#language kink?

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Tailoring

Author's note: More of Petras in Divergence Husbandry AU

Summary: Petras makes a gift for his beloved whore, and they enjoy it together.

Warning: CW: Smut, lemon, NSFT, Amor Kink, Language Kink, Master/Servant Kink, Uh... Let me know if I need to add anything.

Past =-= Next

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged: @sleepyfan-blog, @ms--lobotomy , @thevoidscreams, @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Tagged: @felinisnoctis

Petras heads back to where his beloved darling human is, he’s learning the common language of the baselines that live in and around Gannet Point. Which is the language that his beloved speaks with her friends, family and co-workers.

It had been mildly distressing and frustrating to find out that his beloved is dear friends with Arnault’s and Roland’s humans. Much to his chagrin, he has to interact with the pair of excommunicated Black Templars more often than he’d like due to the fact that their humans like each other.

And were trying to be helpful and have the three of them interact. He had heard from his beloved Witch-whore that there are … several younger Black Templars, and from the description that she has of them. 

They are Primaris Marines. He had requested that he not meet them, in part because of what Arnault and Roland have said and requested of him in regards to the Primaris Space Marines. Another part of him isn’t sure how well he’d hold to the agreement if he had to interact with those abominations.

If he had to do so on a semi-regular or a regular basis… his urge, his understandable desire to purge the Abominations from life. Alas, trying to find others who are like minded as him is very difficult, and something he needs to thread the needle carefully, for if he talks about it to the wrong Space Marine, they might try to kill him or worse.

Petras is a fair hand at sewing and mending cloth and clothes. He hadn’t realized his skill with such things could, well more accurately, would ever be used in the way that he’s using them at the moment. 

However, the idea of his beloved bonded whore in the garb of a black templar serf’s uniform has been paying for black and white, with red and gold trim (as he’s an Honorable Chaplain, his serf’s uniform would reflect his rank) cloth and ribbon. 

After ensuring the texture of the cloth he’d picked didn’t bother himself or his bonded he went to work on making the garment- finding something similar enough to the uniform of a Black Templar Serf, a Concubina, serf at that, their uniform wasn’t for Serf’s who did much cleaning. But could be worn in public, but was obvious to a Black Templar just what kind of work they did.

Petras very carefully does the measuring twice- before cutting once, making sure that there was slack and give, ensuring that he has her exact measurements, then he starts the next part of the process as he starts sewing. 

For the stitching that needed to be hand sewn he had done so as carefully and patiently as he could, imagining just what his beloved whore would look like in the outfit. He’s glad that his human has a sewing machine- and he’s read the instructions on how to use it, carefully using the surprisingly noisy, yet quiet machine to make the outfit.

The outfit comes together surprisingly quickly. He neatly folds the outfit and wraps it up. Petras is excited to see how she’d react to his gift. It’s one that he hopes that she’ll like, and he’ll enjoy unwrapping her, or keeping her partially in it as he stuffs her full of his cock, over and over again.

His beloved whore opens the gift and murmurs- noticing that the colors and markings of the outfit remind her of his armor. She grins up at him and they pepper each other with passionate kisses and touches. She draws away- the teasing minx as she flounces off and returns relatively quickly in the outfit and grins up at him.

“How may I serve you, My Lord?” she chirps up at him in Gothic, in the exact way he’d taught her to and he lets out a lusty purr as he stalks towards her.

“Attend to me, my Whore,” He purrs out to her in Gothic and she nods up at him, her eyes fluttering faux-coyly at him.

“Yes, My Lord,” You say breathily, as you strut over towards him, watching the way his blue eyes smolder and watch your every movement.

When Petras had told you that he was going to make you an outfit for sexy times- who had thought the outfit would be far more scandalous and skimpy, but it was surprisingly comfortable, and you could, potentially wear it out in public, and only you and he would know what the outfit actually meant.

“Clean the armor on my left hand,” Petras purrs out in English as he sits down comfortably on the floor and looks at you with half lidded eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” You chirp up at him and get out a cleaning solution that is body safe, as well as some of your favorite unscented lube. 

Angela had taught you that Space Marines had far more acute senses of smells- and the scents of things could bother them a lot faster than it could for normal humans. You grab a clean tea towel and start to clean the armored hand, making sure to take care to clean and murmur how impressed you were with his armor- how it was scarred, yet well maintained. It showed his prowess in battle- how strong he is to have survived all of those Glorious Battles, how clever he is.

Once the all of the fingers, the palm and top of the hand the wrists, and up to his elbow joint were fully cleaned he rumbles out another order, “Ride my armor- show your devotion to me.”

“Yes my lord.” You say breathily as you move and straddle his arm and he helps lift and move you. 

You shiver a little- his armor is slightly cold and hard, made out of some space metal- or something. Also the casual, easy way he picked you up and carried you around got your engine going as you carefully lube up his fingers and start to grind against his armor. He helps you by teasing your clit, very, very gently, but with enough pressure on your clit that it has you moan and keen throwing your head back.

“Oh- fuck!” You moan, “Petras- fuck. That feels good.”

He purrs at you again, as you continue to grind against his armor and he teases you with his fingers in your clit, slowly opening your hot, wet cunt with one finger. You whine at the burn and stretch of one of his armored fingers.

Fuck- his fingers are usually so big when he’s out of armor- that it’s almost too much to just have one of his fingers playing inside your pussy. He stills and watches you, “Are you alright?”

“Fuck yes love,” You say pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Color?” Petras insists, with an endearing frown on his face.

“Green,” You reply, “Just continue, more slowly inside me, alright?”

“I will try my best to,” Petras says. “... Ready to restart?”

“Yes please!” You whine up at him and start to grind against his armor and he starts to purr and murmur in the Space Marine language- a mixture of praise and loving insults. You don’t really understand most of what he says, but he has such a deep, rolling voice- it thunders and is smooth and deep. 

He gets you to orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly and he chuckles, pleased as he gently pulls out of your pussy and lightly sets you down, “My lovely Serf- you need to clean my armor of your juices- with your mouth.”

“Yes my lord,” You say as you suck and lick your juices off of him- there is something about the way you almost worship his armor that has Petras praising you some more. His other hand had taken off his armor and was slowly and carefully teasing fingers playing with your clit and pussy again.

“Good girl,” Petras croons, “continue to service me like this. My pretty whore- doing exactly as you are told.”

Once the armor is finished being cleaned again he scoops you up and buries his face in your thighs and you squeal a little as you tug in his short silver-white hair as he eats you out. Fuck- he’s got such a talented tongue as he eats you out. His tongue teasing and tasting your clit and diving in and out of your pussy.

He lightly has one of his hands squeezing your neck- not enough to restrict your breathing, but enough that you are constantly aware of his hand wrapped around your neck as he teases your breasts with his other hand. Squishing and teasing your breast and lightly twisting and pinching your nipples as he wrings out yet another orgasm from you.

Petras looks so good, dripping your juices down his face as he presses a scorching hot kiss against your mouth. You moan at the flavor of his salvia and your cum and he removes his cod piece, you are still wearing the gift- just not wearing underwear.

“Shall I put my cock in your warm, yet pussy?” Petras purrs out the question.

“Yes! My Lord please- give me your cock~” You plead eager to feel his cock stretch you and fill you deliciously.

“Good Girl,” Petras purrs as he slowly and teasingly guides his cock inside of you and slowly thrust in and out of you. 

There is a slight sting of pain and cold- as he’s almost entirely in his armor while he fucks you- but it’s also hot to see him in his armor and pussy drunk as he fucks you at the same time. Fuck- this feels soo good.

After Petras had cum inside of her twice, he purrs and tells her how good she was for him as he carefully takes her to the bathroom. You are so tired and are glad that you have the next three days off as Petras carefully washes your body in warm water and cleans you up. 

Helping your jelly limbs return to functioning. He waits outside of the bathroom as you pee and you stumble out of the bathroom and smell food. Petras perks up and presses a gentle kiss to your nose, lips, both cheeks, forehead and chin and gently sweeps you up off your feet and gently set you down on the couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket as the pair of watch your favorite show and he hand feeds you salty and sweet snacks.

You fully recovered from that session and yawn, tired and he nuzzles you and gently carries you to your room. He helps you brush your teeth and presses more gentle kisses and praises into your ears and cheeks as he tucks you in and cuddles you.

You wake up pleasantly sore the next morning- and Petras having made you some breakfast in bed as he helps you with stretches and some over the counter pain medications to help with some of the less pleasant soreness.

“That was a great session,” You say to Petras with a smile. 

“I’m glad.” Petras says, “Thank you for talking about and deciding to do this latest session.”

You giggle at him, “You seemed to have gotten really into it.”

“Ja- you were amazing,” Petras purrs, “All lovely and pliant und wunderbar.”

“Where did you get that outfit?” You ask him curiously.

Bashfully Petras looks away before looking at you and saying, “I made it myself- I bought the cloth and it’s while I did those measurements of your body.”

“Oh!” You say surprised, “You have a talent for tailoring, Petras.”

“Danke,” Petras says, you can tell he feels a little shy about it.

“... Perhaps if we have other ideas for outfits, you could make them, if you wanted to?” You ask him gently.

“... I could do that, ja.” Petras says, “Do you have a request, My Darling?”

“Not at the moment,” You reply, “But I’ll think about it.”

He nods and cuddles you as he continues to hand feed you breakfast. He could be so affectionate after sex and for a few days afterwards. It was really sweet how he took care of you after one of your more intense sessions. 

[kaionyx]

If I can’t bruise your insides from fucking you into the mattress like I hate you for a few hours then cook for us to eat and cuddle together while I cover you with licks and kisses like an devoted dog after, then I don’t want it.

[deloveusion]

sucking dick after it just came out your pussy is like licking the cake batter off the spoon

[sigmahimejoshi]

Pillow princesses do nothing in bed except take my strap, look pathetic, and moan like a bitch what is there not not to like about that? They're like a cute fleshlight!

[switch--blades]

corruption brain go brrrr

someone new to sex not knowing how to touch themselves, unsure of themselves and worried they are doing it wrong, almost to scared to submit to anyone for fear of disappointing their partner. I coo at them, assure them that I'll take care of them perfectly if they just trust me and allow themselves to feel the sensations, blindfold them and get them just high enough that they can't get caught in their head while I explore their body.

I slowly find the perfect way to push all their buttons, slowly making them gasp. As goosebumps start to rise on their skin I press my warm body against theirs, feeling them try to press in closer against their restraints. They soak through their underwear so easily for me, and their shaky breaths are just begging for me to show them just how good sex can feel.

[dykepaldi]

so twelveclara obviously didnt have sex but i think they probably did some weird shit a few times that was sex without having sex. and they were both like hmmmm lets never speak of this

[zesty-alt]

Reminder that the person who breeds you isn't the one who gives you multiples!! You are the one whose body is so fertile, ripe and perfect for breeding that your body produced all those eggs just waiting, begging to be filled. It's your own biology that's made your belly grow so gravid and round, your virility that's assured that your womb is so tightly packed, hips widening, back arching, breasts swelling, all in preparation for the brood you've made. They may have planted the seeds, but it's you that's put it to work, your body so eager to swell full of life, your massively rotund figure proof of what an overachiever you are.

[ghostsslutss]

⠀⠀⠀︵︵⠀ ⠀·　　PATHETIC FOR ME　　₊　⠀🌊

pairing: f!dom x joost!sub

kinks: choking, degrading, soft femdom, praise , spit , exhibitionism/public sex , fingers in mouth , cunnilingus

authors note: may have gotten too freaky.. with this one…

Joost's lighter flickered a small flame outside behind the venue in London. Rain poured down in front of him, luckily being hidden by the rain with a small shelter. His hair was messily styled to fit his aesthetic and was wearing a polo shirt, tie, black trousers, boots and striped arm warmers. As he took drags out of his cig, he thought about his girlfriend. How lovely you were, how sweet and passionate for love you were. You always made sure you were there for him.

Joost furrowed his eyebrows at the thought at how he didn’t even deserve you and you need someone better to love. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stamped on it lightly. The ashes spreading on the pavement. Those thoughts had to set aside. For now.

Joost opened the fire exit of the dressing room. Seeing you in a casual outfit sitting in his chair. Joost smiled as you were on your phone scrolling mindlessly on whatever social media you were on. He walked to the main dressing room entrance and exit, locking it. Joost wrapped his arms around your shoulders his arms covering nearly your entire body how little you were compared to him.

“Joost.”

You murmured as you liked his latest music video and switched to TikTok. Your head tilted to his face. He grabbed your chin and kissed you softly. You rolled your eyes knowing what he wanted. Same pattern every time.

“I know what you want Joost.”

You responded to his affectionate kiss. Joost's eyes widened nervously. His eyes fluttered open and shut before responding to you. He raised an eyebrow and walked away slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re going on about, baby.”

Joost stated as you got out of your chair. His eyes lingered on you, every emotion you had, every step you took. He bent down to you, adjusting himself to your height. How small you were made him crazy how easier you were to pick up and fuck. But it drove him even more crazy that you were the more dominant one in this relationship. How your sultry voice degraded him and praised him. Thinking about it, the words made him shiver.

“What time is it Joost?”

His eyes pierced at you. Obediently following your directions. Joost looked above him, to see less than 50 minutes to the show. His mind calculated how long it would take for a little session. As you were a few centimetres away from him. He knelt for you.

Your hand grabbing his chin, tongues intertwined and tasting each other. Salvia dripping all down Joost’s mouth. His eyes, needy looking , needing you so bad. He needed you to kiss him more, give him your poison. Joost needed you. To bring him back to life.

As you grabbed his blonde roots, his head tilted back. Leaving his neck exposed for your pretty lips to give him anything. Your lips sucked on his neck, his breath exhilarating. Leaving him purple hickeys all over his neck. Your teeth harshly nipped his neck. Making him squeak and left off guard a little.

“such a pathetic slut for me, aren’t you.”

Joost rolled his blue eyes back as you slowly rubbed his clothed boner behind his black trousers. Your soft hand teasing him erecting cock. His whines getting louder as his cock was begging for attention.

“yes i am-.. fuck.. please…please..y/n.”

Joost groaned, tilting his head back. He tried to touch you. His hand’s reaching out to grope your tits. Only just to be slapped harshly by you on face. Little did you know he liked it. Heck, he even loved being slapped by you. His lusful eyes stared at you.

“please what you whore.”

You hissed. Your hand shoved his fingers in his mouth, making joost gag and drool all over them. He sucked your fingers softly. Accepting the teasing finally. Imagine if someone saw Joost like this. Begging, pleading, whining for attention on his knees like a puppy.

As you pulled your fingers out, Joost stuck his tongue out, saliva drooling all over. You spat in his mouth, saliva dripping down his neck and mouth. He lustfully swallowed it. You pulled down his black trousers, putting them on the floor. His grey boxers were on full display. His hissing at the sight of his boner was even more exposed and painfully aching. As you began to rub it, he whinced out of pleasure. His body shook as he knelt down for you.

Eventually, you pulled down his boxers. His cock throbbing, slowly moving up and down. Joost breathed heavily as you put both of your hands on him, stroking softly his hard cock. Joost's body shivered causing him to twitch, at the result of your actions. He held on to the wall, his knees slightly starting to ache. Joost laughed out of pleasure and pain. Best of both worlds for him.

“Oh- Fuck.!.. Oh my god..”

He gasped, arching his back. His nails digging in to the cheap paint. Scratching bit off the wall. He breathed in and out quickly trying not to moan too loud. His eyes pierced on your soft hands. His thighs shook repeatedly. With one of your hands you grabbed on to his thigh while the other was locked in jacking him off. His hips buckled back and forth, cursing underneath his breath.

“I’m going to-“

Joost gasped, nearly out of breath of your hand movements. He whined, his hips thrusting into your hand. Begging for more stimulation. He moaned loudly, all of his cum flowing all over your hand and his cock. He softly regained his breath. His cock going soft slightly.

Joost gritted his teeth. Pushing you onto the floor, crawling to you. Pulling down your shorts with his teeth then your panties. His eyes widened at the sight of you being wet. Putting his legs on his shoulders. He immediately without any hesitation to your wet pussy. His tongue delved into you, tasting your sweet nectar. As he listened to your moans that made him motivated even more to make you feel like a god.

His tongue went even deeper. Hitting all of your weak spots. As his lips sucked on your cunt. Joost looked up as he continued, his pearly eyes making contact with your eyes until you grabbed his sliver roots and made him go even deeper. His head shoving into your clit. His arm wrapping around your thighs. Grabbing you tightly.

He kissed your pussy, the man wanted to worship you. Praise you for just existing. He moaned as he went further in. His head goes in and out to make sure you're stimulated. Your thighs shook out of pleasure as you arched your back. As you came he put his head up. Tasting all of your sweet juices and staining the carpet. He wiped the cum off him, with a tissue. Helping you get dressed before him.

He put his boxers back on. Joost pulled his trousers back up, zipping his fly-up. Fixing his hair in the mirror and hissing at the hickeys you gave him. He had to force himself he didn’t care. He bent down to you, kissing you softly and going back up to unlock the door and exit. Hearing the screams, cheers and chants of his name as he walked on to the stage.

[kaionyx]

Pspspsps chubby puppy subs who’ll sit still and make pretty noises around my fingers when I shove them down their throat and use their precious body as my chew toy until I get my fill and they’re coated in drool and blood from all the deep bites and hickeys engraved in them.

[deloveusion]

i want to trace the veins on his dick till he is moaning for me to taste him

[sigmahimejoshi]

You weren't made for work, my sweet doe. You are supposed to be a fleshlight that sits pretty and looks cute because everyone knows that's the only reason why someone as pathetic as you would be put on this world. Any other job would be too much for my little baby, so you should stick to being a free hole instead of getting an education or getting a job since being a sex toy is what you're good at

[pxuvalentinx]

ahh something about aventurine with a gunplay kink. by now we’ve probably all seen 'the final victor' lightcone, and oh my god, it has awakened something inside of me. (i wrote this at 2am, have mercy. its also not proofread.)

just aventurine shoving a gun into your mouth while you’re kneeling in front of him. arms tied behind your back. he has one hand on your chin, making you look up at him while the other moves the gun inside of your mouth, making you lick and choke on it. the metallic taste being rather unpleasant, but you’d bear with it. he knew that. the gun was loaded, and you were aware of that, but that only added to the excitement you were feeling.

it was a 'silly idea' aventurine brought up a while ago, wondering if you might be into the more crazy stuff and god, who were you to deny such a hot idea? it actually took him a while to finally initiate this situation in the bedroom.

but now you were drooling all over the gun, putting on a show as you kept your eyes on him, not having any shame whatsoever. “Look at you princess, licking and choking on this gun like you’d die otherwise.” he chuckled. "Could pull the trigger at any moment, ya know that?" oh, the cocky grin that you loved so much. ever since you met him, your brain turned into absolute mush. he fucked you stupid on the daily, and the once so proud and feared girl turned into aventurine’s personal fucktoy. it went so far that instead of making you cry and shiver out of fear, his words only made the dripping mess between your legs worse. so far that only sucking on a gun for him got you so close to the edge. "Such a good girl, taking anything I give you~" a low purr escaped his lips, "But so pathetic.." a rather empathetic look formed on his face, not sincere in any way though. you both knew that he'd never actually hurt you, but the simple control he had over you by doing this, the control over your life. a couple of seconds later, your mouth was empty, the metallic taste still clinging to your mouth. he put the gun on the table next to you. the sound of a belt unbuckling could be heard and your eyes quickly made their way to his lower half. "Now let's see, if your slutty little brain still remembers how to suck the real thing."

[stargazingtranquility]

Harry knows a lot of languages, in theory, but he’s only fluent in English like;

He can completely understands Punjabi because that’s the Potters’ native language but he can’t quite grasp speaking it. He picks up French terms of endearments/cuss words from Regulus and Sirius. He knows welsh cuss words as well as philosophical translations because of Remus. He can playfully imitate Italian pick up lines because of Barty. He knows to hide when he hears Swahili because Dorcas only reverts back to it when she’s completely pissed at someone. But everyone around him speaks English the majority of the time, so that’s what he speaks.

Then he gets to Hogwarts and meets Draco Malfoy who can hold a conversation in just about any language someone speaks to him in and fuck, Harry never thought that French was romantic. He’s never seen Punjabi as alluring before. He didn’t consider Italian as attractive.

He spends the summer begging members of his family to teach him more of their languages so he can go back and prove to Draco that he is stupid in more than one language.

[hisbucky]

Eddie: Hey, how did that phrase go? What doesn't kill you... Buck: "Was mich nicht umbringt, macht mich stärker." – what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. That's the original one by Nietzsche. Eddie, strained: Didn't know you speak German. That's good to know.

[alkalineapparition]

Jaws

Alone and half feral in a dirty cell, Ghost finds you during a raid beneath a foreign military research lab. It quickly becomes clear that something isn't right with you, your behavior more beast than human.

A result of horrific human experiments, you're a failed attempt at making genetically modified soldiers with killer instincts and keen senses. Instead they produced you - a mutt.

Ghost is assigned to be your handler, to help you heal and shape you in to the 141's very own attack dog. But the bond between a handler and their beast eventually turns into something more...

*Reader has human anatomy*

18+, MDNI

[ftmgirlygirl]

if anyone wants pics of my freshly shaven fakeboy udders and girly kitty in their DMs reblog this post. sneak peak: