#flirting is welcome fetishizing is not

[cherrycranes]

The Arrangement (Robert Fischer x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Robert Fischer x Fem!Reader Summary: You're a flight attendant for billionaire heir Robert Fischer and you have quite an interesting arrangement with him... Word count: 3,692 Contents: (Minors DNI). Ass eating (f receiving), oral (f & m receiving), spitting, cum eating, fetish, dominant Robert (but he’s not an asshole) Author's notes: Collabing again with my darling @fuckiingloser. We're back to our usual universal fem reader posting after those two beautiful christmas fics! This new fic has been awaiting for over a month now and I'm so glad to have it out. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. There's a pinterest board link at the end so you visualize this fic. Enjoy!

Your pristine, well manicured hands smoothened your short skirt out and adjusted your brand new tights to near perfection. Your eyes fixated on the reflection of your polishedness in search of anything uneven, undone or unflattering, finding a single issue with your hair that was easily fixed with a touch. One last coat of lipgloss and you were set. The confines of the plane bathroom were replaced by the big cabin of the private jet that you now knew like the palm of your hand. Aware of what was coming, you poured a flute of expensive champagne that would await very little for your very special guest.

Timely as ever, you heard his fine italian leather shoes coming up the steps. The first thing you saw was a very pleased smirk upon his plump lips. The second thing was his pale blue eyes that immediately raked over your uniform and then noted the complimentary champagne that you always welcomed him with.

“Hello, gorgeous...” That perfect million dollar smile of his would always make your knees feel weak and your body heat up, and that day wasn’t the exception. Slick arousal already dampened your pussy and he hadn’t even taken a seat yet.

“Hello, Mr. Fischer.” Your voice came out sweet, quite adoring. His eyes kept devouring your figure, parts of you tightly embraced by your special uniform that he requested you to wear for his flights.

“Looking perfect, as always.” The scent of his luxurious cologne caressed the tip of your nose as he leaned in to whisper to you, his voice already husky. One of his hands lightly touched your hip, unable to resist the temptations of what boiled between you.

For nearly a year, you had been his flight attendant. Nothing out of the ordinary for the first few months. Usual duties of a stewardess like pouring drinks, pre-flight checks, showing the safety exits and many more things you had prepared for, filled his constant flight schedule with you. It wasn’t until a few months of working for him and taking his subtle flirting rather well, when he decided to offer you an arrangement that you definitely did not study for but you were so willing to do… 

Quite uncommon, a stewardess with benefits… Really good benefits you both enjoyed.

Fischer was a particular man, he knew exactly what he liked and wanted, and you fit that criteria perfectly. Your face, your eyes, your lips, your gorgeous body wearing that tiny mini skirt, high heels and a perfect pair of sheer tights. He couldn’t get enough of your thick soft thighs and round behind in the tight uniform he requested you to wear the moment the arrangement first started.

Carefully, you helped him take off his expensive suit coat and hung it up for him, exercising the same normality routine of two people who don’t fuck when the plane is on the air. Fischer took his usual seat, sipping on the champagne and checking all his messages and emails before shutting his phone off for the duration of the flight, playing the patient man who was not dying to touch you. In the meantime, you did your job: cross checked the doors, secured the baggage, listened to the pilots and their explanations of the weather conditions and the flight time. Once the captain and the co-pilot entered the cockpit, the flirtations were back on.

Your pantyhose clad legs caught his eye again when you strutted towards him with the calculated slowness of a hunter. 

“Time to buckle up, Mr. Fischer… Safety first…” You purred, sensually bending over and giving him a good view of your cleavage. You buckled his seatbelt for him, just to have more excuses to touch him before take off. He groaned a little, gaze dipping in the inviting warmth of your cleavage and jumping right into your eyes when his belt was tightened. 

“You look good enough to eat…” He husked, bringing a little smile to you. 

“And I'm sure you will… After take off…” You reminded him, winking.

Understanding, he nodded. The plane started to move towards the runway. You sat down and buckled yourself into the seat across from him. Flaming blue eyes didn’t stop roaming over you the whole time, scorching your skin and tightening your cunt around nothing.

The plane turned onto the runway and gained speed before finally taking off, making your ascent into the sky. Complete, utter silence took over. Both altitude and tension increased between you in what seemed to be hours. The seatbelt light blinked off upon reaching cruising altitude, his smirk returned. It was “go” time. 

He watched intently, the way your gentle hands unbuckled your seatbelt, how your knees flexed and unflexed beneath the sheer fabric when you stood up, the simple yet sensual touch against your skirt when you smoothed it out. When you turned around and bent over right in front of him to ”fix” your heel, he groaned. The tiny skirt rode up and left nothing to the imagination, and your lack of panties certainly did not help. Your bare pussy was perfectly visible beneath the pantyhose, the seams pressing gently against your wet folds.

“Fuck me…” He groaned, commanded almost. You stood up like you didn’t hear it, instead focusing on undoing his belt for him.

“You are free to move about the cabin, sir.” You purred through a cheeky little smirk, eyes on his lap tracing the shape of his hard on forming in his expensive dress pants. Quickly, his hands found your hips and his gaze met yours.

“Short flight today, doll… We better get to it.” His sensual raspy voice sent shivers down your spine and right to your cunt. Fischer didn’t wait for an answer he already knew you would say, right away he pulled you towards him so you straddled him and finally kissed him. Your tongue swirled together with his in a hot, wet mess. You moaned into his mouth and he devoured it. Big greedy hands squeezed both of your ass cheeks and you fed him another moan.

The taste of champagne, the smell of cologne, the feeling of his hands… Intoxicating as always. Capable of making your head reel and your body burn. Fischer bit your lower lip with a need impossible to hold back.

“I'm feeling a little hungry…” He whispered to the soft flesh of your lips, coaxing a smirk from you.

“Well, we can’t have that… Can we?… What would you like, sir?” You used that professional yet cutesy voice of yours that fed onto his fantasies, a game that kept him addicted and with his hands roaming up your thighs and pushing your skirt over your hips.

“I want you…  Bent over that seat… Ass out for me, kitten..” 

“Anything for you…” One of the things you liked the most about Fischer was just how direct he was. No bullshit, no guessing. When he wanted something, he said it. And, just like anything else in this world that was laid out for him to just take, you delivered. 

You traveled the small distance from his lap to the seat in front of him, knees on the cushion and chest against the backrest. Arching sensually, you poked your ass out, showing him everything he wanted.

A sexy glance back at him allowed you to see something not everybody would ever see. Robert Fischer, the billionaire heir of a powerful corporate empire kneeling in front of you like a peasant before his God, his beautiful face right in front of your ass. He moaned at the sight, sheer black fabric barely covering your bare pussy and asshole.

“Mmm, there she is…” He groaned in pure delight, a tentative thumb slowly pushed between your folds over the tights and rubbed you so tortuously slow. 

“Someone’s wet…” He cooed to you, your arousal dampening your tights and his fingertip too. “All for me...” He loved this, he needed this. You, in tights, nothing else beneath. The exact materialization of nearly every fantasy he had involving his fetish.

With reverence, he leaned in to kiss your pussy over the thin tights, his lungs filling with the mouthwatering scent. Nothing was enough for either of you, no matter the passage of time and the frequency of your encounters. Your heart still beat as hard as the first time, your cunt was just as wet. Robert still was just as starving.

With a loud cry, the intricate seams of your tights gave out to the force of Fischer’s hands, ripping open for him and granting him full undeniable access. A soft gasp escaped from your lips, both holes presented to him. 

“Mmm, that’s more like it…” He groaned hungrily.

With the shortness of the flight in mind, he dived in. You could only moan at the greedy feeling of his hot tongue parting your slippery folds and his firm hands spreading your asscheeks even farther, making a perfect burial site for his gorgeous face. His tongue worked you and slided in so needily, almost making out with your dripping cunt. Your inner whore came out in that instant, making the nastiest, prettiest sounds for him.

Humming in approval against the sensitive flesh, he devoured every inch of you,  nearly animalistic and completely starved. His tongue flicked skillfully in all the right ways, over and over, swallowing your arousal straight from its sweet source. Quickly, he lowered his head, going from your entrance and never breaking the licking path until his tongue was at your clit, swiping it and painting it with his spit before sucking on it with a calculated gentleness. You saw stars.

His needy tongue fucked your sweet little cunt more and more, to alternate, his plump lips sucked at your clit, harder and harder each time until the desperation for air pulled him back. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, sucking some air into his lungs. “Your cunt tastes like heaven... You know that?” With his voice husky, he returned to your beautiful flesh, making it impossible for you to even form a coherent sentence. Desperately, you moaned in response.

Back to you, he licked a few fat stripes from your needy clit all the way over to your ass, a hum of delight and pure addiction making your sensitive skin vibrate. Fischer was enamoured with your cunt, that was true, but your ass had him completely chained forever.

“Now, for my real treat… This perfect little asshole… I swear you’ve got the tightest, sweetest ass…” He praised it directly, prepared to show it just how sincere his words were. Flattening his tongue against your puckered hole, he sucked it a little, not wanting to overwhelm you just yet.

“Oh, fuck…” You breathed out in a whiny moan for him and his flicking, hardworking tongue that was making its way in.

“Open up for me, pretty girl…” And how could you not? He purred onto your skin and you moaned a sweet sound that he couldn’t get enough of. He was determined, his tongue licked your ass open, again and again, deeper and deeper, all for him to have a taste. 

Lost in the feeling, you reached back, finding the softness of his brown hair and gripping it gently. He moaned needily when his face was pushed against you harder, deeper in the sweetness of your ass. A complete utter heaven for him.

Aroused and lubricated, your ass relaxed, his tongue slided in a little deeper. In between fluttering eyelashes you could only see the color of the expensive plane seat leather your face was pressed upon, the only sounds your ears could perceive were the filthy smacks of his saliva as his swirling tongue rimmed you. He had taken you to the same heaven you had sent him to and all you could do now was whine loudly.

“So fucking good…” Three words and your supply of air was gone, he hummed in a satisfied response, not planning for a second to take his hungry tongue out of you to talk. Pulling back, he planted nice, wet kisses on your ass, then slipped back in, swirling all over your asshole and moaning. 

You had never let anyone eat your ass before, but now, after months of it, the desire had grown and rooted deep inside you, craving it just as much as he did. 

His talented tongue slipped inside you again, praises of how much he loved your taste and how tight and perfect your ass was overflowing his mouth. Incredible to think about, one of the richest men in the country and the most elegant bachelor billionaire had an obsession with you and your ass.

Tongue fucking you a bit more, he then stopped, finally puling away with a serious need for air in his burning lungs. Your gazes met from over your shoulder, your form shaky and well opened.

“If i keep eating that tasty ass, I’m gonna come in my fucking pants…” He confessed with a cheeky smirk, catching his breath.

“Let me finish you off with my mouth… Can’t let all that cum go to waste…” You purred so sensually, you could see the glint in his eyes forming. Right away, Fischer moved back to his seat and got rid of his expensive belt, his rock hard, aching cock pulled out from his pants and ready for you.

Carefully, you slided off your seat down to your hands and knees, crawling to him like the animal in heat you were, with those eyes that begged him to let you have a taste. His blue irises stayed glued to you through his motions of spitting in his hand and pumping himself slowly, not missing a single movement you made.

“You know what I love about you, doll?” He asked, watching you settle on your knees between his parted legs.

You looked up, hands on his thighs rubbing slowly and patiently waiting for your turn with his cock. He touched himself lazily, speaking again.

“You’re the perfect slut just for me…” He growled, blunt but very true. You were, and you loved every minute of it.

With his free hand, he reached up to grab your chin.

“Open up…” He purred, you obeyed, sticking your tongue out for his leaning form. Your eyelashes fluttered when a trickle of his warm spit fell on your tongue, you immediately swallowed gladly.

Smirking, Fischer sat back with his hands behind his head and his eyes looking from you to his twitching cock, shamelessly unsubtle. You scooted closer to him, leaning in and swirling your tongue over his tip, recreating the motions had just done to you ass. Salty precum filled your tastebuds and he sighed out in perfect relief.

Through your eyelashes, you caught a glimpse of the pleasure etched onto his refined features, his mouth hanging open and his chest rising and falling fast, his rosy lips wetted with a lick. Fischer’s head fell back onto the seat with a moan, your mouth welcomed him happily.

You bobbed your head on him, your tongue exploring the texture of the underside of his shaft.

“Fuuuck.” He groaned deeply, his hand coming to rest on the back of your hand, his fingers tangling in your hair. You sucked his cock masterfully, guided by him firmly but not forcefully.

You worked your way down to his cock, servicing him well, aware of his need of being pleased and your need to please. He loved it, every bit of your sinful warm mouth and your perfect throat that allowed him inch by inch. You didn’t notice when your nose started to tickle his well groomed pubes, or when his leaking tip was hitting the depths of your throat. A needy, spoiled groan came from him, urging you on.

Eventually, you pulled back, the tip becoming the target for your mouth and his eyes the target for your own. In a rather tender but still greedy motion, his hand brushed a strand of hair away from your face, loosened up somewhere along your service. No obstacle should block him away from seeing you taking him in.

“You look so pretty sucking my cock… You always look so fucking pretty.” He breathed out, lost in you already. If you hadn't been so busy blowing him, you would have smiled and blushed. But you had a mission to complete. By the looks of it, he was not lasting long, his breathing was ragged and his gaze was softened into two pools of begging blue. You pulled your mouth off him, allowing your hand to help you out with the shaft while your tongue took over his leaking slit.

Fischer moaned loudly through a little satisfied smirk. The tip of your warm tongue dragged from the head down his veiny shaft, taking you to his balls. With care, you sucked one into your mouth, causing his breath to hitch.

“Jesus Christ…” He groaned, no more cocky smirks. His eyelids hung heavy just like his jaw did, but even in this state he couldn’t stop watching you.

Your hand pumped him, your mouth sucked on his balls, switching from one to another when the time felt right. And right it was, you could have killed him.

“F-fuck… I’m not gonna last…” He nearly whined, with mercy and a loud wet pop, you let one of his balls out of your mouth, but your hand was still wrapped around his cock, rubbing it so thoroughly. 

“Come for me, baby…” You cooed, his vulnerability allowing this sweetness back. You smiled, adoring the noticeable fuss that took over his brain from your words and your actions. He was tip-toeing on the edge of an abyss and all you had to do was give him one last push.

He nodded after he managed to process everything fully, his lust-clouded mind not allowing for much more as his answer was just a set of little groans. Any moment now. 

You stuck your tongue out, your warmth looming over his sensitive tip as you jerked him off, your hand pumping faster and bringing his cock to you so you could tap it with your tongue.

And that’s what did it for billionaire heir Robert Fischer. His cock pulsed in your grasp, the ever so powerful man nothing but a mush of desire in the palm of your hand.

“Oh shit- fuck me- I’m coming…” He stuttered with a pounding heart, gripping the arm of the leather seat for dear life and flexing his thighs. Your hand moved faster and pulled his needed orgasm out of him.

A rope of hot cum landed on your tongue, your hand slowed around his twitching cock, milking him for all he has right onto your awaiting mouth. He watched in awe and need, embedding the feeling to his memory.

When he finished, you pulled back, sitting back on your heels and proudly showing him your cum covered mouth, swallowing it for his viewing pleasure. There was that million dollar grin again.

“That's my girl…” Through his husky voice, there was pride in it. You put his tired cock back into his briefs like it was another part of the in flight procedure.

“Anything for you…” You spoke sensually, winking at him before getting up on your knees. By this point, the routine was well practiced: you headed to the plane bathroom to change into a new pair of tights —which you kept in stock for obvious reasons—, fixed your uniform and hair in the mirror and resumed all the activities of a normal, non-fucked stewardess before you landed.

Fischer fixed himself too, zipping up his trousers and buckling his belt. After a few minutes the pilots made their expected announcement, you were close to the airport and had to prepare to land. You sauntered over to him, buckling his seatbelt on one last time with a playful wink before taking the seat across from him and strapping in.

Quiet again, you let the pilots do their thing. Your descent and land on the runway with him was never awkward. Just… Routinary. As the wheels touched down and the plane slowly rolled to a stop, you got up, gathering his belongings first then getting his coat out for him.

Then, you grabbed your bag, getting ready to head to your hotel for the week until you had to fly home again next saturday. Fischer got up, the expected envelope with cash in hand for your flight payment and extra perks.

You took in the beautiful blue of his eyes again as you accepted it, the gentle touch of his hand found your hip.

“Service was impeccable today, doll…” he started, making you smirk. Before you could thank him, a proposal left those rosy lips of his.

“Why don’t you come to mine and stay with me this week?” Your heart skipped a beat. “I've got a beautiful home in the mountains… More than enough room for the two of us… Better than any hotel…” his beautiful smile was on, his hand now caressed your cheek and fed the butterflies in your stomach.

Never, in the year you had been working for him, had he ever offered something like that. Flirtations with him and your physical relationship only existed while up in the air. But there was always something more, something that was meant to persist on the solid land.

“What do you say, doll?” Fischer cooed. “You and me… A relaxing vacation, a couple nice bottles of wine tonight? In my hot tub?” his hand still cupped your cheek. The look of his eyes was wishful, completely aware that something like that, somebody like you, was so unique he had to take the chance.

Inside, you argued with yourself. The idea tempted you but the fact that he was technically your boss tried to hold you back. He was only a handful years older than you, and yes, you had broken the ethical and traditional employer/employee relationship quite a long time ago... Before your mind could come up with more arguments, you went along with your heart.

“I��d love to…” You said back with no hesitation. 

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[bucksboobs]

i was told to come ask you, and i will repeat this part, please treat this ask with kindness because i feel so dumb, i don't really understand why people are saying not liking tommy is homophobic. i'm only on tumblr, and i follow a very select few ppl, but every criticism i've seen of tommy has been bc of his past actions (which does feel like a major overreaction bc clearly the characters moved past it) the writing and acting choices, or a combo based fully on the fact that he's not who they wanted to be with buck. i just haven't seen anything that says they are hating him specifically for being a gay man, and i was wondering if i was missing something. sorry if this wasn't a good place to ask this!

So it’s never as blatant as “we hate him for being a gay man” it’s the language used. Calling him creepy, or gross, or a predator, or a groomer, or poisonous, or insisting that he’s sexually harassing Buck when he’s literally just flirting. The way they misinterpret every scene to say that Tommy doesn’t ACTUALLY have feelings for Buck and that he’s just a pervert in it for the sex. The way they gleefully imagine killing him in the most violent ways possible for the sole reason that he is dating Buck. Saying any gay man that is like Tommy sucks. It all adds up to this overwhelming feeling for myself and other gay men that we are not welcome in this space.

And the idea that we as mlm aren’t welcome is bad, but what hurts the most? The fact that we are so quickly swept aside by the people doing it as irrelevant to the conversation. “It’s just a joke, lighten up!” “It’s no different than what Taylor Kelly went through but suddenly you care because he’s a man?” There was a person in my notes just the other day telling me fandom “isn’t primarily about men” so my experiences don’t matter.

What hurts even more is the passivity that many people in the fandom seem to have towards the rising tide of ridiculous nonsense leveled at Tommy as just “fandom shipping tradition” people I used to follow and admire as Buddie shippers turned out to not fucking care about how they and their friends were harming the gay men in their fandom, when it’s based on a m/m ship. I’ve said this many different ways but the fact that gay men are only relevant when we’re fictional (and only if the fictional ones behave correctly and do nothing remotely problematic) feels a lot like fetishization… but you can’t say that because these people take that as an attack on fandom as a whole and they close ranks and accuse you of being a spoilsport.

So the homophobia is in the reckless use of language that evokes homophobic tropes, yes, but it’s also in the way its allow to fester and it’s more unacceptable to many people to call it out than it is to do it in the first place. And THAT creates a hostile environment for gay men, which is homophobia.

[raptor-claw]

hello kings queens and in-betweens welcome to my ted talk on why dean being bi is hardly subtext (evidence from s1 - s7ep20)

dr sexy

cowboy fetish

siren turning into a man (evidence isn’t concrete as it was for a brotherly bond but thought i’d add it anyway)

“i know two things - bert and ernie are gay, and you’re not gonna die a virgin.” (not direct quote)

looks upon castiel like a starving dog salivating over a bone

never denied it when anyone said he and cas were dating/in love (see: meg saying cas was dean's boyfriend & balthy saying cas was in love with dean)

“cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that, i got laid” *winks* (not direct quote)

totally got jealous at cas kissing meg

turned suicidal when cas betrayed him

everything to do with castiel

whatever the fuck was him flirting with the security guard through charlie in 7x20

etc, etc, etc (so many instances of him being sus asf)

[chuckeroo777]

Laios got Eaten AU Chapters 53-85

Chapters 1-52 <- Be sure to read part 1. Falin being alive does cause some ripple effects which will continue in this part.

Welcome back! Today we continue where the anime cut off. We'll be going all the way to right before the final confrontation. (Mainly because I haven't figured out how to resolve that yet. I might do two versions, a good end, and a bad end.)

Let's get going! Massive spoiler warning for canon, if it wasn't obvious.

Chapter 53-54:

Same as canon.

Chapter 55:

Everything is mostly the same except Laios shows up instead of Falin. When escaping, Laios is much less gentle with Thistle.

Falin gets turned into a gnome by the giant changling. She is quite smitten by ogre Marcille, though she tries to hide it.

While Seshi and Chilchuck prepare the burgers, Falin assists with the ointment. With her healing expertise, it turns out even better, and she prevents Senshi from using it to cook.

Chapter 56:

Chilchuck has been noticeably grumpier than usual. Not only has Marcille been bugging him about his wife, but the tension between Marcille and Falin is really getting on his nerves. As before, he claims to have cheated to shut her up.

They spot the bicorn and Falin looks it up in the guide. They come up with the plan to be sinful.

When doing envy, Marcille can't help but be annoyed how Chilchuck has been giving her and Falin such judgemental looks, but then he goes and flirts with Senshi.

Without Laios, greed is a little tricky. Falin yoinks Ambrosia, and plays keep-away for a bit. She's giggling so much, she nearly forgets about the bicorn.

Then Lust gets brought up. Chilchuck and Izutsumi stare at Falin and Marcille, but before they can defend themselves, Senshi points out that it isn't lust when it's between two people who respect each other. Marcille then tentatively suggests that maybe Chilchuck's infidelity counts.

After Chilchuck gets attacked, Falin and Senshi rush into action. Falin can't body check it, but a mace to the face has the same effect. They manage to restrain it, then Senshi beheads it.

Falin is very impressed by Marcille's romantic acumen. Chilchuck is mostly left wondering why the romance expert is having such trouble admitting her feelings.

Chapter 57:

The dullahan is a type of ghost, so Falin has no trouble warding it off.

Much to Marcille's chagrin, Senshi decides to start with the head, since those parts don't preserve as well as the muscle.

Chapter 58-59:

When Senshi is discovered, it's Chilchuck who fills the party in about succubi. Unlike Laios, Falin doesn't rush off to grab milk, but she does start sweating profusely.

Thanks to there being three of them conscious in the room, they last a bit longer against the succubi, but when a succubus appears targeting Falin, things quickly break down.

Falin's succubus... is Marcille. But not merely Marcille. Due to a rather lonely childhood, Falin has a few fetishes she had been repressing. The succubus reflecting them for all to see. If she hadn't had her life force drained, she would probably have fainted from the shame and embarrassment.

Izutsumi saves the day, and everyone slowly recovers.

Marcille and Falin are mortified, and can barely even look at each other. Chilchuck finally reaches his breaking point and demands that the two of them talk about their feelings instead of continuing to bottle them up.

They end up having a heartwarming conversation where they confess their feelings. Marcille confesses that she always felt caring and protective of Falin, but the strangely fluctuating age gap made her way too uncomfortable to admit she was developing romantic feelings. But now that they are both adults, she wants to give this a try. Falin confesses that she always admired Marcille and wanted to get closer, but Marcille kept (unintentionally) rejecting her advances, so she just assumed she wasn't into her, which is why she stopped trying. Falin is so glad she was wrong. The two share a loving hug.

Chilchuck is happy for them to finally have these feelings out in the open, and they don't seem to be the sort that used to cause issues in his old groups. However, as the resident dad, he puts his foot down and insists that until this adventure is over, no sleeping together.

Speaking of sleeping together, that reminds Marcille of the dream she had while unconscious.

Chapter 60:

Marcille's dream with the Lion is similar to Laios', but with a few key differences.

Instead of appealing to Laios' care for the monsters and environment, the lion talks about how it IS the power of the dungeon. The power that the ancients discovered and misused. The very power that Marcille has desperately been looking for.

This is all very tempting for her, but she's still uncertain about becoming queen of the golden country, so the lion creates the hypothetical dream.

Marcille 'wakes' to find herself in bed with Falin. After changing out of their pajamas, they explore with the lion. Marcille's kingdom is a place where all the races are treated equally, with magic prolonging their lives to match hers.

She has also incorporated her ideas about a 'safe dungeon', expanding on the golden country's monster domestication to allow the harvesting of all sorts of useful things. Laios is in charge of this program.

Overall, it's all very nice and reasonable. As the audience, we know the lion will actually convince her to try and envelop the world, but for now the scope is realistic.

Marcille doesn't remember most of the dream, but relates that the lion is watching them through Falin's pearlipede. She talks a little about the 'safe dungeon' stuff, but keeps the whole age equalization thing close to her chest. And of course, beware the canaries.

Chapter 61:

Mostly the same, though Kabru's reaction to having to eat monsters is a little less severe. He hates it, but Falin and her group seemed sane enough. He isn't worried about going insane like Laios, he's just severely repulsed by it.

Kabru's nightmare is about the Laigon, stalking and hunting him down before eating him whole. Somehow, despite the massive changes, Kabru still manages to be disgusted yet intrigued about Laios.

Chapter 62:

The first half is identical, with Mithrun's story.

But when they start talking about Falin, that's when they get a bit confused. Despite Kabu's skill, he couldn't get a good read on Falin's desires. She is friendly and kind and thinks monsters are neat, but he's really unsure what would happen if she became lord of the dungeon. The only strong desire Kabru could identify was her unyielding determination to save her brother.

Mithrun begins to suspect that Falin isn't the one the demon is targeting, but unfortunately, Kabru doesn't know enough about the rest of the party to deduce who it could be.

Once the bell goes off, Kabru isn't worried about Falin, but with the demon involved, and so many unknown variables, he decides to go after them.

Chapter 63:

Falin's pearlipede leads them to Thistle's house, and they cautiously make their way in after shooting the bird.

The phoenix proves difficult, but Falin's flame wards buy them enough time to realize it's keeping its distance from the table with the bodies. They manage to weaponize Yaad and defeat and eat the bird.

Chapter 64-65:

Marcille wrenches open the book and they meet the lion. They begin thinking of a way to take down the Laigon.

Falin points out that if the Laigon is hanging out with Thistle, then it hasn't been sleeping or hunting, so her brother is probably really hungry. Senshi points out that flight is very energetically demanding too, and his mouth is real small.

They quickly get to work. The rest of this chapter and chapter 65 are skipped, since they still have plenty of bicorn meat. Notably, due to the Laigon being able to fly, they will arrive quicker, but the gang doesn't need to hunt, so it works out.

Chapter 66:

Between his panicking and self-harm, Thistle takes a bit longer to figure out what to do, since the Laigon doesn't comfort him like the Faligon did.

Chapter 67:

As they watch Thistle and the Laigon arrive, Falin is having second thoughts. Seeing him again is making her think about the plan to eat the dragon parts later. After all, isn't this exactly what Laios always wanted? But can he even survive on the surface like that? What if they save and restore him... and he's furious with her for ruining his dream.

The Laigon takes the bait and excitedly (and messily) devours the bicorn curry and rice. He then curls up and goes to sleep.

Unlike Laios, Falin doesn't consider that the chimera might have more than one brain. Tears in her eyes, she carefully approaches, and swings her mace-staff with all her might.

Falin breaks down crying. Marcille sees the results, and heals Laios' fractured head without reviving him. Now he's just sleeping. After a group hug to comfort her, Falin redoubles her determination, and they go to confront Thistle.

Chapter 68:

Identical, other than some slight name-drop changes.

Chapter 69:

Marcille has long term plans for being dungeon lord, but for now they plan to just use it to help Laios.

Falin isn't surprised to hear that Marcille is a half-elf. She suspected for a while. However, Thistle's callous taunting quickly pisses her off, and when he mentions the sterility, he nearly falls over as a stone spike erupts through the table and nearly impales him.

Infuriated, Thistle warps the room and unleashes the dragons.

The rest of the chapter plays out the same, with everyone getting separated. Falin escapes to the shelf, but everyone else gets got.

Chapter 70:

As the dragons begin fighting each other, Falin hides behind some bowls and starts chanting something while keeping an eye on Thistle.

Once he is distracted shouting orders at the dragons, she takes careful aim with her staff, and unleashes her spell, teleporting right behind Thistle, and disarming him. She may not be as burly as Laios, but Falin is a tough girl, and is easily able to overpower the elf twink.

Chapter 71:

She ties him up to her back and starts retrieving everyone's bodies.

Thistle cries fraud, and Falin explains that teleportation is actually a fairly recent invention. No wonder Thistle was terrified of Mithrun. This is the sort of magic not even the ancients were aware of.

Falin is still furious at Thistle, but decides to make a deal with him. He may choose. Either she kills him, and the party does as they please, or he may dispel the dragons and restore the room, and remain as their prisoner. If he does this, he has her word that they will do nothing to harm the people of the golden country.

Chapter 72:

Thistle, terrified what they may do to his people (An empty implied threat, but Thistle doesn't know that), reluctantly agrees. She lets him have his book just long enough to dispel his magic (Under threat that she'll teleport a rock into his head if he doesn't return it right away. Another empty threat), then she ties him up again, using proper rope, so he can't even move.

Falin revives the rest of the party. Marcille is very distraught that she died, and hugs Falin tightly. They are all very impressed that Falin managed to pull it off.

The lion is miffed that it can't feed on Thistle's desires while its current marks are watching. To make matters worse, Marcille is in no hurry to unseal the book, slamming it shut so she can rest after being revived.

Marcille and Falin talk about half-elves while Isutsumi and Chilchuck go grab drinks. Thistle continues to seethe.

Senshi prepares the tiny green dragon. He doesn't have the plant nectar, but it still turns out great. They feed some to the tied up Thistle. He reluctantly admits it's pretty good.

The gang take shifts over the night to watch the prisoner. As a curse of immortality person, Thistle doesn't need to sleep.

Chapter 73-74:

Marcille wakes up with a massive hangover. For a moment, she conflates a dream she had with last night, and panics that her first 'time' with Falin wasn't in her right mind.

Kabru arrives with the canaries. No one knows about Marcille's black magic, and Falin is pretty reasonable, so Kabru is optimistic about this meeting between them and the canaries.

Izutsumi and Marcille hide upstairs, Senshi prepares tea stuff, and Thistle sits in the corner, still seething.

Negotiations... go shockingly well! The canaries are impressed they were able to capture Thistle alive, and after a little questioning, it's clear Falin hasn't fallen under the dungeon's spell. They are a little grossed out by the bavarois, but most adventurers are a little weird.

When Falin mentions the lion, Kabru asks for permission to explain the danger. After all, the reason demon discussion is banned is to hide the existence of wish granting, and they already know about that part.

With Chilchuck and Kabru's help, Falin ends up coming to a very satisfactory deal with the elves. They will hand over Thistle and the books, on the condition that the canaries' forces provide all the assistance they can in preserving, transporting, and eating Laios. Falin is even able to cite the phoenix as evidence that this plan is viable.

Falin and Pattadol shake on it, and everyone is excited that the danger has passed.

Unfortunately, this premature happy ending is disrupted by something everyone forgot about.

Falin's pearlipede is privy to this entire conversation. And so is the lion. It manages to pop out of the unsealed half, and warns Marcille about the canaries, fueling her fear, and when Mithrun breaks into her room as the negotiations are being finalized, Marcille panics and unseals the lion.

Chapter 75:

Chaos erupts in the house as no one is quite sure what is going on. The canaries rush upstairs to help Mithrun, but they fail to stop Marcille before she declares her lordship.

The canaries are attacked by giant spiders while Marcille absconds. She vanishes before Falin or the others can see her. Falin's party heads upstairs to find Marcille, but only find dead spiders and wrapped up elves.

Chapter 76:

They help Lycion and Kabru carry everyone outside, including Thistle. Lycion fills Falin in on what happened upstairs and she is mortified. They leave Thistle with them, and head out into the remixed dungeon to try and find Marcille and talk her down.

Chapter 77-78:

Everyone receives word that Falin has taken down the lord of the dungeon.

When the chaos starts to unfold, Flamela receives an update from Lycion. Negotiations had been going well with Falin, but a member of her party went rogue, and is now the lord.

With Falin's party confirmed to be working to stop Marcille, the canaries do not attack them, instead focusing on finding Marcille.

Worried that the elves will kill Marcille, Namari, Toshiro, and the Orcs head out to try and find Marcille or Falin first.

Chapter 79-80:

Marcille has approximately 25% less longing in her eyes as she stares at Laios frozen in ice.

Not being in quite the same rush as canon, they don't accidentally fall in the water, instead running down the stairs.

They find the mushrooms and retrieve their stuff. The familiars are disconcerting, but at least they are ostensibly on their side.

They attempt to head in the direction the mushrooms were heading, but don't get far before hitting a dead end. As they try to figure out what to do, a massive flying snake pounces and gobbles them up.

The party panics as the long thin chamber begins to slowly fill with fluid. With the mouth clamped shut, they decide to run as far back as they can. Falin is pretty sure intestines don't have acid, right?

After a harrowing few minutes, they are pooped out in Marcille's front yard.

After reuniting and bathing, Falin tells Marcille about their deal with the canaries, and implores Marcille to reconsider.

Marcille refuses and reveals her dream. Falin doesn't laugh at her, but is concerned. She remembers how miserable the people of the golden country were. Surely the dungeon's power can only extend lives through that same curse.

Notably, due to not eating Thistle, the lion is still in its quadrupedal form. The lion does its best to convince Falin and the others, but after what Kabru told them about the demon, it rings pretty hollow.

Falin refuses to help the demon, not wanting Marcille to become another Thistle.

Marcille is upset, and decides she can make her dream come true by herself. She has the gang confined to the kitchen. She'll do it herself, and they'll see how lovely her dream is later.

Chapter 81:

Falin has no idea what kind of monster Donato is.

Operation Hometown Cuisine proceeds as normal, though Falin doesn't have the realization about Marcille's fears, since she didn't pry into her nightmare.

After failing her persuasion roll on Marcille, Falin gets fed up and grabs Donato's hand, then teleports the doppelganger out of the tree.

Chapter 82:

Identical.

Chapter 83:

Mostly the same. Kabru isn't a prisoner. While the canaries prepare to fight the monster army, they have Kabru escort Thistle to the entrance. Thistle is mostly just resigned at this point. He spots the golden country as part of the new patchwork dungeon, and notices it is off in the corner away from the action. At least Marcille isn't putting them in danger.

Kabru meets up with Toshiro, Namari, and the orcs.

Chapter 84:

Ofc Falin also comes up with the mushroom disguises. Toshiro isn't sure how to feel seeing Falin dressed as a big dumb shroom.

Falin frantically explains how she's pretty sure the lion had been grooming Marcille to be the lord the whole time. That's why she's so out of control.

Lycion explains that when things get this bad, the only solution is to kill the dungeon lord. Thistle calls bullshit. He lost the position without being killed. Lycion clarifies that as long as the demon supports them, there is no other solution.

So Falin proposes they deal with the demon itself.

Lycion shoots that down too. As everyone heads out to fight the monsters, Falin is left despondent.

At Marcille's behest, the lion possesses the pearlipede, engulfing her arm, and speaks to Falin. It tries to convince her to join Marcille. After all, don't they love each other? Chilchuck retorts that if you really love someone, both sides have to be willing to compromise.

The lion tries another tactic. It asks about their favorite foods. Falin's favorite food is ice cream, particularly a swirl of orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream. (If she had been given the chance, she would have discovered exorcism sorbet to be her favorite.)

Unlike Laios, who realizes the lion's weakness in this fight, Falin is just left feeling even more hopeless. But ultimately, she decides to head for Marcille, not knowing what else to do.

Chapter 85:

Falin is quite delighted to see Laios, and is sure it means Marcille isn't too far gone.

Things proceed mostly the same, except Falin again poofs the doppelgangers away. As the party keeps climbing towards Marcille, Falin throws out the armor piercing questions. If Marcille is so callous to create fake versions of her parents, why not just create fake versions of her friends that agree with her dream.

Because a fake isn't the real thing. And what Falin wants is Marcille. The real Marcille.

Marcille starts to break down, admitting that the whole reason she's doing this is because she can't stand the thought of losing Falin and the rest of her friends.

Falin gently embraces Marcille, and explains. If Marcille spends all her time worrying about when their time together will end, then they won't get to enjoy the time they do have together. As they look deep into each other's eyes, Marcille's eyes swimming with tears, she leans forward and-

Senshi ruins the moment by explaining that they already know how to live longer healthier lives. A BALANCED DIET! A HEALTHY CIRCADIAN RHYTHM! AND MODERATE EXERCISE.

The moment is ruined, but it's okay. Marcille clings to Falin as she can't help but laugh as she sobs. Falin smiles and gently rubs Marcille's back. Everything finally feels like it's going to be okay.

Right?

Chapter 86-Finale

[axelsagewrites]

Sage, my dear! I was reading your Daemon fic's and they are just perfect!😘🤌🏽 (especially the ones with poc!fem reader, there are so few stories where the reader is poc/non-white in this fandom… And it's great to find this kind of representation, and yours are so well written!!!) That said, could I get a shameless smut Daemon x poc!fem focused on his rings, as if reader is very attracted to his hands and rings and even fantasizes about him fingering her and he notices and gives her what she wants please?

Daemon Targaryen*Rings

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Word count 2540

Warnings: flirting, teasing, hand fetish, rings, fingering, orgasm, nipple play, biting, smut 18+

Translations Zaldrīzesītsos – little dragon Ñuha qēlos – my star

a/n: first of all thank u annon ur so sweet <3 but also it should not be this hard to find poc ppl for my post headers smh i use pintrest but any other suggestions are appreciated

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It felt like the small council meetings drew on longer and longer as the months moved by. Sure, the wine was nice but that was only because you had it imported from Essos yourself. Most of the issues these men babbled about were of little concern to you anyhow as you were only here to represent your families across the seas while these men whined about taxes and castles. The only pleasure you got from these meetings was catching your Daemon’s eye across the table.

In all your time in Westeros he was the only one you could stand, and you supposed it helped that he was the one you were betrothed too. The arrangement had only been settled last week and you smiled when you noticed the dragon ring wrapped around his ring finger, a gift you had had carved from Valyrian steel when your engagement was struck.

Your mind began to wander further as the men droned on about something they would never decide upon anyhow. While usually you would stare into the stars instead your eyes were focused on Daemons hands. How they lazily lifted the wine to his sweet lips, how his fingers trailed over the curve of the glass in his boredom, or how whenever he grew frustrated, he clenched them into a fist so tight you wondered if his nails cut his palms.

Some may worry about a dragon being violent or unpredictable, but you were far too distracted by how you could use their fire to good use. Daemon had recently begun to deck his fingers out in fine silvers and stones with multiple rings on each hand. When he learned any man of importance in Essos wore a ring on each finger, he slowly began to adopt the practise. Three on one hand, two on the other. Soon he’d have quite the collection, not that you were complaining.

You wondered what it would feel like if he would leave the rings on. How the cool metal would sting your skin when he grabbed your hips like he so loved to do. Or even how it would feel when his fingers slipped inside of you, bringing you to the edge with only one hand. It was almost a challenge to Daemon; learning what to do to make you turn to water in front of him. It was a welcomed challenged to you.

“my lady!” A sharp voice shocked you from your thoughts, your head snapping up with a bewildered expression you tried to cover but you knew you had failed from the way Daemon smirked holding back his laugh, “are there any foreign affairs this week we should be concerned about?” Otto Hightower asked with a pointed look.

“no, my lord,” you said with a tight-lipped smile. The man was slimy since the day you first were forced to make his acquaintance. “Essos manages to run itself quite well, no issues on our side,” you said as you sipped your wine before adding, “though I think the crowns payment for their latest shipments of silks from the east is still pending but im sure you had that covered my lord,”

Otto did his best to cover his sneer as he nodded his head, “of course my lady. I’ll even see to it myself,” he said, his eyes not wavering from your gaze leaving you both in a stalemate.

An awkward clap from the king himself broke ottos gaze. Ha, you thought, bet you there Hightower. “well, that’s everything for today then. Thank you all for your sage advice and council but you are all dismissed for now. Lord Hightower a moment please?” The king said, barely managing to stand on his own as everyone began to filter out the room.

You had always made sure to sit at the chair farthest from the king so your exit would be the quickest, but it did not stop Daemon from catching up to you as you reached the stairs. “my lady,” Daemon said, and you didn’t even have to look up to see the smirk on his face. “are you quite alright? You seemed distracted today?”

“my mind had elsewhere to be my lord but do not fret,” you said, matching his tone as you took his arm to walk down the stairs, “your future wife is not gone with the fairies quite yet,” Daemon chuckled at the way you had began to pick up the Westerosi phrases the longer you were at court but with no more evidence he could not protest the issue any longer.

When dinner rolled around Daemon had invited you to join his supper in his chambers with three of his highest-ranking gold cloaks. Something about ensuring you had friends in high up places who were good with their swords as Daemon had put it. You tried to join in with the conversation, but your mind constantly wandered, your eyes flickering back to your betrothed, his hands specifically that was.

It was a fascination you did not know you had until the council meeting earlier but now you were fascinated with each movement and each ring. “careful my lord your lady wife looks like she’s readying to rob you of your rings,” one of the men’s jokes snapped your attention back to them.

All the men chuckled, and you did your best to force one out, “that’d be rather pointless,” Daemon chuckled, flexing his fingers to show off his rings. Gods that were not helping the arousal growing in your stomach. “most of them were gifts from her, weren’t they ñuha qēlos?” Daemon said, his eyes flickering back to you.

It was like the wind knocked out your lungs for a moment as you stared into those lilac eyes, “yes,” you eventually managed to stutter out, ignoring the curious look from Daemon however luckily the rest of the men had drunk so much wine they hadn’t the faintest clue this was out of the ordinary for you.

“perhaps we should call it a night,” Daemon said after a moment, standing from his chair, “before you drink me out of house and home,” he laughed as he helped the men to their feet. You did your best not to embarrass yourself again as the men dismissed themselves, bowing goodbye to you in a way you would never get used to.

When Daemon finally shut the door, you turned to begin gathering the plates into a stack, ignoring how Daemons eyes were fixed onto you. “you were rather quiet tonight ñuha qēlos,” he said, leaning against the door with his arms folded over his chest, “something the matter?”

“no,” you said glancing back at him with a fake smile, “just tired from a long day,”

“tired?” Daemon questioned, not moving from the door. You looked back ready to lie again when you noticed him playing with his rings. Your movements paused, your eyes locking onto the way he twisted the ring around his finger. When you saw Daemon looked up you quickly turned your eyes. “you don’t look tired,” he mused as he pushed himself off the door, lazily sauntering to your side as you tried to keep yourself busy.

“how kind of you my lord,” you rolled your eyes, trying to put your walls up when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. “my lord- “

“we have servants to clean,” Daemon cut you off, pulling you to face him, your body just inches from his. You tried to think of something to say but you couldn’t as you felt his rings press into your wrist, wondering how they’d feel in other places. There was something about the way Daemon gazed down at you, his eyes unmoving that made your words stick in your throat, “if I didn’t know any better,” Daemon said as his free hand moved to hold your chin up, his lips now so close but so far away, “I’d say you were hiding something from me,”

“what would I have to hide my lord?” You said but now your voice could barely go above a whisper.

Daemon stepped in closer, his body now flush against yours, “I’ve never seen you so quiet. Tell me zaldrīzesītsos,” he mused, leaning down till his lips brushed against your ear, “what has been on that pretty little mind all day?” He whispered, before gently kissing your ear.

“nothing,” you said but you could not hide the shakiness in your voice.

Daemons hands moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his chest, “you can tell me ñuha qēlos. After all who am I to judge for what the heart wants,” he said, moving to look you in the eyes once more, “I only wish to help you, my lady. After all it is a husband’s duty to keep his wife pleased,” Daemon said before kissing the hollow of your throat, his head moving to rest on your shoulder.

“there is something,” you said after a few moments making Daemons head perk up. “its not important,” you tried to brush it off, but Daemon began to shush you.

His hands moved to cup your face, the rings metal feeling cool against your skin, “all your wants are important to me,” he said, his lips brushing against yours, “now tell me. What is it you want?”

“you,” you whispered as your hands moved to hold his wrists, “your hands, your fingers. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” you said, moving your head slightly to kiss the palm of his hand.

Daemon kept one hand on your face, the other moving to rest on your hip, “that’s all you had to say,” he said before you felt his lips crash onto yours. You couldn’t help but melt into the kiss, your body desperate from your mind’s thoughts all day. Daemon gripped your hip tightly, his other hand moving to the back of your neck so you couldn’t escape but you had no plans of that.

Daemon began to pull at your skirts, desperate to feel your skin on his. Your hands moved to the ties of your dress, making quick work of the fittings till you felt your clothes loosen. Daemon quickly pushed the dress down your shoulders, not caring as it hit the floor and got crumpled beneath his feet. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing it harshly making you gasp into the kiss as you felt the cold metal digging in.

You began to tug on his shirt and Daemon wasted no time in breaking the kiss to pull of his own clothes. You moved back, sitting on the table as you watched him undress till, he was bare in front of you. Your hands roamed his chest as he finally pulled himself free of his trousers. As Daemon went to reach for his hands to pull his rings off your hand shot out to grab his wrist. Daemon looked at you, his eyebrow raised in confusion, “leave them on,” you said, kissing his shoulder as your hand moved to hold his. “I like the rings,” you said as you traced the precious metals.

Daemon chuckled as he stepped closer, his hands moving to grab your hips, “good to know,” he hummed, his head dipping to capture your lips again.

He squeezed the flesh of your hips, the rings digging in making you moan into the kiss. Deciding to test the waters Daemon placed a soft spank on your ass, loving the way you gasped when the cool metal bit your flesh. After a few moments of enjoying himself and your noises Daemon turned his attention to you.

Your breathing caught as you felt on of his hands trail over the tops of your thigh, inching closer and closer to your wetness where you craved his touch. You whined when you felt him swipe a finger up your folds and heard him chuckle at your noises. “someone’s eager,” he said, his lips moving from yours to your jaw, kissing down your neck as he teased his fingers around your hole.

“please,” you whined as Daemon bit down on your collarbone, “I need you,” you whined as he pushed two fingers in, feeling the way he was already stretching you out. Daemon began to leave dark purple hickeys on your chest, knowing exactly where to leave them to avoid being caught. As Daemon began to curl his fingers you gasped when you felt his rings, loving the way the cool feeling against your wet skin.

“so desperate,” Daemon muttered, kissing down your chest, “so perfect,” he mumbled as he kissed around your nipple making it harden. Daemon chuckled as he saw your body’s reaction before taking in his mouth, sucking on it gently at first.

Your hand moved to his hair, tugging on his silver strands as you felt a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Daemons spare hand moved to your free breast, squeezing it harshly making his rings press into the soft skin and making you moan again. “such pretty noises,” Daemon said, releasing your nipple for only a moment before he began sucking on it harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.

You gasped as Daemon softly bit your nipple. You squirmed as Daemon moved his hand, repositioning it so his thumb could rub soft circles into your aching clit. “Daemon,” you whined as you felt yourself get closer with each pump of his fingers.

“look at you,” Daemon said before biting your chest making you gasp and your hips buck, “do you like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asked, his lips ghosting over your skin.

“yes,” you whined, desperate for his lips against you again.

“you wanna come undone on my fingers, don’t you?” He said, nipping at your skin, his fingers curling to find an all too familiar spot making your body jerk.

You could feel your orgasm approaching, threatening to spill when he gave the command, “yes,” you moaned, not caring how loud it was as your fingers grasped his hair. “please,” you whined as Daemon kissed your neck. “I can’t wait anymore,”

Daemon moved his lips to hover against your ear, his breath fanning your neck, “then don’t,” Daemon whispered, biting your earlobe again, “I wanna see you fall apart on my fingers,” he said, his curling precise and his lips sucking harshly on your neck. You couldn’t hold back anymore, your legs twitching with each curl of his fingers and rub of your clit before your orgasm crashed through your body, your hands clutching onto Daemon as you rode it out not caring how loud you may be.

As you came down from your high, your legs feeling like mush and your body sweaty, you fell into Daemons chest. Daemon stroked your back, kissing your forehead gently. “so, you like the rings then?” He said, a smirk in his voice.

You looked up, laughing slightly as you regained your strength, “I guess you could say that”

Daemon lifted your chin with a finger, kissing your lips softly, “I’ll have to buy some more then,” he said before pulling you to stand from the table, his arms wrapping around your waist, “but im not done with you yet zaldrīzesītsos,”

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[tellmeallaboutit]

Ok I’m in my 4th play through and it’s the first time Rugan hasn’t been doomed to die right away. I’m starting to see the appeal. What is it about him in particular that you like so much? He seems quite different from Raphael, though both are charming.

I thought very hard about it back then! The interesting thing is that I perceive both as traditionally (hyper)masculine, and I have a fetish for that sort of a thing. But otherwise:

1) older men

2) both flirt aggressively and have instant pent names for the player (mouse / lass)

3) shady background (Devil / criminal)

4) both start with R

5) both involved in sadomasochistic-coded scenarios (Rugan is tied to a chair and crying / screaming, Raphael is self-explanatory)

Thank you for the ask and welcome back! Please check out my Rugan smut recs — real gems out there, one of the best in fandom.

[cyrusbarks]

Iᑎ丅ᖇᗝ ᑭᗝᔕ丅

Hello and welcome to my dog-blog!

my name is Cyrus, I'm eighteen!

my theriotype is a Gray Fox but I am a transspecies gray fox. My pronouns are bark/barks, it/its, or he/him

I'm happily taken by my lovely mate and handler so please don't flirt with me.

I love Dostoevksy and Camus, quadrobics, archery, hunting, fishing, playing fetch, learning languages and so much more! if you're also interested in these things don't be afraid to reach out/ask to be friends!!!!

How to interact with me!

treat me like the fox that I am, send me asks or request moodboards, outfit ideas, and any asks relating to therianthropy advice or other therian stuff.

DO NOT INTERACT IF:

anti-transspecies, anti-therian, anti-kin, homophobic, bigoted in any way, "politically incorrect", fetishize my therianthropy and nonhuman experiences in any way that I don't verbally consent to, transabled, transrace, transdisorder, pro-endo, pro-contact paraphiles, proshippers, comshippers, profantasy, etc.

I BLOCK FREELY

[lurkofyourlife]

Maybe I'll decide on an alter ego some day, but for now just call me what you like, but do try to be civil (unless we're flirting. you can be mean if we're flirting.) (Re:nicknames, you can't go wrong with puppy or brat, or... other things, in the right context.)

Born in the 90s, female, with a fascination with kink and smut— entirely in theory. [Not inexperienced offline, simply not interested in offline experiences.] I am queer and non-monogamous, and a total nerd, and the way to my heart or loins is through tags/comments on my posts, and asks.

No terfs, swerfs, or ace exclusionists allowed, and keep all misogyny to the fantasy kind, mhm? Irl feminist and I do tend to block bigots on sight.

DMs are open for now, until someone makes me change my mind (not a challenge, but a warning). No age in bio means you will get blocked. Bots will get blocked. Happy to chat and flirt, but don't go sending pics unless I'm asking (I'm not currently asking).

MINORS ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. 18+ only, please and thanks.

Anons are open and if you want help starting, try my ask game tag!

This is a secondary blog for me. My primary is a mess of fandom and silly things, writing, plenty of memes. I promise I'm actually shockingly well-balanced and well-adjusted (and witty, and lighthearted and/or insightful— and, of course, modest); this is just my place to be as fucked up and kinked as my little heart desires. 🩷 But hey: I'm using a separate browser for this one, folks. So I can like and follow and lurk to my heart's content, here. Or maybe I'm watching you from a random tab on my main browser. I do like to peruse...

I will always tag my content; I'm paranoid that way.

Kinks include: various varietals of bdsm at different degrees (generally a bottom, a brat, a bit of a masochist, and I just love exploring power play), knife play (so very unfortunately attracted to knives), intox, cnc, somno, mind games, object insertion, breeding kink (w/o the pregnancy bit lmao), a bit of blood play or light petplay, praise and degradation each in their own way, shame play, and plenty of other things I've been curious about or find hot in the right scenario. I may dabble in pseudoincest if the mood strikes me; it'll be tagged inc3$t and fauxc3st so you can block as needed. My yes fluids are tears, spit/drool, cum, and blood. I may occasionally talk torture (especially psychological). I'm generally pro-monsterfucking, though prefer humanoid monsters (or outright monstrous humans).

Hard nos: You may call yourself daddy/mommy, but I do not like that word. I don't mind a sir, ma'am, miss, etc, but daddy/mommy is a hard no for me. I don't mind ddlg vibes, I simply don't like the name. Never gonna judge you for it, though, so do what makes you happy. Hypnotism is a no from me. Same with bimbofication. If you want me stupid, just fuck me dumb or exhaust me in a basement with no sleep. Large age gaps (over 10-15 years or so) are a hard no. Even my pseudoincest leans 'what are you doing step bro' opposed to 'icky uncle'. It's a squick I won't be getting over any time soon. Not big on filth fetishes (sorry, no scat, piss, emeto stuff, etc). As much as I love knives, and don't mind a bit of torture, I avoid all-the-way-through, woundfucking, and vore. Also I just don't like bugs. 🥺

{no images are me. forever faceless on the internet 🩷}

Internet gf: @sexistentialprincess 🩷🩷🩷

Other reserved tags: 💀, ⛓️, 🫀

If you're looking for specific content, use the color coding in the kink section! Links below for pink tags, red tags, green tags, etc. ^^ All my original posts are tagged #|urkofyour|ife

[lycanlurker]

Welcome to my otherkin blog.

my name is Hunter but you can call me Lycan/Fang and im a POC therian.I use He/It/That pronouns but I don't mind people using They/Them. I am a minor so I ask that ALL NSFW/Kink blogs DNI even if you don't post pictures. People of all ages can interact but please use your common sense.

MORE ABOUT ME!! I am a polytherian with a total of 9 Theriotypes but i will mainly post about my most active theriotypes (Timber wolf, coywolf, and Canadian Lynx) but I will occasionally mention/post the other 6. I'm a huge horror fan especially Texas chainsaw massacre! I also like AOT,Sally face, TMNT, and I'm a huge slime rancher lover!

IMPORTANT.

I have Autism,ADHD, and HPD. I don't like talking about my mental health publicly but because of the way these disorders are, it is important to me that you are aware of them before interacting with me.

Boundaries + DNI

Do not flirt with me ESPECIALLY if you are 17+. As stated before NSFW/Kink/Fetish blogs are not allowed to interact with me use your SFW account. Tonetags are greatly appreciated!! Terfs, MAPS/Zoos and their supporters are NOT allowed on my blog.

Heavily inspired by @taxidermycanine 's Intro.

[slxxty-puppubus]

   ⟡𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖚𝖇𝖚𝖘 ⟡  

     𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔐𝔢

This blog is 18+ Ageless Accounts/Minors DNI

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Hey, you can call me Pup, Puppy, Puppubus, or Crow.

⟡ 23 yrs old (07/18/2001) 

⟡ Transmasc + GNC (On T and post op top surgery)

⟡ He/Him/They/Them (I’m a pretty boy so don’t hold back on compliments)

⟡ Single, Poly(?), Queer (Not looking for anything serious I like being a slut too much)

⟡ Autistic + ADHD + Chronically Ill (ME/CFS)

⟡ Timezone is EDT, speak English only

⟡ I like Drawing,Oddities,Gothic/Alternative Fashion,D&D,Video Games,Animals,Movies,Anime,Music of various genres,Psychology.

⟡ my dm’s are open just don’t be a creep (both chat and rp are welcome, I am a little shy at first so please be patient) will do my best to respond in an adequate time frame. (must be 21 or older to flirt or ask for pictures)

⟡ My ask box is also always open, please don’t hesitate to ask questions, be flirty with me, or tell me the things you'd like to do to me either anonymously or publicly, I enjoy the attention and will do my best to respond in an adequate time frame.

⟡ Asking for photos is ok, but I hold the right to refuse, also i may offer them for payment (nothing expensive just like $10 for a set)

⟡ Bluesky for uncensored photos, videos, etc.

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          NSFW 

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 Titles + Roles

⟡ I am a switch heavily leaning submissive as of late, I prefer to bottom or power bottom, but I will occasionally top/dom.

Submissive

⟡ Pup/Puppy/Mutt/Dog/Dumb Puppy/Pup/Dirty pup/puppy/ Fuck puppy/Omega, needy pup

⟡ Toy, Doll, Puppet, Boy, Hole, Needy boy 

⟡ Slut, Whore, Bitch, Cumslut, Butt slut/anal slut, breeding bitch,  

⟡ Pretty boy, Angel, Sweet boy, Darling pup, sweet pup, prince

⟡ *Refer to my bits however though know I enjoy my clit to be called a t-dick or tiny cock more, however clit, hole, cunt, pussy, boy pussy, vulva, puppy cunt, puppy pussy, or puppy parts all work*

Dominant 

⟡Sir, Master, Wolf, King,

⟡ *Refer to my bits however though know I enjoy my clit to be called a t-dick or tiny cock more, however clit, hole, cunt, pussy, vulva all work*

Kinks/Fetishes

⟡Pupplay (Obviously)

⟡Praise + Degradation + Humiliation

⟡Masochism/Sadism

⟡Exhibitionism (Being watched, showing off, knowing people are getting off to me)

⟡Discreet public play

⟡Bondage (All kinds)

⟡Impact play (All kinds of spanking, flogging, caning, riding crops, whips, etc.)

⟡Anal play

⟡Breath play (Light)

⟡Bloodplay/Knifeplay (Light)

⟡Marking (Biting, Bruises, Scratches, etc)

⟡Breeding/Creampies/Cumplay

⟡Edging/Orgasm control/denial/Overstim

⟡CNC

⟡Somno

⟡Free use

⟡Gangbang/Group sex

⟡Primal/Prey

⟡Monster Fucking

⟡Jerk off Instructions

⟡Collaring/Muzzling/Leashes/Gags

⟡Giving head, swallowing, facials, deep throating

⟡Size Difference

⟡Teasing 

⟡Omorashi/Bladder control/Wetting (Watersports to an extent)

⟡Crossdressing (Mostly just like wearing fem stuff despite being transmasc)

⟡Lingerie, thigh highs, garters

⟡Clothed sex

⟡Leather/Latex/PVC

⟡Furry/Murrsuiting

⟡Fisting

⟡Cunt slaps/spanks

⟡Fantasy dildos (Knotted, tentacles, weird and wonderful)

⟡Phone sex/Sexting

⟡Hair pulling

⟡Voice kink 

*Honestly open to trying anything once, that isn’t a hard limit*

DNI/Hard Limits

⟡Under 18 (Age in bio/pin or block) 

⟡Pedo/Map/anything with minors

⟡Incest/zoo/necro - crimes etc

⟡Detrans/misgendering/terf etc

⟡Racist/sexist/anti LGBTQ+ of any kind

⟡ Trump Supporters

⟡Emetophilia, Scat, 

⟡Detrans/Misgendering/fake trans, 

⟡fauxcest, r*peplay

⟡Anything with feeding, food, and weight gain

⟡Impregnation (Ew), Needles, Ageplay

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This blog is 18+ Ageless Accounts/Minors DNI

[lostamongthestarz]

Could you make John Seed x FTM!Reader? :333

I know what you are /j /lh enjoy your head-canons for your man here's a GIF as a gift

John seed x trans male Reader head canons warnings: none Divider credits: @/cafekitsune ❗❗FEM READERS, SHE/HER + SHE/THEY - DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN/ENBY FREINDS❗❗

John likes you the moment he lays his eyes on you, calm-collated (everything he pretends to be). He doesn't wait long to introduce himself; He intends to charm the hell out of you.

make no mistake - if someone looked at you wrong John is already plotting murder, if you think John taking someone out because they looked at him wrong you better believe that mindset doesn't change when it comes to you.

I hope you like pet names because John calls you every pet name under the sun. He'd tone it down around others but when you two are alone?

darling, sweetheart, my darling, my sweet, handsome, etc.

I hope you like the color blue because you and John match outfits and his favorite shade is dark blue. It's his color as he puts it, and she should get to share it with his darling.

play with this man's hair after a rough day and he melts in your lap, he takes good care of his hair and uses fancy products. John seems like the type of guy to use fancy cologne.

John keeps you away from Joseph at all times and the cult "activities", He doesn't trust you around Joseph and would rather have you around Faith or Jacob. which only happens very rarely.

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Going back to the fact that John would kill for you - this applies to the fact if someone was transphobic, Edan's gate is a "welcoming" community but the people outside are iffy. you can bet your ass if John found out some jackass said some shit they go missing within an hour

He can't let people believe that they can get away with insulting his darling, what kind of man would that make him?

Always makes sure you're comfortable, whether your pre-top surgery or Post. he always wants you to feel okay and comfortable talking about whatever (we know this man never shuts up) which moves me to my next point.

John never shuts up about you - between the "say yes" stuff and you people don't know what he talks about more. He! loves! you! a lot!

PDA king in private, face kisses are his absolute favorite thing to greet you with when he walks through the door, have fun doing anything without him because the second he's back in your arms he doesn't plan on doing anything else.

If you two were to get a pet it'd most likely be a cat, although John seems like a guy to defend the hairless cats. black cats would be second that he would defend with his life.

The cat would also get fancy clothes for pets.

I can see him flirting/charming you and doing it back and it makes him smile a lot - a big bright smile.

tell him he has pretty eyes, and he gets so giddy, LOOK at that man. someone buy him brown contacts I'm shaking /ref /j

enjoy your headcanons - I hope these are good <3 Requests open ! 💌 My inbox is open <3

[princescribbler]

MORE (hopefully obvious and well known) REMINDERS FOR ABDLs AND CG/L DYNAMICS AND RELATIONSHIPS

For some people, roleplay is important. For some, BDSM and power exchange dynamics are important. For some people, both or neither are important. They all get to be included in the community, and YOUR expectations of a good dynamic isn't welcome in anyone else's relationship(s).

Diapers aren't the entire fetish: explore your interests and see if there are related communities that tickle your proverbial pickle. You might just be pleasantly surprised!

Lots of people into ABDL can't stand ageplay, and really dislike it even among abdls. That's ok! Everybody can decide what is it or isn't for them!

Lots of people into ABDL live for ageplay or age regression play. ALSO ok! As above: Everybody can decide what is it or isn't for them!

Your vanilla friends don't need to know your fetish interests any more than they need to know your sex fantasies... you can stay civil without having to live 24/7 focused on kink!

You don't need a caregiver/dom/domme/ owner to be into this kink. You can, in fact, enjoy it alone or with partners, and both are ok.

Diapers are just another type of underwear, and shouldn't be used as an excuse to expose people to kink.

99% of people who see an adult diaper think "incontinence" over "fetishist" so don't panic so much if you think people know your terrible 'secret(s)'.

Someone being a "sub" or "little" doesn't make them less of an adult who needs to give informed and considered consent. Even if you just think you're 'flirting' you need to respect them as real adult people with complex feelings and needs.

Diapers are kind of a weird kink to a lot of people, but the reality is that there's a lot of weird kinks out there, and as long as you aren't hurting anyone and are being safe, sane, and consenting you're probably fine!

Sexism, racism, or any kind of prejudice doesn't fucking belong in this community. We owe each other the right to enjoy what we like how we like it, without judgment or prejudice. When you encounter prejudice, educate them or avoid them, but try to never stay silent, that only helps the baddies!

Scammers are common and prey upon ignorance and shame. When you smell something fishy, protect yourself and protect others by alerting any available authorities to bad behavior, abuse, or manipulation, even if it's just a scammer online.

Nobody really gives a fuck about your underwear outside of a small small number of people. You can enjoy diapers privately if that's what you need! You don't need to make it a huge deal in your head!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ The Lost Boys - Masterlist ~

Poly! Lost Boys

°Become one of us ->fem reader, darker, the boys having their fun

°Pigeon Fathers -> fem reader, fluff

°What kinks/fetishes would they have?

°Broken promise ->fem reader, hurt/angst, fluff, smutish, tw character death, emotional

°It's not your fault ->fem reader, hurt/angst, tiny comfort, death

°Broadway, Bands and Singing->fem reader, fluff

°Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny angst

°Apologetic fight->male reader, hurt/comfort, angst

°The sunny night at the Hospital->fem reader, (sequel to Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital), hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

°The true feeling->gn reader, fluff, comfort

°The Lost Boys ~ Yandere Headcanon

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Part.1 ->Submissive Lost Boys series

°Frozen blood is better than ice cream->fem reader, fluff, comfort

°Romantic Szenarios->fem reader, no use of Y/n, fluff

°Halloween costumes - Headcanon->fluff, mention of smutish activities

°We are here for you->male reader, angst, eating disorder/self-harm, hurt/comfort

°Don't cry little bat->Lost Boys x kid reader (platonic)

°Our hearts hold you little bat->fem reader, fluff, comfrot, flirting

°Two creatures in one city->male reader, fluff, blood, flirting

°The meeting of the four revenant ->fem!reader, blood, some comfort

°Silent evening->Lucy as a badass mother, gun use

°Immortal love in four hearts -> Medievial au, mini series, smut

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David

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ David ~ Part.5->fem reader, smut, sub/dom, fire play, hunter/prey

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Dwayne

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Dwayne ~ Part.3->fem reader, smut, oral sex, body whorshipping, sub!dwayne/dom!reader

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Paul

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Paul ~ Part.2 ->dom!fem reader, smut, teasing, mommy kink, praise kink

°Your smile - Paul x male!reader ->self harm , hurt/comfort, kissing

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Marko

°Fluff Alphabet

°Feelings at night or ?->gn reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Marko ~ Part.4->dom!fem reader, smut, blood kink, knife play

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Michael

°Fluff Alphabet

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[lanymme]

Hi! : ) If fic requests are still open, can I ask for some HakuRin? Perhaps them being gay idiots while the student council are getting a little tired of their oblivious flirting?

It would be my pleasure! I love these two.

Can you believe they gave extraverse Rin such an interesting fetish and then never did anything with it?? Criminal.

--

Hakuno Kishinami gazes warily down the steps leading out of Elizabeth’s labyrinth and into the final floors before the core.

“… It’s almost showtime. Are you stocked up on healing items? If you don’t have enough, head back and stock up at the Commissary. The jamming is up, but if Meltryllis is waiting for us, you’ll end up fighting. Healing is fundamental; the most powerful strategy."

As always, Rin is right. Hakuno may not remember everything, but she knows she has always been relying on this girl to help her through difficult situations, even before they all formed the student council.

Ignoring Gilgamesh’s insensitive comments, she has to agree with him that, one way or another, her friend is one competent woman. She’s glad they’re on the same side.

She makes her way over to the gateway leading back to the school grounds, and leaves Elizabeth’s labyrinth behind. Vertigo comes over her as she enters that brief white void, and her senses fade back into attunement in the familiar student grounds. As always, the relief from the strange pressure of the labyrinth, so far under the dark waters of the Lunar Sea, is welcome.

Gilgamesh draws up next to her, armor clinking, and makes a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Go. Make your preparations. I have matters to attend to. Don’t keep me waiting.”

In a scatter of blue particles, he disappears, leaving Hakuno alone in the schoolyard. Waving to the contemplative NPC who always sits out against the wall and offers advice, she slides the door open and heads into their little refuge. The wood creaks familiarly underfoot as she crosses the floor.

Truthfully, it’s a relief. She knows she’ll have to face Meltryllis eventually, but she’s still nervous. It’s hard not to think what could happen if that woman catches her, to make peace with the fact that she ultimately has not control over whether they’re attacked. Gilgamesh is the most powerful trump card she could ask for, and even still…

She can't help remembering that spiked kneeplate, charging toward her. The bloodlust in that lovely voice.

Everyone they've lost.

She shivers.

That suspicious priest bows to her, but she can’t deal with him right at the moment. She needs some time with her thoughts.

So she heads up the stairs, and passes the Student Council Room where Rin and Rani are working hard as always, and makes her way to her own personal room to sit down. She closes her eyes, and takes a few deep breaths. It’s all going to work out, if they just keep doing their best, and never give up. The predictions of Seven Days Later don’t have to come true: they can stop it. She has to believe that.

Suddenly, she hears a knock and a polite cough at her door.

Her heart beats a little faster. She checks to make sure it’s all clean.

“Come in!”

Rin slides open her door and steps inside, shutting it behind her. Her face is a little flushed.

“Look!” She says, before Hakuno can say anything. “I just came by to do a follow up exam on you. It was my first time using the Ten Thousand Colored Stagnation, and I want to make sure I didn’t misplace anything in your frame when I changed your spiritron granularity.”

Hakuno considers reminding her that Sakura’s infirmary is just downstairs, but wisely decides against it.

“Okay,” she says. “Thank you. I’m glad to have someone like Rin looking after me. I’m in your hands, as always.”

Rin nods, matter-of-factly, and pulls her over to sit on the bed, a lingering hand resting on her shoulder.

She knows Rin handled it perfectly. But if Rin needs to confirm it for herself, that’s just as important.

Briefly, she communicates to Gilgamesh that she’s receiving a checkup, and that she might be a little bit late. All she receives in return is his laughter. Seriously, what a difficult Servant.

“Okay,” Rin says, imperiously. “Now strip.”

—

She sits there on the bed, uniform shirt off, while Rin examines her back, cool, slender fingers alternating between laying against her skin and clinking on her virtual keyboard. It’s, well. She’s a healthy young lady. It’s just a little embarrassing that Rin can probably see every change in her vitals.

Anyway, this is nice. She smiles fondly while her lecturer continues.

“—and you’re going to buy healing items and equipment like I said, right? You know all of us are relying on you. You have to do whatever you can to maximize your chances of survival, especially against an opponent like Meltyllis. Supplies and preparation are an essential factor in any form of conflict.”

“Of course! I always listen to Rin’s advice—I know I can always count on your support. I just. Well. Had to take a moment to calm my nerves.”

The next touch against her back is slightly less clinical, slightly more sentimental.

The permeable boundary between those two attitudes is just not fair to her heart.

“Anyway, I have more than enough money to throw around as it stands. It might feel nice to just dump a bunch of Sakurament into—Rin?”

Her friend freezes, hand against her back. One of her fingers twitches.

Ah. Right.

She remembers the neon figures of jewels and bills floating through the dark waters of Rin’s heart as she dived down to save her from BB’s control. “Hey! I don’t have a thing about money! I’m going to punch you!”

“…Rin?”

Briskly, her friend jumps up from the bed behind her, and starts making her way to the door without looking back.

“Well! Looks like you’re in good condition, you don’t need anything more from me. I’ll be in the Student Council Room monitoring your linkage to the school, so good luck out—“

“Wait.” Hakuno demands, standing up and taking her wrist. Rin still doesn’t turn back to look at her. “You know I wouldn’t judge you, or make fun of you, right? It’s… it’s okay.”

She can feel Rin’s heart beating in her wrist, fast and hard. She hears her swallow.

Her own heart is pounding in her ears. Her chest writhes with nerves.

It’s now or never.

She takes a step forward, then another, until she’s standing behind her, can feel her warmth.

Then she takes another step forward, one arm coming forward to wrap around Rin’s stomach, holding her tight, pressed up, against her back. That sweater is soft against her skin, and just a little rough.

She tries to put some steel into her voice. To give Rin some direction, something to hold onto, to calm herself. And. Well. Okay, her thoughts have been spinning ever since she saw Rin’s satisfied expression as Elizabeth whipped her with her tail, ever since she collected that Submission Desire SG. Maybe her intentions aren’t 100% pure.

“There’s something else I need you to do for me,” she says, gravely.

Is that… is that her own voice?

Rin trembles, slightly.

Desperately, she keeps hold of her thoughts.

She lets go of Rin’s wrist, still holding her around the waist, and manifests some of her saved up Sakurament with a stored hum. A thick, weighty stack of bills.

She reaches around, and presses them into Rin’s hand. Rin gasps.

“This is 20,000SM,” she says. She lets go of the money. Rin holds on.

Rin whimpers.

“Would you please,” she says, without a hint of question. “Go down to the commissary, and buy some healing items for me?”

She can feel the tension trembling in her friend’s body. She leans in close to her ear, and whispers. “I trust Rin’s decisionmaking to keep me safe.”

The sensation of Rin’s body melting in one ragged breath is the most erotic thing she’s ever felt.

“Y-yes,” she breathes.

“Thank you. Now go on.” She pushes Rin toward the door. “I’ll wait here.”

After Rin leaves, her legs turn to jelly. She sits back on her bed, supporting herself with her hands, and takes deep breaths to calm herself down.

After a few minutes, her heart finally stops racing, and she sighs, looking up at the ceiling.

Did she really just do that?

She has no idea where she got the nerves for something like that. She felt like she was going to pass out.

But more than that, Rin’s little reactions are carved in her memory. Maybe they’ll never go away.

Feeling her shiver. Feeling her relax. Feeling someone she’s always looked up to, admired and chased after giving up control to her. That moment where Rin’s trust in her took over her body.

Damn. Now she’s excited again. She can’t wait for Rin to get back.

She knows she has to face Meltryllis soon, but right now all she can think about is Rin.

And for now, that feels alright.

She realizes she’s still shirtless, and starts to dress herself, hands shaking with adrenaline

—

A few minutes later, there’s another knock on the door. Immediately, Hakuno’s heartbeat is back at full pace, nervousness swirling and tumbling in her chest. She stands up from the bed and opens it.

Rin is standing outside her door. Her face is flushed, and her brow twitches.

Hakuno steels herself, reaches deep down for the courage to push ahead.

She steps out of the way, and ushers Rin inside, who enters walking stiff-limbed.

“Here!”

Rin sticks out her arm toward Hakuno, a small item folder in her hand. She doesn’t look at her.

Hakuno takes it and stows it in her inventory.

“Thank you. I can always count on Rin.”

“You…!” she whips around. “Aren’t you even going to check out what I bought?”

She sounds angry, but looks nervous.

Ah.

Hakuno looks her in the eyes. Earnestly, seriously, she says, “Why would I have to? I know you made the right selection. I asked you because you’re the most competent person I know.”

Rin colors.

“You did what I said, right?”

She nods.

“Good,” Hakuno confirms.

Rin shivers. Her eyes are looking a bit hazy again. Hakuno’s stomach flips. Maybe it’s not fair to push her buttons like this, but Hakuno is doing it. She’s not stopping now.

I”n that case, I have something else I need you to do for me,” she says, with false confidence. She half expects Rin to snip at her for overstepping but… but instead, she’s staring at her, waiting, like Hakuno hung the moon.

Oh. Her eyes look so soft. She looks so relaxed, breathing fast and deep and even. Hakuno swallows.

“I need you to take this for me,” she hears herself say. She raises her hand, and a stack of 20,000 materializes in it. Rin’s eyes track to it like magnets. Hakuno is so turned on she feels like she might faint.

She presses the bills into Rin’s hand, folds the fingers around them. Rin watches it happen, breaths coming quickly, and then looks up at her, expectantly, waiting.

Adorable.

But she doesn’t tell her what to do. Instead, she materializes another stack in her hands.

Rin looks nervous.

She presses them into her other hand. Rin’s eyes track between her outstretched hands. She squeezes the wads of bills, eyes slamming shut, and shivers.

But she opens them again when Hakuno pulls out another stack. She stares up at her, pleading, as Hakuno presses it into her hand, balancing it between the other two. Her eyes say it for her.

It’s too much.

Hakuno pulls out another stack of bills.

Whether her life lasts only the next couple hours or seventy more years, she’ll remember the sound Rin makes until she dies.

Rin holds the 80,000SM in her hands, staring at it in disbelief. Hakuno heroically tries not to melt into a puddle, and instead circles around behind her, starts massaging her arms.

“That’s all yours. I’m giving it to you,” she says.

Rin whines.

But before she can object, Hakuno continues. “But Rin, I want you to do something. Would you please buy me a Mystic Code, and… whatever pair of socks you like best?” She laces her arms around Rin’s waist, and rests her chin on her shoulder. Rin melts into her hold. “It’s your choice,” she murmurs, her own breaths shaking. “The money is yours. But will you spend it all on me, if I ask you to?”

Rin takes one stuttering breath, and then another, and then another. She swallows.

“Yeah,” she says. “I’ll do it.”

—

“U-um, just to be safe, I checked if Kishinami’s condition was normal,” Sakura offers, her voice coming in clearly, if compressed, over the communication line.

Hakuno blows a foggy breath between her hands, and tucks them into her armpits. She looks around in the icy chill of Meltryllis’s hostile, forbidding Labyrinth, eyes tracking to each intersection in sight. Just in case.

“And then… well, it’s just that the temperature is cold on this floor, so I tried to raise Senpai’s body temperature a bit… but it won’t go up. Out of curiosity, I, um, secretly administered a healing item. The effect was negated.”

What.

“HUH?!”

“… I see. Considering this floor represents her “Sadistic Constitution,” it makes sense for it to have this characteristic.” Rani is unshakable as ever.

Hakuno hears a distant scream of frustration come over through Rani’s audio connection. “But it seems Miss Tohsaka is upset by this.”

Gilgamesh laughs heartily at their mistake.

“…Hakunooon, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I still think it was money well-spent.”

After all. The tights Rin put on her are doing a pretty good job of keeping her warm.

[iluvtboytummy]

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~This is my horny blog to dump my thoughts. And my third time trying to have this blog, let's see if I delete it again!

~I am a transmasc, he/they, 20, and exclusively gay and t4t (trans fems are welcome to look but not touch)

~I'm a sub leaning switch

~THIS BLOG TALKS ABOUT PENITRATION AND USES EXPLICT TERMS FOR BOTTOM PARTS! If you are a transmasc with bottom dysphoria, this blog is most likely not a safe place for you! Take care of yourself <3

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Kinks below~

Follow my boundaries, or I'll kill you

KINKS: Praise, size difference, leather (mainly leather daddies), medical, puppy play, monster fucking, blindfolds, big strong men, overstimulation, royalty, forced masculinization,

DEPENDS: Somno, blood, exhibitionism, impact play, breeding

HARD NOS: detrans/misgendering/force feminization, piss/water sports, scat, tickling, pregnancy, snuff, hard degrading, intoxicated play/drugs, rape play, age play, incest (including step stuff), feet

WILL BE UPDATED

Names (when subbing): Puppy/pup. Baby boy. Prince. Pretty boy. Toy.

Names (when domming): Sir. Master. My Lord.

Body: cunt, pussy, hole, tdick/cock, chest

#my post for my posts obviously

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HEWWOOOO EVERYPONY!!

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Hiiiiiiiii!

Welcome to my blog! My name is Jen, and I go by many others. I'm a plural nonbinary transfem therian dog/pony girl etching out her own little hole in the wall of this ever crumbling capitalist internet nightmare zone!!! So happy to meet you stranger, please take a rest and peruse our finely non-curated selection of spam reblogs of fetish content U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

Our interests also include, but are not limited to:

Ponies

Funny vampire wizards

Movement shooters

Monster Hunter

Dark Souls

And many more silly, silly media properties!

Now to ditch the weird, informal greeting/presenter schtick and get a little more personal and talk about myself in earnest.

I'm 26 years old, just recently moved to the Midwest, been on hrt for a while now. I have to 2 lovely partners

💚Cora & Manti💚

I am still an attention and affection slut so I will flirt with you if prompted uwu

I'm also so blunt about the fetish and kink art I reblog because I can't be fucked to tag all of this l, heheh. Might as well be honest right. The other reason is, a lot of it is affirming. Being the pawtistic therian heavy girl I am, I find comfort in a lot of fatfur and largely proportioned art of furry girls U/////U

If that all sounds cool enjoy your time here! If you want to see my catalogued thoughts (mental breakdowns included) check the jam yaps tag!

Yappy travels!

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