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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Sweet Girl (Daddy!Ghost x F!Brat!Reader)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Edging/Orgasm Denial, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Creampie, Clit Play, Manhandling, Squirting, Uses of "Daddy" and "Baby Girl" Word Count: 1,126

Summary: Simon edging his girl. ;)

Author's Note: I woke up and chose horny today. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Reader is a soldier in 141 (undefined rank).

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“Simon, please,” you wheezed, hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. He pumped his cock into you slowly, his thick length dragging across your soaked, sensitive walls. You felt everything: every vein, every ridge of his shaft, every dip and curve of his tip as he pushed himself in and out of you. Simon’s chest rumbled as he observed your pouting lip and misty eyes. God, he loved it when you were completely cockdrunk like this.

“No can do, lovie,” Simon growled as he spread your legs even wider with his rough hands. You gasped, limbs softening like putty in his palms. He's been edging you for an hour straight, bringing you to the precipice of your high only to snatch it away at the last second.

You gained his ire after you shared one too many flirty quips with Johnny after a mission. Simon knew you were a good soldier, a good girl...his girl. But every so often, you'd get that mischievous glint in your eye and do something that made his resolve snap in half. Today was one of those days. The way you batted your lashes and played with your hair when you spoke to Sergeant MacTavish made something feral burn and rise within him. Later, after both of you stepped through the door of Simon's quarters, he led you to the couch.

You squeaked when he suddenly ripped your pants and panties off with his bare hands. Your legs were spread wide as your hips were pulled to rest on the edge of the middle cushion. You shuddered when your lower lips grazing over his clothed erection. Simon was determined to mark you, to cover you in hickeys and bitemarks until your body looked like a tapestry woven of purple and red. He wanted to see you unravel beneath him, to drown in a pool of pure ecstasy as he filled you to the brim with his hard length.

But there was something else. Yes, you were his good, sweet girl...but you still acted rashly today. And rash actions are cause for some form of discipline.

"This isn't easy for me, too," Simon huffed as he continued his slow, agonizing pace. You moaned out something incoherent, mind turned to mush from his cock relentlessly molding your cunt to the shape of it. "I want to cum inside this perfect cunt so badly," Simon grunted, his hands roughly squeezing the inside of your thighs. "But daddy's gotta teach you a lesson," he panted with a dark gaze.

Your thighs quaked as your walls suddenly fluttered around his girth, some of your slick bubbling where your sexes were snugly joined. Simon immediately paused, knowing that you were so close to your sweet release. You pound your fists on the couch cushions next to you as your lips curled into a sneer.

“SIMON!” you whined, your legs coming up to wrap themselves around his lower back. He eyed you, his mask pulled up just enough for you to see a shit-eating grin cross his stubbled face. You felt like you were being torn apart at the seams, your core tight and painful as it wound into a searing knot.

“Yes, love?” your boyfriend piqued. More tears were pushed from your eyes as he ever so slightly bucked his hips forward. A hot bolt of bliss struck through your cunt, causing you to whimper. Everything felt more sensitive, each of your nerve endings lit on fire from your orgasm being denied again and again and again.

“I need to cum, need to cum so so bad!" you pleaded, resisting the urge to spear yourself on his cock. Simon scanned you, taking in how you were nearly folded in half, how your breasts jiggled each time you drew in a deep breath. He hummed.

“Think you’re ready to be my good girl again, hm?” Simon grunted, his fingers slipping from your thigh to rest just above your bundle of nerves. You nodded your head, nearly hitting his broad chest from how harsh your movements were.

“YES! Yes, I’m ready to be a good girl. Please daddy, please let me cum!” you sobbed. Simon clicked his tongue as he positioned himself, his fingers pushing down on your clit.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he groaned. Before you knew it he was pistoning his dick in and out of your sopping wet cunt. You keened and clenched your hands on his muscular forearms, your nails pressing deep marks into his tattooed skin. He drew deep, slow circles around your clit. You drooled as his hard cock turned your insides into mush, each drag of his length sending you plummeting into a euphoric tension. “Come on, baby girl. You can do it. Cum for me,” he growled with a sharp snap of his hips as his other hand pressed down on your lower belly.

You released an ear-piercing wail as your body shook, a bright light drowning your vision. Your orgasm tore through you like a tidal wave, brutally battering you with surge after surge of violent bliss. Simon’s voice was muffled, your mind overwhelmed with the warm sensation flooding every inch of your trembling body. Your walls sucked in his cock so tightly, drawing him in closer to your womb as he stilled inside of you. Your pussy was an absolute mess: puffy lips swollen, your hole stretched wide as you squirted over your thighs and Simon’s rough abdomen.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” you heard his muffled voice gasp. You blinked slowly, the room spinning as your vision came back to you. His hand was still leaning on your stomach, cock twitching as it released the last few strings of warm cum into your spasming pussy. You squealed when his teeth grazed your neck before he pressed hungry kisses up to your lips. You latched your arms around his neck while he picked you up and spun the both of you around. He sat down on the couch, keeping you on his lap. Simon sighed as your pussy hugged and warmed his cock. You blushed at the feeling of his cum trickling from where he kept himself plugged into you.

“Did so well, baby. Look at how wet you were for daddy,” Simon murmured as he guided your chin to look down. You gasped at the mess you’ve made. Your eyes widened at the sight of his soaked V-lines, your slick dribbling down into the dark patch of hair that rested above his sheathed length. You dipped your head into his shoulder, a red heat burning from your cheeks to the tips of your ears. Simon chuckled, bringing you into a tight embrace.

“Such a sweet girl…my girl,” he whispered softly.

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snailsgoingdowntown · 1 year

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Guilt Tripping - Yan! Diluc

Yandere Diluc x Fem! Reader

part 1 of the “Baby Trapping” series

Warnings: Toxic relationship, general yandere themes, guilt tripping (I think), emotional manipulation, slight victim blaming (I think?), drugging, implied future physical violence (Not towards reader), possessive and obsessive thoughts and behavior, overprotectiveness, overbearing actions, controlling actions/mindset, unhealthy and toxic mindset, paranoia, implied Yandere! Albedo (Towards a different reader of perhaps the same mini-series of this).

Not sfw warnings: Baby trapping, dub-c0n/non-c0n, unprotected sEx, cumming inside without permission, unconsensual and unethical use of aphrodisiacs, vaginal fingering, clothed grinding, loss of virginity (both parties and totally didn't forget to add this warning until now)

Diluc is straight up gaslighting himself in this. He’s aware of how awful he is but keeps justifying it lmao.

Please tell me if I missed any warnings that are needed.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT condone any of the toxic behavior and thoughts that may take place in this work of fiction. None of this should be romanticize or even considered normal as it is very toxic and very dangerous. If you find yourself in such a situation, please seek help if able to.

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Word count: 5134k

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Diluc was aware that he could be… overbearing, at times. He’s aware that his presence can be suffocating, that he can be a bit delusional at times, and that he’s a bit controlling when it comes to you. But be doesn’t mean to do that on purpose – you just manage to bring out both the worse and the best out of him.

Whether or not you’re aware of that fact is up for debate.

He’s been preparing for the day you snap and talk back, or to take some ‘much needed’ space from the relationship. He can’t deny that your sanity is slowly withering away the more you deal with him. Again, he doesn’t mean to make you so stressed.

He just wants what’s best for you, as long as you come back into his arms. There are understandings at times, where you listen instead of charging away like a bull. He knows that you know he cares deeply for you, loves you to the moon and back. That he’d be willing to do almost anything for you.

Anything but this.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

One sentence, five words, is all it takes for his words to come crashing down around him. ‘I need a break’ implies you’ll be back after a week or so. It’s happened once or twice throughout your entire two years of your relationship. And it never lasted more than a week, max.

Diluc can feel the thin thread snapping like a nose around a neck. He swears that the world comes to a halt at your words, seeing nothing but white. Is he undergoing shock? Perhaps he heard you wrong. Yeah, that’s it – you must have said something else. A prank maybe? Or maybe you mixed up your words.

“What… what do you mean?” He hates the way his voice cracks, how shaky his hands become, even when they’re clenched hard enough to snap metal into two. Your facial expression doesn’t show any signs of playfulness.

There’s nothing playful about this situation.

You let out a sigh, fingers massaging your temple. “I said… I’m breaking up with you. I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. I can’t deal with you anymore.” Your voice cracks, and there’s a silent sob. There’s a huff, an intake of air.

You’re trying your best not to break down in front of him. And he’s doing the same, fists clenching and unclenching as he thinks of something to say. What should he say? That you can’t leave? It’ll only make things more complicated, making you hostile towards him.

He can’t have that. He just can’t. but even so, he finds himself about to utter those words out loud. He bites his tongue.

“…I thought I was good to you. While… I do understand that I can get overbearing at times… I thought I was a good lover to you regardless of.” He tries to keep himself in check. Diluc was nothing but a good gentleman in your eyes, so he acts as such. Although, that illusion may be gone now.

“That’s the problem! You think you’re a good boyfriend. But you’re not. you’re so… overbearing and controlling. I can’t even talk to people you don’t approve of!” Your own thread had seemingly snapped, leaving nothing more than rage behind. Quite, dull rage that’s too exhausting to come out at once.

“You say it’s for my own good… that I need your protection…”

“I never said that- “

“You implied it. Every. Single. Time. you always imply it.”

There’s nothing but silence. There’s a guilty conscience. He can’t ignore it, but he won’t address it. Because that means he’ll have to let go. And he won’t, not even in death, where hell will surely drag him down. He’ll drag you if he has to.

“We can… let’s just talk about this, okay? No need to make any rash decisions.” He’s talking out of his ass right now. “It’s… been a stressful week. It’s late and we both got out of work not too long ago. Let’s just… how about you come over?”

You don’t say anything, not at first. A glimmer of hope. Yes, everything will go back to normal, over a glass or two, ending with you being a whimpering mess as he grinds against you. Just like always.

“No. I can’t… I won’t do that. It always has the same outcome anyway. We never ‘talk’, you just sweet talk your way out, and it ends with some type of sexual activity.” You shake your head, taking a step back. He takes a step forward.

It feels wrong for you to stand so far away. Alien. You should be next to him, no, in his arms as he soothes you. Reality and fantasy don’t mix well, he realizes. “Please,” he tries again, choking on air.

It can’t end like this. It can’t end at all.

“Diluc… I can’t. I just can’t. I know it may be hard for you to understand but, whether you realize it or not… you treat me like a doll. A pretty, fragile, glass doll.” You don’t look him in the eyes, probably can’t.

To be fair, it felt worse on your own end. You loved this man. You wanted to marry him. But it’s in past tense and you’re not sure if you can keep up this happy façade. He’s nothing but controlling at this point, overprotective, suffocating. You can’t live in denial anymore.

Another sigh, another sob. With every step he takes towards you, you take one back. There’s an invisible wall between you, too hard to shatter. At least completely.

“Hey… let’s talk again in a week. When the steam blows off, okay?” You try not to break, he sees it. The way your body tenses, the slight tumble. He makes an effort to not point it out. “Please?”

And you cave, breaking down, wailing like a child. You don’t move away, only flinching as he closes in on you, gently and slowly wrapping his arms around you. his grip on you is loose, not wanting to chase you away. Gentle, he must be gentle.

It’s always worked in the past. He just needs to tweak a few things to guarantee victory. Anything for you, no matter how shady it may be. His morals become dubious when it comes to you.

A few minutes pass before you answer.

“Alright.”

Truthfully, you didn’t want to go, your resolve going down the drain whenever it came to you. But you had already promised you would, weak in that moment. But he knew. He knew that you would eventually succumb to his wishes. It happens every time.

And it ends with heated kisses, hands exploring each other’s bodies, promises to wait for the full act after marriage huffed into your ears. Despite the bulge straining in his pants, hazy eyes that kept looking at your kiss swollen lips, he never did anything you were uncomfortable with. And for that, you were grateful. But it doesn’t excuse his other behavior.

Something didn’t feel right. You were nothing short of tense, weary of what’s to come. Would he try to pull something? Or procced to guilt trip you once more, as unknowingly as usual? You could never tell with him, despite dating for two years.

Two years and he became a different person.

No. Beneath that gentlemanly exterior lies a control, obsessive and possessive freak. And you fell for it, the charm, the words, the looks. You dug your own grave without even knowing. And now it’s time to dig your way out, no matter how painful it may be.

You just hope your resolve will stay strong.

It must.

Diluc was nervous. It was more common these days, a nervous Diluc. He can’t help it but to be nervous around you. You were just so pretty, adorable, irresistible. And there was a time where you thought the same, where you couldn’t even take your eyes off of him. And yet, you don’t anymore.

He’s aware why. It’s because of him. But you need to understand was for your protection. He has too many enemies, there’s too much danger in the outside world. Surly, you would come around eventually, right?

Wrong. He was so, so wrong. He should have kept up with the gentle approach, no matter the amount of years it might have taken. It’s not too late to restart… right?

Just act the way you always portrayed him as. His mask has slipped too much too quickly. And now, he needs to fix everything as quickly as possible. The question is how to.

He glances at the wine bottle. A little drug as curiosity of Sir Albedo… a new and up coming drug. An aphrodisiac is what he called it. It was still in its developmental stages, but harmless. He was even given the right dose.

A questioning look in the alchemist’s eyes, no concerns were voiced. Most likely thought it wasn’t his business. And besides… even the esteemed Alchemist Albedo Kreideprinz had skeletons in his closet. Likeminded people must stick together, right?

And thus, the aphrodisiac was handed to him under the table, and now in this ‘new’ and ‘unopened’ bottle of wine. The cork was a new one, the previous one hastily thrown into the trash, covered with other discarded things. Not a smooth cover-up, but one you wouldn’t notice. And, if you were to ask for juice, he even drugged that beforehand.

He flinches slightly when a servant comes up to him, announcing your appearance. He takes in a deep breath before grabbing the bottle and two glasses, making his way to the study. When he gets there, he pauses. Would he be able to pull this off?

If you do ask for it, he has your consent, right? Yes, you wanted to save yourself for marriage but…

He shakes his head, ridding himself of those thoughts. He’ll back down if he thinks about too much. So, he takes a deep breath, straightens himself. His feet feel heavy as he walks into the room. He keeps the door open.

“(name). You came.”

You jolt at that, whipping your head around to see his figure at the doorway.

“Yes… just for a bit. This isn’t a casual visit, after all.” You built a wall around yourself, trying to smile but failing. He doesn’t comment on it.

“Ah. I suppose that’s… right.” Awkward silence, your hands tightly clasping together. His own grip on the glasses and bottle are tight as well. Swiftly, he places the objects down on the table in front of you. Everything has to be perfect. This night needs to end on a good note.

“Wine?” he asks, eyeing the way your jaw tenses as you hesitate to answer. You want to say no, he can see it, feel it. And hopefully, you won’t. His legs are already shaking like a newborn foal’s.

“I… sure.” A quiet sigh of relieve, and he opens the bottle, a loud ‘pop’ echoing in the room. You don’t take your eyes off of it. You’re weary of him. And he doesn’t have the right to complain or even feel offended.

Because you were right to be weary. To be weary of him.

He pours you a glass and himself one. He’s going to take the drug with you. God, he’s already silently regretting this. Not because he’s tricking you (although that’s part of it), but because he’ll have to explain, in detail (something he dreads, but a favor is a favor) of the results. He hates himself for being used a test subject and ragging you into it.

He can’t feel bad, considering he was the one who chose this route.

“Thank you…” you say as he passes a glass to you. He sits in front of you, the plush chair soft against him. He takes a sip.

“So… about our relationship… do you truly want to end it? We can work through this together.” He croaks out, trying his best not to ramble. He takes a deep breath, calming his nerves. He can do this.

“… I’m not sure if this relationship is savable. Two years and you’ve just gotten… worse. Much worse than you have gotten better. It’s like you’ve been possessed.” He can see your eyes water up, but you don’t let them fall.

He wants to wipe them away.

“What do you mean?” He’s never felt so scared in his life. He hates this. He hates himself. “It’s just… I know I can get overbearing, and I promise that I don’t do it on purpose-“

You cut him off, “That’s the problem. You don’t do it on purpose. It’s harder to resent you that way.”

Resent him? What do you mean by that?

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do. You’re… you used to be a good boyfriend. Someone I wanted to marry… but you’re not that same person anymore. And I’m not sure if we can fix this… if you can fix yourself. I’m not a therapist… yet you treated me as one for years.”

Your shoulders slack and you don’t make an effort to look at him. You don’t make an effort to drink the wine either.

He can feel his heart breaking. What should he do? What can he do? Crying (a rare sight indeed) won’t do anything. It’ll only prove you right if he cries and begs for you to reconsider. He needs you to drink the wine. A good amount of it.

He takes another swing, enough to the point the glass is almost empty. Too much at once, he hasn’t even eaten yet. He wants to eat you. But not when you’re crying like this.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware that I was that… inconsiderate.” Ever so slowly, he takes small steps towards you. You don’t resist when he gets on his knees, gently placing his head on your lap. His arms wrap around your legs. And, almost as if it was natural, your hand comes town to thread fingers through his hair.

Even when you ‘resent’ him, you still comfort him. You really were too good for him. But it’s because of that he doesn’t want to let go. No. he’d never let you go. He’ll drag you to hell if he has to.

“… To think the esteemed Diluc would beg on his knees… hah,” a humorless laugh that shakes him through his core. You sound tired, so, so tired. You’re really going to give up on him. Was he really that bad? Sure, maybe he overshared, at times, and was a bit controlling, but…

He never hit you. Never raised his voice at you.

He’s in denial. He doesn’t want to admit to his mistakes right now. He’ll do it (probably) after you two make up. He’ll do it once you say you won’t leave, that you won’t give up on him, on the relationship. You’re all he has left.

His father’s dead, his ‘brother’ is a spy, he can’t really get along with anyone on an emotional level. Anyone except you. You know this, so why are you putting him through this? Can’t you see he needs you?

God helps the poor soul would dare take you away.

“… I’m sorry. I really am,” useless, he’s so useless right now. Helpless, he hates himself, he hates you. “I… can’t lose you. I love you, you know that, right?” Like he wasn’t the one pushing you away with his behavior and actions.

He’s a horrible person, a dreadful and emotional abusive boyfriend. The naked eye can’t see it, but a trained one can. Likeminded people can. The victim can.

“Diluc… sit down, okay? You’re going to make yourself sick,” you run your fingers through his red mop of hair before retreating it. No, no, no, you can’t do that. You just can’t.

You have to drink the wine. You need to understand he’s protecting you. You need to understand he needs you. So, stay, please.

Don’t make things even more complicated.

“… do you love me?” He looks up, eyes glossy and he watches as your strong façade crumble. He was your weakness as you were his. You’re perfect for each other, however toxic the relationship may be.

“I… I don’t know anymore. I feel like I love you, but I know I shouldn’t.” Shaking your head, you gently push at his shoulders. The effort is weak, almost meaningless. He gives a squeeze before getting up and returning to his seat.

It’s when he sits down, head falling into his hands, when you take a swing. He hears you slam the glass on the mahogany wood. Hope lights up in his chest, but even so, it feels so wrong. But he needs to do this. For him. For you.

How selfish of a person he was.

“… I can’t promise I won’t fall back into the habit, but –“

“You said that last time. And here we are, again. You say you’ll do better, that you’ll listen. Sure, you do, but only for a week. And then the cycle repeats.” You sigh out, now crying, finally breaking down despite everything.

Sobs, ugly sobs that he hates to hear. He’s not sure when he got up, or how long he’s been hugging you, but he knows that you need comfort. Maybe not from him, but he’s the only one here anyway. The servants are outside, cleaning the yard, tending to the grapes, shooing of pests.

Just you and him. No-one will hear, and even if they did… who are they to question their boss? Money talks.

You stay like that, for a while. Crying in his arms as he strokes your hair. He’s not sure when you had stopped, and completely forgotten about the drug.

He only remembers it when his body starts to heat up. And the same must be said for you, as you’re quivering in his grasp. The way you quiver whenever he drags you across his crotch, erection making contact with your clothed pussy.

Like right now, your hips rolling against his as he practically dragged you to the couch in the study once you started to kiss out of pure lust. You’re panting above him, eyes shut tight. Maybe you didn’t want to see him. He hates it, but that’s okay. As long as you’re here, with him, and not thinking of another man.

“Fuck… my body’s hot. I’m scared yet I can’t stop… did you put something in the drink?” You question him, voice broken and breathy as you keep rolling your hips. Harder, faster, more friction, you need him as much as he needs you. He’ll get you, and you’ll have him.

Like it’s supposed to be.

“Are you… mmh… that weary of me?” You’re far too gone to properly hear him, chasing pleasure above answers. His gloved fingers tug at your skirt, wanting it off. He wants to see you bare. Patience... patience, he tells himself.

A squeal, mouth open and he can’t help but kiss you. saliva everywhere, any pretense of a breakup gone. For now. And yet you both don’t care, delving into the pits of pleasure that’ll never be enough. He bites your lips hard enough to draw blood, you claw at his neck deep enough to see crimson.

You hurt and take, hurt and take. You break his heart, he’ll break your mind on his cock. Just… be good.

“Diluc… wedding… I want to wait – oh! – but… ah… not sure if I can…” you’re groping yourself, thumb ribbing at where your nipple would be. Too many clothes, hot, clit throbbing while grinding against him like there’s no tomorrow. Diluc takes this chance to tease you, just a bit.

“Wedding… you still want to marry me?” There’s a slight teasing to it, and he proceeds to kiss your neck. Gently, gently, so gentle you want more. He wants to drive you crazy. “But, of course, if you want it now, I won’t say no…”

Another moan, another messy kiss. Your lips are raw by now, and you’re not sure when he dragged the front of your shirt down, sucking on the bare skin before him. He bites your neck, leaving marks, he gropes your breasts, your hands now tugging at his hair.

He hisses at the sting, but it only drives him to do more. His free hand dives under your dress, the skirt of it wrinkled now.

“Diluc… please, fuck, I need you,” you breathe out, grinding against his hand as he teases you through your underwear. Slowly, he brings his hand back, using his teeth to take his glove off. Almost, he’s almost there. He needs to loosen you up. Hopefully, hopefully this drug will help with the pain.

Ah. Blood.

He needs to do this in the bedroom, easier to change the sheets.

You’re naked in no time, and despite the drug running through your veins like fire, you’re still scared. Very scared, and he feels so horrible about it. and yet, yet he can’t stop himself for shit. He’s horrible, shitty, controlling, obsessive, possessive, and desperate. Paranoid to a fault, he plans on tying you to him via family.

It’s hard to raise a child on your own. Reputation is important, and everyone would lose respect for you, for a good while at first. And besides… they would know who the father was. If they inherit his features, be it the red hair or ruby eyes, they’ll know. They’ll blame one of you, both of you, taking one side or the other.

Thus, it’s just overall easier to stay together, avoiding controversy. A horrible and risky plan. But you would need the support, the funds, the father. It’s harder, nearly impossible to run away from him in such a state.

“Hey… it’ll be okay. I’ll take it slow, alright?” He reassures you, smiling down at you gently. He’s always imagined you like this – a panting mess, lips kiss swollen, hair sprayed around his pillow and your hair. Bite marks everywhere, nipples tendered from being sucked on so much.

He’ll make a mental note to be more gentle next time. But for now, he trails down his hand, fingers ghosting over your burning skin. Shaky breaths, and he can’t take his eyes off of the way you stare downwards. He’s naked too, his own hickies littering his neck like a necklace.

“G-gentle…,” you breathe out, legs shaking in both fear and anticipation. You can’t wait, and neither can he. So he doesn’t, tracking your slick slit once before slowly entering. A gasp, and h looks up to make sure you weren’t in too much pain.

Instead, he’s met with the sight of you biting your lips, pleasure written all over your face. The drug works, it’s helping with the pain. Making things far easier than he thought it would be. He’ll make sure to thank Albedo to the moon and back.

“Diluc…” He’s brought back to reality when you whimper his name, and he softly shushes you. If you say his name like that one more time, he might just slip in without any prep. Without any consideration.

“Shh… there’s no need to rush. Let’s try to take our time, okay?” He kisses your forehead, finger curling slightly inside you. The way you arch your back is heavenly, the drug making you far more sensitive. “I’ll take good care of you. Promise.”

Nodding, you relax, allowing him to add a second finger. It feels rushed despite his words, but you don’t comment on it. You can’t, not when he’s curling them oh so deliciously. And he knows this, he’s not completely lost in lust just yet. He needs to drown you in pleasure, drive you crazy with it before he succumb to his own desire completely.

Just a bit more.

The squelching echoes in his room, bouncing off the walls. His ribs had become a drum, his heart the stick. Small, needy breaths that leave your lips, crying out when he curls his fingers at a certain angle. Oh. He found it.

Your g-spot.

He’s heard of it, and thought it was rubbish at first. Until Adelinde smacked his head when he suggested such a thing. The Head Maid made sure to educate him on sex that day, showing diagrams and pictures, along with books written about the subject. He’s almost entirely forgotten about it.

“There?” he asks, repeating the action once more. You nod your head several times and in quick succession – too lucid to properly beg, too desperate to fully think it thoroughly. “Such a needy little thing,” a third finger elicits a hiss from you, causing him to pause. He waits until you give him the green light.

“It – it feels weird… but good at the same time. Is this normal?” Croaking, you’re croaking out sentences now, and Diluc resists the urge to kiss you until you run out of breath. Your fingers grasp at his shoulders, trembling slightly. He can’t tell if it’s from fear or pleasure.

For his own sanity, he hopes it’s the latter.

“I’m… not sure. I think it is. Just tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll slow down.”

He didn’t say he would stop.

Diluc sees the worry in your eyes, the questions he won’t answer, and he feels guilty. It’s far too late to stop, and even if you were to ask him of it, he wouldn’t be able to. So he gives you the illusion of choice, and from the way your eyes travel down to where he’s fingering you, he can only guess you chose to ignore the reasoning in your head. What a good girl you are for and to him. Like always.

“Diluc… Diluc…” your eyes shut tight, breathing heavier as he fastens his pace, fingers pumping in and out while curling all the same. You need this too, right? He can’t force you if you were the one who asked for it.

Your belly tightens, and hips grind against the hell of his palm. You’re almost there, he thinks. You’re becoming wild, all pretense of rationally gone with the wind. He’s there, he’s there, you’re there, shivering in the palm of his hand. Like you should be.

“Ah, ah, fuck!” One more buck of your hips and he feels something wet. Upon looking down, he notices something red, very thing and small, mixed with a clear liquid. Did you cum? He feels bad for making you bleed already*.

Your chest heaves, and for a moment, he’s afraid you’ll come back to your sense. You’ll hate him for sure. But his own body is burning, cock twitching, and he’s going to die if you resist. Please, just make everything simple and easy. Please, for both of your sakes.

He gives you time to recover despite the urge to fuck you silly. Patience, patience, at least pretend to be a gentleman he tells himself. Anything and everything for you. Except letting you go.

“Do you need a breather?” gently, gently he removes his fingers, trying his best to treat you nicely. He tries not to grit his teeth when you nod your head. He’s already doing something awful. He needs to make you comfortable, at the very least.

A few minutes before you calm down, laying flat on your back, hands leaving him and choosing to grip his sheets instead. You’re distancing yourself from him. A bit lucid, but enough to resist.

“Alright… please be gentle,” closing your eyes, your arousal is still there, you still need him as badly as he needs you. He doesn’t wait a second to hover above you properly. His place, this is his place, you’re his and will always be his. You signed your faith the moment you appeared in his life.

“Gentle…,” he tells himself, taking in a deep breath. It stings you when he pushes in, slowly and gentle like he promised. Hands grip your hips, and he leans back on his heels a bit. You gasp, from pleasure mostly, and he stills. Be a gentleman in appearance, at least.

One second, two seconds, and at ten he starts to move. a deep sigh of pleasure from you both, yours higher than his. The tone was different compared to when you dragged your hips across his, clothes separating you. But now, now he can feel everything – the thought of a condom never having crossed your mind once. Good, everything is sailing smoothly.

“You’re, ngh, tight… fuck, you’re driving me crazy angel.” Unexpectedly, you mewl at the nickname, and without meaning too, he gives a hard thrust. Fuck, you’re going to be the death of him. One thrust, two thrust, and you’re begging him to fuck you harder at the fifth one, legs wrapping around his waist and hands clawing at his chest.

He loves you like this; he wants you remain so needy for him. “Diluc! Fuck, don’t stop!” Both blood and slick cover his cock and make a mess on his bed. He’ll have to give you a warm towel after this, a glass of water. And a lie about cumming inside.

“It feels good, fuck why did we wait so long?” His hips can’t stop moving as he questions you. You don’t answer, you can’t when you’re moaning like a whore. And he loves it, he loves the fact that only he can make you this way. He loves the fact that he’ll be your first and last partner.

He might hurt a man who would dare to attempt to do the same.

It doesn’t last long, neither of you do. He makes sure to circle your clit with his thumb, wanting to bring you more pleasure. You needed to finish with him. You needed to be distracted from the feeling of his cum painting your womb white.

And when he does, he lets out a low groan, your squeal music to his ears. he holds you tight until his balls are empty. And ever so slowly pulls out, careful to not alarm you. His goal was done, and hopefully, this’ll be enough to get you pregnant.

If not, he’ll come up with other plans.

“I love you…” one of his hands comes down to wipe away the sweat from your forehead. Your skin is sticky, eyes dazed. It’s a sight he’ll never forget.

You don’t answer, not at first.

“I… I love you too.”

A soft peck and he’s up to soak a towel in warm water. You’re too tired to check your lower half, eyes closing against your will. But it’s okay, it’s Diluc after all. Surely, he wouldn’t do anything… right?

As for Diluc… he’s already coming up with baby names.

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A/N:* - tmi but the very first time I got fingered, I bleed a bit lmao. I don’t know how it is for everyone else, so I just used my own experiences. Seriously though, acting like Diluc in this fic is fucked up. Please don’t do that.

#Yandere #tw:yandere #yandere genshin #yandere diluc #yandere genshin impact #yandere diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc smut #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader

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writingbyshiloh · 4 months

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Doctor’s Touch

AN: In my daydream, reader was a Dr who lost their licence, in this fic they just have a lot of anatomy knowledge. Also, I haven’t watched this show in like 4 years (I stopped when Alica had a gun pointed at the Professor) so forgive me if something is wrong

CW: Suggestive, no actual smut but some implications, thus MDNI/AGLESS BLOGS DNI

WC: 0.360k

“Does everyone understand? Using these labels-” the Professor holds up the sticky notes with the names of internal organs and major arteries “- show on your cadavers where they are located.”

You half-heartily flip through your stack, ignoring the “cadaver” lying on a clump of desks while you and your partner stand on either side of him. Due to the uneven numbers you got set with the only group of three, one of whom annoyed you to no end, and the other who was in your bed last night.

The chatter in the room grows louder as the different groups get to work, deciding where the spleen and liver are located, or if a heart is really in the center of the chest. You start placing cards down on Berlin's torso, trying not to have flashbacks of the night before. There's a small bruise you sucked into his jaw facing you, but you doubt he noticed. He would have said something about it last night or this morning or…

“What are you doing?” Tokyo's voice dragged you back to reality. You glance up at her, trying to hide the bewilderment you’re sure is on your face.

“Labeling? Like we’re supposed to?”

“It’s wrong.” Her face leaves no room for argument, but you want to push back. All the details are supposed to be kept hidden, but you know the Professor wanted you for this job because of your medical knowledge.

“I can assure you, it's not.”

“The kidneys are too low.” Tokyo picks up the kidney card and moves it higher around the liver. You take the card and move it back, setting your hand over it so she can’t “correct” you again. The guise of the exercise allows you to touch him like that, without drawing looks from the other thieves or worse, the professor.

“Ladies, ladies, please no need to fight. There’s plenty of me to go around.” Berlin croons under your touch.

“You’re a cavador. Stop talking.” You snap at him, and try not to flinch when his hand snakes around and pinches the back of your thigh, above your knee. He smiles at how you shake your leg even though his eyes are now closed.

You let Tokyo place a few more cards on his body, more concerned with how you are going to get back at him tonight.

#guys pls first thing I feel I wrote in over a month #and still rushed the ending #But anyway that show rekindled my love if one specific character soooo #berlin x reader #x reader #money heist x reader #Andrés de Fonollosa x reader #Andres de Fonollosa x reader

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24wires · 2 years

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now thats a boy that wont get knocked over by a pail of water!

strade (c) @gatobob

MINORS/AGLESS BLOGS DNI!!!

#btd #strade #strade btd #boyfriend to death #btd fanart

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fagbfcore · 1 year

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🍬 PINNED POST 🍬

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hi! im Aki, im 25, im trans, i use he/him, im and mostly into men. vers and switch. been horny 24/7 since starting t last november and finally made this acct to cope lmao. im happily taken and not looking to sext or exchange pics. im chill w making friends w mutuals and receiving asks though <3

kinks: edging, somno, bondage, praise, bdsm, exhibitionism/voyeurism, orgasm control/denial, medical kink, hierophilia, monsterfucking (mostly tentacles), soft cnc, light impact play, etc.

hard limits: blood/gore, scat, watersports, vomit, dd/lg, ageplay, necro, pregnancy, inc*st

DNI/will block: minors, blogs w no age in bio/pinned, detrans/misgendering kink blogs, ED/ana blogs, cishet men. will probably block if u post too much of my hard limits without tagging.

#got a bunch of followers so i thought i'd make some boundaries clear bc like so many of them were ageless blogs 😩#trans nsft #queer nsft #mlm nsft #nsft #ftm nsft #fave

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If you tag your fics purposely as x male readers even though you made reader fem, you suck ❤️ you aren't respectful for the guys who actually want to read x male reader romance. Don't tag x male reader if you're going to be unfair. I'm sick and tired of the dysphoria hitting because y'alll want more attention on your fics/blogs.

⚠️ MINORS/AGLESS BIOS DNI ⚠️

#captain price x male reader fluff #cod x male reader

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lucifersimp333 · 1 year

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MC's Rope

NSFW

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LuciferXmc

Reader has female anatomy

( I fucking love how Lucifer looks in this photo, I had to use it)

Though Lucifer always had a soft spot for you, you managed to piss him off enough to be strung by the ceiling. You allowed Mammon to persuade you in to one of his money making schemes, and of course it didnt go as planned. You caught Lucifer on a bad day, and though he didn't tie your restraints as tight as he does with his brothers, you're still suspended from the ceiling.

About 30 minuets being suspended from the ceiling, he decided to check on you to see how you're holding up to your restraints. You're human, which means you're fragile. He walks in the hallway you're hung in and the smell of your arousal smacks him in the face. He can smell when you're aroused, thanks to his demon powers. "Hey Lucifer!" you say as you're hung by your torso, arms tied behind your back. "Hello, MC" he says. He keeps a calm look on his face, but inside his thoughts are swirling. Do you like being punished? Is this turning you on as much as he feels turned on? " I assume you want to be released now." he says as he steps closer to you, reaching his hand up to a stray piece of rope to let you down, hiding his arousal. " Nah, I don't mind being here." you brush off, giving him a slight smile. His hand stops in his tracks, and he can't help but grow a sinister smirk. He puts his hand back down to his side. " Very well, I'll let you be." he says as he turns away from you and walks down the hall, feeling his pants getting tight. That's just what he did, let you be. He let you hang there for the rest. Hours later Satan finally found you and decided to get you down, mentally cursing Lucifer for letting a human be suspended in the air for hours on end.

Time passes and dinner is finished. As you're at the table cleaning up your plate, Lucifer announces " MC, come to my room in 10. We need to discuss a few things." You eyes widen and you quickly glance at Mammon. " oooooooo, I smell a lecture! ~" Asmo sings. "See what happens when you hang out with Mammon? You get in to all sorts of trouble! Next time you're bored, just come to my room instead, MC~". You give Asmo and Mammon a quick worried glance as you wash your dishes. Great, you're going to spend the rest of your night hearing Lucifer nag about your decisions made with Mammon. You got bored and decided to go to the casino with Mammon, how were you supposed to know he was trying to rig the slot machines?

You knock on Lucifer's door and enter his room after hearing a stern "Come in". You shut the door behind you. " Hey Lucifer, look I'm sor-" you try to say, but Lucifer cuts you off. "Lock it" he demands, standing in the middle of his room with his arms crossed. You obey his order and lock the door behind you, your hands trembling with nervousness. You turn to face him, and he strides towards you. He takes his hand and cups your cheek, "So, you like being tied up, do you?" You're face gets flushed and you avoid his gaze. "I- I guess you could say that..." you say in a nervous voice.

He smirks a sinister grin as he leans in to kiss you. He walks you backwards to the wall while kissing you and pulls out a rope that was tucked away in his coat pocket. He turns you around and presses your chest against the wall. He takes your arms and begins to make Shabari knots starting at your wrist and working them up past your elbows. Your heart pounds and your panties dampen, you can't help but to clench your thighs together in anticipation. He grabs you by the knots on your arms and walks you to his bed.

He bends you over the bed, hand behind your neck as he pins your face into the pillow. With his free hand, he pulls your underwear and panties off. "You dirty whore, you like being tied up, don't you? Just look at how wet you're getting." He slides his hand in between your legs, sticking two fingers inside of you. He curls his fingers into a C shape and pulls up, pressing against your spongey G spot. You let out a muffled pleased cry in the pillow, spreading your legs apart for easier access. "Just what I thought, a fucking whore." he confirms. He begins to finger fuck you with his leather glove dripping of your slick. He lets go of your neck with his left hand and spreads your pussy lips apart, wanting a full view of your wet cunt being fucked by his fingers. "L-Lucifer!" You cry. "Shut the fuck up! Whores aren't allowed to speak!" he barks, slapping you on the ass with his left hand, continuing to finger fuck you with his right. You let out a yelp and shove your face back in the pillow. "You're not supposed to enjoy the punishments you receive. You liked being hung from the ceiling, didn't you? You wanted to be selfish and enjoy it, avoiding an adequate punishment. You can't deceive me, MC." he snarls, shoving his leathered fingers deeper in your pussy.

He pulls his fingers out and gets on his knees behind you. He shoves his demon tongue into your heat, hand on each ass cheek. He groans with satisfaction as he rubs and squeezes your ass, enjoying his view and savoring your taste. He fucks you with his tongue, making you moan into the bedsheets. The rope around your arms makes it impossible to prop yourself up and completely vulnerable. Once he's had enough of your taste, he stands back up. You can hear the buckle of his belt being undone and his pants falling to the floor. He grabs you by the rope on your arms and slides his demon cock into your heat. You scream with pleasure and arch your back, sticking your ass up in the air. He pulls you in to his thrusts by the rope on your arms, making you ram against his body hard and loud. The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against his body and your moans in the bedsheet fill the room. "Whores like you always need force in order to correct their actions." Lucifer spits while pulling on the rope tighter, causing your back to arch and your face to peel off the bed. " Will you be a good whore for now on?" he asks through his teeth. "y-yes!! Yes Lucifer!" you cry through your moans. "LIES! Say it like you mean it!" He shouts, thrusting harder into you. You can feel his dick sink deeper into your torso, almost as if it's tickling the bottom of your lungs. " I'll be a g-good whore, Lucifer-er!" you howl, creaming all over his dick. You shake with pleasure and grow weak after your orgasm, pussy throbbing. Lucifer pulls out of you and makes you stand by pulling you up by your rope. He turns you around, holding you upright with his arms. " I hope you have learned your lesson not to cause me headache any longer. However, I am always willing to give you a reminder not to misbehave whenever it is needed."

#obey me smut #obey me shall we date smut #obeymelucifer #obey me lucifer smut #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic

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