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Tag: NSFW, MDNI, AU, Egyptian Mythology (Twisted for the sake of story), Anubis!Valko x Sacrifice!reader, smut, temple setting, sacrificial altar, porn with plot, size difference, defloration, cunnilingus, fingering, stretching, rough sex, piv, creampie, biting, marking, breast play, voyeurism if you squint. Valko is wild here.
A/N: that consensual part have me tweaking this a bit longer sorry for the late post! I didn’t research enough but I chose to twist a bit of the Egyptian Lore (it already took 2 weeks to finish this sorry ppl). @calebsfavoriteusedthong was very kind in giving pointers (I was spiralling). Love you girl! 😚🧡
The heavy stone doors of the sanctuary sealed with a dull thud, locking out the blinding desert sun and leaving only the flicker of obsidian-encased torches.
Your aunt had spent eighteen years keeping you locked behind the door, guarding you like a chest of stolen gold. The priests paid high for an untainted vessel to offer to Horus, and your family was more than ready to collect the reward. You were supposed to lie on the altar, untouched, pristine, and ready for the knife.
Except Horus wasn't the one waiting in the dark.
You peer into the gloom of the massive chamber. “Who’s there!” you call out, your voice trembling with blood-rushing panic.
Dark chuckle cuts through the shadows, confirming you aren't alone. “You’re scared. You should be.”
You gasp, your elbow hits a golden chalice and sends the ceremonial wine spilling over the edge with a clatter.
“Tsk. Look at that wasted wine,” the deep voice murmurs.
As he steps further into the flickering torchlight, your breath hitches in your chest. He’s breathtakingly beautiful, yet every line of his sculpted body radiates danger. His face framed by a gold-trimmed dark jackal headdress over his broad shoulders. There is no mistaking the regal but terrifying aura imposing over you—this is Anubis himself, the God of the Underworld.
Your hands tremble as you bow, clutching your thin robes. “G-God of the Underworld, please have mercy on me.”
“Mercy? But I didn’t come here to take your soul,” he replies, “I come because I smell something nice. Let’s see—Horus’s sacrifice?”
A wild grin breaking across his face in excitement.
“God of the Underworld, please—”
“The name’s too long,” he interrupts. “Valko.”
“Huh?” You didn’t hear that—the blood rush deafening your ears.
“God of the underworld, Anubis, 𓁶𓏺𓈋𓆑 , 𓇋𓏶𓅱𓏏𓐎𓊖, 𓎡𓇾𓂢𓂋. I hate how humans give titles. Kind of hard tk spell, too.” He says in frustration, “Valko.”
“V-valko—”
“Don’t stutter.” Valko sat draped over the carved stone throne like an indolent god, his eyes—sharp, wild, and ancient—darken, tracking every nervous breath you took.
“A sweet sacrifice for the Sun God.”
You swallowed hard, your knees trembling beneath the thin silk robes. “A-are you going to kill me?”
Valko sneered, a flash of white fangs breaking his dark, hypnotic composure. “Kill you? And let Horus have the satisfaction of a holy offering?”
Your heart was about to jump from your throat. “No. But you have two choices, little bird. One: I leave, Horus comes in before sunrise, carves your heart out on this slab, and your seller buys their palace.”
He slid off the throne, dropping his staff and helmet behind, his tall shadow swallowing you whole as he stepped closer. The smell of myrrh, copper, and ozone thick around him. Without the helmet, his face steals your breath—devastatingly handsome, framed in wild auburn hair streaked with molten gold. But it’s his eyes that paralyze you—twin pools of glowing liquid gold, holding you completely spellbound.
“Or two: I wreck you right here, right now. You become my bride, and I get to watch Horus gets nothing. Which is it?”
You didn’t even hesitate. “Two. Please.”
A dark grin sliced across Valko’s face. “Good choice.”
He grabbed the front of your pristine sacrificial robes and ripping them down the middle with a violent tear, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the tomb. He lifted you onto the cold altar, spreading your legs wide.
“Look at you,” he growled, thumb dragging roughly over your tight slit. A trace of wetness follows the path his thumb traced. “They’ve been keeping you hidden away all those years, just for me to spoil.”
Valko dropped to his knees between your thighs, forcing your knees even wider over his shoulders. He buried his face straight into your heat, his rough tongue thrusting deep into your tight opening with long, filthy licks.
You let out an embarrassingly sharp cry, your fingers tangling in his auburn hair as he devoured you, lapping up your glistening juices like a beast. He worked his tongue over your sensitive clit, swirling and sucking hard until your hips were bucking off the cold stone, helpless under his mouth.
“So sweet,” Valko growled against your wet skin, lifting his head just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your slick. “Let’s get you stretched enough.”
He shoved two fat fingers straight into your pussy without warning.
A choked scream caught in your throat as your walls clamped hard around his thick fingers. Valko let out a dark chuckle at your cunt, immediately pumping his fingers in and out with a rhythmic squelch, hooking his knuckles upward to hit every sensitive nerve inside you. You snap your hip upward, tense, and he grunts.
“Shit—how will I fit inside?” He panted, adding a third finger, relentlessly stretching and working your cunt until you were dripping wet, sobbing and pleading from the sensory overload. “Open up.”
Satisfied with how drenched and pliable you were, Valko pulled his fingers out and stood up, unbuckling his leather harness. He yanked his cock free—thick, dark, and throbbing with heat. Your slick a glistening web tangled in his fingers, smeared on his length along with beads of precum.
He lined the massive blunt head up against your slick folds, and with one heavy shove, he drove himself deep into your cunt. You let out a choked gasp—he prepared you well, but with his size, it’s almost too much. You didn’t know your cunt had been empty until his cock filled every space inside.
Your cunt stretched to their absolute limit around his width, but your slickness let him push inch by inch inside. Valko let out a deep grunt of pure satisfaction, his knuckles turning white as he gripped your hips. “Fuck... you’re taking it so well—”
“P-please, slow down…” you whimper, “I-I’m too full—”
“I haven’t gone all in yet—” He pulled back before slamming in again, this time all the way to the hilt. The wet, filthy slap of his hips echoing off the stone walls. He fucked you relentlessly, his instincts taking complete control. Every time he drove his dick back inside, your cunt clamped hard around him, driving him insane.
“That’s it, take it all!” He panted, his chest heaving, sweat dripping from his collarbone down onto your flushed cheeks. He leaned down, biting harshly into the crook of your neck, leaving a deep mark to claim you while his cock tore into your cunt without mercy. “Horus can’t claim you now—you’ll be soaked in my cum by the time he arrives!”
“Ah—!” The pleasure was overwhelming, sharp and dirty and hot. You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Getting bold, aren’t you?” His thrusts grew faster, messier, the slick loud enough to drown out the sound of heavy footsteps echoing outside the grand doors. “Please—please don’t stop—”
Valko felt your tight walls contract, milking him wildly as you hit the edge. His rhythm turned completely chaotic, pounding into you until your back arched off the altar, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes as you climax hard around his shaft. The intense tightening set him off—with a deep grunt, Valko shoved himself as deep as he could go, locking his hips flush against yours as his thick length pulsed, pumping wave after wave of hot semen deep inside your cunt.
Right that exact time, the heavy stone doors groaned open.
“Behold, the pure vessel for the great—” your aunt’s shrill boomed into the room, flanked by the Priests of Horus.
The words died instantly in her throat.
She stood frozen at the entrance, her jaw dropping low, eyes bulging out of her head in horrified shock.
There you were, stretched out naked on the holy altar, marked and panting, with the God of Underworld leaning over you, his massive cock still twitching deep inside your leaking cunt. Thick white cream was already oozing out around the pink flesh where his shaft met your swollen folds, dripping onto the sacred altar.
Valko didn't pull out. He didn't even look bothered.
Slowly turning his head toward your aunt and the priests, Valko let out a satisfied smirk. With a possessive hand, he reached up and roughly squished your bare breast, showcasing you openly to the horrified crowd as he gave a deep thrust that made you whimper out loud.
“As you can see,” his voice dripping with dark amusement as he watched your aunt turn pale white. “She’s my bride now.”
A wild growl tore from his chest. His hand morphed instantly into a sharp claw, his lips peeling back in a twisted grin to expose his fangs as his golden eyes burned with unhinged fury.
“Who dares to take her from me?”
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academic dishonesty is not something you can spin as moral lol i do not want to share a career field let alone a social sphere with a bunch of chatgpt using ass bitches
"you're just scared your diploma is going to devalue" i'm afraid you dumb bitches are going to become my colleagues and drag social services to hell
I'm afraid they'll become scientists and data that lives depend on will turn out to be wrong - and people will die.
I'm afraid they'll become engineers and sign off on bridge designs that collapse - and people will die.
I'm afraid they'll become medical professionals who don't know what they're doing - and people will die.
The assumption that academic dishonesty is okay is rooted in the idea that what you're learning to do doesn't matter.
the “pleasure to have in class” to overly active tumblr user pipeline
Reblog if you were a pleasure to have in class
Oh, my GOD. I genuinely NEED a pathetic user ( who likes to be used as a cumdump and embarrassed and puppy play ofc ) NEEED NEEED NEED I'LL GO FERAL FOR IT ( with price or Simon?? ) I BEG YOUUU
HNNGHHH NONNY IM SO FUCKING WEAK FOR PUPPY PLAY!! hear me out tho... what if two bad bitches at the same time?
price was always the meaner handler between him and simon. he didn’t fuckin’ like disobedient and untrained pups which is exactly what you were. demanding, pushing your damn limits when you knew you could get away with it.
price thought simon was too gentle with you, too sweet, too fuckin’ spoiled for your own good. that was another issue in itself but.. he wanted to focus on you.
it pissed him off. pups need to be good and yet, you whined at any sign of rejection and simon would fucking cave. he planned on changing that the moment he saw you whine at his lieutenant and the man just fucking caves, following you into your room.
that simply wouldn’t do.
your disobedience is exactly how you find yourself with your collar tight around your neck, legs hiked up on his shoulders while price fucks you on his desk. you've been in this position for god knows how long and fuck, you just want simon to take over cause price is so mean to you!
the captain has been pounding away at your cunt, he's filled you up so many damn times but hasn't even let you cum once! as you tilt your head tilted back, you see simon on the other side, sitting on price’s chair and a hand palming his cock.
“simon— ah, sir, please—“ you begged the wrong handler, feeling price tug on the metal leash to have you look at him. you whine at the jingle of the metal ring and the leash.
“wrong fuckin’ person, pup.” price mumbles, wrapping the leash around his hand and tugging hard. “such a bad fucking pet, damn ungrateful for the dick i’m giving you.” he tuts, the tone in his voice practically making your non-existent ears flop down.
"ah-- price, 'm sorry--" and he cuts you off with a smack to your ass, making you flush red.
"not what i wanna fuckin' hear, pup." he hisses, pulling out of you and hearing the instinctive whine you let out, price tugs on the leash. you sit up, panting and feeling his calloused hands cup your cheeks. the heat of his cum oozing out of you was fucking distracting you-- god, you wanted price and simon at the same fucking time and it was driving you nuts that you couldn't have either.
"my puppies are good, they know when to fuckin' listen and say thank you." the older man reminds you and god, does that make a sick heat pool in your stomach. "y'don't know when to behave, you fuckin' dog."
you whine, shaking your head and having tears well in your eyes. "n-no, sir, i'm a good pup! i'll listen!" you plead, your hands tugging on your leash because you have been good!
right?
wrong fucking move.
price who flips you over, ass up on the desk. his thick fucking cock slips into you again but.. he stills. you feel a hand in your hair and it's simon. you almost light up and mewl at the sight of him but..
"puppy, yer bein' a brat for price." the lieutenant whispers and you let out the saddest whine. "haven't even thanked him for fillin' you up, yer being a real ungrateful pet today." simon shakes his head, shoving two fingers into your mouth.
"fuckin' pathetic, i didn't train you to be ungrateful." simon looks up at price who begins fucking up into you. you gasp, crying out at the brutal pace price is setting. it felt so goddamn good. "spoiled you, pampered the fuck out of you, pup.. and you're being greedy?" he tuts, watching you suckle on his scarred fingers. "show price how good you can be, doll.. maybe, just fuckin' maybe, i can give you more."
you practically choke on simon's fingers, spit coating your chin and dripping all over the desk. you felt fuckin' embarassed, you are being a bad puppy and god, you wanna make it up so badly. to both of them.
"si—" your groan is muffled as simon's fingers leave your mouth with a slick pop. "hnnngh— i'll be good, fuck, i'll be a good puppy!" you plead, looking up at simon who was leaning back in price's chair. even with that obvious bulge and the twitch in his hands, you knew you had a lot of begging to do.
your train of thought gets cut off by price beginning a brutal pace inside you, hitting all the good fucking spots and making you fucking sob. price is burying his fucking cock to the hilt and it makes you whimper.
you feel tears well in your eyes, letting out breathy cry. "ah! fuck, thank you, sir, ah— my puppycunt feels so fuckin—" you hiccup, resting your face on the desk and peering up at simon who.. is clearly pleased at how desperate you sound. how pathetic you look for both of your handlers.
"thas a good pup, showing me how grateful you are for yer capn's cock— fuck, such a tight and obedient pet, huh?" price praises, watching you nod desperately as he slams back into you. "fuck, we just needed to be a lil mean to you, huh, baby? tell you how bad yer fuckin' being?"
"fuck— yes, please, need you and si to remind me— i'm a good cumpuppy— ah!" you mewl, arching your back as you feel price frantically fuck up into you. the captain groans, burying himself deep inside you and stilling to fill you up thoroughly. the familiar heat of his cum buried in your cunt has you in tears.
"haaaa— thank you, thank you, oh fuck, please, thank you, sir.." you murmur, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel your own release, coating the poor mahogany desk in your cum. price doesn't pull out, in fact, he hums at how your pussy squeezes him.
"tha' good enough f'you, son?"
and when simon fishes his cock out, the tip of it tapping on your bottom lip, you knew damn well you've been real fuckin' good for another treat in your mouth while you wait to be filled again.
𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭
steve harrington x reader wc: 1.2k (quick blurb for ya!) content: arguments, bratty steve, sub! steve, no explicit smut
Everyone was on edge. Being three months into a government quarantine would do that to you. Still, your group of disgruntled teenagers and freshly graduated young adults could hardly save face when it came to instigating a new argument.
wolves run hot.
you'd learnt that from a certain sleeping bag scene you'd watched with a displeased, fact-policing valko.
"hngh g-god val..." your nails dig into his forearm across your chest, keeping your back flush against him.
your tightly pressed thighs create just enough slick friction for his cock to spread your quivering walls, and probe the spongy opening of your cervix.
"y-youre so warm..." you hum. his pace slows into a deep grind.
"that's a myth, short stack." he grumbles behind you. "how many times do I have to tell you? stop treating the twilight franchise as your bible for wolves."
he kisses your clammy temple, cradling your head in mock pity. "such a naive human. believing fiction over a live one making love to you."
you would have laughed had he not been making your hole gape with all his eight inches.
your butt wiggles against him to get him to focus. and he does. delicious long strokes glide deep into your sopping pussy.
"a-are you calling me ungrateful?" you fake a pout.
"'c-course not!" his ears straighten nervously. his hand slides down to rub your swollen clit.
"breaking dawn tonight?"
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i hope all mutuals who i never talk to are having a good day
All y'all better be reblogging this
PERIOD. I WON’T TOLERATE BIGOTS 🖕🏻
Cries and whimpers and sniffles I want him so baaaaaad what the fuck. [remembers my dignity] I hate him actually I don’t even know that man. And I certainly don’t enjoy the insinuation that I would ever desire him sexually. What a horrid thing to suggest.
SOMETHING WORSE THAN HATE ─ one shot
nanami kento x reader — enemies to lovers au
SYNOPSIS: upset with each other after a mission ends in a near-death encounter, the tension on the drive back to the city finally erupts in a culmination of old arguments and unexpressed feelings. you push nanami too far, and what starts as another fight spirals quickly into backseat heat, fogged windows, and unexpected confessions.
CONTENT: hate fucking, car sex, rough (but tender) sex, porn with plot, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, reader is snarky and a huge brat, brat tamer nanami, both are sorcerers this is important to the plot, tsundere-ish behaviour from nanami, so much sexual tension it fucking explodes, consent checks, fingering, we fuck first and talk later, hurt/comfort, two emotionally repressed fools, happy ending — wc: 8.5k
A/N: there is some semblance of a deeper plot hidden within all this messy hate fucking stuff but i’ll let you discover it for yourself! i hope you enjoy the read <3 — ao3 link
It’s not a secret that you don’t exactly get along with Nanami Kento.
They all say Nanami is a gentleman. He’s the gold-standard of what it takes to be a first-grade sorcerer – razor-sharp judgement paired with flawless execution and the kind of combat experience that makes him near untouchable in the field. He’s the role model for rookie sorcerers, the example every teacher points to.
And he’s handsome, too, in the unfair kind of way that has old ladies on the street stopping to stare, the kind of handsome that gets him free bread at the bakery and phone numbers scribbled on coffee cups with a little heart next to them.
You know him a little better than that though.
Nanami Kento is a gentleman – to everyone else but you. He’s not an asshole in the traditional sense of the word, neither has he ever raised his voice or stooped to insults (you can’t exactly say you’ve adhered to the same principles), but that doesn’t mean you get along.