#always MEWLING for some TREAT or BITING you

[ariadosanon]

What’s so GREAT about EEVEE anyways?

[lady-lauren]

❥ RYOMEN SUKUNA X FEM! READER

❥ WORD COUNT: 2k

❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: Cannibalism (Sukuna just takes a few bites of you, as a treat), Sukuna has two cocks and four arms, major dub-con, blood, Sukuna is a sadist, double penetration (vaginal and ass fucking), degradation, branding (his name on your skin), squirting, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie

Dead Dove Do Not Eat. I’m serious. Sukuna eats more than just pussy.

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“Oh you poor, poor little thing,” his maniacal mouth coos, sweat shimmering against the black lines of his body like an abyss, “does it hurt? I bet it does.”

It’s a rarity that Sukuna plays with his toys, normally too insatiable to take his time and savor. But you’re just so sweet, juicy with fear and plump with arousal. 

He’ll have to taste the whole menu to decide which doughy part of you is his favorite. 

You’re spread open like a feast, two hands prying your legs apart while another keeps your pesky hands locked above your head. Sorcerers are tricky—one lapse in judgment and you’ll be squirming out of his bed, throwing annoying techniques at him like you really think you stand a chance.

Perhaps you won’t, though. Your precious cunt is drooling for him, even as his fourth hand digs a claw into the flesh of your thigh. Blood swells to the surface, spilling in a streak down your skin. So close to where your pussy is stretched open, where your tight little hole is fluttering like it's scared. 

“Just a few little bites, m’kay? Then maybe, just ~maybe~ I’ll let you go.”

“H-how many?” 

He’s surprised you can still speak. 

“Hmmmm,” his voice rumbles in the thick confines of his throat as he ponders. Carmine irises flicker over the shape of you. “This looks good.” Sukuna taps his bloody fingertip to the underside of your breast, pressing into the gooey fat. “This too.” He traces a sharp fingernail across the juncture of your neck and shoulder, eyes sparking when you swallow. “And I already got started down here.”

Sukuna digs a claw back into your sore thigh, using the barest hint of his strength to rip into your tender muscle. 

Your scream makes a satisfied shiver run down all of his limbs, both cocks throbbing. They twitch together, hot and angry, red tips leaking down his shafts.

Licking his lips, he admires the sugary shine of your subcutaneous tissue, peeled back to reveal bloody insides of your flesh. Just a little rip, a stringy bit of meat that’s too easy to fully tear off and slide between his teeth. 

Sukuna swallows and the taste of you makes him want to cum.

“Mhmmmm, fuck, what did you do to get so flavorful, hm? Or have you always been so sweet?” 

He watches you whimper and wiggle, nipples hard and puffy. 

“You like this?” The grin that curls around the tattoos on his cheeks is sickening. “What a fucking delightful little human. I’ve never gotten lucky enough to find one of the sluts.”

He tests his theory under the safety net of knowing that pain makes you numb. Releasing your wrists, he revels in how you simply let the weight of freedom fall into his mattress. You aren’t going anywhere.

Your poor little pussy is creaming, squishy and wet and begging. He likes the way it smells—tangy, thick honey. It almost overpowers the iron scent of dripping blood. 

“‘Suppose you need some attention. Don’t want you passing out before I’m done.”

You gratify him with a high-pitched moan as he swirls two fingers against your cunt, knuckles sticky in your slick. Easy, it’s far, far too easy for him to slip his digits into you. Normally there’s resistance, like human pussies are trying to push him out, yet you’re sucking him in.

“What should I eat next? Pick for me.”

All the emotions that filter over your face are foreign to him. He’s not sure what you’re thinking, but can smell some sick mixture of pain and pleasure rippling over your skin as you weakly buck your hips. His fingers sink deeper into your cunt, claws tickling against soft spots that make you mewl. 

“C’mon,” he tsks, “don’t make me wait.”

Your little gulp is so cute, “My c-cunt…”

“Oh, don’t get greedy. Dessert comes last. Try again.”

You’re almost shy as you drag one of your hands from above your head, trailing down to cup one of your breasts and squeeze. “Here?”

“My, my, those tits do look delicious.” 

He shoves a third finger into your weeping hole as he latches his teeth to the fat of your breast. 

He sucks, tastes your sweat, licks at the salt. As the first bite hits his taste buds, blood trickling down the corners of his lips, his eyes go wide in astonishment. He wasn’t expecting such a burst of flavor, like jellied candy popping in his mouth.

Your shrieks are just fodder, background noise, as he hums in delight and sucks at the viscid lining of your skin.

Fuck. With the next bite he wants to be inside you, feel the tremors of your wrecked body around his dicks. 

The wound bleeds down your stomach as he pulls away, swallowing and licking along his sharp teeth to gather the remnants. 

“Aren’t you just such a treat?” 

Sukuna swats your cheek, quick with his nails angled like a cat so he can scratch at your skin. Your head lolls to the sheets, panting, damaged tits heaving as you try to find sanity. It’s too late for that. He’s going to break your body and mind, binge in your honeyed sorrow. 

“Wakey, wakey, little human. You won’t want to miss what comes next.”

Your brows pinch as he draws his messy fingers from your cunt, only to wrap a hand around each of his cocks so he can pop both heads into your holes. 

That wakes you up. 

“C-can’t, n-not both.” 

“Oh please, you’re all soft and squishy. Girls are made to be fucked.”

The swell of your belly as he pushes in makes him even hungrier. Your ass strangles his cock, the rim wet with the drippings of your slick. He hates that he has to be careful. A too strong push could split you on his dicks, and he’s having far too much fun to be devouring your guts just yet. 

But he’s not gentle. All four hands latch onto you—legs held so wide it’s nearly obscene, the other two sinking into your rib cage and smearing in blood so he can pull you down until you’re impaled. 

The squeeze of you is divine. 

The heavy mass of his cocks stretches your walls thin. He can feel the outline of both his dicks as he starts to thrust, mushroom heads catching on one another before bullying in deep.

It’s no surprise that you’re crying—humans always cry, sob, beg. It is perplexing and oh so satisfying, however, that you’re blubbering because you feel good amidst all your pain and suffering. Your hips are rolling back to meet his thrusts, pussy convulsing every time his pelvis grinds into your clit. 

Your bleeding and broken body is devouring him just like he swallowed your flesh. Your gooey pussy is sucking around him, dragging along his shaft like lips gobbling him whole. 

The hiss he releases is sinful, like a snake coiling as his tattooed thighs presses you deeper into the crimson mess he’s created. He likes the way the ichor stains your skin. He takes a bloodied hand and curls it around your thigh, fingers long enough to overlap and color your flesh like a brand. He could crunch your bones beneath his palms, break you into pieces if he wanted.

“Do you want me to, ah fuck—” he loses his train of thought when the sound of his voice makes your ass clench, ribbed walls wedging around his second cock. “Never fucking mind giving you the option. I’m keeping you. Alive. Want your body warm every time I fuck it.”

The look in your eyes is so hopeful and darling that it almost makes him feel something. 

Sukuna pummels into your gaping holes and leans over your body to sink his teeth into your neck. He bites hard, hard enough to make you weep and wail and to remind him that you’re only here to be devoured.

He rips tender flesh and digests it, drinking down more of your blood as you start to coo from the stinging pain and numbing ecstasy of having him ravage your sensitive little pussy and ass. You get so tight around him in your anguish, all fucked out and eaten like you’re nothing but a willing piece of meat. 

His wanton tongue laves over your marred skin, sliding through blood and sinew. Humans always were his favorite. Only now he can’t remember what any of them tasted like before you.

Your cunt is slobbering, creaming, and he’s pretty sure he hears your weak little heart stop beating for a split moment before you cum. 

“God what a good fucking slut,” he purrs, eyes rolling back in his head as he feels both of your channels compress around his lengths as you break. “Let’s make you do that again.”

You’re so overstimulated from the bliss of his cocks thrusting in, out, in, deeper, faster that all the suffering he inflicted is null. You cum again because it’s so easy to make you, one of his hands pinching your swollen clit until you squirt all over his toned stomach and your belly bulges from the shape of his inflating cock.

“Ohh I like that. More. Give me more.”

Two hands keep your kicking legs pinned to the bed as another torments your clit and the last is gathering your slick. He runs his fingers over the grooves of his abs and up to his pecs, finally flicking his fingertips into his mouth to eat your cum like sauce. 

His cocks swell at the flavor of you, tart and salty like some kind of rich delicacy. 

Sukuna continues to stuff you full, over and over again, pressing in until it seems like you’ll pop. His balls are bruising against your body with every brutal thrust. You’re babbling and messy, coated in slick and blood and tears and spit. It’s almost disgusting, yet he has to admit you’re just so damn pretty and warm that he thinks it’s cute. Like a pet. 

He rubs at your engorged clit until you’re squirting and screaming again, babbling about how it’s too much. Only it’s not enough, not for him. He’s close to the edge and knows just how to get himself off. 

Sucking at a clawed fingertip, Sukuna eyes a soft patch of skin below your bouncing, intact tit. The other is still seeping, his fresh bite etched into the globe.

“One last thing,” he smirks, crazed and nearly fucked out, “gotta let everyone know these slutty holes belong to me.”

The sharp tip of his nail digs into your meat, slicing the characters of his name as if he was signing a gory, whorish picture. His smile nearly splits his skull at the sight, all bloody and gross and his.

“~K-Kunaaa…” hearing his broken name out of your stupid little slut mouth is the last straw, some primal instinct to claim his prize overwhelming his senses and making him explode. 

Cum bursts from your seams all while bloating in your belly, your ass, pearly white strings glistening against all your fluids. He feels relieved as he releases into you, hot balls pulsing as he feeds his seed into your gummy depths. 

You’re so full of his cum that another orgasm crests over you, making you tremble and quake and scream. He relishes your final squeezes, letting your cunt and ass suction around his cocks until he’s milked dry. 

“I fucking love whores.” Just because he can, he pushes his hand into your bulging belly, laughing as cum gushes from where your pussy is cinched around his shaft. You whimper, twisting against the hands holding your thighs open. 

“No no no,” he wags a finger at you, “I still haven’t had dessert.”

He wonders if he’ll be able to stop himself from sinking his teeth into the delicate, syrupy folds of your cunt. Depends on just how good you taste.

[bunnis-monsters]

Legend of the Drider(Pt2)

Male!Drider x Fem!Reader

Kofi Request

Pt 1

summary: the aftermath of mating with the drider of myth

wk: 800+ words

Life with your drider lover was surprisingly… fulfilling,

After successfully being able to carry his clutch of eggs, he was happier than ever with you. Since mating with you, he had been treating you like a princess.

No… a queen.

Although he had already mated with you, the creature was a traditional man, going about the courting process one normally would in his culture.

The first thing he did was find an abandoned cabin. You needed somewhere safe and comfortable to live, especially as the fall started to change into the unforgiving winter. Being high up in the mountains meant it was rough, and he wanted his mate to be warm and happy while carrying his clutch.

The cabin wasn’t anything special, and you’d have to do some renovations before it would be livable. Thankfully your mate had collected many trinkets, coins, and random wallets containing large sums of money. It was a courting present to you, and it all went to repairing the cabin.

Once it was livable, he was determined to keep you under him and warm at all times. He was almost like a cat, trying to lay in your lap and rub his scent on you.

“Heavy…” you whimpered, causing him to slowly skitter back a bit. He lowered himself, sitting on the ground so his torso was level with you on the couch.

“Better?”

You nodded, kissing his cheek.

Sex was a common occurrence, and he had the strange urge to tie you up and stuff you full of more eggs. He knew you were already carrying his clutch, but the scent of your pregnancy hormones made him go wild.

Feeling his fangs press against your neck, you let out a soft mewl. He loved giving you a low dose of his aphrodisiac venom to make you squirm while he pushed his cock into you.

His hands stayed on your belly, rubbing gently while he kissed the bite marks he had left on your neck, lapping up the little pinpricks of blood.

“Such a sweet thing… how I adore you.”

He was soft and sweet with you, always making sure your pregnancy cravings were taken care of and you felt loved. His heart swelled with pride to see you so content and well taken care of, proving that he was a good mate and providing you with everything you needed.

It was easy to take your college classes online, and even though your lover got a bit sulky when you said you eventually wanted to follow your dreams and become a photographer, he did everything in his power to make it happen.

While your babies grew in your belly, your lover began producing tons of spider silk. He confessed that he learned to knit from one of the females, and started making little sweaters for all of your babies.

Some baby driders came out fully independent, which made you sad to think about. You had severe pregnancy hormones and you wanted to mother some baby spiders damn it!

He reassured you that his species required motherly care, and that because he had mated a human, the babies would be more human-like.

The cabin became less like a place to live in and more of a home. Your lover hunted at night, and slept through most of the day. He was such a clingy thing, curling with you and whining if you got up to pee at night. He hated being away from you for even a second… especially as his paternal instincts started kicking in.

Recently he had been aggressive towards any other creature that dared to come near the cabin, and started building a nest out of his silk webs so you’d have somewhere comfortable to give birth.

As your due date drew nearer, he grew more possessive and territorial, making sure to scent and mark you. It wasn’t often that you had any time for yourself, he was inconsolable when you experienced even the slightest pain.

“I don’t want you to be in pain, love. I’m so sorry, I know it’ll hurt to give birth… I wish I could make it all go away.”

He was with you for the whole process, his hand in yours as you gave birth to 3 healthy drider babies. They were small, with the cutest little spider legs and chubby cheeks. Each fussed and cried as they entered the world, already seeking comfort from you, their mother.

From that moment on, everything seemed to click into place. Your little ones nursed as you teared up a bit. You had brought these little ones into the world, and your lover couldn’t be more happy with it.

“Do you think I’ll be a good mother?”

Your question was met with a chuckle. Your love leaned down to nuzzle against you, his eyes half lidded with contentment.

“I don’t think so, I know you will.”

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[venusinthesun]

I love dangerous women <3 (nsft)

Fem! Capitano, fem! Dottore, Columbina x reader

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This is part one of what will probably be three parts of doing little smutshots for the harbingers! I will not be doing Pierro or Pulcinella as they are bit…too old for my tastes to even write about personally X_X next part will probably be arlecchino, scaramouche and Sandrone, third part will be La signora, Pantalone, Childe :D

Does anybody read these? I hope they do because fair warning!! I have not played ANY of natlan nor do I know what’s going on soo capitano is based off what I’ve heard. Also dottore’s takes place after the reader replaces Krupp after Krupp gets murked (rip)

Capitano

Cw: praise kink, size difference, feminine reader, girlcock

“Thank you, dear , for trying to make me feel better.” Capitano’s hands grasp your hips gently, pulling you downward on her cock just enough so that your snuggly against her.

Your sprawled out on the bed, gripping the bedsheets tightly as you try your best to adjust to her size. You knew your captain was big—I mean just looking at her you could have guessed—but you didn’t realize how big. Not only she is towering over you, her body blocking out some of the light from the lamp above, but her cock felt like it was stretching you wide open.

“So good for me…” you hear her mutter out above you, her voice breathy. You couldn’t exactly see her face, but you like to imagine it’s just as red as yours right now.

“o..of course c-captain-“ A small thrust from Capitano causes you to interrupt yourself with your own gasp, throwing your head back against the pillow. You can feel her start to move slowly, clearly trying to be at least a little bit careful with you while you’re still getting used to her. It’s adorable, your little mewls and whimpers.

“Such a strong solider, you can take it right?”

Her hand removes itself from its position on your hips, moving upward to grasp your chin gently. She pulls your face to look towards her, forcing you to stare into the blackness of her mask.

“I said you’re going to be good for me right?”

“Y-yes Captain..!”

“Good girl.”

Dottore (omega segment)

Cw: rough sex, cunniligus, omega segment, degradation, dottore has a pussy, gn reader

“You’re far better than krupp ever was.”

Dottore has her hand buried in your hair, keeping you against her cunt as she looked down on you. If it wasn’t for the light dusting of blush on her cheeks, you would have thought dottore didn’t feel anything at all.

“I’m glad Beta chose you to take up Krupp’s failures, you’re not a stumbling fool.” Her words come out in a sneer, her grip tightening on your hair. A small whimper escapes your lips, but if Dottore heard it, she clearly didn’t care. All your noises are muffled by your mouth being pressed against her pussy anyway.

“And now whenever I have to visit, I get to enjoy myself a little, even if prime doesn’t enjoy my slacking.”

Her slick drips down your chin, however your tongue still laps up her essence dutifully despite the messiness of it. It’s always a treat when dottore stops by, making sure to spoil you just a bit while you’re not needed to run the arena. It makes dealing with Beta a bit less annoying when you know you’ll get rewarded later.

“You’re so eager to please, what a little slut.” Dottore suddenly pulls your head back, forcing you to look up at her. You can’t see her eyes through the mask, but you’re sure they are staring into your soul. “But that’s why I like you better.”

Columbina

Cw: injured reader, biting kink, blood kink, groping, Columbina crazy but we love for her it <3 fem reader

Columbina doesn’t react when she hears another pained hiss escape your lips, continuing to kiss at your wounds.

To come back to the motherland after being away for so long due to injury was truly not something you ever wanted to happen, but as you lay before Columbina, it’s something you just going to have to accept. It’s not that Columbina minds—having her fascination home sooner to her is all she could truly care about.

“You should let me take care of you,” Columbina pulls away from the scar on your stomach, moving herself up from her position. “They say kisses make things better.” She’s straddling you now, her hands traveling up your sides until they reach your chest.

This time she quietly shushes you when you whimper at the coldness of her hands as they start to play with your breasts, kneading and exploring them. “Still as wonderful as ever, my love.” She hums, her fingers finding your nipple to tweak it slightly.

You watch as she leans down, her head resting itself in the crook of your neck while she listens to your pants. You can feel her smile into your neck, but the peace only lasts shortly before her teeth bite down.

She holds herself there for a few more moments, relishing in the taste of your blood before slightly pulling her head away.

“Now you have a gift from me too.” As she presses a kiss to her bleeding bite-mark.

Thank you for reading! If you thought it was shit that’s because I didn’t read back anything I wrote :) have fun gooning ALSO LOOK I DID SOME FANCY TEXT THING (I’m so cool)

[lipglossanon]

Day 8

Kink: Spitting & Overstimulation

Pairing: Corrupt Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, a slightly softer CC Leon (don’t ask me how it happened lmao), dirty talk, possessive Leon, spitting, overstimulation, praise, daddy kink, fingering, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, squirting

not proofread

The night’s breezy, sending chills across your body and making you regret your choice of wearing a cute skirt to meet up with Leon at the local carnival. Surprisingly, the date has been sweet. He’s only touched your shoulders and lower back to guide you around the stalls and rides. 

You split a funnel cake and share a messy, powdered sugar flavored kiss afterwards. It’s enough to let your guard down, which is your second mistake of the night (after the fashion choice). It all starts with some people from out of town, a couple of guys who more than likely have had too much to drink. 

They say something to you, but you’re not paying attention. Leon is though. Leon’s head is always on a swivel when you’re out together. He leaves you standing next to the basketball game, hands clutching the plushie he just won you as he walks over to the pair. Your heart rate picks up, seeing the look on Leon’s face—nothing ever bodes well with that look. 

A group of teenagers stop in front of you, blocking the trio from view. Standing up on your tiptoes doesn’t help and you don’t really wanna move and have Leon be disappointed you didn’t listen to him. The teens shift and you see Leon walking back to you, bypassing the noisy group to stand in front of you again. 

Glancing down you see blood on his knuckles and you gasp.

“Are you okay?” You reach for his hand but he pulls away. 

“Of course,” he uses his clean hand to cup your chin, thumb smoothing across your skin. “Let’s head home so I can clean up.”

You nod, “Okay.”

His lips tic into a half smile, “Such a good girl.”

Heat sweeps through you and you bite your bottom lip, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you out of the carnival grounds to his car. The ride back to your place is quiet save for the radio playing on low volume. You squeeze the plushie to your chest, eyes watching the landscape pass you by until he’s pulling up to your place. 

Once the door’s unlocked, Leon disappears into the guest bath to use the first aid kit tucked under the sink. You kick off your shoes and wander down the hall into your bedroom. Gently sitting the stuffed raccoon on your dresser, your shoulders drop, tension leaving your body now that you’re home.   

“Is this where you’re gonna keep him?” 

Leon’s thick arms wrap around your body, hugging you back against his chest. 

“Mmhmm,” you smile although he can’t see. “It looks cute here.”

“Sure does, sweetheart,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear. “Know what else is cute?”

A breath hitches in your throat as he slips his hands down your body, one pulling up your skirt so he can run his other hand over your panty clad mound.  

“This soft pussy,” he groans, fingers delving underneath your panties to rub against your slit. “Cutest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”

He bites down on your neck and you mewl, hips rocking into his hand. Moving your hands behind you, you tangle them in his hair with a sigh. 

“Oh,” you pause, body stiffening, “how’s your hand?”

“Aw, are you worried?” He chuckles and it makes your skin prickle. “It’s fine, just a few cuts. Won’t stop me from playing with your hot cunt, pretty girl.”

Shivering, you whine and relax back against him. 

“That’s it,” he coos mockingly, “you like me taking care of you, huh? Yeah, you do.”

“Leon, please,” you whimper, slick filling the gusset of your panties. 

“Spoiled pussy,” he grunts. “Nothing but a spoiled little pussy.”

Three of his fingers sink knuckle deep into your drippy hole. You whimper and rock down against his hand. 

“But this is my spoiled pussy isn’t it, baby? She’s only crying so much cause daddy treats her so nicely.”

“Yes, yes, please, Leon,” you hiccup a whine, thighs trembling. 

“My pretty girl,” he sinks his teeth in your shoulder and you cry out, clamping down tightly on his fingers buried in your cunt. 

Curling the digits, Leon rubs against your g-spot, heightening your pleasure until it’s too much for your body to handle. He pulls his fingers out suddenly and your orgasm teeters on the edge before tapering off. Frustrated tears slip from your eyes as your cunt flutters around nothing. 

“Daddy, please, ‘m so close,” you moan softly, fingers tugging his hair.

He cups your throat with one hand, angling your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Open your mouth,” he growls, fingers tightening on your neck. 

Dropping your bottom lip, you loll your tongue out, heart pounding in your chest as arousal blazes through your veins. He laughs down at you. 

“Don’t have to tell you to swallow, do I, pretty girl?”

Not letting you answer, he spits down on your tongue, watching with dilated eyes as you swallow with a moan. He shakes his grip when he feels your throat bob against his hand. 

“Again.”

Your lips fall open eagerly and he drools a line of spit down into your mouth. Whining, you swallow down the saliva, mouth dropping back open without Leon saying anything. 

“Good girl,” he spits on your tongue one last time before manhandling you over to the bed. He pushes you down onto the mattress and shoves your skirt up, yanking your panties down and off. 

His hand comes down and smacks your clit, the flat of his fingers stinging in the best way. Your hips writhe, torn between wanting more of those rough slaps or reprieve from the sharp pleasure. Leon decides for you, gripping one of your hips and pressing down on the bone until you whine. Once you still your movement, he rains slaps down across your thighs and cunt, catching your clit with his fingertips. 

Crying out, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, leg muscles twitching and jumping. 

“God, look at this wet mess you’re making, baby,” he croons nastily. “Love getting this fat pussy slapped, don’t you?”

He lands a hard smack across your cunt and your whole body shudders, slick dripping from your hole to saturate the bed spread. His fingers part your pussy lips and he fucks the digits into your fluttering walls, scissoring you open before curling upwards to rub across your g-spot. 

“Leon, oh that’s so good,” you keen, head grinding back against the pillow. 

He fingerfucks your pussy fast and hard, thumb pressing against your clit to circle the swollen bud. With his fingers constantly rubbing the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, your orgasm winds higher and higher. 

“Soak my fingers, sweetheart,” he grins, eyes dragging up from your spread open pussy to your blown out gaze. “Show me how good it feels.”

He leans over your hip and spits, a hot glob of saliva dripping down over your clit that he rubs in with his thumb. That’s enough to push you completely over the edge. A low cry spills from your lips, toes curling while your body jerks as you cum. The wet sound of Leon fingering you through your orgasm meets your ears—the loud plap plap plapmakes you whine, cunt fluttering and milking his fingers even more. 

“Give me another, I know you can,” he goads, the pads of his fingers grinding against your g-spot. 

On the heels of your first orgasm, creeps the second. It doesn’t take as long as you think before your back bows off the bed, climax creating fireworks in your brain as you moan and whimper. Leon still doesn’t let up and the pleasure begins to become too much. He pins you down against the bed, roughly fucking his fingers into your sopping wet cunt. 

“Leon, I can’t—“ 

Your voice cracks, a sob breaking free as tears fill your eyes. 

“Please, daddy, s’too much.”

“One more,” he murmurs. “One more and you can rest.”

Openly crying, you nod, knowing that when he wrings out your next orgasm it’s going to make you pass out. Your cunt pulses at the thought and Leon groans, thumb rubbing your slippery clit. 

“C’mon, pretty girl, you can do it.”

He lets go of your hip and brings his hand down to pinch and lightly smack your clit. The pain is enough to trigger your third orgasm of the night, pussy squirting so much it soaks the bed and Leon’s arm. 

 “Fuck, good girl, that’s my good girl,” he hums, pleased as punch. “God, look at this messy fucking pussy.”

Blood rushes through your ears and your dazed eyes meet his before they flutter shut in empty bliss. 

[v3nusxsky]

Hey!!!

I love your work so much,

Is there any chance I can request a Larissa weems x reader fic where Larissa and reader are friends and Larissa always steals readers food (like a couple of chips/fries from her meal or a sip of her drink) and it’s just completely innocent.

And readers pet peeve is when people steals her food EXCEPT when it’s Larissa cause she’s completely head over heels for her.

Anyways, I would really appreciate the fic and if you feel like something would fit in place better, im happy with that too. I’m completely confident that you’ll write something I love.

Once again, I love your work.

Hope you have a wonderful day

-a severely affection starved Gwen Stan xx

New discoveries

*Authors note~ another day, another gift. A Drabble for the woman who I started the account for. I’m so incredibly grateful to be nearly at 2 years of owning and posting these fics for you guys. I’ve met some wonderful people I’ll forever be grateful for.*

Trigger warnings~ nothing? Reader has it bad for Larissa, Larissa struggling with food slightly?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

The first time Larissa steals your food you don’t even register it. Simply swiping the cream off your drink, the once ruby red nail being covered in cream. You’re too distracted by the way she takes her index finger between her stunning lips to clean it off with her tongue. The little happy mewl at the taste makes it all worth it. Larissa immediately apologised to you, of course, but being too lost in the sight before you caused you to be nonchalant at best.

The second time Larissa wanted to treat you to lunch. You’ve been working so incredibly hard to help her keep Nevermore afloat. It’s the least she could do. Due to her own issues with other peoples opinions on her diet, she ordered a salad and water while you decided to order the most appealing meal on the menu. It just so happened that when the waiter brought your meals over, you noticed the way the principals gaze dropped to the side of chips on your plate before quickly flicking back to her own meal.

“Everything okay?” You murmured to her watching as she blushed at being caught. “Of course darling. Thank you for accompanying me. I just wanted to thank you for all the hard work you’ve been putting in for Nevermore. I wouldn’t have survived this semester without you.” Now it’s your turn to flush a pink colour at her words.

The meal was lovely, the conversation seemed to flow effortlessly as you made each other laugh. It was only when the waiter asked about desserts did you leave the table to the restroom. On your plate lay a few stray chips and Larissa tried to avoid looking at them. But then she’s reminded of the happy little moan you let escape you when you took a bite. Well. No one would know if she just pinched one right? You weren’t here and the restaurant seemed abuzz with the other tables conversations.

The fact you returned to the table to see the older woman carefully nibbling on a chip was definitely shocking. That very chip was on your plate. It’s yours. Sharing is caring, but not when foods involved. You never share food. It’s a well known fact by all the staff at Nevermore. Yet, you watched as the shifters eyes went wide as you catching her. Her expression matching a child who was caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “Oh! I’m so sorry darling. I don’t know what came over me. I know you don’t like others touching your food.” Her words trailed off almost as if she was waiting to be scolded.

“Have the rest Rissa” you muttered pushing the plate towards the woman who immediately tried to give it back to you, “oh no darling I simply couldn’t. You eat it darling.” If she were anyone else you would’ve been mad, yet looking at her now you couldn’t help but want her to have them. She never allowed herself much. And if a few chips would make her happy then you would gladly give her the rest. And that’s the moment you realised you felt more for Larissa Weems than you thought. A simple crush for the stunning shifter had changed momentum.

Ironically, Larissa sneaking bites of your food or even sipping your coffee became a staple for your relationship. You soon realised that Larissa never really ordered what she desired. She got what was expected of her. So to counter the problem, you’d order extra sides for your meal, enough to ensure that she felt comfortable sharing a few with you. Over the last few months Larissa had tried a range of new food all thanks to this little habit of hers. When the staff witnessed her taking a sip of your coffee in the staff room they thought the world would end. They most definitely didn’t expect for you to kiss her cheek and simply brew another mug for yourself. Sharing food was a no with anyone. But luckily for Larissa she was more than anyone.

[bwabys-scenarios]

Off the pill(NSFW)

Illumi x Fem!Reader

warning: breeding, oral(f!receiving)

Name) looks over the room she shared with Illumi, her eye twitching in annoyance.

It had been decorated with flower petals, with candles for lighting.

On the bed we’re several pairs of lingerie for her to choose from, along with her barely clothed husband.

“Your shower took longer than expected, the whip cream melted.” Illumi looked at her with a pout, an expression most people wouldn’t be able to pick up on.

(Name) rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Baby, I’m waiting for my birth control to be refilled, so no sex until then. I don’t want to take any chances.”

Illumi leaned towards her, brushing his hair back to kiss her cheek.

“My love, now is the perfect time to have sex. I always told you I wanted a big family.”

His kisses trail down to her neck, where he bites her most sensitive spot.

She shivers, and sighs.

“I told you I’m not ready for that, baby. We have our whole lives ahead of us, I don’t wanna spend our young years taking care of kids!”

He tilted his head pulling away to look at her with his eyebrow raised.

“My dear, the children will be raised by the help, you won’t have to lift a finger after birth. You’ll be treated like a queen for bearing my offspring.”

He traced his fingertips down their chest and around her stomach.

“Can’t you just imagine having a cute round belly? With..”

He raised his hands to squish her chest, letting the towel she’d been wearing fall to the ground.

“… big breasts just full of milk. Wouldn’t you just love that?”

“Ilu, you’re such a tease,” she whined, rubbing her legs together.

He threw the towel across the room, and left the bed, then kneeled on the floor in front of her.

“Am I really?” He kisses her thighs, watching her face for a reaction.

“I just want to touch you is all. Can I…”

He points in between her legs.

“Touch there?”

(Name) bites her lip.

It had been awfully hard to get off without Illumi hearing for the past week, and she could use some relief.

She slowly opened her legs, revealing her plump cunt to his dark eyes.

He purred at the sight, leaning forward to place a kiss on her cunt.

“So pretty. Almost too pretty to eat.”

Even after being married for half a year, (Name) still blushed at his words.

“My pretty little wife. You want me to touch you sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Use your words, darling. Where do you want me to touch you?”

He traced his finger against her inner thigh, looking up at her through his dark eyelashes.

“M… my pussy please,”

“Aww, of course my love.” He cooed, immediately placing his tongue over her clit. She gasped, immediately moving her hands to tug at his hair.

Illumi didn’t mind this, it was a testament to the pleasure he was giving his pretty wife.

He slipped a finger into her, humming against her clit. “Have I been neglecting my poor wife? You’re already about to cum, and I’ve barely started.”

She whined. “Illumi… want you inside…”

This caused him to stop his movements, his eyes widening slightly. “What was that dear?”

She panted, eyes half lidded as she stared down at him. “Want you to fill me up, Lumi!”

And he couldn’t deny his wife, could he? That would make him a bad husband. Illumi was a lot of things, but a bad husband he was not.

She was pinned down quicker than she could think, mewling as his cock stretched her out. “Anything for you my love. I’ll fill you up as much as you want.”

He stared into her eyes as he sank into her cunt, his long hair tickling her cheek. She panted as he pounded into her, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Love you so much, Lumi!”

He cooed, peppering kisses all over his face before taking her lips. “I love you too, my love. More than anything.”

He came inside of her when he felt her walls flutter around him when she orgasmed.

She was about to relax, but he began moving again. “L-Lumi?”

He gave her cheek a peck. “You said you wanted to be filled up, right dear? The night is young, and you’re not nearly full enough yet.”

———————

(Name) pouted as she stared down at the positive pregnancy test, her husband nuzzling into her shoulder. “My love, my darling wife, you’ll be an amazing mother.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “Hmph…”

“Don’t pout, it was inevitable, love. You’re carrying my child, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you spend the rest of your days in comfort.”

When Illumi was kissing her neck, hand rubbing at her tummy, she couldn’t stay mad. She giggled, the dark haired assassin smiling against her skin at the sound.

“Fine, Lumi, you win. What are some of your name ideas?”

[weemssapphic]

Rough Day (A Catrissa Drabble)

Larissa Weems x wife!reader

Just a little drabble about Larissa shifting into a cat &lt;3

Words: ~1k

Inspired by a conversation with @im-a-carnivorous-plant and her STUNNING catrissa art !! 😻 also definitely thought about Little Cat by @sapphos-ode whilst writing this!

You’re exhausted as you come home from work, locking the door to your apartment behind you and shrugging off your coat. As you kick off your shoes, you call out to your wife, who should be home by now - though you’re met with silence.

Frowning, you take a step towards the kitchen, nearly tripping over something at your feet. Your frown turns into a playful smile as you begin to laugh. Sitting at your feet and staring up at you is a large, fluffy cat, white as snow with wide, crystalline eyes. It meows as it begins to weave between your legs, rubbing against your calves. 

“Riss, you’ve gotta stop almost tripping me,” you say with a laugh - your words are met with a soft meow as Larissa blinks in apology. 

You’d known about Larissa’s shapeshifting abilities since the beginning of your relationship. Usually, she used them for more mundane things - becoming taller to reach the top shelves in your living room, or shifting her makeup on when she was running late. 

One day, however, you’d come home to find your wife nowhere in sight - instead, a fluffy white cat was curled up at the center of your bed and dozing away. At the sound of your footsteps, the cat had startled and jumped off the bed, quickly shifting back into a very embarrassed looking Larissa. Once you’d managed to calm her nerves enough to stop blushing and stuttering out apologies, she’d explained that sometimes, when she’s alone, she likes to take the form of a cat - she can escape her worries about her stressful job and simply exist for a few hours. 

Since then, and with a little encouragement from your side, she’s been shifting more frequently around you - she usually shifts back into human form soon after you come home, but occasionally she’ll stay as a cat for a little while longer, enjoying the way you can’t help but dote on her and snuggle her. 

Today is no different.

You kneel down, reaching out your hand for her to sniff. You know it’s still your wife, but you can’t help but treat her as you would a normal cat, and she seems to like it. She sniffs your hand then throws herself against you, rubbing her head against your knuckles and narrowing her eyes. In turn you begin to scratch behind her ears, drawing a soft purr from her throat. 

Picking her up, you hold her close to your chest - she rubs the top of her head against your jaw, a deep, satisfied purr rumbling from her chest. You have to admit, as you carry her to the bedroom, that she isn’t the only one getting some stress relief from the situation - her purrs instantly manage to calm and ground you, washing away any lingering thoughts about work or responsibilities. 

Sitting on the bed, you set Larissa down beside you - she instantly curls into your side, looking up at you with wide, expectant eyes as you tell her all about your day. Every so often, she’ll let out an indignant mewl at something you’ve said, blinking slowly to show understanding - Larissa’s always been a good listener, and her cat form is no different.

You run your fingers through her silken fur, gently scratching behind her ears and watching as she tilts her head to the side to allow you better access, her eyes narrowing to slits. With a loud purr, she rolls onto her back, allowing you to stroke her fur and gently scratch her belly. 

“You’re so cute, you know that?” you tease, your urges getting the better of you as you poke at the soft, pink pads of her paws. Larissa’s eyes widen and she swats at your hand, causing you to giggle and tease her more - she kicks her back legs at your hands and bites gently at your wrist. 

“Ow! Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you say with a laugh, withdrawing your hand as Larissa rolls back onto her stomach and glares up at you, looking very human in that moment. As you lean down to press a kiss to the top of her head, she instantly melts, pressing her forehead against you. When you pull away, she chirps gently and gets to her feet, stretching out and arching her back into the air before hopping from the bed with grace.

Within seconds, the cat is replaced by Larissa’s human form. You grin up at your wife, sitting at the edge of the bed and parting your legs to allow her to step between them. 

“Hi, darling,” she coos warmly, resting her fingers underneath your chin and pushing it up as she leans down to steal a kiss.

“Hi, baby.” You giggle into the kiss, drawing a chuckle from Larissa’s lips.

Your hands come to rest on her waist and you push her back a step so that you can stand up, drawing her close once again and kissing her deeply, flicking your tongue against hers. “Rough day?” you guess - it usually is when she greets you in her cat form.

“Much better now,” she counters, smiling against your lips as she wraps her arms around your neck.

“I gotta say, I love you in every shape and every form… but I really do miss how soft your ears were, I just wanna pet them.”

Larissa laughs and rolls her eyes, a loving and playful smile plastered on her face as she looks down at you. 

“Maybe we just need to get a cat or something…” The immediate furrowing of Larissa’s brow has you in stitches - you figured she’d react like this, and it’s adorable.

“Absolutely not,” she says with a faux-frown. “You’d have me competing for belly rubs in my own home?”

“You know I’d never do that to you, Riss.” You’re grinning as you place a tender, lingering kiss to her cheek, your eyes closing in bliss. When you pull away and open your eyes again, you find she’s shifted snowy white cat ears onto head, and you blush as you reach up to touch the silky fur with the tips of your fingers - they twitch beneath your caresses and Larissa hums in pleasure. 

“Happy?” she asks with an amused smile, her eyebrow raised.

“Happy.”

x

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[vampcubus]

ACK- Romantic sub!Tanjiro, my love

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!tanjiro, dom!reader, public sex, footjob, this got a bit out of hand...

YES YES YES cus he loves romance, wants to be the best partner he can be! Always gets you surprise flowers, even when there isn't an occasion, just cus he saw them and thought of you <3 He gets so flustered when you return the favor, shoving a bouquet in his face.

"F-for me? oh, darling..." he sighs, taking the flowers graciously, even if the scent is a little overwhelming. He's a bit teary-eyed because no one has ever given him flowers before and he's so touched.

Deeply appreciates traditional courting practices like dates, and gift giving, and deep conversations about anything and everything. Loves that simple love where you understand one another without having to say a word, mindlessly doing things for one another to make life a little bit easier. He doesn't expect to be swept off his feet by his love, always staring in flustered awe as they do romantic things for him.

You wrote him poetry and love letters while he's away? Please his heart is melting as he hangs on to every word, admiring your handwriting as you profess your love for him, making him yearn for you all the more. He definitely keeps your letters on his person so he can reread them when he misses you. Wanna take him by the waist to slow dance with him in the kitchen? His heart skips a beat, eyes crinkling fondly as he gazes adoringly into your eyes, swaying with you to music you can only hear in your hearts.

Tanjiro is always treating you to all sorts of restaurants, reaching across the table to hold your hand as you dined on good food, talking about what you've been up to while you're apart. He startles so easily when your foot brushes his ankle beneath the table, creeping further and further up as the night goes on.

His face is beet red, and he can hardly get a coherent sentence out when the server asks if he's alright, did he need a refill? followed by a resounding "NO I'M FINE THANK YOU!" that makes heads turn and he hides his face with his hand until they look away.

He's begging you with his eyes from across the table as your foot inches closer and closer to his cock, though it's hard to tell if its for you to stop or continue. He sucks in a breath and bites down hard on his lip to keep from moaning out as your foot presses against his hardness, only for all the air to be forced out of him when you stroke him through his hakama with your foot.

"Mmf- mm, darling, please th-there's people watching us," he'd whimper, though his hips start bucking against your foot anyways, free hand clutching your ankle as he rolled his hips, grinding his clothed cock into the arch. "S-someone will see."

"Don't be so noisy and they won't see. You clearly don't want me to stop," you'd purr, sipping at your sake and watching him squirm with your chin in your hand, enraptured. Tanjiro shivers more under your lustful gaze, chewing his lip raw in an attempt to keep his voice down as his orgasm builds embarrassingly fast. "Doing so good for me, Tan. You're so sweet for taking me out to such a nice place. You deserve a reward."

"I-It's nothing, really. Y-you deserve nice things," He insists, though his reddish eyes nearly roll back at your praise, breath coming out in puffs as your foot sped on his cock. Your other foot joins in, cradling his cock between the other and stroking it through his pants. He lets out an aborted mewl, stuffing his mouth with his fist to contain it as he dances on the edge, so close to creaming his pants.

"Maybe after we leave here, I'll fuck you properly, yeah? Ride your cute cock til i've had enough." He bucks so hard his knee knocks against the table, the sound loud enough to warrant some more stares. You only smile sweetly at them, waving at them in dismissal as if you weren't torturing him with your foot.

"D-darling, ah...! Gonna, oh my, I'm g-gonna...!" he croaks, tears pricking at the corners of his round eyes, staring into yours desperately. His hand squeezes yours so tightly, and you only croon and stroke your thumb over his knuckles comfortingly.

"Go on, sweetheart. Show me you can cum quietly for me like a good boy." That seems to flip a switch because his eyes glaze over and his head tips back, feet planting on the ground to hump his erupting cock against your foot fervently. He does everything in his power to keep quiet as he spurts into his hakama, though a few whines slip out, he is mostly silent through it. "Hmf! mmm!"

And when he's finally finished writhing, he slumps in his chair, exhausted. Your feet return to the floor, and you lift his hand to your lips to kiss his knuckles oh-so-sweetly. He gives you a weak look of affection when he comes down from his high, a furious blush spreading across his face all the way up to his ears. He shifts uncomfortably and cringes at the stain forming in his hakama, sighing deeply though his nose.

"I can't believe we did this here. You have no shame!" he whisper-yells in an accusatory tone, though he can't quite meet your eyes anymore. You only giggle at that.

"You seemed like you were enjoying it, so who's really the shameless one here? You liked it didn't you, cumming in front of all these people?" you tsked, feigning disappointment as you shook your head.

"I-I..." Tanjiro starts, making a face. He couldn't even get the lie out, that he didn't love the thrill of doing such a filthy thing in public, where anyone could have seen you and tarnished your reputation. "Yes, I may have... liked it."

[dawn-moths]

♡ some nsfw cyno headcanons under the cut ♡

♡ as always, minors please do not interact ♡

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♡ ok but soft dom cyno.

♡ cyno who makes you giggle with his stupid jokes and bad puns but has complete control of you in bed.

♡ cyno who punishes you for being a bad girl when you instigate him but then rewards you for taking the punishment so well.

♡ he calls you his pretty little desert flower, his perfect little angel, and melts whenever you’re wrapped up in each other’s arms.

♡ he teaches you his card games and lets you win the first few rounds, but just as you think you’ve got the hang of it or the upper hand on him suddenly he’s upped the stakes to “loser has to [insert sexual favor for the winner here]” and completely destroys you faster than you can even figure out what hit you.

♡ being the general mahamatra keeps cyno busy and often away from home, so whenever he is able to spend time with you he makes sure to treat you to nice dates and dinners and, let’s be honest, probably fucks you at least once a day as long as you’re feeling up for it.

♡ sometimes when he comes home and you can tell he’s tired from a long day of work you’ll let him lay out on the couch, head in your lap as you comb your fingers through the knots in his hair. he wants to hear you talk about your day, lulled by the sound of your voice until sometimes he dozes off. you don’t mind though, you’ll let him stay there for a while, sometimes shifting to curl up close beside him and join him in his nap if he’s really tired.

♡ cyno usually prefers to top you, but sometimes he likes it when you ride him, his back pressed into the sheets and holding back a moan as you grind your hips down onto him just right, feeling himself nestle deeper inside of you as you let out another one of those delectable mewls.

♡ before coming he’ll probably change positions with you though, helping you finish first when you get too tired, always taking good care of you afterwards.

♡ sometimes he can be rough, and at first he was worried it would be too much for you— all the biting and scratching and how fast and hard he’d pound into you by the end of it�� but once he found out you were ok with things being a little rough sometimes, liked to bite and scratch him in return, that turned him on even more. sometimes the both of you end up absolutely covered in the imprint of each other’s teeth and the red scratch tracks of each other’s nails.

♡ (tighnari teases him every time he catches cyno covered in your claw marks and bites, and cyno feels himself getting hot from the neck up when he realizes he didn’t hide them well enough, but at the end of the day he doesn’t care what anyone says, he likes being marked by you same as you like being marked by him.)

♡ he’s possessive in a very protective way of you. he likes to call you “mine” and you’re quick to affirm “yours, all yours”. he’ll mutter it through a low growl with his lips pressed against your head or your neck or your cunt, getting harder every time you agree that you’re his.

♡ you’re probably the only one who can really make him laugh. you can get him laughing so hard he’s nearly crying, and that’s just one of the many things he loves so much about you.

♡ at the end of the day, you two love each other, would do anything for each other, and miss each other whenever you’re not together. but you also think maybe it’s not so bad that he has to go away sometimes because that lets you miss him, lets you crave him, just as he misses and craves you.

♡ so yeah, soft dom cyno.

[f4ggydog]

shauna fucking jackie hard for the first time and jackie squirting

"you've really never done this before?" shauna asks, studying jackie's facial expressions. she's biting her lip with a nervous edge, but also great anticipation.

jackie admits it. she's never had any sexual experience besides sucking jeff's dick. if you can even call that sexual experience. frankly, jackie wouldn't say it's anything bragworthy. jeff was kind of easy. he'd whip out his dick to anyone that sweet talked him well enough.

"y-yeah, I'm good."

"I didn't ask if you were good, jackie. i asked if you've ever done this before. have you ever had sex before?"

"no to be honest," jackie admits. "i-i'm sorry, is that bad? i know it's embarassing to be a virgin while you're a high school senior."

"not everyone needs to have sex before going off to college. it shouldn't be a way of proving your worth. besides, you deserve better than what jeff gave you regardless."

"jeff didn't give me much of anything," jackie states solemnly. “it was always me sucking his cock. he never even ate me out.”

“what a pussy,” shauna grumbles. “it’s alright though. once I’m done with you, you’re gonna forget that man ever existed. he’s gonna become wasted space, a dream that passed.”

shauna kneels before jackie. she’s already undressed the girl, making sure she’s nice and presentable for her new master. jeff had been fired. now jackie had someone else to rely on for her pleasure. she wanted to see how much of jeff’s role shauna could fulfill, and if she could exceed jackie’s expectations.

jackie’s clit is aching, throbbing in desperation for shauna’s hand or tongue. jackie’s so aroused that it fucking hurts and shauna has barely started.

shauna begins with some kisses down jackie’s thighs. she admits she’s never had intercourse either, but she at least attempted to prepare jackie before diving straight in. that’s something jeff never accomplished.

jackie whines as shauna’s lips inch dangerously close to her nub. shauna laughs and blows some hot air over it, but doesn’t suck yet.

“don’t you want me to keep you waiting in anticipation, sweetheart?” shauna blushes, her kisses now crawling up jackie’s tummy and sliding in between her breasts. shauna smothers jackie with smooches, making sure not one part of her body is untouched by her lips.

“now you’re just teasing.” jackie shakes her head. “c’mon shauna. p-please.”

“i know what you need. you don’t gotta beg.” shauna pats jackie’s waist reassuringly.

if jackie was a dog, she’d be wagging her tail right about now. she nudges shauna closer to her needy core, but shauna rejects the offer. she’s nowhere near done yet. if jackie wants pleasure, she needs to learn to earn it. or at least learn to grow some patience. either would suffice.

“you taste so good,” shauna moans, admiring how soft and smooth jackie’s light skin is.

she wishes she was wearing lipstick so she could leave more marks. but she solves her problem by leaving love bites on jackie’s flesh, little indentations here and there to symbolize what she now possesses. jeff wouldn’t be around anymore. shauna didn’t have to worry about him taking her place. jackie was fucking hers, as the way things always should’ve been.

shauna licks a stripe up jackie’s pussy, her tongue coming in brief contact with the pink folds. she traces her tongue along jackie’s outer lips, keeping jackie mewling for more. jackie wants quick satisfaction because she’s used to no satisfaction from her former boyfriend. but shauna’s gonna treat her like a lady.

finally, shauna slurps at jackie’s pussy. she focuses all of her effort on jackie’s clit, sucking and occasionally nibbling on it. the nibbles make jackie’s stomach jump and she grinds her hips deep into shauna’s mouth. she’s embarrassed by her hunger at first. but shauna’s anything but discouraging.

“it’s okay if you feel good,” shauna chuckles, continuing her actions. “don’t fight it. your pussy tastes incredible.”

“you think so?” jackie’s ears perk up, hopeful.

“it’s a shame jeff’s never appreciated you like this. but i do, right princess?”

“mhm!” jackie bites her lip, raking her nails through shauna’s hair. moan after moan erupts from her mouth, her heartbeat speeding up.

jackie repeats shauna’s name like a mantra. her head falls back and sweat builds up heavily on her body. her legs shake and she already feels herself getting close to an orgasm. there was no way. it couldn’t have felt that good, right?

jackie felt impossibly wrapped up in pleasure. she wasn’t used to the ecstasy, so she couldn’t process or react properly. all she could do is loudly moan or shiver.

“getting close, jax?” shauna coos. “getting close for me, baby? about to do something jeff couldn’t make you do?”

“p-please shauna,” jackie pleads. “n-need it so bad. need it, please. I-I’ll do anything, i swear.”

“you’ll do anything?” shauna arches an eyebrow. “anything for an orgasm like a fucking whore?”

“yes, I’m your whore shauna! please, I’m your whore. I swear, only yours. please, please.”

before shauna can even request an orgasm, she’s taken back by jackie’s next reaction. a stream of liquid shoots onto her face. she can’t even open her mouth in time to swallow jackie’s juices before jackie makes a huge mess on her face. she completely spills her pleasure onto shauna and shauna wishes she could lap up every drop.

jackie’s noises of ecstasy are silent. her mouth is stuck in a permanent o shape and won’t close. her eyes shut so tightly it feels like she’s gone blind, like she won’t see colors or people when she opens them back up.

by the time jackie’s ridden out her orgasm, she’s still panting like a dog after fetch. she locks eye contact with shauna, caressing her nipples while her legs still shudder.

“shauna,” she babbles. “s-shauna, holy fuck. holy fuck. i-i-i…”

“i know baby,” shauna comforts, pulling jackie onto her lap and cuddling her close. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. fuck, i know that was a lot. shit, you made such a mess.”

“good mess?” jackie raises her eyebrow.

“amazing mess,” shauna congratulates. “am i better than jeff?”

“oh, fucking totally.”

[fayes-fics]

anthony bridgerton + modern + daddy / breeding kink 🥹

Kinktober: Anthony + Daddy Kink

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Paring: Anthony Bridgeton x fem!reader, modern AU

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub (DDLG) play, DaddyDom!Anthony, spanking, brat taming, praise kink, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie.

Author’s note: hi nonny 🫶 well err, this one is utter filth. As requested, it's got daddy kink and breeding kink but also some praise kink, and a touch of brat taming and spanking too. Enjoy! 😁🧡

“Alright, baby, alright,” Anthony soothes as you hear him roughly tugging open his trousers behind you. It makes you clench and push your hips higher in supplication, craving to be fucked. 

“What did you learn today?” he checks, rubbing the weeping tip of his cock teasingly over your slit, giving your bum one last stinging slap that makes you groan.

“Th.. that if I am being a naughty little brat when daddy tells me not to, that I will get spanked so hard, I can’t sit down…” you stumble.

“Unless…?” He prompts, brushing over your clit in a maddening tease, making it so much more challenging to be able to speak.

You take a breath, then rush it out. “Unless it’s sitting on my daddy's cock,” you finish, fingers curling into the sofa cushion beneath you, eager for your answer to be enough to be absolved. For him to take pity and fuck your aching cunt right away.

“That’s right. Don’t you dare forget it or defy me when I tell you not to,” Anthony reminds, but his tone is affectionate, bordering on bemused, knowing you will repeatedly break his rules.

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble submissively.

“Time for your treat for being a good little girl for me,” he swaggers, so very proud of how mindless he can make you when you play like this.

He lines up and plunges into you, hands wrapping roughly around your hipbones and thrusting so deep that your tender bottom bumps vigorously into his solid abdomen. You call out loudly, eyes rolling back, grabbing the arm of the loveseat in a death grip as he starts to move, filling you and fucking into you with no mercy.

“Whose my good little girl?” he commands, seizing your ponytail and wrenching your head upright.

“I am,” you respond over your slightly laboured breathing. His stance is high; legs bracket yours, your spine arched downwards.

“Who takes their daddy's cock so well, hmmm? My beautiful little one that is who,” he lauds, knuckles brushing you affectionately as he answers for you, always effusive with his praise after disciplining you. “You look so pretty with my hand prints all over your bottom, don't you?”

“Yes. Pretty just for you,” you echo, lips already feeling dry from pronounced panting, a little whimper escaping your parted lips every time he surges into you, and your knees lifting off the soft fabric a fraction.

“That's right. Will you be a good little girl and take my seed today?” he checks, pounding with such force the sofa squeaks under you.

“Yes, daddy,” you confirm between your almost constant mewling, bottom cheeks and your clit throbbing in tandem, yearning for release. 

“What are you going to do?” he cues, a bead of sweat dripping from his wavy hair onto your skin, rolling down the rake of your spine.

“I'm going to stay nice and still and let my daddy breed me,” you answer dutifully, slumping your head to rest on the cushions to take his punishing pace.

“That's right, my precious little one. You are going to take it all, aren't you?”

Your responding confirmation muffled into a throw pillow. Its slightly rough texture is pleasing to bite down on, a rasp against your teeth that echoes in your skull—something to focus on as you moan lewdly into the fabric. You won't last minutes at this brutal pace. It feels like he already has you skating the knife edge, just needing a little nudge to tip over into oblivion.

“Is my good little girl aching to come?” a rich chuckle in his tone, knowing it makes you beg so desperately whenever he asks.

“Yes, please, please, please,” you beseech, twisting a little to look back at him, fluttering your eyelashes as best you can. “Please touch me, daddy,” you whine.

“Do it yourself, baby girl,” he orders gruffly and with the permission granted, you slide your fingers into your slit, utterly drenched and swollen, taking only moments before you are legitimately screaming, your cunt convulsing so powerfully you pull him over the edge too, perhaps unexpectedly, with the sheer rippling constriction. He curses and stills, fingernails leaving crescent marks on the crest of your hips, curling over you.

“Stay still, baby girl,” he counsels huskily over wracked breaths, a hand sliding up into your hair, holding you in place as he groans resonantly. 

You can feel him emptying inside you, your body milking him, you moaning at the onslaught. 

“Take it all in; stay still,” he hushes as you obediently tilt your bottom higher, gravity working for you. “Such a good girl,” he shudders, giving your bottom one final soft spank.

No taglist as these drabbles are short

[falseficatored-blog]

Vamp Scaramouche

Warnings(?) : Mature, scara hottie.

You were already in his arms when you woke up, sitting on a table. "Good evening young lady" the man in front you said with a smirk, he wore a carefully tailored suit yet the position you two were in suggested he wasn't as respectable as he looked, standing in between your legs in a spread. At once you tried to close your legs given the uncomfortable position you were in right now. "Shhh, treat this like a dream, a place to fulfill your and my wildest dreams" you tilted your head at his words as he placed a finger in front of your mouth signalling you to keep silent.

"Now...place your hands on me, anywhere really" You place a hand on each of his shoulders.

"Dearie don't resist too much or it'll be more painful for you" he whispered by your ear, tucking in a strand of your hair beside it. His hand swept through your neck and patted it before he licked and kissed it. The sounds his mouth made against your neck was loud as if on purpose. His hand that rested on your right arm slowly came into contact with your knee as he slowly moved it on top of your thigh. Then he bit you, mewling and arching your back at his bite, feeling his other hand support your arch by your spine. He stroked your spine and you were far too sensitive as you gasped at the feeling of his hands moving against your spine.

You now slightly felt him sucking your blood through his teeth and it didn't hurt... It actually felt good...Tempting even. "Your blood already tastes amazing" he hissed his hand teasingly gliding to the inner of your thigh "Though a maiden is always the most delicious when consumed by lust" His fingers continuously entered and left a place you would never imagine touching yourself. Your hands clenched on his shoulder, riling him up as he felt you tighten and wrapped around his fingers, your beautiful voice reaching his ears. He first bit off your top before his fingers thrust into you at a faster pace, gobbling up your breast in his mouth savagely. Before you knew it the hand that supported your back was now gone as he slowly laid you on the table to lie on it, your legs laid out-stretched at the pleasure you had.

The sound of a zipper and belt opening could slightly be heard as his fingers left your wet hole leaving you space to breath for a while but that didn't last long either as you felt something else fill you up instead of the expected fingers, something bigger, wider and longer. Jolting up in the sudden impact your mouth opened leaving leeway for him to insert the fingers that were once inside you to play with your mouth as he sucked your blood from your neck. "Ah~ this is definitely it~" he moaned crazily in between his sucking. His clothed upper body against your naked one as you bounced up and down together. The room mixed in with your cries and his groans of pleasure.

You didn't know how many times you've climaxed at this point or how else long left you had to live given how much blood he had sucked away from you but maybe... This wasn't such an unfortunate way to die...

If you dislike it uhhh, pls cut me some slack💀.

First ever smut posted ever yayy!!

[m-jelly]

Jelly, hi. I was thinking about Human! Levi x Vampire! Reader smut. We almost always have only Vampire Levi but what about if roles are reversed? Just imagine majestic Countess Vampire reader who is in love with her shy and cute butler human Levi. He looks at her like a goddess and is ready to do anything to be with her forever. I just need some NSFW with sub Levi 🥲

Had two very similar asks, so putting them together in one.

I very rarely write Levi as a sub in the bedroom, so I am sorry if I get this very wrong or don't get it right for you. I'll give it a go.

Worship the countess

Levi x fem!reader

Alternative universe possibly royal? vampire reader, countess reader, butler Levi, romance, dating, fluff, smut, sub Levi, foreplay, praise kink, body worship, biting, blood drinking, aftercare.

Just some body worship smut with Levi being a bit sub for his vampire lover.

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6 @nbinairyn

The delicate and loving lips of Levi ran up your leg as you sat on your grand bed. Delicate locks of hair slipped off your shoulder as you tilted your head. It was mesmerising to watch the man you loved so deeply worshipping you.

Ever since Levi started working for you as your butler the two of you became besotted with each other. No one had treated you as such a precious goddess before and it got your heart racing. There was real passionate love between the two of you. Levi was going to be your eternity, you wanted to turn him and he wanted it too.

You pressed your heel under Levi's collarbone and pressed. It gave you a little moment to look at Levi. He was shirtless with a rock-hard erection pressing against his black smart trousers. The look in his eyes was passionate and loving. He needed you like you needed blood to live.

A smirk spread on your lips causing your fangs to show which made Levi shiver. "You are hungry, aren't you?"

Levi nodded. "Yes, Countess."

You moaned a little at your title being used, it meant he wanted to play a slight sub role. You parted your silken robe and parted your legs allowing him to see your glistening pussy. "Is this what you want?"

He moaned and tried to move closer. "Yes."

You threw your leg over his shoulder and yanked him close to you. "I can't let you starve, that would be too cruel of me."

He shivered and whimpered as he gazed at the meal before him. "May I touch you?"

"Yes."

He ran his hands up your outer thighs and gripped your ass hard. He buried his face between your legs and ran his tongue against your clit. Pleasurable flavours coated his tongue as he moved against you. This was something Levi daydreamed about all the time. He adored every inch of your body and just wanted to give you pleasure all the time.

He flicked his gaze up at you as he sought out your praises. His heart soared when you slipped your fingers into his hair. A playful tug made him moan against your clit. The slight clench of your thighs around his head made him purr in delight. He was desperate for you to praise him and he knew he was on his way to receiving that.

You gasped in bliss when he gave you a focused suck and flick of his tongue. You mewled at him. "Mm, good boy." You pressed yourself against his face more. "Such a good boy. Yes, like that." You rolled your hips and rubbed yourself against him. "So good."

He wrapped his lips around your clit and traced letters on you that he knew would get you cumming soon. He smiled against you as you panted and whined. With each suck and lick he gave you the tighter your legs clenched his head. He wanted to taste your delicious body when you came.

Your toes squeezed tightly as you came hard. You moved your hips and lowered Levi's head to your pussy. "Fuck. Take your reward, Levi." You mewled in pleasure as he plunged his tongue into your pussy. "That's it, good boy. Take it all." You panted and hummed as his tongue massaged your walls. You pulled his head back and admired his glistening chin and lips. "My, my, look at the mess you're in."

Levi panted. "Forgive me, countess, but your cum is delicious and your pussy is my home."

You shivered. "What lovely words, Levi." He held his neck and yanked him up. "Such a good boy for me." You ran your tongue up his cheek making him moan. "I should let you play with me more, huh?"

He whined. "Please, bite me countess."

You dragged your thumb over his bottom lip and hummed. "Look at you. So handsome." You giggled and slowly pushed your thumb into his mouth. You moaned as he sucked so happily. "So, you want me to feed from you, huh? You've always loved it." You gasped when he lightly bit your thumb. "Naughty."

He pulled back and moaned. "Countess, please." The wind rushed by as the world blurred around him. Next thing he knew he was pinned against your huge bed, which he had shared so many times with you. "Goddess countess." He gently called your name. "I love you."

You paused a moment as you took in Levi. Your heart skipped a beat and fluttered in delight. "I love you too, Levi."

He glanced to the opening of your robe to see your breasts were going to fall out. "Ah...mm...."

You hummed a laugh. "I bet you would love nothing more than to have my breasts against your face, huh?"

"Y-Yes."

You straddled Levi with your hands pressing his abs. "What a choice to make. Breasts or bite."

He shivered under you. "B-Bite."

You leaned down and dragged your tongue up his abs and between his pecs. "What a delicious meal you are." You kissed along his collarbone and purred. "Just the spot." You opened your mouth and bit hard making him moan in delight. You hummed in happiness as his perfect delicious blood filled your mouth.

Levi moaned your name. "S-So good."

You pulled back and dragged your tongue over your lips. "Such a perfect meal." You cut your tongue on your fang and licked his wound to heal it. "So cute and handsome."

Levi panted in delight at how you'd fed from him. His cheeks were pink and his eyelids were hooded. It flustered him that his big erection was pressing against you. "Countess, did I taste good?"

"Always, my pet." You cupped the side of his face and kissed him. "How I love you."

"I love you."

You knelt up and started undoing his belt. "I think it's time to get the best reward, don't you? You've done a lot for me, so I'm going to give back." You pulled his thick cock out and moved your hand up and down on him. "So hard, so thick and all mine."

Levi nodded. "Every inch of me is for you, for your pleasure, for your happiness and for your heart."

"We will have forever, my love." You wiggled forward and pressed the tip into you. "Ah, mm, there is that delicious warm feeling." You grinned at him and slammed yourself down on him making him cry out in pleasure and you moan. "Oh, that felt good." You purred. "Right, Levi?"

He shivered and gripped the pillow under his head. "Countess, your pussy is the best. I want to be yours and only yours."

You hummed a laugh. "You are, my darling, you are. You're the only man I am with. You're the only man I love." You squeezed Levi's cock a few times with your pussy walls. You giggled at Levi's choked moan. "Did that feel good? Did my words and pussy make you feel incredible?"

He nodded and panted. "Yes. You're perfection."

You leaned over and held his neck. "Don't you cum, not yet. I'm not done with you."

He whimpered at your command. "Y-Yes."

You rolled your hips against him. "You cum when I ask you to." You caressed his cheek. "Such a good boy. You'll give me a good loving and fill me with all your cum, right?"

He grunted and yanked on the pillow. "Yes, countess."

You took his hands and pressed them against your boobs. "Touch them."

Levi's eyes lit up as he got skin-to-skin contact with your beautiful soft boobs. "A-Ah, so pretty and soft."

You moved your hips faster against him so your clit rubbed against his trousers. You threw your head back and closed your eyes. A pleasurable smile spread on your lips as your felt every inch of Levi's thick cock deep inside you. Each inched pressed right where you needed it like this cock was made just for your pussy. The tip pressed right against your cervix as his wonderfully thick cock stretched you. The curve rubbed right over your G-spot.

You looked down at Levi to see he was in absolute bliss. The way he was looking at you was as if you were a goddess, it made your heart skip a beat. You loved this man more than life itself, he was just magical perfection and he was all yours. You were deeply and madly in love with him.

You gripped his hands tightly as you felt so close. You shivered in delight as you felt the snap. "A-Ah!" You gasped as you felt an orgasm rush through you. "Y-Yes!" You dropped forward and slammed your hands against the bed on either side of Levi's head. "Yes." You moaned as you slowly rolled your hips. "So good. Your cock always makes me cum."

Levi whimpered. "You're so pretty when you cum."

You leaned down and kissed him. "Thank you." You kissed the end of his nose and dragged his cock out of you. "Time for you to be on top, handsome." You lay on your back and moaned in delight. "Come here, Levi."

Levi quickly moved and knelt between your legs. "Y-Yes."

You opened your legs wide and started touching yourself in a slow and teasing motion. "Is this where you want to be?" You parted yourself so he could gaze at your pussy. "You want to put your cock here?"

He moaned in delight. "Y-yes." His cock twitched. "I want to be balls deep in you."

You giggled. "Good. Touch yourself. Show me how much you want me."

Levi sat back on his legs and started pumping his hand on his cock that glistened with your cum. "C-Countess. I love you." He panted. "I love you so much."

You sat up and cupped his face. "Good boy." You kissed him and moaned against his lips. "Such a good boy. You want to fuck my pussy?"

He shook his head. "N-No."

You smiled. "You want to make love to me?"

He nodded. "P-Please."

You lay back and parted your pussy lips for him. "Put your cock in me."

He ran his tip up and down your slit before sinking his cock into your inch by inch. Levi wanted to feel you, all of you. He watched as he stretched you and sank deeper until his pelvis pressed against you. He whined as you squeezed him over and over. He panted as he controlled himself.

You smiled and took Levi's hands, then placed them on your hips. "Come on, handsome. Touch me and make love to me."

He gripped your hips and started bucking his hips. He panted and moaned as he humped you. "S-So good. You feel so good."

You pulled the ties on your robe and opened it for Levi so he could see your naked form. "Your reward, my sweet."

Levi stared at your naked body. "Beautiful."

You gripped your breasts and massaged. "Harder, Levi. Give it to me harder."

He pumped his hips against you. "Y-Yes."

You arched your back a little. "Mmm, good boy." You squealed in delight as pleasure pulsed through you. "So good."

The room was filled with pleasure-filled pants and moans. Lewd noises of Levi's cock pumping in and out of the wet pussy joined the moans. Skin slapping against skin flustered Levi when he heard it. You kept him focused on you though. You cupped the back of his neck and smiled sweetly making him blush.

You smiled. "Look at you. What a good boy you are." You opened your arms. "Come to me. I wish to hold you."

Levi dove into your arms and started kissing you. "You're so wonderful, countess."

You grinned at him. "Darling Levi, call me by my name. Make me cum again and then stuff me with your seed."

He nuzzled the crook of your neck and started pumping his cock deep into you as hard and as fast as you could take. He whimpered as pleasure consumed him. He could feel his balls tightening with the urge to release his load inside you. He mewled at you when you locked your legs around him and tangled your fingers into his hair.

You turned your head and kissed his ear. "Good boy, such a good boy. That's it, claim my pussy as yours. Stretch my pussy to fit your big, thick cock." You shivered as he bucked harder and faster. "Yes, good boy. Yes Levi!" You arched your back. "Oh fuck, you're incredible." You kissed his cheek over and over. "Fill my pussy, fill it with cum."

Levi whined as your nails dragged over his back. He moaned your name. "Mine, my love, my countess."

You kissed him roughly. "Cum with me." Your eyes widened and a surprised gasp escaped you when Levi bit the crook of your neck. You moaned in bliss and felt the snap of pleasure burn through. "F-Fuck! YES!" You arched your back as your orgasm ravaged you. "Levi."

Levi whimpered and kept bucking against you. "Mm, ngh, ah, ah, ah, c-cumming!"

You turned your head and bit the crook of Levi's neck and gulped down his blood. "Mm."

Levi slammed his cock deep into you as he pumped a load of hot cum into you. "I love you."

You pulled from his neck. "I love you, Levi." You licked his neck and cleaned him up. "Mm, you came so much. I feel very hot."

He whined. "I got very excited."

You rolled over onto him and sat up with a cute smile. "Let me take care of you."

He blushed. "But."

You kissed the end of his nose. "My handsome man."

He gasped a little then blushed when you disappeared. He perked up when you returned to him with food, drink, clothes and a wet cloth. It made his heart swell when you cleaned him up carefully. The love and care you had for him was very clear.

You leaned over and kissed Levi. "Food next."

He hummed as you fed him, the food was always so delicious in your home. "It always catches me off guard when you care for me. I am your butler and you are the countess."

You giggled. "Well, when we're together you're not my butler. You are the man I love. You are my lover. I want to take care of you."

He reached over and took your hand. "It makes me feel good and lovable. Oh, but I do want to take care of you. I love spoiling you."

You caressed his cheek. "You spoil me all the time."

He leaned into your touch. "I want to do it more."

You giggled. "You're so cute."

He locked eyes with you. "I really do love you, you know."

"I know and I love you more than anything. I want to marry you. I want to turn you into a vampire."

He smiled at your words. He had heard them so many times, but it always made him feel good. "An eternity with you sounds like heaven."

You felt your cheeks burn. "It is magical. I've been dreaming of it ever since I first laid eyes on you." You kissed him and giggled. "I love you so much."

[zeroducks-2]

🎃🎃 trick or treat !!

Something a little longer! Talon!Dick/Owlman from yet another fic that I started ages ago and never finished. I'm really fond of this one, there are high chances I will pick it back up :)

(nsfw under the cut!)

A buzzing sound makes him flinch so hard he scares himself, and Thomas drapes an arm around him as to shield him from whatever this is; Dick hears him clear his voice and press on something, realizing at that point that it’s just his communicator. 

«I’m listening.» The man says, his voice perfectly composed again. 

Dick frowns and tenses up against his chest. Is he being seen? He dares peek over his shoulder and realizes that no, it’s just verbal communication and the small screen is still black. 

«There is a dispatch for you, Master Thomas.» Alfred’s voice chimes in, and Dick relaxes some more. «You should come downstairs.»

«I will soon.» Thomas replies and Dick widens his eyes as the other wraps a hand around his shaft. «What is it?»

«It is not my place to open it, but I did check for potential danger,» Alfred replies pleasantly while Dick is busy sending the other a wide look. His erection had almost completely flagged at this point, but Thomas knows how to touch him and he quickly hardens back against his palm. «It appears to be from Mrs Powers.»

The communicator is left open, and Dick knows how sensitive it is. Which means that any sounds he makes, even if he hiccups, the device will pick it up. Suddenly the birds of the aviary sound way less loud than they normally do, Dick having to press a palm on his mouth as Thomas carefully thumbs his tip.

«Does it look official? I’m not going down for some more of Mrs Powers' pranks.» Thomas continues as if he wasn’t jerking him off. 

«Allow me to disagree, Master Thomas.» The communicator cracks after a few moments. «I would say that leaving your perch from time to time would be beneficial. Even for Mrs Powers’ pranks.»

Dick is heaving, forehead pressed into Thomas’ neck and a palm still smushed onto his face. His hips are bucking up by themselves at this point, and he’s sure that the other is edging him on purpose, slowing down the moment his muscles start to lock up.

«You are right, as always.» Thomas tells the receiver, quickly nuzzling Dick’s head. «I’ll be there in a minute.»

«That is good to hear. I shall set the table for dinner, then.»

The man chuckles in good heart, as he’s never said he would have been down for dinner but of course Alfred wasn’t going to miss his chance. Dick would smile too if he wasn’t too preoccupied with keeping himself silent. He’s so preoccupied with it that in fact he doesn’t bother checking that the communicator is off, just keeps silencing himself even if by now he’s squirming against Thomas’ chest.

«You are so wet, you really liked that.» Thomas says in a low voice, nuzzling his ear. «Do you want to come, my Talon?»

He shakily uncovers his mouth to speak but his voice comes out in a mewling sound. He finds himself bucking up against the man’s palm, biting his lower lip to get a grip on himself. «Yes.» He manages to breathe out against his neck. 

«Yes, what?» Thomas insists, nuzzling his shoulder and keeping his hand frustratingly still. «Ask me.»

Dick hates that part. He squeezes his eyes shut, squirming again as if it would get him anywhere. «Please.» He grits out, hiding into his shoulder. «Please let me come.»

Thomas snorts and presses a hand on his back, supporting him as he starts to properly stroke him.

«You’ll have to get better at this.» He comments, but his voice sounds like he’s smiling, making Dick’s cheeks burn. «Don’t make me pull words from your mouth.»

He lets out a pleading sound, for a moment feeling lost like this was years ago and he was a kid with no experience, laid bare for Owlman to teach and mold. He looks up and feels his own lips throb from how hard he bit on them. 

«Please.» He repeats, more quietly but with a vulnerable edge that makes his guts churn. «I want… I want to come. Please, master.»

«Yes.» Thomas kisses his cheek and then brushes their lips together. «Yes, Talon. You can come now.»

[rafent]

How hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realise this about themselves? How do they reconcile with it?

♙ ; how hypocritical is your muse? If they can be hypocritical, do they realize this about themselves? how do they reconcile with it? ( also asked by @unsungblade )

My hot Engage take is that Rafal is simultaneously one of the least and most hypocritical characters in the cast.

For instance, if we defer to one common example of hypocrisy which is moral superiority contrasted with one's immoral behavior or beliefs, Rafal from that perspective will never water down his own values and dilute them with a sense of sanctimony by saying one thing and believing another. Whatever opinion he gives to someone else will be exactly what he means. This applies to all situations that demand for his opinion in some way, shape, or form as well.

He's hardcore, he puts his front foot down, and, ultimately, Rafal happens to be a lot of things - prickly, arrogant, self-centered, critical, jealous, imperfect, stubborn, and intense - but the one thing he'll never be is a hypocrite who dresses up his views to look better than they are. He's honest. . .but only in that light.

Other than that, Rafal is absolutely hypocritical. One hundred thousand percent. We see Rafal's particular brand of hypocrisy most common with characters from his past, situations and relationships where he tends to do a lot of posturing and 'biting' in an effort to dissuade further interaction. Something Gregory describes as Rafal's seeming obligation (it definitely is) and also something that Gregory's support chain showcases pretty well:

Gregory: Well, if it isn’t Lord Rafal. What a coincidence, running into you in this great, wide Somniel.

Rafal: Ugh…

Gregory: Whoa, what’s with the silent treatment? We’ve always been such good allies.

Rafal: Ah, yes, now I recall. You are one of those mewling Four Winds wretches.

Rafal expresses his contempt for Gregory by implicating him to be forgettable - diminishing his identity to someone whose name he doesn't even remember. He treats him like a sore inconvenience, but most importantly: a nobody. Who are you again? Did I mean something to you? That sort of thing. And this encounter isn't reflective at all of how Rafal truly feels about the people he once shared battles and struggles with.

The affectation of his dislike isn't genuine and it isn't constant, either. Rafal's more truthful reality becomes plain to see when it comes to losing what he loved, because at that point there's no more purpose to his facade or walls. It's a hard prerequisite for his honesty but the reason for it is clear: a defensive pretense isn't needed when the other person isn't alive to require it.

Died (Gregory): We should wrap Gregory’s body in something soft, at least. It is what he would want.

Died (Zelestia): Zelestia is gone. I was wondering why it had suddenly become so quiet…

Died (Madeline): Madeline left us much too soon. Let us resolve not to squander any more young lives.

When Gregory dies, Rafal sheds his distance and adopts a more familiar judgment in 'what he would want', revealing that Gregory's interests were always things he took measure of, and that he'd preserved them all along. A blatant contradiction to the who-are-you treatment given to him in their C-support. When Zelestia dies, he enacts a similar sense of his familiarity albeit with her rambunctious personality, something viewed in a positive, room-filling light. Madeline's death instead calls upon his regretful reference to her age, an uncharacteristically tender emphasis at that.

The common ground between all of Rafal's reactions is a fond qualitative observation about his deceased Wind. Sentiment. Emotions and attachments that aren't betrayed on a surface level by his harsh words, particularly the ones pointed at them during his versus dialogue as Fell!Nil. Every expectation of hatred that Rafal gave during that time is negated by what he says and does afterward. Remembering their preferences, mourning their larger-than-life presence, and regretting their fate.

Even his shared support with Mauvier reflects a similar verdict; that what Rafal bespeaks to devalue his previous bonds differs from his actual beliefs.

Rafal: I do not require anything at the moment.

Mauvier: Good. If that changes, I assume you know how to find me.

Rafal: I would extend to you the same offer. I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself.

A far cry from Nil, Rafal is not a good liar. But he is an excellent hypocrite.

Most incriminating is the fact that he remembers things. If Rafal truly hated someone he wouldn't make remarks about their likes or concerned allusions to their most destructive tendencies. The ultimatum is that he cares. He cares and 9.5 out of 10 times he won't allow himself to show that.

The exception is present-world Mauvier, because him being a separate Mauvier without intimate knowledge of the sins that Rafal committed exempts him from Rafal's 'obligation' to keep far, far away from the people that he's hurt. And because said obligation is such a strong motivation, even if he did realize his own hypocrisy I doubt he would reconcile with the fact or try to amend it.