a-mentally-ill-writer
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I shitpost because my squirrel brain has nothing better to do
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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the story of my day today
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this is exactly how it feels to get depressive moods at 4pm on a wednesday
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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MMMM HE THE DRUNKARD, HE LOOKS LIKE A BADDIE, HES A REBEL
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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someone help out my hornee friend pls donate knowledge
I wanna write for nu carnival so bad if it wasn’t for the fact my GAME DECIDED IT DIDNT WANNA OPEN ANYMORE so now I can’t play the game.
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That doesn’t mean I won’t write for it but now I don’t know the plot at all pats chapter two… including most of the character personalities… :’/
If someone would like to donate some knowledge and summarize the characters/plot briefly for me I’ll do a request for you 🙏 (of a chosen nu carnival character, smut included ofc)
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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OH YES ITS PERFECT
***SPOILERS***Childe in the Fortress of Meropide at the end of the archon quest:
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“Girlie…hey girlie get me tf out of here pls” Someone pls help me photoshop bars onto this pic
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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***SPOILERS***Childe in the Fortress of Meropide at the end of the archon quest:
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“Girlie…hey girlie get me tf out of here pls” Someone pls help me photoshop bars onto this pic
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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If you’ve ever wanted to see an upside down Paimon, here you are
I guess she was hungry enough to eat rocks rather than eating up all my damn mora
Don’t ask why Scaranara’s there, I don’t know either, I don’t remember him being involved in this quest.
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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Oh yes anything for daddy Neuvillette
I MEAN WHAAAT OH NOOOOO
KAEYA OILED UP NAKED ON A SATURDAY NIGHT *slaps his thighs* STRANGLE ME DADDY (this is a joke pls-)
Get ready to be publicly stoned/j
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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KAEYA OILED UP NAKED ON A SATURDAY NIGHT *slaps his thighs* STRANGLE ME DADDY (this is a joke pls-)
Get ready to be publicly stoned/j
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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SOMEBODY SAVE ME, MY SIMPING ASS HAS BEEN EXPOSED AAAAAAA
KAEYA OILED UP NAKED ON A SATURDAY NIGHT *slaps his thighs* STRANGLE ME DADDY (this is a joke pls-)
Get ready to be publicly stoned/j
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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Requesting Rules!
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Alright alright I know everybody’s been waiting so long for this but here I go!
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Requests list (0/5) [will bump up to 10 when I feel more comfortable]
To be added :3
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Allowed
Smut/fluff/headcannons/comfort/angst Requests
characters i feel inspired about
Furry stuff (if you wanna)
Some kinks (dubcon, knifeplay, aphrodisiacs, etc)
Vulgar language (it’s okay to say fuck it’s not a sin in my book lol)
Fem/male/NB reader request are my forte
M/M or M/F or F/F or even poly ships are great!
Now allowed
Some kinks (water sports, ageplay, snuff, etc)
Characters I don’t feel inspired to write
Hurtful language (words that are used to mean harm to me or others)
Private dms for requests. It feels kinda icky to me, and I can see anything in my asks perfectly fine.
Asks that are too specific. Some specific if fine but if it’s not in my jurisdiction I don’t know how to write it the way you’d like
Spam requests or requests after I say I’m full. I won’t blame you for a mistake but please try not to
proship is not allowed
One request per person at a time
Fandoms
Danganronpa, Hunter × Hunter, Obey Me, Genshin, Pokemon, Honkai Star Rail, Bungo Stray Dogs, raincode, shimoneta (maybe more)
Golden characters
Aka characters I’d LOVE to get requested for
Nagito, Scaramouche, Fuwa, and Lyney
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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A certain scientist is coming soon (pun intended) [smut - 2.2k words - breeding]
{my first time in a long time writing smut about girls so I hope you guys stay tuned! Coming out later today!}
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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Caretaker hcs for the main four master detectives (gnReader + platonic)
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-Halara
> strict, schedule, and routines
> rewards and punishments (nothing physical, their policy)
> does give in to puppy dog eyes
> love language - services
> explains everything (never says “because I said so”)
> has suplexed someone for bullying you
> has big brain and can sense if a meltdown is coming and handles it before it even started
> 10/10
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-desuhiko
> softie part 1
> cant stick to a schedule for the life of him
> the most affectionate caretaker ever
> anything you need, he’s on it
> also will beat up any meanies at the playground
> has once tossed you into the air (he caught you dw)
> plays tons of dress up
> one time he tried to dress up as your favorite animal to make you happy when you were upset
> but the zipper of his costume accidentally broke and he was stuck for hours
> made your day tho
> (imagining him crying out in panic, running around in circles as a tiny puppy is hilarious)
> 7/10
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-fubuki
> softie part 2
> showers you in literally anything you could possibly want and more (she’s rich asf)
> decks out a whole room in her mansion for you
> pillows, carpets, toys, plushies, swings, slides, ball pits, a fucking petting zoo too
> she’d do anything to see you smile
> also loves to take you to the park
> but ends up getting lost with you and stumbling into some random ancient ruins (she’s happy at least)
> carried you on her shoulders the whole time so your legs don’t hurt
>8/10
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-Vivia
> no activities or schedules with him
> it’s always nap time
> you’ll be his cute little teddy bear
> but on days you wanna do something, he’d be fine with coloring or watching tv with you
> once you drew a picture of him and showed it to him with a smile you could have sworn he smiled back
> gave you a gentle pet on the head and said you did a great job! :3 (was fighting back tears since he wished his parents did that to him)
> has to keep his dangerous items of fascination out of reach of your grabby hands
> he once chased you all over the house after you stole his syringe with a suspicious substance inside
> scolded you
> proceeded to cuddle you after
> 7/10
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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₊˚ᜊ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ᜊ˚₊ Devil’s Playmate ✦.˚ ; • . ★⋆’. °࿐࿔
✧Rating: Smut (exhibitionism + tons of dirty talk + face sitting + Fem/Afab!Reader)
✧Characters: Nagito
✧Word Count: 4.3k
✧Summary: It all starts with you accepting an innocent cup of hibiscus tea from your lovely but troublesome servant Nagito, the same kind of yea you’re given every morning. As you continue about your day with him at your side, you begin to feel a bit off. This weird feeling has driven itself under the expanse of your delicate skin, leaving it heated and flustered. But a lady like you had no time to entertain silly urges like lust. Little did you know the faithful servant you always keep by your side is growing more and more concerned for you. Don’t be surprised if he decides to take matters into his own hands to relieve that desire burning oh so painfully between your thighs. As you fall into his carefully laid out trap, you realize just who’s the servant after all.
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It all began on a quite unremarkable morning. You rest comfortably upon your plush velvet armchair while reading a book dressed in a faded red cover. You flip through a few of the aged manila pages before snapping the book shut, unamused at the little waiting game you’ve been forced to participate in.
“He’s late,” you remark out loud.
It was ten minutes past the eleventh hour, and he was yet to arrive with your cup of hibiscus tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar. He’s always been quite punctual. “How strange,” You make a note to speak with him about this sudden shift in behavior the moment you next see him. And as if on cue, a very hurried flurry of fuzzy white hair hurls its way into your parlor, gasping heavily.
“My mistress, my deepest apologies for my tardiness-“
“Speaking before being spoken to? Who might be because you’re clearly not my precious lapdog,” you inspect your groomed nails and flick your wrist, as if flinging a dagger right next to his head to put him in his place. He shivers at the silent threat and gets onto his knees.
“I suppose I’ve had worse servants,” she sighs and gently picks up the tempered glass teacup he set down on your side table, “But you still have quite a bit to learn.”
He offers a short nod and keeps his head low. Maybe he’s finally got his head in straight.
“Now speak, explain your attendance,” you motion for him to sit up. He does so and smiles gently at you, as if pleased just to be spoken to.
“A million apologies would not be enough to make up for my lateness, my mistress, I know. I am more than ashamed of myself. The reasoning is I unfortunately misplaced one of the key ingredients for your morning tea and spent a good deal of time retracing my steps,” he recounts.
You spare him a curt glance as you take the first sip of your tea. The flavor is just as fragrant and rich as ever with a tinge of something sweet. Did he add something to your tea without consulting you first?
“And what might this ever so important secret ingredient be?” You raise a curious eyebrow, making him sweat nervously.
“T-there’s no need to worry; it was just a mere drop of honey, my mistress. I noticed your slight distaste for the new blend of tea I’ve been brewing for you so I decided to add some sweetest. The only problem was after unpacking the new bottles yesterday, I happened to misplace them. How unfortunate…” he sighed in regret.
“I think I understand now. I’ll let it slide this time but remember to be more punctual,” you add as you continue helping yourself to your tea and your book. You would have resorted to a harsher punishment if he was anyone else but you understand these little slip ups are all caused by his curse of a luck cycle. No use punishing something out of his control. You wave him off with your foot, too consumed in your own affairs. After kneeling one more time, gently grasping your clothed foot to kiss the top, he rises and exits the room. A small amused grin is hidden behind the crimson cover of your book.
Once your morning tea has run dry, it’s time for the next objective in your long schedule: A brisk walk through the gardens to inspect the landscaper’s work, followed closely by an important meeting with an esteemed author looking to sell their rare collection of discontinued books. Then the annual check in with the servants of the house to make sure everything is in order. After that is a well deserved ride around town on horseback. Lastly, to finish off your day you have a few letters to pen before dusk. Quite a busy day you have ahead of you, but you won’t be doing this alone. As you depart your study, Nagito, your servant from before, appears at your side.
“How are you feeling after your tea break, my mistress?” He inquired with a gentle smile.
“Delightful, as usual,” you nod, not sparing him a glance.
“That’s wonderful to hear, my lady. If there’s anything you’d like to ask of me, please, I’m yours to command,” he urges.
“Nothing I can think of. Won’t you join me on my daily walk out in the gardens?” You offer.
His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “O-Of course, I’d be honored! How lucky am I… to go from a tardy mess to a- oh, forgive my mindless rambles, my mistress,” he chuckles apologetically and shuts his mouth tight. You two make your way out the back of the mansion and enter the lush gardens. Workers can be seen throughout the sprawling green fields preening the hedges, watering flowers, and plucking weeds. Truly a sight behind. You reside yourself strolling through the winding paths of ivy and petals, each one more radiant than the last. As your fingertips trace over the delicate buds, you feel a subtle heat spanning over your cheeks. The sensation is strange but not enough to raise any concern.
“My lady, you’re looking a bit red. May I offer this parasol as shade?” Nagito opens the parasol and holds it above your head, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun.
“Thank you kindly,” you softly smile at him before continuing your walk. As you examine the flora, the heat of before persists. It starts to make you feel slightly dizzy, but a lady must continue her task no matter the circumstance. Your wandering eyes lock onto your servant. He’s dressed in a loose fitting, rufflely white shirt with tight black slacks, a few silver rings adorn his fingers. They are actually his prized possessions he was gifted by you on his birthday, resulting in a hurricane of thank you’s and tears. He looked rather dashing, even if the outfit was rather simple. D-did you just…? You purse your lips and snap your attention away and back to the matter at hand. A lady of your high class shouldn’t be checking out her servant in such a unbefitting way. What has gotten into you?
“My lady, are you alright? You look a touch bothered by something. Can I be of assistance?” Nagito asks compassionately with an innocent tone.
“It’s nothing, I just feel a bit off today,” you brush off the question and make your way inside with your servant following closely behind.
“A bit off? Could you elaborate a little more, my lady?” He pushes, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. Your dart around the hallway, noticing a few maids dusting the tables and fixing the curtains. A more secluded space would be best.
As if reading your thought process word for word, he carefully leads you to one of the spare rooms reserved for guests. You gasp as he hooks a finger under your chin to examine your rosy cheeks, the proximity making this unknown heat under your skin flare up.
“Oh my… my lady, you don’t seem well. Did you have a fever? But you haven't shown any other symptoms… oh, I’ve got it! It’s most likely a sunburn from over exposure to the sun? Forgive me for not fetching a parasol sooner, my mistress. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you by alleviating any ailments you might be having. Please, rest on the bed while I gather some medicine for you, my mistress,” he bows before making a quick exit. You humor him by taking a seat at the edge of the neatly tucked bed. The gall he has to give you orders… As you wait patiently for his return, the heat from before spreads under your skin, focusing its assault on the plush region between your thighs. In no way is this some silly sunburn; It felt as though your lower area had been ignited with the fires of lust by Eros himself. Whoever was playing this cruel joke on you clearly doesn’t know who they're messing with.
“I’ve returned, my mistress! I’m sorry to make you wait for so long, I have bad news. The author is already here waiting for you in the meeting room on floor three,” he races to your side and returns to his knees as an apology. How greatly unfortunate… Maybe your servant’s poor luck was contagious.
“Fine then. Let us go; we can’t leave him waiting,” you rise swiftly to your feet and make your way to the stairs. No matter how badly her body craves attention, a true lady must always put aside her own needs to attend to her duties.
“M-my lady, you don’t look well, maybe we should-“ he tries to reach for your hand only for it to be swatted away.
“Someone clearly has problems holding their tongue. Maybe I should rip it out so it won’t give you any problems speaking out of turn again. Would you like that?” You warn with a scathing glower.
“N-no, my lady! I would like to keep my tongue i-if that’s an option,” he chuckles nervously, shuffling behind you.
“Then know your place,” you brush him off and enter the room in front of you where the author is waiting patiently. You take a seat in front of him and cross your legs and Nagito kneels down next to you by your feet. As you and the author are discussing the book series you plan on buying from them, your legs shift around uncomfortably from the aching feeling under your dress. You notice his eyes peeking down at your shifting legs every so often before immediately glancing to the floor. He was always so very caring but now was really not the time for his inappropriate stares. Even the slightest attention to your lower area made the process of hiding it more difficult than it needed to be. When the author turned around to unpack the books in his briefcase, your servant placed a gentle hand on your thigh, looking up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes like he’s pleading for something. If it’s what you think it to be he’d be in for a thorough punishment later.
“Please tell me what’s wrong, mistress…” he whispered to you, his hand stroking down the thigh. You flicked away his wandering hand and focused back on the array of books strewn out on the table. You picked up the first book of the series and began flipping through it. The text was neatly printed, its pages pearly white and free of aging. It was in excellent condition, considering it’s a much older series. As you neared the middle, a strange tickling sensation kept up your thigh from under your fluffy dress. You bite your lip and ignore it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone you’re trying to make a deal with.
“I think I know what’s wrong, my lady… your body is all wound up….” His airy voice drifts out from under the tablecloth, “Don’t worry… a good servant always attends to the needs of his lady~”
Just as you’re about to yank him out from under the table, his delicate fingertips trace the area next to your lacy panties.
“Uh… if everything is alright, miss? You look a bit bewildered,” the author asks.
You clear your throat, “Forgive my rudeness, but there’s an important matter I must attend to this very second. It won’t take long, please wait for my return,” you give a short curtsy to the author and step away from the table, yanking your naughty servant out from under the table and pulling him roughly out of the room. You can only imagine the horror on that poor author's face. After a speedy jaunt to your bedroom, she pushes him onto the bed and curses his name.
“The damned whore, how dare you try something like that not only in front of such a famous author but also without permission. I should have you exiled from the mansion, if not the whole nation for that! What do you have to say for yourself?” You snarl, towering over him with a violent aura.
“My lady, please forgive my inappropriate actions, all I wish to do is to serve you,” he soothes, laying on his back and pulling you closer to him by the hips, “try as you might to hide your needs but you should know you can’t keep a secret from me~”
You try to step back from his menacing words, “what do you mean by that?”
“Would you please allow me the privilege to show you?~” he coos to you after pulling you back and onto his thighs. You groan as your clothes sex accidentally swipes over his sturdy thigh, covering your embarrassed blush with the back of your hand.
“Oh? My lady, if you’re trying to seem like you’re an abstaining, pure soul, forgive me for this, but you’re not doing that great of a job,” he smirks up at you. This devil of a man under you is clearly getting a rise from tempting your body's cravings.
“I told you, it’s nothing, now release me so I can go back t-hnngg~” an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips as he drags your hips up his body, grinding your sex over his stomach and up to his chest. The relief of touch on the throbbing location felt like pure bliss but you knew he was just messing with you. You wouldn’t dare give him the honor of another pleasured groan so you force yourself to look away.
“Are you absolutely sure you don’t have any urges a servant like me could take care of? Not a single ache, bruise, or itch?~ If I’m allowed to gloat just a bit, I’m veerryy good at relieving urges~” He purred softly, pressing your plush thighs against either side of his head, your twitching sex hovering over his panting mouth. His eyes were glazed over with desire like he’s in a trance, his mouth streaming with drool, face covered in a deep blush. He looked like even more of a mess than you did.
“N-no, not in the slightest,” you stammer out.
“Are you sure?~ well, then… I don’t think you’d mind if I… just give this spot down here a check, just in case~” he bites his lip as he pulls your panties to the side, strings of drooling desire clinging to the thin fabric. He audibly moans at the sight, licking his lips.
“Oh my…. My mistress, it seems like I’ve found the source of the problem… your poor sex is crying out for some attention. Did something happen to make you so unbelievably turned on? Does it hurt… my lady?~” he murmurs to you, tracing a finger over your swollen bud. Even though the touch was faint and barely there, it still had your cunt clenching around nothing, an unsightly and almost inhuman amount of slick pooling onto his chin.
“Y-you… if my mind wasn’t so… cloudy, I’d knock some sense into you. B… but… yes, I guess… it does hurt a bit,” you hesitatingly admit, being met with a delighted moan.
“Just as I thought. There’s no need to fret, my mistress. Your servant is here to make all your problems go away…~ All this pussy needs is some good service and you’ll feel better in no time,” he chuckles with a friendly smile, a pure contrast to the sinful looks he was giving your cunt only a few seconds ago.
“You dare speak in such a vulgar way to me?!” You snarl down at him.
“Come on… I know your womanhood is craving something…” he teases, swiping his index finger along your labia.
“M-my ‘womanhood’ has no such cravings. Seize this nonsense of I-I’ll.. ah…” you let out another groan as he rubs over your puckering entrance. You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to yank him by the hair so smash his lewd mouth against your pussy or fling him straight into the dungeon and leave his incubus nature to rot there alone.
“Oh but mistress, you can deny it all you want, but your body only speaks the truth. I can tell how badly it wants my fingers stretching it out… or better yet, why not just let it sit right here on my face. You don’t even have to worry if I can breathe or not~ I won’t complain,” he grins and inches your body closer. It’s taking all your strength to hold your body up and away from the temptation nudged right between your trembling thighs.
“Just a little bit further~ the longer you try to hold yourself back, the longer you’ll be leaving the author waiting. You wouldn’t want him to come looking for you just to see you riding your poor servant's mouth like some sort of prostitute~” he teases, stroking your inner thighs some more. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Against every thought in your mind, you lower yourself fully onto his awaiting tongue.
“Tha-Ahh!~ that’s it~ there you go, mistress~ now just use my mouth in any way you want. Use me as the slutty toy I am, my horny mistress~” his voice cracks from the pure levels of pleasure racing through his body right now, digging his nails into your thighs as your body slowly begins to rock against his mouth. And damn, was he good with his mouth. You’ve never felt anything quite as pleasurable as the feeling of his tongue lapping up the slick pouring from your entrance, teasing the rim before shoving its length inside. His nose perfectly rubs against your sensitive clit, making your whole entire body shake. Your back aches as a needy moan rips from your throat, humping against his tongue like this is your first time experiencing real pleasure. You felt like nothing more than a common whore dressed in the diamonds and gowns of a privileged lady. Nagito had that effect on you.
“Why… aghhh.. how… Hahh Ahh… how am I… this turned on?” You stammer out between broken moans and grunts.
“Just a little trick I have up my sleeve~ or… more like it your tea~ heheh, but there’s need to dwell on it, just focus on using me for your pleasure~ The true role… of a servant~” he babbles to himself as the tip of his tongue nudges your g spot.
A loud moan erupts from your throat, “Hahh- Aghh!! Oh.. oh my… d.. damn you…”
“Oh?~ did my dirty touch hit a sensitive spot? What would happen if I did it again, I wonder?” He smirks up at you before thrusting his wet muscle against the sponges spot inside your walls that had you grasping his hair for dear life.
“Agh… you… damned mutt…” You continue linking together a string of curses and degrading words as you feel a worrisome sensation straining against your cunt. The more his tongue pounds into your sex, the stronger this sensation gets.
“Come on, mistress… just a little bit longer… the release you’ve been longing for for so long is almost ready to burst~” he giggles in delightful anticipation.
“I hate you so much…” she groans, knowing this whole entire problem is definitely his doing. The servant before you, the one slurping up your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal, has always such a tease. Images of all the explicit situations he’s gotten you into before flood your mind as you prepare for your final release. You hated how he tempts you into such lustful acts with knowing damn well his lower position of power in regards to you but every time he found his way in between your legs, it always made you remember the kind of servant he is. He’s not a butler, secretary, assistant, or any only formal word in the book. He was a toy, your toy to use for your pleasure, as he calls it. But it always feels like it’s the other way around. As his hot tongue fucks in and out of your tight pussy, you both can tell how close to the edge you are.
“Please my mistress, please grace my tongue with the delicious taste of your cum~” he begs in garbled words, babbling nonsense like he’s lost his mind; like he’s high off the taste of your sweet nectar.
“Aghhhh.. Hahhh.. ha- ah! O-okay… fine. But just… j-just one. Only once, got it?” You shoot him a glare.
“Yes my lady, only one~ only one, that’s all~ hehe… hahah… ahhahaaa~” his sinister cackles leave you questioning if he really means it. The quivering on your pussy gets stronger and stronger as it threatens to release sprays of steamy cum into the needy expanse of his mouth. His eyes roll back into a beautiful sight of depravity as your cum spills onto his mouth, painting his lips, nose, and entire face in a layer of thick liquid. The sight is downright appalling, enough to make anyone grimace.
You quickly recover from the euphoric blast of an orgasm he just gave you and tries to lift off his tongue, “I think I've had enough of thi- huh?”
Nagito’s face, more specifically his eyes, swirl like two dark pools of inescapable lust, dragging you in. He forces your body firmly on his tongue and continues to eat you out, “My apologies, but I think I’ve missed a spot… just one more orgasm should clear it right up~”
“Oh no, don’t you even thi- Aghh, t-think about it, you better stop or… or… nghhh hah~” your voice trembles with rage as you try to pry your shaking body off his slutty mouth.
“Please my mistress, just one more~ I can’t be a good servant unless I thoroughly relieve every desire your body clings onto. This won’t take long, I promise~” the mischievous expression on his face clearly states otherwise but the dreadfully good drag of his tongue along your cunt, giving your clit a couple playful sucks as if you're throwing any other needs out the window. The only thoughts you’re thinking right now is riding his face until he eventually lets you go.
“There you go… just like that~ use me… use me for your pleasure~ that's all I want, all I could ever want. I exist only to bring you a countless amount of orgasms~ my only use is being your sex toy~ so please, use me however you see fit! Just as long as you keep smothering me with that beautiful, beautiful pussy~” he coos almost like he’s talking to your sex itself. His tongue leaves you lost in the sea of desire, making you feel so good you wouldn’t be surprised if every servant in the mansion could hear your cries of bliss.
“What a naughty mistress… I bet everyone can hear you, clear as day. You like that though, don’t you? I think you do… you like the idea of the people who wait on your every need hearing you cry out another servant’s name… the prim and proper lady they serve turned into a whore all because of my pathetic excuse of a tongue. Maybe… maybe they’re getting horny… you like that thought?” His words and pure filth but you just can’t stop letting them consume you.
“Uhuh.. yes… oh… ohhh god yess~” you tilt her head back and release a moan.
“You like the thought of all your servants unable to control themselves while listening to you moan above me? I wonder what they could be doing… maybe they’re all touching themselves… they know they shouldn’t but they just can’t help it. They're just too horny to control themselves~ Just like you, mistress,” he snickers devilishly. All this arousal, all this teasing was really starting to get to you. Drool and tears made your makeup melt off your face, staining your angelic satin dress. If you weren’t so fucked out you’d totally punish him for a lifetime for everything he’s done: Dirtying your dress, interrupting your meeting with an important person, touching you multiple times without permission, disobeying commands… but you won’t again think of his tongue. His skilled, hot tongue rubbing against every spot in your pussy that had you on the verge of cumming was practically your weakness. He knew this fact all too well.
“Does my mistress have a secret kinky side?~ Could you be just as sinful as me?~ then come on, my lady… let us be consumed in desires together… don’t stop cumming till I suffocate against your pussy… and even then, just keep using my body. Aghh yess… to be used by you… it’s my only desire… I’ll please you… I’ll please you for days if you’d like… so please…. Give me an order~ P-please, oh please my mistress, order me!~” he cries out in desperation, his hips jumping in the air for any slight bit of friction his tight slacks can’t offer him.
“An order… I… aghhh… I order you t-to keep going… and don’t stop t-till… you fulfill your role as… my sex slave,” you finally manage out, greeted with an immediate guttural moan.
“Y-yesss oh gods yess I will, I- Ahh, I will, I will I will! For you I’ll be the best sex slave e-ever~ I’ll please you, I please you, I swear! I’ll make you cum… I’ll make you lose your mind… just watch me… watch me work my magic on your gorgeously horny body…~” he babbles between slurps and moans as his tongue shoves itself deeper into your gooey pussy. In that moment you finally realized the truth. You’re not the true mistress who uses your little slutty toy for your own pleasure, you’re the slutty toy he uses for his own pleasure. But there’s nothing that can be done to change it besides applying more and more weight to his hungry mouth. He chuckled maddenly to himself…
All according to plan~
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(Sorry for that break, I needed a moment’s peace to realize why I’m writing in the first place. I’m back in action so don’t worry! Aaaaaand I’ll immediately go back to hibernation from binge writing this in only a few hours. Stay turned for my next post, love you guys!!~)
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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Im so sorry I’m a bit late into posting it today T3T I got caught up in some other things but it’s now published and ready to be consumed!
(Devil’s playmate) - mistress!reader x servant!nagito
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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VOTE XIAO YALL PLS PLS IM A SIMP WITH PROBLEMS
Aw hell anyone who’s a part of these fandoms probably has issues BUT STILL
(All smut btw)
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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Xiao is always watching…
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Did anyone else notice that Xiao was staring at us in the distance during the Baizhu story quest? Before we go into the domain? I spotted him and abandoned all else to see him. yes I’m a simp why do you ask
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a-mentally-ill-writer · 1 year ago
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(All smut btw)
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