#so sexy and special or something but whatever it is you should be able to love yourself enough to know when to leave

[snekdood]

ik i said a week ago or somethin that "im sorry mj isnt non binary" but honestly thats not fully true. she is nb in her own ways- i just dont want ppl to take that and then modify her to be fully gnc and more masc than she is like someone i know has 😒

[veras1ne]

✮“Delicate.”

I had SO much fun writing this fic!! I’m so sorry it was delayed a little, there were some time constrictions and I’d much rather give you guys a late fic than a rushed and poorly written one. Anyways, Enjoy!! I can’t wait to see yall on the 31st 🦢 🫧

✰Pairing´ˎ˗📀: Anakin Skywalker x AFAB!Bimbo!Reader

✰ ‧₊˚ Summary 🦢: Anakin was out on a mission, leaving you home alone and an opportunity to hit the town. Nightclubs and dancing sounded perfect until he finds his way back home early.

✰ ;➛ WARNINGS🫧: THIS IS AN 18+ SMUT FANFIC. I am NOT responsible for the media you read and consume! Your warnings are the following: Smut, PIV, Fingering, Cum-Stuffing, Anakin being a master manipulator, Slutshaming, Degrading, Use of She/Her, Mentions of Breeding/Pregnancy, squirting, but no explicit mention of it! Try not to blink.

The sound of your dress zipping up and the spritzing of your favorite perfume filled your ears with excitement. Anakin was planned to be away on a trip for several nights, allowing you to sneak away with your closest friends for a night on the town, going to some of the sweetest clubs in your finest clothing. This would be the perfect chance for you to let loose without being kept on a tight leash by him. You could drink, dance, and enjoy yourself to your heart's content.

Tonight, you were finally free to do all that you wanted. You wanted to be selfish and get dirty and nasty with your friends. Of course you were allowed to go out, but statistics forbid you to be able to wear your tightest skirts and tops that were downright inappropriate for you to wear anywhere else. Personally, you had seen nothing wrong with your choice of clothing, especially when you got dressed just right, knowing that the explicit clothing wouldn’t matter in the first place as your lover would be right there in the event of anything happening.

The tightness made your waist look amazing, and the thin fabric hugged your curves perfectly. In Anakin’s mind, your clothes left little to the imagination—so little, in fact, that he believed he should be the only one to see you wearing the fabric you loved so much. He believed that he should be the only one to take advantage of you and ravage your mind, body, and soul.

He believed he should be the only one to see every nook and cranny of your body—the one that was specially made for his hands. To him, you were a toy, something he could take whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted. No matter where he went, whether it was his bed or yours or the bar across town, you would always be available to him.

You were his property that he owned, and you loved it. He loved that he was the only thing you thought about, that every being in your soul belonged to him, and that your whole life was centered around being him. It pleased him endlessly when his presence seemed to be the only thing to bring happiness and contentment into your everyday existence.

You relished in the knowledge that he knew every inch of your body; everything you did was because of him. His touch was what caused you to cry out of pleasure. He held you, kissed you, touched you, pleasured you, and told you how much he loved you. His missions were an opportunity for you to get wild without his knowledge, to let out a primal energy that wasn't regularly seen in you while under his every beck and call.

You had loved to be under Ani’s watchful eyes, but to live somewhat of a secret second life was something that made you feel sexy and powerful. Sure, others saw you as naive and just a pretty face, but you simply loved it. You loved dressing pretty in pink and always sipping on smooth champagne. In Anakin’s words, you were “ditzy.” And he liked it. It felt good to have you wrapped tightly around his finger.

You were just too good for him. He loved having you completely at his mercy, giving him whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. You were a gift that no man or god could give him. The way you met was almost immediately revealing to your character: him being assigned to nearly babysit you while you traveled with your father throughout the galaxy, accompanying your father as the face of his campaign for his politics.

He became enamored by your innocent beauty and decided he wanted you to be his. You didn’t realize it, but he began to court you, solidifying his belief that you were rather bubble-headed, not that he minded in the slightest way.

He watched you giggle uncontrollably during a joke, hearing him chuckle when you cried out in disgust when you accidentally stepped in a liquid that had taken form on the floor. He had found you absolutely delicious, and his obsession had gotten the best of him. His lust had grown more intense, taking over any sense of logic and reasoning. He would come home after long missions and find you waiting for him, begging for him to touch you, kiss you, and fuck you. Your soft body begged to be touched, but Anakin couldn’t bring himself to give in.

As much as he desired you in the moment, his job had taken priority, and he had to be away from you until now. He hadn’t told you of his return, wishing to surprise you and see your pretty face filled with delight as his boots echoed down the hallway to your door, clacking upon arrival. Although it had only been a few days, to him, it felt like weeks away from your beautiful body, which fit right with his. He had missed you, and he wanted to prove you right.

As you smoothed out your top in the mirror, the jiggling of your front door’s knob caught your attention. Anakin’s voice calling out your name brought a smile to your face, making you rush out into the living room, heels clicking as you ran. The sight that greeted you, however, made your heart leap in your chest.

The man that stood before you was handsome in his Jedi robes. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he smiled down at you, a slight smirk on his lips. Anakin was clearly excited to see you, his arms open, expecting a hug. “Hi Baby! You’re home!” you almost screamed, joyously, running into his muscular arms.

You wrapped your own around his broad back and pulled him closer to you, pressing your nose into his neck and inhaling his smell of fresh soap and pine trees. “I didn’t know you were coming. I missed you so much, baby!” You exclaimed happily, kissing the side of his jawline before pulling away and admiring his strong build.

His face contorted in confusion as he looked at you, seeing you in your pink outfit fixed with your primmed and perfect hair and your finest heels. “What are you wearing, honey? I didn’t think you knew I was coming home.” You smiled at him blankly, not understanding his words. “I was about to go out with some girls from the club downtown; that’s okay, right?" He nodded slowly, trying to comprehend where you got the idea that you could go outside looking like that. “Of course that’s alright,” his voice trailed off as he entered your kitchen. “But I know you aren’t going out dressed like that." You tilted your head, confused. “Like that? What’s wrong with this?” “I should be the only one seeing you dressed like that. Your tits are halfway spilling out of your top; I wouldn’t even be surprised if other men tried to look at you the way only I do," he snapped at you, frustrated that you were trying to question his authority.

You rolled your eyes at his reaction, turning around and beginning to walk to your bedroom. “Oh really? Well, I guess maybe you should change the way you look at me if you hate it so much.” You scoffed as you walked past him, heading to your closet. “Besides, if you hate what I’m wearing so badly, why don’t you come and take it off?" You turned around with a devilish smirk on your face, wanting to see his reaction.

You never expected such a fierce and passionate response. A growl escaped his throat as he stomped towards you, slamming you up against the wall and pinning you there with ease. He pushed you against the wall roughly, ravanging your neck and placing wet, open kisses on your exposed skin. He nibbled on your collarbone, sucking lightly, causing you to moan and shiver. “I could rip your clothes right off," his low voice whispered into your ear, his lips close enough to yours for you to feel his hot breath. “Of course you’d love that, wouldn’t you?" He chuckled darkly as he released his grip on your shoulders and placed his forehead on yours.

The sight of Anakin’s eyes staring straight into yours made you forget all about the situation, instead focusing on the sensation of his hot breath fanning across your skin, his hand coming up to your face, and forcing eye contact between the two of you. “I've waited too long for you, Ani. My fingers couldn’t fuck me like you can. I need you so bad.” Your breathing was labored and unstable, with his hands harshly grabbing your wrists as he pinned you to your shared bed, which had grown so cold on his side.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately, his tongue brushing against your lip before slipping inside, exploring the depths of your mouth. His hands made short work of your miniskirt, and completely demolishing your beautiful designer top.

You were completely lost in him as he devoured you, his fingers tugging your hair slightly as he continued to press you against the bed, your hips bucking and rubbing against the fabric of his pants, the thin cotton of your pants creating friction on your clit that you so elegantly craved.

You moaned loudly into his mouth, his hands still holding your wrists above your head as his mouth roamed over your body, leaving a trail of hickeys all over your neck, chest, and stomach.

His right hand came down to your pussy, pushing your pants to the side as he reveled in your wet genitalia, your pre-cum acting as a lube for his thick and dry fingers, pushing their way into your hole, scissoring them against your walls, and loosening your tight muscles that pulsed against his flesh. You groaned louder than ever as his skilled fingers moved in and out of your slick and swollen entrance, his mouth moving to your breast, nibbling and licking.

A few minutes later, your eyes were closed, and tears streamed down your cheeks as pleasure rocked through you relentlessly.

A low grunt fell from your lips as Anakin removed his fingers from your pussy, placing a kiss on your clit as he replaced his fingers with his erect cock that prodded your tight hole. “I need you inside me, Ani. My pussy has been so empty; missed you so much.” Your encouragement was the final push for him, with his head pushing into your tiny slit.

He was careful at first, making sure to enter slowly and deeply, feeling how good it felt to finally be inside you, a scream ripping itself from your throat, your nails scratching at the sheets beneath your body as you writhed and trembled underneath him. “You’re so tight, my dove. I can’t get enough of you. So beautiful.” He spoke softly, his voice strained with effort, and his eyes focused solely on your swollen opening as he thrust in and out of your body, your back arching against the mattress as he took your sweet pussy apart, splitting you on his dick.

His cock rubbed against your sensitive walls, hitting every part of your insides as he fucked you hard and fast. “I should’ve known you were so desperate for me the moment I came through the door. I could practically smell your desperation like a dog; guess I’m fucking you like a bitch though, aren’t I?” You whined as you gripped tightly to the sheets beneath you. His movements became faster and harder, hitting your most sensitive spot, his hands leaving your body and taking refuge tangled in your hair, pulling it as you let out a pleasured screech.

Your entire body shook violently with each stroke of his cock, gripping the sheet beneath you. His voice deepened as he increased the tempo of his thrusts. “Such a slut, you know that? Your pussy is so deep, she’s swallowing me whole. I missed her so bad and the way she clenched around my fat cock," he roared out, his orgasm rising as you came undone, your juices spurting as you gushed around him, clawing at his back and seemingly drawing blood. "Anakin," you sobbed as he pumped his cock faster, his hips stuttering as he came hard, his seed flooding deep inside you.

With an animalistic growl, he collapsed on top of you. His heavy breathing and harsh heartbeat filled your ears, his large body covering your smaller frame. “Once a slut, always a slut, but at least you’re mine," he muttered hoarsely, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply in your scent, a smile stretching across his face as he placed a wet kiss on your jawline, thrusting into you one last time, pushing his cum deep inside of you.

“Maybe I should get you pregnant, breed you like a little bitch, and let everybody know that this pussy belongs to me."

[weebsinstash]

In case it wasn't obvious by my complete LACK of screaming, I actually wound up hanging out with family and walking away from the TV before fully completing Hazbin's fourth episode, AKA The One I Know Is Gonna Drive Me Wild 😩❤️ so speaking of poison, time to get drunk again and finish that last episode!

I really gotta say though, as someone who has been chatting with a few other people... laughing howling barking at the amount of people straight up, "yeah Valentino is sexy but now that we know more about him, VOX THOUGH" like the amount of autistic girl pussy this man could pull is WILD

in episode two during the scene introducing VoxTech they make it VERY clear that Vox also straight up has fucking hypnosis powers??? It's when his left eye gets all... woobly? And then when Vox was calming down Val, that same effect was used TWICE, so, lowkey implying Vox tries to "lull" Valentino into a calmer state

"What are you doing, Val"

"You're not going over there."

Also the delivery on that line was hot 😩 imagine Vox saying something to you like "don't leave the studio :)" and he can tell you're not gonna listen to him or you're only half listening and he just repeats himself like THIS, the register of his voice lowers firmly, "You're NOT leaving the studio" and suddenly your head feels kinda fuzzy as he starts telling you all the different reasons it's too crazy outside for you to leave his sight... yeah... guess he's right... better... trust him...

Vox is composed, calculating, cunning, he's the SALESMAN, the sweet-talker, the schemer. Val's yelling and screaming that you ran off and aren't answering his calls and being manic, throwing things, tearing people apart, and meanwhile here's Vox, "calm down Valentino I can just activate the tracker I put on the phone I gave them :)"

remember in the past where I talked about Val getting Reader their first phone down in Hell. I can still see that because Val is fawning over you so much he gives you a phone so he can contact you whenever he wants, like LMAO imagine Val calling texting calling texting and everyone's watching him go fucking crazy "WHY AREN'T THEY RESPONDING fucking BITCH" and here's Angel "Boss they dont even have a phone???? Whose number are you even calling????", BUT I also see Vox doing this because he's the actual one who can do some shit like "oh yeah here's just a little something I threw together, it's the new VPhone 27, it's whatever" and later you find out he gave you the equivalent of like a $3000 iPhone and it has like special features on it that he very clearly put on there just for you but you have no frame of reference so you don't even realize how nice your phone is until someone else comments on it

Also. Valentino snatching Reader's phone and chucking it and completely shattering it and it sends you into a rage, "THAT WAS A GIFT FROM VOX YOU TEMPERAMENTAL PRICK!" and Vox returns from the bathroom or some shit to you yelling and screaming at each other, "You're lucky I don't put something in that smart mouth of yours to teach you some respect you ungrateful whore!!" "well YOU'RE LUCKY I don't sit on your face until you fucking suffocate and die a second time!!" and Vox feels himself getting kinda. Hot watching you two go back and forth, "I should fuckin tie you up until you're begging for me to stop whipping that fat ass of yours RAW!" "Cocky stuck up men like you always cry and whimper the loudest when they get restrained and FUCKED UP THE ASS"

Vox just in shock as you're able to TEAR INTO THIS MAN and walk away completely unscathed, all you guys really do is scream at each other and then 20 minutes later after you've walked away, always YOU to disengage or else he'll just keep going, Val's texting you shortly thereafter, "heeeeeeey baaaaabe, come back 🥺 I miss you ❤️" and then the second you fall for it and come back, "took you long enough, fucking brat" and you're getting pulled into his lap to forcibly cuddle him and be made to brush his chest fur while he makes calls for drug deals and shit

[anxious-acorn]

La Folie de Toi 🔞

Chapter 2: Dad Beak Dad 🔞

Summary: You talk to Charlie about helping the hotel, make some arrangements with Angel and it’s time for your season. Also, Lucifer says hi.

“Oh Y/N, this is so amazing! Thank you so much!” Charlie squeezed you in her arms and spun around, overjoyed at your offer of assistance.

You could practically hear yourself squeaking like a chew toy from the crushing strength of the young woman. Well, at least you could enjoy the pain. By the time the hyper princess set you down, you were seeing black at the edges of your vision, and you gulped at any air you could get.

“No problem, my dear,” you wheezed out, Vaggie patting your back beside you. “I will be having a meeting with the providers next week, but I already have one therapist who’s volunteered, so I have high hopes. Once I have a firm number, I’ll get back to you and see about office and housing arrangements.”

Charlie had stars in her eyes at the very idea of new possible souls to save. She seemed to be healing alright from the sacrifice of Pentious, especially after learning that his soul had made it to Heaven, but you could see a shadow in her eye that hadn’t been there before. She’d seen violence plenty before, but seeing a loved one snuffed out right before her eyes, in sacrifice for her, no less… She had taken it hard, and you really hoped she wouldn’t have to endure such again. Charlie deserved nothing but happiness and love.

“Okay great! I’ll get dad to help me set up a space for your offices. Actually, would you be able to help with that? We would need to know what exactly to build. Maybe we should-“

“Did you need help with something, sweetie? Whatever you need, you just say the word.”

You, Charlie and Vaggie all looked past a wincing Alastor to see Lucifer making his way down the stairs, and you giggled at your mate. Charlie lit up and greeted her father with a warm hug. It looked like the two were really making up for lost time- how sweet!

“Hey dad! You’ve met Y/N, right? She’s just offered to help with the hotel! She’s gonna hook us up with some doctors and therapists who specialize in the human mind! Isn’t that exciting?!”

Lucifer looked over to you as Alastor kept his back turned, looking himself to be contemplating a shadowy escape. You waved and gave a small smile from around your mate, and Lucifer cocked his head with a quirked brow before looking back to Charlie with an apologetic smile.

“Uhhh I’m sorry sweetie, I’m afraid I don’t remember,” he apologized and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. You had seen Charlie perform that exact mannerism before- how cute!

Looking up at Alastor with an uptick of your lips, you saw his brow twitch as you moved to walk around him, your tail brushing affectionately over his leg as you passed. You felt him stiffen as a small hum of radio static flared from the action, a sense of sadistic satisfaction filling your core.

Walking up to greet the short king, you held your hand out with a warm smile. “That’s quite alright, your majesty. The name’s Y/N, or I also go by Vixen- it’s a little easier to remember since I love to fox around!” You wagged your tail and wiggled your ears, and Lucifer lit up.

“Oh ho my golly, you’re a fox! How cute; weirdly sexy, but mostly cute!” The other demon took your offered hand and shook it with a nervous chuckle and you snorted. Charlie looked ready to dig her own grave, and Vaggie just appeared to be amused by the whole situation.

“Well, at least on that sentiment, we can agree,” Alastor’s clipped tone sounded beside you as he set a large hand on your head to muss your hair, and you grinned slyly at the irritated buck.

“Dear Vixy here is my mate,” he said, and Lucifer choked for a moment.

“You actually got someone to tolerate you? Wow, Bambi, I never thought you had it in you! Good for you! Vixen, my condolences,” Lucifer teased, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss in a show of mock sympathy.

“Hah! Ya know, Vix and I was in a porno that started a lot like this once,” Angel said from the bar, and you burst out laughing at the faces and noises spluttering from the two men beside you.

“What’s my favorite saying, Angie?”

“Make fuck, not fight?”

“I’ll accept it.”

You laughed with Angel, and Charlie gave a halfhearted chuckle, her eyes squinting in unease.

“That would be so much funnier if you weren’t talking about my dad,” she said. Vaggie patted her back with a soft smile, adding a loud, “Don’t even think about it,” to Angel who looked ready to wreck the poor princess with whatever he was about to say next.

“Angel, you are a dear friend. I will miss you should you ever suggest such a thing again,” Alastor ground out, twisting his head completely around as his eyes flashed black. This only seemed to make the spider want to poke the proverbial bear more and you chuckled at your mate.

“Well to be fair, he’s not wrong, darling. ‘How to Solve a Love Triangle in 669 Positions’ was one of our biggest hits! Alas, we can’t all solve our rivalries with raucous love making,” you shrugged and turned back to Lucifer with a kind smile. “Back to the subject at hand though, your majesty. I-“

“Just Lucifer is fine, dear,” he interjected. He seemed a bit overwhelmed, so you nodded and continued.

“Lucifer. Well, as Charlie here mentioned, I work with a network of professionals who specialize in the mind. My hope is to get some, if not all, to live and work here at the hotel. The space we currently use is dimensional, so if everyone is on board, I’ll just reposition the space itself in a room here. In that scenario, I would just request living quarters for the staff. If I’m not able to get everyone, then we may request your help in remodeling an area on one of your floors to provide the right space.”

The king nodded, seeming absorbed in his thoughts. “Hm, yes, fascinating. Welp! If you end up needing me just let me know! I’ll just be in my office doing… important… things. It was good to see you again Maggie!” He hugged and spun Vaggie before squishing Charlie in a hug with an, “I love you sweetie,” and waved awkwardly goodbye to everyone else as he zipped out of the lobby.

Charlie and Vaggie both seemed dazed, while Alastor looked confused but pleased. Angel looked like… well, like you before a kill. You knew what he was thinking, but you also knew he was finally beginning to value his afterlife. He would have to let that bone go. ‘Still good spank bank material,’ you thought, shooting Angel an amused grin as you shook your head.

‘Oh! Almost forgot,’ you walked over to Angel at the bar. “How’s my new favorite costume designer? Have things been going okay with Vel?” Sitting next to him, you zapped his salary in front of him and accepted the whiskey offered by Husk with a smile. Angel leaned into you with thanks and a fond smile before zapping a sketch in front of you.

“You tell me. What do you think about this for that event?”

Looking down at the sketch, your breath caught; this would be perfect! “Angie, you’re amazing sweetheart! This is gorgeous!”

Your exclamation brought a curious Alastor to look over your shoulder, and you felt more than heard the static creeping along your skin.

“You are quite the talent, Angel dear. A lovely design,” he said jovially. He seemed uncomfortable, and you couldn’t exactly blame him. The outfit was for a “birthday” celebration Valentino and Velvette were planning for their partner, and while sexy as hell, the burlesque costume screamed ‘Vox’.

“Aww, should I make a radio demon one too, deer daddy?” Angel’s sly grin widened at the glare Alastor shot him.

“An unnecessary gesture, my friend. You could put this belle in a wool sack and she’d still be the most dazzling dame in the room.”

You really wanted to ask Lucifer to heal your mate already; his words soaked your underwear, and you leaned back against his stomach and wiggled in your seat with a groan. You would need to seclude yourself soon- you were getting wet just from sweet words.

“Such a charmer!” You exclaimed, nuzzling against Alastor’s coat. ‘Ahhhh… that scent…’

“I should head home,” you said, your voice drifting as your mind began to wander into the danger zone. “I’ll be home resting and writing scripts for the next couple of weeks. It’s the season for lazy Vixy.”

Angel gave you a sympathetic gaze and hugged you. “Enjoy shark week, toots. You gonna be shooting it again?” You shook your head and finished your whiskey before dropping from your stool and looking up at Alastor beside you as he offered his arm.

“Nah, I feel like just relaxing this time around. Maybe next time- wouldn’t want to over saturate the market,” you shrugged and gave Angel a small hug before hooking your arm in your mate’s. Together you walked out of the lobby and down the street, your grin turning sinister as you watched demons scurry away in fear.

“May I ask you something, mon cœur? I do not wish to offend.”

You looked up at your mate curiously; it was rare for him to ask you permission to ask a question, so probably work related. “Of course, dearest. It would be quite difficult for you to ever offend me with curiosity,” you replied with a soft smile as you walked, leaning into his side just a bit.

“Are you intimate with Vox?”

That certainly caught you off guard. Pausing in your steps, you took a moment to process what your mate had just asked, and burst into laughter. Alastor stopped walking with you and looked away, fully resembling a pouty child, and you laughed harder, leaning on him to keep yourself up.

Your emotions were all over the place, and this had completely set off your giggles. After a long moment of trying to breathe, you straightened yourself and took Alastor’s arm once again to resume walking.

“Forgive me, but that must be one of the funniest things you’ve ever suggested. No, my darling, I have never been interesting to, or interested in Vox. He sees me more as a cute pet, and I enjoy the scritches he gives. Does it bother you? Me performing for his party?”

Alastor hummed and tightened his hold on you as you neared Cannibal Town. “I’m not entirely certain, in all truthfulness. I think perhaps concern more describes the feeling. I don’t wish to keep you from doing what you enjoy, but… I would like you to be cautious around him. That picture box is devious- a master manipulator, if you will. I wouldn’t put it past him to use your connection for nefarious purposes. This campaign against the princess’s hotel is bold of him, especially with both me and the King of Quack actively defending it. Just… be wary?”

How you loved your darling. He was by far the most understanding partner you’d ever been with. Leaning your head against his arm, you smiled and purred; his scent was incredibly distracting.

“I love you, my heart. I will use caution, but I don’t think you need to worry for me. Velvette would disembowel his sorry ass if he ever hurt her puppy and fur supplier!” You laughed at your own terrible joke, and Alastor joined you.

“I believe you may be correct in that assertion. However, it is the ones that trust him that are the easiest for him to use,” he said, and you looked up at his face. Would it be okay to ask? ‘Oh come on, girl! If he has the bravery to ask about you and Vox, then you can show a little pluck. Don’t be a coward,’ you thought, and took a deep breath before speaking.

“May I ask you something? It can wait until we’re home if you would prefer.”

Alastor stiffened as he continued his way, his smile perfectly in place, yet his eyes drifted around (seeking) as his mind worked. “Let us finish our lovely walk, ma chér. I see the most adorable hellcat ahead; perhaps we can catch up to it for a cuddle.”

You kept your face neutral and squeezed his arm gently to show you understood his warning. ‘Hellcat’ was the safe word you used when indulging in each other. You felt a surge of pride and heat at your mate’s intelligence- you would expect nothing less from the powerful overlord.

“Keekee would probably love a companion; perhaps we can catch the little one and keep them.” Your reply instantly deflated the demon, and you picked up your pace as you passed polite cannibals with smiles and nods.

When you’d closed the door to your dimension, you heard your mate breathe a heavy sigh as he sat in the corner of the couch and snapped himself a lit blunt to smoke. He looked thoughtful… sad… his eyes staring off into a space unseen.

“Can I get you anything?” The question caught his attention, and those lovely crimson eyes drifted to meet yours. He took a moment to consider, before asking, “may I have some water?”

You nodded and pointed your faucet on, grabbing a glass to hold under the stream before stepping over to hand to him. “If you don’t want to talk about it, my heart, you don’t have to,” you reassured him as you sat and accepted the blunt he passed. You received a soft smile and glowing eyes as he leaned back to sip his water.

After a moment, he set the glass down and took a deep breath, “You wish to know the reason behind our animosity.” It was said matter-of-factly, and you nodded, passing the blunt back. “I get hunches every now and again, but I don’t wish to assume.”

“I loved him… but it was not they type of love he wished for. I put my trust in him and he took advantage of that trust- I told you I’ve never been raped,” his eyes found yours, a swirling mix of emotion behind the gaze; you offered your hand for him to take, and without hesitation he claimed it.

“That was the closest I’ve ever come… That cultish fucker used his hypnotic powers to try and force my submission, but I hold more power than he could ever hope to possess, and was able to end the game before he could call checkmate.”

Alastor moved close to you and pressed his head against your chest, ears pinning as he wrapped his arms around you. With a soft whine, you enfolded him in your embrace and rubbed your cheek against his hair, mindful of the sharp antlers.

Kissing the top of his head, you spoke. “Thank you for telling me, Al. I know that couldn’t have been easy. I’m sure you already know this but I will say it nonetheless. It was never your fault for what he decided to do. The whole, ‘he led me on’ thing is utter bullshit, and the fact that he took advantage of your love and trust is despicable. He deserves his place down here, and if he ever says or does anything in that direction, he’ll earn himself my kiss and some dinner plans.”

Alastor chuckled at that, nuzzling into the plush softness of your chest before sighing. “I don’t know why I ever feared telling you. I suppose I just don’t wish to bring even worse memories to your mind,” he confessed, and you pet his hair and stroked his ears as he snuggled you.

“It’s good to let yourself feel those terrible feelings, as long as it’s not taking over your entire afterlife. In fact, that’s kind of how I spawned my realm of darkness. It’s my safe place to go and feel those horrible things, cry, scream if I want to. It’s where I gave birth to my little darklings after capturing the souls of those who’ve wronged me. As long as I’m not making you uncomfortable when I talk about such things, I welcome the discussion… And, Alastor…” Your mate hummed his acknowledgment, eyes closed as he shakily breathed against you.

“Trauma is not comparable… We’ve both been through things we never should have experienced, and, for me at least, sharing those experiences only makes me feel more love for you. More admiration… You are my everything, Al,” you said, your heart clenching from the flood of emotion as you tightened your arms around him. Fucking heat cycle, always amping up the feels.

Alastor gave a small bleat, planting a soft kiss to your chest before settling once more. “Thank you, mon cœur,” he whispered, and you kissed his head. “Would you like to move to the bed for a cuddle nap?”

You didn’t need an answer, his shadows swallowing you up to deposit you in your bed. With a contented, yet exhausted sigh, Alastor stretched himself out, and you kissed his head once more, humming an old lullaby. You wanted to kidnap and murder that fucker a few times, but that would just prove to Vox that he had gotten to Alastor.

You had always known the type of man Vox was, and the most frustrating part was that he didn’t see his own behavior; or perhaps he was willfully ignorant. He always seemed to be the victim- hell, he’d probably paid people off back in his human days to avoid scandal. Hypnotic power was a manifestation that you’d only seen in a few demons, but it suggested, as Alastor (quite the professional himself) had pointed out, a highly manipulative personality. It had always confused you that he’d never shown any sexual interest in you, being that he tended to sexually harass his employees every now and again, but you counted that a blessing, as you’d much rather just be an occasional amusement than a target.

Curling your tail to drape over Alastor’s back, you fell asleep holding your love.

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You awoke to cramps and the munchies, clenching your teeth from the tightness in your muscles. It wasn’t nearly as bad as your human days, but the first week of heat was filled with light cramps and bleeding as your body did its thing. Mood swings ranged from pissed off, territorial vixen, to flirty screaming-for-sex, capital ‘V’ Vixen, but your most common mood was sleepy-hungry stoner Vixy. That would appear to be your current setting.

Alastor slept peacefully on your chest, his ears flopping and aimed toward your heart. There’s no way you could move with such a precious creature resting on you- idly you thought he was your little hellcat. His personality certainly matched. Closing your eyes, you sent your shadow to grab your stash and begin fixing tea and snacks. You would need to go easy on the caffeine until your heat was over- hydration was everything.

As your shade set to working in the kitchen, you closed your eyes and simply listened to your mate breathing. How he soothed your frazzled senses. You really didn’t want to send him away. Leaning in, you breathed in his scent and felt heat rise in your cheeks.

‘Fuck, time to think of something else,’ you worked to focus your mind on something… anything other than the warmth of his skin against yours, the sharpness of the claws that grazed your hips occasionally as he resettled. ‘Fucking stop woman!’

Raising your free hand to rub at your temple, you stifled the groan threatening to escape and accepted the box your shade handed you, wicked knowing smirk on their lips. You shooed them back to their tasks and pointed at the stash; the box opened and a blunt rolled itself. You picked it up once it was ready and brought it to your lips, your lighter rising to light it for you. How wonderful it was to have magick at your disposal.

Sleepy coral eyes blinked open as you blew smoke away from his head- well, at least you had tried not to wake him. Nuzzling and placing a soft kiss to your chest, Alastor let out a cute yawn and flared his nostrils as he sniffed at you. “Interesting…” he spoke to himself, fully resembling a scientist making a new discovery.

“What is, my heart?” You smiled softly down at the adorable demon on top of you and took another hit before offering the blunt to him. He took your offering and considered his thoughts for a moment before speaking.

“Well my dear, I’m guessing your heat is in effect. You have a scent of blood and that lovely spice that has mixed with your normal scent, only it’s… warmer. It is… most pleasing… incredibly enticing…”

With a heated gaze, your mate leaned over and kissed you, letting you breathe in his smoke as your tongues met. Oh now that was just plain unfair! You whined into the kiss, and Alastor responded in kind, the claws of his large hand scraping your scalp as he pulled you closer, hips bucking against your leg.

“You are cruel, my lovely mate…” you groaned as you clenched your thighs together- Lucifer, you wanted him to chase you down and fuck you into the dirt of that little bayou you’d made him, race through a forest together hunting any prey you could find, hunker down in your proverbial den and mate until you died from sheer ecstasy.

“Oh I’m not teasing, my vixen. I’m offering,” he spoke low, nipping at your jaw as you struggled to think. “And I would wholeheartedly accept, if you weren’t grievously angelically injured right over your heart, my stubborn buck,” you teased, grinning at him with an evil gleam in your eye.

Alastor growled in frustration, but relented with one last peck to your lips before pulling away to stare at you. “You would accept me in your den… if I were healed?”

Your heart seized at the sweet hopeful gaze your mate was giving you and you cupped his cheek, rubbing your nose against his. “Yes, my heart. A thousand times yes. I simply don’t wish to pester you with my excessive… drive. I can be quite demanding and needy when in heat, so I typically spend it with myself.”

Alastor cocked his head, and you rubbed an ear the way he liked. “So when dear Angel inquired as to whether you’d be filming…”

You nodded in affirmation, “I call the series ‘In The Shadow of a Vixen’. Not the most inventive title, I confess, but I’ve released a good seven films of my heat- all staged and shot by yours truly.”

Radio static flared as those cute ears pricked to attention. Giggling at the adorable reaction, you captured his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Alastor sighed into your mouth and pressed his body closer. “I will be back, my little mate,” he growled out. In a swirl of shadow he was gone, and you felt the loss instantly.

With a soft sigh, you curled up and reached for the remote on the bedside table, flipping the television on to scroll through options. You felt like a good romcom, and decided on, “Cloaca Confusion.”

Your shade zoomed in a while later, bearing meaty treats, chocolate brownies, and jasmine tea. Oh how spoiled you were! With a happy whine, you nuzzled gratefully into their neck, and they chittered back to you, ‘my precious other.’ Placing the tray on the space beside you, they swirled around you and snuggled you happily- a good provider, a good mate. Truly, self-love at its finest.

“Thank you, dear one. This looks delicious,” you said, accepting the fried bacon they held to your lips. Perfectly crunchy! Humming at the flavor, you settled into your shade and enjoyed your movie.

The night was blissfully uneventful, eating, smoking and watching movies. Romcoms, comedy horrors, even a few revenge horrors! A lovely evening that left your emotional batteries fully charged as you fell into a gentle slumber. You should have asked Alastor to leave his coat for you- his scent was there, in your blankets and pillows, but a coat would have been much better.

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When next you woke, your underwear was absolutely soaked, and you moaned as you rubbed your thighs together. Your shade warbled around you and slid their hands over your stomach, laying a palm flat over your womb as they nibbled at your neck in affection. Oh Satan, how you wished for your mate to fill you. You wanted his scent to surround you as he drove into you. You wanted those crimson eyes to devour you; hell, you wanted those sharp fangs to devour you- to rip your flesh and swallow it while you watched.

Growling against your throat, your shade parted your legs and pressed their mound into you, eliciting a wanton groan as you met their thrusts. You felt their body growing over you and between your slick folds, your panties rubbing over your clit as their phallus pushed against your entrance. With a screech, you snapped your clothing off and wrapped yourself around your shadow, biting into the dark shoulder above you. You were needy and selfish as you rutted against your lover, and they were happy to indulge you.

You screamed into their shoulder as they thrust roughly into your wet heat. Your body was alight, sparking with pleasure everywhere your skin connected.

“Mmmnn… haah… yes. Yes. Fuck, yes! More, please!”

Screaming and screeching in need, you lost control of your mind as a lusty fog drifted you into blissful ecstasy. How you loved your shadow, and everything they did for you, always there beside you, vigilant and thoughtful. Ready to tend to every need you each felt. Your pleasure was, quite literally, their own- they knew what you wanted, because that was their desire as well.

You felt the shadow’s phallus swelling within you, stretching your muscles as you clenched and pulsed around them. They snarled and bit into the flesh of your shoulder as they stilled, phantom knot forcing you locked together. You cried out as you squirted around your other, arching your back as your body tensed in release.

Panting and whining, you wriggled your hips. More… you needed more. Your shade drug their tongue along your neck and rocked into your wet cunt as they adjusted the size of their knot for you. You couldn’t help but wish for your radio demon. You wanted him to know you were thinking about him during your separation.

Flipping you over as they pumped into you, your shadow grabbed your tail and ripped it from your body. You screamed as the next orgasm hit, your mind going blissfully blank from the combination of pain and pleasure, your body falling limp to the mattress as your shade rode out their own end.

Your cunt pulsed around the phantom knot of your other, and you shivered with each aftershock, soft mewling moans leaving your kiss swollen lips. The open wound from your tail throbbed, and your shade pressed their claws into it as they kissed along your shoulder blades. Your body twitched and jerked, the overstimulation blinding as you lost consciousness.

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You weren’t certain what day it was, and as you sank into the warm water of your bathtub, you tried to break through the haze of heat to figure it out. Why in the seven circles had you scheduled that stupid provider meeting right smack dab in the middle of your season? How had it so completely slipped your mind? You would need to ask Anita to push it back, or perhaps you could just send an email out to everyone? Lucifer, had you become the person that sets a meeting for something that could have just been an email?

With an annoyed huff, you dipped your head under the water and scrubbed the sweat from your hair. This heat was taking its toll; you had barely eaten anything, your shade needing to force you to drink. Even now, as sore as you felt, you slipped your fingers between your folds, over and around your swollen clit with soft, noiseless moans that bubbled around you.

Pinching a nipple, you let out more breath as you worked your clit. The loss of air singed your lungs, and you bucked your hips in tired ecstasy, your fingers sliding past your tight muscles to pump another orgasm from you. Idly you were grateful for already being in the tub, squirting into the water as your body convulsed and you snarled, claws piercing your breast.

Your eyes opened wide under the water when you felt your mate shadowing in close by, most likely the bedroom. Why had he come? Didn’t he understand you when you explained how needy you would be? Did he truly wish to tend to you? You felt a surge of guilt for what was about to come (pun fully intended). You hated needing to be taken care of- something you still desperately needed to work on in therapy.

Looking up, you saw a murky visage of your darling step into your line of sight to stare down at you. You should probably surface; you really needed to breathe. Releasing a bubbling growl, you steeled yourself and rose slowly, pushing your hair back as it floated around you. You waited a moment before taking in air, when his fresh scent hit, your legs went weak and you screeched for your mate.

Shadow danced and swirled around you as Alastor formed in the water, his clothes instantly soaking as your mate swept you in his arms with a responding bellow, crushing his lips against yours. The feel of his warmth against you was unlike any other, and as you wrapped your legs around his waist, Alastor snapped his clothing off and pushed you into the wall of the tub.

Breaking the kiss, your eyes sought his chest, an elated whine of joy leaving your throat when you saw a healed scar. Tears filled your eyes and you nuzzled into the fluff around the scar. “Thank you, my heart,” you cried and whined as you wriggled against him. He wasn’t hard, but he didn’t need his cock to please you- there were so many things to do that required zero dick, and he was well versed in your body.

“Anything for you, my vixen. I should have done it sooner. I will admit, our tiny king is not as bad as initially thought,” he replied, his eyes glowing down at your display.

Tilting your head to look up at him slyly, “Is the Radio Demon making a new friend?”

Alastor snorted at that, kissing your forehead as he pressed himself into you. “I wouldn’t go that far, but let’s say he’s not an enemy,” he replied. “He understands quite well what it is to miss one’s love.”

Cooing and nuzzling against his neck, you raised your head in ask, and he eagerly granted his kiss. Your lips met and your body lit up. With a licentious keen, you rubbed your wet cunt over his stomach, and he growled into the kiss and nipped at your bottom lip.

His hands and tentacles were all over you, and as he thrust a limb into you, you screamed into his mouth. He took full advantage, tongue invading as he savored your noises. Oh how you had missed your darling. He enfolded you entirely in his essence, shadow nipping and licking your shoulder and neck as they pulled Alastor’s tentacle from you.

You whined in need, and Alastor and his shade responded to the call with loving ferocity. The shadow thrust their cock into you, and you saw stars.

“Oh, fuck yes! Al, please. I need it, I need it… need— haah!”

Alastor sank his fangs into your throat and held you in place as his shadow rut into you. You heard the shade chittering and growling as they wrapped their lower body around your hips, adjusting their shape and size as they pounded into you- figuring out your body for themselves. “Such a good little mate,” they chirped against your sensitive ear.

You screeched and Alastor moaned against your throat, releasing his fangs and licking the blood that spilled easily with the lapping water. He rose his head to watch you, eyes filled with love as his deft fingers glided over your clit.

“Alastor… oh my love, yes! Right there! Aah!” You were so close… muscles clenching and pulling at the phantom cock of your lover. “Need it… need… knot…”

Your own shade came away and wrapped around Alastor’s with an amorous chirp. Alastor’s shadow swelled around you, within you as they listened to your shade telling them exactly what you wanted.

Alastor crashed his lips against yours and slid his palm around and against your clit, pressing against your pubic bone as you bucked against your lovers. Such exquisite ecstasy! Claws, teeth, skin. Oh how lovely that skin looked covered in your bloody slick. You felt Alastor’s shadow working to push a swollen knot into your opening and you screamed into your mate’s mouth.

Where were your hands? Your legs felt nonexistent as you floated and rocked against your lovers. The knot pushed in and your mind blanked, body tensing, pushing and pulling all at once. The last thing you noticed before losing consciousness was the soft kisses your mate peppered over you as he took care of you.

Darkness took your mind and you were so very comfortable. You had no need to worry about anything as you leapt happily into dreamland, your mate’s soft voice reassuring and oh so lovely.

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Waking was a difficult task, and you groaned at the stiffness in your muscles. Arms tightened around you as your mate snuffled into your hair with a whine.

“What do you need, my vixen?” His voice was so sweet, eager to care for his needy mate.

Stretching your entire body with a wide yawn, you worked to answer his question. “Hmm… hungry for something, but not sure what. Let’s start with a smoke, shall we?”

Nuzzling his cheek into yours before kissing it, Alastor snapped his fingers and handed you a lit blunt. His shadow slithered off and your own shade chased, chittering amorously and nipping at their partner as they left the room. You chuckled at how cute your shade acted around the other. So incredibly adorable!

Taking in a long hit, you held your breath to soak in all the relief you could before letting it go. You felt so spoiled, snuggled up to your darling, who seemed eager to tend to any whim.

Coughing a bit, you noticed how dry your throat was, and before even asking, a glass of water appeared in front of you as Alastor took the blunt. You accepted with a sheepish smile, ears drooping at the attentive care. You knew Alastor was a romantic by now (at least with you), but the sweet way he looked at you as he took care of you set your tail to thumping. Such a wonderful mate!

Setting your water on the bedside table, you leapt onto your darling, startling the demon as he held the blunt away from your hair. Whining and yapping happily, you nuzzled your cheeks against any skin you found and wriggled your entire body against his, tail thumping on the mattress.

Alastor cooed and laughed at your display, snapping the blunt away and wrapping his arms around you. Your mind felt hazy as you snuggled him, taking in his musky scent- he smelled like safety, like love and joy. He was home.

“What day is it?” Your question earned a chuckle as Alastor peppered kisses over your hair and face. You closed your eyes, tail wagging as you soaked in his affections. Between kisses, your darling hummed as he thought.

“We can make certain, but I believe it’s Sunday around 3 o’clock. Is there anything that you needed done?”

You softened, your heart swelling with love. “I had scheduled a meeting with those providers on Tuesday, but I think I may give my therapist a call to either reschedule or give her the information so she can do the presentation. Ugh, it’s hard to think,” you rubbed at your face, and your mate cooed, resuming his kisses to your cheek, your nose and your lips.

You felt as though you were still floating, sighing against his mouth as he slid his tongue between your lips. With a wanton groan, you hooked your leg over his hip and rolled against him. He responded with a growl, claws dragging along your side before gripping your ass to pull you closer.

You shivered when you felt his cock hardening and pressing against your clit. “Want you,” you whined as your bodies pressed and moved with each other.

“My sweet little mate,” he growled, his body and antlers growing around you. Oh sweet Satan, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly you felt you would die if he didn’t take you right then. Why had he even bothered dressing you? Kind as it was, the clothes were keeping you from that delicious cock.

“Please, my buck… breed me… fill me… I need you…”

Your words earned a debauched moan as Alastor slid his tongue along your throat, nibbling gently as he pushed you on your back and moved lower. You whined and bucked at the loss of contact. You wanted to be surrounded by him. Oh but his breath heating your skin was just lovely.

Alastor’s body was easily twice your size, his eyes bleeding into black as he bit at your breasts, your ribs. Licking a trail to your hip bone, he took a small piece of thigh with a staticky moan.

“Oh, fuck Alastor. More, my buck. Please. Take more. Fuck me. Eat me. I need…”

Were you hallucinating, or was reality itself bending around you? Oh who gives a fuck? He was your world, and you wanted to live in him for the rest of eternity.

Pain and agonizing pleasure hit all at once as teeth ripped a chunk of thigh from you while a tentacle pushed past the muscles of your entrance. “Haah! Yes! Yes!”

His mouth was all over you, and as you watched your buck attend you, you whined and moaned and panted at the sight of him.

Large, gnarled antlers defied physics as they caged you, and you grabbed hold of them, running your tongue over the rough texture and arching your back to rub your sensitive breasts against them. Alastor snarled and nipped at your drenched mound before he was lost to you. His tongue replaced the tentacle that was fucking you, and the environment around you completely altered. Static filled the air, and you watched your mate devour your bloody slick. He was a man starved, offered a five star dinner. He licked slowly, bit at your labia, sucked your swollen clit and licked along your glistening slit, only to shove his tongue back in to fuck more nectar from you.

Ecstasy. Heavenly- no, infernal euphoria. Your body was alight with desire, pleasure and pain as you cried and screeched and bucked. That tongue was pure perfection, those red dial eyes pure fire, those claws… “Satan, you drive me to madness, you beautiful creature,” your demon growled as he stared you down, nipping at your labia one last time before rising to cover you.

He’d grown even larger, almost thrice your size as a large hand wrapped completely around your waist and yanked your body down. Looking down, you screeched in need- he was magnificent, rock hard and dripping with precum.

“Love me, my heart. I need you,” you whined and arched into his larger frame, gliding your claws along his chest as you breathed him in.

“Forever, mon cœur…” came the reply, and he was inside you. Oh how sweet it was, that burning stretch.

Your head flung back against the mattress and you screamed. Fuck, you didn’t need a knot, the sheer size your darling had grown to completely filled you. Your sensitive cunt squirted over your lover and he snarled at the pulsing pressure of your body around his cock, his own body rigid as though holding himself back.

“More, Alastor… don’t— mmn… hold back. I want it all, my monster. Use me. I’m yours, my buck. My mate,” you nuzzled as your body twitched in its release.

Alastor whined above you, his cock twitching inside you. “You cruel, wonderful, twisted woman. I’m going to ruin you, my little Vixen…”

Then he was moving inside you as his shadows swallowed you both up, and you were in the bayou you’d made him. He pressed himself entirely within you and you keened. Delicious…

Sliding his other hand under your head and shoulders, your darling pulled you up to straddle his large hips as he crouched. “Mine…” came the distorted growl of your lover as he began to pull you slightly off his drenched cock, moaning at the bloody slick covering him. “Perfect…”

He slammed you back down onto him and you screamed in pleasure, wriggling and circling your hips as best you could with his hands the only things holding you. You nuzzled a large finger and bit, rubbing your hands over your breasts to squeeze at your nipples.

Alastor’s dial eyes flickered and switched down at you as he worked you over his cock, that sweet, mad love shining as he savored your pleasure. Leaning his large head down, he slid his tongue along your joined bodies, eliciting desperate whining as your pussy clenched around him. Quickening his pace, you felt the swell of his cock as he pulsed within you.

Clenching his eyes shut, Alastor forced your body as far onto him as he could and ground against you. You screamed and latched on to your mate as he spent himself, biting him, aggressive and needy as you rubbed yourself on him. You were coming again after the second pulse of seed hit, and you bit harder, grinding your teeth as your tail whipped. Good luck getting you off of the demon, you were completely attached, as much as you could be. This man was yours, and you had staked your claim many a time.

You hadn’t heard the bellow your mate released when you bit him, your brain was on fire as you worked through your orgasm. Such wondrous sensations!

You panted and purred as your bodies pulsed together, as though one large, beating heart. Slowly, Alastor shrank back to his normal size, and his shadows brought you back to bed as you snuggled and soaked in the afterglow. Rubbing your face into his neck, you sighed happily, “you’re amazing, my darling. Thank you so much for taking care of me,” you spoke, your heart full of love for the demon beside you.

With a happy bleat, Alastor squeezed you and nuzzled your hair, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving you to sit up.

“I believe I heard someone say they were hungry.” He smiled down at you, and you saw your shades slink in holding a tray of your favorite treats. Oh, how spoiled you were!

Your body broke into a happy puppy wiggle, and you yelped happily. “I am the luckiest demon in Hell! Thank you so much, my darlings!”

You would have to thank Lucifer. This was turning out to be the best heat you’d ever experienced!

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Can I request a Hunter x reader fic where they have a knife throwing contest? (You can choose who wins)

cool request! I'm down!

Decided to do a little flirty thing between a badass female reader and our sexy sargent. Note for everyone that requests me something; if you want speficically a female male or neutral reader do tell me! If not I'll jump to whatever I feel.

Hope you like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"A SHARP SMILE"

TBB REQUESTS –HUNTER/F READER 📩💖🔥

WARNINGS: PUBLIC KNIFE THROWING CONTEST, SEXUAL TENSION&SUGESTIVE (BUT NO SMUT), FLEETING MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL AND A SINGLE FLEETING REFERENCE TO PROSTITUTION.

Hunter carefully watched another round of the knife throwing contest develop in front of his eyes. Cid's Salon had been experiencing a drop in it's sales for quite a few weeks now; and after Tech's comment on how announcing special shows or activities could be an adecuate solution to such a problem, the Trandoshan had oficially inaugurated "Friday's Knife night". Tech had pointed out he had been alluding more to a special drink's discount or karaoke night; but Cid had waved an impatient hand at that, and claimed Ord Mantell didn't catter to the same "Coruscant's sweethearts". Hunter could only agree. The idea of the citizens in Ord Mantell singing a ballad was... Something.

The contestants were good for normal everyday people standards. Most of the knifes always ended up properly stuck to the wood board; though only a few of the participants were skilled enough to hit the borders of the –one round human, another round twi'lek, and so on– black siluete. He could tell who tried just for fun and who had had to use knifes before to defend themselves. None were good enough to match Hunter's seasoned abilities, though; which was the reason why he had comformed himself to remain a silent spectator instead of an active participant.

Almost an hour later, Cid announced the last contest of the night. Hunter studied everyone who payed the fee and wrote their names –and identifications– down on the list; wondering if he should just play in this last chance. There was nothing that ruled him out. He could inscribe himself and win the price; Omega could do with a new set of clothes, as she was outgrowing her current one quite fast. Hunter gulped down the leftover of his drink and patted Echo's shoulder; making his way towards the line.

Upon seing him, Cid rolled her eyes.

"Gonna double that bet, Broody?" she tempted him.

Hunter nodded with a shrug.

"That way I might be able to pay the exagerated fee you'll probably request from us next time" he smiled falsely sweetly, signing his name and turning to walk away towards the wood board.

Cid glanced at you waiting patiently on the line and smirked. Oh, was Broody in for a surprise.

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You silently studied your competition. You needed to repair your bike and you were confident on winning that price. The bet was higher than the rounds before as well; the first place just had your name written on it. Plus, half of the participants were already embriagated at this point of the night. It wouldn't be too difficult, or so you hoped.

There were some new faces and some regulars. Your mind quickly divided the participants into three groups; real competition, like Raak –a duros you have had the bad luck to fight against with more than once in the past–, complete drunk disasters, and strangers you weren't really sure were to place that could be a potencial surprise. Like the male human clad up with heavy looking armour as if he was ready to jump on on an open battlefield anytime now; your eyes quickly detecting a vibroblade hidding in a compartment on his thigh. The guy certainly cut an intimidating figure; broad shoulders and trained muscles moving under his armour. His long hair –pushed back and away from his tattood face with a red bandanna across his forehead– didn't sweeten his looks; he still looked... A spicy kind of dangerous.

The corner of your lips inevitably tugged upwards. You've always had a nick for this kind of men; men who could ruin you but who you quickly put into place.

Right then and there, his eyes flickered over the room; quickly landing on yours, almost as if he could feel your stare.

You arched an eyebrow in half surprise, half amusement, and half defiance. Well, wasn't he some kind of well trained soldier or mercenary perfectly aware of his surroundings... You almost wished he could make you a run for your money; give the night some exciting real competition.

Your perspective on such a handsome attractive man would forever be tainted if he just made a dissapointing mess of his knife throws. Just in case he didn't, you threw him a quiet side smile.

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Hunter's eyes couldn't help but bore into the female stranger; watching without missing a beat how the woman carefully picked up a knife from the table of possibilities offered by Cid. She slowly examined the weapon, turning it around in her hand patiently; studying it's shape and weight while ignoring the muttering and impatient calls from the crowd around them.

She seemed to nod to herself and he took in the way she positioned herself in front of the wood board; stance impecable with her body slightly turned to the right side, fingers gripping the shiny end with just the needed amount of strength. With just that and the way she concentrated on the siluete –not her hand–, and how she retracted her right arm back before quickly throwing her knife forward, Hunter already knew she had done an good job. Still, he couldn't help but feel surprised at the precision with which the knife got stuck to the center of the chest markings on the twi'lek black siluete; and how she swiftly and calmly abandoned her stance as if it was nothing.

For the second time that night, the pretty woman catched his eye and arched her eyebrow towards him; as if she were asking him a silent "there, that's my shot. What about yours?".

Hunter's hand confidently grabbed a sturdier knife from the table and got into position. He was... Intrigued, for now; but he'd show her how it was done.

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You couldn't help but feel a tingle of excitement and arousal at such a sight. The man –you have discovered his name was Hunter, appropiate for the way he moved and watched– is definitely not a dissapointment of any kind. Round after round, he had matched you outstandingly well; all of his knifes hitting the exact center of the targets, not letting you stand ahead of him for a single point. He glances at you each time he finishes a throw now too; indulging in your little game and warming up the blood in your veins. It has been a while since you felt this attracted to someone; more so with him being a total stranger.

When it's the other participants time to throw –Raak following the two of you closely behind– he casually stops besides you; his eyes never leaving the contest in front of you.

"How' you learnt to throw like that?"

His voice is deep and slightly husky. Oh, this couldn't get any better.

You keep your wits together regardless of your thoughts and reply just as nochalant.

"Life has a strange way of throwing shit at you" you answer, arms crossed in front of your chest, eyes on the board. "I prefer to throw my shit back at her".

He glances down at you, and you can't help but smirk quietly. You know it's vague, but you're not about to spill all your secrets. He'll have to work with that.

"What about you?" You ask back, this time letting your eyes drive up to his dark amber ones. "You gonna tell me you know your way around a knife like that just by being a model Ord Mantell citizen?"

He hums non-comitally, eyes boring into yours. You have to force yourself not to fidget at such intensity. He really is something.

"Thought my outfit gave it a way" he humours you.

It pulls a smile on your face. Yeah, he's not giving away unnecessary information to potencially dangerous strangers either. Well, at least he's smart and has a sense of humour; you'll give him that.

"Last round, handsome" you push your luck and teasingly move your very fingertips along his shoulder and down to his arm. He squints his eyes at you and you grin up to him innocently. "Better not get distracted".

Hunter hums and moves to pick up his last knife.

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The man has, once more, impecably hit all of his knifes on each center of the human siluete target. You only have to repeat the same and you'll both split the price; it's not ideal, but you'll have just enough to fix your bike with the savings you've been keeping this past month.

After picking your knife up, you glance at him one last time. Maybe as a way of saying goodbye. If he's a sore looser, or if he simply doesn't want anything else to do with you, this would probably be your last time of enjoying the sight of such a specimen.

You don't expect to see him with his... Daugther, though. It's obvious the way they're related with how the blonde kid looks up at him; chatting up excitedly and the love and admiration she holds for him bright in her wide eyes. He chuckles quietly, slightly bent down towards her, and pats her shoulder affectionately. Behind the girl, three other men have approached the scene too; perhaps equally interested in watching the final wrap up. Perhaps to support Hunter. They're all wearing the same kind of armour; minor alterations, but it's obvious they're a squad of some sort. A family. And they all look at the kid exactly the same way.

You glance at her, and then down at the knife in your hand, a million thoughts speeding through your head. You haven't had the easiest of childhoods. War is all you remember for a big part of your life; your teens spent running away. You had been forced to adapt to the cruel ways of the galaxy very quickly; and with the options being either becoming a prostitute or an assassin, you had made the choice that finished moulding the person you are today. You're not proud; but you're not exactly regretful either. There are a few deaths you always carry in your conscience; but you mostly only accepted the requests you hand-picked yourself, so you've kinda done your part wiping your corner of the galaxy from scum. Not the prettiest of jobs, and certainly not one you would go proudly announcing around; but life's life. You'd like this kid to have an easier one; and by the way her family are head to toes covered in armour, ready to fight ay any given second, you're guessing it hasn't been going exactly that way til this point in time.

You catch Hunter's eyes staring at you. Your heart beats faster inside your chest. Your hand tingles.

You turn towards the target. You calmly position yourself. You take a deep breath; and then, your last knife flies to the target.

Laughs and cheers errupt around you. The blonde kid smiles.

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"Here you go, Broody" grumbles Cid, reluctantly pushing the pile of credits into Hunter's opened hands.

Hunter smirks.

"Bet all against me, huh?" he asks, inevitably happy.

Cid gives him the side eye.

"Well, my pockets would be full if my girl there didn't succumb to your supposedly good looks" she quotes with her hands, then roles her eyes. "I never quite understood the hype for humans anyway".

The Trandoshan walks away, still muttering a hundred of insults and dissapointed comments. Hunter doesn't feel a tad of guiltyness; Cid might not have won the bet, but she had definitely made good money on Tech's idea. The salon had been to the brim, drinks flowing around constantly. She really can't complain.

Hunter leaves the earned credits with his brothers and then turns to scan the lingering crowd. He quickly finds you talking to another participant near the entrance of the Salon. He excuses himself from his family and walks towards you.

You quickly wrap up your conversation with Raak with a forced smile, and once the Duros has reluctantly walked away, you turn to the approaching figure with a honest one.

"Ah, the man of the night" you chirp, roaming your eyes ever him quickly. "Got all those credits in a safe place?

Hunter glances back at Wrecker.

"Don't think anyone's gonna try to steal from him" he answers in good humour, and you nod in agreement.

You've never seen a human that big.

Hunter studies you quietly for a pair of seconds; then tilts his head.

"I admit the knife in the crotch was a good dramatic ending" he comments, then asks genuinely "Why did you let me win?".

You hum and take a look back at his family.

"Kid's cute. She yours?" You directly ask in return.

Hunter smiles.

"Sister" he explains. "More like an adopted daugther, now, though".

You can see the love he holds for her as well in the way he speaks and his features soften.

"Well, I've done some bad things in the past, but I still got a heart" you explain, trying to sound casual. Vulnerability is not often showed in planets like this. "You probably need those credits more than me".

Hunter is surprised; both by your reasoning and the fact that you're admiting it out loud to him. People aren't usually that honest and... considerate here. Or in the majority of places in the galaxy. This... Doesn't really match the idea of this dangerous –though sexy– woman he has in his head. This suddenly makes you more... human.

"What were you going to do with the price?" He asks, curiously.

You shrug.

"Repair my bike. I can usually do it myself, but I can't seem to find the problem this time".

Hunter hums. He doesn't take his eyes off of you.

"One of my brothers knows his way around mechanics pretty well. Maybe he could take a look at it, no need for extra payment."

That's sweet. You nod and smile up at him.

"I'd appreciate it".

You fill yourself with courage and take a tempting step towards him; right hand gently travelling upwards to rest in his chest plate.

"Now, why don't you follow me home for the night, mm? We can take a look at my bike tomorrow. Whatcha say?".

Hunter's turned on just by the fact you have been the one to ask. He has certainly had his fair number of situationships in the past; but he usually always have to be the one to make the first move. This time, however, he seemed to have catched your eye since the start; and you're decided to see this attraction through. He likes that, a woman that is self-assured and knows what she wants. He's happy it's him for this night.

He exchanges a glance with one of his brother's –the one with the headseat and the scomp– and then makes a polite gesture with his hand. He smirks playfully. You already know you'll be having a good time.

"Lead the way, mesh'la".

THE END.

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Wohooo! This spicy little one was so much FUN to write! I hope you all liked it as well, specially the user that requested it.

I'll publish a Tech Mermay long oneshot TODAY AS WELL; and the next one planned will be a Wolffe one.

Stay tunned!

Xx,

Sky.

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[sensitivebellybutton]

A Guide to Navel Pleasure Part 3: Partner Play

Hiya!

It's all well and good making yourself bite your pillow playing with your own belly button, but what about the fateful day you find yourself about to indulge in a totally different person's navel?

FEAR NOT!

I have returned from the shadows to give you some ideas for how to make that special someone reach heaven through their belly button. Remember, this is all about COMMUNICATION and understanding. What's written here is largely subjective to my own belly button, so if something doesn't work don't worry! It's just as fun experimenting with belly buttons.

Firstly, you two need to get in the mood...

PART 1: LETS GET READY-READY

- If you plan on switching roles, make sure both of you are wearing appropriate belly button clothing. Otherwise, ensure your sub is dressed in something that fully exposes their tummy and belly button.

- Have a good, long discussion about your belly buttons and what works best in a solo environment. Do they have an innie or an outie? Do they enjoy a little bit of pain? Can they navelgasm? Are they comfortable with any other supplementary play (like nipples?).

- Have a photoshoot! Like I said in the last post, taking pictures of your belly button sets the mood in a uniquely sexy way. Get all their good angles, take close-ups, point out on the photos where you're going to ravish them...

Hot and bothered? Good. Grab a pen, it's doodling time <3.

PART 2: SPELLING BEE

I got inspired for this technique @buttonpics, and it's feels insanely good. You can do this one solo too, but doing it with a partner adds a whole other dimension, as you'll see.

- Lie your sub down, their belly button exposed and their knot ready.

- Now, softly plant the pen on their chest, letting them feel the cool point, and start to gently glide it down their tummy. When you reach their navel, skirt AROUND it slowly and go all the way to their waistline. Then, go back up, once again avoiding their belly button. You dont want them getting what they want right away, do you?

- Repeat the above step two or three times, or until you feel they're ready. The next time you reach their belly button, start to gently move the penpoint onto their navel rim and softly trace it, making sure to keep it firmly on the outside.

- As they more and more desperate, verbally begin counting down from 10. With each number, inch the pen a little deeper into their navel, still circling. By 1, let your pen dip onto their knot.

- Here's the fun bit: I want you to pick a couple of words in your head. It could be "belly button" or "navel" or "subby button" or whatever. Let your sub know that you have a word in your head, and they are to try and guess what you're spelling out.

- When drawing each letter, make sure you REALLY over-do it. For example, if writing the letter B, draw that first line up agonisingly slowly, then that first and second curve should be hitting as many folds on their knot as possible. Every letter should be exaggerated, making the navel-owner an absolute mess 😈.

- Give your sub little hints as you're writing, because it's quite hard to think straight when your sensitive belly button is being stimulated in such a way. Don't be too hard on them if they don't get it, this is all about making them feel as good as possible.

You can also do this same exercise with shapes, which has the bonus of you being able to colour it in when you're done (thinking about how that feels makes me 🤯)

PART 3: NAVELINGUS

The holy grail of belly button play, the thing that all owners of erogenous navels hope to experience one day, it's belly button licking. Done right, this can be probably the most incredible feeling. Therefore, it's important we get it right!

You may want to give it a good clean before diving in with your tongue, refer to Part 1 of this series for how to get them shuddering with a Q-tip. Also, make sure that your sub is either wearing a short enough top that it won't get in the way of your head, or no top at all. It's just an annoyance otherwise.

- Their whole stomach is your canvas. With your mouth you can lick, kiss, nibble, bite and suck. That's a lot of different sensations, so we're going to use all of them.

- Firstly, you're going to give their tummy as much gentle love as you can. Nibble adoringly up their sides, lick across their lower stomach, deeply kiss their middle while holding their hand, whatever feels right in the moment. Consider their navel a reward for sitting so still and being so good while you pleasured their belly, and only give it to them when they're ready.

- Once again, the rim is your first port of call. Start with a wide, flat tongue on their lower stomach and lick upwards, transitioning to a pointed, sharp tongue as you begin orbiting their navel. The immediate area around their belly button should be glistening with saliva. Another good move is to gently bite on their navel rim, your top teeth digging just a bit below the rim while your bottom teeth lightly graze their stomach.

- Your tongue isn't as precise as many of the tools you will have been used to using, so don't worry as much about targeting small folds and dimples. It also means you can't really tease their walls the same way you would with a pen or toothpick, so when you feel it's right to dip your tongue inside, feel free to do so.

- The motion that is right will be different for everyone, but for me personally up-down motions work a bit better than a swirling motion simply because it stimulates that central knot so much better. However, others may find that swirling motions are better because they're more sensitive around the edges of the knot, for example. This is your time to experiment with what your partner enjoys. If you hear panting, whimpering or any of the other tell-tales signs of pleasure, keep going.

- Suckling is a great one too. Softly absorbing their knot into your mouth lets you run your tongue around the underside of the knot, an area rarely explored and may get quite an explosive reaction. Slowly suckling for a while is also a great way to rest your tongue for a bit without letting up on the naveljob.

- It's possible that your partner will climax while you lick them. If they start telling you they're going to cum or you suspect they may be close, KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! No speeding up, no changing direction or technique, just keep it as it is. Keep licking through their orgasm too for maximum brownie points.

And that just about does it! I haven't got the most time in the world to write these so it's not as full of content as I may have liked, but I hope you enjoyed reading anyway! I'm considering combining all my current guides into a big google doc (plus loadss more) as one big belly button manual hehe, so stay tuned for that!

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Cowboy

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 3.3k

Includes- Fluff, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms

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J POV

My mouth drops as I watch San dance, hip thrust and body roll to Psy's That That

He told me he's dressing as a cowboy for this performance and asked me to come to the award show to watch him from ATEEZ's viewing/dressing room

He was so excited for this and the huge smile on his face confirms how much fun he's having

And I'm having fun watching him

Fun and horny

The leather vest showing his abs is so hot, the cowboy hat he's wearing contrasting his sexiness with cuteness

San has always had that duality that has driven me crazy in our eighteen years of friendship

How he's able to turn his sexiness on and off is a special power I have never figured out nor have I figured out how to be immune to it

I should be

He's my best friend, I grew up with him, saw him be such a freaking dork in school, saw him go through puberty when his voice always cracked, he grew taller and lanky and helped him pop his acne when it appeared

Granted he saw me in my dork years too but he hasn't fallen for me like I have for him

I always knew San was perfect for me

From when I was little, I used to tell him, my mom, his mom, our friends that I was going to marry him when I grew up

No chance of that ever happening

Whatever, it's something I have to deal with alone and in secret

Because I will never breathe a word of my love for him

Never

I keep my eyes on him, getting more and more turned on, my panties wetter every second

When he raises his arms, his vest rides up higher and his abs are out and fuck me, I just want to lick them, kiss them, touch them aaaannnd I need to stop

He throws his cowboy hat in the air with the rest of the idols dancing to the song, a huge smile on his face as the music stops

He is so fucking beautiful it's stupid

He leaves the stage with the other idols and I wait for him to come back

Not that I could go anywhere anyway

They're not allowed to have people come with them to award shows unless it's their girlfriend, of which I am not

So I came as one of their staff

The door opens, San, Yunho and Yeosang coming in, San somehow wearing the cowboy hat he threw

I guess he picked it up on his way off the stage

"Jo, did you see?", San says excitedly as he comes over to me

He's soaked in sweat and I'm getting fucking dizzy wanting him so bad

"I did Sannie. You were amazing", I gush

"Really? You're not just saying that?"

I shake my head, "C'mon San, you know I always tell you when you fuck up"

"Yeah I know", he agrees, "So...was I sexy?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at me, a cute gesture that doesn't take away from the shock of his question

"Do you think ATINYs liked it?"

That one I can answer

"Definitely Sannie"

His smile widens, "Do you think they'll think I'm sexy?"

"Uh yeah San. Of course"

"Are you lying?", he teases

"Sannie", I say, a warning in my voice

"C'mon Jo. Don't lie to me. Remember my fragile ego", he laughs

I snort, "Yes Sannie, they definitely think you're sexy with the way you move your body. And the cowboy thing? They all probably want to ride you like I do"

His mouth drops open but I don't know why

I replay what I said in my head and holy shit what the fuck is wrong with me?

Did I just say that I want to ride him?

What the actual fuck?

"I mean...uh-", I start, scrambling for any excuse or way I can change what I said

"Do you really want to?", he asks, quietly, taking a step closer to me

He's way too close, my heart pounding in my chest and I take a small step back

"Sannie, I don't know what I was saying-"

"But is it true?", he asks, his eyes burning into mine, "Do you want to ride me?"

"I uh...", I trail off, my brain turning off

"Because I'll let you", he says, reaching out, his hand taking mine

The second his hand holds mine, fire races up my arm

What the fuck is going on?

"I want you to", he says softly

He does?

Since when

I must look like a dumbass with my eyes wide and my mouth dropped open but I can't move

I'm just too dumbfounded

His other hand runs through my hair, sending chills down my spine

"Can you?", he asks, "Ride me?"

I feel myself nod because of fucking course I want to

"Get the fuck out", San says loudly, turning his head to the other guys

"Excuse me?", Yunho snaps

"Get out. Everyone. Staff, you guys. Out. And lock the door on your way out"

I don't know how San is looking at them but Yeosang just nods and starts ushering everyone out

I watch Yeosang lock the door, "Don't be too long. You have to come back to the seats", he says, then pulls the door closed

What the actual f-

All thoughts leave my head the second San's lips are against mine

Stars explode in my vision, my body feeling like it's electric, the world falling away until it's just me and San

He kisses me desperately, tongue against mine, his body pressed against mine, almost like he's been waiting to do this as long as I have

His hands slide down my body to my pants, pulling them down

I squeal against his lips, surprised that he seems to be serious about this

Moving his lips to my neck, he murmurs, "Take them off naekkeo. We have to hurry. Not much time"

Oh my fucking god, he's serious

"Please baby", he begs, pulling my shirt up now, "Take my clothes off baby"

That snaps me into action, letting him take my shirt off, then my hands are on his pants, undoing them, pulling them down as much as I can

We both scramble to get out of our shoes and pants, his hands grabbing me and pulling me against him as his lips find mine again

I push his jacket off him then his hands lift me up, my legs wrapping around him

He brings me over to the couch, sitting on it with me in his lap, his cock so hard

His fingers run up my back so softly, undoing my bra, then pulling it off, it joining the pile of clothes on the floor, his hands immediately groping my boobs, his fingers playing with my nipples, flooding my panties even more

I pull his hat off as his tongue plays with mine, dropping it on the floor by the edge of the couch, then snake my hands in his black hair

God, I've waited years to have my fingers in his soft strands, holding on tightly, pulling gently

It's everything I've ever imagined it would be

"Lay down", I murmur in between kisses

His mouth doesn't move from mine as he lays down, taking me with him

I kiss him deeply, not wanting to stop but after a few minutes I gently pull away

We don't have a lot of time

Yeosang can hold everyone back for only so long

Sitting up, I smirk at him, unbuttoning the vest one button at a time

His hands stay locked on my hips, his eyes scanning my body

"Fuck Jo, you're so beautiful", he whispers, "Just like I imagined you'd be"

That makes me pause for a second

He's....imagined me like this?

"Naekkeo please", he begs, "Need you"

That snaps me out of the daze, getting the last button of the vest undone

Pushing it open, I place my hands on his muscular chest, then slowly running them down his body, finally touching him

His skin is so soft, a little wet from his sweat, muscles hard under my palms

My god, he's perfect

"Baby, not enough time", he moans, his hands on my panties, a tearing sound filling the room

He holds up the remains of my panties, smirking before tossing them aside

Jesus, that was fucking hot

I've never had anyone rip my panties off before and the fact that it's San...fuck

Moving off him, I hook my fingers in his boxers, pulling them down and off, as he shrugs out of the vest

I slowly move my eyes up, catching my first glance at San naked

Complete brain shut down

And the total surprising thing?

He's looking at me the same way

There's no way....no way he's looking at me like I'm everything

No way

"Oh my fucking god", he gapes, "You're perfect"

I feel my whole body heat up, not believing he's saying this to me

"You're beautiful Sannie", I tell him

My eyes go to between his legs, widening at his massive dick

God, it's so thick, so hard, leaking cum

He wants me this badly?

"Naekkeo", he whimpers, reaching out for me

I immediately go back to him, climbing in his lap, his hard cock under me

"Please baby. Wanna be inside you so bad", he whimpers

I nod, reaching between us, guiding his cock to my entrance

I sink down on him, his fat cock spreading me open so fucking pleasurably

"Oh fuck", he cries as I take him in inch by inch, his hands gripping my hips so hard, "Naekkeo shit. So tight, fuck, fuck, fuck"

"Sannie", I moan, pushing down hard, my pussy clenching on him, sucking him inside me, "So big Sannie"

I wiggle my hips around, using his cock to open my pussy more

I bottom him out, sitting on his lap, just feeling him inside me, his head against my spot

"Fuck Sannie", I moan, "So good baby"

He nods, biting his lip hard, "So wet baby. God, you feel so fucking good. I knew you'd feel this good naekkeo. I knew we'd be perfect together"

I knew too

I knew he was my one

"I knew too Sannie", I whimper, rocking my hips, rubbing my spot with his head, each pleasurable pass making me tighten around his cock

"Oh my god yes", he moans, "Fuck throbbing so good baby. Squeeze my cock tighter. Fuck"

I do, tightening on him as I lean on his abs

I slide up his length, the feel of his cock dragging through my pussy so fucking blissful

I go all the way to his head then slam myself down, bottoming him out in one go

"Fuck!", we both yell, his fingers digging into my skin, adding to the pleasure

"More naekkeo more", he cries

I bounce on him hard and fast, bottoming him out every move, his head slamming into my spot, throwing me into massive pleasure

"San!", I moan, moving my hands up to his chest, my hips grinding on him when I take him back inside me

"Baby", he cries, his eyes on us, helping me bounce on his dick, "You feel so good. Fuck, creaming my cock so fucking much. God, so pretty"

"Mmm", I nod, moving faster, "Gonna make a big mess on your cock baby"

He nods, panting hard, "Yeah baby, fuck want your mess on me. Please"

Placing my hand on his shoulders, I fuck him harder, watching the moaning mess I'm making him into

He's so fucking gorgeous, his head pushed back on the couch, moans spilling from his beautiful lips, his hair soaked with sweat, pleasure all over his face

I love watching him, happy I can make him feel this good

The more I ride him, the close I'm getting, the feel of his cock so fucking amazing

I've never had sex this good

"Sannie", I whimper, fucking my spot on his head over and over, right there

The next bounce down makes me explode, as I yell his name, coming all over his fat cock, my body shaking on top of him, massive bliss hitting me hard

"Oh my fucking god!", he shouts, slamming me up and down his shaft, "It feels so good! Fuck baby, you're pussy feels fucking amazing, coming all over me"

"Sannie", I whisper, the pleasure tapering off

"Again. One more", he pants, "Please"

I nod, leaning down, pressing a kiss to his soft lips

Then I sit up, reaching over the edge of the couch and getting his hat

Smirking, I put it on, leaning back on his legs, "My turn to be the cowgirl"

His eyes widen, mouth dropping as he nods

I move again, slipping up and down his length, his hands sliding up to my boobs, groping and squeezing

"So fucking pretty", he murmurs, "So fucking gorgeous on my cock naekkeo"

I bite my lip, tilting my head back, his cock moving into me so incredibly

I'm in so much pleasure it's taking over

"Yes baby", he whines, "Little pussy looks so good on my dick. Opening so wide for me"

His hands push my thighs open more, his gaze not leaving my pussy taking his cock

I move my legs, sort of squatting as much as I can, my hands behind me leaning on the couch, riding his cock as hard as I can, making him slam so deeply into me

"Fuck Sannie", I whimper

His hands move to my waist, holding on tightly as he thrusts up into me when I move down, hitting my spot so hard I see stars

"Yes fuck", he growls, thrusting to meet my bounces, both of us fucking each other desperately

"Fuck naekkeo, I'm so deep in you, your tummy bounces every time I fuck into you", he pants, "So pretty" Suddenly intense pleasure hits me hard and I realize that San is playing with my clit

"Oh god", he moans, "You're little clit is throbbing so much. Fuck, wish I could suck on it"

My brain explodes from his words

He can suck on me anytime he wants, I have no problem with that

His thrusts become more erratic, his moans louder, "I can't hold it much longer naekkeo. Please cum for me. Please"

"Yes Sannie", I cry, right there, his head continuously giving my spot so much fucking bliss

The next move has me seeing stars as I squirt all over him, tears running down my face from the sheer ecstasy, his name echoing in the room as my body shakes uncontrollably

Fuck it's almost too much

Almost

"I have to get out!", he yells, "I can't...I can't!"

"Inside", I shout, not able to say much more, the pleasure blinding, "Finish inside"

Fuck, I crave his cum inside me

"Oh fuck!", he cries, his cock throbbing right before his warm sticky cums explodes inside me

"Joanne!", he yells, as he cums and I open my eyes to watch him

My god, he's ethereal, the pleasure on his face ...just stunning

His fingers dig into my hips and I slowly rock on his cock to make it better for him, milking him for all his cum

"Yes naekkeo, yes baby", he murmurs as he finishes, relaxing into the couch

He grabs my hands, pulling me down on top of him

Taking the hat I'm still wearing off, I lay down on him, my head on his chest as his arms wrap securely around me

He gives me a sweet kiss on my forehead, his fingers softly running up and down my back

We stay wrapped together in comfortable silence both of us catching our breath

And cuddling

He's cuddling me and it feels better than I thought it would be

I move my hand to his chest, tracing his muscles and I feel him smile against my forehead

His cellphone ringing shatters the silence as well as the little pretended bubble we were in

Back to reality where he's not mine and this was most likely a one time thing

I move off him, letting him sit up and get his pants

He pulls out his phone, looking at it

"Hongjoong is texting me to get my ass back to our seats"

I just nod, "Yeah ok"

Awkwardness rises as we get dressed, San opting to get another shirt from a hanger instead of putting the vest back on

Right, we're in ATEEZ's dressing room, there's other clothes for him here

Pulling my shirt on, I finish dressing, then sit on the couch

I have no where to go but here until the award show is over

Or maybe I should just go

It's already awkward and I don't want to deal with it

Maybe I could just spend a few days away from him and it'll be better the next time we hang out

I feel the couch dip next to me and I turn to San as he sits next to me

Ok, I thought he had to go

"Are we going to pretend that what happened was nothing?", he asks quietly

I don't know so I can't answer him

"Jo", he says, taking a breath, "I don't know about you, but I've been waiting for something to happen between us. Anything. A kiss. Cuddling. I never expected what we just did but I don't regret it"

"I don't regret it either Sannie", I answer

He nods, "Ok but was it more than just sex for you?"

"I uh-", I start

"Because it was for me", he answers, shocking the hell out of me, "You are all I think about Jo. All the time. I just want you. And now that this happened, I can't let you go without trying"

"Trying?", I ask, wondering what he means

He lifts his head, his eyes on mine, "I love you"

My heart drops to my feet as I process what he said

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers and it feels so right

"I always loved you Jo. Since I could remember. You've always been the one I wanted", he confesses, "I remember you telling everyone you were going to marry me one day. Telling me that to my face"

"Oh god you remember that?", I ask, embarrassed

"I could never forget it", he says softly, "Because I wanted the same thing. Even at that age. And I hope that maybe, if you'd want, it could really happen one day"

"You...you want to marry me?", I gape

He nods slowly, "It's what I wanted since you first told me you were going to marry me, all those years ago. That is, if you want that"

"I do", I blurt, "I love you so much Sannie. It was always you"

A beautiful smile bursts on his face, his hand cupping my face

I lean into his palm, kissing him

"Are you finally mine?"

I smile, "All yours"

"Finally", he sighs

"Yeah finally", I giggle

Pulling me to him, his lips crash into mine in a kiss full of love

I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands moving me into his lap

The kiss deepens, his tongue against mine, holding me as close to him as he can

I'm so fucking happy

I got my Sannie

His cellphone goes off again, making him groan in the kiss

He pulls away softly, leaning his forehead against mine

"Fucking award show"

"It's almost over baby", I tell him

He looks up at me, "Come with me after? I don't want to be away from you so soon"

I nod, "Of course Sannie. I wanna cuddle you all night"

"That would be amazing", he answers

"Good baby", I tell him, giving him a sweet kiss, "Now go before Hongjoong rips you a new one"

He laughs, "Ok naekkeo. You'll wait for me?"

"Always Sannie. Always"

"I love you", he says, looking at me so lovingly

"I love you San"

I give him another kiss, then he's reluctantly leaving the room

And I just smile to myself as I lean back against the couch, waiting for my Sannie to come back

[ladyinwriting18]

The Experiment (Doc Ock x Reader)

Summary: Otto Octavius has come up with a little experiment. Will you be able to prove the doctor's hypothesis correct?

Words: 6,241 Co-Author: simpremerat

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Sex In Lab, Multiple orgasms, spanking, sex toys, PIV, oral (female receiving)

“I expect you in my lab at 10:00pm, little sunbeam. I have so much planned for you, it would be a shame to delay because I have to punish you for being late.” The text from your boyfriend sends you into a tail-spin of questions. Was he surprising you with a night on the town? Or having dinner sent to his lab? Should you dress classy? Sexy? Would there be other people there? You read over his text.

The word ‘punish’ jumps out at you from your cell phone screen. The ominous undertone is impossible to ignore. Otto Octavius isn’t one to pussy foot around. He wouldn’t threaten a consequence if he didn’t plan on keeping true to his word.

Throughout your entire relationship he’s always been very clear and concise with his feelings, wants, and expectations. He’s an excellent communicator which was one of the many aspects that made dating him so easy.

Your heart rate picks up just enough to cause the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Whatever he had planned, it clearly wasn’t going to be your typical dinner date. With this in mind you start getting ready. If Otto had gone out of his way to plan something special for you, then you would dress the part for him. You would make it worth Daddy’s while.

Your hands run over your body as you slip on a new lingerie set. It’s sheer with swirls of lace flower patterns all done in your favorite color. It makes you feel overly feminine and beautiful. Over it you put on a simple black cocktail dress, so as not to ruin the surprise underneath. Stepping into your black heels and adding final touches to your make up, you find yourself anxiously checking the clock. While cheekily showing up a few minutes late sounds enticing, it would surely prolong the surprises of the night. With your mind made up, you lock your front door and make your way down the street in the direction of Otto’s lab.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few blocks away Otto is doing his own last minute preparations. All the while his mind spins with possibilities of what he could do with his pretty princess behind the walls of his lab. The rest of the staff had long since left for the evening, ensuring there would be no interruptions. Thrilling as it might have been to have the threat of discovery hanging over your heads, he wouldn’t share this, or you, with anyone.

He’d already changed out of his normal work attire. Instead of a lab jacket, he wore his leather duster coat. His chest is bare but he wears black pants, and heavy leather boots.

Otto waits by the table that ordinarily serves as a workstation. Well….he supposes in a way it still is. However, it no longer holds his notes and microscope because very soon his perfect girl would be on top of it. Beside it, a tray with an array of toys, all new. He couldn’t have the ‘data’ corrupted by being predictable. You’re always so…curious about his work, and so he came up with an idea for an ‘experiment’. Just. For. You. He glances down at his watch to check the time before flicking his gaze towards the glass double doors at the exact moment you walk in. 

Right on time like the good girl you are. 

The smile that is reserved for only you breaks over his lips, but when he pauses to take you in, his eyes darken with undisguised lust. He would have had the same reaction to you showing up in sweats, but seeing that you had gone out of your way to please him leaves him hard. “Oh sunbeam, you’re perfect.” A content hum follows his words as he closes the distance between you. 

“Hi Daddy. Did I make it on time?” You ask cutely even though you were right on time.

Otto grins at your clear search for praise. He catches your chin in his palm and tilts your face to meet his gaze. His little sunbeam in the palm of his hand. “You did. Such a good girl, doing exactly as Daddy asked and coming to his lab.” His thumb runs over your bottom lip, “And looking so beautiful too. You spoil me, don’t you?” You blossom under his praise and lean into his touch. He makes you feel so good with just a few words and a light touch to your chin. “I’m glad Daddy thinks I look beautiful.” If you wanted to say more, you weren’t given the chance because he inclined his head to claim your lips. The kiss is soft and deceivingly chaste as his mind fills with the image of your makeup running down your face  from yet another orgasm. 

“Forgive the secrecy,” He mumbles against your lips, reluctant to break away. Still he trades the hold he has on your chin for your hand. “But I thought you might enjoy a surprise.”

Your eyes light up at the word. 

Hand in hand, he guides you further into the lab towards the table you usually find him working at. His supplies are gone, and it takes you only seconds to realize he intends to replace it with you.

You aren’t given the chance to voice your realization before the touch of Otto’s lips brush against the shell of your ear so he can murmur into it.

“Daddy wants to show his curious girl his work. A little experiment. Would you like to hear about it?”

He catches a lock of your hair, and twists it around his finger before giving it a soft tug like a bell. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your ear in such a way that you find yourself clenching your thighs together. You nod your head and he continues. “I want to test a hypothesis. I think my Little Sunbeam can give me at least four orgasms tonight while her Daddy uses her like his good, eager little cum slut on his table.” Your knees nearly buckle. Wicked man. Such a wicked man with an even more wicked mind. “Do you think you can prove my hypothesis right?”

His words break you from your thoughts. 

You meet his gaze. The passion in his dark eyes penetrates your soul. You lean in to press the tip of your nose to his. “What does my Doctor need me to do first?”

A grin spreads across his features. Even his metal claws click with excitement. It’s a sin of how effortlessly perfect you are. He chuckled indulgently at your quick agreement and wonders if you’ll keep it once you realize what he has in store. Not that his plans are bad, but he didn’t intend on either of you leaving this lab until you were a wet, dripping mess that was barely capable of coherency. Straightening his spine, he runs a single hand along your side. “First, I need you to hold still.” His hand continues its path, moving up to take hold of the zipper at the back of your dress. He pulls it down until the smooth black material is a dark puddle at your feet. When he catches sight of what lies underneath, his eyes widen. You look over your shoulder to see his reaction to your new lingerie set being revealed to him. You can’t help but giggle at how stunned he seems. Surprising him has always brought you great joy, this moment is no different.

“You are….exquisite, Little Sunbeam.” Otto breathes out, inclining his head to kiss your bare shoulder.

His praise has you nearly wiggle your ass back into him, feeling mischievous. A feeling that quickly fades as large hands make their way up your arms and then around to the front of your body. “Otto,” Your mouth falls open in a moan when his hands cup your breasts. He palms them  while his fingers easily find your nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric of your bra. The lace is so thin that you might as well be naked. Your nipples harden from his touch. He knows your body too well, alternating between pinches and light tugging that leave you squirming in his grasp. 

You can already feel Otto’s hardness pressed into your backside. It only worsens your squirming. Your hands grip at his sleeves while he paws at you.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” The smugness in his voice tells you that he already knows the answer, but still you know he’ll expect an answer. “Yes, Doctor Octavius.”

You swear he purrs at the sound of you using his formal title. “Keep holding still while Daddy helps you onto the table?” You nod and he bends, hooking an arm under your knees and keeping the other around your back so he can lift you off your feet. Even though he had warned you, you still giggle loudly when your feet leave the ground. “Daddy is so strong.” You whisper as nerves bubble in your belly. The two of you had been intimate countless times before, but tonight seems different. More….sexually charged.

You can’t deny that your cunt is already damp behind the lace of your panties. Otto gently sets you down on the table, helping you to lay back before two of his tentacles snaked around him. The cool metal claws glide down your stomach, thighs, and calves. Your body arches to meet their touch. You enjoy the feeling of them just as much as you enjoy the touch of his hands. To you, they are just extensions of the man you love, and therefore a part of him. And like a good girl, you love every part of your Daddy.

The claws lock into place around your ankles and slowly start pulling your legs further apart, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy, concealed only by a scrap of feminine fabric. Your toes curl inside of your heels, as the throb of your cunt becomes stronger. You feel like his toy. Like his personal plaything, all laid out on his lab table. The thought alone is enough to make you want to cum. “Now, Daddy has bought some new things, and he’s going to use them…but first—” He looms over you, bending down to whisper to you, his face hovering just above your own. “First, I want to see if I can make my girl gush all over my face with just my tongue. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Your cheeks flush but you nod without hesitation, and beg for the chance. “Please can I? Can I cum on your tongue?”

“Of course my good girl can.” Otto growls, lips twisting into a smirk as he moves to the end of the table. His claws drag you down towards him so you’re in the perfect position. He runs his hands up your legs, appreciating the smooth warmth of your flesh. When he reaches the apex of your thighs, he traces the pretty lace pattern of your panties, “As lovely as you look in these, they’re keeping me away from what’s mine.”

The sharp sound of ripping echoes throughout the lab. He’s ripped your panties clean off your body, revealing your glistening sex to his gaze. He bends down, releasing a raspy exhale before turning his head to leave kisses on your inner thighs. You whine, bucking your hips off the table. He’s taking his sweet time but you need that skillful mouth of his on your cunt. You continue your impatient movements, struggling within the hold of his claws. But Otto is unphased. He won’t be rushed. A third tentacle moves to press into your lower abdomen. There is something so darkly appealing about the way you squirm for him. The thought that you’re so needy that you can’t stay still. He didn’t have the heart to continue being cruel, so he glides his tongue down to your slit. He groans at the taste of you. “You taste devine my sweet girl.” He explores your depths with his tongue, savoring the taste of you like you were his last meal. You’re about to plead for more, but the words die in your throat the second his mouth wraps around your clit. He sucks at that throbbing, swollen gem of yours, loving the way your thighs shake. His hands latch onto your hips, dragging you closer and holding you just where he wants you. “Mmmhh! F-Fuck, right there!” Your hands grip the sides of the table, knuckles white from how he sucks harder on your clit. You throw your head back since his claws stop you from doing much else. “Feels so good! Don’t stop. Please don’t! You’re s-so good with y-your mouth, Daddy!”

The muscles in your stomach tighten as his tongue steadily works you higher to your peak. His mouth is so warm, wet, and fucking perfect. The pleasure he gives is almost deafening. Your blood pumps through your veins so hard that you swear you can hear it.

You can remember in the beginning of your relationship when Otto was determined to learn every inch of your body. It wasn’t something most men bothered with, but not Otto Octavius . No, he had studied you so he could turn you into the mewling mess you are now.

You’re so close to cumming that you aren’t sure you’ll even get the chance to ask permission before you do, but still you try. “I’m so close to cumming. Please let me cum? Please let your experiment give you her first orgasm?” He can’t drag himself away from your soaked cunt long enough to tell you that making you cum is the whole point. So instead he nods while lapping away at your clit. His permission is a blessing. The moment he gives it you let go and cum hard, gushing all over his face. “Mmmh my good, sweet girl.” Otto moans into you, lapping up every drop his tongue can catch. It’s only when he feels your body still that he gently withdraws. The tentacles on your stomach and ankles slide away as he straightens and walks back to the head of the table. You feel dazed, your mind only having enough function to tell you to refill your lungs with air. A hand runs over your sweat-dampened hair. Your eyes flutter open to find Otto hovering over you with a proud smile adorning his lips. He stares at you as if admiring a piece of fine art. His eyes roam, taking in how incredible you look blissed out. Your face flushed, your hair tousled, your nipples peaked behind the fabric of your bra, your legs spread wide. To him you are a masterpiece. 

“Daddy is so proud of you. You did so well for me. And I know you can do it again, can’t you?” You bask in his praise, not hesitating to answer, “Yes Doctor, I can cum for you again.” “Good, whenever you’re ready, turn over onto your knees with your ass up.” Wanting to give you time he walks over to the tray table and picks a single item from it. By the time he’s turned back around, you’ve already moved yourself into position. Your face and upper body lays flat on the table while your knees are propped up with your back arched, leaving your ass and cunt on full display. A tremor runs through you from being this exposed, but it also feels good to simply obey and forget about everything else. Something catches your eyes, a long black piece of silk dangling from his finger. Your brain quickly registers that it’s a blindfold. “Would you like to wear this for me?” You nod and stay still as he ties the blindfold in place. The world around you goes dark but heightens your other senses. “If you become overwhelmed or need to stop you tell me. Immediately. Is that understood?” 

You’re touched that even after all this time he still takes his time to remind you of the parameters of your dynamic. “Yes Otto.” He hums, pleased by your response. Shortly after, your ears pick up on the sound of his steps walking away and then coming closer again. You can only assume it’s to gather more items. You try to listen for more clues but the only thing you hear is a small thunk of something being placed beside you on the lab table. “Are you nervous about what the Doctor is going to do with his beautiful, cock hungry experiment next?” You aren’t given the chance to answer before he starts running something along your body. It starts at the nape of your neck and travels down your spine. You automatically recognize the touch of leather. It caresses your skin as strands of it fall on either side of your body.. You shake your head and answer him. “I’m not nervous. I want it, want to feel it.” He stops at your backside, letting the handle rest just between your asscheeks. “Then tell me; what do you think this is that I’ve been running along your skin?” He’s certain you know but he wants to hear you say it. “A flogger? Made of leather.” He chuckled indulgently at your accurate guess, tapping the hand of the flogger to the base of your spine. “Clever girl. Yes, a flogger made of leather. Just for you.” You preen under his praise, a smile curling at the corners of your mouth. That is until something is pressed against your nipple. You gasp at the vibrations that instantly cause your nipple to harden. “Do you feel what else I can do to this magnificent body of yours?” You don’t know where the vibrator came from but you don’t care. “Yes Daddy. I want more. Please give me more?” “My poor, pretty little experiment. Already so desperate when the doctor just made her cum.” His tone is soft, a mix of sympathy and degradation. Caught between his desire to pleasure you and make you mad for just the thought of his touch. He moved the vibrator to your other nipple, pressing it down a little harder. Your pleas grow louder and his tentacles stir around him, reacting to his thoughts. You owed him a few more orgasms and he was planning on getting them. Lowering his hand from your nipple, he brings the vibrator down your stomach, circles your navel before bringing it to your clit. Your hips buck back just as the leather strands slap across your backside. You cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure has you gasping. You aren’t sure it can get much better but then the vibrator shifts, sliding through your slick folds and slipping inside.

However the stimulation on your clit isn’t lost, making you realize that the toy he’s using has a second attachment to stimulate your clit and g-spot simultaneously. You cry out his name but it’s cut off by the flogger being brought back down onto your ass. 

His jaw clenches at the sound of it against your skin. “Your skin marks so easily.” Even if it’s faint, just those two strikes left traces of pink across your skin. Small marks of his possession that only left him hungry for more. The leather strands snap across your back. You give a high pitched yelp from the impact. “Fuck! Thank you Daddy! Mark me more Daddy? Please?” You grind back onto the toy the more he whips your ass. Your cunt is so slick that you’re starting to drip. “So fucking wet.” He breathes, “How long do you think it’ll take you this time, Little Sunbeam?” His gaze roams over every inch of you. Your submission is his favorite possession. Far more priceless than the money and power and prestige he’d once allowed to be his everything. As important as his work is to him and as much time as he devoted to it, it’s moments like these when he knew he’d gladly give it all up for you.

His perfect sunbeam. 

He pumps the toy in harder, increasing the pace while the second attachment buzzes against your swollen clit. You pant and whine each time the toy hits your g-spot. It feels so good that you have difficulty holding steady. Your whole body trembles under the build of tension and pleasure. The flogger comes down again and your cunt clenches around the vibrator, hard enough that you gush. “Otto!” You cry out his name, knowing you’re close but he doesn’t stop the movement of either of his hands. Three more strikes to your ass and you’re falling apart. “That’s it, cum again for me Sunbeam.”

Your ears ring from how hard your orgasm hits. Involuntarily your thighs clamp together around the toy and his hand. Your body is as stiff as a board until the waves of your orgasm subside. Only when your muscles relax does your body unfurl and your head rests back down on the lab table. Seeing that you’re starting to lay back down does he carefully slide the toy from your depths before passing it and the flogger to one of his awaiting claws so they could return the items to the tray. He places his hand on your back and rubs soothing circles against your soft skin. 

“Keep breathing, Princess. Nice and slow. Daddy’s going to take the blindfold off now.” He does just that, sliding it off slowly so you could adjust to the light. Once it’s off he tosses it aside. His actuators began moving around you and turn you on your back. Coming face to face with him and you smile, cheeks flushed from your two orgasms. “Hi Daddy.” He returns your smile. “Are you alright? Do you need a break? Water?” He questions softly while his gaze sweeps over you, lingering on your soaked cunt and the glistening pleasure on your thighs. 

You reach up to cup his cheek, “I’m more than alright. I want to keep going. I still need to give Daddy two more.” “Very well, Sunbeam.” He smirks and reaches for you again, tracing his thumbs over your nipples. “Would you like to choose what you cum on next? Another toy? Or perhaps my fingers in those leather gloves you like?”  

Your chest arches into his touch, eyes about to fall shut until he mentions his gloves. You perk up at that. “Gloves. Please use your leather gloves.” 

He turns his face into the hand at his cheek and leaves a kiss to your palm before stepping away so he could grab his gloves. Moving back to your side, he lets you watch him slip his large hands into the cool, stiff material. He reaches out and traces his index finger along your jawline. “My Little Sunbeam…so sweet, so responsive. Will you keep being a good girl for me and get my fingers as wet as that cunt of yours?” He brings two fingers to your lips, seeking entrance. You take the thick digits into your mouth, moaning at the taste of leather that fills your senses. You start by delicately sucking, trying to retain that image of innocence to entice him further. It’s your favorite game to play. Being the innocent mouse caught in his sharp claws. You coo around his fingers and stare at him with wide eyes. He looks back at you and curses under his breath at the feeling of your mouth and that pleading look you’re giving him. 

It’s all too much. With his free hand, he unzips and unbuttons his pants so his cock springs free from the fabric. It curls up towards his navel as he wraps his hand around the base. “You’ve had me hard for you all day, Little Sunbeam. I’ve been distracted with thoughts of you since this morning.” His confession has your face heating up, but it’s the breathlessness of his voice that has your eyes traveling down his body. You find him stroking his length in his gloved hand, pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Your hips buck and a long muffled moan leaves you at the sight. You twitch with want, finding it difficult to stay still while watching him. And the worst part is, he knows it. “See something you like?” You nod with a whimper, hands reaching for him to grip the opening of his coat. “Does my experiment want her Doctor’s cock?” You whimper louder and try to pull him closer by his jacket, but Otto doesn’t budge. Instead he slips his now wet fingers from your mouth so he can shift his attention to your cunt. “Always such a good, good girl.” He mumbles, and places just his thumb on your clit, stroking it as soft as he would a kitten begging for attention. “And if my good girl wants my cock then she’s going to have to give me that third orgasm before I cum all over her tits. Can you do that?” “Yes, Daddy. I can do th-nghh!” Your words turn into sounds as his index and middle fingers slip inside you. He begins to slowly pump his fingers in and out of your depths. Your mouth falls open and your brows knit together, pleasure once again crumpling your expression. His thumb presses harder against your clit, circling it and making your entire body jolt as if being shocked with electricity. “Yes! Don’t stop! More, please more!”

Your cries has his fist moving faster up and down his length. To him, you’re nothing short of a religious experience. He can hear your wetness smash against his gloves, eliciting a deep guttural groan from his chest. “You better hurry with that orgasm or Daddy is going to end up painting your chest.” His head tilts back in pleasure as he moves his hand in tandem with quickening thrusts of his fingers in and out of your soaked core. His need builds by the moment. But then again, so is yours. Your cunt repeatedly clenches around his leather clad digits. Your body quakes and your mind feels fogged over with heat. You can’t pull your eyes from him, watching as his head tilts back. But still you manage to grind down on his fingers. 

His fingers hit you deep, causing fresh juices to spill out of you and coat the palm of his glove. It's all too much, too erotic. Watching him touch himself. The feeling of leather inside and pressed to your clit. You’re starting to come apart much faster than you thought possible after already cumming twice, but your body seems determined to give Otto whatever he wants. “Daddy!” You gasp, not capable of stopping what’s coming. “So c-close! I–mmmhhh!” You can’t even finish your sentence before your hips arch off the table and your inner walls spasm. You scream out his name as you cum. It hits you hard, takes your breath away, and rocks your body off its axis. You suck in air to try and refill your lungs. It feels as if you’ve just ran a mile. You slump back and a few overstimulated tears roll down your cheeks. He withdraws his fingers from your core slowly and carefully, all the while keeping a close eye on you as you come down from your high. Ridding himself of his soiled gloves, his hands come to cup your face. His thumbs glide over your cheeks to wipe away your tears. “My perfect girl. Daddy’s here. He has you.” He lets one of his hands move to your hair, catching a lock of it and twining it around his index finger. His loving voice and soft touch cause you to stir, the corners of your mouth twitch in an attempt to smile. You’re floating on a cloud or maybe an ocean wave. 

Whichever it is, you feel amazing. Tired, but weightless. The feeling of subspace keeps you warm until your eyes manage to flutter open. Your eyes meet, seeing that his face only inches from your own has you humming. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen you look so spent before, he rather enjoys it. 

“I’m so proud of you, Little Sunbeam. You’ve done so well for me. Better than I could have imagined.” You swallow thickly to moisten your throat so you could speak. “I like making Daddy proud.”

With a smile Otto leaves a kiss at your hairline. “Now…I think you can prove my hypothesis correct and give me one last orgasm, but you must tell me if you need to rest. I won’t have you passing out or uncomfortable. I want you to enjoy my cock just as much as I’m going to enjoy giving it to you.” 

He mentions finally giving you his cock and your arm comes to wrap around his broad shoulders. You pull him in so you could lazily kiss his mouth, forgetting all about his question. But your throat starts to feel dry again, forcing you to pull back. “I don’t want to stop. I want to finish Daddy’s experiment, but can I have some water first?” “Of course you can, my love.” He breathes, but doesn’t move away. Instead one of his metal claws slithers over to grab a bottle of water from the tray table. “Here, let Daddy help you.” 

The same metal arm snakes around your shoulders and guides you upwards so you don’t choke. He unscrews the cap and brings the bottle to your lips, letting you drink your fill. As much as his cock begs for attention, nothing is worth endangering your health. “Drink as much as you need, Little Sunbeam.” You do, greedily drinking more than half of the bottle. The water feels so good sliding down your raw throat. When you’ve finished you pull back and breath contently through your mouth. Otto’s claw pulls back, letting you rest back down on the lab table and discarding the bottle. “Soooo,” You draw the word out while batting your eyes up at him. “Does this mean I can have Daddy’s cock now?” 

He tosses his head back with a gruff chuckle. Leave it to you to be on the brink of exhaustion and then in the blink of an eye be ready for more at the thought of his cock. “Don’t fret, Princess. I think we’ve both waited long enough.” He straightens his spine and walks to the edge of the table. The actuators move with him, two of them trailing down your legs before clasping around your ankles to pull you forward so that your feet dangle over the edge and Otto can step between your thighs. He hadn’t bothered to tuck his cock back into his pants, allowing it to now rest against your cunt. His wraps around the base to guide it through your folds, teasing you from your slit to your clit. “I thought you said we’ve both waited long enough?” You pant and squirm.

  A wicked grin spreads across his features. “Hm, I did say that, didn’t I?” Without another word he slams inside you. You gasp at every inch being pushed into you so fast. 

He immediately tenses, moaning at the feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole. He feels your walls flutter around him, trying to accommodate his size. “My Sunbeam is always so tight.” He groans, closing his eyes and gripping your hips in his firm grasp. You moan in response and throw your arms around his neck. He starts by moving out slowly, then back in, giving you time to adjust. But Otto knew he couldn’t wait much longer, not after watching you cum three times.

Brown eyes look down and sees his cock glistening from your juices. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen a more beautiful sight. He slams into you, unable to keep his pace slow, earning him a yelp from your trembling lips. “I’ve waited all night for this. To stretch you out with my cock and use you like my perfect little toy.” Your eyes are glued to one another as he talks. Both of you taking in the other’s blissful expressions. You find yourself clinging onto his shoulders, nails clawing at his flesh. You’re so turned on, so stimulated from every orgasm he’s given you. 

The movement of his claws catches your eye. They seem to be opening up a bottle of lube. “Daddy? What’s that for?”

“What’s that for?” He repeated slowly, enjoying your anticipation. Your mounting need. He could almost taste that final orgasm. “This is a lube I created just for you. To make sure my Sunbeam experiences the most pleasure possible for her last orgasm.” He keeps up the momentum of his thrusts while his claw brings the bottle over you and starts to drizzle the contents onto your cunt. “Daddy made it?” You gasp when he tells you he’s created the lube for you. It makes you feel so loved that he’s taken time away from his busy seclude to create something so intimate for you. At first you feel nothing new, but the more Otto thrusts into you the harder your inner walls clench. The lube seems to be stimulating you and making your cunt feel warm. “D-Daddy! It’s making my pussy tingle.” You whine, head tilting back at the overwhelming sensation. 

“That’s it, Princess. Surrender to it.” His fingers press firmer into the swell of your hips. The likelihood that you’ll have fingerprints bruised into your skin come morning grows. He thrusts in and out of your core as his claw drip more lube directly onto your clit. It’s harder for him to speak now, but he grits the words out. “Rub your clit for Daddy.” Your toes curl at his gruffer tone. You know what it means, that he’s close to cumming. Not wanting him to cum without you, you reach a trembling hand down between your legs. You stroke your clit in smooth circles while staring up into his dark eyes. “Like this Doctor?” He grunts, beads of sweat forming along his hairline. “Just like that. Doing so well for me.” You want to say more but the lube kicks in, causing your clit to throb beneath your fingertips. Your toes curl, finding it hard to keep focus. You stroke your clit faster and grind down to meet his thrusts. Your mind goes blank. The tingling of the lube and being stretched out by his cock has you shaking as a familiar tension spreads throughout your lower body. Your free hand grips the edge of the lab table while the rest of you shakes and Otto knows your peak is drawing near. “That’s it Sunbeam, prove your doctor’s hypothesis. Cum for me just one more time.” 

Heat is rising in your body. Every muscle feels like a bowstring pulled taunt. “I’m gonna! I’m gonna!” You can’t even complete your sentence before your body jolts and your orgasm hits. Your vision blurs and a ringing echoes in your ears. Above you, Otto tosses his head back with a shout. Your inner walls closed in around him so tightly that it caused him to cum right along with you. 

He fills you to the brim, emptying every drop inside your depths. Without warning he moves his hands to rest on either side of your head, caging you in so he can lean down and kiss you. You purr, gripping the front of his jacket to hold him in place, but you’re much too weak for that. The kiss doesn’t last long. You’re both shaking too hard. Your chests rise and fall with labored breaths. The air around you starts to settle. You both stay tangled together even after his cock softens and slips out of you. The thought of being parted is too much to bear for either of you. Otto is the first to speak while gently stroking your sweat-dampened hair back. “You truly are magnificent, Little Sunbeam. So perfect for your Daddy.” He holds you close and places kisses at your cheeks, the tip of your nose and then your forehead. You nuzzle into his kisses with a giggle and brush your lips along his before he reluctantly straightens his back. “You, my dear, are a true marvel. Giving me orgasm after orgasm. Daddy is so proud of you.” His claws have already pulled a chair beside the lab table. He pulls his pants back on before curling his arms around you to lift you into his embrace and sitting down in the chair. Feeling his body heat has you tucking yourself even closer to him and laying your head on his shoulder. Both of you are content to simply bask in the afterglow. His fingers play along your spine. You coo at the pleasant feeling and listen to his velvet like voice. “Daddy has you. Rest now, my love. I’m here to take care of you. I’ll take you home whenever you’re ready.” You nod and let your eyes drift close. You aren’t sure how much time passes and neither of you cares. Both of you have what you need and that’s each other. A playful grin tugs at the corners of your mouth before you open your mouth to speak.  “I’m glad your experiment was successful, Doctor Octavious.”

Otto chuckles, squeezing you tightly as his chest rumbles with laughter.

“As am I, Little Sunbeam. As am I.”

[cringefaecompilation]

for character questions: veth, jester, caduceus

veth

First impression

also found cr through an animatic and the guy who made it made nott/veth curvy and sexy, and that disappointed me because i thought it was her canon design. i'm so happy it was just that guy being weird about women.

Impression now

genuinely my favorite pc sam has ever made. knocked scanlan right off his perch

Favorite moment

the scene where she's in the invulnerable vagrant with luc and yeza is so fucking cute and heartwarming every time.

Idea for a story

i would put this in the headcanon section but i'm saving it for another thing. god it would be so funny if at the end of this mn interlude after they kill the weavemind veth says "hey so um... we're having another kid..." and the rest of the nein LOSES IT

Unpopular opinion

i don't think there's anything inherently bad with widobrave as a ship. i personally prefer vethyeza just because if a guy ever said to me "i don't want a poem, i want a wife" with the same tone that yeza did i'd love him for eternity, but widobrave being treated like it's a morally wrong ship because it'd turn caleb into a homewrecker or whatever feels odd to me.

Favorite relationship

her and jester and her and caleb! also honorary nod to the fjord/nott love-hate relationship

Favorite headcanon

veth also has picked up on some zemnian while traveling with caleb!

jester

First impression

i was worried i would dislike her. something about her seemed disingenuous compared to the rest of the nein and i guess i was worried her kindness and sweetness would be revealed to be a front or she would stick out like a sore thumb.

Impression now

i've never been happier to be wrong, jester you are my darling angel princess cinnamon apple and i love you

Favorite moment

jester's massive 700 hp point heal in the reunited special was so cool to see firsthand

Idea for a story

i think arty should keep fucking up and nearly getting killed so she can have more excuses to keep saving him

Unpopular opinion

i don't think she has autism/adhd. runs away

Favorite relationship

her and her mama and arty.

Favorite headcanon

i think if they had gotten tossed into jail instead of caleb showing off the beacon she would have been able to charm the guards and get them out. the power of jester.

caduceus

First impression

i got spoiled on him because i went out of order but i thought he was cool and loved his design

Impression now

Favorite moment

the comparatively underrated (according to fandom trends) scene where he reunites with his family

Idea for a story

i want him to see that orb vision of the gods destroying aeor so bad rn because i feel like it might make him trust melora MORE but i wanna be sure lol

Unpopular opinion

i sort of wish he'd stayed more morbid. taliesin went for the creepy vibes hard in the liveshow and then he fell off it just as hard and leaned into hippy. and that's not bad, and i get that he did it on purpose to push himself out of his comfort zone but it does make me curious as to what a "taliesin-friendly" caduceus would look like

Favorite relationship

finally giving fjord something with wildbrothers. i know a lot of people looking back on it now have problems with the portrayal of gods as wholly 100% good compared to "false" deities but hey, if going off the pact = addiction route, i think that's it's fair enough for fjord to recover from his addiction with faith and caduceus doesn't force his beliefs on him or imply it's the right thing to do

Favorite headcanon

intersex caduceus is real to ME

[innitmarvellous]

Part 2 of my ace contemplations - Part 1 can be found here - or more like: more whining, haha. Sorry.

First off something more general: I'm happy about the responses I got on the original post, but I think it's a bit sad that there isn't a hashtag or something for people who want and need the support of the aspec community here on Tumblr (without having to join a special forum or sth). Because it seems that while the community is quite active, it's mostly for sharing memes and snappy textposts and stuff, and less about more helpful things and discussions. I'm not saying the memes etc are wrong and shouldn't be a part of it too, but idk, I just wish there would be more of an actual community bond, if that makes sense? To help the people who aren't yet at the stage where they can view their identity as something great, people who are still struggling and are reliant on online communities for that kind of help.

Because for all the talk about the very active Tumblr aspec community...I personally haven't seen and benefitted much of it, apart from the memes etc. And I hope I'm not the only person who don't just want to agree with meme posts and would wish for more. Or am I just unfortunate? Looking in the wrong places? (In short, where are the nice supportive ace people of Tumblr? I'm desperate here...well, kind of.)

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Something related to the books I mentioned in the original post:

these books are all written from such an US-centric, university-educated and creative business viewpoint. And that's just not my world at all, as an mostly unemployed European with crappy education.

Like, one time it was mentioned that aces always look out for each other and how great that is. And yeah, sure. It is. It would be great, but what about the people who aren't part of that lucky network or community? People who possibly haven't met another aspec person in real life? They are missing that kind of support, and maybe it would be the one thing that would make everything easier.

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Another thing: I found the probably supposed to be inspirational stories from other aces in the books rather disheartening. Yeah, fine, so person XY found their perfect partner by luck, despite whatever made them think it would never work out, yadda yadda. Good for them, but that's not gonna happen to me, right? I'm not gonna strike that jackpot and will find someone who accepts me as I am. Maybe I'm just a really, really spiteful person, but stories like that don't inspire me or show me what's possible for me personally in any way.

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Well, yeah, I never encountered that. Like, truly never. That's one thing where I'm very ace: I don't get what's supposed to be sexy about a (mostly) naked body. I understand a appeal of a open top button and bit of chest being visible or something like that (lol that sounded so stupid), but the body being in full view? Nah man, put on your shirt again before you catch a cold, lol. (And it's not just guys actually, but people of all genders, if I'm honest.) I should probably add that I absolutely don't mind seeing anything like that, it just doesn't do anything for me.

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I guess my takeaway from all the reading I did isn't like for other people who don't feel wrong or broken anymore when they find out there are other aces out there. Even after knowing a lot about it I still feel like some crucial part of me is missing, and I could be more than what I am if that were possible. But then again, there isn't really a possibility for change, so I need to do my best to accept this. I just wish I had it easy one single time...why is basically everything about me so hard to accept? lol

Idk, but if I ever manage to convince myself that inevitably dying alone one day (and spending the time until then alone too) is a good thing, then I'm sure I'll be able to do anything. Now I only need to figure out how to convince myself and that's where it gets difficult, lol.

Being both aspec and too dumb/awkward to make friends is such a curse tbh 😓 And I can't even become a crazy cat lady because I'm bad with animals too, ugh...

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In connection with the previous bit, I'm kinda envious of that way of thinking. Would make things much easier, I assume. And it's great if it worked for her, but I on the contrary would find it quite painful if I look back at my in a sense similar life.

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And to counter all the hopelessness a little bit - we're supposed to do that kind of thing, I guess - I tried my best to come up with some positive points, although I take them with a grain of salt myself.

- Well, it does give me an explanation for whatever is going on with me. (Although I only need that explanation for myself, since I seem to give off so much sad loser energy that no one ever bothered to ask me whether I want a boyfriend or kids. They just look at me and think "nah, that's obviously impossible for her". Which is oddly funny yet a little bit hurtful... ^^')

- I'm kind of glad that I never actually have to hug people or cuddle with them since I hate physical contact so much, lol. Doesn't matter if it's platonic or not. Remember when everyone missed being hugged during the pandemic? Couldn't be me :D

- I guess someone who is a rather bad person with way too many negative traits like me shouldn't be on the dating market anyway, so it's a plus that I'm no relationship material. Although that's more of a plus for others, not so much for me, lol. But it is a plus in the sense that everyone I would fall in love with would be unattainable for me anyway, so it's good not to be tempted in the first place.

- Idk, that's about it, I think? Maybe I forgot something, but I believe that's the gist of it. Kind of sad, but I tried, haha.

[v3nusxsky]

Those dresses 18+

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Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dom Larissa sub r degrading praise strap oral

Prompt~ Hi im back with a request g i was thinking 16 (Quiet love, you don't want everyone to hear) and 82 (Please don't make me answer that) sound good! I dont know if they go together or better apart, thats up to you Imk what u think xX~ requested by my darling idkaname666666 on wattpad

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You had been crushing on the headmistress of Nevermore ever since you had gained your position here. Maybe it was her goddess like appearance, maybe it was her sexy British accent or maybe it was just everything all in one. Yet you had never found the words or confidence to tell her. The students loved your classes and anytime you were asked to go into her office she was always kind and supportive of your work. She noted your shy nature and the way you wouldn't hold eye contact with her for too long. She would make an effort to extend kind smiles your way in an hope to make you feel more comfortable around her. To Larissa your reactions were consistent with someone being uncomfortable in her presence. She didn't believe that you could possibly be interested in her in any other kind of capacity.

This behaviour had been going on for a while now and honestly every time you two were alone in a room together it was painfully obvious that it wasn't going to change. And that is why Larissa promised herself the next time an opportunity should arise she would try to sort out whatever was making you so uncomfortable around her, yet with other staff members you were perfectly okay. You would often have a laugh and little jokes with other staff members, in fact you seemed to be quite close with Marilyn. That's why it was no surprise when she had managed to over hear Marilyn teasing you. You had become distracted from the conversation when you caught sight of the headmistress in her new form fitting dress, the colour highlighting her beautiful features. A blush had covered your cheeks instantly, Marilyn taking the chance to tease you.

"When are you going to tell her y/n? You can't keep blushing like a school girl every time you catch a glimpse of the women, she's going to thing your shy or something" her tone was light and teasing but she held valid points. You wanted to tell Larissa your feelings but the fear of rejection was high. When your phone alerted you with a notification you were shocked to see an email from the one and only women who held your heart, requesting your presence in her office immediately. You groaned and Marilyn couldn't help but laugh, hugging you and whispering words of encouragement watching as you made your way to the office.

You knocked twice and her voice rang out giving you permission to enter. You did so and closed the door quietly jumping slightly when her voice rang out through the office telling you to lock the door. You did so and anxiously came to sit in front of her desk. Your hands clasped to gather showing your anxious state. You were avoiding her gaze knowing if you looked up you'd catch sight of that new dress and you wouldn't be able to keep your thoughts pure.

"Y/n? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable darling? I see how you are with others, and how different you are with me. The last thing I would want is for you to be uncomfortable darling" she murmured. Your brain was processing what the women had said, uncomfortable? You weren't uncomfortable, you just wished to be with her in more than a professional way. "It's uh, you don't, I'm not uncomfortable but um I" you stuttered and stumbled over your words. This was harder than you could've ever imagined. The smirk and glint in Larissa's eyes told you that she finally understood what was going on with you. "Darling what is it then?" She all but purred at you.

"Please don't make me answer that" you whimpered out glancing up at the women through your eyelashes. Really you weren't in much of a position to demand anything so you settled for pleading with her. Only to be met with a chuckle, "I thought you wanted to be my good little whore?" Which caused a Scarlett red blush to spread across your cheeks. "It's um the dresses. So attractive and you in general are just woah and it makes me nervous because you're a literal goddess" you mumbled keeping your gaze on the floor.

She chuckled at you silently questioning how she had missed out on what was clearly signs of interest. "Darling come here" she demanded and you were instantly on your feet complying with her demand. "Darling, can I make you feel good?" She murmured with a finger under your chin so you couldn't avoid her gaze. "Please" you whimpered out and that was all the confirmation she needed to bark another command at you, "Strip and knell then my darling"

You sunk to your knees instantly whimpering at the sight of her panty clad core underneath her dress. "Does my dirty girl want to make mommy feel good" she hummed out watching your eyes darken at the words. You couldn't help but whimper and plead with Larissa to let you please her. With a smirk she lifted her hips allowing you to remove her underwear and lift her dress up to sit above her hips. She smirked when your hands faulted at her dress. The dresses seemed to be your weakness and she made a mental note for that later.

You immediately kissed up her exposed thighs making your way to her dripping cunt, adding a nip to the inside of their thigh before soothing it with your tongue. You brought your mouth to where she wanted it causing her to moan out for you. The noises the she made spurring on your movements alongside the taste of her arousal. The finest taste you had ever experienced and you could quite easily see yourself becoming addicted. And when she came for you, we'll it was although the angels above where singing. Her moans music to your ears, you were most definitely addicted. You made sure to lick up every last drop of your reward.

Larissa pulled you upwards into a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue. "Such a good slut for me aren't you darling?" She purred out before bringing her lips to your neck to kiss and suck over the soft skin. A simple moan was all it took to spur the older women into a desire of making you experience pleasure just as she had. She reached a hand into the desk and pulled out a sinfully delicious looking strap on. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight, thoughts rushing through your mind at all the ways she could use the strap with you. "Oh you're such a dirty girl for mommy aren't you? Would you like mommy to fill that needy pussy of yours" she taunted watching as you nodded eagerly.

It was almost instantly that Larissa has settled the strap on her body and had you bent over her desk. "Darling can I?" She mumbled into your ear before nipping at the lobe. Pleas tumbling from your lips were cut off by a loud moan as she entered your aching core. Larissa stilled allowing you to adjust to her size and taunted "quite love, you don't want everyone to hear just what a dirty slut you are for me now do you?" To which you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood before rocking your hips backwards in a silent plea for her to move.

Moans filled Larissa's office as she bottomed out with every snap of her hips, building your path to what would be the most earth shattering orgasm you would ever have. Being quiet had long since flown out of the window as you approached the edge. Your mind clouded by desire and need. With a particularly harsh thrust and her finger snaked it's way to rub circles on your aching bundle of nerves you felt yourself thrown violently over the edge. It was as if the world stopped spinning as you cried out for her. She slowed her thrusts to help you come back from your high, only when your whimpers became that of overstimulation did she slip from your core.

After ridding herself of the strap she sat back in her chair and pulled your exhausted body towards hers. Cradling you in her arms she could see you were on a different planet, your mind fuzzy and empty. "Darling? Are you in there pretty? Can you come back to me my love?" She coed a hand rubbing slow circles over your back. It took you a few try's buy you managed to blink the hazy feeling away with a sleepy smile you murmured "I love you Rissa" before giving into exhaustion.

Word count ~ 1564

[jaskiercommabard]

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I've been reading fic for like...more years than I'm ready to admit to so I'll rec some of my very favorite witcher fics + my favorite themes to narrow it down. These are all geraskier oops

Angst/hurt no comfort

goes without saying by Verbyna This is a brief two-part series that I must think about like twice a day at least. The author does something so magical and makes these characters so human, it completely takes my breath away. Thinking about this fic makes my stomach ache. Scrolling past the title in my bookmarks can make my heart drop into my gut. I have to really think about what kind of day I want to have if I'm going to read it, and I mean that in the best way. It's so visceral and wrenching and completely beautiful. If I had to pick a favorite witcher AU, I couldn't, but this one is in the seat of honor.

Hurt/comfort

Lessons in Mortality (orphaned)

This is one of the first fics I read in the fandom, and I hope the author is out there somewhere with warm socks and good pens. The character development in this is unmatched - the original character and her beautiful story in this fic are so compelling and enchanting, and yet she plays a perfect accompaniment to Geralt and Jask. This fic is so sweet, so in character, so carefully and purposefully written. I wish I had a chance to talk to the author before it was orphaned but they obviously put so much care into this piece that you really feel connected to the storyteller.

Slow Burn

and yet so far from death by @yoursummerfrost

I am sweating trying to pick a single summerfrost fic to recommend but this one sticks in my mind as one of those extremely special stories that I wouldn't be able to explain if I tried. Whatever is going on in author's head should be bottled and sold or maybe kept under lock and key in some kind of secret lab where only the military and like...very sexy bank robbers can find it. It's sticky-sweet and sad and has, hands down, the best ending (except for maybe the end of my other favorite summerfrost fic, out in the pouring rain (down on your knees) or possibly the end of my other other favorite summerfrost fic, don't tell me we've grown (for having loved) ).

Porn with plot

First Annual Belleteyn Fuckfest by @sheepishwolfy

Half what it says on the tin, half oh fuck oh fuck they have feelings there are so many feelings who let the feelings into this porn someone call the guards. The worldbuilding in this fic (and all of the author's works) is unparalleled. You are sweating in the spring heat, you're smelling the ale, you're eating sweets and hearing music and strolling between vendor stalls with a flower crown on your head and you are (devastatingly) not getting an exceedingly skilled blowjob from Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove. This fic is definitely the closest you could get, though.

There are so so many more amazing fics that I have read and loved and cried over, I could go on forever. This fandom absolutely drew in some of the most talented creators I've ever had the pleasure to come across.

If you're one of the authors first of all wow hi I'm twirling my hair kicking my feet second, pleeeease let me know if you would like a tag or a rec removed and I will nix it!

[missmaywemeetagain]

Gold Scarf ✨🧣✨

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There's more angst in this one (in addition to the toe curling smut lol), which maybe foreshadows some things to come...👀 (I've done so much fluff recently, I just couldn't help it!) Mind the warnings below the pic.

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TW: rough SEXXX, allusions to prescription drug use, a little dub con (at first), voyeurism/exhibitionism, lots of dirty talk, dom!E, angst, filth, cussing, you know the drill...

TEASER:

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His large hand is now squishing yours, numbing your fingers, and you can feel the nervousness pulsate through him as you try to keep up with his fast-moving long legs hustling down the dim corridor. Now that you’re here, you know his buzzing is also excitement, as if the electricity from the crowd is shooting through the building and straight into his veins. He’s a bundle of nerves, tension, and anticipation, magnified by whatever he may or may not have taken to get him here.

The security guards stop the entourage for a moment, and you see Joe up ahead discussing something heatedly with one of them. Looking over at Elvis, you take in all his glory in profile. He looks incredible—the white jumpsuit cut perfectly to flatter every inch of him. A golden scarf lies around his neck, matching the gold belt that accentuates his waistline and the gold gems sewn in swirling pattens all over. The scarf is tucked into the suit, which is zipped down low, exposing his chest. Your mouth waters at the little bush of chest hair you are able see and you cannot stop yourself from staring openly at your husband from head to toe.

He must feel your eyes on him because his head swivels in your direction, your gaping distracting him for a second. Caught, you straighten up, look away coyly, and bite your lips in a smile.

“And jus’ what do you think you’re doin’, lookin’ at me like that, darlin’? This is not the time,” he scolds, but his smirk belies it and you can tell he is enjoying your gaze.

“A woman can’t admire her husband when he looks so sexy?” you whisper into his ear. You pull back and give him another once over.

The charged air is now filling with more than just the electricity of the crowd. Elvis gives you a heated, cautionary look that tells you that you are playing with fire, but you know it is also keeping him from escalating too far into his stage fright and doubt. You smile coquettishly back at him.

He grunts and huffs at you. Surrounded by the Mafia and security, Elvis whispers something to one of the guys near him, who in turn whispers whatever was said on to the others. In a flash, Elvis is yanking you into a dark little alcove in the tunnel, all the men suddenly turning around and showing you their backs. Yelping and trying not to break your ankle in your tall heels, you have no choice but to follow.

“You are a naughty lil’ vixen. I should tan your hide for gettin’ me all riled up right before I gotta go on,” he growls, wagging his finger at you while walking you back against the cold concrete wall. Heat radiates off him in sharp contrast as he moves towards you.

You look down, and two things become evident: One, for whatever reason, he has chosen not to wear his dance briefs tonight, and two, Little Elvis is rapidly standing to attention beneath his white suit.

Oh shit. You hadn’t considered he might get this excited, and your miscalculation is quickly becoming an issue as the seconds tick on.

Your heart starts racing as he presses close into you. His cock pokes into your lower belly, and he puts his hand only somewhat gently around the side of your throat. He leans in close, his warm lips brushing your ear.

“Go on. Ya made him all needy—ya best take care of it,” he says matter-of-factly. His thumb brushes your throat. “Now.”

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[yourpicasso25]

Darth epic makeover

Me: "Oh, what a pretty..."

Cat: "NOT A CAT!"

Me: "Yes I know, you're in disguise... still pretty, though, in your tuxedo classic. So, what do you think?"

Samkat the Great: "looks decent so far, but then, you always were a half competent builder, in the yonder days of ye Olde TSD kingdom..."

Me: "You even have your own private appartement!"

STG: "Yes I the bed is nice, wake me from nap with lobster offering from my designated minion in a few hours, the trip was hard... "

Me: "You teleported a few meters from the door, only a minute away"

STG:"It is raining, I got wet and have sensitive paws... AND there was no minion with hot towels and hair dryer... Who is the Minion, BTW? Someone I know?"

Me:"You know what? I don't think you two ever met, actually. It's Darth. Sorta incompetent evil, but she can be fun..."

STG:"how so?"

Me:"well, if you hide under the bed for a moment, she's comming up here for her relooking... I thinh you'll have fun!"

Darth:"So I thougt about it and I have ideas to make me look like Miranda Merrick..."

Me and STG: "Uh?"

Darth:"Some echo in there... but let's go and NRAAS me up!"

(Honestly, the Merrick look, looks a bit out of reach to me)

Darth: "But I know what will suit me! Listen, I'm still a forest witch (sorta)... so I was thinking mushroom?

Me:"well, I'll try..."

STG: "I think I'm going to pee in my fur!"

Darth:"This one?"

Me:"Darth, lemme be honest he ... (STG: Nooo, I'm having too much fun!)... You're chubby. I should know. And flashy colors in wild prints are not our style, trust me.

Darth: "not even bats?"

Me:"ESPECIALLY NOT BATS!!!" Okay, why don't you try something a bit less colorfull, eh?"

Me: "Ok, that one is halway palatable. I guess the gosties help with the mass to lug around ..."

Ghosties: "Happy to be of service, Ma'am!"

Me:"But we should keep that one for special occasion. We don't want to tire the ghosties too much and have a wardrobe incident during Shamain, now do we?"

Darth:"But I wanna be a modern and sexy witch!"

Me: "Let me try."

Darth:"That's a bit..."

Me:"Well, at least it's modern! Sexy is debatable, but trus me, nodody is going to be able to miss that ass once it's on a broom."

Darth: "I'm going to ask Mirror...

Darth:"So, what do you think?"

Mirror:"I was there and saw the other stuff...Keep that. And beware the ca..."

STG:"NOT A CAT!"

Darth: "Who? What? Oh is this my familiar?"

STG:"Okay you big pumpkin, I had a good laugh but lets get down to serious business. I want three hot meals everyday, the gastronomic kind, don't try to give me those disgusting pellets. I will tolerate pets IF I'm in the mood... And if I'm not, you'll know fast.

Oh and don't forget snacks and the best bit of whatever you're eating, too..."

Darth:"Ah, yes, speaking of snacks, My favourite, gelified brains! The last batch has a delish radioactive flavor!"

STG:"Okay, cancel the la bit...

... I guess that broom is gonna have to do some quite heavy lifting.

To be continued (maybe)

[rfaromance]

Have you ever thought about Saeyoung being an engineer? That is something I LOVE thinking about him doing specially since he has a love for building and modifying things!

I love how in V's AE Saeyoung completes his education in the engineering field and even gifts little Lucy a tablet, that he made himself. I'm sure it must've been completely personalized for her to optimize her experience and protect her from any kind of virus or other threats that arise being on the internet.

Saeyoung being able to follow his passion for creating things gives me so much joy. I think he would be so delighted to be able to help people with his creations and also indulge in all kinds of wacky gadgets he wants to make, while having all the resources for it. And also because Saeyoung wearing a suit with his sleeves rolled up, explaining in detail, his original idea for a device to his team with unfiltered passion/excitement in his eyes is FUCKING SEXY

Sorry for my language and my incoherent screeching. I just love love love Saeyoung with all my heart and soul and think about this a lot. Seeing this brilliant man happy and reach his full potential is all I want. And I thought you would agree with me

YOU'RE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT!

Saeyoung mentions a toy shop several times, or other characters make reference to it (such as in his dream in the SE). He'd love to make wacky gadgets and gizmos that can be toys for kids... but with special features!

Likewise, if he were to officially obtain an engineering degree, I know he'd have a blast. He'd have the time of his life figuring out the limits of his capabilities, and he knows Jumin is going to fund his R&D if he brings those skills to C&R. All he needs is the fancy sheet of paper saying "I engineer goodly" and that's his foot in the door, his carte blanche to tinker with whatever his heart desires.

Optimized tablet for Lucy is a cinch for him. He probably wants to design her a phone when she's older, too. Heck, he might be making a new phone for V so he can always keep track of him and ensure he can't use "I'm losing signal" as an excuse again. /lh

But aside from more modern tech like smartphones and tablets and apps, he's going to make so many whimsical creations. Robodog and Meowy were just the beginning. Get ready for a line of cat toasters, cat chemistry sets, cat helicopter, cats that have a built-in laser to taunt flesh & blood cats... if he puts Elizabeth's name on it, Jumin is going to support it.

Ultimately I think Saeyoung is happiest not just when he's making things, but specifically when he's making things for others. He's spent too long in the shadows doing dirty work; he wants to put those sin-stained hands of his to use in a way that brings people smiles.

[clarktooncrossing]

HEY THERE PEOPLE OF TODAY AND ROBOTS OF TOMORROW! IT'S ME, CLARK!

For the last twelve years peeps have asked me if I was opened to commissions. I had only offered services like that once, resulting in a weird transformation comic where some dude gets turned into a sexy duck. Hey, guy's gotta pay for pizza somehow, folks. Especially when Pizza Monster keeps stealing mine! At this rate I should stop spending my moola on deep-dish and use it to fortify my home. Luckily I might be able to do so now, thanks to all of you out there! For you see, it was during those twelve years that a few of you kept coming back to my deviantART page to see what crazy new things the Clarktoons and I were up to. Whether it was to see how many characters I could cram into one Sketch BOOM, hear my thoughts regarding Christmas Specials in Giraffe's Eye View, or simply to witness whatever cute crap Bumper was up to, 500 of you weirdos liked whatever I was doing. I couldn't be more grateful to those 500 peeps. I've always said my purpose in life was to make people happy, so knowing I've done so for that many people helps remind me that I'm doing something right. You all are truly the best and there's nothing I could do to express my immense appreciation. Or is there? A few of you may recall my promising something whenever I reached that many followers. While I've been distracted with my recent hacking incident or preparing for the upcoming Holiday seasons, I didn't forget about said promise. At long last, I have opened myself up to commissions! If anybody out there wants me to draw some silly silly, I'm ready to do so [within reason]. Details and prices will be posted in a journal sometime soon, but for now let's get to a commission paid for by my friend @the-pale-servant.

She had paid me to draw a Full Body piece for her Hollow Knight OC, Giolla. I'd go deeper into detail, but I know next to nothing about these games. Instead here's Jart's description of the character for some context:

Well they are a vessel created by the Pale King and lived in the White Palace with the King and his Lady for a short while before their kingdom fell to ruins. Now they live their life as a wanderer and console  the bugs dying of the Infection, their shield is memento from a friend and lover long passed from the plague

Let it be known that she also said I didn't have to know anything about the series to get this backstory. Uh huh. So I didn't have to know who the Pale King is or what significance the White Palace has, eh? Not to make this piece I didn't. This is actually my second attempt at drawing this character, the original sporting a different pose. I wasn't fond of how it turned out, so it was back to the drawing board with a better, more dynamic sketch. From there it was just a matter of coloring and getting Jart's approval, which only happened after I muted the colors. After years of making art that looks like Walt Disney's vomit, it feels so weird using darker colors. Still, my friend seemed to enjoy it as I hope the rest of you do. If anybody out there wants me to draw something like this with their own characters, be on the lookout for that upcoming journal and feel free to send me a Note via deviantART. Until then-

MAY THE GLASSES BE WITH YOU!