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fayes-fics · 7 months

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Hi lovely!! I’m SO excited for your Kinktober drabbles, and I wanted to request Benedict+modern+professor role play

No matter what, I’m thrilled to read anything you write!

Kinktober: Benedict + Role Play (Professor)

Kinktober 2023 Masterpost

Paring: Benedict Bridgeton x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, slight d/s tones, role play, hair pulling, spanking with a ruler, vaginal sex.

Author’s note: hi lovely 🫶 thanks for this. Trying to keep these drabbles short but I hope this still hits the spot so to speak lol 😁 Enjoy! 🧡

A finger trails up along your spine, journeying over your crisp white shirt as you pant into the pile of papers on his desk beneath you. Your tiny tartan kilt pushed high, tickling your lower back.

“What did we learn today, Miss y/l/n?” he drawls, reaching into your hair, grabbing your ponytail, and yanking your head up, making you gasp.

“Th-that I need to submit…,” you intentionally pause, gyrating your hips to make him growl gently, “...my homework.”

“Or?” he prompts you to continue, winding your hair around his wrist like a vine.

“Or I will have to find other ways to satisfy your requirements, Professor,” you respond dutifully, moaning as he spanks the wooden ruler harshly over your left bum cheek.

“Finally, a correct answer,” he grumbles, feigning harriment.

You have to grip the far side of the imposing wooden desk as he hunches over you, the leather patch at his elbow digging into your ribs as he slides deep into your aching cunt again.

“Say it,” he buzzes into your ear, breath hot.

“I am your good student, Professor,” you mutter, eyes rolling back as he jolts his pelvis into yours, rocking his cock tip against your cervix.

“Hmm, you need to prove it, or I will have to fail you, do you hear me?” he rumbles warningly as he withdraws, pulling your ponytail until you hiss at the burn on your scalp.

“Yes, Professor Bridgerton,” you moan as he ploughs back into your body. “Please, I will do anything to stay in your class,” you implore breathily, amping up the theatrics as he begins a punishing pace.

“Take it like a good girl, quietly, and then we will see,” he replies commandingly, sliding the wooden ruler between your lips for you to bite down upon.

No taglist as these drabbles are so short

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #benedict bridgerton fanfiction #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton smut #benedict bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton #bridgerton smut #bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x female reader #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x y/n #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x female reader #bridgerton x you #bridgerton x y/n

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abiiors · 3 months

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ok i have thoughts. ross facefucking…… ross pussy slapping….. ross spitting……

(mdni, 18+ only // female reader)

anon i see it!! i see your vision!!!!!! i raise you... d word ross when you piss him off just enough

you've been so needy all day, needy and impatient when he's so clearly busy--trying to climb onto his lap and get off on his thigh, trying to kiss his neck so he'd stop working and pay attention to you... you even went so far as to turn off his amp while he was working on a bassline and that's when you know you've crossed a line.

he's had it now, he's angry. he's usually so gentle and full of praise and sweet but before you know it, his arm's behind your knees and you're being thrown over his shoulder. ass up in the air, arms dangling uselessly as he makes his way to the sofa in the corner of the room.

he doesn't set you down fully though... he bends you over his knee instead.

you can feel the leather of the sofa smushing against your face, the cold air against your almost bare ass (you're just in his t-shirt and your underwear after all) and his thigh digging into your stomach. it's a confusing mix of feelings--humiliation and lust and fear and anticipation.

he's rarely like this and now you've pushed him to it once again.

"you. are going. to count." he says through gritted teeth. "out loud, do you understand?"

"y-yes, daddy!"

not like that pacifies him in the slightest. in one fluid movement, he tears the underwear off you and it flutters to the floor, now just a useless, tattered piece of cloth.

his hand flies through the air, the air moves, and you almost hear the whistle of it before a sting blooms on soft flesh. you whimper, instantly forgetting words.

"count," he orders.

a whine escapes your lips even as you manage to stutter out "o-one."

another sting erupts on the other asscheek, prompting you to squeal out a "two!"

but the next time his hand cuts through the air, it doesn't land on your ass, not at all. instead, you feel the slap right on your pussy. his fingers almost slip through the wet mess you've made and ross tuts.

"desperate slut... how long have you been wet for huh?"

"d--"

"next time you forget to count, sweetheart," he interrupts swiftly, "i am going to put a vibrator up that pretty little cunt and keep it on all night. and i am going to watch it ruin you, got it?"

it's then that you truly struggle to remember what comes after two. it takes you a moment to get out a "three" and then a four and a five as ross slaps your pussy in quick succession.

tears drip down your cheeks as your thighs grow sticky with slick.

"please, daddy, pl..."

"oh baby," he coos, his tone condescending and still so cold. still so much in control. "you're not done yet... you're not done till i say you are. now," he loosens his grip a little and almost strokes your head. "on your knees."

by the time you've managed to stumble onto your knees, he's undone the buckle of his belt, unzipped his jeans too and you drool at the thought of his taste. he won't be gentle like he always is. you know he's going to fuck your mouth till his cum runs down your chin--till you can't tell it apart from tears and mascara and drool.

"open wide," he says and once again, you obey. this is what you wanted... for him to set aside his work and pay attention to you. and now you have what you wanted. in abundance.

you expect him to push his cock inside your mouth, expect a few angry thrusts even... you don't expect the trickle of spit that lands on your tongue. when you meet his eyes, he looks almost content.

"now use that pretty mouth for me," he coos again, "make me feel good... i'll consider giving you what y..."

he falters for a moment when you deep throat him, letting his tip hit the back of your throat, feeling the familiar taste on your tongue and burn around your mouth. ross lets out a deep groan.

"good girl..." he praises again and you rub your thighs together. "keep going, and maybe then i can give you what you want..."

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #♡: ross blurbs #✉️#ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you

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karaokebearwithal · 2 months

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Mutuals Mutuals Come one COME ALL!!!

Put your various sona's and appendages together for the unveiling of a lil' something I've been working on while being distracted from animating Dame Aylin's wings (Its long, hard, fun as all hell but the concentration required to do so seems physically impossible for a beast of my genus)

I drew all my moots tavs/pseudo-companions!!! It took a bit, but it was well worth it! Everyone's design is so unique and fun to figure out. (10 is a big number of moots)((which I am very grateful to have :3)) So without Further Ado!!! (there will be so much more Ado):

(page break cuz the images are 400x400 each but 10 times, I also go on for a bit about how much I like each Tav/pseudo-companion character) ((if anyone can give me tips on how to size pieces in a normal style digitally i'd be very grateful))

First of all is Sivvus the Fey Prince (he/him)! This elusive Eladrin Tav belongs to @thedomesticanthropologist! A gorgeous yet seemingly cold-hearted druid who tends to keep his cards close to his chest. Though if you want the challenge you can see for yourself if you can try and get close to him to see if Sivvus is as closed off as he seems to be. To be quite honest, Sivvus really grew on me. A very fancy Eladrin with a high society (fey society) upbringing ( with very good looking mood boards to match) and the like only for him to be thrust into the bg3 world with a worm to boot. He is charming! Also his backstory? <3 Defienetly go read it! 10/10 would draw the snob again :)

Second off we have Gum (He/They)! A Githyanki Cleric of Mystra. Being @piipaw's Tav you'd find this charming fruit lover trying to live a peaceful life after escaping from the creche that raised them. I like Gum a lot as the concept of a githyanki trying to find their own way in Faerun while also having no idea about any of the social customs is very gripping to me. I recommend greatly to check out the blog for Gum fics, fanart and a very cool moot . :)

Next is H'rayn of Verkos (she/her)! Now different from all the character's I drew, H'rayn is not a Tav! She's actually a pseudo-companion character with a lotta lore and history! She even has her own quest, party banter, approval and disapproval things. It's the whole deal!! @githkisser made an amazing post all about H'rayn . If you want a ton of indepth and fun info that's really really well documented, I cannot overstate how much you should it check out! I find myself going back to learn more about H'rayn as she really is as well thought out as in game companions! It's quite fun thinking up of ways tavs can interact with her and the art is mwah!!! very good indeed :3

4th! Tavern (Tav) the Bard! (they/them) This darling bard ran away from the circus.....from birth! Created by @avocado-writing, Tavern plays their way into your heart with their silly antics, warm heart and eldritch pocket dimension in their chest!

Tavern is a doll to doodle and I am amped to draw them even more in the future. The heterochromia and the inclusion of instruments does make them a fun challenge (i will draw instruments accuratley with these paws eventually). Go check them out!! :D

5th! Hvinidyr the Barbarian (he/him)! @star-bear-art (I just realised after all this we aren't actually mutuals. Which is funny since we kinda have the same name and theme with the bear thing XD) If you wanna see wonderous art of Hvinidyr as well as the other companions, go look right over here!

Winnie (Hvinidyr) has a lot of forms depending on the time period you wanna look at. The one I chose was the most recent with the large scar tissue all over the left (right? I'm horrible at directions, my paws don't make an L shape for me to tell). He was really fun to sketch out (and probably later colour in) and has a really unique design that I appreciate :)

6th Vierlin the Enchantment Wizard (and a lil' bit rouge)!!!(she/her) @sybaritick's Tav!!! Now!! This classic drow has a keen intrest in enchantment magic, teaching her crafts to nobles in Amn. After the whole tadpole fiasco, she also finds another use for her multitude of arcane skills. Most notabley depicted with a local wizard.

Now I won't get ahead of myself here but the fics that Sybaritick wrote about Vierlin are like....licking a warm pan of thickened maple syrup or a fancy meat meal with so much demi-glaze you're left smacking your lips for at least 20 mins after eating. Its indulgent. And I couldn't recommend it enough!! Read it!! (it took me a good 8 times to get the 'ie' part of Vierlin's name right, the letters look the same to me)

7th Fink the Spores Druid (they/them) belonging to @causticcontemplation! They're a pretty short Tav a 2.5ft and have a whole modern AU fic about them!!! You can read all about it here! (the pun name is amazing!)

I found it cool to use the fic to figure out how to colour them in, I ended up sending an anon ask instead and it helped great! Lovely Tav 10/10!

8th Korydass the Druid!! (She/her)!!! Conjured by @cfcreative, this seemingly non-emotive bronze dragonborn lights a spark in viewers as her tail and love for nature portrays otherwise. Art of Kory is many and also very good. Reading through her lore is fun watching her dynamics with the different origin characters change as she opens up to the party.

Now I do have slight bias, I like drawing Kory the most since her head shape is less humanoid. It's just so satifying, also her design is crazy awesome to work with so all around its great recommend I like her a lot :3

9th Asheera the Paladin (she/her) produced by @optiwashere.

To be quite honest I wouldn't even have a blog if it wasn't for Asheera's fics. They are EXCELLENT. If you want to go through a journey of a half orcs struggles, successes and gripping romance with Shadowheart, VAULT YOURSELF into Opti's A03 page and devour. You will have negative regrets about it just like I! Asheera is great I love her a lot I am the most normal about her.

(I'll keep it brief since this post is long enough to cross a river)

10th Quin the Bard (he/him) composed by @quinthebard (who'd have known?)

This darling plucky bard is the star of an ongoing comic that is very dynamic and very gripping. (My fave panel is this one). Despite being 100, Quin still maintains his joyful and kind nature when traveling with the tadpole gang.

Definetly one of the most friendlies Tavs out of all the ones i've drawn. (he was also the first i drew out of all of these!) He's a delight!! Go check him out! Thanks to all my moots for giving permission, having such great characters and being such lovely moots! <3 <3 <3

(Any pronouns or other changes that want be changed, feel free to DM about it. I love those! )

#Any spelling mistakes #incomplete sentances or nonsense words found in the post shall be fix post-posting.#Re-reading my work make my eyes glaze over and that doesn't help anyone #bg3 #bg3 tav #not my tav #not my TAVSSSSS #Also not my pseudo-companion #To be honest this took longer than actually animating Dame Aylin #But it was far more fun so it felt quick #Like i'm making art for moots!!!#What tops that????#feel free to DM me about your Tavs #Or to rp! i wanna try that!#Okay I'll be in my torpor if anyone needs me

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smugpugchimera · 2 months

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Hi :) just wanted to drop in to say I really love your art, the way you use lineart and colour are like, insanely beautiful. I'm curious what brushes you use for lineart? Hope you have a nice day!

Hello! Thank you very much, I'm super happy to have such a positive response to my art ^^💜💜💜 Talking brushes: I mostly use a default pen with a fuzzy texture, the exact type is not that important, it cam be noise or a spray tex. of sort) Now what I feel has a more profound effect is the exact proportions of pressure, sharpness and density. Here the preferred setting I use in SAI2:

I'll try to break it down a little so it's not just useful for SAI2 users, for I do not know the ins and outs of how other programs approach this. I set to to have round tip with no sharpness, and both minimal density and density amp set to 0, which results in it corresponding directly to pen pressure. The additional size and density scrollers set quite low too. That, together with high stabilization and low tablet sensitivity (smt you can do in your tablet settings, you can play with them too!) makes the brush rly easy to control for both opacity and thickness. Which is what I personally prefer (it gives a soft pencil feel I think) You'd need to set your density settings higher if you prefer a more opaque lineart brush. I do advice playing with them yourself to get the feel for it, it's honestly very useful to understand and develop intuition for. Now another "tool" I absolutely cannot live without is this pesky lil boi:

The "switch to transparent" tool is like, A Beast, and I don't see a lot of talk about it's versatility. I set it to my hot keys and use it more that undo tool :D To elaborale: I find it helpful to use the negative space (or erase) the lines I draw in a particular way to give them a more unique value that it would have by itself. I'll try to demonstrate:

So, the gist of the technique comes down to subtractive shaping of form, in combination to usual additive approach. Now, this is a specific trick I find rly satisfying to my style of drawing that works well with my brush preferences, which is by no mean universal, but what I would encourage to take away from this if you're not doing it already is to think of erasing as not just a corrective tool, but also an artistic one! (Note: switching to eraser does similar thing- the only downside is your brush settings and texture would have to match with it, which can be a hustle) I hope this isn't too elaborate of a response, and hope it is at least somewhat helpful X3!! Good drawing you Ya'll and first of all: have fun! Have a nice day~

#asks #art tutorial #art resources #digital art

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inknopewetrust · 2 years

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Electric Music

Summary: Eddie kept his walls fortified strongly, but when he wants to know your favorite song, he makes concessions to get you there.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: language, sexual situations (non-explicit), the title is a hint to the song I chose.

Quick Links: Masterlist

"Why do you hang it there?"

He slammed the door to his bedroom closed with his bare foot. Two hands occupied with beers and a bag of pretzels, a cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth as his pants were hastily thrown on and the belt buckle rattled lightly.

"Hang what where?"

“The guitar,” Eddie sat down at the edge of the bed, cracking open one of the beers—a much undesired Pabst Blue Ribbon—and handed it to you, “why is it on the mirror like that? So you can always see it?”

You hid your teasing smile behind the lip of the can.

“There’s nothin’ wrong with it if that’s the reason but… you do call the thing ‘sweetheart.’”

“Jealous or somethin’?” He asked as he ripped open the bag of pretzels and fell back against the wall that rested behind his mattress. Eddie was looking at the guitar when he offered you the bag, letting it tilt in your direction. The cigarette in his hand barely burning into the bag.

“Well I don’t know… does she get offered beer and pretzels too?”

Eddie shook his head, taking back the bag after you grabbed a handful. “Nah,” he shoved one into his mouth, “that’s just for my special girls.”

Girls. Plural. Did he mean that intentionally?

It always felt as though he was running. Even in the most intimate of situations.

“Oof,” you winced for the guitar, not letting the sting of his words get to you, “did you hear that Lady in Red?” He didn’t give a name to the guitar but you sure as hell weren’t going to call it sweetheart.

It had some red bolts that refracted off the light, so Lady in Red it was.

You took a drink of the beer and put it down on the floor. Eddie never bothered to have a headboard, he never bothered to buy a frame for the bed. The room was messy yet it was completely him. Records misplaced, random D&D object scattered around, unplugged amps, and a closet overflowing with things as the door hung off by its hinges.

Eddie took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the room before getting up again and walking toward the mirror.

There was one light on just beside the dresser. It illuminated the room in a yellow glimmer, shining off of the red lighting bolts and a fantastical shimmer reflected from it. He looked at it quizzically, as if he were studying it.

“What?“ You questioned as he continued to stand there letting the cigarette burn further and further down; the red butt glowing periodically. “Did she—“

“Shh,” Eddie nearly yelled but it came out as a loud whisper, “she’s talking.”

“Oh, fuck off,” You picked up your beer again, readjusting the sheet you covered up with as it slipped.

“What?” He repeated you purposefully, “don’t you hear what she’s saying?” He leaned over, pulling his hair to the side and putting his ear close to the guitar. “You’ll never believe what she said.”

“After all she’s seen? I don’t wanna know,” you rolled your eyes, watching him play into your initial joke with ease and a small smile quirked up on his lips.

“She said next time we have to turn off the lights. The sights have burned her eyes.”

“Well if her eyes are burned out maybe she just needs ear plugs then, huh?” You tipped your head to the side, watching him work out the logic.

“She said ‘agreed!’“ Then he plucked the guitar off its hook.

“I’ve never played for you, have I?”

He was sincere. Eddie had never played for you, no. But you had seen him perform before—every year actually. Corroded Coffin always performed at the annual Battle of the Bands and for three years they landed in third place when they truly should have won. All the guys in the band were great, brilliant even. But the people who had organized the event always grew skeptical when they strummed the first chord.

You shook your head, putting the beer back on the floor and pulling one of your legs toward your body while they other one stretched under the sheet. Eddie loved the way you looked wrapped up in his sheets, glistening with a sheen and now-lax position. The smell you left on there. Perfume, shampoo, a natural sweat—the resulting stains he never wanted to wash out.

You made concessions when it came to his cleanliness.

“I don’t think so, no.”

He considered the guitar for a moment as he held it in his hand. Feeling the tough strings beneath his fingers, the weight of it tugging on his arm. It was sacred yet personable; a familiar love and extension of comfort.

“What’s your favorite song?” He asked, looking at you with his big brown eyes and expecting a generic answer. Maybe something by Fleetwood Mac, Journey… he could see you finding a way to listen to ABBA even if the 70’s were part of the not-so-distant-past.

You chuckled nervously—different than what he had anticipated. You ran a hand over your neck and he caught a glimpse of the hickies he had just sucked onto it—still nice and red and not yet turned.

“I don’t have one,” you replied sheepishly.

“Come on… everyone’s got a favorite song,” Eddie lamented, watching as your eyes lingered on him; trailing and keeping a keen eye on every part of him.

The way his fingers gripped the guitar, the slight strain on the muscle in his forearm, the tattoos that had slowly grown in quantity over the last year, and the happy trail that was only partially blocked by the loose belt at his hips.

“Well not this girl. She doesn’t have one,” Your eyes flicked to his in an instant, catching him looking at you in a similar fashion. You could never get anything productive done when you went to his place.

“Lies, lies, lies…” he muttered.

Eddie finally moved from his standing position and sat down on the mattress once more. Instead of where he had been sitting previously, he sat on the edge, leaning back to tap on the leg that you had just raised.

“Put it down,” he laid the guitar in his lap and pulled the necklace off of his neck. He stored a safety pick there—just in case the moment ever rose where he was without one. It also served as a reminder of something he was good at when he thought he was good at nothing.

But you complied and put your head down, shuffling down the mattress slightly so you could rest your upper back on the wall. Eddie leaned all the way over to you, his head finding home in your lap and half of his body draped carelessly across the bed.

“Tell me,” he asked with anxiously curious eyes starring up at you, “what’s your favorite song?”

“I told you. I don’t have one.” He strummed three chords, nothing coherent that you could tell. Eddie narrowed his eyes. You took one of your hands and moved his shaggy bangs away from his eyes.

“I swear I don’t.”

“Then how am I supposed to play for you?”

He relished the feeling of your nails lightly scraping his forehead to the edge of his hair, the way his hair gently moved. It was relaxing and far more intimate than he'd previously let any girl be with him.

He made small concessions when his walls were down.

"Play me your favorite song," You suggested.

"That's not how this is supposed to work, sweetheart," he chuckled, closing his eyes as you continued to move your fingers languidly through his hair. “Besides, I asked you. Not the other way around.”

“Just think about it, alright?”

You hummed, closing your eyes too. And you thought about it—truly. Racking your brain from aisle to aisle in search of a song that made you feel… something. Eddie cracked an eye open, turning his head in your lap to look at your peaceful, content face and smiled. He took the fingers of your hand that you had wrapped around his upper chest, right below his neck and across to his opposite shoulder and kissed the tips of them lightly—never letting go of his guitar.

“I can see the gears turning,” he commented, his breath hot on your fingers.

“Because they are,” you replied, sighing and opening your eyes back up. He was already watching you and you weren’t surprised. Sometimes he thought he was being sly when he did, but you could always feel it when Eddie Munson was staring at you.

“So, did you think of one?”

“You gave me like a minute to think of it.”

“I think you know but won’t tell me,” his eyebrows shot up his forehead accusingly, dropping your hand back onto his chest.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because,” he thought about it for a moment. On occasion, when he really thought about something, Eddie’s tongue would stick out of his lips in concentration. It was the cutest goddamn thing you had ever seen. “Because you’re embarrassed I’ll make fun of you. I promise I won’t. It’s just music.”

It’s just music, he said. Like music didn’t command every part of his life or dreams. Eddie Munson was brought into this world to play music and while no, you didn’t believe he would necessarily make fun of you, it was the entire situation that had you hesitant.

Eddie wanted to play your favorite song. He would have that knowledge forever and then if anything went wrong, in your relationship together or your life beyond him, you’d always remember the song he played. It would always be associated with him.

You sighed, “Margaritaville.”

Eddie nearly died.

“No fucking way is that your favorite song.”

From his upside down position, he looked you dead in the eye. You held it for approximately three solid seconds before laughing. Of course there was no fucking way.

“I knew it!” Eddie pointed a finger at you accusingly. “Just tell me, baby. Come on, I won’t laugh.”

“Fine, fine,” you conceded as your laughter settled.

“Bennie and the Jets.”

“Elton John?” He questioned honestly but didn’t make fun of you. Was it his taste? No. But he couldn’t deny the genius of Elton John’s lyrics. Man could write a song.

“Yes,” you stopped brushing his hair back and covered your face with the hand. “Can you let it go now?”

“Oh hell no,” Eddie sat up quickly, giving himself a head rush doing so. “I gotta learn it.”

“Eddie!”

“I’m serious,” he laughed and sifted through a drawer for a piece of paper and a pencil. You covered your face in embarrassment—he thought it was cute. He wanted to do this, to show you a piece of him that was essential to who he was and relate it to something you enjoyed.

“I’m gonna learn it and it’s gonna be the best version of it that you’ve ever heard.”

His confidence in his talent was inspiring. If only everyone felt that way about the things they were good at.

You conceded with him that evening about the song.

And he did learn it. A week later he played an, albeit, more alternative version of Elton that you had ever heard, but he learned it for you.

And it’s the only version of the song that sticks out in your memory.

#Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #joseph quinn #we are all just pouring fluff into Eddie to cope with what happened #happiness only for this man

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ghostisun · 16 days

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tweaking rn so do ignore me but. but. alpha x dew powerplay

cw: smut - minors dni; dew has a pussy; alpha being a tease; D/s

unedited as hell but pls this rare pair has been in my mind for a while now

Thinking about how, even when he's no longer an active ghoul in the ministry, Alpha still has the privilege of breaking the new fire ghoul. And this one—this little thing that’s hissing and sparking on his bed—Alpha has looked forward to with such burning giddiness.

Omega had told him to be gentle; to take his sweet time preparing this one because, "He's well treasured. Do remember that." Alpha's sure Omega only said this to appease his own little protege, that fucking tank of a ghoul who’s too smitten with the little imp that’s glaring at Alpha right now.

Thinking about how Alpha pushes at Dew’s leg to spread it open, his keen senses picking up the gentle scent of Dewdrop’s wetness. It makes him pause, his body racked with tremors. He feels his tongue go heavy in his mouth, his throat parched with the amping desire coursing through him, before meeting Dew’s eyes, some taunt already on the tip of his tongue.

Only, Dew’s looking at him with bright shame, his cheeks burning so prettily, his bottom lip all spit-slicked from all his nervous nibbling. He is beautiful like this, all docile and shy.

Alpha’s words pass through the gaps of his teeth jaggedly, the weight of his lust thrumming from his constricted throat.

“Such a treat f’me, little nymph.” He grins. “Gotta love water ghouls, huh?”

Thinking about the deep plunge of Alpha’s cock in Dew’s cunt.

It’s all so wet, so messy. Dew is sobbing, hiccupping, his claws digging into the mass of Alpha’s muscles but Alpha doesn’t even care, too delirious with the razing pleasure. Dew’s cunt is a warm vice, so greedy as it sucks him sloppily, the slick press of his walls making room for Alpha’s size.

“-Pha! Alpha!” Dew screams, warbled moans spilling into the miasmic fog between the two of them.

“That’s right, kitten,” Alpha rumbles, his voice ripped out from the base of his throat. He sounds winded. Primal. “Scream louder, firefly. Be a good boy.”

Dew’s body locks, his head thrashing against the pillow. Alpha grins, a bite too mean because of course. Of course Copia’s little lamb loves being praised. Being adored.

Maybe this is why Dew was the only one fit for the ritual—the only one who can ever fall.

Well now, he thinks to himself, swiping his forked tongue on his lips. One taste is no longer enough.

Thinking about Alpha being so pussy-whipped he mentors Dew …. Of course that’s the excuse he throws out when he’s pulling Dew away from his packmates and into his room.

#alpha ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #alpha x dewdrop #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #nameless ghouls #sun chimes #i have a headcanon that ghouls have both r.sexes bc like cumulus deserves a dick and dew deserves a pussy yk

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