#BUT WHEN THE FRISKY BUSINESS COMES IN 👀

[zantedeschia-praesul]

//eeeheehee ❤️

[underdark-dreams]

Rolan putting Tav in their place? But like….in a frisky way 👀🔥

Rolan x fem!Tav

Master

"Sit still and behave." She's feeling impatient for some attention from the Master of Ramazith's Tower. She decides he needs to let off some steam; Rolan decides to teach her some proper respect.

Tags: Obedience, Praise Kink, Soft Dom, Explicit Sexual Content | Word Count: 3,875 [Read on AO3]

“Did they even do the readings? Half of these are wrong…I’ll have to regive all the illusory lectures…”

Rolan’s brow furrowed deeper as he read down the page. Frustration practically radiated from the way he hunched over his desk, and she wished for the umpteenth time that he would just take a break.

“I’m sure they’ll get it with time,” she told him, gently rubbing his shoulders.

Inwardly, she found it difficult to feel concerned about his students’ grades at the moment. She was far too busy admiring how good Rolan looked when he was a bit disheveled. 

It was a rare sight; he preferred to keep his appearance clean and tidy at all times, his robes neatly pressed and hair half-pulled back to keep it out of his eyes. 

Right now, this was about as unkempt as she’d ever seen Rolan outside their bedroom. His hair was loose from its tie. As he worked, one lock swung forward between his horns, and he impatiently swept it away with the feather of his quill. He had pushed the sleeves of his underrobe up to his elbows. She watched the sinews of his forearm flex under his crimson skin as he scrawled a severe note on his student's parchment.

She knew his state was a testament to the stress he’d been under lately. Beyond her love for the petulant wizard seated in front of her, she didn’t have much personal experience with wizardry. But Rolan had said enough to impress upon her how important these upcoming exams were for his young pupils. For the oldest of them, their results could mean the difference between continuing their studies or finding another vocation. Rolan took the task of preparing them quite seriously. 

Perhaps too seriously, she thought to herself, watching the muscle of his jaw flex with concentration. The candles standing beside his desk were burned down to dripping puddles of wax.

He needed a good distraction, and that she could help with. She crossed forearms along the back of his chair and perched her chin on his shoulder.

“Come to bed?” She asked him. “You’ve been grading for hours.”

Rolan hardly seemed to hear her. "In a moment," he murmured.

It wasn't his usual response to a proposition. Teasing or enthusiasm she was used to, but flat out disinterest was new. It stung a little more than it had a right to.

She knew she should respect his work at hand. If he didn't look so downright frazzled, she might have.

Instead, she gave into the temptation to take advantage of his concentration. She slid one arm down around Rolan's shoulders and leaned in to tuck the curtain of his hair back behind one long red ear.

Then she kissed along the line of it from lobe to pointed tip. She'd always been fond of Rolan's Infernal gifts, particularly his sharply tapered ears—even more so as one of the few people allowed to appreciate them. His usual style kept them tucked and hidden behind his hair.

Rolan sighed slowly as her lips made their soft journey, just enough to satisfy her that she was getting to him. She knew she was being a nuisance, but it had been days since she had him to herself. Rolan was passionate about his work—she couldn’t help selfishly wanting a little of it for herself tonight.

“You’ve been sleeping at your desk too much lately,” she murmured against the shell of his ear. 

“Can’t be helped,” Rolan replied, although the fingers of his free hand raised to the arm she had curled over his collar. “These exams are the most consequential step in an apprenticeship. I’d be a worthless archmage if I let my students arrive at Blackstaff unprepared.”

“Rolan, there’s no way that would happen.” She broke away slightly to look at the thick stack of assignments he was grading. “Don’t you think…maybe you’re overworking them? You’re definitely overworking yourself.” 

“I’m fine,” Rolan said a bit sharply, turning to the next student’s parchment. “I can certainly handle a little paperwork.” 

She pouted slightly at the back of his head, then leaned in to place a kiss under his ear. “That’s not what I meant.”

Rolan let out a short huff as he set down his quill. Feeling a bit smug with herself, she let his grip over her arm draw her around beside him, quite unsuspecting.

Before she could tense her relaxed muscles, Rolan’s grip jerked her down. One of her hands flew to grab the far edge of the wooden seat, but she still landed hard on his lap, her back thumping against his chest.

“After all our time together, I’d expect you to understand the duties of an archwizard,” Rolan scolded her. His voice reverberated against her back as he tucked her slightly to one of his legs so he could keep working. Then his fingers plucked up his quill, even as his other forearm wrapped tighter below her navel to keep her firmly planted. 

After a week starved from his attention, the humbling position made her face grow warm. "Rolan, I do understand. I just think y—"

“Good,” Rolan cut her off. “Then sit still and behave.” He was ordering her in the same tone she sometimes heard him use with his apprentices—as if she was nothing but another naughty pupil.

She bit her lip. That could work. Oh, could it ever. “All right.”

After that, they both sat in silence. The steady scratch of quill tip against parchment was the only sound drifting through the candlelight. She kept herself perched quietly on Rolan’s thighs, watching the neat movements of his writing hand, feeling the steady beat of his heart between her shoulder blades. Of all the positions she hoped to find herself in tonight, fully clothed and trapped on his lap wasn't one of them.

But she could certainly work with it. 

Carefully, as if just adjusting to a more comfortable position, she wiggled her hips up higher against his lap. She felt the muscle in Rolan’s forearm clench slightly over her, but he said nothing as he turned to another page.

Testing his patience, she scooted back toward him again. This time she pressed her palms against his thighs for balance, letting her hips bounce slightly down against him. The game was rapidly becoming unsubtle.

It wasn’t lost on her wizard. “That won't get you anything,” Rolan warned her.

But despite his words, she could already feel him stirring underneath her. Lovely heat coiled in her stomach in response. “Will from where I’m sitting,” she answered back saucily.

“Hmm.” His monotone hum reverberated against her back, but Rolan didn’t look up from the note he was scribbling. However disappointing his verbal responses, Rolan’s body gave him away the same way it always did. 

It only made her braver. She leaned forward on an elbow as if to read his work. In the same motion, she nudged her hips back to press herself more firmly against the growing hardness under his robes, dragging her center across his clothed thigh at the same time. She’d prefer to make use of the lovely ridges near his knee, but that would have to wait for another night.

“Take off your clothes.”

She blinked at him over her shoulder. “What?” Surely she had misheard—Rolan’s expression was impassive, eyes still on the pages scattered over his desk.

“Take off your clothes,” he calmly repeated, still not looking at her. “Now.”

If he was calling her bluff, he wouldn’t get the satisfaction. Slowly, she leaned back against his chest. She would go along with whatever game he wanted to play. 

She began with her bodice. Her fingers ran down the lacings, plucking them open like harp strings, feeling the heat already starting to pool between her thighs in anticipation. With her head leaned back over Rolan’s shoulder, she could feel the steady tickle of his breath down her collar and chest, though he was still steadfastly marking the parchment before him. 

Rolan was studiously ignoring her, even as she undressed. It was new, and it made something shy and uncertain coil in her chest. When they were together normally he liked to be the one removing her clothes. He practically insisted on it. 

But tonight he made no move, apparently content to let her take as much or as little time as she liked.

She favored the latter. With that thought in mind, she pressed herself forward to shuck the unlaced bodice back over her shoulders. Rolan’s arm over her loosened to allow her undershirt to follow. When both garments were discarded on the floor beside his chair, she leaned back against him, bare above the waist. She couldn’t help arching her chest up a little as Rolan’s loose hair tickled against her neck.

"Everything," Rolan directed her. His arm remained draped unmoving over her belly. He either didn't notice her body language or was choosing to ignore the invitation to grope her. 

It made her feel even needier for him. Perhaps that's why she wiggled out of her pants and smallclothes so eagerly, nearly tipping sideways off Rolan’s clothed lap in the process. His palm splayed up against her sternum to catch her, and the sharp nail of his thumb pressed into one of her breasts. A small gasp escaped her.

Rolan made a noise low in his throat, and when his hand raised from her chest toward her chin, she understood his intention with eagerness. 

She parted her lips to take two of his long, slender fingers into her mouth, licking and swirling her tongue to wet them completely. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked his digits in deeper over her tongue. Rolan needed reminding of what her mouth could do, and she was pleased to feel his length twitch under her in response. She hummed in satisfaction over his fingers.

Rolan pulled them from her mouth then, and she felt a string of saliva stretch and land across her chin. Before she could wipe it away, two slickened fingertips nudged at the hot apex of her thighs.

She let out a needy groan as her head tipped back over Rolan’s shoulder; her warm cheek pressed against his. She let her thighs fall open for him. But Rolan only continued to make soft and idle circles over her folds, dragging the wetness that was already pooling there up around her entrance, not quite hitting the aching spot above. Her hips rolled forward greedily toward his palm.

“I told you, sit still.” How could he possibly have the nerve to keep writing at a moment like this? She did her best to obey his command, but the way Rolan’s breath had quickened behind her made it difficult.

“Rolan…” His name left her in another groan, this time almost begging. She arched her back to curl an arm around behind him. Her fingers found the curve of one of his horns, and her grip tugged up and down the hard ridged length of it—wishing it was the hard ridged length nudging up against her backside.

In one movement, Rolan’s writing hand swept up the stack of papers from the desk in front of them and deposited them on the floor. 

His grip on her arms was rougher than she was used to as he jerked their connected bodies upright, but it was somehow exactly what she craved. She heard his chair clatter to the floor behind them—her hands flew to the now-empty desk for balance as she landed on her feet.

“I’m a very busy man, you know,” Rolan hissed into her ear; he kept her facing away with nails dimpling against the flesh of her hips. “I don't have time for these games.”

“Sorry,” she lied, breathless. “Let me make it up to you?” She reached eagerly back for him, wanting to pull him closer by his robes, before something drew her palms together behind her back.

Rolan’s tail coiled around her wrists in a makeshift binding. Its soft ridges rubbed over her skin, the sudden friction causing her to freeze in place.

"You can tell me to stop.” 

Rolan’s voice was suddenly low, and she glanced back over her shoulder to his face. His eyes burned molten gold, but she caught hesitation beneath and realized what he was looking for. She nodded her head yes.

Then the palm of Rolan’s hand settled between her shoulder blades, and steadily, he pushed down.

Her body bent at the waist over the hard surface, goosebumps tickling her skin where her bare chest met the cool wood. She shivered from the cold, and more so from the delicious uncertainty of whatever he was planning to do with her. The firm coil of Rolan’s tail trailed from her wrists across the bare skin of her back.

"Do you know how infuriating you can be?" Rolan's voice chided behind her, even as his hands on her ass massaged and spread her apart for him. "I have a great deal of work to do, yet you insist on interrupting."

"Why don't you give me something to shut me up, then?" She did her best to tease back, but she could only imagine the view Rolan had of her slick folds as his hands pulled to expose her. She ached for his fingers and mouth and cock—for any part of him to touch her again and provide release.

"Always so greedy for my attention," Rolan said, as if he could read her thoughts. "High time you learned a little discipline."

The warmth of one hand left her. Then, without warning, his palm reconnected with a stinging slap against her ass. The shock lurched her body forward, grinding the ache between her legs against the hard edge of his desk. A shameless mewl escaped her throat.

“Hush,” Rolan tutted softly from behind. “I run a reputable business here, you know. Unless you want everyone below to learn what a state you’re in?”

“Oh yes—” From her prone position, she still tried to crane her neck back at him. “I’m sure your patrons would love to know that the new mage of Ramazith’s Tower is a perverted little—”

His palm smacked against her a second and third time, once on either side, the lewd sounds echoing all around the cavernous room and causing her words to stutter into an incoherent moan. She just barely bit it back this time. 

“Good girl,” Rolan hummed in approval, and she couldn’t ignore the way her insides quivered from the praise. He smoothed both hands over the heated skin on her flanks as if rewarding her obedience. “Now spread for me.”

Incredible how four little words could make her throb and drip for him. It was vulgar and irresistible, and she obeyed wordlessly, shifting her bare feet further apart to expose herself more fully to him. The rush of cool air between her legs was almost too much to bear. 

There was the soft rustle of movement behind her—she could practically feel Rolan’s body heat moving closer. In the next moment the length underneath his robes pressed firmly in between her legs. 

She dug teeth into her lower lip to restrain another wanton groan. He was so hard already—was it all from this little game? Sweet hells, if only she'd tried his patience like this before. She couldn’t spare a thought to wonder, could only fixate on the anticipation of Rolan filling her. Her cunt throbbed against the fabric between them at the thought.

She heard Rolan inhale through his teeth. "So desperate even now. Gods, you're shameless." But his hands traveled up the arch of her back, his softly filed nails whispering against the skin under her bound arms from her ass to her shoulder blades, as if relishing the position he had her in.

Then his grip cupped down over each of her hip bones, and he ground her back against his hardness.

The gesture dragged the bare front of her against the cool wood surface, and a shuddering exhale fell from her lips. “Fuck, Rolan—”

“Is this not what you wanted?” Rolan asked her, calling down patience from gods knew where. “Tell me, then.”

"I want you to fuck me,” she gasped out, ready to be done with the teasing. The words formed a heated fog across the wood surface underneath her.

"Ask nicely, then." One of Rolan’s thumbs pulled at her flesh, no doubt giving himself another view of her wet slit, teasing her open again without touching her where she needed it most.

“Please—” Maybe she'd never been more desperate for him; or maybe she'd always known he would love it. "Master Rolan, please fuck me—"

Rolan's hands were gone from her in a flash, and she heard and felt them working on the laces of his pants.

She’d never been more ready for him. Shamefully eager, she craned her head as best she could from her bent and bound position to watch him reach through the slits in his robe to unfasten his pants. Then his beautiful red cock sprang free from the fabric, deliciously hard and lined with those angled, concentric ridges that she knew could make her see stars. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. 

She must look positively desperate for it, because Rolan was watching her face with a dark glint of approval in his eyes. As he did, one of his elegant hands closed around his cock and pumped lazily. She squirmed with impatience.

"Say it again." Rolan's dark-set eyes watched her with something like anticipation, his baritone husky with desire.

Her mind was so addled from the delicious sight of him stroking himself that it took a moment to grasp what he was requesting.

"You like that?" She asked suddenly, licking her lips. "When I call you Master?”

Rolan's hips bucked forward into his own grip, almost involuntary. Despite her position naked and prone on his desk, she felt a kind of power tip back into her hands.

“Because that's what you are, Rolan…” She looked back at him from under her lashes, wanting to see what the words might do to him. “Master of this tower, Master of the Weave—Master of me—”

Rolan's face was flushing burgundy, his eyes smoldering into her as if hanging on every word. His tail unwound from her wrists to shudder and flick behind him in a motion she’d grown to recognize as pure desire.

“Just look at what you do to me,” she breathed. Wetness leaked down her inner thighs as she spoke. “No one else fucks me like you. You're so good—so powerful—fuck, just please Rolan, I need you—”

With a guttural sound, Rolan pressed and sheathed himself in her completely.

The abrupt stretch between her legs made her cry out and clutch at the far edge of his desk. Rolan hadn't readied her with his fingers the way he usually did—very little about tonight was usual. His ridges were hot and tight against her walls, but the ache was exactly what she craved.

Before she had fully adjusted, Rolan pulled out from her almost completely, and then his hips snapped back into her a second and third time. The pressure almost made her sob in relief.

Rolan’s hands landed on either side of hers, sharp nails digging into the wood underneath them as his body pressed down over her. He was truly, finally fucking her; she felt the silk of his robes drag against her overheated skin with each thrust, and then the shift of his body hit a new angle inside her. 

His tip abruptly met with that deep and sensitive spot, pounding into the aching nerves there again and again. Her eyes rolled back with an unrestrained moan.

"Again," he panted, his face close behind her ear. The control in his voice was fading with each jerk of his hips.

Her skin was on fire; all she could concentrate on was the ridged length of him rapidly filling and stretching her, each quick thrust grinding and rocking her clit against the smooth wood under their bodies.

"Master Rolan, plea-se—" The last word was jerked in two by the force of him fucking her into his desk—"just like this, fuck, I’ve wanted this for weeks—you’re so—so fucking good—”

The words were babbling incoherently from her, but they seemed to be what he needed. Rolan let out a broken groan into the skin of her back as he twitched and spilled inside her. But he didn’t slow his rhythm. Instead his hands gripped either side of her hips, sharp nails digging into her skin, fucking his spend deep into her with driving force. 

It was possessive and raw and hot and the feeling made her own orgasm crash down around her, her walls spasming and clutching around him as if to keep him there. She felt the gush of heat from her center leaking out all around him and spilling down her legs.

Her arms and legs trembled weakly; she was grateful for the support of Rolan’s desk holding her up, hard and cold though it was. She gathered enough strength to glance back at him as he straightened and pulled out of her, just in time to catch Rolan admiring the way his come dripped from her opening.

“I love you,” she panted up at him. “That was…gods, Rolan.”

He looked just as dazed as she felt as he stood with hands still resting on her hips for balance. But Rolan said nothing in response, only drew one of her limp hands from the desk up to his lips. Then he shook his shoulders slightly as if to rouse his senses, tucking himself back into his pants.

Dipping a hand to the floor, Rolan thrust a bundle of her clothes unceremoniously toward her. “Clean yourself up. I have more work to do.” 

She would have laughed if she wasn’t so spent. He was being intentionally brusque; perhaps embarrassed by how far he’d let himself go. The lingering flush on his cheeks and the way his outstretched arm shook both undercut the attempt slightly. 

She straightened up on wobbling legs to pluck the clothes from him. Despite his rudeness, she felt satisfied with the knowledge that the heavy smell of sex and the image of her spread open for him on that very desk would make concentrating on his menial paperwork a near-impossible task.

Before he’d let go of her wrinkled garments, she pulled him by them into a quick kiss. “Come to bed soon,” she told him firmly. “Or else I’ll come back and carry you there.” 

Rolan exhaled through his nose, the bare hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Give me an hour.”

An unthinkable wait after the lay he’d just given her. But she made no complaints as she turned—it wouldn’t do to let him have too much power.

“Fine,” she called over her shoulder. She put a little sway in her hips as she sauntered toward the bedroom staircase, strongly suspecting that his eyes were following her. “But this time, Master Rolan, I’m getting you naked.”

[fruitymajor]

Hello!

So... I'm kind of embarrassed that THIS is my first official Tumblr post but whatever.

I've been on a Harry Potter streak reading fanfictions and just watched a reel that made me imagine a scenario for a oneshot and I need it to exist somewhere besides my head.

I don't know if this is already a thing, and if it is could I possibly get a link to it..👀

Imagine: The reader buying/being gifted an enchanted ~toy~ where when they use it another person feels what 'it' feels. Like one of the characters is dating the reader, when one of their friends gifts her a box. On it, is has engraved drawings of the male and female sex parts.

Reader is shocked and blushing at the gift, asking why she would need this. Her friend is quick to point out her complaining she doesn't see her partner enough since they've been busy the past couple weeks, not giving them a chance for quality time together.

It's a few days later, the box is semi-forgotten about. Reader and their partner are cuddling in one of their rooms. They talk, laugh, flirt; Next thing you know they're getting frisky. Whispering how they've missed each other, how they longed to touch one another.

Reader is about to start grasping at their clothes when they get interrupted by their partner's friend, leaving both of them exasperated. They tell her they've gotta go, but promise to make it up to her when they get the chance.

Leaving the room with the Reader frustrated and worked up, she decides to take matters into her own hands and tries to relieve some of her needs on her own.

After almost half an hour, she realizes she's too worked up and needs something more..something besides her hands. But the person with that something more isn't here.

Her mind wanders a bit, remembering the gift from her friend. She starts looking around the room, eventually finding it hiding under the bed.

She finally opens the box, a bit curious to find out what's inside. When she does, all she sees is a cube made of the material used for what she was thinking was in the box.

She takes the item out, noticing a bit of writing on the inside of the box. Confused she reads the vauge chant aloud, thinking nothing happened.

As she looks at it disappointingly, she begins to picture her partner. The way they feel, look, and picture their member in detail.

As she thinks of reaching to put it back in the box, it starts to move, morphing and shaping itself differently. She's scared as fuck when it happens, but after it's done transforming sees that it looks...like their partner's sex member!?

Everything in the past few moments replays in their mind, coming to the conclusion the chant allows the material to change into whatever they pictured.

A little weird but, she doesn't feel like questioning the magical item, as her mind is slowly being consumed by her lustful thoughts.

As she starts to touch it, she notices it has a bit of warmth, and movement. She continues, seeing it reacting and becoming a bit stiff.

Meanwhile, a Pov to their partner surrounded by some of their classmates and still a bit salty they aren't with you right now. They are oblivious of the slight tingle they feel when all of a sudden are feeling force on their crotch.

They get red in the face, not knowing what was happening. Trying their best to not make faces while struggling to pay attention.

As they start to grow more aroused, they quickly decide to excuse themselves and run to the nearest closet to hide.

Back to the Reader, she finally managed to get it to stand proud and didn't waste any time, placing it gently between her folds. She was surprised at how it felt, the subtle movements it gave as she thrusted it inside her.

It didn't take long for her to start feeling that pleasurable knot start to form. And as she grew closer to her release she could have sworn she felt it twitch when reaching her high.

Laying back and taking shaky breaths, she relaxed into the bed. Not failing to notice the object transforming back to its original form.

Yeahh.. she has a few questions for her friend.

After a few moments, she started cleaning up when she heard footsteps coming towards her door.

She looked up and saw her disheveled partner, messy hair, slightly flushed face and heavy breathing. About to ask what happened, she didn't take long to realize they might have been affected by her little trinket.

So yeah, that's the idea. If anyone is willing to keep it in mind and want to flesh it out in the future as their own, please be my guest(but tag me, i wanna read!). It can be any character, the reader could be the male and have a female partner or any which way. If you're wondering about the rules on how the object works, I'm thinking that the person experiencing its effects has to be okay with the one who's doing sexual acts to it, such as their partner. So it's not super non-con or unwillingness, just unexpected.

Thank you for your time, I appreciate you reading this desperate mess! 😩❤️

[sinfvlwishs]

@lachrymosestorm whispered: 🤍 + Dez and Mams

Who cooks meals for the other? → dez. mammon is awful in the kitchen and whatever DOES come out looking edible never really ends up well anyway lmao

Who spams the other with memes?→ mammon, he steals most of em from his texts with levi tho  

Who likes to tidy around the house? → dez, mammon is disorganized as fuck and can't bother to clean a damn thing up

Who likes to play pranks on the other? → M A M M O N. listen this man is a fucking mENACE OKAY. remember that one time he filled the ENTIRE hol with liquid ass??? yeah he's that level of a menace. he'll also put saran wrap on the door frames & hide air horns in chairs like. the whole shebang he'll just dO

Who asked the other to move in with them? → obv mammon. i mean dez was there for the exchange program and she kinda had no choice but to stay at the hol

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride? → probably mostly mammon. he likes to listen to loud rock music and pop-rock on occasion and gets really obsessed with albums when they first come out and can't get away from them

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly? → mams!! he's more ticklish than dez but he's more troublesome than her and will absolutely use it to his advantage during appropriate situations (or not, he'll probably just do it cuz he feels like it lmao)

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies? → idk if either of them will opt to watch one anyway, mams is easily frightened by horror movies and if memory serves dez doesn't really enjoy them either so i think they'll just avoid the genre altogether lol

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology? → probably mammon, i can see him as a bit more technologically fluid than dez if that makes sense

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting? → i can see it being either of them, but maybe more dez cuz mams prefers to keep that stuff behind closed doors as much as he possibly can (but we know he'll take her right home so they can get down to business there 👀)

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest? → probably mammon, but it depends. he's a bit of a heavy sleeper and can get quite tired after big nights out, but if he gets up first he'll let dez keep sleeping unless if they have to be up early for something

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking? → mammon, the sneaky beast lol

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything? → mammon. "pretends". lmao.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night? → i'd imagine dez lol. mammon snores kinda loudly and raucously some nights and at times he can be a pretty active sleeper so he'll probably annoy dez more than once

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy? → maybe more mammon, he's been living with levi for thousands of years at this point and has learned a lot of the art of the video game. but be warned cuz he shows no mercy!!!

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other? → probably mammon, that is when he gets up in the middle of the night at all. he usually sleeps through the night but if he's been doing smth like drinking and he absolutely NEEDS to get up i'd imagine he'd accidentally wake dez and she'd sleepily be like 'go back to sleep' or smth skjdfhsdkjfh

[obscureoperations]

Been a while but I hope you've been doing well! Here's love letter/secret admirer anon again (but I think you already know who I am 😂)

I've sent some wholesome stuff and you've replied with equally wholesome things!

But now I wonder...

How Martin would react if his special someone decided to get a little more frisky in their writing and even send them a couple of Polaroids of them in... well, compromising situations. 👀

I am sure his eyes would pop right out his skull and lock his door but will he delve into writing something sinful as well? Or would he stick with sugary words and tender sentences? I can only wonder.

Yooo! It has been a while.. ur right. I’ve been a bit busy.

Honestly that is a thot! I’m here for it. I believe a long time ago I wanted to do something about taking “Polaroids” of Martin👀👀 Don’t think I got around to it but I do like this idea.

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I think that initially, he wouldn’t know how to react. Equal parts shocked and massively turned on. The pictures were so clear and artfully done.. there was no way you could have taken them yourself. He knew that you did and the idea alone excited him. You took those photos just for him to enjoy. You made the time to stand in front of the mirror, or lay across the bed with the intention of sending him those pictures

In the beginning he was so careful with the photos, in the fear that Cuda might  stumble across them. He kept all the explicit notes and photos stored away, neatly tucked beneath his mattress. He would revisit them every night with the image of you right there in front of him. Completely open and on display. Eyeing him like some sort of beacon as he’d slowly move to crawl on top of you.

 The tasteful poses, the way the sunlight would bounce from your skin..like images plucked directly from his fantasies. You were just so pretty, and you were his. The pictures only solidified the fact.

Martin had to admit, he loved the fact you were never shy. Both in person and on film--it was easy for you to leave him completely flustered. He had been staring at the pictures for nearly fifteen minutes... heartbeat still hammering against his ribs. He found the small white envelope tucked under his doorstep and immediately shoved it into his pocket.

The door was locked as he sat perched at the edge of the bed..the heat had still never left his face. Fingers lightly tracing over the edges of the polaroid as he tries to steady his breath. He was trembling..in the early days he might have thought that he needed to to feed. The shakiness..he was becoming quite lightheaded--his stomach seemed to be doinsomersaultsts. 

With a sigh, Martin reluctantly lifts himself from the bed with a bit more struggle than he would have expected. Carefully gathering up the photos before neatly placing them into a small wooden box. He begins rifling through his drawer for a pen and a piece of stationary. It was an ongoing game between the two of you. You send him things and he replies in full. Despite the fact that he could come by any time seeing as you lived alone. He liked to place the letters under the mat. If anything, just for the atmosphere.

He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the blank sheet of parchment--there were so many things he wanted to say. He had gotten better at expressing his thoughts especially on paper. It was easy..the words flowed freely, but  as of now he was a bit distracted. He takes a moment to release a deep breath, absentmindedly tapping the pen against his lips. Throwing caution to the wind he begins to write.

I can see you love at the top of the staircase.. I’m going to catch you darling..It’s just a matter of when.

~

Sorry this was so short..but listen. Forget sending letters, I wonder if he’d ever send risque photos as well?? The fact that its actually polaroids(staying true to the times) is interesting to say the least. You know how shy he normally is so imagine him taking time to find the camera. Lock the door and get undressed. I wonder how many shots he has to take??

[twistedwonderlandimaginesblog]

Oh oh Malleus + meadow, please 👀

Malleus Draconia: 

meadow. our muses getting frisky under the open sky, in a field.

It was too early for this.

The flowing white outfit you were adorned in felt rather breezy in the colorful meadow that you’d found yourself in, sitting down on a knitted blanket that was given to you as a wedding gift. It was technically a pre-wedding gift as you weren’t officially married to Malleus quite yet but you were closer than anyone had been yet, sitting on said blanket at the crack of dawn; it had been explained to you by Lilia as some sort of symbol of a new relationship being born but you’d been half-asleep as he’d dressed and explained it to you. Malleus was wearing a similar outfit but you hadn’t seen him yet, having been advised to go to this spot without your lover and to patiently await him ‘finding’ you. The traditions weren’t ones you were familiar with and half the time you swore someone must be playing some cruel joke on you but you simply went with the flow to show your fiancé how serious he was about you.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

Malleus is, indeed, wearing a similar outfit that feels like it’s practically see-through and suddenly you realize yours might be as well. Panicking, you looked down at yourself to check if you could see your bare chest but Malleus’ laughter distracted you. He sat beside you on the blanket, reaching over to brush your hair out his way so he could fully see and admire your face. You’re surprised that you’re so into this, that you leaning into his touch and eager to see what comes next. The thought of making love with Malleus in the middle of the field so early in the morning, in special clothing to boot, had made you feel rather anxious but now that you were finally alone together all those anxieties seemed to be eased. There was some anxiety to be had about marrying a prince but when Malleus looked at you with eyes full of love and adoration it was just too easy to forget it all.

“I’ll start.”

“M-Malleus…!” You let out a squeak of surprise as his lips gently brushed against your partially revealed collar bone, fingers making themselves busy with the buttons on your blouse. You’d known this was coming and you weren’t exactly worried since this was Malleus after all; he’d proven that you could trust him with your life. It was already an act you’d only done once before with him before you’d suddenly grown very busy, your engagement happening so quickly it made your head spin. But he’s slow and careful with his movements, admiring the soft skin of your bare chest, a sight that was now meant for his eyes only.

“Just relax. No one’s around, it’s just the two of us… It’s been a long time since I’ve had you all to myself,” His fingers traced around your nipples, smirking as your body arched into his touch and practically begged him for more even if your lips remained sealed. “I apologize but I fully plan on taking advantage of this. The wedding preparations won’t give us much time to spend together.”

“Then we’ll make it count?”

“I intend to.”

[shelbysdevil]

papers. our muses getting frisky in an office / work setting. (👀👀👀)

Nsfw prompt list from here

“What are you doing here?” Tommy asked with a raised brow as Mason stepped into his office, his papers thrown to the desk while she approached him with a promising smirk.

“I… just wanted to check on you.” she replied and probably meant that she was missing him, even if she wouldn’t put it that obvious way cause it was still hard for them to admit that their connection went beyond simple attraction. Since the day Thomas had pleased her in the bar, her desires to feel him raised more and more and it wasn’t a secret that he had wanted this from the start. Still it was surprising that she came here, knowing that part of his family and employees were around and could look into his office in the back.

“Why don’t you come closer?” he asked while looking over his glasses, Mason walking around his desk to step right next to him, grinning at the uncommon view.

“I didn’t know you’re wearing these.” Maybe that was because he mostly avoided the glasses. It took him long enough to agree on getting them, but he was still only wearing them at work and kept them safe in his office cause it somehow felt embarrassing to admit any weakness, even if this one was just connected to his sight.

“Well…” He sighed and sat up straight in his massive armchair, slipping down his glasses to put them on the desk before one arm could wrap around her waist. “Maybe that’s cause this is my workplace, Mason. And usually we don’t spend time here when I have regular visits with business partners and all that, ain’t I right?” And still she was here, beautiful and tempting like she always was to him which lead his hand from her waist down to slip under the edge of her skirt.

“Thomas, I…” Of course as always she pretended that this wasn’t what she came for. That her eyes didn’t eat him up from the moment she stepped in and now forced herself to close them while her hand blindly reached for his wrist to stop him.

“Shhh. In here you’ll address me as Mr Shelby, like everyone else does too when they step in here.” The grip of his wrist wasn’t strong and the way her expression softened revealed that she indeed just wanted to keep her pride and not admit how much she actually enjoyed the fact that he couldn’t take his hands from her. Even as his hand slipped further up, wandering to her inner thigh which made her hold onto his chair suddenly, she didn’t flinch away and instead opened her legs more by slightly stepping one foot aside. “So… you just wanted to check on me, eh?” His eyes slowly looked around, realizing that everyone outside couldn’t see her from her waist down and where he shoved his hand and as long as they wouldn’t care and no one would interrupt, he could just continue what he was doing. This was his business after all wasn’t it?

“Yes Mr Shelby.” it rolled weakly from her lips just as he reached her center, sneaking under the fabric of her panties to conquer her clit, gently teasing her top while his eyes just closed to enjoy the warm feeling under his tips. “Thomas…”

“No one can see us, Mason. Stop talking.” he lowly groaned back, feeling how her grip loosened to grab his desk instead so she could stabilize her body from the tension that went through her limbs. “I think you didn’t just come to check on me. You came exactly for this.” His eyes went back up to her face in the same moment two of his fingers slipped inside of her, just to watch the changing expression on her and the way she bit her lower lip to suppress a moan. “If I’m not completely wrong here… and believe me I’m rarely wrong when it comes to my work, you came here to ask me if I’d fuck you tonight. If I could come home with you after I’m done here just to fuck you in the sheets. Ain’t I right Ms Zircon?”

Mason tried everything to not give in. Digging her nails into his desk while trying to get her breathing under control simply to not say he was right, but the “No” she whispered was so weak, that Tommy just started to tease her more as he turnt his fingers inside of her and started thrusting into her wet walls slow and deep.

“Say that again. No one says no to me in my office Mason.” Maybe she wasn’t able to speak anymore. Maybe the pleasure had grown too fast that she just leaned over as her walls started to twitch, but before she could even cum for him, his door suddenly opened and with it his hand pulled away from her to rest back on his desk.

“Mr Shelby, your appointment arrived.”

“Send him in, Johnny. Miss Zircon and me were just finished.” he replied with a devious grin and since it wasn’t uncommon for Tommy to have female business visits as well, nobody dared to ask questions anyways. His head turnt to look at Masons red checks, a smirk on his lips as he lifted his still wet fingers to lick them off in one go. “I’ve got business now. You checked on me. I guess we’re fine then? Or do you need a glass of water, Mason? You look… a little shaky on your legs.”

He had won this and he knew it. Even more he loved to see himself succeed in that way and while Mason corrected her skirt Tommy took his glasses again to continue with the papers he threw away before. “Mr Shelby, tonight I…”

“Yes… I might see you after work, Mason. Just wait for me at the bar, will you? Could be late. I have my hands full you know? But yes, I’ll check on you tonight.” At least he wouldn’t say no to a second meeting that was for sure. But seeing her walk out with those shaky legs and the fact that he just denied her an orgasm, made him sure she only would be more needy later and he couldn’t deny that he absolutely loved that imagination and wanted more of it.

@smokinmirrors

[thirstyandbeautiful]

AH WAIT A SECOND HOE FAIRY: the concept when you know you’re pregnant already because u did the test but you hide it from them and you just snicker to yourself the butterflies in your stomach almost bursting out when they do stuff like hold you close to them and place their hand on your belly grazing the skin protectively and putting it under the hem of your shorts to catch a feel lAND THEY DONT EVEN KNOW THE BABY IS THERE and oops when you accidentally spill the tea 👀 like one night when you play fight or something you accidentally be like “wait be careful with me, there’s your baby there” you jokingly say and then you’re like oh fuck and Daniel is like what the fuck you just said to me???? I recon some punishment and spanking would happen later but papi would die from happiness 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 another concept when you have like a quiet night together with all of your family around and you’re just sitting at the table in Papi’s arms his hands on your stomach as you lazily play with his hands as your parents talk about business with your men and maybe the topic comes out on kids and you’re like 👀👀 fuck my parents can’t know before them so I must be quiet 🧎‍♀️

“So, when am I getting a grandchild?”

The abrupt way your father none too gently drops the questions catches you off guard, and your eyes instinctually go to Daddy and Papi. You can hear your mother scolding him as you take in the sweet, hopeful smile on Daddy’s face and Papi’s far away, dreamy expression as his thumb strokes your hand where your fingers are intertwined.

“Soon can’t come soon enough.” Daniel wistfully answers for all three of you.

You smile and nod, not trusting the truth to not spill from your lips. Cause you’re the only one who knows that all the trying has finally worked.

You’re pregnant.

-

After your parents leave for the night, the boys are a bit frisky, most likely from the baby talk. It doesn’t take long for Daddy to make a move once you’re all in your master suite. He playfully tackles you on the bed while Papi is showering.

Growling, tickling and pinching, you both roll around on your expansive bed while giggling and licking each other’s necks and faces. You can hear the bathroom door open, and you can hear Papi scoff and chuckle as he watches you two play fight.

When Daddy playfully flips you on to your front and presses his pelvis down into yours to keep you under him, a small gasp leaves your lips.

“Careful!” You hiss reflexively.

Daddy quickly pushes himself on to his knees and hovers over you, his thick muscular arms on each side of your head, “What? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you answer softly, realizing that this is the moment. You feel the bed shift as Papi climbs on next to you both. “it’s just…” you giggle a bit as the words finally rush out, “there’s a baby in there.”

The only sound in the room is your giggling, Daddy and Papi completely speechless. A few hilarious moments pass before Papi suddenly bursts out laughing too, grabbing your face from underneath Daddy and kissing you wildly. You hear the exact moment everything processes for Daddy and giggle into Papi’s mouth as he shouts and asks ‘really!’ over his own laughter.

Hot, heavy hands cup your yet to expand tummy and you can’t help but whine.

“Oh, our baby.” Daddy says softly, his thumbs brushing over your pelvis.

You squirm at his touch.

“How long have you known?” Papi asks, his lips on your collarbone as you lay boneless on the bed.

“A week.”

“Should punish you.” Daddy bites out, a dark smile pulling at his face.

Papi hums as his hand comes to cup your ribs right under your left breast, the space between his thumb and forefinger pushing your tit up the neckline of the sundress you wore for dinner. He leans over and bites into the swell of your cleavage as you whimper.

The breeze of your skirt being flipped up makes you shiver.

“But, I don’t think that’s gonna happen tonight.”

Daddy pulls your legs apart and leans down to come face to face with your pussy. You gasp as his fingers hook into your panties and roughly shoves them aside, exposing you to the cool air of the room for a second before his hot mouth closes over your cunt and his tongue pushes into your entrance. He moans loudly, catching Papi’s attention, and pulls his tongue out to lap at your spread seam.

“Taste sweeter already.” Daddy grins up at you, his beard shiny with your juices and his own drool.

Papi growls and grabs the edges of the neckline of your dress, and tugs hard enough to make the spaghetti straps pop and rip off the top of the dress. You moan at the show of strength while he shoves your top down so your tits are out. Your fingers sink into his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and roughly grasps it between his teeth, his tongue flickers over it.

“Oh yeah, just wait until those swell up.” Daddy eggs Papi on before he pulls your hand out of your shared husband’s hair and hauls Papi off of you, “We did it, baby.” He says to Papi before they’re kissing messily over you.

You watch the clash of tongue and teeth, so desperate, so hot, so unlike the way they usually kiss, and whimper. You buck your hips, where Daddy’s hands are holding you, for attention.

Papi chuckles and looks down at you with Daddy, “Now, now, you’re already full, little love.”

“Want more, please.” You ask sweetly, pushing your panties off your hips as they watch you lay yourself out for them. You reach down and pull the skirt of your dress up more, until the only thing the fabric is covering is your ribs.

Daddy and Papi both swallow hard as their eyes rake your body, their gazes freezing on your midsection. Both men only have shorts on and it’s a tease for them to be so close yet so covered, with each of their lengths fighting the fabric of their clothes. You’re staring exclusively at their dicks, so you don’t notice the look they share and the devious smiles they give each other.

“Alright, sweetness.”

Daddy shifts and sits between your spread legs, turning himself so he can peel his briefs off. You can see the skin of his hip and feel your mouth water. But before you can see what you really want to see, you hear the heavy thud of clothes hitting the ground. Your head snaps to the side as you catch Papi completely naked, his large hand wrapped around himself as he holds his length up against his tummy. You whimper as you look at his girth, his thick forearm right next to his penis only making it look more thicker.

There wasn’t an inch of that man that wasn’t a handful.

Whimpering as Papi pushes himself off the bed with one hand, you can’t utter his name as your attention is redirected between your legs. Daddy’s tapping his tip against your clit. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you look down at one of the cocks that impregnated you.

“I know you want this,” Daddy teases, “but you gotta be a good girl and wait.”

You pout as his fingers poke your shoulder, and you take the hint to lay back flat. Daddy grabs some pillows from around you as Papi crawls back to you. He rolls something near Daddy, too fast for you to tell what it was. You don’t have time to ask what’s happening when Daddy’s shoving pillows under your hips. You hum as he shoves two pillows under you, lifting your pussy up to pelvis height.

Papi’s snakes around to grab Daddy’s length, the lighter shaded hand wrapping around the darker length. You can’t help but play with your nipples, so turned on from the sight of Papi moving behind Daddy, and Daddy moaning.

“What-“

“Shush.” Papi says softly before winking at you from over Daddy’s shoulder, his hand disappearing behind Daddy again.

“But-“

A hard crack shuts you up as Daddy’s handprint blooms on your inner thigh where he just slapped you. You keep your whimpering low as your hands anxiously pull at your nipples, the puckered skin tingling as you squeeze at it. You watch as Papi’s hands squeeze Daddy’s hips.

“Such nice tits.” You hear Daddy mumble.

You playfully push your tits together and stick your tongue out at him. His eyes are half lidded but he bites his lip and grins down at you. Head lulling back on to Papi’s shoulder, Daddy moans as Papi is suddenly pressing himself against his back. You moan as his cock moves with the swaying of his body, Daddy’s heavy length dragging across your lips. It feels surreal when it jerks and lifts for a second off your pussy before thudding back on it.

You watch Papi’s face and Daddy’s, and look at Papi’s grip on Daddy’s slim waist. It takes a second but it freezes you in your tracks when you catch up.

“Are you-“

“M’fucking you both tonight.” Papi tells you, his voice deep and rough as he reaches around for Daddy’s cock.

You lay back and moan as he pushes Daddy’s tip against your snatch, teasing the both of you.

“Is this what you want, beautiful? You want to cum in our pussy?” He mumbles into Daddy’s neck just loud enough for you to hear.

Daddy shakes his head, his neck exposed as he stays leaned back against Papi. Papi growls as he lets go of Daddy’s dick for a second and grasps his hips again. He roughly snaps his hips forward, a loud double clap that makes Daddy howl and his cock jerk over your pussy again.

“What do you want, huh?”

He’s hissing into Daddy’s ear again, and you whimper as he slaps Daddy’s cock so it hits his own stomach before falling back on your dripping cunt. Daddy is a mess of whines and whimpers as Papi slaps his cock again.

“Wanna cum in our pussy.” He whimpers.

“Ask her nicely.” Papi directs.

You eagerly keep your gaze on Daddy’s face as his head drops to look at you, “Can I cum in you?”

“Yes please.” You answer sweetly, earning a grin from the two men above you.

“Good boy.” Papi praises Daddy as he grabs his cock again, making Daddy hum.

Your breaths come out heavier as the familiar hard velvet of Daddy’s cock teases your seam as Papi leads it to your entrance. Once there, you can feel how wet you’ve become as Papi smears your essence with the head in his hand.

“Two of the tightest holes I’ve ever fucked.” Papi lewdly comments as he pushes Daddy into you painfully slow, Daddy’s body moving forward as Papi leans forward against him too.

You moan as Daddy pushes past the ring of muscles in your entrance. Your eyes slip shut just to pop back open as Papi roughly fucks into Daddy, his hips snapping as Daddy is forced to fuck you as Papi fucks him. It makes you dizzy thinking how Papi is fucking you both, and from the look on Daddy’s face, he thinks the same.

“Wish I could get you both pregnant,” you and Daniel whine at Papi’s dirty talk, “you both already take so much of my cum already,” Daddy’s raggedly breathing into your collarbone as he lays his face against it, “knew she’d end up full of our babies.” He mutters to himself.

You turn your face and kiss Daddy, your lips pressed together as his length fills yours and the force of Papi fucking Daddy fucks Daddy into you.