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Olruggio and Qifrey survive teaching a class of zillenials.

AFAB Dewdrop below;

Dewdrop, in the main chapel, on his knees before the communal altar to Lord Satan.

It's a new moon, and to kick off the cycle, he's set up a simple but heartfelt ritual; masturbating before the altar, offering his flesh and carnal lust as the offering.

Dewdrop, bringing with him his favorite toy, a monster dick he likes to imagine would be something similar to his Lord. He brings candles, incense, flower petals, a blanket and pillow because he plans on sleeping there as well.

His ritual is simplistic enough: he lights the candles, the myrrh, and cleans his toy despite it already being clean. He likes to show that he's taking the proper steps and not just some random toy he's dug out.

He places the candles, a deep maroon for this ritual, in a large enough circle that he has ample room to lay down if he so chooses. The incense burns just outside the perimeter, filling the area in lovely smoke.

He's wet before he even begins, already worked up and excited beforehand at the thought of his personal ritual.

"Dear Lord Lucifer, hear my prayer. Father Satan, I humbly intrigue to you the gift of my flesh and the carnal desire of lust. I offer unto you my love, my heart, my body mind and soul, and the juices of my desire for you. I give to you my carnal lust and devotion, each orgasm, an offering only to you. Lord Satan, accept my offering, in your name I pray. NemA."

He plants the monster dildo on the marbled tile below, sitting back on his heels, simply admiring the thing. It was dark blue, purple, and magenta. Girthy and long, a knot in the middle that burned going down. It was perfect.

The fire ghoul stands, undressing slowly, making sure each article is folded on the pew behind him before continuing. When he's completely naked, the emptiness and cool air makes his shiver, both in chill and anticipation.

He kneels back down and presses his forehead to the ground, giving thanks and speaking appreciatively, praying to the Dark Lord once again. This time, it was a moment of tenderness, vulnerability, not often seen in the older Fire ghoul. There were very few who saw this side of him, and the one who he trusted completely in heard and cherished each prayer.

Now, despite being practically soaked with anticipation, he knew he couldn't take the dildo on his own. He pulled a small tube of lube out of his bag and poured a generous amount in his hand and on the toy.

Safe in his circle of lit candles, he lines the toy up with his entrance, a low groan as the head enters. The girth alone is impressive, but it's nothing he's never been able to take before. He tilts his head back, slowly impaling himself, a breathy moan leaving him. His hands snake up his sides, hot to the touch, and envisions his Dark Lord instead of his own flesh.

He moans as he lowers himself once again, the knot in the center stretching him out. The fire ghoul lets his imagination take over, fantasizes that it's the Dark Lord teasing his nipples, twisting and pulling, cupping his small breast and massaging them just how he likes.

He imagines Lord Satan behind him, cradling him and easing him down.

'Breath in deep, remember, Droplet...'

Dewdrop does as instructed, breathing in deep and relaxing, a borderline feminine moan escaping him as his cunt swallows the knot.

'Now take a moment, don't rush, or you'll hurt yourself' The voice instructs.

"Fuck...!" Dewdrop hisses, feeling the head of the dildo kiss his cervix. It was so deep, almost too deep, but exactly what he craved. His head lolled, long golden waves cascading down his back. A beautiful offering, the perfect image of lust, love, and trust.

what? xephna starts acting like a married couple in the new series and you expect me to not write about it? in the year of our lord 2024?

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Vi (League of Legends) Characters: Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Lesbian Sex, Teasing, Showers, Showering Togther, Butch Vi (League of Legends), Trans Vi (League of Legends), Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Transmasc Vi, vi on testosterone, Femme Caitlyn (League of Legends), Top Caitlyn (League of Legends), Bottom Vi (League of Legends), at first, Then, Bottom Caitlyn (League of Legends), Top Vi (League of Legends), Pitfighter Vi, Caitlyn and Vi are in Love (League of Legends), Switch Vi (League of Legends), Switch Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Hexstrap | Hextech Strap-on (League of Legends), Strap-Ons, vi has bottom growth, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Riding, Multiple Orgasms, Face-Sitting, Face-Fucking, Choking, Slapping, Hickeys, Hair-pulling, Praise Kink, Butch/Femme, butchfemme dynamic, butch as a pet name, Shower Sex, Making Out, Explicit Sexual Content, Possessive Behavior, Possessive Sex, Needy Vi (League of Legends), Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Drunk Vi (League of Legends), more tipsy than anything but, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - College/University, caitlyn calling vi bird is canon to me, switch hc for them both is so real to me, cause tbh that's how sesbian lex has worked in my experience Summary:

ch. 1

Caitlyn’s lips quirk upward at the remark, but she scoffs anyhow. She ghosts a fingertip across the shoulder of Vi’s jacket, stopping just short of their neck. “Oh, Violet. Silly butch. You won’t be laying a finger on me until you’re rid of all that sweat and dirt and gods know what else.

ch. 2

“You need to listen better, bird,” Cait chastises, running a finger from the top of Vi’s sternum down between their breasts. Vi’s dick twitches in want once again as she ghosts a finger over each of their nipples, never giving them the satisfaction of true pressure on either. “I said that you wouldn’t be touching me. And besides, someone has to make sure you get this oil slick out of your hair.”

or;

My secret santa gift for @baguettefeels! They requested "just some cute stuff. Wearing each other’s clothes is a bonus", and this came to mind.

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“Whaddya think?”

Sniper snorted, watching his shirt slowly slip down off of the runner’s slim shoulder. “Think you look like a kid in Dad’s closet.” He leaned over the crate, letting the brim of his hat hide the smirk that Scout could hear in his voice. “Told you, you’re too skinny to fit it. And that’s coming from the skinniest kid in Australia.”

Rolling his eyes, Scout leaned over, snatching the slouched hat off of Sniper’s head with one hand before quickly dancing back. “Hey, it’s only off on one side, that don’t count. Sides, I look better in this than you do, Stretch.” He pulled the cap off his head and swapped it for the Sniper’s, tilting it back and letting the grey cap fall to the floor on the way. Changing directions, Scout leaned over the windowsill, miming a sniper rifle in his hands. The world’s worst Australian accent followed. “Lookat me, I’m Mick Mundy, and you’re all bloody wankas! Gonna shootcha through the eye from a mile away’n insult ya mum!” “I don’t sound like that.” A soft chuckle. “Ya kinda do, man - I mean, mate.”

Sniper raised an eyebrow, leaning down to swipe Scout’s discarded cap from the floor. He wrapped both his hands around the base of his kukri, crossing his eyes and slipping into a near-perfect impression of the Scout. “Yo, I gotta run fast an’ jump through th’air an’ never stand still like I’m a goddamn hamster - BONK! Heavy riddled this guy fullabullets before I got dere, but I did all the real work!”

One hand flew to Scout’s chest as he gasped in mock offense. “I don’ say that kinda stuff!”

Sniper smirked, slipping the knife back into his pocket. “No, what is it you say….Gotta run fast an’ eat a-”

Scout tackled him, and they rolled across the floor, mocking each other’s voices and making faces until they collapsed by each other’s sides in fits of laughter.

Sitting up, Scout turned to look down at Sniper, letting the smirk fade to a more honest smile. “...Gotta say, man, everythin’ round here keeps going crazy, but you...you’re pretty cool.”

The smile returned to him from Sniper’s face. “That means a lot, kid. Can’t say I thought we’d hit it off this well, but I’m glad you think that.” “Hey, I said PRETTY cool, I mean Spy’s still got the whole-”