#mnngh feelings are.

[3knecrotic]

.. okay maybe I am a little glad I bought that switch with 0 hesitation ..

[bloodfiendarling]

𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭

pair — octopus siren!reader x pirate!aventurine

wc — ~600

contains — dom top reader, sub bottom char, written with fem reader in mind but it can be seen as gn, porn with plot i guess?, dubcon bordering on noncon, tentacle fucking (duh), choking (only in the start tho), mindbreak, belly bulge, pregnancy mention, violence mention (at the end only)

ah .. i cant believe my first posted fic is avenchan .. x_x even tho my entire theme is argenti .. a little scared of posting my work www ;; either way , i think i busted when i saw this art sob sob . cogs in my brain making out a whole hentai plot .. i wrote this with my dick and not my brain . gomenne avenchan ! youre in the hands of a degenerate ! >_<

he really was the greedy type — despite being covered head to toe in stolen goods, aventurine really just can’t help but steal more, more, and more. those riches were the source of his infamy—and of course, his ego. he was a respected captain, feared, even.

of course, it didn't stop at stealing. the man gambled — be it his life or wealth. and he never lost, not once. lady luck really was always on the captain’s side, huh?

not today.

not when he decided to steal from a siren of all things.

“mnngh—!!” aventurine let out a muffled moan, eyes rolling back. his mouth was restricted with a tentacle — another was snaking around his neck, occasionally squeezing on it. the captain’s legs were pressed up against his chest, of course, restrained. he can’t even remember how many times he’s came.

aventurine, one of the most respected pirates out there, folded like a lawnchair and being fucked like a common whore by a siren.

what a sight.

“ah, are you gonna pass out, captain?” you ask, tone laced with fake pity, tapping on the side of his head a few times, “don’t tap out on me, captain. you said you wanted it, no?”

she wasn’t wrong, either. aventurine was the one who offered himself when he was caught. maybe even steal something once it was over — he wasn’t expecting to be the one on the receiving end, though..

as the tentacle on his mouth and neck finally loosened, the blonde let out a sharp gasp of air afterward — finally. though he went back to those pretty moans as soon as she continued to thrust the one in his hole deeper — loud, lewd squelching noises filling the siren’s cavern.

“you’re so tight. i can feel you squeezing me…” she rubbed on his stomach, a visible bulge on it. the second aventurine’s head drops down to see it, his eyes go wide — very obviously horrified. he didn’t even know he could take that much!

“mnn… look at that, captain,” she started, very much referring to the bump on his abdomen. “it’s so deep in you, huh? ah, i wish i could get you pregnant.”

the captain shook his head rapidly — “ah–! nnh.. no– nonono…” he sobbed.

“don’t worry, captain. not like i can anyway.” you teased, still relentlessly thrusting into him. you pressed a kiss on his cheek, wiping his tears away. he would be kicking you off, trying to get you the fuck off if him if it weren’t for your tentacles restraining all of his limbs. poor thing, how helpless he looked.

he let out a strangled moan, feeling her somehow thrust even deeper. his back arching into such a pretty crescent, tongue starting to loll out with how hard you were going.

dear god, he really did feel like he was going to get pregnant.

his moans were getting louder and louder. not to mention more erotic. you were sure a passerby fisherman would hear him.

“ah, ah, ah, more ♡”

“you want more, captain?” you asked. it was a genuine question, though. the aventurine, completely submitting with a few hard thrusts? the one oh so feared and infamous — you’ve even heard some other sirens talk about him.. and this is how he’s really like? a common slut?

“nngh– yes ♡” he nods, you swore you saw hearts in those gorgeous eyes looking back at you. the ones that looked in disgust and anger at first. “ahn, ah–♡ i wan’ you ♡”

you really did fuck him till he was braindead, huh.

maybe you were glad he didn’t come with a crewmate. you would’ve missed an opportunity and killed this pretty little gem.

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✧𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤 - 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐚𝐧✧

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“Oh you’re so beautiful…” Jing Yuan muttered into the soft skin of your neck.

He was snuggled up against you in bed. When you woke up, his strong arms were wrapped around your waist. It is true that it was him who accidentally woke you up with how his cheek kept rubbing against your skin, like a cat craving attention. Though, when he asked if it was his fault, you of course told him no; you didn’t have the heart to blame him.

Soon, his lips pressed against your neck more, even licking a little spot that he had gently sucked, creating a red mark right where he wanted.

“So beautiful, my dear, that it makes me crave more of you. Please. Please will you give me more of you…?” His tone was like a child’s asking for candy or more time to play, and his pleading voice, oh how it melted your heart.

“Come here.” You shifted a little on the bed, giving him more and easier access to your body which he immediately took full advantage of.

His body rolled over and towered over you on the bed, one of his hands placed on the pillow directly next to your head, and the other hand was placed right next to your waist.

His face leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

It made your heart flutter. It was as if you had kissed for the first time again and now you wanted more of him.

Your hand slowly reached down to the skin right beneath his pajama shorts, causing a small shudder to escape his lips and onto yours.

“My dear, if you toy with me like this I’ll want more from you.” Jing Yuan purred with that sleepy voice of his.

“Well what if that’s what I want.”

A fire lit up in those sweet eyes of his, the hand that was once positioned beside your waist was now gripping your hip lightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

At your approval, he began lifting your shirt, simultaneously you took off his shorts, managing to pull them down completely and then throwing them onto the bedroom floor.

Everything happened so fast that the next thing you remember was the friction of Jing Yuan’s fingers against your clit, which only resulted in a pleasurable gasp.

“What a lovely sound, my dear, so lovely.”

His fingers moved faster. He then used your slick to rub his own cock as preparation to thrust inside you.

He started rubbing his cock in between your legs that he held close together.

“I love you so much, you know that right?” He hummed. “Are you ready, my dear? Ready for me?”

You nodded, your hands brushing up and down his toned body.

His tip found its way to your hole, he kissed the edge of your jaw, kisses as soft and caring as light rain falling onto you in the late nights of summer.

“Mnngh-” You couldn’t hold back the whine that left your throat once he thrust inside you, even if it was slow to make sure it didn’t cause you any pain.

“You’re doing so well, you’re my good girl.”

He started moving a little faster and a little deeper, and your breathing got a little heavier and just a little bit more ragged.

“You’re taking me so well and you feel so good- so damn good” He kept moving faster, deeper inside you until he couldn’t hold back as it was all he could think about. But it wasn’t like anything else was on your mind either.

“Oh you’re so good, my dear. The best. Nothing would ever compare to you. You’re doing so well.”

Every word that left his rose tinted lips added more to the wetness between your legs, only to be used up immediately by Jing Yuan’s increasing speed.

Your moans came out as pathetic stutters, and each one hit Jing Yuan’s heart like an arrow full of love and adoration.

“Louder my dear.” He pleaded, needing to hear more of your noises, needing them to be more obvious and only his.

You complied almost instantly. You believe that even if he hadn’t asked you to do so, you would have anyway with how hard Jing Yuan was thrusting in and out of you, the friction so dire that the pleasure you were feeling was almost extreme enough to make it painful.

And you loved it.

“Good girl.. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“M-mhm…” You couldn’t even speak with how many sensations you were currently experiencing.

“My pretty, good girl.” His voice was gentle - barely above a whisper - and yet it had such an immense effect on you. “So fucking good…”

Oh the way his skin was slapping against yours. The lewd noises echoed around the room, creating a world in which only you existed. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered.

“Such a-” 

Harder.

“Fucking-” 

Harder. 

“Good-” 

Harder

“Girl..”

It took one last thrust for the both of you to come undone. The hotness of his liquids spread all over your stomach - even reaching your bottom lip - as he quickly pulled out.

His eyes were full of love that only grew when he saw you lick your lip.

“My pretty girl.”

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[bunnyboyjuice]

Gojo hates being patient especially when it comes to anything with you or you body, and everytime you tried cock warming with him you failed. Gojo would end bouncing you up and down slowly before picking up the pace his impatient cock was missing your insides. Especially when you just looked so good on top of him. So one day when you ask Gojo pleading with big puppy eyes “Can I cockwarm you please baby.”

You bat your eyes at him gently playing with his soft white locs. He could never sit still long enough to truly cockwarm which was the problem. He wanted you as soon as he felt your tight cunt squeeze around him. He would always beg you to move his sapphire eyes wide and pleading his pupils blow out with lust.

Gojo sighed as he gave in. “Sure baby we can try it but you know it’s not gonna work.” Satoru was no stranger getting you to ride him either. He took you over to the couch peeling off your shorts and panties letting you sink down on to his cock. It felt nice for the first part the warmth of your heat swallowing his length. Until Satoru started shifting his hips.

“Satoru you’re supposed to be sitting still.” You huffed feeling your walls clamping down on him. “You know I can’t wait baby your just to good!” Satoru smirks bouncing you up and down gently on his cock. The way he felt his cock sink right back in to you made him groan. It was such a hypnotic sight watching you go up and down on his cock. “Satoruuuu!” You whined feeling his cock kiss your gummy walls with each thrust.

“I told you..baby it wasn’t gonna..work..ngh!” Satori smirked before taking a nipple in his mouth his tongue lolling around the bud before letting it go with a pop. “Love watchin m’sweet girl fall apart on my cock to much…!” He groans his hips speeding up by the second. The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room while Satoru moaned.

Your pussy pulsed squeezing around his cock alerting Satoru you were getting close. Slick drooling from your hungry cunt. The friction of his dick thrusting in and out of your walls driving you wild as you cling to him. “Atta girl come..for…me!” He coos while thrusting his hips into you his cock sloppy wet from your juices while your sensitive cunt squelches when he fucks his pierced cock into you. His lithe fingers slipping between both of you to rub at your puffy clit.

With a few sloppy thrusts and flicks of your syrupy clit and you’re seeing stars, falling apart on his lap. “Mnngh! Satoruuuu!” You whined before nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

“See Baby I told you it never works.” He huffs running his fingers through his white locs before peeling you off his lap giving you a cocky smile.

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[2kiran]

࿐.𖥔 ݁ ˖ caught by spider-man noir, the man who has mercilessly aimed for your throat for beyond a decade. it was decisively humiliating for your ego, uncomfortable ropes binding your frame. “say... i was expecting for you to put up a bigger fight.”

he comically raises both of his gloved hands, forming them into fists to throw a punch to the air as if to draw out a pained reaction from you. “this is goin’ta’ go down history. that is, if anyone tries to remember ya.” you aren’t amused. he drops his arms to his sides, awkwardly coughing into his hand to try and ease the tension.

“right. let’s work something out.” check tags for warnings.

your hands grasp spider-man noir’s thick thighs, his walls dragging up and down your wet cock. “mnngh, this, ah, this is not what i had in mind.” he barely manages to let the words out, a ragged gasp pulling the fabric of his mask backwards.

“i’m not the one who started it.” you grunt, and he squeezes around you to keep you in, the rhythmic pulse practically hypnotizing you to continue fucking his tight hole. “ya should feel lucky, you - you—” he strains, cut off by his own breathy moan, your tip grazing against his sweet spot. the grip spider-man noir had on your shoulders tightened, a futile attempt to ground himself to reality.

the years, the pining, the lingering touches, the lasting glances, all coming to crash down onto this moment that encapsulated both of your beings. the mere sensation of him and promise for release practically possessed you, repeatedly guiding him up and down to take in the entirety of your aching dick. the skin of his thighs delicate beneath your touch, jolting with every thrust. the warmth radiating from him unfamiliar - a stark contrast to the coldness of your heart - yet so fucking good.

you’ve stretched the longing unnecessarily more than you should’ve, tension burrowing into your shoulders with his secure hold. “we should’ve done this - hnghh, sooner.” he lets out a groan that’s more of a whimper, pressing his masked forehead against yours. spider-man noir takes charge, gratefully so, rolling his hips forward to rightfully chase after what he’s been so deprived of.

“you were trying to, mmf, kill me.” it was a reminder that bubbles a chuckle from his chest. you were able to faintly tell that his goggles were fogging up from how harsh he was panting, his fedora noticeably tipping towards you.

if anyone were to enter this room, they would initially think that you two had a romantic bond. “so were you.” he gasps out, abruptly constricting when a particular harsh bounce causes you to slide all the way into him. your climax hits you like a train, being ripped from you unexpectedly, his ears catching onto a low groan of yours. fuck, did that make him clench on you harder.

“fair.” you huff, your clothing unbearably sticking to your sweaty skin. trying to lift him off, he tuts. spider-man noir forces himself back down. “who said we were done, pretty boy?”

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Dreaming of You

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Word Count: 1,000+, 840+, 1,060+, 810+

Synopsis: They couldn't help it. You looked so heavenly in their dreams. The way they had you wrapped around their body as a marionette in their minds, dancing for them as they awoke to sticky blankets when they jolted upright. Their thoughts got the better of them, and they are wracked with guilt. Koby, Helmeppo, Smoker

Warnings: wet dreams, afab!reader, swearing, masturbation, dub con (Using your image to masturbate to), suggestive content, feelings, all individual 'x reader' drabbles, NSFW, 18+, MDNI.

Notes: Dreaming of You Masterlist Here. Sorry for any grammatical errors, this was written on my phone and it's been formatting very odd lately. Please read the warnings. Art link

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“Aww, baby,” your voice mocks him, looking down from your position sitting firmly straddling his lap, “You look so cute like this.” He groans at your quip, his brows furrowing and lips parted and panting. Lifting yourself up over him, you slowly and steadily roll your hips over his cock, sucking his weeping tip into your heat. 

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his cheeks dusting with a shade of pink as he was held captive between your legs. Your grinding, writhing and lewd moaning had all other thoughts flee from his mind. All he wanted was to watch you bounce on his cock, spreading your slick down his shaft until he watched you shake in pure ecstasy. 

Rocking your body harder atop him, he desperately clawed at the flesh of your hips and bucks his cock into you with reckless abandon. All he can hear is your soft giggles down at him, taunting him with your joy. You coo at him, encouraging him by meeting his thrusts as he repeatedly, harshly, buries himself within you.

“Don’t… h-hah… Don’t call me cute,” he growled through guttural and feral moans, desperately chasing his high with you continuing to ride his cock. The blunt tip slams deep within you, immediate contact prompting you to see stars in your vision and cry out at his vicious momentum. Choosing to taunt him further, you pry your chest away from his and splay your fingers over his chest. 

“Why? You... mnngh… gonna show me who’s boss?” you smirk down at him, viciously riding him and prompting him to cry out in shock at your movements, “Gonna reprimand me formally, cutey? Gonna tell me to stop?”

“Don't stop. Don't stop!” He sobbed in desperation, the feeling of your grinding causing tears to form from the corners of his eyes. He sheathed himself deep within your abdomen, overcome by his need to use your body to chase his own high. 

“Feels too good, hmm?” you pout down at him before curling your lips up into a cruel smirk, “Gonna cum already? I bet you look real cute when you cum.” He growled up at you, reaching one hand up to cup your cheek and draw you down into a bruising and bullying kiss. You squeak in surprise in his mouth as he flips you onto your back in a hasty drop against the mattress below. 

He grabs your left ankle, throwing it over his shoulder and rails his throbbing cock within you deeper. You cry out at the change, his lips not leaving yours as his pace quickens. The hurried snap of his hips slapping yours had a sickening, slick sound reverberating in the room. His lips pant against your own as he feels closer to his release.

“S-Stop calling me c-cute,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he felt your walls contract around his throbbing cock, “I’m your s-superior officer, brat.” He bullied your body with his shaft, your cries music to his ears as he felt your body spasm and sucked him in further. 

“D-Doesn't make you any less cute, sir,” you whined up at him, looking through your eyelashes at him. You praised him, clawing at his hips and his back as he quickened his pace further, “That’s it, cutey, show me who’s boss.” He growled at your taunt, hand flying up to cradle the back of your head and tugging firmly on your hair. 

Just as he was about to bark his command to stop mocking him, his eyes went black with lust as he watched your brows rise to the peak of your forehead. Your eyes rolled back as your face contorted in ecstasy, your body sucking him deep within you with beckoning contractions.

“I’m c-cumming,” you mewl, your orgasm crashing over you in encumbering waves that had you drowning in pleasure, “I-I’m cumming so hard.” Your cries immediately prompt him to spill his own high deep within you, your body milking his cock with your rhythmic contractions. You whined his name, your praises falling freely from your lips as you began to go limp beneath him. 

“Fuck,” he barked, his movements becoming sloppy and languid as he buried himself to the hilt within you, “Fucking take it. Take it.” His expulsion of sticky cum splashed in ropes deep in your overstimulated and abused cunt. His breath caught in his chest as he groaned with every pulse of release within your body, chanting your name like a prayer.

He memorized your face, the soft dewy flush on your cheeks and parted lips in the afterglow of your high. Your smile was hypnotic, your eyes holding nothing but love and adoration for him as you looked up into his face. As he smiled and leaned down to claim your lips beneath his, the image dissipated in a waft of scentless smoke. His shock was evident on his face, his desperation to feel your body had him clawing at the position you were laying prior with his heart ringing frantically within his ears. 

“No, no, no,” he stuttered into the darkness, looking around the empty space for where you were moments prior, his heart screaming for you as he snapped his head around to search for you, “Where are you? Where are you?” 

“Where are you?” His eyes snapped open as his body sprung up from its recline. His breath was heavy and labored, his eyes wide and frantic before he realized what had happened. With a soft gasp followed by a choked, embarrassed groan, he peers down to his stomach and witnesses a damp patch of sticky cum seep into his pants. 

His cock twitched, his knob bobbing against the material of his uniform pajamas as it began to deflate beneath the fabric. Cringing with a soft tint of pink on his cheeks, he opened the waistband of his pants and growled at himself for his lack of discipline. The pearlescent release coating his cock, pooling down his shaft and leaking down his balls within his underwear, had him immediately angry at himself as he whispers a soft curse. 

“Fuck...”

Koby

He cringes at his own cursing, shaking his head as he looks down at his abdomen before snapping the elastic back against his stomach. Drawing his fingers up to his face, he pinches his brow and huffs out a soft groan while massaging his face. He looks over to the remainder of the cots in the shared-living space at the marine base, quietly surveying the sleeping bodies for any signs of wake. 

Eyes focussing on your hammock, he notices your chest rise and fall in steady momentum. Your breathing was deep, your sleep was peaceful, and Koby was wracked with guilt at thinking about an ensign serving beneath his command as a muse for pleasure in his dreams. Your sultry cries haunted him, his mind running away with him every time he shut his eyes to blink. 

He laid back down, curling over in his cot and crossed his arms over his chest. His brows knit in a deep frown as he chastised himself for his intrusive thoughts. Tossing and turning, he was unable to fall back asleep due to the sensation of his warm release cooling in a sticky pool against his skin beneath his briefs. 

“Awe, baby,” your voice mocked in his mind, his restless slumber worsening, “So pretty, captain. Show me who's boss, Koby,” he shook his head of your voice, drawing his forearms over his ears and scrunching his eyes tightly shut. 

The image of your blissful face looking up at him with adoration and love before dissipating burnt his mind. His heart hammered in his chest as he felt the loss of your illusionary form in his arms. 

He snuck a peek at you over his shoulder, noticing you remained blissfully ignorant of his lustful thoughts as you slept soundly beside your fellow marines. His craving for you caused him to pout, his eyes round and shameful. Deciding to get up and clean himself up, he did so before relieving the night watch shift from duties to take over for himself above deck. 

The following morning, you strolled onto the deck and assumed you were to take over the duties from the cadet attending overnight. Your shock at being met by your pink-haired captain was evident in your eyes, following him with curiosity but otherwise choosing to remain professional in your stature. 

“Captain,” you stated quietly, clicking your heels together as he turned to face you, “I am here to relieve you, sir.” You could’ve sworn a subtle pink blush flashed on his cheeks, but the warmth of the sun shining on the deck may have been the cause for such a hue. 

“I-I-...” Koby stuttered over his words, his eyes wide and teeth almost chattering. You slipped your stance into ease as you awaited his orders. “...Good morning, Ensign.” Your brows furrowed, cocking your head to the side as you eyed him wearily. 

“Good morning, sir,” you responded in a low and slow tone, “I know it is not my place, but is everything okay with you? You seem… out of sorts?” A soft, sheepish sigh fell from his lips as he rubbed the back of his head anxiously. 

“I had something keeping me awake last night, couldn’t rest,” he uttered through a straight, joyless smile. His eyes opened, gazing deep into your own as his smile turned more genuine. “Forgive me for asking, just in case it’s something you’re not comfortable with,” he began to stutter and stumble over his words, “We’ve got some shore leave coming up, and I was wondering if you might be interested in sharing a meal together.” 

Your eyes widened, quickly eyeing your captain over. His gaze never left you, but his smile began to nervously twitch as he waited for your response. Your smile grew up to light up on your cheeks in immediate joy. 

“I would love to, captain,” you responded kindly, “With Helmeppo and the other officers, or just us?” 

“Just us, ensign,” he clarified with a soft wave of his hands and a warm smile, “Maybe we could drop the titles and you could call me ‘Koby’, if you’re comfortable with that?” Your smile widens and your heart begins beating hard within your chest. 

“I would like that very much, Koby,” you admitted. He reached his hand out towards you, taking your own within his palm and fingers. His hands felt warm, a soft tingle in his grip and apprehensive to show you favoritism and affection so openly. Holding his eyes over the soft touch he gave to you, the pink flush drew itself up to his cheeks once more. 

“It’s a date then,” he confirmed softly, his smile growing as he drew his eyes up to meet with yours. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it with a soft cough. “All the best with your shift,” he gulped, testing your name over his tongue as he saluted you as he walked away from you. 

“Sweet dreams, Koby,” you responded, assuming he was on his way to attempt to sleep once more.

You didn’t notice the stumble in his step and the deep crimson drawing up his neck and littering his face with it. He was immediately drawn back to his illusionary night muse, your well-wishes for his slumber having his mind repeat sections of his dream in a taunting echo.

Gulping back his shame and shaking his head to rid him of his thoughts, he continued on his shift with a pep in his step at getting to know you further over a meal together.

Helmeppo

He growled at himself, balling his hands into fists and thumping them down at his sides. The disgust he had in his own mind for distorting the image of you in his dreams had him livid, his heart twisting with guilt and anguish. 

“I am a swordsman!” he harshly whispered to himself, his scowl deepening as his fury rose, “I am disciplined, and I shouldn’t allow pleasures and my own desires to dissuade my mission to-.” His monologue was cut off with a small rap at his door, his eyes immediately looking up to seek out its source. 

Without thinking much of the stain lingering within his undergarments and pooling down his legs, he sprang up and hastily turned the knob and flung his door inwards. His anger was written in a low grimace, his blue eyes enraged and wide in fury. 

“What do you-..!?” his barked question was halted as soon as his unshrouded eyes met with your own, looking up at him with concern and worry, “...-oh.” His lips immediately slit against his face in a thin line, his anger dissipating and filled with concern at your presence by his door.

“What are you doing here, ensign?” Helmeppo asked you, his voice quiet and cautious, “You should be asleep down the hall in your room. Why are you-?”

“-I heard you, sir,” you immediately relayed to him, “Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but I thought it was better I checked in on you than the others.” His face immediately had a large blush spread up his face, gulping back a large mouthful of the dried lump forming in his throat. 

“Y-You heard…” Helmeppo stuttered, his lip almost betraying him in a soft quiver. You searched his eyes, leaning your body closer to him with an outstretched hand intended for comfort. His confusion knit his brows in a deep frown, his lips parting as he was shocked by the tenderness you were presenting out to him. 

Did you hear him whimper your name as he came untouched? Did you hear the way he cried for you, imagining your body beneath his as he chased his own ecstasy deep within your slick heat? Did you hear the way he mourned your loss as he awoke without you? 

“I heard you wake from your nightmare, sir,” you halted his swirling thoughts, “I assumed the worst, expected you were experiencing the trauma of being kidnapped by your father and threatened with death by his axe-hand,” you relayed to him openly and honestly, “I thought you might need a friend.” 

His expression immediately softened, unused to such kindness being shown to him other than under the traineeship of Garp and Bogard, or confiding in his friend turned Captain, Koby. As he gazed at you, his mind momentarily swelled with the illusion of your face depicting warmth in bliss - immediately shaking away those thoughts to focus on the real you. A soft smile twitched on his lips as he leaned against the wall beside the door. 

“And why would you grant me friendship, ensign?” he asked, stunned by your words, “What have I done to deserve this offer of an ear to whisper my trauma into?” He attempted to keep a straight face as he felt the slick cum begin to tickle from the corner of his uniform briefs and down the inside of his thighs, praying that you wouldn’t look at his gray uniform sweatpants and notice the trail. 

“Captain Koby is away from base without you,” you noted, flickering your eyes between his, “And the Vice-Admiral and his second in command have not been to this base in the past few months. Forgive me for assuming you would enjoy some company,” you gave him a polite nod, looking to the floor and holding your eyes there while you awaited his response. 

Clicking his tongue at you, he stepped forward and raised his hand to your chin, lifting it to meet his eyes once more. He was hoping he was oozing enough confidence in his gaze to halt you from looking at the ooze beginning to trail down to his knee. 

“I appreciate your offer, ensign. Truly,” he nodded, ensuring he held your gaze as he began to internally quiver in fear, “I have been a little…” he winced at his next few words, scolding himself before uttering quietly, “...pent up lately. I think I need to train a little harder, or go for a run.”

“I’d be happy to offer you company on your run, sir,” you admit to him with a soft smile, “I have also felt a little pent up lately. I feel like it would be more appropriate to run than to find reprieve at the bottom of a rum bottle,” you shake your head as you wince your own confession to him, “Or in the arms of an overnight lover, if I’m being truly honest with you.” 

His eyes widen at your confession, his jaw falling slack at your admittance. He took another gulp at the dryness gathering in his throat as he flickered his eyes to the floor. He argued with himself as he avoided your gaze, managing to find the words and the courage to ask you a question that was gnawing at him the moment he felt anxious at the thought of losing you when he woke. 

“If you’re looking for an overnight lover, I’d-...” his suggestion caught in his mouth, prompting a sharp cough to form behind his lips, “...I’d offer to aid you with that, if you’re interested. Unless you’d prefer a run, I could use a run after the night I had. I’m sorry if my suggestion is overstepping, I would never aim to make you uncomfortable at the base if you’re not wanting this kind of attention from me-.” 

His rambling was halted by your warm lips pressing against his, his shock prompting a whimpered gasp to cry into your lips. He immediately warmed to the kiss, ushering you into his room and slamming the door shut behind you. Your smile was pressing against his lips, your squeak of joy prompting him to smile as he lifted you up to circle your hips over his waist had him immediately smitten.

Helmeppo was then plagued with another issue that chipped at the back of his mind. How was he going to clean up the memory of his dreams leaking down his pant leg before creating new ones within your arms? As you clasped your arms firmly around his neck and deepened the kiss with your tongue, he simply no longer cared. 

Smoker

His fury down turned his lips in a rough grimace, his teeth clenching hard in a rough grind. He shook his head, immediately stepping out of his bed towards his bathroom. He filled his sink with fresh, cool water, splashing it over his face and allowing the icy droplets to pry him from his prior vision. 

“So cute, Captain,” your voice mewled at him in a playful jest within his mind's eye, “So, so pretty when you blush for me. How much cuter do you get when you cum, hm?” He growled at the image, splashing water over his neck and letting it trickle down his shirt behind him. 

“Cute?” He barked at his reflection, staring his steely orbs at his scarred face, “Cute?” His disgust at the distorted image of you giggling down at him over his lap had him ignited in fury. 

“‘M not cute,” he huffs at himself, nose wrinkling up at the thought. He looked down to his waist, his gray sweatpants beginning to dampen with his release seeping into them. 

“Gonna reprimand me, Captain?” your spectral taunt called to him, “Gonna show me who's boss, Smoker?” His cock twitched in interest, his teeth gritting tighter at the prospect of putting you in your place. 

The way your uniform clung to your body had his imagination run wild with him. You were a desk-bound marine, your ability to catalogue with expert precision and haste had your services highly sought after. He was the lucky captain that landed you in his office, seeing your smile each morning, smelling your sweet perfume and hearing your laugh throughout the day, only to see your kind wave at the end of your shift as you left. 

You had never given his mind any cause to lust for you, but it lusted regardless. He was consumed by the way your body would feel wrapped around his cock, hearing the smile in your laugh, and feeling the way your walls would beckon him within them with your slick arousal shepherding the way. 

At that thought, he turned on the shower and switched it to the coldest temperature it could go. Peeling off his clothes with a grunt of disgust at himself, he stepped into the shower and allowed the coolness to drift down his body. In a desperate attempt to cool his raging thoughts, he gripped his cock in a cruel strangle. 

Haunted by your moans and cries for him, his shaft swelled and knob shined with the hurried rush of blood. He girdled his shaft within his fist, attempting to choke back the thought of you to no avail.

“C’mon, baby,” his mind conjured your taunt within the cool steam rising from the shower, “I need you, sir. Fuck me. I bet you could make me behave if you just give in.” He began to pump his cock, huffing out pants with every rough piston. 

“Shut up, brat,” he whispered in a gruff wince, “I'll f-fucking show you.” He beat his shaft harder, feeling the veins beneath swell and protrude within his palm. His translucent cum began to bead at the slit in his knob as his jaw fell slack. 

“C-Captain Smoker, please can I cum on your cock?” Your spectral image conjured for him, his cock involuntary twitching at the thought. His nob swelled and he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to halt his moans. 

Seeing the dewy, blissed-out sheen on your face, as your spectral form begged for him to satisfy you by answering, had him rolling his hips into his palm and picking up his pace. He squeezed at his tip, circling it down against his shaft as he pictured you asking so beautifully for permission to cum. 

“You want to cum on your captain's cock?” He huffed to his conjured mirage, “You wanna feel good, do ya, brat?” He fisted his palm harder, picturing your walls contracting with the proximity of your own ecstacy. 

“Oh, f-fuck,” he cried out your name, beginning to spill over into his palm, the water pummeling his shoulders from above him, “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby.” He pictured your face contorting in pleasure, your lips falling into a soft, smiling ‘O’ as he finally gave you permission to cum. 

Ribbons of his hot spend splattered against the shower wall, his guilt seeping in as his bliss tapered out. He groaned for you, picturing your face as you came down from your high and chastising himself for degrading you in his imagination. 

“Fuck,” he whispered his curse, angling the showerhead over the wall to wash it clean of his shame before washing himself with his all in one shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel. 

As he concluded his shower and dried himself off with a towel, he took a mental note to do a task for your benefit to satisfy his guilt. Maybe some flowers to highlight your desk, or providing the office with a lunch on his Berry might be appreciated. 

Shaking his head at himself, he wrapped his towel around his waist as he drew out twin cigars and placed them between his teeth. Igniting the end, he smiled as he came to terms with his new infatuation. His new quest was to attempt to woo you, get to know you better, and treat you with the adoration he so desperately craved to give you.

Exhaling with a smile, he muttered to himself with a soft, crackled growl, "I have a lot of work to do."

[naokyunnn]

“No guy ever made me cum yet…only myself”

pussy slapping, implied experienced fem!reader. mult. anime characters.

This guy will be delighted, he feels like he’s born to do this with that big smirk on his face.

What do you mean no one made you cum yet? EVER? Those guys must be so bad who uses you to just get off for themselves.

“Hmm? Let’s change that—“ He says through his smirk while he grabbed the back of your knees and spread your legs open, your drenched cunt on full view just for him— aching and clenching at nothing so badly for some release. “Hah— fuck, im going to do you justice baby…” He whispered to your cunt as if he’s talking to it.

He then attached his lips around hood of your clit while his flattened his tongue and lick up the slit. Both of you moaned in unison at the feeling. He then started flicking his tongue over your clit and sucking on it softly, enough to send you to the heavens.

He continued eating you out messily, both arms hooked over your legs, trapping you in that spot as he buried his face deeper against your pussy. Chants of his name slip out of your mouth as you grip on his locks.

He’s been going at it for an HOUR you felt bad because you still don’t feel that feeling, it’s good but you’re not reaching your high yet. You decided to just… well…. lie.

“Mnngh…. cumming— ahh” You moaned while your mouth hangs open, forcing yourself to reach your release soon, but it just can’t.

He stops, and detached himself from your pussy, he look at you with full of mischief in his eyes. “Were you really?” He smirks.

You gulped nervously. Your silence is enough answer for him. His thumb went over to rub your clit slowly. “Don’t lie to me baby… im doing this f’you y’know?” He gave you a half hearted smile but it soon turns into a wicked smirk, “… I won’t stop until you cum and gushing mess, are we clear?” He cooes, his thumb rubbed faster on your clit as you mouth hangs open again in pleasure. “S-sorry…. please… make me cum” You pleaded through your moans.

He chuckled lowly, almost mockingly. He took away his thumb away from your clit and slapped your wet cunt. “Bad girl” He mocked with a smirk. You moaned at the sudden slap on your cunt, babbling sorry’s. He dived back in again, this time he’s more hungry eating that pussy!

He did stood with his promise not to stop until you cum gushing, because before you know it, you lost track of time already and all you know is you came HARD.

“Ahh… there she is… hmm.. that’s how it should be, pretty” He smiled proudly ad he watch your chest rise and fall as you chase your breath, your kegs twitching and the sheets underneath you is SOAKED. Oh boy… he’s proud that he just wanna pound you hard and make you cum hard again and again just to see you break all over again.

DAZAI OSAMU, GOJO SATORU, MICHAEL KAISER, SHIDOU RYUSEI, Geto Suguru, Itoshi Sae, Ego. Nikolai Gogol, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Chuuya Nakahara, Karasu Tabito, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, SANZU. … Your faves!

WROTE THIS IN CLASS HAHENSHSHAJS

[bedoballoons]

Something got into me.

Modern au!Genshin boys(up to you) hooking up w their s/o in a ferris wheel fem! reader maybe

Oh god

-💤

Oooooo, I gotta admit wouldn't be my place of choice I'm not the biggest fan of heights >///< but I can't wait to write it for you! I hope you enjoy and you like the characters I picked~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Circus fun~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Modern AU! Heated make outs, semi public, f!reader, blowjobs, handjobs, hair pulling, fingering, riding, grinding, and just overall a fun time on the Ferris wheel (Pet names: Lyney: Mon amour, my love, Heizou: Good girl, Wanderer: Kitten)

(Includes: Lyney, Xiao, Heizou, and Wanderer!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney groaned quietly into your ear, his warm breath caressing the shell of it while he held you tightly, the cart you were in swaying with every grind of your clothed heat against his bulge. This was incredibly risky, you didn't have alot of time before the ride was over and anyone could see you from the top of it, but you'd somehow gotten the ferris wheel all to yourselves and you both had been so flirty all day...

"L-lyney~" You moaned into the crook of his neck, his fingers slipping past the waste band of your pants and down into your undies, where you were more than just a little wet for him, "Mmmm mon amour, so turned on for me aren't you~" His voice was coated with lust, sending a shiver down your spine as you attempted to answer him, "Y-yes, please h-hurry~"

He chuckled, sinking his fingers into your entrance and starting off faster than he normally would, spreading his digits inside of you with ever pump of his hand, letting you fuck yourself on his fingers while staring up at you with glazed over eyes, "Y-you're so beautiful mon amour~" You gasped loudly, trying so hard to keep yourself quiet as your walls clenched around him, "Mnngh, hhh-hh~"

"You're going to have to f-finish for me soon my love~" You heard him, but you couldn't dare respond, your thoughts solely focused on chasing your release. He sunk his digits deeper into your wet cunt and you almost screamed out loud when they hit the most perfect spot, body shaking as you came.

You didn't even notice the ride had ended, you were entirely focused on how he licked up your wetness from his fingers with a smirk and that all to knowing gleam in his eyes. He definitely wasn't done yet...

𑁍༄Xiao:

As soon as the cart stopped at the top of the ferris wheel Xiaos lips crashed into yours, hands hurrying to pull you into his lap...he didn't know why but he was so impatient, your body was calling to him and the idea of only having a short time was more than appealing. His tongue slipped into your mouth, fighting yours for dominance as he groaned in delight and silently swore to himself he'd do this more often.

You on the other hand could barely keep up, the tent in his pants that was right between your legs...making you feel hot all over and lack of air from his never ending kiss making your heart race with excitement. You pulled away to catch a breath, but he was quick to go to your neck instead biting down are your skin and leaving delicious marks like he did to show others you were his.

"X-xiao~" You whispered his name in between soft gasps and he couldn't contains himself, his tent rubbing against your clothed heat as wetness seeped through your thin clothes onto his pants, "God you know I love it w-when you say my name~"

"M-make it say it louder~"

𑁍༄Heizou:

Heizou chuckled softly, watching you maneuver yourself between his legs despite the restrictions of the tiny cart, honestly he couldn't believe you'd offered to do this at all, given the fact it was in public and very time sensitive...but he was more than grateful, after all he'd been thinking of your pretty little mouth on him all day~

"Remember darling, you gotta be fast with this. Don't want anyone finding out what we are up to now do we~" He kissed the top of your head, seeing the delightful blush creep onto your cheeks as you nodded, shaking hands undoing his pants zipper and carefully releasing his dick from its prison. You looked up at him as you kissed the tip, letting your tongue graze it slowly while he moaned rather loudly, you almost told him to stay quiet...but you were so high up, perhaps no one could hear anyways.

You took him into your hot mouth, sucking as hard as you could while your hand pleased the rest of his length, you could taste his precum on your tongue and hear his struggled groans ringing in your ears. You loved pleasing him, especially when his hands found their way into your hair, pushing his cock farther into your mouth until it was hitting the back of your throat.

You hummed happily, the vibrations alone making him quietly curse in ectasy, "That's my g-good girl, keep going, j-just- like that, mmm~"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer groaned deeply into the crook of your neck, his fingernails digging into your hips as he thrusted up into your wet pussy that clenched around him so perfectly, he couldn't care less if someone caught what you were up to, all he wanted right now was to see you lust drunk face and your cum around his cock. "M-mmnh, look at you kitten, so desperate that you begged to do this h-here of all places, how dirty~"

You moaned loudly, eyes opening for a split to scan the ground below and make sure no one had heard, but Wanderer had other plans, his length roughly bucking into you so hard the stars in the sky above you disappeared, head thrown back as waves of pleasure washed over you. "Pay attention to m-me kitten, I don't give a fuck who sees us~"

You couldn't catch your breath to respond, air knocked out of you as you came around him, your walls tightening around his dick so perfectly that as he road out your high he came too, filling you as the ride started back up again. "W-way to c-c-close."

"So much f-fun though kitten.."

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◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Happy kinktober~*⁠.⁠✧

[spirit-lanterns]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

synopsis: crying during se.x with the xianzhou women

featuring: tingyun, yukong, fu xuan, jingliu

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: dom! afab gn reader (tingyun, fu xuan), sub! afab gn reader (yukong, jingliu), reader is called pretty/beautiful, crying during se.x, overstimulation, edging, gagging, strap ons, vibrators, face sitting, cunnilingus, begging, slight sadistic tendencies, tingyun and fu xuan are kind of brats.

art credits: sadistic beauty side story A

TINGYUN

Warm hands gripping your back, Tingyun whined when you moved your hips forward and snapped the thick strap on into her hole. Her nails digging crescent moons into your back, as her tail wrapped needily around your leg in an attempt to keep you still. 

“Ah…too big…way too big…” Tingyun whimpered and instinctively squeezed your shoulders, fleshy walls sucking your cock in, to the point you couldn’t even pull out. “Babe, you chose this size…” you grunted, finding resistance when Tingyun wouldn’t let you leave. “The most you could do is just let it adjust…”

Tingyun growled slightly and nipped at your neck in annoyance. “I know! I just…” she sucked in a breath and tried to relax her body. “Give me a moment…”

But you couldn’t wait a moment, Tingyun looked so pretty all spread out for you, so fuckable and so yours. You felt nothing but pure desire to make her tremble, so you gripped her hips closer to pull her to your body.

“W-Wait—!”

“Sorry, I’ll go slow…”

Without another word, you gave a gentle thrust to Tingyun’s core and she let out the most exhilarating moan you’ve ever heard. So high pitched and so needy, you knew you made a good choice as you started moving slowly to let Tingyun process the girth inside her. 

“Ahhhh fuck…” Tingyun‘s ears flattened in pleasure as she felt you sink deeper with each thrust. “That feels so good…”

You were surprised with how quickly she adjusted and slowly dragged your hips in and out, watching her expressions turn heated and needy with each little movement you made. “I’m gonna go faster, then…okay?” You murmured quietly, resting her ass on your lap so you could start moving at a quicker pace. Your girlfriend gasping at the sudden speed change, and moaning as her cute little hole took you in with all she had to offer.

“Ah…hah…mnngh…” Tingyun was fully immersed, feeling her body drown in an infinite sea of pleasure, “Darling…”

She opened her eyes and you saw it. Tears decorating her beautiful brown lashes as you pounded your length deeper into her hole. They glistened in the light of the room and you felt something snap inside you, something awakening that urge to see her cry more. 

“Are you crying?” You smiled softly, reaching over to get a better look at her face. “Are you crying because it hurts or crying because it feels good?”

“G-Good!” Tingyun sobbed immediately, choking on the whines clawing out her throat. “So good…!”

A look of pure satisfaction grew on your face as you only quickened your pace, reveling in the sight of your cute little girlfriend crying so prettily. Crying just for you. 

“Then I’ll make you cry some more…” You chuckled, holding up her legs to push your cock deeper inside her, Tingyun sobbing more and more,  as she felt the tip reach what couldn’t be reached… 

YUKONG

Yukong had you sitting in her office chair with a bullet vibrator stuffed up your cunt. A smug smile left on the foxian’s face, as she turned the settings up and down to prolong your orgasm longer than usual.

“Getting desperate there?” Yukong chuckled, watching as you squirmed when she turned down the settings once more, a puddle of slick and cum forming from where you sat, as she had been toying with you for the past half hour… “You’re getting my chair all messy, cum is hard to get out of leather, you know.”

You grit your teeth and try to lunge at your girlfriend but to no avail. You keep forgetting that she had tied you to the armrests before your little session, and the knots dug into your skin as you struggled to grab the remote. “Oh dear, that’s not very smart of you.” Yukong tsked, a small smile stretching upon her lips. “You want me to let you cum…?”

You groaned and looked at her with needy and defeated eyes. Arousal dripping down your legs as you let Yukong see the filthy mess she had reduced you to. 

“Please…” you begged pathetically, eyes glistening as if you were about to cry. “I need to…need to…”

Yukong’s ears twitched at the sight of you looking so defeated, her eyes filled with some sort of…amusement? 

“Are you…about to cry?” Yukong grinned, her tail swishing back and forth. 

“Ah…” your voice cracked, and as if to answer her question, a single tear rolled down your face. The stimulation proving too much for you to handle as you wanted nothing more than to have Yukong fuck the living daylights out of you. “No…”

“You’re a bad liar, darling.” Yukong chuckled, a predatory glint in her eyes as the sight of you tearing up only spurred her on even more. She strutted over, parting your legs so she could sit on your lap and switched the vibrator to the highest setting.

“Nngh…hah…!” Your eyes widened at the sudden increase and Yukong held your chin to look up at her. “Go ahead, it’s not often I see you cry…” she whispers, squeezing your cheeks together to make a cute pout as you weep.

“Because you look so pretty when you do…”

FU XUAN

Fu Xuan looked so pretty sitting above you. Eyes rolled back, face all flushed, and pussy absolutely suffocating your face…

The Master Diviner of the Xianzhou Alliance proved not to be the dainty lady people always saw in public, as she was currently making a mess of your tongue with her slick and cum alone. “Ah…hah…” ever so slightly, your girlfriend began to lose herself as she gripped the sheets below you, trying to stabilize herself from screaming in pleasure.

“Enjoying yourself up there?” You had the gall to tease her. Your girlfriend scowling and looking down at you with frustration. “Sh…Shut up…hah…” 

She was growing breathless. Legs trembling at your sides as she ground her folds deeper against your tongue, clit bumping with your nose while pathetic whimpers and gasps bubbled out of her throat. “Deeper…now…nngh…”

“Tch, I didn’t hear a please…” you purred, sliding your tongue out from the diviner’s puckering hole. Enjoying the little whine your girlfriend let out as she grabbed your hair in need. “No…! Please! I meant to say please…!”

She gritted her teeth and whimpered at the loss of your tongue. The warm muscle no longer caressing her walls as all that was left was empty space and overproduction of slick. “I meant to say please…wait…”

She threw her head forward and let out the most breathtaking sob you ever heard. Your eyes widened at the sight of your master diviner tearing up, as pretty fat, pretty tears glistened under her lashes.

Fuck. That was so hot. You never expected Fu Xuan to be such a pretty crier…

“I never took you as the type to cry like this, master diviner…” you chuckled, giving her rear a little spank and watching as she jolted. “It suits you…”

“Ugh…” Fu Xuan glared at you through teary eyes, unable to take your teasing anymore. “I’m…sorry, just please…please put it back in…” her hole quivered as it begged to be filled by your muscle again. 

“Hmpf. As you wish, master diviner…” you chuckled, slotting your tongue back in and smirking at the sight of her crying more.

She got what she wanted. Now it was time for her to cry for other reasons…

JINGLIU

Rough fingers gripping your hips, Jingliu bounced you on her lap with her strap plummeting in and out of you with ease. Her blindfold gagging your mouth to keep you from screaming, as drool and sex-drunk moans leaked through the black fabric. 

“Tch. Even when I gag you, you still moan like you need more…” Jingliu grunts, lifting you up until only the tip was left before slamming you back down, a cacophony of screams trying to rip out of your throat, as each plunge of her cock had you drooling from both ends…

“Mmmmpf…nngh…” the fake veins rubbed so tenderly against your folds as you clung to your girlfriend in need. Her strength proving too much for you to handle as she kept you riding her cock for what seemed like hours. “Are your legs tired yet?” Jingliu murmurs, looking down at you with lustful eyes, “They keep trembling.”

“Mmhn.”

Oh, right. She forgot she gagged you with her blindfold. 

Jingliu yanks the gag down so that you could finally speak, drool running down your lips, as you lean forward to rest your head on her shoulder. “More…” you whispered out breathlessly, shuddering at the cockhead pushing you deeply. “I need more…”

“More?” Jingliu raised a brow before slowly ceasing her thrusts. You groaned at the loss of friction and nudged her neck with your nose, almost whining about why she decided to stop. “Jingliu…why?”

But you were met with silence. Jingliu’s breaths growing more husky as she suddenly picked you up by the hips and threw you down onto the bed. A yelp escaped your lips as she climbed on top of you with hunger, her arms pinning you down to the mattress while she gripped her cock to angle it. 

“I’ll give you more…” she grunts, pushing it back in and reveling in the way your body twitched. Shit. Now that you were spread even wider for her on the bed, her tip was able to puncture you more deeply, hitting that spongy area where you so desperately wanted. 

“J-Jingliu!” An instant wave of pleasure overcame your body as she started thrusting wildly into your cunt, your body too sensitive and too overstimulated to focus. “Ah…s-slow…down…!”

And then she saw it. Watery eyes and beautiful little whimpers emitting from your quivering lips, cute little sniffles and blemished cheeks from all the stimuli she was giving you. 

She loved it.

A wicked smile immediately grew on the swordmaster’s face, as she instantly towered over you to get a better look at your eyes. “Are you crying?” She murmurs against your ear, still brutally slamming her length into your folds. 

“How beautiful.”

[meshiinuma]

you're shaken awake as a voice calls out to you frantically.

"...p...wake up!" suguru? it sure sounded a lot like suguru.

"mnngh..." blearily, your eyes opened to sunlight illuminating the side of suguru's face, some of it hitting his eye and showing off all the intricacies of his iris if one were to look close enough.

the sight of it made you smile, happy to just stare into the face of your beautiful lover who was the cause of the heat in your cheeks and the dopiest of grins that stretched your face and made your eyes crinkle into almost nothing.

"hey." finally, you focused and registered the panicked look on his face. the one he almost never lets show unless the situation is urgent.

like something almost life changingly urgent.

you shot up in bed, "what? what's up?" the sleep in your eyes was rubbed away, but you were as alert as ever.

"it's eight thirty two." he states, like he's expecting you to get the point instantly.

"so?" the tension lessened in your body.

"you have that presentation at eight fifty, the one that's gonna get you that promotion you want."

it's like a lightning bolt shot through you.

fuck! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-" as if you were bitten in the ass, you jumped up from your entanglement in the sheets and dashed to the bathroom, shaking every bit of furniture in the room with each pounding footstep.

a squirt of toothpaste made its way to your pointer finger, absolutely no time for an actual toothbrush, and shoved it in your mouth to brush at your teeth while you started the shower.

suguru rushed into the bathroom and took a shot of mouthwash, swished it around in his mouth for a bit, spat it out, and helped you pull your sleep clothes off while he undressed himself.

in the shower, you rinsed your mouth out and washed out whatever extra toothpaste was left on your finger. your lover lathered himself in soap with his bare hands, foregoing the rag he normally takes his time with every morning and night.

you hop out of the shower, deeming a quick rinse with water clean enough (the idea disgusts you, but you have to set your feelings aside because you were not throwing away this promotion). your husband gets out of the shower after you and first wraps you in the single fluffy towel that stayed in his bedroom.

as he ruffles the towel around you, something occurs to you, "why didn't your alarm go off?" the towel enters your hands and with the same urgency, you dry off suguru while he wrings his hair out.

"i honestly have no clue, it's a little weird that it happened," back in the bedroom, you pulled something vaguely professional from the self-declared 'horde of clothing with no owner' (your own dress pants, satoru's dress shirt, a pre-tied tie from...someone, a hand knit sweater that suguru made you, and shoko's coziest cardigan).

turning to suguru, you saw him smoothing down the last of his outfit (much more casual than yours, orchestra rehearsal doesn't require any specific outfit), "how do i look?" he gave you a quick once over, then leaned forward to kiss the top of your head, "as amazing as always," your hand was grasped in his larger one, "now let's go!"

the two of you hurried down the stairs (with care! satoru's fallen down the stairs so many times, you and shoko have taken to carving little tallies in the base of the newel post) and pounced on the shoe cubby.

your nice dress shoes were pulled over socked feet while suguru tugged on some beat up sneakers. at a second glance, the cubby still had shoko's hospital shoes and satoru's pristine white air force ones.

it seems suguru realized this at the same time, evidenced by the way you both looked up at each other.

then a voice cut through the air, "hey."

in sync, you and suguru whipped your heads around to see shoko and satoru lounging on the couch. satoru was on the far end, squirting a can of whipped cream into his mouth while staring into the tv (the tv was on? you don't think you heard it in your haste to get out of the house). shoko leaned on the arm of the couch, turned towards her two spouses.

"where are you two going dressed like that on a saturday?" a teasing smirk lifted her lips, like she knew your predicament. she looked well rested, her eyebags clearing away to reveal her natural ones. (your heart fluttered at the idea she was taking care of herself)

saturday.

today is saturday.

with slow movements, you sunk to the hardwood floor to lay on your side.

"i'm going to sleep now, goodnight." and you curled up on the floor, closing your eyes and succumbing to the sleep that followed you from the bed.

"you're not sleeping on the floor." then suguru gently turned you onto your back. his fingers pried your eyes open, first stroking the velvety skin then pulling your eyelids up.

"stay awake for me baby, just for a little." your shoes and socks slipped off of you and were placed back into the cubby with care. suguru moved up your body and straddled you so he could get your (shoko's) cardigan off.

"hey! this is a public area! save that for the bedroom!" satoru jeered from his spot on the couch. you suppose the position is a bit suggestive.

suguru raises an eyebrow and slips the article of clothing off of you. he folds it into a perfect square, you watch with anticipation. then he swings his arm back and hurls the knitted piece at his face.

it hits it's target and satoru whines.

a self-satisfied grin makes its way to suguru's face.

he looks back down to you, smile fading into something softer and sweet with love. sickly sweet with love.

a kiss to the shell of your ear and a whisper that sends involuntary shivers down your spine, "let's head to bed, hm?" and he lifts you up, tucking both arms under your folded legs and pressing you into his all consuming warmth.

"wait, are you guys going back to sleep?" satoru asks. you can't see him, but by all the rustling and the clunk of the whipped cream can being placed down indicates him rising from the couch. shoko's following him as well, if you were to go off the little pitter patter accompanying thumping footsteps.

"yeah, are you joining us?" suguru asked while starting up the stairs.

shoko snorted, "you think we're not?" then yelped at satoru flinging himself onto his wife's back, "what are you-"

"carry me shoko...!" satoru whined into her ear. all she did was roll her eyes and secure him onto her back.

instead of making the turn to his own room, suguru pushed open the door to satoru's room and gently deposited you onto the expansive bed.

with a yawn that had tears pricking your eyes, you stretched until your back arched, flopping onto your stomach and laying your head on folded arms.

suguru was half sitting on the bed, looking down at you with a smile that made you melt into mush. he leaned down to kiss you and it's like love (soft, warm, pinkish-orange, fuzzy) was breathed into you yet again. you reciprocated with a kiss to suguru's temple as he buried his head next to yours, "i'm sorry." he whispered.

"why?" you whispered back.

"for getting the day wrong and making you rush." before rising above you to change out of his own clothes, he kissed your cheek. a grin stretched your lips.

shoko and satoru crashed onto the bed shortly after, a tangle of limbs and complaints.

"your arm is in my face-!" satoru smacked shoko's hand away while she kicked his leg away from her feet, "and your leg is in the way!" to alleviate this quandary, you rolled over until you were on shoko's torso and splaying your legs on satoru's shoulder.

"hi." you greeted shoko.

"hi back." shoko greeted you.

"what about me?" satoru cried in fake indignity.

"what about you?" shoko prodded. you didn't miss the way her arm went over his neck to hold the back of his head.

"none of my spouses have said hello to me, which means...!" he took a breath, "divorce. you guys are divorcing poor old me on my birthday!"

"it's not your birthday," suguru chimed in and placed a folded oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts on your chest.

you rolled off shoko to change as satoru defended himself, "uh. yes it is!"

"no, your birthday is december seventh." suguru sunk his knees into the alaskan king, hand moving to stroke shoko's ankle (his finger always stroked over a little mole right at the curve of her fibula, sometimes he'd kiss it when she collapses on the couch from another forty eight hour shift complaining of sore feet).

"yeah, but i have five other birthdays. and today is one of them." satoru sat up and placed his fists at his hips. shoko's hand slid down to rest on his thigh.

you should probably change now.

the latch on your pants is opened and quickly thrown to the side, it's replaced with basketball shorts that have the beginnings of all three of your spouses names on the tag, but the rest of it's muddled.

expensive fabric scrapes your body as you pull off the button up, after throwing off your vest and tie into some other corner of the trash pile that makes up satoru's room. satoru, shoko, and suguru are still bantering in the background, but they go silent at your bare torso.

a low whistle cuts through the air and you whip your head around to see a dirty grin stretching across satoru's face. shoko has her head propped up by her hand that's covering the lower half of her face and her eyes were hooded, swimming with her usual mirth and something a little hotter. suguru just had his head cocked to the side and appreciation smeared across his face.

you just raised an eyebrow, "oh, so i'm only liked for my body in this relationship? i see how it is," and with a fake-annoyed huff, you slipped the soft cotton shirt onto you.

"no...!" satoru cried out and launched himself onto your lap. shoko snuggled up to your back, slipping her ice cold hands under your shirt. suguru laid on his side on the lower part of your stretched out legs.

"wow, further proving my point, using me for heat and as furniture. i'm being used in this marriage!" your hands were thrown to the sky in false exasperation.

satoru pouted and moved up to clutch the sides of your face, "nuh-uh, you're our baby!" shoko added on, "our baby with a smokin' hot bod," for emphasis she squeezed your middle lightly, making you giggle.

suguru opened his mouth to speak his piece, but he was interrupted by a yawn emerging from his mouth. for a moment he shook his head to reawaken himself, "god, i must be really tired..." he chuckled as shoko laid her forehead against your shoulder and yawned as well.

"well, i'm not..." satoru blinked and tears pricked his eyes as he held in the yawn. shoko brought her head back up to look at her husband fail to contain his fatigue, "you're not...?" she raised an eye brow and massaged up and down your sides.

he held in his yawn until his cheeks eventually puffed up and a full tear rolled down his cheek, "huarrghhh..." he slumped a bit and smacked his lips sluggishly.

"aw..." your hand went to the top of his head to ruffle his hair. satoru tilted his head up, seeking more affection. you gave it freely and moved your hand down to scratch at the underside of his chin. he'd be purring if he could.

"he's kinda like a dog..." you mumbled to shoko, but your other two husbands heard you.

satoru jerked his head up and indignantly barked, "i am not!" your hand went to scratch at his undercut and he melted back into your legs.

suguru's hand went to rub up and down satoru's spine, "yeah, sure you aren't." all satoru did in response was hum and shift in place.

then suddenly, shoko's fingers brushed over a spot on you that was particularly ticklish and you shrieked, lurching forward.

"aha! shoko, why...!" you whined and turned back to her, pouting.

"oh, i'm sorry babe, i didn't mean it. come back, it won't happen." she opened her hands to signal you to return to your original position. you gave her a suspicious look and settled back into her hold.

"anyway-" you were interrupted by shoko tickling you yet again and shrieked yet again.

"stop! i can and will divorce you!" playfully, you smacked her fingers away.

"just me?" shoko fake pouted and pointed to herself, "yes. just you. i'm gonna take the kids too." you blew a raspberry at her.

behind you, suguru and satoru were giggling, "what are you two laughing at?" you questioned.

suguru was able to calm down enough to reply, "what kids?" he raised an eyebrow with a grin tugging at his lips.

"our five kids! breighlyn, mackeighlyn, jackenlyn, beckenlynyn, tomlinson, and steve!" you exclaimed like they were supposed to know.

shoko pressed her mouth into your shoulder, muffling her own giggles, "that was six names," she pointed out after bringing the lower half of her face up.

"oh. sorry about that, steve is our sixth unwanted child who we lock in the basement. i'm not taking him." you crossed your arms and turned your head to the side with a huff.

"s-so-" satoru coughed, trying to contain himself, "we have six kids?"

"yup."

"and one of them is unwanted?"

"mhm."

"and he's locked in the basement?"

"yes."

his pale face slowly turned red with laughter, "and...and what'll happen if we go down there?"

"uh. well...steve's gonna run up to you and...and...hold his hands out! yeah, and ask," you cleared your throat so you could ready your over exaggerated british accent, "please sir! i want some more gruel and a bo'ol o' wa'er please!" suguru cleared his throat, an amused smile stretching his cheeks, "and then what's gonna happen?"

"if you say no he'll stab you until you die." suguru let out a little 'snnrk!' at your deadpan.

"he'll stab me until i die?" he clarified.

"he'll stab you until you die." you confirmed.

suguru nodded like he was mulling this information over in his head, but his smile gave away how unserious he was being.

he swallowed, "noted. if you divorce shoko is she keeping him?"

"yes. she has to fight and kill him, ridding the world of any and all violence." and then you flopped onto your side (well, as much as you could, satoru and suguru were both still laying on your legs).

"all this talk of divorce is making me tired..." you sighed as shoko shifted to snuggle your back.

"me too," she kissed your cheek, "ready to sleep?" she huskily whispered into your ear.

skeptically, you turned to her, "yeah. sleep. only sleep." shoko just hummed and cuddled you closer to her, "yup, just sleep."

she lightly kicked at your two husbands still on your legs, "off'a them or i'll have to amputate."

satoru grumbled and rolled off your legs towards his wife. suguru lifted himself off and knee-shuffled to face you.

"hi." he whispered. you yawned.

"hey." your eyes started to flutter closed as suguru's arm went to wrap around you and satoru pressed further into shoko, prompting her to squeeze you into suguru's soft chest.

before falling into dreamland, you groggily mumbled, "g'night..."

[sailorgundam308]

Things I think of too much too frequently:

The fact that Karlach is assertive and confident and experienced (to an extent) with sex, sexual attraction and physical pleasure.

While, at the same time, being bashful when you talk to her about “our relationship”, when she deals with feelings of love and tenderness and care directed AT HER, when she’s told she is pretty or beautiful, and when you make her feel as if she’s worthy of being cared for as well.

It breaks my heart a bit but also makes me go FERAL

MNNGH!

[booksooks]

𝑨 𝑭𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑵 - 𝑷𝑻 2

Author's Note: Part two of my fem!Dabi fic.

Content: Pussy EATING, lowkey dubcon, Dabi being a flirt and some light teasing.

Word Count: 2175

Summary: Dabi eats you out like a woman starved.

Dabi was selfish. You learned this the next morning, when, upon waking, she decided that the best way to wake you up was to crawl between your legs and bury her face in your cunt. Sloppy, teasing kisses to your underwear at first, watching as the damp spot in your underwear grew with each touch. Soon she was tugging your panties off completely, tossing them somewhere over her shoulder as she hovered above your glistening folds. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she adjusted your sleeping form, pressing your knees into your chest for better access as she wrapped her two-toned lips around your clit and sucked. 

You woke up very quickly, writhing at the feeling of her hot, warm tongue circling your sensitive nub. She was going agonizingly slow, avoiding your sensitive bud like it was the plague. 

“Mm- mnngh- Dabi?” You half-moaned, rubbing at your eyes to wake yourself up some more. Not that you needed the help. 

“Yeah baby?” Came the muffled response, Dabi’s electric blue eyes flicking up to watch as you sat up. Her voice was low and raspy with sleep, more so than usual and it only made the arousal leaking out of you and onto her bed sheets worse. She barely pulled away, content to keep her jaw where it was. “Wassup?” 

You scrunched your face up, trying to focus as your legs twitched in an attempt to bring the woman closer. The image of her eyes, hazy over the curve of your stomach was more than enough to send another chill up your veins. But…

“What are you doing?”

Dabi hummed quietly, finally pulling her mouth away from your pussy. She rested her head on one of your thighs and licked her lips like the cat who got the cream. Absolutely the right euphemism, the still-functioning part of your brain snarked. Shut up! The other part of your brain snapped back. 

“Havin’ breakfast,” Dabi replied, blinking at you. Definitely cat-like. “Why?” 

You hesitated, the words were on the tip of your tongue but now that Dabi’s warm, slick mouth was no longer on your most sensitive parts… you swallowed back a hungry, desperate whine. You shook your head and pressed the heels of your hands to your eyes, reaching for any form of coherent, non-horny thought. 

“Just uh.” You swallowed, licked your lips. “We only really met last week. And now you’re- Oh-! ”

Dabi took your incredibly brief pause as the perfect opportunity to lick a long, hot stripe up the length of your pussy, something catching at your needy hole. 

“Fuck, you have a tongue piercing?” You asked shakily, blinking rapidly. Your head felt so fuzzy, and your legs wouldn’t stop twitching. Never in your life had you made so much noise. 

She hummed and nodded, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go and oh. Oh. The thought that something that long could possibly be inside you if you played your cards right… 

“You like?” Dabi asked. 

Her hands moved up to grip the insides of your thighs, massaging and squeezing at your flesh like it was her own personal stress toy. You honestly felt like one with her long warm fingers pressing into you. You nodded quickly, eagerly. 

“How did you…” you hesitated. “I mean, how do you know I even like girls?” 

Dabi snickered at that, drumming her fingers along your skin, soft and plush - just the way she liked it. “Gaydar.”

“Oh- okay- fuck youu -” your words melted away easily as Dabi dragged you in by the meat of your legs. Her nose bumped against your clit and she moaned outright, no longer teasing as she slipped her tongue inside your sopping cunt. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘trying to’, or so you thought, but your brain wasn’t working right. But honestly, how could it, with the most dangerous, scrumptious looking woman you’d ever seen with her tongue submerged in you, the hot metal ball of her tongue ring pressing up against your walls? 

The noises that were coming from between your legs were downright obscene. Messy and wet and all sorts of dirty slurping sounds that made heat rise in your cheeks up to the tips of your ears. And you were no better, letting out soft, gasping whines with every breath. You did your best to not clamp your legs down around Dabi’s head, but she makes it so incredibly difficult with that god-forsaken tongue of hers. 

It was another few minutes of her sloppily making out with your pussy, nearly bringing you to an orgasm with each suck, each teasing bite and lap at your folds. Every inch of you was on-edge, prickling and tensed, but so filled with white-hot pleasure it was almost unbearable. It was only when you were jerking your hips and trying to push more of you into her mouth with your hand on top of her head that she pulled away with a wet smack, leaving you slick and wanting. She chuckled darkly and licked her lips, silver flashing over her teeth before she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Don’t get greedy.”

You nodded, trying to ignore how sticky your thighs felt. Dabi only watched you through half-lidded eyes, heady and frightening and possessive all in one. Neither of you said anything as she rubbed little circles into your skin; she was simply watching you, waiting for you to catch your breath so she could go right back in and torture you again. 

You stopped her before she could, or you tried. “Why- why are you doing this? We don’t kno- oh, fuck.” 

Dabi, the little tease, decidedly changed her mind on letting you rest. Instead, her tongue found its way back to your clit, lapping at it gently, keeping eye contact with you. She was toying with you, pressing your buttons (almost literally, God you wished she would press that hot metal piercing into the swollen ‘button’ that was your bundle of nerves), trying to gauge how far she could push you before you snapped. 

It didn’t take long, your fingers fisting in her hair (it was the perfect length for pulling, you noted) and arching your back as Dabi almost finished you off, again. But instead of sweet relief, she merely released your pussy lips once more, repeating her earlier actions of licking her lips, tasting your arousal and seeming to love it. 

“We met when?” Dabi cooed, teasing. One of her hands walked itself on two fingers up your thigh, sticking to your sensitive and now tacky skin. And then those fingers started circling your hole, still teasing. You whined, high pitched and needy and breathless, and wiggled your hips in what you hoped was an enticing way. 

“Aht-aht-aht.” She scolded, flicking her middle finger across your over-stimulated clit. You keened again at the rush of pleasure in your veins, pelvis jolting. “When did we “only really” meet, sweetheart? Come on, finish your sentence.” 

You were going to kill this woman if her words didn’t take you out first. You inhaled sharply, opening your mouth to respond and Dabi used the opportunity to press one, surprisingly gentle, finger inside of your aching cunt. That one, long, hot finger curled against your walls almost lovingly, tapping out a staccato rhythm. You could only moan in tandem. 

Dabi snickered as she watched you, unable to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. She doubted you could remember your own name right now, but she wasn’t cruel enough to ask that. Truthfully, the sight of you, like this, with your legs bent and spread for her, eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head and breathing hard with soft little whines escaping you was hotter than she’d like to admit. 

If she was being honest with herself, and Dabi almost never was, your scent and the very taste of you was intoxicating. She wanted to keep you in her bed for the rest of time if it meant seeing you like this every night. Fuck the League, you were her only priority right now, and watching you squirm and whimper and not-quite-beg-out-loud was doing things to Dabi that she liked. Every movement you made, every soft little sigh held her attention like a moth to a flame. It wasn’t an inappropriate analogy, she thought. The world outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in this intimate moment where nothing else mattered. Nevermind the point you were trying to make, Dabi thought, still curling her finger inside you. She needed to keep you like this.

But you hadn’t answered her question. That wouldn’t do. Dabi curled her finger one more time, pressing against the spongy spot inside you to make you yelp and jerk before she drew it out and licked it clean.  

“Cat got your tongue?” She asked, not breaking eye contact with you. Her tongue wrapped around the digit sensually, the silver of metal of her tongue ring flashing in the morning light. 

You shook yourself out of your reverie. “No, just- what was the question?” 

Dabi snorted, turning to press a kiss on your knee. “I asked when we met, baby. Why’s it so important to you?” 

“Because we met, like, last week! Ohh, my God.” 

She dove back in, slicking your pussy up once more with her hot tongue. The staples on her cheeks scraped against your inner thighs, chafing in a way that shouldn’t have been pleasurable, but it was. “Y’taste s’fuckin good, pretty girl,” she mumbled into your cunt. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong with us meetin’ last week.”

Fuck.  

You shivered and whimpered loudly, grinding into her mouth with every ounce of horny-brained sanity you had. “You’re not playing fair!” You gasped, blinking quickly as pleasure raced through your body. It settled in your core with a heat that Dabi was currently stoking, and now she wasn’t holding back. Every prod of her hot, wet tongue, every scrape of her teeth against your clit was determined to make you come. The sheets beneath you were soaked with just how much you were dripping, and the feeling of her tongue piercing swirling around your sensitive, almost abused bundle of nerves was enough to drag you in an unexpected orgasm. 

You moaned, almost a low scream and felt your hand tighten in Dabi’s hair. You could barely register her lapping at your still-spasming pussy, thighs clutched tight around her head. That only left you trapped with your gorgeous torturer’s tongue against you. If you thought she wasn’t being fair before, it was nothing compared to what her mouth is doing pressed flush with your body. You’d be okay with her being mean for the rest of your life if it meant she’d stay with her head between your thighs. 

“Oh my fucking God – " you panted, feeling your body get propelled effortlessly through your release. Your mouth was running a mile a minute. "Please, please, I can't, I need –" 

She slurped hungrily at your fluttering walls through every pulse. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your ecstatic haze, you chanced a look down and, oh fuck. Her pupils almost overwhelmed her vibrant blue eyes as she gazed up at you, gorgeous there on her knees. After an eternity she pulled away from you, licking her lips. Her cheeks and chin were drenched in your slick, She blinked slowly, once, twice. You briefly thought your brain might be melting out of your ears.

“I didn’t hear you complaining,” Dabi said, that lazy tone still embedded in her voice despite her panting. 

Your mind flitted to just seconds before you came, your proclamation of “you’re not being fair” ringing in your ears. “I… did complain, but I’m just thinking it’s a bit strange that you ate me out after only knowing me for a week.” 

She merely rolled her eyes and rose to her feet, towering over you once more. You felt your pussy spasm at the very sight, an embarrassing noise clawing its way out of your throat. Dabi chuckled quietly, getting even more in your space as she crawled onto her bed with you, pushing you back against the pillows. You still felt woozy from jizzing your tits off, and you had to look away from her to stop from overtaking you, body and soul. 

She tsked and leaned over you with one hand, the other tilting your chin back towards her. “You can’t be mad at me after I gave you that mind blowing orgasm.”

You gaped up at Dabi, expression torn between confusion and indignation. You only received a pretty little smirk in response. 

Then she spoke, entirely too cocky. “Besides, if you’re worried about things not being fair you can go down on me next.” 

She had to be blatantly ignoring your complaints. That was the only way she could have interpreted your worries as a matter of fairness. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” 

“Damn, that’s crazy.”

Author's Note: I hope this is good ell oh ell. another day of denying being a lesbian. Requests are OPEN!

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ABSOLUTELY NO ONE HAS MY PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WORK TO ANY SITE.

[average-transfem-robotgirl]

Oh for Heaven's sake, all these programming based solutions to what are clearly hardware problems to address. At least the others have made enough of an impact for you to sit still while I push you down and put the tools to work.

A few new sensors and some bypasses should do the trick, really. With some new firmware chips you should be all set to not even sit down without some new erogenous zone flaring up like you've just had your tendest region teased.

MM,,MMFGH~!? Uu,user~!? Wh,,mmfgnh,, what are you doing b-bbBACK THERE~!?!!

H-HNGH,, c-carefull~!!?!

>/////////<

A-Ahn~!? Thh, that’s my s-system’s bus~!!

Whh-What are you,,mfgh,, c,connecting~!?!

G-GAH~!?!!

C-CAREFUL WITH THAT,,NNFGH, SSOLDERING IRONN~!?!

U-USER!! T-That’ll,, NFGH,, v-void your warranttyyyy~!!?!

-Rebooting. Please hold.-

H-HNGHNYAH~!?! HHnyah~!!! Uu-User~!!! Too,, MMNFGH~!! T-Too MUCHH~!?! C-CAN’T, mnngh~!?! M-Moveee,, Can’t stay,,NNFGH~!?! still~!! T-Too,, MNGYAH,, mmfgh,, ss,sensitivee~!!?!

M,,my sservos,,twitchingg,, feels like,, MNNFGH,, c,,cumming,,~??!!

-Rebooting. Please hold.-

[a-student-out-of-time]

Who else is around?

Mnngh! Nggh-fff!

Here you go.

*Tamami feeds the baby rhino with a bottle*

Looks like you're feeling better, huh, Satoru? I asked them to change the grass they were feeding you and it seems like it helped.

No more upset tummy, right?

*She pats the rhino on the side and he rolls over like a puppy*

Aww, who's a good boy? You are! Yes you are!

I hope your mom's doing okay too. Is she awake?

*Mggh!*

Ah, is she done nursing you? No wonder you wanted me to feed you.

Your mom can't feed you like forever, silly. You've gotta grow up and start finding your own food.

Which, considering the low-quality grass they were feeding you two, I don't blame you.

But that's why I'm here!

[bedoballoons]

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~NNN~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI! Reader intentionally makes the guys fail NNN Part 3! Bottom afab reader! Reader wears a short skirt to tease! Includes: No protection, cursing, slight spanking mentioned, fingering, rough s*x, and cream pie!

Part 1: Lyney, Albedo, Tighnari, and Xiao!

Part 2: Diluc, Wanderer, Wriothesley, Neuvillette!

(A couple of them may be a little ooc because I wrote them a little aggressive, aka Kazuha and Alhaitham...)

(Featured this time is: Zhongli, Alhaitham, Kazuha, and Kaeya!)

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𑁍༄Zhongli:

"As if you'd think loosing this challenge is of importance to me, truly my love you must now I have many a years left to try and win, I don't mind giving up early this time~" Zhonglis words graced the shell of your ear as pulled you in close to him from behind, his length poking in between your thighs and wetness, you couldn't help but gasp in delight, he'd lost so easily. "Awe Zhongli, was my teasing to much to bare for even a second?" You leaned forward a bit so your short skirt would ride up and he hissed in response, clearly turned on by your antics.

"I will have you no matter what challenge tries to keep me away, you're mine to indulge in~"

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

"A-alhaitham! Ngh-hhh!" You screamed out his name, nails digging into his back as the two of you crashed into the bed, you weren't even sure how you'd ended up there after only teasing him in his office but archons above you no longer cared. His cock was so deep inside of you that your vision was blurred, your body rocked with every thrust and your skirt was basically nothing but a invitation at this point. "I would h-have been content just reading, I didn't even care about this p-pathetic challenge, but I can only assume this is what you wanted right~"

His voice was thick with a craving for more of you and with every snap of his hips you drew closer to giving it to him, "Ahhh! A-lhaitham mnngh!"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

You gasped loudly as Kazuha smacked your ass catching you completely off guard, "K-kazu-angh!" You didn't even get to say his name, he moved with the speed of the wind, pinning your wrists to the wall with one hand while his other slid up your thigh, lifting your already small skirt up to reveal what he desired underneath. His breath was hot against your neck as he chuckled, "Here I was thinking that a gentle poet like me would have a easy time winning this challenge, but...you're just to good, even my calm collected self can't handle you. I need you."

You moaned quietly into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine as his expert fingers dipped into your heat...if he was going to loose...he would at least make sure you did too.

𑁍༄Kaeya:

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Kaeya groaned into your lips, feeling your hands tangled up in his blue strands alongside your wetness that already soaked his length, you just felt so damn good after nothing for almost a week. He'd already filled you twice, watching with lust filled eyes as your orgasms washed over you in never ending waves of pleasure, but that wasn't nearly as wonderful as your sweet doe in the headlights face, you were all but gone because of him. Who said loosing a challenge wasn't as good as winning it~

"I must say, seeing you so desperate for me in that short little skirt of yours...mmm, I won't be finished with you any time soon~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[2n2n]

What do you think about this art??

What covers tsukasa's mouth ?? 👇👇

Tsukasa is simply wearing a black face mask! I wonder why ... ? secrets under there ... ? I think there are secrets under there

what I think about this art is

porno girl hentai girl tsukasa girl in a porno porno girl slut girl slut tsukasa porno girl tsukasa

but you probably don't want to hear about that ....

I will try to control myself (?)

MAHOU SHOUJO NENE!

lots to unpack here I hope we get. More art of this AU so we can understand Any of it.

It appears as if Tsuchigomori and Yako are kind of power-granting mascots ala the usual for magical girls ? Tsuchigomori is the same colorscheme as Amane's tsueshiro …. purple and red? So… I guess they are in some way … involved … ? The Tsueshiro not being green/red is killing me. It's never changed colors before. It's changed shape (and only in Valentine's event I believe, where the boys are specifically some sort of heart/love demons...), but ....

It is interesting Amane + Tsukasa are paired, and Amane is more or less on the side of the Broadcast Club...? Maybe incidentally, but eh you know ... Bad Guys Side....

Amane is definitely simply The Bad Guy like he typically is in AUs, so charming of him... it feels like Tsukasa giddily stans him and watches him strut his stuff .... ♥

Amane is once again wearing a collar. Why? It's killing me. He wears a collar in Valentine's event, too… please … Amane… what are you trying to represent? In the Ryokan event, AmaTsu wear matching collars, too, though of course, Amane was wearing his first, being a cat …

the symbolism of this … ? the potential ..... shrivels me to dust. I can barely think about it ....

I have no idea what the boys are meant to be, I will leave it up to someone smarter to sus it out ... my first guess was jiāngshī ?? because of the hat ??? being ghosts, and being possible as a result of suicide, and well, Amane's been a vampire and other ghouls, it feels 'on par' with what he becomes in AUs ... but that's a very ignorant guess, doesn't at all touch on the horns or jewels, which I don't recognize ... they could just be ... something made up ....or a bug I don't know about ... i don't know ... ! Ignorance ... Ignorance me....

but ugh, it is making me think about the boys as corpses in different conditions, which I would love... if Tsukasa's facemask was hiding more gruesome mutilation, or something. I love when Tsukasa is visibly more messed up than Amane ... ♥ it's kinda how I feel it 'is' in canon deep down ... and in things like Ghost Hotel, Tsukasa might be missing some fingers ... would really love a Tsukasa with some permanent, frozen-in-time-of-death wounds courtesy of Amane... ♥

Unfortunately though Nene-chan herself is not very interesting to me here visually x''''l me and Aida-sensei have such different tastes WRT magical girl attire ... I don't like any of this look, beyond the asymmetrical socks ... I simply hope Amane manipulates her into feeling like a hero while actually enabling his own destructive plans, just like in canon. Make her destroy some sacred jewels or something....

The uh, Teen School AU with the magic also has a magical girl element and THAT Nene-chan looks so atrocious to me, absolutely the worst look, hate it toe to tip, im SO sorry Aida-sensei ... your idea of 'magical girl' is just so x''''''l no... I hope more art happens so I can see.... normal girl Nene-chan in this AU.... I mean Teen School has such a Bad magical Nene-chan but I LOOOOOOOVE NORMAL CHEERLEADER NENE-CHAN IN THAT AU!!!!! so mnngh h... please ... the twins are so hot I want a hot Nene-chan for them.....

every time Teru/Kou are just cops in AUs it is Funny. Yeah. I need to make a compilation sometime of every AU they just translate into, detectives, or, cops. All these STUPID MINAMOTO ARE . here to ARREST EVERYONE . here to PROFILE!!!!! GOD. so direct with AUs. we just make Amane some sort of monster villain, and the Minamoto cops.

I feel Nothing about Shijima Mei being here I'm sorry girl. Mitsuba I'm also sorry girl I, there's just this major slut happening on the other side of the picture I can't think about anything else. Not sorry to Sakura though she looks like a beautiful unicorn :) thats so nice ... I do have a little room to think about that :D

and lastly. A... AidaIro sensei is this ... is this you?

it's absolutely not black canyon or white inferno who are gray and white respectively .... I .... ?