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madman479r · 7 months

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Jaune was heading back to his dorm room after a session at the gym following Nora's workout routine (Seeing as he was still standing was proof that he was improving) when he heard two familiar voices.

From the sound of it, it seemed like they were in some sort of argument.

"I'm telling you, Blake's is just better."

"Coming from someone with simple taste, I'd rather not take your word."

"Simple?!"

Jaune rounded the corner and saw that it was Sun and Neptune who were arguing. "Sun? Neptune? What's going on? Why are you arguing?" He asked.

The two other students turned to see Jaune. "Jaune, buddy, we were just looking for you!" Neptune said, his mood taking a 180 degree turn.

Sun, still with a narrowed and determined look on his face, continued. "Yeah, settle this debate for us."

Jaune was unsure but couldn't help himself. He liked hearing good debates about certain topics after all. "Okay. Hit me." Jaune said. Maybe this was about some book or movie. But then again Blake's name was mentioned so that kind of narrowed down the list of possible discus-

"Between Blake and Weiss, who do you think has the better butt." Sun bluntly asked.

"..."

Jaune stared at the two Haven students, wondering if he heard right. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Which girl has the better ass?" Neptune repeated. "Weiss' lean, toned behind, or Blake's overly large-"

"Hey!" Sun cut in. "That's not cool!"

Jaune silently agreed with Sun, appreciating that his fellow blonde was defending his friends' dignit-

"Your putting words in his head to sway his decision!" Sun accused, putting his finger close to Neptune's face.

Scratch that, Sun was just as bad.

Sun pushed on. "Besides, Weiss is just too small."

Neptune was quick to rebuke. "But Blake's is too big. Those type of butts jiggle at just a gust of wind. It reminds me of those rubber things with thin gel inside."

"Bigger is better. I'd prefer an ass with some meat on it. It's got its own name for crying out loud! The Bellabooty is superior."

"But age will ruin it, it'll become saggy. A butt like Weiss' basically stays the same. And it shows she actually takes care of herself with a good workout."

Jaune shook his head as Sun and Neptune continued to argue. This was getting ridiculous and he didn't want any part of it. He was about to say so until...

"Gentleman." A stern voice cut in, making all three men freeze in fear. Sun and Neptune looked at Jaune, or rather behind him. Jaune himself slowly turned around and came face to face with an unamused Glynda Goodwitch.

"I understand your at an age in which your hormones can sometimes get the better of you and that you can't help but notice those of the opposite sex, so I will let you off with a warning. But should I catch you talking about your fellow students in such a degrading manner, I will not be so lenient. " She warned, her glare sending shivers down all their spines.

Professor Goodwitch then focused on Jaune. "Mr. Arc, my office." She ordered shortly.

Jaune sputtered. "Bu-but I wasn’t-!" He tried to protest.

Only to stop Immediately at the combat instructor's narrowed gaze. "That wasn't a request, Mr. Arc." She then turned and headed for her class room.

Jaune stood rooted while Sun empathetically patted his shoulder. "Tough break, pal."

"Yeah. sorry, dude." Neptune added.

Jaune gave the pair a small glare, showing the apology wasn't accepted.

"Mr. Arc! I won't be kept waiting!" Goodwitch's voice made Jaune hurriedly follow along.

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Glynda strode into her glass room and stood by her desk, her back towards Jaune, who entered after Glynda. He was quick to defend himself. "Professor, I wasn't a part of that. I was about to tell them to stop but you-."

"I'm well aware of that, Mr. Arc. I heard it all." Miss Goodwitch stated, her back still facing Jaune.

Jaune grew confused. "So why was I-."

"Simple, Jaune." Glynda said and lifted up her skirt.

Jaune's throat became instantly dry as he stared at his girlfriend's bare ass.

"I wanted to remind you that my behind is much better than Miss Schnee and Miss Belladonna's." Glynda's voice changed from stern to sultry and low.

Jaune looked at the meaty behind, mesmerised. It was like seeing the sun rise. You can see it a thousand times and never get bored of it. (And you'd dread never seeing it again.) He stepped close to Glynda as if in a hypnotic trance and unconsciously raised an open hand.

'SMACK!!!'

Glynda's eyes widened at the stinging sensation on her ass before closing her eyes and moaning in pleasure as the offending hand began to gently massage and squeeze it. She then gave a small giggle as she felt a finger slip under her panties and rub her puckered asshole, but that giggle turned into a gasp as the digit it lightly pushed against her hole, as if testing the tightness.

"Honestly, Jaune. Ever since you convinced me to try anal sex, I have a hard time deciding if I want to feel you in my pussy and filling up my womb or have you in my ass and painting my guts white." Glynda breathed over her shoulder.

"I think teaching you dirty talk is the best thing I've done." Jaune whispered into her ear, earning another shiver from Glynda. "And it doesn't really need to be said. But your ass if way better."

The pair shared one more look of love and lust before pressing their lips together.

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #glynda #jaune #not sfw #non sfw #nsft #arcwitch #rwby arcwitch #rwby arcwitch (jaune x glynda)#rwby arcwitch (jaune arc x glynda goodwitch)#sorceress knight #sorcerous knight #jaune arc x glynda goodwitch #jaune x glynda

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d1ner · 7 months

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Day One of the Diner Two Month Challenge- Chrollo Lucifer NSFW sneak peak

~Full Version on Patreon 🖤~

#hxh chrollo #chrollo lucifer #chrollo smut #chrollo hunter x hunter #chrollo brainrot #chrollo fanart #non sfw #art challenge #drawing challenge

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gilgil-machine · 1 year

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"Golden hair. Red eyes. White Skin. Slender fingers. Soft arms. What a lustful body."

#I made these awhile ago whe I was in the ✨️mood✨️😏#but I couldn't find the reason to post those so I decided to do it when I get 1k here or on Twitter #and I got both😊#so yeah thank you for sticking around even though I'm not as active as I used to #but I still love this character to bits🥰#non sfw #my edit

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endenope · 2 years

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nate talked about gamer zc with zhongli lazily fucking taru whos playing games and I wanted to doodle it too……..🤤

#own art #non sfw #zc #sketchwww

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tikoy · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Day 3

Orgasm denial

Series: FGO

Caster Gilgamesh x AFAB master

Warnings: sexual content, slight degradation

Spoilers for CasGil's valentine scene

Rating: Explicit/MA

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"Don't be a fool! I speak of quantity, not quality!" Gilgamesh said, shaking the red bag of chocolates vehemently. "This measly thing will barely last me two bites! Our feast would be over in but a moment! Were you planning to share a table with me for no more than a few minutes!?"

"If you don't want it, I'll take it," you huffed, tugging the package back from his grasp. "I'll just snack on these and just go hang out with Mash instead."

"Heh, Pitiful." A wide smirk graced his infuriatingly handsome face. Before you could react, he grabbed the red bag back. "But, I suppose this IS the best a Master of such lowly origins as yours could muster. Very well, you leave me no choice, Just this once, I will show you what a true Valentine's celebration entails."

"Follow me, Master. I will teach you about the true essence of my treasured Uruk personally."

You reclined on your lounge chair, enjoying the view on the river Euphrates. You drew the wool shawl tighter against your shoulders to keep yourself warm. The wise king had insisted that you change into traditional garments from Uruk for this demonstration, stating that it would be a great opportunity to experience their culture more. The deep blue wrap-around dress was draped around one arm and reached your ankles. The material was thick and sturdy, but you'd grown used to your mystic codes doing the bulk of the temperature control.

"That's a head shawl. It isn't supposed to be wrapped around you like that."

You turned to to look over at Gilgamesh, sprawled over his own lounge chair, cradling a wineglass. The ruby liquid sparkled in the moonlight as he swirled the glass. Even while lounging, he still oozed arrogance. He'd changed into clothes resembling a loose white tunic and pants with an ornate red cloak hanging on his shoulders. He also looked a good deal warmer than you were.

"I'm cold." you argued. "Besides, the sun isn't up anymore so there's no point in covering my head."

You heard him click his tongue. "I had told you to drink your beer slowly, did I not? Now you reap the results of your foolishness." He sat up and beckoned you over. "Come, I shall play the role of a good host and warm you up."

You hesitated for a brief moment, but still wound up walking over to him. The night air in Uruk wasn't terribly cold but you'd still rather be warm. You settled in easily between his legs and leaned against his chest. His gold jewelry felt cold against your cheek, but he gave off more than enough warmth for you to be comfortable. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him toy with your hair, running his fingers through the strands and running his nails against your scalp.

"So, where's this feast you mentioned earlier?" you asked, fiddling with his lapis lazuli pendant. "I'm getting hungry."

He chuckled. "First you complain of the cold, and now of hunger. Is my Master merely a pet I must look after? Truly my little mongrel?"

You sat up and pouted. "Well this little mongrel's gonna start biting if she doesn't get some food in her soon."

Mischief flashed in his red eyes as he leaned in closer, your noses nearly touching. "I suppose I better find something for your mouth to do so it won't bite."

You didn't know who moved first, but soon your lips met his. Your chapped lips moved against his as your hands found themselves at the back of his neck. You felt his hands drift down towards your hips. He pulled you close and made you sit on his lap. His fingers squeezed and dug into the soft flesh. You gasped. His hot tongue strode into your mouth, claiming it for his own.

You squeaked as you felt his hand travel down and squeeze your bum. The other went towards your inner thigh, tracing indiscernible patterns. Your body started to warm up. You shrugged off your shawl and loosened the draping on the dress. Suddenly, you felt cold.

"Ah," he murmured against your lips, "such a bold little mongrel."

You'd unfastened the dress too much, causing the fabric to fall away and expose your breasts. The skin pebbled in the cool night air, and under his hungry gaze. As if proving his statement true, you leaned over and shook his breasts at him, daring him to move.

He pulled you close. His mouth latched on to your breast immediately, suckling and swirling around the stiff nipple. His hand caressed the other, squeezing and stroking. A faint buzz of heat was starting to form inside you. You felt a slight dampness in your core.

He pulled away just as the heat inside you began to rise. He pressed a few kisses against your breasts and at the column of your neck, each one lighter than the last. He tugged the rest of the dress away, leaving you fully exposed. He grinned, and his gaze seemed to darken.

His hand pressed firmly against the apex of your hips. You shuddered from the contrast of his warm touch and the cold jewelry against your skin. A finger dragged against your slit. You gasped at the sensation, as well as the loud squelch. You were much, much wetter than you'd anticipated.

He gave a satisfied little hum before working a finger inside you. Your slick-coated entrance offered little resistance at first, but you could feel each little ridge of his rings as they rubbed up against your walls. Soon, a second finger followed. You fell forward and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady yourself. The two fingers spread apart and bent as they pressed and probed.

You whimpered as soon as he rubbed up against your spot. It felt as if a live wire ran down your spine. His fingers rubbed up against that rough patch. His thumb made furious little circles against your clit. You sobbed. It was too much, too fast. You bit his neck as your tried to stifle your cries. He grunted in pain, but continued his onslaught. Your body began to twitch. You bucked and jerked your hips away, but his hand on your hip held fast. He continued to work you over and over as the pleasure began to mount.

And then nothing.

He'd pulled his fingers away at the last second. Just before your orgasm hit. Your body, weak with pleasure, fell against him. You looked up at him with bleary eyes. Your mind was still too awash with pleasure to form words. You gripped at his tunic with your shaking hands. He smirked.

"Did I not tell you, Master, that I didn't want our feast to end so quickly?" he said. He brought his fingers to his face and licked at the slick. "The night is young, and I have been starved of you for far too long."

He carried your slack body over towards the curtained central platform. Inside was a large day bed with several round pillows, and a table stacked with several brightly-colored bottles. He placed you on the bed, and spread your legs wide.

He knelt down and licked at your entrance. You bucked and whimpered, wanting more of the pleasure that had been denied you. He huffed before diving in to eat you out. He nipped and sucked at your lips. The sounds you made were pure filth. You whimpered and cried out his name. Your hands grabbed hold of his hair and tugged.

His wicked tongue brushed up against your clit. You saw pure white. You shuddered and clutched at him, pressing him harder against you. You felt him laugh. His tongue started to lick faster and faster. Fingers plunged inside you and crooked. He nipped your clit. You saw stars.

And again, it disappeared. He'd pulled away yet again. You felt like sobbing. Your skin felt aflame, it felt like each brush of the sheets could easily send you tumbling towards the edge. But never enough to push you over. Frustrated, you reached down and started rubbing to get yourself off.

"Tsk"

The Wise King slapped your hand away and leveled his glare upon you. He snapped his fingers. Gold cuffs and chains appeared and bound your limbs to the bed. You lay there spread-eagled, unable to move an inch.

"Oh mongrel. You should not have done that."

For hours upon hours he tortured your body with pleasure. You intimately came to know his fingers, his tongue, his mouth. Your walls memorized the shape of his fingers, and each and every stroke they made. His mouth left marks on your inner thighs, blooming on your skin like posies. Your body felt sore, and yet you still craved more of his touch. Just one last stroke to finally get you to the edge.

"Gil. Gil. Please. Please," you rasped, your throat dry and aching.

He pulled his fingers out with an embarrassingly loud noise. The bed was soaked with your fluids. You cried out at the sudden emptiness. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you babbled at him. Your mind too tired, too strained to properly communicate.

You watched as he shrugged his tunic and his pants off. His golden jewelry remained, glinting in the dark red of the early morning light. His cock stood full mast, swollen and dripping precum. He lined up his cock with your entrance. You whimpered at the sensation, but your body automatically bucked. He licked his lips and grinned.

"Hush, now mongrel," he said. "We're nearly to the end of our feast. Stay with me until the end."

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I love Gilgamesh but holy hell I wrote too much. I really need to cut down on the preludes to the sexy times... but at the same time it also seems hotter if there's context?

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 day 3 #Caster Gilgamesh x reader #Gilgamesh x reader #fgo x reader #here I am once again stealing lines from the game #tikoy writes #non sfw

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soupluvr420 · 6 months

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kira + kira's love interest, 'mistress x'

#nsft art #nsft #bunny boy #nsft bunny #nsft ocs #nsft oc #nsft artist #trans nsft #queer nsft #non sfw #i think kira is like. specificlly made by a japanese android / cyborg company #and x is like. mostly human save for their eyes and tail / spine #also . they hatefuck a lot :) very excited to draw them lots more

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enden-k · 2 years

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Not sure if you already got these recommended but my top pics are Phantom Lines and What I put into words I offer you in gold

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34314811/chapters/85380280

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30701297

This one is short and not what you asked for but it can be a fun read when you need a distraction: Childe turns into a small chicken and attacks everything in sight while Zl tries to figure out how to get him to turn back to himself

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30100521

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i started reading the first one last night and its absolutely beautiful, im gonna binge the rest as soon as i can (on chap 3 rn) i love how its written and how zl and childe are written in it, its just this type of fic i absolutely enjoy 🥺💙 thanks everyone for all the recs!! also the chicken one sounds so funny and cute im def gonna read that as well akdbcj

#myountalk #reply #🍄anon #non sfw #bc the first one is explicit. didnt check the other one!

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aninag · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Day 4

Breathplay

Series: Bungou stray dogs

Fyodor Dostoevsky x gender neutral reader

Warnings: sexual content, swearing, slight dubcon since it's Fyodor, discussions about faith, Fyodor being his usual condescending self, Fyodor's complex rears its ugly head

Fyodor was the strangest man you'd ever had a relationship with but you hadn't expected him to bring up religion in the middle of sex.

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"What is faith for you?" Fyodor asked.

You glanced up at the sudden query. He was still deep within you, pumping away at your core. He still moved, albeit at a slower pace than before. His eyes had drifted off to a corner, unfocused, distracted. Had he been anyone else, you'd be offended. With Fyodor, you'd learned to roll with whatever he threw at you.

"Ah, mm. I guess it's about believing in something you ah- can't see?" you wheezed. "Like trusting that it's there even if you can't perceive it?"

He gave a noncommittal hum and said no more. He picked up his pace and gripped your hips. His expression however, stayed distracted. You huffed and closed your eyes, choosing instead to focus on the sensations he was giving you. As long as he made you feel good, it didn't matter if he wasn't focused. This man was not worth a hit to your self-esteem.

His length continued to rub at that sweet bundle of nerves. Slow and steady, your pleasure built up. You gasped and tightened around him. He took a shuddering breath. Ah, not fully distracted then. You grinned and bucked up against his hips. Stars swam across your vision. His tip hit just right. You clutched at the threadbare sheets, waiting for the rush to take you.

"So it isn't faith anymore if you can perceive it? If you look for signs, have you lost your faith?"

The asshole stopped fucking you! Right as you were about to come! You opened your eyes to glare at him, but he was unfazed. If anything, he seemed more amused that you dared to glare at him. You tried to move on your own, but he kept your hips locked in place. That mischievous grin of his widened, promising punishment if you struggled more.

"Well people get worried and scared," you replied. "It's paradoxical but I think people look for signs, because they have faith. If you didn't believe you'd find anything, you wouldn't look right?"

He flashed his teeth at you. His canines looked particularly sharp in the dim light. "That's ad hoc."

You rolled your eyes at him. It wasn't your fault that most of your blood was flowing away from your brain. Who expected debates while they were having sex? Frustrated, you fired the question back at him.

"Myself? Faith is something that is already a given. It is never questioned or shaken." He reached down and stroked your jaw, strangely gentle. "It is something you carry around with you without having to think of it. It just is."

You frowned. "It can't be that simple. People are complicated."

A cold finger rubbed up against your soft lips. Strange how he still stayed so cold despite everything. You nipped at it lightly and licked as he pulled it away. His eyes crinkled. Something akin to amusement filled his expression.

"On the contrary, the greatest things in this world are stunningly simple. Take breathing for an example." His hand drifted down to your throat. "Such a great act of faith for something all humans do at every moment."

"Breathing is not an act of faith. It's just something you do."

As soon as that sentence left your lips, a chill ran down your spine. His smile felt like a trap shutting shut behind you. What little warmth remained from your coupling faded away fast. Despite that however, you didn't move away. Curiosity kept you laying on your back, under the strangest man you'd ever met.

"According to the Abrahamic faiths, God gave humanity the breath of life in the Eternal Garden. From then on, they had faith that God would continue to give them that breath till the end of their days."

His hands wrapped loosely around your neck. His thumbs rested on the column of your throat. He glanced briefly into your eyes. Then, he squeezed.

"Is it not a great act of faith?" He leaned over and whispered against your lips. "What God giveth, God can easily taketh away."

You gasped involuntarily and clutched at his hands. Panic coursed through you. But there was a thrill that soon followed that kept you still. The pressure was moderate. You were still able to breathe, just barely.

"Wonderful, isn't it, little mouse? Your fragile little life depending on my mercy?"

His hips started to move, making you jolt. You hissed. His length dragged against you. It felt much more snug now as you struggled to breathe. You watched him bite his lip and groan. His eyes fluttered shut.

Then he pressed harder. You gasped and choked, but no air went in. You grasped at his hands tightly. You clawed and pulled to no avail. He pistoned his hips, fucking you into the mattress. The sound of the bed frame banging against the wall seemed so distant. All that mattered were his hands around your throat and his dick filling you up so well.

Ringing filled your ears. He opened his eyes and stared at you with pure want. His dark eyes made your skin tingle. It was as if he could see through you, saw all the flaws in the deepest darkest recesses of your soul- and still wanted you. Your lungs burned. And yet you still wanted more.

You clenched around him and drew moans from both your lips. Your vision darkened, the edges of the room fading fast. Whether it was due to the lack of oxygen or the pleasure pooling in your belly, you had no idea. You trembled around him. Your limbs flailed about.

"Do you trust me little mouse?" he grit out. "Do you trust me to give your breath of life back?"

What else could you do but nod? Nod along as tears ran down your cheeks, as you begged for air? Pleasure bubbled in your belly, threatening to burst out. The rising tide was fast approaching, and you wanted desperately to be swept away. You couldn't see anything but the fading ceiling light, and his smug face.

"Breathe."

Air flooded your lungs and you came. You came in spurts as you clenched around his length. Your vision became pure white. You felt yourself float, weightless, unbound. Searing pain anchored you as he bit your shoulder, pulling you back down to earth.

As you crashed, you felt him fill you up. Thick, warm cum stained your walls. He pulled out soon after. In a daze, you reached up and touched his face. You didn't want to feel alone, abandoned. In your fading vision, the light seemed to surround his head like a halo. He smiled. Looking every bit an angel.

"Breathe, and live."

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I debated for a while if I should write Chrollo or Fyodor for this prompt, but figured that Fyodor would fit better. He is just that arrogant to turn this into an exhibition for this god complex.

With Chrollo, I feel like he'll at least let you cum first before engaging you in debate. Maybe someday I'll write something for him involving this too.

#Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober 2022 day 4 #Fyodor Dostoevsky x reader #Fyodor x reader #BSD x reader #aninag writes #non sfw #silly reader of course he'd bring up theology while fucking #what else did you expect from him?#I love rat man

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mikazukinika · 1 year

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II. Shameless [Once]

"O YOUNG PEACOCK" TAGS & ABOUT → Summary: Zhongli confronts Tartaglia about a few interesting rumors he has heard around the Harbor. Some pretenses are finally dropped and yet new lines are drawn between them all the same. Scene Rating: M (suggestive + explicit language) Scene Length: 1.4k words, about 5 minutes NEXT → READ ON AO3 → MORE FROM THIS AUTHOR →

O Proud Peacock, gleaming in green Didn’t I tell you not to go near brides-to-be? Lips painted red, you will learn temptation is sweet

Travel is good for someone as young as Childe. Chances to stretch his legs beyond Snezhnaya - which to his mind is like a childhood backyard - came to him more often once he joined the Fatui. Never before, however, has he traveled beyond the Cryo Archon’s reach for more than a week or three - a month at most - before returning to his post. The Tsaritsa’s current machinations are so grand that it requires even him, with his young age and new position, to travel far and long. Or perhaps the other Harbingers had interfered again and pushed to send him as far away as possible.

But maybe what he means to say is that Liyue is good for him.

“It seems your popularity has increased, Childe,” Zhongli says one day over tea made from calla lilies. Freshly imported from Mondstadt for their calming effect, he had explained earlier.

Childe tilts his head at the odd observation, briefly wondering if Zhongli is testing him in implicit communication again. He explores the possibility by calmly taking a sip of his tea and asking, “Oh? Have the children at the wharf been talking about me again?”

From the small smile Zhongli gives to the glassy surface of his tea, Childe knows he was right to tread carefully - or maybe he is amused by the irony of his getting along with the local youth. “I’m afraid the rumors I have been hearing are not appropriate for children’s ears.”

This has Childe perking up in interest, but outwardly, he only raises a silent brow. Though the Northland Bank and the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor are business partners, he has made sure up until this point to keep his less-than-moral activities from impacting their relationship. It would be a shame if relations were to break down after all this time. It has nothing to do with not being able to see Zhongli as regularly as he does now if their ties were to be cut, no, not at all.

Thus, Childe forces a thin smile to his lips and hopes his tightened grip around his teacup isn’t obvious. “I’m not sure I understand, xiansheng.”

“Oh?” He thinks Zhongli’s eyes flicker with a wisp of amusement, but it happens too quickly for him to be sure. “Ms. Ying’er of the Scent of Spring spoke quite highly of you, though?”

Childe chokes, flying into a fit of coughs as he processes the man’s words. So it wasn’t my imagination! His cheeks are flaming red by the time he manages to get himself under control, and he twists his shoulders away from Zhongli to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. “Xiansheng,�� he protests quietly, painfully embarrassed, but the man has been drinking his tea calmly all the while.

“I must say that I was quite surprised. I never expected such rumors to emerge considering your reputation.”

Yes, Liyue has been good for Childe.

He had strolled into this foreign land with all the swagger of a top-notch bard, sharp as a jackknife and hungry for power. What met him instead were tedious meetings, a perpetual flow of paperwork, and the occasional retrieval of loan payment from those too weak to challenge him. And then… Zhongli. Liyue’s grandest prize if anyone were to ask Childe, but one that remains nevertheless unattainable. Frustrated by their little song and dance (i.e., Childe flirting mercilessly with a stone wall that only on rare occasions replied with thank-yous), the young soldier had no qualms seeking pleasure in others if only to confirm that he still “has it.”

Well… not quite.

The people of Liyue, after getting over their initial wariness of him, are no longer shy about their attraction to his looks, money, and power. He would not usually indulge, but the long stay in the region and the thought in the back of his mind that there isn’t a soul here to judge or punish him for any choice that he makes have changed the game - until now. Suddenly, Childe cares very much about what Zhongli thinks of him.

The gears in his mind turn before he makes a spontaneous, definitely dangerous, decision.

A thrill of anticipation dances down the young harbinger’s spine and he gives the man across from him a pretty little smile. “I’m surprised as well,” he begins casually. “To think you would be so interested in my private affairs as to confront me directly.” His voice drops to a seductive baritone. Slowly, as if tasting each word before it left his lips, “Is this an invitation, xiansheng?”

There is a moment of silence in which lust-darkened blues meet calm pools of gold. Zhongli breaks eye contact first to take yet another infuriatingly calm sip of his calla lily tea.

“Surely, it isn’t so strange for me to be concerned, as your teacher, if you are using my lessons to worm your way into the beds of Liyue’s eligible young men and women.”

“Afraid I’ll ruin them for any other lover?”

At this, Zhongli gives a short and sharp huff through his nose, brow crinkling in annoyance. The diplomat across from him has long since learned that this action is his equivalent for clicking one’s tongue.

Childe throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, a part of him exhilarated by this conversation. It is the most explicit he has been with Zhongli in all this time, and he loves the feeling. The consultant, for his part, lets his lashes flutter in surprise at the unexpected outburst before fixing the roguish redhead with a reproachful stare.

“You’ve dropped all pretenses ever since I caught you stabbing your food with your chopsticks,” he notes.

Childe shrugs, a lazy grin pulling on his lips and eyes dancing with unbridled joy. “You’ve already seen me weak,” he says, referencing his clumsy use of chopsticks as well, but he knows the underside of his words is still brushed with lust. “And I daresay we both like it better this way.”

Zhongli’s gaze snaps to Childe’s teasing expression as if he had never expected the Snezhnayan to get a read on him like this. His lazy grin has softened to that signature smile that makes his eyes glitter like noctilucous jade found unexpectedly in a glowing cavern. In other words…

“In the many months we have shared each other’s company, I have yet to understand the meaning of that smile,” Zhongli says thoughtfully.

And then Childe is freezing in place as a gloved hand gently cups his chin, tilting his jaw this way and that as the consultant examines his face as if it were an expensive, one-of-a-kind jade vase. The other hand grasps one of Childe’s wrists, keeping him still as if the man isn’t aware that it’s completely unnecessary. Childe couldn’t move if he wanted to. He doesn’t dare breathe, except to carry on the conversation lest Zhongli realizes what he is doing and stops. “What smile?”

The consultant’s eyes bore into his own and it is only then that Childe realizes just how close the man is. If his heart wasn’t already pounding away at his chest like a man trapped in a room with a starving beast, it is most certainly doing so now. He swallows thickly, eyes darting down to Zhongli’s exquisitely-shaped, oh-so-close mouth. I could kiss him, comes the delirious realization.

“The one that you give me when you’re thinking something shameless.”

A beat of silence passes as the words hang between them on a thread pulled taught. Slowly, slowly, said pretty little smile spreads over the redhead’s lips once more, like sweet jam. “So you do know what it means,” Childe breathes. He wants nothing more than to lean in and capture the man’s mouth with his own right here, right now, in front of all the people bustling around their little stone table on the outdoor terrace.

But Zhongli’s gaze remains unyielding, and all he gets in response is a short and low, “Hm.” Then the man pulls out of his personal space in one fluid movement, settling gracefully into his own seat as if nothing had ever happened.

And Childe takes that personally.

#genshin impact fic #zhongchi #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin impact fanfic #nika snippets #o young peacock #oyp #non sfw

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dragonotaku-justineverything · 4 months

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Can we get some NSFW Headcanon between Jaune and Harriet?

Energizer Headcanons

Harriet is definitely the more experienced one in the relationship when it comes to sex, and she usually tops Jaune eight times out of ten. She is used to taking charge and feels like she should show Jaune the ropes

To avoid possible pregnancies she might not be ready for, Harriet got an IUD years ago before she even met Jaune, but she still perfers that Jaune wears a condom... for extra safety... (she likes to empty them in her mouth after their full sometimes, usually to tease Jaune, but also because she learned that she loves the taste)

Buuuuuut, if they were to ever run out of condoms during their hour(s) long fuck sessions, she'll let Jaune fuck her raw, almost like a reward for him lasting so long and keeping up with her. She also sometimes just likes feeling him pump his load into her to finish the night off

Harriet is the hornier one out of the two of them. She's the one that is usually more expected to initiate sexy times and lead/pull Jaune into the bedroom... or onto the couch... or bent over the counter of their apartment... or in the barrack's showers that one (three) time

Harriet is also super needy during sex, but will NEVER admit it to aaaaanyone. She'll be quickly riding Jaune for a few minutes, but then she'll suddenly slow down and start taking her time, letting them both feel things more and enjoy the sensations more or suddenly grab Jaune's hand or make him hold her. She does stuff like this because she just wanted to be gentler and make the sex more affectionate, but is too embarrassed to ask. When Jaune finds out this is while later, it's game over for Harriet

A small/funny event that I fully headcanon happened in this ship:

Jaune once used the whole "big talk coming from someone at dick sucking height" petty comeback during a disagreement a few months into their relationship... Harriet proceeded to immediately show him that even though she's much taller than that, she can still indeed suck his dick. Both with ease and practiced skill. And also made him apologize before she let him cum

#rwby #jaune arc #harriet bree #jaune x harriet #energizer #ship headcanons #ask #non sfw #anonymous

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madman479r · 7 months

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It was a bright and sunny day at Beacon Academy, today all the students had the day off. A time for the students to relax and recuperate from gruelling lessons of Beacon.

A day Ruby fully intended to take advantage of.

She stood atop a chair as she looked down at the small gathering within team RWBY’s dorm.

"Alright, everyone! Today we are free from boring classes and can do whatever we want..." Ruby began her speech.

"Within the law, of course." Weiss interject.

"Right, right. Do whatever we want within the law and I have the whole day planned for us all!" Ruby shouted out near the end with a fist raised into the air.

Pyrrha smiled. "Thank you for also inviting us, Ruby."

"Of course! Team RWBY and JNPR are practically one big team!" Ruby beamed back.

"So, sis. What's the plan for today?" Yang asked with a hand on her hip.

"I'm glad you asked." Ruby opened up her binder, her own one. Weiss had gotten annoyed with Ruby constantly stealing borrowing hers and bought one for the scythe wielder. "I was thinking we head down town and see what it has to offer. I was gonna head the weapons store first for some ammo and see if they have anything I can use to upgrade crescent rose. Next I figured we could..."

As Ruby continued to give out her plan, Jaune felt his scroll buzz and casually opened the device to see he had a new message. He didn't read the name of the sender before he opened said message but once he saw if, he had a good idea who it was and a large blush on his face.

Jaune quickly hid the scroll to his chest and looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed. Thankfully everyone was focused on Ruby so nobody saw him.

Jaune took another peak at his scroll and bit his lip, feeling his blood rush to the surface of his face and to his lower regions.

"... So? We all in agreement?" Ruby's voice broke Jaune from his trance.

"Yeah, sounds fun." Yang said.

"You had me at bookstore." Blake gave a rare smile with Ren humming in agreement.

"You had ME at arcade!" Nora said energetically.

"I do need to resupply my dust." Weiss nodded.

"It sounds grand." Pyrrha beamed.

Jaune hissed in dismay, which made all eyes turn to him. "Oh, uh... sorry, Rubes, but I can't come with." Jaune smiled apologetically.

Ruby and Pyrrha looked saddened by this. "Awwww! What?! Why?!" She exclaimed.

Pyrrha frowned. "I was looking forward to going to the comic store with you." She had never read comics before she met Jaune and found herself liking them. She especially liked reading them with Jaune.

Jaune winced, feeling incrediblely guilty. "Uh... You see... somethings come up, all of a sudden. And I'm needed." Jaune tried to explain as he got up from his chair and started for the door.

"But, Jaune." Ruby whined.

Jaune was halfway out the door as he addressed his fellow leader. "I'm sorry but I can't ignore it. Look, next week I promise I'll do whatever you want." He smiled.

Ruby slumped with a kicked puppy expression. "...Promise?" She meekly asked.

The sight was like a sword to Jaune’s heart. "An Arc never goes back on their word." He reminded her.

Ruby sighed but conceded. "Okay."

Jaune gave another apologetic smiled before he exited the room.

Jaune hurried down the halls of Beacon as he made his way to his destination.

His destination? Miss Goodwitch's office.

As he sped walked towards his professor's office, Jaune couldn't help but take a peak at the message he received, which only fuelled the fire within his belly.

Jaune bit his lip again, subconsciously imagining his own lip to be Glynda's perky nipple and gulped down a growl of want. He never imagined the strict combat teacher/head mistress would have this side to her, much less be the one to see and experience it.

But he wasn't complaining.

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #jaune x glynda #jaune arc x glynda goodwitch #arcwitch #rwby arcwitch #rwby arcwitch (jaune x Glynda)#rwby arcwitch (jaune arc x Glynda Goodwitch)#sorcerous-knight #sorcerous knight #not sfw #non sfw #nsft

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d1ner · 7 months

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Roy Mustang tying up his wounds- battle marks? Or different kinda of marks?

Day two of my Two Month challenge- NSFW vers is on Patreon in my bio 🖤

#drawing challenge #art challenge #anime #fanart #non sfw #roy mustang #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang fanart

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gilgil-machine · 8 months

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i MUST have insane gay sex with Gil NOW!!!!

Honestly... Same...

#I wanna ride this boy so hard till he'll beg me to stop...#like no joke😆😅#also I've been reading some very delicious Gil fanfics lately and hoo boy THAT SHIT IS HOT #some people really know how to write him #and some time ago I've been mostly bottom Gil kinda person #but after reading some really good top Gil fanfics I was like 'that guy can top me all day everyday'#but still bottom Gil has special place in my heart😄#answers #anon #non sfw

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endenope · 2 years

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day 7: size difference/kink (zc 🔶💧)

uncensored doodle on my twitter

#non sfw #own art #zc

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tikoy · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Day 1

Knifeplay

Series: FGO

Henry Jekyll and Mr. Hyde x unnamed gender neutral master

Warnings: Knifeplay, blood, marking, sexual content

Rating: Explicit/MA

The blade pressed against your warm flesh, its touch feather-light as it traced its way to your collarbones. When it stopped, you looked up at his face. A shadow had fallen over his face, you couldn’t see the color of his eyes. He’d been gentle with the knife and hadn’t drawn any blood, yet his grip on your hip was a touch too tight. He smiled and leaned in close to your ear

“Scared yet?”

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“Master,” Jekyll whined, “this is a really bad idea.”

You hummed and held fast to his hands as he tried to pull away. A familiar furrow appeared between his brows and the corners of his mouth dipped low. He glanced off to the side, eyeing the door.

“Well I think this is a great idea,” you countered. “You need a mana transfer, and this gives us the excuse to be more physically affectionate.”

He flushed. His worried green eyes met yours again. He looked pale and terribly in need of more mana but he stood firm.

“I- He- I- We might hurt you.” His grip tightened as he sighed. “And that is the last thing I want. I’d rather lose my spirit origin than-”

“Shh. Shh. None of that,” you interrupted. “If you worry about me, I’m allowed to worry about you too. Both of you.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his furrowed brow until it relaxed. His eyes fluttered shut, seemingly savoring your touch. You planted a few more kisses on his temple before settling back down. He pulled your hands to his lips.

"Know that I love you. That I adore you," he said as he kissed the backs of your hands. "Let me keep you safe by staying away from you."

Your hurt must have flashed across your face for he fervently pressed more kisses on your hands. You swore you felt a hint of teeth and tongue in between. His hot breath tickled. You knew that he wanted this too. He just needed a little push. Or two.

"Don’t you want me, Jekyll?” you pouted.

You stepped closer till you felt his warm breath against your face. He looked at you warily. You grinned and pressed a few kisses against his jaw. You heard a sharp inhale, but felt him press back.

“Because I really want you, Jekyll. I want you bad.”

He whined, a high keening noise that sent shivers down your back. You heard him swallow and take several shaky breaths. You shushed him and kissed him more, deliberately teasing at the edges of his lips.

“Master,” he gasped, “every time you touch me, the restraints I have inside of me crumble.”

He grabbed hold of your face and smashed your lips together. His lips moved fervently against yours. He nipped at your bottom lip till it stung. You groaned and bit him back.

Abruptly, he pulled back. He leaned his forehead against yours, his skin fevered. His eyes were closed. He panted as if he’d been running for miles. Your own lips tingled and throbbed.

“I want you so badly that it hurts. I want you so badly that it feels like I’m being burned alive.” His eyes blinked open, his pupils blown so wide with want that you could hardly tell if they were green or red. “Your touch burns too... but it burns me so good.”

You licked at your sore lips. His dark eyes followed the movement. He bit at his own lips. His hand drifted down and pressed at the column of your throat.

“You win, Master.”

He pulled you plush against him. His tongue plunged into your mouth and devoured you like a man starved. Your teeth clacked against his as he moved, but he seemed to pay it no mind. His hand on your throat kept you steady as his other slipped down and traced down your body. He tugged at your clothes, impatiently opening the buckles to reveal the flesh underneath.

Your own hands tangled themselves in his hair. You ran your nails against his scalp, making him groan against you. You hummed happily against him, happy to let him dictate the pace.

RIP

You pushed him off. The front of your mystic code had been sliced open, exposing your white undershirt. The man in front of you brandished his trusty dagger, not an ounce of remorse to be found in his expression. His mouth was pressed into a frown, but his dark red eyes seemed to drink in the newly revealed flesh.

“HYDE!” you said. “How are we going to explain this to Da Vinci? This was brand new!”

He shrugged. “Well it’ ain’t no good if that’s all it took to fall apart. I- I’m so sorry Master! But it does seem flimsier than- Now let’s get you out of those clothes!”

“Wait!” You stepped away from him as he approached you with the knife. “Wait I’ll take them off! You don’t need to cut!”

He scoffed at your suggestion. “You’ve gotta realize I’ve got kinkier tastes than that! Right Jekyll? I- uh. Now mosey on over here and let me free you from those rags.”

You rolled your eyes at him but walked on closer anyway. You closed your eyes and waited for him to start cutting.

And waited.

You cracked an eye open and saw kind green eyes gazing down at you. You relaxed. He still had the dagger out, but his expression was gentler, more patient than earlier. He held the dagger to you, motioning for you to take it. Confused, you took it from his grasp, cradling the blade in your trembling hands. it was heavier than you expected.

“Is this something you want too, Jekyll?”

“Yes,” he bit out. “I-if you’re not up for this, we can always stop. We can just stick to kissing.”

“No. I mean, I’m okay with this. I think.” You bit at your lip. “Just... just take it slow okay?”

It was really unfair when he smiled like that. It made you feel like you could offer everything you had to him with no complaints. It made you feel weak in your knees. You handed him the knife back.

“Scared yet?”

“N-no. Keep going.”

Was this Jekyll or was it Hyde? A quiet voice in the back of your head asked, did it really matter? You trusted them both with your life. You felt the blade nick lightly at your skin but no blood spilled. Only pinpricks of pain appeared. It traced down and slowly sliced at your shirt. It was sharp, sharp sharp. He barely applied any pressure but the cloth easily came apart.

He kept going until your chest was exposed. He drew circles around your nipples. The contrast between the feather-light touch and the razor sharp blade circling around such as sensitive part of your body was exquisite. He pressed slightly harder against the skin, bringing about the slightest hint of pain. It made you gasp as you struggled to stay still.

“This is probably where your heart is,” you heard him murmur. “Just look at how fast it’s thrumming. Are you sure you’re not scared yet, Master? Your heart’s beating awful fast.”

“I can still take it.”

You heard him laugh before your back hit the bed. He pinned your arms down with his free hand while the other used the knife to cut your shirt away completely. He rutted his lower half against you, letting you feel his hardness. You felt your core clench and weep. You squirmed, willing him to get your clothes off faster.

“Hyde,” you whined. “Please.”

“What’s this? What’s this? You’re actually begging for me?” He laughed and placed the bladepoint to where your underwear peeked out of your pants. “You should know better than that, Master!” He leaned in close. “Beg properly.”

“Please, take my clothes off and fuck me, Jekyll,” you whined.

“Oh dear. I’m being rather mean however. Are you sure I’m really Jekyll?” he crooned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I could just be Hyde, pretending to be gentle.”

“‘s true. Or I could just be big old proper Dr. Jekyll, trying his best to be mean.” He pressed the butt of the dagger against your opening. You hissed and glared at him, but he merely stuck out his tongue.

“’course both of us do want to get into this moist little hole of yours, so whoever you call out, you’re not gonna be wrong!”

You groaned and squirmed. The handle provided enough pressure to turn you on, but Hyde was stubbornly keeping it still. He still kept your arms in place so all you could do was wriggle in frustration.

He clicked his tongue in frustration before pulling the handle away. He pressed the blade firmly against your left pant leg, slicing it open and nicking the flesh underneath. You whimpered as the faint scent of copper rose.

“Careful there, Master. Not that good at being gentle. Who knows what else I might cut if you keep moving,” he taunted.

You hesitantly kept still as he cut away the right pant leg, taking care to not cut the flesh this time. Every time he pressed just a tiny bit harder, shivers ran down your spine. Each time you thought he’d actually cut you again, he’d pull away and trace light patterns somewhere else, leaving just that hint of pain behind. It was terrifying. It was thrilling.

Finally, he drew his blade against the seam of your pants. cutting away the thick fabric and leaving only your sodden underwear behind. He barked out a laugh and pressed firmly against your opening.

“Look how absolutely drenched you are! Did you just cum? Did you cum from me slicing you up?”

You frowned at him. “Unfortunately, no. Not yet.”

“Hmm. How very mean of Hyde,” he crooned, as he swept your underwear aside. “Not letting our adorable little Master cum.”

He gathered your slick and slowly, painstakingly slipped a finger into your opening. He did it gently and carefully, making your agony worse. He pressed against your walls firmly before slowly pulling out.

You gave a low whine as he pulled out, only to be gently shushed. Two fingers slowly entered you, spreading you out. His fingers rubbed insistently at your walls, as if searching for something. Suddenly, you saw sparks.

“Ah. Feeling good Master?”

He continued to rub at that spongy, rough mass. You gasped and writhed. Pleasure flooded your veins, making you dazed. You struggled against his hold, but he only smiled at you sweetly. He continued to smile at you as he worked you up with his fingers.

Suddenly the pressure on your arms loosened and disappeared. You watched as he transferred the dagger to the hand that wasn’t knuckle-deep inside you. Carefully, slowly, gently, he brought the knife above your sternum. Even through the haze of your pleasure, you felt worry well up inside you.

“Jekyll?”

“Hmm? Oh, don’t worry too much about this Master,” he said. He pressed the blade point slightly against your skin, bringing the slightest edge of pain. “Just focus on cumming.”

“Wh-”

He started pumping his fingers in faster and faster. The base of your spine began to grow white-hot as pleasure started to pool in your belly. Tears trailed from your eyes as the pleasure crested. You gripped your sheets, trying not to writhe as you felt yourself come apart. You burned from the delicious friction.

As your pleasure peaked, white-hot pain burned in your chest. He was digging the blade against your skin. You shrieked, both from the pleasure and the pain, helpless in the wake of both. In your dazed state you could hardly tell if it was Jekyll or Hyde. Whoever it was, the last thing you saw was his wide grin before everything faded to black.

“One day, I’ll teach you to embrace both pain and pleasure.”

When you next opened your eyes, all that was left was a dull sting on your chest and an ache in your lower back. You’d been settled on pillows, and there was a gauze bandage on your chest. By your bedside, Jekyll (or Hyde?) had fallen asleep. As you stirred, he awoke and immediately started to fuss over you.

“I am deeply sorry for pushing you too far, Master. How are you feeling? Do your wounds still hurt? Are you feeling light-headed?”

“I’m fine” you croaked, your throat still much too raspy and dry. “How are you? Did you get enough mana?”

For a brief moment, his eyes flickered to red and he smirked. The next moment, a worried expression took over and he handed you a mug from the bedside table. You took the mug and drank the lukewarm tea.

He took your free hand and pressed a lingering kiss on your pulse. Dark green eyes met yours, still burning with want.

“Oh yes. I got plenty of mana, my dear.” He pressed another kiss on your palm. “I hope you let me indulge some more in the near future.”

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Hi. I’m back?

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 day 1 #henry jekyll x reader #hyde x reader #fgo x reader #fate grand order x reader #tikoy writes #yes I remade this post since I forgot about community labels being a thing now #anyway yes hi I am back and hornii #hopefully I don't burn out this time around #non sfw

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