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lynxamine · 1 month
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”Who’s your Lieutenant?” Part 2
🩶🖤You’re Lute’s sworn rival among the exorcists, climbing the ranks and threatening Lute’s role as lieutenant… And Lute refuses to put up with that.🖤🩶
tags: smut, storyline (wow), lute x fem!exorcist!reader, top lute, dominant lute
warnings: dubious consent, oral sex, fingering, domination
The dining hall was bustling with chatter. The tables were full of the other Exorcists, chatting, gossiping, laughing. It was always a time of peace and joy here. You were sitting in the middle of a conversation with a group of exorcists when you heard the telltale stomping of Lute.
Everyone went quiet.
Lute sat down at your table.
Everyone stared.
You swallowed thickly.
Lute didn't look at anyone, just ate her food.
The table was dead silent.
Finally, one exorcist had enough of the silence and asked Lute what was wrong. You stared at them in anticipation, waiting. Waiting for her to snap. Lute looked up at the person who had spoken, and gave them the coldest smile.
"I'm feeling a little ill, that's all."
Her eyes then trailed over to you, and the rest of the exorcists at the table, and her grin grew. A grin?! Lute was never known to grin. And what was worse… She held a stare at YOU.
That stare was one of malice. Of anger. One that was directed towards only you. And it sent shivers down your spine.
And the table fell silent again.
It was now after dinner, and you were heading back to your dorm. You closed the door behind you, as you always did, and headed to your bed, scrolling through Tumblr mindlessly.
…A knock.
You furrowed your brows, wondering who it could possibly be.
Getting up, you walked to the door and opened it, only to be met with an aggressive shove backwards and into the wall, the door slamming behind the figure that had slammed you.
“You think you can just walk off like that? All smug and cocky about a spar?” Lute snarled, her face inches from yours. You could feel her breath. You tried to shove her off, only for her to press her arm against your chest, pushing you into the wall even more. “Lute, I—“ You started, but she put her hand over your mouth firmly.
“Quiet.” She commanded. “It seems someone needs a reminder of who their commander is.” And then, her lips were pressed against yours. Your eyes widened, and you let out a muffled squeak. What the hell was she doing?!
When Lute pulled away, she licked her lips. “…Less resistance than I thought. You want this, don’t you?” Lute hissed, an evil chuckle escaping her lips as one of her hands went to squeeze your chest, hard.
“You want to be fucked like a whore for being such a cocky little bitch.” Lute grabbed you by the waist before you could respond, pinning you down to the bed and beginning to grind against you like an animal in heat.
Her lips latched to your neck, sucking harshly on the skin and leaving hickeys, her sharp teeth grazing your neck and threatening to bite down. You couldn't stop a moan from slipping out, your hands moving up to Lute's hair. Though Lute was pleased with this reaction, she didn’t show it quite yet— She wanted you screaming.
Her hands slipped to your pants, unbuckling your belt and yanking them down along with your underwear. "I should've done this a long time ago…" She muttered, pulling her own pants down.
Your hands were trembling, not sure what to do. This was all going too fast. You weren't even sure if you were ready, and your only attempt at protesting was shot down by Lute’s arm slamming into your throat, holding you firmly.
“Quiet. Or I’ll do worse.” She sneered.
With her fingers, she spread your lips and began to thrust them inside, the sudden movement eliciting a squeal from you. You could hear her chuckle in response.
She began to thrust her fingers at a brutal pace, making sure to hit every spot she could inside you. It was obvious she’d done this before, probing at all the right spots and abusing them to get you to squirm.
And oh, were you squirming. Your face was contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, and your hands were gripping the bed sheets tightly. You were sure you were leaving scratches in them, and were trying not to let the pleasure overwhelm you. “A-Ahnnnn…!”
It was humiliating, being fucked like this. A hand on your throat, fingers pumping into your cunt like a piston, all by your lieutenant. And it felt good. Lute added another finger, and you whimpered, your legs shaking.
You could feel yourself getting closer, your toes curling and your breathing heavy. But before you could cum, she removed her fingers, leaving you panting and aching for release. “Such a whore.” Lute growled… And she began to readjust you, pulling down her pants.
“I’m a good lieutenant.” She chuckled sadistically. “So I’ll let you correct your mistake. Here’s the deal.” She growled, stripping her underwear off and forcing you on your knees as she sat on the edge of the bed.
“If you do a good job… I’ll let you cum. How’s that sound?” Lute chuckled, and grabbed your hair, pressing your face to her cunt.
You didn't have much of a choice.
Slowly, you licked at her folds, making Lute shiver and sigh. She tasted quite nice, actually… You could get used to this.
As you got a bit more confident, you pushed your tongue inside of her, your hands resting on her thighs. She was wetter than you were. Lute was moaning above you, and you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you. You were the reason she was making those sounds.
Suddenly, Lute pushed your face in closer, forcing you to eat her out faster. She was close, and her hips were rolling in time with the flicks of your tongue.
“Fuck… That’s it…” Lute groaned, squeezing her thighs around your head to ensure no escape… And soon, your mouth overflowed with hot, steaming cum, your lieutenant forcing you to lap it all up. Panting, she looked down at you with a smug expression. You were covered in her slick, and a bit of her cum was dripping down your chin.
You swallowed thickly. She leaned down. “…Good girl.”
Ah, the fabled words. You couldn’t help but smile hazily, trembling. She had made a complete mess out of you.
Lute then sat back up, looking you up and down, as if debating what to do next. Then, she smirked. She got on her knees and forced you to lay on the bed, her lips attaching to your clit and sucking hard, her fingers finding their way into your cunt again.
You arched your back and let out a high pitched moan, gripping the sheets and biting your lip. Lute was licking at your clit feverishly, as if trying to coax your orgasm out.
What’s more, she hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations through you. A good reward for a good girl.
You couldn’t handle it any longer, and your body tensed, your thighs squeezing around Lute's head as you came hard.
When Lute felt this, she pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, chuckling.
“Now… Who’s your lieutenant?”
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maomango-doodle · 10 months
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Playing around with the color wheel WEEE
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feelo-fick · 2 months
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miscellaneous au doodles + a VERY self indulgent song lyric comic :D
+ extra evil comic below the cut :
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"chil!" "don't look at me like that..."
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sunnysideray · 9 days
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Funshine Jill save me… Funshine Jill… Save me Funshine Jill…!!!!
(tw: suggestive)
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And we can’t forget about Jack!
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((unfinished doodle page, I’ll pick it back up tomorrow…))
Anyways current fandom drawing drops for SWWSDJ :) (not sure if I wanna post my older doodles or not.. may go on my other blog.)
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thwackk · 6 months
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panel redraw + the captains meet and go to the mall.
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missygoesmeow · 1 year
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i experienced a moment of weakness and got tender on main. i'm so sorry.
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theproblemcallednight · 6 months
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i think art block should go fuck itself in the depths of hell tbh
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anyways have some doodles bc i said i would do more art but i have no motivation for a finished piece
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guiltreservoir · 4 hours
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*walks in with a boombox blasting “hotel room service” by our lord and savior pitbull*
yeah the motel one sounds cool.
dale. or whatever.
aye aye captain 🫡 *offers this while bopping along to mr. worldwide*
the motel's musty teal carpeting and shoddy stucco sharp enough to scrape buck's elbow when he misjudges the size of the doorframe may not be a full-blown antidote for the hollow pain beneath his ribs, but they distract him enough to provide a reasonable placebo effect. eddie's hands shoved up his shirt remedy the ache further the moment buck locks their door-for-the-night behind them. he drops their shared overnight duffel from his shoulder and lets eddie back him into the rough plaster of the wall, offering himself up for devouring. he's met with the assertive sweep of eddie's tongue into his mouth, the crush of eddie's hips against his own, the sweet sting of eddie's teeth sunk into the meat of his bottom lip. "been wanting this all week, wanting you," eddie admits, breathy and low against the edge of buck's jaw as he kisses a searing trail across it, each word kindling for the fire crackling in buck's gut. "you've been on my mind nonstop." eddie's hair is soft against buck's fingertips as he pushes a hand into it, keeping eddie close against his neck, exhaling hot against his throat. the room is dark, no sense in turning the lights on; the shadows wash the room a sultry green-blue that makes buck think of the pacific ocean, striped with vacancy-sign-crimson that slashes in through the slatted blinds. "i've been thinking about you too, eddie," he says, "haven't been able to stop since our date last thursday." the drinks and light fare at a tapas bar had been nice, but the part of their night that's really been stuck with buck has been the way eddie had taken him apart with his mouth and hands in the backseat of his driveway-parked denali, sloppy and desperate and so fucking good. he's new to the game of sleeping with men but has been a very fast learner, soaking up everything buck's shown and taught him and even surprising buck with a few tricks of his own, enthusiasm offsetting lack of experience. buck's antsy to see what he'll do now that they've got more space, more seclusion.
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roger-paladino · 1 year
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Look through the holes in his eyes, And see his red righteous soul
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razzafrazzle · 1 year
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going back to my roots by making a dream demon sona. but this time i purposefully made him a narrative foil to bill bc why not <3
[image description: a page of drawings of a gravity falls dream demon oc named hodge podge. hodge podge is a circular dream demon with a gold and aquamarine yin yang-like pattern, with each half having one eye. the gold half has a rectangular eye with a pentagon-shaped pupil, and the aqua half has a circular eye with an apple-shaped pupil. he has dark pink stick limbs and a white and aqua jester hat floating off of his head. he also has gloves, jester shoes, and a glowing aqua magic wand shaped like the hand of eris. also on the page is a comic of hodge podge and bill cipher, where hodge is saying "mad that i can experience childlike wonder?" and bill responding "could you please die." around the comic are notes that say "they have the most obnoxious philosophical debates known to man" and "aroace on aroace violence". the final part of the page is a redraw of the "i'm you from the future" meme, where on the left are older versions of the artist's gravity falls ocs and on the left is the same drawing repeated three times in a row of hodge. end id]
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harvsbian · 2 years
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feel like pure shit just want them back x
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drifloonz · 15 days
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one day ill be annoying ab my selfship again . although i enjoy that ppl enjoy my writing most of this is entirely self indulgent, projection, and for me . being so real .
#wispy chatters#i will never write inbox requests ever again ( /j... but only maybe executive dysfunction hits. )#( i dont know what to rlly write or hc w steven anymore and im in that weird kind of clingy to my interp era where like.#nobody seems to characterize steven right and i feel like im the only one but i dont wanna be a dick but most of its self indulgent so#ill keep it to myself. )#also bc i think i like. already put out all of the imporant steven hcs anyways LOL#ALSO also because ive been busy writing and rping selfship stuff w my friend involving steven instead of writing proper. which#preferable. this was mostly a side hobby to explode all of my hcs onto while i was struggling mentally#and had jack shit else to do.#sorry that i ramble a lot. no im not. this is my fucking blog . But yea#ive also been kind of negative or like. able to be interpreted as negative recently. which. yea kind of#lot of things and interpretations i do not fucking like in this fandom esp ab steven i just keep it to myself.#i just dont like fandom in general esp fanon and steven is such a fanonized character. which. yea he doesnt have much to work with#but hes got enough. idk#life goes on and all . maybe ill make a selfship blog... ill probably snag the url and then never use it.#im talking like im quitting the blog . i do that a lot. im not i just always do whatever i like even if i have 500 unanswered asks.#was easier to focus on writing any char i could in my depression era#its a little sad to see writing and hc posts and im like... i could get in on that. people totally think im a dead blog.#but idk what to add all of the main steven stuff has been squoze outta me.#not entirely but i put my full 100% steven into my self indulgent embarassing thoughts.#buuut yea thats kinda whats been. going on w me ig? Not really? fuck if i know
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to-the-all-blue · 7 months
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Reading a complete guide to falling in love (rec'd to me by @sanji-piss-hell bless up) and in the fic there is a scene where Sanji has to handle potentially poisonous fish and I was blasted with the thought: Sanji encounters the OP version of the golden poison frog and doesn't realize until it's A Problem that simply touching it can be lethal.
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cacaitos · 1 year
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only respect for the girlies and their devotion to images and ideals and their ego-destroying sisyphean pursuits.
#txt#like the dependence of their identity coming from exactly one exact person that placed them out of their insignificance and gave them value#through *their* ideals. sure fine very wide description average is it manipulation in its origin discussion etc etc. idc about that.#moreso the more key element here is any sort of. idealization? whatever the nature of that ideal is. it's admiration#and as ideas tend to be. they can't be reached or fulfilled in their entirety because theyre not real. so that in combination w identity#dependence ultimately leaves them stuck in a loop of perpetual dissatisfaction with themselves.#and with ideals i mean of people. constructions based on incomplete perception of them. made willingly (tho unconsious) or externally#and like what they want isnt grandiose or existential but just recognizal and understanding#and like what they want isnt grandiose or existential but just recognition and understanding. and dare i say love sometimes as an extention#of those two (not applicable to everyone. kinda unlikely in fact). thing is that the learned way to recieve the indulgence of recognition#they have to feed the ideal or unintentionally end up doing it. but ironically like that all they end up#doing IS building up the hill for themselves. most of the time (more like the ones im interested in anyway) this problem is self imposed#did they not hold the unaproachable perception of the other (formed by a poor self steem let's be honest) they could engage each#other in more equal and genuinely constructive terms#but thats  not fun so tragedy it is#LB
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caruliaa · 1 year
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one thing abt me is that i will get my silly little hopes up despite being actively aware that thats how i get my silly little feelings hurt
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ssigmas · 2 years
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peeped ao3 to see what kind of aus people were writing w vergil........
in my head i always go to “reader works at dmc” bc i like the whole cast but also bc i think being friends w dante Before vergil even enters the picture is fun. esp bc uhhhhhhh. u know. vergil um ahem. the events of dmc5. altho idk if that would be public knowledge but idk when i think of a post-dmc5 vergil all i can think abt is him awkwardly trying to Be A Regular Person and be at peace w his human side. something hes very out of practice doing LMFAO and i think that dante would introduce vergil like “here’s my bro <3 he’s a dumbass and standoffish but its not personal <3 he’ll warm up to u” like hes some. dog.
but also the idea of like, knowing vergil completely separate from the dmc cast is Also cool. like a meet-cute at a library or cafe or something where reader has no idea that vergil is half-demon (or that demons even exist? altho it depends on how close to red grave its set bc i think in the dmc universe not a lot of people acknowledge that demons r real. but after the events of red grave its uh. its pretty obvious. anyway. vergil having a friend outside of the dmc crew could b so cute if done right
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