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lovehotelreservation · 10 months

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Throw Your Weight Around And Behind Me - Let's Rip It All to Confetti

Summary: With lands as grand and vast as Valisthea's, it was understandable to feel alone.

Yet as long as the presence of that man was close by, you would never have to bear the burden of loneliness.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: R

Pairing: F!Reader/Joshua

[Previous Piece - Cidolfus]

ur honor i'm in amore with the anti-carrot ikemen 🧎‍♀️

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You were in love with a deceptive man.

Of course, while he would never lie to you out of cruel malice, Joshua always knew how to take you by surprise.

A strong heart that bore so much fiery passion was encased within a body of porcelain.

Beautiful yet so delicate.

His inherited resilience was boundless, up until his persistently accursed fatigue had him rendered to the floor, his breath lost, his body strained.

As always, you were ever by his side, potions and salves at the ready to soothe his ache and comfort his pain all while you cradled him close to your chest, your voice a mix of loving concern and exasperated desperation while you urged for him to step away from further exertion in favor of the resting comfort of a bed.

The world needed to be saved, yes–but the world meant nothing to you if he was not there to witness the hard fought salvation.

And of course, he was grateful to receive your attention, yet you knew all too well what your constant fussing and worrying cultivated in his heart.

I am not a boy.

He was used to this all of his life, denied freedom to roam around with his brother during his youth because of his frail stature–which in turn only drew an even stricter monitoring from that wretched mother of his.

Now, for him, having well matured into adulthood, it was your continued fretting that drew him to action.

He was at his most weakened state before he found himself drawn into your arms, but it was by the sensation of your embrace that granted him the strength to break free.

Only so he could be the one to take you into his arms.

For as much as you worried about him, all he desired was to calm your storm in your heart with the warmth of his love.

At once, you were helping him to bed, your voice in a sigh over him pushing himself needlessly once again, his arm slung around your shoulder, your hand guiding him by the waist.

In minutes, that fragile grip snapped with a surge of power, your wrist suddenly finding itself seized before you were the one to first take the bed while Joshua claimed his place above you, strawberry blonde locks shadowing over his eyes, glimpses of darkened sapphire beneath that conveyed one message in particular.

I am a man.

He was never rough with you–never! He was raised to be a gentleman and he would never handle you with brutality.

But he was thorough.

His lips smothering yours with yearning hunger, his tongue eager to plunge into your mouth, all while he teasingly hummed over who was the more delicate one as his fingers journeyed down to between your thighs.

From once needing all the support you could provide so he could sit up to keeping you anchored down to the bed by the relentless rhythm of his hips barreling down onto yours, all while his lips marked his presence on your neck–a declaration of the role he gladly served in your life.

For while Joshua’s delicate stature may be deceptive to the strength he possessed, his love for you was anything but.

#joshua rosfield x reader #Final Fantasy XVI #final fantasy xvi spoilers #ffxvi spoilers #ff16 spoilers #final fantasy 16 spoilers #reader insert #Throw Your Weight Around And Behind Me #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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Fridays were a blessing for single dad Toji, especially those fridays when his kids were staying over with a friend for the long weekend. That meant when you, his endearing neighbor that stopped by from time to time decided to come by yet again only to realize the kids weren't there, he decided to put your visit to good use, especially now that he has some alone time with you night after night of this long weekend. (Creampie, Bondage, and Breeding (optional))

Sorry forgot the time for Toji XD Let's go with 12am

"Isn't it a nice friendly formality for neighbors to trade?"

It was as he spoke that Toji dragged a thick calloused finger along where red rope was tense and snug along your skin.

You were a sight to behold.

A gorgeous composition of your body and red rope right on his bed. Your wrists tied behind your back, your chest made to look much more appetizingly prominent, your legs spread wide apart with your thighs and calves bound together, your core glistening wet with your juices and his seed.

He saw beauty just as much as he saw an opportunity to better his living conditions. Your house had a backyard after all.

His big hands cradled your hips as he presumed with sheathing the thick and heavy girth of his cock back inside your core, the welcoming tightness of your center beckoning his primal instincts to unload his seed inside of you over and over.

Toji's tongue swiped over his smirking lips before he went on to do the same with yours, swallowing your moans as he kissed you.

Savoring the sensation of you writhing beneath his broad and chiseled physique, he continued on with his train of thought as he casually proposed,

"Become my cum dump and I'll be the stay at home dad of your dreams. Fair trade, yeah? Megumi could use another playmate ♡"

#toji x reader #toji fushigro x reader #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jjk reader insert #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #7 Days We Freak #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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You feel like you've been out of shape lately, unable to keep up with Vash when things turned sour. Vash being the sweet and mindful plant he is decided on creating a new training regimen for the both of you (Full nelson, marathon sex).

"I know we've been at this for a while, but you're doing so great!!! We'll be on equal level in no time!!! I promise you!!! We can treat ourselves to all the donuts after this!!!"

Easier for Vash to say.

After all, he wasn't the one to have remained suspended up off of the ground, legs and arms immobilized by solid muscle and sturdy metal, and drooling core stuffed and fed with thick cock and sticky cum for what felt like hours at this point.

But it wasn't as if you were complaining.

To have Vash holding you so tight and secure like this, his hands clasped behind your head and his arms hooked underneath your thighs, your back pressed against this scarred chiseled chest, all while his lips offered you encouragement to your ear and kisses to your neck--it was nothing short of bliss.

Though what was undoubtedly certain was that he was going to have to carry you over to the donut shop after this.

#vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun stampede reader insert #reader insert #Jackoff All Trades #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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Thighs of Heaven - Warm Welcome

Summary: You left without a word all those years ago, and yet here you were, hoping you would be taken back.

Needless to say, they would take you over and over.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Abbacchio/Buccellati/Giorno/F!Reader/Mista/Fugo/Narancia

Hello 🙇‍♀️

It's been a while and I hope you've been well 🫂

I took a walk down memory lane and this piece came forth as a result 🙏

Thank you so much for the love and support you've shown this collection all these years 🥹💖

As always, I hope you enjoy 🤲💞

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How long has it been since you were last in this building?

Out in the countryside not too far from Naples, there was a villa–a restored structure maintained across the decades since it was first constructed during an era long past. At first glance, there wasn’t anything that made the building too uncommon from other houses and properties within the area. Though, what did help the villa stand out was the humble field of tomatoes and grapes that was located towards the back of the house–an inheritance from the previous owner, a beloved local producer of pasta sauces and artisan wines.

There was a time when you saw this building as home, as sanctuary.

At once, you were all smiles and mirth as you stepped forward within the villa’s halls, surrounded by the six men who you swore to remain loyal to until your last breath.

Now, you were sullen and silent while you were led forward alone, save for the man who walked by your side, one arm curled behind your waist while long and calloused fingers were clasped around your wrist.

It wasn’t even a brutishly painful grip either.

If you tried with all your might, you could break away and take off running.

But you already knew you wouldn’t make it far. The moment you were escorted through the front door just a moment ago was you stepping right back into your cage.

After all, there was simply no way that Buccellati would ever let you leave this house again.

And the same could certainly be said for the others as well.

As the two of you passed along the current chaotic mix of decor between priceless paintings that were carefully set upon the wall and holiday decorations that were most definitely strung up by clumsy and bickering hands, you knew it wouldn’t be much longer until you would be reuniting with your former famiglia.

By the sounds of holiday music and the familiar lively and raucous back and forths coming from the living room, you took in a deep breath as you were guided inside.

“Oi, oi where’d you disappear off to, Buccellati–?!”

As quick as his head snapped to face the living room entryway, Narancia went from grinning jovially with a mouthful of panettone to his jaw and his cake piece dropping in absolute shock.

Similarly, a glass of scotch shattered and spilled onto the marble floor below, Abbacchio just barely catching himself from allowing the rest of his bottle pouring needlessly in waste as he stared at you with widened eyes.

At a loss for words, Fugo could only stumble his way over to the speaker system to shut off Narancia’s holiday music playlist, needing and demanding immediate silence as he took in the current situation.

Once being reclined in pure and utter relaxation on a sofa chair, Mista jolted up onto his feet the moment he caught sight of your face, taking a step forward before freezing in place, unsure of how to react.

You lowered your head, casting your gaze to the floor.

With everyone dressed in their loungewear at that too, witnessing their reactions and the abrupt shift in atmosphere only deepened a sense of shame within you, a guilt for intruding a place you didn’t belong to anymore.

All eyes were on you.

Except for the man who currently had his back towards you as he gazed out the grand arched window that looked out towards the tomato and grape fields, long and golden blonde locks tied into a loose braid, his house robe regal and rich. Just seeing his silhouette and the way he stood alone, he looked and carried himself more and more to be the Don that Passione so desperately needed.

He did not look back, even as he heard yours and Buccellati’s footsteps move closer to the center of the room.

“While you all were marveling at your presents, I found our former comrade wandering around the outskirts of the villa,” Buccellati remarked as his gaze met each of his companions, never once loosening his grip on you.

Typically, a remark like this would’ve drawn the ire of an easily stoked Narancia, but no one dared or could bring themselves to speak.

Silence hung heavily in the air, save for the crackling flames of the roaring fireplace, each second spent with nary a word from any of the men furthering the tension that was wracking through your body.

Up until one voice and one word caught hold of your attention.

“Amore.”

By instinct, you lifted your head, even as your chest tightened while your heart fluttered.

It had been years since you heard his voice call out to you with that affectionate term, but despite how conflicted and tense you felt to stand in this very room, you finally found it within yourself to speak at last.

“Yes, Giorno?”

And then, at last, the man by the window turned around to face you fully. While you were relieved to see that there was no look of anger or disgust on his features, you could not fully be at ease as he proceeded to make his way over to where you stood.

“No other gift can compare to what I–to what we see before us at this very moment,” he began, his turquoise eyes boring right into yours while he gestured towards you with his hands.

It was only when he was mere inches apart from you that Buccellati finally relinquished his hold on your waist and wrist.

You dared to not even shrink away, however. This was a test, after all–a test on your motives for daring to show your face after what happened between you and the six all those years ago.

Your physical freedom was short-lived however, as you soon found your face being cupped by Giorno’s soft warm hands. Similar to Buccellati, while he cradled you gently, he imposed an aura that you knew would be inescapable should you even think to flee.

“The day you left Passione, left us…,” he continued, the thoughtful look on his features dropping to one of morose as he dredged forth those memories. “...not even mercy from God could salve the heartbreak we all felt.”

He proceeded to look around the room, making eye contact with the others like Buccellati did as he sighed, “I don’t think any of us truly recovered from your departure.”

“Hmph even as you tried to poison us all in one go,” was Abbacchio’s grumble, his arms folded across his chest while his eyes narrowed towards your direction.

Were it not for Giorno’s hands, you would have lowered your head in shame.

With another member breaking the silence–Abbacchio at that too–Narancia felt more confident in speaking up, even as his voice shook ever so at this chance to finally speak to you directly again. “Doing that even knowing you were up against us–you must have loved your famiglia, huh?”

“A famiglia that turned its back on you and had since fought within itself until its recent collapse.”

Your hands swiftly curled into fists at Buccellati’s words, a painful storm of memories rushing through your mind, from having allies that you were willing to double-cross the country’s most feared famiglia for only to be cruelly cast aside after failing to get rid of Passione’s highest ranking members to watching your former home succumb to a fiery storm of betrayal and vengeance.

By the gasp of everyone aside from Giorno, it seemed as though only he and Buccellati were aware of this transpiring–it was always those two who had their ear to the ground on these sorts of things.

“When I received the report, I knew it was only a matter of time until our paths crossed again, tesoro, whether we went hunting for you, or well…this,” Buccellati elaborated, his composed tone implying that perhaps him finding you was less on coincidence and more on expectation.

He knew you too well. They all did.

“And so the stray comes crawling back.” Harsh as his words may have been, the way that Abbacchio continued to look at you was stained more with heartbreak than hatred.

Mista immediately jumped in to speak. “But it’s not like we’re any angels here either, as you know damn well, right bella?” A grin formed on his lips as soon as you faced him, having longed to take in your beauty again after so long.

“It would be hypocritical for us to say otherwise.” Your heart ached hearing the quivered breath of Fugo. While you witnessed firsthand his renewed loyalty to Passione, you knew how much that his initial departure from the group was like that of a shameful scar from his perspective.

“Yeah! Yeah! Exactly! We’re not the church but we’ll forgive you over and over!” Narancia cried out, a plea for you to look at him as well. Once your eyes met his–now lining with tears–he begged, “Just don’t leave us again!!!”

It was at this very moment that you felt Giorno’s thumbs run over your cheeks in a delicate caress, prompting your attention to return towards him once again.

“Just looking at you, I know exactly why you are here, amore. Tell us, would you yourself prefer to demonstrate your renewed loyalty on your own–”

One hand relinquished its hold on your cheek to instead cup your chin, gripping it firmly as his turquoise irises–now darkened–stared right into yours. His tone low, he murmured,

“--or would you rather that we reform you as we see fit?”

You gulped, your chest tight but the pit of your belly warm. Your answer was simple but one that was difficult to voice out. However, as you found yourself once again at the center of attention and desire for these six men, you declared,

“...Both.”

The mood in the room shifted once again.

“You always were such a greedy one,” was the last chuckle that Giorno let out before he proceeded to smother his lips onto yours.

The others needed no further prompt to leap right onto you.

A tempest of lips and hands descended upon you, making quick work of your clothes and reclaiming your body for their possession by bites and nips to your skin.

Just before, you stood before them all to plead your request to be accepted by them once more. Now, you were knelt in the center of all of them in fealty, offering your apologies with parted lips and stroking fingers. No matter which hand was guiding your head or tugging at your hair, you kept your mouth open wide to gratefully take in their cocks, pre-cum being smeared against your cheeks while your palm weighed and massaged their balls.

When you first sought to complete your mission to eliminate the six as assigned to you by your previous famiglia, you prepared yourself to do whatever it took to get in their good graces, even if it meant going to bed with whoever.

But with the pleasure and the love demonstrated to you over and over across the time spent with them all, you could still feel their phantom touch throughout the years that followed after your betrayal.

Now you were grateful to be together with the six once again. With you right in the center of them all, you had finally returned to your proper place, regardless of whichever position they had you take.

“Shit, how’d you get even tighter since we last saw you, bella? Guess we’ll have to work on loosening you up more, yeah?” While Mista’s tone was light, you knew this was nothing short of a promise while he was kneeling before you, squeezing your thighs while his cock hammered into your core at a tremendous pace.

“I hope you haven’t been fucking other men while you were away! Because we’ll definitely find them and teach a lesson on respecting other people’s belongings!” Narancia huffed as he continued to straddle your chest, his hands gripping your breasts while he slid his dick right in-between them.

Having situated himself by your head, Fugo had a handful of your hair while you had a mouthful of his balls. While he eagerly looked forward to coating your face with his cum, he hissed out, “For now, you must be punished.”

Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. The three who would do whatever it took to bring a smile to your face, whether it was gifting you anything you desired or eliminating any fool who dared to look at you wrong.

By contrast, however–

“Are we too forgiving or too foolish?”

His hands cradling your hips–his grip much tighter compared to when he was escorting you inside–Buccellati posed his question out loud with an amused timber while he remained beneath your body, having you bounce up and down the long length of his cock.

“It’s both.”

Snarling lowly, Abbacchio continued on with making a mess of your shoulder blades with messy kisses, a streak of black lipstick along your skin all while he plunged his dick deep into your ass.

“I guess it’s what happens when you’re so helplessly in love,” Buccellati chuckled while he gazed at you adoringly, his heart full from this blessed chance to see you gorgeously writhe in pleasure once again.

As you remained on your hands and knees, you kept your eyes looking up towards the looming figure who stood before you, the same one whose cock was currently stuffed right into your mouth.

Admiring the look of debauched obedience on your face in contrast to the affectionate expression on his features, Giorno stroked your hair fondly while he glided the full length of his cock in and out your mouth.

His other hand returned to your face, by which he was fond of the feeling and sight of his tip pushing against your cheek from within.

Sighing out with bliss, he mused, “We’ll take you over and over, we’ll take you back over and over.”

Marveling at your current disarray–your cheeks stained, your eyes yearning, your submissive form–he continued, “Because you could run to any place in the world but we’ll be there to bring you back to where you belong by any means necessary, amore.”

Buccellati, Abbacchio, Giorno. The three who would tear the world apart for you, whether at your wish or if doing so would bring you back.

And as all three soon released inside of you, it did not take much longer for you to be passed onto the next man. Regardless of who it was, you were happy to offer your lips for kisses, the space between your legs for nestling, and your heart for affection.

It had been far too long since you were last in this house, and all six would make sure to make up for all the time lost.

After all, they would never let you leave them ever again.

#buccellati x reader #bucciarati x reader #narancia x reader #abbacchio x reader #fugo x reader #mista x reader #giorno x reader #jjba x reader #jjba reader insert #reader insert #Thighs of Heaven #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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Hunting for Sport

Summary: He was seen as The Outlaw to many. But to you--especially after what you’ve done to him--he was your hunter.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Clive

i was up until 4 am yesterday to finish ff16 🚬🚬

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There was a bounty on your head.

A piece of parchment with your face illustrated across, a hefty lump sum of gil stamped right beneath.

Who could resist trying their luck for such a splendid prize?

But being wanted so much was why you were currently meandering through the bustling streets of Kanver. Grand boulevards lined with shops and stalls offering the finest wares and goods in all of Valisthea, enticing big crowds to peruse–which, in turn, allowed for you to blend in easily without being noticed, especially with the hood of your cloak drawn over your head.

Even in the case of drawing suspicion amidst the hubbub, a quick turn into a nearby alleyway or striking up conversation with an earnest merchant was enough to shake off any attention.

Of course, there was one point to be made: Why go through such lengths when you could seek comfort in the shadows?

And the answer to such a question was simple.

It was as you were approaching a busy intersection at the heart of one of Kanver’s beloved marketplaces when a shadow loomed above you from behind, a soft yet gruff “Pardon me” uttered before you felt someone shift beside you to move on ahead.

The calm expression on your features broke into mischievous glee as you immediately took a few steps back.

That towering herculean physique, clothes, cape and armor of fine crimson and sturdy obsidian, the fine brisk hairs of a beard along his chiseled jaw that barely masked the strikingly distinct scar on his cheek, a grand and gorgeous sword sheathed on the scabbard that hung on his back, and–most captivatingly of all–those darling deep blue eyes that stared out ahead, narrowed ever so slightly in focus.

The Outlaw.

By his infamous renown, he was the only man you would ever entertain the thought of being apprehended by.

You readied to disappear back into the crowds.

That would have to wait for another day, another city, however.

But as you stepped back once more, it was right when you turned that you realized that those captivating blue eyes were no longer facing forward.

They were facing directly to your direction, straight right into your eyes.

His gaze thinned and his eyebrows furrowed as he shifted into a far more hawkish stance while his mouth uttered one word.

A word that made your eyes glitter with thrill and your lips curl into a wide grin.

Your name.

Your instincts roared at you to flee and so you did.

The hunt was on.

Kanver’s streets were to be the playing grounds while The Outlaw was to be your predator.

And as appealing as it sounded with how utterly handsome he was, you were in no mood to be easy prey.

Prior to this encounter, you had your means of discretely slipping back into the shadows. Yet for every moment you heard the heavy thuds of his armored boots a bit too close for your liking, you went from trying to slip back into the crowds to barrelling yourself through as much as you could, for ven a moment’s hesitation could result in being seized by the clawed grip of The Outlaw.

Forward, onward.

A sharp turn around a corner.

Kicking at a barrel to obstruct a path.

Weaving in and out from street to shop.

The threat of his hand finally grabbing at the back of neck felt closer with each attempted swipe.

It was as you rushed through the empty storage hall of an abandoned store front that you then decided to tear off your cloak, tossing it back behind you as one last effort to hold him up before you would try to find refuge elsewhere.

Not that you needed your cloak to begin with.

Even with your hood on, The Outlaw had gazed upon your hunting bill far too long much within his personal quarters to mistake you.

After all, you were the one to send the parchment to him in the first place.

Your fingers immediately tugged at the front tie and clasp of your cloak just before tossing it back behind you while you dug deep into the well of your energy to sprint as fast as you could.

And then, you heard a burst of flame behind.

The cool seaside air behind you was replaced by the brush of scorching heat, soon replaced by the natural warmth of flesh as a big sturdy arm immediately wrapped around your waist before pulling you back against a broad and chiseled chest, an action that was more smooth rather than brutish.

You barely could get a gasp out, your eyes wide and jaw slack in surprise.

The hunt was over but The Outlaw was far from done.

Your name was uttered once more right as you were drawn into a turn, your eyes soon finding themselves gazing right up into his.

All while your lips were soon claimed by his own.

So hungry, so yearning.

Passion was in the heart of its ferocity.

One that you were happy to reciprocate in return.

Yet as the two of you pulled away for air, you finally got a few words out in a huff.

“Using magic? That’s not fair, Clive…!”

You were met with a small grin in response.

“Did you expect an outlaw to play fairly?” He chuckled just before kissing you once again, all while his hands reached to grab at your backside. “Then again, I’d say we’re eye to eye on this after what you did…”

Your pout was replaced by a satisfied smile as you recalled the last night you spent together, just before you took off for a mission towards the Easternmost coast of Storm.

You and him at his study, his desk a mess of paperwork and letters. His wrists were bound behind him while he remained seated, his teeth gritted tight as he fought back to groan and snarl too loudly while you rode his cock, bouncing up and down his lap. You made sure to brush your breasts right against his chest, knowing fully well that all he craved was to have his hands on you, to please you as much as you pleased him.

Though, you were more of the mind to be far more wicked, for it was as he was ready to release that you suddenly got off of him, breaking your kiss with him to instead bring your lips to his ear while your hand wrapped around the base of his cock to bring him to orgasm, his seed staining your fingers instead of spilling inside of you as he so desperately wanted.

The devastation on his face was too precious for words.

Joining you, being close to you, being one with you–that was what he cherished most.

It was teasingly cruel, you knew.

Yet how could you resist wickedness around him?

Witnessing those deep tender blue eyes of his become stormy with burning desire was a sight you were simply addicted to beholding.

And thus, if he wanted to receive what he wanted from you, he would just have to hunt you down, as you sweetly murmured into his ear.

You were gone before the last knot of the ropes around his wrists unraveled.

Now you were here, caught and caged against him while he kissed your mouth, his hands caught between pulling at your clothes to outright tearing at the fabric, urgency in his pace and touch.

What a joy it was to be hunted by him.

Your body, his bounty.

Your heart, his prize.

You, his.

#clive rosfield x reader #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy xvi spoilers #ffxvi spoilers #final fantasy 16 spoilers #ff16 spoilers #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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Burn Without

Summary: For nothing else could quell the heat that was possessing Clive other than you.

[Contains plot spoilers for Final Fantasy XVI]

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Clive

DICK REALLY MAKE YOU DO SOME CRAZY SHIT LIKE I CAN’T BELIVE I’M MASTERING PRECISION DODGE FOR CLIVE FF16 😭😭

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Your leader was on fire.

A gnashing of teeth, snarls and growls howled into the air, toned and chiseled naked flesh slick with sweat, iron chains clashing with the might of a beast made into man, a glow of white crystal from metal cuffs subduing the fiery roar of an Eikon.

Cid the Outlaw was Clive the possessed.

The powers of Ifrit had to be called during a recent clash on the sands of Dhalmekia. While the priming was successful, it was returning to his mortal form that was the crux of the present dilemma, the flames and primal instincts of his Eikon form still coursing through his body, leaving him his human will at war with his Dominant powers.

In other words, your leader was on fire and you had a duty to douse him out.

While you were but an assistant to Tarja, you were assigned with the task of providing Clive succor for this particular ailment. By your unique relationship with magic and willingness to literally ride through the flames of hell and back, it made you the ideal candidate to approach him during these times of torment.

Here, as the day fell into the depths of dusk in a room located at the furthest and lowest segment of the Hideaway, you inspected over the state of your leader while he continued to thrash about right as you allowed the last of your clothes to fall to the floor.

The first time this occurred, you were petrified with nerves, wondering if you could bring him back to his senses.

Now, you couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly as you stepped towards the bed he was currently bound upon, your voice in a soothing coo while you spoke,

“Let’s cool you off then, shall we, Clive?”

And as his glowing sapphire eyes immediately locked right onto you, your smile widened all the more while you joined him in bed.

It was a wonder how the solution to bringing peace to raging hellfire was to have such flames mingle with the heat of your own body.

A man in dire need to be freed from his own inferno finding comfort in the form of your bare skin pressed right onto his, to have his sturdy hips straddled by your thighs, the slick and velvety warmth of your core squeezing around his thick cock to encourage him to flood you full and stuffed with his seed while you bounced up and down his long length.

The abrupt jerks and twists of his hulking form would eventually source not from possessed rage but out of needy desperation, of which was heightened all the more when your hands cupped his stubbled jaw to bring his face towards yours for a kiss.

By the Founder how he loved being kissed!

So much so that a brush of your lips on his mouth and the soft sigh of his name was enough to send him bucking his hips wildly up into you for release, with much more left in store with a long night ahead for the both of you.

Not that you minded.

There was something about witnessing your mighty leader left at the mercy of your touch that appealed to you ever so deeply.

Though, there was also another means of satisfaction when at one point, you became alarmed at the sudden sound of metal snapping, the sight of broken chains lost to your gaze, for you soon found yourself damn near pounced by a wall of pure muscle.

Clive’s arms wrapped around you tightly, protectively, keeping you in place beneath him as he readied to pummel into you relentlessly. His lips hungrily sought your grinning ones for more kisses, his desire far from satiated.

But not before his mouth fell by your ear, his voice low and raspy, his tone weary yet enamored while those familiar stormy blue eyes gazed affectionately into yours.

“Please. Allow me to give thanks.”

#clive rosfield x reader #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy xvi spoilers #ffxvi spoilers #final fantasy 16 spoilers #ff16 spoilers #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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lovehotelreservation · 4 months

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It was yet another Saturday when your Sorcerer was toying with new curses around 6:00pm. This new one will surely give you the greatest pleasure as Shu tests out how long the effects of an aphrodisiac curse will last. (creampie, marathon sex)

"Is this all just the curse's work, or are you just this happy to see me?"

There was as much genuine curiosity as there was whole-hearted teasing as Shu posed his question to you. The look on his features--flushed with heat and all--was with thought, even while he couldn't help the prideful smile that tugged on his lips.

You would have had a proper comeback to his ribbing but then he just had to carry on with grounding his hips down against yours, his cock pushing in and out of your core. Your mind was already muddled enough with how long you've spent beneath him, on top of him, bent before him, the tally of orgasms lost shared between you both lost amidst the lewd wet noises of his body joining with yours.

Catching sight of your lips parting to speak only for the words to devolve into moans, he chuckled sweetly in response, hugging you close against him while he affectionately snagged a kiss from your lips in the process.

"Either way, guess I'm doing something right, right?"

#shu yamino x reader #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #luxiem smut #7 Days We Freak #reader insert #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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lovehotelreservation · 6 months

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It's hard being confident in Hell. So it's a good thing Satan's there to show you all your best sides~ (reverse cowgirl, mirror sex)

"To think a descendent of Solomon would ever think to view themselves so lowly? I will not rest until you see yourself in the same way that I see you!"

Even with your back turned towards Satan, you already knew what expression he was making. His crimson eyes glinting with lust while they continued to drink in the sight of your bared backside, his tongue licking over the prideful grin on his lips as he proclaimed out his words--all done in his absolute adoration for you.

The firm grip that his large hands had on your waist remained steadfast, keep you still and subject to the vigorous pace by which he had you bouncing up and down his thick cock, a lascivious sight reflected on the grand-scale mirror before you both.

And if there was anything that Satan had come to demonstrate--especially his stamina--, it would just be a matter of time until you saw yourself under a more confident light.

#satan what in hell is bad #satan whb #satan x reader #reader insert #Jackoff All Trades #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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lovehotelreservation · 6 months

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Lately you and your partner have been fighting constantly, and every argument ends with you having to apologize to make it stop. You're starting to think the relationship can't be salvaged and it'll be your fault. So even though you're unconvinced it'll be successful you seek help from an open-minded friend, though maybe you ought to have reconsidered asking Gojo Satorou of all people to help with your lovers' quarrel (Gojo with fem reader or GN is fine!!!)(NTR, exhibitionism, partner stealing lmao)

"So what pose should we do together to send to him? Peace signs like a classic AV, or maybe a Luda Heart to be more timely?"

Your phone in hand and pointed down to your current direction, Gojo posed this question out loud with a tilt of his head.

As if you couldn't get anymore flustered, you merely responded by covering your blushing face with your hands, of which was met by one of his hands deftly grabbing both of your wrists to pin them above your head, his lips fixing into a puckered pout.

"I'm serious!"

In tandem, his hips snapped right against yours, his cock drilling into your core far deeper than he'd ever gone before on this night.

While your eyes rolled back and your body arched, you cried out, "Isn't this enough?"

You could hear the sound of your phone's camera taking a photo. A glance to Gojo's face had you see the intensity of his crystal blue eyes as they remained fixated on your pleasured expression, his jaw slacking ever so slightly in awe.

"Far from it."

His voice was deeper than before.

One of his muscled arms proceeded to slip beneath your body, curling around you in a tight hug while he began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, the noise of his skin slapping against yours picking up in volume and frequency, seemingly matching each time the shutter of your phone's camera went off.

At once hovering above you to pressing his toned chest right on top of yours, Gojo grinned at you mischievously, a wickedly cheeky murmur leaving his lips before he took stole kiss after kiss from your mouth.

"After all, don't you know that true lovers take photos together? ♡"

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen reader insert #jjk reader insert #jjk x reader #jjk smut #reader insert #Jackoff All Trades #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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lovehotelreservation · 5 months

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you have a fear of riding chocoboback. this is a huge problem you see, as an adventurer who needs the convenience of a sturdy steed. luckily you know someone who is a bit of a chocobo pro himself. haurchefant is ready to help you learn to ride, starting with exposure therapy….… but do you have the stamina for it??!!!! 💦 (overstimulation, marathon sex, riding; but like im a guided way yk???)

"--your form is already so splendid as is, my dear!!! Though please have care, for once your steed encounters rougher terrain, that is when having steadfast grip is utmost key!!! Please let me demonstrate for you and you alone--!!!"

You had thought by this hour--how long had it been at this point?-- that you had gotten used to Haurchefant's energy. Despite having squared off against mighty foe after another during your adventuring, you were gripped by exhaustive euphoria as you did all you could to keep your body upright.

Your hands were braced firmly against his chest with red markings left by your nails with every pleasured scratch and claw--these same streaks of crimson would be badges of loving pride whenever he would inspect them after tucking you in for the day.

For now, he was beaming up at you with the widest of smiles, his large hands gripping your hips with affectionate security as he guided you through the vigorous tempo he had you bounce up and down his long, thick cock--far from brutish but direly eager. He laid beneath you in joyful devotion as he watched your face contort with pleasure, your back arch with each orgasm he brought you too, your hips grind back down needily to meet his thrusts.

Though, testing your focus, it was as he spoke that he suddenly snapped his hips up, lifting up off the bed, his mighty form pushing you upwards with ease. He let out a hearty laugh as he watched your euphoria shatter ever so as you scrambled to retain your balance, only to sink back into pleasure as you helplessly continued to grind down on his dick.

His hips fell back down to the bed as he proceeded to scoop you into his arms, hugging you close as he couldn't resist from kissing your face with absolute love.

"Marvelous, my joy, marvelous!!! You will master me yet!!!"

#haurchefant x wol #haurchefant x reader #ffxiv reader insert #reader insert #Jackoff All Trades #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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Thrust System - Trust System [6/7]

Summary: While delving into the depths of a dungeon, you wanted to be sure that your companions were people that you could trust and who would have your back.

In this case, they’d also have your ass too.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Thancred/G’raha/F!Reader/Urianger/Estinien

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What a journey it had been.

Not only within the maddened frenzy that led up to your time here at the Lunar Palace, but simply overall.

In the span of your adventure thus far–whether through hard-fought victory seized by your unwavering spirit or punishing failure that left you humbled and perhaps even scarred–you learned to adapt to any situation as necessary with the various abilities and skills you had attained and honed, whether on your own or under the wing of a mentor.

If you were going to keep your loved ones safe, this was absolutely crucial.

If Estinien needed to be healed while the others were busy squaring off with the foul creatures of a dungeon, you were ready to conjure Cure to salve his wounds.

If Thancred or G’raha needed more force to send a magitek monstrosity crumbling down, just a wave of your hand to call upon the power of the Ifrit was all you needed.

And it wasn’t to say that you were ill prepared to ever draw the ire of a vicious beast to mitigate its assault and attention away from Urianger while he gathered his magic to raise up a shield for your party.

You were quite handy with a sword and shield, in fact.

However, with no armor, no clothes, only time would soon tell and witness how you were going to withstand this encroaching and relentless barrage that was meant to target you and you alone.

Naked, weakened from being constantly subjected to the whims of your unorthodox prison, flushed and at a loss for breath–you could only do your best to cover your nude form with your hands while you inspected the faces of your dearest companions.

Merely phantoms drawn forth by the palace’s zealots, your giggling and mischievous phantom copies dissipated into the air the moment they set foot into the throne room after fulfilling their goal. A goal that was currently unbeknownst to you, but one that needed no further explanation.

With each step they took towards you, darkened eyes contrasting with the vibrant pink glow of their bracelets, having the four fully focused on your body as they drank in the sight of your present blushing distress made matters become increasingly clear:

One way or another, you were going to be taking on Thancred, G’raha, Urianger, and Estinien.

Considering you looked to be the most level-headed one out of everyone’s crazed states, you could have called each of them to reason, to snap out of their stupor and break free from the influence of the bracelets.

But how could you when your body was the most affected by the palace’s contraptions?

Your companions still had the strength to stand and step forward.

You were left on the floor, wondering and yearning for who would make the first move and finally relieve the ache that was possessing your body.

Would it be Thancred, with his once roguish Casanova ways stirring from slumber to leave you squirming beneath his teasing and experienced touch as he whispered utter filth into your ear before having you bear the might of his thrusts, now strengthened by his might and experience as a Gunbreaker?

With how poor G’raha was at hiding his feelings for you, it would be little surprise if he were to so much as pounce right at you to demonstrate his long-harbored yearning by flooding your core full with his seed.

As for Urianger, you were well aware that even he–with his impeccable grace and immeasurable patience–could only maintain his near saintly composure for so long before he would beseech to bury his face between your thighs.

And certainly not to be forgotten, Estinien deemed you as his partner for a reason and so it was certain that he would make sure that you remember how the shape of his cock would feel inside of you.

The answer as to who would be first and finally bring you relief was not coming fast enough, and thus, after gathering your thoughts, you finally spoke up at last, your voice soft yet heavy with need,

“Will you all help me?”

They replied all at once.

Armor clanked against the floor while a flurry of clothes soon joined, with hungry lips claiming yours and their hands meeting your body even faster.

The four surrounded you, crowding around where you were currently sitting on the floor of the throne room.

Knights to their majesty, disciples to their god–there was reason for this all to transpire within the center of the throne room of the once dignified and anointed Lunar Palace, which had witnessed decades upon decades of this very ritual across time with the likes of nobles, army commanders, to even more daring members of The Forum looking for thrills outside of scrolls and regulation.

Now, it was you and the men you loved with all your heart.

Your lips were claimed by G’raha’s in the neediest of kisses as his tongue was desperate to plunge into your mouth for a sample of your taste. For Estinien, he already had a handful of your breasts, groping your flesh and pinching at your nipples.

Urianger was occupied with kissing along your neck while his fingers–ever experienced with flicking through the cards of his tarot deck–were preoccupied with feathering and circling over your clit. This worked in tandem with Thancred, who had damn near slid across the floor in order to plant his face right in-between your thighs, his experienced tongue dragging and stroking along your drooling core.

A bit of relief for the overwhelming ache that was wracking through your body, which–within your crumbling sense of mind–you sought to return the favor by bringing your hands to grasp at and caress G’raha’s and Urianger’s stiff cocks. And with the added attention of Estinien and Thancred amidst your overwhelmed state, between a few kisses, caresses and licks, it was not long until you were arching your back with a cry as you were brought to orgasm.

The first of many for this ritual.

Especially as Thancred did not hesitate to lift himself up off the ground to kneel before you instead, his fingers reaching for the base of his cock while he readied to slide his thick girth right into your core. A delighted hiss escaped him as he was quickly welcomed by hot, velvety tightness.

“Now this was worth sprinting all over this damn dungeon for.”

His arms wrapping tight around you, Thancred drew your body close against him as he quickly began to push into your core at a vigorous pace, stealing a kiss from your lips as he did so. At the same time, he proceeded to lift you up so he could be the one to lay on the ground instead, keeping you right on top of his toned and chiseled form instead.

With the pop of a bottled salve followed by heavy and heady breath, G’raha coated his dick as fully as he could with the thick and viscous solution, his ears perked and tail swirling with anticipation, all while his crimson eyes were trained on your backside, his heart fluttering at the idea of fantasy becoming reality. Of course, while his mind had long since succumbed to the influence of the Lunar Palace, he still was careful with applying the salve’s contents upon the tight ring of your asshole.

“If relief is what you need, then I gladly pledge to be used at your desire.”

He meant to be more thorough, but the helpless mewl for him to start fucking you from your lips had his mind going blank, his hands clutching at your hips, his lips seeking your neck, and his cock plunging right into your ass. By contrast to Thancred, the pace he began to work himself into was slower yet focused more on pushing in as deeply as he could, wanting nothing more than to savor this sensation, this moment of being one with you at long last.

And certainly, not and never to be left out, Urianger and Estinien were already standing close by, delighting in any kiss from your lips or strokes of your palm upon their dicks. While you were much too preoccupied with getting hammered into by your other companions, they were biding their time for their turn.

Because both were going to devastate you thoroughly.

Over and over, plunging in and out in tandem, it wasn’t long until both Thancred and G’raha were pouring their hot sticky cum inside your core and your ass–the former with a roared curse while the latter with a delighted hiss–as you squealed with your own orgasm.

You sagged right on Thancred’s chest, taking comfort for the touch of his hand stroking your side while G’raha kissed along your shoulder blades.

“Surely, your stamina can go a few more rounds, right partner?”

What you felt next was the warmth of G’raha’s body heat dissipating from behind as he withdrew out from you, just before you found yourself being carried and lifted to be sandwiched upright in-between Urianger and Estinien as they stood, with the former purring out,

“And rest assured, for all that we shalt subject thou to, I will dedicate mine spirit to healing your aches and satisfying your indulgences.”

Estinien’s hands were cradling your ass as he lowered you right onto his long, stiff cock, with Urianger sliding his dick into your core soon afterwards, the two in unison as they speared inside of you at a brisk rhythm.

You scrambled for more support, more contact, more touch. Your arms wrapped around Urianger’s neck as you drew him in for a kiss, which he was more than happy to oblige. Were it not for Estinien’s sturdy arms having hooked beneath your thighs both to help keep you up and to keep your legs parted and open for the two to freely pump their cocks in and out of you, you would have hugged around your darling scholar’s waist as well.

Regardless, you remained spoiled by the stark contrast between the two.

Lips ever so used to speaking in flowery elegance danced upon yours for kisses while teeth that once bore the fangs of draconic possession sought to leave bitten claim upon the side of your neck.

Soft and slender fingers that were more familiar with strumming through countless tomes sought to circle around and toy with your nipples whereas hands that were roughened by a life of harvest and battle continued to cup and grope your breasts.

Trapped in-between Urianger and Estinien as you were made to bounce on their cocks, a glance to the side had you witness Thancred and G’raha hungrily awaiting for your attention while both stroked along the length of their stiff dicks.

What had transpired thus far was merely a sampling.

The true feast was yet to come.

It was by this thought that your eyes rolled, your lips cried, your body trembled.

Right after this orgasm was when time began to blur in overwhelming euphoric delirium.

You could recall the sight of G’raha’s hand grasping at the back of yours as you remained on your hands and knees while he was positioned right behind you, a gasped chant of your name matching the hurried tempo of his thrusts as he continued to pump your core full with his seed without restraint.

At some point you found yourself in the middle yet again, kept standing by Thancred pounding away into you near endlessly from behind, his hands gripping your wrists with ease while your body sagged before him in pleasure all while your mouth was fed with the full length of Urianger’s dick as his fingers stroked through your hair as his breathless praises mingled with Thancred’s cheeky ones.

The sensation of Estinien’s lips smothering yours for kisses was practically etched onto your body, especially as he continued to have you bounce up and down his dick while you were seated on his lap, his hands guiding your pace as they fondled and squeezed your ass.

By this point, the lascivious clutch of the palace’s wicked influence had long since waned. What transpired now and onwards was simply the pursuit of pleasure, the fulfillment of instinct, and–most of all–the release of amorous feelings that had long been trapped away, obscured by a myriad of reasons. Your journey thus far brought you here to seek passage to the moon. Yet as you remained in the center between the four who made your adventure, your life that much more complete, you would only continue to see heaven and its stars over and over again.

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i was originally going to conclude everything on this chapter but i thought it was better to properly wrap things up by adding another piece--esp with how long this chapter had taken to finally be finished and posted ; v ; thank you so much for your patience and i hope to see you all for the conclusion!!!

#thancred x reader #thancred x wol #g'raha tia x wol #g'raha tia x reader #urianger x wol #urianger x reader #estinien x wol #estinien x reader #estinien wyrmblood #estinien varlineau #thancred waters #g'raha tia #urianger augurelt #FFXIV #reader insert #Thrust System #Fic #super freaknasty writing

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