Sillies Again

i am always ready and willing to rag on orv character designs (i love them all so much and think the artists are incredibly talented. why does yoo jonghyuk have a titty belt) but one thing i love so much is yoo jonghyuk having a priests collar. its a part of character design that makes you go 'lmao thats so weird why did they draw him like that. rule of cool i guess' and then you reach the end of the novel and realise all this time yoo jonghyuk has been servant of the most powerful being in all existence and he has to go on a pilgrimage to spread the word of the author of existence to all other universes. and its like. oh. no he is literally a priest. holy shit. incredible character designactually. we knew his role from the beginning.

Dr Ratio and Aventurine in Rota Fortunae, by Megane98, Unnämed/Lucien

this girl is poison!

pairing: cantarella x fem!reader

context: your wife just can’t get enough of you <3

cw: heavy cunnilingus, pussydrunk cantarella, squirting, overstimulation, involvement of aphrodisiacs, not proofread sob

this is so short but i just HAD to write for her.

nsfw utc, MDNI!

your wife loved creating her own little mixtures of surprises in a bottle. wether it involved poisons, sleep aid, sedatives or… aphrodisiacs.

and she loved trying them out on herself. never on you. she wouldn’t dare in her wildest dreams. of course, the poisonous ones barely affected her due to her resistance but the more… „playful“ ones on the other side…

„ca- ah-!! i-i can’t-!!“

they had a rather strong effect on her.

when you were sprawled over the sofa in front of the aquarium with your wife‘s tongue lapping up every possible fluid that she drains you of, concentrating became a bit hard. especially after your fifth orgasm, legs quivering around the matriarch‘s head as she committed herself to the sweet dish in form of your pussy before her. 

groaning. nails digging into the plush of your thighs as they keep you strictly spread open for her mouth to feast on. the purple lipstick already sticking to your inner thighs. the same thighs that were covered in your own slick from you spraying your arousal over her face.

yet she was still hungry.

but can we blame her?

the sex potion she dunked down earlier to your arrival just made it impossible for her to resist you. the moment you stepped foot into the room she was all over you. hands only getting rid of the most important stuff before shoving you butt-naked onto the sofa where her ancestors used to handle out important deals, negotiations and… assassinations.

only for cantarella fisalia to eat the living daylights of her wife out on them. the satin was soaked to the brim with your slick, just as the rest of you.

just how she likes it.

she loves the little mess she always reduces you to.

glassy eyes. smeared makeup. hands that didn’t know where to hold on. a swollen clit that was screaming for her lips to treat it to another massage.

you were so utterly perfect like this.

and the aphrodisiac seemingly worsened it. only making you seem like heaven incarnate to her. did your juices always tastes this good?

she wasn’t sure. didn’t care enough. 

all she cared about was drinking you up the like the finest liquor stored in her cellar. your cum coating the flickering tacet mark on her tongue as she quite didn’t notice the jellyfishes that started to idly float around the room.

eyes rolling into the back of your pretty head when her two thumbs spread you open for her tongue to plunge into your warmth. you didn’t even wanna know about the servants listening to the pleasured cries of the matriarch‘s wife. 

but you also didn’t care.

not when with your cum gushing over her mouth once again. what didn’t fit down her throat was now running down her chin and dripping over her beautiful tits, which you will have to clean up late of course.

with your own tongue.

don’t get fooled and think she is already done with you! she didn’t even get the chance to rub her own wet cunt over your own as if you were just a mere toy for her to get off to.

the sweetest poison inside porto-veno castle will always be you.

werewolf twins from my recent brainrot

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. BLADE, JING YUAN, KAFKA

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nsfw, f!reader, somnophilia, specifics are listed on each character

! — pronebone, dubcon, implied breeding kink

You didn’t know when your lover would arrive and finally be in your arms again, but you knew it would be any day now and that you’d see that familiar face and how his hardened eyes seemed to soften when meeting your gaze.

It was difficult staying up every night however. Your excitement and anticipation zapping all your energy once the night grew darker and eventually your exhaustion was sending you tumbling into bed, cuddled up in the sheets and laying on his side for extra comfort. You had no idea he’d arrive tonight, nor did you know how pent up he’d be due to the momentary separation that had lasted merely a week. Though, had it been any other situation, he was sure he could’ve waited until sunrise to satiate his desires. However the need to feel you was so strong that it guided his actions without much thought put behind it, he was like a puppet on strings, giving in the temptation like the selfish and greedy man he was.

Your whimpers in your sleep only fueled him on more. His front pressed tight to your back and trapping you between him and the mattress with no way to get out.. if you even wanted to.

He groans quietly, huffed breaths hitting your back as he pulls out before pushing back in. He wanted to pound you, but he also felt guilty if his selfish desires were the reasoning behind waking you from the slumber you were so peacefully enjoying. You looked so tired too when he had inspected your face (read as: admired your beauty after missing you for so long) upon arriving. It would be unkind of him to disturb your sleep, so he’d be nice and try to contain himself for as long as possible. How thoughtful of him, right?

“Needed— ngh, t’feel you wrapped around me like this, fuckk,” He whispers out through gritted teeth and his jaw tightened up as his eyes squeeze shut and he rocks his hips into yours in slow but so very deep motions.

A sound bubbles in the back of your throat and he knows you’re asleep, but for a second he considers the fact you’re pretending just in hopes he would’ve done this in the first place. His cock throbs against your sticky walls that flutter around his thick girth just the slightest but it’s enough, it’s all he needs to slowly climb up to that peak he so desperately craved.

“I’m going to fill you up, leave such a fucking mess right— here.” He punctuates his words with deep grinds against the swell of your ass. He’s breathing heavy and nearly ragged, abdomen tensing up and his thrusts grow a little rougher, sloppier as he curses under his breath and his hands that were gripping your waist so tight there’d be bruises in the morning, are now grabbing at the silky sheets on either sides of your arms as he ruts into you.

“I won’t— haah, stop until you wake up to this.” He groans, smirking sinisterly to himself as he reaches the edge, digging his fingers into the mattress and imagining all the ways you’d cry and scream his name once you did wake up, and he looked forward to it.

! — cockwarming, size kink, reader is called “mutt” and “puppy”

The initial idea was that he’d grind into you as you slept. You’d already told him you didn’t mind, that you even liked the idea of him fucking you while you slept.

However his tendencies to sleep cut his feverish plans short when he had arrived home late, finding you asleep and alluring in such a peaceful state. Yet here you both were, pressed tight to each other and sleeping soundly, only he never pulled out. The General felt rather lazy and you were incredibly comfortable and oh so warm around his length, why would he leave such a wonderful place? Only a fool would do that and Jing Yuan was certainly no fool.

His cock twitches against your gummy walls, filled to the brim with his thick length as his tip kisses your spongy cervix snuggly. His arms are wrapped tight around your middle, keeping you close to his chest and incredibly warm. Yet the fullness is what makes your eyes flutter open and pull you from your sleep with a whiny hum, stirring awake and blinking at the darkness surrounding you.

You try to move only to tense up when you drag his cock against your velvety walls, breath hitched in the back of your throat. A tired hum rumbles behind you, a nose nuzzling against your jaw before a kiss is pressed to your neck making you shiver. He chuckles quietly, pulling you back into his body with a long sigh and you hold back a moan. “You have to stay still, angel.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, tone teasing as he continues, “Or is that too difficult of a task for you, hm?”

You squeeze tight around him on purpose, enjoying how a strained groan rolls off his tongue but his hands slide over to grip your waist tight as he lets out a growl against your neck that makes a tingle of want crawl down your spine.

“If you keep moving like that, then I’ll have to put you back to bed myself.” His voice is smooth, deep and rumbly in his chest pressed tight to your back as his lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your neck. His thumb rubs circles into the plush of your waist, “Through physical means.. to tire you out.”

“Are you implying you’ll play fight with me, Jing?” You’re messing with him, trying to get a reaction from the laid back and collected General. He hums, pushing your hips down to grind against his own and you feel his cock throb inside of you.

“Depends.. Do you want me to put you back in your place, mutt? Or will you act like a well trained puppy and obey?”

! — praise, fingering (receiving), mommy kink

“Taking Mommy’s fingers so well even in your sleep. My, my, such a good little thing you are.” She coos out, praise dripping from her lips in that sultry voice of hers that makes your head cloudy and your body melt in her hold. The only difference right now is that you’re sound asleep, face scrunching up every once in a while when her fingers beckon against that spongy spot that would’ve normally brought tears to your eyes and cause sharp gasps to leave you.

She hums, brows raising slightly as you stir in your sleep. Your brows knit together, lips curling into a pout as you wriggle to get comfortable again before relaxing once more. She smiles at your sleeping face, how your features soften before tensing up again when she angles her fingers just right.

“Someone must be having a good dream, hm?” Her eyes rake down your body until they reach the sight of your thighs trembling on either sides of her forearm that’s found its place between your legs and pressed against your addicting heat. She chuckles softly, cooing at how wet you are even in your sleep, walls constricting around her fingers tightly as her palm nudges against your clit. She wanted a taste if she were being honest, but she’d wait until you woke up before she treated you to such a thing.

Her chin rests on your shoulder as she watches the show she was conducting, digits long and skillful, teasing around your drooling hole before sinking back in and you just swallow her up greedily.

“I wonder, if I woke you up now.. would you be embarrassed or would you beg for more?” She whispers against your ear, blowing softly and watching how your head tries to jerk away from the sensitive sensation. Her palm rubs into your puffy pearl with purpose now, eyes trained on your face to see what would be enough to wake you.

“C’mon, open those pretty eyes for me, will you, doll?” She beckons, watching as your head leans back into the pillow and you stir in your sleep as she speeds up the motions against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Fast and overwhelming, that’s what always had you crying out her name like a prayer and sure enough, your eyes flutter open and a moan is ripped from you as you cream around her digits still knuckles deep in your cunt.

“Atta girl.” She drawls out approvingly, pressing a kiss to your cheek as her digits slow down before she’s pulling them out and watching how the translucent essence webs between her fingers.

She smiles as she looks over at your sleepy eyes filled with lust before straddling you and snaking down your body until she’s reaching your sopping pussy that still pulsates around nothing. “I’ll clean up the mess, sweetheart. You don’t have to worry about a thing, mkay?”

a dance with death

Boom

Mother-daughter angst on a random Thursday