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lixies-favorite-cookie · 4 months ago

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eat your words ◦ l.f

-in a spiral of whiskey-induced stupidity, you claim felix couldn't dominate you even if he tried—oh, how he's going to make you eat your words.

Paring◦ First time dom!Lee Felix x sub!Reader

Words◦ 2290

Genre ◦ smut, porn with NO plot 😋

Warnings ◦ teasing, kissing, biting, felix being a cocky little shit, questionable dialogue, praise, clothes ripping, boob groping,the start of some fingering, uhhh I think that's it

Taglist ◦ @thetoastghost222 my little pookie wookie sweetie pie <33

A/N ◦ this was originally supposed to be super hard smut like the kinkiest sex known to man kind but then mid way through I found out I HATE writing smut 😃soooo you guys are getting the weird little build up I did to get to the actual smut part and I may or may not a million years in the future write a continuation very unlikely though I really hope I didn't disappoint anybody 🫶

~cookiecreates 🍪

“I don't think you can do it,” You shrug your shoulders, staring at your smirking reflection swirling in the amber glass. His face shifts, a brow lifting ever so slightly, almost unnoticeable, but the way his eyes harden into a sharp, dangerous gaze isn't—challenging, testing irises narrowing like a predator stalking its prey. It was an odd metaphor, sure, but the way he gripped his cup in his hands, squeezing until his flesh turned white, made you tremble both in anticipation and terror, it was the type of fear that made your brain fog and your heart pound, and as the warm whiskey sloshed against the rim of the cup, you could have sworn; you saw the glass bend.

Humans are complicated structures like thick, vibrant layers of dried paint, but when you chip us into the rawest form of art, the naked easel, we are straightforward creatures, and sometimes all you need to do is prod the right places to get there.

“I don't think you can be dominant,” you smile against the edge of your drink, tipping the rest of the liquid back. Maybe it was the whiskey that made you lie or the almost intrinsic need to feel his hands digging into your hips, but either way, your mouth seemed to move without your mind's consent, and right now your vagina didn't care which one it was.

“And why's that?" He leans forward, his elbows on his knees, his lips quirking in a devilish grin. He cocks his head to the side, almost daring you to answer like either way; your words will be wrong. You squeeze your folded thighs in some feeble form to ease the tension that pulses between your legs, clit begging for his attention, longing for his touch, your needy, needy for him.

“You're so…” You tip your cup, a finger lightly teasing the rim, your eyes wander, toying with his patience. You act so nonchalant, so sure in your statement in the way you bounce the glass around as if you couldn't be bothered by the potential consequences of your actions, but little did he know lust smells like whiskey and wine—a rich sort of tang, and as you taste the words on your tongue, the thought of sex has never sounded so-

“Sweet,” your gaze lands on him in all his taut glory, annoyance pulsating off of him in waves. His back is tense against the chair as he folds his arms, both making his black dress shirt hug his chest and sinch around his biceps. He has never looked so alluring, so delectable, so tempting. He sucks his teeth, tongue pressing against his cheek.

“You know, I'm going to make you eat your words,” he states confidently, stretching his arms on the top of the chair, spreading his legs apart, flaunting his growing bulge. Saliva pools in your mouth, the only thing keeping you from drooling is the way you press your lips together, blinking back the waves of arousal that soak your panties.

"Well, what are you waiting for?” he beckons you with two fingers before promptly gesturing to his lap. “Don't tell me you're having second thoughts already.” You hop up from your chair, tossing your drained glass onto the bar beside you; practically tripping to sit on his lap.

"Someone's eager,” he smirks, wrapping thick fingers around the colom of your neck, smashing your lips together. You gasp into the kiss, pleasantly surprised by his greedy movements; palms moving impatiently across your skin.

“I want everything off,” you nod, matching his fervent fingers—fighting to unbutton your blouse—and instead of doing what any normal, sane person would do in a situation like this, asking you to unbutton it, he simply rips the fabric apart, literally tearing it off your person like a flimsy piece of wood. Your jaw drops as the buttons clatter to the floor.

"Felix,” you start, but his feverish mouth stops you. “It was in the way,” he snarls, unclasping the back of your bra. “You better buy me another one." You breathe, pulling away, but his hand laces in your hair, bringing you back. “You have my card, darling, buy 10." There's nothing more sexy than using somebody else's money and knowing it won't hurt their bank account a bit.

“Oh, baby, you really know how to talk dirty to me." Your snarky words quickly fizz out into a breathy moan when he forces your hips down, rubbing your clit against his hardened bulge. His kisses are frenzied, an almost desperate passion bubbling beneath the surface of all those harsh words and dead buttons lying idly on the floor.

“Are you 100% sure you want to test this theory, love, 'cause once I start,” his teeth scrape across the fragile flesh of your lip. “I don't think I could stop,” he growls, dragging his palms up your naked waist to knead your tits. A shaky sigh tumbles from your throat, feeling the friction of his calloused hands on your nipples.

“Then don't,” you gasp, caught in this perceptual state of euphoria. Your sentences are exchanged through steaming kisses, not seeing the reason to pull away or breathe, for that matter—why would you need oxygen when you're sitting on Lee Fucking Felix's lap?

His mouth turns hesitant as his thighs tense beneath you like he wants to lift you up, but his morals are stopping him. He sighs, pulling away from your lips, which you whine at, missing his heat.

“I ethically can't carry out all the things I'm thinking about doing to you without your full and complete consent.” Your heart swells with warmth at his caring gesture to get your permission.

“Yes, Felix, you have my consent to do-” You lean in to gasp the words on his lips, “Anything to me, now please,” you beg pathetically, "Make me eat my words.” That was all he needed to hoist you up and chuck you on the bed like a paper doll, completely weightless, fluttering into the sheets.

You squeal, his gaze setting fire to your soul, scorching lines as he lingers over the soft ridges of your chest, drifting down into your clothed cunt. You can almost feel him ripping off your thong. He leers at the foot of the bed, slowly pulling apart every single solitary button with provoking patience. He was purely evil for taking so long to do such a simple task, especially when your shirt lays deceased somewhere in shreds on the bedroom floor.

"You know Felix. How would my shirt think seeing its distant cousin being so carefully treated?” You meant it as a joke, but apparently, Felix wasn't really in the mood for jokes. The way he wildly yanks your ankles towards him crawling over you with a half-unbuttoned shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, only giving you a peak into his chiseled frame.

"That fucking mouth." He cages you onto the bed, engulfing you with his body. “That fucking mouth is going to get you into a lot of trouble, baby." His voice is a low rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest. It sends pings of pleasure rushing up your spine.

"All the things I should do to you." He drags his lips down your jawline, peppering light kisses across your neck. “For that comment,” he nips that sensitive spot just beneath the bone, pulling a pathetic whimper out of you. “I'm going to make you suffer.” his actions are a complete contraindication to his aggravated tone; soft, gentle pecks that feel like wildfire raging through your muscles. His lips are light on the sweet spots of your skin, “I'm going to tease you until it feels like you can't take it anymore,” he ghosts his mouth over your flesh, hot breath blazing bliss through your bones.

"I"

Kiss

"Could"

Kiss

"Do"

Kiss

"This"

Kiss

"All"

Kiss

"Night-"

You quiver as his finger caresses the collar of your shirt, dragging it ever-

Slightly

Down

Tension thrums through the room as your clit throbs for his touch. You just want to shove his face into your cunt and let his wandering tongue toy with the delicate bud and not the collarbone he's teasing with his teeth.

“I could tease you for hours, dragging my lips across your skin,” he's acting out everything he says like some sick, twisted play, “How long do you think you would last?” Not very fuckin' long, you know that for sure, the way his wandering hands seem to graze every stretch of skin at an excruciatingly steady pace and yet skirting right across the spots where you yearn for him the most. “I touch you in every place-” He drags his finger up the length of your waist, drifting between the valley of your breasts, just to stroke soft circles around your nipple, avoiding the sensitive skin in-between. He leans into your ear, fanning hot, sultry breaths across your cheek. Your body erupts in goosebumps as his voice drops in tone. “You don't want me." You squeeze your eyes shut, breath hitching in your throat; you're genuinely convinced you're going to die, combusting into a million bursting burning flames. There was a configuration on your skin, and the only way to put it out was Felix's face between your thighs; as if he could read your mind, he drifts downward, crawling back on the bed.

He drops to his knees in front of you, still seeming so powerful in his submissive stance, and when he lifts your ankle to his lips, you realize he's teasing you even on the floor with glassy half-lidded eyes blown wide with lust. His mouth was carrassesing the ball of your anckle; tongue, tracing the line of your calf. It was such a passionate form of pain, the way his teeth dug into your flesh only for his tongue to soothe the ache.

Your head tilted backward, spinning in the way he worshipped you, his tongue telling you words his brain couldn't quite convey. It was oddly intimate, especially as his lips brushed the swell of your thighs, whispering secret promises on your skin. It felt like time had cracked—trickling into an absent form of nothingness. You tremble beneath the possessive pads of his hands, holding your bucking hips down.

“Please” you whine, frustrated tears forming pools in your lash line. He's so brutal yet so beautiful, all at the same time; It reminded you of some sort of twisted poetry, a sensual paradox, living under the laws of juxtaposition—the vulgar words melted into the page, twisting and turning into your deepest dirtiest fantasies; no matter how sinful the words seemed to be, they always sprouted into something stunning like a blackened rose or a burning butterfly. You can't help but admire the way their wings flutter off, glowing like a dying star, flaring its final goodbye—soft hues of a bold, blazing blue before slowly being snuffed out.

(cookies interuptions: i dont know how i felt about that 😖)

Your stomach soared as your lashes stuttered shut, eyes rolling in the back of your head as he probs the muscle of your hip with his tongue, not before promptly dragging his teeth across the bone.

"Felix," You whine, squeezing the sheets beneath your palms,

“This was what you wanted, yeah?” His voice feels like fire on your skin.

“No."

“No?” he mocks, pouting in some sick form of sympathy.

“No!” You whip your head around violently, slamming your fists onto the bed. Your frustration must have sparked a loose wire in your head, making you a little bit wild and a lot a bit stupid. He grabs your face, roughly squeezing the flesh of your cheeks. His eyes narrow in a stern gaze.

“Don't test me." He snaps, digging his fingers harder, forcing your lips into a pitiful pout. “You started this love,” he says, dropping his hand to trace a finger over the curve of your lip. “Don't get upset when it doesn't go the way you planned.”

He draws patterns on your skin, blazing a bitter path from your lips down the curve of your jaw, dripping into the valley of your breasts. You pant, breath stuttering in your throat.

"What did you think was going to happen, love, with that snarky little mouth of yours?” He creeps lower. “You want me to touch you?” he whispers, sadistically inching two fingers closer to your clenching core. His voice was like molten cream trickling down his trachea.

"Prove to me you can listen.” His hand dips into your panties “Prove to me you can be a good girl.” You sigh, body buzzing with anticipation. It felt like the planets were finally aligning in a swelling earth-shattering symphony, and as he sank into the bed, creeping his face closer to your throbbing core, you clench your eyelids closed, muscles rigid with suspense. He tisks, tilting your head forward.

"Look at me, love” His lips dust over your clothed clit “Keep those pretty eyes on me.”

You moan, both at his words and how he licks a hot, wet stripe up your concealed entrance; reluctantly, you tilt your head up, positioning yourself over the stacked pillows so you won't droop.

“That's my girl." His eyes were heavy with lust, like drops of honey swimming in pools of ink; the way his pupils took control of his usually sunny aura, dominance seemed to transform him. He was like a burning butterfly confined in a chrysalis too long, and even with his wings fluttering off, he knew he was going to make the most of the time while they were still attached to his skin.

Oh, how he was going to make you eat your words.

©CookieCreates (posted: July, 4th 2024) All rights reserved. Do not translate, copy, or claim my works as yours! I only post on this platform so if any of my works are elsewhere, report and notify me immediately.

may y/ns shirt rest in peace

let us all mourn 😞

~cookiecreates 🍪

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otherworldly-tresses · 1 year ago

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Fae x Reader

The Will Of Your Master

Summary: You are sent to seduce a Fae of the Summer Court at the will of your master.

Tags: monsterfucking, some mild elements of dubcon, royalty

Notes:

-Words used include: whore, slut

-Reader has breasts and a vagina, PIV sex involved

-Faeries in this setting are more insectoid and are usually very tall (about 6 and a half feet for the nobility). They have varieties of insectoid body parts, varying per individual (some have claspers, others have extra limbs, spare eyes, etc.)

-Sorry if this is not very well-edited, it's been a while since I've written/edited anything and self-editing my own work is a bit of a sore spot for reasons

-This might be a multi-parter (MIGHT)

-I'll probably edit this when I'm more awake

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The sweet scent of fae food and ethereal perfumes float through the air. The sounds of soft music and crystal drinking glasses echo across all the attendants of the ball. Laughter, singing, and casual conversation punctuates the air as Fae of all shapes, courts, and sizes dance to the live music, played from crystal instruments with no visible musicians. Only very few humans are in this party, all of whom are pets and servants of the Fae, taken for whatever reason.

You were one of them, taken from the mortal world a year ago. Any other person would have been horrified, begging for a way home. But why wouldn’t you want to live here? Your old life was miserable, marred by things outside of your control. At least here, your master afforded you some level of freedom, though the rules of the fae often eluded you.

Your Master, a tall Lord of the Winter Court was busy chatting up three specters, fae creatures that skulked about in cloaks and ominous, icy winds. By the time the night was over, they would have three more powerful allies for their inscrutable needs. They didn’t have time for you right now. But that was all right. You had a job to do for tonight, given to you a night before. You knew exactly who to approach, and what to do to them.

You weave through the crowd, casually plucking up a glass of clear wine from a passing server. Your target, Lord Lumentia of the Summer Court is fairly visible through the colors, being tall even for the Fae. He is dressed in a dizzying display of red, orange, and brown, his exquisitely pattened clothing mirroring his large, mothlike wings. He was speaking to several envoys of the Summer Court, all dressed in bright yellow, listening with rapt attention. He had always been described as a person who knew how to keep a kind, faint smile, though that smile was very easily ripped off to betray baser instincts and truer emotions.

It wouldn’t do for you to interrupt a Fae Lord’s conversation. You had to get his attention some other way. You look left and right. A commotion would cause too much of a disturbance, and unfortunately, none of the Fae around you owed you favors.

A soft voice, like spider’s silk, makes its way to your ears from behind you. “Hello, darling human. May I have this dance?”

You turn around, slightly surprised that anyone was able to sneak up on you. A stark white Winter Court Fae with eight red eyes towers over you, even taller than Master Orellia, their thin, spindly fingers reaching out to caress your face. You manage to keep your composure, curtsying before them as their thin fingers barely graze your skin. None of the other Fae around you notice, too busy with their own affairs.

You gauge your options. Even if you refused, the Fae have their ways of roping you into their will, if you weren’t careful. On the other hand, you could use this dance to your advantage somehow, if this individual was in a good mood.

You put on a smile and take the fae’s hand. Their smile widens, and you are taken into a dance. You waltz with this creature, following their overlong steps as well as you can. They ease into the rhythm of the music, their motions eerily spiderlike and silent as they follow you with pure-black eyes.

They lift your arm and you pirouette. For a moment, you spot Lord Lumentia, watching you through six eyes, the three faceless Summer Court fae also following you with their faces. Several other fae were also watching you with curiosity, some people whispering behind their hands.

You return to your dance partner. They take your hands and pull you close, bending over so that the two of you face to face. Their red eyes eyes gaze into yours, a cold, biting pressure emanating from them.

You feel the noise from around you fade away. You only have a split second of realization that you let your guard down and got charmed, before your own thoughts are subsumed by a feeling of icy dread, creeping up your senses. You cannot even break your gaze to check if the ice is real. Your entire body is rooted to the spot. You feel the silk of spiders start to wrap you in their web.

A clear voice cuts through the fog, a sunbeam through a cloud. “That’s enough for now.”

You suddenly feel your thoughts return to you and inhale sharply, realizing that you hadn’t taken a breath. You feel a warm presence next to you, like the sun. Someone puts ahand on your back, and you realize that it is Lord Lumentia, standing at your side and looking at your dance partner. He has a faint smile on his face.

“It would not do well for you to charm someone else’s subjects, Ievis.”

“Chancellor Ievis,” the pale figure hissed.

“Apologies, Chancellor.” Lord Lumentia’s smile widened, but you sense steel behind it. “I should not have forgotten your station. But imagine the harm it would do to yours if you were caught overstepping your boundaries.”

The Summer Fae waved a hand. Most of the other fae were busy with the party, but quite a few were staring at Chancellor Indalor, some with suspicion, others with disappointment.

“Now, I do not want to get in the way of your enjoyment.” Lord Lumentia continued, nodding in a farce of politeness. “There is still much time left in the night, and I have to ensure that our little friend here--” You feel his hand at your back push into you, “is unharmed.”

Chancellor Ievis watches for a moment as Lord Lumentia leads you, hand on your back, through the crowd. Normally, Lord Lumentia would be important enough for people to be jumping out of his path, but he seems to be employing some kind of spell to minimize being noticed. He gives you a quick smile as you walk, but you can sense a calculating aura from behind his golden eyes.

He leads you through the crowd to the doors leading to the balcony. They were only slightly ajar, but large enough that both Lord Lumentia and you could walk to the outside without brushing the doors. The moment you step out, the doors shut silently. Lord Lumentia’s pace quickens, and you struggle to keep up lest his hand topples you over. He leads you to the right side of the door, to the stone brick walls, well out of earshot.

“Thank you, Lord Lumentia,” you say.

The hand behind you withdraws. You look up at Lord Lumentia, his smile already gone. He regards you suspiciously, gazing down at you from his height.

“Well, well. Orellia’s pet has come to play.” His once warm tone is gone, to be replaced with something steely, but still smooth and regal. “I know they sent you for something. Those of the Winter Court never seem to be able to hold a proper conversation with us without all the scheming.”

You remain composed, and curtsy, just as you had practiced hundreds of times. “Congratulations, sire. You are correct.”

Lord Lumentia’s six eyes narrow. He steps closer and bends down, regarding you closely. After a moment, he huffs. “If he had wanted me dead, he should have sent someone fitter. A killer. You’re no killer. You don’t have the movements of one.”

“Not at all,” you respond. “I am not here to kill you. I am here to deliver Lord Orellia’s most genial regards, and an invitation.”

Lord Lumentia’s eyes narrow further. He tilts his head slowly, an owl getting the measure of a mouse. “A Summer Lord? Invited to the home of a Winter Fae? In what world would that not be an assassination attempt?”

“Lord Orellia had 9 months to kill you. And he didn’t. I assure you, they have no reason to cause you harm.” You look back into his eyes. “All he wants, my lord, is a discussion.”

Lord Lumentia chuckled.

“And he sent you to seduce me into it.”

You don’t respond. Lord Lumentia smiles a wry smile.

“It sounds like Orellia has their ear to the rumor mill. And you definitely are dressed for the occasion.” His six eyes rake over you, your blue-white dress, the thin cords only barely keeping the fabric from flying into the wind. “And what makes you think you can convince me into running headfirst towards danger?”

He lays a hand against your face, caressing it experimentally. You grasp it gently, holding his hand to your cool cheek.

“I assure you, my lord, you will be cared for as a proper guest in his realm.” As you speak, you move his hand towards your lips, so that the corners barely brush against his fingers. You sense the slightest hint of tension in his hand.

“A proper guest? How unlikely. The rest of the Winter court would surely disapprove.” He steps closer to you. You hear his wings rustling behind him.

“Which is why this will never go out to the rest of the Winter court. You could be in and out, and they would never know.” You briefly brush your lips over his fingers, and lay his hand against your cheek again. Lord Lumentia exhales as you do so. He leans forward again, your faces only inches away from each other.

You maintain eye contact and gently press your lips to each of his fingers. He watches you, a hunger flickering to life behind his gaze. You kiss his middle finger, letting your tongue linger on his warm skin for a moment. You hear a small groan emanate from his throat.

You slowly pepper his hand in more kisses, slow and sweet. You feel his breath quicken as you do so. You let your hand brush against his back, and his wings rustle.

“Have you thought about it, my lord?” you ask quietly.

Suddenly, Lord Lumentia lunges forward and pins you to the wall, lifting you up so that your toes brush the ground. He kisses you deeply, his composure shattering like glass. You kiss him back, slowly, tasting sap and wine and dust on his lips.

He groans in approval and kisses you again, elegance making way for urgency. His fingers no longer dance across your skin, but grasp your skin through your clothes, feeling you, but savoring the treat for as long as it lasts.

Your lips part, and Lord Lumentia puts you down. He still pins you to the wall. His six eyes burn with hunger, and his breath has already grown heavy.

“Not bad for Orellia’s whore,” he murmurs.

“Thank you, my lord,” you respond.

Before you can respond, he turns you around and pushes you into the wall. He kisses your neck, pressing against your body. His long hands reach into your bust. Long, warm fingers caress your skin, teasing your breasts and pressing your nipples. You can tell that he is not casting any spell, but you can feel warmth welling up inside of you. You push your hips against his crotch, grinding against him. You can already feel him getting hard under his clothes.

“It’s a shame I can’t tear this dress off you. Orellia could definitely afford another one.” You feel one of his hands rest against your leg, past the slit of your dress. He caresses you firmly, pressing against your tense thighs. He coyly avoids the inside of your legs, choosing instead to rub your leg up and down. This, combined with the attention given to your nipples, is almost enough to make you lose control of your legs.

“My lord,” you manage to gasp, in just the way that would pique his interest the most.

“Hush, little one. They might hear.” His light fingers inch closer and closer to the inside of your thigh, but nowhere near where they were needed the most. You grind against his crotch again, and he inhales, suddenly grabbing your breast firmly. You yelp, but try to immediately muffle the sound.

Lord Lumentia definitely heard you. His fingers glide over to your sex, already wet under the sheer fabrics of your dress. His warm fingertip lands on your lips and you shudder, grinding again on his cock. He strokes your labia, relishing in the muffled sounds he coaxes out of your mouth. His touch is warm, firm, but betrays a barely-concealed hunger in the way he twitches and tenses every time you squirm and moan.

“No wonder he sent you. You can’t wait to have one of the Lords inside your cunt.” Lord Lumentia makes his way to your clit, and fingers it. His touch wrenches a small moan from you. He fingers it again, and you writhe, whimpering.

“Whore.”

He inserts a finger inside of you, pressing against your walls. You instinctively jerk your hips towards him, pushing his finger deeper, another desperate moan escaping your lips.

He continues fucking you with his finger, then two, then three. Your body seems to respond on its own, jerking and bucking. Your soft whimpers and moans grow slightly louder, and your legs begin to weaken, anticipating Lord Lumentia’s cock inside of you. He is already very hard through his clothes, and you feel his hunger through the breaths he lays against your ear.

And then you feel it. Your dress is pulled up over your hips, and you feel Lord Lumentia’s throbbing cock against your sex. He slides it up and down your slit, coating himself in your juices. You whimper, thoughts already scrambled with a basal need for release.

He presses the thick head against your opening, and your knees almost buckle from the sensation. His warm breath tickles your ear.

“Beg for it,” he mutters, rubbing his cock against you, just barely pushing it inside.

“My lord… please…” you manage to sputter, through a whimper.

“Please, what?” He stops moving.

“Please don’t stop-- I need you inside me--” Was he casting a spell over you, or were your thoughts falling apart as you stood?

“Keep going. I want to hear you beg,” he murmurs, his once silky voice now a low, animalistic growl.

“My lord, please, I need you, please fuck me-”

“You can do better than that.”

“Please my lord, I need you inside of me--”

“Try again.”

“My lord, please--”

Your voice is cut off by a moan as he pushes his thick cock inside of you.

He thrusts once, forcefully, almost sending you to your knees. You manage to keep standing, legs shivering from cold and the effort required to keep you upright.

You barely have a moment to keep your thoughts together before he starts thrusting. His moans blend into the night wind, dissolving into the breeze like dust. Your moans get inelegantly loud; if anyone were to walk into the balcony, they would definitely hear. But that was not unexpected; the fae loved to have a taste of mortal flesh, when they could have it. Your fingernails fruitlessly scramble against the stone brick as he continues thrusting into you.

And you were here to weaponize that desire.

“Good little Winter slut,” he grunts. “Doing exactly as your master tells you. Do you like your reward?”

“My reward- comes from my master alone,” you manage to say.

“Oh, unsatisfied with this? Do you think they could do better?” he pants. “I’m sure you enjoy their frigid cock in you, fucking you until you can see no more.”

Before you can respond, he grabs your hips and thrusts faster, slapping your flesh, overloading your senses. You see stars as he fucks you, and you can no longer control your voice as he goes faster, moaning and grunting.

The tension in your body grows tighter and tighter, almost too much to bear, and you can feel Lord Lumentia losing control as well, his voice growing strained and his wings twitching. You take a moment to look at him, and he looks almost transformed with lust, nearing his climax. He sees you peeking, and his eyes flutter.

“You want to watch me? Watch me as I cum? Don’t take your eyes off me. Don’t you dare. Don’t you-”

And your body clenches, your walls squeezing around Lord Lumentia’s cock. The tension overflows, and you release, a ragged moan falling from your throat as your mind falls apart, and your hips tremble in ecstasy. You feel the Summer Lord twitch and jerk inside you, warm fluid flooding inside of your cunt. You can barely hear his voice as he moans, your own orgasm filling up your senses.

The climax fades, and Lord Lumentia pulls out of you, soaking wet. He turns you around and kisses you, pressing against your shuddering body.

“Well, well,” he whispers against your ear, still pinning you to the wall. His breath is heavy from exertion. “You really are quite the specimen your master managed to capture.”

“Thank you, my lord,” you exhale, brushing your leg against his. Lord Lumentia chuckles.

“You would love another round, wouldn’t you?” Lord Lumentia says, brushing a finger against your lips. “Oh, but look at you, poor thing. You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”

“I’m willing to be with you as many times as you would like, my lord. Or… as many times as it would take for you to answer my master’s call.”

Lord Lumentia laughs, a soft, warm sound that warms you from the inside out. “Tell your master,” he murmurs, putting a hand on your waist, “that I will consider his offer.”

He leans forward and kisses you again, a hungry sound escaping his throat. You can feel his desire rooting itself in your mind, an unconscious act of magic nearly driving all reason from your mind. You kiss him back, your hips beckoning against him for more.

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olivia200312 · 4 years ago

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(Series) Sex Lessons~ TFP! Orion Pax x Human! Reader (Lemon) *Request*

Requested by the lovely nora_the_bride_fan

Plot: Orion became very interested in how sex works on humans so he asks Y/N for help. Since they're mates, she shows him by having sex with him.

I saw this as a perfect opportunity to make this part of the series of Optimus in a break from being a leader.

P.S. I decided to finish the requests first before I'm completely lost XD

Note: the art goes to the owner!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Time passed by since Optimus transformed into Orion. It's actually very fun! So many cute moments, more fun stuff, etc. But one day, Orion asked a very embarrassing question. He asked about how humans have sex. Once this came out of his intake, Y/N spit out her water in shock and her face got very red.

This is how Y/N did. She sat on her and Optim- er Orion's bed. Since Orion is using his bipedal holoform, he sat next to her while his arm is wrapped around her waist. Y/N held her Android tablet and went on YouTube. She did found good videos once where they explained sex, how babies are made, dangerous STDs that you can have, etc. Orion paid all of his attention to the videos that his sparkmate showed him. He couldn't help but be interested and also listened carefully to the female parts like how they react to pleasure and other stuff. Then he couldn't help but give his mate pleasure.

He wants to see the reactions right in front of him. His cute and innocent processor is being naughty and having full of lustful thoughts to pleasure Y/N. Even when he was Optimus and making love, he talks in a dirty tone... A LOT. Let's see how Orion will react to sex since he's not Optimus for now.

After the last video was over, he looked deep into Y/N's E/C eyes. "Can we... maybe have a lesson? Just to practice and s-see?"

Aaaw, Orion was getting embarrassed and shy. Y/N blushed as well. When he was Optimus, he NEVER EVER asked these things! He is a smart leader and knows how sex works! Cybertronians are lucky that the human sex is almost the same as theirs. Holy frag, Orion is much different.

Y/N blushed bright red as she stared at Orion's optics that were sparkling. No, he's not a baby. Y/N shyly nodded then and Orion felt happiness in his blue spark. The door was locked so that no one will suddenly enter and interrupt them. Imagine if someone entered while you're busy making love, uh oh.

Orion pinned Y/N down on their berth as he crawled on top of her. He stared into her deep E/C eyes. He then remembered the videos and started to kiss her soft delicate skin. He's kissing her neck. That caused Y/N to shiver and whimper. Orion smirked. he may look adorable since he's completely different than Optimus Prime, BUT... Orion can be naughty as well. Holy frag...

He then suddenly bit when he found her sweet spot, causing Y/N to gasp and moan. "O-Orion.~"

Orion only purred and continued to leave a love bite so that others can see who she really belonged to. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neckcables and moaned, enjoying the feeling that Opi-Orion was giving him.

Once the clerk was done, he pulled Y/N's shirt off and pants as well. She's now in her lacy bra and panties, making her look so sexy and matching the colors of her lover. Orion couldn't hold it anymore that his spike broke free from its panel cover. Y/N blushed bright red and saw that pre-cum came out from Orion's tip spike. Orion left kisses, watching like a hawk to see if he's pleasuring his mate. He's very proud of himself when he heard his favorite noises: moans of pleasure.

He unclipped Y/N's bra and got her panties off. She's very wet that it's throbbing, begging to be taken. Even though Optimus has a big spike, Orion has exactly the same inch as Optimus' spike! Orion is basically Optimus! Well, Optimus is on a break so he's Orion for now.

"Still a big boy.~" Y/N couldn't help but feel full of lust. Even though this was basically a lesson that Orion followed in order to learn, this was the best way to teach! But ONLY when you're a couple. Like Orion and Y/N.

Orion then entered her and immediately grunted at how wet, warm and tight she was. It gave... such a good feeling! He growled like a predator that was obsessed with his prey. Sometimes during sex, the male can feel obsessed with his partner, the female. Some females don't want to admit it, but they're fascinated and love-sick when their male partners show obsessive behavior. But keep in mind not all females were like that.

Y/N squealed and moaned loudly when she felt his spike entering her wet throbbing pussy. It gave her a very nice yet sometimes painful feeling, like her walls were ripping apart. She panted and pulled Orion extremely close to her that Orion's metal body pressed against hers that was skin. Orion's helm was buried in her warm and soft neck while he waited for his mate to adjust to his size. Orion was still panting while Y/N left soft kisses on his helm and spooned him, causing Orion to purr.

When Y/N finally felt no pain anymore, she bucked her hips to give her clerk lover a signal to move. He immediately understood the signal and began to move slowly and gently first. Y/N rolled her eyes into the back of her head in pleasure that she let it hit the pillow. "F-Faster, please."

Orion then remembered the videos and the explanations that a lot of females love rough and fast sex. Of course, not all females loved that but you never know. He then smirked and gladly granted Y/N's wish and moved faster. This caused Y/N to moan and yelp in pleasure. Orion, for an unknown reason, loved watching her expressions, sweat, her face red, and much other dirty stuff. Her legs were slightly in the air since Orion was between her legs, giving him access to be buried deeper, brushing, hitting, and making contact with her G-spot. Y/N screamed in pleasure and saw stars everywhere. It continued to be like this until a knot finally formed inside of her stomach.

"O-Orion, I'm c-cumming!~"

Orion let out cute noises, meaning that he's cumming as well. He never felt this good before as a clerk! Yeah, he did felt good as Optimus Prime when it comes to having sex with Y/N, but as Orion... Oh boy.

Y/N screamed and whimpered as he felt Orion's hot and sticky transfluid in her. It even reached her womb! She let out a sigh of bliss when it was all over. She whimpered when Orion slowly pulled out and some of his seed dripped out.

Orion then looked innocently at her. "Did I do a good job?"

Y/N looked surprised at him by that cute question. She then smiled and pulled him into a kiss. "You did a very good job, Ori."

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uth0ttm · 3 years ago

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Ok slight tw ig for this if ur squeemish or however tf u spell it or like

Get easily dysphoric, but as an AFAB trans boy i get 2 talk abt periods so fuck you

But anyways

What the fuck is up with my body yk. Like ik periods are natural n shit for anyone w a uterus

BUT JESUS FUCK MAN

Like.. periods never hurt when I had 2 use pads. Like I only ever got 2 cramps when i used pads from when i was almost 10 (like i was 9 years and 8 months when i started i was really early 2 the puberty chain ew) to when i was 15

That's 6 years, and in those 6 years of however many periods, including the time i got 2 periods in one month, you get in 12 months a year (should obviously be 12 but yk I'm being dramatic for the same of myself here) I only had 2 periods where I cramps, and that's not even an understatement or a flex, it just never happened for me. But as soon as I started using things like tampons, and even my recently purchased Diva Cup, I have gotten cramps almost EVERY single period since i started using tampons at 16, so that's almost 2 years now (since I'm 17 and going to be 18 soon) since I've had nonstop cramps and i hate it, and no matter what i do to try and help relieve them like putting a cat on me, a warm beanbag, a hot water bottle covered in a towel, Tylenol or other OTC pain meds, and whatever the fuck else u can possibly do 2 relieve the pain of cramps, it doesn't fucking work

And while this makes it a little funny, it doesn't help that a couple days ago in Bio 30 we learned that your eggs in your ovaries apparently break out of your ovaries to get into your fallopian tubes, it not smooth cruising, it's fucking oW-

And it doesn't help that my bio teacher was just like "yeah its like they're breaking out with little swords so ur ovaries have scars lmao" at us so now all i can imagine when my cramps start up is these eggs in my fucking ovaries breaking out with those stupid plastic coloured drink swords they use as toothpicks for olives in bars and shit and it's just

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I WANT 2 GO SO FUCKING FERAL BECAUSE IM IN SO MUCH PAIN BUT FOR THE LEGAL REASONS THAT SOME DUMB COORPORATE MAN SET I CANT JUST RIP RANDOM SHIT APART IN PUBLIC WITHOUT BEING LOCKED UP IN SUSPICION THAT I TOOK SOME HARDCORE DRUGS

I fucking hate having 2 live with a uterus. Like I'm fucking fine having a vagina and shit, I don't have bottom dysphoria, but i fucking hate the fact that because I haven't gone and put a baby inside of me and gave birth, which is a huge fear of mine that that shit could happen, that I have to suffer because I'm not a stupid baby making menace

Fuck that expectation just because I have a uterus, it can get absolutely fucked because I don't fucking want it, just gtfo you dumb whore of an organ. If I'm ever gonna start a family that has real human kids as the children, which I doubt bc children are icky, then I'm going to adopt bc fuck having a kid when theres so many kids in the system who need a home

N e ways, I'm done my stupid little rant bc I'm not in pain anymore and I'm really hungry so I'm gonna go eat smth while being really pissed off-

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emmapearsonjournal · 3 years ago

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tension, seeking redemption (yonic stone).

One metal experiment that I didn't end up sharing since I didn't think it was good, was this TIG-welded metal sculpture. Something was off, I didn't see it as finished or it looked too different from the others so I kept it behind to see what I could do with it.

- This resembles the 'yonic stone' which is a natural form which I keep referring back into throughout my practice. It closely resembles female genitalia which interested me, but I knew I wanted to take this form further. Despite this visual reference, it appeared aggressive and violent to the touch, harking back to Mark Fisher's "montage" of "two... things that do not belong together" due to the juxtaposition of delicate genitalia and a violent toothy bite.

- This toothy-ness is heightened by the TIG welded bronze in the centre of the piece. I mentioned before that welded stainless steel and bronze have a textural bite, and visuals that are reminiscent of tooth fillings. Vagina dentata perhaps?

Time passes, and I left it for a while... and as is the nature of steel, it rusted.

I quite liked this degradation.

It made the piece appear more 'lived-in'; rather than a brand new creation, it seemed dirtier and seemingly more uncanny. Furthermore, the red rust added warmth to the piece, mimicking the hues of the body which I'm trying to emulate.

I also found that since rusted, the piece was easier to work back into. I used the Dremel to engrave and draw lines back into the work, to create more definition as the rust had covered it over. As well as this, I also used a wire brush. It had the same job as the engraver, but the bronze brush uncovered what was already underneath the rust, whereas the engraver created new lines.

- I think that creating larger sculptures, sometimes makes you lose detail. At least, this is the case for me. I have found that detail creates more character in smaller sculpture, they appear more polished. when form and overall shape isn't the main focus, it's important that there's another focus.

Keeping in with Fisher's idea of "montage", I wanted to build upon this form by adding more materials, tights!

I have previously discussed why black tights seem more ominous, although innately connected with the female. I wanted to carry this idea onwards from experimenting with "Gap" earlier on in this project.

For cohesion, I created stitch holes and made metal thread out of more bronze. I did this because I wanted to bring a sense of cohesion with the tights, as I could not stitch them onto metal, they just ripped.

Here is the finalised piece. I definitely need to take better photos, however I'm very happy with the overall outcome of the work. The tights creating tension with the initial metal sculpture, creating a web pulling the creature backwards.

There's definitely something alien about this piece - from the arrangement of the tights to them taking the sculpture backwards. However, I want to argue that rather than solely alien, this is an abstraction of the human body. Tights act as a second skin, they cling to our body and when we take them off, we always leave part of us behind with them in the form of dead skin. Hence, an abstraction of the human body, using the visceral abject. Its 3D nature juts out at you, making aggressive gains towards us as it creeps along, with its web pulling it back...

Weirdly, the aura of this piece seems slightly coy. Although uncanny, it doesn't appear domineering, but in fact shy and cowering as the metal piece looks up towards you in a gentle manner... perhaps it's seeking forgiveness in a way...

I like this idea of tension using tights. A bodily abstraction, skin appears much more visceral when taken out of context. It's not wrapped around anything, its original purpose, it's contorted, abjected from what it's supposed to do.

#experimentation #portfolio

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