Guess I should make an introduction... welcome to the Medvecia Hellfire Club. I write things that I hope you, fellow fans of lewding GBF men, will also enjoy. There’ll be a lot of size kink, because that’s my favorite. I don’t have any current plans to open requests, because this is my first time even sharing my writing, but who knows.
All of my fics are female third-person reader-insert because that’s what I’m most comfortable with.
Anyway... I sincerely hope you all enjoy. Thanks for visiting.
Not the update you were probably hoping for, but I just wanted to let you all know that because of IRL things, and those IRL things contributing to my depression, that I haven’t been able to write much in awhile. I apologize for the delay, and I’ll have more fics out when I can. Thank you all again for your patience and support. 🦇❤️
Pardon my dust as I get used to how this site works, edit things, and keep Lord Feldrac off my back.
After some thinking, I’ve decided to establish the blog as a place for GBF fan fiction of a somewhat darker nature. Dubcon, blood, violence... things like that. I am running a Hellfire Club, after all... but if these sorts of things don’t appeal to you, dear readers, you’re welcome to leave your membership card with the doorman. He won’t bite... but if he does, he really liked you.
I generally only get two days a week to myself to write, so unless I’m particularly inspired, uploads will probably be slow. I sincerely apologize.
That said, I have a few things planned...
-A peaceful camping trip with Siegfried that gets interrupted by monsters, in true Granblue fashion... he gets a bit too worked up protecting you, and now you have to calm him down...
-Being a secretary for Lucilius is rough, especially when you have to report to Belial... and you can’t exactly say no when he ropes you into a little experiment of his own involving Sariel...
-With his faith in his master’s will shaken, Lucio decides to use all of his power to serve you instead. But where does the line between loyalty end and fanaticism begin?
-The crew find an odd book while out exploring some ruins, which Altair eagerly devours, as usual. But now he’s acting a bit weird...
Vaseraga x Djeeta (NSFW) (Reader-Insert Friendly.)
Dedicated to my favorite draph boy who helps me MVP Faa raids.
(( Size kink. Blood/Rough sex. ))
“...Captain. You don’t have to do this.”
Despite the fearsome dark helmet that he wore, she was pretty sure the draph was blushing.
“I know. And I told you, I want to.”
Vaseraga sat on the edge of the huge bed in his room, the Captain in his lap. With their difference in size, she looked like a doll sitting there, though her intentions weren’t exactly innocent. He was silent for a long moment, then let out a sigh, a hand that was easily big enough to crush her skull gently cradling it instead.
“...Alright. Just... don’t hurt yourself,” He mumbles, glancing away from the triumphant grin blooming on her face.
“I’ll be careful. Just relax,” She murmurs, glancing up to watch his reaction as she began to run her hands over his massive chest, exploring curiously. He couldn’t feel pain, but he could still feel other things, right? It would be pretty hard to do much of anything if you were completely numb...
Vaseraga utters a soft grunt and she blinks, but continues, steadily making her way down to his sides. She feels the muscle flex and bunch beneath her touch and smiles. Okay, progress! But as one of his fingers begins to stroke down her spine, it’s her turn to blush and shiver.
She peers up into the darkness of his helmet accusingly, and he just chuckles.
Not wanting to get distracted, she runs her hands along his stomach, earning a slightly louder grunt this time. The rigid muscle flutters beneath her fingers, so she keeps rubbing him there, only to suddenly find herself caged in his embrace.
“...Captain,” The draph murmurs, his deep voice rumbling through her chest. She feels her heart start pumping faster, even though she expected this reaction. He tries to nuzzle into her neck, the cold steel of his helmet scraping her skin, and she feels liquid heat start to pool low in her gut.
Slowly, reluctantly, he releases her.
Flushing, she leans up again to plant tiny kisses on his hard chest, feeling bolder. Vaseraga huffs and brushes a thumb along the curves of her body in response, smirking to himself as he feels her breath hitch in turn, though as he feels her mouth swiftly moving downwards he clutches at the sheets.
Kissing all the way down to his stomach, the skyfarer goes red in the face as she suddenly feels something else warm and hard beneath her.
“...You should leave,” the draph grunts, his whole body tight with tension. He knew that she was strong, probably one of the strongest humans he’d ever seen, but she was so tiny. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wouldn’t... he was just a weapon, but he would make sure that nobody would hurt those he cared for.
Not even himself.
“Vaseraga... it’s okay. I figured this would happen. I just wanted to help you relax, and this is a good way—“
He wanted nothing more than to pin her soft body beneath his, to hear her scream his name... to make the whole ship hear it.
“You’re doing the opposite,” He growls, and then the scent of her arousal hits him and he utters a choked groan, digging his fingers into the mattress.
“Vaseraga...”
“LEAVE, DAMN YOU!” He roars, looming over her like some fearsome shadow, red eyes smoldering from within his helmet.
She feels her heart stop for an entire beat, then swallows thickly and shakes her head. “No.”
The draph snarls, then shifts, easily pinning her beneath him with one hand while leaving the other to help support his weight, the bed creaking ominously beneath them. Taking off his helmet, face still shrouded in bandages, he sets it aside and leers down at her.
“Fine. But don’t blame me when you can’t walk tomorrow,” He rumbles, then chuckles at the look on her face, unbuttoning his pants. His cock springs free and he huffs in relief, then hooks one finger in her underwear, tugging it down as he descends upon her.
The girl yelps as she suddenly feels his tongue against her, lapping at her entrance, the sudden stimulation almost overwhelming. Rolling her hips against the flat of it, she moans, arching her back.
Vaseraga watches her squirm beneath him hungrily, the taste of her arousal on his tongue making his dick throb. He nips her thigh and the resulting squeal makes him grin, tongue delving into her folds before she can even realize it, the size alone filling her as well as an actual cock. Curling it inside of her, his grin widens a bit as she bucks against him, a pleased rumble building in the back of his throat as he watches her body tighten. Gently but relentlessly fucking her with his tongue, he’s amused to see that it doesn’t take very long for her to climax.
The Captain shudders and goes limp, waves of pleasure washing over her as she lays there. After a minute or two, she stretches and yawns, then flushes as she feels his erection nudge against her thighs. The draph dips his head to nuzzle into her neck properly this time, then kisses down along her shoulder, tugging her shirt and bra down with a single finger to expose her breasts.
“You shouldn’t have gotten me riled up… but I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” He murmurs, beginning to suck at her breasts. It doesn’t take much effort for him to suck at one nipple, then the other, his rough tongue swabbing over them. She merely utters a soft moan in response, then bites her lip as she feels one of his fingers sliding up into her, making her quiver. The draph tsks to himself, but begins to work it inside of her, slowly, probing for sweet spots.
“I want you as wet as possible,” He rumbles, then snorts softly as he feels her clench around the digit. “I wasn’t even trying to be dirty… but that works too,” He adds, chuckling softly.
It occurs to the Singularity that she may be getting much more than she bargained for, but as long as he was having fun…
Feeling her body start to tense again, Vaseraga gently pulls his finger away, sucking at it as he leers down at her. Shifting into a sitting position, he leans back against the headboard and helps her straddle him, tensing as his cock begins to throb. She blushes, and he huffs, scratching at his head. “I know I said what I did, but we don’t have to… I don’t want to hurt you…”
She huffs too and squeezes one of his large hands in both of hers. “We’ll just try together, Vaseraga. Okay?”
He merely grunts in response, moving his hands to carefully hold onto her hips as she begins to sink down onto him properly. He grinds his teeth, immediately struck by how tight she is, and he was barely inside of her. Eyes flicking to her face, he feels his self-control try to slip the leash again as he watches the ecstasy wash over her delicate features. He was doing that, making her feel good, she wasn’t afraid of him at all...she wanted him…
The draph begins to roll his hips, slowly but surely working inch after inch of his massive cock inside of her, each moan and whimper from the Captain filling his head until he couldn’t focus on anything else. Getting a rhythm going, he begins to bounce her in his lap, pinching her pretty pink nipples between his thumbs as she writhes on his length. Leaning down, he sinks his teeth into the junction between her neck and shoulder and she wails, the noise causing his hips to jerk sharply. Stuffing her full, Vaseraga utters a grunt of satisfaction and sucks at the wound, both the taste of her blood and feeling of her pussy clenching around him like a vice sending him over the edge.
The giant warrior practically roars again as he pumps her full of his seed, his grip on her hips keeping her as close to him as possible. Lapping at the teeth marks he left on her shoulder, it takes him a few minutes longer to even realize what he’d done. Chest tightening, he scoops her up into his arms, flinching as some of his fluids spill out of her. Gods, he was a disgusting monster, he should have just made her leave… but that would still be hurting her, wouldn’t it? He couldn’t win...
“Captain… I’m sorry…” He murmurs, hoarsely, staggering into the bathroom with her. Keeping the human cradled in one arm, he begins to run a bath for them with the other, gaze constantly flickering over her. She looked so vulnerable now… and it only made him feel sicker with himself.
Finally stirring, the skyfarer blinks a few times, peering up at the draph. She blinks once more, then looks to the steaming tub. “Sorry for what, Vaseraga? A bath sounds nice.”
The hulking warrior startles, almost dropping her, then turns off the hot water tap. “Captain…” He rumbles, then scrubs at his face, or at least as well as he can manage through the bandages. “I thought I really hurt you.”
She flushes and grins sheepishly, shrugging. “Well...you really wore me out and I’ll probably be sore, but that’s okay. I still had fun,” She chirps, then leans up, ruffling his hair. “You’re really sweet, Vaseraga.”
The draph just stares at her, then grumbles, wading into the tub with the Captain still in his arms. Despite his earlier worries, he had to admit that he was starting to feel pretty relaxed...
Grimnir x Djeeta (Reader-Insert Friendly.) (NSFW.)
Grimnir wasn’t fully aware of Belial’s history with the Singularity or her crew, so when the primarch dropped by one day to visit, he thought he would introduce himself. He was pretty much the only one that deemed to, besides the Captain herself, and he felt his cheeks flush with warmth as he watched them exchange... well, pretty intimate embraces, by his regard.
Not wanting to disturb them, he began to slip away, easily muffling the sounds of his footsteps with his power. Even so, his presence didn’t entirely escape the other primal’s notice, red eyes trailing after Grimnir curiously as he held the Singularity in his arms. Old Raphy’s student? Well, this could be fun...
(( Size kink. Praise kink. Aphrodisiacs.))
“Belial? What’s up?”
He glances down into her smiling face, all the times he’s made her expression into a much more explicit one by stuffing her full of his cock flashing through his mind.
Belial smiles, too.
“Nothing at all, Singularity.”
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It wasn’t until after dinner that Grimnir got his chance to meet Belial, or rather the Primarch bumped into him in the hallway, causing him to drop his book.
“Oh, sorry about that,” Belial murmurs, scooping the book back up and offering it to the other primal with an easy grin. “You’re Grimnir, right? Raphy’s disciple? How’s he doing these days?”
Grimnir blinks, taking the book, then smiles. “Master Raphael is doing fine. I guess you know him?”
“Oh yeah, we’re old friends...” The grin on his face widens a fraction, turning sharper.
Grimnir blinks again at the look on his face, then clears his throat, trying to be polite. Not all primals were... well-adjusted. “Ah, well... I guess you know the Singularity, too. We usually read together after dinner, so I was just on my way...”
“Right... don’t let me keep you,” The primarch murmurs, grin widening even further. Grimnir narrows his eyes and starts to say something, but the words die in his throat as Belial’s gaze pins him on the spot, crimson eyes smoldering. The Wind God shudders as he feels something slither through his mind, making him feel too warm, but such thoughts soon become too hazy to focus on.
“Tell her I said hello,” Belial purrs, sauntering down the hall, chuckling to himself. Virgins were always so fun...
Flushing at the mere thought of the Singularity, let alone saying anything to her, Grimnir heads down the hall to her room. Maybe if they got bored of reading they could... do something else.
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The closer the Singularity got to him, the warmer Grimnir seemed to feel. Feelings he didn’t entirely understand until recently began to crowd up his mind, making it hard to concentrate on what he was reading. That had never happened before.
Was he getting sick? No, that was impossible... and even if he was, he knew that she would take care of him.
The Singularity really was the best! She was so nice, and a good fighter! And pretty...
Mismatched eyes drifted over the human’s form as she read, taking in details he didn’t really notice before. She was strong, but definitely a girl! He could tell, because... because...
Trembling with nervous energy, he let his fingers brush her cheek, and flushed even more as she looked up at him, seeming startled by the touch. “Grimnir? Are you okay?”
Was her face getting red, too? He liked that.
He wanted to see that color all over.
“S-Singularity, I...um...”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some water,” She murmurs, getting to her feet and heading into the small connected bathroom. Finding her own water glass, she rinses it out thoroughly before letting it fill from the cold tap, brow knit in confusion. She hoped something wasn’t wrong with Grimnir, but as far as she knew, primals couldn’t get ill. Heading back out with the glass, she gasped and nearly dropped it as she collided with something solid.
Immediately wrapping an arm around her waist, Grimnir held her against him, the metal of his gauntlet slightly digging into her back. “S-Singularity... I thought you’d left,” He murmurs, gazing down at her. The look in his eyes wasn’t exactly predatory, but it was still intense, and definitely enough to make her nervous.
“N-no, I...got you some water,” She replies, eyeing him warily, even as he gently plucks the glass from her hand. He downs it and sighs contentedly, setting the glass aside. As he’s distracted, the skyfarer tries to gently pull away from him, then utters a soft yelp as he gently but insistently pins her against the wall.
“Grimnir...? Um...” She squeaks, face flushing. While she’d noticed the Wind God had become increasingly attached to her lately, she didn’t think his feelings were anything like... this.
“I’m sorry... I can’t... I feel weird...” He mumbles, mismatched eyes a bit glassy. “Being close to you makes me feel better... but also worse.”
“W-well, why don’t we get you in bed, and then...” Her words trail off as his hand slips up under her chin, bringing her lips to his. She stiffens for a moment, then shivers and melts into the gentle kiss, pressing a hand to his chest. She could feel the core that served as his heart pulsing, and while the Mad Cyclone was always full of energy, this felt even stronger than usual.
Her lips on his felt better than... well, anything he’d felt before. Emboldened by her acceptance, he slips his tongue into her mouth, the pleasure of the new sensation fizzing through his body like tiny bubbles as the primal deepens the kiss.
Something in the back of his mind was quietly urging him for more, a new sort of instinct driving him to keep going. Everything he did with her felt so right and so good... and she seemed to like it too, so why should he stop?
As she murmurs his name he feels his stomach flip. If this was good... what would be better? Maybe if there was more of him?
The girl opens her eyes with a start as she feels his tongue suddenly filling her mouth, only to see the primal growing larger. Squished even closer up against his chest, she squirms a bit, causing him to open his eyes too. He smiles at her, but the expression still has some kind of edge to it, and she distantly wonders if this is somehow Belial’s fault.
“This feels good, right, Singularity? I figured it would feel even better if I was bigger, so... so I could touch you more. And you could feel me more, and...” He trails off, shivering, and tries to press even closer against her. She feels what is surely his cock throb against her through his pants, and can only hope he won’t get too excited.
“I need you, Singularity...”
She swallows thickly, feeling her chest tighten at the deeper, more confident tone of his voice. His dramatic monologues were silly, but whenever he spoke that way, it always... made her feel weird, too.
“G-Grimnir, I don’t think... um...”
Face flushed, the Wind God ever-so-gently runs his fingers through her hair, struggling to keep himself composed. He would never hurt her on purpose, but there was something still clawing at his brain...
“Please, Singularity? I really... I really need it...” He whispers, voice cracking around the edges.
The thought of sweet, silly Grimnir begging for sex was something she would have never conceived of. Belial had to definitely be involved, somehow.
But what was his angle? Just another game? Well, if he wanted to play...
“Okay, Grimnir...um...we just have to be careful...!”
Her words trail off into a soft yelp as metal fingers tear through her clothes like paper, over eager. Flushing to the tips of his ears in embarrassment, then at the sight of her naked, the primal grins sheepishly.
“S-sorry, Singularity! I guess I should take these off...” He stammers, hands still shaking even as he removes the gauntlets, setting them aside. The sight of her tiny, very naked body makes him bite back a moan and he finally frees his painfully hard erection, distantly wondering how it’s all going to fit inside of her. But it has to, right?
If more of him is better, this should feel amazing.
The skyfarer has only a moment to wonder what he’s thinking before Grimnir is relentlessly grinding his cock up between her legs, the sudden sensation making her cry out in both surprise and pleasure. Pleased with her reaction, the primal reaches down to play with her breasts as well, delighted with their squishy softness.
“S-Singularity...I told you, this was a great idea! You feel good too, right?” He chirps, the pure innocent excitement on his face at odds with how he abuses her clit so well, the sheer size of him making it impossible for her not to feel it. And he wasn’t even inside of her yet...
“G-Grimnir...” She murmurs, lamely, utterly caught off guard. She runs her hands over his body, admiring the lean muscle, finding this new side of him...well. Extremely hot. She should feel guilty, but if he was having a good time...
“Hehe... you don’t have to tell me, it’s okay. I can feel how wet you are. I know that’s good,” He murmurs, in a more serious tone, and she looks back up at him, startled. He grinds up against her particularity hard and she moans, shamelessly, burying her face against his chest. The reaction only emboldens him, so he keeps doing it, watching her in utter fascination.
“G-Grimnir... where did you... learn this? Gods...”
His chest swells with pride at her praise, driving him to keep going until she climaxes, the sensation of her soaking him making his cock throb again. Shuddering, he nuzzles against her the best he can, letting her recover.
“It’s going to feel even better... w-when you’re ready...” He murmurs, feeling his face go red all over again as he imagines what they’re about to do.
Feeling his cock twitch beneath her, the skyfarer bites her lip, almost holding her breath as she begins to sink down onto his length. Grimnir digs his fingers into the floorboards, cracking the wood, and the sight of it gets her even wetter. Working her hips, she hisses softly as she tries to adjust to his size, the sensation sending a dull burn through her belly. Even with how wet she was, he was just... big.
“S-Singularity... you feel so good...” He murmurs, leaning down to shower her tiny body in even tinier kisses, trying to distract her from the discomfort. As she giggles, he grins brightly, moving his lips to her breasts. Her giggles soon turn into soft moans as he kisses them, brushing the tip of his tongue over her nipples.
Feeling the ache of the stretch start to ease, she begins to work her hips with renewed vigor, taking him deeper each time. It didn’t take long before she could start to truly appreciate his size, the throbbing girth inside of her able to effortlessly hit all of her sweetest spots.
The primal digs his fingers into the floor again, chest heaving, the sight of the Singularity trying to take his cock so eagerly leaving him almost breathless. She was so tight and wet and warm… he couldn’t stand it.
Feeling that familiar coil in her gut starting to wind tight, she shudders and moans, focus narrowing to her impending climax. She didn’t have time to react as she suddenly found herself pinned between his overly warm body and the wall again, making her see stars as Grimnir stuffs her full of his cock with each thrust, fucking her as hard as he can manage without actually hurting her.
Hearing him distantly stammering apologies, she digs her fingers into his back, clinging to the primal for dear life as her climax courses through her hard enough to make her ears ring. The feeling of her tight cunt trying desperately to spasm around his dick sends the Wind God over the edge with her, and he utters a moan of his own as he pumps her full of his seed, the excess dripping from her thighs and belly.
By the time she comes to, Grimnir is back to his normal size, holding her in his arms and already dozing off. She blinks a few times, then chuckles quietly, gently ruffling his hair. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too embarrassed when he woke up.
