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AN IDEA I DEFINITELY SHOULD WRITE SOMEDAY IS CHARACTER X CHUBBY READER WHERE SHES BEING BRATTY/ANNOYING HIM SO HE JUST PICKS HER UP AND PUTS HER ON TOP OF THE REFRIGERATOR ON TIME OUT BUT READER IS JUST IN SHOCK AS SHE WAS PICKED UP LIKE SHE WEIGHED NOTHING.
Another idea in my drafts just says "air jail with chubby reader" and I think that idea is so stinking cute.
anyway. onto better things
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A/n: Here's part 2! This is actually more like part 1 of part 2 but if I made it a whole chapter, it would end up being quite long so I decided to split it. This chapter only has Caleb and Xavier with the others being mentioned so the next chapter will have Zayne, Raphael and Sylus <3
"Slowly, baby. Don't push yourself."
You rolled your eyes which resulted in Caleb reaching a hand down and pinching your ear, making you whine.
"Don't roll your eyes at me, you little brat." he teased, pulling his hand away before leaning back again on the couch, "Nngh- you're lucky you're so cute."
"That she is." Xavier agreed from behind you, his touch sending a shiver up your spine, "Be good for us, angel. Don't want you to hurt yourself."
You didn't reply, focusing on your breathing instead as you pushed down, jaw aching as you took more and more of Caleb's hard cock into your mouth. His girth was stretching you out and you were doing your best to not let your teeth accidentally scratch him. Tears filled your eyes as the tip of his fat cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag but you pushed ahead, nails digging into his thighs as you attempted to deep throat him.
"Haaah- fuck." Caleb panted, his cheeks dusted a bright red as he looked down at you, his own fingers digging into the couch cushion as he fought his instinct to grab you by the head, "Feels so fucking- ah- good!"
"Keep going. That's it. Almost there, baby." Xavier said, keeping a close eye on you as Caleb's cock slid down your throat, "You're doing so good."
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New chapter of True Feelings is up on my AO3!!! It's a juicy one with a lot of drama, tea and steamy moments wheeee
Here's a sneak peek <3 (CW: Aelumi incest) :
The next part of the LADS smut series is up! This time it's just Caleb and Xavier training you to finally suck some cock <3 the other three will feature in the next chapter~
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Anyway, here's a sneak peek! I do like this chapter a lot if I do say so myself~
Ya'll fucking with fear play?
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"Fuck you."
the words left your mouth without even realizing, an instinctual curse as a response to your boyfriend finally- finally- sinking his cock inside you. He was torturing you this whole time; hours spent between your legs where he edged you over and over again, driving you crazy with his skilled fingers and tongue. He ignored your countless pleas to just fuck you already, having a lot more fun devolving you into a blubbering mess. So when he finally pushed his length inside your dripping, stretched out cunt, you gasped out a curse that was more meant to convey your satisfaction but of course, that's not what he interpreted from it.
"What was that?"
"Nothing- nothing- sorry-"
"Did you just curse at me?"
"Nononono- I didn't- I didn't-"
"No? Really? Because it sounded to me like you said 'go fuck yourself'. Was I wrong?"
"Nono- I wasn't serious- I couldn't control it- Please- I didn't mean-"
Uzui clicked his tongue at your babbles and whimpers, your words getting lost among your ramblings.
"Five. Four. Three-"
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it- I didn't mean it!" you whined, your heart leaping in your throat at the countdown, your instincts immediately taking over in fear of him reaching one.
"So you did curse at me."
"I did b-but it was an accident! I promise- I didn't mean to say it."
"I bet it was cause I know you're not that fucking stupid that you think cursing me out is a good idea. What were you even thinking?"
"I wasn't- I wasn't thinking Daddy. I'm sorry! Please- please-"
"Where's your hairbrush?"
"Daddy- please!" you babbled, heart jumping up to your throat at the implication, your behind already stinging just from the idea of what he was going to do to it, "I'll be good. I'll be so good for you Daddy please- please don't spank me!"
"If you're going to be good for me, you have to prove it. Now tell me where it is before you piss me off even more."
Rengoku tilted his head like a dog confused, his lower lip jutting out in a pout, eyebrows furrowed like he was about to cry even as he pushed his whole cock inside you, inches burying deep in your weeping cunt.
"Why would you curse at me, my love? That really hurt my feelings..."
"Sorry- i'm sorry- I didn't mean it- hah-"
"No? You didn't mean it?" he asked, hissing as your cunt throbbed around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as his heavy balls pressed against you, "Then why did you say it? Don't you know your words have meaning?"
"I know- i'm sorry- it was instinct!" you cried out, whimpering as he stayed completely still inside of you, his body pressed against yours, rendering you unmovable underneath his weight.
"You wanna show me how sorry you are?" "Y-Yes- okay-" "Yeah? Then we're going to stay like this." "W-What?"
"Yeah~" he cooed, tickling your nose with his own, "You're going to cockwarm me for as long as I want. If you're really sorry, you'll do this for me, right?"
Sanemi gripped your face harshly, growling as he squished your cheeks between his fingers, forcing a silly pout on your face.
"Do you think I’m stupid?" he warned, grip unwavering at your whimpers,
"No- no- sorry- I didn't mean to Daddy!"
"Fucking brat. Just when I was going to take pity on you- you cuss me out?"
He ignored your continued apologies as his free hand went down to your ankle to grab at your panties that was still dangling off of it. Bunching it into a ball, he roughly shoved it into your mouth, muffling your squeals as you tasted your own essence, the fabric soaking up the remaining saliva in your mouth. He then flipped you over, a hand on the back of your head before pushing your face down on the mattress harshly.
You gasped against your panties as he pressed his cock against your entrance, the heat of his fat tip kissing your pussy making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Fuck. You were in for a night.
"You know, I was going to be nice." he said, gripping the base of his cock before he started to push inside you again, "Make love to you for being so good for me. Too bad. That's off the table now."
Gyomei pressed a heavy hand onto your chest, pressing down gently and that was enough to get you to stop talking.
"You know I don't like it when you lie. And you know I don't like it when you curse."
"It-It was instinct- no like- not instinct but-" you whimpered, "I didn't mean it Sir, I promise!"
"I don't care. You never curse at me. Understand?"
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Sir."
"Why have I told you not to curse?"
You sniffled, thinking back to your training- "B-Because I'm a strong and intelligent w-woman and I don't need to use b-bad words to- hah- to make my point."
"Good girl. I'm glad you remember. But we're stopping here."
"No- please- please- don't stop-"
He pressed down on your chest more, making you whimper as you bit back your words. He always knows how to render you speechless with just a touch. With just a word.
"You need to learn. You're going to suck me off and once I cum down your throat, we're going to bed. You'll be lucky if I decide to touch you tomorrow. Now, get on your knees."
Obanai raised an eyebrow, clearly not impressed by your whines and whimpers of apologies as he brought a hand up and wrapped his fingers around your neck. You gasped, air getting caught in your pipe as he choked you, fingers gripped you tightly from the sides.
"Since you can't control your potty mouth, maybe you don't need to speak at all." your boyfriend said, tightening his grip on your neck as he pushed back inside of you, walls parting for his meaty cock. You grit your teeth, mouth opening in a pathetic attempt to moan but you just felt lightheaded, your man giving you just enough to keep breathing but not enough to speak or gasp.
"That's better, isn't it?" he asked rhetorically, looking down at you with a dark look in his eyes, "Dumb little thing like you doesn't need to use words. Especially since you can't think before you speak."
He knew you could take it as you were a formidable Hashira yourself- a bit of choking wasn't going to really hurt you but you could feel his cock grow harder inside you as you struggled, gurgling nonsense as your eyes filled with tears, overtaken by the various sensations.
"S-Sor- I- Sorr-"
"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and take my cock."
Giyuu clicked his tongue as he took his cock away from your cunt, ignoring your cries of protest. He stroked himself once before he started to crawl up, pinning your body down as he did. Eventually, he reached your chest, giving a nipple a harsh pinch and a twist to make you control yourself, unable to focus on babbling apologies as you had to focus on the pleasurable pain.
"Are you done?" he asked coldly, referring to your cries. You nodded quickly, gasping as he let go of your tit. "Good." he said before crawling up some more. You stayed still, obediently waiting as he straddled your face, knees on either side of your head as he towered over you.
"Open."
You obeyed, opening your mouth wide. He not so gently started sliding his cock into you, able to taste a little bit of your own juices as he did. While he'd usually take it slow, now he pushed in inch after inch, not stopping even as he hit the back of your throat.
You gagged around him, eyes starting to water as he mercilessly drove his dick into your mouth, his thick member sliding down your throat. Your legs kicked up and down as he stuffed himself balls deep, the tuft of hair on the base of his cock tickling your nose. You tired your best to breathe, blood rushing to your face, making you dizzy.
He rolled his hips against your face, a whisper of a laugh leaving his lips before he started to move, thrusting his hips back and forth, making you gag and choke as he started fucking your face.
"Since I don't have soap to wash your mouth out, my cum will have to do."
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The next chapter of the series is up on the Pat site wheeee. this might be one of my favorite chapters i've written for this story <3 check it out if you're interested and here's a sneak peek!
The chapter is now up on my AO3!
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Day 7 of my Kinktober series whee
Disclaimer : Stepcest , exhibitionism and Implication of brainwashing. Also reader calls Douma “Daddy”
~~~~~ You remembered like it was yesterday.
Both you and your mother were grieving over the loss of your father, the pain unbearable. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your chest was ripped open for the crows to feast on. Both of you were looking for something, anything, to help and navigate this difficult time in your life when a friend of your mothers told you about a certain man.
“He can do anything.” She told your mother, a dazed look in her eyes, “and he can bring you peace.”
So the two of you went to this man. This miracle. The one who could heal your wounds and guide you through life. You had your hesitations, of course, suggesting to your mother that it would be best to stay away but she was so insistent, unable to deal with the loss of her lover, that you gave in to her pleas. She would have gone regardless, better you were with her.
And then you met Douma. The most beautiful man you’d ever seen and within a second, you understood.
His tall stature, toned body underneath his clothes, his silky whitish-blonde hair and those eyes. Oh, those eyes. Multicoloured, ever changing and bright like a pair of diamonds. Within those moments, both of you understood. You needed to dedicate your life to him. You’d try to see him every day, even get a job managing his shrine. You’d talk to him when you could, often catching him outside his room and he’d chat with you, making your day so much better.
Which was why it hurt so much more when he announced that he was marrying your mother.
She was ecstatic, of course, a dedicated member of his cult and the fact that he chose her was a blessing. A true blessing. Of course, for you, it was a curse. Your usual bright days got so dull, colors turned into black and whites as you pretended to be happy for them. You couldn’t understand why Lord Douma chose your mother- why not choose you instead? But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Atleast, until he forced it out of you.
“You haven’t been coming to see me, lately.” Douma said, making you gulp as he cornered you in the hallway, “I’m hurt. Do I not interest you anymore?” “L-Lord Douma-“ “Shouldn’t you call me father?” he asked, gripping your chin gently, “We’re going to be family, right?” Your expression dropped and he understood. “Ah, so that’s why.” He said, “Do you not want me as a stepfather?” “I-“ You gulped, deciding to come out and say, “I w-would have preferred it if you were my h-husband instead… but you love my mother so-” “Who said that?” “Huh?” “Who said I love her?” Douma asked, tilting his head in confusion, “This is a marriage of convenience, nothing more. Your family has a lot of money that I can use, little dove. That’s all it is.” “That’s-" you hesitated, trying to process the information. So…he was just using your mother…for money…you had to tell her- get her out of this engagement- “Question is,” Douma said, a hand running up your arm and his touch making your body shiver, “Are you going to tell her or not? If you do, I’d have to banish the both of you from here. But if you keep it a secret…” his hand found its way to your hip, pulling you close to him, his body pressed flush against yours, “I’ll fuck you right here and now.”
There was only one option you could choose.
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Will you be continuing true feelings? Not to rush, just want to know
Yes, of course! I'm finishing up the next chapter and it will be up on my patreon soon.
Right now I just uploaded another chapter of Lumines genderbent harem (ft. Ganyu) on my AO3 and this week, I'll be uploading the next chapter of Lumines Harem (ft. Wanderer) there too. The next update after that will be True feelings
Some Sylus thoughts <3
I just love non-sexual domination and that describes Sylus to a T.
Like you'll jump when Sylus suddenly places a glass of water beside you, taking your focus away from the book you're reading. And you'll thank him as you go back to the book but then he clears his throat.
"Drink it."
"Yeah, I will."
"Now."
And maybe you'll scoff and roll your eyes because you're never one to obey him immediately, especially when he uses that tone so you continue to read. But then he suddenly stands behind you and will slide his hand underneath your chin, cupping your face before tilting it upwards. You can't even get a word in as he'll press the rim of the glass to your lips, gently letting the water pour into your mouth. He'll hold you still and you have no choice but to drink but you didn't even realize how thirsty you were until the water slid down your throat. And once you're done, Sylus will pull the glass away before leaning down to press a kiss to your head.
"Good girl." is all he'll say before he leaves and within an hour, he'll be back with another glass.
Or when you're working late at home, typing away at your laptop with no indication of stopping. Sylus, despite being the worst night owl you know, refuses to let you succumb to a terrible sleep pattern. So he'll come upto your office and lean against the doorway, hands crossing over his chest as he waits for you to notice him.
"It's time for bed, kitten." chuckling when you jump at his voice.
"Not yet." you'll say with a heavy sigh, "I need to finish up a bit more. Besides, I'm not sleepy."
"Whatever you're working on now can be finished in the morning. You need to rest. Come on." he'll walk towards you, maybe to thread his long fingers through your hair or softly pet your cheek, making you whine.
"Sylus, i'm ok. I'd rather finish this now."
"You have been staring at your screen and working for the past five hours with no break. You're going to bed. Now."
And you'll look up at him with the defiance that he loves so much and say your catchphrase: "Make me."
And he'll grip your chin, giving you a smile like he was pitying you, "You don't want me to make you, baby girl. Be good and go to bed before I take you there myself because if I do, you definitely won't be sleeping and then you won't be able to wake up in the morning to finish your work."
"...Let me save my files."
"Smart choice."
He'll cook you food just to make sure you're eating nutritional and balanced meals. He'll snatch your phone away when you wake up and immediately reach for the device because it's not good to stare at the screen the moment you're awake. If your legs are over his lap as you both lounge on the couch, he'll mindlessly tug at your socks, making sure to pull them up properly if they start to bunch down.
He'll ask to be able to shower with you atleast once a week so he can wash you- not because you're not capable- but simply because he loves to take care of you. It doesn't feel sexual even as he rubs the lathered soap all over your soft skin- it's purely to satiate his need.
He has half a mind to try asking you if he can brush your teeth for you.
Don't even get me started on money. It's almost a kink for him to just toss you his black card and tell you that you can get anything you want. The sky is the limit. As rich as he is, he wants nothing more but to spoil you and let you indulge in his money. Why have all of that wealth if his precious baby can't try her best to spend it all?
