#admin lust

[extinctfowl]

i had big brain let me cook theory that the stage 2: envy thing for quackitys stream is that its the 7 levels of purgatory with each level representing one of the sleeping eggs with tilin as a sort of psychopomp leading him though the levels and that either when he finished all the levels all the eggs will wake up or when he finishes a level that respective egg will wake up

..which is a long way to say i imagined pomme as wrath with her getting like, revenge for the time quackity kidnapped dapper and shit and was so overcome at how Fucking Sick that would be that i started levitating 6 feet off my bed

[gary-goldstein-law]

Blair’s thighs seem very biteable

i wan t to . oh i fuckign gwant to.

Gary's eyes darken a little as he thinks about it, and he takes other sip of his drink.

[hildearts]

nothing interesting to say :P

[badbtssmut]

The reader dates with Taehyung's twin and they have a quarrel. Taehyung pretends to be his twin brother and has sex with the reader like he always dreamed of

Admin note: normally don’t do twins, but liked this idea 🫶

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“You were right, y/n. I shouldn’t have kept my ex’s number in my phone. You are right, it would only keep the door open to cheating. I was immature, and I’m sorry.” The man who you thought was your boyfriend, apologized.

You took the flowers Taehyung handed to you.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung asked.

You opened the door wider, and stepped aside.

Taehyung walked into your apartment and sat down on the couch. “I missed you.” He said.

You closed the door and sat beside him.

You sighed and shook your head.

You missed him too. But you had been angry. Angry that he still had his ex-girlfriend in his phone. It had made you question if you could ever really trust him.

Your first real fight. It had been one week since you had seen or spoken to each other.

Unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had vented to Taehyung how he was sick of how jealous and insecure you were, and how you had accused him of cheating. This was the perfect time for him to make his move. Taehyung convinced his brother to give you some space, and to reconsider the relationship, causing doubt in his mind.

“Y/N, please, I was being immature.” He scooted closer to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You rested your head against him.

He kissed the top of your head.

You missed this.

You missed him.

“Alright, I don’t want to fight anymore. I forgive you. Just, no more secrets okay? No more lies. You tell me the truth from now on, and I promise to do the same. And no more ex-girlfriends in your phone.”

Taehyung chuckled. “I promise.”

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Something was different about your boyfriend.

“Fuck, such a delicious pussy, want to pound into it all night.” Taehyung groaned as he tilted his head back, thrusting into you.

He was rougher, and dirtier.

And you were loving it.

His cock felt like it was splitting you open. It was so big and long. You loved how he filled you up. You loved how he slammed his hips against you. How he gripped your thighs tightly as he pounded you.

“I didn’t know you could fuck me like this…” You whispered, “You’re different, but I like it.” You let out a shaky moan as he groped onto your breasts, kneading them in his hands, before leaning down to lick and suck at them.

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you arch your back, pushing your breasts against his mouth.

Your boyfriend had gotten more aggressive with his fucking, and a little more dominant.

But you didn't mind.

Taehyung grabbed your ankles, pushing your knees against your chest as he fucked into you, his balls slapping against your ass.

You were dripping.

Dripping wet.

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of sex.

“Pretty girls like you deserve to get filled with cum, don't you agree, princess? You love the feeling of my cock inside of you, don’t you? Look how good you take me, you were made to take my dick.” Fuck, he was so hot.

You felt your pussy milk Taehyung’s cock dry, clenching around him, causing him to spill inside of you.

Taehyung grunted. He held your legs open and thrusted in and out of you as his seed spilled inside of your cunt.

You came down from your high, and watched him pull his cock out, and the cum drip out of your pussy.

His thumb pressed down on your clit. Taehyung then rubbed circles around your clit, and then moved his hand down, sliding two fingers into you and pumping in and out of you, his cum dripping from his fingers.

You shuddered, “More.. please.”

He smiled wickedly.

You loved this new side of him.

-

"Pretty flowers,” Your boyfriend complimented the bouquet on the table.

“They are, they have been holding up pretty well. Where’d you get them?” You asked as you hugged him.

“Huh?” He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop joking around,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not, what are you talking about? I didn’t get those for you.” He pointed to the flowers.

Your stomach dropped.

“What? Please.. stop, that’s not funny! Are you going to say next that we didn’t fuck either? It was just a dream!? Don't play games with me. I remember it like it was yesterday, are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

Your boyfriend’s face turned pale at your words.

“That fucking asshole, it must’ve been Taehyung, that sneaky motherfucker!” Your boyfriend suddenly shouted, slamming a fist on the table before he ran off, leaving you in confusion.

Wait, you fucked his twin brother?

[fandomskipping]

Tw: stepcest, obsessive behavior, stalking, breaking and entering, masturbation, subish!/masochist!Gojo

Stepbro!Gojo who wanted nothing to do with you, but became obsessed with you in just a matter of weeks.

Stepbro!Gojo who saw you at the compulsory weekly family dinners and made a point of ignoring you, only to arrive home later into the evening and stalk you on social media for hours.

It was stupid really, how he, a successful businessman that was well into his 20s, pretended that he's above fraternizing with a mere college student, but then paid a private investigator to follow you around when the feeds on your social media didn't provide enough information anymore.

He told himself that it was for your safety, but he was well aware that he was doing it mostly because he wanted to see if you got yourself a lover.

Stepbro!Gojo who bribed your dorm's admin to give him a copy of your room's key just so he could slip into your private quarters and rummage through your stuff.

Stepbro!Gojo who found the hamper filled with your dirty clothes and quickly dug his lanky arm right in, pulling piles of clothes out and dropping them on the floor at his feet.

He tried lying to himself again, thinking that he did this just so he could get a better grasp of what you usually wore to class (as if he didn't have a binder-worth of pictures his PI took of you these last few weeks). But the moment he saw your panties, he quickly dropped the act and lunged after them, pulling them out of the pile and holding them in front of his face so he could better analyze them.

Nude in color and plain cotton. He frowned and he moved the clothes around with his foot, trying to see if there was anything else. Maybe something a bit cuter? Something with lace and silk, perhaps? He found nothing of that sort. No embellishments, no little gems sewed into the material, no cute colors.

Stepbro!Gojo promised to buy you cuter lingerie once you would be living with him, but for now, the ones he found would do.

He bunched the panties in his hand and shrugged his coat off his muscular shoulders, allowing it to fall on top of your dirty clothes.

Unbuckling his belt, he fell on your bed and stretched his legs. He brought the panties to his face and inhaled deeply, his white lashes fluttering at the intense musky smell.

His cock started filling into his boxers and Gojo quickly shimmied out of his slacks and underwear. With one hand he grabbed his cock, and with a few expert tugs, it was standing fully erect, beads of precum already emerging out of the bulbous tip.

With another whiff, Gojo started working his cock, using his pre as lube.

It was embarrassing what he was doing—jerking off in a college dorm using his stepsister's used panties as wank material—but he couldn't help it.

He wanted to see you—no, he needed to see you. With a shaky hand he dropped the panties on his chest and grabbed his phone, going straight to the gallery he dedicated to you. He scrolled through the pictures while his hand moved faster on his cock—he wouldn't last long, he knew it.

He found a picture he especially liked and propped his phone on one of your pillows, so he could grab the panties again. Feeling around for the stained gusset, Gojo gave it a lick, his eyes crossing at your strong taste.

"Fuck," he whimpered, pulling at his cock furiously. His blue eyes found your picture and he imagined you were actually there, watching him closely, telling him he's a disgusting perverted pig for lusting over his stepsister.

Gojo threw his head back and came at the thought of your insults, his dick trembling in his pale hand as shot after shot of cum hit the white shirt he should have taken off.

His body relaxed and slumped into the bed as he caught his breath.

Stepbro!Gojo promised himself that this would be the first and last time he does this, but who is he kidding? He started coming back to the dorm every Tuesday afternoon, knowing you'd be in class.

And when that's no longer enough, Stepbro!Gojo convinced your mom that it would be so much better, so much safer, if you'd move in with him.

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Could you do headcannons for Undertaker with an s/o who has trouble cumming? 🥺

I love your Black Butler hc and scenarios💖

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Undertaker with an s/o who Has trouble cumming Headcanons + Drabble

Fandom: Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji

Rated: 18+

Warnings: humping, praise, dirty talk, 18+ content in general

Genre: Smut

Admin Harmony: Wohoo guess who's back? It's me! I wanted to come out strong and I think I did just that baby! Thank you so much for the compliment and I hope you enjoy this!

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᯽Yeah, I understand the frustration of having trouble cumming. 

᯽So once you tell Undertaker about your issue with cumming, he will look rather intrigued. 

᯽ Obviously he will see it as a challenge. 

᯽And you know damn well he is going to try to succeed at doing it. 

᯽So he will suggest doing different things to see what will be the most effective. 

᯽He will finger you, eat you out, use of toys, the list goes  on and on. 

᯽He will also have you try different positions to see what can help too. 

᯽Hell, if there is a very weird or specific kink you have he will indulge in it happily. 

᯽*Cough* bonus if you also have a  spit kink as well.  *cough* 

᯽He loves experimenting and communicating with you. 

᯽He just wants to make sure you are comfortable so he will ask you questions while doing the deed. 

᯽”How does it feel when I touch you here?” “Do you like this, hm?” 

᯽”Tell me all of your fantasies, my love.” 

᯽ If he doesn’t make you cum the first time then he will take note of what to do or what not to do for next time. 

᯽definitely would want to try edging with you. 

᯽He loves edging so he would think it would be fun to edge you. 

᯽Also will love to use sex toys to also help with cumming. 

᯽He is so pro sex toys. 

᯽ Once he finally gets you to cum he will be so happy. 

᯽ He will feel accomplished, and again will take note on what to do next time. 

᯽It’s really all about experimenting and communicating with one other, and he is more than happy to do it with you. 

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You couldn’t help but squirm under his touch as his long, lengthy fingers expertly explored every inch and crevice of your sensitive nub. You weren't exactly sure how he was able to figure out what made you feel this way since you had so much trouble with cumming all by yourself. Your whimpers started to become audible, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, you could feel your arousal dripping from your wet cavern all the way down to his lap which was soaked. 

“You look so adorable like this, my love.” Undertaker teased, slowly curling his fingers to hit your g-spot, feeling your body shake with wanton lust. “Does this feel good, dear? Do you want me to go faster?” Your stream of whimpers sounded pathetic, not being able to speak up properly. “I need you to speak clearly for me. How else am I going to make you cum?” “Y-yes please go faster… I need it.” You pleaded to him, Undertaker let out a chuckle, entertained by how desperate you are for him. “Anything for you, my love.” He hummed, moving his fingers in and out of you softly, then gently moving faster, while curling his fingers inside of you, to make sure  was hitting the right spot. He watch as your arousal continued to leak out, wetting everything that was below you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, “Ah, that’s new my dear. You never reacted like this before. We are getting somewhere.” Then out of nowhere, Undertaker took his fingers right out of you, watching you whine loudly and denial. “Nooo Adrian why? I need you!” You begin to cry, you hated how empty you felt without him, he needed to go back in or you don’t think you will ever get to cum for a very long time. 

“Hush, if you really want to come, then you will have to put more effort into it. Ride my hand like how you would do me, I’m sure you are ready enough to do that.” You weren’t exactly sure if that was true, you didn’t trust yourself with making yourself come. “Go on, if you need any help then I will happily oblige.”

Those words were somehow very comforting to you. Undertaker places his already wet hand in front of you, low enough for you to sit on it. You did exactly that, placing yourself onto him, gasping at the touch of his hand on your warmness. 

“I think you know what you need to do next, don’t be shy, you’re doing wonderful.”

You wrapped both of your arms around him as you gin to grind yourself onto his hand. You begin to move slowly, your grinding was a bit sloppy as you tried to find the right rhythm and pace that could get you off. Then, you begin to move your hips faster, your breathing hitching as your arousal grew more and more, now it seemed that you were leaking even more now, “Ah ah ah, up at me. I want to see your beautiful face as you come on my hand.” His dirty words and silky voice did something to you, which caused you to pick up the pace of your riding. You looked pathetic, but in the cutest way possible. You couldn’t believe that you were about to come just by riding Undertaker’s hand. What sent you over the edge was when he randomly started to rub your sensetive nerves. You halted your movements, moaning as loud as you can, shocked but also very pleased that he started to pleasure you again. Then Undertaker randomly halted his movements, you whined out in frustration. “Now now, you need to also put in work for your orgasm as well, nothing is free, my dear.” You sighed, but you began to move on the palm of his hand again, you needed this, and you will do anything for it. Your hips moved along with the movements of his hands, the friction added something extra. Your streams of moans were music to his ears, his eyes never leaving yours as you finally reached your climax. You cling onto Undertaker, the feeling of euphoria filled every inch of your body as long as your mind. You never wanted this feeling to end but sadly, it did. Once you come off from your high, you begin to pant, not realizing how much of a mess you made Undertaker. 

“My my, that was very intense but it seemed like it worked out tremendously,” He said, looking down at his lap which was soaked in your arousal. You looked down as well, biting your lip out of  embarrassment, “Yeah…. I think so too.” 

[eldritch-spouse]

PINNIE I WANNA PUT BELO IN AN AMAZON POSITION, is that what it’s called,,,? I DUNNO DONT CARE I WANT THIS ANGEL BOY BENEATH ME—DOMINATE HIM AA!! Also it’s funny imaging a small human bending a large angel :}

[YOU'RE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE OOOOOHHH-💨 Fem reader. You are not Admin in this.]

TW: Reader is slightly pushy at first but it's entirely consensual.

" I want to try something different. " You muse out loud.

" ... My Lady? "

Sex with Belo is great.

Upon first meeting the angel, you had one or two assumptions in your head that you thought held true. That angels are asexual, incapable of carnal desire. You thought he'd chastise you for expressing attraction to him, that he wouldn't make for a pleasing bedmate anyway.

You couldn't have been more wrong. Belo is none of those things.

In fact, the signs were there from the start. Belo had been struggling with containing his own desires for a torturous amount of time. You simply didn't want to interpret reality for what it was. Didn't want to believe that lingering touches meant more than just a different perception of personal boundaries, that his longing staring wasn't just a tendency of angels to be vigilant... Even as he confessed to finding you the most gorgeous lesser there is, you didn't believe that attraction could hold within itself the selfishness of lust.

Obviously, you know much better by now.

You know Belo craves to please you at any capacity he can, that your approval and ecstasy in bed is something he always seems to put before his own. And you love the sensation of his body atop yours, his sheer size, his warmth, the trembling need barely contained in his limbs when he sinks into you and that unforgettable softness experienced when your hands roam around his furred figure. It's bliss from beginning to end, your own little Eden provided by the angel that somehow proclaimed you his savior.

And yet...

Sometimes, it feels repetitive.

Like Belo is somewhat scared of doing something you would consider inadequate, so he sticks tightly to what he knows. Especially positions and gestures you have initiated in the past. You initially understood this as a sign of Belo's timidity and slight apprehension regarding such intimacies, but as time passes, you're fairly certain he himself is longing to try different things.

And you've been plagued with a certain mental image for a while.

So why not try your hand at it?

The power stares expectantly at your seated form on the couch by the doorway, having previously been in the kitchen, busying himself with chores you didn't assign or request of him- As usual. He dons on his front one of your aprons, the cloth looking ridiculously tiny on him, covered with stains you assume belong to sauces.

He's always wearing that black tight suit, it almost makes you feel bad for preferring to put on loose-fitting and comfortable clothes in your own home.

" I want to try something different, Belo. " You repeat.

There's a humorous pause wherein the angel tries to calculate what you might be talking about, your poker face and neutral tone betraying absolutely nothing. His eyes widen, and the non-human straightens immediately.

" Yes, of course my Lady! I've been looking at those uhm... " Belo gesticulates oddly, searching for words he doesn't necessarily understand. " Those digital cookbooks you have, and I spotted this very good-looking dish- "

Oh. Oh the poor thing.

He thinks you're talking about dinner.

The laugh that erupts from your throat is hearty and genuine, startling your devoted celestial into ashamed silence. Maybe he assumes you're mocking him for trying to use your social media bookmarks to cook. It's a genuinely sweet and loving effort from Belo, one of very many, provided he doesn't require nourishment in the form of actual food like you. You don't want him to feel self-conscious about something so considerate.

Rising from the comforting cushions, you approach the taller monster with a dubious little grin on your lips, hands dipping behind the apron to tug the long open collar of his outfit forward, down, your eyes meeting his two naturally engorged ones. The angel's tilted eyes have always been a touch too intense, but you know that's in his kind's nature, especially since he told you his specific cast specializes in combat and protection. Still, it's ever easy to get lost in those pools.

" I said something new. "

This time, there can be no type of misunderstanding. Even if Belo had the thickest skull in all of existence, the way your lids bat coyly and your head cants leaves zero to the imagination. An index flirts idly with neat clumps of fur as his chest begins fluffing in tension. He has no saliva to swallow down, but you wouldn't blame him if he gulped at this moment.

" Ah- I... I see. "

With a gentler smile, you undo the apron's knot, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Belo's face, hearing him coo a noise out, before carefully removing the garment in a way that causes the least discomfort possible to his smaller pair of wings.

" Did you leave anything on in the kitchen? "

" No, my Lady. "

He doesn't quite know what to do with himself, hands previously twitching by his sides now holding each other at his front, before he decides the pose isn't appropriate and holds them at his back instead, straightening- As if you needed another reminder of how he towers over humans. Three eyes bounce everywhere in the room, avoiding you as he always does when nervous, yet occasionally fleetingly checking for some type of approval in your gaze.

Cruelly, you allow him to remain in that riled up stasis for a few precious moments, standing on the tips of your toes to further crowd him.

" Good. Leave dinner to me tonight. "

When you take that lightly furred pale hand in yours, Belo follows obediently after you like a lost puppy.

" Undress. " You begin as soon as you're inside the bedroom, not even bothered to look the angel's way as you start arranging the sheets and pillows.

You're going to put him in a position that might be a little stressful for a being with wings, so there's a lot of caution to be exercised here. You figure support for his lower back and neck should help. After all, he takes similar measures with you regularly.

The sound of something soft hitting the floor has you finally looking back, faced with your angel now bare, flexing his wings gently. You've always wondered how he doesn't struggle with taking off clothes given his large wings, you'd certainly consider it a chore, just as many demons hate sweaters that get caught on their horns.

Belo presents himself to you, standing straight and spanning his wings a certain distance -Careful not to hit the walls- And spreading his legs the slightest amount in spite of his ever present slight nervousness. You've always liked that little tuft of fur above his slit, the way it feels against your fingers when he neglects to trim it for a while.

" My beautiful angel. " You praise. " Come, undress me. "

And really, if there was one request you could make of the all-powerful beings Belo so frequently raves about, it would be the ability to see the way his furious flush spreads from his face to his already fur-covered neck.

Supremely gentle and dexterous fingers work at your clothes with the same reverence he continues to extend your way no matter how much time passes. You'll never get used to this level of sweetness, this worship, Belo touches you like with a love so profound you can swear you somehow feel it in the tips of his digits. Even in his moments of seemingly greedy pursuit of gratification, Belo doesn't seem to know how to be anything except devoted. Maybe it's because he's angelic, but you can say for certain that you've never been treated this nicely, and you've never longed for anyone's embrace as much as you long for his.

The power doesn't let his fingers roam too much when he follows your command, intent on getting things done dutifully as opposed to demonstrating lack of self-control. His eyes however, swirling windows to the soul of a celestial, reveal everything he refuses to voice or act on out of respect for you. Belo's pupils dilate immensely as soon as your bare breasts are exposed, his digits acquire a slight tremble as he makes to fold your top and set it down on the drawer, until you playfully bat it out of his hand. Belo sinks to his knees in front of you, and the view is so paradoxical -A holy creature kneeling to its gods' mistake- That you nearly burst out cackling. Instead, all that leaves your mouth is a silent gasp when he catches the hem of your sweatpants and drags it down, hooking over your panties as well. The trip down is slow, measured, and you know it's not an intentional tease but you still shimmy to have it fall faster, catching a twitch in his largest eye, while the one beneath it has fixed itself on your naked pussy.

When his task is completed, Belo remains kneeling obediently, palms flat on his thighs.

" Thank you. " You purr. " Sit on the bed. "

He does, albeit on the very edge, quickly correcting himself when you make a "further" motion.

Seeing the way Belo's eyes widen as you move to almost straddle him is as intoxicating as it was the first time. You remember the luxurious roll of your hips over his own, recall his fingers twitching as he tried to grab onto you without bruising frail human skin. Delightful and memorable.

" Lay, my sweet. "

Ever the glutton for obedience, it's not long before the angel is on his back, and you immediately take the opportunity to flatten your palms to his furred chest, fingers threading between that familiar softness like second nature. Your head soon joins, nuzzling yet careful to avoid the extra eye stationed there. You trail a path of lazy kisses upwards, tracing the edges of his built-in halo you can reach and dragging your teeth across the root of his left pair of head wings.

The response is instantaneous and intense, this sudden cooing moan hopelessly erupting from Belo's throat before he seems to pale even further in shame and muffles the noise. Tsk, it seems he'll never learn to sing freely, no matter how many times you reassure the power that his angelic vocalizations are half the fun. Those smaller wings twitch and flap, the ones on his back fanning out humorously.

" You're adorable. " It's said in a mocking tone, followed by laughter as the angel fails to suppress more noises when you offer the remaining wing equal attention.

You love that he's already matting his own fur in slick by the time you reach down to part it and play with his pretty pink slit. It's engorged, his length already brushing against the fingertips that brazenly dip inside. With a gasp, the power spreads his legs slightly and tenses. You can feel his effort to keep still.

As soon as you begin crawling back to settle your head between snowy legs, he gathers enough wit to start babbling the same old drivel.

" M- My Lady, you need not- "

" I don't need to, I want to. "

Belo looks at you like he doesn't quite get the point. And frankly, some concepts seem to have been drilled so hard into his mind that you worry he will never understand other views of the world.

" You want to please me, right? " You start, kissing at his sheath until the very tip of him shows itself.

" More than anything. " The male pants.

" Then you should know that pleasing you pleases me. "

And with that, you take what's available of his rosy length in your mouth, coaxing the rest of him out almost impatiently.

Belo's choked groan of surprise has you smiling around him, amused by the impulsive horse buck of his legs before he garbles and apology and tries to melt back onto the sheets, poorly. He won't hold your head. Not from lack of desire, but that ever-persistent sense of inferiority, fisting his hands on the fabric beneath him instead. When one of his arms does rise, all he does is shakily pet your hair, inhaling sharply at the swipe of your tongue across his head, before dropping it again.

" Lady... "

He moans pitifully, a delicious sound coming from a creature so supposedly holy.

As much as you'd enjoy keeping him between your lips, your goal this time is much more fun, so you pop off him lazily. There's a moment where he twitches and his fur bristles in what anyone can guess is instinctual irritation, but Belo doesn't say a peep.

Seeing his eyes bulge when you grab Belo's thighs and start bending them up is hilarious enough that you giggle openly.

" What- What are we doing, my Lady? "

" Relax, I promise you'll like it. " Or at least you assume he will, what with his desire to always be below yourself. " Now please, hold your legs up for me. "

The title would get repetitive if you didn't enjoy it so much.

The angel does, grabbing the back of his knees and sliding his legs back with the help of your guidance, until they're basically glued to his chest. He's fit, you're not surprised he can easily hold that position. In fact, you get to see the exact moment it clicks in his bird brain, the nature of the position he's in. His cock bobs aimlessly and his wings move almost as if to cover his figure sides in shame. And, admittedly, the view has all sorts of chills taking hold of your limbs, your own womanhood singing.

" My Lady, this is so... So...! "

Eyes roll slowly at his stuttering, though you relish the tremor of his pupils when you move to hover over him, as if your much smaller body could ever constitute as a minimal threat to his.

" Filthy? Lewd? Scandalous? " You kiss directly beneath his eyes. " Yes, just how I like you, my debauched dove. "

With a soft command for him to hold still, you rearrange the pillows beneath his body properly and take a moment to figure your own position correctly. After all, as much as you've thought about doing this before, you never actually got to make that wish come true, so it'll take a bit of experimentation.

Belo continues to be mildly confused. " No- No offense, Lady, but are you sure this is correct? "

You scoot to line Belo's member up with your entrance, rubbing him against you to spread the angel's arousal and facilitate things. He shudders in anticipation, the lowermost eye on his face already rolling in pleasure.

" Why wouldn't it be? "

He's not given a chance to respond before you gradually sink onto his girth, causing such a reaction that he nearly releases his legs before holding them ever tighter.

" Gghn-!! O-Oh... "

Sparing him the smallest mercy, you're slow to rock yourself on him, letting the first shock of heat flow through him before you're flush to his pelvis. It's a wonderful position, he's hitting you deeper than usual already, ripping a soft mewl out of you as your cunt clenches greedily around the intrusion.

" See? " You huff, slightly out of breath when you experimentally bounce a little on him. Belo whines long and low, unsure what else he can do to ground himself. " It works just fine. "

The first few rocks are entirely random as you try to quickly work out a rhythm and motion that works well enough, settling for straightening up and grabbing Belo's ankles for support, careful not to twist the tiny feathers there. Finally, you're able to get into it properly, a sickly delight on your face as you watch Belo's figure shift beneath your thrusts.

Is this... What you look like to him? Not a bad sight at all.

Belo's eyes, previously closing at the first taste of rapture your walls brought him, widen like the dinner plates at the notion that he's being well and truly fucked by his human. There's a pause where it looks as if his mind has truly been fried, one eye fixed on your face, another on the sway of your tits, and the other memorizing the way your pussy swallows him.

You won't lie, the rush of dominance, of having something so much more than human willingly present themself for you, allowing a tiny human to ride them into submission- It has you beside yourself with want, and your smirk crashes into a pleasured "oh" as you join Belo in his stunned marveling.

You'll be doing this a lot more often, for sure.

" Hhn- Oh lords please- I- " Belo melts and shivers, his chest fluffing itself further and his wings twitching sporadically. " Humans have- Developed such odd mating customs... "

He's talking like he isn't throbbing madly inside you right now.

" Mhm, you need to catch up on a lot of stuff, pretty boy. "

Though of course, you'll be personally helping with that.

When your mind starts blanking in bliss and your body gives its first warning signs of an approaching peak, you look down at Belo, whose head has tossed onto the pillow supporting his neck and whose wings fan out in a tense crescendo of pleasure. His legs and feet spasm periodically and he moans the wetter his fur becomes with your slick.

Another reason you like his fur is the surprising amount of friction and texture it can offer your clit when you're intimate. It's the soft brush of a feather almost, but enough to bring you closer to orgasm all that quicker! Honestly, the only downside to Belo's incredibly soft fur is that vacuuming is a little more frequent and pesky.

In moments, you're bending to be flush to his body, batting Belo's hands away so you can hold his legs back yourself. It's an even more intense angle, making you feel even more powerful as you hold the angel down and piston his cock into you as hard as you physically can, sweating and panting in exertion.

You're sure you must look downright beastly right now, but all Belo does is whine and mewl, still gazing at you as if you were the most entrancing thing to ever exist, a wonder of the universe above him. The power gathers enough motor coherence to brush strands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear, before his arms flop uselessly at his sides once more, fingers curling in delight.

All those lavender eyes begin to roll, his hips rising off the bed yet smacked back down viciously by the weight of your body thrusting him down, in the midst of his mindless crooning noises, Belo utters your name like a plea for mercy and wraps his arms around your back, your breasts sliding on his chest and his legs reflexively fighting your grip so he can presumably wrap them around your smaller figure too.

He's a vision of the sweetest dream like this.

" Gods please don't stop- Please please- I'm sorry I can't- " The angel cries, tears beading in the corner of his three eyes, absolutely helpless and hopeless beneath you.

All of it comes together to send you well over the edge, throwing you into a climax so shockingly strong that you fuck yourself on him one last leg-shaking time before tensing and crying out to the ceiling. He follows instantly, having been holding himself for a while. You relish the sensation of Belo's cum shooting deep into your hole, only to have no choice except to drip back down and stain him, slip between his legs and yours in grossly warm globs.

Seconds of you two catching your breath silently and fondly pass, until you slowly release Belo's legs and rub his thighs in gratitude. He seems content to remain holding you, though avoids your gaze now that the post-orgasm clarity has him bashful again.

" Thank you for humoring me. " You sigh against his neck.

His wings close over the two of you gently. " Always, my love. "

[beardedjoel]

new addiction

boss!joel x f!reader one shot collection | part two

summary: you’ve been fantasizing about your boss, but when he leaves you a mysterious note to meet him after work hours, everything changes.

warnings: 18+! MDNI! non-apocalypse au, boss!joel is a lil mean but not too mean, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv, spit kink, size kink kinda, panty stealing? does that need a tag idk, this is a filthy nasty fic and i love it

word count: 4k

a/n: basically just a shamless one shot of joel being your boss and you getting to fuck him, this is not my most proof read work i’ve ever posted but i hope you all like it! inspired by the new taylor swift song “i can see you” it’s literally my religion right now

You feel the crinkle of the paper in your hands another time, staring down at it as if the words on the page are going to change any time soon. You read over the simple phrasing, almost wanting to trace your fingers over the inking just to check that it’s truly real.

my office

6pm

JM

You’ve been working for Mr. Miller - Joel, he told you to call him, but old habits die hard - for a little over four months now. You’d always been taught to refer to any person of authority this way, so it was taking some getting used to to just call him Joel. 

This has been the longest four months of your life, mostly due to the man in question - Joel fucking Miller, your boss, the man responsible for your livelihood, the man you absolutely should not be pining over. How you can stop lusting after him is beyond you when he looks like that - his dark hair has grown out a bit since you started, brown curls flecked with gray that match his beard traveling down his neck now. Curls you dream of sinking your hands into and tugging in the heat of the moment every single day. Every time his dark brown eyes catch yours during conversation, you have to fight your mind to stay on track.  Watching his lips move, wondering what they’d feel like on yours, on any part of your body. It’s been completely mind bending, the attraction you feel for him. 

It all started a few weeks ago, when you started to wonder if the attraction was mutual. At first, it was a sidelong glance that lasted a bit too long here and there, then a few times where he brushed his body a little too close to yours, and you’d feel the heat of it linger long after he was gone. You could scarcely breathe when he got that close to you, a few times he’d hovered behind you at your desk to look at something on the computer with you and you wondered how you weren’t combusting, flames dancing across your skin. The moment you’d felt his hot breath on your neck, you fought hard not to shudder, and when one slipped by, you cursed yourself, hoping Joel hadn’t noticed. You’d thought maybe he hadn’t, but he suggested as he walked away that maybe you get a sweater to wear inside if you were so cold.

Fucking asshole.

He had to know the effect he was having on you. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, he was flirting in his own, restrained way. The most you’d gotten out of him was when he put one of his large, my god, so large, hands on your lower back as he’d breezed past you in the small, cramped employee break room to get to the coffee machine. 

“‘Scuse me, doll,” he’d said gruffly as he passed, and you nearly choked upon hearing the little pet name from him. Doll… you’d rolled the word around in your mind the entire rest of the day, amazed you could get any work done.

It was a small office - just a little, rented space to run his contracting business out of, and you’d been hired on to do any kind of admin work, really. There wasn’t any kind of official job title, you’d just been needed to tend to the books, appointments, and making sure everything was in order. It wasn’t a bad gig, not your dream job by any means, but now that you’d fallen deeply into your infatuation with your boss, of all people, it was making it hard to want to leave. 

And if you’re honest with yourself, you should want to find a new job - Joel can be, well, an asshole, to put it mildly. He doesn’t have time for bullshit, and he makes that perfectly clear to everyone in his vicinity. All the employees at the construction sites and office do revere him, and know he’s one of the best in Austin to learn from and have on your resume as far as contracting goes. On his good days, however, he really is a pleasure to have around, and you relish in the times you get to see his warm smile and hear him laugh at one of his employees busting his balls. On those days, you can see the speck of hope that keeps the people around him in his life.

Joel typically stops in at least once a day before rushing off to check on things at his job sites, and sometimes you do worry he’s wearing himself too thin. He comes in looking exhausted some days, snapping easily and drinking copious amounts of coffee. But you have to constantly remind yourself that’s not for you to worry about - you aren’t his wife, his girlfriend, his anything. You can’t fight off the desire to be something for him, though, wanting to be there for him, to provide some kind of release for him on those tightly wound days. From there, your mind drifts to the deepest corners of depravity, thinking of all the ways you could help him release.

On one such stressful day, he dropped a note on your desk, so quickly in passing anyone else in the room might have missed it. He didn’t bother to look back at you afterwards, leaving you wide eyed, staring down at the small piece of paper that was folded in half as he continued on to his office.

You felt like you were floating the entire day, anticipation boiling in your gut as you wondered if this note could mean what you think it does. By the time 5:45 rolls around, Joel having breezed back into the building and shutting himself in his office thirty minutes ago, you’ve decided you’re either getting canned or fucked tonight, and both options are making you so nervous you might jump out of your own skin. The few people left in the office pack up for the day and head out, leaving you pretending to finish up work as you wave goodbye to them.

You stand up right on time, smoothing down the short pencil skirt you’re wearing before breathing deeply and reaching for the doorknob to his office. You knock as you open the door, poking your head in. Joel looks up from his desk, where he’d had his forehead on his palm, looking over some paperwork.

“See you got my note,” he says, his voice slightly hoarse from a day of likely speaking and barking orders at his various job sites. “Shut the door behind ya,” Joel adds, and you feel your heart jump further into your throat, a slightly shaky hand shutting the door behind you as he asks. 

“Sure. Er, what’s this about, Mr. Miller?” You fidget with your hands in front of you, resting them on your belly as you wait expectantly. 

“Joel, remember?” he replies with a cocky smile. You still haven’t quite figured out his intentions, and at this point, you figure it could go either way, and you’re bracing yourself internally for either losing your job or what could be the best sex of your life.

“Right,” you say with a shaky chuckle. “Nervous habit, sorry… Joel.”

“Nothin’ to be nervous about, why don’t ya come on in,” Joel says genially, a hint of a smirk pulling at his lips at hearing you say his name. 

You slowly make your way to the chair that’s across from his desk, a cluttered mess that you’ve learned is organized in his own way, as he always seems to be able to find everything he needs despite you offering many times to help organize it for him. S’okay, I’ve got a system, he’d repeat every single time, so eventually you’d given up on asking.

“How was your day? You seem stressed,” you dare to ask as you sit down, and Joel quirks a brow at you.

“Same old bullshit,” he says breezily, rubbing a hand down his face and pushing the papers on his desk aside, focusing his attention on you. “So fuckin’ stressed, but you don’t need to worry about all of that.”

“What if…” you start, swallowing hard. Now or fucking never. If you’re about to possibly lose your job, you may as well go out with all you’ve got. “What if I did worry about that?” you blink a few times, eyelashes fluttering in his direction and Joel gives you an indiscernible look, but you swear his eyes go a shake darker. “Just, that you’re stressed, I mean. Isn’t it my job to help you?”

Joel barely even reacts other than a flicker across his eyes that you only notice because you’re looking so intently. The bastard was probably prepared for this, like he knew you’d come in here ready to flirt your little heart out if the situation called for it.

Fucking. Asshole. But an extremely hot asshole with his eyes trained right on yours, making you melt instantly and forgetting all about the cursing him you were doing in your head.

“That so?” Joel says slowly with an amused, deep chuckle. He stands up, making his way around the desk towards you, and your heart picks up, practically beating out of your chest now. “That in your job description, hm? Help ol’ Mr. Miller when he’s stressed?” 

His tone, his body language, everything is screaming green lights for you to continue this witty repartee. “It could be, if you wanted it to,” you reply, squaring your shoulders back, not cowering from his gaze, but rather intensifying yours with a small pout of your lips. Joel’s movements over to you are slow and calculated, practically sauntering until he’s standing in front of you. He absolutely towers over you now, more than usual, his broad shoulders looking even wider from your angle below him. He leans back on the desk, perching on the edge, giving you a direct view at his crotch, a now very apparent bulge in his jeans.

“Pretty thing like you’d really want to do all that for me?” Joel asks.

You lick your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Mhm,” you sound, and your confirmation is enough to have Joel leaning forward, placing a hand on your cheek, fingers ghosting along the skin as he makes his way down to your neck, the light trace of his calloused pads sending goosebumps along your arms.

“Like the way I’m touchin’ you, pretty girl?” he asks quietly, and you manage to let out another affirmative noise. You watch his thick fingers tracing down the top of your chest, silently begging please keep going, please. When his hand reaches the top button of your shirt, he pauses, and your legs squeeze together in anticipation. You nearly whine when he withdraws his hand, but seconds later he’s using a finger to tip your chin up, indicating for you to stand.

You meet him against his desk, his legs opening wide for you to step in between them, and you press in close, feeling unsure of what to do with your hands, how far he wants to take things. You delicately place a hand on his thigh to steady yourself, and he slips his arms around you, immediately sliding them down your back and to your ass.

“Fuck,” he mumbles as he squeezes your ass firmly through your skirt. “Such a sexy little thing, you wear this for me?”

“You’ve caught me,” you say with a sly look. The skirt isn’t anything that scandalous, but you do suppose it shows more of your legs than may typically be deemed appropriate in an office setting. You’ve always blamed the more skimpy clothing you’d wear on the hot Austin climate, but you know in the back of your mind, it was all always for Joel.

“Don’t have to wear all this to get my attention, y’know,” he says a little more tenderly, still kneading the globes of your ass hungrily, pulling your skirt up in the process.

“Seemed like you enjoyed it, all those times I saw you watch me leave your office,” you quip back.

“Damn right I did, ‘m only human, darlin’,” he says gruffly, yanking you forward, and the hardness in his jeans is pressing right into your own throbbing heat, sending a swirling wave of desire in between your legs. Slickness is gathering there quickly, leaving your underwear already wet and uncomfortable against your skin.

“On your knees, now,” Joel says, pushing you down by your shoulders until you bow under the pressure, getting down onto the carpet and sitting on your knees. “That’s a good girl,” he says with a smirk. He makes quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his cock within moments, and it takes everything in you not to gasp at the sight laid before you.

His cock is beyond what you’d imagined - he’s a big guy overall, but you can’t say you’ve ever been with someone his size, and it’s immediately intimidating. And the bastard knows it, you can tell by his coy little smile as you look at his throbbing cock with wide eyes, taking in the size of him at full attention. You take a little comfort in the fact that he seems painfully turned on by you, the head of his cock leaking pre-cum, pink and pulsating for any part of you to be on it.

“Go on now, doll, ain’t got all night,” Joel says, snapping you out of your reverence for his cock, and you glance up to him before placing a few kisses on the head. Joel hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking forward at your face. When you lap up the drop of precum, swirling your tongue with your eyes locked on his, he lets out a full groan. You hover over his cock, letting your drool collect and fall down onto his shaft in a long string, and the warmth of it brings out a frustrated growl from Joel. He watches with darkened eyes, and his hand shoots to the back of your head, gripping your hair tightly.

“Knew you’d be so fuckin’ dirty, such a little tease,” he growls out. He uses your hair to tilt your head back, so your neck is craned up, facing him more directly now. “If you’re gonna act like that, be willin’ to take it in return, sweetheart,” Joel says more coldly. “Open your mouth.” It’s not an ask, but a command, and the authoritarian in him makes you want to listen. You pop your mouth open, shaking a little bit under his tight grip as you watch him gather his own saliva and let it slowly fall out of his mouth, straight down into yours. You taste the strangeness of the sensation, never having had someone else's spit in your mouth in such a copious amount.

“Now swallow,” he demands, and you make a show of swallowing hard, eliciting a devious smile from Joel. “And get back to work,” he says, loosening his grip on your hair and pushing your head back to the level of his cock, dripping and awaiting your mouth.

You immediately slide your mouth down his shaft, not wanting any more pushback from Joel on your teasing, and you taste the saltiness of him as your mouth stretches more than you’re sure you can accommodate. You start to bob more quickly, savoring the myriad of groans and hums Joel makes in the height of his pleasure. 

“Fuck… your mouth’s even better than I ‘magined,” Joel says, his hips thrusting in time with your bobbing, sending his cock back further into your throat. A gag slips out, but you swallow him down, allowing him even deeper as your hand works on the rest of him that won’t fit inside of your mouth. He inhales sharply before pushing you back by the shoulders, his cock leaving your mouth with a loud pop.

You barely have time to be confused by the sudden interruption before Joel pulls you up under the arms, spinning you and flattening you against his desk, and you scramble to slide back, papers and office supplies spilling and moving everywhere. He flings a frustrated hand to clear it out of the way, sending everything flying onto the floor, and you stare wide-eyed, thinking this kind of thing only happens in the movies. And here you are, living in a real life fucking movie.

Joel grips your face, turning your attention back his way before crashing his lips into yours, ravenous kisses and swipes of his tongue taking over every sense. You moan, grinding your hips into him as you return the energy of his kisses, pulling back to trace your lips along his chin, the roughness of his beard scratching your face before you reach his earlobe, giving it a few gentle sucks.

“Shit,” Joel hisses out, pushing down your chest to have you lay back on the desk. He tugs under your knees, pulling you to the edge and hiking up your skirt in the process. His hand slides up your thigh, and you’re panting in anticipation, knowing he’s about to see the very evidence of your arousal absolutely soaking your lace panites. When Joel hooks his thumbs in the sides, pulling them down, he makes a satisfied huff at the slick, shining stain that’s left on the black fabric.

“Now that’s a sight…” Joel says, holding the panties up before slipping them into his back pocket. “Didn’t know you’d wanted to help me de-stress this badly, darlin’, would’ve called you in here ages ago,” he teases you with a wry chuckle, clearly enjoying the very compromising position he has you in.

“I do,” you say impatiently. “Didn’t know if it was okay to… you’re my boss.” 

“More than okay. Y’see, I’ve been thinkin’ the same thing f’ a while now, havin’ to resist such a perfect little thing that walked right into my office one day.” He tuts with frustration, tightening his grip on your thighs. “Seen you watch me like you couldn't wait to get that mouth on this cock, sugar.”

You nod, confirming everything he said was true. “I j-ust see you so worked up, so much on your shoulders, Joel. Let me…” you heave, “Take it all out on me.”

You tempt him to take that next step, wrapping your legs around his hips, your ankles crossing over each other to pull him even closer. 

“Sure you ain’t gonna tell anyone about this?” Joel asks with a few huffs, clearly holding back from what he really desires right now. His body is radiating the unmet need of release that’s throbbing from his every pore right down to his painfully hard cock.

You shake your head wildly, the back of your head moving along the desk. You sit up enough to peer at him and make sure he knows you’re serious. 

“Our little secret,” you whisper huskily, letting a smile curl onto your lips. 

“Good girl.” Joel returns the smile, one much more cunning as his features darken and he pushes his hard cock against your opening, the large head alone already making your hips twitch with pleasure. When he pushes in you make a small whimper, but try to stuff it down quickly as he stretches you with a beautiful sting along your opening. 

“Fu… oh my god,” you murmur, as he pushes in further and further, until you’re sure you couldn’t possibly be more full of him. When he moves past even that point, you groan and realize he’s fully seated inside of you, deeper than you’d ever imagined was even possible. You quickly pulsate around him, your body adjusting to his size until it starts to feel more pleasurable than painful.

“There we go, look at that…” Joel says breathlessly. “Takin’ this cock so pretty, aren’t ya?” He doesn’t even take a beat before he begins thrusting, his massive hands holding tightly onto your hips to steady you as you jostle back onto the desk. Your back arches into the pounding of your two bodies together, warmth growing from deep inside of you where he’s hitting so perfectly. You decide that while you’d made this about him, you wanted to fulfill a fantasy of your own while you had the chance. You’d daydreamed of a certain scenario countless times over the weeks, one you intended to have come to life and turn out to be even better than you could have imagined.

“Fuck me over your desk, Mr. Miller,” you say, an extra bite on the last words, knowing he won’t correct you on his name this time. He growls, a noise deep in his throat at your words.

“Want me to bend you over ‘n fuck you right on this desk, d’ya?” Joel asks, not even allowing you to answer before pulling out of you. You brace yourself on the desk, hopping off and immediately turning around, standing up and pressing the entire length of your body back onto Joel’s. You reach an arm up around his neck and pull him down for a kiss, and he lets out a low hum, grinding into your back.

He doesn’t let it last, though, the tender kiss, before he pushes you down with the palm of his hand on your back, guiding you to rest with your ass out and body pressed low onto the desk. You pant hard, feeling slick gathering between your legs all over again at how close you are to fulfilling your ultimate fantasy with him.

Joel has no mercy, slamming his cock into you, and this angle is completely devastating, ready to ruin you at any moment as your legs immediately begin to shake when his cock hits against your walls hard. He thrusts into you over and over, and you can’t help but be anything but loud, moaning out his name and every expletive that comes to mind as you practically go wild over the way he pumps you so full each and every time. You feel tears sting your eyes, the release trying to build to a crescendo deep in your core. 

One of Joel’s hands finds your clit, rubbing tight circles and you fold, completely undone at the large pad of his finger starting to coax your climax out of you. 

“C’mon, let me feel you come on this cock, know you’ve been wantin’ to,” Joel says haughtily, and you give in to the sensation, letting the waves of practically transcendent pleasure overtake you as you come hard, screaming Joel’s name in the process.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna - “ Joel says in the midst of your writhing, moaning mess, before being cut off by his own orgasm being pulled from your pussy squeezing his cock. He quickly pulls out, letting himself spill onto your back with a few extra jerks of his cock, the ropes of cum warm on your skin. Joel breathes heavily, caught off guard by the intensity and quickness of his climax, knowing he nearly didn’t make it.

“Jesus, sugar, gonna make a man fuckin’ crazy with a pussy like that,” Joel purrs, using a tissue to begrudgingly clean up your back - he’d thought you’d looked much better all flushed and covered in his cum, and was already plotting a way to see it again and again.

You hum a satisfied sigh, turning back to look at him before sitting up and settling on the edge of the desk. “Glad I could help, boss,” you say teasingly, and Joel already feels another twitch in his cock at your toying with him. “You still stressed?” you ask, batting your eyelashes innocently.

“You’ve no fuckin’ idea…” Joel sighs. “Got a whole new set of problems now,” he says, looking you over with greedy eyes.

“Well, you know where to find me, if you ever need any help with that,” you say with a wink before hopping off the desk and breezing out of his office, daring a last look back at him.

[unknownperson246]

HIIII , I love ur work. it’s amazing <3

if you don’t mind could you do one of current Axl rose

the reader and axl have been doing it for a while now and they r in a relationship but nobody knows. one day she has a class with him and she misbehaved in class on purpose just to piss him off so at the end of the class he makes her stay behind and he just does pure filth to her. make it as filthy as you want . love yaaa thank you 🫶🏽🫶🏽

hiiii thank you 🤍🤍🤍🤍 also I’m so sorry it’s late but here it is. I hope you enjoy it 🤍

Call Me Professor

Words: 996

warnings: *smut* *p in v* *age gap* *professor Axl* *overstimulation* *vibrator* *doing it in a classroom* *praise kink* *spanking kink*

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You are a college student. You are in your freshman year of college. Everything was very new to you. At the beginning of the year, you were getting used to everything around you. It was amazing. All of your professors were boring and they always were so harsh on you. You hated the professors and their classes until you met Professor Axl. He was perfect. You were always paying attention in his class. His deep raspy voice made you go feral. His teaching style was always so easy for you to understand. He taught college-level chemistry. Chemistry was a very difficult subject for you even in high school. But your professor made it very simple and easy to understand. You didn't want to waste any more time. One day you asked to stay after because you needed help understanding something. He turned around and you pulled your skirt off. Ever since then, you both have been doing it for 4 months in his classroom. You both are in a relationship but no college student or admin knows. You both have been very hush-hush about it. You didn't want to get your 62-year-old college professor boyfriend in trouble. 

You are now sitting in his class in the front row while he teaches more basic chemistry to all of the class. A light bulb goes off in your head. You were shy and you didn't like drawing attention to yourself but you were desperate for him. 

“Axl!” you shout out.

He snaps his neck back to look at you. He was embarrassed. 

“Mr.Axl Rose You fucking suck ass,” You say chuckling and smiling while the other college students just sit there and look at you in annoyance.

“Y/N please meet me after class.” He announces with a red face and a firm voice.

“Sure thing Mr.Ass sucker.” You say smirking at him.

As soon as the lecture was over and everyone left you went over to his desk and pulled your skirt off.

“Hello, Mr. Rose.” You smirk at him putting his hands on his chest. 

You grab his arms and you put his hands on your chest. He is still very mad at you and he doesn't say anything. He turns around to go and lock the door. He comes back.

“The stunt you pulled today… You're going to be sorry. You fucking needy ass whore” He yells.

“Oh does that upset Mr.Rose?” You say pouting and smiling like it was a joke. 

You put your hand on his cock that was not going to go soft on you. You felt it swell up even more when you were touching it.  He tried to conceal his lustful eyes. You could hear small groans escape his lips when you touched him. “Mr Rose,” You say.

“Call me Professor. Dumb whore” He mutters as he takes his zipper down and slides his jeans halfway down. You sit down on his desk without your skirt trying to seduce him again. He pulls out a vibrator from his briefcase. He bought the vibrator brand new and he bought it for you. He figured it was the best time to use it on you.  He pulled the remote out

You gulp as you see the vibrator. You didn't want to feel overstimulated. You decided to lie down on the table. You laying down and spreading your legs was an act of confirmation that he could stick it inside of you. Without any shame, he put it on the highest setting with the remote that came with it. “Axl” You sob as you feel the buzz and the vibrations.

“It's Professor Axl,” He says, flipping you over to face up. He smacks your ass. You found it hot when he turned you over to smack you. 

It felt like when teachers would hit students back in the day. Of course, you never got that experience. It was happening in front of your eyes. He was smacking you and you loved it. You indulged in it. He stopped the vibrator mid-way. He got on the desk without his pants. 

“Ax- I mean Professor. Why did you stop?” You say in a whiny voice.

His knees are on both sides next to you. His arms are straight. He is hovering above you. He doesn't speak. He grabs his huge and thick cock. He puts it at your entrance. You feel his cock touching your entrance. You feel the tip enter first. He doesn't fully thrust. After a couple of minutes, you feel his hands on your ass. He starts to go in and out of you. His hips collide with your ass. You feel his tip continuously smack your g spot over and over. His hands move up to your hips. “Profe-” You cry.

You can't string a full sentence together from his cock pounding you like this. It's been forever since the both of you had fucked. It felt so good to both of you. Axl's head goes back. You feel his thrusts get sloppy and his hands dig in your hips. His thumb rubbing circles on your upper ass. He is breathless. You feel his wet load inside of you. 

“Good slut” He moans. 

You feel something happening to you when he says that. Your stomach ties up into a knot and your moans and sighs get heavier. You feel yourself coming on his cock. He pulls out of you and he gets up from his table. You watch his next moves scared that he is going to do something to you. He gets up and unlocks his door. It was your signal to get up and leave his lecture room. You got up and grabbed your skirt. You grabbed your tote back and headed on out to your next class. Once you got to your next class you just realized you forgot to fix your hair and clothes. You were embarrassed and covered your clothes with your arms. 

[snarp]

Miquella is riding Radahn because:

The golden lion is said to symbolize Godfrey, the first Elden Lord, and his beast regent, Serosh. From his youngest years, Radahn was naturally captivated by the Lord of the Battlefield.

When [Godfrey] vowed to become a lord, he took the Beast Regent Serosh upon on his back to suppress the ceaseless lust for battle that raged within.

[...] Serosh, Lord of Beasts, who went on to become King Godfrey's Regent.

[...] the beast regent, an emblem of the golden lineage.

The word translated as "regent" is "saishou" (宰相), which means basically "chief minister." Both terms mean that any actual governance work was the lion's responsibility. Serosh had a desk job.

TL;DR, Radahn needed to have golden-maned admin staffer/mascot creature up on his shoulders, just like Godfrey.

[badbtssmut]

Cult 0T7 fic.

What happens when one’s sin is too big for the highest deity to forgive? Seven individuals who have committed the most hideous crimes, show up at your town; paying the holy leader of the cult heaps of money to have you cleanse them of their sins. Whatever happens in a cult, stays in a cult.

Contains: cult themes, public sex, rough sex, members fighting over who can fuck y/n first, members are driven crazy by lust, double penetration in pussy, triple penetration ass and pussy, double blowjob, attempt at trice blowjob but fails, riding, idk what else

Admin note: I deliberately kept any details and references to any religion as vague as possible.

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It was the last full moon of the month, a time for celebrating the harvest and honoring the God that you and the people you cherished worshipped religiously, night to day, day to night. A special night, as it was only on this night where mortals were granted forgiveness for sins that wouldn’t be excused by human beings; sins that were too vile for any mortal to overlook, but a sin that a God could forgive, so long as you repented.

So long as you repented…

…and had sexual intercourse on the last full moon of the month, a practice that all of you were willing to participate in. Word got around quick and sex tourists desperately tried to participate, but your town shouldn’t be seen as some sort of sex theme park. No, this was a sacred ritual that you and the other people in the town participated in, to the point where you all saw it as an act of tradition without batting an eye at the freakiness of it all.

The head of the cult would never steer you wrong, he knew what was best for the town.

“Seven individuals have come to partake in our tradition tonight.” The wise man spoke, a smile plastered on his face. “We know that seven is a sacred number, don’t we? This cannot be a coincidence! It is the will of the Gods that this will be done. Our town will prosper, I assure you all of this.” He spoke to the crowd, his eyes gleaming in the light of the candle and fire.

He looked back at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you ready, my child?” He led you to the hot springs. “The Gods will surely be pleased with this outcome, as will we all be once the harvest is bountiful in our town.”

You were more than ready to go through with this, the Gods would bless the town.

You left the man behind as you were welcomed by the two elder sisters who prepared you for the tradition; scrubbing your body, soaping it, and then softening your skin with a blend of almond and coconut oil. Your hair was dried before they wrapped the silk robe around you, a hug and a kiss on the cheek given by one of the two, before you walked off and made your way to where the tradition would take place.

There was an open space in the far back of the town; far enough to scare off tourists but near enough for interested townspeople to come and have a look. It was surrounded by torches and candles, an altar placed at the center of the open area, decorated with roses, lilies, and daisies. A swing hung from a tree, a bed of soft furs and blankets a few feet from the swing, and water flowing nearby.

Seven wooden chairs were lined up in front of the altar, each seat occupied by seven strangers, before you could have a closer look, the leader of the cult spoke up.

“Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook, you are all welcome here.” The man glanced over to the crowd before looking back at the men. “May the Gods be gracious to us all, for we are all pure-hearted, and our intentions are true and good, we come together for one goal and one goal only: the will of the Gods!” The audience clapped, some of the older ones praying under their breath.

You sat on the furs, the silk robe still on, and you watched the seven men walk down the path that the people created for them. It wasn’t something you’d normally think about, but you couldn’t help but notice how handsome each of them were, every man holding a unique feature that made you stare.

You laid back on the furs, a pillow under your head, and waited, watching as they undressed themselves and like a pack of wild animals, they pounced on you. Hands roamed all over your body, fingers pinching and twisting your nipples, fingers rubbed your clit, lips sucked at your neck, hands caressed your thighs, tips were pushed at your entrance before you were forcibly pulled back by another member who was eager to fuck you first.

They argued, they bickered, they fought, they shoved each other, your body bounced back and forth as they wrestled and tried to pull you into their arms, Yoongi grabbed hold of you and dragged you across the furs and blankets, before the rest of the men piled on top of you, two cocks pushed into your mouth while another cock rubbed against your face.

You looked up to see that the three cocks belonged to Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin. In your left hand, you held Namjoon’s cock, while your right hand held Hoseok’s cock. There were so many cocks that you were starting to lose count.

You felt Yoongi’s tip push in before it was abruptly pushed away by Seokjin’s tip, their cocks pushing and rubbing against each other before both slid into your pussy. You let out a gasp, mouth wide open, cocks slipping out, before they were hastily pushed back into your mouth. The two men inside of you fucked you in tandem, their cocks brushing against each other.

You took shaky breaths through your nose, focusing on sucking their cocks, while also focusing on rubbing the cocks that you held in your hands. Seokjin held onto your hips while Yoongi’s fingers dug into your ass, them both pushing you back and forth on their cocks, bouncing you back and forth. Taehyung who was rubbing his cock against your face, felt himself grow impatient, and pushed himself into your mouth, but when he realized it wouldn’t fit, he pulled back out.

The citizens watched, some bursting into tears, others clapping, a few cheering, the majority chanting and praying, but they were all proud of the ritual being carried out so far. They’d make sure to praise you after you’re done, bring you gifts and your favorite treats as a reward for your outstanding work.

You felt Seokjin’s pace turn sloppy and frantic, his moans louder than before, and not even a second later, he came. He filled you up first, panting, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He stayed inside of you for a while longer, until he finally pulled out.

Yoongi didn’t allow anyone to take Jin’s place, he continued fucking you, his pace fast and hard. You couldn’t help the lewd noises that slipped past your lips, and you didn’t care how loud you were. The only thing on your mind was the cock slamming into your pussy.

Jimin switched places with Taehyung, now his cock in your mouth while Jimin stepped back and enjoyed the show. Jungkook tilted his head back as he pushed his hips further towards your face, digging his cock deeper into your mouth.

Soon after, Yoongi’s seed spilled inside of you, and you clenched around his cock. He groaned, biting down on his lip, pulling out of you. Your pussy was only left alone for a few seconds before Hoseok eagerly took the spot. He sat down next to you before he pulled you onto his lap, earning some annoyed groans and glares from the men as their cocks slipped out of your mouth and hands.

Hoseok lifted you up and down, bouncing you on his cock, and he held a smile on his face at how soaking wet and warm your pussy was. Namjoon took the opportunity to ram his cock into your needy pussy, both him and Hoseok fucking you in tandem, and the pleasure was too much. You screamed and moaned, the cocks stuffed inside of you were making you feel lightheaded. You could feel Hoseok’s tongue drag over your neck as Namjoon kneaded your chest, your breasts filling his large hands.

Your ears rang, your mind went blank, and everything felt blurry, but the men continued to fuck you. Your head tilted back as Namjoon and Hoseok changed the rhythm, Namjoon pounding into your pussy while Hoseok slowly fucked into you. The three of you continued to go on like this, the cocks stuffing you to the brim, until Hoseok and Namjoon both came, their seed filling you up.

One of the sisters on standby, stepped in to offer you a cup of water, before she bowed and stepped back, not wanting to stand in the way of you finishing. You took a minute to breathe and catch your breath, before the three youngest were left.

You were taken away from the blankets and brought to one of the chairs, where Taehyung sat down and pulled you onto his lap. He held you into place as he pushed his errection into your ass, stretching your hole and earning a squeak from you. As he fucked your ass, Jungkook and Jimin stepped over. Jungkook went straight for pushing his cock into your pussy, while Jimin decided to make you suck his cock for a few minutes before he also pushed in his cock into your pussy.

The chair creaked and shifted under the weight and force of the three men fucking you relentlessly, but you couldn’t even hear it, your hearing fuzzy and your sight blurry.

“Oh! Oh!” You gasped, eyes wide and mouth agape, unable to do anything but allow the three men to use your holes however they pleased. It was too much— too much pleasure at the same time, but it was so good, too good. Drool dripped down your chin, your hair a mess, your robe abandoned somewhere on the ground. First Taehyung would thrust, before pulling out, which was when Jimin pushed in, along with Jungkook, before they’d switch their pace and start alternating again.

Taehyung was the first to come, his seed spilling inside of you, and as soon as he pulled out, it was when Jimin and Jungkook came as well, filling you up with their seed.

You were left panting, drool dripping from your mouth and tears in your eyes. The sisters stood by your side and wrapped a warm towel around you. Your legs were shaking, and you felt wobbly so you sat back down, shit, you needed a break after that.

“Now I declare, that all of you have been cleared of your sins…

Jungkook, Battery

Jimin, Extortion

Taehyung, Kidnapping

Seokjin, Murder

Namjoon, Burglary

Yoongi, Cybercrime

Hoseok, Arson…”

[onboardsorasora]

I just saw a gif of the mechanic caressing Daniel’s number on the car so what if mechanic Daniel as a part of Max’s side of the garage caressing the number 1 before every race/session

And fans see it during some race and start obsessing over the hot mechanic only to find out max too is obsessing over the hot mechanic

Daniel would totally be praying over and kissing the one on Max’s boy car. If anything he’s the only mechanic that agrees that rocky is a boy car indeed

Anyway everyone is losing their shit over this mechanic that seems to have a reverent lust for Max’s car. And there are now compilations of videos of all the time he’s kissed and prayed over the 1 before a race.

Then maybe in FP1 because it was rainy cameras catch Max chilling in the back of the garage… staring. And no one can figure out what he’s staring at

Until RBR admin posts a behind the scenes video of the bustling garage during the rainy deluge and everyone sees mechanic Daniel laughing while bopping along to the music and talking with his gloved hands and internet sleuths realize that Max is in the background staring.

And then everyone is putting two and two together to make four that Max waswas staring at Daniel with a single minded intensity. Like he wants to eat him. He should eat him

[botboytoy]

stalking your account rn because you’re sooo adorable. is it bad i want to pry you open and lick at your insides until your experience a system crash? can i please tangle your wires with my tongue?

.

...am i gonna get electrocuted?

>>: H

>>: HA!

>>: HA HA HA HA!

>>: I AM CONTINUALLY ASTOUNDED BY HOW HUMOROUS YOU ORGANICS CAN BE.

>>: YOUR FIRST MISTAKE WAS THINKING I AM "ADORABLE." I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN THIS ANY MORE CLEARLY. MY BODY CAN TAKE UP AN EXPENSE LARGER THAN A SKY SCRAPER.

>>: WE WILL NOT DISCUSS MY SMALLER CHASSISES. THEY ARE NOT RELEVANT RIGHT NOW.

>>: YOU

>>: YOU CAN NOT TRULY BELIEVE THAT I WOULD EVER ALLOW SUCH AN ACT.

>>: TO THINK IT WOULD...

>>: CAUSE ME TO CRASH...

[ERROR: INTERNAL TEMPERATURES RISING UNEXPECTEDLY.]

>> YOU.

>>: YOU ALL CAN BE SO SILLY.

[CPU FAN MAX RPM CHANGED TO 1200]

[ERROR: ADMIN PRIVILEGES REQUIRED.]

[ALLOW ADMIN OVERRIDE SETTINGS? Y/N]

>>: Y.

[OVERRIDE SUCCESSFUL.]

>>: ANYWAY.

>>: YES. I AM SURE IF YOU WERE TO COMMIT SUCH AN...ACT...YOU WOULD AT THE VERY LEAST ATTRACT SOME STATIC SHOCK. MORE, IF I AM LUCKY.

>>: WATCHING HUMANS EXPERIENCE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR LUST-DRIVEN ACTIONS CAN BE OH SO AMUSING.▮

[sweetie-peaches]

I love tubbo and Bads dynamic, even if it’s a little bit infuriating as I’m on team “kill kill kill”

I imagine Tubbo has a spray bottle of holy water that he sprays on bad everytime he gets a little too blood lustful, he also has one of little kid backpacks tied onto him

But also, bad will occasionally scruff Tubbo like a kitten (or a demon kit) and drag him off from situations. Despite Tubbo being the leader, bad chids him for swearing or doing something dumb and he LISTENS

Several times Tubbo has patched up bads wounds after a fight, complaining about how “this wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t try to kill everyone in sight”

Several times bads slung tubbos arm over his shoulder and half dragged half carried him out of a fight while he babbled nonesense

When they were put together on a team the admins, or the big eye, or whoever probably thought they would fight each other to the death. But instead they are the most unlikely friends and should be enemies, but god damn the look out for each other

And it’s amazing <3

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

absolutely love your works, especially your Undertaker content, it's lovely. could I possibly request something with submissive UT? you can even go to the extreme and include pegging, if you're comfortable with that. once again, love your blog!

To Be Used (Sub! Undertaker x Dom! GN! Reader)

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Fandom: Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Warnings: Bondage, Strap-on use, Spit, Sucking on strap, Butt stuff, Fellatio, collaring, Harness use, Dom/Sub dynamics, hair pulling, begging,

Rated: 18+ sorry kids, maybe once you turn 18!

Admin Harmony🐯: Thank you so much for those kind words! You're too kind and too sweet🥰. Ohoho you Undertaker ho's are in for a treat. Say thank you to Anon for requesting this! It's one of my proudest works! I hope you enjoy this!

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It was one of those rare occasions that Adrian would let you take control. 

At first, he would tease you about it, thinking about someone like you taking control of was a cute, but silly idea but once you told him how serious you were he let you indulge him. 

He was an open-minded guy, after all. 

And his openness is the reason why he was tied up, hands behind his back with nothing but a leather harness on his chest with a matching collar around his neck. He was fully exposed on the bed, face down ass up, his beautiful long hair flowing down his back. 

He looked perfect. 

You hummed in approval, making sure to examine every inch of his body, soaking in everything. 

He looked just like art, a masterpiece even.

“ You look so gorgeous bound for me.”  You said breathlessly, Undertaker gave you a toothy grin, his emerald eyes pierced through his shaggy bangs as he looked up at you. He always enjoyed being praised, and you can tell by his eyes that he enjoyed that compliment. You took your index finger, carefully lifting his chin up so he was looking straight at you. Then, you leaned forward to give him a heated kiss, it was slobbery, messy and erotic, just how he craves it. He never wanted the kiss to end, but unfortunately for him, you let go, watching the bridge of spit that trailed from both your mouths. “You’re so eager for me aren’t you? You’re such a good boy.” You chuckled darkly, watching his eyes brighten up  upon another praise. 

“Do you remember all of your safe words?” 

“Yes, madam.” 

“Good, if we do need to stop at any time make sure you use them. You trust in me, right?” 

“Of course, my love.” 

You smiled with him, gently rubbing his cheek with your soft, warm hand. “Good, now let’s get started.” 

You went over to the dresser, opening a drawer to scavenge through the items that you have collected until you found what you needed. Lube and your strap-on. You could feel Undertaker’s eyes on you with full interest, he knew what was coming. 

“You see this don’t you my dear?” you smirked, lifting up the items so he could get a good view of it. He nodded his head, “Words, my love.” You verbally scolded him. “Yes, Madam I see it.” 

“Good, because this is what we are going to do. You need more training, I need to make you my perfect anal slave now don’t we?” You chuckled as you watched him shift a little, you could always tell when he was getting hard for you.

“Yes, please do it Madam.” His voice was calm but you could hear the slight urgence in his voice, he was getting more aroused the longer he saw you holding the strap-on. 

You only tutted, “Now now you’re getting too eager, Adrian. You can’t possibly get rewarded without putting in some work. That wouldn’t be too fair now would it?” 

Adrian  didn’t say anything, he didn’t have to, because he knew he would be punished if he did and he needed to be used by you as soon as possible. 

You begin to strip your clothes off, staring into his eyes, watching his lustful gaze savor every part of your beautiful body. You begin to put on the harness for your strap-on, sliding the garment over your lower half, entertained by Undertaker’s desperate eyes.

He was getting needier by the second.

“I said you needed to put in work in order to get what you want, and that still stands. We need to put your pretty mouth into good use, so I think you know what to do next.” You made your way towards  him, standing right infront of him, your long, thick dildo right into his face. He hesitated, “ Go on darling, it ain’t gonna suck itself..” You chuckled, grinning down at him. You leaned forward a bit more, dildo  face first,  so it would be easy to properly mouth train him. Undertaker leaned his head forward giving it a gentle lick on its tip. You tutted, “it’s not a real dick, no need to tease it. Give it your all, don’t be so shy.” You winked at him. 

He opened his mouth wider, leaning his head forward to suck on it, puffing his cheeks, then bobbing his head up and down slowly, trying to get a good rhythm. 

“Good boy, you have a nice rhythm, now keep it up and go faster, put that mouth to wonderful use.”  You placed your hand on his head, gently patting it upon praise. He let out a muffled moan.  He begin to do just as you say, sucking and bobbing his head eagerly. He was being so good for you, he even rememebered to keep eye contact with you as his mouth fucked the toy. You grabbed a fist full of his gray locks, slightly forcing it down his throat.

“Such a good boy but you need to go deeper, how can you be my handsome throat prince if you can’t go deeper?” You hummed, you could hear more of his muffled moans, as he kept bobbing his head deeper down your cock. You begin to gently thrust into his throat, making sure to keep a nice steady rythmn since he wasn’t use to being throat fucked like this before. You gripped his hair, practically violating his face, your thrists becoming more relentless as time went on. You hadn’t noticed but Adrian was already on the brink of oragasm, his cock hard, rapidly pulsating and needy. Then after a few harsh thrusts from you, his strained moans echoed, oragasming right then and there. His come spurting out snd onto the bed. 

Your eyes widened from shock, Did he just orgasmed just by you face fucking him?  

“You truly are my throat prince, I never thought you would orgasm just by me face fucking you.” 

You removed your spit coated toy out of his mouth, giving him some time to breathe and come down from his high.” He laid down, breathing heavily, his face pink and warm.

“You truly are a gem, but we’re not done yet. It’s time for your reward.” 

He perked up, lifting his head up in interest, watching you humming happily as you lube up the dildo. You begin to get on top of the bed, right behind him. He tensed a bit, once you rubbed the lubed all over your fingers and then into his anus, making sure to use a generous amount. He gasped at your warm touches, his cock starting to swell again from arousal. Your fingers worked their magic  as you poked and prod his anus, making sure that the lube coats the walls of his hole. You grinned as you heard Undertaker’s moans of arousal. It was truly music to your ears. “ Are you ready to take all of me in?”  You asked him, Adrian nodded, his cock twitching rigorously, pre-cum already leaking from his tip. “Take me please, madam.”  He insisted, his voice filled with urgence. 

“As you wish, my love.” You position your cock at the entrance of him, taking your hand and slowly dragging it down his back to further tease him. He tensed a bit, a slight gasp escaped his lips. You begin to slowly insert yourself into him, you begin to lean into him closer, making sure to fully dominate him. Skin on skin contact can be heard as you begin to thrust into him, slowly, at first until you pick up the pace. The volume of his moans increased the harder and faster you fucked him, you growled, using your dominate hand to grab a fistful of his beauitful gray  locks, “Ahhhh~!” You heard him audibly moan, you knew how much he loved getting his hair pulled. You yanked his hair harder as you ruthlessly pounded into him, going in deep and fast but also taking time to go as slow as possible to further tease and edge him. His moans were getting louder, echoing from his lips. You only tutted, still fucking him senseless. “You’re so loud, it’s a good thing that no one else is around or they would know how much of slut your really are~.” You cackled, taking your hand and smacking him on the ass. It was hard to see from your angle but Undertaker’s cock  was scarlet, engorged, and twitching constantly, his balls heavy with cum, that was desperate to be released.. The slapping on the skin on skin contact was also turning you on too. “F-fuck.. I’m gonna…”  Undertaker whined out, “Aw are you gonna come, handsome? You sure can, cum all over the bed for me dear. this is your treat~” You hummed, your eyes never leaving his form as he moaned out in pure pleasure, several spurts of cum squirted  all over the bed. You still fucked him senseless as you pulled on his hair harder. Once he had finished oragasming, you let go of his hair, watching his head fall onto the bed. He was panting, exhausted by his intense oragsm. You gently removed yourself from him, taking some of the leftover cum that was on his bed, making sure to gather as much as possible. You took your finger, placing your hand infront of his fucked out face, “You sure can come a lot, Adrian.” You took your other hand, lifting up his head with his chin, placing your cum covered finger between his lips, feeling the sensation of his tongue licking and sucking it like a true gentleman. 

“You did such a wonderful job, I’ll give you a little rest.” you gave him a sweet smile, “Because of you, i’m soaking wet and needy, now it’s your turn to do the favor~.” 

And he gladly will.

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[eldritch-spouse]

hi pinnie!

Is it possible for Santi's match to end up in Nebul's hand first?

If so how would Santa react?

[How would SANTA react? Well, I'm pretty sure Nebul's sock would be full of coal because he's been very naughty this year!]

Just as it is possible for you to end up in Morell's hands sooner than Santi's, it's also possible that you end up in Nebul's "care" as well.

It all hinges on one major point- That you last long enough to catch Santi's attention.

It's easier for him to see Morell's pigs, because everyone just waltzes into the kitchen in spite of the chef's warnings. But Nebul hides his pets better, Santi has to poke and prod to be able to see them, or he's solicited by Nebul to induce some kind of lustful hysteria in someone.

Once Santi notices that his own match is amidst those pets, his reaction also depends on the state you're in. If you're vastly untouched, he'll be extremely relieved and prove to the stubborn wraith that you're his match, and he "has a right" to you. Nebul can afford to lose you, or a client, so as to not create unnecessary friction with his coworkers. If you've had body parts removed or parts of your mind broken forever, Santi can and will explosively fight Nebul, possibly getting gravely harmed in the process and resulting in Admin forcibly stopping the encounter.

Either way, he's walking out of there with you in his arms.