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faevi · 1 year ago

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GOJO SATORU WAKES YOU UP - (smut)

Scenario: Gojo Satoru promised to help you wake up on time and fix your sleeping schedule. He decides to use his own methods. (SMUT).

Word Count: 3,890.

Content / Trigger Warning: female reader (she/her), somnophilia, cunningulous, finger sucking, gagging, tasting of oneself(?), fingering, squirting, praise, a little bit of degradation / humiliation, a sprinkle of possessiveness, hair pulling, marking with hickies, pet-names, slight size kink, gojo being hot?

Please let me know if i missed anything - if i have, it’s genuinely unintentional.

Note: As you can see, I'm slowly getting back into writing cause I miss it. So it might be a liiiiittle bit rusty. This is my first Satoru piece! I plan to write many more. This isn't proofread / edited - So please just ignore any mistakes lkdfgfd. I also tried to follow the aesthetic trends of how everyone posts their writing pieces?? Editing is hard. I hope someone reads this and likes it (: Please let me know if you do!

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Satoru’s warm gaze never left the bed. Even as he blindly wraps the leather strap around his wrist, long fingers sliding the strap through the metal half circle, prick poking into the hole and tightens the watch. He decided to let you sleep in for an extra hour as he prepared himself for work. It’s difficult for the tall male to not indulge in spoiling you, especially when you look so cute curled up and drool seeping out onto the pillow.

Still…. He made a promise to both himself and you that he’d help you improve your sleeping schedule and limit sleeping in. It pains his heart whenever he watches you get upset from wasting hours of your day. Satoru gently sprays his cologne, dabbing it against the sides of his neck and wrists before setting the fancy-looking bottle down amongst your many that he’s purchased for you. He checks the time on his watch, already unbuttoning the few buttons of his white dress shirt. It’s 8:10 AM and he has to leave soon.

The white-haired male opts out on waking you up in a usual loud-playful manner of his. Simply because, well, you’re looking too cute. Just how you manage to coax him into letting you sleep in without even having to lift a finger. Satoru approaches the shared bed, feet silent against the carpet floor before he lowers one knee against the mattress, feeling it sink beneath his weight as he leans down, large hand sliding from your waist to hug around your stomach.

“Baby, it’s time to wake up..” Satoru speaks softly, voice his usual low and soothing. He scatters kisses against your bare shoulder, fingers gently brushing against your stomach before his palm presses against it. You only stir a little in your peaceful slumber, curling up further and pitifully trying to pull the blankets over your head. Satoru snorts, endeared by how you are just not a morning person at all. His loving attempt was a failure and he watches as you continue to sleep, wondering what you’re dreaming about.

Strands of white hair fall over his crystal blue eyes as he presses his bigger form against you, almost smothering you but he keeps his weight off of you, trying to peek at your face beneath the blankets. “If you wake up now, I’ll take you out for breakfast.” Satoru offers, hands on your body stopping as he waits to see if that temptation would have gotten a response. Nothing. Only soft breathing. ‘How can someone be such a heavy sleeper’, he thinks in almost disbelief. Satoru rolls his eyes before he stands up at the edge of the bed, hands tucking into the pockets of his black slacks. The sadistic, playful side within him calls to rile you up in the early morning by yanking the blankets and dragging your body off of the mattress but…

His heart just squeezes at the sight of the bundle of blankets forming barriers around you. Nothing is tucked in tightly, thanks to the fun last night and so instantly, an idea pops into his head. He has access. Satoru is often fantasizing about you. Hell, it feels like it’s every second of the day. It’s a miracle that he’s even able to focus on work or crack a joke to annoy his co-workers. Satoru is just the best at multi-tasking and right now, he craves to devour you and wake you up… eventually. Technically it’s multi-tasking.

Satoru bends over, lifting the blankets up cautiously from the bottom until he could see your bare legs. His heart begins to thump faster with excitement at the thought of touching you when you’re at your most vulnerable; cock twitching in his slacks. He flicks the blankets over to keep your legs exposed, hands rolling up the sleeves of his tight fitted dress shirt before he lowers his upper body onto the mattress, one hand guiding the blankets over his head until he finds himself trapped between your legs, hungry gaze falling onto your pussy.

Even with the darkness clouding around him from the blankets, Satoru can see everything. Your cunt already lightly coated in a light sheen of slick. Appearing so inviting for the taller male. He groans quietly, large hands cupping the back of your thighs and pauses for a moment. You don’t even squirm from the new touch. Whatever you’re dreaming about must be good. That, or your trust in him is so deep that it reaches sleep. He guides your legs over his broad shoulders, shifting himself so his knees are planted on the carpet, the length of your legs staying over his shoulders as he presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, tongue sliding out to teasingly dance across your smooth skin. His love-marks from last night only encourage him, lips latching onto your warm flesh to suck harshly to form another; now starting to feel you squirm a little.

You whine softly in your sleep, trying to roll onto your side but it fails as his strength easily keeps you flat on your back; body thinking nothing of it as you continue your peaceful slumber. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, though lips curled in amusement. “A sleeping beauty, all mine for the taking.” Satoru mumbles beneath his breath, fingers squeezing your flesh roughly before inching up until his long index finger glides between your folds. It slides so easily. Wet, already. He groans, pressing his crotch against the edge of the bed to try and contain himself. Invading your wet needy cunt with his cock would definitely wake you up but he thinks you need to earn it and you’re unable to do so in such a slumber.

Satoru is always in absolute awe when it comes to the sight of your pussy becoming so easily aroused just from his touch. Even as you sleep. Two of his fingers continue to cautiously glide up and down between your slick covered folds, grinning a little at noticing your thighs quivering from the careful touch. Even your hole clenches around nothing in response, desperate to be filled. Your eyebrows furrow, tilting your head into the pillow to lazily nuzzle against it in your sleep, inhaling the scent of the white-haired male that lingers. “Fuck, baby..” Satoru mumbles, two of his fingers pressing against your folds until they part to reveal your sensitive clit and needy hole. Strings of slick become visible and Satoru is always easily tempted. He drags his tongue between to break the strings, pleased by tasting you further.

With silent frustration towards the blankets hiding your face, Satoru swiftly yanks them off until the pair of you are exposed, blankets discarded on the floor. He coos mockingly as you begin to shiver from the cold. “Poor baby girl, needs warming up.” He whispers, toned arms wrapping around your thighs to keep them in place over his shoulders. Your inner thighs squeeze against his face, piercing blue eyes focusing on your sleeping face as he quickly dives in to devour you, growling lowly. His lips pressing sweetly against your sopping pussy, wet muscle dragging between your folds, moans muffled as he taste your sweet juices on his daring tongue. His mind going wild with the idea of what he could do to you as you sleep so deeply. It tempts him so much that Satoru thinks of testing further other times.

A whimpering moan parts from your sleeping lips, face scrunching up as pleasure spreads through your body from your core, fist bunching the sheets up. You stir in your slumber only slightly and for once, Satoru is glad you don’t wake up instantly. He feels powerful, being able to touch and kiss you when you’re completely vulnerable but still feeling the absolute bliss that is his tongue. Short nails dig into your thighs, pressing his face further between your legs as his open mouth makes out hungrily with your cunt. He could barely breathe from how firmly he’s pressing his face into your core, only inhaling the scent of your sex. His tongue laps up your sweetness before he leans in to press sloppy kisses to your throbbing clit, sucking harshly and tongue rubbing against the bud until he feels your legs tense up and tremble, pitifully trying to contain the ecstasy you begin to feel from his eager mouth never parting from your lower lips.

Tongue swirls around the nub lightly between his needy kisses, juices smearing across his handsome face. Blindly, your hand reaches down towards the source, fingers threading through his white hair. You begin to wake up. Slowly. Not truly able to get out of your slumber but, you feel the sweet pleasure wash over you constantly and your mind begins to seek for answers. “A-Ah… Wha— Nn…” You moan out, unable to form words from the cloud of sleepiness hanging over your head. What is going on? Something feels so good… You could barely lift it off of the pillows, eyes glancing down. You feel face get hot when realisation starts to hit you; Satoru is gazing back up at you. The piercing blue eyes wide and manic with a mixture of excitement & hunger. He’s eating you out like a starved man.

Satoru barely lifts his mouth to speak, voice dripping with lust and sounding breathless. “Good morning, princess. Finally awake, huh? Took me to touch your needy cunt for you to wake up? Filthy. My dirty little slut, hm?” The degrading words slip out through a teasing purr, prompting your free hand to pathetically try to cover your face. You feel your heart flutter, head dizzy with lustful thoughts. Drowsiness hands over your head but, it doesn’t stop your cravings starting to form. You couldn’t deny that the sadistic ways Satoru shows only causes your pussy to clench around nothing; wishing to be stretched out by his thick, pulsating cock.

“Nn, ‘toru, please—”

“No cock for you.”

He could practically read your mind by knowing you too well. That’s what you get for refusing to wake up in the first place, you suppose. Especially since you begged him to help you fix your awful habit. Satoru may love to spoil you, shower you in love and pleasure but, he can be almost scary with how firm he is with punishments. This isn’t the worst and so you accept it. You pout sleepily, eyes droopy as you watch the tall male bury his mouth against your wet cunt against, flustered by the sounds of just how excited your body is. It’s an addicting sight to see. A tall man lapping up your slick, groaning quietly from the delicious taste of you. He could taste you for hours on end if he could. Moans of his name part from you as you feel his tongue rub relentlessly against your pulsing clit, slurping loudly as his lips move against your folds, drinking every drop that dares to seep out. “Fuck, you taste so good.” Satoru groans, lips dragging down until his tongue teases your hole. You see stars, gasping sharply as you pull on the strands of his silky white hair.

Satoru groans from the ache he feels, head tilting back away from your hand to feel more of the painful tug, tongue licking over your fluttering hole, gently prodding at it. You anticipate it and, that’s why Satoru pulls away. He’s kneels up and grins down at you, admiring the way your body trembles so cutely beneath him. Your slick is dripping down his chin, coating his lower face. Your face falls from the loss of pleasure, attempting to whine in complaint. “Satoru, come on…” It does nothing, asides from making his cock strain even further against his slacks. Satoru takes his sweet time, wiping his face with his hand, watching as a string of your mess connects his fingers together.

“Dirty girl.” He comments before bringing his hand towards your face. “Open wide.” Satoru orders, voice smooth and instantly, you part your lips to happily take his long fingers into your mouth. Even this is spoiling. Satoru knows you have a wild fetish for his hands and so, if it’s not his cock that you can take; you’ll eagerly take his fingers down your throat. Your needy moans are muffled as you suck your own sweetness off of his fingers. The pads of his fingers press against your soft wet muscle, sliding them further down and watches intently as you swallow around them, his gaze darkening. Your throat muscles constrict around the invasion, causing you to gag audibly but you continue to suck like the filthy whore you are for this man.

“So good for me, aren’t you? Taking everything I give you.” He speaks soothingly, his free hand caressing your stomach. His other hand continues to slide long, slender fingers in and out of your mouth. You whimper, looking up at him with an ‘innocent’ gaze as you continue to obediently suck, only able to taste yourself, few droplets escaping down your chin. Satoru feigns calmness, checking the time on his watch. You couldn’t help but think how hot it is when he even checks the time. You’ve fallen that deep for the tall male. He’s definitely going to be late to work. Frankly, he doesn’t fucking care. They need him more than he needs them. What he truly needs? You. Always. Every shape and form. Still, this isn’t about him and so with every fibre of his being, Satoru ignores his cock, even though it throbs badly & craving to be touched.

“If you promise me to wake up properly when I wake you, I’ll let you come.” Satoru promises, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, thumb swiping gently against your lower lip. “P-Please, I promise! I’ll wake up on time, I swear.. I’ll listen to you, always. Please.” You beg, voice raspy from the lack of talking and having fingers deep down your throat. “Okay, baby~.” He coos, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your soft tiers, unable to deny how cute you are when you beg for him. You could smell is heavenly cologne gently waft over you from how close he is. One of your favourite scents. “Still, no cock.” He whispers breathlessly against your lips, hand trailing down to between your legs. You pout at him from denying you his cock once more, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

He lovingly rubs his nose against yours, obliging your clinginess by keeping his bigger form pressed against you in an embrace, scattering kisses against your jawline as his long fingers meet your needy core once more. He doesn’t tease you by dragging out his time with you, two of his fingers rub against your quivering hole before finally pushing in slowly. They slide in so easily. Even if it’s just his fingers, Satoru groans at the feeling of your tight, velvety walls cling around his digits, squeezing. Your breathing becomes erratic from feeling the sweet stretch around his digits; nothing compared to the entire length of Satoru’s thick cock but, his fingers still feel so heavenly inside of you. You briefly wonder if you could just live your life with a part of him always inside of you.

You’re clinging onto him, upper body rising off of the bed and his free arm wraps around you to keep you pressed against him, soft lips still attached to your jawline, sucking firmly enough to leave a bruise. Another possessive mark to wear with pride. His long fingers pump deep inside of you, feeling them drag along your warm slick walls as they push in and out. Moans just spill from you and Satoru feels so damn aroused just from how needy and precious you sound. Your slick already dripping onto the sheets as he continues to pound his fingers into your tight cunt roughly, angling them until—

“Oh!” You gasp sharply when a jolt of ecstasy rushes over your entire body, upper body jerking upwards from the sudden sensation. Satoru knows where to find your sweet spot quickly and is already eager to abuse it until he witnesses pretty tears in your eyes, sobbing his name out over and over like your own prayer. The white-haired male keeps you trapped beneath his large frame, plunging his fingers desperately, rubbing against your g-spot and keeping his blue eyes focused on your visage. Fuck, it really turns him on to see your face scrunch up and mouth hanging open as you’re unable to contain yourself, crying out for him.

You choke on a sob, toes curling against the crinkled sheets and bare breasts jiggling from the impact of Satoru’s fingers moving, encouraging your hips to move as you grind down onto them. You feel complete bliss, not able to feel flustered like usual from the wet squelching sounds of your throbbing pussy. Pleasure in the form of electricity just shoots through your body, trying so hard to contain yourself by tensing up. Satoru knows you’re pathetic when it comes to that. It’s adorable, really. He enjoys watching you try to hide how good it feels before you’re babbling out his name, screaming for him.

Just as you are now. From his fingers alone. You bite down on his shoulder, trembling hands holding onto him as you cry out for him, tears glued to your long pretty lashes. Your stomach is feeling so hot and tight, throbbing walls clenching around his relentless fingers. “Sweet girl, need to come?” Satoru chuckles softly, warm breath fanning against the side of your face. The free arm holding himself up aches a little but that is nothing compared to his strength. Though, he knows you’d probably love being smothered by his larger body; Satoru selfishly wants to witness it all. Witness you come undone by just his digits.

You whimper, deliberately squeezing around his fingers to coax out a grunt from him. It’s true. He can read you so well because you really do need to let go. Be broken in by the man. There’s an unspoken rule between you both and that is waiting on his permission. He loves how obedient you get for him in the bed. So fucking cute and sweet. He drags it out a little longer, not quite done with you. He grinds his fingers into you, now pressing his palm against your sopping pussy and makes contact with your overly-sensitive clit.

“Ah, fuck! Please!” You plead breathlessly, a hand coming down to weakly hold onto his wrist but neither of you refuse to stop him. Satoru peels himself off of you, creating more distance between your body and you could see his eyes cloud darkly with desire for something. “Come for me.” Satoru orders, free hand pressing against your stomach, the fingers deep in your core now rapidly moving up and down. You pant heavily, feeling your high swiftly approaching as you try to lean up on your elbows, thighs squirming. Everything feels so damn hot and sensitive, it’s a miracle you’re not snapping your legs shut on his hand as you usually can’t help it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuu—‘Toru!!” You cry out in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure now constantly crash down over your body, leaving you trembling hard, eyes rolling. Satoru is quick to slide his fingers out to watch the heavenly sight he’s been craving for; you squirting. Fuck, he thinks. He’s panting himself as your sweet juices spurt out in lots, gushing hard all over the bed and his work slacks. “Squirting all over me, filthy girl.” He groans, not daring to blink. ‘Do not dare miss a moment’, he thinks. Your hips snap upwards, chasing the addicting high as your wetness continues to spill out. Tears escape, sobbing out for the white-haired male, body feeling so hot and tingly.

Satoru coos at the adorable sight of you coming undone from his mouth and fingers. Large hands caressing along your sides, not daring to hold you down through your orgasm. He enjoys it far too much as you tremble and cry for him. “Good girl..” He praises, one hand coming to stroke your hair, peppering kisses against your bare shoulder. His office clothes are a mess now, your fluids soaked in patches against his black slacks. He didn’t care. He loves you too much. Satoru lays next to you, arm wrapping around your waist to pull you in and lips cautiously brushing away your pretty tears, mixing in with the taste of your sweetness that lingers on his tongue. You slur out a whine when you feel his tongue against your face, body still trembling gently as it naturally comes down from the high. You feel so sensitive. No one else has ever made you feel anything this good until Satoru.

Satoru…

You just always crave to be with Satoru. Body, soul, heart & mind. This is where you belong. You lean back into his loving embrace, smiling from the multiple kisses that he presses to the top of your head, trying to look up at him through droopy eyelids. You could feel his bulge pressing against your backside. “Well, I’m awake now.” You joke sheepishly, prompting the male to snort and roll his eyes. “Didn’t take much to wake you, just my face buried between your legs. Should have tried that from the start, knowing how needy you are for me.” Satoru teases sweetly, lips curled to form a cocky grin. You feel heat rise to your cheeks, rolling over to bury your face into his firm chest, slowly gliding your hand down towards his crotch. His large hand smothers yours, stopping your movement and you pout. He’s still firm on the ‘no cock’ rule this morning for refusing to wake up, much to his dismay. His length aches from no action. You press an apologetic kiss to his broad shoulder, voice quiet.

“Don’t you need to leave for work? You’re already late.”

“Nah, they can wait a little longer. I’m with my girl.”

You smile at that, always feeling spoiled by him. You giggle softly, ignoring how sticky your legs feel as you tangle them with. He gazes fondly at you, arm draped over your side. His sweet girl. All his. He presses his lips to your cheekbone. It’s moments like these, that you really adore. Silence can even be comforting with the white-haired male. Satoru is in love with you. The warmth in his eyes will never fade, even if he’s feeling particularly nasty to ruin you in bed. His crystal blue eyes refuse to leave you, fingers splaying across your naked back, nails dragging over the hot skin. He clears his throat, trying to bite back a smug expression.

“So, Y/N. Dick for dinner tonight?”

You burst out with laughter, nose scrunching slightly. “Come on.” You say, sitting up and taking hold of his hand, fingers interlocking. You could feel your dried up slick causing his hand to become sticky. “Washing hands and breakfast first. I want your famous pancakes.” You express with a loud kiss to his cheek. Satoru puffs out his chest proudly before helping you off the bed, unbothered by the still wet patches on his slacks. It’s a pleasant reminder, after all.

“Anything for my princess.”

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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months ago

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hi! i love your bed asks compilation. hope you don't mind me adding to it.

at what point would you give up on a new mattress? my previous was memory foam, very plush and soft. it's served its time (it's actually a hand me down) so it was time for a new one. my physical therapist recommended a firm mattress with a memory foam topper due to my hypermobility and chronic pain.

i still haven't adjusted to it. i'm a natural side sleeper/stomach sleeper and i end up kinda pretzeling over the place to make up for it. i've had the mattress for a month and the 3 inch topper for a little over two weeks. i still wake up in pain. my hips and lower back are especially complaining. i try the pillow between the knees thing but i always forget to do it.

anything you'd suggest? should i wait it out a bit more?

Sigh. So. A lot of medical professionals are not up to date on a variety of industries that they give recommendations about.

Confidently: firm beds are not better for you. If you need good support you can get it without being on a rock. And beds come with padding, you shouldn’t need to add a topper. A hybrid mattress is gonna offer what the PT is getting at without killing you.

If you still have an exchange on that bed, give it back and find something that’s just comfortable out the gate. A month is long enough, it won’t get better.

If you can’t exchange it you can walk or crawl on the bed to break the coils in a little more than just sleeping on it will do. I’m sorry you’re suffering.

#ask ffs #bed talk

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willalove75 · 11 months ago

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Alcina's New Maid Pt. 23 Lady Dimitrescu x Reader

Summary: You and Alcina spend a cozy morning in bed before going to pay the prisoner a visit.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI.

Tags: some smut, dash of sub!alci and a little soft!dom reader

Notes: Part 23!

I am SO sorry this has taken LITERALLY over a month for me to finish!! But I think I have a pretty valid excuse, for those of you who didn't see my latest update - I'm pregnant!! And it's a boy! The first trimester was ROUGH, I wasn't vomiting but I was so sick. I'm 17 weeks and am feeling much, much better! (Aside from hip/lower back pain, according to the old wives tales that's common when pregnant with boys lolz) anyway I'm hoping to update much more regularly now that I'm finally feeling better!

Click here for the rest of the series

The morning sunlight filters in through the window, gently waking you from your slumber. The feeling of a heavy arm draped across your stomach let you know that Alcina was still in bed with you. Turning over to face her, you come across a sight you don't see very often - if you've seen it at all. Alcina asleep on her stomach, one arm under her pillow under her head and the other keeping you close. Her usual pristine and perfect curls are sprawled out across the pillowcase with a few rogue strands hanging down into her face.

She looks so peaceful, if not for her size you would think she was human in this moment. Your eyes dance across her sleeping features. Her skin, riddled with scars and marks that she covers up with makeup, her over-plucked eyebrows that she also corrects with makeup are on full display. You notice how long and dark her natural eyelashes are as they rest on the tops of her cheeks. Her full pink lips, the laugh lines that rest at the corners of her mouth, everything about her is so beautiful.

You delicately tuck a strand of hair hanging in her face behind her ear, hoping you don't wake her up. But of course, Alcina is one of the lightest sleepers you've ever met - honestly you're surprised that turning in her arms didn't wake her.

Her eyes flutter open and beautiful gold irises look back at you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

"Don't be, I am surprised I fell back asleep."

"Did you get up at all last night?"

"No," she says, shaking her head and pulling you in closer. "I laid here all night with you in my arms. I considered getting some work done but I couldn't bring myself to let you go."

Alcina nuzzles into your hair, taking a deep inhale and exhaling with a content sigh.

It wasn't until her hand rested against your bare back did you realize you were still naked from the events of the night before. You tuck yourself under her chin, trying to get as close as possible. Alcina kisses the top of your head and holds you against her chest. An audible purr rumbles through her as she buries her nose into your hair.

You can feel her purrs vibrate through your body and you can't help but lightly chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" She asks, nuzzling into you more.

"Nothing, it just seems like both you and the dragon are enjoying yourselves this morning."

Alcina huffs into your hair and shakes her head.

"I suppose we are. It does seem to enjoy your company." She mumbles.

"I have a feeling I am going to enjoy her company as well. As long as she doesn't try to kill me again." You joke.

Alcina pulls away and narrows her eyes at you. You can see the hurt in her eyes, the regret she stills holds onto from that day.

"That is not something to joke about." She says with a deadly serious edge to her voice.

"I'm sorry. I only joked about it because I've been able to move past it. I don't want you to keep blaming yourself for what happened."

"I will because it was my fault."

Bringing your hand to cup her face, you brush your thumb across her skin.

"It was Miranda's fault, not yours. And I am going to remind you of that every day for the rest of my life if I have to, Alcina. I love you. I forgive you. I want you to forgive yourself."

Alcina closes her eyes with a sigh. She places her hand over yours and presses it into her skin. When her eyes open again they're glassy with unshed tears. Alcina opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to find the words to respond with.

Instead of waiting for her response you lean in and press your lips into hers. Her golden eyes flutter shut and she kisses you back. The kiss turns from one of understanding to one of passion. Your tongue grazes her bottom lip and she parts them, allowing you in. The hand she had against yours on her cheek moves behind you before she rolls onto her back, pulling you on top.

As the kiss intensifies you bite down on Alcina's bottom lip and tug at it. A moan escapes from her and you bring your lips back to hers to swallow it. Your hands travel down her neck, past her shoulders to the tops of her breasts. She arches into your touch and you take as much of her massive breasts into your hands as you can - the only thing separating you from her skin is the thin fabric of her nightgown. Another moan slips past her lips into yours when you begin to massage her breasts. Taking her nipples between your fingers, she whimpers into your mouth causing to you moan in response when you roll them.

Last night she worshipped you, now you get to return the favor.

Releasing her breasts from your grip you grab the thin straps of her nightgown and pull them down. Alcina slides her arms out and you pull the silk down to her waist. She groans when your hands find her breasts once more and you start kissing down her jaw towards her neck.

She threads her fingers through your hair as she guides your kisses further down her body. As eager as the both of you are, you still want to take your time to try and kiss every inch of skin you can so you fight against Alcina's pushing a little. She groans at your silent protest and you respond by nipping at her collarbone, causing her to take a sharp inhale. Of course the mark immediately disappears but you're pretty sure you got your point across when you feel her grip loosen.

You kiss across her other collarbone before slowly making your way down towards her sternum and between her breasts. Her nipples harden in your hands and your own patience begins to wear thin. In one swift motion you pull away from between her breasts and take one of her hardened peaks into your mouth. Alcina's groan quickly turns into a moan as you circle your tongue around it and suck. Just before it becomes too sensitive you release her nipple with a pop and latch onto the other one, repeating your ministrations.

Moans pass through Alcina's lips as you suck on her. She certainly wasn't expecting this to happen this morning but now that you've started, she might go crazy if you stopped.

The silk of her nightgown is soft under your touch as you run your hands down her stomach. As you reach her hips you gather the fabric and begin to bunch it up before releasing her other nipple from between your lips.

Alcina's legs fall open and her hand rests on the top of your shoulder. Looking up at her you take in the sight before you. A true goddess, with her head thrown back into the pillow, her usual perfect and pristine curls splayed across the pillowcase. Her eyes are closed and her lips parted in anticipation for you to reach your next destination. She gently pushes down on your shoulder, giving you a not-subtle hint to where she wants you to go next.

Sliding between her legs, you leave open mouthed kisses on the exposed skin of her stomach as you make your way down. You place one last kiss above the band of her underwear before getting settled. Taking in the sight in front of you you see the large wet patch in the middle of her lacy underwear. Reaching out, you run your fingers up and down the wet spot, causing Alcina's breath to hitch with a groan.

Her hips begin to gently roll against your touch. Placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh, you rest your hand on top of her mound and let your thumb circle her already swollen clit. She lets out the softest whine that causes you to smile into the skin of her thigh as you continue to pepper it with light kisses.

It surprises you how sensitive she is until you realize how long it's probably been since her last release. Jealousy begins to set in when you realize the last person to touch her was that maid. The last person to unravel Alcina was that maid. Right then and there you make the decision to make sure no one will ever be able make her feel as good as you can. It becomes your mission to make sure no one else's touch but your own will ever be able to unravel her again.

Abruptly, you pull your hand away and she lets out a groan of frustration. Before she can protest any further you grab each side of her underwear and practically yank them down her long legs, throwing them aside.

You kiss your way back up the inside of her thighs before settling between her legs once more. Looking up at Alcina you see that her eyes are squeezed shut but you want her to see you pleasure her. You want her to see that it's you driving her into bliss.

"Alcina," you say as you plant kisses into her soft, muscular thighs. "look at me."

Alcina hears your request but can't bring herself to open her eyes. Last time she did it crushed her that it wasn't you between her legs. She's terrified that if she looks it won't be you there. So she shakes her head "no".

Nipping the inside of her thigh, she whimpers.

"Look at me." Again, she shakes her head no. "Alcina, my love, look at me."

The smell of her arousal is intoxicating, it's so tempting for you to say "fuck it" and feast on her as she's spread out before you, but you stay strong.

"My love," you say as you kiss the inside of her thigh again. "look at me, please."

Alcina rolls her hips towards your mouth but you do your best to push them back down, and much to your surprise you're able to - she doesn't put up much of a fight.

"I want you to look at me Alcina. Look at me."

The throbbing between her legs begins to surpass the fear she has. After taking a shaky inhale, she opens her eyes and looks down at you as she props herself up on her elbows. The air in her lungs stalls when she sees that it's you between her legs. Relief washes over her and she melts into the mattress as her body relaxes.

A smile pulls at the corner of your lips as your eyes meet her golden ones. You see the look of relief, of passion burning in them. There's almost a look of desperation, a silent plea for you to continue.

"Good job." You say. A wave of arousal courses through Alcina, she definitely wasn't expecting you to praise her and she definitely wasn't expecting the praise to turn her on even more. "Now keep your eyes on me. Can you do that?"

Alcina silently nods her head "yes" and you lower your mouth down to her. You lick a broad strip up her dripping slit, just barely brushing over her clit. Her moans fill your ears as you moan from her taste on your tongue.

Looking back up at her, you notice her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back. You nip at the inside of her thigh to get her attention and her head snaps back towards you.

"Eyes on me." You say.

Alcina goes to protest but before she can utter a word you dive back in and the words die on her tongue. Anything she was about to say was replaced by a string of soft curses and moans. Your eyes flick up to make sure she's still looking at you and you see her golden irises staring back. You smile into her and swipe your tongue over her clit before capturing it between your lips.

A large hand grips the back of your head and Alcina cries out as you lick and suck on her throbbing clit. Every time you check to make sure she's still looking at you, you see her eyes trained on you.

Doubling down on your efforts you flick your tongue over her clit faster as it throbs between your lips. Alcina's legs begin to shake and just as they start to tighten around your head, just before she's about to fall into bliss, you pull away.

Her fingers holding onto the hair on the back of your head tighten almost painfully as she cries out at the loss. Looking back up at her, her eyes are glowing with frustration and she growls at you.

"Shh," you say, kissing the inside of her thigh. "let me take care of you. Trust me my love." The grip on the back of your head loosens and her eyes soften. "Good, keep looking at me."

She nods her head and you lick up her slit once more before bringing three of your fingers to her entrance. After you coat them in her arousal, you part her lips and slowly push in. Alcina moans above you as you push your fingers in and pull them out before pushing them back in once more. You repeat this motion a few times before thrusting down to your knuckles. She lets out a moan when you start fall into a rhythm and curl your fingers into her velvety walls. Three fingers may feel good for her but you know it's not enough so after a few more thrusts and curls you add a fourth finger.

Alcina moans grow louder and you feel her clench down around you as you continue to thrust and curl your fingers. With her eyes still focused on you, she begins to rock her hips to the pace you've set.

"Oh, draga." She moans.

"Am I making you feel good my love?"

"Yes." She says with an exhale.

"Can you take more of me? Do you want me to fill you baby?" You ask as you thrust hard into her and curl your fingers.

"Yes!" She cries. "Please my love, give me more!"

Folding your thumb across your palm, you slide your whole hand into her and you feel her walls stretch around you. Alcina lets out a filthy moan yet her eyes never leave you.

"Good job, I know how much you love feeling me fill you. I know you missed this, didn't you?" You ask as you pick up the pace.

"Yes! I missed you inside of me, I missed you so much draga mea!"

Your thrusts become faster and harder as you feel her walls flutter around you. The tips of your fingers feel that spongy spot deep inside and you push further into it before your fingers curl. Alcina lets out a scream as you start to pound against that spot.

"Oh fuck, draga! Right there!" She cries as her hips rock harder against your hand.

"Right here?" You ask as you curl against that spot again and she cries out as she stares down at you. She couldn't pull her eyes away from you even if she wanted to in this moment. "No one knows you like I do, isn't that right? No one else knows exactly what spot to hit to make you see stars, do they?" You ask as you continue to fuck her.

Unable to form words, Alcina shakes her head "no" as more moans leave her lips.

"That little maid could never fuck you the way I do, could she?" Alcina's mouth hangs open and she shakes her head "no" again. "Answer me." You say before swiping your tongue over her clit.

Alcina's hips buck into you and she cries out.

"No! She could never fuck me the way you do! No one could ever fuck me the way you do!"

"Good girl." You say before latching onto her clit and sucking on it.

Alcina's moans and cries grow louder and you feel her walls beginning to clench around your hand. She's getting close but you want to drag it out as long as you possibly can.

"Not yet." You say before flicking your tongue over her clit again.

She lets out a frustrated groan and throws her head back.

"Uh-uh, look at me." She rolls her head forward and her half-lidded eyes lock onto yours. You can see in her eyes how close she is. "Not yet baby, not yet."

Alcina whimpers as she tries to hold off her orgasm. You push her further and further, her legs begin to shake around your head as she does her best to stop from falling over the edge.

"Almost, not yet." You mumble into her.

"Please." She whimpers. "Please my love."

Your eyes snap up to hers and you see the desperation in her eyes, a complete submission you've never seen before. The look in her eyes spurs you on as you thrust faster and suck harder on her clit.

"Draga, I - I can't -"

"Cum for me baby."

Alcina's body trembles and you can see the explosion behind her eyes before they roll into the back of her head as she lets out a scream. She clenches tightly around your hand as you continue to fuck her through her orgasm. Her clit throbs wildly in your mouth and you flatten your tongue against it as she bucks against you, letting her use your mouth as she rides it out.

Her cries soften and her walls start to relax. You swipe over her clit once more with your tongue - causing her to whine - before pulling your soaked hand from her. Alcina's chest rapidly rises and falls as she continues to come down from her high, trying to catch her breath. Aftershocks cause her hips and legs to twitch around you.

Crawling up next to her, Alcina opens her eyes and looks deeply into yours. Before you can say anything she pulls you into her and kisses you with an explosive passion.

When your lips part she buries her face into the side of your neck as the last of the aftershocks course through her. You run your fingers through her hair and kiss her head as she holds you tight.

Alcina has never relented control like that before with you. Even when you were pleasuring her in the past she was always in control. You wonder if she's ever let someone else take control before. Maybe before she got the cadou, but you're almost certain that she's never let someone else have control after.

She pulls away and looks into your eyes. You notice how watery they are and you cup her cheek and smile at her.

"Thank you." She says softly, holding back her tears.

"Of course. I love you."

"I love you, draga mea."

When your lips meet you feel a warmth flood your body. There's no hunger or desperation in the kiss, just pure love. She kisses you slowly for some time before your lips finally part. Alcina rests her forehead against yours and holds you tight.

"I love you so much. I am never letting you go ever again." She whispers.

"Good. Because I never want to let you go." You say back.

The two of you bask in the afterglow for a while longer, just holding each other in your arms while exchanging soft, slow kisses. It's moments like these with her that are your absolute favorite. Moments where the rest of the world disappears and it's just the two of you cuddled under the duvet. Your fingers trace her larger ones, in awe of how much bigger her hands are than yours. How soft her skin is, how strong they are. For the first time you really get a good look at the tips of her fingers and her fingernails. It fascinates you that her near perfect manicure can become such dangerous, beautiful claws in an instant.

"Does it hurt?" You ask.

"No. It was rather uncomfortable at first but I grew used to it over time."

"Was it hard to control?"

"I wouldn't say it was hard, but it did take some getting used to in the beginning. There were plenty of instances where a poor maid was in the wrong place at the wrong time and she was accidentally sliced to ribbons."

"What happened?"

"They were more difficult to control when I was in fits of anger - which happened often back then. They seemed to have a mind of their own."

"Like a defense mechanism?"

"In a way, yes. So if I wasn't careful about my movements or how close I was to someone when I was angry, well, lets just say it didn't often end well."

"How long did it take you to control them?"

"Not very long, a few years perhaps. Although still to this day I can feel them itching to come out when I'm upset or angry, but I have much better control now than I did then."

"Do you file them?"

"Every so often, yes. But the wear and tear of my everyday work naturally wears them down so they're not as sharp."

"Is this the shortest they go without you having to trim them?"

"You are so full of questions this morning." She says with a smile as a light blush dusts your cheeks. Alcina kisses the side of your head before answering. "This is their natural length, but when necessary I can retract them further. It can be uncomfortable but it's worth it so I don't injure my partner during certain... activities." She says with a smirk.

You thread your fingers through hers and cuddle into Alcina with a giggle. Alcina nuzzles into you and kisses you on the head before letting out a sigh.

"Nooo." You whine, knowing what her sigh meant.

"I know draga, but we've been in bed all morning. I have a long list of things that need to be done today, including speaking with our prisoner."

Grumbling into her shoulder, Alcina lets out a laugh before pulling you close and kissing you one more time before throwing the covers off of the two of you.

You try with all of your might to hold Alcina down but she quickly overpowers you and flips you onto your back. She clicks her tongue at you as she leans down.

"Valiant effort my darling, but unfortunately you do not have the strength to overpower me just yet." Your bottom lip pushes out into a pout and she clicks her tongue at you again. "Oh, what's the matter my love? There is no pouting after such a wonderful morning." She says before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

Alcina sits up and gets out of bed, not before tapping you on the thigh, prompting you to get out of bed as well.

"Come now draga, we have many things to do today."

The two of you get dressed and make your way down to the dining room for breakfast. During your meal Alcina goes over what she has to do today with the girls and discusses what she wants to happen with the prisoner.

"After breakfast we will pay him a little visit. Draga, if you would like to join us you are more than welcome to, but you are under no obligation."

"I would like to come, but I can stay out of sight. I just want to see if he tells you everything."

"What do you mean by that?" Cassandra asks.

"Y/n here went and visited our prisoner yesterday."

"You went into the dungeon alone?!" Bela asks.

"And you didn't die??" Cassandra asks.

"Why would you do that?!" Daniela yells.

"Girls, that's enough. We already spoke about it last night. There is no need for you to interrogate her about it, but I appreciate your concern for her wellbeing." Alcina says before turning back towards you. "Draga you are more than welcome to stay within earshot if you would like and if you want to make an appearance you may do so."

"I just don't want to see him get hurt."

"We will make sure you are escorted out of the dungeon before any of that takes place."

"Thank you." You say with a smile.

"Of course, my love."

The rest of the meal flies by and as the time to go down to the dungeon gets closer, you slowly begin to lose your appetite.

The girls finish their meals and Alcina swirls the rest of her wine in her glass before downing it in one gulp.

"Alright girls, I believe it's time to go visit the prisoner."

"I can't wait to take a bite out of him." Cassandra says with hungry eyes.

"And you say I'm always hungry." Daniela mumbles.

"Because you are! You insatiable beast!" Cassandra snaps back.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Girls. Enough. I need you to either take this seriously or you will not participate. Do you understand?" Alcina says with a stern look.

"Yes mother." They reply in unison.

"Ready, draga?" Alcina asks, reaching her hand out towards you.

You nod your head and take her hand in yours.

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Then let us go."

Alcina leads you from the dining room towards the dungeon door. The closer you get the harder you feel your heart pounding in your chest. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela swarm down the stairs in a fit of excited giggles and Alcina stops at the top of the steps before kneeling down to your height.

"Are you sure you want to come, my love? I don't want you to feel pressured to be there."

"I know, but I want to. I have to. I just need to know-" you take a deep breath and Alcina nods at you, not needing you to finish your response. She knows why you feel like you need to come, that you need to see for yourself if he was as innocent as you thought he was - as you wanted him to be.

Alcina looks deeply into your eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. Immediately, your body relaxes into her touch and you smile into her. When your lips part Alcina stands back up and takes your hand in hers. She guides you through the dungeon door and you know there's no turning back now. You can only hope he tells them the truth - the whole truth. Not only does his fate hang in the balance, but so does the remainder of hope you've been clinging to.

"Well, here goes nothing." You say to yourself as you take the final steps towards the cell.

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dilfsfordinner · 2 years ago

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a/n- this was deep in the catacombs of my drafts but Nanami deserves to see the light of day, and y/n’s a very heavy sleeper in this one..

warnings- somnophilia, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, slight pain intolerance?

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It was 9:00 pm. 9:00 at night, precisely four hours past his shift. All because of his boss, who was too incompetent, apparently, to close down the office alone. A task Nanami found himself doing instead. And now you, his beautiful, kind, patient wife was home alone, after he said he would be home early today. He promised you.

Exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as soon as he crossed the threshold of your shared apartment, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as the comforting smell of you filled his senses. The entryway and livingroom were shrouded in darkness, silence radiating throughout the space.

Quietly padding to the bedroom, Nanami found you lying peacefully on the bed, head nuzzled into the pillow, chest rising and falling softly with the rhythm of sleep. You looked so perfect, your body engulfed by one of his long sleeve shirts, and.. nothing else. It was long enough that when standing it fell just above your knees, but laying down- his breath caught as his gaze raked over your legs and up, up, up to your thighs and very plump back half. Lying on your side gave your waist an impossible curve that was accentuated by the panels of moonlight highlighting your figure.

Fuck. His pants started to tighten uncomfortably, heart beating fast at the thoughts racing through his head. Nanami approached your figure, kicking off his shoes in the process. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he pulled his shirt off, belt next, and soon he was in only his boxers, cock straining against the plaid material.

Warm hands grasped your ankles, slowly pulling your slumbering form down the bed and onto your back. His shirt rode up in the process, exposing the topmost part of your thighs, so close to what he wanted the most. Nanami let himself feel you, fingers running up your soft skin, caressing every ridge and crease you offered him. Delicately, he pulled his shirt up over your hips, your lower half now completely visible to him.

He was right, you were wearing only his shirt. Groaning at the sight of your bare cunt, Nanami grabbed your thighs and gently spread your legs, propping your knees up to tilt your pelvis towards him. Gathering some spit in his mouth, he lifted his fingers to suck on, bringing them back down to your cunt. Nanami rubbed his saliva on your entrance, ensuring you were coated to prevent hurting you.

Usually, he would make you come at least once before fucking you, just because of his sheer size, but he couldn’t possibly wait anymore. Impatience flooding his mind, Nanami pulled his boxers down as fast as possible, his cock slapping against his stomach fully erect.

Nanami was big. Very big, and not just long but thick too. His tip was a pretty pink, but right now an angry red, beads of precum forming at the slit, the veins running up his shaft throbbing for release. Grabbing hold of his cock, he lined himself up with you, rubbing his tip up and down your folds, coating you in his slick. Your hips jerked at this, which he found amusing, even in your sleep you managed to respond to him.

“Always so sensitive,” he whispered, and when he finally started to push into you, he swore he was about to come then and there. Eyelids flitting closed and mouth parting in pleasure, Nanami hissed as you clenched around him. “So fucking tight for me,” he choked out, only halfway into your cunt.

His cock dragged inside of you, your walls struggling to take him without any foreplay. Sliding all the way to the hilt, Nanami was trying not to lose his composure. Chest rising with quick pants, he waited for you to get used to him, not wanting to completely tear up your insides for you to wake up to.

Looking up at your face, twisted in discomfort and confusion, he felt his heart drop. He didn’t want to hurt you, and right now all he was doing was taking pleasure for himself. Sliding his hand towards your clit, he started leaving circular patterns, slowly massaging your bundle of nerves. He could feel the immediate relaxation take over your body as your cunt started to leak around him, the lines on your face turning into ones of pleasure.

Taking that as a sign, Nanami started to set a slow pace, his hips dragging against your pelvis, tip so deep it nudged at your womb. In and out he went, keeping a steady tempo and watching as your body reacted to him. He felt goosebumps skitter along his skin at the feeling of your cunt starting to pulse, the unmistakable sign of an impending orgasm.

Your pussy was already soaked, wet squelching coming from the meeting of your two bodies, a sound that spurred him on even more. He never thought he’d be in this situation, apprehensive when you suggested it to him, but now all he wanted was to pump you full.

A strange sensation took over your body, waves of pleasure racking through you, creating one of the wettest dreams you’ve ever had of your husband. Little whimpers left your mouth, Nanami noticing how your body craved his touch. “Dreaming of me aren’t you,” Nanami murmured, his hips rocking against you, shoving your unconscious form closer to release.

He was so close to climax, the feeling urging him to make you come with him. Sliding his hand between your bodies, Nanami lightly pinched your bundle of nerves, your body jolting from the sudden pleasure, a gush of liquid leaking around his cock. Your walls squeezing around him forced a string of moans from his lips, his throat hoarse from the repeated breaths he’d try to keep in.

“Oh f-fuck,” Nanami gasped, your cunt throbbing around him as he continued to nudge against your sensitive spot. This wasn’t normal, he was never usually this worked up, but something about stealing pleasure from you while you were unaware turned his mind into mush, all rational thoughts flying out the window as he rushed to finish.

Your nipples pebbled under the smooth cotton of his shirt, heartbeat erratic, chest heaving from your orgasm, and yet your eyes were still closed, your form still under the same spell of sleep as when he got home, the only difference now being the pool of liquid gathering in between your legs. Cock plunging into your taut walls, Nanami felt fire lick up the base of his spine, your cunt warm and inviting as it squeezed him, hole open and sucking at the base of his shaft. His hips connected with yours, sloppy thrusts turning targeted as he drove into your cunt with strong resolve.

Heavy breaths left his mouth, and as he watched your eyelids flutter, a sign of your approaching consciousness, the band inside of him snapped. Eyes squeezing shut and mouth parting slightly, Nanami unloaded himself into you, your walls sucking every last drop of his warmth into the deepest parts of your body, his hips jerking from the oversensitivity of his cock being milked dry. His muscles tightened and relaxed with every wave of pleasure, body slowly lowering itself onto your awaiting form, your legs now fully open for him, cradling his lower half as his orgasm took its toll.

Letting himself rest for a few moments, face pressed into the crook of your neck, Nanami waited until your heartbeats slowed to a normal pace, chests returning to a soft inhale, a stark contrast to the heavy pants prior. Slowly lifting himself off of you, he found that you were still asleep, now with a satisfied sleepy smile, and globs of cum leaking from you, that of which he felt start to drip onto his own thighs.

Hurriedly grabbing a warm washcloth from the bathroom, Nanami returned to your slumbering form, hands gently parting your lax thighs as he started to wipe up his mess. The fabric of the cloth was apparently too rough, the sensation it left on your used cunt unexpected and unappreciated. A tiny cry left your mouth and his eyes shot up to see if you had awoken. Your face was twisted in discomfort, a frown pulling at your lips, but you still slept, the pleasant dream you had turning sour.

“M’sorry,” he ushered, his hand much more gentle as he continued to clean up the messy streaks dripping from you, his voice cooing reassurances and whispered ‘I love you’s as he finished up. Leaving a kiss to your thigh, nimble fingers held up your hips as he slid his shirt back into place under your bottom, fabric falling back over your front as well.

Pulling up his boxers, Nanami gently moved to get into bed, his arms pulling your body up towards him as if you weighed nothing, your back now flush against his chest. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting.. I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he mumbled into your hair, voice quiet as he imagined the sight of you curling up in bed alone. Strong arms squeezed you tighter, legs twisting to fit your own as he started to feel the grasps of sleep, tender words slipping from his mouth before they could pull him under. “I promise.”

You smiled lightly at his words, your brain still muddled with sleep and eyes still closed. Although he was unaware you’d only just woken up to his promise, comfort flowed through you as his body clutched your own. It wasn’t just comfort you felt though, a strange feeling of soreness radiated from the apex of your thighs as well, a soreness you knew all too well, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe, it wasn’t just a dream.

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 12

Prompt: Somno Pairing: Boyfriend!Han x fem!reader WC: 1.3k Summary: He hates that he’s always working late. Luckily you have a unique arrangement.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Han or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

Additional TW/CW Below the cut

CW/TW: reader called baby, blindfold, natural sleep aids taken, dry humping, fingering (fem receiving), no gendered language but reader has a vagina, very sleepy sex, cockwarming, cumming inside.

DUBCON specifics: Reader is asleep but previously discussed/established boundaries. Even so, because consent is continuous it’s hard not to argue that it’s…dubious still. But as it is the prompt…yeah.

Scattered lights dimly light the apartment to great Han as the door creaks open. You’ve been asleep for hours, he hopes. His eyes burn, the sockets lined with sandpaper. Each blink is painful. Clothing scatters in his wake like a graham cracker trail to the bedroom door, leaving him in just his socks and underwear. You’re not a heavy sleeper. Worse, you’re not really a sleeper at all. Even worse is you’re even less likely to sleep when your Han isn’t there to hold you as you drift off. So when he finds you flat out on your back, eyemask lowered, lips slightly parted. The sound you make isn’t exactly a snore or a wheeze. It’s slow, heavy, audible breathing, chest rising and falling with it. Han’s heart swells in his chest, you’re peaceful, so perfect. The world is still, the world is his. You are his world. He practically holds his breath as he crawls onto the bed beside you even though he knows. He knows you likely won’t wake up from the text he’d gotten nearly three hours prior. A quick note; “Love you! Hope work goes well. I’ll be out out so don’t worry about waking me up” Sent with a wink. It’s a code. “Don’t worry about waking me up” was the agreed upon phrase that he could do whatever he wanted to you when he got back. That you wanted him to do whatever he wanted. “I’ll be out out” was new. In your search to find a natural remedy to your sleep issues you’d stumbled upon a perfect combination of valerian root, magnesium, lavender, cbd and melatonin. A five finger punch straight to the frontal lobe that sent you into a near coma for six hours. Han looms over you, gaze trailing down from the curve of your cheek to your chest to your legs. Holding his breath for fear the breeze will wake you he lightly swipes his thumb across your lower lip. It’s soft, your breath teases the top of his hand. He lightly tugs it lower, a small test that you pass with flying colors. Your mouth looks so soft and your body is so pliant. Blood rushes to his dick so quickly he gets lightheaded. Backing off from your slumbering form to collect himself, he slides into the covers beside you, curling a leg around yours. The cotton and spandex of his underwear is rough against his length as he ruts against your thigh. He tries his best to control his actions, all of the sleep aids counldn’t keep you that way forever. Even so he couldn’t help his hand drifting up your soft stomach to your nipple, absentmindedly playing with the hardened nub. A moan made of mostly air escapes your mouth, your chest arching into his hands. “You like that, baby?” He mutters as his tongue darts out to flick the nipple closest. “Having a good dream?” His cock throbs at the thought, hips pressing harder into your side. He can barely see your expression with the eyemask on, a minor inconvenience for a deeper slumber. Still your head cranes back into the pillow as he returns to your chest. Han was always worried somehow you were faking it. Here in total slumber, you couldn’t. He loved it. Knowing each soft moan and writhe was earnest.

Your moans slowly turned to whines as he took his time with your tits. Needier and needier your legs shift and angle your hips towards him more. Mouth held tight to your nipple he slips two fingers into you easily. If your sex could be weather it would be classified as torrential. Slick seeping from you as you rock with him. “Hannie,” your voice is a whisper of a whine in his ear. “It’s me baby, go back to sleep,” his chest rumbles against you, quiet and low. Seemingly you take that as gospel and ease back into your dreamy state. Slowly Han pushes your hips back flat to the mattress, licking his fingers clean of your mess. He knows what he wants to do next is a gamble. Your walls are just so much smaller than his girth. And on top of that you’d just woken up. Still, his cock throbs painfully, leaking precum on your thigh. Thumb swiping at the tip in a useless effort to clean it Han considers your mouth. Soft and wet as your cunt. Nearly as inviting. Perfectly parted. Still the bitter tang of precum unexpectedly hitting your tongue would surely have you wide awake. If not the taste then certainly the saliva as it pooled in your mouth. “Hannnnnieeee,” you whimper again, your hand sliding down to your wetness. Sleepy and desperate. Your mouth curls into a pout, hand giving up its journey. A soft disappointed huff blows air from your nostrils. Nudging the blunt head of his cock at your entrance, he strokes your cheek, gently stirring you. Not enough to fully wake you. “Baby, I’m here. This will be so quick I promise.” He holds your chin in his palm as he fills you in one strong thrust. His painstaking ministrations paying off.

“JI-” your gasp choking back as you arch up to meet him. Your sex aches, but not from the sudden intrusion. “Fuck- Han-oh!” You reach down to touch yourself, the moment your fingers graze your entrance stretched around him you cum. Hours of dreamy edging releasing over his length, leaving you just as dazed as when you first stirred. A wave of endorphins flooding your brain, your tired head collapsing back into the downy pillow. “Shh, babe, you can go back to sleep,” Han says as he smooths his hand over your shoulder, holding still with his hips. He can feel your pulse flutter through your walls as you slacken again below him. Ever so gently he pours his weight over you like a blanket, holding some of his weight in his arms. Careful to not jostle you more than he has to he begins to slowly and shallowly thrust against you. More of a grind than a thrust, your bodies barely separating. Rolling his hips as your walls tug at his cock, he’s in heaven. Eyes glazing over he lets his body relax more, more weight coming down on you. He can feel himself fading, angling his torso more to the side of you as to not crush your lungs. His vision darkens and he can feel himself unwillingly slip in to a drowsy darkness as your walls pulse around him. Days of sleeplessness melt away as his body relaxes into you.

Han’s body is nearly shutting down, like a flashlight with nearly empty batteries he flickers in and out of consciousness. He needs to cum now or he’ll shut off without sweet release. Quickly he realizes once he cums, he’ll be too tired to drag himself off of you. So he rolls, bringing your thigh over his hip to keep you open to him. Hand cupping your ass he grunts. Two deep thrusts is all it takes for him to spill inside of you. His shoulder falling forward as he dozes off, warm and relaxed. A warm drip between your thighs jostles you from sleep. Birds are chirping. Your walls clamp immediately to prevent the leaking from getting worse. Groaning you try to roll to the other side, Han’s warm breath tickling your chest. Untangling from him you feel it, him popping free from you, asleep and still semi erect in your heat. “Hannie I’m still messy,” you whine. “You never clean your toys.” You really should get up and clean off or at least slip some underwear on. Instead you roll to your other side, ass to him and wiggle back expectantly. “We clean when done-” he murmurs half asleep.

Soooft sleepy boy. I love my soft cuddle boy Han.

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Patience #2.5

(Jiraiya Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to hageeeeeee]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 6,357

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Part 2 from Jiraiya's POV

Oral/Fingering/Masturbation

Hair Pulling

Nick Names: Little One, Sweetheart, Sweet Girl/Thing, Sensei, Obedient Girl, Pillow Princess, Tease

Praising/Soft Domination

Power Difference/Age Gap (Teacher/Student)

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Hickies/Bite Marks

Thigh Shots/Creampie

Vibrating Panties

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My hands trail over my student's back as she sleeps, napping like I told her to. I fully intended to nap too, but the Sweet Girl keeps squirming in her sleep, clenching and rubbing against my dick buried in her.

Even if she was a still sleeper, I wouldn't be able to sleep. Tsunade is never going to let me hear the end of it when we get home. That, and I'll owe Naruto three thousand yen. My old student was convinced I was going to 'go full pervy sage mood' with my new student. And he was right.

When the Sweet Thing shifts again my eyes flicker down to her. She's adorable, curled up on top of me as she clings to my chest. "Jiraiya-Sensei?" She calls, sleep still evident in her voice. My Sweetheart sits up, her fingers sliding against a valley of my scar, sending new mellow shocks of pain through my chest.

"Hello, Little One," I answer back, watching her shift upward. The Sweet Thing clenches around me as she moves, jump-starting my hips. "How'd you sleep?" I ask, circling my hips slowly. I know she's fine to take me, courtesy of me being buried in her for the past few hours and the juices that have been dribbling out of her on occasion. Just because she's physically ready doesn't mean she is mentally. Not everyone wants to be fucked awake.

"I..." she starts, mouth hanging a bit as she looks down at me. My Little One is back to her wide eyes, 'please fuck me' look that was driving me crazy earlier today. "I slept..." a whimper tumbles from her lips, more desperation for me swirling on her face. "Good. How'd... you sleep?"

"I slept good, Sweetheart," I lie through my teeth. I don't want her to know she kept me awake. My heart swells a bit at the question, a small reminder of how sweet my kunoichi is.

My hands fall to her thighs, fingers wrapping around her flesh to tug her off of me, mindset to settling her on my chest again. I like the way it burned, having her cunt drip into my scar. Plus, I want to taste her again, to bury my head between her thighs, to hear her call for me in need. "What are you doing?" My Little One almost cries, her desperation for me no longer only present on her face. "Sensei, you said - "

"I know, my Sweet Girl," I coo, trying to calm her down. At this rate, my youthful student is going to have me feeling my age. I have the sex drive of a dog, but I'm starting to think my kunoichi has the sex drive of a rabbit. "I'll fuck you, I promise. I just need to prep you again," I half lie. She doesn't need it, proven by her pulsing around me on repeat, but it wouldn't hurt to warm her up a bit.

I flip us over, resting my Sweet Thing on her back as I hover over her. She looks cuter balled up under me, being engulfed by my form. I start us off slow, littering kisses down her stomach, enjoying the taste of her skin against my lips. By the time I get to her legs, the Pillow Princess is antsy, squirming around as I shift myself lower, continuing to press kisses into her as I line myself up to her pussy.

My eyes settle on her wetness, enjoying the sight of her arousal and the way she gaps for me. The thought of filling her up and enjoying the sight of her pussy spilling over flutters through my mind, giving me the mental note to talk to her about my infertility and her comfort level of me cumming in her. That's a discussion for another time though.

I stay locked on the beautiful sigh as I slither my tongue out, focusing on her clit right away. I flick it once before running down her folds, lapping up the mess that built during her nap.

"Sensei," my Princess calls as her fingers bury into my hair. My dick twitches at the small movement, quickly reminding me how much I like my hair pulled.

"Sweetheart," I call back, making sure the vibrations rub against her clit. Her hips jerk, forcing my face further into her pussy.

From there, my Little One takes her eat-out into her own hands, keeping my head still as she grinds against my face. I laugh a bit at the sight, enjoying every second of her desperation to get off. I decide to help the horny youngster out, shifting my hold to her legs to lift her, offering a better angle for her to ride my face.

I continue licking at her, doing my best to keep pace with her unrhythmic hips. "Sensei?! Jiraiya?!" She whines, her breath picking up as her orgasm approaches. My student looks adorable like this, eagerly riding my face, head thrown back with her titties pushed out as she yearns for me.

"Little One?" I respond, shifting my focus to her hole, hoping it'll help her neediness. I focus on running my tongue along her insides, mentally tallying what spots get the best noises out of her. I occasionally bump her clit with my nose too, encouraging her cum to spill out so I can taste it again.

I slide my tongue over a new spot, getting rewarded with a few things. My name called, my head pressed down again, and her cunt clenching as she comes undone. There it is, my Sweet Girl's g-spot. "Sensei? Sensei? Sensei?!" My student moans out the melody of my hard work.

"Sweetheart, Sweetheart, Sweetheart," I tease, mimicking her sweet sounds before lapping up the fresh cum coating her pussy.

"Sensei?" Princess whines, fingers so tight around my hair that I'm a tad bit worried she'll hurt herself. "Please?" She continues to whine, tugging on me.

The pull of my hair makes me twitch again as I give in to her wants, crawling up her body. I laugh again when her face falls into view. She's adorable because of how eager she is. It reminds me of someone seeing the ocean for the first time.

I hover over my Little One, watching as her mess falls from my face, coating her dusty pink cheeks in her arousal. The sight is almost enough to make me cum now. My hands cup her knees, spreading her open even more so I can fit against her. "Hello again, Little One," I murmur, soaking in her softness.

Her little innocent act gets me way too hard, way too quickly. The Sweet Girl's desperation is rubbing off of me, making my balls feel heavy as I rest against her. I bend down, bumping her nose so more of her cum covers her cheeks before I kiss her.

I want her to taste herself, to know how good she tastes, how addictive she is. It's solely a selfish act, sliding my tongue past her lips, sucking on hers so her taste is forced against her tastebuds, but I don't care. I deserve a selfish act now and again.

My fingers dig into her knees, bending them up to her head so my Sweetheart's pussy is on display for me. "You're doing so good," I tell her as I sink into her cunt.

My Little One feels so good, wrapped around my deprived dick. My focus is set, trying my best not to pound the life out of her. There's plenty of time to ruin her ability to walk, but for now, I need to be gentle, to be sweet, so my Princess can enjoy our first time together.

Despite it being a bad decision, I decide to shift my gaze down, watching her pussy cling to my cock. My nerves shift to my fingers, clinging to the back of her thighs to stretch her out more, hoping it'll calm my want to let loose.

"Sensei, it hurts," My Obedient Girl whines, laying out another boundary.

"I'm sorry, Sweet Girl," I apologize, adding the thought of flexibility training to my mental note list. I like her pressed like this, I like getting to see her face and her pussy stretching at the same time, but my Princess needs to be comfortable.

I drop her legs down, scooping up her waist before switching our positions again. I settle my Little One on top of me again, resting her back into our nap-time position. "Be a good student and bounce on your Sensei's dick," I encourage, causing my Sweet Girl to clench around me again.

The encouragement gets me what I want, my student eagerly riding my cock like the sex-driven rabbit she is. Her hands settle into my scar again, clinging to some of the valleys as she bounces. "My perfect Obedient Girl. You feel so good wrapped around me," I praise, holding her hands as I enjoy the small rest.

Just as I figured, the rest doesn't last long, dissatisfaction coating my Sweet Thing's face as her speed picks up. A whimper spills from her, my name quickly following the noise. "Please?" She whines head tilted as she looks down at me.

"Please what? Is my pillow princess upset I put her on top?" Another chuckle roars through my chest, my Little One already playing me like a fiddle.

I pick up her hands, quickly pressing eight kisses against them, coating each one of her knuckles. I lift her off of me again, my tip red and angry from the lost satisfaction. "I suppose I can't complain if I keep complying," I confess, settling my Sweetheart on all fours before I shift behind her.

She looks hot in this position, her cute butt arched up to show off her soaked pussy. I thrust back into her, setting the pace faster than her bounce. Her hips jerk backward, verifying her whine to get off was from the lack of speed she could muster. My hands drop down, pressing into her sides so I can maneuver her alongside my thrusts.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," I order, trying to keep my desperation out of my voice. I want to see her, watch her face shifting from the pleasure I'm giving her, see her big doe eyes staring up at me with need.

My Obedient Girl does as she's told, arching her back as her head tilts back. The arch lets me sink into her further, quickly shoving me closer to the finish line. My sight skates over her body before settling on her eyes. When our eyes lock, I'm a goner. "Fuck, Little One," I mutter, reluctantly pulling myself out of her.

I hunch over, still clinging to her as my cum paints her thighs. A moan tumble from my lips as my dick twitches against her legs, continuing to lay claim to my student. "Good job, Sweetheart. You did a really good job. Your sensei is proud of you," I praise, sliding my hands down to rub her stomach as I catch my breath.

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I can feel the desperation seeping out of my student. She's a hot mess today, the lack of attention finally boiling over. "Jiraiya," she whimpers, her nails digging into my arm as she begs for my attention. I rub my thumb over her knee, trying to ignore my growing hard-on as I focus on the information Riku is filling me in on.

We're in the Mist Village for a reason. We are here to collect information on the new strand of Paeon flowers being grown. We are here to bring information back to Tsunade for her medical research. We are -

"Sensei?" My Little One almost cries, her voice strained as she wraps her fingers around mine, desperately trying to tug my hand up to her waistband. Her tone makes my dick pulse, quickly breaking what little concentration I have left.

Why did I have to be right about her having the sex drive of a rabbit? Why haven't I tried harder to teach her some patience? Why have I given in to her every whim?

Because she's young, so her hormones reflect that. Because I like how desperate and needy she is, how willing she is to fuck me wherever, whenever. Because my name tumbling from her lips and her taste is intoxicating enough that I understand the mindset of an addict now.

I squeeze her knee and shoot her a glare, a nonverbal order to calm herself down. I shift in my seat, shoving down my arousal as I try to calm myself too. My eyes settle back on Riku, taking in the information he's sharing.

My princess's fingers tangle into my hair, tugging on it as she whines my name again. My jaw clenches as I quickly start losing my composure. I can't tell her no when she acts like this, when she tries so needly to get my attention, when she's throwing herself at me, and only me. Why does my kunoichi have to be so youthful? So packed full of those uncontrollable hormones?

"What an antsy kunoichi you have, Jiraiya boy. I don't know how you keep your wits about you," Riku chuckles, causing my glare to snap towards him.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I hiss, my hand clenching my Little One's knee harder. What is Riku thinking? That he has a chance? Over my dead body.

"Calm down," he continues to laugh, a smug smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at me. Riku is one of my longest-lasting allies, I shouldn't be surprised he reads through me so easily. Easy enough to poke at my unneeded protectiveness. "I just know your students tend to have more energy than they know what to do with," he finishes, continuing to eye my kunoichi, quickly bubbling up more of my jealousy.

He needs to back off. Is he blind? Does he not see how desperately she clings to me? How desperately she whines for me? Riku has as much of a chance of getting my student in bed as Orochimaru does.

I glare at him, at least until my Sweetheart's legs rub together, squeezing my hand between her knees. My eyes jump down to her, taking in the discomfort on her face.

My poor Princess, the lack of attention today must be killing her. I don't care who knows I'm sleeping with her, I'll announce it to the whole world if she wants, but that doesn't mean our work can take a back burner to our growing relationship.

We're Shinobis, our missions have to be completed and at the moment they require communication with other Shinobis. It's not exactly appropriate to have my tongue shoved down her throat or my teeth sink into her neck during a business meeting.

"You're not wrong, I tend to have chakra balls for students. Do you mind excusing us for a few minutes?" I finally respond, turning my attention back to Riku, who's still eyeing my student. I swear to the Lord above I could knock his teeth out.

"Enjoy your walk," he huffs, waving us away as he sulks in his disappointment. God, he should be disappointed. She's my Sweet Girl, not his. If Riku wants a student so bad he should get one himself instead of trying to steal mine.

My hand jumps from my student's knee to her arm, clinging to it as I climb out of my chair, tugging her along with me. She stumbles behind me, hands occasionally pressing to my back as her balance shifts in and out.

Whether her balance is offset from my grip or from the cloak she's swimming in doesn't matter at the moment. If Riku doesn't stop undressing her with his eyes, I'll burn the cloak so my Princess has to show off my love marks.

"We're going on a walk?" The Sweet Thing asks, hands leaving my back now that I'm not tugging her around as roughly.

"No," I answer shortly, heading toward the bathroom. We're not going on a walk, we're going to the bathroom so I fuck her neediness out of her, so I can stop her little whines that have hooked Riku's attention.

"But what's his face said - "

"When I was training Naruto, sometimes he would get antsy at the table," I start explaining, my jealousy washing out of my chest. Why was I so worried? My Sweetheart couldn't even be bothered to remember Riku's name. "I would excuse us and take him on a walk or practice a jutsu or two outside so he could burn off some energy,"

"But I'm not antsy, I'm - "

"I know," I say, cutting her off again. I'm pulsing with need as we stand outside the bathroom. When I force my Sweet Thing to look at me, my dick only gets angrier with the lack of attention it's getting. "You, Little One, have the sex drive expected for someone of your age. I have given into every single whine for me you've spilled. Today, I have not, so now your hormones are going crazy because I went from answering every beck and call to barely touching you. You, my Sweet Girl, are beyond pampered."

The short explanation makes her thighs rub together, only further enforcing my observations throughout the day. "I'm sorry. I just... need you, Sensei," the words tumble from my Princess, coated in whines as her legs continue to rub together for stimulation.

I cling to her hips, shoving the bathroom door open as I drag her inside. "Dear lord, Sweetheart. You're killing me," I confess, my desperation quickly catching up with hers.

"How am I killing you, Sensei?" She asks the very obvious question. My Little One stands on her tippy toes, rubbing her clothed pussy against me. Her eyes are blown out, filled with that fake naiveness she wears so well. I swear she knows what it does to me with how often she uses her nifty little trick to get what she wants.

"Your little whines," I start spilling the answer, hands clinging to her legs once again. "How desperately you grip at me," I continue, walking us over to the counter. "The way your thighs rub together in need, your big doe eyes you keep staring at me with. You're not a Princess, you're a tease," I finish, setting her on the counter. She looks so pretty, so fuck-able perched like this.

I shove the collar of her cloak out of the way, instantly latching myself to her neck. I'll make sure Riku knows we didn't go on a walk, make sure he knows my student is whiney for my dick, and not because she can't control her chakra levels.

"Sensei, I'm going to look terrible. Stop leaving hickies." The whine is followed by the familiar feeling of fingertips tangling and tugging on my hair.

I hate the request, I hate not being able to chip more of my admiration into her skin. I still pull back, dragging the patch of skin between my lips with me as much as I can, soaking in as much of the moment as I can. I make a mental tally to talk to her about it, to figure out what she doesn't like about it, to figure out how to make her comfortable enough that I can keep leaving proof of my obsession with her littered across her body.

"You look gorgeous with them, Sweetheart. So gorgeous," I coo, hoping the gentle reinforcement will help our conversation tonight about the markings I leave.

I quickly tug her pants down to her knees, wasting no time shoving my hand down her panties and thrusting two fingers into her. Whines spill from her, quickly being replaced by mewls when I pace circles into her clit that match the thrusts of my fingers. "Be quiet, Sweet Thing," I order, shoving her panties down to join her pants.

"I know you're not completely ready, Princess, but I know you can take me. You can take all of me," I spill out, not satisfied with the half-assed prep I gave her. My student needs more preparation, she needs to be stretched more and wetter but time is not our friend right now.

I line myself up to her cunt, resting my tip against her. I settle a hand on the counter, supporting my weight as I cling to her hair, stretching out her neck. It takes everything in me not to sink my teeth into her throat.

When I dip into her, I give in to my wants. I continue marking her throat and her titties, sucking and nipping more bruises into her. This isn't how I treat my Sweetheart. If she says no, I don't do it, no matter what. She's precious, perfect, intoxicating. She tells me to jump and I ask how high.

But I can't help it. Not being able to pay attention to my pretty perfect student has been weighing on me as much as it's been weighing on her. I'll apologize to her later, I'll beg on my knees for forgiveness if I have to, I'll give her the whole world to make up for my selfishness. But for now, I'll rut into her like the horn dog I am, I'll suck proof of me into her so Riku sees me on every inch of her skin.

"Sensei?" My Princess whines, making my lips lag against her breasts.

Her fingers wrap around my hand pressed into the counter, trying to tug it towards her. I give her what she wants, it's the least I can do for ignoring her boundary. My fingers ghost over her clit, getting me as much of a jerk of her hips as she can manage under my weight.

My thrusts slow, my focus shifting from my need to fill her to my need to please her. I'm a top shinobi, a legendary sannin, and yet here I am, desperately trying to please my student as I chase my high. I'm acting like a schoolboy getting his dick wet for the first time. It's almost humiliating.

I pull my mouth off her neck, shifting up to capture her lips. I shove my tongue into her mouth, continuing my selfish streak, pounding her faster as I French her. My Sweet Girl's sounds filter into my mouth, her eyes glossed over as she looks at me. That does it, her needy eyes break me once again.

My thrusts stutter, shoving myself into her again. I could fill her up, have my cum leak out of her at the table, the biggest 'back off' possible. But I can't do that, I can't watch her panic during dinner because I don't have the time right now to explain to her I physically can't get her pregnant.

"Jiraiya," she whines when I pull out, making me second-guess my choice. My student desperately pulls on me, nails digging into my shoulders as I coat her thighs again. Her thighs are always so pretty covered in my semen. I need to remember to take a picture of the sight one of these days.

"You need to learn to be patient," I mutter, tucking myself back into my pants.

My mind is running wild. How long have we been in here? Longer than a walk? Is Riku even still in the restaurant? How pissed is Tsunade going to be if I miss out on some information?

I litter my Sweet Girl's face in kisses, the best aftercare we can afford on our time crunch. She's disappointed and unsatisfied with my selfish act and it makes me feel terrible. This isn't how I treat my Sweetheart. She gets the world, she gets her high every time, she gets fucked until her needs are filled, and then she gets coddled like the baby she is.

"Be a good Obedient Girl at dinner and I'll fuck as long as you want tonight. Be patient," I almost beg, quickly working on straightening her clothes.

I litter more kisses across her, desperately trying to apologize through my actions. It almost hurts to see her disappointment. This is embarrassing and humiliating how much of a dog I act like when it comes to my kunoichi.

"Sensei, you didn't clean me up," she whines, as needy as ever. She squirms, my cum quickly soaking through her clothing, further proving that she is mine. My Princess, my student, my kunoichi.

"You'll be fine. It'll be a nice reminder to behave," I rush out, peaking her lips before setting her back on the ground. I tighten her cloak around her, making a mental note to take a relaxing bath once we're done here. I can't have my Sweetheart ill because I don't have time to clean up my messes.

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I swear my kunoichi is going to be the death of me. I don't know how she seems to have more stamina than me, but she manages to. It's been difficult keeping up with her needs and gently training her to control herself. It's been even more difficult reminding myself not to cave to her every whine and whimper.

Though, my Sweetheart is the muse for my next book. The plot is already in the works, unfolding in front of my eyes. Our lovely heroin that is oblivious to the addiction her love interest has for her. Quite the fitting story for my next book.

Despite the motivation spilling for my student, I have tried to manage her needs. My newest attempt is the pair of vibrating panties I stumbled upon last night. I didn't stumble upon them, I was actively looking for a toy with hopes it would help my hormonal rabbit that clings to me like I'm oxygen. It just so happened I stumbled upon the panties before anything else.

They seem to be working. My Sweetheart has been clingy, but less needy than normal. It seems to be enough to hold her over when her needs spark throughout the day.

I have decided Riku is useless and that I'll take the lecture from Tsunade. Because of that, I reached out to Yuma for information instead. He's just as knowledgeable as Riku and works in the same department within his village, with a lot fewer wandering eyes.

"Anyway, how are you enjoying the village?" He asks, turning to my student.

My Little One's eyes are cast down, her sight on the ground as she focuses on keeping her noises in. That's my fault, I turned her new toy on when we first met up with Yuma, hoping it would keep her in check, which it has.

I poke her with my elbow, turning the speed up to mess with her. She's been getting pleasure all day long, so I deserve the gentle teasing. "You were asked a question."

My Sweet Girl's eyes jump up, silent pleas filtering to me before she turns towards Yuma. "I..." her jaw clenches, eyes fluttering at the new speed. "Didn't hear you," she finishes, squirming as her eyes keep jumping back to me.

"How are you enjoying the village? I hope the civilians have been treating you well," Yuma repeats, smiling down at my kunoichi. He's a teacher, more stereotypical than me, getting new students every couple of years instead of randomly finding them.

"It's been good. I like getting to go swimming when we're not busy and such." During her answer I cut off the toy, giving her a breather. Not for long though. "I also- "

Mid-sentence I click it back on, watching my Sweetheart snap her mouth shut again, eyes fluttering back to me. My sweet Obedient Girl, so eager for my touch and approval.

"You also what?" Yuma coos in his teacher voice, trying to seem like a calm and safe place like he does for his students.

"I... um... there's some really good... teriyaki chicken at... I don't know," the words slowly tumble out of my Princess, her jaw repeatedly clicking shut and eyes still desperately shooting toward me. Good, she can feel as desperate for me as I do for her.

Yuma sends her another comforting smile before tugging his attention away from her. "You got a shy student for once. That must be a nice change of pace."

The falsehood of the statement makes me laugh before I can stop myself. She's not shy, she's stimulated and humiliated by the possibility of cumming without me ever touching her. "Something like that," I answer, turning the toy off again. I soak in the mixed emotions on her face, enjoying the look as Yuma goes back to our discussion.

My Sweet Girl wraps her hands around my arm, shoving herself against me as she clings. I can feel her eyes baring into me, the soft vibrations of unheard whines buzzing from her throat against my arm. Buzzes that sink to my balls, kickstarting my arousal.

As a soft payback, I turn her toy back on, maxing out the speed from the start. My student wiggles closer to me, her legs wrapping around mine as she softly humps me. This is a new level of desperation, a new level that quickly rushes blood to my penis. "Jiraiya? Sensei?" She calls, her whines finally bubbling through.

I jerk to the side, ready to grab at my Sweetheart to stop the hair tug that usually follows. I lock her wrists in my hand, the attempt to slow down my arousal doing the opposite. The sight of both her wrists knotted in one hand makes me ache. Her eyes flicker up with their usual 'fuck me please' look in them. The bow that manages to play me like a fiddle every time.

"I'm sorry," I rush out, turning my sight back to Yuma after warning my kunoichi to calm down, just for the time being. "My kunoichi gets moody when she's hungry," I half-lie, my Sweet Girl does get moody when she's hungry but she's not hungry right now. At least not for food.

"Oh, that's no problem at all. I tend to get a bit hangry myself," Yuma says, smiling down at my student again.

I tug on my Princess, motioning towards our ally in hopes she'll take the hint. "I'm sorry," she mutters, jaw clinking shut again. "Sir," she adds, tugging slightly on the hold I have on her.

I drop my hold on her, set on quickly leaving our meeting. "I should get her some food. We can continue later," I mutter, quickly piecing together a time for our next meeting. Maybe I'll ask him to drinks and leave my Sweetheart at the hotel.

As soon as Yuma's 'goodbye' is muttered, I'm back to gripping the Sweet Thing's wrist. I tug her behind me, turning her toy back on so she can squirm around with the neediness that's a constant distraction.

"Sensei, I'm not hungry," she utters, back to clinging and trying to hump me as we walk down the road.

My eyes flicker down to her, taking in the sight. A smile crawls on my face at the scene, at the way her fingers cling to my arm, at the way her hips rub against mine. "Yes, you are. Just not in that way," I tease, tugging her to the left. "You've been so good today," I coo, leading her down the empty dead-end road. "Let's see how much longer you can be good."

"What? Jiraiya?" My student hisses, disappointment coating her face. My heart sinks at the sight. I hate leaving her disappointed but she needs to learn we can't drop everything every time her pussy tingles.

"Hush now, Little One," I continue to coo, scanning the space for any stragglers. The buzzing of her vibrator fills my ears, reminding me how heavy my balls are. I want to cum, I want to dump my load into her cunt, I want to see my semen leaking out of her desperate pussy. "You're doing so good. Keep being an Obedient Girl, okay?" I encourage her, moving forward so she's stuck between the wall and myself.

Her head tilts up to look at me, forcing me to look into those traps of eyes she has. "I don't want to be obedient. I want you to fuck me," she whimpers, lip popping out in a pout. Her hands snake into my pants, fingertips rubbing against my dick as she releases it from my clothing. "Please fuck me."

I cave too easily, I give her what she wants too easy, my Princess is going to turn rotten if she keeps getting her way. Despite that, my hands cling to her pants, tugging them down just enough to slip myself into her. "No, you're going to be patient. You can't get what you want all the time," I answer back, the command sounding shallow as it spills out.

One of my hands busy themselves, cupping her wrists, pressing them to the wall above her head. My other hand falls in the opposite direction, gripping my dick. My Sweetheart watches intensely, mouth-watering as she watches me rub myself.

I shift forward, rubbing myself through her folds. Her warm slick coats me, making me second guess my decision. How can I tell her no and then tease her so much? How can I tell her no when she squirms every time my tip pokes at her hole? How can I tell her no when all I can think about is the way her cheeks would be coated pink every time a bit of my cum dribbles out of her pussy?

"I can't get what I want all the time but you can? How is that fair?" My kunoichi groans, hips jerking to try and take what she wants.

That does it for me. She wants to talk about fairness? You know what's not fair? Me bending to her every whim, me spending all day hard as a rock because she's so needy, me not being able to cum in her cunt because every waking moment is spent working or with my head buried between her thighs.

"Sweetheart," I whisper into her ear, bending down so my voice is as close as it can get. "I can wait until we're alone in our hotel room to fuck you. You, on the other hand, try to jump my bones every chance you get. You need to learn to be patient, to wait until we're not busy," the words come out hissed, a warning for her to calm down, to get herself under control before I'm no longer in control.

"We're not busy now. Fuck me now. Jiraiya!" She continues to huff, trying to shift her hips down again. "Please?" My Little One continues, starting to crack the hard demeanor I'm trying to keep. I cave just a bit, letting my tip dip into her instead of just poking at her pussy.

"Fine. If you're so desperate to be filled, I'll fill you," I huff back, deciding to be selfish again. If she wants to see unfair, I'll show her unfair. Maybe then she'll be more sweet than spoiled. Maybe she'll be more grateful for the way I cave to her needs.

My Sweetheart turns to the side, lips perched for the kiss she expects. The kiss she's not going to get. She needs to be reminded I spoil her because I want to, not because I have to.

Instead of the kisses I usually pepper across her, I stuff her mouth with my fingers, coating them in saliva as they settle down her throat. My Princess's eyes flicker in surprise. "Suck," I order, starting to move through her folds again, lubing myself up so it's easier to jack off.

My Obedient Girl does as she's told, gently reminding me how much she obeys my orders. Maybe I just need to be more vocal about my needs, maybe my Sweet Girl would be willing to cave to me as well.

Our eyes stay hooked on each other. The mix of them, my dick rubbing against her, and the feeling of her tongue sliding over my fingers is shoving me forward, making my balls clench in their familiar way.

I pull out of her mouth, wrapping my hold around my dick again. Her juices and saliva mix as I rub my length, the tip of my did still buried and twitching in her cunt.

My student's eyes break from me, tumbling down to watch me get off. She squirms at the sight, unhappy with the attention I'm getting instead of her for once.

When my high is close, I shove myself into her, bottoming out. "Sensei?" She whines from the sudden stretch, trying to get out of the hold I have on her.

"Sweetheart, there you go," I groan, spilling over inside of her. I thrust my hips, shoving my cum deeper into her. If my Princess is so needy to be filled, I'll fill her up, fuck myself as deep into her as possible so I trickle out of her for longer. "You're filled up like you asked."

When I still, her hips jump into motion, grinding against me. "That's not how I meant it. You're going to knock me up doing that," she whimpers, her pussy clinging to me counteracting her fake concern. My Sweetheart likes being stuffed as much as I like stuffing her.

"It'll be fine," I mutter, coating her in kisses. "I can't get you pregnant," I shortly explain, noting to have a deeper conversation about it tonight. "We should eat and then go back to our business in the village," I add, priorities back in order as I cover her up again.

"You didn't clean me again," she whines, the usual whine following our quickies.

"I know," I utter, covering myself again too before shifting my kisses to her lips. "I want to watch you squirm as I leak out of you. It'll be another test of your patience," I explain, pressing more kisses to her lips.

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hangryyell · 1 year ago

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Zekaria x Camp HC

Add your own if you’ve got any! I wanna see your guys Headcanons! Enjoy!

Gale

With how big Ria is on a cool breezy day, Gale would be nestled between her thighs reading a book. She’d be lounging on a pile of pillows, eyes closed and claws in his hair. She’d be eating fruit and feeding Gale every once in a while.

One an off day without really looking for leads, he’d hold her hand in the market, she’d wrap her arm around his shoulders.

While they were sleep, Ria would be the one nestled between Gale’s legs, head on his chest with her arms around him.

Sometimes Ria would wear Gale’s robes around camp if she didn’t feel like putting on actual clothes.

Astarion had told Ria that Gale was Vanilla in bed. She’d teach him some of her favorite kinks, he’d enjoy because Gale is nothing but an overachiever.

Gale’s ‘guilty pleasure’ is this large woman sitting on his face. Her thick thighs bordering on either side of his head, his hands cupping her ass and holding her there. Ria worried she’ll suffocate him.

Wyll

Wyll will be hesitant to want to touch Ria. His thoughts that he was off putting would always hold him back. He would be surprised when she said she liked him a lot.

Ria would go to kiss Wyll and he would stiffen up as she’s kiss along his jaw. She’s giggle in his ear and lick the shell of it to tease him. He’d blush and playfully nudge her away. Ria would wrap her arms around him and hold him close. Wyll would put a hand on her lower back.

Wyll takes me as a stomach sleeper, Zekaria would sleep next to him, half on top of him, a long leg nestled between both of his and an arm across his back. Or she’d ask him to lay on her, head on her chest or stomach, warm arm going around her. Wyll would be worried his horns would get in the way.

Once Wyll finally opens up he is definitely a menace to Ria. They had grown so close that she can see exactly what he’s thinking without the tadpole. Reading his expressions was enough to know if he was playing with her.

Wyll is a slap his partners ass in front of people kinda man. Ria likes that part a lot. He’s also a public kinda man, if they’re sitting just right he’ll finger Ria while talking to the rest of the camp around the fire. Or take her into the tree line close to camp and fuck her until her legs can’t seem to keep her up.

Lae’zel

Ria would lounge about watching Lae’zel work out or sharpen her sword. She loved to watch the strain of muscle, watch the other sweat. It was intoxicating.

Lae’zel’s favorite thing is to train near a body of water. On a nice hot day to get Zekaria in the water, to watch her splash around naked, then to watch the water slide over her pretty green skin. To watch her air dry.

Ria loves to make the Gith relax with a massage if she ends up giving the teifling trouble about her training. “You can take a day of Zel. Come let me give you a massage babe.” The teifling beckoned.

Lae’zel loves to trace and lick along the scars and raised lines and prongs along Ria’s body when they are alone in her tent.

Ria tops more often than you think and Zel absolutely reels at the fact that she does. But of course gives her a hard time in front of everyone.

Shadowheart

She’s rough around the edges but is complete goo when it comes to Ria. Shadowheart is awkward when it comes to PDA, but Ria assures her it’s alright. Light hand holding, Ria sliding an arm around her shoulders to bring her closer while around the fire. Whispering compliments in her ear to catch the blush on her cheeks.

Ria loves to be the small spoon.

Shadowheart is the kind to help Ria drink wine, then lick up whatever spills on her chin.

Shadowheart absolutely loves to put Ria in her place in bed. The small Sharran defiantly brings the pain better than any Loviator follower.

Ria jokingly found a dog collar and teased Shadowheart if she wasn't nice to her, she wouldn't put it on. Shadowheart has never said please and thank you faster to see her giant teifling girlfriend be an absolute bottom.

Shadowheart is all black and darkness, but once she fines anything in the right shade of green that matches Ria's skin or nipple color she's more keen for some color in her outfit.

Karlach

Karlach absolutely loves to wrestle with Ria. Both being big and tall women it's always a good time. Karlach loves to let Ria win most times even though the Teifling tells her not to hold back.

Cold nights it's a pleasure to be snuggled up next to the hot barbarian.

Ria plays with Karlach's hair, giving her little braids, putting different kinds of charms in her locks.

Karlach's love language is words of affirmation, she loves to compliment Ria. When in bed, she kisses every inch of skin and dols out the loving words.

They take a lot of naps together, days to laze about are filled with them.

Karlach is a touchy woman, hand holding, wrapping an arm around Zekaria to have her in front, arms around her waist, chin on her shoulder. The whole nine.

Karlach also likes to stare at her partner, just boring holes into them because one they’re so damn hot and two they are their favorite person in the world.

Astarion

Would pout and whine for Ria to feed him fruit like the god he thinks he is. (Yeah I know he doesn’t NEED to eat it) But just the thought of him eating messy, juicy fruit and Ria licking the juices off his chin and neck, following if it ended up going further down.

Is the little spoon.

Absolutely loves to see Ria in his clothes.

Gets a fucking kick out of Ria biting him when they’re having a romp or he’s also feeding on her.

Behind closed doors or a tent flap Star is a cuddle bug, just wanting to lounge about and enjoy Ria’s warmth, her smell, the sound of her heart beating in her chest. Feel her smooth skin against his.

Absolutely loves to be read to while snuggled between her thighs. He’s the type to wrap his arms around them to hold her close.

Loooves Ria’s nails for head scratches.

Sometimes when they’re in a new town goes to try and get them matching camp clothes.

Will bring her random gifts if he sees something she likes. Mostly will probably draw for her.

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tmmyhug · 4 months ago

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genuinely, as a side and stomach sleeper, I use throw blankets as my pillow (on top of a firm pillow) and I don't get lower back pain. maybe see if extra cushion or support could help?

yeah i definitely need a firmer bed lol the problem is i so cozy

#ask #anonymous

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emeto-secret-agent · 2 years ago

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I posted 291 times in 2022

That's 218 more posts than 2021!

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I would love to see Prince Florian wake up with a sick belly only to realize that he had already soiled the bed in his sleep.

'I need to see more of your OC! I love your idea of it happening in a medieval setting! Pls I need a fic where Florian is sleeping and in the middle of the night and accidentally messes the bed, idk how but get Celia into the scene too. Maybe he just really needs her for comfort and is so embarrassed about it but just needs her.' - Anon

Thank you so much for the requests and for the compliment! <3

Linking these two asks together, and this story is gonna have a part two with another request so heads up for that too~

Idk if I should tag this, but we're going to have a little nakey Florian in this one, so don't get surprised xd

Florian has always been a heavy sleeper. One of his few good traits, if you asked him, but it was mostly thanks to that he was on the verge of exhaustion every time he finally got back to his bed, and his eyes closed the moment his head hit the pillow. Sleeping was always a relief for him, escaping every responsibility and stress for a few hours until he was ready to start over the next day. Even his servants had trouble waking him up sometimes, so when his stomach let out an unhappy rumble, the prince only grunted in his sleep.

Yesterday’s dinner was delicious, maybe even a little bit too, because when Florian got back to his chamber, an uncomfortable fullness sat over his stomach. He could feel himself getting bloated even though he has sworn, he didn’t overdo this time, there was nothing he could actually do about the pressure in his belly. And the prince had a long day so he wished nothing more than his soft bed and a full night of sleep. Florian managed to fall asleep before his belly started making suspiciously loud noises as if it was yelling at the prince in its misery, but Florian was peacefully left out of this riot in his own stomach. Not only was the poor organ so unhappy and bloated, but the pressure also started moving downwards with an alarming speed, causing sharp crams in the prince’s lower belly. But this still wasn’t enough to wake him up.

Florian grunted and grimaced in his sleep, his dreams becoming more uneasy but if somebody just looked at the prince and wouldn’t hear his belly’s loud protest, nor smell the gas filling up the air, it would have looked like Florian was just having a nightmare. Sadly this bad dream would soon become reality as his belly had enough and decided it gave him enough warning. If the prince got on the toilet on time, good for him, but if not, that wasn’t his stomach’s problem. It had more troubling matters with the big amount of mussy poop rebelling in Florian’s guts, fighting for their freedom.

Florian woke up to probably the longest fart of his life. The hot gas was already coming out of him when the prince suddenly come to with a shaking breath, still being so uncertain after his dream, and it was still going for several seconds after he realized what was happening. It was hot. Too hot, the burning sensation immediately pulling his face into a pained expression, which only grew worse when his lower stomach pulsed with an unimaginable cramp. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have stopped the flow of diarrhea that was coming right after the fart and cramp, not letting the prince even take a breath. Especially that he had only realized he was already laying in his filth when this second wave came.

It took him a few seconds to register what was happening. He was pooping, that’s for sure, he actually needed to go so badly but his hazy mind for a second thought, he was on the toilet. For a second everything was alright, besides the pain splashing in his belly. Then he burrowed his head into the pillow and realized that he was still in his bed.

Florian’s eyes snapped open.

He was still in his bed. Actively having diarrhea.

Fuck.

Florian tried to sit up and bolt for the bathroom, but another harsh cramp froze him in place, only being able to hug his stomach and cry out of pain as more burning liquid poured out of his hole. His undergarment was now ruined, the weight pulled the soaked fabric down, staining both the sheet and blanket. The prince gasped for air, tears forming in his eyes from the pain and the scary confusion, not understanding what was happening to him. He was fine when he went to sleep. Not perfect, but still not this sick!

The prince wasn’t sure if he should get up after the flowing finally stopped. Everything was a mess, starting from his stomach, to his bedding. If he moved, everything that just came out of him would stick to his legs even more and he couldn’t bear the thought to make an even bigger mess. Just even imagining that somebody will have to clean up after him made him want to run away. Such a shame! The crown prince, a grown man messing his bed like this. Unforgivable.

But nature hasn’t left too much chance for the prince as his stomach gurgled again, louder than ever and Florian felt his guts vibrate through his palm pressed on his belly. It was such a weird and sick sensation, immediately painting the prince’s face red with embarrassment. But as much it made Florian feel ashamed, it was also a warning sign for the next part of the oncoming disaster. Florian cursed under his breath and pushed himself up, the hot mess now starting to slowly flow down his legs and butt, sticking the dirty clothing to his skin.

Florian bit his lips as he pushed the covers down, setting the smell free from under the blankets, and the sickness filled up the air. The prince took a shaking breath, but another cramp yelled at him to hurry up. He pressed one hand on his lower belly, taking a few steps doubled over, feeling like something was about to burst out of him. He couldn’t make it halfway through the room before having to stop, the pain becoming unbearable and before he even realized it, Florian pushed and another round of hot diarrhea rushed out of him. This time the prince was just standing there, trying to breathe through the pain as he tried not to concentrate on the sickness dripping down on his leg and landing on the floor, slowly forming a brownish puddle under his bare feet. He has to avoid stepping in it, otherwise, he’ll leave little shit footprints all over his room. At this point, he wasn’t sure it’d be hilarious or unbearable.

When it finally stopped again Florian was an emotional and physical wreck. He didn’t know what made him suddenly this sick that he couldn’t control any of his bowel movements and the pain made a bad combination with the exhaustion. His belly still felt so sick, still far from empty, but he just wanted to go back to sleep or even just rest down a little. His knees were shaking but his bed was just as big of a mess as his lower half. Both of them needed to be cleaned up and there was only one person whose eyes Florian could look into right now.

The prince cracked the door open just the slightest and the sleepy guards immediately snapped themselves into alert at the sudden appearance of the prince. They wouldn’t have anticipated the crown prince at this hour, but they needed to be ready and at his service every minute of the night. Luckily for them, the prince only had a quite easily manageable request.

‘Call for Celia and tell her to come to my chamber. Now.’

The prince somehow sounded weak and desperate, his voice slightly shaking, but it was not the guards’ business. One of them stomped down to the maid’s quarters and woke Celia up, before making his way back with the yawning girl on his side. It was too early for this.

Celia wasn’t a stranger to being woken up in the middle of the night, but this time she wasn’t happy. She just had such a good dream but of course, she had to be woken up right now. Actually, she wasn’t even sure anymore what was it about, only the memory of those warm eyes and golden looks lived in her mind with a strange feeling of warmness in her chest. But if Florian was calling for her, every dream could wait.

The guards haven’t said anything to her besides that the prince was requesting for her, so it was quite a surprise when she stepped into his chamber and found Florian in the middle of the room, pulling the sheets down off his bed and throwing them on the floor while being fully naked, just as on the day his mother brought him to this world. Needless to say, Celia was quite shocked by this scene welcoming her.

‘Your Highness?!’

‘Ah, Celia. You’re…you’re here.’

Florian’s face got so red in a matter of seconds that Celia began to fear, he was going to pass out.

‘Y-you should watch your step over there, there’s a… little mess on the floor.’

If not from the brown stains on the sheets thrown on the floor, by only the smell Celia could’ve guessed what the prince was talking about, while he was trying to unobtrusively pull some of the covers in front of himself. Florian was not expecting Celia to wake up this fast and to get to his room and now he was standing there naked, covered in his own filth. Great.

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Would you write something with florian getting food poisoning? 👀 maybe even with dairy that had gone bad without noticing, with scat and emeto, perhaps he doesn’t quite make it to the bathroom?

Thank you so much for the request! <3 I may have taken it and overdid it a little (pun intended) but had so much fun writing it, I hope it'll be at your pleasure

Also, I wrote Celia in this one too, this is the first time Florian got sick under her care, and kind of their first 'on the job' meeting.

If you'd like both of them or just one of them next time, don't hesitate to write that in the request too, so I can you write exactly what you want~

‘Your Highness?’

‘Yes?’

‘Your lunch is here.’

Florian questioningly looked at the door, from which the polity sound was coming. Was it already lunchtime? He was so lost in the paperwork and coordinating the new contracts, that he hadn’t even noticed the time passing. But the hot, summer sun was already high up in the sky, the sunlight directly hitting his desk, warming up the dark wood table.

‘Thank you, please come in.’

The guards opened the door to his older servant, who - after a bow- came in with a big plate of meat, milk loaf, and a few delicious looking cakes with a heavy cream topping and strawberries. Overall a tasty, but not too heavy meal, just as he requested. The prince still had another meeting with his father this noon, and it’d be bothersome if the too much food in his belly wouldn’t let him concentrate.

‘I hope it’ll be to your liking, Your Highness. If you want anything else, please tell me.’

‘Of course, thank you.’

The servant, an older and well trusted man in his escort, looked at him with a kind smile. He was one of the few people from the castle, who was there with the prince since his childhood, and because of this, knew about Florian’s… problems. Also, he was the only one, who the prince was comfortable enough to make requests about changing his meals when his stomach was too upset, without having to worry about the gossip.

‘Also Your Highness, if you will.’

‘Yes?’ Florian looked back at him while taking a bite from the cake. So delicious.

‘Your meeting with His Majesty, wasn’t it scheduled an hour after noon?’

The food stopped midway to the prince’s mouth.

‘Yes, yes it was. Why, what time is it?’

‘We have about half an hour until then.’

‘Shit!’

‘Your Highness!’

‘Apologies!’ Yelled Florian jumping up from his seat and swallowing the rest of the cake whole. ‘I have to be there ten minutes early, so I have twenty to get ready and get to the other side of the palace and I wanted to look at the reports before this, and I’m still not dressed! Oh no, I’m going to be so late!’

‘What about your lunch, Your Highness?’

‘It can wait!’

The old man sighed as he followed the young man running from one side of the room to the other with his eyes.

‘I’ll send in the maids to help you get dressed.’

‘Thank you!’

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Someone puking every time they get feverish

The moment caretaker notices they feel too hot, they immediately bring the bucket together with the thermometer

Or sickie mentioning they feel a bit nauseous and that alerting the caretaker to check if they're running a temperature. They do

This also means no trying to get anything done even if they have a lower-grade fever because it's only a matter of time before they're over a bucket or the toilet and they're spewing all their stomach contents in front of themself.

Also the torture of trying to make them drink a lot of water for their fever but it just keeps coming right back up, making them lose even more water and threatening with serious dehydration

114 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

Sickie who's not willing to admit they're feeling sick, maybe because they're in company or at someone's house and not wanting to bring unwanted attention to themself and disturb the mood. They try and brush off the sick feeling in their stomach, not acknowledging the gurgles coming from their guts nor the pressure on the top of their belly. It's gonna be fine, they tell themself as they put a hand on their stomach and slowly rub it.

But it doesn't matter how hard they try, the pain is reflecting on their pale face and they're clutching into their shirt just a little bit too hard. The caretaker takes notice and can't help but ask if they're feeling alright. The sickie's face is burning from embarrassment but they just nod with a forced smile.

'Just a small stomachache from lunch. Nothing serious.'

But as time passes it starts to turn into something more serious. The caretaker tries to take their mind off the pain by just talking about everything and anything but the words start to blur together as the pain in their abdomen keeps growing and they start to hunch over their stomach.

There was a pool of salvia in their mouth which made their voice thick and sticky and they were fighting down the gags coming up from their churning belly. The sickie tried so hard to keep everything down but they were losing the fight. Caretaker notices their eyes fluttering and the panicked swallowing as they grew paler and paler. The meaningless words die down and soon the only noise heard is the sickie's stomach gurgling.

'I'm sorry, but...' chokes back something the sickie. 'But I really don't feel good. Could you please bring me a bucket?'

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My #1 post of 2022

Somebody who's been sick all day, their tummy gurgling and cramping but even after a few trips to the bathroom, they still don't feel any better. So they just lay on the couch, one hand on their aching, bloated belly as they try to massage the pain away. Whatever is making their belly this upset, they can't get it fully out, it's trapped behind the huge bubble of gas.

Not even a half of an hour later from their last trip, they can feel their stomach shift again, a small amount of sickness making its way downward, and the pressure on their lower belly is getting worse, so they have no other choice than to get up and move to the bathroom, again.

For a little while nothing really happens, other than a few wet farts and a small amount of splurs of liquidy shit comes out. Their tummy keeps cramping and they hug it tightly, in a weak attempt to make it feel better. But the pressure seems to be working and suddenly they freeze, as something huge starts to work its way out.

Maybe this is it. They push and moan from the pain, doubling over as their forehead almost touches their knees. Legs pulled up and a few sweatdrops roll down on their face, while they keep panting and grumbling as big, sick smelling farts disturb the calm water in the toilet bowl. Slowly, things are starting to look better, and finally, a long fart pushes out the hard log they were struggling with for about ten minutes now.

They let out a relieved sigh and lean back a little. It's finally out. Their tummy is still gurgling, but it's probably from the challenge they just had to go through, it should be soon over. The rest for a few seconds before leaning forward to get cleaned up. A few smaller farts slip out, but it's okay.

It is not a pretty job to clean themself up, their asshole is irritated and burning, the gas splattered the brownish waste over their cheeks, and they just want to get ready to go back to the couch and sleep for a little while. They wipe carefully when their belly lets out a loud growl, and a sudden cramp freezes them in place.

It's okay, it's okay, they try to tell themself as they let out a few shaking breaths, a hand still on their butt. A few small farts escape from between the cheeks, and their eyes go wide as they feel the wetness on their hands.

The toilet paper tries to absorb the mess, but it has not even a chance. It just keeps coming, and the wet farts turn into full-blown diarrhea. The paper is soaked, as well as their hand, and tears gather in their eyes, but they cannot move. Unfortunately, it's already too late for them to do anything, the only thing they can do is just press the toilet paper on their butthole and feel the mess dripping down on their fingers.

It's hot and the chunky parts stick to their skin and they can feel the burning smell coming out of the bowl, stinking the whole bathroom. Their head falls and their body trembles with soft sobs, as the tears run down their skin.

They are so tired and their tummy hurts so bad...

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