#kd.yearn

[kahidlaws]

shoutout to this weibo post for making me come back to this account and be horny again

listen, r1999 has got to be the most out there gacha games in terms of story and character art but they really hit the nail on the head with horropedia when it comes to catering to my tastes in men (nerd, brunette, loser)

cw: gn!reader, mutual masturbation, both are switch but reader is leaning top and horropedia is leaning sub, reader gets horny while listening to joshua mansplain horror movies thats literally the instigator, please use lube not spit when in real life sex

You tried to pay attention. You really did.

The horror movie that he picked up from the confines of his DVD collection was mid at best and absolute dog water at worst. With a 'horropedia' as your boyfriend, you gained a thing or two about criticizing horror movies. You two were barely 10 minutes into the movie when he began his usual spiel towards the cookie-cut introductory characters.

"Ah, despite the obvious modernized times, they're still following the same-old pattern movies back in the 70s did. How droll..."

"Eww what's with this crummy set?! Nightmare on Elm Street had better lighting than this!"

"Dear god, did you hear that?! This script is too cringey even for horror movie standards!"

... Is it possible to get horny just from hearing him complain?

God, even just watching his side profile as he talks is enough to set your heart pumping. You two were sat (well, he was sat) on his abhorrent yellow sofa chair, with you perched on his lap and legs haphazardly strewn across the armrest. No longer were you paying attention to the movie. Instead, your attention was honed in on his face; how the TV's glow made his warm brown eyes shine like stars, how it made a glare on his glasses that he kept pushing up (and it had no right being that hot), how it made his freckles stand out more that you want to kiss a path to form constellations.

Anything that he says after you blacked out is muddied. It was a sign that you had enough.

You leaned in closer to his neck, nosing against the expanse of freckled skin (yes he had freckles everywhere). The action didn't deter him from continuing his tirade and instead he curled his arm around your waist, hand patting your hip. While the gesture was sweet, it didn't help relieve the problem between your legs.

So you went through with your desire to kiss a path of constellations. Starting from the bottom area of his ear down to the crook of his neck. Each kiss left an incredibly cliche smack that you can't help but feel giddy about. It was there that you felt him react to your ministrations. His speech slowly died down as you felt his hand grip the meat of your hip.

You see his Adam's Apple bob up and down and you fought the urge to just bite it. He cleared his throat, the movie no longer at the forefront of his mind. "So this is that trope where the significant other usually instigates sexual intercourse while watching a movie?"

"Are you really gonna do your usual speech towards porn tropes?"

"Hey, I can't help to point out the obvious."

You rolled your eyes, can't believing that this guy was the love of your life. Instead of continuing your kisses, you nibbled right where his clavicle was jutting out from his worn shirt. The gasp he let out was nothing short of euphoric but it was ruined when he started yapping again.

"I must say, this is quite unlike you," he started but he egged you on further by smoothing his hand across the inside of your thighs, "has my usual semantics about horror movies flipped a switch inside you and made you a horndog just like the bimbos in those movies."

"Joshua," you seethed, and you were serious when you used his real name, "keep talking like that and I'm gonna wring you out until you can barely cum."

He gulped but with how his cock twitched beneath his pants betrayed how he would love the idea. "Alright alright, I'll shut up."

And to his credit, he was quiet. When you rucked his shirt upwards and his nipples out to the cold air, you leaned in and kissed one before taking it in your mouth. He keened, back concaving as his hand traveled further inward to your sex. With nimble fingers, he toyed with it above the material of your bottoms before you felt them move faster.

"Oh wow, you really got it bad for me, huh?" He remarked breathlessly, seeing you crumble from the ministrations. "Aren't you a precious little thing, getting off from hearing me talk all day?"

You lightly bit his nipple, relishing in his yelp before moving back up. "Joshua, I swear to god I'm going to leave you high and dry."

"You would never." He snorted. He then took his other hand and tried to shimmy your bottoms down. With your bottom half now out in the open, he raised his hand to your mouth. His lips quirked into a smirk when you let his ring and middle finger inside your mouth, suckling them just like how you did with his nipple. "You love me and my voice too much."

You internally seethed that he was right. Damn him and his stupid voice and his stupid tirade, he has such an immense hold on you that if you did follow through with your promise on leaving him dry, it would be you suffering the most.

"Alright, fine." You conceded after he retrieves his fingers from your mouth, glaring lightly at his smug face. "I love your voice and your stupid spiels. Happy?"

He let out a pleased huff. "I mean, I already knew all along, but it certainly is a boost to the ego when you confirm it for me."

Rolling your eyes, you kissed him fully on the lips for the first time this night. Your hand pinching and rolling his nipple while the other wrapped behind his neck and tugged on his low ponytail. You swallowed in his groan, his tongue swirling against yours. The fingers that you swallowed trailed down to your hole, toying at the entrance before slowly pushing inside.

Swearing, you parted from him, elated at the sight of him reddened and out of breath. You giggled at the trail of spit connecting your mouths before you broke it by leaning forward and kissing the freckles on his face. That was a surefire way of knocking him down a peg; how you show affection to, what he describes as 'An unsightly visual upon his face', his freckles was always your winning card.

You left a final kiss on his nose before leaning back. "I really do want to see you broken and crying, Joshua."

He moaned lightly, leaning down to your neck to hide his reddening face as his fingers curled inward. The moan you let out was pornographic but Joshua didn't point it out, clearly far gone into his pleasures. He mouthed along your neck. "Yeah? I'd be a liar if I said I didn't want to see you try your best."

You scoffed, gently prying his head away from your neck and staring straight into his eyes. Something hot curled inside you when you see how shiny his eyes became. "Keep talking and I'll make sure that you'll keep cumming until morning."

He whimpered at your words, his fingers faltering in pleasuring you. You cooed. "What's wrong, baby? Can't keep your mouth open for me?"

He shifted in his seat. During the whole time, you never removed his cock underneath his pants. The sizeable tent already sporting a dark patch. "N-No... I can do it."

"Good boy." You purred and you giggled at how he shivered at the praise. The hand on his chest moved down to his pajama bottoms, tugging them down as best as you could. He lifted himself from his seat, groaning in pain and relief at how his cock finally sprung free from his clothes as he threw his pants in a random corner of the room.

Joshua was always pretty. It was a shame everyone thinks he's 'unconventional' because he was such a chatterbox when him never shutting up was the most attractive thing ever. Screw them then, you think, as you stared reverently at his cock. It throbbed painfully against his stomach, the head flushed a pretty red just like his face as it curved slightly to the left. It was so perfect for you that you can't help but thank whatever deity made you meet Joshua.

"My pretty boy..." You breathed out. "Remember our deal, okay?"

He nodded wordlessly. Immediately, you wrapped your hand around his head, spreading the precum as your hand glides across his shaft. He let out a drawn-out moan, tilting his head back against the sofa chair as his fingers pumped in and out of your hole.

"F-Fuuuuck..." He keened, eyes glossed over with unshed tears. "Feels so good. The way you wrap your hand around me just right-ah!"

He jumped slightly when your other hand tugged his ponytail roughly, showing the expanse of his neck. You bit his Adam's Apple and you squeezed his fingers when you hear him cry out in pleasure. "Keep talking."

"Love how you mark me up...!" He continued. "Love how you make me yours. Love how you tease the h-ah, head of my cock before you rub it. Love how you twist your hand just right...!"

You let go of his skin after you fully blemished it red and stinging. "Yeah? You love it when I treat you like this, huh?"

He nodded against his hold. Your hand was already easily moving up and down his cock, making it easier for you to twist your wrist and quicken your pace. He bucked his hips upward, legs twitching from the stimulation. Of course, he made sure that you weren't the only one giving. He curled his fingers inwards, making you gasp out loud as his other hand inched down towards your most sensitive area.

"Mhm." He hummed, watching at how your back arced beautifully when he played with your most sensitive part. "Love how you react so prettily when I touch you like this. Almost like you were built for me-built for me to break and use over and over."

"Fuck, Joshua." You breathlessly giggled, letting go of his ponytail. "Wasn't expecting this out of you."

He chuckled softly, lightly bumping his forehead against yours. His glasses were completely askew across his nose bridge so you adjusted them for him. His eyes were unabashed in their affection, shining like twin diamonds. It was almost sickening how he looks at your with such hazily romantic reverence.

He smiled softly. "Love you."

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat before you pecked his lips. "Love you, too."

He hummed happily. "Love how you love me. Like I'm someone worth loving. Love it when you love me like this."

His speech was getting repetitive. His fingers going in and out of your hole at a faster rate as squelching noises permeated the room. Your hand squeezed his cock tighter, pumping up and down, begging for his cum to run down your hand so you can lick it all off.

"Fuck," he gasped out, mouth open as let out his grunts, "love you so much. Love you love you love you—"

"Give it to me, Joshua." You said, legs twitching at how fast he's playing with your sex. "Let go, pretty baby. I've got you."

He cried out, bucking his hips to meet your hand as you watched his cock spurt cum. "Fuck fuck fuck, oh god, I-hah!"

As his orgasm racked his body, you watched as he loses himself. The fingers inside you curled the right way before you came. His other hand toyed with your sex further until you cried out from the overstimulation. His cock shot his seed upwards, hitting you and Joshua. Some of it got onto Joshua's cheek so you leaned in and licked them off of him.

Heavy breathing was all that was heard in the room as you two cooled down from the session. After you cleaned his cheek, you laid down on his still-heaving chest. He leaned his on top of your head, arms wrapping around you and bringing you impossibly closer.

He breathed in and out, letting out chuckles underneath his breath. "So, you really like how I talk, eh?"

You groaned, burrowing your face further into his chest. "Don't remind me."

"You know I'm gonna never live it down, right?" He gloated, kissing the top of your head. "What a glorious feeling. To have my honey be so smitten with my voice."

"Dear god, what have I done."

He barked out a laugh, nuzzling you closer. He decided to stop for now, but he'll remember this moment whenever he hosts a horror movie review again.

Maybe being a chatterbox led to good things after all.

[kahidlaws]

quick executor alter drabble dedicated to a mutual who indoctrinated me to appreciating the sankta <3

reader is ambiguous gender but has a vagina

cw: desk sex, fingering, clothed sex, premature ejaculation but like he can bring it back up like how he brought me back into the game 🥴

He's started asking questions.

This was out of the ordinary for someone like Federico 'Executor' Giallo. The man never second-guessed, never doubted his superiors requests when it comes to missions. It led to many people theorizing that Executor was a robot but then that would be an insult to Lancet-2 because she had more personality than he did.

You never expected the question that he asks of you.

"How do you finger someone?"

Good gods, he can really excel at everything if you asked him.

He has his ever-so serious expression on his face. The same one where he shoots his guns at the enemy. The same one where he's gained the title of Saint. The same one where he delicately glides his fingers over your wet folds as you taught him with a shaky breath.

Enacting such a lascivious act on your desk was far from how you wanted the lesson to go but you didn't complain. After all, Executor had no qualms when he hoisted you on it and removed your pants and underwear in a way that seemed to practice. If you didn't know any better, it seemed as though he was treating this as a mission.

But you do know better. You see how his ears turn ever-so pink and his heart that beats profoundly beneath his saintly garb.

"Is this well for you, Doctor?" He asks you, voice hushed.

You sighed softly at his ministrations. He was trying but he was following a routine. "It's okay, but not quite there yet. You have to change it up."

He raised a brow and if he didn't have his fingers toying with your pussy, you would've laughed. "'Change it up'?"

"Like so." You proceeded to shoo his hand away, using your own to show him how to pleasure you. "You want to alternate strokes and teasing in order to increase the feeling of satisfaction when we get to penetrative sex."

And it was amazing how he listened intently to you, eyes honing in on how your index and ring finger parted your folds in order for your middle finger to rub your clit. You let out a small moan, rubbing slow circles around the nub. He tentatively raised a hand and you let it glide across your inner thigh before attempting to copy your moves. He used his thumb to rub your clit and the size difference of his thumb compared to your finger was enough to make you fully moan.

He caught on fully, this time, shooing your hand away as he uses his entire palm to cover your pussy. The heel of his palm digging into your clit as his long fingers found their way prodding your entrance. He let out an imperceptible breath through his nose, almost marveling at how wet you became from his actions.

"You mentioned penetrative sex," He started, eyes wandering straight to yours, "is there something more to this?"

Oh, dear gods, you were going to enjoy this.

"Y-Yes there is." You answered, eyes fluttering when the tips of his fingers entered your hole but not all the way. "If you want c-continue after this."

He paused, his middle finger circling over your hole. "It wouldn't be fair if I didn't see this through."

And then he plunged his middle and ring finger all the way inside you. Your eyes fully rolled back, your spine concaving as you let out a keening cry. His fingers were long enough to reach that special part inside of you that when he curls them just right-

You threw your head back when he did, hands grabbing purchase on his clothes as your hips thrusted to meet his hand. The heel of his palm continued to grind deliciously against your clit as his fingers plunged in and out, making squelching noises that it made your ears burn.

"Fuck, Executor-" You whimpered. "Federico, please..."

His throat bobs up and down at the mention of his name. His other hand replaced his palm, the thumb doing quick strokes on your clit as his fingers thrusted deeper, curling each time he reaches the deepest parts.

"Fuck, Federico, yes...!" You mewled, tossing an arm over your eyes. "Just like that-mmm fuck, I'm gonna-"

He drew impossibly closer to you, now leaning over your sprawled body. He braces his hand over you, making him return in using his palm to grind your clit. "Doctor, I might have a problem."

The words didn't register in your mind. It wasn't until he slowed down that you looked up at him. "H-Huh?"

He took your hand that used to cover your eyes, guiding it across his chest and down to his pants where you gasped when you felt his sizeable problem.

"What shall I do, Doctor?"

His responses were so dry but it does the complete opposite to your pussy. You squeezed his girth through his clothes and you grinned teasingly when you hear his sharp intake of breath.

"You just continue." You breathed against his lips. "I'll handle your problem."

And with that, you surged forward, capturing his lips against yours as you palmed his cock. Thankfully, he knew how to kiss, meeting your eager mouth with his as you felt his tongue glide over the seam of your lips. His hand that was still toying with your pussy began to thrust harder, making you move up and down your desk as his mouth swallowed your moans. Meanwhile, your hand was pressing against his girth, teasing what you assumed was the head of his cock as you gripped harder.

When you felt the coil in your stomach getting tighter, you parted from his mouth, eyes shining with tears. "I'm close, Federico...!"

He thankfully understood, upping the ante as he raised himself over you. His other hand soon returned to your clit, rubbing in quick strokes as your hips thrusted to meet his hands. You were losing your grip on his cock but you had to see it through. You gripped his girth harder, rubbing it through his clothes that it made Federico shudder.

"Doctor..." He sighed out. "I..."

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by your cries of your orgasm washing over you. Your walls clenched his fingers so tightly that it seemed like you were trying to break his fingers. He slowed down on his ministrations, letting your orgasm continue as your thighs twitch beside him. Sweat rolled down your back, making you cringe when you remember that you didn't remove your top or your coat.

You felt as though all the bones were melted. Your chest heaved up and down, already tired from having to be fingered by Executor of all people but you were elated all the same.

You tried to retrieve your hand back from his crotch but your eyebrows raised in surprise when you felt wetness. Looking down, you gasped when you spot a dark patch on his pants where his cock was. Did he always cum that much?

"That's what I was trying to say." He said after a beat. "How will you remedy this, Doctor?"

You were tired. You just got the best orgasm of your life minutes ago. You should've been the good partner and cleaned up the mess.

But you grinned cheekily, fingers toying with his zipper. "I'll see this mission through, Federico."

And you delighted in being this Sankta's first when you felt his cock stir under your fingertips.

[kahidlaws]

DP Eater stands for 'Dat Pussy Eater'--

In which the merchant specialists are hot no i will not elaborate

reader pronouns not specified but has a vagina

reader is doctor

tw: sexual content! minors dni! (pussy eating, fingering, clit slapping, inappropriate use of fans, smoking kink), swearing, possible ooc of mr lee as his operator profile isn't translated yet

• It wasn't like Jaye to be nervous. After all, it was only you, and he was confident in what he does. Not that he was tooting his own horn, he thinks that he's decent at what he does. He wasn't a sushi pro by any means but he can give out food better than all those swanky restaurants in Lungmen.

He's no one special but he was special to you. Especially when he curls his thick, calloused fingers inside. The marred skin rubs deliciously against your walls as his mouth latched itself at your clit. His grip on your thrashing hip was tight, thanks to years of handling with violent seafood. As you moaned softly at how Jaye was lapping up your juices, you felt his ring and middle finger thrust in and out, making you keen.

“Jaye...” You mewled. “Want more...”

He hummed, vibrations going to your clit as you cried out. “Can do, Boss.”

His mouth enclosed your clit, teeth lightly nibbling on it before heartily sucking. The scream that let out from your mouth was sure to be heard by anyone passing by your office but you couldn’t find it within yourself to quell the pleasured cries. His sucking strength was just right for you as your orgasm was quickly approaching. Your hips fought against his iron grip to no avail as Jaye pumped his hand in and out of your sopping pussy.

“Jaye!” You squealed, hands flying down to his hair as you rubbed his ears. Although he didn’t vocalize any sort of pleasure, the rhythmic thrusts of his hardened cock against the bed was apparent that he was loving this too.

“H-How are you so good?”

He let go of your pussy with a pop. “You’ll get really good when you suck freshly shucked clams.”

“Wait, what--”

• It was no secret that Mr. Nothing was good with his mouth. With how much he runs his mouth, it was no wonder that Kroos and Lava were tolerable at least with the man. Still, Mr. Nothing is all but merciful. After all, he hasn’t made it this far if he wasn’t ruthless. Especially when it comes to you.

“My my...” Mr. Nothing sighed out, watching your pussy flutter and clench over nothing. As his fingers rested on your thigh, pleasantly thrumming from overuse and drenched in your essence. It wasn’t just his fingers though, his jaw was already sore from eating you out as the man watched the mixture of his drool and your juices pool beneath your ass.

You called out his name breathily, voice nearly cracking. “No more... can’t take any more...”

He chuckled, sitting himself up as he stared down at you. The devious glint in his eye made you nervous, lower body twitching from both the nth orgasm and the apprehension in the air. With a flourish, he brought out his fan, making a show to drag it along your naked thigh. At that point, you already knew what he was about to do and you tried to pull away from the thing had it not been for his grip on your hip.

“No no no no.” You babbled, tears falling down your cheeks as you watched the fan circle over your abused pussy. “Please...! Just fuck me with your cock, please!”

“Do you think you deserve my cock?” He huffed, your essence wetting the paper on his fan, the cheap wood darkening from your overflowing pussy. “You don’t. And I’m the one who gets to dictate how you will be fucked.”

And as he shoved the fan all the way, the hilt just a small inch away from your pussy, he truly was merciless as he fucks you into another orgasm.

• Mr. Lee had the most experience, and no it’s not just about sexual activities. He’s been in numerous places around Terra, experienced things no regular human would dare to think of. Throughout all his life, the one thing he was excited about was meeting you, the illustrious doctor of Rhodes Island (who also had his whole agency working for you).

“You don’t deserve to cum.” He snarled, grabbing your hip and raising your lower half. With your shoulders supporting your weight upon the bed, you let your legs dangle across his shoulders, slit eyes staring down at you as if you were the one who committed the Chernobog incident. “Because I’m not done with you.

With a cry you felt his long, forked tongue slither outside your labia. The forked tip teasing your outer lips before flicking against your clit. You keened, moving your hips to get away from his mouth but to no avail when he has them perched upon his tall frame.

With a snarl, Mr. Lee moved his hand away from your hip and slapped your pussy, juices spraying across his body. You screamed from the pain, canting your hips away from his grip but another slap left you whimpering.

“Be a good little one,” he snarled, “or else I’ll leave you here naked for Amiya to see.”

The threat flew over your head (after all, he respects you too much to even entertain the idea), but you nonetheless stopped fidgeting and let his tongue push itself inside your cunt. His tongue reached parts that you weren’t even aware of, almost hitting your special spot that made you see stars.

Before you knew it, your hips were moving on their own, nearly fucking your own pussy on his tongue. You felt his smirk along your pussy, allowing you to lose yourself on his tongue as he watched your undoing.

[kahidlaws]

zhellas asked: Persona 5 request, with Kawakami meeting the new cooking class teacher (M!Reader) before his first day on the job. However, when they meet, they recognize each other: She's the beautiful maid Becky that earned an 11/10 review several consecutive nights, and he's the well-hung client that seemed insatiable. They try to act normal, but keep having flashbacks to those nights~

*:･ﾟ✧ i got the rest of your messages, zhellas! hope you enjoy this piece~

sadayo kawakami x m!reader

tw: sexual content! minors dni! (size kink, master/sub roleplay, maid kink, creampie, facefucking) swearing

• You were a calm and collected individual, but you were still human and things just get to you sometimes. Recalling that your friend gave you a pamphlet about ‘maid services’ you just shrugged it off and dialed the number because honestly what else is there to lose? If anything, if the maid was cute (and consenting), your stress would soon be gone.

• So, you did call. And the maid who presented herself to you named Becky, was a cute little thing. She's wearing an average maid dress but the way she held herself was just so damn cute and delicious that you can't help but tease her for a bit. Hell, you were even willing to up the price because she made it look worth it.

• With a gasp and an adorable flush to her cheeks, she relented.

“O-Oh my, master!" She gasped out, looking at your hardened cock. "If my boss finds out about this, he could fire me on the spot for offering services out of our menu~"

Yet, as she said that, she continued to paw at your cock. You were incredibly large, the stiff muscle starting from the apex of your thighs and going a fair way along the crease where your leg meets the hip. You can't help but chuckle at how absolutely enamoured she was at your cock, patting the back of her head as you inched her forward.

"Make sure you drink up ever last drop," you said, groaning when she kissed the tip of your cock, "and I'll make sure you feel good, little maid."

• She truly was such a cute maid, as she hurriedly fixes herself up when you two were done with the aftercare. As you slipped a hefty roll of cash in her pocket, you snuck a small pinch to her butt as you smirked at her yelp. You whispered to her ear that you were eager to call her back.

• Those raunchy nights were all in the past. Today, you were a new teacher for Shujin High. You were a breath of fresh air amongst the students, always making sure they were doing their best. You were always so patient whenever students mess up the cooking process or they try to piss you off because you were a new teacher. Despite the annoyances, you press on with a wide smile on your face as you understood where they were coming from. It came as no surprise that you were a fan favorite amongst the student population.

• And it wasn’t just the students-the teachers love you just as much. You would always offer free food that you cooked extra last night to the teachers. If only one of the teachers didn't stare at you with ghost eyes.

It was almost comedic how you and Becky met. Both of you stared with absolute mortification in your eyes as the principal introduced you to Kawakami.

Without the pigtails, she was definitely Becky and it was clear to Kawakami that she was trying to view you as another new teacher and not the hunk that made her nearly squirt from how his cock pounded against her special spot. No, none of that shit. Don't think about that. Think about how he's a good cook. Think about how nonchalant Kawakami is on teaching her students...

• If you thought it was easy, you were dead wrong. You can’t stop thinking about Becky each time you look at Kawakami. How she was able to have this double persona is beyond you, to the point you were envious. How was she able to carry herself with dignity and nonchalance when you were here, trying to block out the sight of her naked body beneath you?

• Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on you) for you, Kawakami was also struggling with her thoughts. Every time she zones out after a class, she can’t help but flashback to when you were manhandling her into different positions. How your cock split her open so deliciously that when she awoke the next morning, she paled when she was incredibly sore. She tried to avert her eyes each time you cook but to no avail. Her eyes would trail over to your muscled forearms when you peeled the vegetables, remembering how they bulged when they were carrying her.

In the privacy of both your homes, two people relieved themselves because of this ridiculous pining. It was almost hilarious how two teachers are acting like hormonal teenagers whenever they see something inanely sexual. It was embarrassing how the both of you abandoned your work just to remember that night.

As the two adults pleasured themselves to the thought of the other, the same thought entered their mind. This can’t continue anymore.

• When Kawakami pulled you to the side the next morning, she hastily asked you to meet her at a certain maid cafe in Shinjuku. The premise made you anxious but you had to pretend nothing is wrong in fear of causing another scandal in Shujin. After work, you quickly hurried to the address, seeing the woman who seemed just as nervous as you.

• It was an awkward talk, especially in front of a maid cafe of all places, but you try to be mature about it. It was clear there was hidden sexual tension between you two (and maybe some underlying pining but who knows really) so you two agreed to keep this job up as Kawakami needs the extra dough.

• It was definitely much better than your hand, that’s for sure. As Becky, you and her relieved each other like lovesick teens, marking her and nearly tearing her clothes (save for her stockings, which they scratch your face as you go down on her). For Kawakami, it was a welcome distraction from her looming debt and the stress of the school as your cock practically made her thoughts disappear.

• But when the mysterious new transfer student ‘solved’ her debt problems, you wondered if this arrangement was over. It was clear she hated her maid job and you would respect her choice if she wanted distance herself from you. To your surprise, she said that she didn’t want to part ways with a red flush on her cheeks. It took all your willpower not to have her right there in the empty faculty room when she returned your feelings.

“I fucking love you, you know that?” You breathed out, smirking at the way she rolls her eyes as you pound against her sopping pussy. “Sad that you threw away the maid dress but getting to call you ‘Sadayo’ is way better, wouldn’t you agree?”

It was a rhetorical question that she can’t be Becky anymore but also that she couldn’t speak from your intense thrusts. As her nails scratched along your back, you kissed her open mouth as your tongue lolled against hers.

As Kawakami keened and mewled for more of you, you can’t help but spoil her more.

[kahidlaws]

Fleur fucks you with his tail thats it thats the post

tw: gn!reader, sexual content!! Minors dni!! (Tail riding(???), oil stains close to ur sex but i swear its clean aiiajdbndj, dacryphillia), swearing

But to be more specific, he loves to see you grind your still clothed crotch on his tail. There was something so inherently erotic about seeing how your sex weeps for anything to fill you up yet Fleur could never take his eyes off of his ribbed tail stimulating your sex. No matter how much you begged of him, his calloused hands will hold your hips in place as his tail slides to and fro, to and fro, until he hears you weeping.

He's not one wanting to see you cry but the man makes exceptions.

Especially when he was busy fixing another car for the Rediesel crew, hands going inside the engine to fix what was wrong as his tail rubs its ridges against you. He warns you not to mark the truck with your fingers or else he'll have to make you clean it up. He watches from the corner of his eye, how you sunk to your knees and clenched your pants with tightened hands as your ass moves back against his tail. He hasn't wiped the oil away but he has to thank past Fleur for not doing so. Seeing the dark stains mark against your pristine white clothes was already making him lose his mind. And you were such a good little Navigator for him that he just can't help but to take pity.

Never mind the dents you leave on the truck, having your warm heat wrap around his cock is enough to send him to bliss. He doesn't need to be a Caelestite to know you were enjoying it too as you hit your ass back against his pelvis as you whimpered for him to move.

With a scoff, his tail flicked sharply against your ass, making you yelp and lurch forward if not for the grip you had on the truck's top. "Stay. And don't move. Don't make me mess up while I fix this truck or else I won't let you cum, dear Navigator."

Ah, but he was a little nasty when it comes to his Navigator. Surely you could forgive him, right?

[kahidlaws]

hrrkjgkf luke story at the new event is making me feel many things (tw: gn!reader, established relationship, manhandling, swearing, facefucking, you fuck his eight-pack abs yeah i said it)

like, bestie fucking snapped and never have i wanted luke "the dork who calls himself sherlock" pearce bring you down on your knees and shove his hardened cock in your mouth. he should be careful with you because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you, but fuck the way how the other nxx members just be so close to you as if you were lovers. he can't help but shove you on your knees on the foot of the bed, him sitting on the mattress, as he clutches your face and makes sure that you were staring at his hollowed smile.

"I didn't want to be so rough," he said before unzipping his pants, "but you left me no choice."

his hips push forward, the head of his cock prying your lips open before easing his entire length into your mouth. luke doesnt even waste a second to moan at the sensation of your mouth, opting to already start at a brutish pace as his hands kept your head in place. he sees nothing but your teary eyes at how his cock touches the back of your throat, he hears nothing but your muffled cries at how rough he was being, he feels nothing but your hot, wet, mouth swallowing his dick whole as your tongue tries to lick whatever it could before the cock would disappear from your mouth.

god, and you think that was enough? after coming down your throat, he picks you up and settles himself between your quivering thighs. hes already removed his shirt and he smirks at how you ogle at his eight-pack. he didn't even give you time to appreciate his body as his hands clutched at your hips and grounded your sex. he knows he said he hates seeing you get hurt, but this time, he wont mind his handprints decorating your hips as he drags you up and down his twitching abs.

"this is what you get for lifting my shirt up all the time," he seethed as he watches your sex getting wetter and wetter as he continues to rut you against his abs, "so you get what you fucking deserve."

[kahidlaws]

I READ FLEURS FILES AND IM SO SAD THAT HE DAYDREAMS ABT CUTTING HIS TAIL HERES SOME HORNEY/WHOLESOME SHIT

gn!reader

tw: sexual content! minors dni!! (marking, biting, body worship, public sex), swearing, self-harm tw

Just imagining how Fleur is relating his experiences during his time in Illumina.

How nonchalant he sounded when he had to hide away in a storage room just so he could live another day and how he wishes that, sometimes, his tail would just cut off. He sounds like the thought of harming himself doesn't bother him, but for you it does.

So you took it upon yourself to give Fleur everything that he deserved. Starting from shoving him into a storage room just to avoid avid simps. Flashbacks of him hiding in storage closets surfaced but he pushed them down. After all, he's alone with the company of you. Before he could even say anything, he felt your lips on his, your body pressing against his so that his back hit the storage wall.

"Let me love you, Fleur." You whispered against his lips, your tongue flicking against his tongue piercing before lightly suckling his tongue. "If not you, then let me."

With shivers running down his spine, he lets you have your way with him. Never has he felt such tenderness and warmth from anything else. The Rediesel Crew's passionate fire burned bright but your hearth was warming, reaching towards his heart and soul and he was afraid of it suddenly sparking bigger. But he lets you. He lets you mark his neck with your teeth. The feeling was unfamiliar but welcome as he wonders how much marks are you giving to him.

Never enough apparently, as you unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his tattoo on his clavicle. He moaned softly, squirming between you and the wall as he felt your tongue smooth over the ink. "N-Navigator... You don't have to..."

You hummed against his skin, your hands reaching up and grabbing a cheeky squeeze on his pecs before descending down. You relished in his yelp that echoed in the closet before your hands pawed in front of his crotch. His cock ached behind his pants, twitching when you ran your finger over it as you looked up at Fleur. His dual-colored eyes looked down at you with a heavy flush on his cheeks, his chest breathing up and down as he swallowed his saliva. Traveling down further, you saw your work of art, the purple and blue splotches painted beautifully against his tattoos.

You gave a cheeky smirk, shirking his pants and underwear away. Before he could say anything, you shot and grabbed the base of his tail as you sucked the tip inside your mouth.

"F-Fuuck!" Fleur keened, and you chuckled at how loud he was being. "Navigator, oh fuck--"

"Let me hear you, Fleur." You coaxed, your thumb rubbing against the tough skin of his tail as your other hand smoothed over his cock. With enough dexterity, you were jacking off both his tail and cock, the tip of it already weeping as you quickly lapped up the cum.

"Let them fucking know how good I'm making you feel."

It takes some passing Fireflies to contact Vice what you were doing but honestly, she didn't need them. Just from Fleur's noises and the absolute appalled look on his admirers proved it for her.

After a while, the whole Rediesel Wrench gaped at Fleur when he showed up with a small gait in his step and his neck and collar absolutely wrecked. But what they noticed last was the dreamy smirk on his face.

Fleur could get used to this.

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@mcdonaldsnumberone

[kahidlaws]

Human

What is a human to a god? Arjuna knows this is a simple question with a simple answer. Yet, with meeting you in that fated circle, he finds that simplicity doesn't fit your case.

In which Arjuna regain bits of his humanity with you, in more ways than one.

*:･ﾟ✧ first (original) post to the new blog!

this is catalyst for godjuna. im gonna be fucked when arjuna alter banner comes live im so fucking scared--

gn!reader

tw: sexual content!! minors dni!! (size difference, sex in the hot spring ((dont do this in real life like no joke u will pass out from the heat)), oral sex), lostbelt campaign spoilers

"Gods use humans as their proxy, without men becoming gods. I was born to carry out that role, but for the time being it appears that I wish to travel with you more. Ah, this world is truly full of the unknown, not just evil alone, but the good too. Hah, what a fascinating thing."

Ever since Arjuna had been summoned, he had one goal in mind: to eradicate evil, to protect what's good and preserve the peace of this world. To some, this seems like a lofty goal, almost naive to even think. But Arjuna is not one of them. He is not one of the many mortals who scatter the earth. He is above them all, abandoning his preferences, his emotions, his desires, to stand amongst those who govern the rule of this land and to keep the peace. Should he so desire, he could rip this world in half but he wouldn't. His promise to the Human Order supercedes that.

He is a god amongst the Servants meandering Chaldea and he intends to keep it that way.

Yet why do you persist?

You, the Master, who was able to summon a being such as himself. You, who so vehemently tries to drag Arjuna into almost everything; movie nights with your Servants, battling those golden trees for embers, cooking with him, running simulations in the training grounds. He doesn't know why you persist being with a god. He merely complies as those were his orders.

Yet your words will forever ring in his ears.

"I would never order my Servants around. They do what they do because they want to. Not because of me."

Not because of you? What did that mean? Were they not following under your orders? They were Servants and you were the Master after all. What was Arjuna missing?

"Ah, I guess you wouldn't know immediately." And he distinctly remembers the smile on your face as you said that. "It's okay if you don't understand, a lot of my Servants are like that. Just know that you have your own path to choose, so I won't force you."

His own path to choose? Arjuna only followed a cycle of life and rebirth. There was no 'path'. There was only fate.

And yet, he couldn't stop the darkening of his hair as he continued to watch you.

It took a trip to the hot springs that you pointed out that Arjuna's hair was getting darker.

It came as no surprise that a lot of your Servants agreed to going to an open-house sauna and hot spring for the next vacation. The building was big enough to house even Heracles as he comically held a can of Calpis in his fingers and a wooden pail in the other. It was the perfect day to unwind and relax from all of the horrors you've witnessed during your time in the Lostbelts.

"Arjuna?" You questioned the Berserker. He still wore his usual clothes (thankfully his other ascensions had him put a shirt on) but something was off. "Your hair... It turned darker!"

The Servant only hummed, fingers lifting to caress the short strands of hair. The color was no longer the pale white that blankets him like snow-it was now a dark brown, nearing black. The horns that used to tower over his head now shrunk down to look like cat ears.

"... It appears I've..." Arjuna falters before breathing in softly. "I've... Regained some of my humanity, thanks to you."

You merely smiled, forcing your brain to not remember the time that the Indian Lostbelt, that Arjuna nearly killed you. "You're welcome, Arjuna. I'm glad to see you're doing well."

He hummed, moving his head when a stray Orion was shot next to the wall. Above Artemis's threats, he looks around the bathhouse. Different Servants we're doing their own thing, with the children Servants drinking juice and the other adult Servants talking about the hot springs. This sense of normalcy was supposed to be fitted for humans and yet here he was-here they were. Gods, heroes, and demons alike conversing with each other and enjoying each others presence like they were long-time friends.

Though he supposes, he thinks, looking back at your overjoyed form. That this fate ordained to him... Wasn't so bad.

"We should go to our designated hot springs, Master." Arjuna said to you. "Before the night goes on for any longer."

You nodded to him. "Alright! Well, enjoy your dip-"

Before you could even utter another word, two sets of hands grabbed each of your arm. You looked from side to side to see Marie Antoinette on your left and Nero on your right. Weren't they just in the kitchen? How were they here?

"That simply won't do, dear Master!" Marie Antoinette giggled. "Your schedule is in the co-ed hot spring!"

"C-Co-ed?" You questioned her.

"Of course!" Nero answered you, beginning to drag you to where the hot spring was. "Besides, the Arjuna next to you will be there as well, so you won't feel lonely!"

Somehow the burning of your cheeks wasn't because of the steam. You stared at both the Servants incredulously. There was no way they were setting you up with one of your Servants, are they?

"Master?" The god asks you, floating next to you as both Nero and Marie drag you to the room. "Do you agree to this?"

If it wasn't for the absolute death grip on each of your arm, you would've reconsidered. All you could muster was a strained 'yeah' before Arjuna complied with his new task. If only you could ignore the teasing giggles the women side by side were giving you.

"The stars... You've chosen a good place, Master."

You merely hummed, not wanting to meet his eyes as you sat in your corner of the pool. The hot spring was large, enough to house several people with the stones jutting around the edge smoothly. The night sky was painted with stars and you welcomed the sight of the celestial bodies like they were water in a desert.

"I... I feel... lighter when I am here. With you. I feel as though this is who I was before I became a god and it... It's good."

You hummed once more.

"Although..." He trailed off staring blankly at you. "Master, why are you so far away?"

Because of the spacious hot spring, Arjuna had to raise his voice slightly for you to hear. You could only look at the stars, not wanting to see the body that the Berserker possesses. You knew that almost all Berserkers have physical prowess far beyond other classes, but did they also have to involve their own body parts?

You shivered when you caught a glimpse of his true form.

"W-Wanting to respect your privacy, that's all!" You replied back. "I know you're ah... Not one for touch!"

After hearing no response, you slightly relaxed and continued to stare up into the sky. The water was nice, the warmth encompassing you like no other warmth as the smell of the natural air made you breathe easy. Compared to the stuffy air of the Shadow Border or the Atlantic base, this was something you desperately needed.

"You are lost in thought, Master."

You nearly screeched and fell down in the water had it not been for Arjuna's secure grip on your waist. His hands on your skin made you shiver but you could barely focus on that when the Servant of your affections was standing in front of you, ignoring personal boundaries.

"A-Arjuna!?" You yelped, backing away immediately only to feel rock. "I uh... Yes?"

He let out a breath through his nose as he stared you. His face was dangerously close to your own as his dark eyes searched for something on your face. His skin glistened with the water and sweat accumulated from staying in the hot spring and you respectfully turned your eyes upwards so you wouldn't go any further.

"Master..." He said again, this time much closer to you to feel the rumble in his chest. "You are... nervous."

You cleared your throat. "Well y-yeah. You're standing... really close."

He let out a breath again and you were sure that he was laughing at your nervousness. "Is the distance between us troubling you?"

"No... I mean-" You immediately corrected, face burning with embarrassment. "I'm not-opposed to this in any way...!"

He took a moment to watch your reaction before sighing softly. "Am I... Is this how you normally do this?"

You stared up at him, his eyebrows were furrowed as if he was trying to discern good from evil. "Arjuna...?"

"The two Servants who dragged you..." He started. "They mentioned something like this when it comes to the person of your affections. Am I doing it correctly, Master?"

You gaped up at him. He was acting weirdly because of something Nero and Marie said? How much more were they feeding him junk?

You had to thank them soon.

"Arjuna, I-" You stammered before clearing your throat. "I won't deny that I like this, but you shouldn't be doing something you're not comfortable with. If it troubles you this much then please ignore my opinion on it."

He stared at you, facial expression relaxing. "You truly are something else, Master. To think I would desire something again when I casted off my human shell."

He leans closer, hands tightening around your waist as you leaned in closer as well. Any closer and your lips would connect. "Are you feeling any human now?"

Arjuna stared at your lips before letting out a soft chuckle. "Of course."

And the kiss you two shared was nothing short of passionate. Bodies pressed together, tongues sliding against one another-Arjuna continues to push against you as he hoisted you up on the stones. The smooth surface wasn't at all uncomfortable as Arjuna revered at you with a fond look that made you cover your face.

"Master?" He asks you. "What is wrong?"

"D-Don't look at me like that..." You muttered.

"But Master, this is how I normally look at you."

"That doesn't make things any better!"

He let out a chuckle and you had to pause that not even the original Arjuna laughed. His hands took away your own and your breath was stolen when you see the absolute serene and affectionate look on his face.

"Apologies but I want to see everything." He said before slowly descending down on your body. "May I?"

You gulped but you spread your legs further. If there is any Servant whom you trust the most, it was the one standing between your legs. "Pleasure me."

And with the task at hand, Arjuna did thus so. His tongue teasing your sensitive area as you moaned deliriously at his mouth. Your hand went back, steadying yourself against the wet rocks as your other hand carded through his hair. His tongue continued to lavish you, his hands keeping your legs apart as he made a mess out of you. At some point your hand brushed his horns and he shivered.

You kept a mental note of that for future reference.

Your hips bucked slightly, wanting to get closer to him, to his mouth, until he parted away. You whined, hand rubbing against his horn as he shivered once more. This time, he latched his hand on your wrist as he stood up fully. Even from above the water, you can see the prominent hardness of his cock and you nearly balked at the sight. Seriously, are all Berserkers well-endowed?!

"I seem to can't hold any longer because of you," Arjuna said your name, "you seem to make me feel more human than I realized."

You could only giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him. From that kiss, you felt all the uncertainty, all the fear, all the love that you have and you were sure Arjuna had it too.

"Should I apologize?" You teased.

He huffed. "No."

And with a push, he was inside of you. You gasped at the feeling of being stretched, your body tightening around Arjuna as he hissed. Willing to relax your muscles, you eased Arjuna slowly, giving him praise as he continued to thrust himself inside of you bit by bit. Inch by inch, his cock disappeared into your hole and you could only gasp at the sight of the protrusion on your belly when you press against it.

"You feel..." Arjuna gasped before moving and thrusting back in. "You feel so divine..."

With a little more leeway, Arjuna thrusted his hips faster as you moaned from each thrust. Your legs locked against his back, your heel hitting his bum each thrust as his tail wrapped around your waist, almost as if you were going away.

With how his cock kept hitting that special spot, why would you?

You threw your head back, letting Arjuna press kisses across your neck as he let out his own moans at the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock. The sound of your shared moans, skin slapping against skin, water rippling, were the only sounds in that hot spring and yet you could hear something absolutely symphonious as you felt your core tighten.

"Arjuna...!" You mewled, bringing your head back to kiss his neck. "I'm close!"

He moaned at the sensation on his neck, his hands grabbing your hips and plunging his cock deeper into you. "Let go. Let go now... I am here."

With several more thrusts, you let out a breathless scream, clinging to Arjuna even closer as he was brought to his release. You felt warmth not unlike the hot spring coat your walls. You gasped at each spurt of it, letting your body collapse against Arjuna as you sighed from the warmth.

He said your name and you hummed sleepily. "Please do not sleep in the hot springs. It is unwise for your health."

You giggled, wrapping around him tighter. "Carry me to my room, please?"

With his arms and tails securely wrapped around you, he smiled. "As you desire."