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his little lopsided smile....
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"i thought you dead… but ilmater protected you, returned you to me."
#this is just for me#extremely self-indulgent#but#i love them so much#what if we were both clerics and i nursed you back to health after you escaped from the underdark and showed you#how life can be so much more than cruelty and fear#what if we were tragically separated when the nautiloid attacked but we fought to find our way back to each other#what if what if#>-Io#otp: battered and wrecked i come to you first#ch: altonaufein#ch: karl eifers#vg: baldur's gate 3#series: baldur's gate#gif: mybg3
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REPAYMENT WITH INTEREST. — m!Avery x gender neutral reader.
Description — Your dad takes care of you. All you want to do is show a little gratitude.
Content Warnings — Incest, daddy kink, reader has a cunt, unprotected sex, mild dubcon (reader surprises Avery with being forward but he ends up being into it)
Word Count — 2288
Getting your dad's attention has always been hard. It's a competition between his work and you, you and his work, and you are more of a fixed point in his life than the whimsy of the stock market, so he expects you to always be right where you're supposed to be. Occupied with your diversions except for when it's dinnertime, vacation time, or the odd occasion when he lets you join him for a social function.
It's the last one that you like best.
At first, you thought it was because of how exciting it is to go where all the beautiful, powerful people play, surrounded by glamour and excess. It's almost always nicer than going to school or work.
But in actuality, there's always one moment you return to: your fixed point in your relationship with him.
You were just being cute, hanging onto his arm with your head leaned against him; one of your not-so-subtle tells that you're finished for the night and want to go back to the hotel room. The conversation he was caught in kept dragging on and you knew better than to interrupt.
Someone else did that for you, though, slipping into the conversational circle with lighthearted greetings, and you offered whoever it was a polite smile that showed your tiredness around the eyes.
"Aren't you a sleepy thing," this new person observed with a laugh. "Avery, you should be spiriting your partner away to bed, don't you think?"
The question left your heart feeling so light in your chest it woke you up with a jolt. Your cheeks warmed and you couldn't think of a word to say in response. Your father, on the other hand, you could feel tensing.
"This is my child, actually. Not my partner," he responded in a well-practiced casual tone. He omitted mentioning that his wife, your mother, had died, and he would rather take his child along for a night out as a treat than attend alone.
Silence followed, awkward and uncomfortable for a couple beats before apologies spilled forth. Your dad waved things off, clearly eager to get past that social hiccup, and so it left you alone in thinking about what just happened.
Things played out normally that night, for the most part. You both left for the hotel, said good night, and settled into your respective rooms in the suite to settle in.
You were awake in bed, eyes on the ceiling, thinking about your dad. Obsessing over him. Thinking of how muscular his arm felt under your hands, the scent of his cologne, how confident he was. Heat stirred in your stomach and it was the first time you touched yourself to the thought of your dad's hands on your skin.
Certainly not the last, though.
And that's what brings you to him tonight, wearing something a little bold, a little daring that you bought with his money to show off what, exactly, he's been investing in. Distance made your heart grow desperate so that kicked off your impulse to catch him when he returned from a business trip.
You haven't seen each other in two weeks but you see him now, suit jacket slung over a chair in the home bar, whiskey in hand, the shadow of stubble on his lip and jaw and you can imagine the way it would catch on your fingertips and mouth.
He looks tired. Maybe even in a bad mood. It gives you pause but before you can begin to step back from the doorway, he looks over and catches you. Quietly assesses you. His eyes flit down your form and it makes you feel naked.
"...What are you wearing?" he asks haltingly, and it sounds like the most uncertain you've ever heard him be.
With little opportunity to escape that wouldn't just delay the inevitable, you steel yourself, raise your chin like he taught you. "Lingerie, Daddy."
There's a tick in his brow that makes you feel like you've made a misstep but you hold strong. You try to look as brave as you can, dressed in delicate lace and not much else. The important bits are covered but the cut and design draws attention to what's hidden rather than outright obscuring it all. Flattering. Custom-fit and tailored to you and you alone.
"Lingerie," he repeats after knocking back the rest of his drink and setting it down firmly on the bar top. "Would you like to explain why you're wearing lingerie?"
You invite yourself closer with a sway in your hips, looking almost demure aside from your outfit, with hands tucked behind your back and your eyes — you were always told that you have your late mother's eyes — dropping to the floor instead of meeting his.
"...Because I want you to look at me," you finally say as you come to a stop in front of him.
He's so tall. This close, you can smell his cologne. You want to feel the heat of his skin.
"I'm looking at you, sunshine, what is this abou—"
You drop to your knees on the cold, tiled floor, your hands on his thighs, and once again you feel him tense. Now, you look at him. And he dares to look back, to meet those eyes of yours, to see a sight that's so eerily familiar and yet so wrong all the same.
But he doesn't stop you as you pull the tongue of his belt free, leather sliding over leather. Nor when you unfasten the buckle, the button and zipper on his slacks, and dip your fingers past the waistband of his underwear. He's hard — that much is apparent, even in his reluctance — and you groan when his length bobs to stiffness once you tug his clothes down far enough.
"Let me take care of you this time, Daddy, you do so much for me," you murmur as you lean in to nuzzle against the velvety skin of his cock.
He jolts at your touch but he relaxes somewhat. A hand settles atop your head and you peek up at him, eyes hazy and pleading, heart skipping at how he's letting you continue. It's better than you could have ever hoped.
So you don't want to disappoint him or keep him waiting: you dip down to lick from the base of his cock up to the tip with the flat of your tongue. The taste of him makes your eyes flutter and you take him past your lips with a soft noise of pleasure. His hips twitch forward and you let him sink farther into your mouth with little complaint.
But you one-up him and keep going, slowly and steadily, until you take him down to the base. The effort has tears stinging in your eyes and your throat protesting against the intrusion, but you stay down for a few long beats. Eyes half-lidded. Getting wet between your thighs. Then you draw back in a mess of drool and precum all to go down again, throating him as best as you can.
"Oh, darling," he sighs out, petting at you as you go, hips rocking forward to match your pace. "When did you learn to do that?"
That makes you smile around the cock in your mouth and it encourages you to keep going, to speed up, to work until you feel him tense for a different reason this time.
He fucks your mouth in earnest once he's sure you can take it, drawing out sounds of choking and wet, making a mess of your face and neck and chest and lingerie and your eyes roll back from how good it feels to be used by him. You hold yourself down and let him do as he pleases until he drags you off his cock, making you whine once you're done coughing and clearing your throat.
Spit connects your mouth to him. He strokes your cheek, regardless of how filthy you've become, and you lean into his hand without hesitation though you keep eyeing his twitching cock with the intent to suck it again.
"I know you want more, sweet thing," he says soothingly, voice rumbling lower in his chest in a way that makes you purr in kind. "But let me take care of you too now."
He hauls you up into his arms and you smile and laugh in delight, only for your mouth to be taken by his — your father kisses you with abandon even with your mouth heavy with his taste, your face dripping with your efforts. The kiss continues even as he gets your back to a wall and rearranges your limbs to get your legs around his waist. Your lips meet with warmth and desire, breathlessness, an ache so close to being soothed.
Your clothes are shifted by his steady hand until your hot, slick cunt is bared to him. A whine is drawn from your mouth when he rubs roughly over your core to catch your clit and feel how turned on you are.
"Do you think you can take me?" he asks, voice soft and betraying a hint of concern.
"I know I can, Daddy," is your immediate reply.
The chuckle in his chest is reward enough as you feel it reverberate. He takes your word for it, out of trust and out of his own need to be sank as deep as he can inside you to sate you both, and lines himself up. Your arms are thrown around his shoulders to dig your nails into the fabric of his dress shirt and hold on as he rolls his hips up to bottom out deep into your pussy.
It makes you keen out and cling to him that much harder. He has to pause once he's settled, almost as if to school himself into not cumming already, you feel so good on his cock.
Savoring you. In disbelief that he's balls deep in you. When he pulls his hips back only to buck forward again, he's fucking you.
It's wrong. Deeply wrong. Blood and sex shouldn't mix like this. Past the fog in your brain as your father finds the perfect pace to fuck you at — urgent, firm, plunging deep into you only to draw out and bury himself inside again as quickly as possible — you blearily wonder if you'll both regret this. Tomorrow will come, and you worry that this might be all and this one illicit romp will be all you can claim.
Your father doesn't seem to have the same reservations when he noses against you to have you tip your head back, all for him to capture your mouth with a groan — your worried thoughts dim as you surrender yourself to his easy dominance.
All that matters is that he's fucking you. That you can feel him deep inside you. Raw and hot and yours for now.
Your cunt is a mess. It drips down the curve of your ass, down your dad's cock to stain his perfectly-ironed pants. It sinks in that he didn't even bother to undress further all in his eagerness to have you.
Pleasure deeper than what he's making your body feel lights you up inside and you whine out "Daddy" into his mouth in your exaltation.
"I'm right here, darling... You're being so good for me."
His head moves to tuck itself into the curve of where your neck meets your shoulder. You're a breath away from protesting when you feel the graze of teeth on your skin, the suction of his mouth, and you're near-dizzy realizing that he's marking you. Always, always his. Always have been.
Always will be.
He grinds against your clit with every thrust and the friction sends you closer and closer to your peak. Futile, but you try to move your hips with his in your desperation to cum all over the cock that made you. It's clear to him what you want so he pounds you into the wall harder, determined to get you both there, kissing your skin and grunting with the effort.
You cum first. It's strong and full-bodied, making your back arch and has you clinging to him that much harder. Your legs around his waist keep him sank inside of you as your cunt squeezes and spasms around him without any chance of pulling out. It's not as if he tries to. So he's quick to join you with quick, shallow pumps as he fills you with his cum.
As you both come down, twitching and breathless, you nuzzle against him with a noise of contentment. He kisses your forehead and moves to let your legs down and have you stand but you protest. Laughing fondly, he fixes his pants then gathers you up in his arms and carries you off, up the stairs, pausing once he ascends to the landing.
Considering, between your room and his.
It occurs to you that you don't remember the last time he carried you to bed.
He turns and walks to his room.
It occurs to you that you don't remember the last time you both slept in the same bed.
This time, however, he sets you down and pulls the sheets over you. For a few moments, he's gone and all you hear is the sound of fabric rustling. The mattress dips behind you and you're drawn into his arms back against his bare chest.
When was the last time he had someone else in this bed?
A kiss is pressed to the nape of your neck and he squeezes you tight. Safe and sound. Questions were to be saved for tomorrow, but for the night, nothing more complicated than slumber.
#degrees of lewdity#avery the businessperson#extremely self-indulgent#softer than my usual fare but it's also still fucked up lol#lights out writes
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I think he wld be very happy as a zookeeper
#extremely self indulgent art but drawing it made me smile maybe it will make you smile too. if you want#im going away now (to sleep) goodnight. be niceys#my art#dungeon meshi#Laios
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transhet t4t AU sorry im just playing w my touys in my dollhouse pls don’t get mad at me look away if you dont like
#cringe cope comfort#my art#labru#i feel bad bc a lot of ppl wanted me to draw t4t labru but this is prob not what they had in mind.#also take this more as an AU than smth fully part of my main universe bc its just so extremely self indulgent and canon divergent
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he's so mean
#my art#twisted wonderland#twst#oc#twst oc#twst yuu#jamil viper#shiokawa mayu#jamimayu#jamil viper x yuu#yeah this was inspired by that miku trend#i think everyone should draw their yuus/ocs in vocaloid cosplay#jamil voice: what is a hatsune miku#does miku exist in twisted wonderland though#or maybe she goes by a different name like uh#hatsune magiku....#extremely self indulgent joke but mayus (secret) theme colour is mint/teal so i had to#girls when you take their leek#he took everything </3
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
#it's such an ugly word but like. self-pleasure is good‚ actually#it's good to know yourself and what you like and lovingly treat yourself to it!#like similarly 'meretricious' is extremely tempting if you ignore the underlying metaphor#but. hard to.#language#and quite frankly i think people who whip out 'masturbatory' in this sneering sort of way#are leveraging‚ if we're honest with ourselves‚ a particular framing of it as a gross thing that boys do#because like. when have you ever heard a *woman's* self-indulgent art described as masturbatory#like don't get me wrong we absolutely still dismiss it! but we dismiss it in other ways#that are usually about how embarrassing her *yearning* is#and so even our sneering is reinforcing an idea that men Act whereas women Feel#anyway this was prompted by some things but i shoved it in the queue so now i forget what lol#so here you are getting some contextless thoughts on the use of 'masturbatory' as sneering dismissive assessment!#just what you were hoping for i'm sure :)
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it was windy last night, so i started my favorite tv show again. the Blue Opaque.
spider8reath / i saw the tv glow au !
#homestuck#i saw the tv glow#spider8reath#junevris#extremely self indulgent#rewatched this movie recently and it makes me feel. a lot of feelings !!!#doc scratch is mr. melancholy#in case you were wondering....#my art#vriska#vriska serket#june#june egbert#humanstuck#blue opaque
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Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles // 9-1-1, Season 3, Episode 15, Eddie Begins // Homer (trans. Robert Fagles), The Iliad
#911#911 on abc#911edit#evan buckley#buddie#evanbuckleyedit#buddieedit#uservalentina#alielook#useraish#mialook#usertreena#userrin#tuserdaria#tvedit#mlmedit#cinematv#cinemapx#userbbelcer#chewieblog#me shit#me gifs#truly this is just extremely self indulgent#anyway buck as achilles eddie as patroclus#or vice versa if we wanna talk about the lightning scene :)#i could actually go off about this for wayyyy too long#everyone on twitter is rewatching so like i had to yk
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on my HC that when the boys have nightmares they go to Raph because the sound of his snoring is comforting to them
#one day i'll stop making extremely self indulgent HCs but today is not that day.#my art#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles
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Sharing a mask is something that can be so intimate actually
#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod mw2#ghostsoap#ghoap#love that tag lmao#cod ghost#cod soap#cod fanart#if you couldnt tell i love soap's red mask#This is extremely self-indulgent#but so is this entire blog#this took way too long tbh but i enjoyed it#bc i experimented with a new style#dont expect anything this long in the near future tho i really need to work on my other non cod projects#also i keep going back and forth between thinking this is too cringe to post and being fine with it#but yknow i already made this blog and it not connected to my other blogs sooo if its that bad i can delete and disappear
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Day 259: Bocchi the Rock (Lobster)!
#bocchi the rock!#bocchi the rock#daily bocchi#hitori gotoh#this is extremely self-indulgent#lobsters are my favorite sea critter
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I need idol Shang Qinghua to be manifested.
Give me an AU where Qinghua used to be trained as an idol but never got to debut and got saddled with trainee debt. And now in his next life, it's just him inexplicably serving out pop songs millenias ahead of his time, and everyone is so confused by him.
Let me have the former Qing Jing Peak biting his paperwork after not picking Shang Qinghua as a disciple only for him to be an amazing singer with a bunch of songs from foreign lands in his arsenal. Have this become a one-sided rivalry with Shen Jiu trying to one-up SQH and trying to understand where these songs (K-pop and soft indie girl music) are coming from. Watch Shang Qinghua as he plays extremely sad songs (Laufey and Avery Lynch) about experiences of love and losing it.
I just know Mobei-Jun would love to be serenaded. He finds a drawer full of love songs and thinks the songs are about him. Or finding absolutely devastating music about heartbreak and thinking he has neglected Shang Qinghua.
(Neither is true, It's just Shang Qinghua writing down song lyrics before he forgets them again.)
#shang qinghua#mobei jun#shen jiu#svsss#Yes I am aware this is extremely self indulgent#I have two hyperfixations right now and I am combining them into one super fixation#The Ultimate Fixation TM#I believe Shang Qinghua is a man of many talents poorly utilized#moshang
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put your hands together —
#キミガシネ#your turn to die#yttd#kimi ga shine#midori yttd#sou hiyori#i'll have this as a print at impulse!!#it's extremely self-indulgent but i needed to feed myself#cantobearart
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pov: ur best friend had a real doozy of a day and is now looking at you like this wyd
#extremely self indulgent oopsies#biblically accurate dca my beloved#could not stop nit picking this so!! calling it done#which one does the thought bubble belong to? yes#my art#blorbos#newt#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#dca sun#dca moon#fnaf sb fanart#fnaf oc#fnaf sb oc
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ohm y god what happened i umm i blacked out
#team fortress 2#tf2#freak fortress#tf2 freaks#cakehole piss#piss cakehole#undead stoner scouts#id in alt text#era.png#this is a very self-indulgent post. i just really wanted to draw cakehole 85 times in rapid succession#ik this is Extremely Niche but i Needed to get them out of my system. please forgive me.#regularly scheduled programming will return after these posts. trust. Truuust.#blood#smoking#era.queue
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