Wow with the sudden influx of followers, I thought maybe I should make this announcement!
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What up it’s 🥰 from the other blog time to live out my fantasies- magnus and afab!nonbinary!reader (they/them) going on a date and then getting back to B.O.B. and fucking loud enough for merle and taako to hear and not caring please and thank you you’re doing good work here lmao-🥰
CW: This fic refers to a non-binary reader as having female genitalia and uses female coded words for them!
Very vanilla and soft other than noisy
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Hushed giggling could be heard through the hallways of the bureau late in the evening, two figures walking in the dark halls. A couple, returning home from a sweet date planet side, were the source of the noise, hands all over each other as they tried to make their way home. It was just a little farther, and yet it felt like a lifetime away.
Big hands found your hips, lips against your neck while stubble tickled your skin. You laughed, leaning back into the warm body behind you with a happy sigh. Your steps fell in sync as Magnus kissed at your neck on the way to his room.
The fighter’s hands, now snaked away from your hips, fought with the handle to his shared dorm. You both fell into silence, unsure of the state of his team mates. Of course, as far as you both knew, they were supposed to be home and had been when you left.
The door swung open and Magnus ushered you inside, hands back on the dips in your hips. Clumsy steps made you laugh on the way to the oh so familiar bedroom. Neither of you noticed the light coming through the bottoms of the two other bedrooms, too entangled with each other. His hands slipped under your shirt, running lightly over your bare waist.
Your back hit the mattress before you even realized you were far enough in the room to be there. Your boyfriend hovered over you, his knees supporting his body from either side of your hips. Magnus brought his lips down to yours while his hands worked your shirt up. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer with every passing moment. Your shirt was now pushed to your collarbone as the fighter’s rough hands ran over the expanse of your torso.
As his lips pull from yours to connect them with the skin on your neck, one of his hands moves to cup over your pec. His fingers danced over your nipple before pinching it into a peak. A soft gasp fell from your lips before you even registered what was happening. Magnus’ lips curved into a smile against your neck before starting to suck on the skin there.
With your hand in his hair, gently threading through it, you let out soft breaths and words of encouragement. He continued to leave hickeys down your neck, slowly working down to your chest. His lips connected with your nipple as one of his hands moved down to the waistband of your pants. Magnus sloppily worked the ties off of your pants while his tongue circles around the sensitive skin of your chest.
The fighter’s hand slipped past your waistband, rough fingers against warm skin. You lifted your hips as he started to push the fabric down. His hand pushed the rough fabric down your thigh and then off of your body. His hand returned to its resting spot on your newly bare thigh.
Your hands tugged on his hair, pulling his lips away from your chest. Magnus would be lying if he said he didn’t like how you looked, chest and neck littered with bruises and bites he left.
His face was a little red, his freckles blending into the skin. His lips were left a bit fuller, like they were bruised from kissing you so hard. He sat up, putting just a bit of his weight on you as he pulled his shirt over his head. His hair was messy, even more so now than it had previously been.
Your eyes were more focused on the expanse of his chest and belly, plush and covered in a layer of fat that sculpted his body into what you knew it as. You had seen him before but that didn’t mean you appreciated the view any less. The freckles that coated his pale skin and danced around pink scars that you always stressed too much over when they first started to heal. The curly red hair that coats not just his head, but his soft chest and navel in little tufts. The way his back muscles would flex if he moved his body just right. The calluses on his hands and the scars up and down his body. The one by his eye from a bar fight he couldn’t recall. The golden band he wears on a chain around his neck, reluctant to take off even now.
His laugh brought you back into the moment, accompanied by a kiss to your hip as big brown eyes looked up at you, “Are you done staring yet, sugar?”
His hand had skated back between your legs, fingers barely dancing over your lips. You were sure he could feel how wet you were, even just from the bit of contact. It would be embarrassing were it your first time together.
“You know I always get lost in your beauty.” You hummed. The hand you had in his hair tugged a bit, hoping to guide him back to your lips. “But I’d really love to get this going.”
He complied, bringing his lips back to yours. The kiss, though open mouthed and sloppy, was warm and gentle, full of love and words you don’t know if you trusted yourself enough to say out loud.
Two of his fingers parted your lips, the one in between them grazing lazily from your opening to your clit. You squirmed as he repeated the action, this time dipping the tip of his finger just barely into your pussy. You whined when he pulled his finger away, moving it back up to your clit and rubbing in agonizingly slow curves.
A big hand moved to your hips after your first big buck, holding you in place. Magnus rubbed shapes against your skin with his thumb, still littering your belly and thighs with soft kisses and rough bites. You could never count them all the next day.
A thick finger circled your pussy before easing in, one, two knuckles and some change deep. And after a long moment of stillness, a second joined. Magnus slowly pumped his fingers, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you a bit more.
You always assumed the fighter was big, but that was an understatement. In fact, the first time you saw his cock you were convinced he’d never fit all the way. He was thicker than he was long, but even then he was probably seven inches hard.
The room was quickly filled with moans and gasps that fell from your lips as his fingers, now accompanied by a third, worked you open. His thumb pressed your clit in circles, occasionally slipping when he got caught up. A knot in your belly started to grow as you neared your orgasm. Your legs spasmed and moans grew louder.
And then it all stopped. His fingers pulled away from you and moved to his pants. “You are so pretty, baby, you look so good.”
You whined, hands reaching out for him. One of his hands met yours, interlocking your fingers, while the other finished getting his pants and underthings down. The two of you carefully situated yourselves together.
When all was said and done, Magnus had his hips in between yours while he held himself up above you. His hand that wasn’t holding yours instead held his cock, teasing the head slowly over your pussy.
Whines escaped your lips while your hips willed themselves down to try and connect your bodies faster. The fighter chuckled breathily, slowly pushing the fat head into you. Your breath hitched as he continued to push forward. His head came to rest beside yours, forehead into the pillow, in a tuft of red curls.
The two of you never worked hard to get comfortable, easily falling into the rhythm of it. His thrusts started to pick up slowly, and then not so slowly. It was hard to be quiet with him pounding into you. Your free hand moved to your clit, starting to rub at it.
Magnus’ bigger hand moved to meet yours, his body supported by the forearm of his other. By now, he knew how to work your body, though it had definitely taken some time. He would say he’s still learning, sometimes getting too caught up in the moment to collect his thoughts.
The room was filling quickly with gasps and moans, the sounds of skin on skin and names falling from the other’s lips far too apparent. Neither of you had even considered that his roommates may have returned home, and frankly, neither of you cared.
Soon, Magnus’ thrusts grew a bit sporadic, a sign that he was nearing his own orgasm. The way your thighs quivered indicated to him that you weren’t far from your own. And Mag’s, the gentleman he was, was hell bent on making you cum first. He always was. His finger on your clit pressed a bit more, just how you liked it, needed it, and within moments you were cumming around him. His name fell from your lips like a mantra, hands tugging at his curls to keep him in place.
As his hand moved from your clit, finding refuge on your tense thigh, he thrust in a few more times before he reached his own orgasm. Magnus was entirely unaware of his volume, practically shouting as he came.
It wasn’t until you were both cleaned up and cuddled together that it even crossed either of your minds.
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A/n: I’ll admit, the last bit is kinda shit, my brain really pooped itself out, I’m sorry folks
O (what scenes are the hardest to write?) : preposition scenes! Opening scenes seem pointless to me and my autistic brain so it’s really hard to write them! Which is why they all sorta suck!
Q (do you have a writing process): No I literally just go in for it! If I have certain things to include I put them in the foot notes for myself
X (what inspires you?): besides your asks, I draw a lot of inspo from art and music! If I see a piece of art I like, I get this kick that’s like ‘okay time to create!’ And so I go and write until I don’t have that energy or urge
A (does writing energize or exhaust you?): it kinda depends! If I have the inspo it really energizes me but (and this is how I’ve been lately) when I have a lot going on, it can exhaust me and feel like a chore
B (what is your writing kryptonite?): slow burn. I’m so bad at slow burn fics and it just turns out so unentertaining.
R (what is your writing set up?): Usually I write in my bed or next to my turtle tank! If I have my computer (broken right now), I also have my sketchbook next to it so I can doodle to stretch out my fingers. I almost always have a cherry Pepsi next to me and some sort of snack!
So folks, the first two requests are up so now I wanna know if you guys prefer the third or second person writing styles! Or if you think I should leave it up to the requester! Thanks for the feedback you guys!
okay this is kinda vanilla af but can I request a lucretia/lup/self-insert (they/them) threesome where SI is eating lucretia out while lup kisses her?
CW: The reader uses They/them pronouns but has male genitals and they are referred to with male coded words (Dick, cock, balls, etc)
This is also written in a different style than the first, I just kinda wanna see which one sticks.
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“They look so pretty like this, Lucy, you guys look perfect together.” Lup’s voice came from above (y/n), a hand finding its way into their hair.
Lucretia didn’t reply, and neither did they. The both of them were pretty occupied, their mouth on her pussy and hers biting down on her hand to keep quiet. Their tongue circled her clit, eyes looking up at her to gauge a reaction.
Lup’s hand moved to grab Lucretia’s, moving it away from her mouth before replacing it with her soft lips. (Y/n) couldn’t stifle the moan that slipped from their throat at the sight of the two. They so rarely got to see them together like this, soft and intimate. Things always seemed a bit heady when it was the three of them, but this, this was soft and slow and oh so intentional.
Lup pulled away just a bit, a string of spit connecting her to her girlfriend. “You know, Luce, I bet their hard just from this. Hard from eating you out and watching us kiss. Isn’t that right, (y/n?)” She pet your hair gently, smiling down at you.
Lucretia’s hips ground into their mouth a bit, a moan falling from her lips. They were almost swollen from all the kissing Lup has been doing with her, and it was absolutely beautiful. The hickeys against her dark skin just added to it.
Lup was right, but (y/n) had been trying to avoid thinking about it. They’d been focusing on getting Lucretia off on their tongue instead. It had been working so far.
The two women were kissing again before another word could be exchanged, Lup’s hand moving from (y/n)’s hair to one of the lady’s tits. Lucretia bucked her hips, her back arching a bit closer to Lup’s touch. Any and all moans she made her muffled by the elf’s lips.
(Y/n) dipped their tongue into her hole, nose pressed just slightly against her clit. Her taste was intoxicating, and the noises that did escape the kiss just made it all the better. They dragged their tongue from her hole back up to her clit, slowly circling it before sucking on the bundle of nerves. Her thighs shook around their head.
The kiss ended again, Lup letting out a small chuckle, “finger her, baby, get her all open for me, won’t you?” She leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to their forehead. “You’re already doing so well.”
They smiled a bit, slipping their hand from under Lucretia’s thigh to under their chin and prodding a bit at her soaked hole. The mix of saliva and natural wetness made it easy to slip one digit into her, quickly followed by another. They thrust their fingers slowly while they focused their mouth on her clit.
Lup grinned, starting to bite at Lucretia’s neck again, “they’re doing wonderful, huh Lucy?”
The woman just moaned, head leaned back against the headboard of the bed. There was no way she’d last much longer, and both her partners knew it. Lup kissed her again.
(Y/n) slipped in a third finger, beginning a more steady pace with their hand. Their tongue swirled around her clit when they weren’t sucking on it.
Lup pulled away slowly, “cum for us, Lucy, I know your close. They’ve done so well, don’t you think?” She kissed her jaw.
It was as if that command triggered her orgasm. They could feel her pussy pulsing around their fingers and they slowed both their tongue and their fingers until at a full stop.
Try tagging your first post as "FAQ" and see if you can get it to pull up in your search results. I don't ever use the physical website so I'm not sure about formatting blogs in that way, but even if you get a seperate page pulled up, mobile users wont be able to pull it up (which is something I feel most website users dont understand)
Y’all are so big brain! Anything important will be marked as FAQs!
Can someone teach me how to link my first post in my bio I’ve never done this before and don’t want new followers to have to scroll through everything. Thanks folks I’m very new to running this sort of blog.
Uhm, hello! Is it possible to request an [AFAB, they/them] reader and MadamDirector!Lucretia? Preferably with the reader being a brat and lucretia as a brat tamer? (Thank so much for making this blog btw 💕)
So I’m working on this ask right now, and I just realized I didn’t address in my criteria for enbys what gender coded words I should use for genitalia! So I’m gonna fix that, but also if you could just let me know with another ask, that’d be rad! I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable!
Uhm, hello! Is it possible to request an [AFAB, they/them] reader and MadamDirector!Lucretia? Preferably with the reader being a brat and lucretia as a brat tamer? (Thank so much for making this blog btw 💕)
CW: This piece uses female coded words for female genitalia (i.e clit, pussy,ect) But the readers gender is left ambiguous.
You knew exactly what you were getting into from the start. Offering suggestive looks from across the courtyard, hands brushing lightly over barely exposed skin whenever the opportunity arose.
You weren’t normally like this, at least not all the time, only when you really wanted something. The Director knew that. She played along at first, giving you little smiles when there were few eyes looking, complimenting your work when the opportunity was present. She had figured you’d follow her up to the office and spit out whatever was on your mind. Finding the hall behind her empty was a bit of a shock for her, but also left her a bit worked up from the ideas she’d had playing through her mind.
Returning to your dorm after dinner that evening to a note taped to your door was a little exhilarating though, leaving your limbs tingling as you read the note over. As you made your trek back across the moon base, note in hand, you couldn’t stop the slight skip in your step. Lately, with the arrival of new reclaimers, it had been harder to find one on one time with Lucretia, but considering your success, this seemed to be the best way.
With your arrival to her office, you were relieved to find the halls empty and mostly dark until her door. You knocked and stepped back.
The door knob twisted and the door creaked open. In place of the old wood was your lover, clad in her typical robes but a gentle smile found way to her lips. This did nothing to hide the devious look in her deep brown eyes.
“I see you got the note.” She nodded, stepping aside, “Come on in. How about you go get comfortable in the bedroom and I’ll tidy up out here?”
And while the proposition didn’t sound bad, it also didn’t fit your ideal. “I want to stay with you.” You said as you stepped inside.
“Why, dear, I’m just going to be a few minutes, I didn’t think you’d arrive so quick.” Lucretia let out a small chuckle as she made her way to her desk. You followed.
She was right, it didn’t take long at all for her to finish up putting away her paperwork, but it was agonizing to stand there and watch. The door to her bedroom had been open, and you noticed a few stray candles that were lit, the flames gently dancing in the draft. It seemed like you both had different ideas for the outcome of tonight.
“But Madam, you’ve been so focused on work lately, I couldn’t take it. I had to get your attention somehow.” You reached over her desk to lace your fingers with hers, calloused from years of rigorous writing. “I can only barely remember how it felt to have these in me.”
Lucretia’s breath hitched a bit, her finally putting the last folder down. “I see.” She let out a soft breath, “Go lay down, I just need to lock up and I promise I’ll be there.”
You listened this time, reluctantly taking your hand from hers and heading to the bedroom you’d grown familiar with. She was there just a few moments later, the door to the room now closed so the only light was from the candles.
“You like getting under my skin, huh? Getting me distracted all day so I’m here waiting for you? All because you wanted my attention. You should have used your words,” She tutted, stepping closer to you as she started to undo her robes. “You know how I feel when you don’t.”
With every step forward she took, you felt the urge to step back. You did, at first, but a few paces from the bed you stopped. She kept coming until you were breathing the same air.
“My precious dear, why don’t you lay down and tell me what you want?” She cupped your cheek in her hand.
You looked right into those deep brown eyes, soft from years of smiling and laughing with people you didn’t know. “Why don’t you make me? Since you make everyone else do stuff. That’s your thing, isn’t it?”
You watched her eyes narrow, felt her hand move till your chin was resting on the skin between her thumb and the rest of her hand. She pulled you a bit closer, her lips lingering near your ear.
“Fine, we can play that way.”
The words almost felt like a challenge and left you with chills down your back. She let go, taking a few steps back to finish undressing. As she stepped out of her robes, you saw her normal underwear, which were both basic and didn’t match. You didn’t mind.
“Are you not going to undress too, (Y/N)? I’d hate to have to make you.” She started back toward the bed, toward you.
The look in her eyes was different now, though just as devious. She was hungry, starving to have her hands over your skin. She contained herself well, but one's eyes are a window.
You retreated until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you scooted back onto it, settling in the middle. You felt your body buzzing with a much anticipated excitement, and frankly a bit more turned on than you had thought.
The next few minutes felt silent but warm as Lucretia moved onto the bed in front of you, trying to strip you. You playfully swatted her hands away or squirmed out of her reach each time she started.
She scoffed and grabbed your hands in one of hers, “I see someone’s being difficult. Why can’t you just be good for me, dear? You know I’ll take care of you.”
Her grip on your wrists didn’t loosen as she used her other hand to pull your shirt up. You still squirmed a bit, though it was useless. She leaned forward and kissed you once your shirt was off, her free hand moving to your hip.
Her lips were soft against yours, but the kiss was fiery and hungry and made your insides melt. You hardly noticed as her hand dipped past the waistband of your pants, cupping you through the front of your underwear.
She pulled away just enough to speak, “you’re so wet already, baby, you’re not even undressed yet.”
You didn’t respond, just pressing your lips back against hers. The grip on your wrists disappeared as the director began to work on the tie of your pants. As soon as they were off, you folded your legs shut, a playful smile on your occupied lips.
Lucretia sighed through her nose, pulling away to start kissing at your neck instead. One of her hands started caressing the outside of your thigh, trying to coax you into playing nice. When this didn’t work, her kisses turned into small bites meant to leave marks as her hand moved to where your thighs connected to work her hand between.
The noises you made when being kissed were nothing compared to what Lucretia knew you were capable of, and she wanted that. She pulled away entirely, even scooting a few inches so you weren’t touching one another. You let out a pitiful whine.
Lucretia chuckled a bit, “well maybe if you behaved, you’d get what you want. But I’m thinking I might go make some tea until you decide how you’re going to act.” She got off the bed.
You sat up quickly, hands resting on your knees. “I’ll be good, I promise, miss, please.”
She smiled, taking her seat beside you again. “That’s what I thought, baby. Now lay down for me, won’t you?”
You did as instructed, scooting up until a pillow was under your head. Lucretia’s lips were back on yours, her hand moving back to your underwear. You spread your legs for her and one of her fingers rubbed your clit slowly from outside your underwear.
“So good, dear, you’re so good for me.” She continues to pepper kisses against your skin while her hand dips into your underwear, skin now touching where you needed it most.
One of her thin fingers slipped down to your hole, circling around it slowly before easing in. You couldn’t hold back a moan, hips gearing down for more. Her finger kept working you open, her thumb finding its way back to your clit.
Lucretia chuckled at the sound you let out, “you’re always so sensitive, love, it’s adorable.” She kissed you briefly, her fingers not halting.
“Please, please miss, more,” your voice came out a choked whine, eyes shut tight as you focused on the sensation.
Her breath was hot against your ear as she worked another finger into your wet hole, crooking them just a bit to get a better angle. The pressure on your clit got stronger, more certain and less teasing. Your hands found her shoulders, holding onto her like she was everything. To you, maybe she was.
Her thumb kept rubbing circles on your clit, occasionally switching directions just for the fun of it. Lucretia’s lips kept peppering kisses over your sweat damp skin in between murmurs of sweet encouragements. You could feel the muscles in your belly tensing, that familiar edge starting to get closer. You started to shift a bit, and your lover began to work in a third finger.
As her third finger worked into you, her thumb eased up a bit, moving back to teasing strokes. You could feel your building orgasm start to dissipate. The whine that fell from your lips was pitiful at best.
“Oh dear, I’m going to need you to use your words if you want something. I don’t think I speak brat yet.” She chuckled, pressing a teasing kiss to the center of your chest.
You could feel her pussy against your thigh, and even through her panties she was soaked. You smiled, leaning your head back. She kept training kisses up.
A shaky breath fell from your lips. “Miss, please, I was close. I want to cum for you, please miss.”
The pressure of her thumb on your clit returned, a bit harder than the first time. “Is this what you want, baby? You want miss to make you cum?”
The moan that fell from your lips could probably be heard down the hall, were there anybody to hear it. You were grateful that there wasn’t. She started to thrust her fingers a bit, letting them pull out slowly and match the pace back in.
The slow pace wouldn’t cut it, both of you knew that. But Lucretia wanted to hear it. She kept up this pace even as the circles around your clit became vigorous.
Between moans, you worked out a sentence. “Miss, faster, please,” you wanted to pull her closer, “fuck me faster.”
A chuckle accompanied compliance as she began thrusting her fingers in and out faster, even occasionally twisting her wrist for some extra flare. The feeling of your orgasm began to build back in your belly, thighs shaking the closer it got.
Your lover continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement against your skin, still picking up the pace. Were the room not echoing your moans, the noises coming from your body would be absolutely obscene.
Her thumb flicks over your clit again and your orgasm hits you, a brick wall tumbling down. Your thighs slammed together, trembling. Your breath shook. Lucretia kept going, working from a new angle to keep at it. The pressure on your clit didn’t let up, and her finger fucking got faster.
It started to get hard to breathe, hands gripping tightly at her shoulders. You cum a second time within two minutes and this time she does let up. The pressure on your clit eases slowly before disappearing and once your thighs relax a bit, her fingers pull out of you.
“You did so good, dear.” She kissed your forehead. “I’m going to go get you a snack and water before we keep going.
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Snail talks! I’ve never written for Lucretia before nor do I know much about the brat/brat gamer dynamic so uh, I tried. I’m gonna try a few other formats or styles for writing these inserts and you guys can tell me which feels most natural! Thanks for requesting guys! Ily!
So I gotta be honest with y’all.. I have not listened to more than like three episodes of graduation because I just haven’t had the time. So I’ll still take requests for them, but realistically they’re gonna be shorter and probably a little ooc. I do intend to listen though, so I’ll keep you guys posted
Hey should we call you snail or do you want to be called something else when we talk to you directly
You guys can still call me Snail or Citrus! Also I use He/him pronouns! I didn’t even think about what you folks should call me lmao I was just excited to be writing but thank you!
Uhm, hello! Is it possible to request an [AFAB, they/them] reader and MadamDirector!Lucretia? Preferably with the reader being a brat and lucretia as a brat tamer? (Thank so much for making this blog btw 💕)
So I’m working on this ask right now, and I just realized I didn’t address in my criteria for enbys what gender coded words I should use for genitalia! So I’m gonna fix that, but also if you could just let me know with another ask, that’d be rad! I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable!
What’s up fellas! I’m here for all your self indulgent needs with this filthy fandom! Just some request rules first though!
•please include the gender of the reader, and what gender coded words you want to be used for their genitals
•if you want specific kinks, let me know in the post so I can really hit it
•if you want a character to follow a head canon (I.e trans!Duck Newton) just let me know
Other than that, just be nice and have a good time! I promise nothing is too extreme for me to write for you guys. But if I’m unfamiliar with a kink, I may take longer to write it to make sure I’m portraying it safely! Because safety first!
I really hope you guys enjoy this blog and my writings!
