#corrupt-implant

[the-roboticspaceidiot]

Happy Valentines day!!!

And Happy Valentines day from the Main characters of Corrupt implant <3

[themoonstonechronicler]

Them ❤️

[vaultsixtynine]

since the corpo brain chip was an all-me invention for seven i don't feel weird about apeing it for fool's gold. she has it at like 50% operation when she meets her fellow pieces of space junk because it's still her maladaptive copium but i think over the course of the first Adwenture she becomes more and more convinced she wants to see what life is like without it, and wyn and [not-moya] get to meet more of her genuine self (she is always Caring Too Much but it's a question of how obvious it is)

some plot events occur and the group gets split in between big events, and when they (wyn n not-moya) finally track her down again it's turned back on 100% because she was re-absorbed by her corporate overlords and she also has a ride-along passenger now (piece of shit amnesiac implant ghost - listen. i know. but Listen.) and she's simply re-accepted this forced calm back into her life because what else is there. both wyn and not-moya have reasons to deeply hate this and it becomes a long journey to get her some help on the semi-sly while they do other things because she's passively rejecting their more active offers to assist.

[isekyaaa]

The Frog and the Scorpion is such an interesting fable in regards to the concept of nature and I would love to use it in a story one day. Just the idea that no matter what you do, you cannot betray your nature is such an interesting concept. A monster at birth will always be a monster at death. No matter how much you deny your nature, it will take hold of you sooner or later. It's such a tragic thing.

[aquicksojourn]

what tarot card are you?

The World

Power is a heady thing. Do you have what it takes to control it? You thought you did, for a long time as you gained more and more. Power only begets more power, after all. Mind your breaking point, mind your load, mind how high you’ve climbed up the ladder; it’s against regulation to stand on the top rung. You could get hurt up there. You could fall. I’m not sure that I could catch you, so high above the rest of us. Don’t look down. Mind the ceiling fan.

tagged by: @austerulous (thank ye, darling!) tagging: you!

[whumpandothercomfort]

There's a flavor of whump I'm always craving that I don't see very often, I think because the possibilities are so context-specific. You can do some things in some universes that you can't in others! You can do certain things with non-human characters that you can't with others!

But hear me out:

Whumper making physiological changes to Whumpee's body.

Could be through programming for robot characters, dedicated brainwashing for humans, magic for fantasy settings, weird biology for aliens...

A few examples off the top of my head:

Alien species that instinctively responds to neck squeezing by going limp like a scruffed kitten, because this helped them survive encounters with predators. Delicious all on its own -- now throw in a quick surgery to permanently clamp the nerve responsible. Whumpee wakes up in a permanent state of relaxed submission and can't even show how terrified they are.

Obedience programming/training that's wired directly into a character's brain. When the system detects unwanted thoughts, it applies pain. Even after rescue, Whumpee can't think of themselves as an autonomous being because their mind is desperately protecting itself.

Characters with magic having their magic corrupted or bound so it either hurts them to use, or it can only be used to serve Whumper's purposes. Bonus points if Whumper has full control over their magic AND the use of it hurts them.

Characters given a brain implant or parasite that stimulates the reward center of the brain, which would be great, except they can't turn it off. They're kept in a constant state of bleary euphoria... with just enough sense of self left to know they want it to stop.

Characters being spelled or programmed so they physically cannot function independently. Characters who very literally NEED to be given permission to do things like relax or take a walk or even use the bathroom. Not being given this permission leaves them in a state of locked stasis -- fully aware of the time passing. Bonus: Caretaker can't reverse it, so they just HAVE to navigate All Of This.

Alien species that will a develop chronic physical illness if deprived of touch for too long. Said illness can only be treated through regular physical touch. Defiant Whumpees will often be locked in solitary confinement and fed through a slot in the bars until symptoms start to manifest. Sometimes they'll be left even longer, to make sure they end up a severe case. And now, oopsie, the only way to ease this horrible pain is by letting your captors put their hands on you!

Just. Physiological whump. The horror of someone else controlling your body or your mind. Betrayal of body. Etc. Do you understand.

[the-roboticspaceidiot]

Happy bday to 9201X!

Hopefully she gets all the BBQ sauce one could wish for★

[necromosss]

💡BG3 Companions in Cyberpunk 2077 //AU

just a fun lil personal HC i did at 3 am. Read each's quick stories below cut!

Aight here goes, sorry for the mess

💡Gale being a netrunner on a borrowed time since his cyberware is eating himself alive. His fixer (while also being his ex-lover) offered only one solution to his demise; sacrificing his corrupted virtu to temporarily cripple the Blackwall

💡Astarion, once was a big-hit lawyer and disappeared for a decade, re-emerges as one of the left hand for a big name in politic circles. Rumor is this politician used a few trusted of his people to 'house' an important experimental cyberwear to later be taken back and improved…

💡Wyll, son of Mayor Ravengard. While father wishes for him to continue down the politics, Wyll thinks it's more of a direct help to jump down on the streets directly, thus becoming an Edgerunner. Rumor has it he had dealings with people within Militech that granted him techs

💡Shadowheart, One of Arasaka's top agent. Her, being under Arasaka's teachings and guidance has little to none care for her selfish needs--that is until she was disconnected from their mainframe. Tasting the freedom and truth of her past, SH wanted to uncover all of it

💡Laezel was trained, Sponsored and backed by the Militech, she aimed to be the strongest living weapon of all times. Though, things didn't go smoothly once her implant was caught malfunctioned. She aim to regain control of her might, and refrains from being thrown away by the megacorp

💡Karla was a bodyguard of an NC political figure, then was betrayed and sold to a megacorp as a subject of experiment, and eventually broke out from there. The tech she gained DID enhance her abilities, but at the cost of it overheating and eventually gave her health problems

and a little bonus, my own Tav

💡Mira's family had been loyal to Arasaka for decades, she had also fell into the corporation hole. Until everything fell apart, Arasaka revoked everything and her family ruined by the megacorp, she sought other ways of survival and making her own name in Night City.

And of course, my durge Ian who's probably far mor familiar to some of you in cyberpunk than in BG3..

💡Ian, an Ex-Netwatch Netrunner. Retired from NW due to a lifethreatening incident involving a megacorp and now he only netrun for his small group (with Zil & Fiona) to quietly plan revenge

[flame2ashes]

I made this post with Kai Leng in mind, but it honestly could be anyone who people think should replace him in ME3. Especially if it's the VS who died on Virmire. Imagine Shepard hearing they were resurrected via the Lazarus Project and how they took great lengths to make sure that everything about it was perfect. And then imagine Shepard finding out it went perfect because they had a dry run to learn from any mistakes they encountered. The dry run was on their dead squadmate :)

I keep imagining an AU where there was actually a person before Shepard that they tried to Project Lazarus as a dry run but they came back wrong. Like, so wrong. But also just right enough that Cerberus can control so they keep them around as a secret weapon and make enough adjustments for Shepard's resurrection to be successful

[addicted2implants2]

If your family and friends think plastic surgery is gross and wonder why people do it, it’ll just make me get off that much harder to do it to you 💉

[ellestra]

The Voice from the Outer World

Dune is a story of failure. SPOILERS for Dune Part 2 below

Power corrupts and all of that. We all know this. So we would be able to avoid it, right? If you know what happens you can chose another option. You would be different.

And here's a story that shows that even when you know all of this and more and can literally see the future it's still not enough.

I get why people often think that to avoid this the person in power shouldn't want that power. That this would make them somehow immune. And this logic has multiple faults (like - how can you be good at doing something you hate?) and one of them is that just not wanting to abuse power doesn't mean you would do right things with it.

We are reminded multiple times in the film (and the books also aren't shy about it) that Fremen religious belief in a saviour is not something that arose naturally. It's a belief seeded by Bene Gesserit's Missionaria Protectiva. They seeded superstitions and myths in different cultures so they could use them in a future emergency. Everything Fremen believe about their Mahdi was created so their faith could be used by a Bene Gesserit in need. And both Jessica and Paul are aware of this even before they even set a foot on Arrakis.

It's specifically made for the saviour to be a foreign one (Lisan al-Gaib is The Voice from the Outer World) because the people who made and planned to use this prophecy were ones from an outsider culture. Paul doesn't hijack Fremen beliefs to insert himself as their white saviour. These beliefs was specifically created for someone like him to use.

It was made with purpose of hijacking Fremen religion into protecting the foreigners who know how this prophecy was constructed. This is a parasitic belief (cuckoo-like faith) and the truth doesn't set anyone free. We see why with Stilgar as he wants to believe so much that everything becomes a sign. Even when he's told this has been fabricated and he was manipulated he warps it into something that supports his beliefs not undermines them. I'm sure you've seen this in real life, in real politics if not religion.

Jessica and Chani got changed the most from their book versions. They've become opposite sides of the ideological divide. Not between religion and lack of it - Jessica obviously not a believer - but between using people and letting them decide their own future.

Book Jessica is more apprehensive of Paul's choices. She's often more worried he may not survive the trials than pushing for them for power. In here she becomes the driving force for using the messianic belief Bene Gesserit implanted for Paul's benefit. She makes sure Fremen believe he fits the story. She doesn't care about Paul's wishes to avoid this burden. She knows it doesn't matter when he tells the people the truth about Bene Gesserit, their abilities and their manipulation techniques. Belief is impervious to proof and confirmation bias makes you reject all evidence to the contrary.

But then, in the film, Jessica is kind of possessed. Stilgar warns Paul not to listen to the djinn but neither he nor his mother can stop listening to the voices. The film removes Alia's book doings but replaces them with foreshadowing of what she becomes. She whispers the truths about the future to her mother even before she is born. Funny, how this change makes her, not Paul, the first fully prescient Atreides. She is manipulating the events when Paul refuses to and that's a foreshadowing too. When Jessica took the Water of Life while pregnant she did it for the power this new position among the Fremen would give her. Alia never stood a chance. She was pre-born into this.

The only one trying to stand in the way of succumbing to the power corruption is movie version of Chani. She was never believer in a saviour. She wants her people to save themselves. They already have a plan for a better future that doesn't involve killing worlds for the Empire they never wanted anything to do with. They were not supposed to be warriors of the prophet. She sees this for what it is - a way to control her people. She understands this is just another form of enslavement. The only difference is that this one is embraced. No one listens to her when she tells them the truth. They only see what they want to see.

The power that comes from being close to the rule is just as blinding when you stand close to the throne as it is when you sit on it.

And the sad part is she knows she played a part in this happening to as she convinced Paul to give this a try. She didn't see the visions he saw so she hoped he can remain the person she fell in love with. When he submits to the way prescience shows him and takes over the faith we feel her heartbreak. She watches him becoming what he feared and everyone around him stops her from trying to save him because they get something out of it (not just the other Fremen or Jessica - Gurney puts atomic arsenal in Paul's hands).

Paul doesn't bring freedom. He just changes who holds the power but in the end the structures of power remain (the similarities between Saudarkar and Fremen are not accidental). And billions die so it can happen. But billions is a an abstract number. It's much easier to feel the consequences when they hit close and personal.

Everyone around Paul gets to gain something - Gurney gets revenge on Rabban, Jessica and Stilgar get to destroy the Harkonnens and the Emperor. They are on top now. The power corrupts before you even hold it. Just the promise of power is enough.

This film version of Chani doesn't let us forget that this is what we watch. That what is happening is not a good thing. We as humans have tendency to gloss over big numbers of deaths when it's some unseen people with whom we have no emotional connections. Through her eyes the loss is so much more personal. She loses her Usul to Paul Muad'Dib. And he takes her people and her planet too.

As Paul says - they are Harkonnens too. And they do what Harkonnens do too. The difference was always cosmetic.

And one more thing. A lot is said about Arabic and Muslim influences in Fremen culture and religion but they aren't the only ones. One other is the word used for the places where Fremen live - Sietch. It comes from Zaporozhian Cossack name for their fortified encampments - sich.

In the West the name Cossacks invokes the cruel Russian Imperial forces that tsars used to pacify conquered territories. But this is not what comes to my mind first. In the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth they were free people living in the borderlands of the Commonwealth on the territories often attacked by the Ottomans. The constant raids from the Turks meant they were warriors and constantly moving. But this also allowed for a lot of freedom as there wasn't a lot of direct control over these territories for the same reason. This meant that they were often joined by anyone wishing to have that freedom - from peasants escaping indenture to nobles escaping the law.

The dissatisfaction with the Polish rule eventually lead to an uprising and this part of Ukraine joined Russian Empire. That Empire destroyed all the freedoms Cossacks had and those independent warriors became just another enforcers of conformity for the Empire. They've become exactly what they fought against. I often wondered if Herbert chose the name Sietch intentionally to invoke this turn of events.

[molsno]

the notion that trans women reinforce patriarchal expectations of femininity is laughable when you think for even 2 seconds. feminism has backslid considerably over the past several years and it hasn't been because of trans women becoming more comfortable with our bodies. it's actually specifically been because reactionaries have retreated to the safety and comfort of cisheteronormative ideas of gender roles out of fear for how our existence will "corrupt" their children by implanting in them the idea that they have bodily autonomy and can make their own choices regarding their gender presentation. trans women are feared because we are viewed as the ultimate perversion of the gender binary in the eyes of the conservative. if your political theory doesn't reflect that fact then it's simply transmisogynistic.

[hencheri]

guilty pleasure

18+. mdni.

pairing: yuta x fem!reader

warnings: religious themes & mention of religious guilt, dubcon, corruption kink, manipulation, perv!yuta.

wc: 2.8k

a.n.: this is part 1 of a series of 2 oneshots. part 2 won't come so soon, but will be much darker with more plot.. i swear.

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you’ve never thought you would lose yourself so fast in the hands of a man you barely knew. it goes against so many of your values and morals, goes against all the promises you made to yourself all those years ago when you were just a teenage girl. 

the very thing you’ve always told yourself, always knew you would follow, is now your biggest sin. 

you swore to yourself that you would not fall into lust with a boy that wouldn’t be your husband, or at the very least, your boyfriend. 

you’ve never been the slightest interested in sex; it didn’t bother you to not know certain things, or how it felt. didn’t bother you either to be the inexperienced one amongst all of your friends who are very much sexually active. 

your studies have always been more important than all of that teenage rebellion stuff. your parents are proud of you, they see a successful girl with a big future in you, and that’s all you need right now. 

until he came in and ruined you to the core. nakamoto yuta. 

he represents everything your parents are scared of. everything they’re against. 

before that, you couldn’t remember a time you interacted with him. you weren’t interested in knowing him, even though your friends sure would have liked to know him in plenty of different ways. 

yuta has always been the rebellious emo guy from your highschool that grew up to be every girl’s wet dream. he smokes, he does drugs, he drinks; any illicit substance you mention, he has done. and this was just one of the many reasons why you didn’t want and couldn’t be with him. 

because yuta is the definition of sin itself. 

he’s laying in your bed, shirtless, while your eyes are fixated on him, not knowing what to do. your heat is pulsing, your panties always soaked whenever he’s around, something that really never happened to you before. 

he’s corrupted your mind, implanted thoughts in your brain that you’re so embarrassed to even acknowledge. if before a half-naked yuta in your room would have made you cringe, now it has you eager to take all of his clothes off and play with his cock until you’re covered in his cum. 

you weren’t that down bad at the beginning, on the contrary; you were absolutely scared. you didn’t want this, didn’t want him in such a foul and perverted way. 

but you think he’s corrupted you right after the first time. 

it was in the library, somewhere you’re sure he’s never stepped foot before until he learned it’s where you’re hidden most of the time. at the far back end of the library, back against the bookshelves and trapped between yuta’s arms, he had whispered “do you ever touch yourself? you know, down there.”

his hand had deliberately brushed over your clothed core, sneaking under your skirt without your permission, but all you did was watch him with big, rounded eyes. 

the answer was obviously that you didn’t. again, you weren’t interested, never had the time to really think about it. 

“i can show you what you’re missing out on, angel,” was what he said next, and that’s exactly what he did.

fingers pressing tight and low circles on your clit until you came, spasms of your orgasm bringing you to tears. 

you couldn’t even see him without thinking about what had happened, couldn’t bring yourself to look at his right hand without remembering where it had been. to say you were embarrassed was an understatement. 

he passes a hand through his long brown hair, eyeing you up and down. “come, i’m gonna show you something,” he softly says. 

he shows you the spot between his legs, and as you take it, you feel your stomach churning and face heating up. you sit down on your knees and he spreads his legs further apart to make space for you. 

 “you remember last time, right?” he asks and you shyly nod your head, recalling perfectly what you did. “well, instead of using our hands, i want us to use our mouths.” 

your brows raise up, staring at yuta like he just said the filthiest thing ever — and quite frankly, he did. 

“yuta, i don’t- i don’t know… that’s nasty,” you wince. 

“i don’t think it is,” he replies, slightly shaking his head from side to side. he lets his eyes travel down your body, looking at your cotton shirt hugging your perfectly shaped tits — that he knows fit just right in the palm of his hands — then back up to your face. 

he takes your hips and pulls you closer, “don’t you wanna know how my tongue would feel like, hm?” he’s so close to you his nose nudges you, his lips hovering over yours. “i know you wanna,” he breathes out, his mouth staying ajar, tempting you. 

just to confirm his words, he slips a hand into your shorts and panties, not even surprised to find you dripping wet. he grins, satisfied that your little mind is running wild on itself, not even needing yuta’s help for that. 

“see?” he retrieves his fingers, putting them right in front of your face where you can see your arousal sticking to them. “open up for me.”

as expected, you pull your eyebrows together, thinking there’s no way he will make you lick it. you were already grossed out when he did it himself the last time you were together, his two fingers entirely coated in your wetness. 

seeing that you’re doing nothing, he clasps his other hand around your jaw, pulling your mouth open and pushing his wet fingers past your pretty lips. 

his hand slides down to your neck, “there you go, angel. suck on them,” he instructs, his eyes focused on the movements of your mouth, warm tongue licking yuta’s digits clean. 

you scrunch your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed in so many ways. but you like it. you like it a lot. 

he slips his fingers out, now even wetter than before. he smiles at you, “it isn’t so bad, don’t you think?” he wipes his fingers across his chest, movement that you follow closely until he lays his hands back on your hips. 

yuta leans further back onto your pillows, “what about we start slow, yeah?” he suggests, his hand hovering over his crotch, your eyes glancing down at it.

you look back up, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. “okay…” you breathe out.

he then sweetly smiles at you, one that doesn’t fit at all with what he’s thinking about right now. satisfied with your answer, yuta helps you by parting his legs as you lie down on your stomach, hands on his thighs. 

“perfect…” he lowly groans, making himself comfortable on your bed. “now, you can just undo my jeans,” he watches you executing yourself, dragging his zipper down and unbuttoning his pants. he passes his tongue over his bottom teeth, already turned on by your overly innocent face. “and pull my underwear down.”

your breath quickens when he says that, looking up at him with frown eyebrows and a pout. how cute. 

he lets out a light chuckle and joins his hands to yours, thumbs hooking under his boxers. “need some help?” 

you don’t respond to his teasing, only shifting your gaze down to his crotch again, tugging down both his pair of briefs and jeans. he lifts his hips up for you, and you can’t help the little gasp of surprise that escapes you when yuta’s cock springs out, resting over his stomach. 

your eyes immediately roam over his body, looking at the few tattoos decorating his skin that you know your parents would disapprove of. you can’t lie that they are magnificent, especially on him. he has a butterfly on his hip and a feather on the other, placed just on his hip bones. 

yuta also has a navel piercing, a detail that really makes him so much hotter than he already is. if you’d ever come home with one of these, you’re certain your parents would kick you out without a second thought. 

“are you done staring?” you hear him laughing, distracting you from your thoughts. 

“sorry,” you bashfully mumble under your breath, blood creeping up to your face. 

“spit in my hand,” he suddenly demands, presenting you his open palm. 

you’re taken aback a little, still finding it gross. “yuta-” you begin to complain, but he rapidly cuts you off.

“you’ve agreed, baby. come on, do as i say.”

you collect the saliva in your mouth, looking directly into yuta’s eyes as you let a globe of spit fall from your mouth to his palm. he then takes his cock with the same hand, stroking himself and spreading your saliva all over his length. 

he grabs one of your wrists and gently wraps your hand around himself, sucking in breath through his teeth when you tighten your hold. 

“now what?” you curiously ask. 

“can you… can you take just the tip in your mouth?” 

you try to not look repulsed by his demand, inhaling before bending down to his hard cock, parting your lips and entering the tip into your mouth. 

“oh, fuck-” yuta throws his head back onto the cushions of your fluffy pillows, relishing into the feeling of your warm, inexperienced mouth on him. “yeah, just like that, angel,” he chokes out, gulping down. “suck it…”

you gaze briefly at yuta before deciding yourself to follow his instructions. swirling your tongue around his head, you go a little further down, him watching you with his mouth agape, entranced by the sight in front of him. 

you have the unfamiliar taste of his precum in your mouth. it’s neither good nor unpleasant, but it’s still weird to think that you’re tasting him. 

you suck like yuta told you to do, slightly bobbing your head as you figure it might procure him more pleasure and you’re right; he almost immediately moans out loud, hand coming directly to hold your hair in his fist. 

you gaze up at him and your eyes connect. he’s gritting his teeth, sucking his bottom lip in. his cross pendant is sitting right on his naked chest, as if taunting you, cruelly reminding you of what you’re actually doing. you scrunch your eyes shut, breaking eye contact with yuta, and move your head up and down more vigorously, eliciting melodious moans out of him. 

“oh, fuck, baby…” yuta croaks out, his head lolling back on his shoulders. he squints his eyes, watching his cock entering and exiting your mouth, traces of your red lipstick remaining on him. “you’re doing such a good job, continue like that,” he praises.

hearing that somehow makes you more embarrassed than you already are. you shouldn’t be good at this — you’ve never done this before, never even thought about doing it. but yuta’s moans and groans sounding through your bedroom make you so much wetter as the minutes pass. his sounds make you believe you want to do this everyday just to hear them, just to know that you’re the reason he’s feeling good. 

it’s like the sexual desire you have for yuta is stronger than the guilt you feel for having those said desires in the first place. 

his hand suddenly pushes you further down his engorged cock, forcing you to take more than you’re ready for. he fists your hair, pulling harshly and making your scalp sting. 

you whine around him, pleading eyes looking up at him. “it’s fine, baby, it’s fine… you can handle it, my little slut,” he groans out the last words, very much pleased with the idea of you being his own pretty little fucktoy. 

on the other hand, you don’t like it at all. it makes your stomach twist in a tight knot, eyes starting to water whether because of the lack of air entering your lungs or because of the unbearing guilt that you feel, it’s not important.

all that matters is that yuta doesn’t let you suffocate around his dick. 

you reach up to grab his hand that is holding your head down, trying to unlock his fingers from around your hair to no avail. 

but then he pulls your head up, cock slipping out of your mouth and slapping down against his stomach in a wet thud. you gasp, taking in big puffs of air, chest heaving up and down rapidly. you gulp down multiple times and wipe the drool that fell out of your mouth earlier off of your chin. 

“shit,” yuta curses under his breath and it’s now that you notice he’s rapidly fisting his cock, all your saliva sticking to his hand and making squelching noises. 

he finishes quickly after, his cum spurting out of his tip and dripping down over his hand. his pace slows down as he empties himself completely, little white beads falling over his black painted nails. 

“gonna help me clean this little mess,” he says softly, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smirk as he gently pats your hair. 

you agree, getting up on your knees and extending your arm to your nightstand where the tissue box is, but yuta grabs your hand, bringing you back in your initial position. 

“you have a mouth, baby. good girls don’t let anything go to waste.”

you wince in confusion. does he really want you to lick all of it?

“yuta, please, i don’t… want to,” you refuse, glimpsing down at his cock softening in his hand. 

your disobedience clearly starts to irritate him a little. “you’re okay with sucking me off, but not eating my cum?” he snickers, “stop being so difficult.”

he forcefully pulls you down toward his crotch and with no other option, you stick your tongue out and begin to lick his cum off of him, including his cock and hand. you’re surprised that it tastes nothing, but you’re still not very fond of it. it’s quite humiliating, to be honest. 

when you’re done, yuta doesn’t waste any time before pushing you on your back, getting on top of you. 

“it’s my turn now. i promise to be gentle,” he grins, lowering himself until his head is in between your thighs. he gets your shorts and panties off of you, greeted with the sight of your aching, wet pussy. “aw, look at this… my baby really wants me, doesn’t she?”

your cheeks heat up again, feeling so not at ease with your bare cunt at the mercy of yuta. especially when he looks at you like you’re his prey, about to eat you alive. 

despite all of your conflicted feelings, you can’t ignore the pulse in your clit and the urge to just clench your thighs for some relief. watching yuta cum is surely an image you will have in your mind for a long time. it’ll haunt your thoughts, you’re certain of it. 

he licks his lips and asks, “ready?”

you simply nod your head as a yes, taking in a big breath, nervous.

he dives in, his lips finding your clit and sucking on it as soon as he gets his mouth on you. you squeal, hands gripping his hair as if to get him away, involuntarily jerking your hips upward and onto his face. 

you’re incredibly sensitive, and the pleasure in your stomach builds up so rapidly, even faster than when yuta gave you your first orgasm. you were already so turned on, that the quickness of his tongue is enough to bring you over the edge. 

“yuta, i’m- i’m gonna…” you stutter, but you’re so ashamed of what’s happening, you can’t get the words out. 

he doesn’t need to do more until you’re cumming in his mouth, legs shaking on each side of his head, tightly gripping his hair in your fists. his tongue laps at your clit a few more times, driving you through your orgasm. 

he withdraws his head away from your cunt, smiling at you, “that was quick. if i knew you were this horny, i’d have taken care of you sooner, baby.” you don’t answer, but accept the kiss he gives you on the lips.

after this, you know you can’t go back. how could you possibly when he tore away the last bits of innocence you had?

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

“Yeah, you see, my boss is directly responsible for my wife getting captured by a dark church of the deep that worships the very eldritch god I took part in slaying several years ago. So now most of the time my wife’s body is controlled by a separate consciousness that comes from the black crystals they implanted in her spine, and that consciousness believes itself to be of a nun of the church of the deep, which means she worships the very dark god that I slayed. And to make matters worse, when I killed the eldritch god it’s blood mixed with mine and now I’m its vessel and I have to resist giving in to its corruption to avoid bringing about the cataclysmic demise of the entire world as the oceans would swallow the land and creatures of the deep would devour and assimilate everything until there was nothing left at which point the hivemind mass of the dark god will spread across the cosmos seeking more worlds to devour. On top of all that, the nun in my wife’s body has my wife’s insatiable libido. and ever since she found out that I’m the vessel of her god she’s been constantly begging me to ‘fill her with my divine seed’ and to be honest the whole thing is making our weekly game nights really awkward for everyone.”

[yanderestarangel]

Will there possibly be any more Tio Miguel O’Hara au???

𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 ┆ 𝐓𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎'𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 - 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘

꒰∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ ── Hi guys, I remembered I have a blog, hehe:3

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౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ "Before you, silence and emptiness for me were like an open, painful wound that stained my clothes a calloused, uncomfortable red. But with you, silence became just a space to be filled with your laughter and ethereal presence. My thoughts turn to you, my sweet nephew, loose and deliberate... I really shouldn't feel this way, but you don't know how much it affects me just by you being you." - 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: 𝓽𝓲𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓵.

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➜ This AU will probably become a fic with non-linear chapters, that is, I will post in non-chronological order of the canonical events that happened. [ There will be several alt. routes and you can suggest more ideas about this AU. ]

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★☆ Notes: This is a work of dark romance/content, please do not read if you are a sensitive person, I am not romanticizing abuse or abusive relationships, this is just fiction.

♡ ┆ TW: written in the form of a poem, corruption, step!incest, dark romance, ftm reader, abusive relationship, mourning, dumbfication, manipulation, age gap, eat out, creampie, sex without a condom, dub con, afab anatomy

You weren't so naive as to not notice your Tio's lascivious gaze on your body ─ especially when you wore short, white dresses on hot days, your skin shone with a thin layer of sweat while your curves were otherwise hidden by thicker fabrics and dense spaces were exposed to the world and the cowboy's dark eyes.

The same lips that kissed you so innocently one day, held the hot tongue that would bring your ruin filled with lust. He had a negligent look, a harsh air, he was the same man who had made you taste the fruit of forbidden desire ─ far from everything and everyone, you two did not share the innocent courtship of being just a nephew and uncle... But before for you to stop like a whore, with your legs open for someone you swore would never feel anything... It hadn't started like that.

Desire, like all things in the world, had to have an origin, guidance and explanation ── everything could have started with the cruel grief of losing the wife that Miguel loved so much, the woman's name was not even uttered by his mouth, the same painful memory of lost nights of empty promises cut by the tragic and sharp scythe of death and destiny. The tanned-skinned man spent nights questioning the direction of his life and the classic question: "why me?".

Without an answer however, he sank even deeper into his own mind, the emptiness of his home now without a wife and the future children that were idealized by both of them had not come to fruition.

A foolish, lost and purposeless man was what he was.

So, just as the devil tries to make sin, he had finally found something that filled the void that was once held in his hard and dirty soul ── you. He tried to repress these feelings, it wasn't love, it wasn't a pure and polished love, it was a corrupted feeling of possession and obsession ─ he wanted to control your life, control you and make you his forever, trap you somewhere where you would stay safe from the dangers of the dirty world where they lived; but he himself was this dirt.

Then, slowly he began to enter your life even more like a parasite implanting the dirty thoughts you would later have about him. Taking you away from your family and manipulating everything and everyone into believing that he was the best person to take care of you ─ after all, he was just a concerned Tio... Or not?

Like a waltz with the devil, it all began that hot summer night with a dance ─ without protests and murmurs of complaints you followed him to an isolated place where your family's celebration was taking place that night, the warm orange light coming from the old tile ceiling warmed your cheeks and made you blush even more under the brunette's deep gaze.

Miguel watched as you moved to the music, his gaze mesmerized by the fluidity of your movements. A soft smile graced his lips as he took in the sight before him- the youthful vigor and elegance you possessed. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you, even if it sometimes stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him.

He wasn't just your tio, was he? No more, if he ever was to begin. His large hand caressed his waist, gently but firmly gripping the fabric of your blouse soft under his touch. His thumb brushed against his back, effortlessly guiding you through the dance.

"My precious angel", he murmured, his voice practically low. "You look like a dream, like a celestial being that has somehow landed among us mortals. It makes me want to take that dream and hold on to it forever."

He brought you closer, as if he was going to devour you ─ He moved like a predator, he looked at you like a predator... He was a predator.

Tio Miguel's lips traced a burning path along the sensitive skin of your neck, each kiss leaving a trail of heat as his hands slid down and squeezed your ass possessively. His breath was hot against your skin, a mix of whiskey and desire that sent shivers down your spine. His moans were hoarse, filled with a primal hunger.

He pulled back slightly, dark eyes ablaze with lust, his gaze falling to your chest, where your breasts strained against the fabric of your blouse. The hunger in his eyes was almost palpable, tacit and obscure, there was no point in running and maybe you didn't even want to escape, it was like a tempting trap that would hurt you deliciously.

"Mi prince," he rasped, his voice rough with need. "You're so beautiful. So fuckin' beautiful."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound dark and predatory, as he grabbed your waist with one hand and pressed you against him. His hardness nudging between your legs, making you aware of his desire for you.

"Let's go somewhere more private, mi vida. It's time to show you just how much I want you." His lips crushed against yours, the intensity of your kiss staggering. His tongue thrust into your mouth, tangling with yours, the taste of whiskey and raw desire overwhelming. His hands moved with purpose, tugging at your clothes, urgently trying to rid you of any barriers between you both. He nibbled gently at your lips, pulling back to whisper against your mouth.

"Don't fight me, mi chico guapo. We both know you want this." With a low growl, he pulled you close once more, your lips crushing against his as your hands moved with purpose. His fingers expertly explored your soft body, teasing and coaxing you to the edge of pleasure. As his thumb brushed your clit, he swallowed your moans, his own desire heightened by the sacred taboo of his actions.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, my life. But I can't promise I will." Miguel said, but you both had the idea that that wasn't what was going to happen, especially when his tongue licked your pink flesh so well and made your legs tremble around his head ── his calloused and warm hands separated the flesh again softness of your thighs, making your breasts bounce and you tremble and whimper slyly for more.

Sin was good, so you two were condemned to a hell of unlimited pleasure and lust, without judgmental looks from others. Just you and your dear Tio Miguel. You moaned dirty, incoherent sentences, just looking for more friction with the other man's mouth, you were both moaning with need ─ you were both a mess of repressed desire and unthought-out consequences.

Your tio's hot tongue left your entrance, but before any scream of protest you saw him take off his pants quickly and lower them to his knees, exposing his muscular thighs and his thick cock with veins pulsing strongly, the smell of musk filled your nose as you felt the heat radiate from the older man’s member.

Uncle Miguel's cock pulsed as it passed your entrance, the swollen head teasing your clit before entering your comfortable, warm pussy. Every inch of their sensitive flesh reveled in the forbidden embrace, eagerly awaiting the moment they would finally become one. He growled softly, muscles tensing as he thrust inside, filling you with his thick erection.

Miguel's grip enveloped you like a vice, the sensation overwhelming you both-- his eyes locked with yours, the intensity of the connection incendiary, as he slowly advanced. His size made him feel huge, stretching you despite the ample lubrication. His moan of pleasure joined his groan of pain, a symphony of raw desire and urgency. His hands shook slightly as he thrust into you, the animalistic sounds of your union echoing in the small space.

Each thrust was deliberate, calculated to maximize his pleasure and his own desire. "Mi rei, are you okay?" he panted, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he continued to move. "Tell me if you need me to stop..."

Despite the agony of his position and his size, your nod was slow and deliberate. Your eyes never left his, each thrust bringing with it pleasure and submission. You could count how many thrusts there were by the weight of his balls that hit your soft ass, leaving a red, painful mark on your sensitive flesh.

"Good boy... Taking everything in that cute pussy..." He growled as the veins in his neck bulged with each effort of his hips to not stick it all in and feel the tip of his dick tirelessly kiss your uterus ── but he didn't I could scare you now, despite wanting to take out all the frustration and excitement accumulated in your cunt. Your breasts bounced as you cried with fat tears coming down from your orbs, pleasure, guilt and undefined feelings in your mind made you bite your lip and just enjoy the moment.

"Fuck, mi angelito," he groaned, his eyes locked on yours. "F-Fuck, I can't control myself... Mierda-"

His movements became erratic, his need overpowering him as he drove into you, chasing the peak of his release. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat as he thrust deeper, harder, his desire fueling the intensity of your coupling.

"Just like this, mi carinõ," he cried out, his voice hoarse with lust. "Just like this, with you..." His words are the catalyst for your own release, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave, wracking your body with pleasurable contractions that milk him of his release.

Miguel follows suit, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you with his warm, pearly essence, marking you as his once again. He collapses on top of you, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding, both spent from the intensity.

"I don't deserve you, boy, but I need you."

[austinbutlerslovers]

Feyd Fantasy Part 5

Label Mature 18+

Endless Empire

Summary

Feyd Rautha becomes the Baron of Giedi prime and inherits all the responsibilities it entails.

The former Baron Vladimir on his deathbed was enraged at how well you corrupted his nephew. Implanting Feyd with the idea to kill his own uncle in order to ascend as Baron ahead of his time, (keeping you together). His nephews love and obsession for you disgusted him. But he still wanted his favorite prodigy to succeed... just without your interference.

He laid a treacherous plot to separate you from Feyd forever.

Starts off Dominating sex Ends with Passionate love making

⚠️ Hard Core Smut ⚠️

edging •missionary• rough sex •hip pinning•oral sex while distracted• fingering • orgasm denial• sex against a head board•multiple cream pies•multiple orgasms

Part 1 • Part 2 •Part 3 • Part 4•Part 5•Part 6 •Part 7

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⏳Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️

💝Not for my softies (mentions of violence)

Inspo: ⚔️ Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️ -Feyd initiating oral while you are distracted -Feyd denying you an orgasm -Feyd restraining himself to be gentle -Feyd addicted to you -Feyd making love to you

(Requests sorted through the final 3 fics if you don’t see yours here)

Endless Empire

The populace of the planet Giedi Prime swarm the capitol in preparation for the coronation of their new Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. The military is in full force on display in the streets. All of the banners of Vladimir Harkonnen are clipped as Banners of Feyd Rautha unfurl across the globe.

Feyd refuses to change quarters to his departed uncles until it has been completely decontaminated and scoured. He wanted to take his fire torch and expedite the process by burning everything inside to a black char but was talked out of it by several advisors who mention structural integrity and fire damage.

He settles for having it stripped of every single thing inside. He wants it bare, then he will consider it. For now guards stand watch night and day at his door and in his courtyard without concern for his privacy due to the easier access of his quarters from an intruder.

During the stillness of the night he climbs on top of you. There is a brief moment were you gaze into each other's eyes and you call him by his new title “Baron Feyd Rautha” you say seductively. He smiles at you, his already hard cock swells with pride and he lunges his mouth for your neck. He eagerly licks a stripe from your collar bone to your jaw “My Baroness “ he says in return before passionately kissing you.

He teases your pussy lifting his hips and slowly rubbing his hard shaft up and down through your folds. He places kisses along your face and neck until you begin panting for him getting increasingly aroused from the stimulation. Once you are wet he lines himself with you and thrusts into your core.

You gasp as he slowly pushes his thick cock in and out of your tight soaked entrance. His passionate thrusts make you cling to his shoulders. He groans feeling the way his cock is sucked in by your needy walls. He restrains himself back to remain gentle.

You whine, you want him rough, tonight he is the Baron of Giedi Prime and you know what he likes, he wants to dominate and fuck you ruthlessly.

You slide your hands down his strong muscular shoulders to his pale lower back. You force him deeper inside of you.

His jaw slacks as he stretches you open fully to fit his cock. He locks eyes with you thrilled by your eagerness and increases his pace until his hips are rhythmically smacking against yours. He makes your walls pulse at every deep thrust of his cock.

You begin whimpering underneath him as you try to remain strong in the face of his rough plows. But he enjoys watching you fall apart. The way your face is a mix of pleasure and pain as he breaks you, unable to withstand his power.

Your moans get even louder when he’s rough and it excites him to dominate you.

His eyes are wild as he brings his hands to your hips pinning you to the bed for better leverage. He begins snapping his hips between your legs until his entire body tenses as he slams his cock into you. He pounds into you so fast and hard your mind fails to comprehend as you dig your nails into his back. “Feyd..I’m going to cum!” you cry out. You begin high pitched moaning as your abs flex hard and your core tightens ready to snap.

“Cum on my cock” he commands and presses his hand on your abdomen. He feels the size of himself sliding in and out of you and begins grunting as if he’s possessed. He wants to cum.

“That’s it Baroness …milk …my cock” he rasps feeling you fall apart beneath him. You moan his name as you orgasm and he strains as your walls tighten and expand rhythmically, trying to drain him of his seed.

He clenches his jaw tight as he cums hard. His silver ropes of cum paint your inner walls. He holds your waist and forces you onto his cock several times as he drains every drop of semen. He release his strong grip when he is empty. You both pant heavily for several seconds as you come down.

He pulls his hips back until his heavy cock slips out of you. He lays beside you and pulls you to rest your head on his shoulder. As you lay your arm across his chest you stroke behind his ear and down his neck until you both drift off to sleep.

The Decree

It is the day before the coronation. Feyd is already scheduled with several tasks in the morning. First a meeting with his advisors and governors of Giedi Prime on an important decree. Then his final fitting for his ascension garments followed by a run through of the ceremony taking place in the fortress courtyard.

He will also fit in meals and a fighting session with his sparring partner Ghul. Feeling the pressure stacking he needs to let out his aggression but you had forbidden him from fighting and killing gladiator slaves in his courtyard for stress relief.

Feyd is already up and dressed for his meeting. He watches you sleep as he fastens his Baron medallion to his regal garments and slides on his signet pinky ring. He is aching for you and squeezes your hip but you remain sleeping. He pulls the sheet higher on your shoulder caressing his thumb to your jaw before he leaves you to rest.

He heads directly to the meeting hall for his first appointment as Baron. The guards open the black inscribed doors for him. His twelve advisors and several reigning governors from each planetary district of Giedi Prime are in attendance. The table,seating fifty, is completely full. Conversations stop when he enters. They all look at him, immediately standing to bow in reverence.

Feyd takes his place standing at the head of the meeting hall table and they all sit following his lead. Apprehensive murmurs seep around the table before the Lord in Waiting stands up to make a statement. They fall silent.

“Baron Feyd Rautha, I have in my hands a decree from your Uncle Vladimir which was written on his death bed on his last ruling day as Baron.” He retrieves the official metal cylinder with the laser etched words and begins to read.

“Feyd Rautha Harkonnen, you will rule Giedi Prime as Baron. Your current marriage will be annulled. You are set to be married to Princess Irunlan, daughter of the Emperor Shaddam IV.”

The Lord in waiting pauses, letting the late Baron's words sink in to Feyd’s ears. He knows it is a heavy blow.

“My dying decree is a solution which guarantees that you are to be made Emperor without interference.” Once the Lord in waiting finishes reading the decree he places the cylinder in a nesting dock on the table making the etched letters project above the table for all to see.

Feyd quickly rises up from his chair unable to withstand what he’s hearing. He tries to disguise the rage boiling inside of him. The governors and advisors begin to murmur already sensing their new Baron is displeased.

Feyd holds the back of his chair, eyes burning with contempt. His uncle even from beyond the grave has fucked him over. He steals back from the table pacing waiting for a thought to form.

“Has the princess agreed to this?” Feyd asks cautiously.

The Lord in Waiting checks the correspondences to be certain. “Not directly but her father the Emperor has answered your Uncle's request. Emperor Shaddam IV has sent a formal message in return. He would like to set up a meeting for you and Princess Irulan to get acquainted and begin a courtship. The Emperor is more than willing to forgo the traditional courting protocol if you wish to skip directly to the marriage proposal instead m’Lord.”

A stillness fills the room. With no answer from Feyd the The Lord in waiting continues.

“Emperor Shaddam IV has heard the praises from Count Fenring of your accomplishments in the gladiatorial arena. He will give you his daughter’s hand without question. Shall I respond and set up the arrangements for your interplanetary travel to Kaiaten to meet the Princess? This could be arranged after your coronation as the New Baron of Giedi Prime m’Lord the timing would be immaculate.” The Lord in waiting awaits Feyds response.

Feyds rage calms realizing it is still in the initial meeting phase and no binding contracts have been made. He needs to make an impression on his new advisors and governors as Baron to change their minds on the decision.

“Have each of you signed off on this?” He asks his twelve advisors. They all nod in agreement, beginning to murmur with each other. The Lord in Waiting speaks for all of them. “This is the decision made by your uncle to ensure your empire m’Lord . The Baron - - -“

Feyd cuts him off

“Vladimir Harkonnen is dead” he says coldly.

The room falls silent. Feyd begins to walk the length of the table peering over at each member in attendance, judging them before he continues.

“The Emperor knows what I know and what everyone in this room knows. I am his only choice of ascendant. Just as I have been ascended to the throne by my uncle Vladimir, I will ascend the throne as Emperor.” He stops his pace at the Lord in Waiting who is standing at the foot of the table.

Feyd turns to speak to all of them. “The Harkonnen house is the strongest of all the houses. We are the richest of all houses. We are the farthest reaching with the largest army. Do you think any of that will change based on who I chose to marry?” He reaches past the Lord in waiting and slips the cylinder from its nesting dock. The Lord in waiting does not dare stop him.

Feyd glances it over, seeing his uncle's signet and smirks. “What my uncle failed to realize is that Princess Irulan has her own set of interests in mind. Do you think she cares for the Inhabitants of Geidi Prime? No. Her eyes are filled with blue, filled with the urge to exploit our most coveted resource. The spice of Arrakis.”

The advisors slowly nod in agreement.

“Why do you think the Emperor is so hasty to have me join his daughter? Maybe it is because we slaughtered an entire planet for him. Emperor Shaddam permitted us to wipe out our only leading rivals, the Atreides. All because Duke Leto was gaining too much power and defied him,” he smiles sinisterly.

“My uncle told me it was ordered to him directly by the Emperor to wipe out House Atreides. The decision was made so swiftly, that hundreds of thousands were slaughtered mercilessly as our armies reined down on them that fateful day”

The advisors and governors beam with pride, reminiscing the day they annihilated their most hated and long standing enemy.

Feyd smirks to himself again before continuing. He holds up the decree swishing it through the air as he speaks. “We have the hidden advantage of spilling our little secret, that Emperor ordered a genocide, any time we wish. In front of a tribunal of the Great Houses he will be exiled as a war criminal, and it was all orchestrated under my Uncle's reign. As your new Baron unattached to these ‘horrible atrocities’ we will remain unscathed and continue our exploits in this endless empire.” He says with a grin.

The governors and advisors are mystified at the way Feyd Rauthas mind calculated such an advantage so quickly.

He turns, pointing the cylinder at the Lord in waiting. “My interests are for Giedi Prime and my wife carrying the future Harkonnen heir. I ascend with my Harkonnen Baroness.”

The men nod in agreement and begin to clap before standing with a round of applause. Feyds rationale making them realize they hold power almost on par with the Emperor. As for their new Baron it is better he rule with a female under his control who knows the Harkonnen ways. Princess Irulan is an independent female free from male domination. She will combat his leadership and challenge his heritage at every instance in order to raid their resources.

“Have this destroyed” Feyd says as he slaps the metal cylinder decree into the Lord in Waiting’s palm. “Are there any other matters of importance you need to address with me?” Feyd asks, the Lord with a cold stare.

The Lord in Waiting studies Feyds menacing demeanor. He knows he will be a resolute Baron both cunning and ruthless. He decides to immediately pledge his loyalty to Feyd. “That ends the meeting m’Lord,” he bows his head gracefully. Feyd raises his hand in the air dismissing all in attendance and continues the rest of the day completing his other responsibilities as Baron.

Role of a Female

When Feyd returns to you in his chamber for the evening he feels accomplished. He secured you as his reigning Baroness. You lock eyes with him and he smiles at you before continuing on his path.

He strips naked out of his fighting gear, just having completed his sparring with Ghul. He heads straight into the decontamination chamber. Though sparring doesn’t compare with empaling his sword through the throat of a gladiator slave, he made it work just to appease you. Once he emerges from the decontamination chamber, he cleanses his mouth.

He has an enormous day tomorrow for his coronation and finally crawls into bed naked. You are resting against the headboard, reading “The Ancient Ways of Giedi Prime.” deeply invested in a chapter about the subservient roles of females on his planet. He gently pulls the sheets from your lap without you taking much notice.

Once he grabs ahold of your thighs spreading and resting between them you tip your book down and look at him. He tips the book back up into your hands. “Read it to me” he says sensually. You smile and begin to read aloud, “Though females have their place in the Giedi Prime hierarchy, it is to a lesser role and nearly on par with a servant… “ Feyd pulls your hips down, angling them towards his face. Distracted, you lose your place in the book.

He parts open your robe gaining direct access to your exposed pussy. “Keep reading,” his words fan against your folds as he spreads them open with his fingers.

Your heart rate increases with anticipation as you continue “ The main purpose of a Giedi Prime female is for personal pleasure and child bearing for the male… …-who controls her.”

You let out a moan and close your eyes as his warm wet tongue softly probes your entrance.

You are trembling with pleasure as he sucks onto your folds. You try to read one more sentence for him before going weak. “A Giedi …-Prime female will ..-never -..hold a ..position of power over a male …in ..-any way.” You let out a moan as he pushes his fingers into you thrusting them in and out. You put the book down already wet and aroused.

Your eyes close tighter at the added feeling of his tongue brushing against your clit with his fingers plunging in. He begins lapping up the arousal releasing from your folds for him.

His cock is throbbing, aching to come into you.

He climbs up and slowly kisses your mouth. When you taste yourself on his tongue you whimper and hold the back of his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss.

He grows weak from your soft lips overtaking his and recalls what you read to him in that moment. He would gladly let you hold power over him. He has fallen madly for you. The three forgotten words he is meant to say elude him.

With your back pressed to the head board he lifts your legs one at a time around his waist so you are sitting in his lap. He places both hands on your hips to hold you in place.

As you continue to kiss him he becomes needier and restless. You feel his hand brush between your thighs making you break the kiss. You look down between your bodies to see he’s aiming his cock for you.

He presses his tip to your entrance and you watch him slowly penetrate his shaft inside of you inch by inch. When he buries inside of you beyond capacity you look into his eyes mystified feeling yourself stretching to fit the size of his girth.

He slowly presses his hips onto yours making moans fall between both of your lips. He lustfully kisses you then, lulling you into a dream-like state as he remains stilled inside of you, warming his cock. You lock your ankles around his waist and feel him smile against your lips.

He begins gently thrusting into you with passionate warmth. Feyd is making love to you for the first time. Your psychotic, dominating, sexually-depraved husband presses into you gently, letting you feel every inch and vein of his cock. His tenderness all but makes you climax.

Your walls begin to pulse against his shaft, readying to orgasm. He stills his movements. “Why did you stop? I’m so close,” you plead just above a whisper. Your voice is full of neediness. He smiles as his pretty blue gaze into yours. “I want your pleasure intensified,” he says, grabbing ahold of your jaw and planting a kiss on your lips.

Once your walls stop fluttering he begins slowly thrusting into you again this time you feel an explosion of pleasure in your core as your mouth falls open. You cling onto him trying to stay sane. Your walls begin to flutter on his cock once more and he stills his movements a second time.

Your clit is throbbing to your core, you are painfully tight. Feeling him fully inside of you without moving makes your walls intensely pulse around his cock seeking any type of friction. “Feyd please….-please let me cum.” You beg at your peak, completely covered in chills feeling sensitive to every part of his being. He leans back, looking into your pleading eyes and smiles.

He knows you can not withstand being denied another orgasm, even though the build up would give you the most pleasurable experience upon release.

He sucks his thumb into his mouth wetting it and brings it down on your clit pressing into the nub and rubbing in circles. You moan staring into his eyes as your abdomen constricts and you are unable to move as you orgasm. Your walls pulse and clench hard as you cum without him even thrusting into you. You pant heavily feeling the euphoria and relief wash over you.

He rises to his knees, lifting you higher on the headboard with his strength and presses you back against leather. He begins clapping his hips into yours. The moans that fall in from your lips are foreign to your ears.

His hand caresses your throat as he gazes at you with his intense blue eyes. He feels the deep connection between your bodies. He thrusts into you deeply for what feels like an eternity with his stamina. When your walls flutter his cock twitches and he snaps his hips forward slamming you against the headboard the shock makes him cum as you orgasm.

His parted lips faintly touch against yours as his body tenses releasing rope after rope of his warm cum into your core.

You both moan in unison as your walls rhythmically milk him. He presses his hand to your throat softly kissing along your jaw and the side of your face in reverence. He inhales your scent as he rubs his soft lips and grazes his black teeth against your jaw. He can’t get enough of you.

He holds you to him bringing you down from the headboard. He slowly slips his cock out of you and lays you in bed pulling you to face him.

As he caresses the side of your face with his finger tips he gazes into your pretty eyes. You make him remember the forgotten words never spoken to him before. The three words that have all the meaning in the world. He plants a kiss to your forehead and pulls you to his chest. He drifts to sleep dreaming of you at his side for his coronation in the morning.

To be continued..

Part 6 Brazen Baron Available Now ->

Feyds Coronation| Feyds Pleasure| Feyds War

Part 6 Smut Requets: Sex against a window•sex in the throne room• Dom Feyd •Sub Feyd •Feyd wearing a collar •Feyd being handcuffed for sex•Feyd being whipped(with a crop!)•semi public sex• Feyd BJ•size kink• Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you• Feyd gives up his kink (what?!)

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