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wanderingxiao · 5 months

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Woah..woah.. ice cream flirt with Scara did something to me, I have never blushed to hard I have never loved a teasing smutty flirty Fic more, AND THE WAY U WROTE SCARA+SCARA EATING ME(US) OUT IS TO DIE FOR, let him lick y/n like that again <3333333

Worship Me

Scaramouche x Reader *NSFW*

Warnings: Oral sex (Fem! Receiving), cursing, praise kink?, worshiping Scara?, degradation ofc ;)

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! So sorry this took so long 👀 Christmas took it out of me haha along with my migraines. I hope you enjoy!!!!

Scaramouche sighed, irritation settling into his hollow form as his fingers tapped impatiently against his desk. It was annoying having to wait for you to come to his office. All he wanted, was to have your legs spread on his desk, his fingers prying your plush thighs open with his tongue lazily licking all over your pussy. Was it too much to ask for you to be on time?

A knock interrupted his horny thoughts, his tone laced with annoyance as he demanded to know who dared to bother him. When he heard your soft voice calling for him, his posture adjusted, legs coming to cross before he cleared his throat. Once he announced your entry, you opened the door and closed it, your warm winter attire snuggly holding your body in all the ways he wanted to.

“Good afternoon, Lord Scaramouche. What can I do for you?” Your cheeks shyly tinted red, admiring the way a lustful glint rose in his gorgeous indigo eyes that matched his soft hair. His eyes narrowed, his hand raising to curl his index finger, beckoning you to him. You obeyed him without question, approaching to his side hastily like the good little servant you were for him. His legs uncrossed, rolling his chair back and staring at you knowingly. “O-Oh…”

“Well?” He questioned irritated, venom dripping from his tongue to cloud your judgement with its lethal toxins. “Hurry up and strip. Don’t make me wait.” Your hands came shaky and embarrassed up to the zipper of your cozy sweater, slowly unzipping it and sliding the material off your shoulders. The Balladeer watched in anticipation, his length already beginning to twitch in fast approaching arousal.

“S-Sir can I keep my shirt on? It’s quite chilly, and I-“ You immediately shut up seeing the look on his face. It was hateful and full of distaste. “I told you to strip. Are you disobeying me, (Y/N)?” You quickly shook your head in response and pulled your shirt over your head. Finally you were only down to your underwear, hesitant to slide them off just yet. “Stop there.” Your hands halted. “Come.”

Scaramouche smirked seeing you come in front of him, your butt lightly grazing against his desk. “Sit.” With quick obedience you were on his desk, thighs clenched tight with a flustered expression. “Give me your panties.” Your face only grew redder, sliding your panties off and handing them to him, his fingers coming to clench the fabric close. He looked at you, a dark lust filling his eyes before he licked a filthy strip of your juices off, refusing to break eye contact. You shivered.

“Mm~ Look at you. Shifting so helplessly. Too shy to look at your god lick your juices off your dirty panties?” You nod in agreement to his statement, still flustered and embarrassed at the way he shamelessly licked your panties in front of you. He tossed the fabric aside, his hands coming to rest on your knees before forcefully pulling them apart. His eyes immediately fell upon your soaked cunt, your lovely hole twitching under the sudden action and anxiety of needed him. “Heh, always so shy. But you want this… don’t you? Say it.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Scaramouche…” His cold hands removed from your knees, watching with a sadistic grin seeing your knees wobble already. His fingertips slid down the inside of your thighs, stopping once he was nearing your folds. He let out a dry laugh, running his index finger up and down your slick lips, lightly wagging it as he caught lovely glimpses of what he desired most. His tongue came to moisten his lips before he blew teasingly against your hole, relishing in the way it twitched. “M-Mmm… M-My lord…”

“What is it?” He questioned gruffly, his arms coming to hook under your thighs, pulling your hips closer to his face. You whimpered in anticipation, embarrassed to even mumble your sinful request to him. He paused and looked up, sensing your desire to speak. “Spit it out, (Y/N). Tell me what you want.” You shivered and bit your lip, staring at him so cutely he could barely contain himself. “P… Please… li… lick my pussy, my lord…~”

“Heh, so pathetic.” His hand came to smack at your ass harshly, causing you to gasp and arch into his touch in surprise and pleasured pain. “You listen so well. That’s why you’re mine. Too perfect for anyone except me.” His breath fanned over your folds, staring up at you seductively and longingly. “Now praise, praise the name of your god. I’m the only one who gets to see and use this pretty pussy. The holder of all your pleasure. The source of all your desires. I own you.”

His tongue came flat against the bottom of your folds, grinning up at your broken expression as he licked a dirty stripe all the way up to flick his tongue against your puffy throbbing clit. Your legs trembled, the tip of his tongue coming to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves. You couldn’t help but shake violently when he brought his hand to lightly smack your pussy, laughing darkly as he drank in how responsive you were to his touch.

“That’s it, moan for your god. Worship how well I please you. And don’t you ever forget whose whore you are.” The Balladeer drove his face between your legs, his mouth coming to slurp against your hole, tongue darting out to swirl and thrust teasingly against your fluttering cunt. The noises were simply sinful, only bolstering the heavy arousal that sat within the divine puppet. “Please…! L-Lord Scaramouche~ I-I’m… y-your whore, hah, please… please… p-please…!” Oh how your desperate begging turned him on. Warmth pooled within his abdomen, his cock beginning to twitch more, pre-cum pearling at the flushed tip.

He moaned against your clit, sending jolts of electrifying pleasure up your spine. Your hips bucked anxiously up into his mouth, your body deceiving you and your embarrassment to chase the godlike touch that was of Scaramouche, the sixth of the Fatui harbingers. A divine puppet created by a god. The holder of your heart and soul. And the giver of all of your pleasure and pain. He was practically your entire world and you were putty in the palm of his cool yet soft hands. Pliable to his every want and desire.

“You feel so good! Mngh~! L-Lord you- hah!- you feel a-amazing! It’s so, so, SO -Mm!- good!” Your praise ignited a fire between his legs, his foot bouncing up and down off the ground as he tried to quell his the arousal that threatened to spill out of every crevice of his body. He needed to make you cum by his tongue before he decided to fill you up with his deliciously thick cock. “That’s it. Keep praising your god, maybe if you praise good enough… I’ll let you cum all over my face.”

His tongue dove between your folds, teasing his tongue through the muscles of your gummy walls to thrust his tongue inside. Your legs shook, head thrown back as your lips spouted praise and pleasured gasps. Your fingers came to gently touch the back of his head, scared to attempt to push him further or grip his hair. Scaramouche hummed in response, lightly tapping your waist to signal his approval for your much needed actions.

Your hands pushed against his head, his nose driving right against your clit to grind against the pulsing nerves and send pleasure through your nerves. His tongue darted in and out of your fluttery and whiny cunt, drooling for his cock, drooling for his cum to fill up your hole and claim you as his. Your fingers curled to entangle into his soft indigo hair, holding it shakily while your hips bucked weakly into his mouth.

Your walls fluttered around his tongue, your body beginning to tense with a burning heat rising up in your stomach. “M-My Lor- Ngh!!” Scaramouche brought a hand closer to your cunt, angling his head so his fingertips could pinch and roll against your clit, his dark and lustful eyes glaring at you seductively through the thickness of his gorgeous lashes. He was practically demanding you to cum. “C-Cum-! Cumming! Hah!”

With a loud cry of his name, you unexpectedly squirted onto Scaramouche’s face. Your body jerked up quickly, sobering up from the drunken state of ecstasy with lightening speed. He pulled away with haste, eyes wide with his breathing ragged and uneven, surprised himself at what you’d done. Once he realized what had happened, a sadistic grin spread over his lips, his cock getting impossibly harder. His face glistened with your fluids, dripping off his chin and rolling down the sides of his face.

His tongue licked over his lips, standing with haste he began to remove his pants. You could only blush a deep scarlet in embarrassment at squirting all over The Balladeer’s face, dirtying him with your sinful impurity. An apology was quick on your tongue until a pair of soft and wet lips pressed against yours reassuringly. A whiny gasp escaped during the kiss, the dripping head of his cock nudging and rubbing up and down your twitching cunt hole.

“Shut it.” He didn’t let you speak, only glowering down at you with a dark lust sparkling within his eyes. “Now… please your god with all you’ve got, whore.”

Thank you for reading! 💜

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact scaramouche #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche smut #genshin smut #scaramouche x you #scaramouche #the balladeer #fatui scaramouche #WXrequests

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artyheartz · 5 months

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"I have the honor to be your obedient servant"

(if any of y'all get that ref I luv you)

I dont like how his shoes look but I have no other idea. ANYWAY!! time to ramble I had in store for him just a bit

lowkey doesnt mind the life and bond he currently have with his lord

doesnt like outsiders as much, despite his Lord welcome any of them with open arms (he may or may not be a bit envy of the attention they gotten from his brother lord, never admit it ofc)

wears a matching necklace Lunar gave him

his lord would start talking about other topics like space and Eclipse would listen all of it (he amused on how much info this lil guy can store)

the small blue orb on his collars is actually both a tracking and a communication device

#tsams #tsams servant eclipse #tsams lord lunar #tsams eclipse #tsams lunar #my art #mayaart #sun and moon show #fnaf lunar

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tacobellabeanburrito · 29 days

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Guys y’all don’t know what listening to Hamilton and also being the Ace Attorney fandom has done to my brain.

I’m currently making a Kristoph Gavin playlist and holy shit, I put a lot of Hamilton songs on Miles and Phoenix’s playlist but HOLY SHIT KRISTOPH HAS WAAAAY MORE.

Anyway let me rant:

The Room Where It Happens (Basically Kristoph being a pissbaby about not getting to defend Gramarye)

You’ll Be Back (Krisnix coded guys come ON)

The Schuyler Sisters (Fey sisters coded ofc)

Helpless (Feenie coded both ways from Dahlia/Iris to Miles)

Satisfied (Feenris and Narumitsu coded holy shit can go either way)

Aaron Burr, Sir (Miles and Phoenix first meeting coded, also the rest of the characters in the song are Gumshoe and Larry coded) (And other characters) (This also includes both Story’s Of Tonight)

Wait For It (The most Miles song I’ve ever heard, could be a good one for when he writes his note)

Right Hand Man (Mia and Phoenix coded, but also any song with Washington and Hamilton is Mia and Phoenix coded omg have you guys HEARD Meet Me Inside?)

History Has It’s Eyes On You (Omg, just every single lawyer in AA coded? I once saw an animatic of this song with Sebastian and Miles and holy shit it was great, it’s also them coded)

Dear Theodosia (Oh my goodness Trucy and Phoenix coded oh my goodness I love them)

Non-Stop (This is such a good one for the whole of the AA series guys, I think this one is a good song for the Trilogy in particular)

Laurens Interlude (I know it’s not technically in the soundtrack but this is really TRULY Phoenix gets Miles’ note coded oh my goodness)

What’d I Miss (Kristoph and Miles coded both ways, oh my goodness, Miles coming back from his death and Kristoph being a bitch)

Cabinet Battle (1 and 2) (Oh, oh baby girl this is, so beautifully every single court case coded in existence)

Say No To This (…Is this Krisnix coded? NO. No… Definitely not…) (Also I know Phoenix would never cheat on Miles if they were together during the 7yg but omg this is the perfect song for it if he were cheating on Mike’s with Kristoph)

The Reynolds Pamphlet (Oh my god, this is sooooooooo so sooooooooo Phoenix just getting disbarred coded) (Kristoph and Klavier and Payne as Burr, Jefferson and Madison? Yes. Yea I just said that) (…Angelica as Miles…)

Blow Us All Away (Aside from the dying part, Trucy and Phoenix coded) (I did wanna do some of these songs for Sebastian and Apollo and Kay but I feel like they go so much better with my girl Trucy)

Your Obedient Servant (This is soooo Kristoph and Phoenix coded they are soooo this song)

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story? (Ace Attorney coded in general come on)

Alexander Hamilton (Oh my god guys holy shit this song…)

(We fought with him: Godot, Franziska, Larry and Gumshoe, Maya and Pearl

Me I died for him: Mia

Me I trusted him: Athena, Apollo, Klavier and Trucy

Me I loved him: Miles and Mia

And me? I’m the damn fool that shot (disbarred) him: Kristoph)

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michellen324 · 2 years

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Letters to [Name]

God I hate presentations, but even more I hate GROUP presentations. Lmao anyways this just some backstory in the form of constant letters.

Anyways art of Demon!Mc in her past. Change whatever you want ofc only the clothes are the same.

July 12, 17XX

[Name],

Lord Hideki has still expressed interest in making you his second wife, and has agreed to forgive your past transgressions. Your mother and I will welcome you back into the family so long as you apologize for your past actions and live on as an obedient wife.

From, Father

July 15 17XX

Father,

With all due respect, I have made the choice clear that I am perfectly content with leaving the [LastName] family. I have absolutely no interest in wedding Lord Hideki, let alone as his second wife.

Kind regards,

[Name]

July 20, 17XX

Dear [Name],

You truly have a knack at angering father and mother, don’t you? When father read your letter, he almost destroyed a whole room in his anger. Mother nearly fainted from anger as well. I can’t write for long; I’d surely be punished if they found out I was in communications with you.

Your brother,

[Komaki]

July 21, 17XX

[Name],

I have some news; As the eldest of the [LastName] family I am expected to take on the duties of the household, as well as marry someone befitting of our prestige. I have just gotten married a week ago (my greatest regrets you couldn’t attend) and they wish for me and my new bride to take our honeymoon. I cannot risk sending you any letters during this time, but I hope Komaki and Sonoko can keep writing to you and updating you about my status. I’ll write back as soon as possible.

Sincerly,

Omako

p.s. I remembered you your favourite makeup and sweets, I hope this makes up for may lack of letters.

July 21, 17XX

Dear elder sister,

How are you? The household has been empty since you’ve left. The three of us are constantly on edge and the servants are trying not to even speak your name. All your belongings you left behind were thrown away. Even those pretty kimonos you treasured. I sent one so you don’t have to wear that dreary miko outfit all the time.

You liked Homare’s Lip Rouge the best, didn’t you? I got you some, even though I know eldest brother already sent you some makeup. One can never have too much, after all.

Love from your younger brother,

Sonoko

July 25, 17XX

Sonoko,

How many times have I told you to stop calling me “eldest sister?”. It sounds too stiff. Call me “big sister” instead. Thank you for the lip rouge and kimonos. I had plenty of fun trying them on.

Omako must have already left for his honeymoon I assume. Please try to tell him covertly that I wish him well and that he has a good marriage.

Sonoko is probably busy taking over some things since Omako is gone, so tell him I told him to rest.

I miss you all dearly. I hope I see you sometime.

Love,

[Name]

August 8, 17XX

[Name],

There’s been some rumours about a man frequently visiting the shrine. There are rumours around that he’s your paramour because he said he was visiting you.

When mother and father heard it they were furious.

I’m a bit worried, [Name]. Now that you don’t have our family’s protection anyone can prey on you. Please don’t trust strangers too much.

I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve seen him from afar and I don’t like him. Please reply back as soon as possible.

From,

Komaki

August 9, 17XX

Brother,

Don’t worry. Yes, he is visiting me but we aren’t lovers. He’s just interested in my hobby of botany! Recently we’ve been talking about mythical flowers. Recently we’ve been speaking about blue spider lilies. he believes they’re real but honestly I think it’s just a legend.

Don’t worry, he’s only an acquaintance. I promise I’ll be careful.

Sincerely,

[Name]

August 11, 17XX

Big Sister,

The man who you’re talking to is Kibutsuji-san, right? I spoke with him earlier today... Honestly he seems off to me... I don’t know if I feel comfortable with you being around that man. Please tell me he doesn’t stay for long?

Some of the villagers said they stopped coming to the shrine because of him, you should be careful.

From,

Sonoko.

August 12, 17XX

Sonoko,

Yes, Kibutsuji-san is the man who has been visiting the shrine recently. Don’t worry; He said he’s just here on a business trip so either way he’ll be leaving soon. Maybe you’re overthinking things? Aside from being overly-charming there’s nothing off bout him.

I do find it weird how the regular visitors have stopped coming... even Aioka-san has stopped and she was the most devoted follower I knew... do check up on her for me.

It would be rude of me to suddenly reject a visitor, but don’t worry. I can take care of myself.

Love,

[Name]

August 13, 17XX

[Name],

I’m doing this for your best interest. I investigated this “Kibutsuji” man and found he is married, as well as he has some suspicious circumstances around him.

I don’t mean to sound controlling, but as your eldest brother I will do what I must to protect you.

I want you to leave the shrine now. I can make sure you’ll be sent somewhere safe and taken care of, just never speak to him again.

From,

Omako

August 14, 17XX

Brother,

If you truly wish for me to never speak to him again, I will do so. However, I still have duties as a miko. Meet me in three days in the morning at the bottom of the mountain where the largest cherry blossom tree is.

Love,

[Name]

August 17, 17XX

[Name],

Why weren’t you there? It’s not like you to completely miss meetings without notice. Did that man do something to you? Please reply.

From,

Omako

August 18, 17XX

[Name],

Why aren’t you replying? We’re worried.

From,

Komaki

August 19, 17XX

Big Sister,

If you don’t write back by the end of the day we’re coming up to see you with guards and servants whether you like it or not. Please tell me you’re safe.

From,

Sonoko

August 19, 17XX

This is a report by the head servant of the [LastName] household. During the afternoon right before sunset Lord Omako, Komaki and Sonoko took most of the guards and servants to visit the shrine Lady [Name] resided in. They wished to investigate why Lady [Name] no longer replied to their letters. Letters were written to the other shrine mikos however they were all unreplied.

Upon the journey up the mountain, much to our disturbance, many of the of the shinto statues were destroyed. The mailbox halfway up the mountain was found to be filled with letters, the earliest dating back to August 17 of Lord Omako’s letter asking where you were, followed by the two more letters. Considering the last letter before that was sent by Lady [Name] on August 14, something could’ve happened to her leading her anywhere from 5-2 days ago. Whatever it was, it was severe enough for Lady [Name] to be unable to reply. The other shrine maidens did not reply to the letters sent either.

It was when we got to the top entrance did the pungent smell hit us, sending even the most hardened of our soldiers weakened. The commander who was a veteran to battles and death knew the scent immediately; rotting corpses.

We rushed further into the shrine only to see dried blood on the ground, shattered shinto statues and the decomposing bodies of the shrine maidens. They’re bodies seemed to be left to rot there for around 5 days. Horrific injuries were on them, being pierced by something too blunt to be a sword, but having clearly been impaled; It was clear it was murder.

We frantically searched for any signs of Lady [Name] however, much to both relief and panic she was nowhere to be found. All her belongings were left behind from her kimonos to her makeup.

Word got around and some villagers thought Lady [Name] was responsible for the murders and she had ran away, but considering the fact that all your belongings were left untouched and the destruction and injuries were too much for her to do, they were easily proven wrong.

The only theory was that she were kidnapped, but considering the fact she as banished from the [LastName] family, it’s unknown why as chances were a ransom would not be payed.

The only other reason why she would be taken is (and I hope with all my soul this is not the reason) was to take her forcefully as a wife, or to sell her someone, perhaps a brothel? Thinking of such hearts my heart; Se was always a peerless beauty and the envy of every woman’s eye, but with her frail body it would only cause worry and paranoia.

Regardless, that does not answer the question of who took her. Even our strongest soldiers and people in the village could not make such horrific destruction and injury. If the person who took her was this strong... Lady [Name] never had a chance.

Lord Omako has drowned himself trying to find her, with his wife’s family sending aid as well.

Lord Komaki and Sonoko aren’t coping well; none of them are. I have a feeling they’re blaming themself for not taking you sooner.

Lady [Name], I hope nothing but safety for you. I, as a loyal servant to the [LastName] household, wish nothing but the best for you despite the fact you were excommunicated by the family. You will always be the noble lady of the [LastName] family.

Unedited, and yeah, this is just some insight on [Name]’s backstory. Now, yes, she was born in the Edo Period somewhere in the 1700′s, (idk when which is why they have an X). Idk if they had letters/journals but oop lmao.

#demon mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #x reader #female reader

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knoxs2nd · 9 months

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jessica and yasu foils thoughts

yasu, who outwardly was gentle, meek, and docile - the ideal lady - secretly wanted to be loud and outgoing

meanwhile jessica, our outwardly brash tomboy, secretly wanted to be seen as delicate, ladylike, and be taken care of

also consider how yasu took inspiration for beatrice's fun, brash personality from jessica because battler is attracted to fun women he can be friends with

meanwhile, jessica asks shannon for romantic advice because she doesn't see herself as appealing to men, but ofc shannon is

these two and their relationships/social circles brings up a really interesting take on women's society

because yasu, the passive, obedient, shy, "weak" one, the idealized perfect servant and later wife role, gets bullied by other girls for being an easy, weak target. yasu thinks, hey maybe she just needs to be nicer...more competent.....grow up and get a new social circle. but yeah nope, doesn't work. that personality makes you appealing to men/romantic partners...but to other women? in this misogynistic society, they Will Tear You Apart

(also see: how much kyrie despises asumu for being a Stupid Weak Woman, or even eva toward natsuhi for being Such A Pathetic Woman Good For Nothing But Her Womb)

meanwhile, jessica is fun and gets along with everyone! everyone flocks to her and she's a natural leader! but then....wait...that's not appealing to men. why can't she get a boyfriend? is she not ladylike enough? she has all these friends but she's not attractive?

be a perfect lady, meek and passive and loyal to your husband: other women will sideeye/shun you. be alone forever

be someone who everyone likes, have a fun, loud, magnetic personality: oh no those aren't good qualities for a girlfriend/wife. be alone forever

misogyny! all the way down!

#character: yasu #character: jessica #favorite

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Freya, the "It's On" story... please I need to know more!

“Now which hole should I claim first?”

Which one does he claim first? How many rounds does he go? What does he do? How innovatively does he punish? All holes? 🥵

I neeeed to knowww!!

Girl you cannot leave me hanging and aroused like that!! Please I need more 🥺

Oh you are a curious little kitty aren’t you? So what does happen next in It’s On?...

Summary: After being locked up in the basement, Henry sets loose and gets his revenge.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x ofc (1st person pov)

Warning: 18+, RPF, poetic anal sex, vaginal sex, fingering, double penetration I guess, creampie, maleDom, bondage, punishment. If these theme bother you then don’t read it.

A/N: This is a basement AU, this niche, this is somewhat of a smutty crackfic. It turned out poetic but I wrote it early morning in bed...Not Beta’d. we die on our mistakes like August slipping off a cliff, kissing a hook and crashing into raging fire.

It’s on - part two

The air was damp with lichen scented mist and the heat of our bodies as he held me in restraint. His hand groped, squeezed and seared the muscle beneath my shivering skin.

"Not so smart and mouthy now that I'm in charge..." he provoked with a smack and broke to a malevolent chuckle at the bounce my body made.

"Oh c'mon now, pet, you thought it was funny when it was me tied up to that chair and bound to your mercy."

Dutifully spitting on his hand, he reached to coat his thick shaft with saliva, preparing himself for the imminent conquest of my body. Another low growl reverberated through the basements rackety walls at the touch of his own coarse hand over his shaft.

It's been far too long since he yielded the freedom to touch himself.

Bound and bent on the desk, I could only do so much as squirm beneath the imprisonment of his body. My empty core ached for his intrusion, twitching, throbbing like a begging whore, wetness glistened over the back of my thighs, and Henry laughed once more as he pressed himself between my petals.

"Go slow," I pleaded, "I want to enjoy you, I want..."

But my words were broken by a hiss. The touch of Henry's bulbous monster stole my ability of speech; instead, I emitted pathetic little whimpers, urging him to invade my flesh.

Tears of joy almost sprang as he gently pushed.

"Hmm", Henry uttered but then slowly slid the tip higher, tracing the fine path until he reached my puckered ring.

"Oh!"

"We never tried this one before, haven't we?"

'Fuck.'

Before I could even prepare myself for the foreign sensation, he pressed inside - slow like honey drizzle, he made every inch meaningful as he sank into the bottomless dark pit.

"Fuck!!!"

We both cried out - the pain of being split open, taken in the forbidden cavern made my entire body stiffen with surprise, and yet I wanted him even deeper, paying no mind to chaste biddings, nor to my discomfort.

Holding onto the strap of the belt wrapped around my throat, he drove further into my ass, anchoring himself in the sea of darkness until his heavy sack pressed into the pillows of my rear.

The sensation was astonishing, almost making him collapse atop my body and the pressure, by god! The taunting pressure of having him stuff the wrong orifice and leave my dripping pussy abandoned made me want to howl.

"Please, fill every inch of me!"

Always the pleaser, he glided a hand between my slippery folds and penetrated my cunt as finally, he began thrusting inside me. I was almost embarrassed by how quickly my canal seized him, tightening around his long fingers as he fucked both holes.

"I can feel myself moving," he gasped, curling and angling his fingers deep within; he sought to sense the press of his rod through the thin muscle. Groaning with amazement, he began to push and pull, his rhythm a punishing pace, every slam of his hips against my ass, every drag of his too-large cock inside my tight canal, reminding me my place.

And god, I wanted it, the humiliation, the sense of being captured, prodded and taken in such sin. The awkward twinge further increased the blooming pleasure - like a virgin... only far more corrupt.

I sobbed as I broke into an unearthly delirium, falling apart as his thumb moved gently above my clit and his fingers spread inside me.

"Good Girl," He choked out, pleased at the spectacle of my climax, "where do you want me to come?"

"I don't... I don't.. care!"

But I did care. As Henry suddenly pulled from my battered anus and plunged into my cunt I thought I would die of bliss. Walls still swollen and tender from my orgasm, I felt him in every cell of my body. In my head, the blood throbbed, and I quaked and jolted against him like an obedient bitch.

"Forgive me, my love," he mumbled incoherently and latched his fingers around my neck, pulling me up as he began to fuck me with vigour.

It wasn't meant to last.

Two heaving, slamming sweaty bodies. We lost ourselves in this carnal euphoria. Within minutes I faltered once more, my rapture even further intense as now my womb milked around his cock.

"Inside me!" I cried, "come inside me!"

For a moment, I was in charge again, and Henry was my servant. Giving me everything I yearned for, he panted and moaned with despair, bottoming out until his held felled, and like a thin glass statue, he shattered into million bits and pieces, overflowing my womb with his bountiful white bliss.

"Did I hurt you too much?..." he asked carefully, relieving the belt from my neck and kissing the blades of my shoulders.

"A little..." I admitted, "but in a good way."

Spreading his apology with dozen butterfly kisses, he embraced me and then pressed his bristly cheek to my nape.

"Does this mean I can move into the bedroom?"

#henry cavill #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x ofc

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pretty-toru · 3 years

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Hi! I love love love your Toji fic and was wondering if you have any fluff scenarios with Naoya it’s very out of character so it’s okay if you can’t :))) thank you so much!

sweeter with time┆naoya zenin

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 815

୧ synopsis: you challenged him to love you, and reluctantly, he accepted.

a/n: aAHH, thank you thank you! I’m really glad that toji piece was well-received! ofc Naoya is quite controversial but it won’t stop me from ignoring his bad qualities lmao

Beneath the sweet embrace of darkness and indolent silver Naoya watches you. His eyes are so different in odd moments like these, more soft than anyone knew or could have thought possible. You were all sorts of vulnerable and beautiful, and he never noticed the beauty in serenity as he observes the opalescent glow accentuating your features. The intimacy of hearing your soft and content sighs as you partake in a world of starry dreams.

And to be honest, he doesn’t know how it really happened or when it started. He never truly lived a moment of his life before meeting you, never understood what it means to love someone when he spent his entire upbringing with the fixation of taking over the Zenin clan. Never once experienced a shred of affection to nourish his heart to know the difference between real love and complete lust.

When you both were matched in an arranged marriage, he didn’t think either of you had a choice to refuse the union. He knew that it was a well-meaning tradition in strengthening a relationship between two families, so there was a lot of pressure and expectations to uphold in supporting your respective clans. He was prepared to play the role of a husband as long as you knew your part well. And besides, it wasn’t like either of you were in it for a relationship.

Naoya wasn’t planning on caring about you or even thought much about you if he’s being honest. All he knows is that he desired a proper wife that is obedient and knew how to care for her husband. And in return, he would reciprocate the same amount of affection given that he was content with your performance.

However, you were something entirely different from what he thought you were going to be. You see his past and see something to be afraid of, but instead you accepted the lovely and unlovely parts about him. For someone whose kindness of heart matches the kindness of their words was simply too good to be true. He’s been around servants his entire life to know that coming off as genuine is something that can definitely be practiced.

You should know what kind of person he is by now. So, he’s half-expecting you to protest for your happiness, reject his entire existence, and curse his arrogant image and selfish ways. He’s aware of the rumors circulating in the manor about him, and the careful whispers from servants suggesting that it would be easier for you to leave him than tolerate him. The after thought lingers in his mind, yet you choose to stand by your partner and even he wonders why.

“How much longer are you going to pretend? There’s no one around to see you putting up an act.” There’s a strain in his voice and the weight of exhaustion on his shoulders, and the disinterest gaze doesn’t go unnoticed on your part. The longer you were with Naoya, the more you became accustomed to the hot and cold cycle in his treatment of you. Although, it still chipped away at your heart whenever he turned you away.

“You’ve worked hard today, I just wanted to help make you feel a little more comfortable.” You said sweetly, appearing crestfallen and slowly retracting your attempt to initiate a back rub on your dear husband. “I’ll um―I’ll just wait for you in the chambers then.”

“Oh? Well then, shouldn’t you finish what you started?” Was what Naoya wanted to say before you disappeared from his sights. There was a part of him that has grown around you, and every once in a blue moon he would take a step back and wonder how the cosmos came up with you. And thinking of being with anyone else sounds close to impossible, because you were comfortable and you were content. The problem is that he never expected to be one of those people who was capable of such tenderness and sentiments.

Naoya retires to your shared bedroom and finds your sleeping countenance―you looked so calm and so sweet. He gently thumbs your cheek as he searches your pretty face, and his name barely above a whisper escapes your mouth. He can still see the remnants of sleep fluttering in your lashes, and he thinks it’s stupid and meaningless, but in his heart of hearts he needed to know.

“Were you scared? To marry me, I mean.”

He doesn’t know if he was expecting a response. He was a moment too late in noticing that he accidentally spoke his thoughts into existence. Though, the way your clear gaze poured into him made his heart glow embers. You hum affectionately, nestling deeper into the warmth of his touch and you answer him in a heartbeat. And suddenly all was right in the world.

“Would you believe me if I said no?”

#naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin #naoya x reader #zenin naoya x reader #zenin naoya #jujutsu kaisen naoya #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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plan-d-to-i · 3 years

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Hi!! as someone who never liked JC since his first appearance on the book, I never really read fics with him or reconciliation on it (I lived through domestic abuse, don't need more of it), so I never really understood what the term "shuangjie" means or where it came from. Do you know? or one of your followers? bc I'm just kinda lost as to why people use it.

I'm sorry to hear that. I think anyone who's gone through it feels the vibe immediately and finds it intolerable.

It's just what WWX says to jc when he tries to make him feel better after YZY storms in WWX room where he's recovering from the Xuanwu cave & throws a shit fit and slanders his parents... and then jc throws his own shit fit... :

WWX: “So what if the GusuLan Sect has its Two Jades? The Yunmeng Jiang Sect will have its Two Prides!”

"双杰" translated as Two Prides in the Exiled Rebels translation but I've seen Twin Heroes floating around too. Ofc jc interprets it as "I'll be your blindly obedient servant for life". It's also basically the tag for all the Yunmeng Bros 4 EvEr content 😷

#mdzs #answers

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years

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Fic: The Teachings of a Prince, Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Rating: Explicit

Fandoms: The Great Wall/Game of Thrones

Ships: Pero Tovar/OFC named Lina / Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand (probably all together later)

Tags/warnings (whole thing): dubcon, mentions of rape (not by that name), relationship forged by necessity, something that could qualify as infidelity, grooming, f/f kissing, oberyn and ellaria are seductive little shits.

Summary: Lina, companion to Pero Tovar after he saved her from a whorehouse, arrives in Sunspear when Pero is hired by Oberyn Martell. It doesn’t take the sensual prince long to sink his claws into the love-starved Lina. Pero, however, isn’t willing to let her go, but for him to keep her, he needs to up his game…

Ellaria Sand is impossible to take one's eyes off of.

The paramour of the prince of Dorne is like a bronze statue of a goddess to Lina. As tall and beautiful as she is kind, she gracefully moves around the palace, scattering warm words over Lina who trails behind her. The attention is wanted but difficult to understand and accept. Ellaria is everything that Lina is not, has everything that Lina could barely even dream of, and yet she seems to have a genuine interest in this quiet newcomer. Lina has a creeping suspicion she is being used as entertainment for both Ellaria and Oberyn, yet she obediently sits down to eat with Ellaria, walks in the gardens with her, joins her and Oberyn to watch the soldiers train. The love story of Ellaria and Oberyn is something that Lina studies with great admiration and immense longing. And now it seems like Ellaria is inviting Lina to have a taste of what it is like to be as wanted and loved as she herself is.

It starts with Lina purposefully walking towards the kitchens to volunteer her service there after Pero's departure from their chamber. Pretending to be asleep, she avoided confrontation with him, feeling guilty but also strangely exhilarated after having turned him down the previous night. She has never done that before, and it feels like a first step towards... something more. Having her own voice, her own mind.

On her way to the kitchen she meets Ellaria, who greets her with a smile so dazzling and seems so genuinely happy to see her that it throws Lina off course. Upon hearing where she's heading at this hour, Ellaria immediately puts a stop to Lina's plans.

"You are our guest and will absolutely not work in the kitchens!" With that firm ruling, Ellaria brings Lina with her to the garden where they spend the morning lounging on daybeds. Lina is not accustomed to idleness and finds it awkward to be waited upon by the servants but slowly, she succumbs to a comfort she has never experienced before. As she relaxes, she begins to understand just how on edge her muscles have been under a long time. Travelling with Pero is not a comfortable lifestyle yet the only one she felt she could have and still be safe. Now that her body is no longer shackled by fear and survival instinct, it begins to wake up to other pleasures.

Like Ellaria pampering her with a fragrant rose petal bath and washing her hair, then wrapping her in a soft, large sheet and rubbing her dry.

"You are such a pretty girl," she woos her protégée, moving a few stray strands of mousy hair from her face. "Let me show you just how lovely you are."

Calling for servants, Ellaria spends the whole afternoon providing Lina with a regimen of beauty treatments. A chamomile, calendula, and citrus oil gives her hair a golden shine, a cold-pressed nut oil softens her dry, neglected skin. Ellaria even convinces her to have her body hair removed with a sugary paste. Why anyone would submit to that kind of torture only to have to repeat it again in a fortnight Lina cannot comprehend, but she complies without protests – until she realizes it is not just the hairs on her legs and in her armpits the older woman is talking about.

“Your man will love to see your little treasury without hair,” Ellaria guarantees. “He will want to taste you at once, and never let go.”

The thought of Pero’s mouth anywhere near that part of her body makes Lina blush, but she endures the rest of the searing pain without complaints. Stretched out on a table with a servant working between her open legs, Lina tries to block out the pain by watching Ellaria inspect her closet for garments to hand down.

“No clothes of yours will fit me,” Lina points out to Ellaria, who is taller and thinner. Had Lina been the matron of a farm, a mother of many children, she would definitely have been a stout woman with child-bearing hips. Her current circumstances, however, have left her looking slightly less rounded than she could be. Having been on the road and been exposed to hard labor, her arms display more muscle than Ellaria's, and her skin is sunburnt, not sunkissed.

"Nonsense," Ellaria dismisses her feeble protest, "my seamstress will do whatever modifications needed. We will have you looking like a princess for your champion tonight."

“I am no princess,” Lina mutters to herself, but keeps her voice down for fear of seeming ungrateful. She is grateful for this, for being so well treated and appreciated. Still, a whole world separates her from Ellaria and her daughters and no beautifying treatments and exquisite clothes is going to change that.

But Lina’s hair is done, her skin moisturized and fragranced, her body draped in something softer than she has ever felt before. As evenings falls and it’s time for supper, Ellaria takes Lina with her to the prince’s balcony, where the tables are loaded with food and drink.

Feeling trepidation at the prospect of an evening with Ellaria and Oberyn, Lina is startled to see that Pero is present. He’s sitting on a chaise, still in his armour and seemingly unimpressed with the feast and the conversation of the prince lounging on a divan next to him. He looks up when Ellaria glides out with Lina following her, and his frown dissolves for a moment when he sees her. His dark eyes rest heavily on Lina’s body, but so does the gaze of Oberyn. True to her nature, Lina shrinks under the scrutiny of the two men but Ellaria’s words of encouragement from earlier echo in her mind: You are the most sublime being he has ever seen. Let him know that is a privilege for him to even be looking at you. Lina does not feel sublime but she manages to muster up enough courage to meet Pero’s gaze and give him a smile. She then sweeps her gaze over to Oberyn and greets him in the same way.

The frown on Pero’s face is back and when Oberyn nimbly gets up to greet the ladies, he does not follow suit.

“Like goddesses you seem to me,” Oberyn addresses both of them with a hand over his heart. He takes Lina’s hand in both of his and brings it to his lips.

“Look at this budding desert flower,” he purrs, “almost ripe for the picking.” Lina’s gaze travels to Pero, whose jaw is tightly set, yet his features show nothing but detachment.

Oberyn now lets go of Lina and she is completely forgotten when he directs all his attention to Ellaria. “My beloved, every hour of the day not spent with you is an hour wasted.”

“The day may be over, but the night is young,” Ellaria replies huskily and the couple melt together in a kiss that feels almost obscene and should be saved for the privacy of their bedchamber. Yet they are completely free of shame.

As there are no more available seats, Lina hesitantly sits on the edge of the chaise Pero is occupying. He seems as bothered by the display in front of them as Lina is but instead of averting his eyes, he stares disapprovingly at the couple.

He does not acknowledge Lina with a single word or glance.

As the quartet dines, Lina can’t help but jealously admire Ellaria and Oberyn. Their dedication to each other is astounding. It seems like whenever they are in the same room, they only have eyes for each other. Throughout supper, Ellaria sits in Oberyn's lap and feeds him something: berries, nuts, her fingers. It is with considerable ease that Oberyn maintains his discussion with Pero, considering the other man’s taciturn disinterest, and the constant canoodling with his paramour. Lina stops listening after a while and just focuses on her food which, although delicious, fails to give her an appetite.

This feels wrong. She cannot do this, cannot be like Ellaria. Pero is not Oberyn and it is foolish of her to expect him to be anything but his surly self. She glances at the charming prince to see him kiss a strawberry from Ellaria’s lips, but his eyes are fixed on Lina. He winks at her and clearly enjoys seeing the colour rise in her cheeks.

Turning her head to Pero, Lina expects nothing but precisely what she sees: him bent over his plate, clearly irked about the lack of a table, quickly shoving meat and bread into his mouth, washing it down with wine. He always eats like it’s his last meal on earth and Lina cannot blame him. A lifetime of battle, of being on the road and never knowing where the next meal will come from will do that to a man. Still, manners are free and Lina wishes he could make an effort. If not for himself, then for her.

And yet… she appreciates how uncompromising he is. He bows to no one, not even to her.

Oberyn drains his goblet and Ellaria refills it. One hand around her slender waist, he looks from Lina to Pero, an almost feral glint in his eyes.

“Have you two ever fucked another couple together?”

Lina almost chokes on her drink and Pero looks up, the line between his brows deepening.

“Some of us have no time for such frivolity,” he says in a voice a lot more unkind than Lina would ever have dared to use to a prince. But Oberyn merely smiles.

“There is always time to fuck. Everybody does it, from the poorest peasant to the richest king.” Oberyn’s hand slides down from his paramour’s waist to her buttock.

“And you and I, my friend, have the great benefit of fucking the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. Why not do it together?”

The seductive smile on Ellaria’s lips sets off a surge of desire deep inside Lina. She has never been with a woman, never thought she would be interested in being with a woman, but she wants to be with Ellaria.

And through Ellaria… with Oberyn. Oberyn with his soft-looking lips and impeccably trimmed beard, suave smile and those eyes that looks right through her clothes…

Feeling guilty for her disloyalty towards Pero, Lina moves a little closer to him. Her heart is beating hard when she nervously wets her lips and whispers:

“Can we?” Softly, she places her hand on his thigh, feeling the outline of hard muscle underneath the fabric of his trousers. His stunned silence is filled with questions, but he does not look at her. He has never heard her express any wishes in the area of sexuality.

It is like he only now realizes that she even has desires of her own.

With a scoffed grunt, Pero tosses his plate onto the chaise next to him and gets up.

“You may have bought my sword,” he states, his voice tight as he stares directly at Oberyn, who merely looks amused, “but that does not mean you have bought my cock.”

With that, he leaves in a stride heavy and fast-paced with anger.

Aghast at his rudeness, Lina cannot bear to look at Oberyn and Ellaria, not until Oberyn starts to laugh.

“He has few words and he knows how to pick them, does he not, precious little desert flower?”

Something in Lina is ignited and she stands up and glares at Oberyn, with his cocky grin and golden tunic lewdly showing off a large part of his smooth chest, Ellaria with her hand inside that tunic, a heavenly smile on her painted, pretty lips. Who do they think they are, toying with people like that? How dare he laugh at Pero who may not be the most cultivated of men but has a good heart.

“You need not make fun of him!”

“I most certainly am not, sweet Lina. I admire a man who chooses his words with care,” Oberyn reassures her, tilting his head as he regards her. “Now, he may have opted out of tonight’s pleasures, but I hope you will join me and Ellaria?”

“He barely looked at you,” Ellaria reminds her. “You made yourself beautiful for him and he didn’t even look. Stay with us, Lina, let us show you how appreciated you are.”

Her words are rich with honey and the promise of unknown pleasures, but loyalty to her protector makes Lina shake her head.

“I… no. I can’t.”

Mumbling an apology, she flees the balcony and hurries to her quarters, hoping to find Pero there. Suddenly anxious that he will think she had something to do with the supper and the suggestion Oberyn made, Lina feels the need to explain herself to him.

And the way he spoke up against Oberyn… Lina has come to know Pero as a man of principle but she had not expected him to speak against the wish of a prince so strongly. The respect she felt for him in that moment is now converted to desire. She wants him, not in the way Ellaria speaks about but how he has always taken her: hard, fast, without embellishments.

She finds him in their shared room, shedding his armour. He looks up from the straps and lacings when she enters and the disdain in his dark eyes makes her stop in the doorway.

“Pero?”

“Have you come here to gloat?” he growls, looking down at his lacings. Slowly, Lina walks into the room, so used to help him get undressed that she can’t help her instincts to assist him. As she gets closer, however, Pero takes a step back, so she stops.

“Why would I gloat?”

“I saw how you looked at him. I’m a crude, simple sell-sword in comparison.”

“I – I don’t… compare you?” Lina stutters, so shocked by his words that she doesn’t know what to say. This is the first time she has ever heard him utter anything that suggests that he would be concerned with her perception of him.

“No?” His hard gaze roams over her body, from top to bottom. Lina suddenly feels like a pig dressed up in finery, a pet decked with pearls. If only she was back in her old, threadbare clothing, her hair swept back into a simple braid constantly on the verge of coming apart…

“They have dressed you up as the whore you are,” Pero declares laconically before taking off his chainmail. It falls to the floor, heavy and clinking, and he steps over it to pace to the side table, where an open bottle awaits him.

Lina stares at him, face drained of colour. The cruelty of his words were a knife to her heart, and him turning his back on her is the twisting of the blade.

In spite of everything, she was always just a whore to him.

Blinded by tears, she stumbles out of the room, arm curled around herself just below the ribcage, as if that could stop her emotional bleeding. Without thinking of where she’s heading, she soon finds herself outside the quarters of the prince. The servant girl outside the door stops her from knocking but her desperate sob of I need to see Ellaria Sand bears fruit and she is let into the chambers. It’s as if she was expected.

Ellaria, naked as the day she was born, rises from the large bed and slowly walks up to her. Behind her, stretched out and equally naked, is Oberyn.

“Poor girl,” Ellaria consoles her, cupping her cheeks and passing her thumbs over Lina’s cheeks to dry her tears. “He is not worthy of you.”

“He is a fool and an oaf,” Oberyn agrees as he sits up languidly. “Come, prickly desert flower. Let me comfort you.”

Hesitantly, Lina’s gaze flickers from Ellaria to Oberyn, as if she only now realizes that they are naked. Despite herself, she stops at the sight of Oberyn’s manhood rising from the tangle of sheets, bobbing lightly against a strong, lean thigh.

“Let us take care of you, Lina,” Ellaria whispers as she leans in to kiss the younger woman. Lips soft and gentle, she carefully pries her tongue into Lina’s mouth. The salty taste tells Lina where those lips were just before she burst in.

She wants what Ellaria is having, so she lets herself be led to the bed, where Oberyn welcomes her.

Chapter 3

#my fic #game of thrones #oberyn martell #the great wall #pero tovar #pero tovar x ofc #oberyn martell x ofc #ellaria sand x ofc

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yandere-romanticaa · 4 years

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This is a request for you to write about your favorite character from Black Butler! I dont have a prompt or anything, but I want you to write something that'll make you happy uwu

Wait, you actually gave me an idea- And ofc I go and write for Sebatian, I just can't help myself. It is either Sebastian or Charles Grey, take your pick guys.

♡ Sebastian Michaelis ♡

He had been so kind to you that you simply had to return the favor. You did everything he asked you to which in turn pleased Sebastian to a great extent. It was like a breath of fresh air compared to the incompetence of the rest of the Phantomhive servants - but not you. Oh, never you.

You ate anything Sebastian gave you, even if it was poison you would have guzzled it down without putting a single thought in to it. Everything you did and didn't do, all of it was for Sebastian.

And the demon was delightfully surprised by your obedience.

The head butler was so used to cleaning up the mess left behind by others, but never once did you burden him like that. If anything, you even insisted to help him! Oh, how sweet that was of you. The amount of fun he had with you, it was unearthly. It was so easy to conquer that weak little heart of yours. All Sebastian had to do was give you a smile and you would lose your composure that exact moment. It was adorable.

And you would continue to be a good girl for Sebastian, yes? You wouldn't want to anger him now, would you? So dear, it's best to just keep doing what you are doing - serve Sebastian until your dying breath.

Or othervise, he might just be responsible for that very same breath.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere prompts #yandere male #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler x reader #yandere black butler #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #black butler x reader #black butler #yana toboso

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honeybomb4thebear · 4 years

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nsfw alphabet for souda??

Sure!

Warning: N//F*W!!! (&mentions of piss kink. he doesn’t have it, though)

KAZUICHI SOUDA N//F*W ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ If he is the dominant one, watch him cross his arms behind his head as he dreamily gazes into the ceiling. With his stupid smile that you've grown used to, of course. He will come down to earth shortly after, and will clean you up. ⦁ If he is the submissive one, he will rest his head on your chest, still breathing hard. Pat his head, then clean him up.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. ⦁ Lol why do you think he wanted to date a princess so badly? He'd happily play servant (or slave) for his s/o, both in and out of bed. A masochist too. As long as you don't hurt him much... Also is a canon degradee, so...

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ I doubt Kazuichi has a good diet, so it's kind of bitter. Cums quick yet not much, like he doesn't cum a lot yet it's still above average.

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ A switch sub! Like I said, it's the perverts who are switches lol

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ Lmao he is too much of a scaredy cat to be into it.

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ It's basically canon that Kazuichi wants to strip down a girl and check her bone structure. So he wants to strip you down and explore your body, observing your reactions while his hands trail on most sensitive body parts of yours.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ Probably more scared than you. Tears will appear on his eyes as he screams at the other person to get out.

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ Waist & chest. Trail your index finger on his sternum and waist, as you sit on top of him. He'll be blushing crazily and soon will try to take action if you take it too long.

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ He is much too excited to be romantic- seriously, he is such a virgin lol. He will glance at your body parts intensely, the eyes he used to strip you can now see your actual naked body so it's exciting for him. He'll still be showing how thankful he is, especially if you DEMAND him to do so, he'll happily do it with a joyful smile on his face, as his voice shakes with pleasure.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Tease him. Make him beg for it. Literally walk around in sexy clothes in the house yet do NOT let him touch you. Show off your body and drive him crazy, yet still reject him when he asks. Eventually, when he gives up to be more specific, jump on him lol

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Majesty’s servant, a degradee yet has a praise kink too, and maybe erotic electrostimulation only if he made the devices that he uses on you. It's safer that way, and it feels like he is still the one who pleasures you.

L=Location - Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ He says he won't want to take risks but when given the opportunity he'll enjoy it lol. For example, the public bathrooms, if you guys try to have sex there once it won't be the last time, probably. Since his sex drive is quite high he'll try to pull you away from everyone quite often. Reject him and look at the beautiful disappointment in his face lol-

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ If you push his limits too hard, he'll go to the bathroom to masturbate. He needs to calm down after all. Please punish him um- ⦁ Other than before meeting you, he had these erotic magazines that you see in animes and masturbated to them often.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Piss kink and further stuff. I just can't imagine him doing that at all. Also too risky stuff, like having the risk of one of you dying or sumth. Don't expect him to thrust into you without a condom too. I mean... Probably no.

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Fix his clothes as you look at his eyes with bedroom eyes. Like, you'd rather take them off completely. Paint his face with lipstick marks, as soon as he sees his face he'll be turned on so bad.

P=Position - Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ If dominant, missionary where he can observe your reactions closely. Or maybe bowstring on the chair. If submissive, doggy style. With a femdom, good ol' cowgirl where you also bring his hands to caress your tits.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ He does, like I said he needs to be taken care of quite often so yeah. Probably prefers actual sex, though.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ He'll observe your reactions while thrusting inside various places of you. When he finds your G-Spot, he'll get excited and will be really rough. The more you moan, the more he gets excited and fucks you harder.

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ I'd say 2-3 rounds since he doesn't have the most athletic body.

T=Toys - Do use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ He MAKES toys for you to use on him and to use on you- ⦁ He upgrades your toys as well.......................ofc he does.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ If you tease him too much, he'll try to get back at you but since he's too impatient he'll fail miserably. Punish him again lol-

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ He'll talk about how amazing it feels and is giggly as well. Will be obedient to you, so if you want him to talk about how much of a pig he is, he will. If you want him to praise you, he will. Doesn't moan much but you can still hear his pathetic whimpers.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ Like Teruteru, he will want to use vibrators outside... But on himself. He would never ask you to do such a thing to him, so you should ask him yourself.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ 5,6 inches erect, 3 inches girth.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ Quite often.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ Satisfied and happy, will sleep like a baby after taking care of you. Cuddles you in his sleep and you'll probably fall asleep shortly after.

#kazuichi souda x reader #danganronpa #sdr2 #kazuichi

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