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ultimate-guardian · 8 months ago
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Gadget: Hey, get a load of this! "I secretly want to sleep with the Master Emerald guardian, I think he's so hot!"
Knuckles: Hmm..
Gadget: Yeah, get in line, sweetie. Everyone wants to sleep with Knuckles. You ain't special. Case in point, raise your hand if you wouldn't be opposed to sleeping with Knuckles.
*Multiple hands being raised*
Sonia: Oh, oh oh! Me, me!
Knuckles: Wha- Fang!
Fang: What? Get a few stiff drinks in me, and I'd toss those cheeks like a salad.
Knuckles: YOU'D WHAT MY WHAT LIKE A WHAT!?!
Corvin: Blaze. Put your hand up. You're lying.
Blaze: I'm a lesbian, you idiot.
**Fuchsia pulls out a picture of Knuckles feminine self**
Fuchsia,with a grin on her face: hm?
Knuckles: D- Wha-
Blaze: Ugh, this is stupid. *Raises hand*
Gadget: Yeah, that's what I thought!
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sexellency · 1 year ago
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This song makes me think of Knux in their power bottom era.
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kisakis-boyfriend · 1 year ago
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Oh, To Be A Harbinger
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Pairings: Various Fatui grunts x reader
Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, harbinger!reader, sub/bottom characters, power play, free use, groping, blowjob (Mirror Maiden), choking (Agent), fingering, rough sex, eating out, use of the terms 'whore, slut, good boy/girl, sir'
Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios
Author's Note: Please tell me that I'm not the only person who's insanely horny for the Fatui enemies...? They're all so incredibly gorgeous and submissive and breedable 😳
Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!
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Most harbingers were known for something; some niche or expertise that they so proudly flaunt as if it were a trophy. You were a bit different, however. On the surface, you appeared to be 'the sweet one.' All of the others saw their subordinates as just that; subordinates. Pawns to do their menial work, at their beck and call 24/7
But not you. No, no, no, you were the harbinger that cared. You were the one to learn all of your subordinates' names and memorize them, casually chatting with all of them and helping them at times. People were always begging to be transferred to work under you, pleading with the Tsaritsa on their hands and knees. She never understood what got into them. Was being treated with kindness really all it took to gain complete submission from a person?
On the outside, everything was innocent. Your subordinates were called into your office and left ten minutes to several hours later with a smile. But those that were under your command knew the truth. Their hushed whispers reached the ears of harbingers and their subordinates alike
The truth is...
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The truth is, your subordinates signed contracts to become your free use sluts. Not every single one, necessarily, but once the word spread about how good the sex was (and the aftercare), more contracts were eventually signed as you amassed a harem
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The tiny electro cicin mage yelped when you harshly yanked her panties to the side, pushing your fingers into her wet hole immediately. She didn't expect to run into her boss on this particular patrol...and she was super embarrassed when you caught her stroking a finger over the panties of her uniform, gasping her boss's name as a dark spot grew on the clothing
Mewls of shame and pleasure slipped from her mouth while you sunk in deeper, knuckle deep in her pussy and scissoring your digits. The contrast of your slow fingering and the way you furiously rubbed her clit caused her to cum so fast. Her knees buckled as the slick ran down her plush thighs, apologizing for cumming without permission. “I-I'm so sorry, s-sir...I didn't mean to...just felt so good...”
Without a word, you grabbed the eager lady's ass and pulled her forward, causing her to stumble a bit. An even deeper blush spread across her cheeks when she noticed that your lips were brushing against her little pussy, as it was hovering just above your face. She opened her mouth to question you but immediately moaned instead, rolling her hips and scrambling to grab your shoulders or hair, anything to support herself while your mouth latched onto her heat
A shrill cry pierced your ears as you ripped a second orgasm from the poor girl. Her cry transitioned into panting and broken begging when you didn't stop after she came, licking her cunt just as vigorously as before while her juices flowed out
You reached an arm up to grab one of her cute tits and squeezed while your tongue worked even deeper inside of her pussy. The overstimulation caused the little thing to actually cry, staining the inside of her mask with salty tears
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Dragonspine was known to be a harsh environment to traverse, though not quite as harsh as you were going to be with the beautiful Fatui agent that was on patrol just to the right of the snowy peak
A knife pressed against the fragile flesh of your throat as you accidentally startled your grunt, who was extremely quick to stammer out a profuse apology. “Please forgive me, sir! I-I thought– I thought you were one of those annoying adventurers f-from the Guild...” The man explained, “They've been all over me as of late...”
A single scoff was the only sound that came from you as you pushed the agent up against a rather large tree trunk. He was caged in by your larger form, a realization that caused him to tremble. The next thing that the agent knew, your firm grip wrapped around his windpipe, squeezing all of the air out of his lungs while you used his own knife to cut the man's trousers open
The sounds of the grunt's wheezing and the sloppy wet sounds of your dick fucking into his ass were loudly echoing around the area. You had lifted the agent off of the ground a bit by his neck, pinning him to the tree while you took out your frustrations (mild annoyance) on him
Multiple loads were emptied within the man's walls and promptly fucked deeper inside of him until you were satisfied with your work. Releasing your grip and letting the fucked out slut fall onto the grass, coughing and sucking in sharp breaths
Crouching down to his level, you tilted your subordinate's head up until he met your eyes. Two simple words elicited a pitiful whimper from him: “Good boy~”
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Pacing along the soft sands of Nazuchi beach, a mirror maiden was enjoying the serene sounds of the salt water and gentle breeze when her acute sense of hearing caught something else—
“I heard you”
You let out a soft chuckle before putting your hands in the air jokingly, “Ya got me. I hope I didn't startle you too much, darling.” Immediately, the maiden's posture straightened up at the sound of your voice. She apologized for acting hostile as she had no clue who had approached her, erring on the side of caution since there had been quite a few attacks around the beach as of late
“No, no– It's my bad. I should have remembered your crazy good ears. I just–” You began, pausing for a second. Then suddenly your voice went from being several feet in front of the maiden to being directly in her sensitive ear
“–Wanted to see you for a bit, baby. I knew you'd be alone today and I um...I need a little something from you~ ” You purred, pulling the slender woman against your chest while trailing wet kisses all along her neck
The unprepared maiden spent the next hour or two bracing herself against a nearby rock while you pulled her white dress up and penetrated her fat ass. Her pussy dripped with desire while you used her ass as a personal fleshlight, groping her big tits and grunting in her delicate ears because you knew how much she loved it when you took advantage of her impressive sense of hearing
Every thrust inside of her tight hole caused the fat of her cheeks and breasts to bounce and jiggle. The maiden futilely begged for you to use her pussy too, but you had already decided that you were going to deny her that privilege today. Opting for violating her other holes and fucking her breasts if you so desired
Once you had pumped a load into her ass, you spun the woman around and pushed her onto her knees, smacking your wet cock against her cheek. The whore's mouth was the next thing to get pounded as you forced your entire length down her warm throat until it pushed you over the edge again. Your second load poured directly into her stomach since your dick was so far down her throat; poor thing didn't even get a taste of your seed this time...
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One time, a fellow harbinger caught you railing one of your subordinates inside of your office
A cute cryo cicin mage was bent over your desk, clutching scattered papers in her nimble hands as your fat cock drilled into her sopping cunt. Wet plap plap sounds were the only thing that the other harbinger could hear — besides the mage's shrill moaning and you groaning — as your fingers curled in her hair and pulled the little thing's head up to meet their shocked face
“Soooo...”
“Either get in here and lock the door or get the fuck out.” You spat, not once slowing down or interrupting your rhythm. The harbinger stepped in somewhat reluctantly. This isn't exactly something that they expected to see...and yet, they found themselves growing hard/wet by the second. Instinctually cupping their groin as a choked moan tried to slip through
“Take that fucking cock, babygirl. Yeah, riiiiight there~ ” You drawled, angling your thrusts so that you were pounding against her sweet spot, pulling all sorts of adorable noises from the sweet mage
Your fellow harbinger couldn't stop their hips from rocking into their touch while they stroked their dick/rubbed their pussy. Not wanting to admit that the sight of their coworker fucking some grunt was actually turning them on. Though it was extremely obvious to you
Speeding up your hips, your thrusts became a bit sloppy as your climax drew closer– Railing the mage harder and causing her ass to turn pink from how hard you were slamming against her until–
“Gooood girl~ ” You growled while spilling inside of your little subordinate. Staring directly into the other harbinger's eyes while your cum painted the mage's walls white
Your coworker couldn't prevent the breathless noise that escaped from their parted lips, flitting their gaze down to your creamy cock when you pulled out of the small lady
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squeiky · 1 year ago
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Sonic, getting pinned against a tree by his rival: What are we
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hannie-dul-set · 20 days ago
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heartbeat conquest — day 2.
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SYNOPSIS. you’re sucked into a reverse harem otome game, and there’s only one goal— say the right things to conquer as many pretty boys as you can. PAIRINGS. tomorrow x together x reader. TAGS. social media! au, modern fantasy, reverse harem (of fucking course), romance, humor, a whole bunch of weird dynamics maybe HUAHAHAHAHAHHAAH. inspired by the manhwa with the same title, “heartbeat conquest.”
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considering the less than bare minimum amount of information you have on your targets, it wasn’t easy to come up with a decision.
of the five, you have managed to unlock three. sanctuary is choi beomgyu. you have no idea why that’s his nickname when the first thing he does is boss you around. his interest is evident in his 0% conquest rate (for now). from what you can surmise based on the description the system gave you— him being an arrogant and egotistical fuck— you believe you might do yourself and him a favor by humbling him a little. in short, you’re not showing up.
another contradictory nickname to the interaction is savior— kang taehyun. now, what is up with this guy? 
admittedly, you might have slipped up, not catching onto the passive-aggression of his first text, but you were going off of no context, so forming a positive response would have been close to impossible. still, from what you know so far, it would be difficult to figure out what exactly is on saturday. hence, it would be difficult to prepare for.
now lover is an interesting guy. choi yeonjun. he texts you that he misses you and is shocked when you respond because…he thought you blocked him? is your ex? a player? he seems to be an attention-seeker, and you have an inkling that making him want your attention would be the best move. therefore, you’re not seeing him this saturday. it seems like he and beomgyu also know each other. picking one over the other might cause some conflicts.
that leaves two targets that have yet to be unlocked: angel and knight.
both appear to be your typical sweet, polite, soft boy love interests from a shoujo manga.yet that’s all you’re working with for now. it would be best to pick one of them. just to dig in deeper and find out more.
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though, you’re meeting choi soobin at two in the afternoon, you’re already out and about by 10:00 a.m.
first, to get yourself familiar with the environment, of course. you had the idea that this is some preppy private university, but the scale of TSC is just atrociously large. there are facilities for almost everything, training grounds for every single field and specialization. how you managed to find your way to EB 201 was a revelation.
turns out you— or the character you’re playing— is quite well-known around campus. as a transferee who got admitted late into your second year of university, your talent having been discovered late.
“it’s the first room up the stairs,” jaeyun tells you, one of the students you’d just asked around for directions. he’s bright and smiley and, quite frankly, very good looking that you almost mistook him for a love interest or target. but all your targets so far seem to have known you. and when you tapped on jaeyun’s shoulder thirty minutes ago, armed with a smile and prettily batting eyes, he seemed to be taken and taken off guard right off the bat, and asked for your name and major. “or...or would you like me to accompany you upstairs? let me carry your bag for you!”
the otome effect is quite impressive. “it’s alright,” you smile at him. jaeyun droops and his energy deflates. “i can take it from here. thank you!”
since he isn’t any of your targets, you feel no remorse leaving him behind while you climb up the stairs, shoulder in bag in tow. and just as jaeyun says, you’re met with the door labeled 201. a beat of hesitation creeps up on you. but there seems to be no other options than to just knock and follow your target’s instructions.
so, you do. your knuckles hit the wooden door. once. twice. three times. knock, knock, knock.
a click and a creak. the door opens to another good looking guy. “hi! sorry to interrupt. is choi soobin around?” but he isn’t the one you’re looking for.
in fact, the one you’re looking for is very easy to find. because even when you take a peek into the room and are met with around six, seven other men, your eyes immediately land on choi soobin.
how? 
because he’s the only one with a big purple heart floating right above his head, with a bright and shining 0% right inside it.
“soobin!” the doorman hollers out with a huge grin. “a girl is looking for you!” choi soobin need not that signal to notice you, because he already has, from the moment he caught your eyes, and you greet him with a smile and  wave. you notice a few of the other guys staring and getting flustered a bit, wavering to bump their shoulders and elbow at your target, coughing inaudible whatevers, yet the percentage on choi soobin’s head refuses to waver, even with the faint pink brushing his cheeks, the shaking of his head when he mumbles something inaudible to his friends.
of course, this game wouldn’t give you the grace of an easy difficulty. looks like this guy is deeper than he appears.
“quit it,” you hear him laugh off before jumping to his feet, getting off from his seat. “you’re giving everyone the wrong idea.” 
“i’m sure we all have a pretty good idea of what’s going on here.”
“later, dude! have fun with your assignment.”
his friends’ insinuating remarks aside, you can’t help notice that despite choi soobin’s apparent easygoing air, with each step that he takes to approach you, you can sense his ease slowly disappearing, melting into a jittery nervousness that’s masked by that same charming, boyish smile you saw on his photo.
“did you wait long?” he says, standing right before you now, giving you the privilege to bask in the perfection that the system described. it almost made you miss the hard swallow he forces in— right in the second before he takes away the weight of your bag from you. “sorry about that. i should’ve waited outside.”
“oooh! choi soobin, quit flaunting your moves!”
choi soobin shushes them. you use it as a chance to get a better look inside the classroom. “not at all,” you reply, and it doesn’t appear as though they were just conducting a meeting. why is he saying that he should’ve waited outside when he instructed you to knock and ask for him? “let’s go?”
he looks at you, smiling ever so perfectly. “sure.”
now, in order to avoid any massive fuck-ups, you made sure to look through all the shit in your dorm room earlier. anything that can provide some hints and contexts of this damned gamed that you got sucked into. you discovered that you were majoring in international relations. you discovered that your class with choi soobin is a just a simple elective on organizational communication, and all there is to your paired assignment is to write a report on max weber and henri fayol’s bureaucratic theory and scientific management, and would take an hour maximum to do so you don’t get why choi soobin was making such a big deal out of it.
he’s hard to understand, that’s for sure. you don’t get what his motives are. especially when he’s pulling out all the fucking stops by opening the large, library door before you could even more your arm an inch, by dragging your chair out for you before you could even reach out for it. “do you want to rest for a but? i’ll cover the sunlight for you,” he says, when he can just pull down the blinds because he led you to the tables next to the window because “the view is pretty here,” he says. and when you suggest to transfer to a less crowded spot because people started pouring in at two-thirty, he strongly went against it.
“it—it isn’t that crowded yet,” cho soobin argued. “do you mind if we transfer a little later?”
how odd. what’s even more odd is despite all of his explicit acts of interest—
“what’s— what’s wrong? is there something in my hair?”
why is that floating thing above his head still at zero?
“nothing,” you hum in response, smiling. choi soobin looks mortified at the prospect of something unbelonging in his hair that he whips out a hand mirror. “will you excuse me for a bit?”
he settles down the mirror, a hesitant hand lowering down to the desk. “o—oh. yeah, sure,” he responds. “will you take long?”
“would it be a problem if i will?” you bounce back. he shakes his head and tells you to go ahead, carry on, attempting to reshape his distraughtness with a practiced smile of ease.
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hints? progress? what? you can’t dwell on the sudden updates from this damned system, because when you look up from your phone, you see soobin surrounded by a lot of people. different people. not the same ones you saw from the classroom earlier. “you ditched hanging out with us to work on an assignment?” one of them says, jokingly. soobin denies it with a laugh. “aren’t you working on that new pretty transferee from IR? did she ditch you too?” another one raises. well, you already know that the premise of this game has your name floating around and about. it feels weird to hear it upfront, though.
“haha, no, she just left to answer some texts.”
soobin’s defense sounds weak. he’s brushing them off with the same easygoing attitude. “you really went for it, huh?” one of them hums, nudging him. maybe this is your cue to interrupt. “i told you you two would look together! didn’t i?”
ah. it definitely is your cue to interrupt.
“soobin?”
ding!
“should we get back to work?”
the moment you step in, you see it— that mocking percentage flickering from zero to one. 
1%. huh.
that’s interesting. 
“yeah. good timing.”
choi soobin looks at you with an expression that you can only describe as gratefulness.
“sorry, guys! we still have a lot of work to do.”
this is interesting, indeed. you’re surrounded by a bunch of expectant eyes of bystanders left and right, like they’re watching a movie right before their eyes— and you and choi soobin are the main leads. this is quite the situation. and your co-star appears to be both nervous and relieved: relieved that you showed up, nervous while waiting for you to react or respond.
now, how should you deal with this situation? and how do you settle the other four you just ignored?
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NOTE. the questions are a bit abstract this time HUAHAHAHAHHA hopefully they aren’t too difficult to answer 😭 i personally hate the limited response choices in otome games bcs most of the time, i won’t act or say in ways that are readily provided. i hope ur all the same as me so u can enjoy this game too 😞😞😞
also, i’ve received feedback that they’d like their actual names to be put instead of the nicknames, and dw!! i will change it to their real names once all of them have been unlocked HAHAHAH.
as usual, answer the form linked above to progress the story. i will close the form once i’ve reached a consensus in the responses. hope you’re all still having fun!! thank you for joining in!!
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DAY 1 | DAY 2 | DAY 3 (LOCKED) . . .
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heartbeat conquest. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.
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sea-lanterns · 1 year ago
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OUR BELOVED EMPRESS
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synopsis: empress! AU with the liyue women as your courtesans.
featuring: ningguang, beidou, keqing, ganyu, yelan, shenhe
rating: 18+ n.s.f.w (men and minors dni)
warnings: switch! gn! afab reader, reader is referred to as pretty, beautiful, etc. polyamory, mentions of harem, reader is referred to as the "empress." arranged relationships, established relationships, finger.ing, scissoring, semi-public s.ex, fucking in an alleyway, biting, pining, cunnilingus, dirty talk, mastur.bation, not entirely proof read.
art credits: moonlight garden
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NINGGUANG
Courtesan Ningguang! Who was the first courtesan presented to you by your father. A woman of high class and influence; the Tianquan of Liyue herself. It was a no-brainer that she would be the first potential candidate as your wife, as not only was she an influential figurehead, but she was someone who was intelligent and cunning. Two wonderful traits for a queen consort to have…
Courtesan Ningguang! Who arrives at your palace in the fanciest of attires. Golden nails brushing up against your hand before pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. “It is an honor to be in your presence, my empress…” she whispers seductively, looking up at you with red ruby eyes. “…and an honor to be your first courtesan.” 
Courtesan Ningguang! Who serves as a reliable shoulder for you to lean on whenever your family is in peril. Assassinations, business problems, drama within the harem. Ningguang serves as the voice of reason and someone who can soothe the stress in your body. She may be a busy woman, but she always finds time to free you of your worries, ending the day with massages or gentle kisses to your temple that leave you feeling red.
Courtesan Ningguang! Who gets along with pretty much all the other courtesans except Courtesan Beidou. She had some beef with her prior to joining the imperial harem and sometimes gets annoyed whenever the pirate woman gets too rough with you. “Beidou, I think our empress would enjoy it if you didn’t throw her over your shoulder…” She rolls her eyes when she sees Beidou running out of the palace with you in her arms. Not liking how her beloved empress’ body was always manhandled by that giant brute.
Courtesan Ningguang! Who always snatches you away from the pirate whenever her back is turned. Wanting some alone time with you after having to share you with her the whole day. “Worry not my dear empress, I’ll treat you much softer than that barbarian of a woman…” She gently places you on the bed and smirks suggestively. “Let me massage that sore skin of yours…”
Courtesan Ningguang! Who enjoys taking her time in thoroughly massaging your body. Your shoulders, your back, your breasts… She loves how her dear, beloved empress writhes under her touch and moans into the pillows. “Does that feel good, my empress? Shall I go lower…?” Her silky hands trail down your stomach like a pathway, “I knew it, my beloved is all so sore…”
Courtesan Ningguang! Who has you arching your back off the bed while she thrusts her fingers into your cunt, sopping wet smacks echoing throughout the room as her palm slaps your clit over and over. “My beautiful empress…all wet and squirming for me…” her eyes glazed over with lust before pressing dark lipstick stains against your body, spanning from your neck to your thighs. “Squirming only for me…”
Courtesan Ningguang! Who has you wrapped up in her embrace while kissing your neck and cleaning the release off your thighs. She adores taking care of you after sex, and will often stay close to you to keep you grounded after your high. “Feeling better?” She’d murmur against your ear, pressing another small kiss to the shell, “Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll warm up a bath for us soon…”
Courtesan Ningguang! Who keeps you warm in the bath with her body, humming a small tune in the spacious tub while washing the sweat off your body. “My beloved empress, I promise to always take care of you…” she whispers, using a small washcloth to wipe off your temple lovingly. “That is my promise to you as your first courtesan…”
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BEIDOU
Courtesan Beidou! Who offered to be your second courtesan after spotting your beauty wandering at the docks. What’s a pretty face like you doing around such dangerous and smelly terrain? Don’t worry though, Captain Beidou will keep you safe. Both on the docks and in your palace because now she intends on marrying you…
Courtesan Beidou! Who shows off her impeccable strength and muscle, impressing your father as you needed someone strong who could pass that on to your heirs. Beidou loves spoiling you with her strength, and you oftentimes find her lifting you into her arms to carry you from place to place. 
Courtesan Beidou! Who has some beef with your first courtesan: Ningguang. She doesn’t like how prissy and strict Ningguang can be, so she often sneaks you out whenever you’re spending time with her. Practically kidnapping you in your own home, as she throws you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes and laughs while carrying you to her secret spot. “Don’t worry my empress, we won’t get caught. I’ll make sure of it…”
Courtesan Beidou! Who is the rebel of the imperial harem. She’s the one who sneaks you out the most and helps you do risqué things like sneaking out to see the Lantern Rite without guard supervision. “We don’t need those pesky guards, you have me…” she’d always say, pressing a kiss to your worried little brows. “I’ll keep you safe, my sweet empress…”
Courtesan Beidou! Who chuckles and covers your mouth as you both hide in the bushes of the royal gardens, making out under the moonlight in order to have a little midnight rendezvous with just the two of you. “Naughty little empress…” Beidou purrs, groaning in your ear as she sits you on her lap, “Playing hooky with the pirate, eh? Pretty thing like you was just craving for some fun…”
Courtesan Beidou! Who rubs her large, calloused hands over your folds and sinks two massive fingers inside. “Shhh…there are guards nearby…” she’d whisper into your ear, chuckling quietly at the way you rode her fingers so desperately behind the bushes. “Hah…such a desperate one…”
Courtesan Beidou! Who holds you close to her and smirks when she overhears guards trying to find their missing empress. The other courtesans worried sick for your whereabouts, when you were just sitting behind the bushes getting your brains fucked out by the second courtesan. Whimpering and shaking under the captain’s touch, as no one has ever treated you this roughly before…
Courtesan Beidou! Who chuckles as you climax all over her thighs, stroking a hand down your spine before kissing you tenderly. “You did so well, my empress…” she murmurs out huskily, making sure you are kept warm as she drapes her cape over your shoulders. “Rest now, you precious thing. Your captain’s got you from here…”
Courtesan Beidou! Who sneaks you back into your room with your nude body clinging onto hers. She makes sure her muscular body covers you entirely, as she tucks you into bed and pets your cheek endearingly. “Sleep now, my dearest ocean pearl, I will ensure everything is settled with the others.” And with a gentle kiss from the huge, burly pirate, she leaves to go settle your whereabouts with the other courtesans, making sure her dearest empress was safe and sound…
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KEQING
Courtesan Keqing! Who was the third courtesan recommended to you by the first courtesan: Ningguang. She is a member of the Liyue Qixing and due to her high status as the Yuheng, it made her a very strong candidate for Queen consort and your potential wife.
Courtesan Keqing! Who is the most uptight out of all the courtesans in your harem. She’s the one who keeps you in line whenever you act up, and is the one who scolds you most of the time whenever you sneak out with the other courtesans. (Cough. Beidou and Yelan. Cough) She doesn’t mean to be so hard on you, but you are the empress of Liyue! You needed to be prim and proper! 
Courtesan Keqing! Who takes up the responsibility of helping you manage your extracurriculars. Whether it’s dance practice, embroidery or managing certain affairs, Keqing is always the one helping you and making sure you understand what to do. “Like this, my empress,” she says for the sixteenth time, cupping your waist as she guides you to the music of the zither. “Eyes on me, a royal must never look at their feet…”
Courtesan Keqing! Who is prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside whenever she’s alone with you. Keqing hates to admit it, but her empress is someone she cares very deeply about, and she wants to see you flourish into a beautiful and powerful leader for Liyue. “My empress, please, allow me…” she murmurs softly as she helps tie the sash to your robe. “Honestly, next time you should let me dress you in the mornings…”
Courtesan Keqing! Who can’t help but think dirty thoughts about her empress all day long in that little head of hers. Her mind runs vivid with wonders of your naked body and she can’t help but touch herself late into the night while thinking of you. “My empress…” Keqing moans out softly, fingers rubbing at her folds while she spreads herself out on her bed, masturbating to today’s image of you practicing calligraphy with her in your office. 
Courtesan Keqing! Who’s always been unable to hide her lust for you. The way your hands move so delicately over the paper, writing in quick, languid strokes that have her going crazy. “Ah…!” Keqing gasps as a deep, burning ache in her core begs to be satisfied. “Forgive me, my empress…” she mumbles to herself, heart racing like crazy as she realizes she’s touching herself to her beloved empress.
Courtesan Keqing! Who jumps when she sees you standing at the door, smiling softly at her lewd display. You wanted to help her? Touch her? Her empress!? Keqing blushes at the thought and tries not to get too excited. “O-Only if you insist, my empress…” she murmurs softly, feeling your body dip into the bed and roam your hands all over her. “Oh…”
Courtesan Keqing! Who’s not the same, strict person she is when she’s in bed with you. Her body reacts ever so sensitively to your touch, as she lets you explore her body quietly under the moonlight. “Hah…now don’t be a tease…” Keqing chuckles nervously, “You know I hate it when you test my patience.” 
Courtesan Keqing! Who is more than eager to help guide you on how to touch a woman. Her voice alike to that of her tutor persona, except this time she was teaching you how to fuck her. “Just like that, my empress…” she pants out breathlessly, shivering as you insert a finger into her folds, “You've always been such a quick learner…”
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GANYU
Courtesan Ganyu! Who was the fourth courtesan recommended to you by both Ningguang and Keqing. The secretary of the Qixing and a half adepti that possessed impressive capabilities, she impressed your father as well as he knew that a Qilin would protect you and bring good fortune to the family. (And produce strong Qilin heirs…)
Courtesan Ganyu! Who is the gentlest and sweetest out of all your courtesans. She’s the one who tries to sneak into your bed in the middle of the night to snuggle with you, which often leads to you waking up to a sleepy Qilin woman resting on your chest. Sometimes you can catch her snoring in her sleep, but you don’t mind it because she’s just so damn cute…
Courtesan Ganyu! Who despite being so clingy, knows to maintain a certain degree of professionalism as she’s the one who takes care of the dreaded paperwork. As a secretary of the Qixing, she has her fair share of experience when it comes to tinier affairs, so she’ll always offer to help you, even when you insist you have it under control. “Please don’t overwork yourself, my dear. I’ll take care of it as soon as possible…”
Courtesan Ganyu! Who despite being so soft and gentle, has a strong, protective side whenever you are threatened. “Get behind me, my empress. I’ll take care of him!” She exclaims rather protectively, making sure you stay behind her while she charges a cryo arrow at the intruder. “Ah, he’s gone now, my dear. Are you okay? Were you frightened?”
Courtesan Ganyu! Who is the best at calming you down whenever you get into a dangerous situation. While the other courtesans are busy dealing with whoever threatened or harmed you, Ganyu is by your side and holding you tightly against her body. Soothing you with her touch as she makes sure her darling empress isn’t harmed in the slightest. “Do not fret, my love. Beidou, Yelan and Shenhe have gone after the assassin. They won’t threaten you again…” she presses a small kiss to your cheek and makes sure you’re calmed down before heading back into the safety of your room, holding your hand every step of the way. 
Courtesan Ganyu! Who sees you’re clearly frightened for your life and tries to calm you down by distracting you with intimate touches. Her fluffy blue hair tickles your skin as she cups your cheek to make you face her. “Why don’t we do something to distract ourselves,” she whispers shyly, a blush overcoming her features. “I'll help you forget all the anxiety you felt today…”
Courtesan Ganyu! Who is lying on her back with her cunt squished against yours. Gasping and moaning as you rut into her thighs and try to scissor your way to an orgasm. “Ah…mnngh…you’re doing so well, my empress…” Ganyu pants, her soft skin sending you into another plane of ecstasy. “So good…so good…keep moving— nngh…hah…~”
Courtesan Ganyu! Who wants only the best for her beloved empress so she pulls you down halfway to meet for a kiss. Hips melding together in sticky, wet squelches as she pants and lolls her tongue out into yours. “Is it good…? Do I feel good…?” She so desperately wants to please you, it makes your heart melt and you can’t help but groan. “I take that as a yes…hah…I love you, my empress…”
Courtesan Ganyu! Who lies beside you after cumming all over your thighs, pulling you close so she could lay by your side like the loyal courtesan she was. “I’m glad you felt good, my dear…” Ganyu whispers sweetly, before brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “I will always keep you relaxed, that is my duty as your beloved courtesan…”
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YELAN
Courtesan Yelan! Who becomes your fifth courtesan after saving you from a bunch of bounty hunters holding you hostage. After making sure you were safe and sound in her arms, she feels something stir within her chest when she gets a closer look at your face. To the public, your face was often hidden behind a thin, lacy veil in order to conceal your identity. However, as your veil is pulled back, Yelan now had a full view of the beautiful empress underneath. A sight that left her speechless and with a desire to become yours…
Courtesan Yelan! Who isn’t seen around the palace as often as the other girls due to her missions, but always makes sure to greet you in your room whenever she gets back. “Hey, darling. Missed me?” She’s perched lazily on your balcony with a Glaze Lily in her hand. “I got you a lil’ something on my mission. No need to thank me…”
Courtesan Yelan! Who, like Beidou, will often sneak you out into the city to experience things you’ve never felt before. She takes you around to see all that Liyue has to offer, and encourages you to try ordinary things that you may or may not have tried.  “Here, try this. It’s called a kebab.” Yelan chuckles as you look at her with confusion, wondering how on Teyvat you eat this without utensils. “Pfft, you just bite the food off the skewer, empress. Here, let me show you…”
Courtesan Yelan! Who enjoys showing you and teaching you the simpler things in life. You may be a sheltered empress, but Yelan can show you just how fun an ordinary life can be. “Who knew the empress could be so messy when they eat…” she chuckles as you struggle to eat the kebab stick off the skewer, wiping the sauce off your lips with a napkin. “You’re just so cute…”
Courtesan Yelan! Who takes you by the hand to pull you into a dark alleyway. She just saw a few guards patrolling the area and had to act fast, pushing you up against the wall and shielding you with your body. “Apologies for the tight space, my empress…” Yelan chuckles, cupping your cheek to look at her, “We just have to stay here a little while longer…”
Courtesan Yelan! Who sees her sweet little empress getting shy for being in such an intimate position. She can’t help but tease you more as she leans in closer to tilt your chin forward. “You know, since it’s so dark, no one will be able to see their beloved empress getting naughty with her courtesan…” she trails a hand down to your ass and cups it, giving it a teasing squeeze. “Some ordinary people fuck in alleyways when they have the chance. Would you like to try, my dear empress…?” 
Courtesan Yelan! Who has her empress pinned up against the wall with their robe pulled up and exposing their privates. Yelan kneeling down to your glistening hole and spreading it open with her thumbs. “Oh, how precious…” she purrs to herself, giving it a sensual lick. “It even puckers when I breathe…”
Courtesan Yelan! Who cannot believe she’s giving head to the empress in such a dirty and dimly lit alleyway. She had to admit, seeing her empress whimpering and begging for more in a place this low class was really turning her on. “Yeah? You like that…?” Yelan laughs into your cunt, pushing her nose deeper against your clit, “You like getting eaten out in a dirty alleyway? My, my…you surprise me everyday your majesty…”
Courtesan Yelan! Who is so proud of you when you climax all over her face and paint her tongue white with your cum. She wipes the residue off her face and stands up to kiss you, letting you taste what you accomplished in that dirty, dark alleyway with her. “You did so well, my dear…” Yelan whispers, quickly fastening your robes back on so the two of you could leave. “Come on, it’s about time we head back to the palace…”
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SHENHE
Courtesan Shenhe! Who was the sixth courtesan presented to you by Cloud Retainer herself, an adepti that your father greatly respected and admired. Cloud Retainer promised your father that her disciple: Shenhe would bring great strength and protection to your family, as well as ward off any evil spirits that dare threaten your bloodline. Though heavily antisocial and a bit…intimidating to your father, he accepted her into the family and made her the sixth courtesan in your harem. 
Courtesan Shenhe! Who is very quiet and doesn’t interact much with anyone but you and her fellow courtesan: Ganyu. She’s quiet, awkward, and doesn’t know what to do, so she just follows you around like a curious little puppy and hopes for the best. While others may find this annoying, you yourself didn’t mind and allowed Shenhe to follow you around as she pleased. Acting like a bodyguard of sorts among your courtesans as she is the only one who is stuck by your side at all times.
Courtesan Shenhe! Who seems so dangerous and intimidating to others, yet soft and gentle around you. She loves how you cup her face and treat her so kindly, her heart thumping whenever her dearest empress kisses her, and palms getting sweaty because she just adores you so much. “…Is my face that fun to hold?” She asks when you do this for the umpteenth time. She doesn’t mind it, in fact she seems to enjoy it. “If that is what my empress likes to do, then so be it…” You are the only one in the world who could touch her like this…
Courtesan Shenhe! Who is like a tall guard dog whenever she accompanies you outside the palace. She stands protectively by your side, keeping watch of any activity or accidents that could harm her beloved empress. “…The road is slippery. Should I carry you? I don’t want you to fall.” Before you could even respond, she picks you up anyway, “…I’m carrying you.”
Courtesan Shenhe! Who is so strong and agile that she manages to take you across Liyue with just her arm strength alone. Taking you to a private spot in the mountains so the two of you could have a private picnic date together away from the other courtesans. “Is the ground soft enough for you, my empress?” Shenhe tilts her head and makes sure you’re seated on a comfortable patch of grass. If sitting on the ground isn’t to your liking, then perhaps it’d be best to sit on her lap instead. Which you do.
Courtesan Shenhe! Who quivers under your touch as you caress her face lovingly, her muscles easing under your hold as she allows herself to indulge with you for once. “Your majesty…” she can feel herself grow hot as you press a kiss to her temple, groans rumbling from her throat as she yearned for more. “I want…more.”
Courtesan Shenhe! Who can’t stop herself from pushing her beloved empress down to the ground, the red ropes trying to suppress her carnal desire for you as she kisses and bites your neck with want. “Ganyu taught me how to properly please you…” she mumbles against your skin, her hands moving down to unfasten your sash. “I will do my best. You can count on me, my empress.”
Courtesan Shenhe! Who uses the skills she learned from other courtesans to pleasure you as best as she could. Slender hands lifting your thighs up as she slots her cunt against yours rather harshly. “Mnngh…Courtesan Ganyu taught me that this was called scissoring…” While groaning out her words, Shenhe begins rutting her hips into yours to try and replicate what Ganyu described. “Is this right? It feels right…nngh…” She tries her best to hold in her moans but it just feels so good. Though her moves are sloppy and you barely feel any good rhythm, you could tell Shenhe was enjoying herself and that was all that mattered to you.
Courtesan Shenhe! Who tries her hardest to get you off  but it just isn’t enough. She’s not that experienced in pleasing a person compared to the other girls but that’s okay, you’ll teach her… “My empress…? What— oh!” Shenhe’s eyes widen as you gently flip her over, deciding she’s done enough to please you for one day. “…I see. You wish to teach me how to scissor properly? …Very well.”
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mytheoristavenue · 4 months ago
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MHA Commoner!Eijiro Kirishima x Princess!Reader - So This is Love? - I
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Summary: You, the princess, surprise a poor village boy with an invitation to the royal ball.
Warnings: Reverse harem, fluff, angst, quirkless!au, royal!au, love at first sight, social class difference, princess x commoner trope
The carriage came to a sudden halt, making your body rock forward in your seat. Patiently, you awaited the footman to open the door and help you out. When you were standing, you couldn't hide the eager grin on your powdered face.
"Is this the correct place, m'lady?" the footman asked, glancing around with a haughty expression. "Looks a tad...dingy."
"Nonsense," you laugh him off, stepping forward, expensive heels digging into the mud. "I'm sure this is the correct address."
Noticing the way your heels sink, he promptly offers his arm, helping you to the door of the humble cobbler's shop. Stepping into the threshold, you smile fondly, finding a short, plump woman sitting at a desk in the corner. "Afternoon!" She calls, focused on her task. "What can we do ye for?" When she finally turns to face you, her smile drops and her already fair skintone becomes all the more pale.
"Y-Your Majesty!" She bows nervously. "T-To what do we owe the pleasure?"
You smile warmly, stepping closer, bowing to her as well. "I was hoping to have a word with a man I'm told works here," you answer, presenting a letter with a red wax seal. "I've come to deliver him an invitation. Eijiro Kirishima, is he here, ma'am?"
"My son?" The woman asks, tilting her head before nodding and turning to enter another room of the shop, dipping under half curtain that served as a divider. Moment's later, a young man with bright red hair and matching eyes peers out, scanning the room curiously.
His back straightens instantly when his eyes fall on you, standing in the front room of his family's shop, clad in an elegant day gown, eyes peeking over an equally ornate handfan. "Y-Your Highness!" He gasp, eyes blown wide as he stands up straight, akwardly hitting his head on the doorframe.
With a hiss a rub to the crown of his head, he steps out, kneeling in front of you. "W-What are you doing down in the village?" He asks, clearly flustered.
You simply giggle behind your fan, extending a hand down to him to kiss. His Adam's Apple bobs when his eyes fall on your perfectly manicured nails and blushed knuckles. Hestitantly, his calloused hands cradle yours, which has never known labor. With a sharp exhale, he brings your hand up to his lips, eyes flickering to yours as he plants a ghostly kiss on your knuckles. His gentle nature puts a glow in your cheeks as you giggle at his bashfulness.
"I can to visit you, good sir," you finally reveal, a sweet mystique in your tone.
"M-Me?" he repeats in disbeleif. "F-For what reason?"
You offer him the envelope, fingers brushing against his as he takes it from you. "I would like to cordially invite you to the royal ball this evening," you explain, collapsing your fan and resting it against your chest, batting your lashes at him. "As my personal guest."
"I-I'm speechless, You Highness..." He pauses, deicately opening the letter and reading over the cursive words within. "W-Why me?"
"Say you'll attend," you insists with a warm smile.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty," he mutters timidly, folding the letter very carefully back into the envelope. "I have nothing but the clothes on my back, I haven't the proper dress to attend a royal gathering."
"I worried as much." You admitted sadly before smiling again. "Which is why I took the liberty of having the royal seamstress tailor a custom suit for the occassion."
"J-Just for me...?" Kirishima gasp, eyes glossy at your gesture. You nod, confirming his assumptions.
"Please accompany me, it would mean the world to me..." you beg one last time, leaning in slightly.
"I-I'd be honored, Your Majesty..." He finally relents, still in disbelief before a childish grin cracks across his face. "Yes, of course I'll go!"
"Oh, that's fantastic news!" you exclaim with delight, reaching out and capturing his hands, holding them to his hands. "I'm overjoyed." You beam, letting him go, preparing to take your leave. "A carriage will send for you an hour before sunset, no need to make ready ahead of time. You'll have a warm bath and a private room awaiting you at the castle."
Kirishima once again finds himself silenced by your generousity, only uttering a small: "T-Thanky you, Princess..." as he watches you leave the shop, waving with fan in hand.
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xerotiny99 · 7 months ago
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―👾 territory one: wicked games.
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.MINORS DO NOT INTERACT [18+].
Smut with plot. | Long chapters. | No use of [y/n]. | Detailed and graphic smut. | All smut-shots are in female reader's perspective. | Includes series and standalones.
[Misread the info catalogue? Go back to start here]
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1.] Attention: Jeong Yunho x Female Reader
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#1 Our Precious [slice of life au, college au, polygamy, reverse harem] ╰┈➤ sexcapades of a sophomore year college student while living with eight roommates who are equally freaky as her. What started off as pure physical arrangement soon turns to something more. Storyline following "Moon Angel" (female reader) and her eight "roommates".
1.] 2 AM Call: Jeong Yunho x Reader 2.] Game Night Gone Wrong: Jeong Yunho x Reader x Park Seonghwa 3.] Trouble in Paradise: Jeong Yunho x Reader 4.] Win Me a Bear: Choi Jongho x Reader 5.] House of Cards: Ateex Ot8 x Reader [no smut] 6.] The Lewd Rituals of a Typical Day: Park Seonghwa x Reader x Jeong Yunho x Kang Yeosang 6.1] Feed Me Please, Daddy: Park Seonghwa x Reader 6.2] Down on My Knees: Kang Yeosang x Reader
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#2 Guns & Roses [Mafia au] ╰┈➤ a florist, a cop, and a mafia boss; sounds good right? As if nothing could go wrong. Well, think again. Storyline based on mafia au, Jeong Yunho - Mafia boss, Female Reader (Kang Yeonhwa) - Florist, Park Seonghwa - Cop.
1.] Under the Stars, Beyond the Sea: Jeong Yunho x Reader
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#3 Loving Professor Jeong [professor au] ╰┈➤ when the love-hate relationship between your favourite professor goes south. Storyline based on professor au, and reverse harem.
1.] Antiserum D: Jeong Yunho x Reader
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#4 No Saint No Saviour [psychopath au] ╰┈➤ True evil, above all, is seductive. Yoon Dajung’s (reader) life gets weaved with certain people she never should’ve trusted. Ateez as Psychopaths; really dark and mature.
1.] Room for Two: Choi Jongho x Reader
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Ethel Cain Series [2/4] ╰┈➤ my adaptations of ethel cain's songs into short imagines; follow dark themes.
1.] Knuckle Velvet: Jeong Yunho x Reader 2.] Strangers: Jeong Yunho x Reader
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1.] Room for Two: Choi Jongho x Reader - wattpad request. 2.] Chasing Stars in the Dark: Jeong Yunho x Reader - wattpad request.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year ago
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Not A Verstappen: A New World {2}
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Unexpected allies and strange changes are happening both on and off the track. Warnings: 18+ only, mature content, we got another period WC: 2.4k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three
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Round One - Bahrain 2023 “Nice work out there,” Lance said as he clapped you on the back as you began your return to the motorhome smelling like champagne. 
“You too, not a bad start at all,” you said with a grin. It was the first race and already you had scored a podium for Aston Martin, albeit behind both Red Bulls. 
“Not sure your boyfriends would agree. Have you seen them yet?”
You sighed and shook your head. Charles had out-qualified you, both Ferrari’s starting a row ahead, but in the end he hadn’t been able to finish the race. Lando wasn’t much better, coming in last with who remained in the race. 
“I’ll hunt them down after I find my mum. She’s probably lost and confused by now.” 
“She’ll get used to the paddock soon enough. It must be good to have her finally come to your races.”
“I’m not sure she would say the same thing,” you chuckled. “Did you see how nervous she was at testing last week? Thought she was going to have an aneurysm when she heard my top speed.”
“Dad was like that when I started too.” Lance opened the door for you to the Aston Martin motorhome and grinned at the cheer that erupted. The race had only finished an hour ago and already the motorhome was being dismantled to move on to the next destination.
“One more race like that and we’ll already have more points than we had all of last year,” Lawrence said as he threw his arms around both you and his son. “Sensational! That’ll show the bastards at Red Bull they have a competition on their hands this year.”
“Can’t wait,” you smirked at the idea.
Lawrence squeezed your shoulder. “Show them what a mistake they made, alright?”
“With pleasure. Thank you for giving me the chance.”
Lawrence sighed and took a seat at an empty table, pointing you to the one opposite and he sent Lance off to get changed. “You’re a great driver, there’s no disputing that, so I’m happy to have you on the team - especially if you keep performing like you did out there. You could have an entire harem for all I care.”
“I’m happy with two, thanks,” you said with a laugh. “It does suck not being able to go out and celebrate though.” 
You had received a warning letter before the season began with an outline on which countries you would be arrested in for showing any PDA, same with Lando and Charles. Bahrain was one and the next stop in Saudi Arabia was another. Lewis had tried to speak up but his influence couldn't change the laws that were going to be upheld and there would be no leniency. 
“I’d rather not have to bail you out of jail so early in the season.”
“I can cover bail, just don’t rip up my contract,” you joked. “Please.”
“That wasn’t right. I have a daughter so I know full well the different treatment you ladies get no matter what you do.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice as he jutted a thumb over his shoulder, “They don’t even seem to remember Checo’s scandal in Monaco last year. It just goes to show that it wasn't because their ‘core values’ were breached. Red Bull is led by misogynists. End of.”
“Well don’t hold back, Mr Stroll.” You grinned at your boss and sat back in your seat feeling even more comfortable with your choice in employer. You had offers from Williams and Alfa Romeo, as well as a reserve driver for Mercedes, but you were glad you took the Aston Martin seat, even if green wasn’t your best colour. “I feel like I should set you up on a soap box outside their garage.”
“I’ve found they don’t pay much attention to words, we’ll just have to beat them instead,” he said as he rose from the table and wrapped his knuckles on the wooden top. “Have yourself a good evening.”
“You too, boss.”
After showering and searching the motorhome and failing to find your mum, you went in search through the paddock, finally locating her in McLaren’s hospitality. 
“One race and you ditched me already,” you said to her as you stole one of their bottles of water from the fridge. 
“I knew you were fine, so I thought I would check in on sweet Lando,” she said with a sad smile. “He’s not too happy with his result.”
You snorted a laugh and she slapped your arm as she shhh’d you. “What? No one jumps for joy at last place. It’s kind of obvious.”
“Just go and check on him okay? I’ll see you all for dinner later.”
You watched her navigate her way out and trusted that she could find her way back to Astin Martin. Kristian was staying in the same hotel so she was going to get a ride back with him while you rode with Lando and Charles after finishing the debrief and interviews. She had the endless patience of a saint, except when it came to the media.
You rapped your knuckles on the door before opening it and found Lando pacing the narrow space, his phone to his ear. “-least yours was a mechanical failure, my car is just shit. Oh, she just got here. We’ll see you soon. Love you.”
He tossed his phone onto the table and opened his arms, welcoming a warm embrace after the terrible performance he had endured. His chest was still damp from the shower and he smelt edible like a key lime pie when you kissed his collar bone. 
“Proud of you,” he murmured into your neck where he buried his face and inhaled your body wash too. 
“Proud of you too.” 
He pulled back and shook his head like he didn’t believe you and you caught his face in your hands, forcing him to face you. “I am proud of you, baby. What you did today was much harder than me…the fact you still finished the race and held your head high shows how resilient you are. I probably would have done a Kimi and just fucked off mid-race.”
His chest bounced with a small laugh because you both knew it was true. 
“You are going to be a world champion one day, I know it,” you swore as you pressed your forehead to his and felt him shake his head. “You don’t have to believe me, Lando. I believe in you. You deserve it, you have the raw talent - and one day you will have the car to match. Then you will be unstoppable.”
The door swung open as Charles let himself in and you delighted in the way his face lit up upon seeing you both opening your arms for him to join. “Mmmm,” he sighed as he closed his eyes and tipped his head onto Lando’s shoulder. “What a fucking day…Can we go home yet?”
Round Four - Baku 2023 You were a shoo-in for a podium place. It was in reach for the fourth race in a row, until the pain began. Sudden and strong, you nearly missed the corner as the ache in your abdomen grew to a point you couldn’t ignore it. You felt even bump in the road, every force of the turns, the pressure from your harness.
“Fuck,” you growled through gritted teeth. “How many laps left?”
“Five, why? Woah, your heart rate is through the roof,” Chris exclaimed, not nearly as calm as Nicholas would have been.
“Yeah, kind of happens when I’m in pain,” you retorted as you thought you could probably handle five more laps. There wasn’t another option anyway. 
By the penultimate lap Charles had overtaken you and you saw his helmet turn your way ever so slightly, like time slowed as he passed. There was no way to see under his visor but you knew there would have been a look of concern on his face.
“Try to at least maintain your pace, Sainz is currently gaining.”
“I’m fucking trying alright.”
You managed to remain in fourth position as you crossed the finish line and then returned to the pits to see Charles’ Ferrari taking the last podium parking spot. You would have liked to have parked there but if it had to go to someone else you were glad it was him. 
“Where’s Lando?”
“Ninth.”
You laughed happily at the news that he had also made it to the points again and turned off your engine to start unstrapping yourself. You reached between your legs for the buckle and swore under your breath as you felt the sticky residue on your race suit that was definitely not sweat.
Charles had been celebrating with his team before the final weigh in but when he returned to take a drink of water he noticed you still hadn’t climbed out of yours. He could see Lando’s car a few behind as he arrived but even he was touching down on the tarmac and pushing his steering console back into place.
“Charles, you’re up,” Max interrupted the step he took towards you. “What’s she doing? She’s not crying because she lost, right?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered half distracted before realising what Max had said and rolled his eyes. “She’s not crying.”
He seemed proven wrong when you pulled your helmet off your head and he saw tears streaming down your face. Max turned to Sergio and pointed to the interviewer waiting by the Sky News cameras. “Mate, can you go first?” They didn’t wait for an answer as your face contorted with pain and your head fell forward. 
“Baby, you alright?” Lando asked as he reached you first, reaching in and taking your steering wheel out for you as you shook your head. “Here, let me help you out.”
“I can’t get out of the car,” you admitted as tears of embarrassment wet your hot cheeks. 
“That's okay, I can carry you,” he murmured as he reached for you but you slapped his hands away. 
“I can’t get out of the fucking car!” you snapped, immediately getting the attention of Charles and Max who had arrived too, only increasing the anxiety that you were feeling. “Please, just get my pit crew to jack up the car and wheel me to the garage.”
“Why?” Max asked as he crossed his arms, but then they dropped as he barked a laugh. “Did you pee in the car?”
“Fuck off, twat,” you grunted as Charles hit him on the shoulder with a, “Mate, it happens, leave her alone.”
You hunched over and clutched your abdomen as a cramp wracked your body and a pained groan slipped out. “Oh, oh shit,” Lando reacted first, knowing exactly what was happening after surviving three of your menstrual cycles over the winter break. 
“Charles, Max, interview time.” 
They both glared at the FIA official but Lando nodded his head. “Go, I’ll take care of her.”
Three Days Later Your knee nervously bounced as you sat in the doctor's room. “I never get periods during the racing season, something must be wrong.”
“Well, your test results were all normal.” She pushed her glasses back up her nose as she changed the folders she was looking at. “Are you feeling stressed?”
You pondered the question for a moment, not really having realised how different life was in Aston Martin and not having to hide your relationship. “Not really, no.”
“But you used to be,” she noted as she read through her past comments on your file. “Stress, as you know, can upset your hormonal balance quite significantly.”
“So I’m getting my period again because I’m not as stressed? That’s inconvenient.”
“It’s how your body should function.”
“I need it to stop.”
Reaching into her drawer, she grabbed a few pamphlets and laid them across her desk. “There’s certainly options, but they could have other side effects.”
You left the office with a prescription in hand but you weren’t sure how your boyfriends were going to take the news. They were always concerned about your health and wellbeing that it could go one of two ways.
“I thought the hormones would mess with you,” Lando said as he shook the box and heard the rattle of the foil trays inside.
“They are messing with me now.” You dropped down onto the couch as he passed the box over to Charles to read. “Who knew Red Bull could be so stressful?” you mused.
“Pierre, Albono, Kvyat,” Lando listed with a smirk. 
“I think you should take them, if you think it will help,” Charles decided as he placed the box back in your hand.
“There’s only one way to find out,” you shrugged, cracking the foil seal on the first tablet. “Plus, we’ll save a fortune not having to buy condoms.”
“Wait, what?” Lando’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas. “I thought this was to stop your period.”
“I mean, it stops them, as well as having babies, like a two-for-one deal.”
“I could get on board that.” His lips curled up into a sexy smirk as he dropped into the space beside you and draped his arm across your shoulders. His body was already stirring at the idea and he looked up at Charles who had gone to get a glass of water for you. “Tell me you haven’t dreamt of this day.”
Charles rolled his eyes but didn’t refute him as he handed the glass over and watched you swallow the little pill. “Of course I have, mon cher.”
“Sorry, boys, it takes seven days to work. You’ll still have to wrap it if you want to tap it.”
It was mean but you took some pleasure in the collective groan they made.
“Block out your calendar,” Charles chuckled as he bent down and kissed you. “Seven days and we plan to absolutely ruin you.”
You squirmed at the thought, imagining the feel of their cum dripping from you after they filled you and it drove you feral. You grabbed Charles and pulled him onto the couch as he laughed at the sudden urge you had to feel his body on yours. 
“Tell us what you need, chérie,” he teased while Lando’s lips found your racing pulse.
Your core clenched and reminded you of the emptiness within. “You,” you begged as your hands disappeared up their shirts and felt the hard muscles beneath your palms. “I need you to ruin me.”
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how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.
MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)
YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER
Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.
warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.
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Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]
He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.
As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.
Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.
Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.
Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.
Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.
Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.
He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.
But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.
How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.
In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.
That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.
Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.
For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .
⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.
She has a pretty shit past.
Has always been a little scared of you.
Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.
She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.
Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.
Which brings me to Horni Levels.
If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.
The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.
She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.
How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.
A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]
Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.
She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.
Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.
Not like the professors assign you much.
A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.
Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.
The two of you are mostly amicable.
Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.
Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.
How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.
This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.
People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’
Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.
Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)
You don’t even know he exists.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.
It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.
No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?
A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.
Or well, just general fuckability.
People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.
Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.
You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.
It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.
You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.
It’s super effective!
It’s super effective.
You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.
You’re a bit of a sadist.
Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.
Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.
No one is normal in this College. Not even you.
You don’t even know he exists.
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sexellency · 1 year ago
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….goddamnit L.
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kikyoupdates · 2 months ago
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Love Bite ⭑˚🩸⭑ 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟
yandere!vampires x f!reader
yandere, reverse harem, original characters, vampire!ocs x fem!reader
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Desperate for money to pay off your debts, you sign up for a program that allows you to sell your blood to vampires. At first, everything is fine, and you’re finally able to make ends meet. But they soon begin craving more than just your blood.
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Once again, Xavier stands before you.
“Hi,” you greet, smiling awkwardly. “It’s nice to see you again. How are you doing?”
You’re not really sure why you keep bothering with the pleasantries, because it’ll probably end the same way every time. With him tilting his head at you and furrowing his brows in confusion.
You have to remember that for him, this is purely business. Maybe even less than that, actually.
He’s here to sate his appetite, and you are simply a means to an end.
“I’m fine,” Xavier replies, still frowning and no doubt wondering why you keep trying to make small talk with him. He then gestures towards one of the chairs. “Are you ready to get started?”
You nod and quickly sit down. Even though you came back here of your own volition, now that he’s about to drink your blood again, you can feel how fast your heart is beating in anticipation of the pain.
There’s no point in being scared. I need the money. I did it once, so I’m sure I can do it again.
“Whenever you want,” you tell him, white-knuckling the armrest of your chair. “I’m ready.”
Xavier takes a moment to settle beside you. He seems to be waiting just in case you refuse, and while you appreciate that he won’t do anything without your consent, the longer he takes to get started, the more nerve-wracking this whole thing is.
Finally, he bridges the distance, uses an arm to gently hold you in place, and presses his lips against your neck.
Just like last time, it fucking hurts. You can’t even pretend otherwise. There’s a reason why this program isn’t more sought-after. Not only do most humans live in fear of vampires, but the vast majority of people also aren’t desperate enough to sell their blood just to make ends meet. It’s a scary, painful experience, and it comes at a cost to your health, too.
This program was made deliberately for people like you—the hopeless and rundown.
You almost wonder what the other people who’ve signed up are like, but you decide it’s probably better not to meet them. Nothing good could possibly come of so many sad, pitiful souls gathering together in one place.
Anyways, what were you saying again? Oh, right.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
You tremble in place, doing your utmost not to grit your teeth and tense your muscles too much. The pain is one thing, but the sensation of having your blood drained—feeling it be directly siphoned from your body—is what’s truly horrifying. It feels wholly unnatural, and you’ll probably never be able to get used to it.
Still, you put on a brave face. You chose this, and right now, it’s the only option you have.
But apparently, you're not doing a very good job of being convincing.
Xavier pulls away and frowns. “You look like you’re suffering,” he remarks. There’s some blood on his lips, and you swallow at the sight, trying not to let it unnerve you.
“I’m fine,” you reassure. “This is no big deal.”
The last thing you want to do is scare him off. You need him to keep coming back. To you, the money you get from this is every bit as vital as the blood flowing through your veins.
Without it, you won’t survive.
Xavier narrows his eyes, and you fear that he’s starting to become rather annoyed with you. Perhaps he’d prefer someone else. Someone who isn’t such a baby and knows how to suffer through the pain without letting it show.
But instead of berating you, he does the exact opposite.
He apologizes.
“Sorry,” he sighs. “It’s been a long time since I drank someone’s blood like this. Up until I was admitted entry to the city, I lived off the government-issued blood packs, so I didn’t have to bite anyone. I suppose I should learn how to be a bit gentler.”
Uh... what?
You weren’t expecting this. You weren’t expecting this at all. Granted, he was very vocal about not wanting to force you into anything, but he never really struck you as the compassionate type. His expression is usually so stern, almost as frigid as his ice-cold hands.
But right now, he actually looks a bit sheepish.
You’re not sure if it’s the tenderness of his gaze, or the fact that someone’s actually treating you with empathy for a change, but either way, you find yourself blushing.
“I-It’s alright,” you say, glancing off to the side. Looking into those clear blue eyes of his is proving to be far too difficult a task right now. “I mean... it does hurt a bit, but I expected as much coming into this. I think I just need some more time to get used to it.”
“No. I’m sure it can’t be pleasant, so it’s up to me to do it in a way that isn’t quite so unbearable.” He lightly taps you on the hand, beckoning you to look at him again. “I’d like to try one more time,” he says. “With your permission, of course.”
Fuck. Here you are, selling your blood—which is quite possibly the least romantic thing in the world—but all of a sudden, you’ve got butterflies in your stomach.
It’s his fault for being so damn handsome. Or maybe you’re just not thinking clearly from all the blood loss.
Yeah. That must be it.
“Go ahead,” you reassure, adjusting your position and exposing your neck again. You take a deep breath, trying to relax, and you remind yourself that no matter how much it hurts, eventually, it will end.
Xavier’s fangs pierce your skin again, but even though you wince, you feel as though it’s slightly different from earlier. The way he’s drinking your blood is slower, more deliberate. It still hurts, no question about it, but you can tell that he’s now being conscious of how he does it.
Somehow, just the fact that he’s making an effort to hurt you less helps you cope a lot better than before.
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“Huh? A different vampire has personally requested me?”
You blink, holding your phone against your ear. Just moments ago, someone from Plasma Inc. called to inform you that you’ve got another client. The news comes as a surprise, especially since you’re pretty sure Xavier is the only vampire you’ve ever met.
“Um... you guys don’t happen to show the clients files of the people who’ve signed up for the program and rank their blood in terms of tastiness, right?”
It’s a stupid question, if the sigh the employee lets out is anything to go off. You felt like asking it anyways, though.
“Of course not,” they reply. “This is actually a very peculiar case. We normally match clients and donors randomly, but this particular client apparently caught a glimpse of you in the building. Certain vampires are more perceptive than others and can sense when someone has appetizing blood. He was adamant about meeting with you, but naturally, the choice is yours. Rest assured that we will never disclose any of your personal information to him, so you’re welcome to refuse.”
As if you would ever refuse an opportunity to earn more money. These people are seriously underestimating just how desperate you are.
“I’ll meet with him,” you agree. “Just let me know when I should stop by.”
This is a good thing, right? Assuming he likes you—which, it sounds like he already does—you’ll be able to meet with two clients regularly instead of one.
Paying off your debt is finally starting to feel like more than just a dream.
Not much time has passed since you last saw Xavier, but once again, you find yourself walking down the pristine, glistening white hallways of Plasma Inc.
“Before you go meet with your new client,” the doctor begins, “I feel the need to mention that there are limits to how frequently you can come in. We can’t in good faith let you come back too often and give away your blood, otherwise it comes at a detriment to your health, and we are liable for it. So, please understand that we will monitor how often you come in and impose restrictions. We won’t allow you to put yourself in harm’s way.”
Damn. Well, that does make sense, and you suppose it’s a good thing, ethically speaking.
But financially speaking—for you, at least—it isn’t exactly ideal.
Still, you nod in agreement. “I understand. I won’t do anything to get you guys in trouble.”
The doctor smiles and ushers you along. Well, it’s fine. Even if you don’t do this all the time, they pay you quite generously, most likely to incentivize people into signing up in the first place. And now you have two clients instead of one, which means that you’re bound to get paid more often anyways.
Besides, this isn’t a permanent solution. It’s only to help keep you afloat until you pay off your debt to Johnny.
Once this nightmare is over, you’ll finally know what it’s like to live a normal life.
“Go right ahead,” the doctor gestures, and since you’re starting to get used to this whole process by now, you step inside the room without any hesitation.
Then, you lock eyes with your new client.
He’s tall. Really, really tall, as if being a vampire wasn’t already intimidating enough. His eyes are even more piercing than Xavier’s pale blue ones. They glisten like shards of topaz, bright and beguiling. You haven’t yet realized that your lips are parted open in awe, and all of this feels suspiciously like déjà vu. Like when you first laid eyes on Xavier.
It turns out that vampires really are ridiculously attractive.
“Yay, you’re finally here!” he exclaims. He runs up to you, and without warning, pulls you into his arms.
Naturally, you flinch at the sudden contact, and even though he’s going to be biting your neck later, you’re pretty sure that this isn’t exactly appropriate.
“U-Um,” you stammer. You try to push him away, but he’s a million times stronger than you, so you may as well be trying to move a wall.
He squeezes you and lets out a pleased sigh. “I knew it. You really do smell amazing. I can only imagine how sweet your blood will taste.”
Oh, boy. He’s sniffing you.
This already doesn’t bode well.
Mercifully, he pulls away quickly enough, stopping to flash you a sharp-toothed grin. “I’m Felix,” he introduces. “Man, you’re even prettier in person too! This day just keeps getting better. I really struck gold here.”
You can’t tell if he’s a big flirt, or a creep, or if he’s just really excited to drink your blood.
Regardless, you don’t make any motion to leave.
No way in hell are you leaving without your money.
“I’m [Name],” you say, nodding your head a bit. “It’s nice to meet you, Felix. I heard that you requested me specifically, so... hopefully I won’t let you down.”
His grin gets even wider. “There’s no way you will. I’m confident about this. I don’t think I’ve ever met a human who smells as good as you do.”
“Um... thanks.”
You’re not really sure what else to say. He’s a lot different from Xavier, though, that much is for sure. He’s infinitely more expressive and doesn’t seem too concerned with keeping things professional.
Regardless, he’s a client, and unless you give him what he wants, you’re not going to get paid.
“Should we start now?” you ask, already sitting down.
Felix nods eagerly. He’s practically vibrating, incapable of containing his excitement. You suppose it’s a bit endearing. It seems like he’s really been looking forward to this, and money aside, it’s nice to be able to make someone happy.
You adjust the top of your shirt to better expose your neck, and you swear that Felix gulps at the sight.
“Whenever you’re ready, just—”
The rest of the words don’t make it out in time. He grabs you by the shoulders, forcefully, then bites into your neck without even bothering to ease you through it.
A sharp cry escapes your lips, and you whimper, doing everything you can not to scream again.
This is bad. Unlike Xavier, he’s making no attempt to be gentle. He’s slurping from your neck greedily, and even though he’s already pierced your skin, his fangs dig deeper, in a relentless pursuit of everything you have to offer.
Tears blur your vision. Holy fuck, it hurts. You never imagined that it could hurt this much. It was already bad enough before. Will you... even be able to handle this?
You moan softly, and even though you’re doing your best to hold it together, a few tears end up spilling down your cheeks. You can feel how damp your skin is. Not just your face, but also the tender spot on your neck that Felix keeps burying his fangs into.
The pain makes you pass out for a few moments, but it’s better this way, because when you come to, Felix has finally stopped.
His lips and chin are completely stained with your blood, and he makes no attempt to wipe it off either, unlike Xavier.
To make matters even worse, he actually has the nerve to smile.
“Amazing,” he mumbles. He doesn’t seem awfully concerned with the fact that you’re only semi-conscious right now, and instead presses his body closer to yours. “[Name], you really are amazing. I’ve never had such delicious blood before. Most humans taste disgusting to me, and it’s a pain just finding something I can stomach. I don’t think you understand how much it means to me that I’ve finally met someone like you.”
Sure, it sounds like a crappy situation, but you’re having a hard time sympathizing with him after he basically just mauled your neck.
You wince and press a hand against the bite mark, and when you pull your fingers away, you’re horrified to find that they’re completely coated in blood.
Sh-Shit...
Felix leans into your line of sight, still grinning widely. “Hey. I have an offer for you. I’m sure they must have told you that there are restrictions to how often you can sell your blood, but if you’re here, it’s because you need the money, right? So, how about we also meet up outside of our scheduled appointments? That way, I can drink your blood as often as I want, and you can make more money. And by that, I mean that I’ll pay you double what you’re getting here. Hm? How does that sound?”
Double?
As in, two times as much?
You blink repeatedly, suddenly completely lucid. The pain is still there, clear as day, but what you’ve just heard has imbued you with a new sense of bravery.
Felix clearly doesn’t know the meaning of holding back. You doubt he cares about hurting you, which means it’ll be painful as all hell, every single time. Honestly, if you really wanted to, you could drop him as a client altogether. He seems like the type that’s difficult to keep in line, especially when there’s something he wants.
But it’s obvious that he really, really likes your blood, and apparently, he’s willing to pay a steep price for it.
With that kind of money, you’ll be able to pay Johnny back even faster. You’ll be able to treat yourself to a nice meal every now and then, to put your feet down from time to time and get a proper night’s sleep.
Forget just surviving, you want to know what it’s like to actually live.
“This is strictly between the two of us,” Felix continues. “It has to be done in private, without anyone finding out. The laws on this stuff are pretty stingy, and I’m sure neither of us wants to get in trouble. But I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
Just a few moments ago, when you saw the bloody mess he made of your neck, you were actually considering never seeing him again. The pain was simply too much. You’ve suffered a lot, but even you have your limits.
Alas, in the face of money, you are nothing but a pathetic, subservient fool.
“Okay,” you mumble weakly. “Let’s do it.”
It’s probably a big mistake.
But you’re too desperate to care.
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Coming to you all soon: The 2023 Grand Himbo Tournament!!
Inspired by the @nonbiney-swag-competition mainly, created and hosted by @makerofmadness
edit: guys it's already started pleas catch up I can't tell everyone who thinks it hasn't started yet dndndndndndn
Edit 2; The tournament has officially concluded! Thanks for your participation, I will still be using this blog for helping spread other tournaments, and also posting cringe
Welcome one and all, to the most ambitious tournament probably so far (that is to say, I chose way too many characters but in my defense I had found a blank template for a smash bros character roster thing and wanted to fill the whole thing up, even if I had to turn to the dark side to do so for one or two picks): The 2023 Himboff!
Round 1 Part 1 will begin on Friday, hopefully giving everyone enough time to prepare themselves for battle (I describe this as if it's a war and not a tumblr pollnament-).
EDIT: Yes I am being told that I may have included characters who may not fit the himbo criteria perfectly but in my defense i am not in every fandom and my research consisted of furious googling so if google lied to me then blame that
Now, without further ado, here is our roster!!
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The himbos, in order from top to bottom, left to right:
Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)
Kronk (The Emperor's New Groove)
Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)
Glamrock Freddy (Five Nights at Freddy’s)
Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale)
John F Kennedy (Clone High)
Joseph Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Son Goku (Dragon Ball)
Fred Jones (Scooby Doo)
Knuckles (Sonic Boom)
Chandlo Funkbun (Bugsnax)
Hercules (Hercules)
Milo (Pokémon)
Tom Dupain (Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir)
Jake English (Homestuck)
Launchpad McQuack (Ducktales)
King Dedede (Kirby)
Jonathan Joestar (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Lupin III (Lupin III)
Bolin (The Legend of Korra)
Big the Cat (Sonic)
Joey Wheeler (Yu-Gi-Oh)
Maui (Moana)
Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney)
Sun Wukong (RWBY)
Terra (Kingdom Hearts)
Dimitri (Fire Emblem)
Brock (Pokémon)
Emile (How Not to Summon a Demon Lord)
Galo Thymos (Promare)
Gladiolus Amicitia (Final Fantasy)
Groose (The Legend of Zelda)
Hector (Fire Emblem)
Gonta Gokuhara (Danganronpa)
Indus Tarbella (Epithet Erased)
Tyko (Harmoknight)
Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Toshinori Yagi (My Hero Academia)
Zeke von Genbu (Xenoblade)
Reyn (Xenoblade)
Koichi Zenigata (Lupin III)
Zhongli (Genshin Impact)
Killer T Cell (Cells at Work!)
Jean Pierre Polnareff (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)
Muscle Cookie (Cookie Run)
Flynn Rider (Tangled)
Prince Naveen (The Princess and the Frog)
Captain Underpants (Captain Underpants)
Kofu (Pokémon)
Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)
Larry the Lobster (Spongebob SquarePants)
Ralph (Wreck-It Ralph)
King Fergus (Brave)
Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer)
Joey Tribbiani (Friends)
Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)
Jason Mendoza (The Good Place)
Troy Barnes (Community)
Kamina (Gurren Lagann)
Alfred F. Jones (Hetalia) (sincere apologies)
Andy Dwyer (Parks and Recreation)
Thor (Marvel)
Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl)
Valhallen (Powerpuff Girls)
He-Man (He-Man and the Masters of the Universe)
Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption)
Leon (Pokémon)
Sam (Stardew Valley)
Reigen Arataka (Mob Psycho 100)
Clawd Wolf (Monster High)
Guillermo (Himbo Harem Homicide)
Galio (League of Legends)
Mirio Togata (My Hero Academia)
See you all on Friday for when the Himboff commences!
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bring-backup-99 · 6 months ago
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Night Three
Full fic on Ao3
PAIRING: tech x fem reader
SUMMARY: You’ve spent the last two nights hooking up with a handsome stranger. You promise yourself this is the last time.
WORDS COUNT: 1311
RATING + WARNINGS: 18+, spicy, porn with minimal plot, PiV, oral sex (female receiving), touch of Dom!Tech
NOTES: This is Part 3 of the first installment of my reverse harem “Bad Choices” smutlet series on Ao3. Yes, this is how I channeled my extra energy after the Season 2 finale.
Although it’s written in second person, my heroine eventually has a very established relationship with the Batch.
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“This is the last time,” you tell yourself. You’re not waiting for this man at a bar anymore. It doesn’t matter how this night ends, good or bad. At the moment odds are 40/60 bad, based on the fact that you’re lying on the cold floor of a spaceship, dress gone, underwear lost, legs spread, and half fucked. He’s fixing something and not giving you any relief. This is not ideal.
When he finally appeared, you didn’t stay long. He kissed you ravenously, paid your tab, then pulled you out of the bar. He put you on top of a speeder, which you assume he stole since he ditched it a short way from the spaceport. He seemed hungry for you tonight, based on the way he’d been kissing you, pressing you against walls and ships to manhandle you. Finally, one of the ships had a gangway open, and he practically carried you up the stairs before shutting the door behind you both.
He immediately stripped off your dress and panties and lifted you so your legs hooked around his waist, your lips locked together, and you ground yourself against…some kind of pouch. Maybe a tool belt. You couldn’t tell. After what he did to you last night, you were beyond horny and were desperate to feel him inside you again. He pinned you to the wall, his hands between your legs, two fingers sliding knuckle deep into you. You whimpered, needing more. And then he…just put you down. A noise from the ship’s console had distracted him, and he’d turned to it immediately.
“That should not be happening,” he’d said, echoing your own thoughts, as you watched him pull a tool off his belt, crouch under the control panel to examine the issue, then lie on his back and start working.
Your brain could not process what was happening. One moment you were ready to get absolutely railed by this tall, handsome stranger, and now he’d gone full mechanic mode. Legs unsteady, you staggered over to one of the chairs and collapsed into it. You watched him work for a moment before noticing the large bulge still in his pants. He wasn’t so far under the panel that you couldn’t get to him, so you decided to throw caution to the wind. What was the worst that could happen?
He didn’t make any noise when you straddled his thighs, and he barely twitched when your hand stroked the length of him through his pants. You did it again, this time cupping his balls with one hand as the other worked up his shaft, feeling him harden fully, and then began undoing the fastening that kept him from you. You groaned when you finally saw his erection, feeling its heat in your palms. Since he still hadn’t stopped you, or the work he was doing, you eased yourself up, rubbing the head against your wet opening, then sinking yourself down on him.
That got his attention. He paused and looked at you. You could see your reflection in his ever present goggles. You could not suppress your cry as you felt yourself spread around him. He watched you fuck yourself on him, one hand holding on to the console to support yourself, knees screaming in protest against the cold hard metal floor. You felt him shift slightly to meet you and heard the clink of his tools placed next to him.
His hands grasped your hips, and then, in a move that was truly incomprehensible to you, he lifted you off of him and deposited you on the floor.
You lay there stunned for a moment, watching him refasten his pants and hearing his tools clinking again as he worked under the console.
In response to your cry of frustration, you hear him say, “You began prematurely.” Defeated, you don’t move until he finally gets up and offers you a hand. “Don’t pout,” he says, putting you back into one of the chairs.
You sit still, the cold torture against your hot skin. He tinkers around the ship for a few minutes more before returning, having removed his belt and a number of the pouches that were strapped to his body.
“Do you want to leave?” he asks, coming down on one knee in front of you, spreading your legs, pulling your hips toward him, while pushing your torso back. You whimper, feeling his breath along your thighs. He lifts your hips, his face dipping between your legs, taking in the mingled scent of his musk and your excitement. His tongue traces around your swollen labia, tasting you, then flits against your clit, making you moan. He holds your wrists firmly, as he fully presses his lips around you, sucking roughly, using his tongue to ravage your sensitive tip. You’re so close, so tantalizingly close, that of course he stops, but just for a moment. He’s undone his pants, thick cock ready.
Demonstrating his strength again, he lifts you onto him, before switching places with you on the chair. You sink down on him, moaning in sweet relief. He moves with you this time, thrusting into you as you fuck him. You use his shoulders for leverage as you bring yourself up and down on his length. His hand reaches between you, collecting your wetness from his shaft, then catching your swollen nub between his fingers, tugging and stroking it, while your cries become wilder and louder. The orgasm is blinding and made more intense by the rough rhythm he is keeping inside you, taking you through waves and waves of bliss.
“I don’t think I can move,” you whisper as you collapse against him, your pussy pulsing around his thickness.
“That will not be a problem,” he answers, almost snarkily, not that you care anymore. He holds your hips down as he pushes deeper into you. When you tighten around him, he gasps, his thrusts losing their rhythm but making up for it in force. The friction stimulates you again, and you’re moaning against his shoulder, trying to ride him. He groans and starts to say something.
“I don’t object,” you answer before he forms the words. His hands grasp your hips firmly, moving you in time with his thrusts, until finally with a loud gasp, you feel him orgasm inside you. You keep rocking your hips on him as his cock twitches. Finally he stops you, and you press yourself to his chest, taking a few minutes to recover. With great effort, you lift yourself off him, his cum spilling out of you, onto his softening cock, down your thigh. He catches you as your legs give way and gently places you back in the chair, which is now much warmer than earlier. He cleans you both up with a soft towel he produced out of nowhere, and lets you rest.
You jerk awake from a light doze. You hadn’t been asleep too long since you’re not yet chilled by the cool air of the ship. You retrieve and slip on your dress, but your underwear are nowhere to be found.
He’s sitting in the pilot’s chair, working at the console, and turns to you as you approach.
“Would you like me to return you to your domicile?”
“Hmmmm?” You pretend to contemplate as you lean down to kiss him. “But I’m not tired.”
Your hand drifts into his lap, your fingers stroking along the outline of his hardening cock. The console beeps, a comm signal. He answers.
“Tech. We’re ready for pick up.”
“Understood. I will leave momentarily.”
You sigh. “Well that’s disappointing.”
“Transit time is 1.12 hours…if you would like to accompany me.” He’s already stood and lifted you against the console, your legs wrapped around him. You can hear him pushing buttons behind you, but you don’t care.
He really is impossible to refuse.
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The rest of the series can be found here.
Warning: It gets kinky.
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your-highnessmarvel · 10 days ago
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cotton candy | s.riley
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character
Warnings: ok so UM AHAHAH. SMUT. SMUT. SMUT. Reverse harem? Language.
Chapter Summary: She never thought she'd ever do this. But here she was. And here she will be forever, stuck in this room with them, unable to ever truly leave. Because the woman who walked through that door will not be the same who walks out.
A/N: HAHAHAHAHAH i went so overboard. Enjoy depravity.
Masterlist
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It wasn't long until the boredom set in.
With Soap laying down on a bunk, arm thrown over his shoulder, and Laura standing in the corner like she was acting out a childish punishment--the place felt odd.
Ghost had no idea how long they would take to sweep the base for shadows and get comms back on. He had no idea how long it would take to reboot everything.
But he did know that it was safer for him to stay here, with Laura, making sure her heart kept beating and her blood stayed in her veins.
He'd been so sure she was dead, under that guy. Her feet had gone still, her hands falling each side of her head. Ghost remembered the rage that had consumed him, from head to toe, gripping his rifle until he was sure his knuckles would burst from under his skin.
He'd calculated that shot in seconds and he'd prayed it didn't nip her head, her ear, or even her hair. He would've torn that man to shreds just for putting his hands on her.
And when Ghost had seen the blood, hot and wet, dotted on her face, splotched on her neck and gushing down her neck--he was sure she'd had her throat slit, but she'd gasped, air filling her lungs and his at the same time.
He looked at her now, huddled in the corner as if mommy put her there for bad behavior. Hands around her waist, leaning against the wall with her eyes cast to her dirty, bloodied sneakers.
"Can I go out - "
"No," Soap and Ghost said in unison--for like, the 12th time.
"But I just want to wash my hands," she whined, and Ghost snorted behind the balaclava. He'd taken off the bone mask, and it sat beside him on the bunk. A sliver of light kept drifting into the room, from the closed drapes, and sometimes, the sun would catch in his eyes and he'd close them.
"Alright," Soap groaned, swinging up and onto his feet, exasperated. "If princess wants water, I'll get her water."
Ghost wanted to laugh as he watched Soap saunter to the door, giving Laura a grimace that she laughed at. At least she was laughing. It was better than completely catatonic, which she'd been for the first 20 minutes of their quest in silence in this room.
He knew she was moving towards him even without seeing her. Ghost was staring straight ahead, his well-tuned ears catching on to the sound of her sneakers scratching on the white tiled floor.
"Ghost?"
"Laura?" Her name on his lips tasted like honey. He'd never think of this particular arrangement of letters in any other way. This name would forever be branded against his brain, an annoying, raven-haired reminder.
"I just want to say thank you," she said on an exasperated breath, as if she was at gunpoint forced to say that.
Ghost reached up, unhooked his helmet, and took it off. A flicker of light sliced horizontally on his face, brightening one blue eye. He let his helmet clammer to the ground. Then he pulled apart the velcro of his vest, the sound like a thunderclap in the silence of the room.
"Ghost?"
He hummed in response.
"Why are you... are you getting undressed?"
He smiled behind the mask. "I'm just shedding some weight," he answered calmly. He could practically hear the wheels turning in her head, the little hamster going a million miles an hour. "You're welcome, by the way," he said.
She took him by surprise when she sat down next to him, gripping the edge of the bunk bed with white knuckles.
He let the vest hit the ground too.
He looked at her, saw the bruises on her neck, under the blood. He felt rage rise in his throat all over again, but he clamped it to ash between his teeth before it could get any further.
"Are you okay?" he muttered. She looked up at him; big-doe eyes, wet with tears, cherry-red cheeks.
"My throat hurts," she mumbled back. "Like someone poured red hot lava into my mouth."
He clenched his teeth, picturing that guy over her, squeezing every atom of breath from her lungs. "That's what strangling does to you," he answered.
And then she said it. "I'm bored."
Ghost wanted to laugh because half of his job was waiting around, bored out of his God forsaken mind.
He was about to answer, tell her to entertain herself in her head like he does by thinking of her when Soap came back into the room with a bang.
"Alright!" he sing-songed. "There's water in a bucket, a soap bar, and a wet towel. Where do you need me, pancake?"
She turned, smiling back at Soap. He made his way over, setting the bucket at her feet, the soapy water sloshing onto her shoes. She chuckled, pulling her feet up, and the sound filled Ghost's head with birds.
Soap and Ghost exchanged a heavy look as Soap dipped his hands in the water, laving up the towel and then wiping her shoes.
"You don't have to," Laura mumbled, embarrassed.
Soap laughed, low in his chest, but he wiped her shoes clean and then dumped the towel back into the water. Taking it out, he wrung it and reached for her face.
"I can do that," she laughed, teeth and all.
Soap raised a brow. "Let me, please." He took one soapy hand against her shoulder, wetting her shirt, and gently wiped the side of her face. Ghost watched her eyes, huge and glassy, the flicker of light from the drapes cutting along her left eye.
Soap was kneeling between her legs, wiping along her neck, wetting the front of her t-shirt. She kept looking at him, examining the soot on his neck, the length of his fingers, his shoulders.
She barely registered when Ghost brushed her hair over her shoulder, raven locks sliding across her wet shirt.
She watched as Soap wet the towel again and purposefully let it drip and soak through her shirt, squeezing it against her bloodied neck. Ghost watched the drops disappear into her shirt, and he was jealous of them, that they got to be so close to her skin.
Ghost took his gloves off and he didn't miss the way her eyes flicked down to watch his fingers flex against his knees. He also didn't miss the way her tongue came out to wet her lips.
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My heart was beating a million miles an hour, an angry little drummer boy bent on breaking every last one of my ribs.
As the water soaked my front, rendering my shirt useless at this point, I felt Ghost's bare fingers drag my hair back again, folding it behind my ears.
I breathed in, watching Soap's mouth pull into a smile. He put the rag back into the water, wrung it, brought it to my chin. The force of him cleaning my skin made my face turn, and then I was facing blue eyes, calm ocean waters, rimmed with light blonde lashes.
Ghost dragged a thumb across the left side of my face. "She's so pretty," he hummed. I had no idea who he was telling this to. To me. to himself. To Soap.
But the way he bore his eyes into mine felt like being plugged into a wall--electric and vibrant. I wanted to soak in that light.
Soap's wet hands dragged down my neck, washing away the dirt and blood and fingerprints. He caught onto the hem of my shirt. "Take this off," he said, calmly. But it wasn't an ask. It was a demand.
I gulped, retuning my gaze to the man at my feet. "But-"
He shook the soaping towel in front of me. "Gotta get every drop of blood off ya," he interrupted, his lips pulled back, showing his teeth. It felt like a predator's warning, showing his canines to the trusting little lamb.
Ghost helped me out of my t-shirt, pushing my hair back behind my shoulders once I was free of the soaked garment. I didn't look at him, rather entranced by the way Soap's eyes drunk me in; wide brown irises, reddening cheeks. It made me wonder if Ghost ever blushed.
"She really is somethin'," Soap muttered.
I was left in my bra, my own cheeks warming at the idea of being half naked before these two men.
My skin was on fire. I was sure that they could see the steam rising off the water droplets on my chest.
I sat there, heart hammering against my breastbone, as Soap finished washing the blood from my chest. From my face. Scrubbing my ears and my hairline until I felt raw, humid.
All while Ghost sat silently beside me, his eyes burning cigarette holes into the side of my face.
Soap slowly dropped the wet towel into the bucket with a sloppy sound. I watched him drag the bucket aside, the sound like grating nails on a board.
I swallowed hard when he scooted in between my legs, his hands spreading my knees apart to accommodate the width of his shoulders.
Ghost grabbed my chin, jerking my eyes to his. They were hooded, his pupils blown. "It's okay," he hushed, pressing his thumb against my lower lip.
I felt Soap's hand brush my waist.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I thought... I thought Ghost would never let anyone touch me this way. Grab my bra straps and pull them down, rise onto his knees and kiss my shoulders. Hold one of my tits in his hands, squeezing, pulling, groaning into my shoulder.
Ghost held my stare as Soap kissed up my neck, over the sensitive bruises, until he was kissing my jaw, his breath in my ear.
"You wanna kiss her, Sarge?" Ghost grumbled, his eyes creasing. He was smiling.
Soap chuckled lowly, darkly. "Yeah."
Ghost let go of my lip and his hands were replaced by Soap's fingers gliding across my jaw, pulling my face to his. He'd always been taller than me, but like this, with him knelt before me and me sitting on the cot, we were finally seeing eye-to-eye.
I saw him smile, a corner smirk, before he pressed his mouth to mine.
He held the back of my head, kissing me slowly. Devouring. Savoring. He tasted so different than Ghost. Where the latter was all dark ash and sweet musk, Soap was honey and blueberry.
The tip of his tongue caressed my lower lip. He groaned, grabbing onto my thigh as he deepened the kiss. He was getting rougher, quicker, kissing me with such ardour. He was a man starved, parched, drinking from the oasis in the dessert.
He pulled away, panting, watching me. I hadn't even touched him, so surprised, so baffled by the...whole situation.
My cheeks were aflame as I raised my hands. I grabbed onto his forearm with one, wrapping the other on the side of his neck, pulling him in for more.
This time, I was ready. I kissed him back, savoring the sickly sweet taste of him--his tongue against mine, his canines nipping the corner of my mouth. The way the stubble on his chin scratched at mine. The way he smelled, invading me. The way his hand tugged the roots of my hair.
He was warm and sweet and even the small sound his made when I pulled him closer made a volley of birds take flight across my tummy.
I hadn't even noticed that Ghost was touching me, petting my hair, rubbing his knuckles down my arm.
Then Soap pulled back, examining me under his thick lashes. "You good, lassie?" he whispered.
I gulped, looking up at Ghost. Why?
"Yeah," I answered.
Ghost hummed. "Lie back," he ordered.
I frowned, watching him and Soap get to their feet, standing over me, towering.
Then Ghost stepped forward, gently pushing me back into the cot, twisting me until my shoulders pressed into the flimsy material.
I waited, staring at the ceiling. Ghost came to my feet, Soap behind my head. He bent at the knees, bringing his mouth next to my ear.
"You know how good you taste?" he whispered, drawing goosebumps along my skin. I saw his hands move, felt Ghost pick up my foot and tug my shoe off.
I felt Soap's hands push my bra down, freeing my tits, heard him hiss through his teeth. I felt Ghost tug my other shoe free, heard it land dully on the floor.
"Look at ya," Soap groaned against my hairline, pinching my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them, causing me to arch off the cot and bend my knees.
I felt a deep, aching thud between my legs as I pulled towards Soap, hearing him coo in my ear.
And then Ghost's fingers were popping the button of my pants, sliding down my zipper. My breath hitched and I arched up, balling my hands into fists.
Ghost trailed a finger up my bare navel.
"It's okay," Soap mumbled in my ear, pressing his palms flat against my breasts. "Let us see you, Laura."
I shuddered, but remained quiet. Ghost's fingers returned to my waist, hooking in the band of my pants, tugging downward.
"Lift your hips up for me," he ordered, his voice soft. I obeyed, raising my hips, and I heard Ghost shuffle down, pulling my pants until he'd revealed my thighs, my knees. Until he was carefully lifting up one ankle to tug my pant leg off, the other.
Until I heard my pants fall to the floor.
"Fuck," Ghost muttered.
I pulled my knees together, my hands automatically shielding my panties. Even my toes curled in my socks.
"She looks amazing from here," Soap said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he palmed my tits, pushing them together between his hands. "How does she look from there, L.T?"
I wanted to melt. Not from being so exposed in front of Ghost, Soap. Not from being with two men. Not because I was liking it.
But because they were discussing me as if I wasn't there.
"Fucking ravishing, Johnny," Ghost answered, and I heard him get to his knees, my eyes locking with the ceiling as his hands grabbed my waist roughly, dragging me to the edge of the cot.
My insides turned to liquid when he hauled each leg over his shoulder, the backs of my knees on the rough fabric of his army-issued shirt.
"Here," Ghost said, and he handed something dark to Soap. "She likes to be blinded."
I opened my mouth the say something, but Soap wrapped a dark cloth over my eyes, tying it behind my head. I reached up, feeling it with my hands. Soap dragged his fingers along my forearms, slowly pulling my hands away.
I felt Ghost's breath on my inner thigh, and I clamped up, afraid that if I didn't control myself, I'd wiggle my hips in his face like a desperate whore.
"Let me in, Laura," Ghost warned, pressing one big hand to my thigh and pressing it open.
"She's blushing," Soap said, bemused, kissing my temple, my hairline. Playing with my tits as he saw fit--and I let him.
I let him because I felt Ghost hook a finger in my panties, pull the wet fabric aside until his cool breath was ghosting my core. I let Soap pinch my nipples, knead my tits because now Ghost pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit and my entire body reacted--arching off the cot, pushing my hips closer to his finger, searching and searching for more friction.
"Oh," Ghost chuckled lowly, deep in his chest. "She's desperate."
Soap laughed lowly. "Better give her what she wants, then, L.T."
I whimpered audibly when Ghost pressed harder on my clit, circling it slowly, titillating me. Slowly and slowly, deeper circles until I was breathing harder, faster, arching my tits into Soap's waiting hands. Curling my toes against Ghost's back, feeling him bend forward until he replaced his thumb with his mouth.
The moan that broke free from my lips was almost pornographic. But the way Ghost was licking me, sucking me, both hands digging deep into the meat of my thighs--it was a pleasure I'd never felt before. It coursed through my veins, from the tips of my toes to my hairline, dragging goosebumps along my flesh, lighting the embers in my belly.
"That feel good, princess?" Soap whispered in my ear, a purr.
I couldn't form a coherent answer. Ghost was nipping and sucking on my clit, pressing a finger into my hole slowly, stretching me out.
"Look at you," Soap continued. I moaned in response, biting it back behind my lips. "You're already so soaked. So wet for us."
I gasped, arching into Ghost's mouth, feeling his tongue lap me up. He groaned against me, fucking me with his finger slowly, brushing against a spot in me that made my knees shake.
"She's getting there, L.T," Soap said through a kiss on my cheek, on my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.
How did he know?
I didn't have a second to ponder that thought. The pleasure of Ghost's tongue pressed flat on my clit, licking long, languid strokes sent another wave of fire washing through me.
"Look at this pretty hole," Ghost muttered, pulling back, leaving me raw and wanting, panting and whimpering against Soap's mouth.
Ghost pumped his finger, once, twice, three times in and out of me, watching me swallow it whole. I moaned, trying to picture his face, trying to soak up what he felt.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, slowly rubbing me, fucking me with his finger. I pressed my knees closed instinctively, but one of Ghost's big palms pulled my knee back open.
"Let me watch you, Laura," he rasped, and oh, my name on his lips was a sin.
He played with me like that, watching his finger fuck me. Watching his thumb circle my clit slowly. Watching my hips stutter, my mouth open in a moan, in a whimper. Watching my chest rise and fall, Soap pressing kisses on my cheeks, my mouth, my shoulders.
"Stop playing with your food, Ghost," Soap groaned. "She's shaking."
And I was, trembling against the cot, my hands raising to cover my own breasts.
Ghost chuckled. Mean.
But he replaced his thumb by the warmth of his mouth, his lips, his wet tongue. He replaced the circles with sucking, lapping, nipping, until a knot formed deep in my belly and my hips started to grind on his mouth of their own accord.
He kept fucking his finger into me, and when he added another, my head went haywire. I moaned out his name, like a prayer, the knot deepening in my belly. I reached up to grab Soap's hand, hearing him whisper dirty, dark nothings into my ear, but I didn't hear, I didn't care.
All that mattered was Ghost stretching me out with two fingers, his mouth and tongue sucking on my clit, lapping me up like a last meal.
"I can hear your cunt," Soap whispered in my ear. "You're so soaked, I can hear you, princess."
I bit my lip, moaning behind my teeth, squeezing his hand.
"Can you hear yourself?" Soap panted in my ear.
I could. Oh, God, yes I could.
"You should see the way you're desperately moving," he continued, biting my ear. "Letting Ghost finger-fuck that little hole, huh?"
Ghost pulled back, admiring his work. "She's swallowing my fingers like a good girl," he said, he voice wretched, roach. They shared a chuckle, while Ghost still pumped his digits in me, culling a pleasure in my core like never before. "She's letting me stretch her out. So tight, so wet."
His words, so dirty, so unlike him, were bringing me to the edge of insanity.
"Simon, please," I begged.
"Hold her down, Johnny," Ghost said nonchalantly.
Soap took both my wrists in one hand, holding them over my head. I was about to ask why, but I didn't even have the bandwidth to ponder why when Ghost added a third finger into my cunt.
My mouth opened, breath lodged in my lungs. He pumped slower, but still, deep and long strokes, stretching me out completely.
"Fucking hell," Ghost sighed, cooed. I could hear the sloppy sounds of my cunt sucking his fingers, and the mix of pain, of pleasure, of the slick I could feel coating his digits, made my blood sing.
"That's it," Soap whispered. "Relax, princess, shhh." He was petting my hair, kneading my tits, rubbing me until I'd adjusted to Ghost's fingers and he resumed his pace.
I was nearing my own end again, like in the showers, and I wanted that hot, intense pleasure again. I wanted to fling myself off the cliff.
Somehow, Ghost knew, pumping faster, rubbing that spot in me that made stars dance behind my lids. Replacing his tongue with his thumb to rub me faster, harder.
He kissed the inside of my thigh. "Come on, Laura," he grunted. "Cum for me. Cum for me and Johnny." He was panting, kissing my knee, and when he bit into the soft flesh on the inside of my thigh, I broke.
The knot snapped and warm, fuzzy pleasure flooded up my belly. I moaned Simon's name, Soap's. I shuddered against Ghost's hand, squeezing his fingers, gushing on his palm. I heard him swear, heard Soap whisper, "good girl," against my humid hairline.
I was left a twitching mess.
My heart hammered behind my ribs, my palms loosened out of Soap's grip, my arms flapping to my sides. I felt the blood coming back to my head, my lungs burning.
Ghost slipped his fingers out of me. "Fuck, Johnny, look at this perfect little hole."
I heard shuffling, Johnny walking, crouching in front of my bare pussy. I blushed, my cheeks so hot, so warm, I thought I was starting a fever.
I was still sensitive, overly so, when Soap brushed his hands on the inside of my thighs.
"Let me have a taste, sweetheart," Soap groaned, almost pleaded. I couldn't see him. Couldn't know he was already bent in front of me, when he pressed a small, chaste kiss to my clit.
I twitched, moaned pathetically.
"She's already so riled up," I heard Ghost say. Where was he? "She'll cum for us again so quick."
And he was right.
When Soap's kisses turned to long strokes of his tongue, I was already halfway there. I moaned quietly, exhausted, when he spread me open and sucked on my clit, lapping his tongue on me.
My toes were numb, my legs limp, when he plunged his own finger in my wet hole, moaning against me, pumping his finger and licking me to his own rhythm.
It wasn't long until I was trembling, moaning incoherently, begging him. My hands found his Mohawk, holding on, grinding against his mouth until I was cumming on his lips, muttering his name over and over again.
Johnny.
Johnny.
John.
When I was just a numb mess, Soap carefully replaced my panties over my pussy.
And then Ghost was touching me, his rough knuckles on each side of my ribs. Soap left me, cold and shivering.
The cot dipped under Ghost's weight as he bent forward, a knee between my limp knees. He kissed my belly, my sternum, until he was completely over me, a knee on the cot between my legs.
I reached up, touching his bare face. Feeling the stubble under my finger tips. Touching his eyes, his mouth--still wet. I wish I could see him. See what he's feeling, thinking.
"Little dove," he whispered, so low I barely heard him. I didn't know where Soap was, I couldn't feel him anywhere. But I didn't care. I reached up, slowly grasping Ghost's hair, and pulled him down.
I tasted myself on his lips, but it didn't matter. I wanted him close. I needed him close.
Soap too.
I kissed him fervently, parting my lips to let his tongue pet mine timidly. I arched into him, feeling his waist with my knees. He grunted into the kiss, pushing me deeper into the cot.
And then pulled back, gently sitting me up.
Dizzy, I asked, "Soap?" My voice was squeaky, broken.
"Right here, pumpkin," came his soothing, low voice, and he grabbed my jaw, pulling my face up to kiss me. In the dark, behind the blindfold.
He drank me in, kissing me hard, parting my lips forcefully.
And just like Ghost, he pulled back gently. He dragged my bra straps back up, rearranged my bra so I was covered. I felt another pair of hands on my shoulders, and Ghost helped me back into my shirt.
"Looks like we'll be here a while," Ghost said. I was still blindfolded, but I looked up, following his voice. "Let's get some rest, yeah?"
I nodded, feeling his hand wrap around mine. When I got up, Soap's finger grazed my waist, and I realized I wasn't wearing any pants.
But I didn't care. I was so exhausted, so drained from cumming, from having my heart beat so fast for these two men, from breathing so hard I thought my lungs would burst.
The prospect of sleep sounded amazing to my empty, exhausted little head.
"Here," Ghost said. "Lie down." I got to my knees, on the floor, and then felt his hands on my waist, guiding me until I was lying between his legs, back against his chest.
My whole body relaxed instantly, and I curled up against him.
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istadris · 10 months ago
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How do you think each person in Luigi's harem, both good and evil, would kiss him? From soft kisses, normal, body kisses, make outs, etc.
Think you can make a bulletpoint list for each person?
Took me a while to answer because BOY *cracks knuckles*
Buckle up, ladies and gents, this is gonna be a long one.
Daisy is the surprise kisser. Luigi and her have a game of being able to catch him with a kiss out of nowhere on the cheek, the neck or the mouth. Usually with some tickling involved. Luigi loses most of the time and he loves that game with all his heart. She loves the most giving him surprise kisses on his nose, but when she's in the mood and actually starts making out with him, he's quickly left breathless (and eager for more).
King Boo is THE Tongue kisser. Boos don't have reproductive organs like humans but what they lack downstairs, they more than make up for it with their insane tongue. On every part of the body. The teeth add to the thrill.On the downside, it makes ANY kiss quite the affair; not easy to give a peck on the cheek when you have a three meters tongue.
Bowser kisses the way he does everything : impulsively, brutally, following his hot blood and desiderata of the moment. Picking Up Luigi like a little pet and half-eating him. On the other hand, if Luigi is the one initiating, Bowser completely loses his cool and flubs all the way back to the Darklands.
Peasley is a Romantic, in every sense of the term. He gives gentlemanly hand kisses, he holds Luigi's hand tenderly and kisses it while they're watching a spectacle, he'll kiss Luigi goodbye or hello in the morning, and Luigi is flustered every. Single. Time. Blushing tomato red and hiding under his cap.
Dimentio is a tease. All seductive and flirty and cryptic, subtly leading Luigi to him, biting his earlobe and whispering what he would do to him afterwards...and zapping out of range, denying Luigi and leaving him frustrated to the point of actually chasing after Dimentio.
Antasma is demanding, especially in his vampire form; he takes pleasure in towering over Luigi, holding him and making the better use of his claws to grip and scratch Luigi. He likes to leaves hickeys and bites all over Luigi (especially in places that Luigi can't cover easily and gets embarrassed about) . Until the day he messes up in a spell and gets stuck in his itty bitty batty form, and Luigi discovers he actually loves little kisses on his bat boop. Which Luigi is more than happy to provide.
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