#apologies if any of the translations suck

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Fate Fanservant: Moll Dyer, The Witch of the Frozen Rock(Avenger)

Ascension Stages:

First Stage: A mess of silver hair covers her head, and pouches full of strange medicines are seen attached to a worn-out white dress by belts. She stares ahead with an annoyed gaze as she leans against an old-fashioned walking cane as dark as pitch.

Second Stage: Atop her head is an old-fashioned witch’s hat, pure white and ragged. Her walking cane has been replaced with a traditional wizard’s staff, and her clothing is much more elegant and refined, akin to a noblewoman’s.

Final Stage: Her left arm has been replaced with a prosthetic made of solid ice, as has her right leg. Patches of ice cover her clothes and face, even blocking out one of her eyes. Points of sharpened ice jut out from her clothes, and the shadow of a white hound can be seen looming behind her.

Traits:

Class: Avenger Alternate Class: Caster, Alter Ego

True Name: Moll Dyer

Source: American History Region: America Alignment: Neutral Evil Attribute: Man

Known as: The Witch of the Stone, The Frozen Witch, The Witch of the White Hound

Voice Actress: Saori Hayami

Deck: QAABB

Parameters:

Strength: D Endurance: B- Agility: B Mana: EX Luck: D NP: A++

Theme:

Donovan - Season of the Witch (Official Audio) 

Aviators - Scarlet Vow (Halloween Song | NEW EP!) 

Passive Skills:

Avenger C:

It is said that long after Moll Dyer's physical body died and was lost to time, her spirit still lived on as a curse upon those who dared make their way to what remains of her home. The land itself is barren, and lightning strikes the area an abnormal amount of times.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own NP generation rate when taking attack by 16%. -500% Chance to reduce party's debuff resistance by 6% except self. (Including sub members) [Demerit]

Self-Replenishment (Magic) EX:

Her heart has been lost, torn out and crushed by the actions of the small town she had lived in. In its place is only bitterness and hatred, and a grudge that will never truly be satisfied no matter what. Humanity's own paranoia and cowardice, scorned her, destroyed her, and ultimately killed her. For this, the only retribution will be to do to them in kind.

The harshness of winter will engulf everything, man, woman, child. Nothing will be left from the aftermath of her righteous fury.

(FGO Effect): -Charges own NP gauge by 4.2% every turn.

Oblivion Correction C:

She will never forget that night, when she was chased from her own home. When the men shouted accusations of witchcraft at her, and pulled at her hair and clothes to try and have her hanged. When she had to flee from the wreckage of her own burning house for a crime she had never even committed. When she died alone and unloved in the cold winter, cursing humanity's horrible cruelty.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own critical damage by 6%.

Shaper of Lands EX:

A variation on the Territory Creation skill, this power allows the wielder to morph the very world around them however they please. Empowered by the Irish goddess of the land and weather and blessed by the grace of God, the very ground Moll walks on is turned into a barren wasteland of snow and ice, akin to a grand temple where she reigns as the sole goddess and ruler. With the power of the goddess that shaped the land itself, Dyer can fell mountains into valleys, raise canyons into peaks that scrape the sky, and shape the world around her as she sees fit.

In essence, she has no need to make a territory for herself, as Moll Dyer's territory is wherever she makes herself known.

(FGO Effect): -Increases own Arts performance by 12%. -Increases damage by 250. -Increases own debuff resist by 25%.

Active Skills:

Merciless Winter A:

Having been blessed by the goddess Cailleach in order to pursue her vengeance against the wickedness of humanity, Moll Dyer's power manifests as an incredible power over both snow and storm alike, allowing her to bring down divine wrath on her enemies with a terrible vengeance, freezing over anyone and everyone much like how Moll herself ended up frozen in the harsh winters of Massachusetts.

Alongside Cailleach's power, Moll can cast down terrible curses on her enemies, typically manifesting as the four tragedies most associated with her. The plague that drove the town up into a frenzy looking for someone to blame. The fires that engulfed her home and forced her to flee for her life. The uncaring coldness of winter where she froze to death. And the terrible curse that manifested as her undying grudge against humanity and its cruelty. 

(FGO Effect:) -Apply buff to self (3 turns): --Decrease ATK for all enemies each turn (1 turn). --Decrease Defense for all enemies each turn (1 turn). -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies. -Chance to Stun all enemies

Innocent Monster (Witch) EX:

The skill given to those whose lives were distorted and broken by mankind, warping their Saint Graph as a result. In the case of Moll Dyer, even though she worked as a healer of the ill and injured, the townsfolk saw her as a witch for her solitary life and status as an immigrant. Soon enough, rumors about her ignited like wildfire, whipping her home of Leonardtown into a fervor once a plague struck them. Believing that they had been cursed by Dyer, the townsfolk set her house ablaze, and forcing her to flee into the forest, lest she be put to death.

Moll Dyer's body was found a few days later by a young boy, frozen solid with an arm raised up into the sky in a silent prayer to god. Yet another victim of the hysteria of humanity.

(FGO Effect:) -Gains critical stars every turn for three turns. -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns. -Inflict Spreading Fire status to self for five turns[Demerit]. -Greatly increase NP Gauge if burned(1 time, five turns).

Aloof Mercy B+:

Despite the fact that she claims to have abandoned any and all humanity she had left, Moll Dyer is still a competent witch with knowledge of many herbal remedies with the ability to cure sickness. While she is nowhere near as talented as Servants such as Asclepius or Nightingale, one can still find Dyer working on her own medicines. If one asks her, however, she will deny it to her very grave.

Perhaps she still has a little faith in humanity left after all.

(FGO Effect:) -Recovers party's HP every turn for five turns. -Removes party's debuffs. -Increase party’s resistance to critical hits for five turns.

Noble Phantasms:

Noble Phantasm: Séadchomhartha an Bhróin - The Moll Dyer Rock

Rank: A++ Maximum Targets: 5000 Range: 400km Classification: Anti-Army

The symbol of Moll Dyer's tragic and untimely demise, the Moll Dyer Stone is a minor artifact associated with curses and superstition that can still be found at Leonardtown, Maryland where she died. It is said that Dyer was found, hands and knees on the stone, frozen to death in a silent prayer to God to destroy the people that had run her out of town and killed her. Many of the townspeople's descendants have attributed personal tragedies to the curse of the stone, and those who have touched the stone have stated to have fallen ill, felt a deathly cold, or even fainted outright in its presence.

As a Servant, the Moll Dyer Rock has changed to something completely different. Thanks to the powers of the goddess Callieach, the stone has transformed into a massive menhir that towers over the land, a symbol of her own hatred of mankind. When Moll is in her menhir's range, her magical powers become amplified even further, and in turn all enemies within its range become afflicted by heavy curses. Simply destroying the menhir isn't enough to stop it entirely, either, as thanks to her powers over the land, Dyer can merely recreate another one in a matter of minutes.

(FGO Effect:) -Remove all buffs from all enemies(Applies first) -Increases damage against debuffed enemies for three turns(Applies first) -Deal heavy damage against all enemies -Decrease debuff resistance for all enemies for three turns -Inflicts Evil Curse status for 3 turns to all enemies

Noble Phantasm: Cú Bán Seilge - Visage of My One Friend

Rank: C+ Maximum Targets: 1 Range: — Classification: Anti-Unit(Self)

As a means of remembering the one creature who ever showed her true kindness, Moll Dyer can take the shape of a fearsome white wolfhound that can disappear and reappear like a phantom, passing through walls to shred at the victims behind them or phasing through attacks to avoid potentially fatal wounds. In essence, Moll Dyer becomes a ghost sent by God to destroy the evil and sinful of the world, taking the visage of the one being who protected her from the evils of man.

If the need arises, Dyer can also assume a form that is between human and hound, becoming a towering werewolf that retains both the hound's ghostly powers and fierce fangs and the witch's terrible magics and commandment over both earth and frost, becoming akin to a devil that torments the wicked.

Voice Lines:

Summoned: Avenger, Moll Dyer. I am an instrument of God’s will, carrying out vengeance in His name. If humanity’s heart chooses to harden in the face of kindness, then let the chill of death allow their bodies to match their spirit.

Level Up 1: Do you seek to find mercy from me if you can give me trinkets, child? Hmph. How foolish. My wrath is not so easily bought. 

Level Up 2: It appears my old bones are stronger than even I anticipated...

1st Ascension: Hmmm... How interesting, I never wore these clothes back when I was alive, and yet... I see. Is this what the youth today call 'high fashion'? I quite like it, I must admit. It suits me nicely.

2nd Ascension: Well, it seems that my age has yet to catch up with me. I'm surprised how well we're doing as a pair, child.

3rd Ascension: This is the truth of who I am, child. The phantom witch of the white forest. I was robbed of my life by the evils of humanity, and so too will I take the lives of others as recompense through the grace of God. There is no time for screaming. There is no need for despair. All that needs to be done... is silence this world. Then, and only then, will I be at peace.

4th Ascension: You're still here at my side? I must say, it's nice to have the company. Hmph. To think, humanity could ever produce a selfless soul such as yourself... Truly, I have been blessed by God to have someone such as yourself at my side, child. When mankind is consumed by frost... When humanity is buried beneath the earth... I will be sure to keep your grave intact.

Fight Start 1: God has blessed me, child. Let us see if you are half as fortunate...

Fight Start 2: Don't bother trying to fight against the winter, child. You will merely die tired.

Fight Start 3: Look upon the Shaper of Lands, and weep.

Skill 1: You're fifty years too young to even think of facing me, child.

Skill 2: Behold the despair of an eternal snowfall, and despair.

Skill 3: Let God decide your fate.

Command Card Select 1: I want to watch you die slowly.

Command Card Select 2: I will bury you alive...

Command Card Select 3: You will not live to see the sunrise.

Noble Phantasm Select 1: All that lives... Will be consumed in my vengeance.

Noble Phantasm Select 2: You will know the harshness of winter...

Noble Phantasm Select 3: Your death awaits!

Attack 1: Do you understand the terror of winter?

Attack 2: The cold bites at your flesh.

Attack 3: The wind tears at your eyes.

Attack 4: The fear rips out your heart.

Attack 5: There is no escape for you.

Attack 6: This land... Will become your grave.

Extra Attack 1: CÚ BÁN SEILGE!

Extra Attack 2: I will tear out your heart... And feast on your bones!

Noble Phantasm 1:

Humanity's own wickedness and evil put me to death and deemed it to be justice...

Allow me to return the favor.

Behold, the judgment of all mankind.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 2:

This land shall die by plague and frost.

Such is the will of God.

Séadchomhartha an Bhróin.

Noble Phantasm 3:

Ahahahahahahaha…

Run, scream, cry out all you like.

God will not show mercy to you sinners.

I will not show mercy to you sinners.

Such is the harshness of winter.

Damage from Noble Phantasm: Khhhhh…!

Regular Damage: Damn you…!

Defeated 1: God… please, give me strength…

Defeated 2: No… I don’t want to go back!

Victory 1: I think I like you better this way… Silent.

Victory 2: Let the snow bury any trace of your existence.

Bond Level 1: I see no point in us conversing, child. Stop wasting your time and mine, lest I turn you to an ice sculpture and shatter you where you stand.

Bond Level 2: What do you want from me, child? Surely you have better things to do with your time than bother me. Go on, leave.

Bond Level 3: I left Ireland in hopes of finding freedom from persecution. And I died alone in the cold like a common animal because of humanity’s cruelty. Tell me... Is that the mankind you wish to defend?

Bond Level 4: All I did was heal the sick and tend to the dying... And all I asked for was to be left alone. All I wanted... All I ever needed was to be left alone... Why... Why wouldn't they just leave me alone...?!

Bond Level 5: Damn you... God damn you to hell... You're persistent in just following me to the ends of the earth, aren't you? Fine, do what you will, I won't bother stopping you anymore. But if you insist on following me on this path, I will not allow you to leave it. Is that understood, child?

Dialogue 1: Tch. Stand up straight, child. Don't slouch everywhere, you're going to give yourself a bad back. Trust me, I speak from experience...

Dialogue 2: You summoned me to serve you. I will fight on your orders. No more, no less. Do I make it clear?

Dialogue 3: If it's not one stray dog following me around everywhere, it's another, I swear...

Dialogue 4: Let us be off. I don't know if we should kill the sinners, or gather materials for my work, but either way, it is far too cramped in this room.

Dialogue 5 (If you have D.P. Upham): That brash young gentleman… What a fool. Written out of his own country’s history, and yet he still chooses to fight for it as a Servant…

Dialogue 6 (If you have Clara Barton): Don’t give me that nervous look, young lady. Stand up straight and pick your jaw off the floor. You’re a doctor, so act like it.

Dialogue 7 (If you have Pecos Bill): Oh joy, it appears that drunken oaf is here as well... I don't know what's worse, the stench of alcohol, or her blind arrogance.

Dialogue 8 (If you have Yehûdâh Ish-Kerayot): The Frozen Hell of Cocytus... The Ninth and Final Ring of Hell itself... How interesting... I wonder whose ice proves colder, Judas Iscariot? Yours or mine?

Dialogue 9 (If you have Simo Häyhä): The sniper that stained red the ice and snow. Hmmm... Best be careful, old man. You never know when your own cover may betray you.

Dialogue 10 (If you have Hessian Lobo): Ohh… That’s a good boy! Yes… People have been kind and wicked to you as well, haven’t they, my king? Hmmm… We’re three of a kind, aren’t we?

Dialogue 11 (If you have Abigail Williams): A young girl, so pure, so fair... Tell me, Miss Williams... However does it feel to have the weight of dozens of bodies hanging around your neck? Must not be pleasant, I assume... But it is something you have to live with now. Until the end of time itself.

Dialogue 12 (If you have Anastasia): Russia's little princess... A beautiful gem stained by the blood of mankind's wickedness. If I had a granddaughter I think I'd like to have one like her.

Dialogue 13 (If you have Scáthach-Skaði): 'Goddess of Ice and Snow', hm? How quaint. Your power as King may be impressive, but can it stand against the Goddess that shaped the world itself?

Dialogue 14 (If you have Barghest): You there, the tall blonde one. Come here. Lie down, I can’t reach the top of your head. Ahhh… that’s much better. It’s not quite like it was back in the day, but it’s nice all the same.

Likes: Dogs are much better companions than people. They’re always loyal, they don’t make meaningless conversation, and they’re quite cute… Yes, the world would be much better if we had more dogs instead of people…

Dislikes: Superstition, fearmongering, moral panics… These are all things manufactured by humanity. These are the reasons why humanity should go extinct.

About the Holy Grail: God has already granted my wish… He has given me the strength to take my vengeance with my own two hands. Whatever more could I need?

During an Event: Hand me my staff, child. I would like to go for a walk today. 

Birthday: It’s your birthday, hm? Whatever does that have to do with me, child. Go, leave me be.

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"I can't stay here... Not anymore. Not with the stench of death and aura of rot hanging in the air. I don't think I can even look at their rooms anymore. Everything just feels so... wrong without them. It seems my neighbors agree... Everywhere I go, I get looks of fear and superstition."

"Perhaps a change of scenery would be good for me... I hear that the New World is in fashion these days... Perhaps I can find a boat that can take me there. Yes... anywhere but here would be nice. Who knows? Perhaps my fortune will take a turn."

Bond Level 1:

Height/Weight: 177 cm • 71 kg Source: American Myth/Historical Fact Region: America Alignment: Neutral • Evil Gender: Female

Alongside Tituba, Moll Dyer is one of the most famed victims of the colonial hysteria around witches. A former Irish noblewoman, it is said that Dyer left her home country of Ireland for one of multiple possible reasons. Her husband and sons had tragically died. Her family had fallen on hard times and she sought her own fortune. She hoped to find a land free of religious persecution. She had been run out of her own town after being accused of murder.

Whatever her reasoning for leaving, the truth of the matter was that Moll Dyer wanted to escape the demons of her own past, and find a place that would care for her and give her the happiness she was denied.

Bond Level 2:

Despite Moll Dyer's hopes for her future in the New World, she was destined to be made an outcast once again. Her faith, her tendency towards isolation, her mysterious past, and her talent for healing others all combined to make the townsfolk fear and revile her. Even when she worked her hardest to provide medicines and healing for the people in her small town, the people around her treated her with suspicion and vitriol, claiming she was a witch who brought down curses and misfortunes on people, even when she treated their illnesses.

As a consequence, Moll Dyer was banished to the outskirts of town, with no companions, save for a white dog that seemed to follow her wherever she went. No one knows where the hound came from, but it stayed at her side nonetheless. Together the two walked the streets of Seytontown, content to keep the other's company, even as death, disease, famine, and all sorts of misfortunes were laid at their feet. Not a lick of it mattered so long as they had each other around.

Bond Level 3:

The men came in the dead of night, screaming for her head. A plague, the influenza possibly, came through and infected dozens of people, causing many to die in the harshness of winter. For the townsfolk, this was the last straw. Surely, this had to be that witch's doing. The only way they could hope to save their own souls is to put her to death. So they came in, torches and pitchforks, ready to burn her alive.

The door caved in with a wicked crack, startling both the immigrant woman and her loyal companion awake. They grabbed at her, pulling at her hair and spitting in her face as they jeered wickedly.

"Witch!" they cried out. "You've cursed us all! You are little more than the Devil's own whore!"

A blur of white, a flash of fangs, and the accuser found his arm torn open by a hound's vicious fangs, dropping a torch to the ground and setting the frosted cabin alight.

"Damned cur! Back to Hell with you, monster!"

The ghostly hound was slain mere moments after by another hunter. But his sacrifice was able to buy his friend mere moments. She ran, desperate to escape the terrible mob, disappearing into the ice and snow, never to be seen by her pursuers again.

Bond Level 4:

"Cold... cold... I'm so cold... I can't even see in front of my face. I can't even feel my fingers and toes. All I can do is run for my life."

"They burned down my home... They grabbed me and shoved me to the ground... They killed my only friend. And now they've run me out of town to die alone here..."

"God, please... If you're listening to me... I only want to ask you one thing."

"Don't let them get away with this."

Bond Level 5:

Arms raised in a silent prayer to God, the so-called witch is almost quietly serene, like a beautiful glass sculpture. A faint smile is seen on her face as she looks up to the heavens. A quiet prayer is said in the hopes that someone would grant her salvation from her pain and suffering.

They didn’t find her body for days. It was only by chance that a shepherd’s son found her frozen corpse, raised in a silent prayer to God, stuck to a stone. Without ceremony, they pried off her body from the stone and buried her in an unmarked grave.

In the days after her passing, many of the mob who had invaded her home claimed to be afflicted by terrible curses. Disease, loss, and misfortune all followed them to their graves. A curse, or an act of God, it’s unsure to say. All that is known is that Moll Dyer died as she lived: an outcast.

Extra (Clear Lostbelt 4.6 “Great Rebellion”):

In life, Moll Dyer was nothing more than a fantastical legend; a footnote in the history of mankind, and one of many victims of a cruel and unjust system. She was nothing more than one of countless people who prayed to God for salvation, but went unanswered as she died alone and unloved, and left nothing behind but burning emotions of hate and fear. There aren't even true records proving her existence. All that Moll Dyer left behind were phantoms, and all that Moll Dyer was was a phantom.

Her Avenger incarnation from the American Singularity, however, is a different story. There, her prayers were answered by not one, but two gods. Granted the ability to shape the world as she saw fit and to manipulate the very elements themselves, Moll Dyer sought to achieve the justice that was taken from her and so many others like her, even if it meant that she was to become the very witch they accused her of being. It didn't matter how many lives were lost, what devastation was wreaked, or who begged her to stop.

No one would ever take anything from her. Never again.

#fate #fate fanservant #fanservant #fate oc #moll dyer #behold the second of my three avenger fanservants #apologies if any of the translations suck #i tried my best to make sure that they made sense #but all i had at my disposal was wikipedia google translate and deepl #regardless #moll dyer was a really fun servant to put together #i love witches in fiction so having the chance to try and make a fanservant based on one is pretty fun #especially since we don't have a lot of witches from colonial times in fate #not even tituba who is arguably the most famous victim of the salem witch trials #while moll dyer has a fairly minor place in history #what little is known about her is pretty interesting to me #especially with the story of her famous curse #i don't have a visual reference for her because i haven't had a commission done yet #and also there's really not a lot of fictional witches that match the vision i have of her #either way enjoy this werewolf ghost witch grandma

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They were all supposed to write on their pictures. Saiki didn’t. 

#on kuboyasus it says what he wrote on the blackboard when he introduced himself #it was translated as Kuboyasu was here #and I can't come up with a better translation #that last one just says ramen #My japanese writing sucks. especially on my tablet #and I didn't know one of the characters kuboyasu used #so it might be wrong #my apologies about the kanji anyway. nendos is supposed to look a mess #If I made any huge mistakes pls let me know. I'll correct it. #No cops at pride just kuboyasu embracing his delinquent past #that's right. he brought his bat for protection #these tags are getting too long #Saiki k #saiki kusou no psi nan #saiki kusuo #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki fanart #oh boy watch out here come the character tags #teruhashi kokomi #aiura mikoto #nendou saiki k #kuboyasu aren #kaido shun #look I had a lot more planned #but I'm just too tired #I might complete them later but for now this is it #Pride #pride 2022

[aemndx]

okay…. but imagine having aemond stuff his cum back inside you, loving to press his seed back inside your overstimulated cunt and breed you every day—

— 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒.

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author’s note: y’all betta know…… i just had to write something for this -- my imagination ran absolutely wild with this one. i didn’t wanna write a lot, just somethin mini for myself to get these sinful thoughts outta my head… im sorry in advance. ♡ if you enjoyed – please reblog, comment + leave ur feedback! thank u & happy reading. :)

warnings: minors dni. smut. breeding kink. p in v sex (slight). fingering. cunnilingus. female pronouns. possessive behavior. dark!aemond. wife!reader. overstimulation kink. pain kink. pet names. romance. fluff. any grammatical errors are my own – in advance, i sincerely apologize.

word count: 2,3k.

pairings: aemond targaryen x reader (f).

♡࿐ bliss.

true, undying bliss overwhelmed you, completely.

“you’re so perfect for me, my sweet girl,” aemond murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss against your forehead, lingering there and closing his eye for a moment, breathing you in.

pulling back after a few seconds, aemond observed your face closely, feeling a warm sensation tugging at his blackened heart, feeling it crack into a million little pieces, watching you gaze back up at him in awe.

there was a soft look in your doe eyes, wide and innocent and full of love.

love for him, your husband.

aemond would never admit it, but he was almost certain that the very same look graced his face too, softening his sharpened features with equal amounts of–if not more–love.

with a deep groan, aemond thrusted his cock inside your cunt a few more times, feeling your inner walls tightening around him, wanting to keep him inside and milk him dry.

a faint, little mewl escaped your swollen lips, making aemond lean forward again and capture your lips with his, kissing you slowly and passionately. the wet, warm muscle of his tongue slipped out, licking your bottom lip, before tugging it gently with his teeth, causing you to moan.

you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him flush against you – his naked, hard chest was pressed against yours, constantly brushing over your sensitive nipples, a whine making its way up your throat.

aemond smirked, reaching one hand up and tangling his fingers into your messy locks of hair, his other hand holding on to your hip to stabilize himself so to not crush you with his body.

“…mmm – gods, you were made to take my cock,” aemond purred against your mouth, slipping his tongue inside, your tongues slowly caressing each other’s sensually, neither of you in any rush.

“i love you,” you whimpered, your mouths molding together as one – perfection.

with one last gentle thrust of the prince’s hips, he squirted his warm cum inside of you, his load entering your womb.

aemond stilled his hips, your fluttering cunt sheathing his cock, making aemond throw his head back with a feral growl.

with his cock still buried to the hilt in your pulsing cunt, aemond squeezed your hip that he was holding, digging his fingertips into the sweaty flesh as he felt his cock twitch inside of you, softening and feeling spent.

immediately, he collapsed on top of you, his face nuzzled into your neck. sleepily, he started leaving little kisses against the salty skin of your neck, sucking on your pulse point, feeling your fingers gently brush through his long hair.

aemond practically purred, the feeling of your nails scratching lightly at his scalp, always a sweet comfort. “sweet girl… ‘m gonna try something,” aemond mumbled, though he did not move for a few more minutes, completely relaxed in the safety of your arms.

however, you did not mind – especially the feeling of his large cock still buried deep inside you, making your insides begin to tingle again, your belly tightening at the thought of his royal seed settling in your womb.

gods be good, you prayed silently for a son of your own to give to your dear husband.

you loved aemond more than anything – more than life itself, all that you wanted was to give him everything he wanted… most importantly, you wanted to give him all the love in the world, including an heir of his own.

suddenly, aemond slowly pulled himself out of you with a sharp hiss, not hearing you wince slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of being empty overcame you. you tried to suppress it, making your face remain neutral.

the prince simply leaned back on his knees between your spread thighs, tilting his head back and releasing a deep sigh of satisfaction. then, his head looked back down towards you, his one eye sharp and observing you, as usual.

aemond always enjoyed watching you, he liked making you feel uncomfortable, especially when around him, watching the way you’d start to overthink everything about yourself, making yourself think – was there something wrong with you?

it amused him greatly, no matter how many times he’d done it to you.

however, no matter how much the prince could be cruel, he’d never intentionally hurt you. releasing a calming sigh, aemond’s large hands moved to grasp both of your thighs, squeezing them and then shaking them a bit, watching them jiggle slightly with a twitch of his lips.

he adored your thighs.

then, his head snapped back up to look at you, his eye piercing and observing your naked figure, admiring it without shame.

the prince looked at the soft delicateness of your pretty face, down to your neck and collarbones that were littered in love bites from him, to both of your breasts which were swollen from him sucking and biting on them earlier, until you cried out his name.

you watched him trail his eye down further until he stopped at your bare cunt, watching it with an amused glint in his violet eye, his seed dribbling out of you slowly.

smirking, the prince seemed to have thought of a idea.

aemond slowly looked back up at your face, the sapphire that rested in the socket of his missing eye sparkled from the massive fireplace – although, you did not look away from him. if you knew anything about your husband, you knew how he loved a challenge, and you were not going to be the first one to look away.

no, not this time.

chuckling softly underneath his breath, aemond clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, before raising an eyebrow at you.

“will you be a good girl for me?” he asked, his tone flat but there was that hint of amusement hiding somewhere underneath.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the prince was up to something.

you gulped, nodding your head and started fidgeting with your hands, making him tsk at you, slapping your hands away. instantly, you stopped – nervousness eating away at you as you dropped your arms directly by your sides, waiting.

aemond hummed, nodding once before shifting his body so that he was now laying on his stomach, resting comfortably between your spread, open thighs. your cunt glistened beautifully, making aemond’s eye dilate with need and a feverish lust.

as he laid down, he could feel his cock twitch underneath himself, no doubt hardening once again. he couldn’t control himself when he was around you, you drove him nearly insane with a need to have you – always.

“my pretty little wife..” aemond drawled, his hands creeping up to rub up the outside of your thighs, his hands warm and comforting.

“you’re even pretty here, too,” he murmured, no doubt smirking as he heard you take in a sharp breath, his lips connecting to your mound, peppering kisses along the skin and across your hipbones.

he rubbed his warm, large hands up and down the outside of your thighs, closing his eye as he was merely enjoying himself – kissing, sucking, biting your hot skin into his mouth, moving down until his lips wrapped around your swollen, overstimulated clit.

you cried out into your shared chambers, one of your hands reaching up and grasping hold of one of the many pillows–one that happened to have belonged to aemond, since you loved to lay on it since it smelled like him–fisting your small hand into the soft material.

you immediately wrapped a leg around his head, unconsciously pulling him closer against your cunt, wanting more.

always, always wanting more of him.

aemond had made you come so many times tonight–too many times–that you had lost count.

without warning, aemond removed a hand from massaging the meat of one of your thighs and brushed a finger up your dribbling slit, gathering his cum that was leaking out and stuffing it back inside you.

you whimpered, fisting the pillow and the silk sheets below you, your head thrown back and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, feeling him curl the finger inside of you.

aemond hummed, continuously sucking and sending vibrations through your sensitive, little clit – before adding two more long fingers, stuffing them inside and just leaving them there, not moving.

almost like a plug.

minutes had passed, with just him sucking and flicking your clit back and forth with his hot tongue, though he fingers did not move, only remaining plunged inside of you, causing your walls to tighten and flutter, endlessly.

“aemond..!? what.. w-what are you doing?” you heaved, your chest rising and falling quickly, feeling your belly tighten once again, painfully – your muscles sore and aching now as you could feel yourself about to come again.

“please, aemond – i am going to come again,” you sobbed, sweating profusely and your heart feeling like it was about to explode in your chest.

aemond nodded, not missing a beat, “go on, then.”

“no..! no, no, no – please, aemond.. i cannot. it hurts, it hurts so much…” you sobbed, tears now burning your eyes, falling freely. your throat felt like it was on fire, as well as like it was closing from you gasping in too much air, trying your hardest not to come again.

however, aemond continued his ministrations on your clit, not stopping for a moment and evening wiggling his three fingers that were inside of you–keeping his cum from leaking out of you again–and with his other hand dug his fingers into the meat of your thigh that he was still holding, making you yelp in painful pleasure.

you were exhausted.

“p-please.. please,” you sniffled, shaking your head and begging.

aemond growled, pinching your thigh and then slapping it harshly in punishment, feeling you wiggling around too much.

“be sweet, wife – stop moving and come for me again,” he commanded, his words muffled but you could still understand him.

you choked on your own saliva, “oh, gods..” you whined, feeling your muscles tense and tense and tense, before the band inside of you snapped like a violin string and you let out the most earth shattering screech.

you cried your husband’s name over and over again, feeling aemond quickly squeeze in a fourth finger, beginning to curl all four of them inside of you, feeling your walls clamp down around them.

you were honestly afraid – afraid that he would want to see how much you could take and shove his entire fist inside–(you had heard ladies of the court gossip that their husbands had done that to them, and it was the most painful experience)–you never wanted to find out for yourself.

luckily, for you – even in your blissed out mind, you trusted your husband, knowing he liked pushing you to your limits, but knowing exactly how much you could take.

your thighs were quivering, your orgasm washing over you in tsunami waves of endless pleasure, with aemond continuing to gently lick your clit now, barely applying actual pressure – though his fingers remained.

“so, so perfect for me.. you’d done so well for me, my sweet girl.”

a genuine, dopey smile tugged at your lips, feeling relieved that you had pleased him, again.

once your high had calmed down, aemond pulled his mouth away from your clit, resting the left side of his face on your thigh, glancing up at you with a small smirk on his handsome face, watching you try to keep your eyes open.

“enjoy yourself, did you?”

you giggled, nodding your head yes. “i thought i was going to black out,” you confessed, embarrassment flooding your veins.

aemond lightly chuckled, “wouldn’t be the first time.”

you looked down, pouting and making him laugh harder, giving a sweet kiss to your thigh, before locking his violet eye with yours once more.

gods, how he loved you.

“i’m just teasing, my love.”

your eyebrows furrowed, “no, you are not,” you said, knowing he was speaking the truth – in fact, you had blacked out before while he was fucking you, his love for overstimulating you overwhelmed you.. time and time again.

although, you did not mind so much.

nonetheless, you liked to tease him back and pretend you hated it when he teased you – both of you knowing full well that you secretly adored it, just as much as he.

aemond snorted, before lifting his head and leaning forwards again, giving your clit a kiss, feeling you tense up immediately. “relax,” he said, eyeing your face. “i think you’ve had enough for tonight.”

you flushed, feeling his fingers twitch inside of you, before pulling them out slowly and began observing them.. they were drenched in his cum and yours, practically dripping on to your sheets.

aemond felt the corner of his mouth tug up, before opening his mouth and shoving all four fingers inside, sucking both of your mixed essence right off, swallowing with a low hum of approval.

your eyes widened, but then you licked your lips, watching him suck and work his tongue between each of his digits, his eye locked on yours as he put on a little show for you, smirking playfully.

with a pop of the last finger, he smiled, “delicious.”

you didn’t say anything, you couldn’t – you couldn’t even begin to describe how unbelievably attractive your husband was… and he was all yours.

“i love you,” you blurted out, but meaning it anyways. you were always more of the sentimental one between you two, but you could see the softness settle over aemond’s face every time you told him those three little words.

those three little words held so much meaning to him, especially coming from you.

aemond didn’t respond – instead, he climbed up your body, being careful not to crush you and settled until he was hovering above you, his face only mere centimeters away from yours. “..i love you, my beautiful wife.”

fin

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[wh1msic4alwasab1]

“𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫?” ✮⋆˙

synopsis: you give Neuvillette head under his desk during a trial in court

tags: oral, voyeurism, exhibitionism, vulgar, explicit

wrd cnt: 300+

a/n: rewrite/repost from first acc! ( hehe this is my most liked post ever )

Imagine giving Neuvilette the most amazing head while he's in court, actively being a judge.

You sit under the desk, knees bent and the wood covering your body that's sitting right between his thighs. You start by kissing his lower stomach, feeling a few jolts from his leg.

Then you kiss the top of shaft, working your way down.

And Neuvi, holding back so many noises while being present in the hearing.

Quiet hicks of breathe fall silent, as he has to fist his hands into a ball and grit his teeth while you suck on his pretty cock tip, your tongue sliding up and down his dick, his eyes sometimes looking down at you in between the defendants sentences, watching you devour him while he’s close to tears.

You take that opportunity to pull his cock out of your mouth, and slap it into your tongue while giving his tip a small kiss, driving him absolutely mad, and utterly embarrassed.

"Fuck y/n..." He mumbles.

"Your honor?" The defendant says.

"N-nothing, my apologies. Please...please continue Sir." Neuvillete says, while his eyes drop down to look at you again, eager for you to make him feel good.

He's already came a few times, it's amazing how much of his cum has been spilling into your mouth, some spilling out the corners and dripping down to your chest.

If his hand ever drops to his side, off the desk, you'll be quick to suck on his fingers, and guide his hand down to your breast, letting him spread his cum all over your breast, letting him play with them before putting them back into a fist and resting on the table after you suck them clean.

All while the court stares at him, awaiting the Ludex's commentary. His hand palming his face, as tears begin to form in his eyes, the pleasure almost too much.

As the trial goes on, you get more and make ballsy.

And that’s just too much for Neuvillette, who’s already spilled every essence he had into your mouth.

The minute he starts to shoot blanks is when trouble truly starts, as he can’t help but delay the trial. He gives the court some bullshit excuse, but really he can’t go on with his cock just inside your mouth.

You've got him absolutely struck.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

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[ultravioletrayz]

hii, i hope your day/night has been well !!

i was wondering if i could request husband miguel who’s at the society with chubby/curvy wife where reader is just literally stuck to him like glue because she’s on her period and like also period horny and she desperately wants a lolipop qnd miguel is like totally taking advantage of it by straight up making reader give him a bj for her to satisfy her oral fixation

Holy shit that’s so hot.

Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, oral (m. receiving), size kink (kinda), miguel and reader both being equally needy, public sex? (they do it in miguel’s office), miguel gets kind of rough so throat fucking ig, cum eating, awfully translated Spanish

Summary: following your husband around his workplace all day means miguel gets to take full advantage of your current… situation 🩸

A/N: someone give reader her lollipop :(

Word Count: 1.6K (unedited)

At this point, you couldn’t tell whether Miguel was genuinely clueless, or just being a dick. You’ve been following him around HQ all day, not wanting to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the Spider Society, all the while trying not to cry out in pain and discomfort from how bad your cramps are getting.

It’s like your body wants you to suffer. The dizzying combination of pain, exhaustion, arousal, and the desperate need to distract yourself with something, anything, is enough to make you scurry away from your husband in desperate search of any kind of relief.

You try to follow the signs and the memory of Miguel showing you around his workplace the first time he had let you visit, making your way into the cafeteria. A few Spider-People look your way, confused as to why Miguel wasn’t by your side.

Shyly, you make your way to a few food stands and counters set up throughout the room, asking around if anybody sells a lollipop or anything else that would satisfy your need for distraction. Unfortunately for you, nobody has anything to offer, causing you to smile politely and leave the room, despite how frustrating this whole situation is.

You’ve excused yourself to the bathroom an obscene amount of times, been caught clutching your midsection as a result of your more painful cramps (day 2 fucking sucks), and you’ve been biting and chewing at the collar of the cute little blouse you’re wearing, which was your first attempt to communicate to Miguel this morning that you are painfully horny. And yet, the man you married for his caring and observant nature was none the wiser.

“¿Adónde fuiste?” Miguel’s voice booms behind you, causing a startled yelp to leave your lips as you turn on your heels and look up at him. His expression isn’t one of anger, like you had expected, it’s more amused than anything. (Where did you go?)

“I wanted a lollipop,” You say softly, fiddling with the hem of your blouse as the mere sight of your tall, tan, muscular husband in that skin-tight, holographic suit makes your thighs instinctively clench together. “But nobody sells them. You should get onto that, Migs.” You joke, trying to focus on anything but the aching in your lower tummy and the arousal pooling in your panties.

“Why do you want a lollipop? If you’re hungry, get something real to eat, cariño, a lollipop’s not gonna fill you up.” Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, his sharp red eyes full of confusion as he tries to pin your unusual behaviour.

“Miguel, I'm on my period, you idiot.” You giggle, your suspicions regarding Miguel’s cluelessness towards your situation being confirmed. It was a bit annoying that despite how long you two have been together, he can still get so caught up in work that he doesn’t remember the important things, like when your period’s due and that your oral fixation worsens during that time of the month. But he’s too hot to hold a grudge.

Miguel’s amused expression drops and he lets out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his temples as he mumbles apologies for his negligence towards your feelings the whole day. “Lo siento, querida, I had no idea. Can I do anything to help you?”

You smile softly at Miguel’s apology, licking your lips and fighting the urge to suck on the fabric of your blouse as you look up at your husband. “I need something to distract me from my cramps. Is there anywhere here that sells lollipops? Maybe one of the kids has candy or something stashed in their lockers?”

Miguel tries to hide the devilish smirk that creeps onto his lips as he steps close to you. He rests one of his massive, calloused hands on the back of your head, leaning in to whisper against your ear. “¿Necesitas chupar algo, nena?” (Need something to suck on, baby?)

You blush, Miguel’s teasing comment making you weak in the knees and going straight to your dripping cunt. Your eyes dart around the area the two of you are standing in, terrified one of Miguel’s subordinates may have heard him. Once you’re sure the two of you are alone, you nod, the needy look on your pretty face causing Miguel’s dick to throb in his suit.

With haste, Miguel drags you into his office, your lips crashing against one another as he slams your much smaller frame against the wall, his tongue forcing its way into the warmth of your mouth. One of his hands is buried in the softness of your silky locks, the other cupping your dripping pussy over your jeans, the heel of his palm grinding against your pulsing clit and causing you to whimper against his plump lips.

“Fucking lollipop,” Miguel hisses against your lips, his tone dripping with teasing and dominance as he sits down in the nearest desk chair and gestures for you to follow. “If you wanted to suck my dick that bad, should’ve just said something, princesa.”

Miguel spreads his muscular thighs, and you take it as an invitation to kneel between them. Your head rests on his leg, causing his holographic suit to flicker at the contact. He can’t help but chuckle at the adorable sight before him. His pretty little wifey, desperate to feel his heavy dick in her mouth. With a grin on your face, you reach up to tap the glowing screen of Miguel’s dimensional travel watch, the bottom half of his Spider-Suit dissolving. His hardened cock springs up, pre already dribbling from his reddened tip just because of how needy you are on your period. It drives him fucking insane.

You wrap your hands around Miguel’s shaft, your digits barely enveloping his girthy member, causing him to let out a quiet moan. Your eyes remain glued to his sharp, red ones as your tongue darts out to lick a fat stripe from his swollen balls, along the veins on the underside of his dick, all the way up to his leaky tip. He groans as you plant little kisses against his moist slit, claws protruding from his fingertips and digging into the arms of his chair.

“Stop teasing, cariño,” Miguel whimpers, hips bucking against your mouth to try and force his cock inside. “I thought you needed this-” Miguel’s words are cut off by a loud moan as you unexpectantly give his tip a harsh suck, swirling your tongue around it as you savour the taste of his precum.

He knows that you’re overly sensitive and fragile when you’re on your period, but the second your moist, plush lips surround his cock, he loses all self-control. You wanted something to suck, something to distract you from your cramps? Miguel was going to give you just that. He grabs you by your hair and bucks his hips upwards, his cock slamming into the back of your throat and causing you to choke and cry. He fucks his dick into the depths of your mouth, eyes rolling back in his head as he pants and moans above you. You hollow your cheeks and rest your hands on the thick flesh of his legs, trying to ground yourself and adjust to the way Miguel smears his precum all over the walls of your mouth.

“Lo siento– ¡mierda! Lo siento, cariño.” Miguel whines, his hold on your hair loosening as you start to bob your head up and down on his length, sucking him off properly now. He reaches out to wipe away your tears, whispering sweet praises to you to make up for his harsh thrusts before. “Doing so good, baby. Keep going.”

Saliva drips down your chin as you take as much of Miguel in your mouth as possible, your hands firmly stroking the bottom half of his shaft that isn’t inside the gushy warmth of your pretty lips. The weight of Miguel’s cock against your tongue, the way his veins pulsate and brush against your lips each time your head rises, and the sight of his head thrown back and his thighs twitching as he gets closer and closer to cumming makes your aching pussy drool, your panties surely ruined by how turned on you are.

“I’m- fuck! I’m gonna cum, bebé.” Miguel whines, the muscles in his thick biceps bulging as he grips his chair and lazily fucks into your mouth to reach his release. Feeling his twitching cock filling your mouth makes you moan, the vibrations of your pretty sounds sending Miguel over the edge. His cum coats the inside of your mouth, spurting against the back of your throat as he pants and curses to himself.

You release his softening member with a pop!, licking up the stray ropes of his release that coat his shaft and lap, swallowing his load and making sure to clean him up thoroughly. He chuckles breathlessly at the sight of you being so obedient and he lifts your chin in one hand to stroke his thumb against your cheek.

“Gracias, mi reina,” He whispers, enabling his suit once again, his heavy, moist cock disappearing underneath the digital strands of blue and red. “I’ll return the favour at home, okay?”

You giggle and nod your head in agreement, staring up at your fucked-out husband gratefully.

“Can you still help me find a lollipop to buy?”

Teehee :)

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[enhanct]

𝐂𝐍𝐂 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

wc: 270

cw: choking, spitting, cnc, daddy kink, face slapping, dacryphilia, finger sucking.

a/n: i was just thinking ab cnc w hee n him telling you to take it no matter how much you plead for him to stop ugh >\\\<

"Please daddy no, dont want it—!" you whine under him, his hands pinning your arms down while he traps your legs between his.

"Stop fucking whining Yn, you asked for this when you decided to talk to him." he says, no empathy or remorse in his eyes as he lets a large drop of his spit fall onto your face, dripping down into your mouth.

Keeping one hand on your pinned up arms, he shoved his middle n ring finger down your throat, your gagging automatically filling the room along with the sound of your feet kicking the bed.

Tears brimmed in your eyes from the constant gagging on his fingers, his rings cold in your mouth making you shiver.

Unbuckling his belt with one hand, he watched as your eyebrows furrowed while staring up at him. He pulled your panties to the side and lined himself up at your entrance before he was interrupted by your complaints.

"'M sorry daddy, wont do it again, plea—" you barely got out, your muffled words being cut off by a slap to the face.

"Don't apologize, you know you're not fucking sorry. shut the fuck up and take it." he says harshly, thrusting into you nice and slow, groaning out when he feels how wet you are.

"Fuck, pretty pussy all wet for me huh? Thought you didnt want it?" he asks cockily, smirking down at you.

"N-no! no daddy please! I dont want it!" you cried, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck tightly, making your breath hitch.

"Fuck, you're only mine, princess. Only my pussy, nobody elses."

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[cosmicmunsonwrites]

some mistakes get made

pairing(s): bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader

warnings: smut, spanking, cock warming, overprotective rafe, praise, unprotected sex

summary: after sneaking out to a party you knew rafe wouldn’t allow you to go to, you come home to a very angry boyfriend.

authors note: i literally wrote this in 20 minutes so it might suck

not edited ..

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

“rafe please, please baby. ‘m sorry,” you cried. “i promise i’ll never do it again.”

he laughed and held your hips down tighter against his, making you squirm and your legs shake. “i know you won’t. unless you wanna go through this again.”

“please, do something. anything. just move,” you begged weakly. you were frustrated. extremely frustrated just sitting there on his lap with his cock stuffed deep inside you.

he tsked. “watch the movie, baby.”

you slyly began to roll your hips, trying to alleviate the pressure in your stomach. he slapped your ass harder than the previous times, making you jump and lean in closer to him.

the tears began flowing down your cheeks. you’d been sitting like this for an hour now and you wanted him to move so bad. you’d do anything to feel him moving inside you. “please, rafe. i want you so bad.”

“yeah? just like you wanted to go to that party real bad?” he asked, his hand wrapping around your throat and forcing you to look at him. “get off me and lay down over my legs.”

you whined when he slipped out of you and left you with an empty feeling but hurried to lay over the tops of his legs with your ass up and bare stomach over his skin. before you could apologize any further, both hands came smacking down on your cheeks.

you jolted forward, crying even harder at the sting it left behind. “go ahead, baby. count em’ out for me.”

you weakly blurted out numbers all the way to 20. and by now, your ass was a fiery shade of red and it stung like hell. “bend over the couch,” he ordered.

you whimpered as you pushed yourself off his legs and kneeled down onto the carpeted floor beside him. you bent over at the waist, your top half laying on the cushioned couch while your knees dug into the carpet and your ass was on display.

“now you knew not to go to that party, correct?” he asked. you nodded.

that earned you another slap to your already burning ass. “yes,” you sobbed. “i did.”

“but you snuck out anyway. how many times did i tell you not to go?”

you hid your face in your arms. “five.”

“that’s right,” he said as his hands soothed over your burning skin. “and now, you’re gonna cum for me five times. and you’re gonna take everything i give you and not be a little brat about it, got that pretty girl?”

you nodded and gulped when you felt his warmth behind you. “yes.”

“good girl,” he mumbled before stuffing you full in one thrust. “see, baby. i knew you knew how to listen.”

he began thrusting into you roughly, driving your hips into the couch and making you cry out.

his hands found purchase on your ass as he pounded into you. you whimpered loudly at the sting his hands were causing against your already bruised flesh.

“rafe,” you cried out. “rafe please. i’m—‘m sorry. i swear.”

he stopped for a moment, pushing his hips as close as they could go to yours. “remember what i said, baby? take what i give you. don’t start with that apologizing bullshit.”

you cried harder when he began pounding into you again, triggering your first orgasm when he hit that spot inside you that had your toes curling and legs shaking.

you were in for a long night.

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[emeraldkniight]

𝓢𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 ୨ ໋ ˳ ⊹ eng. . . !

superman, wonder woman and batman x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut drabble, gang bang, some sexual degradation, masturbation, oral sex, p in v. Diana!bisexual.

COPYRIGHT: No copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

LANGUAGE: English is not my first language and I am still studying to master it. It makes me insecure to write by myself in another language, so I used the translator. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. The original version is here.

There was always something strange and unlikely about these three from the moment you met them.

They were all hiding secrets. According to you, hiding secrets was one of the most common parts of human nature. You were not interested in knowing what they were all hiding, but your curious mind was obsessed with knowing what the holy trinity of the Justice League was hiding beneath their sleek and sophisticated veneer of heroes; what no one would dare doubt or question.

The price of your curiosity was more costly than you could have ever imagined, a debt that would have to be repaid. Now you were part of this madness, and no matter how much you wanted to, you couldn't escape.

The good news was that you didn't want to.

You knew that the moment you felt the three of them completely, you were content to belong.

It was just hard to think of anything else when you found yourself tied to a chair, completely naked and unable to move while three pairs of blue eyes analyzed you.

The beautiful princess of Themyscira had no shame in digging into your sweet crotch. Her fingers slid across your sodden vaginal lips with a sound so vulgarly obscene that it caused you to inadvertently stir in your chair.

You looked intently at the two male figures as you tried to get as close to Diana as your body would allow so you could kiss her and feel her fingers go deeper inside you.

But before you could reach her lips, you were brutally pushed away by the man of steel, who had the clear intention of tasting your mouth first. Not that you were complaining; Clark's tongue was heavenly. It had a strange but hot connection to your lips, so it made you a mess right away. Who would have thought that Superman's ultimate power would be to soak his victims so easily?

Still, you didn't deserve them to be nice to you. On the contrary, you should be punished for insubordination. What you did was unforgivable.

In your defense, you didn't know that you were exclusive to the trio and couldn't sleep with other people. The rules weren't very clear when you met them, or when they started their no-strings-attached sex adventures.

Of course, you were not exclusive to anyone, and you planned to make that clear in the future. Right now, you were too busy cumming on Diana's fingers drilling your pussy that you didn't have enough time to think about anything else.

The adoration the Bat had for the way your pussy enveloped him so warmly brought out the most dominant and morbid part of his inner self. The sight of his cock moving in and out of your little hole at the same time your mouth was happily eating Clark's erection and your fingers were eating Diana's clit was enough to bring you to the verge of orgasm.

You gagged as the tip brushed against your uvula. You couldn't even concentrate enough because of how hard he was penetrating you. The pleasure was embracing.

— Look at our little slut. She can't even concentrate on sucking a good cock while she's being fucked. - Wayne commented. He kept going right into her sweet spot; faster and faster, more and more precise.

— She was too bad. Should we give her a prize though? She always takes us so well. - Kent continues, asking. You're beginning to control the rhythm of your mouth, although it's still a little difficult in some ways.

— Oh, Hera! - moans the princess of Themyscira. - That feels so good. - Her fingers can't resist trying to help themselves so she can come on your hand.

This is definitely the best part of the day, the one you enjoyed the most. And of course that was the guilty pleasure that came with keeping a secret. The secret the four of you shared.

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[yelenasdiary]

Yelena taking care of her autistic gf who has gone into sensory overload because of Natasha yelling at her because she accidentally ate the last jar of peanut butter?

Tough Day

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Autistic! Reader 

Summary: Natasha takes her bad day out on you over something small, but Yelena is there to comfort and remind you things are okay.

Angst, Comfort, Fluff.

Warnings: None? If any, please let me know! | 0.8K

Translations: Detka (baby), dorogoy (sweetheart), 

AC: Please note that I am not autistic, nor do I get sensory overload. I write this based off research. If I have written anything that is wrong or offence, please let me know as I do not mean any harm. I also want to thank everybody who helped me with this! You know who you are xx

The room was dark, curtains closed, lights off and you were sat on the floor in your most comfortable clothing trying your best to take deep breaths. You never knew Natasha would get so mad over something so small. After using the last bit of peanut butter for your sandwich, Natasha grunted and took her frustrations out on you. How were you supposed to know it was the last jar? How were you supposed to know that Natasha didn't have a backup jar? She always did.

"Seriously?! The one thing I wanted today, and you had to use the last of it?!" Her words replayed over and over in your head. The raise in her voice sent you into sensory overload, she didn't notice, she just kept dropping comments about her frustrations even stating how you rarely ever go grocery shopping and just expect everybody else to get the things you need. You apologized for your mistake and explained that you didn't realize that it was the last of the peanut butter to which she replied, "of course you didn't you just live in your own little world!" 

Yelena knocked on the bedroom room lightly, careful not to startle you. She'd been worried about you after Natasha stormed back into the gym mumbling something about peanut butter, her gut feeling told her to check on you. 

"Detka? It's me, can I come in?" she asked. You nodded; she could barely see your nod in the darkness, but it didn't take long for her to notice the state you were in. She closed the door as quietly as she could behind her and walked over to sit down beside you. She didn't touch you, she didn't speak in her normal 'inside' voice, instead she whispered. 

"Do you want some ice?" She asked in a whisper, knowing that sometimes in these moments you like to suck on some ice cubes to help remind you of the here and now. You nodded once again while continuing to keep your focus on your breathing. Yelena was gone for a few short minutes before she returned with a bottle of water and a small bowl of ice cubes. She placed them beside you and sat down on the armchair on the other side of the room and waited until you were able to talk to her.

The coldness of the ice on your tongue and the roof of your mouth helped bring some relief to the hotness you felt rushing through your body. You closed your eyes and counted to ten then back down over and over until you felt like you could get up from the floor. Yelena waited patiently, holding your favorite stuffie until she knew you would want it to cuddle with. 

"Sh-she yelled at me" you spoke ever so softly as you slowly got up from the floor and looked at your girlfriend. "Over peanut butter" you added. Yelena saw the confusing yet sadness in your eyes, you couldn't quite understand why Natasha snapped and took her bad day out on you over the empty jar. 

"I'm going to talk to her detka, she overstepped, and I won't let her do that again" Yelena replied as she stood from the armchair to hand you the stuffie. "What do you need right now? Forget about Natasha and the stupid peanut butter, I'll buy her a new jar, okay?" she added. 

"I just wanna get into bed and watch movies" you replied.

"Do you want your weight blanket?" Yelena asked, she always worried about you whenever you went into sensory overload, in fact she worried about you a lot more than she led on. Always made sure you had everything you needed before she would go off on missions, she had Kate keep an eye on you and if you needed anything Kate would be there for you. Yelena tried not to go on the super long missions, sometimes she couldn't avoid it but she always checked in with you when she could. 

"Yes please" you said as you got into the shared bed, grabbing the television remote from your bedside table. Yelena grabbed your weighted blanket from the wardrobe and placed it comfortably over you. "Thank you, Lena" you smiled softly at her, your tired eyes telling her just how exhausted you were. 

"Get some rest detka, I'll go cook your favourite for dinner and bring it up to you when it's dinner time" Yelena replied before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Wait" you gently grabbed her arm, "can you stay? Please" you asked, looking up at her. 

Yelena nodded, "of course dorogoy"

You snuggled up to Yelena the moment she got into bed beside you, her arm wrapped around you while you flicked through Netflix to find an easy and comforting movie to watch. Once you found one of your favorite comfort movies, you snuggled more into Yelena, whispering a soft 'thank you' for being there for you. She placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and held you a little extra tight while you fell asleep in her arms.

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[astrophileous]

In honor of Hotch’s birthday (November 2nd), can I please request a NSFW scenario where he gets spoiled rotten by his girlfriend and finds out that she’s a nymphomaniac which she tries to hide because she’s scared of rejection and being ostracized?

IK IK I'm technically late to this but HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BOSS MAN!!! ty sooo much for the request hun and so sorry for the delay ❤️ I did as much research abt nymphomania as I could, and I apologize if I didn't do a good enough job representing the condition. pls feel free to correct me abt anything in the comment section if you want to. oh and I wasn't sure if you specifically wanted for the plot to go from spoiling hotch to him finding out, bcs I kinda switched it the other way around 😭 still hope you'll like it thoo 💞✨️

Warning(s): fem!reader, nymphomania, 18+ content minors dni, fem masturbation, use of sex toys, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (p in v), alcoholic consumption, past relationships trauma

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

Aaron was adamant that you had been hiding something from him.

The signs started out small. They always did. In this case, Aaron first noted it during one of the rare nights out that the BAU somehow managed to have amidst their ruthless schedule. The booth that the whole team was at could barely fit everyone who showed up that day, and thus, Aaron found you sitting with almost your entire body pressing against his side. He didn't mind the tight fit one bit. In fact, he'd do just about anything to have you that close to him at all times.

As the night grew older, your sobriety began to recede as well. Aaron didn't initially notice what you were trying to do until he felt your hand sliding up his knee and towards his thigh. He sucked a sharp breath when the same hand began to palm him through the slacks he was wearing, suddenly thankful that Spencer Reid—who had been talking with him for the past ten minutes—had his attention stolen by something on the dance floor.

Aaron's fingers circled your wrist. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"

"I wanna play," you said in a slight whine. Your forehead dropped to Aaron's shoulder before you left a kiss on his jawline. "Want you so bad right now, baby."

"Seriously? Right here, right now?" he asked. It wasn't because he had any impartiality to your suggestion. Aaron was merely perplexed by this foreign behavior you were suddenly dispaying.

But between your state of inebriation and Aaron's general stoic nature, something must have gotten lost in translation. Before he knew it, you suddenly pulled away from him as if it burned you to have mere contact with his skin. Just as he was about to ask what was going on, you got out from the booth and teetered faraway from his reach.

"I'm gonna dance with Emily. I'll be right back!"

Following that night, Aaron began observing you with a closer eye. This led him to detect the differences between how you acted around him when your inhibitions were low and when they weren't.

Just like the other day, for example, when you and Aaron were lounging on the couch during one of your routine movie nights at your apartment. In your sleepy haze, you had shuffled your body closer towards Aaron, to the point where you eventually found yourself sprawled across his lap. Aaron's eyes were still on the TV when you started to kiss and suck on his pulse point, your hand slipping inside his shirt to find the hard panes of muscles on his abdomen.

"Sweetheart." Aaron pulled back once your fingers strayed towards the hem of his shorts. "Don't you wanna watch the movie?"

You blinked blatantly at him for a minute, before you yanked your fingers away and pressed yourself to the other end of the couch. "Yeah, yeah. Of course I wanna watch the movie. Sorry, shouldn't have done that. You know what? Actually, I think I'd like to go to sleep now."

Aaron frowned in confusion. "I'll come with you."

"No! No, it's okay. You don't have to. Just finish the movie, handsome. Join me when you're done, alright?"

After movie night, Aaron was determined to confront you about it. About why you seemed to love gluing yourself to him one second, only to recoil as if he just electrocuted you by the next. It was as though you kept prohibiting yourself to touch him, because of what, Aaron wasn't sure. All he knew was that he didn't like the thought of you being reluctant to be with him in any capacity at all.

The day Aaron sat you down with him, he swore he could smell your trepidation from miles away.

Choosing not to beat around the bush, Aaron decided to dive in head first and ask you the question that had been bothering him, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Despite your immediate denial of his accusation, your body language told a completely different story. Aaron continued to press on, demanding you to tell the truth and promising you that whatever you were going to say, nothing could ever change how he felt about you.

After minutes that seemed like decades, you finally turned to him and exclaimed, "Fine! You wanna know what's going on? I'll tell you what's going on. I'm a fucking nymphomaniac. Happy now?"

Aaron faltered upon hearing your admission.

The sound of your heart shattering was deafening to your ears. Aaron's reaction hurt, no matter how many times you had imagined it in the past. This was the reason why you never said anything. You loved Aaron too much, valued your relationship so severely to the point that you couldn't let anything jeopardizing its future.

Not even the truth about your hidden addiction.

Your entire world collapsed on top of your shoulders, pinning you down as a sigh fell from your lips. "I know this isn't what you signed up for. I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I just—I couldn't fathom the thought of you leaving me once you hear the truth. Because you will leave me, I know, you don't even need to say it. I just wanted to be able to love you a little while longer."

"You think I'm gonna leave you?"

Your confused gaze slithered his way. "Why wouldn't you? Everybody else has. I don't blame them. I mean, who wants to be with somebody like me? Sure, society has their own fetish over us. But most people, once they experience being with a nymph for themselves, always end up running away. That's how it's always been."

Silence setlled in the room soon afterward. You hid your head in your palm to evade the shame that clouded over your entire being. You had never wanted to disappear so badly in your entire life as you did in that moment. The longer you waited for Aaron's response, the deeper the blade pierced through the beating organ in your chest.

But where you expected expulsion to rain down from your boyfriend, all you could find in the next second was a pair of gentle hands tugging at your wrists. Your eyes opened once more to see Aaron staring back at you ardently.

"No one is going anywhere, sweetheart. I love you. Nothing is ever gonna change that, not even this."

"But any other person—"

"I'm not any other person. I'm yours." The promise was accentuated with a kiss to your knuckles. "And you need to know that there's nothing to be ashamed for about this. We all have demons we battle with every single day. This just happens to be yours. Are you getting the help you need?"

You nodded meekly. "I started going to therapy a year ago, right after I, uh, got fired from my last job. I was falling behind on deadlines because of my addiction. That's when I knew I needed help."

"That's good." Aaron's praise made you preen. "That's amazing, sweetheart. First step to overcome any addiction is to admit that you need help and to seek it. I'm proud of you."

"Really?"

"With my whole heart," he vowed. "You must have been holding back a lot from me these past few months."

"It wasn't easy at first. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how you were going to react, so I just made sure to minimize the chances of you ever finding out about this."

"Is that why you've only ever wanted to have a quickie with me?"

The question caught you off guard. You pressed your face to your boyfriend's shoulder to hide your fluster. "Aaron—"

"It's just a question." He chuckled. "But I'm gonna take that as a yes. How else have you been trying to cope?"

More heat traveled to your face. You felt lewd even thinking about replying honestly to Aaron's question, but the longer you stayed in his arms, the more you realized that there was nothing to be scared about. This was Aaron, after all; loving, compassionate, and understanding in ways that you thought weren't even possible. If there was ever anyone who would understand your struggles instead of judging you for it, that person would be him.

So, with a deep breath, you opted to lay down your book as open as possible. "I usually just... watch porn and masturbate. Toys help a lot. I used to go numerous times a day, but now I can sometimes survive with doing it just once a day. It's convenient that my current job is freelancing as well. And my therapist has also encouraged me to explore new hobbies whenever I can. I just tried crocheting last week."

"How was it?"

"Crocheting? Absolutely terrible. I don't think these fingers were made to crochet." You frowned, chastising the digits in your hands with your judgemental eyes.

Aaron's whole body shook when he laughed, sending vibrations right into your bloodstream. He pulled back to look straight into your eyes, smiling when he saw the adorable pout on your lips.

"Will you show me?" he suddenly asked.

"Show you what?"

"Who you are. What you like. I want you to show me what happens when you don't hold back."

"I don't think that's a good idea—"

"I'm not saying you need to throw away all the progress you've made so far, sweetheart. I just wanna understand you better. I wanna know how I can help you. Please?"

And that was exactly how Aaron found himself sitting on the love seat in your bedroom that night, gripping the armrests as he watched you spread out on the bed like the best last meal of a man's filthiest fantasy.

You were laid down on the mattress, writhing in pleasure from the vibrator shoved deep inside your weeping cunt. You had cummed twice before this, the first time from your fingers and the second from a dildo without Aaron ever touching you, and you were still going as if your stamina hadn't depleted in the slightest.

"Aaron... fuck. I'm so, oohhhh, s-so close."

"I know, sweetheart. I can see the way your hole grips that toy. Do you wanna cum?"

You nodded your head frantically. "Please! Please, I need to cum!"

"Turn the setting higher, princess, and press the shorter handle to your clit."

You followed his instructions, turning the vibrator to its maximum setting and touched the smaller simulator to your engorged clit. A euphoric scream fell from your lips at the overwhelming sensation, and before long, the coil in your belly finally snapped into pieces.

"I'm—oh, I'm cumming so much, Aaron! Ah! Ah! Yeesss, 'm making such a mess, mmmhhh."

You kept the vibrator on until the last ripples of your orgasm subsided. Once you tossed the toy aside, you crawled off the bed and sauntered towards where Aaron was sitting.

Your state of undress was a contrast to Aaron, who was still clad in his buttoned-up shirt and slacks. You threw your legs on either side of his thighs to straddle him, pressing your bare core directly on top of his nether region. Without wasting a breath, you began to move your hips against the tent in his boxers, smearing juices and cum on Aaron's pants as you ground your pussy against his clothed erection.

"Sweetheart." Aaron's hands went to your hips. "Not tired yet?"

"Never for you, Aaron."

You leaned down to claim his lips, kissing him fervently like he was the singular source of oxygen you breathed. Your kisses soon trailed down his body as you made quick work unbuttoning his shirt and pants. When you suddenly got up from his lap to kneel on the ground, Aaron studied you in wonder.

"What are you doing, angel?"

"Wanna taste you, Aaron. Wanna make you feel so good. Please?"

Who would ever say no to that?

In a flash, the two of you freed Aaron from the confinement of his pants and briefs. His erection sprung free once his clothes were out of the way, standing proud and tall against the muscles of his abdomen.

You licked your lips at the sight of his beautiful cock. Before tonight, you never allowed yourself to stare directly too long at it in fear of the repercussions it might bring due to your addiction. But as you knelt there, arousal dripping between your thighs like waterfall, you couldn't help but curse your past self for denying you such pleasure. Aaron's cock was beautiful, moderate in length but gifted in girth, leaking pre-cum from the tip, making the head red and shiny.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving a few lazy tugs to smear the pre-cum around before intensifying your ministrations. At the first touch of your lips on the tip of his cock, Aaron couldn't stop the hiss from escaping his throat.

"Fuck. Feels so good, princess. You're making me feel so good."

Aaron's praises only spurred you on even further. You began bobbing your head up and down his cock, matching the rhythm with your hand's movements around Aaron's girth. The moans that tumbled free from your boyfriend's chest were music to your ears. You had even started to rib your thighs against one another, desperate to create any level of friction that would alleviate the throbbing need in your pussy, a fact that didn't escape Aaron's notice as he watched you with lust-lidded eyes.

"You're getting yourself off, sweetheart? Does sucking my cock get you all hot and bothered?"

Aaron's words went straight to your core, making you whine around Aaron's cock. The vibrations Aaron felt from your mouth made him groan loudly.

"Fuck. I'm so close, princess."

You released him with a pop at the new information. Your lazy eyes took in the sight of Aaron's face that had seemingly been taken over by euphoria.

"Use me, Aaron."

Aaron's eyes fell wide open at the request.

"Go and use my mouth for your pleasure. Wanna make you feel so good, handsome."

With that, you wrapped your mouth once more around his girth. Aaron's fingers instantly went to your head, holding you in place as he began fucking your mouth as if it was his personal fleshlight. In a way, it probably was. You could've smiled at Aaron's dominance if you weren't so busy trying to control your breathing.

"You feel like heaven, sweetheart. Holy shit. So warm and wet. I'm gonna cum down your throat, 's that what you want?"

You nodded your head frantically, feeling tears already starting to pool around your waterlines.

"Go on, then. Take it all, goregous. Swallow all of it—every. single. drop."

One last thrust into you, and Aaron was emptying himself down your throat. You swallowed every single drop you could while the rest was left to drip down your chin. You withdrew at last only to clean up the residual cum along Aaron's shaft, grinning in pride when he hissed at the feeling of your tongue running along his protruding veins.

Your kisses eventually wandered upward, towards Aaron's awaiting lips that welcomed you eagerly when you pressed against them in a kiss. Aaron's hands instinctively gripped your hips when you settled back on his lap, your fingers rushing to peel the loosely hanging shirt completely off his back.

When your hand flew down to wrap around his still half-hardened cock, Aaron's entire body shuddered in reflex.

"Sweetheart—"

"Please, Aaron. Need to have you inside me. Hm? We'll go slow, I promise."

There was no way he could have such a beautiful and tantalizing woman such as yourself, begging to fuck him, only for him to say no. Aaron would be the most idiotic man in the world if he let that happen.

So, he rested his head back against the seat as he watched you pepper a million tiny kisses across his chest, all the while never diminishing the ministrations on his cock. It didn't take long for Aaron to get hard again, and when he did, you wasted no time in pressing his swollen red tip against your puffy pussy.

When you finally slid him inside your throbbing walls, Aaron thought he was going to pass out.

"Ohhhh, Aaron," you mewled once he was fully seathed inside. "You're filling me so good, baby. You're so fucking big."

Aaron was sure words would fail him miserably at that moment, so he settled with planting his hands on your hips instead of a verbal response.

In no time at all, you began moving above him. Slowly, at first, but then the rhythm found you almost immediately. You were warm and wet from the previous orgasms you had, and the amount of juices leaking out of your cunt only amplified the obscene sound of your lovemaking within the four walls of the bedroom. Aaron watched in awe at the sight of you on top of him; so lost in pleasure and visibly free for the first time in what felt like a long time. You caught his stare when you looked down, leaning closer to kiss him between the gasps tumbling past your lips.

"Shit, princess. You're gripping me so good. I can smell you, sweetheart."

Your responding moan was the most melodic thing that ever graced Aaron's ears. "Yeesss, Aaron, you're so fucking deep in my pussy—ohhh. Can feel you all the way inside, baby."

Your lips strayed towards the column of Aaron's neck, where you trailed wet kisses all the way across his collarbones. The movements of your hips only became that much more frantic with every second that ticked by.

"You're so beautiful, Aaron. I love you so much." You sobbed against his chest. Aaron instantaneously circled his arms around your torso. "You're the only one who makes me feel good like this, baby—mmphh."

"Yeah? I'm the only one?"

"Just you. No one else."

You gasped out of the blue in the next second, your mind going hazy when the head of Aaron's cock punched the erogenous spot inside your cunt right at its center. Your hips grew even more erratic. Aaron could feel your walls gripping him tighter, and knowing what was certainly about to come, he brought his hand down and started drawing circular patterns over your sensitive clit.

"Aahhh! Aaron! I'm s-so close, mmhh. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Aaron continued fucking up into you as your climax washed your entire being like a tsunami. The constant stimulation in your pussy, along with the one administered to your clit, prolonged the orgasmic bliss until you couldn't sit upright anymore. With a few more powerful thrusts, Aaron came shortly behind you, shooting loads and loads of cum into your womb until your insides were flooded with warmth.

In the aftermath of both of your pinnacles, you and Aaron clung to each other as if it was your last day together on earth.

"So—" Aaron's voice aroused in the otherwise silent bedroom.

"So—" you parroted, glancing up at your boyfriend who was already looking down towards your face, "—how was it? Too much?"

Aaron shrugged. The smile on his face was the perfect picture of smugness. "I think I can keep up."

You punched him lightly on his shoulder. "You say that now. You're gonna be thinking differently when sex doesn't become exciting anymore since I ask for it every single hour of every day. You'll look at me differently."

"Hey. I told you, that's not gonna happen." Aaron slid his hand against your cheek, keeping your head in place so he could stare directly into your eyes. "I'll help you with your needs to the best of my capacity, and I promise to tell you whenever I feel like I need a break. It's a compromise. You have me, sweetheart. And you're still going to therapy as well, so you're gonna be fine. Trust me."

Aaron secured his declaration with a sweet kiss to your forehead. As you lay there in his arms, you couldn't help but thank the stars for sending someone who was willing to try to understand you better despite what society would expect him to. You knew that in a few hours, your condition would cause the raging arousal to burn once more in the pit of your belly. But at that specific moment in time, you were quite pleased to just rest in the safety of Aaron's embrace, where being yourself finally didn't feel like a crime that could potentially sentence you to a lifetime of imprisonment.

In the safety of Aaron's embrace, you were finally free.

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 29

D i r t y T a l k

Neteyam x Human!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞 Vulgar language, na'vi dirty talk, fingering, intense squirting, overstimulation, thigh fucking, mentions of breeding, cream-pie kind of, slight P in V.

please note that I am not fluent in Na'vi, so I do apologize if my phrasing isn't completely accurate.

Translations: Nga narlor lu - You are beautiful Lonu - Release/Let go Tsakrr - Then Leyn… tsä po oe - Again… squirt for me Tsafya - that way/like that Tìvirä nga kinams - Spread your legs Srane - Yes Sìltsan ‘eve - Good girl Sran, sran, tsafya… ma’ yawne, tsä po oe - Yes, Yes, just like that… my beloved, squirt for me nga lu mei nìtxan - you’re so wet tam tam - There there

Nete art by @cinetrix

Being mated to someone like Neteyam was otherworldly. It felt like a gift to have someone with his kindness and compassion care for you like no one else has or ever would for that matter. Although you weren’t entirely fluent in his mother tongue, that still didn’t stop him from calling you sweet names in the language, which of course you didn’t mind.

The language of na’vi itself had always sounded beautiful to you. Sure Neteyam would call you English pet names too, like “baby” or “my love” because he knew that you would understand them, yet your heart always skipped a beat when he called you things like, “yawntu”(loved one) or “ma’ txe’lan”(my heart). It was moments like now when Neteyam was anchored above you, a hand supporting the underside of your head while the other was focused between your thighs, making you take his long, slender fingers into your cute little pussy, that made you love the way he spoke to you. So loving and yet somehow incredibly filthy at the same time. 

Your back arches, hips bucking as you fucked yourself into his hand and despite your lip being tucked so tightly between your teeth, it couldn’t stop the flood of needy whimpers that escaped you. “That’s it, love… keep moving your hips… I love seeing you dance for me.” His soft, low purr echoes in your ear as he places a kiss on your hairline, nuzzling sweetly into your temple. It didn’t escape your eyes that beneath Neteyam’s loincloth, his boner was twitching wildly, as he subtly moved his own hips to grind against the fabric, his body growing more desperate for some form of friction. 

Despite how many times the two of you had done this, it had always amazed you how well he filled you even though all he’d ever used was his fingers, making the idea of taking his cock seem impossible to you. You’d seen it of course, even attempted at sucking him off, yet to get even just the tip seemed to be too much to fit inside your mouth. The thing was practically the size of your forearm, so the outcome was no surprise to you. Even still, you were completely satisfied with how attentively and lovingly his fingers curled inside your soft, velvety cunt, and fuck did he love to hear you moan for him. 

It had caught on quick that even the things he said to you was a turn on, to which he happily used to his advantage. Neteyam’s eyes wandered over your body, the light bounce of your breasts, the arch of your neck, the way your eyes fluttered closed when he curled his fingers in just the right spot; Breathtaking. “Nga narlor lu” he whispers under his breath, his eyes drifting to a half lidded state as he watches you intently. “Hm?” You hum, his tone of voice indicating his words had been ones of affection. “I said you look beautiful, yawne… so beautiful.” Neteyam’s voice breaks into a soft hum as he passes his cheek over your forehead. It was hard to tell which he enjoyed more, smelling your scent, or spreading his own scent over you to be able to smell his claim on you. 

With a sudden stutter of your hips and a strained “Ohh” that climbed in pitch, Neteyam knew you were close, his fingers working diligently against the same spot that forced your body to react time and time again, his palm deliciously rubbing against your clit in the process. “S-shit, Teyam- fuck I’m gonna-!” You whine, squirming in Neteyam’s grasp, as his hand beneath your head slips to hold your shoulder, pulling you into his body, “There you go… lonu…let go for me, yawne…”. That name is what pushes you over the edge, your cunt flutters around his fingers as an intense pressure takes over your core, until you find yourself recreating a sort of explosion as your juices squirt out of you, soaking his forearm in the process. 

Your voice reaches its peak as Neteyam continues to fuck you through your high, while his fingers progressively slowed down, his hand slowly changed position, to press his thumb firmly against your clit. “That was quite a lot, little one” Neteyam coos teasingly as his lips spread in a satisfied smirk, With a breathy chuckle you lay your head back, eyes closed as you try and regain some form of logical thinking, “Mm… I feel like you know my body inside and out… and I’m not gonna lie, something about how you speak na’vi to me when you touch me just…” your voice trails off as you anchor yourself up on your forearms, a slight blush taking over your cheeks as you avert your eyes bashfully.

 Neteyam’s smirk seems to widen at this realization, showing off his bunny teeth, his ears flicking with intrigue as he adjusts his body posture to lay beside you rather than over you, “Is that so? Tsakrr…” his voice rumbles in a low purr as he brings his face to the crook of your neck, dragging his tongue along the dip of your collarbone as his fingers begin to slowly work inside of you once more. Your body jolts as slight overstimulation begins to set in, showing signs of still being sensitive from your intense orgasm, “Ahhn! T-Tey what are you doing?” You mewl, gripping onto his wrist as his thumb pushes up on your clit, “Leyn… tsä po oe.”. His mother tongue is still foreign to your ears, yet when his thumb quickens to flick your sensitive bud back and forth, you immediately know what he’s asking for. 

Your breath catches on your throat in a gasp, your hold on his wrist growing tight as your neck arches, rolling your head back at the sensation, “Tsafya…” he encourages, latching his lips onto your pulse and sucking tentatively. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds and builds, your core feeling as if it’s on fire as heat rushes through your body. It was almost too much, too intense. Skittishly you attempt to bring your knees together, closing your legs around his hand, “Kehe.” the relief is short lived when large blue three fingered hands push your thighs open, Neteyam’s lips slowly working their way up to your ear, “Tìvirä nga kinams.” The rough whisper comes out as an obvious command that sends a shiver through your body and a will to obey. 

 “S-sra.. srane…” you mumble sheepishly through your moans, doing your best to engage with his tongue. Neteyam releases a breathy chuckle against your ear, very much appeased with your efforts, despite them being a tad formal, “Sìltsan ‘eve…” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your ear, causing yet another shiver and a slight yelp to emerge from you. A sort of invisible weight bears down on you as you feel your legs begin to tremble, your body beading in sweat as your moans and whimpers shift into wheezed pants, “Sran, sran, tsafya… ma’ yawne, tsä po oe.” And there was that name again, his words added fuel while your body writhed and bucked uncontrollably, a steady stream suddenly bursting from your body, spraying another load of your arousal in a fresh coating on his arm with a cry of ecstasy. 

A groan leaves Neteyam’s lips as the sight before him sends a bolt of arousal to his covered erection, throbbing with need to have you. In the dizzying flurry of your second high you fail to notice as Neteyam pulls his loincloth down to his ankles, his arm sneaking under your backside is the only thing that brings you back into a conscious state as you are suddenly lifted onto his lap, both hands holding your hips assertively down on his cock, releasing a pleasured hiss as your pussy lips come into contact with his shaft, “Mmmn… nga lu mei nìtxan.” He groans, sliding your slick folds up and down the length of his cock. Your broken yelp sounds the air as your body is pushed further over your limits as your na’vi lover uses you for his own pleasure. It was only fair wasn’t it?

Your soaked pussy nearly drenches his cock in seconds as you rode along the firm muscle, your body would’ve already been slumped forward onto his chest, if it weren’t for his hold on you. You watch through glossy eyes as the veins in Neteyam’s neck protrude when his head dips backward, mouth hung open spewing native curses. Your body felt so perfect against his, despite the size difference. Your soft cunt pressed so lovingly against his throbbing cock felt euphoric, yet even still he craved for me, and more he would have. 

In another quick movement, Neteyam swiftly rolls you onto your back, his cock now laying heavily against your pelvis as he gathers both of your legs and puts your knees together lifting your lower half off the bed, resting your ankles on his shoulder and securing his hold on you by locking his arm around each of your thighs. With his dick now snuggly in the hold of your closed thighs, Neteyam reels his hips back and begins to grind himself against your labia and clit alike. “Ohh fuck! Neteyam! Net- haah!” Before you could even formulate any sort of retort, another gush of juices drench each of your pelvises. Eywa were you a sight to behold, all wet in your own juices as he fucked your thighs like it was your cunt. Neteyam’s eyes bore into you as he took in every inch of your body as thrust after thrust prompted a new wave of squirts that made it easier to run his cock through your thighs over and over again. 

“Ffffuck yawne… you feel so fucking perfect… my sweet little tawtute being such a good little toy for me…” his use of English takes you off guard for a moment having mentally adjusted to hearing him speak in na’vi, yet you are hardly able to linger on this thought as another gush has you squealing in ecstasy. “Eywa I want to feel you… I want to be inside of you so badly, feeling your pussy cling to me.” His words are breathless, his eyes closed tightly as he imagines just that, being inside your warm cunt, fucking into you like it was his life’s calling, unconsciously moving his hips faster the deeper he falls into his fantasy, his stomach now smacking loudly against your thighs. 

Your head twists and turns, your hands reaching for him in a futile effort before they fall to your sides, fisting the blankets and sheets beneath you, your mind now deprived of any coherent thought as Neteyam rips orgasm after orgasm, squirt after soaking squirt out of your fragile little body. The center of Teyam’s brows knit together as the obscene sounds of your squelching thighs vigorously massaging his cock make their way to his ears, his mind whirling with images of your cunt taking every inch of his cock until it’s bulging from inside your stomach, a unchecked moan escaping his lips at the thought, “Ahh oh ma’tìyawn… I want to be inside of you, stretching you, breeding your cute little womb until it’s full of my seed.” Another gush of your arousal emerges as the tip of his cock catches against your clit. “Mmmn! P-please… please Nete!”, “Hmm? Is that what my little mate wants? You want to be full of my cum?” Neteyam hums in response to your pleas. 

His hips had slowed into a steady push and drag of his cock, squeezing your thighs tightly together in his arm as he drags his shaft over your abused clit, relishing in the way you soak him almost entirely as he thrusts through your thighs. “Mmn I want you to feel it… even if it’s just a taste, I want you to feel my seed squirm it’s way into your womb- are you ready for me, yawne?” You vigorously nod in response, gasping when Neteyam grabs hold of each of your ankles, spreading your legs wide enough to watch himself align his cock head with your aching pussy lips, pushing himself as much as he can until your pussy almost swallows his tip and with a grunt his cum is spilling hot and heavy into your entrance.

Of course not all of it is able to stay contained in the small opening he had made for himself as some of his cum mixes with yours in a puddle on your labia. “There…” Neteyam huffs as he watches his seed spill out of you, his eyes wandering to your exhausted face as you embrace the warmth of his ejaculation spilling into your walls. Your chest heaving with strong pants as you desperately attempt to catch your breath, “Fuck… ah-haah… tam tam… you did so well my love… sìltsan ‘eve…” Neteyam softly coos, lowering your legs back down to the now ruined mattress, leaning down to gently press his lips to your forehead before moving to scent you all over again, rubbing his cheeks all along your face.

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[mygnolia]

[TEASER! ] it's cupid, stupid! | lhs

synopsis -› To hell with Lee Heeseung, you couldn't find someone you hated more than the boy who's by your side no matter what. You figured that maybe the summer before university would be the best way to finally let go of him, and to leave the hate you have in your childhood- but no. What do you mean you have to spend ALL summer with him?

pair -› golden boy!heeseung x fem-pres!reader

release date -› who even knows...maybe by june...

genre -› fluff, mutual pining, hurt/angst, slow burn i fear, bakery au, summer au, post highschool au

trope -› (slightly one sided) enemies to lovers

wc -› currently 6.7k! probably will be 10-15k

cw -› food mentions, a self indulgent characterization of my grandmother but she’s also everyone else’s in this fic, cursing, oh the miscommunication trope...sorry not sorry.  

a/n -› even though i tried keeping food descriptions vague, i used the experience i had with my own grandma and her cooking to influence the way y/n grandmother cooks and the way it’s described so it might not be accurate for everyone! i understand not all cultures include baked goods with starches (since I mention a lot of flouring surfaces) so pls be kind to me :( ALSO!! i haven't written in MONTHS don't hate the writing pls we are all just in this fanfic hell tgt

© all rights are reserved to mygnolia 2024. republished, translated, and/or heavily referenced work will be reported and removed immediately.

Lee Heeseung might only have eleven characters to his name, but they spelt trouble in forty different ways. 

It starts with the same old Lee Heeseung spilling his applesauce on you in the first grade, with his cup of mushy lukewarm grossness splattered across your new pants with glittery stars on them. You shriek when it happens, frantically wiping off the mess and yelling at his Lightning McQueen lunchbox with all of the bottled up rage a seven year old can have. His eyes are wide, but all his friends laugh and say girls are so angry all the time, so he stops himself from apologizing. Which, you think his friends were being a little rude to all girls alike, but what mattered was that Lee Heeseung never ended up saying sorry. 

But that’s just one way of saying it. He hit you in the face with a ball, ran into you when your knee was scraped and you almost were bursting into tears, and tripped you in the lunch line. 

Did the universe hate you, or did he? 

You figured it was the latter.

Heeseung’s been stuck to you your entire life with some extra strong adhesive that you can’t seem to get off. You wish you could get some of the same glue that stuck you two to the hip and attach his tongue to the nearest streetlight, but things almost never worked in your favor. If you could catch him, just once, like one of the dumb boys who lick frozen poles in winter, you’d be satisfied. 

The blackmail would trump any sort of Heeseung related adversity your elementary grade self had to deal with. 

Unfortunately, the years have rendered you no protection against him, and in the small victories you find yourself in, you also see Heeseung right next to you. The exam you aced was topped by Heeseung with a 98%, just a bit higher than your 96%, and it couldn’t even feel good to talk about it because you knew all your friends talked about was how he did better. 

There was no accomplishment anymore when Heeseung was around. 

Heeseung was perfect in everyone’s eyes, a golden boy in their praises and a role model for their parents. If people didn’t want to be with Lee Heeseung, people wanted to be Lee Heeseung. That? That was something you hated. How could people want to be someone who you couldn’t stand?

“Have you seen the scissors?” Heeseung asks out of nowhere, startling you from the doorway.

Reaching for the ones you used to cut the parchment paper with, you hand the pair to him and with a mumbled ‘thank you’ he leaves.

In an odd way, you’re stunned by the silence that follows. A “you suck, _____!” would be more in character for villainous Lee Heeseung than whatever just happened. But you’re way too occupied with the bakery, and go back to cutting squares in the matcha cake.

It’s the same for the next hour until the rush ends and you get a bit more time to yourselves between orders. Heeseung agrees to wash the dishes and you clean the tables to the sound of your playlist from the speakers.

“You have good music taste.” Is the first thing that comes out of his mouth when he emerges. He wipes his hand on a white towel and you stare at him, utterly puzzled. Where’s the malice? Where’s his snarky comments?

“I’m waiting for you to tell me it’s not as good as yours, or something along those lines.” You deadpan.

Heeseung rolls his eyes. “I’m not that mean, I can give a compliment or two when I feel like it.”

“Oh, poor Lee Heeseung only has so much room in his heart to compliment people. How thankful should I be that you spend your daily supply of niceness on me?” You quip, cleaning off the tables. Your chest feels light and you don’t feel as angry as you did this morning.

Blame it on the lack of sleep.

“I think you should be bowing down to me and only talking when I tell you to.” He jokes, and when you glance up, there’s a semblance of a smile on his face. “Anyways, when are you leaving?”

“Whenever you leave.” You tell him, shrugging.

“Well, I stopped my your grandma’s house earlier.” Ah, so that’s where he went. “She said she didn’t want you to stay too late but she also wanted me to take you home, and I think she’d throw a fit if you didn’t.”

“I’d die before getting into a car with you, Lee Heeseung.”

“If I had to get into a car with you, that’s how I’d personally die.” He responds lightly. You furrow your eyebrows and rack your brain for some sort of retort that hurts Heeseung’s pride, but nothing comes up.

“My driving skills are very good, I’ll have you know.”

He jabs, “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

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[wh1msic4alwasab1]

“𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝” ✎ᝰ

synopsis: Alhaitham helps you study in some nonconventional ways

tags: cunnalingus, explicit, pussy slapping, vulgar, orgasm denial

wrd cnt: 650+

a/n: yum

“You know the rules,” he said in a low voice, his fingers tapping against the table. “Read the book out loud, and if you make a mistake, you get punished”.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought, but you nodded, knowing what was expected of you. You took a deep breath and began to read, trying to keep your voice steady as Alhaitham's fingers started to trace patterns on your thigh.

But as you read on, his fingers crept higher and higher, teasingly brushing against your inner thighs. You squirmed in your seat, trying to focus on the words on the page, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with Alhaitham's distracting touches.

“Well go on? Your exam is tomorrow. Keep your eyes forward.”

Greater Lord Rukkhadevata comes to th-“

“Pay attention,” he chastised, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You don't want to mess up, do you?”


'N-no, of course not,' you stammered, your voice shaking as his fingers inched closer to your core.

“Then read properly,” he said in a low growl, bringing his fingers to brush against your damp panties. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as he continued to tease you, his eyes darkening with desire.

You took a deep breath and continued to read, your voice trembling with the effort to focus. But as he slipped a finger underneath your panties and finally made contact with your clit, you couldn't help but let out a loud moan.

“That's it,” he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “Just like that”.

You continued to read, every word stuttered and moaned as Alhaitham expertly pleasured you with his fingers. And each time you made a mistake, he would push his finger against your clit and make you cross your legs feverishly; making the pleasure and pain mix together in a deliciously torturous combination.

You were a mess by the time you reached the end of the chapter, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm denied over and over, brought to the edge multiple times just to be reeled back in. Alhaitham leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered in your ear.


“Good girl,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “But we're not done yet.”

With that, he pushed you back onto the couch, kneeling down before you and parting your legs.

“Read the next chapter.” His green eyes demanding your obedience.

You shaking picked up the book, as trailed kisses and licks along your inner thighs, slowly teasing his way towards your clothes folds, hooking them to the side and looking at the wet mess you’d been sitting in.

“The…largest categorical accumulati- Ah!- Alhaitham….”

You eyes roll back, feeling his tongue lick a stride up your folds.

Smack. “Start over.”

He soothes the stinging on the slap he gave your pussy, but you have to fight to the urge to wrap your legs around the back of his head and make him apologize even more.

You pant, biting your bottom lip before continuing your declination of reading skills: too focused on the way he was spreading open your folds with two fingers as he sucked and licked your clit, two other fingers opening your hole as they curled up into your g-spot.

You slowly drop the book from your hand, babbling nonsensical words and phrases as he smothered his face in your soaking cunt; grinding against his face for more friction.

“haitham- please! so close…”

He took your begging into his good graces, motivating you for more once you ace your test; giving you a taste of what’s to come.

And as you lay there, panting and spent, Alhaitham looked up at you with a satisfied smile.

“Now, back to studying,” he said with a gleam in his eye, picking up the book and flipping to the next page as you drool.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

#jo’s posts #alhaitham smut #alhaitham #al haitam x reader #al haithem #alhaitham genshin #genshin #genshin impact #smut #genshin impact smut #alhaitham scenarios

[gothic-thoughts]

Lack Of Thought

(been waiting to make this shit 😩😩)

König x Black Fem Reader Smut

MDNI, Virgin!König, Experienced!Reader

CW: König's first time relaxing like this, giving Konig 🧠, both get overstimulated, size kink, cream🥧, eating 😻, the occasional German, indecisive Konig

Word Count: 1426 (give or take)

(any German translated with deepL)

His eyes were locked on my fingers as they slowly tugged down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. I tug down his boxers and gasp in surprise when the shaft springs out and hits his toned stomach— curved, twitching and already leaking. I give a mischievous smirk as his breath hitches.

“Sorry,” He swallows nervously, “I knew it was hard but--”

I cut him off with a soft lick to his tip, making him gasp.

“Don’t apologize, Kö.” I wrap my hand around it and give the tip multiple licks, “It’s perfect...so perfect.”

He huffs, eyes closing. “Liebling...”

“You’re perfect.”

“Ja... ja, alright just.... Oh fuck.”

I stroke it, dragging my hand from his base to tip at a steady pace as I collect every drop of precum that oozed out. The huge man moans, squirms, and throws his head back with a silent scream.  I wanted to hear just how strained his Austrian can get so I wrap my full lips around the tip to finally suck it, bobbing my head up and down, loving the feel of his veins sliding past my lips but not even daring to take the entire thing. He lets out a shaky, broken moan of my name as he reaches a trembling hand down to grip my braids into a ponytail with his large fist.

“Slowly, fuck.” He clears his throat, “Slowly, mien liebe (my love), take it slow...”

“Is that a warning for me or you~?”

“Just t-take it easy on me, ja?”

“A mountain of muscle but so sensitive...” I stroke slower, kissing the tip to tease, “Go figure.”

“H-heh, don’t laugh at me, Schatz.” He chuckles, hips jerking slightly as his shaft throbs in my hand, “You know I haven’t really done anything like this...”

“I know, but that means I’m not going easy on you if that means you’re holding back.”

“Shut up.”

At that I stroke only the head, twisting my fist to grind his leaking tip into my soft palm. He pants, his breath warming the mask over his face as his fingers lightly dig into the exposed scalp my braids created. The soothing sensation makes me moan around his cock as I begin moving my head up and halfway down the shaft but his hips jerk again pushing deeper into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat.

“S-sorry... It... It just... feels so good.” He groans, pulling himself out of my mouth, “I’m gonna lose my mind... shit...”

“You wanna try to go down on me next?”

A grin spreads across Konig’s lips as he nods, his cock twitching slightly at the thought. Before I knew it, I was on my back and his mask was off as he leaned his face between my spread legs. I laugh a little at his enthusiasm, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair just as he did mine.

“You even know what you doing, babes?”

“Kind of... I want to try what I learned.”

I raise my eyebrows. “You watched videos?”

“Only a couple, I got this.”

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Her laugh was cut off by her gasp as my tongue began slowly and deliberately swirling around her little bud, using my fingers to spread the folds to make sure I was tasting the right area. I heard her mutter something up there but since it was followed by a moan, I didn’t even bother looking up, opting to watch my own tongue flick and caress her little pleasure center with precision. By the time I looked up at my beautiful Blume(flower), her face was pointed at the ceiling, having her head back in the disheveled pillows and her back arched.

I wanted her to look down at me just so I could see those eyes roll but her moans and tugs at my hair as I wriggle my tongue into her, were enough for now. Our moans fill the room as I taste every last inch of her cunt, even hooking my arms around those thick thighs, holding her tight to my face as I devour her.

“K-Kö, shit...” She whimpers, trying to push my head away, “I’m gonna cum, chill~”

“Mm mmm.” I hum on her clit, shaking my head, “Don’t...hold...back..”

“F-fuck... Fuck you~”

“C’mon... you can take it can’t you, Süße(sweetness)?”

She whines and moans in response, heels digging into the mattress. I use my fingers to spread her folds and suck on her clit some more. It wasn’t long before her orgasm caught us both by surprise and we both grunted as her juices sprayed a little, coating my lips and chin.

More of her flavor and moans made my cock leak so much precum all over the bed, I was lucky I hadn’t cum from tasting her. I give (Y/n)’s clit one last swirl of my tongue before pulling away, positioning my hips between her legs, and rubbing the head against her soaking wet folds.

“You sure you ready, baby?” She shuddered, “I just came so I’m gonna be tighter than normal.”

I chuckle, eyes locked on hers “More than ready, I’ll be fine.”

“Just take your time.”

I take a deep breath slowly pushing inside, feeling her warmth stretch over me inch by thick inch until the tip presses against her cervix with only half an inch between us. The sensation was already too much causing me to grip the sheets near her hips tightly and drop my head forward, shakily watching myself disappear in and out of her. Her soft hands suddenly rest on my face and guide my head up to look at her face with glazed-over eyes.

“Just breathe, baby.” She pants, “You okay?”

“Mmph, y-yes... no... Unh, fuck...”

“N-no? It’s too much~?”

“Yes... j-just a little. It feels too good... b-but also.... so overwhelming...”

“If you wanna stop--”

“N-no, I got it, liebe.”

I groan, gripping the headboard with one hand and keeping the other anchored to the sheets as I try to get used to the feeling. Her hands suddenly grip my shoulders, long nails gently clawing at my clavicle but the feeling drives me inside, making me pick up the pace, hips slapping against hers as I let out strained, breathless moans with her.

“Ngh, Köni, sl-slow down~” She moans into my chest, “N-not goin’ nowhere, fuck.”

“Scheiße(shit)... I...” I slow my hips slightly, still keeping the same depth as I plunge into her, “It’s so perfect...”

Somehow, going slow was even harder than going fast and it wasn’t long before I was slamming my cock into her again, panting and grunting as she claws at my back. (Y/n)’s back arches off the bed, trying to withstand my reckless thrusts. I bite my lower lip, desperately trying to maintain control as she reaches her climax around me but it was too much.

“Fuck yes, I love it... z-zu viel(too much).” I bury my face in her neck, panting, “I'm gonna get addicted.”

(Y/n) shakily caresses my cheek, “Just breathe, babes...”

“It feels so fuckin’ perfect, Liebling. Mein Gott, I can’t...”

I let out a groan as I finally lost my last shred of control and plunged as deep as I could making her yelp out. (Y/n) wraps her legs around me and her juices spray around my sensitive shaft a little as I finally reach the brink, my entire body trembling from the sensation filling her up. My hips thrust in a staggered pattern, fingers gripping the sheets tightly as I cum so hard I shiver. (Y/n) guides my face from her neck to look at her as her thumbs caress my cheeks.

“It’s okay, j-just breathe.” She chuckles breathlessly, her legs trembling at my sides, “God, I told you to take your time...”

“I... Scheiße... S-sorry.”

“Shh, don't be sorry. Just calm down.”

I lean down and kiss and pant on her neck, hot puffs of air tickling her brown, sweat-slick skin while she kisses the top of my head and gently grazes my scalp with her nails; only then my body finally relaxes and lets me press my body to hers moaning softly while trying not to crush her.

“There ya go...” She caresses my shoulders, nuzzling her face into my hair, “You did good for your first time.”

“I feel like I finished early, Schatz.”

“Nope, right after me, babes; you were good.”

I look up at her, locking our eyes, “Can we try again?”

“I, wha- now?”

“If you’re up to it. I want more than just good, Liebling, I want great. I'll learn to control myself.”

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[bubblebaththoughts]

Hate Sex

Lo’ak x Fem!Na’vi!Reader

kinkmas masterlist

warnings: 18+ MDNI!, p in v, dubcon, mean lo’ak, very spoiled/bratty reader, one use of Y/n.

translations:

Lo’ak observed you from afar, his eyes narrowing at your disgusted face.

To him, it was like you always had a look of disgust on your face, that or smugness.

Eywa, he couldn’t stand you.

Golden girl, to everyone else.

To him? Spoiled brat.

Your eyes flickered over to him, making him tilt his head at you.

You dramatically roll your eyes, waving at him sarcastically.

It was his turn to have a look of disgust now, turning right back around and walking away.

Hours later, he’s approached by Neteyam, who had his face screwed up in something of anger.

“Bro, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Neteyam began, with a slap to the back of Lo’ak’s head

Neteyam was met with a hiss from his brother, whose eyes widened at him.

“What? What happened?” Lo’ak whipped around, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at Neteyam

“Y/n said you were giving her dirty looks, you skxawng.” Neteyam whispered

“Oh my fuck-“ Lo’ak rolled his eyes “You’re so whipped for her.”

“No- That’s not the point. Why can’t you just leave her alone, Lo’ak?” Neteyam hissed

“Neteyam, she quite literally has you completely wrapped around her little finger, I’m surprised you can’t see that, of all people.” Lo’ak gave him a nasty look

“If you would actually take the time to even be around her, maybe you wouldn’t have a stick up your ass every time she comes around you.” Neteyam suggested

“I don’t have to like her.” Lo’ak seethed

“That’s no reason to be an asshole.” Neteyam shot back “You’re going to apologize to her, for everything, or I’m telling dad.”

Lo’ak rolled his eyes, Neteyam being upset was one thing, but their father? “Fine.”

“Now, Skxawng!” Neteyam pointed in the direction from where he came

Lo’ak pushed past Neteyam, grumbling about how you had him pussy whipped.

He found you soon after. Sitting down by a stream, your head thrown back with your eyes closed.

“Out here all alone?” His voice made you flinch, looking back to see him with his arms crossed

“What do you want?” You bitterly spit “What’s your problem with me?”

Lo’ak rolls his eyes, “You’re a spoiled bitch.”

“I’m not!” You whine, your head lolling down

“You are. And you’re so fucking dramatic! I glanced at you and you went and told on me to my fucking brother? The fuck is wrong with you?” He spat, squatting down next to you

“You’re the dramatic one.” You rolled your eyes, “And it’s not my fault Neteyam wants you to be a decent person.”

“So when you decided to talk about me with my brother, was that before or after you sucked his dick?” Lo’ak spat

You peeked up at him, a cocky smirk on your face. “You’re so cute when you’re mad.”

Without any warning, he’s taken you by your throat and you’re shoved flat against the ground.

You cry out, trying to pry his hands off of you. “Lo’ak! Let me go!” You choke out

“After you apologize.” He grunted, shoving your head into the mossy grass

“You’re so dead!” You whine “I’m gonna tell your fucking dad I swear to Eywa!” Tears slip from tour eyes

“Where’s the big and bad attitude now, huh?” Lo’ak smirked, using his free hand to wipe your tears

“Lo’ak, stop! I’m sorry!” You try to plead

“Nah, you’re not fuckin’ sorry.” He growled, squeezing your throat tighter

You cry out, “Lo’ak please!”

His grip loosens, his lips quirk up into a smirk as he watches the tears flood your eyes.

He lets go of your neck, taking you by the chin and pulling you up to face him.

“I hate you.” You spit at him

“Whatever you believe, princess.” He rolled his eyes

In a clash and messy mix of lips, teeth, tongues, and saliva, maybe you could call it a kiss.

His lips were hard against yours, practically trying to swallow your face as he ripped your loincloth off.

He pulls away roughly, his hand finding your throat and holding it tightly, “Tell me, did you suck my brother’s dick. Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

“Like I would tell you.” You laugh, a demeaning laugh.

His eyes darken, making your smile drop, you try to back away from him but somehow you also can’t move.

You sit there, trembling with fear as he towers over you, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. You can feel the hatred radiating off of him, directed towards you. But you can't move, can't run away. You're trapped in this room with him, and you know what's coming. You've seen the look in his eyes before, the same look that he has now as he grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you towards him.

"You think you're so special, don't you?" He sneers, his grip on your arm tightening. "You think you can just walk around here like you own the place?"

You open your mouth to protest, but before you can speak, he slams his lips against yours in a brutal kiss. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, exploring every inch hungrily. You try to push him away, but he just laughs and tightens his hold on you. You can taste the anger and hatred on his lips, and it only fuels your fear.

His hands roam over your body, squeezing and groping roughly. You try to push him away again, but he just laughs and pins your arms above your head.

"I hate you," he growls, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And I'm going to show you just how much."

You can feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, and despite your fear and disgust, your body responds. You hate yourself for it, but you can't deny the desire that courses through you. He notices and smirks, knowing that he has the upper hand.

He runs his hands over your body, his touch rough and possessive. You feel like you're nothing but an object to him, something to be used and discarded.

He shoves you down into the ground, and you let out a cry as the impact jars your body. He doesn't waste any time, climbing on top of you and pulling your legs apart.

“Lo’ak, stop!” You struggle, but he's too strong, and you can feel the panic rising in your chest.

“Stop pretending like you don’t want it.” Lo’ak growled

He enters you with one hard thrust, and you gasp in pain. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust, instead setting a punishing pace as he pounds into you. You can feel every thrust deep in your core, and despite your fear and disgust, your body responds to the pleasure.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, forcing you to look him in the eye. You can see the hatred and anger burning in his gaze, and it only makes your fear and arousal heighten. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice dripping with venom.

"You're nothing," He snarls. "Just a worthless slut who deserves to be treated like this."

His words cut deep, and you can feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. You don't want this, don't want him, but you're powerless to stop him. He's in control, and he knows it.

He continues to thrust into you with brutal force, and you can feel your body nearing its breaking point. Your mind is screaming for you to fight back, to get away from him, but your body betrays you as it responds to his touch.

You can feel the familiar coil of pleasure building in your stomach, and you try to fight it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Such a nasty little slut, cumming in my cock like you’re in heat.” He degraded

“No!” You cry out a lie

But he's relentless, and with one final thrust, you shatter under him. Your body convulses with pleasure, and you can hear him laughing triumphantly above you.

“It’s my turn. This sweet little pussy is gonna make me cum right now.” He groaned “Gonna cum inside!”

Like it was instinct, your legs wrap around him, completely preventing him from pulling out even if he wanted to.

“Giving in? You want me to pump this pussy full of my cum, don’t you?” He grunted, and finally spilled into you

Tears stream down your face as his body collapses onto yours.

“You’re mine now, you hear me?” He growled into your ear, “And I’m gonna make sure of that.”

You two lay there for what feels like hours, tears streaming down your face as you try to process what just happened. You hate him, hate what he did to you, but a part of you can't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure at the thought of his rough touch.

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[hika-ri-petite]

LITTLE PET

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any errors. This is mostly translated by chatGPT JAJAJAJA. Thank you for reading.

Warning: Adult content, minors do not interact, size fetish, Sukuna is not as bad here, real form of Sukuna.

"The problem arose when he didn't know how to express the tenderness he felt for you. He first noticed that when he "accidentally" pushed you with his arms, something inside him eased"

When Sukuna decided to adopt you as his pet, there was no other reason than that you were very cute; to him, you were just a delightful little thing, like a baby kitten.

The problem arose when he didn't know how to express the tenderness he felt for you. He first noticed that when he "accidentally" pushed you with his arms, something inside him eased. Of course, he didn't want to harm you for real or take it to the extremes because he genuinely enjoyed your company.

He always found a way to tease you, pulling on your dress to make you stumble, discreetly tripping you, making you "accidentally" fall from a small step, always enjoying seeing your small and fragile body falling.It didn't take long for him to develop other interests in you.

He liked it when he held you, and even though it wasn't in a rough manner, your skin would turn red. When he realized that you were much smaller compared to him, these simple details made him reflect, and he discovered that there was something he liked more than seeing you clumsily fall.

That was when he had you completely naked in front of him, with your legs open so he could eat your pussy. Sukuna's tongue simply moved up and down on your pussy while he immobilized your trembling legs with his hands. Spasms covered your body, and you trembled violently from time to time, clutching your hands to the soft wrinkled sheets beneath you.

When you start moving your hips in a gentle sway over his mouth and moan slowly, he knows you're about to finish, so he pulls away from you just to tease and see the tears of pleasure accumulated on your cheeks.

"Pathetic little thing," his mockery only increases the heat in your body.

"Please, please."You beg, but he enjoys seeing you desperate, so he lazily takes out his cock.

You are ready to be filled by him, and anxiety gnaws at you from within as you watch him simply rubbing the tip of his cock on your pussy, from top to bottom.

He gets so excited by the way his little pet willingly opens her legs to feel him more, as your pussy drips with each passing second. He loves that when he finally slides his cock into your hot and tight walls, you're so wet to receive him.

You moan, covering your face and arching your back. His cock always hits that delicious spot, and without further ado, he begins to move, delivering hard and firm thrusts.

His balls hit your rear forcefully. You love to see his hands gripping your waist, the veins on his tattooed arms standing out, his partially open robe revealing part of his abs. It only makes you wetter as you receive his cock with such affection.

You open both arms to hug him, although he thinks it's just a silly show of affection, he approaches to indulge you, but you only want to be crushed by his massive body, feeling like you're running out of air with each thrust, clinging to his enormous back with your legs wrapped around his waist. "Wait—"You scream in desperation as your pussy starts to burn, and you feel like it's going to split you in half, but he simply covers your mouth and continues.

You cry out against his hand and squirm, but he only releases you when he feels your body trembling, squeeze your pussy as tight as it can, sucking on his veiny cock.

He knows you've finished, so he releases your mouth to let you speak, but you simply cry, clinging to him in an hug, allowing the king of curses to keep using your pussy until he's done, and you know you have to wait much longer for that.

Maybe being teased by Sukuna with small falls wasn't so bad after all.

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