny, wet mouth coated barely half of you with saliva. He couldn’t fit more, gagging and mewling with each bob of his head, and as much as you wanted to fuck his throat until his voice got hoarse, you only wanted to make it easier for him to take you.

Kabukimono whined when you pulled him off, and he could feel his throat burning and his scalp hurting from your hold.

“You did so well.” You kissed his sweaty forehead while maneuvering his small body to its previous position, spreading his legs apart and bending him in half hurriedly. The way you manhandled and used his body only made him twitch and leak further, face lighting up at the prospect of making you lose control from desire.

… “Making love,” he called it. Asking you to fuck him silly was too embarrassing, but the feeling of your cock slowly filling him to the brim was too addicting. How you’d cradle his face even as he’d scratch your back and lock his legs around your hips, pushing you further into him until his hole was gaping. How the sudden “I love you” that left his lips in a moan as he squirted onto his tummy was reciprocated while your cock still pistoned into him, going round after round because Kabukimono didn’t want his first time to end until he fell into unconsciousness.

And he’d beg you every day since then. To please make love to him, to ruin him again and again. It didn’t matter if you were busy, if you were outside, or if the world was lit aflame. He would still cling to you, get on his knees, spread himself open, even cut his limbs off if you so inquired.

The pure boy you met was naught but a sweet doll, yours to use and love eternally. And making love was how lovers expressed themselves, so won’t you please wreck him until he is an empty shell, dependent and permanently living through the pleasure you graciously bless him with?

#sub scaramouche #dom reader #genshin smut #gn reader #sub genshin impact #sub!character #dom!reader #sub genshin #bottom scaramouche #top reader #gn!reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x you #genshin impact smut #took me two months to write sorry

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iceman-soup · 4 months

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amab reader x bot!ghost

It took years for Simon to trust you enough for this. It was a slow process, neither of you rushing, instead taking your time with your relationship: building it up over time, his and your confidence gradually raising with each new thing - small kisses, hugs; then eventually occasionally making out, regular cuddles.

But this? You'd thought about it, sure - but you couldn't quite believe it was actually happening until your lips were on his in your bedroom, hands delicately on his waist as if terrified he would break. Cautiously slipping under his shirt, pulling it over his head slowly to give him time to yank it right back on again if he needed. Eyes open, watching him slump back against the wall as his gaze follows you dumping his shirt on a nearby chair, then taking off your own and chucking it on top. His balaclava crumpled on the floor next to it.

"This alright, love?" you check. One hand moving to cup his cheek, the other hovering in mid air - unsure what to do. Ghost doesn't respond. His eyes are fixed on the carpet; scared. "You wanna stop, Si?" You shove your hands in your pockets.

His head snaps up, stare suddenly on you, laced with curiosity and still, slightly hidden away, fear. "No." His voice is blunt yet whispered, and he tilts his head slightly, "do you? We- we can, if y' want."

Your heart beats in your chest, trying to read his face. You shake your head. "Need you to be comfy, sweetheart," you insist, tentatively moving your arms to wrap around his waist, studying his reaction, "tell me what to do."

He hesitates, leaning into you, chest to chest as he lays his head on your warm, bare shoulder. Your fingers run absentmindedly up and down his back, tracing various scars like you have a million times before. His lips press to your neck, pausing a second more. Simon kisses your flesh, open mouthed and nipping a little, hands in your hair as he leaves a trail of marks up to your jaw, where you turn your head to capture his lips with your own.

"Gonna show me instead, pretty boy?" you murmur against his mouth, and he chuckles quietly; genuine, soft laughter for only your ears to hear. He brings you both together again, tongues in each other's mouths as you stumble towards the bed, clumsily sitting down on it with him straddling you.

Your hands drift to hold his belt, fingers skimming his body so he knows they're there; he breaks away for a bit to look down at you undoing it and his trousers, lifting himself up onto his knees so you can attempt to shimmy them down his hips.

"Stand up, love," you instruct gently, and he does, allowing you to take off his trousers and throw them on the chair - then doing the same with your own again. You'd seen each other in only boxers before, to change or go to bed, but this was different; of course it was.

"You're hard," he comments as if it's normal conversation. Taken slightly aback, you look down at yourself through the fabric then glance over at him.

"So are you," you grin, sitting back down on the bed, "want me to help with tha-"

"Yes."

Simon steps over to you, leaning down to kiss you again - slightly desperately, you note - and tugs a little at your hair. You hold his thighs, breaking away from his face to press small, loving kisses to his stomach and hips, your lips against the soft fabric of his boxers as you kiss his thighs. He doesn't make a sound other than slightly heavy breathing, but his hands massage your head, holding you close to him as if you're the sun on a cold, dark day.

You run a thumb between his skin and the waistline of his boxers, looking up at him. "Can I?" Waiting til he nods, then taking them off; noticing how he doesn't look down as he crawls properly onto the bed.

"Yours," he whispers simply, gesturing with a glance. You nod once, taking yours off too, shuffling to sit nearer to him, a hand on his chest as you lean in, kissing him deeply.

"Gonna prep you, okay?" you kiss his cheek, reaching for the lube on the side table and putting some on two fingers. "One at a time, and you say if I'm going too fast or anything, yeah?"

He lies down a little, tentatively spreading his legs; your heart skipping a beat realising how how vulnerable he feels right now. You open your mouth to reassure him, but he shuts you up by taking your clean hand in his own and giving it a light squeeze. "Ready," he murmurs, face turning red as you gradually push a finger into his hole.

"Relax, Simon," you coax, your index halfway in him as he holds your hand a little too tight for you to know he's comfortable. "You're okay, baby, promise."

Ghost cracks open one eye, staring at you. Relaxing - just a tiny, tiny amount. His voice is husky and shy. "Hurts."

"It'll feel better in just a minute, sweetheart." Reassure him. Kiss the scar on his ribs. Wait until he calms down then ever so gently pushing the finger in all the way; thumb stroking his knuckles when he groans quietly.

You're endlessly patient, letting him take as long as he needs to to adjust before topping up the lube on a second finger and carefully easing it in, pressing delicate kisses to his jaw and muttering praises in his ear; "doing so well, baby. Won't go faster than you want me to, love."

He rewards your care with half-held back moans and grunts, eyes opening every few moments just to check it's still you, hips bucking a little when he's ready for a third finger. And you give it to him, hesitating when he lets out one small sob; but then he whines a quiet "please," free hand nudging your arm to let you know it's alright.

Working gently to scissor him more than loose enough, terrified at the idea of hurting him, reassuring him it's okay when he asks if he can touch himself using as few words as possible. Easing him onto his side when he's prepped properly, facing each other cuz you know he'd hate any other position.

You put lube onto your cock; he watches, cuddling his head into your shoulder and his hands now tracing patterns onto the skin of your chest. You kiss his cheek, forming eye contact.

"Are you sure you want this?" You check, making sure he actually thinks for a moment before nodding. Your lips connect with his and you pull your hips together, groaning as he uses his own hand to put your dick into him. Giving him time to adjust before he's kissing your neck impatiently, big arms tenderly wrapped around you and little whimpers leaving his mouth that he needs you to move.

Rocking your hips into him, mixed moans filling the room, making sure to comfort and praise him and remind him to take care of himself as well. When he does, he's quick to cum all over yours and his stomachs, whining and pulling your bodies even closer.

"You want me to pull out when I cum, Si?" you ask, not stopping as you tilt his chin up to face you. He nods, smiling softly at being given the option. You slide out of him, kissing away his half-hearted complaints until you groan and thick white ropes of cum spurt from your cock, mixing with his on both your bodies, leaving the two of you panting and holding each other, sharing kisses every few seconds.

After several moments of just lying there, Simon grumbles and shifts uncomfortably. "'M all sweaty," he huffs, nuzzling his face into your chest even so. You run a hand through his hair, thinking. He pipes up again. "M' legs all shaky." You smirk knowingly.

"Want me to carry y-" he cuts you off with an eager nod. Cheeky bastard didn't even let you finish the sentence. Nevertheless, you haul his large frame into your (thankfully) strong arms, taking him into the bathroom and setting him down on the edge of the tub. "Bath?" He shrinks into himself a little at the exposure, but hums in agreement. Still vulnerable. Still scared.

You turn on the taps, getting the right temperature before sitting on the bathmat on the floor. Si slides down to curl up in your lap, clinging to you and scattering kisses along your jaw. When the bath is full enough, you let him get in after you. Keep him feeling secure. You hold his hand to steady him as he steps into the water and lays down. Cradle him in your arms, palming water through his hair and washing the half-dried cum off both your bodies.

Towelling yourself off afterwards as he does the same with his own; looking away when he asks you to. Changing into soft pyjamas that make him look as if he was never military at all, just your sweet, pretty Simon who loves you so, so much. He leads you by the hand back to bed, helping you quickly change the sheets before crawling under the duvet, cuddling up, his head snuggled into your chest.

#this took. a very long time.#but i'm done and i LOVE it #wdym this seems really specific? nuh uh #ideal first time for me. yeah thanks #simon ghost riley #cw smut #cod smut #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #x amab reader #x male reader #cod men x male reader #ghost x gn!reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x top male reader #bottom cod men #simon riley x male reader #traumatised simon riley #<- because he IS and needs to be treated carefully. let him be vulnerable let him trust you properly

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yrsonpurpose · 2 months

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"bodies are just bodies"

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lokorum · 1 year

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"even the most benign of them, are like a hurricane off the coast"

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rodolfoparras · 7 months

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i am sliding this over to you on like a very long dining table

price with piercings

sure, he took them out because of his job in the military, and wasn't all that proud, since he got them at a whim back in his teenage years

the piercings never really closed, and there was no point letting it go to waste so when he's on leave he'll occasionally wear them. only when they're covered, though, he believes he still has an image to uphold

of course, the one he's not really sure of he wanted to keep at all, but it had a mostly positive feedback from his previous partners (imagine like a prince albert or apadravya piercings), which makes his view on it slightly better

or maybe... licking his happy trail up to his navel piercing and just taking a moment to appreciate it...

just Thoughts....

-🌷

Thinking about Price who first and foremost has a shitty tattoo and when I say shitty I mean faded with lots of blow out and super small in size, no intricate details at all, something he got when he was young and stupid maybe from a drunken night or from a dare. It’s somewhere on his chest barely visible from all the chest hair and it looks so good especially if he’s got a little chub, tummy soft pecs too and with a dainty gold chain around his neck and a pendent neatly laying between his pecs, to compliment the whole look.

And whenever you cuddle in bed your hand is resting on the place where the tattoo lays, mindlessly tracing it till he fall asleep or whenever you get intimate you make sure to kiss it while looking up at him beneath long black lashes and God if it doesn’t drive him crazy

So maybe Price doesn’t just have some tattoos, maybe he has some piercings too, piercings he rarely wore around you, piercings he hadn’t told you about because sure while his other partners enjoyed them, he didn’t know what you’d think of them especially because he was a bit older now, maybe you’d find it a bit strange or unfitting for a man his age. Although you’ve always been loving and accepting with him, it didn’t stop doubts from creeping up in his head but since he noticed just how much you loved his shitty tattoo he wanted to see if you’d love his piercings too

He didn’t make it obvious at first, only wearing a thin shirt that made the nipple piercing portray through the material, suppressing the smile on his face as he watched you take a glance at his chest, or squirming slight from when your hands would run along the expanse of his chest while he was making dinner, hands stopping momentarily when you felt a bump on the usual flat surface but you didn’t think much more of it as you went to set the table.

It was only at the end of the day that you had found out what was hidden beneath his clothes , when he was splayed out on your bed and you had a hand under his shirt, face going from surprise as the metal grazed your skin, to realization as you gently thumbed at the piercing.

You couldn’t get the shirt off fast enough, eyes drinking up the sight of the piercing and feeling your cock stir as you gently thumbed at it.

“When did you get this done?” You hear yourself say now a hair away from the piercing. As you speak he feels your hot breath washing over his skin and he feels goosebump raise on his body

“Always had it” he says under a shaky breath trying to act casual about it but you feel the way his hands grab ahold of your shirt to pull you closer to him.

“And you didn’t tell me about it?” You say before you swipe your tongue over the sensitive numb hearing a cry escape his lips as he arches up into your touch.

“Ah- didn’t - didn’t think you’d like it” he says between labored breath, cheeks flushed and hair mused as he looks at you with half lidded eyes.

“Let me show you just how much I like it,” you say before you latch onto his sensitive numb.

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While the nipple piercing had turned out to be a success he couldn’t help but sweat through his (yours) clothes as he waited for you in bed while wearing his magic cross piercing.

It had started off as a dare when he’d been much younger, to get the ampallang piercing to test his pain tolerance and although it’d hurt like a bitch, he’d managed to get it successfully. While it was a good boost to his ego, imagine his surprise when he discovered just how good it felt in bed, no matter if he was with a partner or doing solo play. So maybe he’d waltz into the same shop ears neck and cheeks burning while requesting a second piercing that would make up the magic cross on his tip.

While a majority of his partners had enjoyed his piercings there had been a handful of them that didn’t like the mouthful of metal that they were in for. So as he sat and waited for you in bed he couldn’t help but tug at the sheets anxiously wondering what you’d think of him after this.

As soon as you walk past the threshold and see him sprawled out your bed, you basically crawl over to him without thinking twice about it, caging him in under your weight and slotting your lips together

He immediately feels the tension bleed out his body, hands wrapping around your neck and lips eagerly kissing yours but he feels the tension bleed back in as a calloused hand runs up his thighs and he finds himself pulling away from the kiss, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he looks at you nervously.

You don’t even catch the look on his face because your eyes are glued to the spot where your shirt had trailed up his abdomen, now fully exposing his hard dick, and the jewelry that decorate the tip of it.

“Jesus Christ” you hear yourself say, hand reaching out and wrapping around the base of his length. “There’s more?”

“Just the nipple piercing and this” he says bashfully, cock slightly twitching in your grasp and feeling heat creep up on his neck cheeks and ears.

“Can I mean- I mean-“

“Please” he croaks out, back slightly arching into your touch and you quickly drag your hand up to the tip, thumbing experimentally at the barbells placed around it, feeling cool metal under your fingertips and watching the way the piercings gleam.

“when did you get these?” You say, voice breathy and strained, eyes wide and mouth agape as you continue to press and rub against the barbells.

“Before I joined ah- before I joined military- stupid ah - stupid dare” he says as you continue to thumb at the barbells.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” you groan out, your cock fully hard at the sight.

He burst out laughing before his arms go back around your neck, lips nibbling on your ear before whispering “how about you show me hm? You know they’re really fun to play-“

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before you’re smashing your lips together, ready to explore all the ways you can have fun with his piercings.

#alec answers #🌷 anon #I wrote half of this then went to eat randomly so that’s why it took an hour but I love this idea sososo MUH #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #dom male reader #bottom male character #sub male reader

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