#granblue fantasy smut

[luvlyycy]

Priest!Belial x Follower!Reader . // Love me Dead.//

a/n : i literally love this fic so much, it really makes me feel what obsessive love should feel like. this is dark content because belial is vv manipulative. also belial is still a fallen angel in this. lolz

war ,,nings》 smut, reader is a female, sacrilegious themes, mentions of the right hand being god's and it being used it lewd acts, morbid love, obsessed love, yandere ish behavior ig, mentions of hearts and ribs and blood only in metaphoric use, belial is a love struck demon, reader calls belial father in a religious way a lot.

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Your whole body feels sticky, there’s mud stuck to your calf as you desperately run towards the area you feel most safe. You have sinned, the visions continuously replaying in your poor innocent cranium. You arrive at the heavy doors of the Church, hands shakily and desperately trying to push them open as heavy droplets of rain crash down onto your head.

As you push open the creaking doors seeing the one whom you had been yearning for in your dreams, the mere memories having you clench your sticky thighs together, but you push all of that away. Your legs move before you can even think, cold damp hands being pressed upon the one you call ‘Father’, tears beginning to stream down your face as you desperately cling onto the white cloth of his jacket, gold accessories tickling the back of your hand. His warm hands engulf your swollen cheeks with a soft hum, “Ahh? What’s troubling you so, my poor little lamb?”. It takes you a moment or two to settle down your heavy breathing, “F-Father.. That dream.. I had it again.” just the mere thought sends a shiver down your spine.. “Oh? Is it the exact same one or a bit different?” he tilts his head, eyes filled with worry as they meet your’s. “It was different!” you exclaim, gasping for air as you try to stop sobbing, he softly ‘tuts’ as he wipes the warm tears from your face with his right hand, the left lowering to your back- dangerously close to your round bum. “Tell me.” he whispers, the corners of his lips curling into what you assumed was a reassuring smile.

You take approximately five minutes before you can even begin, you shut your pretty eyes, giving them a break as you recall the dream you had..

“You, you entered my room. Wearing what you’re wearing right now, smiling- except! It-It wasn’t a nice smile, almost as if you had terrible intentions with me-” if your poor eyes were open you’d see he was doing the exact smile you had seen in your recent nightmare.. “Then, then you approached my bed, and embraced me-. You smelled like a rose.” you take a moment to swallow, “I did?” he asks, hands rubbing at your back in an attempt to relax you. “Yes.” you sigh, “then you kissed me, you kissed me the way only an improper man would, taking my tongue in your mouth as if you were a beast.” you miss the way he groans, his hands gripping you tighter. “Then what did I do?” he whispered once again, voice oozing with honey as his breath tickled your ear. “You put your hand in, in my. In my panties. We began to make love as if we have been doing it forever! You knew every spot-” your eyes fling open as you begin to get worked up again, tears welling up in your eyes, “touched me everywhere I needed, everywhere I wanted-""Did I pry you open?” he cuts you off, his right hand trailing over your supple breasts. “Y-Yes.” you stiffen up as you feel that familiar heat rising in your core, the ‘butterflies’ dancing in your stomach, just like they had when you woke up from that dream.

He steps away with a small huff, grabbing a thin blanket from the side and wrapping it effortlessly around your shivering shoulders, before raising his hand to caress your chin. “We’ll have to dig the urges out of you.” he sighs, “Wha- What does that mean, Father?”. He smiles down at you, head tilting to the right as he pats your head, “It merely means that I’ll have to clean you out. Free you from the shackles of your rotten sins. God has entrusted me with this, dear. So don’t you worry that pretty brain of yours, we’ll remove your horrific stains- One. By. One.”

After a bit of preparation he orders you to lay back first on the altar, your clothing from earlier folded neatly in one of the Church seats as he approaches you, smiling eerily the same way he did in your dream. “Hands together, you have to pray.” he lets out a noise as if he was holding in a laugh, you clasp your hands together, shutting your eyes as your ‘Father’ spreads open your legs-. His dark eyes lock onto your pulsing vagina, grinning as he looks at his left hand then the right- ‘god’s hand is the right one.’ he recalls before raising his right hand, using his thumb to rub small circles on your cute little bud. You let out a small whine, eyes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of your beloved Priest doing his best to free you from your damned sins. You watch as he inserts one finger into your heat, swirling it dangerously around inside as you award him with soft moans and sighs. He groans as he leans his face forward, eyes darkening as he wraps his mouth around your twitching clit- sucking at it whilst using one finger to pump your insides.

“Fath— Father ! It's fil, filthy down there—” you gasp as he inserts another finger, damn near scooping your juices out of you— “using your mouth— nnh, is improper!!” . You hear him laugh into your pussy, his dark bangs tickling your thighs as he begins to purr.

“Oh, is it now?” his voice is different from before, as if something had been holding him back— he laps at your juicy clit as he curls his fingers against that spongy spot you never knew was there. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, nails leaving crescent marks on your skin as you try your hardest to arrange your thoughts in order to pray. He mumbles something into your pussy that you can't quite hear due to the loud squelching of your pussy— he eases his fingers so you can just briefly hear his vulgar tongue spit words you've never dreamt of escaping a Priest's mouth.

“Gonna fuck this sinning pussy until she's crying for me.” he chuckles out, dark red eyes landing on yours as he grinned like a cheshire cat— “Wh, what?” you question, feeling your own pussy betraying you by squeezing against his thick fingers. He doesn't utter a simple word, not even a breath as he continues to smile, removing his fingers from you as he rises.

There's an aura around him that you can't quite place, almost as if you're encountering sin or lust itself, it sends a chill down your spine— “I want you to wrap your arms around me,” he sounds breathless as he unbuckles his jacket tossing it to the floor then going to remove his pants, “and embrace me as if I'm your very own husband, understand?” you nod quickly and unclasp your hands, arms outstretched waiting for him.

His face is flushed, the tip of his tongue lifted up to lick at his upper lip as he pumps his cock with his right hand, eyes glued to the sight of your fluttering pussy, he watches the clear bubbles seep out and slide deliciously down. He takes two steps forward, his left hand spreading your wetness around your pussy lips before spreading them. Your heart is almost beating out of your chest, you feel as if you were a mere sheep compared to the deafening gaze of a hungry wolf. Your eyes lower to see the part of a man you were never supposed to see until marriage, cock.

You gulp, “Will it fit?” he lets out a quick shaky laugh, “Of course. I'll fucking make it fit.” he groans, the last part of his words under his breath as he inserts the mushroom tip of his swollen cock— mixing his pre-cum with your sopping wet cunt. He's nearly growling as he pushes his cock in, leaning forward to grab onto the altar beneath you, white-knuckling it. “It-it hurts, Father..” you sniffle, feeling your hole spread in a way you've never felt before, and yet the line between pain and pleasure is becoming slightly blurry— “It's going to hurt. Don't worry, I'll make it all better.” he mumbles as you wrap your arms around him as you were instructed.

In a few moments, he bottoms out inside of your cunt, your grip on his shoulders surely leaving finger marks— his heavy balls caressing the curve of your ass. He pulls his hips backwards as he watches your expression, watching it turn from shock to something of sin. He wants you to eat him, crawl into his ribcage and tear out what belongs to you— for you are the bane of his existence and reason for the heat in his loins. You drive him mad as blood would to a vampire— he's unsure of what to call it, but he knows it's something animalistic, something too savage to speak out loud. Yet, here he finds himself driving his cock so deep and tastefully into your pussy that it causes you, the closest thing to an angel he knows, to cry out and be so exoticly lewd. If he could, he would paint this moment on all the walls, just so he can remember the first time you had succumbed to adultery, to sin— the moment he had entered you and tasted you seemingly the same way a wolf would taste a wounded deer. He sighs as he curls his right hand around your throat, your hazy eyes fluttering open and shut as he places kisses on your chest.

You lean your head back, feeling your pussy fluttering as you try your hardest to suck in your moans, arms slipping off of his back as he leaves open mouthed kisses on your collarbone, continuously driving his cock into you as slow as he can manage. He pushes his arm beneath the curve of your back, arching your back earning himself a long whine from you. He lets out a guttural groan, speeding his hips up as he latches his mouth on your right nipple, suckling it and swirling his tongue around the hardening bud. ‘

‘Cum, cum, cum, cum, cum, cum’ it’s like a fucking mantra in his head, he pops your nipple out of his mouth, only to see you look at him the sweetest smile on your lips as you sweat, skin sticking to his as he grins. “It feels weird Father.-” you suddenly say, eyes looking down to the area where you two meet, barely getting the words out as he lowers his right hand to your pussy, rubbing circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“Let it go. Just re, fuck, relax.” he breathes as he leans back down to lick at your neck, “Say my name.” he groans against your neck before biting it. You let out a loud moan, back arching as you shake, legs tightening around his back…

“Be- Belial-” you begin, “Yes. Just like that, say it. Cry my name. Louder.” he interrupts, “Belial! More, more, please.” you whine, arms tightening around him once again. He presses his forehead to yours, sighing against your lips as he wraps both arms around you, pulling you impossibly close, “I’d do anything for you.” he breathes, and you feel his bumping heart beat, suddenly reminding you of your dream. Remembering the way he touched you, similar to now, and yet now felt more raw, more animalistic, and even though you knew you were sinning, damning yourself to hell- you just wanted more. “Embrace me.” you breathe out, earning a purr out of him as he places his mouth on yours, tongue dancing in the devil’s tango as you feel your cunt fluttering once again. He pulls away to look at your face, “I’ll be your husband. Your devoted lover, your everything. I will be your damned, your god, your angel, and your devil. We will become-” he grunts, “become, one.” he laughs as he kisses your face again, red eyes glimmering as the world seemed to still for a moment. Your hands entangling in his hair as you arch your back, molding into his hands, soft cries of ‘Belial’ exiting your gorgeous lips, the soft pattering of rain on the stained glass windows a mere background noise to your vulgar show.

He lets out a shaky breath as he stills his hips, pushing himself as deep as his very own cock could let him, lips just merely a hair away from embracing yours again. The world begins to move again, the rain heard again as he lowers his head, leaning against your chest. You feel heavy, sleepy you believe, hands slipping off of his back and laying limp by your side. He places a soft kiss to your chest, if he wanted he could say he loves you, he would say just how far he would go for you, knowing his obsession was unhealthy he feared he had already said to much, and yet, when he looks at your face; gaze locked upon your lopsided smile and lidded eyes, your soft hands cupping his cheeks, he wonders for a moment. Would you still embrace him like this if you knew just how much of a damned individual he is? He’s a fallen angel who’s fallen for an angel, he thinks. He watches how your eyes tear up, “Am I free of sin? Am I pure again?” you sound as breathless as when you entered this damned Church, and he looks at your chest, noticing the dark marks on your skin he left earlier. He contemplates what to say, “To be free of sin you’ll have to rely on me the way a wife relies on a husband.” he’s cursed, “I do?” you ask, still on the verge of sleep. If he had earned himself a demon tail, it’d be curling around you and pulling you close, never letting go, yet he finds his own hands doing that, left hand curling around the back of your cranium. “Will you allow me to be your husband?”

. . . . Four beats and then you answer, “Yes, Fat-” “Say my name. I’m your husband now, yes?” he finds himself smiling, and for once without a hint of debauchery, “Yes, Belial.”.

Is this what destined lovers feel like? Is this what it’s like to be a bear to fall in love with a deer? Maybe even a cunning fox falling in love with a lost and dazed bunny, yet he wants you to have a whole garden of flowers and maybe his name etched on your heart, he decrees himself a knight to your holy princess. The thought of having your innocence mixed with his treacherous mere being, it gets him dizzy and yet here he is, bathing you, taking you to his bed and lying down with you in the most mind bending ways, and it replays in his mind, the words he’s never wanted to say.

I love you. For I am yours, and you are mine. For we are each other and my right hand may be god’s but I’ll be damned if you can’t have my soul and body. I have sinned and I know I’ll sin again. Take my eyes, my lips, my ears, my ribs, my legs, my skull. All of it shall belong to you my dearest angel. Take my damned skin and engulf me in your purifying gaze and I’ll melt beneath you, mixing with you once more. I’m a parasitic psycho who has won your beautiful heart. Yet, you wish to be stuffed into my mouth and grind your bones against mine until we are dust. I love you. I wish to eat you. I love you.

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[doki-doki-imagines]

tw: smut, afab reader

author note: first post for gbf and it's smut, I'm sorry LOL. It's been a while since I last wrote something putting my mind on it so I hope you'll like it!

Siegfried had the intention to charm you the second he put his foot into the warm sand, you are sure of it.

You know your boyfriend doesn't like to expose himself, and you learnt to appreciate it, your little gem that you only can appreciate, hidden from most eyes.

So, you were flabbergasted to see Siegfried so at ease with such skimpy pants, adherent like glue on his skin and torso completely exposed for everyone to look at, because let's admit it, everyone couldn't be indifferent to such a sight.

You are sitting near the shore far away from all the crew, the wave crushing the only sound between you two.

"You look handsome today." Your voice deeper than usual while you look straight into his honey eyes, your hands grip the sand under you.

"Thanks, it's exactly what I wanted." A soft giggle escapes Siegfried's mouth, strands of hair escape his soft ponytail, and the breeze make them fly in the air.

He looks ethereal, sitting there, head tilted back, throat exposed while some droplet of sea water run down his body.

It doesn't take that much convincing to find yourself on your knees, Siegfried belts and pants barely lowered to suck him off like your life depends on it.

And it's not like Siegfried complained.

"S-slow down." He half-moans, golden eyes squinting. His big hand grabs the back of your head, but don't push you forward; as always, he has the perfect control of his body even in problematic situations.

Anyway you don't listen to him, trying to take as much as possible of his throbbing cock, sucking and laving your tongue at the sides where veins are visible. Saliva drips down your mouth, some drop fall on his balls exactly where your fingers are massaging, making the stimulation more intense.

You look at him, beautiful, wonderful, chiseled abs twitching, nipples hards begging to be touched.

Then you get pulled off, a pop can be heard together with Siegfried heavy breaths, his dick, still throbbing hit his navel, tip red a globe of cum running down his lenght.

"C'mere"

You don't have to move much, your boyfriend doing all the work, pulling your lips towards his ones, in a messy dance of tongues and spit, your hands find his shoulders, something stable to grip on while sitting on his lap, while his gloved hand go downwards, fingers playing with the hem of your bikini bottom and then delving deeper into your hot core.

A moan escapes your mouth, doesn't mean Siegfried break the kiss, if anything his tongue explores deeper your mouth, a passionate dance he doesn't want to interrupt. With the free hand he pushes your lower back towards his body, so your tummy can grind on his erection.

Meanwhile his thick fingers keep stimulating you, the material of the glove a new sensation, different from his warmth, but not less enjoyable, your essence drips down his wrist, his rhythm doesn't budge, pistoning into you, your lips parting to moan his name make even more blood run south, his boner unbearable at this point.

A particular curl of two of his fingers makes your toe curl, the moan dulled from Siegfried's mouth and the world around you waver, and not for the overwhelming pleasure, but for your boyfriend pulling you under his body.

"N-No Sieg, I wanna be on top." You says, voice frail, hands pushing on his shoulders trying to flip him over.

"Are you sure you'd be able to take it?" He talks big for someone that look as affected as you from the situation.

"Flip over, I'm gonna show you how good I can take it."

A small chuckle escapes Siegfried's mouth, but decide to listen to you, flipping you over together with him.

Ah he looks majestic under you, his hair now free, soft ribbon lost somewhere during the previous activities, one of his hands grips tightly your hips while his gloved hands...

He's licking it, still stained by your essence, his warm tongue run from his wrist to his middle finger and when it reaches the top, he suck it off, his mouth eveloping it, savouring it. While he looks at you "Always delicious" a smirk grace his face, knowing well the effect he has on you.

A smirk that soon disappear when you line up and go down on him, your hole stretching to accomodate his girth, a breathless moan leaving both your mouths. You bounce on his lenght, hands finding support on his sweaty chest while both of his hands are now placed on your hip, one slightly lower towards your butt.

"Bunny go faster, let me see how much you want it." Penetrating honey eyes look at you, it's an order, but you aren't sure you'll be able to make it.

But it's not a problem that last for much, not when Siegfried decides to take the rein and bounce you on his cock, at his rhythm.

"For someone that wanted to top me so much-" His tips hit a spot that make you both roll your eyes, mind fogging under the intense pleasure "-your willpower lasted really little." His finger grips to tight that you're sure bruises will form soon, his shaft twitching inside you and getting...bigger?

You look better at his face, eyes closed, hair getting reddish and his canines getting more pointed each second that go by. A shiver runs down your spine, not a pleasure one, the kind you feel when battling some Primals.

His cock is getting impossibly big, literally.

"Sieg-look at me please" You lean down, your chests in touch, not a lick of air could go throught your bodies, your hands cupping his sweaty face "Stay calm Sieg, I love you-" A particular harsh thrust make your lips touch, not that you minded, both your hips busy in an animalistic rhythm that the both of you can't control.

An harsh slap on your butt make you squeak, breaking the kiss "Love you too" Your Siegfried is back, blown pupils so deep but so full of love you feel your heartbeat going into a frenzy, and from there it doesn't take much more to reach your apex, Siegfried fucking you through your orgasm before cumming too, your name falling from his lips like a prayer, head falling back, sand now everywhere in his brown locks.

You lay on his body, still trying to recover your breath from the intense love-making "Are you fine?" you ask, voice still feeble.

Siegfried's lips twitch into a small smile "I should be the one asking you that." His hands massage your thighs as he gives you a kiss on top of your head.

"What happened this time? The dragon blood never took over before."

"I-" Siegfried breath heavily, chest rising up and down under you "I prefer not to tell you."

You hum, maybe it will be something to talk about another day.

A few minutes go by, both enjoying the chilly breeze of the beach and the sound of the waves.

"So now I can say that I can take your dragon form?" A small laughter escapes your throat while Siegfried huffs out, the hand massaging you now playful slap your ass.

"I guess so."

This time, you can't contain your boisterous laughter, and Siegfried smiles, eye closing, cherishing your time together

[skeletonstoashes]

Granblue Fantasy | FaaFeru (Lucilius/Lucifer) | 12k | E (NSFW)| It's smut Returning to the ruins of Canaan for the first time since his revival, Lucilius is reminded of the final night he spent with Lucifer by the discovery of a hidden letter.

(It's sad, very long smut. That's it. That's all this is).

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49215880 (or via the source link)

[virtuousfuta]

Open Katalina (Granblue Fantasy) Smut RP

Adventuring was hard work, and sometimes the need for a good washing was needed before someone could get to any proper lodging. Thankfully, a lake was nearby the camp she and her companions had made, and therefore she made her way over. Putting her clothes and armor in a good spot, she then entered the water and got to work washing up. Humming a little as she also enjoyed the water's cool feeling against her skin in contrast to the warm sunny air.

[archangel-vakarian2183]

Wrote my first fanfiction! Not sure it's very good, but I'm proud!

Eustace X Gran from Granblue Fantasy. Only played Versus Rising so sorry if it's out of character. Warning, it *is* smut.

[soapssuds]

suds masterlist

i want to make out with soap and create some suds

about me ヽ(*´▽)ノ♪ 20+ | she/her | an aerospace engineer with a call of duty & gacha addiction | i write a lot of different types of content but a lot of times i like to sit back and write fluff & angst (and a dabble of smut) | i don't write on the weekends ( ￣▽￣) or at night

i tend to hyperfixate on a lot of characters :*(〃∇〃人)*: namely simon riley , johnny mactavish , john price , konig , nikto , phillip graves , blade , jing yuan , dan heng , sunday , jiaoqiu , moze , aventurine , boothill , capitano , childe , alhaitham , zhongli , wriothesley , neuvillette , ayato , lycaon , jane doe , caesar , burnice , yanagi , gojo , sukuna , natsu , grey , laxus , sting , rogue , jellal , shiki , acheron , feixiao , merlin , morgan , gilgamesh , charlemagne , arthur , nero , lady avalon , fujimaru , barghest , artoria , lucilius , lucifer , sandalphon , vash , kakashi , naruto , sasuke , dazai , fyodor , nikolai , chuuya , umemiya , amamiya , guren , & crowley .

Call of Duty

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Honkai Star Rail pt. 2

Trigun

Naruto Shippuden & Boruto

Fate

Bungou Stray Dogs

My Hero Academia

Wind Breaker

Granblue Fantasy

Tokyo Aliens

Zenless Zone Zero

Jujutsu Kaisen

have a request? pls feel free to ask away <3 my ask box is always open !! i like to write fluff, angst, sfw, nsfw, yandere/dark content, etc !! (and i write for all sorts of series/anime/manga/games btw)

(in other words, requests are open!!)

[otaku-tactician]

who let me write titles for smut fics? i either steal lines from granblue fantasy belial theme song (parade's lust i think) or i search 10001 synoymns within the dictionary 🤔

[demialwrites]

Feower x Female Reader Smut

As soon as the door closes behind you, Feower pulls you by the front of your shirt into a hungry, exploratory kiss. It's all you can do to keep your thoughts together enough to lead him forward until you find the bed.

You sit, earning a glare for breaking the kiss. That glare is mostly lust so you ignore it. Damnit! His assassin clothes are too tight to his body and your fingers are fumbling to undo them. Feower nibbles on his bottom lip impatiently. The pants are down and your mouth is on his cock. You shut your eyes as you work him, listening to his panting. It's just the right size for you to take him in steadily, your lips moving up the warm shaft for each bob of your head. You're really into it. You wrap your arms around his hips and suck his cock in deeper until his dark purple pubic hair tickles your nose roughly. "Stop." You're too slow. Firm hands push your shoulders and you're rudely interrupted. You lick the saliva off your lips. "I'm not here to cum in your mouth." It sounds like a scolding despite you being the elder one. "Can't we just-" "No! This is not a mother's teat!" He gestures to his crotch area. "Lie back. Open your legs." You whine. Then you wiggled backwards, shoving a couple fingers in your mouth to soothe the absence of his cock. He rips your bottoms off. "Your panties are soaked." His tone is less scolding, as he starts to lose himself at the sight of you waiting impatiently for more of his cock. "You would take it in any orifice, wouldn't you?" You avert your gaze; it's true. He sinks from view. A moment later, you feel a testing lick from the flat of his tongue over your panties. It's nice and light and he's good at oral. But it's not a cock. You whine again. "Brat," said Feower. Despite that comment, he substitutes his finger for the tongue, pushing aside the fabric first. You sigh in relief. "Slut, also," he adds. You don't have the brain function to listen, much less deny it, biting gently on your fingers. You're wiggling your hips against his touch until he finds the right spot to rub. He finds it. Your walls flutter and clench around his finger. But... it's still not his cock. You sit up, pleading with your eyes. "Feower?" He pulls his finger out, then wipes it on the bed. "Fine. I don't want to wait, either." His strips quickly, fully revealing his slim form, firm and softly curved with lean muscles, and climbs on the bed. You've discarded your shirt and it's somewhere. Who cares where it is. He descends on you, using his hungry mouth again like at the beginning. You're distracted from your goal momentarily, like his tongue is pushing thoughts from your head as it pushes into your mouth. His cockhead taps your stomach. You grab it and squeeze with need. He pulls back, also remembering where he's supposed to put it. "Fffuck," he breathes. You're wide-eyed. He only swears during these lust-clouded moments. He lifts a hand from the bed to guide his cock home. "Please," you beg, even though you don't need to. With the grace of practice, and how wet you are, he spears you swiftly. You sigh out a moan. To compound your feeling of completeness, you yank him down for more kisses. This time, it's more sloppy than aggressive. It's embarrassing, the way you wrap your legs around his waist and cling. You're both speeding down the same path now, as he thrusts into you and you grope him needily. You're unable to contain your sounds when he changes the position, renewing his efforts from behind. Your front end sinks down and you moan into the pillow. It's disgusting, the sounds coming from where you're both joined. Cock beating wetly into your pussy and the skin slapping together. You begged for this, yet you blush and pull the pillow to your face to hide. Stuffed full of cum, pillow soaked with saliva, Feower has worn you out. You're prone on the bed. He gently presses kisses to your back, making you wonder how he has the energy to hold himself up to do so. After he has had his fill, he falls to the small space beside you in your single bed. You make efforts to give him more room. They're pitiful efforts; you're still tired. He half-smiles at those efforts. His arm and leg end up resting on you, anyway. "How was that?" "Yeah." "Good," Feower said, reaching down to touch your clit. He

started pressing kisses to the skin in front of your ear. "Again?" "Yes," he replied, voice heavy with lust.

[pseudomonacarriea]

“i told you to stay still."

His voice is as cold as ever as he keeps the Singularity uncomfortably bent over, gauntlet covered fingers pushing inside to the knuckle.

"disobey me again and there will be consequences."

smut prompt list- Accepting - @returntothevoid

It's hard to stay still, legs shaking as Djeeta grips onto whatever her fingers can grab a hold of. The first one was slightly uncomfortable, the metal brushing against sensitive skin that didn't know the experience before hand. However, the more he added and the farther he pushed, she couldn't help the squirming. It was not only cold, but it hurt; the addition of her position didn't help at all. Tensing up slightly as he spoke, the Singularity tried not to move.

"Ah--!"

Tried, at least-- As his fingers pushed to the knuckle, that went out he window. Hips once against squirmed involuntary. The coil that was forming in her stomach tightened suddenly.

"You're, too deep!"

[luvlyycy]

percival playfully laughs, sliding his hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose.

"look at you," he hums, patting your cheek as you choke around his cock— your snot sticks to his pubic hair as you do so, "such a slut, all for me, ah?" he chuckles.

you whine, rutting your exposed pussy onto his shoe. he looks so hot like this, black turtle neck pulled up and exposing his tensing abs, matching black slacks unbuckled just so you can suck on his dick— he looks so professional and you look like such a mess.

your hair is disheveled, red angry tear streaks running down your cheeks, your nose puffed up and red because he refuses to let you take a break 'n catch your breath.

he yanks your hair back, a loud 'pop!' as you release his cock from your mouth. he drives his other hand beneath your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks and forcing your mouth open. you're breathing heavy, but you can't help but smile— and he smiles right back.

"open wide." you open your mouth wider, "wider. my dick isn't that small, come on baby, don't insult me." you open your mouth as wide as it can be, panting like his little dog.

maybe he should buy a leash.

"perfect. that's about how big it is." he snickers, thrusting his cock deep into your mouth, the sounds of you choking and your broken gasps only driving him to fuck your throat harder.

"gonna breed this fucking throat." he laughs out, now placing one hand on the back of your skull, leaning forward so he can just use you to get off, "she's gonna be the shape of my dick when i'm done, isn't that, right? fuck, fuck, princess— you were fucking made for me."

[doki-doki-imagines]

Braid and flowers

tags: Siegfried centric. I just really wanted a soft Sieg with flowers sob. Hinted at the end Siegfried x reader/danchou.

When Siegfried arrived at the Dragon Knights's meeting chatter stopped all of a sudden. Lancelot looks at him with wide eyes while Vane is smiling at him. Percival looks like he wants to say something, the annoyance is clearly dripping from his expression, his nose curled up like a kitty but he decides to click his tongue and go back to the topic they were previously discussing about.

So what caused these reactions?

It's because of Siegfried new hairstyle; a soft braid expertly intertwined with fresh flowers. Some strands fall free on the man's face making Siegfried look ethereal. It's a look that suits him, not that it is hard when you look like an Adonis the second you wake up, but it enhances his beauty. He talks with the other knights about the current expenses and how to improve the other soldiers' training not minding the other knights staring a bit too long his hair.

"Let's take a break!" Vane proposes when the sun starts setting, already pulling toward the table fresh baked goods he brought from home. Nobody has the heart to refuse, not even Percival that usually prefers to finish the job and just then take a break. Vane is also the first one to question the elephant in the room for the relief of his colleagues.

"Oh this? One of the trainees made it, he told me there is a celebration in town-" Siegfried starts to explain how a harvin trainee wouldn't stop looking at his hair so Siegfried asked him if there was anything wrong.

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"N-No. Excuse me for staring, it's just…" The young boy looked down, the fringe of his bowl cut long enough to cover his black eyes. "In town, there is a celebration for a holiday that is really important to my family-" The harvin says, fidgeting with his fingers "Where I come from everyone has long hair so we can braid them for this holiday, but I had to cut them before coming here."

Siegfried nods at the kid's words, but still misses the point of the guy's stare. "I was staring because I miss my long hair. I know it's stupid, I can't even go there-"

"You want to braid mine?" It's Siegfried's curt question, voice firm as always. The harvin finally looks back at him, eyes sparkling with joy, but his Adam's apple bobs with worry. "You don't have to be anxious, I don't mind if you braid my hair, just-" Siegfried sits down, giving his back to the kid "Don't brush too hard, my scalp is sensitive." His honey-colored irises are soft, brown long eyelashes making his eyes look sweeter. There is no real bite in his voice trying not to worry the kid more. Siegfried sees the kid nodding before feeling his small fingers combing as best as he could Siegfried's soft hair. There were some knots, after all the knight doesn't spend too much of his time on his hair, but the braiding was more or less painless.

"Let me add the finishing touch!" The man looks behind, noticing all the flowers the kid picked up.

"Are you going to put them in my hair?"

"Yes. Is it a problem? Excuse me for not-"

"Can you please add a sunflower?" The harvin widened his big eyes before nodding and smiling at the knight's request. And after the finishing touch, Siegfried was free and the harvin looked relaxed.

The kid thanked him again and again before going back to his training. Siegfried smiled seeing him walking away, happy to have brought peace the the trainee's troubled heart.

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"That's why I have my hair braided like this. It looks good right?" Siegfried turns toward the big mirror in the room. He has never been vain but he honestly thinks the kid did an amazing job. The flowers never dropped from their places, adding light to his brown hair. They should train together to reciprocate the favor.

"You look beautiful Siegfried." Lancelot replies, there is no mirth in his voice, just genuine appreciation.

"Yeah! It softens your features and shows off your sweet side. Don't you agree Percival?" Vane adds with a bit more enthusiasm. Percival doesn't say anything at first, lost in thoughts while drinking his cup of tea.

"Percival?" Vane asks again. This time he is able to pull the prince out of his thoughts.

"Yes, you look really nice." He brushes it off, eyes showing his mind still hasn't connected with them.

Because Percival knows there is no festival in town. He is sure of it. But decides not to say anything, the lie of the harvin is clearly harmless. The red hair smiles before sipping again from his cup, happy his teacher still hasn't lost his humanity.

"Let's go back to work." Percival orders and the other knights' nod, already too much time lost chit-chatting. Siegfried agrees with them, one hand caressing his hair, feeling the textures and bumps of the hairstyle.

He isn't sure he will be able to go to town later, but Siegfried would like to try this style again when the captain visits them.

He'd love to hear their opinion and maybe spend a bit of time together in peace, surrounded by the same flowers adorning his hair.

Little detail I didn't add in the drabble: The harvin grew up in an all women family. He got taught early how to braid hair and used to do that to relieve stress but now with short hair he doesn't know how to push out the negativity! The festival was all an excuse but he was too worried people would insult him for having a "female" hobby or just...having worries or anxieties like a normal human being. Don't worry next time harvin kid! No real knight would do that!💪🏻

[authorsrhythm]

Seruel x Reader: Fit for a King (EXPLICIT)

A/N: My first smut! Despite that, it has knotting and heat cycles in it, and mentioned pregnancy at the end. You’ve been warned! Enjoy~ >;3c

Seruel had been avoiding you lately. It’s not uncommon for the royal to be distracted by his other duties, but he usually returns to you and gives you some sort of affection. After all, you are his lover.

What’s worse, you muse as you shower, is that Heles and Naoise have seem to swear a code of silence on the issue. Every question you ask them of Seruel’s behavior is dodged.

With a sigh, you turn the water off and grab a towel, padding slowly to your bedroom. Dropping the towel, you made for your dresser. You choose a matching set of underclothes, a plain color with some lace around the edge. You pull your panties up.

Midway through hooking your bra, is your door is thrown open. You shriek, and jump away.

There stand Seruel. He looks unkempt, wild. He’s breathing heavily, his armor is gone and his clothes are in disarray.

He lets out an audible growl at your state of undress, and shuts the door. He locks it, and murmurs a few words of magic to the door. A silencing spell. You shivered; whatever happens in this room will not be heard by anyone.

He’s quick to divest himself of his shirt, and he begins unbuttoning his pants as he walks towards you.

“S-seruel, wait a second!”

Reluctantly, he stops. His pants are nearly undone, and you can see a sizable tent in his boxers. You gulp.

“Why....why have you been avoiding me?”

He sighs,and reaches for you. He tugs you into his arms, and buries his face in your neck. He inhales sharply, groaning at the feeling of your skin on his.

Tentatively, he answers. His voice is gruff, gravely as he explains that erune have cycles similar to the saberwolves in regards to heat.

“I-I’m in rut. I’ve known it’s been coming and I’ve been trying to stay away so I wouldn’t think to come to you with such...debauched needs. I-it only made the longing worse. When I awoke and it had started, you were the only thing on my mind.”

You had been patting his head as he explained, gently stroking his ears. He raised his head slightly, and murmured in your ear.

“I’m going to fill you full of my seed. Our pups will be strong and beautiful.”

And he quickly ripped you unhooked bra of your shoulder. You could hardly complain. Just his presence was making you feel dizzy...aroused. Is this how he had been feeling around you for the last week.

Little is said as the rest of your clothes are taken off. He’s kissing you hard, baking you up towards the bed, when he stops.

His breathing is still ragged, pupils blown wide, and his cock pulses as it sits hot and heavy on your thighs. Your already slick and ready just by breathing him in.

With a growl, he said, “You built a nest.”

With a questioning look, you followed his gaze to a pile of yours and his clothes you’ve been hoarding recently. You hadn’t notice until now that it looked extremely comfortable and welcoming, your scents intermingling. You looked at him, confused.

“What’s that have to do with anything,” you ask.

He growls again, deep in his throat, and tosses you into the pile.

As he crawls of your splayed body, fingers sliding between your lower lips, he takes to marking your neck.

“A nest,” he groans out between kisses and bites, “is for - Astrals, your dripping - mated pairs who wish to - ugh, forget it.”

You whine at the loss of contact, his hand leaving your crotch with strings of your slick coming off of it. You shiver as he makes eye contact, licking his hand and stroking himself.

“Hands and knees.”

You’re both too gone to really comprehend what he said, but on your knees you and he both let out an audible moan as he sheathes himself in you in one stroke.

His pace is brutal right off the bat, slapping and squelching noises echoed around the room with his growls and grunts and whines. Your moaning just as loud as your arms give out and your face is buried against one of his dirty capes in your nest pile. You hold it tight to your face as Seruel continues his abuse on your body.

Just as you came for the first time, crying out his name, Seruel yanked you into a sitting position thrusting harder and more desperately. You felt more than heard the pop as he seated himself fully within you. You cried out as he let out a deep moan.

“Astrals, Love, you took my knot so well. I can’t wait to see you full of my cum, so full it drips down your thighs for days.”

As he rocks you slowly, giving you both the frictions you need, you feel him cum directly into your womb, settled snuggly against the tip of his dick.

“If this doesn’t get you pregnant, my love, no matter; we’ve got plenty of time,” Seruel murmurs in your ear, nipping the shell before groaning. He began rocking again.

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If it weren’t for the window of your room aboard the Grandcypher, you would have been unable to tell how much time has passed since Seruel began taking you. It’s been practically nonstop for the last few days, only taking a breather long enough for you and he to eat and drink what he has Naoise bring for you to. High fat, high energy foods were provided, though granted it was quickly worked off with the amount of sex you two were having.

Sometime during one of his last breeding sessions, he’s taking it a little slower, a little more rationale. Your on your back (a regular spot, recently) as he looms above you, one of your legs over his shoulder and the other spread wide. He looks focused.

“What’s wrong?”, you question hoarsely. Your voice is practically gone.

He thrusts. “I want you to be my mate.”

Embarrassed, you look away, but a particularly sharp thrust has you paying attention again.

“As my mate,” he said, thrusting harder and faster, “you’d be treated as a queen...nay, you would be a queen. My wife. The mother of my children.”

His thrusts were picking up again, and you were powerless to say anything other than “Astrals, yes.”

He roared - ROARED - when you took his knot this time, yanking you again into a sitting position and clamping down tight on your shoulder with his teeth. You screamed and came as he filled you with his seed again, your shoulder bleeding from the bite he gave you.

After a few moments, he turned you two on your sides and fell back into the nest.

You could see his face for the first time since after this had started, but he looked more coherent now. Sweaty, dominant and oh so sexy, but coherent nonetheless. His eyes kept flirting between your bleeding shoulder and your face, worry and fear slowly creeping into his eyes.

You giggled to the best of your fucked-out throat’s ability, and began stroking his hair. He flushed red, and mumbled something about you being too kind and cute for the sky.

He’d have to buy you a ring eventually, but for now the mark on your shoulder and the pup in your womb was enough for him.

[eyeofthetaiga]

further horny posting turn away

[causalitylinked]

———  BASICS  !

(PEN)NAME: livita, but everyone just calls me livi

PRONOUNS: she/her. i won’t throw a huge fuss if you call me they/them or he/him, though, because i understand not everyone would be able to remember what everyone’s pronouns are on this hellsite

ZODIAC  SIGN: aries-taurus cusp

TAKEN  OR  SINGLE:  single but not interested so whatever you do, please don’t seriously flirt with me, i’m begging

———  THREE  FACTS  !

i have a dog named ‘zuko’ i regularly walk. he’s a miniature american eskimo and for some reason, he really likes rice, oranges, and sponge cake, so me and my family like to joke that he’s an ‘asian dog’ instead of an american dog.

i know it’s probably a running joke at this point considering most of my muses are from very obscure fandoms, but the less mainstream a series is, the more likely it would be that i’m into it.

i may not want to have sex with anyone specific despite constantly being horny, but i still love reading h/entai because 2D coochie and d/ick is very 👌 imo.

———  EXPERIENCE  !

PLATFORMS USED: gaiaonline, quizilla, email, discord ( but i discovered it wasn’t for me due to the character limit ),

i think i’ve been roleplaying on tumblr ever since i was 17?? and as of now, i’m 25, so that would amount to... 8 years in total.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE  !

GENDER: male and masc-leaning muses, tbh. i mean, as much as i may adore writing with female muses, i don’t often tend to pick up female muses myself, due to the fact not many from canon series really appeal to me, to the point where you could say i’m just picky. /sweats while nervously gesturing to my muses list that contains only two female muses with the rest solely comprising of men and (1) non-binary person, whose gender is canonically a huge spoiler/not meant to be known until way later on in the game

honestly, it could be that i’m just very underwhelmed by the way people write/design women, but rarely would a female character make me go ‘!!!’ in the same way male characters usually would. also, even when i do like a female character’s design, their personality might not be eccentric enough to my tastes... but as soon i pull fiorito from granblue fantasy, i might add her to my multi. ofc, i would also pick up kokoro surugadai from monark too, if only because she’s autistic coded and i relate to her very heavily as a character, but she reads to me as a fifteen year old ( despite having attended college overseas ) and unlike with ryuto, aging her up would make me uncomfortable.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): as of recently, it has just been those from honkai impact, genshin impact, drakengard 3, and fire emblem: three houses, for simply... personal reasons i won’t get into here, but it’s not as if i won’t interact with muses that specifically stem from those series. i just might not follow or approach those blogs first.

MULTI OR SINGLE: despite the fact i have a multi, i’m honestly more used to running single muse blogs, but so far, i prefer single muse blogs if only because they’re much easier to organize and require less tags/pages to seem ‘complete’.

———  FLUFF  /  ANGST  /  SMUT  !  ♡    

FLUFF: i am a big fan of fluff, tbh. in fact, it doesn’t matter if it’s even platonic or romantic... i just like writing my muses hugging someone or expressing their affection for someone, because whenever it does happen, it’s really wholesome and makes my heart come alive. ofc, i may not get to write it as often as i’d like, but i honestly love those soft, tender moments between two muses who care about each other a lot.

ANGST: i’m not a fan of piling on angst with more angst for the sake of being edgy, cause there comes a point when it simply becomes too much, but angst with a happy ending is my sort of shit. i also like when muses react to/learn the sad stuff that happens in another muse’s past or muses talking about sad stuff with one another, whether it be about their own feelings or whatever it is that is currently troubling them.

SMUT: I LOVE SMUT. i just have to be in a certain headspace to be able to write it well, which is usually whenever i’m on my period or i am super horny. contrary to popular belief, though, i don’t exactly touch myself to smut rps or anything weird like that; in fact, beyond my face just being ‘C:<’, i don’t actually react much to smutty replies/asks, ooc speaking. ofc, i’ll try my best to portray my muses as canonly as possible when it comes to sexual scenarios even if their kinks don’t align with mine, but my favourite dynamic to write will definitely always be maledom/femsub.

PLOT  /  MEMES: memes, if only because i’m more of a wing it sort of roleplayer, meaning i would prefer sending in a meme and continuing the answer to that meme into a thread most of the time. honestly, it’s rare i would even come up with ideas on the fly, especially when it comes to muses from series i’ve never bothered getting into and besides, after recent events, i’m now hesitant to bring up rp stuff out of the blue all willy nilly, but if i jive with someone ooc *coughs* rae *coughs*, i can plot up a storm with them.

TAGGED BY: @sadamenai​ ( thank you for tagging me, sagi! <3333 )

TAGGING: @aaternum / @dis--parity / @chainedbystories / @blaschoice​ / @kwngo / @b-erserk​ / @s-talking / @firexflower / @macrcphylla / @more-than-a-princess​ / @despairfiles​ and whoever else would like to fill this out!

[cinnbar-bun]

New Event: 14 Unknown Lovers

Heyo~! Luna here, and I’m preparing for Valentine’s Day by taking requests for the two weeks leading up to the holiday. BUT! Here’s a new twist!

I’ve always wanted to give love to more under appreciated/not well known characters in different franchises, so this time, show your love for your under appreciated fave by throwing it in my inbox! The most requested 14 will get a day dedicated to themselves!

Rules:

In order to get the requests in, the deadline to request is JANUARY 30

No smut/spice

Only one character per request!

Reader will be gender neutral, so you don’t have to fear!

Also this is just a note but don’t be afraid to send in requests for females! I get an abundance of males so don’t feel shy if you want your best girl to get attention. Just ask!

Platonic ones are okay too! Just PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEEEEEASE specify! If you send in a kid character I will automatically assume platonic.

Fandoms you can request from:

Shuumatsu no Valkyrie/ Record of Ragnarok

Granblue Fantasy

FEH

Obey Me!

Brave Frontier

Love Nikki

Mystic Messenger

SLBP

Ikesen

Hypnosis Mic

Danganronpa

Doki Doki Literature Club

Mr. Villain’s Day Off

The Daughter of Albert House Wishes for Ruin

Bakarina

Jigokuraku

JJBA

[demialwrites]

Feower - Morning After

Waking up the morning after sex trope! Enjoy! For the older readers. Gender neutral.

Waking up next to Feower was horrifying. Not because you didn't want him there (fuck, did you want him there) but because what did you do? You tried to remove yourself from his side like removing a stain. That didn't work when you grimaced, legs promptly collapsing beneath you. You were so. Sore. "Leaving so soon? Where do you think you're going? Get back in bed." After being startled, you looked up to find Feower frowning down at you over the edge of the mattress. How is a person so pretty even while frowning? When you couldn't hide your expression, you were asked why? What's wrong? After receiving an unsatisfactory, and stammering, reply from you, his face grew sombre. You recoiled as if stabbed. Leave it to Feower to sharpen an expression into a weapon of its own kind. His rage would have been less scary. "Do you...regret it?" You got up again, repeating your denial furiously. "Captain," he growled, when you fell to the floor again. You conceded that the bed was the safest place right now. You sat next to him, knees up to your chest defensively. "Why are you being a fool?" he asked, his tone more gentle this time. "Because I-" Unable to say it aloud, you pressed your hands to your face. "Because I-" "You what?!" "Because I shouldn't have let this happen!" you blurted. You got the truth out but that just irritated Feower more. Let? As if he wasn't the other half of the equation?? As if he didn't consciously decide once wasn't enough for his first time and surprised you by jamming his tongue down your throat and likewise, his cock back inside you? "Ahhh," he said bitterly. "It's the age difference, isn't it?" Your expression once again gave it away. He joined your crew a teenager. While you watched him grow into an adult with your own eyes, you also aged a few years yourself. It's not like the age gap closed. You felt guilty. "I didn't think you would feel that way. You of all people, Captain." Although a big, giant fool, you didn't miss the sadness hidden in the venom of his words. And the implication. You, the most accepting person in the skies, couldn't accept a flimsy age gap? "Okay. You're right." You visibly deflated. Then you perked back up. "What if Tien shoots me?" Instead of growling, he replied flatly, "She won't. She trusts my decisions." You flinched. It may not be how he meant it but you weren't trusting his decision right now. You felt defeated then. You lay back on the bed and looked up at him, If I accept this, then what? He took your chin between thumb and finger, as if he was worried you would try to back away, and kissed your forehead. "Rest. You look tired." He lay down himself, facing away. You smiled at his bare back. You started to feel hopeful this could work out.