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tache-noire · 2 years

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You still want depraved ghost fic thoughts????

My dude I am a /slut/ for a dubious consent. Like... sometimes U just wanna have to completely surrender yourself because you don't have a choice??? Does that make sense??? Idk if this is sort of what Ur looking for but like??? I'm very feral for Copia so like, the idea of suddenly a gloved hand over my mouth and just being yanked into a fuckin supply closet or something and being threatened if I make a noise??? Mmmmmmmm

i made it a little spicier whoops

also in my world Copia has a fancy lavish room because fuck canon, i’m writing the stories Tobias is too afraid to.

Who Do You Think You Are?

Rating: 18+ (explicit sexual content)

Ship: Papa IV/Copia + M!Reader

Word Count: 1,953

Contents: Dubious Consent (at first), semi-public sex, turning the tables, degradation, blowjob, anal sex, definitely not enough lube but its porn so who cares, slightly irresponsible/under-negotiated kink, unexpected aftercare (i sure as hell wasn’t planning on writing it but it happened somehow)

Summary: You and Copia have something of an “open door policy” about sex, but even that has exceptions. Something snaps when he catches you at a bad time.

You're tired. Exhausted, even. Not just physically (cleaning is your least favorite job in the Ministry, and you couldn't trade with anyone), but mentally as well (to make things worse, you were stuck with a Brother who never shut up about the Baptist church he grew up with). All you want to do is shower and go straight to bed, but Papa is back for a couple of days between nearby Rituals, and he requested your company for the night, as he usually does. You won't just stand him up. The least you can do is go tell him in person that you're not up for it tonight.

That's the plan.

Right up until a hand darts from your peripheral and drags you into a broom closet on your way.

"Son of a--!"

A gloved hand claps over your mouth before you can really raise your voice. You're shoved up against the wall and your legs forced apart, and that's when you start to panic. Your assailant's hips are pressed against yours. He's rock hard, rubbing against your ass like he owns it. Fuck no. This isn't happening, not fucking tonight of all damn nights. You buck hard and try to lash out behind you with a fist, but it’s caught with ease in an iron grip.

Soft lips press against your knuckles, then just below your ear.

"Shh... There are still Siblings out at this hour, tesoro. Do you want them to find you like this?"

Instantly, all your fear turns to irritation. He must feel your body relax, because he loosens his hold and takes his hand away from your mouth.

"Copia?!" You hiss.

He nips your ear sharply. His hands roam freely over your body now that you're not fighting him anymore.

"That's Papa to you, Brother," he growls, groping at your dick.

Honestly, if he'd caught you any other time, on any other night, you'd gladly let him have his way like this. But this time...

"I've been gone for weeks, and you greet me so coldly?"

... His attitude is really pissing you off.

With his guard down now, you throw Copia off your back and whip around to bar your arm against his throat. The two of you stumble back until he hits the opposite wall, and he grips your shoulders defensively.

"So what, being Papa means you can just take whatever you want?” You bark.

Copia chuckles. “Positions of power do come with perks, carino.”

You press harder against his throat, until you can feel him struggle to swallow.

“Funny. You don’t look like you’re in a ‘position of power’ right now.”

He’s still hard and throbbing against your thigh when you force it between his own. The two of you have a safeword, and he's not using it. Beyond that, Copia could easily fight you off if he wanted to. Anybody who's been in his bed knows that white eye isn't just for show. It comes with inhuman power, something he loves to throw around whenever he can. He's letting you pin him, and he lets you push him to his knees, too. His eye glows in the near-darkness, laser-focused on your hands as you unzip your pants and pull your dick out. It offers a convenient point of reference to curl a fist in his hair and pull his face up against your crotch.

"You wanna play rough, Papa? Let's see you take it, then."

He runs his hands up your legs, settling them on your thighs. You hold your cock straight just until he gets his lips around the head, then force him the rest of the way down. You're not quite hard, so it's not much of a challenge for him, yet. But with the way he moans around your length and works his tongue against the underside, you're sure he'll be struggling before long.

"That's a good boy. You better get it nice and wet for me. That's all you're gonna get."

Copia shivers. You wish you could see him right now. He always looks good sucking cock, but you've never seen him this way. Submissive and ravaged, nose pressed up against your pelvis as you grind against the back of his throat. You wonder if he'd even washed his paint off before trying to ambush you, or if it's smeared off his lips and along your shaft now. Fuck. More than anything, you'd love to see his face covered in your cum, mouth gaping open and panting-- but you have a promise to keep, and there's more than enough saliva dripping down your balls to keep from tearing Copia up too badly.

“Up, hands on the wall.”

He obeys as soon as you step away and give him room. You have to be quick. You give him two fingers to suck on while you get his pants open and pushed down just far enough to fuck. If you take too long, his spit will dry and.... It won’t be much fun for either of you, but especially not him. You’re just trying to teach the man a lesson, not kill him. The most you can do is open him up with your fingers, spreading them apart to fit the head of your cock between them. You have to cover his mouth now to muffle the ragged groan that rips from his chest.

“There’s still Siblings out at this hour, Papa,” you coo, mimicking how he’d warned you earlier. You hold his hip steady while you slowly ease your way in. He moans again when your pelvis hits his ass.

“Imagine what they’d think if they found you like this.”

Copia shivers against you. Around you.

“Oh, would you like that?”

He nods, pushing back against you, asking you to move. You start slow. He may be greedy and you may be feeling a little sadistic, but he's got a Ritual tomorrow, and he can't be limping around onstage because of you. Sister Imperator would have your head. It's a battle against Copia's own devilish sex drive. He can keep you on edge for hours, but you have to dig your nails into his hip to stop him from fucking himself harder on your cock.

"Maybe I should open the door. Let everybody see what a slut their great and powerful Papa is."

You work your way up from languid to powerful thrusts; still rather slow, but full and unyielding. Letting Copia squirm and whine for more. You rip the front of his shirt open one-handed, forcing him to bite his lip to keep quiet. Buttons fall and clatter to the floor, forgotten quickly as you run your fingers through his chest hair and pinch a nipple between them.

“Fuck, caro--”

The tone of his voice doesn’t help his case at all. In this stuffy broom closet, his skin is already tacky with sweat. Every stroke ends in an obscene slap. You wish you’d done this sooner, maybe under other circumstances. In a context where you could take your time to really enjoy the plush softness of his body. Still, you can spare a moment to kiss up his neck and bite his ear just as he’d done to you.

"There's plenty of other Brothers who'd love to have their way with you like this, you know," you warn him. You shove your fingers in Copia’s mouth to shut him up again as you pick up the pace.

"I could invite them to join in. Have you suck one off just like this while I fuck you."

Ever obedient, he sucks greedily on your digits, giving you an excellent demonstration of exactly how he’d sound. Sloppy, wet. Moaning around them each time you slam back into him.

"Let them take turns filling you up when-- fuck-- when I'm done with you--"

With the way Copia’s squeezing around you, that’s not gonna be much longer. You can tell that he’s close, too. He’s been so good, taking everything you’ve given and nothing more. He’s even better behaved than you usually are. But he doesn’t need to know that right now, not when he’s still being punished. If he’s getting any reward, it’s gonna come with a catch.

“Go on,” you snarl, slowing nearly to a stop. “Go ahead and touch yourself. Fuck yourself while you think about the whole Ministry using you like the whore you are, Papa.”

he’s pathetically quick to follow your commands, desperate to get a sweat-slicked hand around his dripping cock. Even more desperate to pick the pace back up and push back onto yours. You take your fingers out of his mouth, and you’re not sure he even notices. If he does, then he really doesn’t care about getting caught after all. He doesn’t bother to muffle his voice, even as it climbs in pitch and volume with his approaching climax.

When he comes, Copia moans your name and takes you up to the hilt. His ass clenches around you so tightly, it’s almost painful. You grit your teeth and shove him flat up against the wall. You keep him pinned while you keep fucking him, through and past his orgasm and to the point of uncomfortable overstimulation. He whimpers and squirms as you take your pleasure from his body, finally releasing deep inside him with a low groan.

You stay there, both panting in the darkness, until you’re soft enough to just slip out of his thoroughly-used hole.

Fuck, you thought you were tired before.

More importantly-- fuck, what just happened? Copia still hasn’t said anything. Maybe you went too far.

You’re about to leave and deal with the aftermath tomorrow, when he catches your hand.

“Aspetta, caro.”

“Papa, I can’t right now--”

He pulls you to himself and kisses you softly.

“No talking, just come to bed with me.”

Somehow, he sounds in better shape than you. You let him lead you out of the closet with his arm around your waist, although you do notice him leaning on you ever-so-slightly after a while, with a bit of a limp to his stride.

“... I’m sorry, Papa, I don’t know what--”

“I won’t hear you apologize, carino.”

Copia takes you to his room, to the ensuite bathroom. He undresses you as well as himself, despite your protests. You shower together, practically melting in his arms. He washes your hair. Massages the knots from your muscles. Dries you off with a fluffy towel. Everything you swear you’re supposed to be doing for him right now. He keeps you cradled in his arms in bed.

“Why are you doing this?” You finally ask.

“Because this is what you needed. And I’m sorry I didn’t see that.”

“You can’t be sorry. I shouldn’t have taken out my frustration on you like that. Why didn’t you stop me?”

Copia scoffs and kisses your forehead.

“I would never pass up a good, rough fuck like that. Satana di sotto. Do you think I can’t handle myself, caro?”

You sigh. Of course he can. You bury your face in his chest, and he pets your damp hair soothingly.

“Mm. You have nothing to feel guilty for. Next time, we will prepare better. Make sure you are comfortable first.”

“Next time?”

“Of course, mio caro. I want more of this side of you. But we can talk about that tomorrow. Sleep.“

You want to talk now, but... Copia’s right. You can barely keep your eyes open, warm and cozy under his heavy duvet. Feet tangled together. His steady breaths and heartbeat lull yours in step. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t so dearly loved and wanted. You fall asleep at last, bone-tired and with the last of your worries faded away.

#ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus IV #papa IV #papa 4 #reader insert #male reader #m!reader #nsft #my writing is rusty #also when did i get so sappy

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clairenatural · 6 months

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Dean doesn't like the word "boyfriend." He decides this the second time Cas says it–the first time it was new, shiny, exciting. The second time, he fights the urge to cringe.

It's not the "boy" part. It's not. It would have been, for a long time, but he's dug all that shit up and unpacked all the suitcases. They hold hands in public. They kiss goodbye in front of his coworkers at the garage.

It's just–not enough. Not nearly. Jack comes home from hanging out with his friends and fills Dean on the gossip and his boyfriend and her girlfriend and–that's not them. "Boyfriend" feels like a cheap mockery. Like how demons used to tease.

He's heard "partner." He's heard it from Sam, to Eileen, but he doesn't know how he can stomach it. He's said that word too many times. I'm Agent Tyler and this is my partner, Agent Perry. This is my partner, Agent Page. My partner, Agent Stills. All lies. Sam says he likes it, that he's making it mean something real. Besides, Eileen loves it.

Good for them, Dean thinks. It makes his skin crawl.

So he sticks with “boyfriend” and he shrugs off the funny urge to protest every time Cas says it. It makes him happy, and honestly, it’s not like he has an alternative.

It’s a Sunday when he realizes that somehow, Cas does. They’re at the farmer’s market, like Cas is every weekend, but Dean had picked up weekend shifts and missed the past few. Cas is excited the whole way there, telling Dean about how he’d manage to befriend the local honey vendor in his absence, how she’d invited him to a beginner’s apiarist group she helps run. They beeline (heh) to the honey booth as soon as they get there, and the woman--Judith? Janice?--smiles up at them both, hands Cas a jar of honey like she’d been expecting him, and says “Oh, this must be the husband! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Dean stares at Cas. Cas stares at the honey. Judith/Janice stares at both of them, smile fading as the silence goes on a beat too long.

Dean clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. The husband, that’s me! Ha ha.” Beside him, Cas relaxes, just barely. In front of him, the woman breathes an audible sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Dean shifts. “Just didn’t, um. Realize I was such a hot topic.”

The smile he gets is almost sympathetic. “Oh, only good things. Here,” she hands him a business card. “You should also come out to our meeting on Wednesday. Lots of people bring their partners.” She leans in, almost conspiratorial. “Beekeeping can be wonderful for couples.”

It’s at this point that Cas clears his throat and finally looks up from the honey in his hand, evidently giving up hope on escaping this conversation. “Thank you, Janet.” (oh. Janet.) “Dean works late on Wednesdays, but I’m very excited to see you all.” He’s pulling out money as he says this, apparently deciding to just go ahead and end the entire interaction. He hands her the bills, grabs Dean’s hand, and is already moving away from the booth by the time Janet calls “See you Wednesday!” after them.

Cas drags him all the way back to the car without stopping for tomatoes, or Sam's carrots, or the free-range eggs that are way too expensive but Cas buys anyway because you can taste when the hen is well cared-for, Dean (whatever that means). They slide into the car, still not talking, and sit in silence for several long seconds. Dean stares at Cas, who stares out the windshield at the parking lot.

"I can explain," Cas speaks, finally, right as Dean was about to open his mouth and say anything to break the silence.

Dean pauses. Can you? Cause I feel like I missed a few chapters, he thinks.

"I don't work late on Wednesdays," he says instead.

"Oh." Now it's Cas staring at Dean, and Dean staring out at the asphalt.

He turns the keys. He drives them home.

Later, making dinner, Dean rolls the word around in his head. Husband. He's making his husband pasta (It's missing the tomatoes. He's made more with less).

Husband doesn't feel like a costume, like an ill-fitting suit and scratchy tie. It doesn't feel like high school gossip, or a monster trying to hit him where it hurts. It settles in warm in his chest.

It's just the two of them that night, and they're eating in the comfortable silence of the bunker until Dean clears his throat and brings it up. "Why does Janet at the farmer's market think we're married?"

Cas pauses, fork of pasta halfway to his mouth. He puts the fork down and takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not mad," Dean hurries to clarify. "It's just that there's usually, uh. Steps, you know. Like a whole....thing."

"I'm aware." Cas sighs. "She assumed, seeing us around - the first time I spoke to her without you, she asked where my husband was. And I..."

"You didn't correct her?"

"...No. I, um." Cas is looking down at his plate again. He picks up the fork, still half-full of pasta, then puts it back down again. "I didn't want to?" He says the end of the sentence like a question but looks back up at Dean and squints just a bit, and Dean knows he's watching for a reaction.

"Uh huh."

"It felt trivial."

"To tell her we're not married?"

"To call you my boyfriend." For the first time, he stumbles over the word.

Dean blinks. "You--" he stops, brain processing too much information to finish that sentence. "Okay." He leans back in his chair. Sighs. Rubs a hand across his eyes and lets it drag down his face. "Okay, listen. I don't like boyfriend either, but we gotta...talk about it."

"We are talking about it. You don't like it either?" Cas leans forward as Dean slumps back, following him across the table.

Dean snorts. "No, man." He shakes his head. "It's been a decade. I've seen you die." Six times. But who's counting.

"I agree." Cas pauses, and then, as if it's the most natural conclusion in the world, "Will you marry me?"

Dean actually laughs at this. "You're asking me that now?"

Cas quirks an eyebrow at him. "I've grown quite fond of calling you my husband at the farmer's market. I'd like to continue."

Dean stares at him in disbelief. It's not how he'd pictured it going, but he also can't think of it going any other way. Slowly, he nods. "Yeah, okay. Let's be husbands."

Across the table, Cas grins at him.

"But we're getting rings," Dean points a finger at him, because something about this is going to be normal.

"If you'd like. Although I already told Janet that you can't wear a ring because of your work at the garage, and I don't wear mine in solidarity."

"Rings," Dean insists, and decides to overlook the rest of that sentence. For now. He stabs his fork into a pile of the pasta. "And let me stop for the damn tomatoes next time."

They get rings and wear them on chains around their necks. Cas puts a beehive on the hill, and there's a small ceremony in the summer - a "vow renewal" to Cas' beekeeping group, who all receive invites attached to little jars of honey. Janet gets the nicest one.

#mae clairenatural writing fic in the year 2023......#go easy on me im rusty #i started this a year ago and decided to finish it and that was PAINFUL #destiel #deancas #destiel fic #1.2k words #my words

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stsgsk · 7 months

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"You've saved me as what?" Satoru repeats for what must have been the fifth time.

You sigh, speaking again, slowly. "Cotton Swab. I saved you as Cotton Swab"

Satoru gapes at you, mouth opening and closing without a single word coming out. In the end, he pouts and look away.

You frown. "Hey, come on. Don't be like that," You walk around him so you're directly in his line of view, his pink lips sticking out as he crosses his arms. You show him your phone, where his contact really is saved as 'Cotton Swab'. "It's a term of endearment. An affectionate nickname. I mean, would you rather just be saved as Satoru? How boring is that?"

Satoru glances at your screen once, then looks away, clearly unimpressed. "You didn't even give me an emoji."

"Alright, alright" you say, going ahead to edit his contact name. "I'll add some emojis. Which ones do you want?"

Before you could blink, satoru had taken your phone. He gives it back to you a few seconds later, leaving you chuckling at the long list of emojis he had put after his name. His name, you just realised, he changed to 'bf'.

You look up at him with a grin. "You gonna explain that?"

"Nope" he says back with a matching grin.

He didn't explain that you two were now matching, because he had long since had you saved as 'gf' with a whole bunch of emojis after too.

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deviouz · 2 months

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thinking about leon kennedy and how he talks you through another orgasm and how he's just the softest dom - 🐀

i love love love gentle dom leon so much <3

“c’mon, sweetheart, you can give me one more, can’t you?”

his voice is gentle against your ear, evading your senses in such a way it has you feeling just the slightest bit overwhelmed by the sensation of it all. it was a stark contrast to the way his fingers pistoned in and out of your drooling cunt. it had been difficult to keep still after the second orgasm, and the third one had left leon with no choice but to keep your legs pried apart with his own. confusion plagued your mind, only managing to seep in passing waves amidst the rampant pleasure.

“leon, can’t,” your words were slurred as your body trembled, thighs trying their absolute hardest to clamp shut around his incessant hand. “too much, too much, please-!”

the soft coos and gentle shushing had you keening, eyes rolling back at the curl of skilled fingers, thumb unwavering against your swollen clit.

“you’re so good for me, so pretty,” leon grinned as he watched your back bow for the umpteenth time that night. your cries of ecstasy reverberated in the otherwise quiet room. as you came, body shuddering and writhing about in the comfort of his arms, leon eased you through the aftermath of your climax. chest heaving, your eyes finally slipped shut. your thoughts had finally cleared, coherency beginning to front itself once again.

“one more time?” leon’s hand went to rub at your thighs, taking pleasure in the way you canted into his touch. “let me see you cum on my cock, baby.”

#uhhhhhhh #my writing is rusty ): i’m so sorry #🐀 anon gets me though #we’re on the same wavelength me thinks.#🐀 anon #!!!! my first anon ooooo #. . . asks 🐚#. . . leon 💭#leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy

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calmparticles · 4 months

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glitch10 · 7 months

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He looks so goofy 💀

..I need to kiss him rn

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc caine #the moon is just like me fr #tempted to make a caine x reader oneshot except I’m kind of rusty on writing x readers #even though I have unfinish ones in my notes app

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sharpace · 2 months

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I'm sure everything will be fine.

Super duper loving The Magnus Protocol. My little horror heart is so full.

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#art #the magnus protocol #tmp #rusty quill #i have faith that they will all end up perfectly happy and so very very alive #also my brain looks like the pepe silvia conspiracy board with each episode #also lol in case anyone is new or forgot #crank it and romcom is the anomaly in my interests #im a horror girlie through and through who just happens to write a lot of fluff

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vampykween · 4 months

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sex with bestfriend!simon is absolutely slow and sweet. you two had just finished up a twilight movie marathon because he knows it’s your favorite and god he was honestly to sweet to you. coming over with treats and cuddling up with you to watch your favorite movie, all just to cheer you up.

you’re not sure what came over you, but suddenly your argument with your parents is in the back of your head and you’re straddling simon’s waist. he’s hesitant in his movements, letting you take the lead because otherwise he’ll reveal just how eager he is for you. your hands are all over him, your lips sucking dark bruises into his neck, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose and he can’t help the moan he lets out. there’s nothing he wants more than to be consumed by you; fill you up and have every part of you intertwined with him.

his large hand gently tugs your hair until you’re looking into his eyes. they’re dark and lustful, a look you’ve never seen on simon before. has he always looked at you this way? his voice is low and sensual when he whispers “tell me you want this. just say the words and i’m all yours love” and god you absolutely melt at that.

“si- please i want you. i need you so bad.”

as if in the blink of an eye you’re on your back with simon’s head between your thighs. he kisses and licks at your cunt slowly, yet passionately and when he languidly slides his thick digits into your tight heat, you know you’re in for one hell of a night.

#mic drabbles #this just popped in head because i was listening to a thousand years on the way home hehe #omg i’m rusty with my writing already ahhhh forgive me #bestfriend!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley

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anananass · 6 months

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NSFW Wriothesley x F!Reader ~ ”Don’t be shy”

warning: nsfw

Tags: creampie, begging, praising, rough sorta? Just him being so hot and good istfg!! And probably some other things. He is sweet jesus

summary: the Duke notices you want him to fuck you with a little more spice (it’s 3 am and I do not know what Im doing)

wc: 1,2k

“Don’t be shy, tell me what you want princess.” The Duke’s hoarse toned words sent shivers down your spine. The sole fact he had been deepening himself inside your soaked folds for the past 20 minutes didn’t help but cause more trouble to you, so much that you slipped a rushed pant as you thought more and more of what you wanted.

Truth be told, you weren’t subtle at all with your desire to feel his hands roam around your stomach until finally gripping you to stay in place. You wanted him to handle you that way so badly but with the way he was ramming inside you, it was so much harder to voice your boiling yearning.

Still, attentive as he usually is, and perhaps a little too infatuated with the sight of you taking him so well, he was quick to notice your body language was gradually changing. Your motions, your squirming beneath him and the way you eyed his rough hands every time they’d move mere inches close to your stomach, it was all there. At first, he took it as nothing more than admiration, a gesture you always do every time he is on top and taking good care of you, however, this time felt different.

Maybe it was the prolonged eye contact you kept and the lustful whiff you gave off, but it didn’t matter anymore. He got the idea as soon as he lingered a pressured digit against the sensitive skin above his favorite area. No matter the case, if that was what you wanted, he would gladly provide, definitely not because he too found that idea as intriguing as you.

To encourage you, he began running his fingers down your chest, further lowering them to your stomach. He even gave you a playful wink followed by another thrust of his member.

Despite that, you still found difficulty in telling him and instead whimpered, hopeful he’d proceed with your wish but this was Wriothesley we are talking about. As much as it made him happy to spoil you, he wanted to hear that sweet beg come out of your pretty, fleshy lips.

The Duke’s lips’ corners curled into a mischievous smile, and upon pressing a forceful yet slow thrust inside you, he leaned closer to you. “Come on, tell me what you want.” He urged you nonchalantly whilst steadily rubbing himself against you despite his deeply buried member. “I want to hear you ask for it.” A faint groan slipped his honey-layered mouth and with it, prolonged eye contact followed.

He was making things so much difficult but at the same time, the lack of friction was making you go crazy, so much that you searched for it yourself. An obvious failure since he was doing nothing but chuckling in your face.

“I want you to grip my waist.” You finally uttered the words now that there was nothing to make you whine like a needy little mess. Your voice was barely above a whisper, and dear god the effect that had on him.

Hearing you ask for that in such a normal yet suave manner had his length pulse within your warm insides. It pushed you to gasp loudly given the slight vibration hit a good spot.

Wriothesley’s eyes widened with pure satisfaction, the tint of lust and adoration growing larger and larger in them. You couldn’t comprehend just how much that was driving him wild, but to your surprise, a simple request wouldn’t be enough. You couldn't just request he does something without stating what should be the consequence of that action.

“And do what?” His grace poked at you more and to add more tension, he rubbed himself against you one more time. It was unbelievable.

“Go wild.” You cried out, shuddering from all the euphoria he was denying you. You were so desperate that you grabbed his arms and dug your nails into his biceps, running your nails down to his forearms until there were red lines all over him.

That was all he needed from you. Oh, what a good girl you were, too good for him. With that, the Duke let out a groaned chuckle after which he lifted his body. You watched him gently placing his hands around your waist, and without any notice, felt his grip tightening around your sides.

“Good Girl.” is the praise that left his mouth before he started pumping in and out again, but with his hands effortlessly holding your body in place so you don’t move from all the force propelling you farther from him.

It was crazy, you could feel him hit it much differently than usual. It was as if his tip was hitting an inner wall that you had no idea about. A sensation so addictive that you began moaning louder and louder with each fierce thrust shoved inside your dripping cunt. But you weren't the only one enjoying this wild ride. The motions were equally addictive to him too, so much so that whenever he felt himself slap a little too hard against your slick folds, he wanted to go even harder.

He was so lost in the momentum that he didn’t know where to pay attention, your lower taking his throbbing length deeper than normal, your breasts jiggling upward and downward thanks to the pressure he was putting in, or you rolling back your eyes as you grabbed the mattress underneath you. So many sights for him to feed himself with, it was unfair. Oh, if he could see all of them simultaneously, he would be the luckiest guy in Fontaine, if not the entire world. But he had to decide on one.

Yet, once you arched your back and wailed in hunger for more, he let out a guttural groan run between his clenched fangs. From that moment on, his icy gaze stood fixed on you, on the emotions that were running through you.

His breath was shaky as his movements turned quicker and sloppier. His heart beat wildly as his arousal reached new heights. His member pounded harder the more your walls squeezed him. His grip tightened until his nails were dug deep inside your flesh, and upon feeling him clutch you way too intensely, you shouted in both pain and bliss. He couldn’t carry this any longer, and neither could you take it in anymore.

The Duke growled as he felt his fast-approaching climax reach its peak, and coincidentally enough, before he came undone, you convulsed underneath him.

Trembling in pure bliss, you bobbed your head back and called out for him whilst desperately grasping his hands in the final moments of your arrival. He wanted to keep fucking you during your orgasm but the sweet noises were too much for him to handle, thus causing him to fill you with his warm fluids.

“Fuck.” the moan slipped his lips as he too bobbed his head back right after feeling his seed flow deep inside. Soon enough, he looked back at you, flashing his favorite parts one final look before he could rest by your side.

Upon hearing him curse through his teeth, you chuckled to yourself and slumped to the bed, unable to move an inch or say anything more. Not that you needed to. After all, you did so well.

A soft smile grew on Wrio’s face as he noticed how you were slowly drifting away into a sleep.

#wriothesley #wrio x reader #wriothesley smut #wrio smut #the duke #his grace #whatever #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut #i want him to raw dog me hard #i will write that istfg but im a lil rusty #anyway i wrote this while listening to my smutty playlist #PLEASE ENJOY THIS AS MUCH AS I DID im dying

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yaekiss · 2 months

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since your normal requests are still open （＾ω＾） i absolutely NEED to go next door to my darling kaeya!!! he can’t just be so devoted and adoringly obsessive without being rewarded! after that little show of a picture he sent, can’t quite be satisfied until i ravage him the way we know he wants </3

𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Kaeya, no gendered terms for reader, Kaeya calls you "my heart", unhealthy and obsessive relationship from Kaeya, unhealthy attachment from reader, stalking (from Kaeya), mentions of biting and marking (Kaeya receiving), handjob (Kaeya receiving), lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: This is a (long overdue) sequel to this love letter from a previous event (now closed!) Sigh I really meant to finish this a lot earlier, first it was supposed to be your birthday present then when that date passed by, a v-day gift of sorts,,,,, But it's here now!! Hope it's kind of what you were looking to read @pulpbeing !

The whole walk over to the next room, regardless of how short it was, you were barely cognizant. It was hard to be, when mere minutes ago, it was revealed to you that your lover was some sort of obsessive stalker. (Yet, why does your heart still hammer so hard in your chest?)

Each step draws you closer and closer to Kaeya, and before you even register it, you’ve reached the door to his room. It's the very last one in the hallway. The room opposite his is vacant.

Your blood thrums under the skin of your fingers as you reach out to the smooth cold handle on the door, as if the mere act of crossing that threshold could shatter everything at once.

And to your surprise, the door swings open without any resistance.

The second your foot pads onto the carpet of his room and the door locks behind you, the atmosphere turns electric as a singular starry eye bores into you from where Kaeya is lounging on the bed.

And there he is. Draped in the same lacy white lingerie in the scandalous photograph he sent to you. As if the sight in the picture wasn’t stunning enough already, the sight of your lover before you outright steals the breath from your lungs.

Adorned in naught by the gauzy fabric, you drag your gaze down from his face, to the crimson-stained trail left from that trickle of wine from his lips. The sheerness of the lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination with the way it snugly hugs his figure. The curve of his chest, his slender yet toned physique, stark white garter belt against the flesh of his thighs.

It's all ridiculously tantalising to you. And he knows it.

“No need to just stand by my door, my heart. You can do more than just gawk at me, you know?” Kaeya all but purrs out to you from where he’s seated, his one eye squinting as he grins.

Somehow, your body has already betrayed your warring thoughts within because when you next blink, you’ve crossed over to the bed, the mattress dipping as you take your seat beside him. His grin grows more blinding at this and he squeezes in closer to you, until your thighs are touching.

“So the cat’s out of the bag, and now you know I’ve been tailing after you in Fontaine like some lovesick dog off a leash,” he sighs noncommittally, as if he didn’t just admit to stalking you.

He fixes you with a gaze, “How exactly does it make you feel?”

“Is it fear?”

The silence grows when you don’t respond, as if you know in a deep twisted part of your mind, that despite this, Kaeya would never harm a single hair on your head.

“Or is it desire?”

And it’s at this, that your heart thumps.

The kiss is messy, more tongue and spit than anything else but you can’t be bothered when you’re busy removing the lingerie still on him. He melts into you as your hands wind around his frame, unravelling and undressing him from the flimsy layers of white lace that dare to separate him from you. When you watch the pure white tumble from him, perhaps he’s not the only one whose desires drive them wild.

A breathy moan leaves him as you leave bite mark after bite mark across the expanse of his neck. The feeling of your teeth pressed against his skin, the pressure and force behind it threatening to break past the surface. You’re kind enough to grant him one last hickey prior to pulling back and briefly admiring your handiwork.

Hands trailing down his side, you graze your fingertips over his hips before you settle a palm against his length. Just before he can roll himself up to rut against your hand, your other hand grips the side of his hip, stilling him as a protesting noise slips past his lips.

“You’ll move when I say you can. You can do that for me, yes?”

Docile, he nods and simply watches on as your hand wraps itself around him. You can tell by the way he’s fisting the bedsheets that he’s holding himself back, resisting the urge to fuck into your hand. Aided by the precum drooling from his tip, you glide your hand slowly up and down, marvelling at the way his breath hitches and eyes screw shut whenever you twist your grip exactly where you know he likes it.

It doesn’t take long before you can tell he’s reaching his limit. His breathing grows clipped and ragged and his groans and whines become increasingly needy. Every time his hips jerk involuntarily, your hand stills, prompting him to plead pitifully for you to continue. He makes quite the sorry sight before you, and your heart twinges with the need to watch him come undone.

Deciding you’ve toyed with him enough for now, you lean in, whispering, “Go on, let me see how you reward yourself.”

His pulse jackrabbits as you lave your tongue along his jugular, panting out broken “thank you”s at your generosity while he frantically chases his release, rutting into your hand. A quick twist and he’s spilling over, crumpling in on himself as he moans unabashedly at the pleasure you’ve shown to him. He has his chin hooking over your shoulder and arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug whilst riding out his high, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

Suddenly, your world tilts when Kaeya pulls you down onto the bed, you lie atop him, trapped in his embrace.

And coy as he is, he slithers next to your ear and whispers breathlessly, “It’s alright, you can have your way with me,” you can feel his heart pound from beneath you, your pulse matching his.

“There’s no one next door anyways.”

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zer0pm · 1 year

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Imagine being the one chained to Luis Serra instead of Leon and he’s flirting with you the entire time.

“So, uh, you come here often?”

If your back wasn’t to him, he’d be on the receiving end of a pointed look asking him if he was being serious right now. Instead, you opted to get up from the ground where you sat and assess the current situation. The cuffs around your wrists are attached to a heavy chain that seems to hang overhead and you follow the length of it with your eyes until they stopped to another set of metal cuffs clamped around the man that was speaking to you. He was already standing by the time you take account of his attention on you, his grey eyes slowly taking you in before a playful, lascivious smile curves upon his chiseled face.

“Gracias a Dios. Glad they stuck me with someone so attractive,” he says before dropping to a low bow. The gesture seemed awkward due to his bound hands but it did little to dampen the dramatic flair he exuded. “Luis Serra. Encantado.”

You immediately recognized him as the man in the sack that you and Leon found in a basement before being knocked unconscious by some giant of a man. This Luis was a talker then too despite his apparently ever changing and unfortunate predicaments. He must have quite a story to tell and perhaps can be of use to your mission.

Pinning the thought to question him after you have freed both of you of your shackles, you look up at the mount that kept the chain suspended and give the metal a firm tug. The action catches the Spaniard off guard as he is dragged towards you.

“Easy, my friend. If you wanted me to come closer, all you had to do was ask.”

No amount of willpower could stop your eyes from rolling.

“Do you ever stop talking?” Your words set off a spark in his eyes and you realize your mistake too late.

Luis smiles, “Ah, so you finally speak! Any more of the silent treatment and I was about to start serenading you with sign language.”

Thankfully your focus on your mission outweighed your curiosity at imagining this man dexterously using his hands and fingers to communicate with you, feeling the support for the mount give slightly. Another tug and this time Luis seemed prepared for it as he braced himself in place, the sound of the mount straining against the chain finally catching his attention.

“Ah, I see your thinking. Muy bien.”

With him finally coming up to speed on your intentions, the man met your strength with each pull upon the chain, the support nails keeping the mount up gradually weakening. Sweat was beginning to pour down your brow. Just a few more…

“May I have your name?”

The question made you stop in your efforts.

“What?”

“Your name. I’d like to know what to call you.” The damn smile widened as he spoke, evidently amused at your responses to him.

“What does it matter?” You tried to hide your increasing excitement with indifference, he didn’t seem at all put off by this.

Luis shrugs, “Given that I introduced myself to you in such gentlemanly fashion, I’d expect the same courtesy in turn. It’s only fair, sí?”

He made a point, but of course rather than answer him, you gathered the chain in your hands for one final pull and was grateful he had the sense to pull back. The mount and chain fall to the floor with a loud clank and Luis was on his back once again from using too much force.

“¡Mierda!” He groans and you couldn’t help the smirk creeping on your cheeks. “You’re very good at playing hard to get.”

You were about to offer him a snide apology as he moved to stand up once more but saw an infected coming towards him with an axe swinging. Quick to react, you drag Luis towards you and the unsuspecting Spaniard collapses to his knees before you. He looks up at you and you would have thought he’d be annoyed if not for the playful grin he continued to wear.

“This isn’t exactly my ideal place to be tossed around. I’d prefer somewhere much softer, but if you insist-“

“Shut up and brace!”

Using the chain, you make fast work of wrapping it around the infected man attacking you two and effectively snap his neck. Luis swiftly rushes over to the body as soon as it collapsed and searched through their pockets. He finds the key and unlocks his cuffs. You were about to take it from him to remove yours but he steps back and uses his long arms to keep it out of your reach.

“Give it here, Luis Serra.” Despite the obvious mirth in your voice, the man appeared pleased at the sound of his name on your tongue.

“Of course, my friend, but first,” he started, playing with the key between his fingers for you to see, “I have a proposition.”

If looks could kill, he’d be dead right now. “You being serious?”

“Mi luz, know that I’m always serious. Especially when it involves someone with a face like yours.”

You sincerely hoped that the heat burning on your cheeks was from the adrenaline of just killing an enemy and not at all from his charming words. Luis took your sigh of defeat as a sign to keep going.

“Obviously you’re not a local. But, lucky for you, I happen to know the area like the back of my hand.” He twists his hand, dangling the key into your view for emphasis. The scoff he earned from you made him laugh.

“We can help each other, keep each other safe. I watch your back,” his lecherous gaze makes a shameless journey over your form before stopping at your hips. You made a point not to turn or twist your body in any way. “You watch mine.”

Just as you were about to tell him off, he continued, “And who knows, perhaps we can reunite you with your agent friend and rescue a certain señorita?”

A thousand alarms went off in your head. Luis definitely knew more than he let on. It was always your intention to question him, but now you realize that you weren’t the one holding the cards between you two and the shit-eating grin he wore showed that he’s well aware of this fact. Countless curses flooded your mind at how ridiculous this situation is, but the rational part of you knew that this idea was the most logical course of action. You needed to find Leon (assuming he is still alive somewhere) and finish the mission. This is what you rationalized and not at all because Luis’ incessant attention was beginning to grow on you. After a long moment of contemplation, you sigh.

“Fine,” you acquiesced, making sure the displeasure in your tone was evident even though there was none in your heart. The smile he gave you radiated throughout his entire being and warmed you from the inside.

“¡Excelente! We are partners, then!”

Assuming that was the end of the exchange, you move over to grab the key from his hand. Once again, Luis pulls it out of your reach. This was getting frustrating.

“What now?”

The man deflects your sharp tone with a click of his tongue, a teasing glint in his grey eyes. You were about to start threatening him until you felt an unexpected tug around your wrists, your whole body tumbling forward until your hands forcefully made contact with his firm chest. The sight of his other hand gripping the middle of your cuff catches your attention.

When the hell did this man grab a hold of your shackles?

Instinct kicked in to hit him but before you could regain your composure to do so, you feel the warmth of long slender fingers against your skin. His thumb caressing gently against the exposed part of your arm below your wrist before wrapping around to keep you firmly in place. He finally brings the key down in the space between you two, inserting it in the lock but not twisting it.

You cast an impatient glare up at him and fell into the trap of his gaze. The way he looked at you suggested that he had been watching you the entire time he brought you to press against him and you noticed then that he no longer wore the chesire cat grin. His voice reaches your ears, low and husky.

“I still didn’t catch your name.”

A/N: hope you enjoyed that ;) spicy continuation can be found here.

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monstrousvoice · 28 days

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Bar Snack

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Relationship: Husk X Female Reader

AN: It is 4am and I wake up. I see this post and am struck with the desire to write smut.

I do so.

Tags: PWP, Female Reader, Reader has a vulva, Cunnilingous, Sex in a Public Space, Daddy Kink, Mentions of Husk being on the chubbier side, If I missed any tags please let me know

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“J-just hold still, alright?”

“You mister, have had too much!” You laugh, even as you let Husk manhandle you onto the bar top. The tips of his claws prick at the soft flesh of your hips and the sting has you biting your lip and hissing in pleasure. Husk's ears twitch and rotate to face you, taking in every noise you make. His golden eyes lock on to you, pupils dilating and contracting rapidly. He lets out a low growl.

“So what? Just…just need to hear you, need to-...to taste you a little, baby-” He leans forward, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, breathing your scent. You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him closer to you. You feel his teeth ever so gently graze across your neck, following the coarse feeling of his tongue as he licks you without shame. A sudden nip has your hips bucking towards the counter edge and against his own, your legs wrapping tight around his hips.

You can feel him, his hardening cock slipping out of his sheath and pressing against you. His wings flutter before you, tense with the muscles in his back as Husk makes it his mission to suck a hickey onto every available spot of your neck and shoulders. His claws, still on your hips, dip underneath the edge of the dress you have on, pushing the fabric up to stay bunched up around your waist.

“W-what if-what if someone comes in-?” Your voice is no better than a whisper, your breath stolen by the attention being lavished upon you. Even as you worry, your hand moves from its clawed grip on his shoulder to travel down, and you smirk in victory when you find your prize. You cup Husk's growing bulge, outlining the shape of his hard cock and balls through his pants. You give his balls a gentle squeeze and are rewarded with his hips bucking into your hand, wings flaring, and a bite on your shoulder that does nothing to muffle his possessed growl.

You keen, proud of yourself.

“F-fuckin slut-” He hisses against your tender new mark. “Acting so worried but you go and do that.” His tone is harsh, but the gentle lapping of his tongue shows he's anything but angry.

“Just because my Daddy doesn't-” You moan, interrupted as his paw moves to your cunt and presses. “-m-make the best decisions, doesn't mean I'm not gonna take care of him~” Husk chuckles, a deep, low sound that vibrates through your body. Your hips are moving on their own, rocking your hot core against the fingers still pushing that maddening pressure against you. Your slick is leaking through your panties and you know he can feel it.

“You do take care of me, don't ya baby doll?” The tenderness in his voice is unexpected but not unwelcome. Husk hooks a finger from his free hand under chin, turning you to look him in the eye. “You’re always there for me, bad day or no…my good girl.” His pupils are wide and fuzzy, and the tenderness you see directed at you is almost too much to bear. You practically freeze, locked under those eyes as he leans forward and kisses you with such softness it feels dream-like. You press back, welcoming his affection with a moan of bliss and fluttering eyelashes.

His tongue meets with yours as the fingers pressed against your cunt move again. You feel the pressure ease away and almost whine into the kiss, before feeling his claws hook under the fabric of your panties. The sound of seams ripping hits you, and you're distantly aware that you are, yet again, down another pair of panties. You don't really mind though, not when losing them leads to situations like this.

Husk's claws are back to your drooling slit, tracing up and down with a sort of reverence. Your pussy feels hot and slick, and Husk groans low in his chest when he uses two fingers to spread your lips, your arousal drenching his fingers. He pulls away from kissing you and you pathetically chase after him for more. He presses another quick one to your bruising lips, then another when you keep following after him.

“Alright baby-” He grunts, and you press more kisses to his muzzle, trying to bring him back for more. “C-c’mon sweet girl-no more…” You stop, leaning hard into his chest, the weight of his tummy pressing into yours. You whimper and bite your bottom lip, wanting to protest but knowing better than to do so. You try to plead instead.

“Pl-please daddy? Just, fuck, just a couple more while you f-fuck me? Please?” You grind your cunt against his fingers as you beg, unashamed at the possibility that someone else in the hotel could walk in to find you moaning like a whore for the bartender's touch.

“No baby, no, cause I'm not gonna fuck you-” Your heart drops at his words, desperation and fear immediately setting in. Your mind races with things you could have done to deserve a punishment tonight, and you watch with wide eyes as Husk lowers himself to his knees before you.

“Yet.” He hisses. Relief floods you instantly, and by the mischievous glint in his eye, Husk knows how worked up his words made you. He chuckles and moves his hands to your thighs, cupping them and pushing them apart to give himself a first-class view of your cunt. You bite your bottom lip and look away, closing your eyes as your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. You can feel his paws move closer to your pussy, until his thumbs are suddenly touching. He plays with your lips for a moment, his thumbs spreading your slick everywhere before hooking them and spreading you open.

Your cunt is forced to gape before his eyes, fluttering with arousal despite the mortification burning you alive.

“Fuck, what a pretty cunt. Already this wet from some kisses and rubbing? Heh, you're dripping on the floor at this point.” You whimper and keen, peaking an eye open to look down at him. His eyes are like molten gold as he stares back at you.

“Don't be embarrassed baby girl, it's alright. Daddy’s gonna clean up your mess.” You barely have time to process his words before he leans forward and trails one long lick up your pussy. Your hips buck immediately at the feeling of his rough tongue against you, pushing your hips up into his muzzle.

“S-s-sorry Daddy-!” You whimper, but Husk doesn't stop. He simply wraps one of his thick, heavy arms over your hips and pins you to the bar top, licking away at your cunt like he doesn't have a care in hell. You shudder and gasp, your hips twitching to grind against his mouth for more than rough kitten licks but unable to with his arm pinning you down. The knowledge makes your blood burn hotter, seeing how easy it is for him to control and manipulate your body to his will. His claws dig into the fat of your thigh and hip as he eats you out like a five-star meal.

You feel his tongue wiggle inside, your gummy walls clenching down in response to squeeze a cock that isn't there. Husk lets out a purr in response, the only sound in the hotel bar besides the slick ‘slurp’ noises he makes as he sucks your clit like it's his favorite piece of candy. You can only throw your head back against the bar and endure his assault, wishing that the sweet torture would never end.

“D-Daddy, fuck-! Please, please d-don't stop, please-” Your words start to slur together as you beg for more. You bring a shaking hand from your face to your hips, gripping the paw holding you down like a lifeline. A sharp nip to the hood of your clit has you gasping, sitting up straight to look down at your boyfriend with shock. He doesn't stop, still lapping away at your fluttering cunt. His eyes are hooded, taking in the sight of you sitting above him, losing your mind on his talented tongue. He pulls away from his feast only briefly to rumble a command at you.

“Hold my head baby, don't let go.”

You do as you’re told, taking your hand not holding his and carding it through the fur on top of his head. Husk lets out a pleased rumble before diving back in, suckling your swollen clit without mercy. You cry out, throwing your head back and gasping at the sensation.

You're so close, you can feel the coil in your cunt, the pleasure shooting through your veins that lets you know your orgasm is on its way-you just need-need a little more-

A new sound reaches your ears, wet and slick like the sounds coming from your cunt, but just off ever so slightly-

You look down at Husk, his eyes closed as he loses himself to your taste. You can see his breath steam up as he snorts from his nose, drowning in your smell. Looking down further you see it, past the wonderful thick belly you nuzzle into every night. Husk has undone his pants one handed while eating you out, and his free hand, you hadn't even noticed it leaving your thigh, was fisted around his cock. Pink and red peaked at you from between his fingers as he tried to jerk himself in unison with his mouth as he ate you out. A thick glob of precum was drooling from his cock head, getting swiped up by his thumb to make his hand move slicker, only to be immediately replaced by more.

A full body shudder tore through you at the sight, your own mouth drooling with the desire to have that fat cock shoved down your throat as Husk moaned for you. It was enough, and your cunt squeezed tight around nothing as Husk licked and sucked your clit.

“C-cumming-” You gave a breathless cry, hips bucking in vain against Husk's strong grip, your orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that had your toes curling and thighs squeezing tight around Husk's head. He simply moaned low in response, lost in the feeling of your thighs squeezing and your hand pulling his fur as you lost yourself to him. He continued lapping at your swollen and puffy cunt, making sure not one drop of your cum was forgotten by his tongue. Even as your body fell boneless under him, he kept licking and sucking, moving to the meat of your thighs to leave hickeys and bite marks as you recovered and learned how to be alive again.

“How ya feeling baby doll? Talk to me.” He spoke, his voice sounding gravely and deep even to himself, thick with lust he hasn't had a chance to relieve yet. He tucked his still hard cock back inside his pants, zipping it up just enough to keep himself from popping back out. He stood back up, leaning over your limp body on the tabletop. You gave him a dazed smile from where you lay.

“G-good…thank you Daddy, for letting me cum…” Husk smiled, pulling you in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. You whimpered into his mouth as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you off the bar top and into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his hips immediately, your still sensitive pussy being pressed against his hard cock, covered in fabric. He pulled away from your kiss, adjusting you in his grip as he began walking towards the hotel elevator.

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek as he walked. “Now, you're gonna be a good doll and let Daddy have his turn, yeah? I need a tight little hole to fuck~” He growled in your ear. You felt the vibrations from his chest travel through your whole body. Despite cumming already, your pussy throbbed at his words, and you moaned.

“Y-yes Daddy, whatever you want-” You managed to whimper, burying your face in the crook of his neck as he carried you to your shared bedroom.

~~~~~~~

The following morning, Husk walked behind the bar to find a note folded with his name on it. He raised a feathered eyebrow, feeling curious as he opened it. It was Charlie's neat cursive.

Husk,

Nifty found a rather…interesting piece of clothing early this morning when cleaning. I frankly don't want to know what you two were doing last night, I don't need details, but I do ask that you clean up after yourselves at least.

Thank you!

Husk snorted, pocketing the note to show you and laugh about later. He supposed now he and the princess were even, considering the sight he had walked in on in the kitchen just a week ago.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel Husk #Hazbin Hotel Husk X Reader #Husk X Reader #Smut #My Writing #I havent written smut in forever and I feel so goddamn rusty at it #please judge with a grain of salt

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jxnxai · 2 years

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waiting

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #my art #lets see if this miraculously gets a lot of notes #im done 1/4 of s4 on my relisten #im scared !#hey rusty quill why couldnt it be [fabric rustles] all the time huh #anyway ace pin #EDIT: this sketch was heavily inspired by a drawing of @yumbles on tumblr/ xoxobouma on twitter #<— i’m pretty sure they’re the artist #i wanted to give credit to the person who made the original idea #apologies for not writing this out earlier

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sunnysanji · 1 year

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kaveh hates your new blanket. what he hates even more is that he's the one that bought it for you.

he thought it would be amazing. you'd seen it in a shop and you couldn't stop talking about how soft it was, how thick it was and how the weight would be so comforting on you. one point that he particularly liked about this was that it would comfort you in his absences, allowing you to sleep when he's up late working on sketches and new proposals.

so, he bought it as a birthday gift and surprised you with it early. he even bought a larger size one that allows you both to use it when in bed together. you were ecstatic, and he was so excited that you loved your first (of many) birthday gifts.

however, he stopped being excited when you liked it a little too much.

"sweetheart let me in," kaveh lightly chides, shivering from the exposure of his bare torso to the sharp chill of your bedroom.

"i'm too comfy and it's cold, just use one of the other blankets," you argue into the plush of the blanket, concluding the argument by snuggling deeper into the pillows and the warm of the blanket. he hates that he feels his heart warm up at the sight and butterflies start to tickle in his stomach at the sight in front of him. he loves you so much.

"baby i want to touch you."

"i'm not in the mood, try again tomorrow night," you giggle into the pillow.

"oh my- you know that's not what i mean." he says, exasperated. kaveh had such a long day and the only thing he was looking forward to throughout his entire day was coming home to cuddle you and steal kisses before falling asleep in each other's grasp. he can't help but be frustrated that you're denying him the one pleasure he's able to find in his life. and he knows you're doing it just to tease him. "i missed you so much today, baby. did you not miss me too?"

"i saw you this morning," you refute. kaveh struggles to find the path between his mind and his tongue, ultimately failing and choosing to just let out something between a loud sigh and a strangled groan. he stomps to the linen closet outside the bedroom door and yanks out the old duvet that was on your shared bed before the new blanket showed up.

he throws himself down on his side of the bed and wraps the duvet tightly around himself, tossing himself to pointedly face away from you.

"i'm donating that fucking blanket the second you wake up tomorrow morning."

he receives no answer. he only feels the spot next to him dip and shift before he feels the warm skin of your hand slipping into his duvet, going to wrap around his waist. you pull more of the duvet around yourself and fully pull your boyfriend into your embrace. he turns around in your hold to return the embrace and he buries his fingers into your hair.

"i knew you wouldn't last long," his voice is significantly softer.

"whatever. you got really upset i thought you were going to start crying." you punctuate your sentence with a kiss against his adam's apple and then his jaw.

he scoffs at you, but contradicts this with a kiss to your forehead and then your warm cheek and finally your awaiting lips.

"i will cry next time. and i am donating that stupid thing tomorrow."

"i love you, kaveh," you whisper into his neck, grinning against his skin.

"i love you too, sweetheart." kaveh sighs.

#MARCY'S BACK #i'm so rusty at writing but this was so fun i love kaveh so much i want to shake him around in a little jar like a specimen #he is my girlfriend #kaveh x reader #genshin impact x reader #gi x reader #kaveh fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #idek if this will show up in the tags but i do not care tbh

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