Been a big fan since stumbling upon your Boss Designs of Bloodborne videos and currently loving your reactions/reviews to TADC! I’m both excited and dreading The Last Act but I don’t doubt the finale will be amazing and can’t wait for your reaction! I just had two questions and if they’ve been answered, feel free to ignore.
Are the rest of the Baulder’s Gate 3 videos going to be public at some point and have you heard of/curious about Lies of P?
I'm not 100% sure about Baldur's Gate 3. Everything will go public eventually, but it sort of depends on how fast my editor works. In my head, I want to wait until the let's play is finished, and then start setting episodes live on a regular, weekly schedule, but I don't know. If the editing process is slow, I kinda don't want to wait that long?
Or maybe I just need to tamp down my ADHD impatience and stick it out.
As for Lies of P, I know about it, but I doubt I'm going to play it.
I want to be loved by the devil Gojo. It's your anniversary w/ him and Gojo decides to surprise you using his blindfold but the surprise ends up being a lot more stimulating than you expected
“Aww, are you mewling so cutely because you can’t see your lover’s handsome face, darling? ♡“
The heat of Gojo’s hummed words fanned over your neck just moments before the plush softness of his lips planted against your skin for a delicate kiss, a stark contrast to the way he continued to pinch at your nipples while his long fingers plunged in and out of your dribbling core as he grounded the flat of his palm onto your clit.
Even with your eyes obscured by his blindfold and your body caged to his as you remained seated on his lap, you already knew what kind of teasingly smug expression was plastered on his face, the grin that was most certainly on his face growing with every gasp and whimper you let out.
“And I’ve only just started too--hold out for me a little longer, yeah? Another year together means I get to tease you all I want tonight~!”
Can I request poly!bruabba/fem reader with domesticity smut? The scenario can go in any direction and HC's or a fic is fine too! Thank you 💜
not sfw/18+
With both of your boyfriends by your side, domesticity can become even more intimate than you would expect. Anything can suddenly take a turn for the very intimate - Abbacchio feeding you a little of the sauce he’s working on from a wooden spoon, Bruno pulling you into him on the sofa and just accidentally rubbing his clothed groin against your softness. And when it comes to the call of their needs, they’re absolutely not prudes.
Every room of your house has seen some action, in one way or another.
In wild times, of course, the kitchen table has had you bent over it and fucked from behind. But in softer times, arms have wrapped around your waist as you prepare food and hands have slipped under the waistband of your underwear and Bruno and Abbacchio have kissed your shoulders and held you as their fingers explored your body and you melted into their touch.
In the living room, the sofa has seen plenty of late night trysts - but it’s also seen softer things. You laid across both of their laps, your cheek pressing lazily and absent mindedly against Abbacchio’s crotch as Bruno’s fingers rubbed just as lazy circles into your ass. Music playing on the record player as you hollowed your cheeks and took them into your mouth in turn, looking up at them through dark lashes and blown eyes. Soft gasps as you’ve ridden one on a lazy summer afternoon whilst the other strokes himself and murmurs things about how beautiful you all look together.
The bedroom . . . well. The bedroom is a hive of activity at all times, but it’s where the most intimacy happens. Not just when you three are heated and needy, but on lazy mornings as sun peeks through filmy curtains. You’ve found yourself riding one of your boys whilst the other makes breakfast, and endured teasing comments about being left out. Late night lazy hours with you pressed in between them, their cocks inside you but not necessitating the driving of their hips, happy just to be close and intimate.
The bathroom, and the shower - the scene of much bliss, as one of your boyfriends lathers shampoo into your hair and the other’s fingers work you to a boneless mess. You repay the favour, of course, slippery-handed as they kiss under a stream of hot water, the scent of roses and vanilla in the air.
Now that they have you and a home of their own, they will touch you and kiss you and make you feel loved, safe in the privacy and the happiness of their own four walls and with a future stretching ahead of them that seems golden and full of promise - and, always, full of more lazy kisses and hungry hands and mouths and nights spent laid out naked with one another, breaths heaving after spectacular orgasms.
I'm so happy to hear you're enjoying JJK and writing for it! Akutami sensei had no business making all these hot characters my god 😩 Toji, Gojo, Geto, and nanami are my top favs and I'm gonna be so feral once Toji shows up next season (hasn't been announced but it would be ridiculous if they didn't pursue a 2nd season)
it’s so good!! and you’re right, so many hot characters that it’s unfair 😳 i am ready to see toji too!! he’s gonna look so good... unga...
and i’m sure there will be a second season, jjk is mega-popular in japan so it’d be silly for them not to!
#13: “I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”
negl when i was writing this out, it ended up not super smutty? i’m p happy with how it turned out still, but lmk if you want a rewrite 👀
i still hope you like it! 🤗
The wind howls, rattling the frosted windows as snow falls in rolling waves just outside the Devil May Cry office. For once, Dante’s managed to pay his bills on time, and the old radiator in the far corner steadily exudes a cozy warmth.
A heavy chill settles on your skin, nevertheless.
You shudder as large, calloused hands stroke up and down your arms, your coat bundled in your hands still. The snow is falling heavier by the minute. Gasping as Dante lavishes your neck in little kisses. You know you need to leave, and yet, you can’t will your legs to move.
“Dante,”
He hums.
“I need to go-” You gasp as he peppers more kisses around your collar, up and down your neck. “The snow storm-”
“I really don’t care,”
Dante grumbles, tightening his hold around you, his searing body heat emanating even through your clothes. You melt into his arms, resting your head back against his chest. A sigh escapes your lips.
He tilts your head back further, looking into your eyes as he brushes his thumb across your lower lip.
“If I leave too late, I’ll get snowed in.”
“Stay the night then,” Dante says, trademark smirk already settling onto his features. “Have a little sleepover with me, I’ll make it fun.”
You groan, “Dante-”
“Stay,”
Dante twists you around in his arms, bracing your chest to his as he captures your lips. It’s too dizzying, all-consuming, the taste of his tongue flooding your senses, embedding itself into your head. Reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck, leaning into the kiss, your resolve crumbles.
He pulls away first, leaving you in a daze, unsteady where you stand.
“I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.” He mutters, cradling the back of your head.
Your eyes falling half-shut, you sigh out, “You just did.”
Dante chuckles, his eyes crinkling for a moment before falling once more, his thumb drawing patterns against your lower back.
“Do you really want to go?” He asks, softly. For a second, you think to say yes.
Instead, you drop your coat in a heap beside you, shaking your head.
“No, I’m staying.”
A grin spreads across his lips. He pulls you tighter, closer; the searing look you find in his eyes pins you to the ground. You’re a little breathless.
“Saying yes to our little sleepover then?”
You bite your lip, clenching your thighs together as electricity zips down your body. “Mmmhm.”
“Alright! Now that’s what I like to hear,”
You yelp as Dante hoists you up against him. Clamping your arms around his neck, his large hands grab handfuls of your ass, roughly groping and kneading as he makes his way up to his bedroom.
He leans down to your ear, nuzzling against your cheek, stubble scratching your skin. “Let’s get to dirtying my sheets again, shall we?”
You moan, shivering at the feel of his heavy bulge prodding insistently against your core.
Happy New Year, Leon! Here's to hoping this year is way better than this previous hellscape of a year 😩 Your writing has been so engaging and really fun to read! (Both sfw and nsfw fics + HCs 😉) Your characterization of the Sparda boys is on point and I can't wait to read your future stories. Can I ask for #5 and #8 for writing asks?
Hey, thank you! And happy New Year to you, too. 🤍
Man, I’m hoping 2021 has a few lil blessings to sprinkle in. LOL
2020, though? Never heard of her.
Also, thank you for your kind words! 😎 I’m totally stoked you enjoy my work and I appreciate the fact that you took the time to tell me.
5. Which of your fics do you wish was more successful?
Okay, to be totally honest, this last request I fulfilled is my answer. I actually enjoyed writing it a ton. The lack of attention it got between this blog and AO3 maybe–just a little bit–hurt my feelings. I think it’s partially between being unable to get anything I post to show up in the tags and the transition between blogs, but I’m not going to make excuses. It’s quite possible it just wasn’t as good as it could’ve been and that’s why it didn’t pick up traction or get much interaction.
It happens. No big deal. ✌️
8. Which fic this year was most fun to write?
Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You, Baby has been a ton of fun so far between weaving together plot points and planning out the finer details. (The banter has been pure serotonin.) I can’t wait to start unveiling bits and pieces. Hopefully, everyone who’s been keeping up with it will enjoy it as much as I do! That’s the goal, anyway.
Second place is my short Dadgil prompt, particularly for this bit right here:
“You have nothing to fear,” Vergil is saying to his son. Nero hiccups, yet listens with rapt attention. “Within you flows the blood of Sparda. You’re more formidable than any monster that would dare threaten you harm.”
“I… I am?”
“Yes,” he answers. “So should you have that nightmare again, tell it who you are.”
The underlying context that I hope came through, ultimately, is that this was the mantra Vergil had told himself as a child. This mindset was how he’d survived. He’s learned that so long as he holds onto who he is, he can’t truly be defeated.
I gotchu hun. #12 of the writing prompt for Gladio pls?
“Look into my eyes, what do you see?”
Dating the prince’s shield comes with a number of difficulties, but you’d never anticipated one of the largest among them being dealing with Gladio’s popularity. He’s a regular feature in the gossip magazines; a recent issue featuring photos from your beach trip to Galdin Quay (with a deliciously shirtless Gladio) sold out everywhere. People seem to believe they simply have a right to your boyfriend’s time, attention, and body. He’s constantly approached for photos when you’re out together, but worst of all is the way his admirers seem to look right through you. When Gladio gently but firmly refuses their advances (right in front of you, no less) the looks you receive chill the blood in your veins.
The latest of these incidents is just too much for you to take. You push past Gladio to make your way to the car, tears stinging at your eyes. He follows you immediately, tossing some cash onto the table to cover your meal on his way out.
“Hey! Babe, stop!” He grabs your forearm, turning you around before you can make it into the front seat. “Come on, don’t cry, please.”
“How can I not?” you sob, rubbing at your eyes. You can feel your mascara running. “You have no idea how hard it is, Gladio! People look at me like I’m not worthy of you. Like I’m trash.”
“Yeah, well they’re the trash, not you.” He tries to dry your tears, but you just bury your face in his shirt and sniffle, soaking his chest. He wraps his massive arms around you, kissing the top of your head.
“I know they think I’m not good enough for you. Like you should be with someone who’s prettier. More noble.”
“I don’t care about noble. As for prettier… you know you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“You’re just saying that so I won’t cry,” you mutter.
“Hey. Look at me.” He grasps your shoulders, pushing you back against the car door, bending down to bring his amber gaze level with yours. “Look into my eyes. What do you see?”
“My ridiculously beautiful boyfriend?”
“Thanks, but no.” He allows himself a brief smile. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Honesty. Sincerity.’” He plants a tender kiss on your lips. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. You’re the most beautiful woman alive in my eyes, period. Okay? I love you. Anyone who doesn’t like it can fu… take a long walk.” He grins at you when he sees you start to smile.
“I love you too.” You lean forward and kiss him, pressing yourself deeper into his arms, but he crowds you back against the car and cages you in with his massive frame.
“Let’s get out of here,” he murmurs, his voice taking on that delicious depth. “I need to remind you just how gorgeous I think you really are.”
