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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 days ago

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Meet the Family 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Note: I love writing toxic people.

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“Mr. Hansen--” You begin, choking on your error, “Lloyd, my flight--”

“Christ, I told you, cancel it. I’ll add the difference to your next check,” he grits under his breath.

You plant your feet, shifting despite your effort as he keeps his grip on your hand. He turns back with a grunt.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“No, what are you doing?” You throw back. “What the hell is going on?”

“First, watch that sweet mouth of yours. Second, we’ve been through this, Pixie pie. You just need to play along,” he keeps his voice low and peeks over his shoulder. “Loosen up a bit.” He loosens his hold on you and runs his hand up your sleeve. “Hm, I guess I shoulda told you to dress up a bit.”

“What?” You look down at your black cotton tea-length dress. You chose it for comfort but it’s not entirely frumpy. The ribbed stockings might not add much to the attire however.

“Just...” He grabs your shoulders and nudges them back, “push the chest out a bit.”

“Ugh,” you clasp onto his wrists, “stop. Okay. I’ll stay for dinner but I can’t miss my flight--”

“You have to,” he argues.

“You realise this is wildly inappropriate,” you say.

“Do you really expect anything different?” He tweaks a brow. “You’re staying. I’m not doing this alone. I put it off for a decade already--”

“Jesus--”

“No blasphemy either,” he lets go of you and presses his finger to your lips. You growl and shove his hand away.

“I want a bonus, a big bonus--”

He hushes you and waves his hands. He leans back and once more looks over his shoulders. “Later. We’ll deal with numbers in private. Right now, you need to come meet your in-laws.”

You squint at him. It’s an act, you remind yourself, but something about his commitment to it makes you uneasy. You know better than to believe a word that comes out of his mouth but there’s a degree of earnestness in him that’s unsettling.

“Baby, please, don’t look at me like that,” he steps closer, “I need you to look at me like I’m the second coming, okay? We’re madly in love, you and I.” Your eyes widen and he sighs, “okay, you’re not scared of me.”

You neutralise your expression and blow out a long breath. You shake away the tension and shrug. It’s as good as you can do.

“Here,” he grabs your wrist and turns, guiding your arm through his, “just smile pretty for me.”

He hooks your elbow with his and urges you onward. You steel yourself for the room of strangers as their voices drift through the archway.

You enter the front room and quickly scan the space; there’s a large-mouthed hearth, lit and draped in evergreen and berries; a long cream sectional, a matching duo of armchairs, and a chaise in the same shade; a low glass coffee table with a golden perch and a console table in a similar style along the wall crowded with bottles and crystal; an area rug in a smooth white with patterns in dulcet beige and rich butterscotch; and the low din is cast by tea lights daintily set around the space in glass holders and candelabra.

More pressing than the decor are the bodies that fill the room. You recognise Ransom as he speaks with an older woman with short white hair and thick-framed glasses. She wears a red pantsuit with a gold blouse. Very festive.

You glance over at Lloyd and take him in fully. You hadn’t paid much attention for the whirlwind all around. He wears a pair of evergreen slacks and a sweater with a reindeer's face on the front. He wouldn’t even let you put tinsel on your desk but now he’s dressed like a kid in a holiday parade.

“Looks like someone didn’t get the memo,” a tall blonde woman approaches with a glass of pale wine in hand. You try not to look with concern at her rounded middle; it sticks out starkly as her long limbs are thin and lithe. “A very grim Christmas indeed.”

“Lillian,” Lloyd faces the woman about his own height. She has his eyes and his lips. You assume their relation before he declares it. “My sister, Pixie,” he gestures to her carelessly.

“Older sister,” she preens and rests her hand on her swollen stomach. Your eyes flick away from the crystal in her hand.

“By about thirty-one seconds,” Lloyd scoffs.

“Oh, sweetie, it’s non-alcoholic,” she swirls the wine in her glass, “she’s so tiny and quiet.”

“Ahem,” you clear your throat, “it’s nice to meet you.”

She laughs, “oh, so polite. Entirely not his type.”

You try not to react. You agree. You know the women that Lloyd really likes. You’ve screened their calls until they just give up on getting a second date.

“Believe it or not, Lil, you’re not everyone’s type,” Lloyd retorts. “I think your ex-husband would agree. The second one too.” Lloyd lifts his chin and looks around, “is the third here or are we on number four?”

“Lovely,” she spits. “Love you too, brother.”

He shakes his head and draws you away from her. She raises her brows and her glass and sips. You let him take you away. You already despise most of these people. The room radiates with derision. Your family might have some grudges but there’s a general air of good will.

“I need a drink,” he mutters.

You gladly follow him to the table. He pours himself a tumbler from the boxy decanter. He sighs as he picks it up but stops himself from drinking.

“Well, help yourself,” he says.

You hesitate but not for long. You need something if you’re going to get through this. You pour yourself some chardonnay and sidle away from the table. You check your watch as you raise your glass.

“Don’t fucking worry about your flight,” he hisses under his breath. ��If I’m not getting out of this, you aren’t either.”

“But why?” You ask behind the glass.

“Not right now,” he warns and nods at another figure as they approach. “Uncle Benson.”

“Junior,” the man returns. You drink your wine and don’t comment on the epithet. “Where’s the old man?”

“Where he always is,” Lloyd replies.

“Mm, and this is...” the older man looks at you pointedly, dipping his chin to do so.

“Pixie. My fiancee,” Lloyd answers dully, almost deflating.

“Benson,” the man offers his hand, “but a pretty girl like you can call me Benny.”

“Benny,” Lloyd repeats to himself in confusion.

You shake Benson’s hand, “um, thanks, nice to meet you.”

“Mm, very nice to meet you,” he lifts your hand and smushes his lips to your knuckles. He clings to you, petting your hand. “You’re gorgeous, what’re you doing with this lump?”

“Uncle,” Lloyd drones.

“Adorable,” Benson inches closer, “my inheritance is bigger than his, among other things.”

“Alright,” Lloyd snatches your hand away from him, “go have some water, Benson,” he growls, “think you’ve been into the brandy.”

“I’d like to get into something else,” Benson snickers.

You almost laugh, despite your disgust. You’ve heard that line before. Lloyd puts himself between you and the older man. “I think that’s why Carolyn filed the papers, huh.”

“Oh, you little twat,” Benson snarls. “Fine, fine, I’ll leave you to disappoint her on your own.”

Lloyd tuts and shakes his head as the man lumbers off. He turns around and drains his glass. It’s strange, seeing him in his natural habitat; he’s not so ‘alpha’ here.

“Let’s get the rounds over with.” He grumbles.

Your wine lasts you through the introductions. Two more uncles; Carter and Linus, along with their wives, Andrea and Angela. Then the full-blooded aunts; four of them, Raquel, Shanna, Beatrice, and Lana. All of them tall, blonde, and bold in their own way. Then a batch of cousins you can’t keep sorted; Ransom and his mother Linda, among them, with no explanation as to the rest of their tribe.

Lloyd pours himself more whiskey. You abstain from a refill and stand near the wall, observing the wilderness of entitled trust-funders. It explains so much yet inspires so many more questions. You never expected Lloyd to be the dark horse.

“Lonely?” The timbre startles you along with the twisting pinch on your ass.

You yipe and snag the attention of several sets of eyes around the room, not least of all Benson, drooling over another snifter of dark alcohol. You swat Ransom’s hand away and face him amid the row of laughter. Despite the airs they put on, your audience is more amused than appalled.

“Where’s your prince, huh?” Ransom asks. “All that whiskey and...” He holds up his index then lets it go limp, “don’t think it’ll be a very peppy after party, sweetheart.”

You sniff and cross your arms. These people are at least consistent, grossly so. It makes you wonder why Lloyd was so insistent that you watch your mouth, especially when you’ve never stooped to his level before.

“Is it much of a party if there’s only one attendee?” You counter.

He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, “what?”

“Nothing,” you shake our head. You don’t need to explain the joke. Besides, this is all fake. Don’t let it get to you.

“So, how long did he wait to put that ugly thing on your finger?” Ransom asks.

You shrug, “long enough.”

“Did he do the whole schtick? Get down on one knee? Put the ring in your wine glass?” He prods.

“I’ll let him tell the story,” you say.

“Hm, never knew a woman so unexcited about a wedding,” he snorts.

“Maybe I’m just unexcited by my company,” you back away as his hand jiggles at his side. You eye his fingers, wary of another pinch.

“Fine, marriage is boring anyways. What’s his favourite position? I always figured he lets the ladies do all the work,” he snickers.

You stare at him. Not quite as offended as annoyed. You could ask him which hand he uses but you are not letting Lloyd drag you that low. Why are you even letting him put your through this?

“Hugh,” Lloyd appears and slides his arm over your shoulders.

“Little L,” Ransom retorts dryly.

“Shut up,” Lloyd sneers as you resist the urge to shrug him off of you.

“Where were you then? Leaving your woman all on her lonesome,” Ransom rubs his fingers together subtly and you scowl at him.

“Broke the seal,” Lloyd deflects. “What do you care? You wanna hold it next time?

“Hands are too big,” Ransom cackles.

“Speaking of,” you pipe up. “The bathroom, where would that be?”

Lloyd clucks and looks down at you, “down the hall, opposite the kitchen.”

“Thanks,” you carefully slip away from him, “I’ll be back.”

“Wait,” Lloyd catches your arm and pulls you back. “Not without this.”

He leans in before you can react. He bends to press his lips to yours and you can’t repress a surprised squeak. He purrs and the vibration makes your skin crawl. What on earth?!

You part and ignore the stares you can feel all around. Not just from Ransom but the rest of the room. What is he doing? That’s so embarrassing.

You force a smile, “uh, be back.”

You spin and scurry away. That room, those people, are suffocating, and Lloyd, not least of all. You hide in the bathroom, locking the door, and you take the moment of stillness to think. Big mistake as it all starts to set in.

You drove all the way here under false pretenses. It’s believable that Lloyd would forget to bring the gifts. That tracks but this? The whole pretending to be engaged? What is his game? Is he really trying to impress anyone or is he torturing you? Why?

You can’t figure any of it out. You gave up trying to understand your boss ages ago, you suppose you should do the same with these people and just get through this. For all your trouble, the food better be fucking delicious.

You let yourself out of the bathroom and flatten against the door as you nearly collide with another person. Lillian nearly stomps right over you as she holds her stomach and rushes down the hallway. She lets out a sigh.

“Oh, are you done in there? I’m splitting at the seams,” she trills.

“Um, yeah, all done,” you sidle away from the door.

“Could I trouble you for some help?” She asks. “This thing,” she pats her stomach, “I can get down but I can’t get up.”

“Hm?” You furrow your brow in confusion, “help?”

“We’re both girls,” she giggles. “And we’ll be sisters soon enough, won’t we?”

“Um.”

“You know, a pregnancy at my age, I really can’t strain myself,” she explains.

“Oh, er, I guess--”

“Thanks, sweetie,” she nudges you back into the bathroom. You have no choice as she heard you through.

You stare at the wall as she slams the door and hustles over to the toilet. She pulls up her white dress and turns to sit, her silhouette a blur in your peripheral. You flick your eyes to the ceiling and bounce on your heels.

Her stream flows out and fills the tense silence. She sighs.

“Thank the lord,” she groans. “I swear, the little twerp is right on my bladder right now.”

“Mm,” you nod and glance at the door.

“I knew we should’ve gone with a surrogate,” she sniffs. “A piece of advice, when he puts one in you, make him suffer.”

“Puts one...” you blink. “Um, I don’t...”

“I mean, he’ll have to start trying as soon as the wedding night,” she laughs. “He’s getting up there. His swimmers won’t be as fast, will they? And the way he drinks, they’ll be too groggy to know which way is which.”

“Um, we’ll worry about the wedding first--”

“Enjoy it. Once you’re tied down, it’s not very much fun,” she says as she tears of tissue. “Alright then, darling, I need you.”

You do your best not to see all of her. She reaches for you and you get close. You pull her up to her feet and she squeezes past you to the sink. You look at the toilet and shut the lid, flushing it with a push of the button. She washes her hands with a hum.

“You’ll be so adorable when you’re big. Like an overstuffed teddy bear,” she chimes. “He’ll love that. He always did hate feeling small.” She twists off the faucet and dries her hands. “You must make him feel like the man he wishes he was.”

You just look at her. You have no true reason to defend Lloyd, but because she’s so smug it irks you. You look her in the face, even if you feel ridiculous having to look up.

“Well, he can piss on his own, so I think he’s just fine,” you step around her and swing open the door. The silence that follows you is the only satisfying thing about that night.

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clitorphosis · 2 months ago

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AMATO AMAR PERDONA

notes: the title is taken from The Divine Comedy, Canto 5(second circle) of Inferno. Initially this was an idea I wanted to include in my other fanfiction, so I guess this can be considered as a bonus.

Priest Leon S. Kennedy x female reader | 18+ MDNI. smut, female reader, light religious themes, Leon is a priest, blowjob, blasphemy kink, improper use of confessional booth, snowball kiss, semi public sex.

tags: @sprawberry

After years of fighting B.O.W, he finally sets on something calm, helping and saving people without risking his own life, but as time passes by, a bitter realization hits Leon harder than he expected; that not everyone was born for this. Maybe it is adrenaline addiction or without noticing he had found comfort in his misery at that time, but he is grateful that the routine incorporated easily into one’s life as deeds accumulate, overshadowing any thoughts about changing his life again and he didn’t have any other way other than focusing on the work.

The church is old and is not located in the best place, which tends to have windy weather. He suspected those are reasons why the building doesn’t have a lot of visitors, not like people are deeply religious nowadays either. Sometimes it feels like walls are thinner than paper, the wind brushes and whispers sweet, quiet nothings, barely audible to human ears while Leon prepares for his tasks or just lollygags during his free time. It has been said that airy currents can bring many unwanted things; pebbles, the leaves during the autumn season and the smells that disclose people’s secrets. He could never have expected it to bring a woman into his life, making it more colorful than any light arrays coming from the glass-stained windows in his church. From a small spark, a Great flame has risen.

The only thing he needed to do was to help you with your husband’s funeral, but he fucked this up. Really fucked up all this, his mind was repeating multiple times that it was his job to console you, he should have put down your little advances, but he couldn’t, deep down the urge to delve into something prohibited was stronger. The conflict between his morality and passion had died down in two shakes of a lamb's tail. Your appearance was like a quick bullet going through his routine and destroying it, adding the thrill that consumed the guilt he was supposed to feel. Little touches of your fingers, while no one is looking, quickly have moved to more intimate encounters, indulging in each other’s body on the altar, under the eyes of Jesus.

Some days, even the confessional booth was filled with your voice, telling him your desires and how much you want him to fuck your brains out of your head, to make you a dumb slut in front of the son of God and there has never been a trace of shame in your words. A long time ago he deduced a devil would sound like you; with a sweet-sweet intonation describing, in the holy place and not trying to hide all details, how his cock would fill nicely your pussy. Leon’s mind didn’t help much in those cases either. It has always vividly recalled how good your moans echo against the walls of the church. Either there is no need to imagine anything he hasn’t already done in this building, every cranny has heard and the All-seeing eye has witnessed you indulging in the temptation of each other’s body. The gentle love transforms into a deadly sin, but it is better to suffer in hell together, than alone.

His cock was already hard, tucked out, stroking it with his hand while his blue eyes are set on your knelt state. He tugs your hair, pulling you closer to his aching length, pushing it against your lips. They almost envelop its head, the soft and plush skin of them on it, he keeps tracing and brushing his tip, smearing a little bit of his already leaking precum but not letting you go any further. Almost all day passed without even a light touch which is too much for him, a man like him can have a quick good time, and teasing himself was a bad decision.

“Daddy Kennedy, that’s not polite to make a lady wait” Your tongue peeks out to lick away the bitter substance on your lips, teeth bite down slightly on the lower skin after tongue retreated. His grip on your hair tightened, cracking out a smile and pushing your head closer now.

“It is ‘Father Kennedy’” his correction leaves his mouth quickly, leading to a light slap on your lips with his cock as a silent command to open your mouth. “and I still didn’t hear any holy words from this mouth”

You loll out the tongue, feeling him dragging his leaking head against the exposed wet surface, smearing and filling your tastebuds with the bitterness of his precum, which makes more saliva pool in your mouth. The man in front of you not only teases himself but you too.

“What do we say?” He inquires breathlessly, his blue orbs almost shining from intensity and heat in the dimly lightened booth. He slaps his cock on your tongue inducing a soft wet sound to escape when it connects with the flesh.

“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and corrupted your man.” Your eyes keep the contact with Leon’s as the prayer leaves your mouth quickly, something you have already repeated a billion times and he is already familiar with those words, not his first time to hear from one’s lips and it wouldn’t be the last time. This is so boring in the end, repenting feverly about something you can’t help but spit on. So why not alter it? Punishment is much more tempting than forgiveness. Your lips ghost on his aching cock, movements of your tongue brush more against the tip, flicking ‘accidentally’ at it and leaving him to covet for more. “Alas, I don’t detest all my sins cause the pain of hell is more alluring than the pleasures of heaven”

“Do I need to teach you everything?” Leon’s voice breaks the silence with a rough tone after you alter the prayer. You wish he would strike you, but he doesn’t. His attention shifts, watching a string of saliva dripping along his flesh from the tip of your tongue. Your eyes are on his face, meeting his gaze and not wavering. “Don’t you have any shame in that body of yours? Carrying on your whoring so openly in front of me” There is a silence, but even with the lack of his order you can grasp what he wants right now; the grip on your hair lessens, letting you be more free in your actions. “But be not afraid, my dove, this don’t disgust me, I am here to absolve you from your sins”

You don’t need to be ordered around to know what he implies. His body shudders when your lips embrace his cock in the wet and warm sensations around him, your hand slides down with your mouth along the length until you reach the base. Leon doesn’t notice how his own palm returns its grip on your hair, his hips buck up pushing you deeper to get more from your mouth already. A greedy bastard you would call him. Deep inside guilt tries to crawl out, but your mouth around him let this bullshit disappear and focus on how your tongue flicks against the head, playing with the sensitive spot under the tip, while your hand keeps pumping along the flesh, spreading the dripping saliva with every stroke. The acolyte corrupted by a widow, he should be drowning in guilt and beg for forgiveness of the Lord, but the sight of you in between his legs reminds him that God can’t give a blowjob in the confessional booth, maybe is that what’s tempting.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned, my last confession was a year ago” Leon’s ears catch another woman’s voice, pulling him out of overflowing pleasure. This can’t be you, your mouth is busy with his cock and for a brief moment, he felt his blood hitch in his veins, at this hour usually there are no visitors, but seems this isn’t your lucky day. Your head halts its movements, keeping his cock in your warm and wet mouth, looking at him with a clear surprise. An idea sparkles in your mind, and you try to move more, to push his buttons and see him struggle cause of your doings, but his hand prevents this by giving a quick tap on the back of your head; ‘Don’t move’. A quiet sob before a trembling voice speaks up again. “I accuse myself of adultery, I have been eyeing and lusting for the man who isn’t my husband, God, I-…I am so sorry”

O the irony of the situation having someone confess the sin of lust while you are kneeling in between his legs. His hand grips harder your hair to tilt your head better so the tip rubs against the soft and velvet of your cheek, stretching it and he can feel your drool roll down, staining his pants. Leon takes a brief peek at the shadowed figure in the grilled window, trying to recollect himself. Shaky breath leaves his lips, listening to a woman’s words fill the space, his blue eyes dart down to your messy frame; trying to swallow your saliva. Leon can’t keep still himself, his hips start rolling into your mouth, enjoying the wetness of your tongue brushing along his sliding length. The pleasure makes it too hard to stay still, making him greedier for more. Your tongue flicks on his tip every time his cock moves back and forth slowly, leading his head rests against the wooden wall behind him, his half-lidded gaze keeps eye contact with you.

“Have you given into the temptation?” Leon asks. His voice feels so sensual to your ears, but they aren’t addressed to you. The poor woman whispers something, but you don’t catch her words cause your attention is mostly on the dick in your mouth.

His cock slides further, the tip rubs against the back of the throat provoking it to squeeze and tighten around him nicely and you try not to gag, not to sink too deep but your efforts are useless. His grip holds you well as he pushes you lower, highlighting his control over you right now. Drool drips more, its excess gathering at the corners of your mouth. There can be heard some noises coming from you, sending pleasant vibrations over every nerve of his body, but those wet sounds get muffled by his own heavy voice and shaky voice, trying to control it and not to get caught. This wouldn’t do anything good for his reputation.

“I can hear you rue your sin… my child, so…” he swallows hard, pausing to admire your messy state; eyes are watered, some tears roll down and your cheeks are stained with mascara, your face starts to get redder and the lack of oxygen makes you feel lightheaded, holding your breath to not mess with your gag reflex. “God is… All-forgiving..” Another heavy sigh leaves his mouth, trying to control his voice and not to groan as you swallow the excess saliva, provoking another jolt of pleasure running through his body. The warmth and how you struggle made him almost choke on the moan and forget what he was saying. If not for that lady, he would be already face fucking you without any obstacles. He swallows hard again, his tone is lower now, but there is an audible shakiness. “Repent your sins and pray to be shielded” A pause, staring at you with a darkened and burned gaze. “By the temptation of the devil… my child“

He knows well who is the devil here. His voice almost breaks in a high-pitched tone at the end of the sentence, when he rolled his hips into you, again to grind his tip into the back of your throat, his leaking tip from precum fills your taste buds again and you swallow some of the salivas, making tight walls clench around him, almost begging to cum. Personally, Leon doesn’t have the patience to keep that visitor any longer here, it gets much harder to keep his voice steady and right now his own pleasure is much more important than one’s problem. And he is nothing but a man. Hearing a mumble of prayer on the other side of the booth. His grip lessens on your hair, giving you control of your movements. You pull back, letting air to reach your lungs finally. Your lips create a strand of saliva between his dick and your glistening and swollen lips, inhaling greedily for air, while his mouth is covered by palm, trying to not groan which threatens to crawl out from his lips cause of the messy sight in front of him. His struggle is like an addiction, you can’t stay away from him right now, your lips return to pepper his cock with kisses, making him twitch in the hot air of narrow space and you sink down with your mouth, sucking on the tip while hand returns to pump his length, watching him struggling not to moan. Too bad he got lucky, the other voice ceased to exist, leaving him with you.

“That’s how you pray, sweet dove” Leon teases, the corners of his lip tugging up into a smirk. You hum, sending another wave of pleasure. Another flick and he feels his balls tighten, his cock throbbing in your mouth and his fingers return to your hair, taking control of your movements back into his hands. “Such a good little thing, fuck…” Leon mumbles, feeling beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He chases the rising pleasure in his body, his hips bucking to meet your face. Deepening thrusts, his head grinds against your throat. Another low moan escapes his lips. “Sucking so well, God made you for this, right?”

All he can see is your messy face, sloppily taking him so well, Leon is so focused on you and your mouth, his orgasm approaches quicker than he expected. His body shudders and with the last thrust his cock throbs for the last time and spurts out a load of cum, filling your mouth. His legs feel numb, and with a heavy gaze he is watching your mouth fill with his fluid so well. Leon’s mind is still under the influence of his orgasm and the post-nut clarity doesn’t hit him, so he doesn’t register how you get up so quickly, your hand lays on his stubbled cheek to pull him into a kiss. Mouth opened kiss. Your tongue doesn’t shy to intrude into his mouth, sloppily kissing him and passing the warm, slightly sticky, and salty substance into his mouth. His own cum. His taste. It fills his mouth and a moan crawls out against your lips. He pulled you tightly against his body, kissing you back harder, tongue probing and sliding against each other, playing and mixing his cum with your salivas. His Adam’s apple bobs and he swallowed it, the devil cocktail, feeling hot underneath his collar. Leon pulls back from a kiss, a string of fluids connects your lips, and if there was more time, he would fuck you on some of the wooden pews or better, on the altar. Alas, all he can do right now is to reach for your mouth to trace along the swollen and wet flesh of your lower lip. Not like his are better right now, he can still taste himself on the tip of his tongue.

“The god has freed you from your sins” he whispers, still panting heavily and his gaze is intently observing you with a deep, burning desire.

“Amen, Father” you respond.

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etheries1015 · 10 months ago

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imagine you decided to do a cooking date with a bunch of your friends. your mid sentence explaining the next instructions for the recipe y’all chose and you notice something on malleus’ cheek. do without even so much as thinking you lick your finger and wipe it away like a mom does with her kids. you didn’t even stop talking but your friend i can’t comprehend the words your saying because that was so??? domestic?! and to THE malleus draconia of all people? your audacity?!

bonus points if sebek is there in the background blue screening

All of your friends just stop and stare with jaws ajar and eyes wide as a bug- silence taking over. A wooden spoon slowly drops out of Ace's hand, Deuce doesn't notice that his shirt is caught in the mixing bowl... I can sense a lot of chaos ensuing here.

Malleus doesn't take it as a gesture of romance or anything of that nature, he simply thanks you after the initial shock. He is rather comfortable with your touch at this point, it wasn't beyond you to show physical affection in one way or another. Besides, he's the prince, you wouldn't want him to walk around with food on his face, would you?

Sebek in the back struggles to choke out the words of anger and blasphemy he would typically throw at you, instead standing there with ghost-white eyes and his mouth open far (Y'know, kind of like the scream? I'm sure you see the vision.) This lasts for about a whole five minutes before his face turns red and his reaction finally catches up with his words.

This was very cute thank you for sharing <3

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannons

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diamondheartyux · 3 months ago

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Cleanse Me

little blasphemy, lot of smut x Mingi

Genre: Smut ⚠️18+ only!⚠️

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: religious themes, aggression, pet names (my fave), more good girl'ing in here (also a fave, my bad), a little derogatory language (sorry....but like, it's hot okay?)

This is part one of my smutty priest series I aptly named The Cumenant: Sinful Sacraments. It has 8 chapters with one bonus chapter, but I currently only have four parts out! Every story deals with religion in some smutty way and it's kind of fun to write. Hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!

ETA: I have a playlist for this series! It's all the vibes.

He shoves me forward and I stumble, catching myself on the wooden wall as my knees hit the seat inside. My chest heaves as my breath comes in quick, short rasps. My stomach flutters in anticipation as I hear the door shut with a slam. The space is barely big enough for one person, much less two but somehow he’s managed to force us in here together. I look over at my shoulder to catch him staring at me, his eyes scanning my body. He runs his tongue over his lips and I shiver, squeezing my thighs together. He takes a long, slender hand and runs it up the middle of my back into my hair before he swiftly gathers it in his fist, snatching my head backwards.

A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. He takes his free hand to my waist, squeezing my hips before running his hand down my thigh, guiding my knee onto the fabric lined seat, his robes brushing against my skin slightly. The feeling sending a flutter straight to my core.

Another tug of my hair frees another moan from my lips. His face comes closer and I feel his breath on my cheeks as he rasps in my ear.

“Quiet little chick. You don't want anyone in the church to hear, do you?”

The last words are higher in tone than the rest of the sentence indicating the smirk on his lips. I shiver, a total mess in his hands and quite the contrast to when I came here.

His lips meet my bare shoulders, kissing slowly up to my neck, stopping to nibble below my ear lightly. His hand runs from my knee, up my thigh to my stomach before diving down the front of my skirt. His fingers brush against me teasingly and I push my hips forward, desperate for friction.

A deep moan hits my ears before he chuckles. “So needy. Are you that desperate to be touched by the word of God or is it the hands of the messenger you seek?”

The words send a jolt through me that pools between my legs. His fingers slide down further, making lazy circles on my clit. It's just enough to leave me wanting more. Desperate for more of him, I reach my hand back to grab him, fisting his robes between my fingers.

I rock my hips against his hand, his lips traveling across every inch of available skin. He tugs my hair again and I let out a small squeak. In one swift motion, his hands leave me and flip me around to face him.

My body pressed against his in this small space. His hands find my hips, squeezing as he presses his lips to mine. I sigh against his mouth, grateful for the contact. He kisses me softly with a sweetness that contrasts to the huskiness in his voice.

He nips my bottom lip with his teeth, his tongue slipping in my mouth as I groan at the act. Our tongues dance back and forth, tasting each other with an urgency. My body hums as it presses against his and my hands run up his toned arms then up to wrap around his neck.

With great finesse, he spins us around to where his back is the seat and mine is to the door. He pulls his lips from mine and I whimper at the absence of them against mine. He sits down, his robes cascading around him, before he pats his leg.

“Come here, little chick” he mutters softly, the sound almost a deep groan. I don't even think. My body immediately moves as I toss my legs on the sides of his to straddle him. His hands come to rest on my waist, squeezing lightly before sliding down to cup my ass. The touch sends a shiver through me, my body aching for more.

I lean in to press my lips against his once more, groaning as the velvety warmth of them connect to mine again. The need leaks from my mouth into him and I find myself grinding my hips against his lap, desperate for friction. A chuckle leaves his lips and I catch it with mine, swallowing it as if it were the oxygen I needed in my lungs.

I pull myself away from his face and begin to kiss down his jaw to his neck, stopping to pepper the area with soft kisses and small nibbles. My teeth connect with the sensitive skin of his neck and I hear him draw in a sharp breath before his hands squeeze my ass. I grin and, like the tease I am, do it again. After the third time, instead of inhaling, he lets out a small growl and a hand lifts off my ass only to connect with it again seconds later.

The slap makes me jump, the sting hurting just enough to be pleasurable. Just enough to turn me on even more. My hands roam his robes as I suckle softly on a spot on his neck right below his ear. Bunching them up as my hands descend, I begin to desperately search for the fastenings of his pants. I needed to touch him.

He arches his hips forward slightly when my hands find the top of his pants, the bulge in the front prominent. My mouth waters at the sight. I take my time unfastening his pants all while kissing my way down his robe covered chest, sliding out of his lap and onto my knees in the floor before him.

I unzip the zipper of his dress pants and he lifts himself up enough to allow me to pull them down. I run my hand across the front of his underwear, lazily stroking him through fabric to tease him which gets a very small grunt from him. I snake my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and tug them down, him once again lifting enough to pull them down, watching as his erection springs free.

Butterflies flit in my stomach and my pussy tingles at the sight. He's perfect. Not too big but big enough to fill me out when I can finally sit on it. But that was for later. Now was the time to play. I reach up and wrap my hand around him, stroking him softly and slowly a few times before I flick my tongue over his head. I am rewarded with another groan. Of approval or of impatience, I didn't know and I didn't care.

Watching him, I run my tongue around the circumference of his head like a lollipop before I tap it rapidly against my tongue. I then lift him up and run my tongue from the base, up his shaft back to the head before I suck it into my mouth. A sigh of relief blows across the box we're in. I hum in approval, sucking him softly.

I start with lazy motions, taking my time to tease him before I slowly slide my way down his shaft until his cock is buried in my throat. I suck on him like I would suck a drink through a straw before I gag and bring myself up. I let him fall out of my mouth, a trail of spit dangling between my lips and his head before I spit on it, using my hands to twist and twirl it around the sensitive tip.

His hips buck upward slightly and I smile slyly before I suck him back into my mouth only this time, I suck him harder. My hand pumps faster. Teasing time is over and now I need to suck his soul from his body. Still working his head, I unwrap my hand from his shaft and drift down to his balls, taking them gently in my hands to fondle slightly. He suppresses a moan which only fuels me further.

I slide my way back down his length again, forcing all of him in my mouth, the gag hitting quicker this time. I pull back again, my eyes never leaving his, as I begin to twist my hands up and down his cock again when I hear the neighboring door open and close.

My eyes widen and I stare at him but he does nothing but thrust his hips up again then points to his cock in my hand. “Keep going princess” he mouths at me and a small rush of excitement zips through me. I take him back into my mouth, sucking softly this time as I listen to what's happening.

I hear something slide open and then his robes are being tossed over my head. I stop for a second only to be greeted with a pat on my head. I pick up my pace, feeling a little bratty, and I work his cock like my life depended on it.

In the booth next to us was an unsuspecting patron, asking for forgiveness of their sins while their priest sat listening, committing his own sins. The idea made me wetter than I already was. I shoved his cock back down my throat, sucking as long as I could before the gag I knew was coming could stop me when I felt his hands come to my head.

I gagged but instead of being able to come up, he held me down, thrusting his hips upward to push himself deeper into my mouth. The motion caused me to gag again and I felt his fingers curl up as if trying to grab my hair before he lifted them. I lifted my head enough to take him out of my mouth before laying my head on his thigh, my hand working him faster and faster.

His legs squeezed me slightly, and after catching my breath, I took him back in my mouth and all the way down until he hit the back of my throat. His hands came to my head again, applying pressure to keep me where I was, before he began thrusting himself against me. I listened as he prayed over the patron next to us all while fucking my face undetected. It was blasphemous.

The last thrust into my mouth was held there, causing me to gag again. This time so hard tears began to run down my face. I try to pull back but his hands hold me in place. I hear the little window slide shut and moments later, the door opens and closes next to use. Only then does his hands come off my head.

I scramble out from under his robes, my face streak with tears, panting from the lack of oxygen from being underneath them with no air flow and having a dick shoved into my lungs. He looks at me approvingly, a flash of animalistic need sparking in his eyes.

“Stand up” he commands. And I obey. He stands up, turning us around again, now my body is at the bench again.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.” I shiver at the authority in his voice but do as he tells me to. His hands run up my thighs and under my skirt, pushing it up over my ass to rest on my lower back. He moans a little at the sight of my all but bare ass. My thong gave little coverage to the cake I packed for the picnic.

He runs his hand along the inside of my thighs before spreading them, gently placing one of my knees on the bench. He rubs my ass softly before leaning over to kiss my shoulder. His hands trail down my back again and I whimper. I know what's coming next.

His hands come down around my ass again before he gives one side a little smack, causing me to jump.

He leans over again, this time to whisper in my ear. “Hope you're ready for me, little chick.” A shiver runs down my spin then morphs into a tingle in my pussy. I feel his fingers slide under the thin layer of my underwear before pulling it to the side.

With no warning, he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt. I moan audibly, a mix of relief and the feeling of fullness overwhelming me. “Aht aht,” he growls softly before covering my mouth with a hand, his other gripping my hip tightly

“If you can't be quiet, we can't finish this and I really, really want to finish this princess. Arasso?” he all but moaned in my ear. I shuttered and nodded my head because I also really, really wanted to finish this.

“Good girl” he whispered before taking the hand off my mouth and moving it to my other hip. He pulled back before slamming into me again. I clamped my mouth shut, fighting the moan begging to be released. There was no build up. He went straight to fucking me hard and fast, slamming into me over and over.

I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out at the pleasure rocking through my body with every thrust, choosing small, feeble whimpers and whines instead. Every noise I made was met with a soft moan from him.

“God, I love the way it sounds when you whine for me. Say my name, princess.”

I'm scared to open my mouth because I can't promise I won't sing at the hands of this man but he doesn't give me a choice. He slams into me harder this time

“Say. My. Fucking. Name”

Heat begins to coil in my stomach and I obey the command without another though. It's hard to think when everything feels so fucking good

“F-father S-s-song” I whine as softly and fully as I can. He chuckles but never slows his strokes. “No, baby. Not like that.” he purrs

With every upward thrust, the dam holding back the tsunami of pleasure swirling inside threatens to break. My ability to think is slowly fading. All that matters is the warmth in my stomach threatening to explode.

“M-mingi….Mingi-ya” I whimper out finally. A guttural groan dances into my ears and I shutter. His leans over, wrapping his arms around my midsection before he begins to fuck my wilder than anyone has every before. He slams into my harder and faster over and over while peppering my back in soft kisses.

My body rocks back and forth with every stroke as I try to catch his stride and move in rhythm, working with him to send us both over the edge. The pleasure is insurmountable, my eyes roll back before my head lolls forward, moving on hand to hold his. The bliss is almost overwhelming. The sounds of our bodies meeting filling the space and it's music to my ears.

He's still holding me, kissing my back all over when I hear him whisper, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over this dick.” Another whimper leaves my lips as his words send me to the edge. His pace never slows, finally cracking the dam holding the euphoria back.

“Mingi, I-” my orgasm rocks through me in waves, sending my head in a spiral. I gasp, slapping a hand over my mouth to hold back the scream begging to be released. I arch my back, pushing myself further against him as he continues to slide in and out of me. My muscles contract around him as wave after wave after wave wash over me.

My body trembles under him as the sensation subsides. I drop my hand from my mouth to brace myself against the wall again. He leans back up, his hands sliding down to my hips once more.

“What a good girl” he says as he slaps my ass one good time. I bit my lip to suppress a yelp, it coming out as a small groan. He moans at the sound, cursing under his breath.

“You feel so fucking good. Are you ready for me to fill you up like the little cumdumpster that you are?” I turn to look back at him.

“Please, Father. Cum for me. Fill me up please.” I beg him quietly. Another deep groan radiates from his throat as he begins to fuck me without abandon. I can tell by the sounds coming from him that he's close. I turn towards him and whine softly, “cum for me Mingi-ya.”

Those words were what finally threw him over the edge. He slams into me one last time, fighting the moan threatening to spill into the space around us as he cums hard, spilling his sticky, hot seed into me. His fingers dig so hard into the skin of my hips, I know it will leave little bruises for me to find tomorrow. He thrusts in my lightly as the last wave of his orgasm subsides to which then he leans over me again, kissing my shoulder gingerly. After standing back upright, he slowly pulls himself out of me, his robes that were bunched up at his waist falling down.

He stands me up, readjusting my clothing and running his fingers through my hair to straighten it back out before he pulls his underwear and pants back up to adjust his own clothing, smoothing out his robes when he's done. He gives me a sheepish smile before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

He turns and opens the confessional door, checking to see if anyone was around before he signals for me to walk out behind him. I follow suit quickly. Once we are out of the booth and looking inconspicuous, he turns to me, that shit eating grin of his that I love so much plastered on his face.

“I always enjoy our confessions. Can't wait to see you next week, princess.” He winks at me, still smiling, before he turns, walking to the front of the sanctuary and leaving me to walk out of the church pretending like his seed isn't dripping down my legs with every step I take.

#mingi #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez #mingi smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #song mingi #smut #fanfiction #Spotify

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romana-after-dark · 11 months ago

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Room's on Fire Masterlist

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12: It's all too much for Madonna

Chapter 1 3: Santiago’s true colors come out

Chapter 14: Jonah tries to show the truth

Chapter 15: madonna begins to learn her power

Chapter 16: Frankie and Ben reflect

Chapter 17: Ben shows his true colors

Chapter 18: Iris makes her stand

Chapter 19: Jonah's chapter

Chapter 20: Frankie finally does something.

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

How to keep up with the story!

Comment on this masterlist that you want to be tagged and I'll tag you in updates

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Follow the tag Rooms on fire

THANK YOU FOR YOU'RE SUPPORT!

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melodic-haze · 3 months ago

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YOU'RE TOO REAL FOR THIS DUDE maybe it's the fact that you are so very gorgeous with the makeup on, if a bit incomplete still, or maybe it's bc you're letting her do makeup on you and that is SUCH an intimate act and people don't often realise that (as with every gentle, intimate activity tbf). No matter the reason, Robin just really can't help but lean in to give your lipstick a taste.....even though it's HER LIPSTICK LOL 😜😜😜 but she's really gay trust me

You end up with the both of you having SMUDGED MAKEUP and even if she's the one pushing you into the sofa, she's also the one putting your hands on her hips and having you grip her hard as the two of you make a mess of each other's faces and get each other hot and bothered

OH MYGO D BONUS POINTS IF YOU DON'T USUALLY DO MAKEUP EITHER!!!! Maybe you hate makeup and/or how it looks on you or maybe you just don't know how to do it (no shame!! I'll be so real here idk how to do makeup and before this year I was an AVID HATER of having that shit on me) and that just makes this exchange even better when she pulls away, swipes off the smudged lipstick on your face and says that you're the prettiest/handsomest girl she has ever set her eyes upon. Perhaps she even stacks it up with words borderline close to blasphemy against Xipe, as she mutters something about you bearing a likeness to the Aeon of Beauty

Either way, neither of you finish your makeup session......not for a while anyway. You are much too busy showing this angel in your arms who the true Aeon of Beauty would be, with how she has given you the 'blessing' of beauty itself....and perhaps you'll have this angel singing hymns of your shared attraction to said beauty 🤗🤗🤗🤗

#hazy samples!#suggestive but like it's chill #robin x reader #hsr robin x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #hsr women x reader #hsr women imagines

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fawnnbinary · 2 years ago

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can you blame me for redoing this one kfgjhdfkh this is for you, blasphemy anon <3 also a little bonus:

#miles.art #miles.redraw #geraskier #geralt #jaskier

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smileysuh · 1 year ago

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Sunday Sinner TEASER

🌙 staring. Mark & Donghyuck x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “Everything is wrong,” Mark sighs. “Doing this with you two is wrong. Wanting you this badly is wrong. Getting hard in Church is wrong. What I want to do to you is wrong. But… as crazy as it sounds, it also feels right.”

tw/cw. threesomes, inexperienced!Mark, fingering, blow jobs, deep throating, pussy eating, spit roasting, voyeurism, lots of masturbation (especially in the shower), Hyuck has a dirty mouth, sin sin sin, unprotected sex, creampies, cum play, kink for being 'full', religious contention, Mark gets hard during Sunday Service, Mark getting outed as low key virgin, proposition, Mark uses a cross necklace in sinful ways, praise, slight degradation, corruption kink, squirting, multiple sex scenes, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel. (Mark's) church boy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 12.6k

🍭 aus.frat/uni au, soccer player au, church/inexperienced!Mark, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I've wanted to do a fic about Mark being Christian for a while, but I wanted to make one that was still respectful. This idea popped into my head, and I think it turned out really well :) it's only slight blasphemy.

“I think…” Mark swallows the lump in his throat. “I think we should do this.”

“Really?” you ask while Hyuck lets out a loud “What?!”

“You’re both right… maybe it will be good for me.” Mark can’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth. “But- I’m not sure what I’m even ready for.”

“We can go slow,” you assure him, squeezing his hand. “Anything you’re comfortable with.”

Mark looks up at you. “Can I… can I kiss you?”

Hyuck scoffs loudly, but it’s an afterthought in Mark’s mind when you nod, reaching up to cup his face. “You can kiss me,” you tell him softly.

Mark’s free hand reaches out to grab your waist, and he moves closer. He can feel your breath on his face. He’s never been this up close and personal with you, and you’ve never been prettier. There’s a softness in your expression, an acceptance, and it makes Mark feel confident enough to press his lips to yours.

It’s a gentle kiss - a perfect kiss - and Mark can feel the tension releasing in his shoulders.

You step even closer, and your breasts press against his chest, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. Your tongue smooths over his bottom lip and Mark stifles a groan, opening his mouth just enough for his own tongue to meet yours.

He can count the number of girls he’s kissed during his life on one hand, including you, but none of them have happened like this. Mark had never imagined he’d end up in this situation before, and despite the calming effect you have on him, he still finds himself pulling away and struggling to catch his breath.

“I want to touch you,” he admits, in fact, he’s been thinking about it all day.

“Yeah?” There’s a sparkle in your eye and you smile at him. “Where?”

Mark can’t bring himself to say it.

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genshin-scenarios · 7 months ago

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just a little taste - maid!venti x reader

Summary: it’s maid day at the tavern and there’s a bonus pay for employees who dress the part! (Venti is not an employee but he has negotiated a freelance fee with Diluc). Featuring some wingman/friend energy from Mr Ragnvindr himself.

Warnings: reader is consuming alcohol (but is not drunk)

Adopt a Wanderer: Digital Store / Red String of Fate Prompt List

Diluc should’ve known this would happen the moment you walked through the door.

You’re a weak link, one could say, within the sea of customers who are aware Venti’s just here to sing and probably not pay attention to them. Other waiters bustle about actually doing their job, but once Venti shuffles onto the seat next to you and pleads for a sip of your dandelion wine, you’re a goner for the rest of the evening.

Guilt eats at your conscience every time you say no, but Diluc is giving you a disapproving stare and motions to wait at least until a bit later into the night. Because he knows you both; you can’t say no to Venti and Venti adores you so much that once he does get a few glasses in, he starts feeling bad for taking advantage of your kindness and becomes uncharacteristically quieter.

It’s then obvious that Venti should probably leave the rowdy tavern but preferably not alone, which means you have to escort him, and Diluc doesn’t want to deal with the moral guilt of sending you out with a drunk bard in a maid dress today. He’s stoic, but not a monster.

Venti’s performing another song, graceful as ever and seemingly unaffected by his outfit. He even does a little spin when you catch his eye, a quirk to his lips that tells you this is just another day to him.

Figures that singing is so natural to the archon of Mondstadt. His voice is so soothing that you don’t know if you’re jealous of it, or the fact that you can’t listen to it all the time.

When the next song comes around, he keeps his gaze mostly trained on you. You don’t know what to do with yourself when his eyes soften like that, and it reminds you of nights you’d spend together with the stars spilled across the sky; the breeze takes your worries away and the vastness of the world is comforting. But only under the cover of the dark do you feel safe, unseen and hidden from prying eyes.

The music of the lyre stops, applause roams around the room, and soon enough the bard approaches your table and sits next to you, wholly ignoring the empty space across.

Venti claims it’s because he doesn’t want to raise his voice in conversation, and it’s all you can do to raise a brow when he continues:

“So how did you like the music, Master?”

“...Venti, you don’t need to call me that.” In fact, despite the theme tonight, none of the staff is calling anyone that. “I’m sure Diluc will give you your bonus pay either way.”

“I don’t know, we had pretty specific terms.” Venti taps his chin. “And while I admit the term takes some getting used to, at least I get to choose who I serve tonight.” He brightens with a smile that says Congratulations! “You’re the lucky guest!”

Am I a guest or a sacrifice? “I’m sure it’s considered blasphemy to have anyone be treated like this by Mondstadt’s beloved… bard.” You almost call him Barbatos for a second, earning an amused ‘Hm?’ from Venti.

“Is it? I’m sure the great Barbatos wouldn’t mind.” He sidles up closer on the bench, bumping your legs together. Perfectly poised and giving you no room for escape: “Especially if you give some form of offering.”

“You want my drink that badly, huh?”

“Just a sip, so I can hold out until the end of my shift!” Venti promises with his hands clasped. If you were in a comic, you can imagine his eyes drawn with extra sparkles.

“...Alright.” You push your cup towards him. “But just—”

Rather than taking the wine, Venti’s thumb and index finger wrap around your chin and tilt your face upwards instead. You barely have any time to react as he steals a kiss, humming happily while you sit there, stunned.

He’s still close, speaking softly. “The wine tastes a little sweeter tonight, don’t you think?”

You feel dizzy.

Before you can say anything, Venti’s already tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear with a content smile and retreated back to the stage. There and gone like a ghost of the wind.

To no one’s surprise, Venti is renewed with energy after taking a break with you. He thanks his favourite customer for sharing a bit of their wine, and you curse Barbatos for having you wrapped around his finger.

Why did words like that have to come from an angel’s voice, too?

#it's maid may ! (for as long as i can keep churning out maid scenarios)#venti x reader #venti x you #genshin x reader #genshin reader insert #genshin impact imagines #genshin x you #gi venti #genshin writing #genshin scenarios #traveler wishes

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