#i had fun <3

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Aramaki Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Canon AU (writer's choice) Prompt: Lazy Morning Sex (writer's choice) Gift Giver: @thecrimsonacademic

Summary: Lazy morning sex with admiral Aramaki is really only lazy for him. Hang in there. >.> He's not going to - ahem - leaf you alone.

Content Notes: inappropriate use of a devil fruit, vine bondage, bondage, plant-based-sex, teasing, edging, Aramaki doesn't get out of bed, use of good girl, mdni

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Aramaki woke from his peaceful sleep to the soft scent of coffee.

The perk of being at home was that you lived there. The bed, made for him, and maybe a little too big for you, was nice, but being able to sleep next to you, and with you, were really the best. He always slept better at home, and it was always difficult to will himself out of bed because of it.

You took such good care of him when he was home, and even more than that, holding down the proverbial fort for him while he was gone made it less of a burden for him to even have a home. Something he’d considered just getting rid of before meeting you. He wanted to do everything he could for you to show his appreciation.

Well, it wasn’t like he had to get out of bed to do that.

Vines crept from the bed and traveled along the wooden floors the short distance between the bedroom and the kitchen. He heard you gasp when he poked your leg, and the soft chuckle, and weak scolding you gave him for startling you carried down the hall.

“I’m almost done making coffee, shoo.” You say, gently pushing the vines away from your leg.

“Coffee can wait.” He mutters into the soft pillow. You might not have heard him clearly, but he’s sure you understood the tone.

Vines slip up your legs, careful and swift, giving you no time to argue. You could turn him away if you wanted to, he wouldn’t push you terribly, but there was little reason to stop him this morning. If you had to make another pot of coffee later, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

The vines braced you easily, lifting you off the floor a little. You expected him to drag you back into the bedroom, but instead he left you where you were, vines coiling under your night shirt. The flexible tendrils wriggled against you with knowing skill, tickling and tantalizing you at the same time. Soft little bubbles of laughter would turn into sweet gasps and moans as his vines wrapped carefully around the swell of your breasts, flicking at the hardening nubs of your nipples.

“Ah-Aramaki… wait,” you gasp as the vines spread your legs and pull your arms behind your back. Coiled vines rub against your slit, and the bumpy surface teases your clit with every motion.

“Don’t hold back,” he says the words softly but you can hear them easily as they vibrate along his vines. “I want to hear you, sweet sapling, and feel you.” The vines tighten against you, hugging you close as the coiled length pushes into you with ease.

You cry out at the sweet pleasure, realizing as he moves inside you that the number of vines are increasing, slowly stretching you to mimic the size of your lover. Vines coiled against your feet, rubbed coolly against your thighs, supporting you and keeping you in place at the same time. They rolled along your arms and against your back, keeping you immobile and comforted in the same motion.

The pleasure between your thighs was heightened by the flick and coil of smooth vines teasing your breasts. Soft lengths of foliage pressed against your lips, parting them and caressing the side of your face, letting your breathy moans out into the kitchen.

Even with him still laying in bed, you could feel his eyes on you, the rough sensation of his hands moving over your body. The way he seemed to devour you even if he was several feet away.

The cold slick of a wet vine lapping at your clit makes you cry out in surprise and pleasure, squirming against the rising bliss that’s crackling through a body that can do little more than shiver within the pliant, and smooth bark-covered vines holding it in place. Your toes curl and your fingers flex as you begin to pant into the air, blood rushing through you as your heart beat quickens.

“Ara… Aramaki, please, please!” You gasp as the euphoria builds. You know he’s riding you along the edge of it on purpose, the ebb and surge of pleasure is too controlled. It ebbs again and you whimper.

The coil of vines deep in your wet pussy twist and swell in response, stretching you more than you had been before. The dull ache is nothing compared to the desperate need and you wail frustration and desire as the pleasure ebbs again.

The sound ripped from your lips was apparently the song he wanted this morning. The vines inside and out ply favors from your sweetest spots and the rush of euphoria is too much.

“Cum.” The command is viscerally growled into your very being, and you obey.

Every muscle in your body snaps taut as pleasure crackles like lightning through you. The relentless assault pries a primal, lusty sound from your throat as you try uselessly to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. The messy wet sound of your orgasm drips onto the floor as the vines move you toward the bedroom.

Sense comes back to you as the vines deposit you carefully onto Aramaki’s broad chest. Teary, a little too senseless still to stop from drooling on him, you sigh from the warmth and the sensation of the vines leaves you. His hand is on your back soothingly as you rest against him.

“Good girl,” he muses, the rumble of his voice as soothing as a purr against your skin. The word alone makes you moan involuntarily, and the soft knowing chuckle from him makes your skin flush with embarrassed warmth.

“Another, warmer round, my sweet sapling?” He prompts, tilting his comfortable body enough to catch your gaze. “One just as satisfying, I promise.”

Vines shift you just a little and the hard, hot, throbbing head of your lover’s cock presses into your labia. You want to argue that your poor pussy is already aching, but the truth of it wouldn’t be lost to Aramaki. He knows you down to your roots.

You were aching, certainly, but with need, not pain.

[altruistic-meme]

hi in case you were wondering where i was all of yesterday :) went to momocon for a day, failed to beat the world record of spiderpeople for the second time (though we were closer this year!), met several absolutely amazing bsd cosplayers (including these absolutely stunning people who were the fucking. prettiest. ever. i was so ready to pass out talking to them.), my sister laughed after we took the photo and asked me if they were the villains bc I was making a scared face lmao, and I FOUND SOME BSD STUFF 😭 one sticker and the nendroid dolls!! also 2 other figures that were $320 each and I could. not buy.

anyway. yeah :)

[dogsplayingpoker]

had the worst pumpkin pie of my life at the school halloween party this evening ladies

[cnnamonrolls]

@lychniscitrus @lower-ones-eyes @multi-lefaiye @abouttogetshellshocked @icarian-angel spspsp after this i will. Go :3

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[brainrotcharacters]

When irl pisses me off, I rewatch the Honda Odyssey scene to relax

[catsharky]

Create cool summer treats for your vampire with this one neat trick

[artist-rat]

fine dining at the blushing mermaid. with the boogieboys

[agoldengalaxy]

baldurs gate 3 companion headcanons:

- gale talks in his sleep

- astarion once made karlach laugh so hard that she sprayed fire out of her nose

- shadowheart can and will hurt anyone on purpose, but if she accidentally hits someone/steps on their foot she secretly feels REALLY bad about it

- when karlach told gale she hadn’t read a book since primary school he nearly passed out

- wyll is an emotional drunk. he has cried about the stars being beautiful and about how proud he is of his companions

- lae’zel learned her favorite trick from some of the tiefling children: sticking her tongue out at people she hates

- when she thinks everyone is asleep, jaheira sings old lullabies. minsc and wyll are the only ones who have heard, but they don’t say anything because they don’t want her to stop

- the children love to put flowers in halsin’s hair. he loves it too, and will return the favor if they ask. he once did it to an unenthusiastic astarion, who ended up secretly liking it

- minsc takes the BEST care of his nails. boo’s too, obviously. he has let yenna paint them once or twice

- everyone has a lowkey crush on wyll

- when no one is looking, astarion likes to feed and pet scratch and the owlbear, making comments about how they’re the cutest ones there (besides him) and no one gets him like they do

- karlach asked wyll for dance lessons. she never quite gets the hang of it, but she has fun, and wyll is proud of her

- astarion and shadowheart pretend to hate each other, but gossip about everyone else when they’re not looking

- everyone actually really enjoys gale’s cooking but they’d rather die than admit that

- girls night: shadowheart and lae’zel are at each other’s throats with daggers. karlach is passed out on the floor. jaheira is drinking all the ale she can find. everything’s on fire. the next day they look back on this fondly

- boys night: halsin and gale are laying on the ground to look at the stars, stoned out of their minds. wyll and astarion are pouring their hearts out to each other. minsc and boo are making dirt castles. the next day they pretend none of it happened

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[oatmealdoodles]

they are literally THE step sisters ever

Also technically after pride but whatever

[saradiation]

Hey it's that time of the year again :D

HAPPY 413! 🎂

[silkysong]

do u ever wonder what goes on in there

[araneapeixes]

silly comic idea I've been chipping away at :) welcome tomy shadowheart poly shipping propaganda show

[voltaical-art]

do you guys ever think about how Wyll is introduced as an archetypal fantasy hero, but then it turns out he’s a warlock, who made a pact with a devil. Do you ever think about how Ansur is described as this fantastical dragon of myth, but then when you find him, he’s turned into an undead monstrosity. Do you think about how when Wyll does the right thing, he is punished to become more monstrous. Do you think about how as Wyll’s warlock powers grow, his spells get more horrific. Do you think about how Ansur was killed by his closest friend. Do think about how Wyll was cast out by the most important person in his life. do you guys ever think about Ansur and Wyll.

[hyolks]

nina's a little bit older here but she's still very much a little sister to them!!