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lxnarphase · 2 days

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GOOD MORNING, BABY ๋࣭ ⭑

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + f. toji + k. choso + t. fumihiko

☾₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, mommy kink, breeding kink, satoru and toji are just filthy, choso is so cute and needy, kento is the sweetest husband, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ g. satoru ; satoru tries to wake you up, but you just don't want to. and by try, he means he blew into your ear just for you to huff and smack him away, grumbling to let you sleep or you'd bite him. ohh, you are so cute, he just really can't help himself

“look at my pretty girl, such a mess…tsk, wish she'd wake up, now i gotta fuck her soft, pretty thighs instead of that pretty lil' pussy." “aww, your pussy 's so noisy! listen t' her...she's all wet, she's cryin' f'me to fuck her, isn't she? aww, poor thing...” “ooh, are you cumming, baby? cumming in your sleep like a slutty little girl while I fuck your thighs, so precious…”

✧ g. suguru ; suguru's hands move up and down your soft curves while he grinds against your thighs, quiet, sticky noises sounding in the room. you're so adorable, he wants to shake you awake but teasing you with his thick cock nudging against your clit is so much more fun

“you’ve always been so responsive, i didn’t think my dick between your thighs would get you like this, princess.” “oh? was that my name? don’t tell me you’re having a wet dream about me. so dirty, baby, thinking of me like that while sleeping when I’m right here with you.” “don’t you wanna wake up and move my cock somewhere other than your thighs? c'mon, princess, wake up for me.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ k. choso ; not outright fucking you is painful, but he doesn’t want to wake you up. He’s so fucking hard, that dream affected him more than he thought, and before he knew it, he was fucking your thighs, not caring how loud he was being.

“baby, baby, fuck, hoohmygodd, please! need y'so bad, so fuckin' soft, so soft, fuck, could d' this to you all the time, never wanna stop, p-please, god, 'm gonna cum all over you-!” “sticky fuckin' p-pussy's beggin' me t' fuck it, b-but wanna see you look at me. c'mon, c-c'monnn, please wake up, let me stick it in, o-or 'm gonna waste it a-and cum all over your cunt.” “oh, mmh, ’m cumming, ’m cumming, baby, i-i’ll clean y' up after, g'nna fuck you again 'n' again 'n' againnn, fuck, ’m cumming-!”

✧ t. fumihiko ; poor thing, fumihiko honestly tries to deal with it by himself, trying to just jerk off in the bathroom, but it doesn't work. he knew what he needed, he needed you, needed to touch and feel you around him. with shaky hands holding your thighs, he slides his aching cock between your thighs, moaning so cutely…and when you wake up and start cooing to him, he absolutely loses himself.

“i’m-i’m gonna mess you up so bad, been wantin’ to leave you a mess for so long, so fucking long, 'm g-gonna cum all over your pretty thighs. 's okay, right? right? mmh, okay, 'm gonna do it, 'm gonna cum on 'em.” “y-yeah, yeah, fuck, your thighs are so soft, feel so good around my cock, gonna cum all over them, m-ma'am.” “'s so much cum, i can’t stop cumming, m-mommy, ’m losing my mind, love your thighs, they're so soft, s' soft, thank you, thank you, thank you-!”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ f. toji ; it’s not uncommon for toji to wake up in the middle of the night, cock hard in his sweats. can you blame the guy when he's sleeping next to the sexiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on. he thanks whatever god there is for giving him a wife like you who lets him fuck your soft thighs until you wake up up so he can stuff you full of cum instead of wasting it on your stomach.

“’s time to wake up, mama, don’ ya wan' me t' fuck your needy cunt 'stead of these pretty thighs?” “aw, y'look soooo cute and dumb right now…my pretty thing. c'mon, spread those legs for me, mama, toji's gonna take care of ya.” “did y' dream 'bout me fucking your thighs? yeah? mm, you’re takin' my cock like you wanted me t' fuck you awake…hm? you want that next time? mm, i’ll keep it in mind, baby girl, now shut up and let me fuck you dumb.”

✧ n. kento ; he usually only does this when he’s very very frustrated from working, coming home to see his pretty baby in one of his button-ups sleeping, thighs out in the open. he can’t help himself, softly calling your name as he slides his hard cock slowly in and out between your thighs, giving you soft smile when you wake up.

“sorry to wake you, darling, I know it’s late, but I need you. you just...look so beautiful, i couldn't help himself.” “you were responding so cutely in your sleep…would you rather I be inside you? ask nicely, honey, and I’ll give you what you want. you know a good husband does whatever his wife asks.” “so, so pretty like this, i could fuck you for days. should i do that, my sweet girl? mm, maybe i should take tomorrow off and keep you in bed all take, make sure that my seed takes. what do you think, sweetheart, you want me to give you a baby?”

#gojo satoru smut #geto suguru smut #choso smut #kamo choso smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji smut #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #takaba fumihiko smut #takaba fumihiko x reader #takaba x reader #erm !! what the scallop !!#𖤐 ── lxnarworks.

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bitterkarella · 2 months

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Midnight Pals: Hugo Drama

Hugo Gernsback: hey everyone its me, hugo gernsback Gernsback: editor of Amazing Stories and namesake of the hugo awards Gernsback: perhaps you've heard of them? Clive Barker: oh buddy Barker: buddy Barker: we've heard all about them ha ha

Stephen King: they're named after you? i thought they were named after victor hugo Gernsback: ha ha a common mistake Gernsback: but that's fine Gernsback: i'm not mad at all that victor hugo keeps getting the credit Gernsback: i think its funny Gernsback: in fact i'm laughing

Gernsback: ah yes my precious hugo awards! Gernsback: the most prestigious award in science fiction and fantasy! Gernsback: a place for serious business Gernsback: certainly no room for shenanigans here Gernsback: no room for tomfoolery Gernsback: no room for clownish buffoonery

Gernsback: The Hugo -- an award whose very name rings with integrity & honor! Gernsback: it is no mere nebula! no paltry clarke! Gernback: the stoker, the howard, the lambda - none can compare! Gernsback: the L Ron hubbard writers of the future award? pah! dust before the hugo!

Gernsback: only the choicest cuts of science fiction and fantasy would ever achieve the lofty hugo award Gernsback: an award forever untainted by shenanigans or hijinks! Gernsback: now to take a big sip of coffee and read this file 770 report!

Gernsback: what the--?! Gernsback: my beautiful hugos!!! tainted by the foul stench of corruption!!! Clive Barker: yeah boy i bet victor hugo's just sick about it Gernsback: Barker: just sick about what they did to his award Gernsback: Barker: ha ha Poe: clive leave him alone

Gernsback: my hugo!!! you were supposed to be a thing of beauty... not this monstrosity! Dean Koontz: gosh he's so sad about his award Koontz: do you think it would cheer him up if i gave him my nickelodean kids choice award? Poe: i think that would be a very nice gesture dean

Chris M Barkley: [thrusting microphone] Mr gernsback! mr gernsback! a statement for the press? Jason Sanford: [thrusting microphone] how do you respond to the allegations about your award mr gernsback? Gernsback: confound these intrepid newshounds of the 4th estate!

Gernsback: [wiping brow] don't worry, we will be taking measures to fix this Barkley: what are you going to do mr gernsback? Sanford: the people demand an answer mr gernsback! Gernsback: we'll uh Gernsback: we'll nominate an essay called 'Dave McCarty Can Fuck Off Into the Sun'

Gernsback: what a debacle! i cannot believe my good name will now forever be associated with such shady practices! HP Lovecraft: hey when are you gonna pay me for my story you ran? Gernsback: new phone, who dis?

Gernsback: you know who this really hurts? Gernsback: worse than the nominees secretly disqualified for politics? Gernsback: worse than the entirety of Chinese science fiction secretly disqualified for being Chinese? Gernsback: worse than the winners whose awards are now tainted?

Gernsback: the person that this hurts most of all Gernsback: is clearly bitter karella Gernsback: for reasons i can't articulate Gernsback: everyone should immediately go and heap conciliatory praise on bitter karella Gernsback: truly the most wronged person of all

Bitter Karella: [bravely holding back tears] no no it's not about me Bitter Karella: [voice cracking] my only thought is for the hugo community who has been through... so much... Bitter Karella: [stoically gazing into distance] they're the REAL heroes

Gernsback: look how bitter karella keeps a brave face... for our sake! King: god bitter karella is so brave... and so modest! Poe: truly a great goblin Poe: possibly the greatest Koontz: why? what did they do? Poe: dean! show some respect!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #hugo gernsback #bitter karella #jason sanford #chris m barkley

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allfearstofallto · 2 months

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C, H, I, L, D, E for Childe 😋😋!! (Keeping up with the theme of Childe lovers in ur ask box)

YOU CHILDE FANS MAKE ME SICK!!

Anyways, this was so fucking fun to write, thanks you!!

TW: finishing inside, breeding, public sex, oral (m. receiving), cum eating, prostitution (??) (kinda?? spoilers he fucks for information)

ABSOLUTELY 18+ MINORS DNI

C um - Anything to do with cum, basically

His seed is precious. It's what he'll use to make children with you soon, so why shouldn't it be deep inside you? Your tight hole swallows him so much, it's able to take a little more. No matter what position he fucks you in, whether it's on your back with your legs up, or bent over whatever piece of furniture is the closest, he finishes inside you. He holds steady with his hips pressed against yours until every drop of him is inside you. His favorite part is pulling out and watching his cum dribble out, happy to have bred you with it.

H air - How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?

Orange is his hair color across his whole body, including down below. Coming from Snezhnaya, where the cold is constant, he isn't partial to shaving any of it. Childe makes sure it's well groomed, trimming it if it ever gets too long or uncomfortable, but he prefers his pubic hairs longer.

The sight of you with your lips around his cock is already outstanding, but when he forces your head down, making you take him all the way to base, he hisses in delight. Your nose pressed against his long patch of pubes, drool and slobber leaking down onto it messily, makes him never want to cut it.

I ntimacy - How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect

He can fuck you until you're weak in the knees, unable to stand the next morning and he does like it better this way. But he also is able to be slow and sensual as well. If you're good to him, he's good to you, bringing you to the point of multiple orgasms with his fingers and tongue.

Even he can't stand a slow pace for too long though and eventually he'll start fucking into you roughly against, his dick aching for relief. But he'll still kiss you all over, praising you for taking him so well.

L ocation - Favorite places to do the do

Childe prefers places that are semi public. Places where he could get caught, but most likely won't. Places where even if a person were to walk by, the act could be covered quickly and with ease.

His favorite is the living room of his manor, with all the large windows open. You'd still be wearing your long dress, just with your panties pulled to the side and with his cock was pulled from his pants. Your bounce up and down on his dick, the fabric of your dress being enough to cover the scene. If anyone were to see, they'd think you were just too lovers, cuddling together on the couch. Little did they know he was actively creaming your insides as they walked past.

D irty secret - Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs

As much as he doesn't like to admit it, he doesn't let his cum go to waste. If you're not there to swallow it down in your mouth or pussy, then he'll drink it himself. He cums into his hand and laps it up, letting the salty liquid flow into his mouth.

Originally he did it out of what felt like obligation, but as time went on, he started to enjoy it. A part of him secretly got off on swallowing it himself, his cock growing hard as he remembered the taste.

E xperience - How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?

He's just about as experienced as you'd expect from someone with a face as pretty as his. Women fall at his feet constantly, so of course he's had his fair share of tastes. His perceptiveness is what really sells him though. His ability to tell slight differences in moans, or even feeling which spots make you tighten more than others.

His skills are used for more than one off flings though. While he prefers to do things the brute force way, he knows that not all missions can be solved with fists. The best way to get information out of someone, is to give them what they want, and usually that thing is his body. He'll blow their mind in bed for the right price, a deal is a deal, after all.

#mai<3 answers #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin Childe Headcanons #genshin headcanons #childe smut #childe x reader smut #childe x you #genshin smut #mdni

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aryxchse · 2 months

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percy doesn't know.

— leo valdez x daughter of poseidon! reader.

inspired from the song ;; scotty doesn't know by lustra

summary ;; percy is oblivious about leo fucking his sister at every chance he gets.

warnings ;; nsfw stuff i guess, no full smut though. percy is being oblivious as hell, reader is sneaky and leo's a little bastard <3

a / n ;; wish my english was good enough to actually write some good smut, but please don't kill me because i just implied it 👐🏻 OH and they're aged up, obvi.

Percy doesn't know that y/n and me

Do it in my cabin every Sunday

She tells him she's in lake but she doesn't go

Still she's on her knees and Percy doesn't know

y/n l/n, percy jackson's precious little sister. she was only a year younger than him, but he still acted like she was a baby. he tried to protect her at all costs and sweared that he would kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

and when she told him that she was dating with leo, he couldn't help but get even more protective. but he did not have the right to say something, because he was happily in love with annabeth. and y/n just wanted to live that kind of love too, she deserved it.

so when she told him she was going to lake, to swim and meditate a little, he believed her. she was too soft and naive to do something secretly behind him anyways. at least, that's what percy told to himself.

little did he didn't know was that y/n, was going to bunker 9.

"finally," leo breathed out when he saw his perfect girlfriend y/n. "thought percy didn't let you be alone."

y/n smiled mischiefly as she approached to him, already seeing him hard. it looked like it hurt, and she would do anything to make her sweet boyfriend satisfied. "doesn't matter, i'm here right? let me help you with that." she said, pointing his arousal.

leo only smirked when she got down to her knees.

I can't believe he's so trusting

While I'm right behind you thrusting

y/n's got him on the phone

And she's trying not to moan

"h-hi, perce. what's up?" she said, trying to hold her voice stable.

she wasn't going to open the phone, really. but leo, being a little shit he is, insisted. appearently he wanted to see how much his girlfriend was capable of holding herself.

besides, leo was too heated at the moment that he didn't even cared when percy called. she was close, he was close, they were so close to having the feeling of paradise. percy would enter the room and leo would still keep pounding into her, that's how hot he was. he couldn't stop.

leo bited back a laugh, thrusting into her more. he bended her over at his working table, the metal stuff throwed on the ground long ago. she tried to scratch the table but of course, failed.

"no, thank you i don't want anything." she said, arching her back more as leo kept his speed. she was so close to exploding that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to muffle her moans like she did now.

percy was on a date with annabeth at the amusement park and he was catching some plushies now. and he knew how his sister loved plushies, especially sea creature themed ones. "well, m-maybe you can get the shark one, thanks perce." she said, tears rolling down as her voice shaked a bit.

"okay, love you too. kiss annabeth for me." she said before hanging up, and releasing herself with a loud cry. she screamed all of the voices she kept inside while she hit her orgasm, panting on leo's desk. it didn't take much longer for leo to cum after her, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.

"you did so well, princesa." he panted, kissing her back.

I did her on his birthday

percy doesn't know

it was august 18th, percy's birthday. everyone of their friends were invited, so it was normal for leo being there too.

the house was full of people, that percy couldn't even look or talk with his sister more than two minutes. everyone congratulated him on his new age and how handsome he turned out. bla, bla, bla.

y/n wore a white skirt with a blue crop top that leo got her at her birthday. he didn't said anything while he handed it to her, but the low neckline was making her boobs look gorgeous. and he don't even mention of how hot that top looked with that skirt.

leo held her hand as he whispered in her ear. "i need you, right now." he whispered in a desperate tone, a tone she couldn't say no to.

"leo we can't— the house is too crowded and-" leo kissed her neck secretly, only making her squirm under his touch. "that's why no one would notice." he whispered in her ear.

percy was talking with annabeth when he saw y/n taking leo's hand and dragging him to somewhere. "y/n!" he called, making the couple turn around.

"w-what's up?" she asked, trying to sound not too panicked. percy didn't noticed, thanks to gods. "where are you two going?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. which annabeth was going to be mad at him for it later.

"i gotta pee man, and she's leading me to the bathroom." leo explained, hiding behind her so that percy won't see his boner. percy was going to say something, but was intrupted by annabeth.

"okay then, we wouldn't want leo to pee in his pants on your birthday, right babe?" annabeth asked, not caring if percy was going to answer or not. and not waiting for it either. "but-" percy tried to say.

"great! be quick though, we're about to give him his presents." annabeth said like she knew, she winked to the couple. y/n gave her a warm smile, in a way only she could understand what she meant behind it. thank you, you're the best!

annabeth dragged percy to the kitchen while the couple got upstairs, making out the moment they entered the bathroom.

a / n ;; thanks for reading, you really survived to here fr 🫶🏻

#annabeth the cupid she is #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percy jackson series #pjo hoo toa #pjo show #pjo tv show #leo valdez headcanons #leo valdez imagines #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you

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wolfpants · 4 months

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my year in fic

It's 5am and I can't sleep, so what better way to keep me sane than this lovely roundup post @sorrybutblog tagged me in! Tagging @citrusses @getawayfox @oknowkiss @sweet-s0rr0w @tackytigerfic @skeptiquewrites @mallstars @sitp-recs @moonflower-rose @danpuff-ao3 @writcraft @wrapped-up and anyone else who sees this and wants to play too!

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Kinkuary '23 | Various pairings | M - E

A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!

#I've probably written too much this year #my brain is sore and tired #oh well!#writing #drarry #hp fic #drarry fic #draco/harry #harry/draco

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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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FINALLY SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY!!!!! THANK YOU <33333

Gonna ask some relationship hc w leyley!! It could be yandere if you like (I mean she is one already but-yk)

Ashley Graves X gn!reader - Relationship Headcannons

TW: Ashley is manipulative, she's a red flag but I'm colorblind, everyone has a foul mouth, mentions of cheating and kissing, Ashley is very emotionally dependent.

♥︎ Notes: I thought about making Ashley a yandere, but then I reflected on what Anon said and thought... they're right, LOL. I'm always happy to supply content for TCOAAL, and I really appreciate everyone who takes the time to request! I hope these meet your expectations. <3♥︎

Ashley Graves is impulsive, stubborn, cleverly stupid, and a pain in the ass.

If I had to describe dating Ashley I'd say it's like riding a roller coaster but never knowing when it'll drop.

When you first met her, you were blinded by her beauty (her tits) and decided to walk up to her for a number.

She was flustered that someone was interested in her, sure she's had people walk up to her before, but it was because they were always more interested in her brother than her.

But once she realized you were in it for her, she never let you go again.

It started with frequent house visits. She'd sleep over without asking, and just like a stray-cat that cuddles up to you, you couldn't say no.

She'd try to cook you for you! Every morning where she aserted herself into your day, you'd wake up to the wonderful smell of burning shit. When you went to your kitchen with a loving fire extinguisher in your hands, you'd see she was cooking eggs and some unidentified meat.

You'd walk up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck, never telling her you're only doing this because her hair smells like cherries and if you don't you're pretty sure you'll pass out from the smoke.

"Y/N, why is there a fire extinguisher in your hands?"

"Early Christmas."

"Liar."

Dates were fun, too! Even though you'd organize the actual dates like eating out, going to amusement parsl, carnivals, and the like, her dates would be along the lines of staying at home and cuddling. You might call it boring, but to Ashley, a perfect date would be where you're both left alone with only eachother to give company.

No one, and I mean NO ONE, would be able to see her precious Y/N except her.

And not that you minded anyways, you enjoyed spending time with Ashley, even if half that time was her being exhausting.

Speaking of which, exhausting, you ask? How is little ol' Ashley exhausting?

Be it a nice co-worker, a pleasant stranger, a funny waiter, or even that woman who works at the deli that gives you that cheap vegan processed ham with bacon bits, Ashley hated the fact you even acknowledged them.

It often became her favorite topic to annoy you with.

While cuddling on the couch (iykyk), Ashley began to look at you with intense eyes. You knew what these eyes meant. It was a warning sign that she was about to ask you something that could potentially piss you off. Of course, she didn't care about that part, all you needed to know was she was going to ask and you'd better be honest.

"N/M, do you love me?"

"Sure I do, you're my girlfriend after all."

Ashley wrapped her arms around your neck a little tighter, "So then," her face darkened, "would you ever cheat on me?"

You sighed, this line of questioning was becoming less and less of the 'would you love me if I was a worm' deal and more of the 'whose that bitch you were talking to' deal.

"No, Ashley, I wouldn't. Why would you feel the need to ask me that?"

Ashley raised her head from your chest and opened her mouth, her final statement ready to fire,

"So then why do you still look at other people if you would never cheat?" Her eyes narrowed on you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples, "Jesus Ashley, now I can't even have simple eye contact with people?"

She blew a breath of annoyance, "why would you even make eye contact?! I'm the only one you should be looking at, N/M!"

You went to push Ashley off of you, already sick of her shit.

"No! Do you even still love me?! All you do is go to work, go to school, hang out with your stupid friends, and ignore me!"

"I'm not doing this with you AGAIN, Ashley! Just because I know or talk to other people does not mean I'm screwing them! Jesus Ashley, you would think we'd be over this by now..."

Ashley pouted and blinked the tears in her eyes away, "...fine. leave me then, see if I care."

She sits up and goes to the opposite end of the couch.

"You're sitting on my feet, Ashley."

Ashley turned her head away and ignored you.

You hated it when she got her way, but you also couldn't stand to see her so upset. After all, she was only upset because she missed you.

Sighing with defeat you said softly, "I'm sorry I don't pay enough attention to you, Leyley. Life distracts me sometimes, but that doesn't mean I don't still love you. This weekend I'll cancel with my friends and we can go on a date. "

She hummed, "id rather we stay in and watch a movie."

"Which movie?" You coax your girlfriend for a smile,

"...Hypergore Splatterbrains 4," She looked at you and grinned.

"There's my pretty girl," you wrapped an arm around her waist, "alright, you happy now? Will you stop bitching about people in my life who I will NEVER cheat on you with?"

She brought a finger to her bottom lip, "Nah, maybe a kiss will convince me?"

She looked at you with a devious smirk, you sighed. "Cmere you," Ashley giggled and jumped on top of you, sharing a loving kiss.

Yeah, Ashley is exhausting.

But in a way, you're happy she's yours. You couldn't be happier, even if her cooking skills are shit, she's a tad bit possessive, and she leaves passive aggressive notes in your lunchbox when you go to work.

You love her either way.

"Hey N/M?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

You sighed with content and wrapped your arms around her waist, "Yes Leyley, I love you. Do you love me?"

Ashley laid her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat,

"I love you, N/M~"

Thank you for the ask!<3

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jiyeonnnn · 1 year

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NEW YEAR'S EVE, n. jm <3

pairing | n. jm x m!r

synopsis | you and your best friend, jaemin, welcomed the new year through other means.

cw | implied fwb, anal f*ngering, pet names (bub, little boy, good boy, little sl*t, etc.,), slight degrading, praising, size k*nk, hyung k*nk, overstim, unprotected intercourse, messy writing. 1.4k words

an | i'm very obsessed with jaemin lately 😵‍💫 reblogs r highly appreciated

"cutie little bub~" you felt jaemin place a little kiss on your forehead while he coos at you. "precious little boy having a hard time taking my fingers, hm?" a whimper could only come out of your mouth as the tip of his fingers were, again, pressed against your prostate. before you could even speak, jaemin went on to engage in a fervent kiss that made you swallow your words down— he bit and sucked your lips desperately until they're all bruised and swollen before pulling back.

he had you wrapped around his fingers, literally and figuratively. with the slightest curl of his digits, jaemin had you whining and whimpering, your walls clenching as hard as you can around his fingers.

"what a greedy fuckhole you got down there, love~ it just won't let me leave~" jaemin murmured lowly while taking his fingers out just the moment before your climax hit you. the deprivation made you squirm on his lap like a brat, your legs wrapping around his waist tighter than before.

"stop teasing me, nana," small protests spilled out of your throat as you stared at him with the most precious, teary, pleading eyes you know your best friend can't deny. he just can't turn his little boy down whenever he sees his eyes like that.

you shivered to the feeling of jaemin nibbling your ear— his hot breath against your ear being enough to arouse you and make your cock hard again. jaemin caresses your body down to the cheeks of your ass, groping you so slow yet so good. "you want daddy to stop teasing you, hm? is that what you want?"

his voice was cold, but the intentions behind it were hot and dirty, "sure then~ 'm gonna fuck you just the way you love it, bub~" subtle whines elicit from your lips as you felt his fingers, coated with your own cum, touch your bruised lips. unhesitatingly, you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking him clean while you enjoyed the taste of your own discharge, much to his satisfaction. "such a good boy you are~" he praised.

your tongue feels like it's moving on its own as you swirl your wet muscle around those filthy digits of his. jaemin stared at you with devilish eyes, a smirk plastered on his face. a deep groan was heard from him as he teased the tip of his cock to your entrance, urging you to moan out a needful noise. your mind went empty as you felt him breach your hole deeper, his fingers leaving your mouth before grabbing your face by your jaw. "your hole's so sloppy just for my fucking cock, hm?"

an absentminded nod was the only response you could give to him, prompting jaemin to slow his thrusts down, making you feel all the veins on his cock fit perfectly to all the crevices inside your hole. "tell me what you want, c'mon~" he bit your lower lip as he continued to penetrate his cock along your velvety walls, earning him a very slutty whine that made his cock throb more in arousal.

"i-i'm a whore for your cock, hyung~" you whimpered, and that turned jaemin on even more. "want hyungie to slut me out like the little whore i am," as the tension thickened, jaemin couldn't help but moan deeply at your pleas. the sound of your voice rang to his ears melodically, as if it was inviting him to just give in to you— in which he does immediately.

"you want to be hyung's whiny little fuckslut, huh?" you could feel his cock pulsate inside you as he halted his actions for a breather; his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead that made him look hotter than he already is. "cute and tiny little boy~" he stated as he placed a small kiss on your head once more, voice getting slurry as he drowned himself to the addicting pleasure of your walls clamping down around his cock. jaemin has grown accustomed to the feeling of making you feel small and helpless next to him, he just couldn't help it but fall in to the feeling of his best friend whining and begging for him as he fucks you to your high. your pleasure has always been jaemin's top priority.

a beautiful river of tears flowed from your eyes the moment you felt jaemin rut his hips again. no matter how much the two of you have fucked, you really never got used to the strain of his big cock being inside of you— to him, it has always felt like the first time— the precious time where you took each other's virginity.

"daddy," a squeak departs your mouth as his gentle hands land on your tummy before descending down to your hips as he rutted deeper, "yes, angel?" Your shuddering legs are soon pressed against your chest, grinning like a devil as he felt how much deeper he could penetrate you with this position. you're moaning nonsense beneath him, your head driven back in pleasure, as your tongue convulsed with unintelligible whines. "what is it, huh? tell me~ you want me to make you a pillow prince? or you want hyungie to fuck you like a dirty cumslut?"

"f-fuck me like a slut, please~ nana~" a strain on your voice could be noticed due to how hard you moan his name in fervor pleasure. he crouches down to groan, his tip pressing on your prostate, lust-blended irises amusingly studying your filthy look. he hasn't ever gotten sick of hearing you make such lovely noises.

"s-so deep— so good, hyungie~" your palms wrench the bedding so firmly that your hands become numb. he laughs at the pitiful moan, "hm~?" jaemin has had you sobbing at every thrust of his hips, your cock twitching and leaking an indecorous amount of precum; a new strain of tears flowing down every time his cock hits your overly sensitive prostate. "why don't you cum for hyungie, then? if i'm fucking you this good, shouldn't you be cumming for me?"

your thighs shivered as a reaction of how rapid he was fucking you, his hot breath fanning the cool river of the tears running down your cheeks before he shamelessly licked salty fluid on your face, "c'mon, love~ cum for me~," he nibbled your ear, "like the slut you really are," he continued. he sneered deviously as your sides clench over his cock. he leaned back while he cooed in awe as his stomach and chest got painted by the cum that spurted messily from your cock, "such a slutty little boy you are," you can feel his cock throb against your velvety walls as his tease fades into a broken groan, "you're enjoying this, aren't you~?"

you moaned and nodded frantically as a response; having jaemin to stammer as a result of your hole being clenched around him so tightly, "that's good boy~" the room is abuzz with his moan as he bottoms you through your high, "my good boy~ good and sweet little boy, yeah?" your hazy eyes gleamed up at him in the comedown, and you ponder whether it is the overdriving ecstasy thrumming through your limbs or the reality that your friend has always been so ephemeral with beads of sweat soaking his temples as he thrust on top of you.

"so fucking dirty~" your reverie is broken by his words, "all of this for hyungie~? how cute of you~" you caused a mess below there, and your face heats as you realize he's referring to the sloppy squelch that occurs when his cock drives into your hole. your hands try to nudge him back by pushing at his arms, "i-it's too much, hyungie~ it hurts~" you sob as he persists to abuse your impulsive hole.

"yeah? this hurts?" he taunted as he pushed his cock as deep as he could, earning him a loud squeal from you, "too bad we're not gonna stop 'til i stuff you full." he hissed as his grip on your legs tightened, feeling the warmness of your hole envelopes his cock even tighter. you could sense he was near from his breathlessness and sporadic plunges, "fuck— keep clenching around me like that~!" he moaned disorderly, "need me to fill this beautiful hole of yours, huh?" you're driven into another repeated orgasm with him, causing your back to arc as another set of thick white ropes of cum come out of your cock.

"s-so, so handsome for me like this, baby boy~ so handsome~" breathless whispers came in contact to your ears as jaemin painted your inside walls white with a profuse amount of cum. "happy new year, baby boy~" he kissed your forehead as you passed out from exhaustion.

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sillyromance · 6 months

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Good day everyone!

I like thinking about protective vore scenarios where both involved are two absolute, unfixable sweethearts who care about the ones around them more than about themselves... But actually, a prey doesn't know that they'll be safe in a pred's stomach. Perhaps, there was not enough time for explanations or the pred didn't have an ability to tell the prey what they were going to do; but anyways, the big guy ends up struggling to swallow their panicking friend who is quite unhappy about the situation. The pred sincerely hopes that it'll be easier for everyone when the prey reaches the destination, but, unluckily, they are wrong; the little one continues wriggling and trashing around, mercilessly squeezing and scratching sensitive stomach, making their protector suffer in pain. The latter is too kind to make any attempts to stop their friend instantly, for example, punching their belly roughly or yelling at their friend; they just hug their sickly growling, aching middle, feeling tears flowing violently from their eyes and say: "Listen... You're safe, pal... Please... Don't. You're hurting m-me..."

The prey entirely ignores the first part of the sentence; however, they stop fighting right away as they hear the last words. Like... No doubt, they want out really bad, but...They didn't mean to harm anyone, their friend in particular! It appears that all this battling was completely instinctive. The prey goes brightly red of shame; they mumble apologies all the time, sobbing because of the thought they could cause irremediable damage and stroking, kneading tender walls they're sinking in, their hands tremor as the tiny remembers how hard they were beating their comrade a minute ago... And outside, the pred, blushing too, just coos at them, reassuring that the prey did nothing wrong and they don't need to reproach themselves for the fear which was nothing else but natural.

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It can be a completely opposite variant as well; the prey has done something bad - they have committed a prank or made some mess... The pred gets extremely mad for some reason and, in spite of their kind soul, decides to punish the guilty one by trapping the latter away in their stomach. With a heavy heart, they gulp small, trembling body of the prey down. The pred expects threats, screams and furious banging on their insides from the consumed friend, and they emotionally prepare for that. But instead... Their ears catch faint crying. The little one curls up tightly in noisy, wet environment, completely giving up on the all joys of life and a possibility to see daylight again. As far as it's discovered, the pred is hit so hard by this, that they immediately forget their irritation and hide their face in hands, paralysed by shame and horror of what they've done. The giant begs the tiny to forgive them for the giant's dared to scare their precious little friend with such cruelty. Meanwhile, the prey comforts their big friend, rubbing the flesh moving around which gently embraces them - and insisting that they are the only one who should be sorry for showing poor behaviour.

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These small ideas are connected to Skyfire from G1 (I've finally begun to watch it, this show is literally mind-blowing!) He is one of my favourite characters from this series; and whenever I see him, I can't get a thought out of my head about what a compassionate, and soft, and loving being he is (when it doesn't come to decepticons, of course). In order to that, I think he would fit perfectly for the situations I described.

#extreme cuddling #safe vore #soft vore #transformers vore #transvoremers #g1 vore #unwilling prey #protective vore #skyfire vore #reluctant pred #vore thoughts #vore talk #vore ideas #g/t vore #size difference

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mochikofi · 8 months

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Hi! I really enjoyed your yoichi isagi nsfw alphabet!! Would you consider doing one for Reo?? 💕

Reo Mikage NSFW Alphabet

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Reo would take a bath with you so both of you will be clean before cuddling and after that he would order food for the both of you so you guys could watch movies while eating.

B - Body Parts (their favorite body parts and their partners)

Reo loves his thighs. He would have you riding his thighs while having his other hand on your mouth so you can't make a noise while he talks to his friends.

He loves your boobs. He loves having his cock between them and the feeling of your boobs squishing his cock is so good, he can't have enough of it.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He loves cumming on your tummy or thighs. He thinks you look heavenly with his cum around your body.

D - Dirty Secrets (a secret of theirs)

He wants to have a threesome with seishiro. He wants to see your face when they're fucking you raw, full of their cum.

E - Expirience (how expirienced are they)

He's not expirienced but he do watch porn to learn how to pleasure his partner.

F - Favorite position

His favorite position is missionary. Again, he loves seeing your face fucked out, eyes rolling in the back of your head while he fucks his cock inside your precious cunt.

G - Goofy (are they serious or goofy during sex)

He's serious about giving you pleasure so yeah, don't expect some jokes during sex. But expect candles and roses around the bed when you tell him you wanna have sex.

H - Hair (how groomed are they)

He's fully groomed. He thinks having hair around his cock are a pain in the ass, because what if you suck him off and have his hair on your face?? That's not very romantic.

I - Intimacy (how are they during sex)

His attention is fully on you, he's mostly focused about making you cum but if want to suck him off then he won't decline, after all what his girl wants she gets it.

J - Jack Off (mastubation headcanon)

He always jacks off when you're not around for too long (like 2-3 weeks). And he would laways send a video of him cumming while moaning your name.

K - Kink (one or more if their kinks)

Breeding kink. Again, he wants to see your cunt full of his cum and some of it leaking. He thinks it's hard and it still makes him hard.

Mommy kink. He always calls you mommy when you're topping, he knows it always gets you riled up.

Humiliation kink. He kind of want to fuck you infront of his teammates while seeing all of them hard.

L - Location (favorite position to do it)

The bedroom and bedroom only. He wants the both of you to be comfortable and romantic (room filled with flower).

M - Motivation (what turns them on)

Just breath. The moment he sees you, he'll try not to get hard. He's a simp that's why.

N - No (something they wouldn't do)

He doesn't like the things you don't like. He also doesn't like drawing blood or doing anything painful to you (like slapping).

O - Oral (does he prefer receiving or giving)

In giving, he will lap on your cunt like a man who hasn't taste a 5 star meal for years. So expect your self cumming pretty fast.

In receiving, he will push your head slowly while praising you.

"Look at you sucking my cock like a good girl."

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He's both. If you eant him to go slow then he'll go slow, ifyou want him to go fast then he'll go fast. But if you request him being fast then expect yourself not being able to walk for a few days, not that you're complaining tho.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickie)

He doesn't like quickie. He wants to have a good romantic sex without being quick but if you're super horny then he will di s quickie with you in the restroom or the locker room.

R - Risk (do they take risk)

Yes, he take risks. Both if you had sex on nagi's house many times and both if you think you're slick but nagi knows.

S - Stamina (how long do they last)

He can do 4-5 rounds, tired or not tired. He thinks it's not healthy to have sex many times. (Kaiser should listen to reo.

T - Toy (do they use toys)

If he's feeling "funny" then he'll stick a vibrator inside you pussy when you're both going on a date or going out with his friends.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Again, he only likes to tease when he's feeling "funny". He likes seeing you look at him with pleading eyes.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

He's not afraid to moan out loud. He wants you to hear how much pleasure you're giving him.

W - Wildcard (random headcanon)

Sometimes he would have you in his thighs, cunt filled with cum while his friends have a chat with him. They think you just want to feel close with reo so they don't mind. (Oh how wrong they are.)

X - X-Ray (how long are they)

7-8 inches. Your tummy always have a buldge when he's fucking you and he always smirk at the sight.

Y - Yearning (how high id their sex drive)

High. Again, he's a simp so he always thinks about you 24/7. Sometimes he would go hard and he always need to go to the bathroom every 10 minutes.

Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

He'll give you a bath first then put you on the bed and he will put his head on your breast and falls asleep quick.

navigation. - nsfw/sfw Alphabet masterlist.

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eldritch-spouse · 8 months

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Me being the 4th person sent to her table. I'm sweating, gulping, trembling like a leaf, and smiling nervously. I place all the dishes I'm carrying in front of her. Which isn't nearly enough.

"Apologies m-ma'am, the o-other entrees need a bit m-more t-t-time to prepare. In the-Would you b-b-be interested in s-some c-complimentary wine?"

[Hhn I rushed this because I lost steam.]

TW: Vore thoughts.

Vorticia hisses.

Peckish isn't doing it justice today. Neither is famished. Being the Queen of Gluttony is hard work, but being a mother manages to be harder still.

Especially when one of her kids is being stubborn. She can only nag and warn so much until her patience is all but decimated and she has to leave so as to not make a scene. Thus, Vorticia's respite is her grand dinner tonight.

She specified wanting nothing less than the best of the best, from her Ring, from beyond Perdition- Betrayer, if it wasn't such a rushed decision on her part, she would have requested for that mushroom monster's services. He's better than a full-blooded glutton at what he does, which is bizarre enough to make Vorticia wonder if he's not just a tiny fraction demonoid in nature.

As she lounges, facing the table alone, the Queen's rational side acknowledges that the delay in her servant's work is due to poor timing, poor arrangements. They can't perform miracles-

But that doesn't stop her from slamming her fist on the table and sending a vicious rattle of a snarl through the halls, no doubt making the very kitchens quake in terror. The long-since emptied trays clatter and some tumble off the side entirely.

Maybe she should just storm in there herself, pick and choose from the gaggle of lousy fuckers making her wait...

" Remember, she likes it when you smile, so get in there and give her a big old heartthrobber! "

You stare at the greenish imp with complete bewilderment, hands on the entrée-full cart you're about to carry into the dinning hall.

How did it come to this?

One day you're working business as usual, the next you, and all your coworkers, find out the bastard made a deal he just couldn't commit to- And the high-ranker he slighted decided that payment would come in the form of lives. Your lives. You don't know where the rest of your coworkers are, things got messy quickly when you entered Gluttony. Most of them are probably already dead, bits of their flesh stuck between a random demon's gnarled teeth.

Not you. You had the immense misfortune of ending up in the Queen's mansion. Her kitchen, actually. And while initially a part of you only wondered how painful it must be to have your organism boiled alive, or thrown into a furnace- The horned chefs and assistants made it very clear you weren't going into any sort of pan or platter.

You're going raw.

You're one of the Queen's little mice tonight.

Want to live a precious moment longer? Just make it interesting.

How you're going to do so when you're butt-ass naked and on the verge of tears, coming to terms with your own mortality, is anyone's guess.

" Y- You... You have to be fucking kidding me. I'm just supposed to- To go out there a- and smile?! "

The imp chortles, though the jolly mask slips off their face upon the tilt of a curly-horned head.

" Listen- We're all having a bad time right now. Don't make this about you. "

The fucking nerve.

" No! "

You're not going to walk into the jaws of whatever beast is making a racket beyond this long and ominous hall! That's madness, pure mockery! They're making a joke of your very existence, like you're some underpaid circus freak.

Eleri, as you've heard them being called, plucks a knife from one of the carts other imps are rapidly bringing into the dinning area. It's sharp, that much doesn't surprise you, what has you on edge is the way that it's hooked upwards, like it's meant to stab into your flesh and shred it as it's dragged upwards, snagging your entrails along, maybe even your soul.

It's a foul-looking thing and you know this imp will pierce you with it.

" You can get in there on your own two feet, or I can fetch a spare cart for your corpse, please choose quickly. "

You're going to die either way, but no, you can't let go of those few little moments that cooperating would offer you. Your silence speaks loud enough to echo through the walls.

" See? " They nod, peculiar eyes gleaming with no small amount of smarm. " Chin up! Make a good impression. "

The knife is set down on your own cart, Eleri accompanies you to the massive doorway leading to the dining hall, opening it with some effort to allow your entrance as well as the speedy getaway of mildly rattled kitchen staff.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the Queen of Gluttony.

To be fair, you don't quite know what you were expecting. But it wasn't anything like her.

This absolutely massive "gigante" of a serpentine woman, all shimmering, sickly yellow scales from the top of a sharply flared hood to the very tip of a majestic tail... Are those mouths on her tail? They must be, each one sharper and bigger than the last. Your gaze flits to what you thought were adornments on her neck, but reveal themselves to be two extra heads, smaller, vaguely chaotic in the way they evaluate their surroundings, snipping and hissing at each other.

She's covered only by dark, thin-looking robes that exposed a well-fed belly and the sides of sizeable breasts. You'd never quite seen a serpentine female with a chest this defined... But by no way in Hell are you complaining, eyes stuck committing the details of each scale to memory- Amidst all the images of horror forever carved into your mind's eye, this one will stand as a dirty little outlier. Your destroyer, in her feminine, horrifying glory.

You suppose if you had to be consumed by anyone, it might as well be a person as enticing as her.

You walk inside with a mute gulp, eyes plastered to the spotless metal of your cart, a terrified reflection meeting you. Maybe if you're quiet and small enough, she'll mistake you for an imp and let you waltz back out like nothing was ever amiss. Now isn't that a hopeful thought?

Another sharp, cutting noise sends a shiver up your spine, and as soon as you steal a glance upwards, you find her eyes glued on you. Rich golden pools freeze you on the spot, and truly, the only thing that's missing here is the rat's tail that should be tucked between your legs.

The Queen observes you for long, painful, silent seconds while the imps around you scurry to lay things out on the table. You cannot find your will, your voice, your step. Fanged lips stretch upwards, her head tilting slightly in appraisal as you sweat, bare and fragile. When a servant warningly bumps your side, survival instincts kick in and you mimic them, placing entrées on the table's length and trying your best to ignore the scalding intensity of her gaze on your form.

If you run, she will hunt you. If you scream, she will rip you. If you cry, she will laugh.

This is a predator, and everything belies the fact that you've now entered a very dangerous game.

Smile, Eleri said, she likes it.

" ... Is thiss suppossed to be all? " The massive infernal being starts, and she doesn't need to raise her voice for fear to sink into everyone's bones.

The imps around you gulp and toss looks between themselves, trying to convince each other to speak first and chance evoking her wrath further, their tails curled around their midsections and legs protectively.

No one talks.

Something slams onto the ground out of nowhere, rocking the very room quake. It takes you a bit to realize it was her formidable tail.

" Answer me! "

You straighten like a plank.

And maybe because you're taller, maybe because you're naked, the Queen's gaze deviates towards you again, ever fiery.

Every second that passes adds another furious crease to her complexion, and even if rage is an admittedly majestic look on the monster woman, you'd like to milk this mockery of a dinner for all it can offer- Before she decides to sink her fangs through you. You need to speak. You need to say something, her bumbling assistants are only making it harder for you to stay alive here.

" A- Apologies ma'am, the- The other entrées need a little m-more time to prepare... "

You bullshit, doe eyes blinking upwards at the tyrant. She immediately makes a different expression, as if appalled you muttered anything at all. You hope the imps are smart enough to play along.

" Uuhhm- " Frantic eyes dart around, finding the surprisingly large bottle of what you assume must be some Hell-brand wine on your cart. " Would... Would you b- be interested in- In some complimentary wine? "

It's difficult to make yourself smile. It feels strained, more of a desperate showing of teeth than genuine emotion. A plea for mercy that you aren't sure you'll find in that scaly hide.

The Queen makes a show of deliberating on your offer, what was once a steady hiss melting into a much less acidic hum. Eventually, she adopts a different position, leaning forward and downward to be more at eye level with you. It's impossible to tell whether it's meant as a threat or a show of good faith.

So entranced with her eyes, you only now notice movement on the long table, clawed hands sliding towards you a goblet big enough to fit your head in. Wide, fear-addled eyes dart from the hellish inscriptions on it to her face, waiting.

Finally, after a pause where your very blood seems to pump hard enough to burst your poor veins -What a song it must be to her ears- The royal speaks.

" But of course. "

It comes out smoothly, soft, nowhere near the level of agitation and poison her previous outbursts had sported. It feels like mockery, at first. But when she doesn't strike a cruel blow atop you, you figure there's no time to waste.

Carrying the bottle itself is harder than you'd like, and as your form wobbles in fear and exertion, it's truly a miracle that none of the liquid spills out. You're not sure what she'd do to you if you ruined that expensive table cloth... Better not linger.

Courtesy of it's size, the length of time required to fill the goblet allows an awkward pause to stretch on between the two of you. The ceasing of goosebumps on your back is enough of a tell that the large woman has diverted her attention to something other than yourself. You don't look up when she snaps her fingers, instead hearing a cacophony of movement and rushed apologies as every single imp in the room leaves hurriedly.

Finally, you manage to tip the large glass bottle back in time to avoid another potential spill, setting it on the cart and feeling overly proud of yourself for not fucking it up. You sure are being a person right now.

Glancing back, the Queen has already lifted said container to her face. You stand politely, bare and sweating yet trying to seem as unbothered as possible, even going as far as trying to crack another pitiful smile at her. The monster woman holds you still as stone with her gaze as she sips her drink, and you dare not guess if her look is one of hunger, or desire when she scrolls the length of your figure.

The floor sure is interesting. Where are those tiles from? You wonder how much each singular piece is worth. If only-

" Sit. "

" P- Pardon, ma'am? "

A crease wrinkles her forehead for a second, this distant echo of the frustration she mostly managed to sweep aside. It says everything, you better not make her repeat herself.

" Ssit, human. Dine with me. "

Scales point to the empty chair opposite to Vorticia. It's large. Larger than it ought to be for someone as small as you, though this whole table looks lived in, as if many people -Many demons- Frequently gather around her.

It will only put a deceitful distance between you two, for no matter the position, you're always a mere reach of those gargantuan arms away.

Still, even if this is some cruel game of cat and mouse for her, you're not foolish enough to turn it down.

" Of course ma'am. "

And you sit, bare of ass on cold leather, alert enough that you can feel the patterns on it against your skin. You have no idea what to do with your hands or where to look.

She swirls the wine in her goblet pensively, still examining you like an oddity.

" Do you know where you are, dear? "

Dear...

" Hell. " You chance a peek at her eyes. " Gluttony. "

She smiles. " Do you know who I am? "

Your gulp was loud enough to echo. " The... The Queen? "

There's a sharp sound.

" Do you know who I am? " The demoness repeats.

Honesty might save you. " No, ma'am. "

" I guessed so. " And when she chuckles, a sound low yet feminine, elegant, you find yourself amazed for a moment. Charmed by the snake. " My name is Vorticia. "

You nod attentively, another stretch of silence unfolding before she pointedly raises a brow.

And such, you begin introducing yourself as well. Your name, where you come from, a piece or two of your identity dragged out by her intense staring.

" It's- It's a pleasure, ma'am. " Not really. At least not in these circumstances.

" Oh likewise. " Vorticia makes a dismissive gesture, grabbing a plate and sliding the entirety of its contents down her gullet fast enough that you hardly had time to guess what was on it.

" I simply musst ask- What brought you to my Ring? "

She says it as if you're no more than a tourist, here to sight-see in Gluttony.

" My- My boss. " You start, met with a blink from her. " He made a deal he couldn't finalize. As c- compensation, we were taken from our work directly into... Whatever nooks and crannies there are here. And I... I landed in your kitchen. "

The Queen makes an amused sort of hum, the sound rising to a "hhm!", as if it pleased her that this was the outcome.

" At my table no less. " She jests.

" Yea- Yes. "

Watching this woman destroy the entrées in front of her is nothing short of magical. They can barely be called entrées when they're more than twice the size of a proper main dish, but to her, they are truly less than morsels. Vorticia hardly chews, hardly tastes, opening those jaws, stretching them beyond sightly means just to stuff them down the hatch as soon as possible. A tongue, no two- Three?! Darting muscles clean everything she brings up to a T. And even if she carries herself with a flair nothing short of perfection, she eats like a fucking pig.

The noise of her slurping on plates and sucking the flesh off bones is as foul as it is oddly lewd to you, and it doesn't help that thick drool strings her lips to the cutlery, breaks on her chin. You almost imagine a different type of wetness on her scales, and her oblivious grin has you heating several degrees more.

" Are you not hungry? " Vorticia finally stops gorging to focus on your tense form.

Truthfully, you haven't touched a single thing on the table. Not that you aren't hungry, being next to so many gluttons in a short span of time has you famished. But politeness and terror keep you in check.

" I have invited you here out of the goodness in my heart, to eat with me, not sstand there like a limp animal! "

" I uhm... I- "

Looking at her face tells you something vital. She's extremely upset that you're not eating. That's the only thing those shrinking pupils and suddenly freezing room tell you. And, in hindsight, it makes sense. A glutton is offering you food -Which isn't something they just do- So to reject one's gift when it's already so hard for them to part ways with their meals is kind of like slapping one across the face.

Like slapping the Queen of Gluttony across her serpentine snout.

You don't want to do that.

" Eh- Ex- Excuse me! " You nearly chatter like a skeleton. " I'm just... In shock. "

Clawtips tap a slow rhythm on the table, her tail shifts, a spare hand urging you to elaborate.

Fuck it.

" In... In all fairness, Queen Vorticia, I thought I would be the dinner. "

...

Moments of silent blinking pass.

And then, surprisingly, she erupts in jubilant cackling. The most heartfelt, stupidly contagious bout of mad laughter you've ever heard. There's tears in her eyes.

" Oh, that's too cute. You're preciouss. "

Well. At least you made her laugh? The imp in the hall did say that was a good thing, that it would help in keeping you alive for just a minute longer. A heat settles on your cheeks when her fit of mirth dies down, and the demoness spares you a look far too soft.

It couldn't be that she's drunk already, could it? No. A goblet that small wouldn't even give her a buzz.

You almost don't mind her staring now.

" Would you like to be? "

Just as a sense of calm was tentatively trying to take hold of your limbs, it's thrown off the window again, and your eyes widen to almost the same width as the massive dinner plates on her table.

" Y- Your dinner? "

" Yess. "

What the fuck kind of question is that?

" N- No ma'am. "

She pouts. The Queen of Gluttony actually pouts at you, then shakes her head.

" Only a fool would reject a hungry glutton. "

And when Vorticia licks her scaly lips, tongues flirting with her fangs, darting their length in your general direction for a fleeting second, it all clicks in your fogged brain.

Realization dawns on you with the heat of a thousand suns, and thus, you simmer alive on the chair she so graciously offered you. At this rate, part of you will die in humiliation if a wet spot forms on it.

Maybe... Maybe you spoke too soon. It would certainly be a very memorable experience to be eaten out by such a formidable woman. Though there's nothing to say she won't get ahead of herself and simply gobble you up like a crouton mid-cunnilingus.

Even then, getting to orgasm before you perish is probably a merciful end. As merciful as the bowels of Hell can be to you.

" ... I misunderstood. " You eventually squeak, in disbelief you're actually going to try this.

The Queen rises in her seat, another breathy sound escaping her throat, not quite a hiss but just as sharp, inordinately pleased with your receptivity.

" Oh, we wouldn't want that now. " The Queen nearly purrs. " Come nibble, allow me to make things as clear as crystal. "

When the serpentine demoness starts clearing the space directly in front of her, you can only warily take a stand, not too eager but definitely curious. She beckons you with long fingers and the hypnotizing sway of a split tail.

When you've circumvented the long table to stand by her side, the royal gluttoness dips to whisper into your ears. You can see past her flimsy robes, a close up view of generous tits distracting enough to nearly make her words fly over your head.

" You're going to ssit on my table, morsel. Then, you're going to part those soft little thighs for me. "

A lock of your hair is twirled condescendingly around her digit.

" And I'm going to eat you. "

#Vorticia oc #Eleri oc #monster girlfriend #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia

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It's finally here! I'm sorry it took me so long, with work and art projects I got completely swamped. But now it's here! I'm aware I'm posting this incredibly late so no one will see this until morning probably hahaha! Requested tag: @snoozeeebee

Rolan/M!Tiefling Tav

Third Time's the Charm - Ch.1

Rolan intends on doing great things when he finally gets to Baldur's Gate, but an utter idiot named Tav is distracting him. Unfortunately, against his better judgement, he's starting to fall for him.

Word Count: 5.9k (AO3)

Relevant Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rolan's POV, Makeout, No smut (yet) but it gets frisky, Slowburn

(If there's any tags I missed, please let me know!) NSFW, MDNI

They've been at this grove, stewing and waiting for too long. That Archdruid (Halsin was his name, he believes) might have been welcoming, but the other druids have not. Now he up and disappeared after he decided to follow a group of weak, loud, wannabe adventurers who were only out for themselves. When they cowered back inside the grove with less than half their group, he knew that this place was doomed. What's worse than all of that mess is that Lia is stubborn about leaving, and now they're in an argument again. They've been having them a lot in recent months, ever since the fall and rise of Elturel.

"-and all you care about is your stupid apprenticeship!" Lia shouts at him, his mind finally tuning back into the conversation- no, not a conversation, a damn shouting match.

Her words make him bristle and grind his teeth. How dare she? How dare she ever think this was all only for the apprenticeship? It's an insult to injury, knowing no matter what he does, trying to take care of them results in him being called selfish. What is selfish about wanting a better life for the three of them? They only have each other, their mother long gone. She's gone, and now he carries the sole responsibility of taking care of them.

She's gone.

"Take that back. Right now." He hisses, getting in her face as they glare each other down.

Cal immediately inserts himself in between the two of them, palms out in front of them both. "Can we all just take a moment? Please?"

Rolan idly notices the sweat gathering on Cal's temple as he pushes Lia back slightly by her shoulder, creating more space between all of them. He does the same to Rolan, but stays put in the middle to form a weak barrier- wait, who is that tiefling that approached? No, it doesn't matter.

"Hells, we can't just leave. They're kin!" Lia begs, almost pleading with him.

"I will not gamble our lives- our futures, on people who are as good as dead," He says somewhat calmly, though his tail still flicks behind him in irritation. "We must leave for Baldur's Gate at once."

Lia looks ready to bare her teeth at him, angry with him. She's always angry with him. "What's the point of blades and spells if we don't bloody use them?! We should stay! These people aren't fighters, we can help!"

"Or yell louder, that's fine too," Cal says with a familiar bitterness in his tone; gods, he hates that tone on Cal. He's been hearing it more often, these days.

"Have you forgotten Elturel?" A voice breaks through, and he finally acknowledges the presence beside them.

It's another tiefling, a much larger one at that. He's not part of the refugees, as he hasn't even seen him around until now. Did he just arrive here?

This one isn't that much taller than he is, only by a few inches; but hells, his mass absolutely dwarfs his own. A fighter most likely, or even worse, a barbarian. It doesn't matter which one he may be, he looks like an idiot that isn't worth his precious time.

"We should stand by our people. You know no one else will." He says lowly, giving a knowing look of both annoyance and sadness.

He loathes that look. He’s never wanted to blast someone more than in this moment. How dare he look at him as if he was some child throwing a tantrum?

"This isn't Elturel, and I'm not responsible for every damn tiefling in the world!" He exclaims, almost furious.

Lia pokes him harshly in the chest with her pointer finger, and he has to suppress a wince. "Just be responsible for yourself, then! We have to stay; it's the right thing to do."

He hates that fucking tiefling even more now. Not only has he butted into his family affairs, but now he turned his sister- Lia, even more against him. For once, why can't things go his way? Why do they not listen to him?

When did they stop listening to him?

"Zurgan. Fine! We'll stay. If we survive, it'll make for a good story, I suppose." He airs, rubbing a finger to his temple as he feels a headache form there.

For the first time in a long time, Lia gives him a genuine smile, putting a hand on his arm and squeezing. "Thank you, Rolan.” She says sincerely.

Cal now takes the calm moment to usher the two further into the grove, seeming to want to get away from the entranceway as soon as possible; for once, Rolan lets him. He doesn't pay any mind to the strange looks they get by going further into the grove with the other refugees, and he certainly doesn't pay any mind to the oaf of a tiefling that they left standing there by himself.

He decides he hates that man, and he pisses him off to no end.

"How long until Rolan shows off his Thunderwave?" Cal asks as they settle down near an old human woman's tent, who seems to be organizing some herbs in her storage crate. Something is off about her, but Rolan can’t put his finger on it. Either way, it doesn’t matter.

Lia snickers at that moment, crossing her arms over her chest. "Depends, how many people are dumb enough to ask?"

"Hah! True."

Rolan rolls his eyes, trying to dust off the dirt on his robes. He hates the smell of this damned grove, it stinks. Is he truly supposed to arrive to Lorroakan with his clothes smelling like this? He'll have to burn them, no question.

"Don't be grumpy, Rolan. We'll get to the city soon." Cal chirps, bumping his shoulder with his own.

"I am not grumpy."

"The scowl on your face would frighten a troll."

Despite the foul move he's in, he smiles at his little brother. "Heh. You're an idiot."

-----

It's been days, and that tiefling is still here.

He's heard about his many exploits; saving one of the children the druids held hostage, saving another orphan child from a group of relentless harpies, getting their money back from that tiefling brat with the eyepatch, and slaughtering Kagha. Emphasis on slaughtering.

When he came out of that grove where the ritual had stopped, he saw the amount of blood that was covering the large man. None of it was his own, he realized. The man barely had a scratch on him and seemed proud when exiting.

He caught himself staring at him many times, watching how the muscles stretched across his skin, seeing all the little imperfections. Scars, beauty spots, all the like. He internally curses himself and looks away when he feels his face growing hot.

Paying back attention to his siblings, he notices how Cal stares at the blacksmith across the way, rubbing his hands absentmindedly as he thinks of something.

"You shouldn't waste precious time on distractions. We need to head to Baldur's gate after this goblin fiasco is over." He remarks, getting up and brushing off dirt.

"Rolan." Lia warns, but he ignores her and walks away with a roll of his eyes. They need supplies, so he will go get them if they are too lazy to do so.

And, of course, the oaf is already buying them off of one of the druids. Damn it all!

"Need something?" He asks, inspecting him as if Rolan was much shorter than him.

He scoffs, even more irritated than he was originally, "I was in need of potions, but it seems you got them all already."

"What did you need?"

"It doesn't matter, you beat me to it!” He instinctively snaps, briefly pinching the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “Bloody health potions are so short of stock these days-"

Wordlessly, the man puts three large health potions into his arms, which, for once, renders Rolan speechless. He doesn’t even remember the original tangent he was about to go one. Something about price inflation, probably.

Staring down at the red potions in his arms, he snaps back into reality when he speaks again. "You three need it more than I do. I, at least, have a healer."

He sneers at him, gripping the potions tight. "So what, you look down on us?”

"Not at all."

"We are not charity cases,”He almost growls, baring his teeth. “What is your game here?"

"…Can I tell you a secret?"

Why is this his life? How did everything turn out this way? Why is he even entertaining this fool??

After a bit of contemplating his life choices, he finally responds. "What?"

The tiefling suddenly leans in to put his mouth near his ear, and gods he's so close. Tav was his name, wasn't it? He heard it in passing by one of his group mates. Balsam, rogue's morsel, and acorn truffle are what he smells on him, a strong scent that is surprisingly pleasant- gods, what is he thinking?! Feeling his face starting to heat up, he tries to take a step back, but Tav stills him with a hand on the back of his neck. It makes his breath catch in his throat.

Finally, Tav whispers to him, "I'm just being nice."

Tav pulls away, leaving Rolan completely dumbfounded as he continues. "I'm not trying to look down on you or be a pest, I just think you need the potions more than I do. Cause gods forbid these fucking druids try and help out people who need it." He spits with a roll of his eyes, staring directly at the Druid that was still besides them through this entire ordeal. He looks uncomfortable.

"Well, that is shockingly intelligent of you." He huffs, hoping the jab aggravated him. "Although, aren't you fighting a swarm of Goblins out there?"

"I am, but bold of you to assume they hit hard enough to hurt me." Before he could come up with another insult for his remark, Tav interjected. "Anyways, I have to return to my camp as it is getting late. Good luck to you and your siblings. Cal and Lia, right?"

He didn't have the chance to respond before the idiot sauntered off, back outside the grove. Great, now he's indebted to the bastard. Slowly, he stalks back into the grove, tying the potions to his belt as he does so.

-----

Some panic swept across the grove when people realized the goblin army planned to raid it for all it was worth. He's heard so many horror stories of slaughtered tieflings, their enemies sawing off their horns to keep as trophies or as foghorns.

If they think they could do the same to his family, they are sorely mistaken.

As others run and hide in Zevlor's war room, others stay to help fight, including himself. But, once again, the three of them can't stop arguing about their positions; he can tell Cal is getting pissed off, but so is he.

"I'm telling you to stay back. My Thunderwave will make short of any goblin that dares to come close. If you two are in the way, I'll knock you both over!"

"And I'm telling you to just get behind us! Spellcasters can't take a punch or a blade!" Lia shouts.

"Can we not argue over this? Please? How about we all line up together?"

"No." They both state and Cal immediately shuts up.

"Wow, you three must love each other very much." A familiar voice says sarcastically.

He grits his teeth and turns towards Tav. "Oh, piss off you oafish-"

"Wait! Wait, maybe Tav can help us out. Figure out positioning and whatnot?" Cal suggests quickly.

"Great idea Cal! Let's ask the professional harpy slayer."

Tav looks at them all, seeming to take in the equipment and weapons that they have on hand. In all honesty, Rolan didn't even think Tav could think.

Suddenly, Tav grabs Cal and moves him to the front, and in the next moment, he gently moves Lia to the back, leaving Rolan in the middle. "There. That's a good positioning."

"See? Easy!" Cal says cheerfully. "Now can we just-"

"Why can’t I be in the front with Cal?”

“Lia come on-“

“I want to be able to help out!”

Tav yawns briefly before explaining, "You will be helping, a lot. Both of you and Rolan are range users. You will hit goblins better by staying in the back where you'll be more effective. Cal here is in melee, with both a pike and a shield. He can protect you both and be your frontliner, while at the same time, you two cover his blind spot. Although, alternatively, you two could be next to each other, but stay behind him."

Rolan blinks slowly, processing the logic behind it. Damn it all, it's incredibly smart. Maybe Tav isn’t an idiot.

"There, good enough explanation?" He asks.

"It's great! Thank you, sincerely." Lia says, patting Tav's shoulder.

"…You're welcome." He pauses before putting a hand into his bag. "We'll kill those bastards out there, no doubt. But I would feel better if you all have this just in case."

Taking out a bright scroll, he holds it out to the three of them to take. Rolan instantly recognized it, especially with the unique binding on it.

A Resurrection Scroll.

Lia is the first to react and take it. "We won't need this, but thank you! Doesn't hurt to have a backup plan if things go wrong."

"I'll make sure it goes smoothly." He reassures, cracking his knuckles.

"What do you have planned, anyway?" Cal wonders aloud.

"I stole a bunch of smoke powder barrels in their camp and set them up along the perimeter. Anyways, they could be here any moment. Stay vigilant. If all goes super well, you won't even have to fight."

-----

They feel the explosions before they hear it. A deep rumbling in the ground that shakes them, awake and alert. There are so many of them that go off after the first one, like a domino effect. How many barrels could Tav have possibly gotten his hands on??

Unfortunately, those explosions didn’t stop a giant spider and some goblins from coming in.

Goblins were easy. He made quick work of them with his thunderwave, blasting them back into the stone wall. Though with his distraction of mentally stroking his own ego, he didn’t see the giant spider coming up until Cal quickly got to his side, blocking its oncoming fangs with his shield, the force of the bite splintering the wood.

His eyes widen, and he blasts a magic missile at the spider right as Lia shoots an arrow into one of its eyes. It screeches in pain, but it’s stubborn in its conviction. It lunges, and Cal cries out when it tears into his arm, trying to rip off his flesh.

Rolan shoots off another thunderwave in his anger and panic, killing the spider in an instant. He watches some of the legs get cut clean off, the body flying and crashing into some crates, destroying them, and its sickly green innards spilling onto the dirt floor. A disgusting sight, indeed.

“Cal!” Lia yells quickly, snapping Rolan back into reality and he quickly rushes over.

Cal is teary-eyed but tries to wave it off, even as Lia tries to get a better look. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Come here.” Rolan says maybe a little too harshly, making his brother sit down on a wayward crate and grabbing his elbow to hold it still.

“Rolan please-“

“You look close to crying! Just-“ He stops himself and takes a deep breath, eyes meeting his. “Let me help. Please.”

Cal sighs shakily but nods, letting his arm be lifted for him and Lia to see.

It’s a deep injury, but nothing deathly serious. It looks painful. The spider managed to inject some kind of poison, but Cal resisted whatever effect it could have taken.

Rolan takes out one of the health potions he’s received from Tav and carefully pours it over the injury, and it slowly seals the wound. No scar is left behind, surprisingly enough.

“Does it hurt?” Lia gently presses.

“Not anymore. Thanks, Rolan.”

He wants to yell at him so badly, the argument already bubbling up his throat. Why wasn’t he more careful? Why did he jump towards his side so quickly? He had it handled! He’s supposed to protect him, not the other way around.

Instead, he settles on, “You’re welcome.”

Knowing it’s safer, Cal leans against him quietly, and Rolan carefully holds him with Lia. It wasn’t even a close call, but it’s clear Cal needed some comfort.

No more enemies come through. There were no casualties, either.

Zevlor ends up making a speech at the gate when they check out the damage, and he’s sure others are inspired, but he’s barely paying attention to it. He doesn’t care, in all honestly. He wants to leave this fucking grove and never look back; it is by far the worst place they’ve ever stayed in, second to Avernus. Though, he might be being dramatic.

He found himself looking around for Tav, but he didn’t see him anywhere. Why was he looking for him, anyway?

When he finally spots him, he shouldn’t be shocked by the amount of gore he’s covered in, but he is. He’s completely drenched in blood, whether from the goblins or the Drow leading them. Some of it was his own since he spots injuries littering his frame.

He shakes his head and straightens up, shifting his attention to his siblings and ignoring the warmth growing in his cheeks. “Now that this fiasco is over, we will head to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Are you serious Rolan?! Come on, there’s going to be a party!” Lia complains, bumping her hip with his. “We have to go.”

“We don’t have time for parties! Lorroakan is waiting for me, I cannot be late.”

“What’s one party, Rolan? It’s just for a night. We need to rest anyways.” Cal says, looking around the other excited tieflings. When was the last time they saw a crowd of them so happy? He certainly doesn't remember, and it makes his original conviction crack a little.

“I will not-“

Cal takes hold of one of his arms, tugging him. “Please, Rolan? Just for tonight.”

“There’ll be free wine, provided by the heroes.” Lia sing-songs, leaning against him and almost making him stumble.

“…Free wine?” He questions, genuinely thinking about it.

“And free food,” Cal confirms.

Gods, he hates the pathetic puppy-dog eyes that they use. He can’t stand to look at their faces, and he hates it even more that he's falling for it, just as he always has.

He sighs heavily in defeat, head hanging a little low. “Fine.”

“Yes!” Cal cheers, giving him a tight hug.

To his surprise, Lia joins in, the both of them crushing him. “Thank you, Rolan!”

He rolls his eyes but lets a smile break through, even when he can hardly breathe. “All this over a party?”

“It’ll be fun! You’ll see!”

He smirks knowingly, finally separating from the two. “All right all right, I trust that this will be an exceptional occasion. I look forward to seeing you say you love me while drunk, Lia.”

"As if, brother."

It doesn’t take long for Tav to offer up his area with his party members, so they gather with the Tieflings and head to the camp. It doesn’t look like much, but it’s secluded at least.

That bard, Alfira, starts decorating the place in an instant; lantern lights go up, colorful ribbons decorate the trees, and boxes get moved to the side. Others help out, including Lia, but Rolan and Cal sit back and relax for the time being.

When the party finally starts, they pass wine between the three of them.

“Can you give us a magic show, Master Rolan?” She teases.

Rolan rolls his eyes playfully. “Already?”

“Oh! Can you make an owl bear?? Or a dragon!” Cal suggests, scooting forward more on the log.

He stretches out his arms in front of him, cracking his knuckles while doing so. "Patience! Have you no respect for showmanship?"

"Having performance issues Rolan?" Cal whisper-shouts playfully, and Rolan idly notices Tav approaching.

He turns his nose up high momentarily before holding his hands out. "Hush, you. And behold!"

It's a brief performance, but amazing nonetheless if he says so himself. He makes it look like stars that spark, fly, and explode into various lights. He has always been irritated he could never make it last long, but that is what his training will be for.

He looks over at Tav as soon as he claps, seeing the way his eyes glide over the lights. His face doesn’t change in the slightest, so he can’t tell if his clapping is meant to be some sort of taunt or if he’s genuine.

Either way, he does a dramatic bow. "Adoring applause? You're too kind."

"Remember when he couldn't cast that?" Lia teases.

"They grow up so fast," Cal states.

"Never have I met such troglodytes. Now, pass the wine." Rolan demands, but a content smile is plastered on his face.

It seems Lia was about to offer Tav some of it, but when she and Rolan turn towards him, he’s already gone.

“Looks like he already got bored of you.” Lia sings to him.

“Oh hush up.” He huffs, snatching the wine bottle and taking a long drink.

He will never admit how much that comment stung. He doesn’t know why he was so bothered by it in the first place. There are many possibilities he goes over as he feels the alcohol give him a pleasant buzz; was it her wording, or was it the fact that Tav disappeared without a word? Did he get bored?

Whatever, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care what that man thinks of him. He swears he doesn’t.

Later in the night, he drank- no, chugged wine while Cal and Lia chatted with the other tieflings partying. As much as he loved to perform for them both, even someone as great as he gets tired after using a bunch of magic in rapid succession.

The wine wasn’t good; nothing compares to Arabellan Dry, but what else was there to drink? He refuses to partake in ale or beer, he never found the appeal of it. Honestly, it’s disgusting, and he doesn’t understand why Lia likes it so much. Cal seems to be looking for someone in particular but isn't finding them. He looks disappointed.

As he wonders about Cal and debates checking in on him, he doesn’t notice the brute approaching him until his giant form sits next to him with his own alcohol, the bark of the fallen tree groaning from the extra weight. He covers up how it startled him quickly, tilting his head up towards the brute with a bored expression.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing. I’m here to drink.” He says nonchalantly, sipping on the wine bottle. “Impressive display of magic earlier.”

His nose scrunches up, yellow eyes settling on his flaming ones with a glare. “Was that sarcasm?”

“No. Are you self-taught?”

Of all the things he expected tonight, it wasn’t this. Tav, a person who hits things and asks questions later, is curious about him? He wonders if he has an ulterior motive.

He pushes the thought to the back burner of his brain for now but approaches the conversation cautiously. “I am! And a man with many talents, may I add. I’m going straight to Baldur’s Gate to learn from the best: The Great Lorroakan.”

He sees the imposing Tiefling roll his eyes, putting his bottle down to stare out at the water surrounding the camp. Tav looks a little different, in the moonlight. Seeing him up close is a different experience entirely, and now he can see every little detail about him, including how he was shirtless-

Wait, did he just roll his eyes?

“What?” He demands, posture straightening as he grows defensive.

“Nothing. Just heard he’s a cad is all.” He mutters, deciding to pick the bottle back up and taking a long swig.

“Common gossip and rumors! He’s the greatest wizard in all of Baldur’s Gate. I’ve never imagined he would answer my letters.” He states with a happy sigh, idly swirling the liquid in his bottle. “I will become his apprentice as soon as I arrive. I cannot be late, yet Cal and Lia insist that this party is a wonderful idea. An adoring crowd, fine wine - I daresay this place is almost civilized.”

“Do you regret staying?”

“Of course I do. But Cal and Lia…” He trails off for only a moment but snaps back to it. “They deserve to have some fun for a little while. We’ll leave at dawn, either way.”

The Tiefling stares at him for a moment, seeming to be searching his face. For what, Rolan had no idea. Some kind of lie, perhaps?

“All right then. Good luck to you.” Tav eventually settles on.

“…That’s it??” He exasperates.

“If you’re looking for someone to argue with, find someone else.”

“You-“

“You talk too much.”

He settles a death glare on Tav's form. “Prick.”

Tav slowly looks at him with his own glare, determined to play his game. “Entitled fuck.”

“Dumb oaf.”

“Prickly bastard.”

They both stare each other down, faces too close but neither of them breaks their stare. He feels Tav's hot breath ghosting over his lips, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

“You’re insufferable.” Tav huffs, suddenly gripping Rolan’s jaw and kissing him firmly.

He moans in surprise at the force but isn’t against it. In fact, his face gets incredibly red before he remembers he can kiss back.

It’s not like this is his first kiss. He’s given and received kisses before, he’s not some kind of reserved prude. But this is the first one that’s so heavy. Hot. He’s completely out of practice and can do nothing but grip Tav's thicker forearm.

Something about being desirable to Tav makes him throb in his pants, though it also may be the way Tav's tongue is tracing his bottom lip, seeking entry.

Tav's free hand trails to his rear and squeezes, making him inhale sharply; a perfect opportunity for Tav to slide his tongue in to taste him. He knows he's losing his composure and by extension, himself, but what's the harm in indulging in this? It's pathetic, but he's never felt so desired up until this moment, even if this ends up being a fling.

Why did the thought of this being a fling make him feel hollow?

He pulls away to give himself space and to breathe, but Tav doesn't pause, kissing along his jaw and ear. "My tent is west of here if you're interested. No one will hear us."

He shudders at the feeling of sharp teeth grazing the edge of his ear, teasing and provoking. Swallowing, he nods, and Tav pulls him away from the party towards a more secluded part of the area. He hopes that Lia and Cal didn't see him, but they most likely did. He’ll never hear the end of it when he returns.

Almost clumsily, Rolan finds himself in Tav’s tent quickly after, their kissing getting more heated between them. It was a strange feeling, exchanging breaths with someone else, but it felt good. Better than he thought.

They settle down on the floor of the tent, him sitting in Tav’s lap as they continue their make-out. Their tongues dance almost…lovingly. No, he can’t be reading into it right. They barely know each other; he's overthinking again.

He feels his large hands attempting to find the hem of his robes, and he seems to find it quickly as if from experience. Fingers start to dance across the bare skin of his back, running up the ridges of his spine. He sighs out shakily, goosebumps prickling out as his tail anxiously flicks about. Nerves hit him like a loose carriage, fast and suddenly, settling into the pit of his stomach. He felt cold, heart racing a mile a minute.

Why? This was good. Everything was good. This was supposed to feel good.

Why isn’t it?

He’ll give it time. It’s normal to be nervous about this kind of thing, right? Most definitely his lack of experience is a contributor, and doesn’t he deserve this after all his hardship? What’s the harm in pleasure for at least a night.

He feels his back hit the bedroll, warm calloused hands trailing over to the front of his body instead. Their kisses were feverish, desperate, and pent-up. All Rolan could do was grip the bedding below him as nails teased the textured skin of his sternum, a hand rolling a nipple between two fingers.

Tav’s lips go to his neck, finger tips trailing teasingly down his stomach before he begins to palm at his crotch through his smalls-

He can’t do it.

A cold sweat beads on the back of Rolan’s neck, panic and bile rising in his throat as it closes. He can’t do it, and he quickly grabs Tav’s arm with a death grip with wide eyes. “W-Wait, stop!”

Tav immediately gets his hands off of him, giving him space to move. His head reels from the sudden adrenaline, but also because Tav’s stoic demeanor is no longer present, and the man genuinely looks concerned. Fearful, even. “Did I hurt you?”

“No! No.” He reassures quickly, but his vulnerable mind is scattered and unfocused as he sits up.

There’s so many reasons why he couldn’t do this, but he can’t pin one down. Surely, Tav deserves an explanation, so he rushes to think of one.

It’s too soon, he hasn’t done this before, and this isn’t the place for it, he’s not a degenerate, his siblings are nearby, Tav is too imposing, it might hurt, it’s too vulnerable, he’s never been with a man, he’s never been with anyone, this is the wrong place to do it, he’s a coward, he’s scared-

“I can’t.” He grimaces, with no actual reason good enough to say out loud. Part of him is worried about what Tav would say; would he be upset with him? On one hand, if he does, Rolan knows that Tav was never worth his time. But on the other, he found Tav not as insufferable as he thought, and he may have just ruined the strange bond they made by stopping everything. Gods, he is pathetic, isn’t he?

Tav sighs slowly in relief, sitting back. “That’s okay.”

It’s not good enough, not for Rolan. As a wizard, he demands answers for a multitude of reasons when things happen. It’s only fair that he gives an explanation, is it not? Finally, he pins down a reason he could give: he doesn’t want to do it after having so much wine. There, that should do it.

Before he could start his tangent, he felt a hand cover his mouth.

“I don’t need a reason. It’s okay.”

He’s about to argue, completely insulted, but it gets muffled by the hand on his mouth.

“You don’t ever have to explain to me why you want to stop.” He says, finally moving his hand away. “I’m sorry if you felt like you couldn’t say no to me earlier.”

“I did want it.” He assured quickly, because he did. He truly did. Why did he panic?

“But you changed your mind.” He began, not unkindly.

“I did.”

“That’s fine.” He says with a small shrug. “If you want, we can keep kissing. Nothing further than that.”

He laughs in disbelief, running a hand down his sweaty face. “And why would we do that?”

“Doesn’t hurt to have company for a night. Besides-“ He gently takes hold of his chin, tilting his face up. “You seemed to enjoy what we were doing. Why not indulge? Just for one night.”

He smirks up at him, leaning forward with false confidence. “Am I that irresistible?”

“You have a pretty face.” He noted, swiping his thumb across his kiss-bruised lip before kissing him again.

The kiss is lazy and less heated, but it makes his heart pound all the same. Being held so tenderly is new, and he’s growing attached.

He cannot have attachments. What is he thinking?

After kissing for a little longer, he lets himself be held in the bedroll as they lay down, indulging in the quiet night with Tav. They didn’t need to discuss what happened or question it. It’s exchanging favors. For Rolan, it’s just wanting the comfort of another body near him, letting him pretend that he’ll have something like this in the future. One day, he’ll be good enough for someone. He’s not sure what this does for Tav exactly, but he seems content to hold him.

“You can ask for more if you’d like.”

“I’d rather not embarrass myself more than I already have.” He barks before glancing at him in apology, eyes softer.

“Would it help if I said I will keep my mouth shut about this?” Tav suggested, pushing some hair away from his face.

He shifts to glance at his face, seeing if he is genuine. He can never read his face that well, but when he makes his judgment, he sighs and takes one of Tav’s hands, lacing his fingers through his.

“This is pathetic, I know.”

“I don’t think it’s pathetic.” He mumbles, squeezing his hand. “This is nice for me, too.”

Rolan feels himself relax more, body almost relieved that this hasn’t been rejected.

“What will you do, when you finally get your apprenticeship figured out?” Tav asks in the quiet.

“I’ll learn everything I can about all schools of magic. Then I can put on a real show for Cal and Lia.”

“They seem to love your shows already, why change them?”

“It’ll be different.” He pledged, “Bigger, better, and more sustainable. I’ll make them last so much longer, I’ll bring it more colors, and the illusion will look realistic. You will see.”

“I’m sure they’ll be great.” He yawns, nuzzling into the back of his neck.

“I will show you when you reach to Baldur’s Gate, my friend.”

There’s no response, only a quiet snore greets him. At first, he’s annoyed, but it’s hard to be angry when he is just as exhausted from today. For now, he falls asleep in his arms, hoping that for once no nightmares haunt him.

The Tiefling beside him is still fast asleep when he wakes at dawn, though he’s impressed by how the man can sleep through the screeching birds outside.

Quickly, he fixes his robes and hair, trying to not look like a mess. Cal and Lia are surely going to tease him, knowing he never returned to their tent. He debates on whether to wake the idiot up to say goodbye, but that seems foolish. He needs to sleep, and they need to head to Baldur’s gate immediately.

So he opens the tent, sparing one more look back before leaving.

He cannot create attachments. Not now, not ever. Not until he’s done with his apprenticeship.

#forest-writes #holy rolan empire #rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 #rolan x tav #cal #lia #rolan fanfic #rolan brainrot

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foolishlovers · 5 months

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good omens WIPs i'm loving at the moment

i know starting unfinished fics is not everyone’s cup of tea but comments and encouragement mean so much to writers, so if you have some time to spare, why don’t you check these out

doom days by klytemnestras - 5 years have passed since aziraphale left crowley for heaven. crowley has built a new life for himself and has found some comfort in spending time with muriel & co. but then aziraphale shows up with the messiah baby, hoping for crowley to help him one last time... the found family vibes in this one are just so delightful. crowley and aziraphale have a long way to go to restore their relationship, but it surely is an intriguing one to follow 7.6k, 3/? chapters, rated T

an ineffable midsummer night's dream by the_serpent_and_the_guardian - set in 1605, aziraphale convinces crowley to save shakespeare's latest play - he reluctantly takes on the role of puck (not without some shenanigans ensuing, of course). the banter in this fic is absolutely precious, the writing is so lovely and the dynamic between our beloved almost friends demon and angel is so spot on!! 20k, 4/5 chapters, rated T

living in sin by jade_valentine offers an insight into what could have happened if aziraphale had discovered a little earlier that crowley was living in his car. yes, oh my god, they were roommates. i honestly can't wait to see how their new living arrangement will develop 2.5k, 1/? chapters, rated M

wilde flowers by rocksaltandroll is a human au! starring aziraphale as a lonely bookseller and crowley as the new, handsome florist down the street. maggie, nina and muriel are inspired to do some matchmaking, but the old men seem to be falling for each other even without their meddling... they're both nervous about starting something new, but there's so much fluff, the writing is great and frankly, all whickber street characters are such a joy to read about!! 15k, 4/? chapters, rated M

mon horrible cher by ghostrat is an enemies to friends to lovers fic that features aziraphale and crowley as teachers on a sixth form field trip to paris. they despise each other… until they don't. i have so much love for these characters, the path from annoyance to precious pining is just so good. crowley being good with kids is honestly going to break me at some point. the writing is utterly amazing, just perfect to get lost in, and there's stunning fanart included too 30k, 7/9 chapters, rated M

once upon a time by tawnyowl95 is a human au! with actors (and childhood sweethearts) aziraphale and crowley finding their way back to each other as famous comedian crowley (currently going through a rough patch) accepts aziraphale's offer for him to play the pantomime villain in his production of dick whittington. there's flashbacks to their time at high school and tons of bickering in the present time line, where crowley continues to be quite the troublemaker, keeping aziraphale and everyone else on their toes and i absolutely love it 10k, 4/15, rated E

london, libraries & love by wolftea features librarian! aziraphale and history teacher! crowley. while they're both excited to go on an excursion to london for a couple of days together, at the beginning of their acquaintance, they had quite a hard time warming up to each other.. this fic is so precious, the flashblacks to crowley's first weeks at the school are full of pranks and shenanigans between the two of them that made me laugh so very much. it's so fascinating to explore how their relationship develops over time. the pining in the present is perfectly wholesome as well!! 9k, 5/17 chapters, rated E

#let's spread some love for wips!! i seriously wanna hug every single one of these writers and tell them how grateful i am for their words!!#also hmu and tell me if you're reading any other wips i should look out for at the moment!! <3 #good omens #good omens fic rec #go fanfic #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #foolish recs

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fushiguroshotwife · 6 months

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i just finished unravel me and O M G

Aaron warner is the male yandere we all needed in our life's frfrfr

JULIETTE JUST GIVE INNN LIKE AINT NOBODY GON CARE BOUT ADAM????

Aaron warner>>>>Adam Kent

#juliette please do it with Warner rn

I am in deep need of warnette smut (sos please send me it if you find it like??)

I never thought I needed Aaron warner being a male yandere so much but your honor I do

i. Need. Warnete. Smut.

That kiss scene TWO TIMES WITH WARNER AND JUILETTE???

I'm a fangirl in two books

Can't wait to read ignite me

Adam Kent is bitching between my lovely warnette like Adam no one needs u Hun so get out and leave my babies alone.

Aaron warner is innocent your honor !! He's just a nervous baby for his crush <3

Aaron holding unto JUILETTE'S DIARY IS SO ADORABLE

Aaron is so precious and we love him <3

They're so cute together

I love them so much

Okay okay but Kenji's jokes? He's a cutie and a dumb one infact <3 I'll never get sick of this man <33

I need more.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannddd post !

#･ﾟ 🎀 ꪜꫀ𝕣ꪮꪀⅈᥴꪖ ડρꫀꪖ𝕜ડ ! ❢ 🎀 ﾟ･#warnette #warner x juliette #aaron warner anderson #shatter me series #kenji kishimoto #juliette ferrars #shatter me #tahereh mafi

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rosehiroto · 1 year

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Hii, i saw your requests are open. Can I request The demon bros with a shy Mc? ( or who is shy at first?) :>

Hello cherry! Thanks for the request hope you enjoy really this ♡︎.

I've been dealing with a huge writer block so I'm trying my best to write as much as I can I will try to finish all of the requests as soon as possible thank you for waiting hope you enjoy reading thanks for all the support ♡︎.

Mc is non-binary pronounce is they/them.

Fandom: obey me!

Pairing: obey me brothers x mc.

Category: fluff, shy mc.

Shy beloved.

Lucifer

Luci as we know is very bold regarding socializing with anyone and everyone, his pride gives him confidence as well.

Because demons are all different but most of them aren't the shy type, so it was a nice change for the man.

He'll be patient with mc it they're having a hard time speaking or if they need time to gather their thoughts.

He loves Mc's cute reactions, the way their cheeks turn bright red when their embarrassed, the cute fidgeting and the slight leg shifting when they're shy, the way they can't look him in the eyes always lowering their face to the ground, the small pout that would sometimes appear on their face when they're being teased.

All of it pulls on his heartstrings, he just has the urge to pick mc up and lock them in his room forever to hide his precious human from the rest of the world.

He'll start to realize that the more comfortable mc gets the less shy they become.

He loves and dislikes it at the same time, he doesn't get the cute reactions as much anymore, but he definitely loves the soft giggles he gets and the shy smiles that turn into wide grins with the passage of time.

The male hates to admit it but it makes his heart full knowing mc is so comfortable with him and his brothers to be themselves around him.

Making mc flustered brings a wide smirk on the male's face as it fuels his pride knowing he still can make mc flustered.

He'll forever love shy and flustered mc while also loving Mc's true personality when they're comfortable with people around them.

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Mammon

Mammon being the tsuntsun that he is he's also sort of shy in his own way.

He has a hard time showing his true emotions and gets flustered very easily, he has almost the same shy habits mc does.

Whenever the two shy cuties try to have a conversation it ends with them both being a flustered shy mess.

Most likely because mammon said something embarrassing that mc did and then follows it up with saying 'it's not like your cute or anything' then they both get flustered and don't say anything for a few minutes then mammon walks away too flustered to say anything.

As they both get more comfortable they get more used to each other and don't get as flustered when talking.

As mammon is the jealous type he has to have mc next to him at all time and becomes slightly touchy and clingy.

It's slightly embarrassing for both of them at first but as time goes on, they both get used to it, it's their routine at this point.

The more comfortable mammon gets with mc the clinger he gets, if they're walking somewhere he has to walk next to mc his hand in theirs, if he and mc are sitting in the same room he has to be next to them and have arm around them in any way.

If mammon is in the mood he'll tease mc to no end about anything, surprisingly he has pretty good memory regarding things about mc, from their lovely moments to their embarrassing ones.

His lips turn into such a wide grin as he continued to tease mc, if mc pecks him to shut him up he'll turn into such a flustered mess it's unbelievable.

He won't talk again after that until he remembers another embarrassing moment of Mc's and the cycle continues.

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Leviathan

Levi being even more shy than mammon sometimes doesn't even say anything to begin a conversation, he doesn't even start conversations at all.

Unless there's something for him to talk about no words will be out from his mouth.

The more comfortable he gets the more social he gets and the more he picks up habits from mc.

He doesn't notice it but he definitely picks up habits from mc, from the way the play with end of their clothes to them picking at their nails if they're nervous.

This time around this boy doesn't tease mc, he doesn't have the confidence to do so and if he does he's the one that gets flustered instead.

Gets flushed at the simplest of touches, hold his hand and he'll be bright red he definitely warms up to it after a while but it never fails to fluster him.

As time goes on both him and mc get more comfortable with each other, getting more affectionate and vocal with each other.

Levi definitely cringes when he remembers how shy he was but it brings a small smile to his face remembering how shy mc was.

Please mc tease him but not too much, his face will turn bright red while he'll try to hide his face and whine about how mean mc is.

He definitely prefers both himself and mc being less shy with each other since they can share their true feelings to each other.

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Satan

Satan is definitely very bold, none of his mannerisms are viewed as shy in any way.

He'll definitely try to be very patient but sometimes gets a little frustrated but gets used to it over time, definitely tries his absolute best definitely not because he wants to beat luci.

Sometimes he treats mc like a cat, if he senses that mc is feeling shy he'll talk in a soft voice and hold his hand out to pat mc gently as he coos at them.

If mc doesn't like being babied he'll stop but he can't help the soft smile that overtakes his lips and the big urge to just pat Mc's head whenever mc feels shy.

He definitely notices how mc starts to get more comfortable, less tense, less fidgety.

He definitely feels more happy about it as well, he's happy Mc's comfortable with him and his brothers, but he doesn't show it.

Has a habit of teasing mc a little too much, he just loves seeing mc pout so much he can't help it.

He definitely likes reading to mc, so the more comfortable mc gets with him the more he reads for them.

He reads for them before they go to sleep, when they're tired or stressed, when they want affection.

He'll sit on his bed his back leaning against his pillows mc sitting between his legs their back to his chest as mc hold the book Satan's hands covering theirs gently as rests his head on their shoulder reading in a soft voice.

Just loves all versions of mc just like how he loves all of him.

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Asmodeus

Asmo in no way shape or form is shy in any way.

So when he meets a shy little human that can't look people in the eye without their face glowing bright red, he's very happy.

He's very patient with mc, he watches mc talk to him with the most love filled eyes.

He loves how shy mc is, it even fuels him to see such cute, blushy, embarrassed faces.

He'll tease mc any moment he gets, sometimes he doesn't even try and somehow makes mc a flustered mess anyways.

He loves how cute it is when Mc's shy their cute cheeks flushing red, how cute they are when they look down from embarrassment.

He just wants to hug mc tightly in his arms and squeeze them tight kiss them all over their face too.

He definitely notices how mc gets more comfortable with time and it makes his heart soar with happiness.

He also likes how mc eases up to his affection and don't try to get away or gets as flustered as before.

He will do his absolute best to make mc comfortable at all time so he's very glad it worked out and mc is happy with him and his brothers.

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Beelzebub

Beel isn't in the slightest way shy, he's a very quiet person and he doesn't speak much.

Beel doesn't really think much of mc being shy, he doesn't really mind it either he's very chill about it.

He's very patient with mc and will wait if they need time to talk with him.

He'll always keep in mind Mc's favourite snacks to give it to them to eat if they like eating to calm them down, he'll try his best not to eat the snacks but if he eats them he'll grab another one and puts it in Mc's room.

If mc if feeling too overwhelmed he'll ask mc if they're okay and if mc is willing he'll give them a big bear hug to calm them down.

He's the best comfort buddy you'll ever find.

He definitely notices how less shy mc gets and how relaxed they've become, he's pretty happy about it, he feels even more relaxed around mc too.

Definitely feels proud of himself and his brothers for making mc warm up to them.

If mc allows him to do so he would definitely kiss mc on the cheek alot, he likes how soft and squishy they are might bite them softly cause they remind him of the mochis he tried from the human world.

He just loves mc just the way they are.

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Belphegor

Since he didn't get to meet mc like the rest of his brothers, when he came around he definitely noticed how mc was more tense and awkward around him not exactly all shy.

He felt bad when he saw how mc would laugh and joke around with his brothers then when they saw him they would tense up and inche closer to his brothers.

He'll notice how as time passes and as he spends more time with mc, mc becomes less tense around him more comfortable sometimes even affectionate too.

He'll try to get closer to mc by taking naps together with them if they're comfortable with him.

He gets very proud of himself when mc gets more comfortable with him.

He'll do anything to have mc more comfortable with him.

He won't know what to do if mc is overwhelmed, he'll be slightly confused so he'll call beel to comfort mc.

With some guidance from beel he'll learn how to comfort mc.

He regrets what he did and he'll try his best to have mc feel at home around him.

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.