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kittenintheden · 4 months

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sip the tea

lol I dunno it's a smutty drabble, enjoy.

Rating: E Word Count: >1k Content: 18+, temperature play, blowjob, mild cumplay

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Astarion's reading in his usual spot by the fireplace, posture relaxed, leaning his head on one hand. You approach with a steaming mug. He glances up and gives you a smile.

"What's that, love?" he says.

"Peppermint tea," you respond, setting it on the side table beside him.

He looks at it, then back at you. "Erm. Sweet, but you know I don't really drink tea. It all tastes like ash water."

"I know," you say, moving around in front of his chair and going to your knees. You run your hands up the tops of his thighs and his book droops a bit in his hand as he gives you a knowing look.

"It's not for you," you say with a smile as you go to undo his laces.

"What are you up to?" Astarion purrs as he lifts his hips for you to slide his soft trousers and smallclothes down his toned thighs. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I was making myself a cup and I had a thought," you reply, running light fingers over his cool skin, lighting up the areas over his thighs, his abdomen, his pelvis. His soft cock stirs, arousal waking. His hand falls over the side of the chair, book forgotten and dangling from his fingertips, eyes half-lidded as he watches you tease.

You hold his eye as you lean forward and take him in your mouth, encouraging him harder. Astarion gives a soft groan of approval, fingers of his free hand reaching out to play with your hair.

"Still not sure what the tea's for," he breathes. The soft skin of his cock goes taut in your mouth, his erection coming to full mast. You press your tongue firmly along the underside as you slide off of him, amusement in your eyes as you blow on his spit-slick skin.

"Ooooh," he murmurs with a lilt, his erection jumping a little at the sensation. "But why'd you stop?"

You raise an eyebrow at him and reach for your tea, the ceramic cup nearly too warm to touch, and sip a careful mouthful. It's still quite hot, but not scalding. Cooled just enough to comfortably hold it in your mouth, which you do, allowing the soft and tender flesh inside to grow warmer than your natural heat allows. The mint tingles on your tongue. Astarion watches, intrigued. You smirk as best you can with your mouth full.

Then you swallow and immediately take him fully into your mouth again.

"Holy-" Astarion growls, throwing his head back and involuntarily arching his hips up, deeper, seeking the molten heat that is your mouth, heightened even more against his own cooled skin. He hits the back of your throat and you give a small cough, a tear forming at the corner of one eye.

You pull away, saliva and his clear pre-fluid connecting your lips to the head of him, and say, "Too much?"

Astarion's chest heaves and he blows out his breath as he tilts to look down at you, an inferno in his eyes. He shakes his head.

You grin. "Good." You take another sip and go again.

He melts under you, one leg twitching a bit from overwhelm as the rest of him sinks deep into the cushions of his favorite armchair. His head lolls to the side and he pants, his tongue moving barely past his bottom teeth as he watches you work him, eyes hooded. You twist your head and swirl your tongue, warming every bit of him. Each time you pull off to reheat your mouth with more tea, you see the head of his cock swollen and flushed pinker than usual.

He whines when you leave and squirms when you return. Sweat begins to bead along his forehead.

"Darling," he whispers at last, his thighs tensing on either side of you. "Oh, darling, keep it up and I won't last another minute."

You take your time, keeping him right on the edge until you go for one last mouthful of tea, keeping a little in your mouth this time as you swallow him down. He twists his fingers in your hair and whines out a reedy, "I'm going to come, I'm going to come, I'm coming-"

And he does, salted spunk mingling with the peppermint still on your tongue. You swallow it all, helping him ride it out to the last. When you pull back, peering up at him with your mouth wet and pink, he's collapsed bonelessly in the chair, still staring out at you from half-closed eyes. His throat bobs.

Then he reaches out, quick as a blink, and palms the back of your head to bring your lips to his, his tongue delving into you to taste that last bit of mint and heat and slick.

#astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion smut #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x you #astarion gets head

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thebibliosphere · 10 months

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Going through my medical records to prepare for tomorrow’s visit with the new GI (technically already today but w/e) and I was going down the list of my conditions and noticed that MCAS has finally been added to my chart.

Who added it? My pcp Dr. Brandon.

He overrode the allergist who said I was “mistaking anxiety for anaphylaxis” (asshole🖕) and added Mast Cell Activation Disorder to my chart sometime after my last visit.

Presumably after I told him how nerve wracking it is to show up at the ER and tell them I have “probable mast cell dysfunction diagnosed by an outside specialist, your head of immunology at HPartners is just a misogynistic, gaslighting fuck and that’s why it’s not in my file.”

And Brandon just removed that hurdle for me😭😭

#chronic health tag #mcas #in this house we love and respect dr. Brandon

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linnienin · 1 year

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💄A S T E R O I D ⁕ S I R E N E ⁕(1009)💄 through the signs and degrees

Disclaimer: Take what resonates. I'm not a professional astrologer, i just am an avid researcher and i use my personal experience when writing my posts (Also, pls, don't copy my work, i spend lot of time on it, thanks)

Hello beautiful souls!

I'm back with another post on a very requested asteroid 💜

A lot of you asked me about Asteroid Sirene and how it manifests in a birth chart, and initially i answered singularly, but the requests started to get out of hand a bit for me, so i decided to create a whole post on this asteroid in different signs/aspecting different planets

I have planned other posts on this asteroid but for now I..

Hope you enjoy it!

W H A T ⁕ I S ⁕ A ⁕ S I R E N ?

⁕ In Greek mythology, sirens are humanlike beings with alluring voices

Initially descripted as half human half birds then as "sea-girls with the body of a maiden, but have scaly fishes' tails"

⁕ Etymology of the name meaning: "binder, entangler" i.e. one who binds or entangles through magic song.

This could be connected to the famous scene of Odysseus being bound to the mast of his ship, in order to resist the sirens' song.

M Y ⁕ I N T E R P R E T A T I O N :

I want to make clear that this is just my view and thoughts on this asteroid and if you know a trusted source on its meaning please link it down below, i'd be very grateful 🙏

To me Asteroid Sirene (1009) has a similar energy to Lilith but it isn't as raw and destructive, it's indeed more controlled and patient. Lilith is warm blooded while Siren is cold blooded. In our birth charts it can shows where we can become manipulative, turn to our dark side and take what we want with strategy, seduction and mischeviousness.

It can also describe our seductive aura, or how we attract and magnetize others with charm (this can be both conscious or subconscious, depending on how in tune you are with yourself, and also can depend on which sign or house you have this asteroid in)

So, are you interested in knowing how you emanate this irresistible appeal?

Keep reading 💄

S I R E N E ⁕ T H R O U G H ⁕ T H E ⁕ S I G N S :

⁕ Aries/aspecting Mars/1°,13°,25°: Bold, assertive and fearless. Doesn't matter if the rest of their chart has quiet,cutie poofie placements, when asteroid Sirene gets activated these natives becomes confident queens/kings and knows how to defend themselves. They don't lose time to get what they want, they get straight to the point and they know they didn't come to play but to win. Their seductive charm lays in how confidently they carry themselves, people see these natives as natural leaders and warriors. They carry a powerful and intense aura you just can't ignore, the types that dare to do or say things that should't be done or said (but coming from them they sounds so cool gosh). Their facial espressions are intense and animated, and draws people in.

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⁕ Taurus/aspecting Venus/2°,14°,26°: The walking sleeping beauty (lmao is she sleepwalking?). Jokes aside, here you can see how unaware these people are of their allure, and this is part of their charm too. They have such a calming and indifferent aura that makes everyone comfortable around them, and people get obsessed by this feeling of peace these natives exude that they can't have enough of. Usually they are the silent type of "Sirene", it's kind of a dormant feature in them. They are very sensual in their mannerism, and if they get to the point of being aware of how powerful they are well, it's the end of the game. They can seduce EVERYONE with their touch. The Queen Mida (oh yeah and they want that gold) 👀

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⁕ Gemini/aspecting Mercury/3°,15°,27°: Everyone's fling. Such a flirty aura. They're very smart and intellectual, and everyone find them extremely interesting, so they automatically are drawn in because they want to know more (and some people will desperately show off to get their attention, it's insane). They can get quite some hidden envy from others because of how witty they can be. These people have a way with words, when they speak everyone else shut down to listen to them. I find having Sirene asteroid in Gemini is very similar to being a Siren/Mermaid how it's described in mythology, they are very cunning when they want to, know how to play games with other's minds, they are very good at putting masks on and turn the cards in their favours. (Also, the ability of sirens to change their body features reminds me a lot of Loki in Northern Mythology which happens to be associated with Mercury) They're the true puppet master and they know it. They have light and quick movements. One minute they're near you, the next one they disappeared from your view, and this is extremely fascinating to people. It's like they can't catch them even if they try so hard.

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⁕ Cancer/aspecting Moon/4°,16°,28°: I think of these natives as the spy who pretend to play the damsel in distress, portrayed in old hollywood movies. Don't be fooled by their cute acting. They're actually quite good manipulators. People love how inviting they feel, so warm and nurturing, they have a healing aura to them. These natives makes other people feel like they need to protect them from the dangers of others. I think Sirene in Cancer can be naive at first, especially when inexperienced, but when they get their heart broken oh boy. If Gemini was the master at mind manipulation, Cancer is the master at emotional manipulation. Overall these natives can be pretty unaware of their behaviour, sometimes getting overwhelmed by their emotions, but they can also be one of the most destructive people ever when activating the Sirene energy(both to others and themselves) if they aren't in control of it.

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⁕ Leo/aspecting Sun/5°,17°,29°: OOOOH those hip swings, you can recognize them instantly from just their catwalk, it's simply hypnotizing. These people take pride in their sensuality, and they know how to use it very well. You can't escape their attention if they have claimed you to be their prey. Another go getter like Aries, but not so in your face, because even if their focus is on what they want, they'd rather give ALL the signals until what they want comes to them. Very much like: i believe, i attract. Their charm is in the way they carry themselves, so wild and raw, a power of nature, these natives hair can play a huge part when when presenting themselves to the world. One of their game tecniques is the push-pull. They enjoy a good chasing, and it's also a way for them to test you if you're worthy of their time (yeah, they have big egos, so beware of that)

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⁕ Virgo/aspecting Mercury/6°,18°: The unattainable one. Like seriously, people get obsessed over conquering the heart of this person just because of their nitpickiness and because they are unavailable 24/7. Others can get obsessed over fantasizing on these natives and creating stereotipes when they didn't even shared a conversation in the first place like...this is some powerful stuff. They naturally look so put together, when they wear basics it looks hot on them. Their seduction way is showing how skilled and talented they are, they can literally do anything when they activate the Sirene energy, they get obsessed over a thing and practice until they have mastered it (coff coff, hello... low self esteem and need of appreciation from others 👀). However, once they get some potential suitors they lowkey refuse them like they don't need them anymore, lmao, this is what drives them craaaaazy, "you did all that stuff for mee and now you're walking away? " 👁👄👁 Lemme get some morreee.

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⁕ Libra/aspecting Venus/7°,19°: The too good to be true one. They put sooo much thought and intention and effort to present themselves that everyone can't help but look at them all the time. On top of this magnificent presentation add also a flirtatious and extroverted personality that pleases literally everyone around them and BOOM, you can't excape the trap of falling for them. They have a gracious and light aura, great posture and poise, literally princesses/princes. They truly feel like royalty, they also have this natural rich people vibe if you know what i mean. The best at getting what they want in social settings, can have a very innocent vibe that people love. People pleasing is their tecnique to get what they're after. They are one of the most seductive signs in this asteroid, but they're kinda unaware of it. I mean, sure, they know they're pretty but they don't know how many hearts they rob. Even strangers gets captivated by their charming presence, most likely to have suitors telling them "it was love at first sight".

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⁕ Scorpio/aspecting Pluto/8°,20°: Heavy aura, attracts anything without even trying. They know how to make an entrance (Leos too, but Scorpios are much more subtle, and still, they get so much attention). People automatically throws themselves at these natives, all it takes is a glance and a little smirk and they living magnets. These people holds the throphy for being the MOST seductive of all the Sirene asteroid's signs . There's just something so intoxicating about them, you can't not get obsessed with them. They are the ones that has to be particularly careful of their aura because they are in this energy all the time and they attract a lot of stalkers, obsessive people, so these are (and should be) the natives that should have firm and clear boundaries. They'll find themselves stepping down at times just to calm this powerful magnetizing field around them, especially if they don't like the spotlight, but if the rest of the chart has placements that like to be the center of attention, this is surely a bombshell placement (watch out for the immense envy/jealousy from others)

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⁕ Sagittarius/aspecting Jupiter/9°,21°: Their spontaneity is contagious. They're hot and cool, and know how to talk to people. Give them a night and they will befriend literally everyone at the party, and will reap so many opportunities out of nowhere. A favourite of the masses. Sometimes they can be a little loud and can get envy/jealousy from others, probably because of a rigid opinion they have, but they surely know how to play with it, telling jokes and conquering again the trust of those that didn't like them. They have such a careless and free spirit that they literally live day by day, without worrying much about the future, and people find this extremey hot. This placement is one of the most underrated one in terms of seduction, honestly when researching for this asteroid i found many siren-like women in our history that had/have Sirene in this sign, and i think it makes sense thinking about it, because Sirens are in their natural habitat out in the wild, so there's a sense of familiarity between the native and the raw energy of Sirens.

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⁕ Capricorn/aspecting Saturn/10°,22°: The strategic and cold diva. People cannot enter their inner world and their vulnerabilities and this drives them mad and obsessed over knowing what's behind the mask. Can embrace their seductive charm later in life (probably from their 30s on). I have noticed these natives can have strong facial features that are difficult to forget. Attracts wealthy suitors, or will use their seduction to attract opportunity to get into power positions. They have an authoritative and mature aura, slow but decisive movements, can be intimidating to others, big D energy. Demanding of others and themselves. Calculating every move they make, good at getting the favour of those in charge. Could find themselves attracted to older/more mature people or they could attract them a lot. Intense, can be similar to Scorpio Sirene, but people are much more wary when approaching them (this is why usually older people are attracted to these natives, because they give off the vibe of knowing what they want)

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⁕ Aquarius/aspecting Uranus/11°,23°: The one that to seduce just have to be authentic and nonchalant. Weird in a cool way, they catch people's attentions without even knowing, but just doing their thing. Their independence and uniqueness are their strong seduction charms. They're pretty unaware of their appeal because they don't even care about seduction in the first place, they have other things that go onto their mind. Their authenticity and disinterest may not attract many suitors, but the ones that get attracted by them are genuine and shares similarities to them, so they might find even THE ONE with this non-method-method. If they're interested in seducing, they might use very peculiar and unconventional ways to do so.

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⁕ Pisces/aspecting Neptune/12°,24°: The innocent mysterious person everyone is secretly obsessed with. People will find themselves having wild fantasies on this person and not even knowing why. The way they walk and talk is smooth and divine, like they have a light surrounding themselves. Their eyes always seem to wonder around, like they're never in the present moment, and this fascinates people a lot. If they make eye contact when talking to you or listening to you, they will hypotize you 100%, even if they're not really listening or are having other thoughts. There's just something so enchanting and special about their eyes, also, often these people will have unique eyes or stunning shapes/colours (ex. Liz Taylor has Sirene in Pisces and she is known for having one of the rarest world's eye colour, purple). The least aware of their Sirene charm of all the signs.

M o r e ⁕ o b s e r v a t i o n s:

Water sirene: innocent and wandering eyes

smooth and relaxing voices

Fire sirene: fierce and sexy eyes

clear and powerful voices

Air sirene: playful and flirty eyes

high pitched, unique and chameleon voices (good at changing their tone depending on the situation)

Earth sirene: sweet and calm eyes

deep and warm voices

And you've reached the end of this post! 💄

I hope you enjoyed it, i kinda wanted to include the houses too, but i think it'd been way too long to digest, so stay tuned for another post on Sirene in the houses

Edit: I published Sirene in the houses too! Click below to read the post (i also included Celebs examples)✨

I wish you all a wonderful day ahead! ✨

Yours,

Linnie

#astro observations #astro notes #asteroid sirene #sirene asteroid #asteroid sirene through the signs

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eupheme · 5 months

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— it’s enough, it’s enough

joel miller x f!reader

Rated E - <500 words

Tags: possessive!joel, masturbation/mutual mast, thigh riding, come marking and come play

joel thinks you’re needy, but only because he can’t see himself

You take what you’ve given. That thick thigh pinned between yours, pressed snug against your bare cunt. A nudge to your core with each twist of his wrist - watching as you grind your clit where Joel’s muscles flex. Dampening his skin, coarse hair slick where you meet him.

It has to be enough for now. Clothing pushed up and shoved down, just enough room for him to slot his legs with yours as he kneels. Where they’ll return later, over sticky, stained skin - a reminder for the rest of the day.

Eyes greedy as they dip down to the sway of your tits as your hips swivel - as you take in another panting breath, caught up in the coiling pleasure.

Yours busy drifting over the expanse of his skin, scarred and dusted with dark hair. His cock slick with your saliva where his fingers wrap around. Jerking himself to the vision of you.

“So fuckin’ needy. Couldn’t wait until tonight, could you?” Joel grits through clenched teeth.

As if it has been all your idea.

You whine, forgetting about being quiet. About how little time you have before you need to move on - the reason he wasn’t buried inside you right now.

“Joel, I-” That feeling builds in you, low in your belly. Burning and twisting with each rut against his thigh, but it’s not his cock. Not his fingers, not enough.

And he needs, too. Already close from the wet swirl of your tongue. From seeing how your lips are still glossy and swollen from all but choking on him, when you had swallowed him before he fit you beneath him.

Before you tugged down your jeans, to join him. Unable to wait - ready and willing to sink your teeth into this short, desperate moment.

There’s familiar tightening in his guts, as you gaze bounces between his cock and the pull of his brow. How openly you watch and want him - need him - it’s enough, it’s enough-

Joel snarls, the hand at your waist tightening. Bruising, as he leans further - his strokes short and rough. That rough sound drawing out, turning strangled as he brings himself over the edge. His release spills warm and wet against your chest - over soft curves, arcing up towards your throat and dripping down towards your belly.

Possessive, in how he marks you. How his eyes never move from your bare skin, now painted so pretty with him. It makes you clench, trembling against the thigh that has now gone still.

“‘s okay.” His voice is low, when he’s worked himself empty. Fingers dragging slowly between your breasts. Smearing himself against you - coming back slick and shining, the flash of his teeth in a smile as they dip down.

The press of his thigh eases up, giving him just room to fit his messy fingers against your clit. Your moan is choked back, muffled behind the press of your palm.

His fingertips circle, as he sighs.

“I’ve got you.”

thanks for reading! 💕

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine

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ltwilliammowett · 3 months

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Back in the summer of 1905 the 2-masted schooner "E. M. Sawyer" wrecked on the southern tip of Monhegan Island, Maine. The moment was captured by S. P. Rolt Triscott

#tall ship #naval history #e m sawyer #1905 #schooner #wreck #age of steam

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chiriwritesstuff · 3 months

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The Girl in IT - The Deleted Scenes - Pt. 6 'The Adults are Talking' - Sweet Revenge

Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

The Scene: Remember that poll I had up for Chapter 6? It was time for Sugar and Joel to get their sweet revenge on her father, who knew that sweet, innocent Sugar had it in her? This happens at the end of Pt. 6, 'The Adults are Talking'.

Chapter Warnings: Smut (18+), Breeding Kink, Joel and Sugar do very bad things on her Daddy's desk, Established Relationship, Older Man Younger Female, Vaginal fingering, Revenge Sex (but not how you think), Joel and Sugar are fucking menaces, Almost getting caught by someone (maybe?), Improper use of bodily fluids (hehehehehe), Porn with very little plot.

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: this is just 1.3k words of pure filth. Also, you guys put it in my head that you want Suagr to call Joel Papi, so I just ran with it! Hope you all enjoy, ya filthy animals!

"Well, what are you waiting for?" you whisper, "Are you going to fuck me on my father's desk or not?"

Joel smiles, unbuttoning his shirt. "I thought you would never fucking ask, baby."

He approaches you with a cheeky smile, your ass backing into the edge of your father's desk. You perch yourself atop the surface, spreading your legs wide as Joel situates himself between them, shrugging his sage-green button-down off of his shoulders. He peers down at you, tipping your chin as he presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

"You're going to have to be real quiet for me, baby. Do you think you could do that?" His fingers graze the edge of your thong near the gusset, and if he moved his fingers over just an inch, he could easily run his fingertips along the seam of your folds-

"Jesus," he whispers, slipping his fingers under the fabric of your thong. "You're dripping," he mutters, almost sounding like it was an accusation.

"Joel. Please-" you groan silently, bending your head back as Joel slips his thick finger into you to the knuckle. "Fuck, does this get you off, being in your Daddy's study like this?"

Your eyes meet his, blown out and dark, his eyes half-mast. "As much as I would love to eat you out," he murmurs, "I don't think time is on our side, and I would rather not have your father shoot my balls off because he caught me fucking his daughter." He takes a deep breath, straightening himself, and pushes the waistband of his slacks lower, the bulge of his cock straining the fabric of his boxer briefs. "Fuck," he groans, his hand roughly grabbing his bulge as he looks at you hungrily, his brown eyes blown black. "Do you see just how much I ache for you, Sweetheart?"

Fuck. He's fucking massive.

"Yes," you pant, nodding in agreement as he pushes his boxers down, giving his cock a tentative stroke. He notches the weeping head at your entrance, his mouth finding yours as he pulls you into a kiss, towering over you as you brace yourself on your elbows. His hand grasps the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, thrusting inside of you to the hilt.

You gasp against his mouth, tipping your head back as your eyes roll in pleasure, Joel taking the opportunity to groan against your bare neck as he pumps into you steadily. "Fuck-" he snarls through his teeth, angling his hips higher as he allows you to adjust to his length. "So fucking tight, shit-"

You bob your head dumbly in response, pressing your face into his curls. He pulls out slightly as he takes another breath, one arm snaking around your back and the other gripping the desk as he thrusts back up into you, cradling you as he starts to push you up on your father's desk, almost lifting you up completely as he uses the desk as leverage, picking up the pace. His hips snap against yours sharply as the desk begins to rattle from below.

"Is it bad that I thought about this?" Joel pants, "Defiling you on your Daddy's things, making him pay for trying to keep you away from me?"

You look down at where the both of you are joined, gasping at the sight of Joel's massive cock being swallowed whole by your pussy. His shaft is glistening with traces of your slick as he continues to split you apart. Your stomach clenches at the scene, Joel groaning as your pussy sucks his shaft back inside of you.

You could hear the echoes of your father and his friends through open window in the study, still continuing on his drunken triade. Joel stills his hips against yours as he looks out the window, glaring into the vastness of the night sky. "Tell me baby," Joel stutters as he quickens his pace, the slick squelching of his thrusts filling the room, "What would your Daddy think of his little girl now, getting fucked by a dirty rich old man? Do you think he'll disown you?"

"I'm counting on it," you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pull him in for another kiss. "I only have room for one Papi right now, and he's currently balls fucking deep in me-"

"Fuck!" Joel roars, placing his hands on your hips as he starts to thrust into you slow and deep. "You can't call me that, fuck, I almost blew my load-"

"What, does my boyfriend like it when I call him Papi?" you smirk against his neck, sucking on his pulse point. He thrusts into you harshly, grabbing your hair and pulling you back as he forces you to look into his eyes.

"Is my little Mami being a brat?"

You brace yourself, one hand on the desk as the other still holds on to his neck, shifting your hips to the side as he pummels into you, his thrust becoming erractic as the both of you chase your release. "Only because you haven't given me what I want yet," you chide, "What's taking you so long? I should have been pregnant yesterday," you pout. "Make me a real Mami, Papi, please-"

"You're such a bad fucking girl, baby. Begging to be breeded on your father's desk, fuck, what happened to my sweet little Sugar? You're so fucking wet for me, its dripping down my fucking thighs-" he says in reverence, his mouth agape as he throws his head back.

"I'm so close, Papi," you rasp. Joel's fingers finding your cunt as he begins to assault your clit, his touch so fucking delicious that your pussy clenches around his cock, Joel groaning in approval.

"Look at you," Joel sighs as he takes in your shaking form, your leg wrapping around his hip. "Getting fucked in your daddy's study like a bad fucking girl, fuck you are a dream-"

"Fuck, yes-"

"Putting these ideas in my head, calling me fucking Papi-"

"Yes. Yes, harder, Papi-"

"Make me a baby, Mami, fuck, you're going to look so fucking good, walking around, round with my fucking child-"

You bury your face into Joel's shoulder, attempting to muffle your scream as you fall apart completely, your body going slack against his as he continues to pound into you, chasing his own release. Joel cradles your shaking form against him, his chest heaving as he thrusts into you once more, biting your shoulder as he comes deep and hot inside of you. "Fuck, Mami, fuck-" he shouts against your skin.

What was that? you hear through the window. Sounds like a cat in heat! your father's friend exclaims, his laugh so loud you it echoes throughout the walls. How far is this room from your neighbors? I swear I hear someone getting absolutely railed-

You laugh silently against Joel as you catch your breath. "I guess that's our cue to get the fuck out of here," you whisper, kissing Joel on the forehead. "Come on, we better get a move on before they start looking for the source of all of the noise-" Joel nods silently, placing his palms on each side of you on the desk, slipping out of you. He helps you jump off as he reaches for his slacks, pulling it up his ass as you fiddle with your dress.

"So," you ask cheekily, your head motioning to the sweat and cum that accumulated on your father's desk, a distinct imprint of your ass amongst the carnage. "Do you think you got your sweet revenge on my father?"

Joel walks over to you as he turns you around, his hand at your zipper. He slides it up your back, his breath hot and heavy against the shell of your ear. "Baby," he whispers, a smirk against your cheek. "I got my revenge the day you agreed to be mine," he chuckles, spinning you around as he presses a kiss on your forehead.

"This? it's just an added bonus."

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aethon-recs · 7 months

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Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics.

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes.

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

#tomarrymort #tomarry #harrymort #aethon recs #tomarry recs #tomarrymort recs #harrymort recs #hp fic recs #ao3 recs #fanfic recs #crack #crack recs #crackfic #tomarrymort crack

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meowzfordayz · 9 months

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NSFW Alphabet — Himejima Gyomei

Author’s Note: as w/ all headcanons, these are simply my opinions in this exact moment of writing, and are subject to change depending on the context/my mood! 😉

NSFW Alphabet — Himejima Gyomei

Himejima Gyomei x Reader

Word Count: ~2,800

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, mast!rbation, oral, size difference

MILESTONE 20.0

~faqs~

Aftercare? what they’re like after sex

Gyomei’s aftercare is very loving and very simple. You can generally expect a quick rubdown with a warm washcloth, a cool glass of water (tea if/when he has the energy), and a soft kiss to your forehead. He adores curling around you after you’ve fallen asleep, murmuring about how wonderful you (and the sex) was as he drifts off. If you don’t like being spooned, then he’s happy to wait until you get comfy, and then improvises a position that doesn’t crowd you, but is still suitable for aforementioned murmurings of sweet nothings.

Body Part? their favorite body part(s)

Gyomei absolutely adores your cheeks (not those ones 😆). How squishy they feel when you grin, how warm they feel after you orgasm, and how lewd they feel with his cum on them; he’d do anything to hear you giggle—pinching your cheek between his thumb and index finger—and always goes the extra mile to ensure they’re hot to the touch after fucking you. ☺️

From listening to Gyomei’s heartbeat, hand slipped underneath his shirt to scratch lightly at his tiny patch of chest hair; to digging your fingernails into his sternum as you ride him, crescents indenting his skin, your movements gradually slowing, needy mewl barely spilling from your lips before he’s gripping your hips, forearms flexed and ready to bounce you on his cock. From gently patting his bum while he’s brushing his teeth, giggling when he raises an amused eyebrow; to gripping his ass, low whine caught in your throat as he fucks the air out of your lungs, trying to tell him T-too deep even as you guide his thrusts further and harder into your cunt, reasonable thoughts i.e. I can barely breathe replaced by cockdrunk whimpering i.e. G-gyomei, pleasepleasep-please! His chest and ass are both Netflix 🥰 and chill 😏 worthy.

Cum?

While cumming on your face is HOT (Gyomei loves the contrast of how slick and filthy his cum feels on your skin as he traces the outline of your smile), he often manages to get some in your eye(s) 😬, so he tends to opt for your stomach instead. He gets the same satisfaction of feeling his cum slip and squelch, without the guilt of imagining your red, irritated eye(s). That being said, you don’t even have to beg to get him to cum on your face; a breathy, “Please baby, cum on my face,” will do the trick every time.

Dirty Secret? shh

Wants to make you cry (during sex, of course). 🫢 Not from pain, but from the sheer ecstasy and overwhelming sensation of being completely and utterly filled with and surrounded by him. A fragment of Gyomei always holds back while fucking you, because he’s well aware of his size, and sheathing even just half of himself in your pussy is enough to make him tear up. But to make you cry? To feel your tears wetting his thumbs as he caresses your cheeks? To hear your breathy moans of F-fuck and S-so much and G-gyomei, c-can feel you e-everywhere… What he would give to taste the salty sweetness of your love for his cock as he thrusts himself in till his groin is flush and hot against your pelvis.

Experience? their level of experience

Initially, Gyomei’s inexperienced—and somewhat timid about testing the waters—but he’s willing to dip his toe in, then his ankle, and then dive in deep for you. He considers experience to be less about how much he’s done or explored, and more about how well he knows you. So what if he’s never tried impact play or anal? He knows where to stroke to hear you gasp, where to nibble to hear you giggle, and when to hesitate to hear you whimper — surely that’s all the experience he needs? Albeit, he isn’t necessarily a natural, and definitely appreciates lots of praise and reassurance to guide him; sex is a journey, not a race. 🩶

Favorite Position?

Gyomei LOVES when you ride him. ☺️ It’s easier for you to set the pace, allows you to take as much or as little of him as you feel up to, and he’s got the forearms and biceps to bounce you for days should your thighs ever give out. Along with logistical ease, he revels in the moments when you tire, your tits smooshing into him as you collapse atop his sweaty chest, soft huffs and moans caressing his collarbones while he fucks into you. Your fingertips cling needily to his sides, strong arms cradling and rocking you — a tender embrace in stark contrast to the lewd squelch of your hole clenching greedy and swollen around him.

Goofy? their sense of humor

He isn’t the ~funniest guy during sex, but Gyomei isn’t exactly serious either. He’s passionate and fluid; focused more so on your pleasure and feeling close to you than anything else. When any fumbles, queefs, or farting occur, he’s sure to let out a good natured chuckle, and perhaps even a gentle teasing remark (usually toward bad smelling toots haha), but then he’s straight back into getting your toes to curl, your laughter trailing off in favor of gasping for breath.

Hair? pubes maintenance

Shaving isn’t the easiest task for him, but Gyomei understands a mouthful of hair isn’t usually desirable when going down on someone. 😅 Therefore, he trusts you with the soap and razor, inwardly praying that you don’t accidentally knick his balls throughout the process. 🙃

Intimacy? their degree of intimacy

To Gyomei, sex isn’t a chore, routine, or even an adventure; it’s the closest thing to heaven, a drop of water in a desert, as dear to him as a kiss on the forehead. His intimacy shines through, not in rose petals on the bed or candles flickering in a darkened, sultry bedroom, but in keeping the lights on so you can see him better. In telling you precisely how wonderful you feel. In urging you to vocalize your pleasure, your discomfort, your trust in him. To Gyomei, intimacy is a verb — a conscious act of bonding, losing, and finding oneself.

Jack Off? masturbation

Masturbation is often far from Gyomei’s mind; he’s more likely to enjoy mutual masturbation than touch himself alone. He doesn’t abstain out of fear or shame, and in fact experiences boners at a relatively normal rate i.e. in the morning, at random moments throughout the day, and at night if sleep eludes him — he simply doesn’t feel an aching need to relieve himself of physical lust, and prefers to allow it to subside naturally.

Kink? ~specific turn ons

Gyomei doesn’t explicitly nor consciously consider himself to have a size kink, but there is something thrilling about how ragged and breathless you sound with half of his cock sheathed in your pussy — let alone all of him. He’s fond of your fingernails, tiny crescent indents etched into his skin as he works himself into you, hips steady and patient, lest he accidentally hurt you from moving too quickly. And when you whimper lowly, words slow to surface, gaze shimmering with both pleasure and pain, “G-gyomei, you’re s-so big, f-fuck! S’t-too much!” it’s all he can do to refrain from nudging your legs further apart, anxious to watch his cock bully itself into your swollen, pulsating heat. Of course, he checks in to ensure he isn’t actually too much for you, reassurances honeyed and soft—“You’re doing so well for me, my love. Just a little more to go.”—despite the relentless push of his tip and blatant lie (there’s a lot more to go 😵‍💫). Once his hips are flush against your ass (a process that takes upward of five minutes, and plenty of lube), he presses a hot, greedy palm to your lower abdomen, searching for the telltale sign that he’s truly filled your aching hole to its brim, groaning quietly when he feels just how deeply he penetrates you… sooo he totally has a size kink.

Location? where they prefer to have sex

In bed. Specifically yours, his, or the bed you share (if you live together). It’s sturdy, familiar, and accommodates you both (Gyomei’s 7’2” aka ~218cm, so you’d need a sizeable car/shower/couch/etc for other locations to be anywhere near as convenient or comfortable as a bed).

Motivation? ~general turn ons

Hard work and knowing when to ask for help. On one hand, Gyomei’s strongly attracted to those who seek to earn what they’re given. This doesn’t necessarily mean someone who’s overly ambitious, or even someone who’s constantly productive — it’s more so an appreciation for the inherent gratitude and humbleness of those who don’t take anything for granted. It may sound silly, but simply hearing you talk about your day, your dreams, what you’ve accomplished and what you’re still working on, can get him going, “That sounds wonderful, darling. I’m proud of you!” <— as he not so subtly begins kissing along the back of your shoulders and neck. On the other hand, he’s also a giver and protector, and is more than willing to go down on you, make love to you, kiss you until you’re boneless and finally tired, “Let me help you, my heart. You can fall apart with me, I’m here for you.” <— as he coaxes another trembling orgasm from you, his hand slotted determinedly between your thighs, fingers curling filthy, delicious noises from your cunt, your back leaned cozy and safe into his chest, his legs caging your body in a warm, sensual haze. Getting to both reward your hard work, as well as support you through difficult, painful, sad, and/or slow times is certainly pleasurable for Gyomei, and not just sexually.

No? turn offs

Gyomei isn’t a huge fan of verbal degradation or physically rough sex. He finds the sensuality and overstimulating aspects of sex more than enough—Look at me, my love, look at me as I stretch out your pussy… hm, opening your gorgeous mouth for me? It’s too much? You’re so beautiful—without adding aggressive verbal/physical intensity. Besides, the girth and length of his cock more than make up for his disinclination toward faster and harsher thrusts — you’re already being split in two, regardless of how quickly it happens. 😉

Oral? giver or receiver

While primarily a giver—Gyomei’s never felt so vulnerable and weak and happy to die than when he’s suffocating between your thighs—there’s something special about watching you flick your tongue around the tip of his cock, his precum shiny on your lips as you smile at him. “Enjoying yourself?” he rasps, light fingers carding through your hair, following the rhythm of your licks. “Mhm,” you giggle fondly, blowing warm air along his shaft, “You’re so pretty.” He groans softly at your compliment, his cheeks pink as he tugs at your hair, beckoning you upward for a kiss, “C’mere darling, let me taste myself.”

Pace?

Slow and steady wins the race, and no micro tears is a bonus! 😂 If you beg, “Please Gyomei, please fuck me faster, please, please, I’m begging you,” then he miiight hurry by 0.00001% of his current pace 😃, but he’s just not in a rush — to the point of dissolving you into impatient, needy whines (and he lowkey lives for your whining 😌).

Quickie? a fan or not-a-fan

Sorry not sorry, but Gyomei’s too large for quickies to be realistic (unless you want to be in genuine pain later). If you’re fine with literally just the tip, then he can work something out, but otherwise? Nah. Not to mention, the art of the quickie tends to lack the slow drag and intimacy that he so deeply craves.

Risk? their risk tolerance

Gyomei’s risk tolerance… well… he’s got very little. 😆 He knows he’s more than capable of protecting you from any undesirable consequences, but he’d rather avoid having to shield your naked body from startled eyes in the first place. If, however, you initiate risky behavior (i.e. stroking his thigh in a calculating manner while dining out for dinner), then he’ll play along… usually ending with him slamming way more bills than necessary on the table, and then passionately ushering you out of the restaurant. 😏

Stamina?

As long as he doesn’t cum, Gyomei’s stamina is through the roof. BUT, the moment he cums, it’s over — don’t expect an immediate round two. He’s more than happy to help you continue cumming with his fingers or tongue, but intercourse itself is no longer on the table. Fortunately, his tells are pretty obvious—I’m going to cum soon is about as obvious as it gets—and he never minds being edged ~a lil if it means prolonging your pleasure and enjoyment.

Toys?

Gyomei’s fine with you owning toys, and loves perusing for new items and treats with you, but he prefers for you to use them only when he’s unavailable. He treasures the process of preparing, stretching, and warming your body for his cock with his own two hands, ten fingers, and one tongue, and introducing lifeless materials into the fray just doesn’t appeal to him. That being said, if you decide to spend the day with a vibrator in your underwear or a butt plug to expediate the evening’s agenda… he’s not going to complain. 😌

Unfair? how they feel about teasing/being teased

Gyomei doesn’t consider himself a tease, although his preferred pacing often makes it feel like he does, nor does he care much for being teased. If you want him, then you want him. If you don’t, then you don’t. He knows teasing isn’t actually a game, and he isn’t turned off or offended by it — it’s just a little confusing for him at times. 😅

Volume?

Soft groans and adoring filth at a volume ~just loud enough for you to process. Sometimes Gyomei’s voice will raise slightly, but never sharpen in tone, and only because you’re too cockdrunk to hear him otherwise, and he needs you to hear him. He needs you to hear how desperately and sweetly he desires you; needs you to hear how complete and gone you get him; the faint tremor in his voice telling you just how incredible and indulgent your pussy feels. A low groan buried in the softness of your shoulder, his cock sunk halfway into your heat, large hands gripping your waist with unbearable tenderness as he murmurs Gosh I missed this, missed you so much, so so much. You can’t tell if he’s talking to you or your cunt. Probably both.

Wild Card?

Gyomei’s senses are so fine tuned that he doesn’t exactly get the point of sense deprivation for himself, but he’ll blindfold you every so often (with your consent, of course) — an action that emphasizes and heightens the precision and intensity of how he makes love to you. You always wonder if he feels the same way as you do, goosebumps raising on your breasts as he slowly swirls his tongue around your nipple, or if he’s so accustomed to darkness and familiar with your movements that few things you do can surprise him. Regardless, he can certainly surprise you, a soft whimper floating between you as he begins gently sucking on the underside of your jaw, steady fingers lifting your head to grant him better access to your warm skin.

X-ray?

Gyomei is Big™. Approximately 10 inches when fully erect with a squishy, bulbous tip and balls proportionally large and heavy. They’re difficult to fit in your mouth; you’ve definitely tried, and nearly accidentally chomped ‘em due to laughing at the impossibility of the mission. His cock isn’t necessarily aesthetic (thanks to its size, it’s lowkey more monstrous than pretty 🥴), but it’s visually stunning (~stunning as in, Ohmyfuck how am I gonna fit that in my vagina?! 😭).

Yearning? sex drive

Gyomei’s sex drive is consistent. ☀️ He appreciates getting to have sex at least once a week, but doesn’t need more than twice to feel fulfilled. If you initiate, then he’ll rarely decline, albeit he may request to stick to foreplay and your orgasms if you initiate multiple days in a row (with great cock comes great responsibility; with such a big battery he needs ample time to properly recharge 🪫🔋😂).

Zzz?

Gyomei stays up quite a while after you’ve fallen asleep post coitus, usually reading (Braille)/listening to an audio book, or simply and literally staring at you. 👀 He’s certainly tired and always sated, but prefers easing into post nut clarity — more of a slow fade to ~reality versus a jolting switch from being Horny™ to Not Horny™. If you’re having trouble falling asleep, then he’s more than content to partake in pillowtalk, whether it be about how the sex was, what your plans are for the next day, or planning your future engagement and wedding (assuming you desire marriage). 💞

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avocado-writing · 3 months

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What if after the dance scene Wyll wasn’t as much of a ~gentleman~ and put his Disney prince persona aside for one night???

pairing: wyll x reader

rating: E

words: 1.3k

Pt1

You are lovely.

Ever since you convinced him to come to this party he hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you. You were as good as your word about your performance, hopping up on a crate repurposed as a stage and pouring your heart into your lute - all the time throwing him glances and winks. It made him hot under the collar, and not for the first time Wyll is glad that his new demonic features make it more difficult to detect a blush.

You danced with him as much as the other partygoers would let you. Harmless little ballroom-adjacent two-steps to start with, getting more joyous as the night went on; you made him help you teach the children how to dance a weave and he thrilled every time your hands brushed together. By the end of the night your arms were looped around his neck, face sleepily tucked into his shoulder as you moved together to the memory of music.

He is so glad he didn’t spend the night alone by the river.

But gods, he is suffering.

Eventually he manages to pull himself away from you under the guise that he’s going to retire for the evening. This seems plausible enough: it is late after all and most people have settled down, nodding-off children carried in the arms of adults for one more night of safe slumber before a long journey to Baldur’s Gate. The party seems to be over.

That is not the reason he hides.

Wyll has been spending the last half an hour desperately trying to hide the fact he’s hard from you. At half-mast at least, and the feeling of you up against him… gods, of your body pressed to his…

He knows it would be improper to do what he longs to do: drag you to his bedroll and spend all night worshipping you with his tongue, his hands, his cock. There is a decent way to do these things and he has too much respect for you to ask for it otherwise. That doesn’t change the fact that he’s aching in his trousers, though, so he bids you goodnight, ignores the bittersweet look in your eye as he heads off, and practically legs it to his tent.

The second the fabric of the door comes down behind him, he unlaces his fly and slips out, taking himself in his hand and trying not to groan.

He can still smell you on him. Whatever scent you wear is rich and sweet, like freshly spiced apple cider. He can feel the ghost of your touch on his skin, not shying away like he was worried you would after Mizora wrecked him, but leaning into him with love.

He begins to move his hand up and down his cock, using the other to clamp over his mouth. Despite everything he still wishes that it was your fingers doing this, not his own, and he begins to rut properly into his own palm, gods, yes, just a little sigh of your name and…

“Wyll I wanted to ask– oh.”

His head snaps around. There you are, door falling closed as you’ve entered his tent, eyes on where he’s fisting himself. Ears pricked to the moan he just let out.

His mouth goes slack. Fire floods his face.

“Gods, I am so, so sorry, I never meant for you to…”

But you don’t look disgusted. In fact, he can see the way a smile is pulling at the corners of your mouth, the way you’re approaching him, closing the small distance and then oh god there is your hand over his.

“Can I help? Please?” you ask, wide eyed and sincere. It is a punch to the gut, stealing his breath, stealing his breath, and Wyll cannot form words to properly answer.

You should not do this. They are worth waiting for, doing this properly, his head reasons.

But his soul cries out for you, so he nods. Maybe it is not so bad to give into temptation.

Your lips capture his in a searing kiss and suddenly it is your hand on his cock, not his, and gods it is wonderful. You stroke him languidly, fingers curious to explore the ridges his body has gained since Mizora’s curse. He feels you smile as your tongue meets his.

“Oh, Blade of Frontiers,” you whisper, “this is a mighty fine weapon…”

He laughs, and it breaks some of the tension, encouraging him to kiss you more fiercely. He lets himself rut a little into your hand. You are good, so so good, and he wants you like he’s never wanted anything before. He needs you more than he needs air, and oh gods when you reach up to stroke one of his horns –

Wyll gasps at the shock of pleasure which lightnings through him. You pull back, eyes wide in the fear that you might have done something wrong.

“Those are… sensitive,” he manages through gritted teeth. You get a devilish look on your face.

“What a wonderful revelation,” you sigh, and then the two of you are no longer standing, you’re lying on his bedroll together. Clothes come off in a desperate scramble of hands from two people who have been wanting this since they met, and have no reason not to indulge each other. Wyll flips you onto your back and you let out a little yelp of enthusiasm, arching your body up into his touch as he slide his cock along the fold of your thigh and hip. His leg meets your sex and you groan at it, the friction mutually delicious.

“Tell me you want this. If you desire me to stop, I will. I will wait for as long as you want me to,” he says between kisses. You wrap your arms around his neck and meet his eyes, sincere even when blown wide with lust.

“I want this. I want you,” you whisper, and his cock finds your entrance and slides in. You throw your head back in rapture as he begins to cant his hips, sliding in a little more each time until he he fully sheathed. The hot clench of you is delicious, it is heaven, and Wyll has to put all of his effort into making things slow and sweet like you deserve rather than losing himself in you.

Your hands are everywhere. His back, his face, oh gods his horns, hanging onto him in desperation as he begins to fuck you in earnest. The thick head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside you, the ridges given to him popping in and out of your hole with every thrust and driving you wild. This form might have been put upon him as a punishment but the two of you are enyoing every second of it here.

When your legs wrap around his waist, ankles crossed to drive him in deeper, he knows he is not long. You have devoured him, his soul and body, he is dedicated to you - he has never felt this way about someone before. As his hand reaches between your bodies to stroke you he pictures what he wants to give you: a lovely house, a happy marriage, as many children as the two of you can handle –

He spills inside you as your hole flutters around him, and you come all over his thighs. He silnces your orgasm with another kiss, and as the two of you return to the world he holds you tightly in his arms.

“Was that alright?” is all he can think to ask, and you laugh. Half because that is a silly question, he is still inside you right now, and half because you’ve been wanting this with your whole being since you first met him.

“More than alright. I’d have you, Wyll, in every way I can, forever. If you let me.”

His grin is felt against your mouth in his kiss.

“I do.”

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jellys-compendium · 3 months

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V - NSFW Alphabet

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Cw: smut, sexual objectification, restraints, toys, and other things that come with the NSFW alphabet. A/n: The NSFW alphabet for V has arrived woooo! I had a blast writing these. To me, V isn't your typical sex god that we tend to see a lot in erotic writings. It was very refreshing and a treat for me to write about a character that doesn't exactly fit into the whole "plows you into the mattress for 5 hours" trope.

V - SFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

V is quite cuddly after sex and he is attentive with his aftercare. He will bring you whatever you need without complaint, whether it be a glass of water, a snack, some more blankets, or a towel to clean up. That man is at your beck and call.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

V's favorite body part on both you and him is your hands. For him, he likes his hands because they can be used to bring you pleasure--to caress you gently or to plunge into your swollen and slippery pussy, angling his lithe and talented fingers just right to bring you orgasm after orgasm. As for you, V loves your hands because of you use them for such beautiful things. To sign language, create art, and hold him. But V's absolute favorite thing about your hands is how they claw into his back whenever he's inside you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves the sight of his cum decorating your skin. While V loves to come inside you, he also cannot deny that rush of pleasure that courses through him when he sees his cum dripping down your folds, painting your stomach and thighs, glistening on your flushed cheeks and pouty lips.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh to be tied up and at your mercy. The desire of being roped and gagged by you, laid down on the bed and at your utter mercy as he encourages you with his gaze to straddle his hips and use his cock to your hearts content. V has a bit of a fetish for being used by you. He wants you to take your pleasure from him, to use his body to make yourself feel good, while he sits back and watches.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

V is not very experienced when it comes to sex. But his eagerness to please you more than makes up for it. He's receptive to your guidance and a quick learner. It's actually crazy how fast he learned and mapped the sensitive parts of your body. How to quickly he figured out how to make you writhe and arch and cry out his name as you squirt all over the bedsheets.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. V's a romantic, and he loves looking in your eyes whenever the two of you are making love. Being able to also feel your arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer as he sinks his cock all the way inside you? Heaven.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

As I mentioned in the SFW alphabet, V has a bit of a dorky sense of humor. It wouldn't surprise me if he threw in a little joke or a teasing remark in during sex. V loves not only the sound of your moans and cries, but also the beautiful sound of your laughter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

V maintains himself down there, although he doesn't have a lot of hair to begin with so he doesn't need to shave. Just a slight trim to keep things neat and he's good to go.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

This man is a hopeless romantic. Oh boy, let me count the ways in which this man shows his affections for you during the act. Spoiling you from head to toe with adoring kisses, fingers painting the shape of your body as they worship each groove, curve, and imperfection--the whisper quiet praise that falls from his lips. To V you are the most precious thing in his life, and he needs you to understand that fact to the very depths of your soul.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

V's not really in the habit of jacking off. He much prefers to come to you whenever he's in the mood. However, that being said, should you and V be separated for a time he does get pent up, and he has to find a little private moment to himself. He's usually quick about it, fisting his dick in a tight grip, groaning as he imagines you bouncing on it--your tight pussy milking him so sweetly as you come.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like I mentioned before, V's got a bit of a sexual objectification kink. He loves you and trusts you and wants you to use his body to satisfy your own desires. Whether that be his cock, his fingers, or his face, V is sooo ready to give you free reign. Outside of the sexual objectification kink though, V also has a bit of a hand kink. Even the most fleeting of thoughts of your pretty little fingers wrapping around his cock makes his breath draw short.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

V prefers privacy so that he can more leisurely make love to you. He wants to savour you, and quickies in an alley or in the DMC van (while enjoyable) isn't his preferred way to have you. V would much prefer to have you naked, spread and waiting for him in the comfort of your shared bed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sight of your naked body is the quickest and more sure fire way to turn V on. But you can also get V going with a sultry glance, a suggestive smile, gliding your hand along the expanse of his tattooed skin.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

V is not interested in bringing you pain. While he realizes that for some, pain can be just as intoxicating and welcomes as pleasure, he cannot bear the thought of hurting you. To V, your body is a temple for his reverence and worship--never to be marred by a violent or cruel hand.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

V is undoubtedly a giver. That man could spend hours between your thighs, dining on the sweetness of your arousal if you let him. When it comes to skill, V wasn't particularly skilled at going down on you at first. But with a little gentle instruction, V now makes your legs tremble and give out with only a few swipes of his talented tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and sensual for the most part. V can go faster and treat you a little roughly if you would like, but he much prefers to slowly have you come apart his arms. Turning you to putty in his hands as he slowly and masterfully guides you towards that exquisite release.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not the biggest fan of quickies, but you won't ever see V saying "no" at any opportunity to feel your sweet and tender skin against his own. To bask in how your body arches and then softens against his own.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

V is open minded, and he does like to explore with you in the bedroom. He's always interested in trying different positions or indulge you with different kinks and scenarios. When it comes to risks, V isn't that interested in semi-public or public sex or with being caught. He feels that your intimate moments between the two of you should stay private.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

V's stamina is below average I would say. He's usually spent after one round. Given how his body loses its strength more and more with each passing day, it's really no surprise. But you are unbothered by it and V's lack of stamina certainly doesn't stop him from letting you leave the bed unsatisfied. Just because V's too exhausted for one more round, doesn't mean he can't make you come in other ways. On his fingers, using his mouth, or even toys. Speaking of which...

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

V loves to use toys on you. He's always eager to learn about new ways that he can make you come. Bullet vibes, anal plugs, and dildos are some of his favorite toys to pleasure you with. V's favorite though? Using multiple on you at once while also satisfying you with his cock. A plug lovingly nestled in your ass, coupled with a vibe massaging your clit and this throbbing length stuffing your pussy full? Nevermind that V isn't one for multiple rounds, you'll be exhausted after just one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

V is certainly a tease, but he's not one to leave you hanging. He's more of a flirtatious tease when it comes to foreplay and the build up to sex. Once he's inside you though, it's becomes all about making you feel good however quickly or slowly you want.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's relatively quiet, but V makes the sweetest and most adorable little sounds whenever he's feeling good. The airy moans and soft sighs that tumble from his lips are like music to your ears, and you're always thirsty for more. V's a little embarrassed about the sounds that he makes though, so it's really only in the throes of passion that you hear them the most.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

V's quite sensitive and sometimes he has a habit of coming a little too early (especially if it's been a while since the two of you have made love). The two of you usually just laugh it off though, teasing one another with light hearted quips as V works his fingers into you to finish the job.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

V's dick is average sized, and it's one of the prettiest dicks you've ever seen. A soft pink head, coupled with his smooth shaft and an adorable little mole that decorates the underside of it. V is certainly pleasant to look at and play with.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive ranges from standard to low depending on how his body is holding up. While V enjoys sex greatly, to him it's one of the many ways in which he can show his affection towards you. Cuddling with you under the covers, opening his heart up to you with hushed whispers in the dead of night--all of these are ways in which V reveals his yearning for you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

V doesn't tend to fall asleep right away after sex. Usually you're the first one that slumber takes, leaving V a quiet opportunity to trace your body with his hands. Admiring the work of art that is you.

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the-starryknight · 1 month

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last lines of longest fics

thank you for this tag, dear @magpiefngrl <3 this was an interesting exercise! of course, few of my fics are all that long, but some patterns emerge here nonetheless.

A Room Up There (And You In It) (drarry, T, 60k) It felt glorious. It felt right. It felt like home.

Meet Me at Midnight (drarry, T, 57k) Draco smiled, eyes crinkling. "Good morning, Harry."

“Good morning.”

Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon (drarry, M, 17k) The gallery entry was filled with a team of half a dozen Aurors at minimum. Harry cast first, hands moving, sending a powerful Protego around them.

And they were off. Back into the fray.

Sleight of Hand (drarry, E, 15k) “Like I said,” Malfoy drawled, eyes over the coffee cup to Harry, steely gray and deeper, more serious than they had been so far. “We make great allies.”

Saltwater Stain (drarry, M, 9k) The water spray intensified, blue-green and wrong coming from the showerhead. Harry reached for the door behind them but found it locked. Draco took his hand; they were one, unbreakable.

Harry held him. What could it possibly offer them? They were together, a sturdy mast to weather any storm. The scent of saltwater filled the room, seaweed gurgling in the drain.

Split Figs in Summer (drarry, E, 8k) Under the sky full of glittering stars, Harry whispered a promise into his skin, “We’ll work on tomorrow together.”

Any Way You Slice It (wolfstar, E, 6k) He kissed me then, tasting like butterbeer and oranges and the June sun, and I would swear the world just held its breath for us. There was no war, no noise. Just the wind ruffling through his scruffy hair, and his hands on my hips, and his lips on my nose. Just the two of us.

The Art of the Matter (drarry, E, 6k) Draco pushed Harry onto the bed with a final shove and Harry went willingly, joyfully even, laughing as Draco knelt between his trousered-legs. Draco smiled at that too, skin singing with the thrill of their success. He kissed Harry with no hesitation, smiling into the kiss. Draco murmured against his skin, “As if I could ever be finished with you.”

Of Mirrors, Myths, and Men (drarry, E, 5k) “You’re beautiful,” Harry said, kissing his forehead. “I didn’t realize how much I wanted you till I started looking.”

I thought mates were a myth. Like the glass knitting itself back together, Draco thought they must belong like this, two shattered halves made whole. As if in any universe, they’d end up right back here, naked and breathless on the hardwood floor, a wing curled over Harry’s sleeping back.

“And now?”

“Now, I’m never going to stop.”

Surface Texture (Harry/Teddy, E, 5k) For the first time, I feel confident in asking. He wants me, and I him, and inside these doors, we have each other. Maybe I’ll draw us like this next, laid out together on the carpet, skin singing the same song.

patterns: evidently, I like ending with them lying together in bed/on the floor, or in an ambiguous "something more is about to happen but the central plot has been resolved" with no real in-between. lots of ending dialogue! there's even more of that in some of the shorter ones -- maybe a quality of my preference for the shorter form? something i'll be thinking about.

tagging whomever wants to play along! have at it, tag me if you feel like it.

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