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Wow welcome to my shitty writing blog,
I'm probably gonna do requests but I sometimes just completely forget them so sorry if they take awhile, I'll probably write really spontaneously because I get weird with motivation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I hope you enjoy your time here tho, have a lovely day and take care of yourselves
𓂃 𐑞 ikevil is for those who . . . ︶
Oh my god
Guys if I post daddy kink will you be nice to me? Will you all consent to daddy kink on your feed?
I need all 200+ of you to consent to daddy kink on your feed so when I post in the future it’s not a shock.
real name. (claude von riegan x reader)
anon asked: “in honor of knowing claude’s real name, almyran king claude with a fodlan-born s/o pre-marriage wrapping her head around how everyone calls him king khalid instead of claude and they look at her weird for calling him claude even though that’s the only name she’s known him by. i’ll bet you someone even tries to correct her on it, but claude’s like “nah, it feels weird to hear you call me that” (secret kink tho? lmao)”
a/n: i really like this BC I LOVE MR KHALID !!! i took some uhhh liberties w the prompt so i hope u like anyways !!!
“how come you never told me?” his room is still as he rests his head in your lap, your fingers running through his hair. claude lets out a sigh, melting into your touch. it’s not that he didn’t want to tell you, he did, you were one of the few people he trusted, he just never could find the right time.
“never thought about it much,” claude muses, twirling the end of his braid around his fingers like it was an arrow – a horrible nervous tick he hadn’t been able to break even after the war was finished in fodlan. “besides… there were much more important things to focus on during war.”
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Don’t Tell Dimitri — Claude x Reader
Summary: It was after one of the monthly missions that Byleth had asked you to assist with the Golden Deer. Your lance skills were remarkable enough to have Claude manipulating Byleth into asking for your help. However, Claude’s reasons to do so were others rather than just your strength and skill.
A/N: I went for F!Byleth instead of Gender Neutral Byleth, as I originally intended. I’ve been playing far too long with F!Byleth, I sometimes forgt M!Byleth is a thing too XD forgive me. Also, I’ve been loving the Golden Deer route, although I’ve got to admit, I miss my Blue Lions :c Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.
Also! I headcannon Byleth to be a cheeky little shit. Everytime I have the opportunity to answer with any sarcastic/smartass answer, I go for that one. So, my perception of Byleth is heavily influenced by it. I apologize if you eadcanon Byleth to be more of a composed/serious character.
Posted: 04.21.2020
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: curse words.
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An Urgent Matter - Claude von Riegan x Reader 🍋
Uhhhh this idea popped into my head don’t @ me lmao
Content warning: exhibitionism if you squint
It had been too long since you’d had a morning to yourselves. Luckily, this one was all too perfect. The sun streamed through the window of Claude’s old dormitory at Garegg Mach, meaning you were free from the Alliance Roundtables that kept your lover tied up.
Instead, it was just you and Claude, basking in the sunlight and in one another. You knew the look in Claude’s eyes all too well when you woke up, and you were more than thrilled about it. Your relationship had been kept fairly under wraps—for safety concerns, of course, since Claude didn’t want to give anyone in the Empire any reason to take you hostage—so times like this came few and far between.
Claude’s lips trailed down your jaw and neck as his hands roamed your body. He’d pulled you into his lap for easier access to your breasts, gripping at them as his mouth eventually found the flesh there. Claude always treated you like the second coming of the Goddess when you were like this, and since there were no plans for this morning, he took his sweet time with his body worship of you.
You rolled your hips against his lap, feeling eager. Claude chuckled against your nipple and looked up at you through his eyelashes. Even without his teeth against one nipple and his fingers pinching the other, the eroticism of how he looked at you was enough to spread warmth from your core to your lower body. You could feel his cock just beneath you, hard and long as you rolled your hips again. Claude moaned this time, and he released your nipple with a light popping sound.
“You’re soaked already, love.”
“You have that effect on me.”
Claude moved his hands from your chest to your hips to guide you onto him. You couldn’t help your own moan as he filled you, slow and steady as he had all morning. His lips found yours for a passion-fueled kiss before he left a trail of kisses along your shoulders. You found a smooth rhythm that allowed you to feel every inch of Claude inside you, and he took his time in both bottoming out and withdrawing over and over again.
A knock at Claude’s door startled you just as you were on the precipice of sheer bliss, but he paid it no mind and carried on.
“Claude?”
It was Lorenz.
“Should we..?” You whispered.
“Nah. He’ll probably go away.”
Lorenz knocked again. “Claude, I know this was a rest day for our troops, but this is an urgent matter.”
Claude rolled his eyes. “Now’s a bad time, Lorenz.” He didn’t stop his thrusts, but ran one of his hands up your body, your neck, and then grasped your jaw with it. Claude put a finger to your lips before pushing it past, silencing you. He winked as he did it.
“Claude, I implore you, you must come at once.”
“Not now, Lorenz.” The fact that Claude was able to maintain his typical cool composure was impressive.
“As I have said, this is an urgent matter!”
“I promise it’s not more urgent than what I’m doing. I’ll meet you in the council room in ten minutes, alright?”
Claude brought the hand that wasn’t in your mouth down to between your legs to rub at your clit as he continued as if Lorenz wasn’t there. You stifled your moan against his finger.
“Unacceptable. We have received word from the scouts in Bergliez territory. I shall remain here until you come out, lest I break down this door myself.”
Claude chuckled. “Trust me, you don’t wanna do that.”
He mouthed to you and worded, “Sorry about him,” and picked up the pace on your clit to apologize further. As you clenched around Claude’s cock, you expected him to withdraw so he could speak to Lorenz, but he only picked up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm and testing how well his finger in your mouth could really quiet you.
“You are so good for me,” Claude said, his voice low in his whisper. “Let’s see if I can get a second out of you before he freaks out.”
He didn’t change the pace, but upped the intensity of his thrusts. It took everything in you to not moan with pleasure, and while you were used to having to keep quiet so those passing by wouldn’t hear, this was certainly a first.
“Claude, what is going on in there?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
As your second orgasm wash over you, you felt Claude’s cock tense up before releasing into you, lightly pulsing. He moved his hands to massage your hips and kiss you all at once, relishing in how close you two were. He helped you off of his lap and kissed your forehead once you were seated next to him.
“Here.” He handed you the sheets and blanket so you could cover yourself. “I’ll see what he wants. Stay put.”
As Claude quickly tossed his pants on, you cast the spell you learned from a tome in Abyss so you wouldn’t be with child and wrapped yourself in the sheets and blanket to the best of your ability. Even if Lorenz didn’t see you, a quick look at Claude made it fairly clear what the hold up was: his lips were a bit swollen and his hair was even more tousled than usual.
Lorenz gasped when Claude opened the door.
“What about the scouts?”
“Claude! Do you have no respect for me that you couldn’t bother to get decent?”
Claude held his arms out to the side before dropping them to his chest. “Best I could do for now. What’s so urgent?”
“Is… is that..?”
“And so what if it is?”
“Why, I—”
“Choose your words carefully. I doubt it would do you any favors with the ladies of the Alliance if word got out that you looked when you shouldn’t have.”
Lorenz huffed, but conceded. “Very well. I shall meet you in the council room in ten minutes.”
Lorenz left without another word. Claude sighed as he closed the door and locked it behind him. He returned to bed and wrapped an arm around you, bringing him to his side.
“Hopefully this doesn’t take too long. No matter what, though, I promise I’ll treat you to tea later, alright?”
“I’ll hold you to it.”
Claude pressed your foreheads together before he kissed your nose. “You’re free to come, if you like.”
“I don’t think I can look Lorenz in the eye right now.”
He laughed. “Fair enough.” He kissed you again with the same slowness he had all morning, wishing he could feel the sun on your skin for just a few moments longer.
The Golden Touch (Claude von Riegan x Reader)
"Claude- "Ssh." "Claude!" A grin curved his cheek and his green eyes glittered like jewels. He had no right to look so damn pretty, especially when he was pissing you off. But with that being said, you couldn't help melting under his touch. He’d get you like this, starting out with just the barest flirting and innuendo, before he’d amp it up over the course of the day, like turning the heat up in a teakettle until even the smallest touch was like a brand from how geared up you were. The way his fingers tangled in your hair, his thigh teasingly brushing between your legs, just that naughty little hint of pressure that he never fully gave. Your mouth already felt swollen to from kissing him and you knew Claude well enough to know that he's nowhere near being through with you. Still, this was risky even for him - you knew he was a man fond of taking chances, of outfoxing others, but pouncing on you in the Audience Chamber when you both knew Seteth or anyone else could walk in at any moment? Well. That was certainly upping the stakes. "You're such a little shit," you growled as Claude moved closer with that teasing smirk on his face. "Tsk, tsk. Such a filthy mouth you have on you." he murmured in chiding tones that didn't match the wicked glint in his eyes. "Just what am I going to do with you?" He closed the distance in moments and his mouth was on yours, all heat and tingling and just the faintest scrape of teeth on your bottom lip, his hands pinning your wrists in place above your head. The bastard - he knew you were aching to touch him, to drag your fingers through his hair and grab at those fine thighs of his, but Claude being Claude he read your intentions easily and he just wouldn't give it to you just like that. He liked to play far too much for that. "Nnh...you don't fool me," you mumbled against his lips, whining as his mouth met your neck and sucked on the sensitive skin there. "You act like you just wanted me so much that you just couldn't wait, but really, I think you're just getting off on desecrating Rhea and Seteth's meeting place where they spill all the secrets you don't get to hear." "Ah! Such a sharp tongue!" Claude mock-gasped, pressing a hand to his heart in a show of being wounded, practically pouting at you. "I'm hurt, truly. Do you really believe I'd simply use you for a cheap thrill like that?" "Claude von Riegan, I know you're capable of just about anything," you snarked, the use of his full name a subtle poke over the differences in your respective statuses. Not that he’d ever cared for such things, but you liked to remind him every now and then of how very un-noble-like he could be at times. Claude actually laughed at that, the noise loud in the echoey chamber of the room, especially in the little alcove you'd tucked yourselves into. Claude seemed to have a worrying knowledge on convenient hiding places just like this, all around Garrag Mach. You wouldn’t expect anything less from someone as in love with schemes and secrets as he was. "Oh, just for that, I'll show you just what I'm capable of, princess." His knee shifted higher, rubbing at the apex of your thighs, and this time it was no mere teasing brush. No, now he was truly exerting pressure, and you couldn't stop yourself from grinding against his taut, muscular thigh. It was always a mistake with Claude to show your hand so early, but it felt so good, the slowly-building friction that you craved, and you reacted on instinct. He took a lot of joy in teasing you, building and building on it until you could barely stand it anymore. He’d always argue it made the moment you got what you’d been seeking for all that much more pleasurable. "Hmm...you like that, don't you?" Claude said huskily, into your ear. "I thought you might. But the question is, do you think you get to come so quickly after being so cheeky?" And with that he removed his knee, setting his foot firmly back on the floor with a soft click of his boot, smirking when you let out a huff of frustration and glared at him despite your obvious pleasure.
You were so close! "Tch. I suppose you want me to beg, is that it?" you asked, snidely. Claude hummed in thought, cocking his head to one side, and his tongue darted out of his mouth to flick across his bottom lip, eyes roving over your face like he's trying to divine a deep secret from you with a mere glance. Despite your compromising position and the fact anybody could walk in and catch you at any moment, it was this searching look on Claude's fact that made you blush, heat searing your cheeks and pooling in your belly. If you'd told yourself five years ago that you'd be like this with Claude von Riegan himself, heir apparent to the Leicester Alliance, you'd have laughed yourself sick. You’d nursed your crush like you were growing a flower, yet you’d never quite expected for him to take notice of you, friends though you were. Now it had become something else entirely. "You? Beg?" Claude asked, amusement threading his tone, but you could see he was intrigued - you might have been the one pinned against the wall like a butterfly, but you knew Claude's major weakness. Curiosity. "Is that what you want?" you asked, wriggling a little in his hold and he gave your wrists a gentle squeeze. "I won't lie to you - any man's ego would be stoked hearing that from a pretty girl like you, but I know you better than that. When an offer seems too good to be true, that's usually because it is." "You're the one holding me up against the wall, Claude," you replied, managing to sound deadpan, even as a giggle threatened to bubble up your throat. It wouldn’t do to stop playing your part just yet. "Seems like we're in a stalemate unless you name your price, doesn't it? Or...maybe you want to get caught? Is that it? You want to get a scolding from Seteth?" "Oh, that's it," Claude said, huskily. "I think someone needs to learn to watch that mouth." Your eyes glittered in the torchlight as you tilted your head back to look at him, meeting his gaze. "Make me." The next moment, your wrists were free, but Claude had other things he needed to do with his hands. Namely by grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, back pressed against the stone and one very handsome future ruler wedged inbetween your legs. You took the chance to wrap them around his hips, moaning as he tugged away the knot holding your shirt closed - with his teeth, no less - and burying his face in the synapse of your breasts. His facial hair tickled the sensitive skin there and you giggled softly at the sensation, even with Claude grinding his erection into you, his warm, wicked mouth lavishing attention on your breasts. A moan left your mouth as his tongue circled your nipples in a slow, tantalising circle, sending tingling bolts of pleasure shooting through you. "Mmh...Claude..." you hissed, raking your hands through his rich, dark hair. "Fuck!" He always gave attention to your breasts during sex, but there was something extra elicit about this, having them exposed to the cool air like this, knowing this was most definitely not allowed and Claude enjoying them so thoroughly, his tongue dragging across your skin and leaving a hot trail in its wake. And just then - just as you were starting to feel really fucking good, he pulled back. Smirked at you. "Now, what do we say when we want some more of something, hmm?" The little bastard! Your mouth fell open and no doubt you looked a sight, chest exposed and covered in lovebites, face flushed and your hair in absolute disarray. You squirmed indignantly, but his grip on you was firm and his expression grew even more slyly amused with how your body gave you away so easily. "What?" you spluttered out. "Don't stop!" "What do we say, princess?" Claude responded, undaunted, but you could see mirth in his eyes, a little grin showing just a hint of fang that would have made your knees weak, if you were currently using them. Damn you, von Riegan. "Please, Claude..." you said, hating and loving it at the same time. "Mm... please keep going." "Ah, the look of defeated pride," Claude hummed,
moving his face closer. "I guess I ought to savour it, but I'm not that cruel. So, let me just..." And then his mouth covered your breasts and whatever he was going to say was lost in a lusty groan. Your thighs squeezed Claude's hips, a yelp escaping you as he playfully nipped your skin. Between his mouth and the tauntingly slow grinding of his hips, you knew you weren't going to keep up the haughty veneer anymore - your body was trembling with the effort of keeping clamped around him, and you could feel your damp underwear sticking to you, the fabric dragging over your clit with each small shift. It was driving you crazy with anticipation. "Claude, Claude-!" you gasped out. His mouth covered yours as you came, muffling your cries that would no doubt echo in this chamber at the volume you were reaching. I guess he really doesn't want to get caught, then. Your feet met the ground and Claude inched back a step, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, a flirty smile on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly a voice made both of you freeze. A voice you both knew very well. "Hmm...most troubling..." In a blink of an eye, Claude closed the distance between you (scant as it had been before), squashing you against the wall and clamping a gloved hand over your mouth. Not that you were planning on extending a greeting at the moment, in your present condition. Especially not to Seteth, of all the people to walk in. Stakes high enough for you now, Claude? But, despite the spike of panic that sent your heart hammering in your chest, something occurred to you. That this untimely arrived had provided you with an interesting opportunity. You eyed Claude slyly as he glanced over his shoulder - Seteth had walked into the little alcove opposite the one you two were currently hiding in, but who knew how long he might stay there for? What if he started doing paperwork right there? With your bodies pressed together like this, all you could think about was what Claude looked like under those clothes, how good he looked when he let down his walls and really let go and enjoyed yourself. And how much you wanted him to fuck you. So, to get back at him for before, and to see just what he’d do, you slid your hand down the front of his breeches. Green eyes darted to meet yours, flared wide with surprise, before your hand gripped the base of his shaft, giving a gentle squeeze. "You. little. minx." he breathed against your neck. In lieu of a verbal response, you began moving your hand up and down the length of his dick, with slow, even strokes you knew would drive him crazy, the way he always managed to do to you. Claude wasn't the only one who knew how to catch someone off guard and you weren’t going to throw a chance to see him in a position like this away, Seteth or no Seteth. His eyelids fluttered as you moved just a little faster, a grunt of pleasure leaving him and he had to bite his lip to muffle his moan, the sight of which made you ache between your legs - there was just something so savage about it and he was usually so easygoing. Or at least, that was how he usually chose to present himself to other people. You could both hear Seteth shuffling papers in the background, pacing with an agitation so obvious that you could even hear it in his footsteps. Claude moaned - not loudly, but enough to make you both tense up, locking eyes with simultaneous alarm. Seteth's footsteps paused - a single moment of agonising suspense. Then, he was leaving, footsteps retreating, grumbling softly to himself as he walked. Ever a worrier, that Seteth. It was a good thing Claude still had a hand over your mouth, because the urge to erupt into giggles was abruptly positively overwhelming, anticipation and dread bursting into relief so strong that laughter was the automatic, simplest response to it. You couldn’t stop yourself from snickering into his gloved palm. "Think that's funny, do you?" Claude asked dryly, even though he was smiling too, lowering his hand. "I don't know about you, but
I think my heart just about stopped." "The-the look on your face!" you wheezed, trying to laugh quietly, tears of mirth threatening to overspill. "Wow, I never would have thought you were actually scared of Seteth!" "Oh really? That panic-stricken look in your eyes didn't exactly scream, 'devil may care' to me," Claude replied, smirking, not even bothering to rise to the cheap bait. "But now that little interruption is over…well, I'm not the type not to see things through. So, with that being said..." And then he was scrambling to unfasten your pants, jerking them down your hips and it was gratifying to know that he was aching for you just as much as you were for him. Seteth's arrival had, unintentionally, been something of an aphrodisiac, your body confusing the pulse of fear with a further boost of lust that neither of you were inclined to ignore anymore. "Claude-" you began, but whatever it was you’d been about to say died in your throat as he kissed you and entered you at the same time, sinking into your wet heat with ease. Claude picked you up, kissing you fiercely as he moved his hips, hitching you higher up and hooking one of your legs around his waist, so he could reach even deeper inside you. Your leg trembled a little and you squeaked in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your exposed skin breaking out in goosepimples against the cold stone, but you were far too preoccupied to care. "Nn...just look at you," Claude purred into your ear, only slightly short of breath. "You love this just as much I do, don't you? The thrill of sneaking around, almost getting caught? It excites you so much. You're so wet for me...mm... feels so fucking good..." His voice was like molten honey. You had no idea how he could even string together a sentence, much less say things like that to you - all that was going through your head was demands for more, for him not to stop, and his name repeating itself over and over in your brain, like a tongue returning to the gap where a missing tooth should be. You littered his neck with frantic kisses, giving his shoulder a bite as his shirt drooped off his torso, exposing tantalising parts of skin that made you long to leave a mark there. Anyway, Claude liked a little pain with his pleasure - the way he arched his back like a cat was proof of that. "Ah-! You naughty, naughty girl~" he growled quietly, giving your earlobe a punishing tug with his teeth in retaliation, smirking as you squeaked. "Careful now - you're so bad at keeping quiet, aren't you? I suppose that's my fault, since you end up screaming my name so often~" "Fuck-!" you hissed, clutching Clade like a drowning man will clung to debris, your breasts squished against the firm planes of his muscular chest. The pressure was making you feel almost light-headed, your core clenching around his dick as he kept going, hitting somewhere inside you that made your body practically sing with pleasure. "Yes, yes...!" "Say it, princess. Say it and I'll make you come." Shit. There was no holding out on him now - not when you were so, so close. Your eyes slid shut, the words falling easily from your lips. "Claude...please!" you choked out against his neck. "Ah-!" A husky, strained laugh met your ears and he kissed your neck tenderly, the contrast between his taunting and the gentleness of the gesture somehow complementing one another perfectly. "That's my girl." Your teeth sank into his shoulder as you came, Claude giving a few last, firm thrusts that finally unravelled you, gave you what you wanted after dangling in front of you for so long, only to whisk it away at the last second, like a cat swiping for a piece of string. Claude's pace grew sloppy as it was his turn, a few more erratic jerks of his hips before he too finally reached his peak, a throaty sigh escaping him. His skin glistened faintly with sweat and his hair looked appealingly dishevelled as he took a moment to gather himself, leaning his head on your shoulder. You could tell he was grinning even with his face hidden. You couldn't linger for
long, though, and soon pulled apart and began redressing, you wobbling a bit as you got used to being on your feet again. It would be obvious to anybody who spoke to either of you what had just happened, but if you hurried back your rooms, you might just be able to get cleaned up and changed with nobody being any the wiser. Claude gave a soft laugh as you both stepped out from the alcove as if nothing had happened. You were happy to get out of there, yourself – and you knew you wouldn’t be able to look Seteth in the eye for a couple of days, even if you hadn’t been caught. "So, what do you think, princess?" Claude hummed as you walked side-by-side, for all intents and purposes looking for a couple of friends having a stroll together, but Claude's smile was pure sin as he looked at you. "Desecrating the Audience Chamber well worth pissing off Rhea?" You smirked - you had the perfect suggestion for upping the ante for next time. "Let's do it in the Cathedral next time."
Noooooooooo i wanted victor to take care of me too it's a sin he wasn't in this event, Victoooooooor 😭 whyyyyyyyyyyy it physically pains me he wasn't in this event the audacity 😭
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I haven't written fanfiction in so long, and this is neither edited well or even good enough to post, but I'm just hoping posting it puts me in the habit of posting more often.
Victor x reader : Ikemen Villains
Reader is short, reader is very comfortable with being undressed, reader is Kate/MC, Probably my senseless rambling, 2nd person
1.3k words of Reader undressing in front of Vic, and she's just wondering when he'll crack. No smooching or nothing, just unspoken yearning on both sides and Victor's impeccable self-restraint to stay out of horny jail. (Roger definitely heard yall get frustrated about it, and he's gonna make it everyones problem).
A Dangerous Deal with Victor (Villains in CASINO - Victor’s story)
My translation of Victor's casino event story
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We infiltrated Gloria, a casino swirling with dark rumors including everything from illegal gambling, shady deals, and various other claims from eyewitnesses. I was posing as a waitress, while Victor pretended to be a dealer. However…
Young Lady: Oooh! Over here, Mr. Dealer!
Beautiful Noblewoman: If I win the next hand, will you tell me your name!?
Victor: Please calm down, ladies. I’m glad you’re having fun, but I am just a dealer here.
I was not having a good time at all. Victor looked so handsome as a dealer that all the female customers were flocking to his table, the sound of their squealing filled the air.
(I mean, it’s not a surprise to me that Victor’s popular.)
The problem was with what he was wearing.
OMG! That explains a lot…
Thank you very much for the translation.
Vivi is really something.
All intellectual property belongs to Cybird. I simply fan-translate for fun. I am not fluent in Japanese, so translations are not 100% accurate. Additionally, please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken for smoother translation and characterization purposes. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾
: ̗̀⁍ MDNI : ̗̀⁍ Contains awkwardly translated smut
Just to help someone spend their hard-earned diamonds wisely, in case, like me, you didn’t catch where it says non/dub-con (only on the News info vs the more eye-catching Events box on the bottom left, which takes you to the actual page where there’s no mention of it at all) and was wondering what manner of “discretion” they may need to summon:
What it says in the vague af preview on the actual story set page:
What it says once you spend your diamonds:
Some of (plentiful) the non-con:
Hey, recently I’ve been seeing the guy that sexually assaulted me at my work as a customer lately and it’s obviously been negatively affecting me and ofc fiction helps so
If your comfortable with it
Can I please request a Jude and Mc?
I didn’t get his maid event but I saw a summery of it and I know he tries to teach mc a lesson about how dangerous men can be and like has her pinned against a wall and his leg between her thighs and she was getting kinda turned on (which I love Jude so if I was in a good mind space would be sexy/hot (so she rightfully got turned on lol) but in a bad mind space it’s kinda scary) so like maybe based off of that? But like where mc had seen the man that SAed her in her past while she was out earlier that day and she isn’t in the best mind space due to it so when Jude tries to teach her this lesson like this ofc not knowing she already knows this lesson well she ends up having a panic attack and he instead realizes how he shouldn’t have assumed she needed this lesson?
Thanks! And if you don’t feel comfortable with this then that’s 100% understandable and you won’t hurt my feelings in not writing it! 🫶🏻
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I'm so sorry to hear that. No one should have to experience that. I hope this fic will make you feel better <3
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊
Please do Victor.
Can I have a smutty dictionary? Or a list of smutty words?
Sure! Now, this is definitely incomplete; these are the ones I use most often. If you have any to add, please do!
“The Smut Writer’s Dictionary”
Arousal/Anticipation
hot
warm
burn
ache
heat
swell
red/pink flush
roil
dizzy
foggy
rush of [heat, for example]
heavy
heady
intoxicating
thick [air/atmosphere]
thrum
ignite
desire
pulse quickened
tempt
tantalizing
throb
excite
prickle
tingle
turn on
What People Look Like
disheveled
blissed out
eyes glazed over
eyes rolled back in head
flushed
sweaty
glistening
mouth open
eyes closed
General Movement
clutch
crawl
slap
swat
smack
nuzzle
fidget
squirm
fast
slow
lift
fold
embrace
melt into/against
bend
shove
wiggle
wriggle
tuck
glide
clenching/unclenching
General Touching
caress
graze
brush
stimulate
flick
massage
skim
drag
shiver
goosebumps
flutter
grope
fondle
pet
pleasure [as in: pleasured himself]
nudge
stroke
feather-light
tease
probe
wander
knead
capture
grip
Kissing/Rimming
suck
bite
nibble
lick
slide
wet
flick tongue at/against
bite
bury [his face] in
ravish
dip [tongue into]
weave lips together
capture [his] lips
press a kiss against
drop a kiss to [body part]
Noises
grunt
growl
moan
groan
sigh
breath hitching
gasp
sharp intake of breath
exhale
cry
keen
whimper
whine
hoarse
ragged
garbled
strangled
croak
shout
Verbs for Speaking
breathe
whisper
sigh
gasp
groan
moan
grunt
growl
order
snap
spat
cry
murmur
mumble
beg
whimper
whine
croak
Preparation
finger
open [himself] up
work [himself] open
pump [fingers/toy] in and out
spread
shove
slick/slicken
lubed [himself] up
Blow Job
lick
suck
envelop
wet
mouth at [something]
slobber
dripping
flick tongue at/against
blow
drool
Hand Job/Masturbation
pump
twist
squeeze
rub
fondle
cup
stroke
palm
tap
grip
Dry Humping
grind
rub
rock
hump
roll hips together/against
Fucking
push in
press in/against
slide in
breach
pop in
bury [himself] in/into/inside
in to the hilt
penetrate
sink down on
split open
tight
fill
roll
thrust
drive
pound
rock
bounce
buck
slam
meld
frantic
fuse
pace [fast or slow, for example]
clench
grind
Orgasm/Words for Feeling Pleasure
come/cum
climax
peak
topple over
fall over
tumble over
let go
spill
contract
convulse
writhe
quiver
shiver
shudder
shoot
tremble
ejaculate
pulse
pulsate
twitch
arch [his back]
blissed out
spasm
burst
reeling
throb
tremor
ecstasy
swallow
shockwaves
release
spurt
jerk
Taste
tangy
sweet
bitter
salty
Smell
musky
heady
intoxicating
tangy
sweet
Cooldown/Cleanup
sticky
sweaty
glistening
chest heaving
wipe
dab
wash
spent
soften
flagged [as in: his cock flagged]
fulfilled
satisfied
left reeling
cuddle
snuggle
plaster [as in: plastered themselves together OR plastered to each other’s side]
flop around
boneless
limp
Words to Describe Cock
cock
dick
shaft
tip
ridge
hard
firm
glisten
thick
length
red
flushed
engorged
throbbing
quivering
twitching
Words to Describe Feelings/Touches/Movements/Sensations
gentle
soft
rough
hard
fervid
feverish
fervor
passionate
vulnerable
exposed
sensual
silky
fleeting
prickle
tingle
tender
warm
electric
spark
Misc. Smutty Words and Phrases
with abandon
need
want
overcome
erupt in [goosebumps, for example]
pliant
viscous
erotic
long for
yearn
yield
urge
bloom [as in: color bloomed across his cheeks]
intimate
relax
vigorous
thrill
I don't know what to say or how to react to this sudden information, but 👁️🫦👁️
Also, I've tried to measure how much that would be and I feel like I don't want to know the real measure... I have a pretty slender fingers, 1.5 cm wide (that would make 5 to 6 cm wide), but I feel like one Roger's finger would, at least, double that, so 3 cm each finger. With that we have that just 3 of his fingers would be something like 9 cm, and 4, which is crazy, would be 12 cm... At this point I don't know if I should be scared or concerned...
Be both. Also be horny.
So I've had this in my drafts for over a month. Because before I could respond, I needed something.
You see, I don't remember what event prompted her to say this, but at some point last year, my darling @typewriting-robin compared Roger's fingers to mozzarella sticks. While I was, unbeknownst to her, eating mozz sticks. This has become our unofficial measure for Roger's fingers.
So I needed mozzarella sticks. (And Trey Nui because he does science and I don't.)
NSFW/NSFT discussion under the Read More, doin' Roger Barel finger and dick math with mozz sticks. Sorry, everypony. I needed to know.
Day 7 | Morning sex - Victor
Kinktober masterlist
Gender-neutral reader (genitals not specified)
Word count: 900
18+, PWP, established relationship, soft and lazy sex, humping, penetrative sex, minimal editing
You inhaled as the morning sun hit your eyelids. Your muscles twitched and stretched in the tangled sheets. The light was too bright. Your brows furrowed as you turned your head away.
You rolled over in bed. The sweet darkness returned to your eyelids and your hand brushed against warm skin. His scent filled your nose. Your bleary eyes opened to see Victor sleeping next to you. You smiled and snuggled into the pillows as you watched him.
