#(16+)

[alixezae]

Staring ๋࣭⭑ ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: ever since you got pregnant you've never felt so happy in your life and ryomen by your side the king of curses soft for you and the baby, but that doesn't change the fact the ryomen kills whoever and whomever touches you and your swollen belly

Warnings: slight mention of murder, pet names (wife, queen, sun) - reader being a sweetheart, fluff, sukina being soft for reader, heian era

As the sun slowly crept above the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the land, a soft gentle breeze rustled through the cherry blossom trees that dotted the lush, emerald green hillsides of heian-kyõ. The air was filled with the intoxicating scent of their delicate pink petals, which fluttered like confetti across the verdant landscape. In the distance, the gentle hum of bees busily collecting nectar from flowers created a soothing, almost meditative atmosphere

It was on this idyllic morning ryomen, the king of curses, awoke from his slumber, the warmth of the sun caressing his soft pink hair, he stretched languidly, yawning wide before blinking several times to clear his sleep from his vivid red eyes. His gaze drifted over to the figure of his beloved wife, the queen, as she lay curled up in a makeshift bed they had fashioned for her. Her swollen belly rose and fell gently with each breath she took

Ryomen nuzzled her gently, careful not to disturb her rest. He couldn't help but marvel at the miracle growing inside her, her tiny life that would soon be a part of their world. A pang of guilt shot through him as he remembered the countless times he had been to defend her and their child from those who dare harm them. But he knew that he would do it again and again, a thousand times over, if it meant keeping them safe.

As he watched her sleep, he felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. Despite the hard exterior he often presented, he was deeply in love with his wife, the queen, and cherished her more than anything else in the world. He had never known such happiness as he did with her by his side, and the thought of losing her, or worse, their child, filled him with dread.

She woke from her slumber and saw his eyes filled with tenderness she kissed his cheeks softly and he smiled, she was amazed by the tenderness and care that ryomen showed during her pregnancy. He would place his hand gently on he swollen belly, feeling the baby move and kick. His eyes would soften with love and adoration, and he would whisper sweet words to both his wife and their child. Despite his fearsome reputation, ryomen was a devoted and loving husband, eager to protect and cherish his growing family.

As days passed, y/n and ryomen prepared for the arrival of their little one. The palace was filled with joy, the married couple basking in the happiness of their new life together. Y/n's heart swelled with love for her husband, grateful for his love and support throughout her pregnancy.

However, despite their happiness, there was always an underlying sense of danger surrounding ryomen. The king of curses was fiercely protective of his wife and their unborn child, and he made it clear that he would not hesitate to eliminate anyone who posed a threat to them. He gaze was sharp and unyielding, his power palpable as he stood guard over y/n wnd their precious baby.

Y/n, known as the queen of the palace, was a gentle and kind-hearted woman who radiated warmth and love. She was adored by all who knew her, her sweet nature and caring personality making her a beloved figure in the heian court. Ryomen, the fearsome king of curses, was utterly smitten by his wife, referring to her as his "sun" and his "queen" with a tenderness that belied his reputation.

And so, in the world of heian era, where curses and magic mingled with love and devotion, y/n and ryomen loved happily ever after, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. The queen and the king of curses, a match made in heaven, their love shining brighter than any star in the night sky, and as their child entered the world, welcomed with open arms and hearts full of love, y/n ryomen knew that they were truly blessed to have found each other in this lifetime abd the next.

[avienarthur1111]

WARNING: R16 (I guess?)

Old comic of Caine x Kinger human version cause I'm starving

Ask/request anything you want my ask box is open :]

[sxyves]

🏷️ - overwhelmed!reader. afab!reader. sub!reader. softdom!hyunjin. cockwarming.

“close your eyes baby, i’ll take care of you.” are the last words either of you say as he enters you.

you’re tired, that’d be an understatement for what you’re feeling like right now, on hyunjin’s lap, him inside of you. you were too lazy to really do anything right now, all you wanted was to feel close around him.

eyes fluttering shut as you rest your head on his shoulder, his hands caressing your back and rocking you back and forth.

“don’t worry about anything, just relax.” he whispers softly in your ear,

relax

that’s all you had to do, nothing was wrong, just you, him, and the soft taps of the rain on your guys’ roof.

coming home tired and wanting nothing but to be right next to him, you couldn’t think of anything else right now, just you and him.

“hyunjin” you mutter out quietly after a while, he responds with a small hum.

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.”

“no— i just feel like i’m being too sensitive and annoyi-”

he interrupted you,

“shhh”

“don’t be sorry for anything, i’m not upset at you, __.”

“i know, i just- felt so—”

“__, did you not just hear what i said?” he said, a little more stern now. you went silent. “i said it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about anything right now, just.. calm down, focus on yourself.”

you nod slowly, sinking into his lap again,

he was right, calm down.

[r-vera]

Trust me

Summary- Benedict has been acting weird because of an incident involving one of his muses (she attempted to sa him). Reader tried to gently coax him out of his ‘bubble’ though it was no use until she tried to touch him, earning her a jolt.

Rating- Mature (16+)

Paring- Benedict Bridgerton x female!reader

Warnings- Angst, talks of se***l assault, fluff, slight language, established relationship, happy ending (hopefully that’s all)

Words- 1,841

“Daph, may I ask you something?” you quipped quite unexpectedly. Both you and Daphne were basking in this season’s summer heat from inside Clyvedon Castle’s drawing room, enjoying a rather nice cup of tea. Daphne had decided her time being a Duchess was well-earned for now and was in desperate need of her family’s boastful laughs and silly jests—not to mention their hectic dinners—to indulge her once again. You were especially excited for her visit, not only because you had a chance to see Daph’s little bundle of joy, but because you and she were very close, even before the Duke himself. Childhood friends. You remember all those years ago when you tried to encourage her relationship with the Duke, supporting him over the charming but ‘bland’ prince. She reciprocated her feelings, knowing your deep affection for her big brother, Benedict, and desperately tried to get both of you to admit your stubborn feelings for each other. Her efforts successfully paid off, resulting in the love-bird couple getting married two weeks after their confessions.

It was almost the reason you set up a little date with your friend. Your relationship with Benedict had somehow…shifted? You didn’t want to jump to conclusions before talking with your husband; you knew he preferred some space at times, especially if an idea popped into his creative brain and he wanted to sketch or paint it out before the thought could disappear as soon as it came. But this time…this time felt off. Your first hint was waking up to a cold and empty bed, though you passed it off as a little accident from him staying up late painting (it’s usually when he feels most creative), but then those cold mornings became continuous. You felt it was best to leave it as it was, for now—not exactly avoiding the situation but analyzing it for a deeper reasoning. In the afternoon, when the family mostly had time to take a break from important activities, you would greet your husband with a simple “Hello love” or “Have a wonderful evening, Ben,” but it only resulted in brief nods and odd grunts he never let out before. It was a breaking point when he stayed out the whole evening, never coming back until early morning, only making eye contact with you for the first time at breakfast. You never wanted to jump to conclusions with him, but there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that whatever was troubling him could not be good and would only be revealed if you gently guided him to confess.

“Of course, dear sister,” she said with adoration. “What has been on your mind?” You played with the embroidery on your dress, encouraging yourself to say what had been on your mind for the past week.

“Has Benedict been acting a bit…strange around me?” You could tell your husband had no problems with his family; in fact, you noticed he’d been engaging with them more than he used to. It only added more slight hurt and suspicion to your heart, knowing the problem was most likely you. Your friend only added more salt to the wound when a poorly concealed look of guilt was etched onto her face. Shaking your head, you tried to hold back the tears that threatened to pour from your burning eyes. So it is you. You’re the reason he’s been acting this way; you're the reason he can’t so much as look you in the eye with adoration and instead, uncomfortablene-

“Now, now, I didn’t say I know the reason why he has been acting this way…just that I have noticed,” she said, placing a gloved hand on top of your fidgeting bare ones.

“Have I done something wrong, Daph? Did I disrespect him in any way? Could it be the time I accidentally took the last blueberry tart that one day? I swear I didn’t know that was the last of them!” You remembered his frustration when he found out who ate his favorite dessert that only came seasonally, but he told you it was perfectly fine, blaming himself for not getting to them fast enough. Daphne only smiled at your silly accusation; this was a serious matter, of course, but it was nice to see you deeply care for her brother and his feelings, even going as far as to think of the tiniest times something conflicting had happened between you two.

“It couldn’t possibly be because of something so little and, dare I say, pointless,” Daphne moved closer to you, grabbing both of your hands in the process. “Tell me, when was the last time he acted normal towards you?” You tried to recall, surfing past a week of old memories until focusing on a time when he told you quite happily about a new art project that consisted of a new muse he met at one of the diversified functions he (now rarely) went to. You knew where Benedict’s heart lay and had no problem with who he used for his artistic designs whatsoever, so using another woman for his professional acts never triggered you.

“Well, he was boasting to me about finding a new muse for some artwork before going to bed, and then after his first encounter with the woman, that was when he started to act strange.” Daphne hummed, understanding your words carefully.

“Now, I don’t want to worry you, but maybe his actions have something to do with this muse.” You tried to ignore the deep pang of nervousness within your chest. No. Ben is never the type of person to commit such a vile act.

“I won’t jump to conclusions, but somehow I need to talk with him.” Your dear friend only nodded in agreement.

“It is all you can do, sister. Benedict can have some trouble confessing things that do not relate to others, but with a gentle push, he’ll pour everything he’s tried to conceal out like a waterfall, so don’t try to drown.” She teased with a slight squeeze of your hands, trying to lighten the dark conversation.

.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.

It was now late evening. Most Bridgertons had called it a night, preparing for the next activities that awaited them the next day; meanwhile, you awaited your husband in your shared chambers, sitting on the foot of the bed in your cream nightgown, one of Ben’s favorites. Your husband awkwardly met with you after another time at the bar with Anthony. He stood in front of the entryway, tugging on the collar of his suit as if a hand was wrapped around his throat, stubbornly staying there. You immediately arose from your position, too nervous to say anything that would get him to abruptly leave like other times.

“Ben…” you whispered softly, unintentionally reaching out a delicate hand in the hope he’d grab it and hug you like he never had before and all would be well, but instead, you received a firm nod and a fast-paced walk toward the water closet. “Benedict!” you demanded more firmly, grabbing his hand in the process, but he instantly removed it from your grasp like it was the hottest thing in the world. Benedict stumbled back, wide-eyed with unstable breaths, heart pounding from the touch. You stood where you were, not knowing what to do. Never had he purposely removed your touch; never so quickly and with a face of horror. “What have I done?” you mumbled more to yourself.

Benedict hesitantly said your name but was quickly cut off by your pained voice. “What did you do that day in your art room with that…woman?” you cautiously crept closer to your husband, too afraid he would jerk away once again. Benedict looked as if he was on the verge of vomiting, cringing when you mentioned ‘woman.’

“N-Nothing, love.” Love. The kind and adoring word felt forced and bland coming from him. It only made you inwardly cry once more.

“Benedict, you must tell me. Whatever it is; I won’t get mad. I swear it.” It was like a wave of guilt, hurt, and resentment came crashing out of a dam he tried so desperately to hold back. His eyes were now red and irritated with tears threatening to spill. It was as if his knees had a mind of their own and felt the need to give out, and before he came crashing down, you were there to hold him and gently place yourselves on the carpeted ground. You cradled him, caressed him, gently whispered comforting nothings in his ear—anything and everything to ensure he was alright and safe.

“I-I never meant to hurt you, angel,” he croaked out through his sobs. You shook your head, almost on the verge of tears yourself.

“You can never truly hurt me, Ben; who did this to you? Was it the woman? What did she do?” you questioned wholeheartedly. Benedict cleared his throat while lifting his head to meet your eyes, your slight nod encouraging him to release the burden that had been locked up within his soul for the past week.

“She…She touched me.”

“Touched you?” you repeated, knowing exactly what he implied. You couldn’t bear the culpability to engross your body. You selfishly thought, though very little, that whatever was going on between him and the muse was…intimate, but in true reality, your husband had been assaulted. Your hold on Ben tightened, silently apologizing to his heart over and over again.

“I tried to tell her to stop…I tried to yell, scream, shout ‘stop,’ but every time the word formed in my mouth, it…it melted. I was scared, only thinking about how you would feel if I,” he paused, “if I told you what she tried to do to me. My mother knocked on the door before anything further happened, and I never felt more grateful in my entire life.” You speechlessly cradled your hands on either side of his face, connecting your heads as one.

“Don’t ever be afraid to come to me when you need help, my heart,” you soothed. “I’m sorry for trying to touch you, and I respect it if you would like more space. I’ll find a guest chamber tonight if I have to,” you said before releasing your hold from Benedict, though he grabbed one of your hands and rested it on top of his.

“There's no need. I think I’m alright now, a little jittery but okay. I need you by my side more than ever now.”

“And I’ll be there every step, Ben.” Your smile slowly turned down at the thought of that imbecile of a woman. “I will kill her even if the whole ton watches. Fuck society, fuck Whistledown,” you seethed. Benedict breathed out a chuckle at your antics.

“Though I would have loved to see that, it’s already dealt with.” You ‘awed’ in partial defeat, making your husband laugh more.

“I love you, Benedict. Never forget that,” you demanded sincerely with every nerve and fiber in your body.

“I love you. Never forget it either.”

Authors note: Hey guys! This is my very first complete oneshot and I’m pretty proud of it. It might have some flaws in there but hopefully, I can learn about them and get better. Please tell me if there are any errors or actions that don’t align with the character's personalities and I’ll fix them as soon as possible! Thank you!

Ps, I don’t really know Benedict’s feelings when sad/hurt since he’s kind of a genuine, playful, and overall comfort character in the show so hopefully I got that down but like I said please let me know if anything’s wrong with the short story!!

[jazzstarrlight]

Nuzi - Oil Sharing (short comic) 16+

⚠️Warning: vampiric intimacy I guess⚠️🧛

🧛Blood sharing (or oil sharing in this case) is an intimate act between vampires (or disassembly/solver drones) that can also strengthen both parties somewhat better than getting other sources.

Given, it's probably not that filling, it does the job for a little while I guess.

... How long is a "while"? Eh, ignore that. Lol. Enjoy the comic!

Let me know what you think!

Also, did Uzi lock the door? ... Khan is hopefully at work. ...maybe. Lol.

[illogicalvoid]

more fnaf!! Some of these i like better cause i had some interaction with em with fun people on twitter <3 I love all of them honestly, Monty was my fav for a while as you can see xD anyways please enjoy these, hope they make you happy

[yaksha-lover]

cw: vampires, blood drinking, gn but reader wears feminine clothing, making out, suggestive/implied content, 16+ please

Vil said he hated to share, but he seemed to make an exception for Rook.

The vampires caged you in, Vil in front and Rook behind. Where else would Vil be, but where you would be forced to look directly at him, to worship his every move? Rook was satisfied in the back, watching the two of you but keeping his arms around your waist. He didn’t have to be the centre of attention like Vil, but that didn’t mean Rook was willing to step aside completely.

Vil’s hand holds the back of your neck, keeping your lips locked with his. The kiss is needy and desperate; you think he’s trying to put on a performance of sorts, in front of Rook. To show him that no matter what, you’ll always be his first.

Rook is unbothered, content to hold you on his lap, hands drifting from your waist to your smoothing over the top of your stocking-covered thighs.

It was Vil’s idea to dress you up, but Rook was equally as delighted for you to play doll. They’d both agreed; white was your colour. You wondered if it was because of their vampirism; the desire to corrupt something pure, to see you as something opposite to their darkness.

That’s how you’d ended up dressed in this fancy lace. Between Vil and Rook’s resources, no expense was spared on your little outfit. The scarlet silk robe they’d given you had already come off as soon as Vil insisted you move from the couch to the bed.

Vil finally pulls away, giving you time to breathe. The reprieve doesn’t last long, as he demands Rook shift so he can have better access to your neck.

Rook moves you off his lap to sit in between your legs on the edge of the bed. Vil gently pushes your shoulders so you’re laying down.

He leans in close to your face, dropping a kiss on your cheek and whispering, “Are you alright, my dear?”

You look between Vil and Rook, both awaiting your confirmation, before nodding.

“Stop us if you need to, mon ange. I’m afraid vampires have a difficult time realizing we’re being too rough when dealing with such an adorable human.” Rook, still sitting by the edge of the bed, bends down to kiss your ankle cheekily.

“Not just adorable.” Vil says, a hint of something unidentifiable in his tone. “Someone we love. Have I ever told you that? This part…it’s different when we care.”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you reply. “Tell me more?”

“Perhaps we can save this discussion for later. I’m sorry, darling, but I feel I must have you now. Only if you feel the same, of course.”

Your cheeks flush, and you mumble an affirmation of your enthusiasm for what he desires.

Vil brings a silk pillow and uses it to prop up your head comfortably. You close your eyes as he begins to press gentle kisses along your throat.

You feel Rook settle between your legs. He turns one of them onto its side, giving him access to the inside of your thigh.

“May I taste your blood as well, MC? Two vampires biting you at once is quite the sensual experience but, of course, we will not take too much at once.”

“I’ll make sure of it,” Vil adds on.

“Please,” you breathe.

With your closed eyes, you miss the invigoration that lights their faces at your words. They return to peppering kisses onto you; Vil on your neck, Rook on your thigh.

When they can’t hold on much longer, Vil pulls away, breath hot on your skin as he mumbles into your throat: “Ready, darling?”

At your confirmation, the two place one last sweet kiss on you before they finally sink their fangs deliciously deep into your flesh.

The pain and pleasure swirl in your head - all you can think about is them. The way their fangs are nestled into you like they belong there. They hold you tightly to them, eager to feast on every part of you. There’s a sense of urgency and desperation, as though they’ll never be able to satiate the hunger that draws them into your flesh.

You writhe beneath them, unable to stop quiet breaths and moans from spilling from your parted lips. The feeling of two vampires having you at once is almost unbearable, but instead you find it utterly intoxicating.

Vil moans shamelessly against your neck, too engulfed in pleasure to be able to remain prim and proper like he always insisted on being.

Rook’s arms shift, circling around your waist from below and pulling your entire lower body closer to him as he continues to drink passionately from your thigh.

Once the pain fades, all that’s left is the rush. It washes over you like a wave, pleasure rolling down your body from where Vil feeds from your neck to where Rook drinks from your thigh.

It’s not just the physical feeling, either.

There’s a pleasure of sorts that comes purely from the thought of two beautiful men drinking your blood. Your men. Your vampires. Their voracious appetites left no doubt about their love for you.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[marked-questions]

Quickies | Coworker Logan x fem coworker reader 16+.

cw: Exhibition/public sex, praise, blowjob

You told yourself you couldn't keep doing this. Did you really believe that?

Met him through Wade, friend of a friend. And for once, Wade did his job: hooking you up with a hot asshole who could stretch you till you're full.

And that's how you got here, on your knees in a bathroom with a thick cock shoved down your throat.

His cock kept your mouth wide, taking it so well for him, you could see him throw his head back in ecstasy, groaning as he gripped your hair, pushing your head farther down.

He gripped onto the sink behind him, his veins in his hands and arms popping out; that deep groan he does making you ache.

You could've gotten caught. You knew that. But did you really care when this hot asshole had you suckin him dry every day during breaks? Fuck no.

It was hard to keep quiet with how much slop and spit trickled down your chin, watching him fuck your pretty little throat. It was addicting; that strong eye contact, the way he'd wince every time he hit the back of your throat, that slow but deep throat fucking he does, that strong grip he had on your hair, making you take him all over again.

"there you go... take it all fo' me, Princess.."

Every vein, every gush of cum he spewed into your throat, you loved the thrill of it all. Tasting it all on your tongue, that salty flavor he had, his addicting-to-look-at muscular, sweaty body, he was the epitome of a savior. And fuck, did you need one. You needed him; In the back of the storage room, night shift afterhours, bent over a table, anywhere he wanted you, you'd be there, ready to take every inch of him like a good girl.

[aurelim]

As the Ocean Lures Intro Post

As the Ocean Lures is an interactive novel about being a Merfolk. You will go on hunts, learn more about humans, and perhaps explore the land above.

As the Ocean Lures is a 16+ game with themes that may be triggering to audiences. This includes drowning, murder, death, body horror, dark humor towards death, potential transphobia, and the MC will exhibit sadistic traits with certain choices. This will be updated as the game goes on.

This game is loosely inspired by the Little Mermaid, and has taken inspiration from games like Beyond The Waves and Abysm's Veil. 

CHECK OUT THE DEMO HERE!

Everyone has heard of sirens. Mysterious humanlike beasts who use their powerful singing voice to lure sailors to their untimely death. However, the only thing modern mythology mistaked was the fact that sirens retained bird-like features rather than fish tails. 

You, on the other hand, are a Merfolk. As a Merfolk, you maintain most of the qualities often associated with mermaids and "sirens". With your family, you work to bring down sailors using your voice and abilities under the sea.

But do you actually want this fate? Is this what you want for the rest of your life? 

It was. 

At least, that was what you had always thought.

When you meet a captain who is dead set on showing you everything about the surface, you are quite literally pushed into a whole new world.  And you discover that perhaps the human world...is not as bad as you were told.

But now you have a dilemma. Will you question everything you know? Or will you remain a part of the ocean?

Customize who you are as a Merfolk, from gender, pronouns, looks and personality.

Helping your family to sink ships full of sailors (or not...)

Watch a captain drown or save them from certain death.

Maintain your relationships with your family—follow what you have been told your whole life or go against everything they have taught you.

Romance one of four characters: your best merfriend, the strange siren who assists your family on their hunts, the human captain you saved(?) or that royal who seems to love spending time by the sea...or no one since being a Merfolk is already hard as it is.

Will you live out of the sea or under the sea? The choice is yours.

Kai/Kaia (He/him or She/her): The Best Merfriend

Your best...er, merfriend. You have known them your entire life and they remain a constant in your life. K has always been interested in the surface, whether you agreed with them or not. If given an opportunity—any, really—to go on land, they would jump at the chance. Friendly and caring, K is loyal to a fault, never-ending when it comes to you and your family. But is there something underlying your friendship? Guess you'll have to find out.

Echo (They/them): The Siren

Echo is...in short terms, a mystery. They first came to your family's rescue during one of the worst hunts of your life, and has stuck around ever since.  Your mother treats them like her sixth child, though you are sure the sentiment is not reciprocated. Despite knowing Echo for almost eight months, you have yet to learn anything about them beyond their name and pronouns. It seems like they don't want to get attached to you or your family.  They are professional, keeping away from personal questions. Will you be able to break down their walls?

Louis/Eloise (He/him or She/her): The Royal

You don't know much about them, besides knowing they are the heir to the throne of Oceanic. They can sometimes be found standing by the ocean on their private beach, eyes closed as if they are in another world. They address the world with such maturity, garnering them fans across the kingdom. And it certainly helps that they are attractive. Many look forward to the day they take the throne from their father.

Anthony/Anne Maddox (He/him or She/her): The Captain

The captain who you (or someone else) saved from certain death. They once claimed mermaids existed, which brought a reputation that preceded them.  To prove it, they recruited a group of sailors to join them. The day they sailed out was the day you found them, the only survivor. A has a knack for getting into trouble, as well as a sense for adventure. Now knowing you exist, they want to show you the human world. Will you let them?

[alixezae]

[ SMAU ] RANDOM ! in which reader and sukuna texts each other as a couple

╰┈➤ ୨୧˚ cw; cringe , slight smut , crack, fluff

୨୧˚ incl; sukuna ryomen & reader

likes and reblogs are appreciated !

[sxyves]

ugh i need him to rail me so bad rn like im imagining the way he would “accidentally” buck his hips into you while cockwarming after saying he wouldn’t do anything, just a friendly little cockwarming. or the way he would wipe your tears with his thumb while you suck him off, lifting up your chin to look at your tear stained eyes, “my pretty girl.. you look so good crying over my cock like this”

fuck i’m going insane

[mtchee]

[IMAGINE] Toxic! Popular Girl has a Soft Spot for You | GN

cw: not edited, second-person-pov, original character x you, has a soft spot for you, toxic tendencies, possessive, fluff??, gn reader, mentions of having hair, blackmail material, lowkey yandere, 16+ suggestiveness particularly at the end

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Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, being the college's prized jewel. Standing just below 5'6, though a proud 5'7 with her highest heels, she's the apple of everyone's eye.

Kind to the teachers, to whom she offers assistance when she can, and friendly to all she meets--no one really pays attention to what happens when you get on her bad side. Everyone knows that if she doesn't like you, you're shunned, but no one talks about that.

Mina stays on top of her studies, her fashion degree flaunted left and right as her name is plastered on college advertisement's and company billboards as the next promising hot and top designer. In her spare time, when she's not mingling with her gossipy, giggly friends, she trains in the college volleyball team. As a matter of fact, she designed their uniforms too!

Her parents are Japanese, but Mina was born here. She would be the perfect model: long legs, thin arms, an overall slim build with the prettiest curve in her waist, her black hair cascades to her mid back, ending in a clean cut with two blonde highlights in her fringe that frame her perfectly pretty face.

Her eyes are rounded, irises almost as dark as ink, though they glimmer in just the right light. Her face is small, but her lips are cute and plump, as is her button nose and her naturally rosy cheeks.

She can make anything she wears look good, always on top of the latest trends and constantly in the know how.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai finally spotting you in the middle of your second year. She's just ditched two of her bimbos since they thought it would be funny to ghost her posts on insta, and the rest of her posse were floundering about elsewhere.

You've been sharing an elective for the past semester, but you've never really cared to know your peers.

You're there for your degree, nothing more.

Mina tilts her head as she looks at you, plump lips glossed and pursed while her thin eyebrows slip into a delicate frown. She doesn't remember ever talking to you.

Imagine mean! popular girl Mina Umai standing in front of where your sitting, clearing her throat and smiling with pristine white teeth. Her round eyes become crescent moons, and she introduces herself with a flourish.

"Hi! Oh my gosh, I don't think we've really talked before--are you new here? I'm Mina."

She holds a hand out to shake yours, and awaits patiently for you to take it. She makes a passing comment on how your hair looks a little greasy, and asks if you know how to take care of yourself right.

Behind her pretty smile, she inwardly scoffs when you grimace, and her eyes twinkle when you flinch and swipe your hand away before it makes contact with hers, as though disgusted.

"Yeah... pleasure to meet you." Your sardonic tone ices her.

How dare you.

She's gone out of her way to grace you with her presence only for an ungrateful little thing like you to act as though she's a disturbance.

She is an idol compared to you.

And she's not the only one who agrees.

Your obvious distaste is noticed by those around you, and grumblings are soon to pick up. A few snickers here and there have you glancing around, and the number of eyes on you have you immediately uneased.

Your mind blanks momentarily, and then your stomach drops.

Oh, she's THE Mina Umai. A few of your friends had told you about her. Even if you're not really friends with her, it's better to be on her good side if you want a decent uni life.

"Um, y-yeah! Pleasure to meet you..!" You correct yourself, scrambling from your seat and shaking her hand. You bow at the waist as you do so--you remember reading about Japanese customs, and that was kind of like a respect thing or something, right?

You duck your head at the prevailing whispers, cheeks burning at a few resounding laughs from nosy onlookers.

Imagine, you've kept on the downlow since your run in with Mina, though it seems your name has already been spread.

You've been borderline outcast from your club, and you get dirty looks from the people in your dorms. You've had a couple scrap papers thrown at you, and someone once spilled an energy drink on you in the courtyard.

Your friends have slowly started avoiding you, and only two of your closest keep in contact, though it's still scarce. They explained to you though, and you kind of understand, knowing that if they're seen too around you too actively, they'll get dragged into the wrong kind of attention too.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, watching you more closely. When you spot her staring you duck your head and slink into the background.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, thinking to herself after watching you across the library one day, a pensive pout on her bunny pink lips before she turns to her friends and whispers to them.

"Hey, they're kind of cute, right? Go a little softer on them, I want that one."

Imagine Mina Umai plopping herself beside you one day in the study hall, plaited skirt riding up her thighs and she huffs dramatically when you flinch. Wide eyed, you bow your head and scramble to pick up your stuff--she must have wanted this table. Was this her designated table? Either way, she wanted you to move so--

"You don't have to be so shy, you know."

Her light-hearted tone doesn't match the expectant look in her pretty round eyes, and despite the glitter on her eyelids and the childish purse of her lips, you can't help but feel intimidated.

Imagine, from that day on, toxic! popular girl Mina Umai had adopted you as her new best friend. People would still whisper, though no one would mess with you anymore. Her main clique reluctantly accept you as one of their own. They're decent enough when Mina is around, otherwise they side eye and ignore you for the most part.

Your friends full on avoid you now, except for your two closest, though you seldom interact with each other anymore.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai whining and pouting each time you shakily decline her party invites. "It's just not really my scene," you've explained. She keeps trying though.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai immediately dropping two babbling girls from her posse after catching them tweeting shit about you. She scoffs and laughs ever so sweetly at their shocked expressions, all wide eyed and mouths agape.

She goes on to humiliate them in front of the dorms, berating them for their tactless behaviour and going on about how jealous they are that she's claimed you as her best friend. She nitpicks at their appearances, eyes glistening with false tears of frustration as she explains how she was always so nice and just trying to do them favours by letting them hang around her since they always did look tacky without her help.

And everyone coos reassurances to Mina as she fans her face, drying her tears with her head tilted up so it doesn't ruin her mascara. She sniffles, thanking everyone tearfully before hooking her arm around yours and leaning into you with a lip jutted out, murmuring softly how she'd love it if you'd skip your next class to get some comfort food with her.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai continuously ditching her posse the moment she sees you; bored eyes with a plastic smile brightening when she spots you, and she rushes over to you with a giddy wave and a squeal.

Imagine toxic! popular girl Mina Umai warding off boys, girls and everyone in-between who approach you for your number.

"Puh-lease! That girl was being so fake. Mhm~ What? Couldn't you tell? Oh my god, she was actually mocking you--I was not going to let that happen."

"Gross, he was so full of it! Babe, don't listen to him, guys only think with their dicks, trust me. Boys like that try to talk to me all the time--I've learned how to pick them out. Besides, I think he has herpes. Duh! Didn't you hear?"

"Bestie. What did I tell youuu? C'mon, have a little faith in me next tiiime! I literally called it--they're such a little creep!"

"Ugh, I get that you're somewhat conventionally attractive or whatever, but you get so many weirdos talking to you. Is that what you're into? No? Oh, thank god. Don't worry, it's a good thing you have me here."

Imagine toxic! popular girl inviting all of her friends to a big sleepover on the first weekend of the college break at her house. She told you to show up on the Sunday, and so you rock up at her place with a backpack full of your overnight stuff.

Mina's house belongs to her parents, but they've travelled back to Japan for their family, and Mina insisted on staying under the pretense of doing some extra holiday study.

Her place is grand--minimalistic with a touch of traditional Japan. It's obvious that she's loaded.

When Mina opens the door to your hesitant knock, she beams before her features slip into a confused frown.

"What are you doing here?"

You look just as confused, and you shift on your feet awkwardly, "Um, the sleepover...?"

She blinks her big, black eyes at you before gasping, leaning forwards at the waist to grab your arm at her revelation, "I meant next Sunday, silly!"

Your face flushes in humiliation, and you duck your head, stepping back with a quick apology. Mina laughs, all sweet and carefree.

"God, you're so stupid sometimes. Don't just stand there! C'mon, you're here already, you may as well stay." She ends that with an exhasperated sigh before giggling, pulling you inside the door.

Unbeknownst to you, Mina hadn't planned a big sleepover with all her friends. She lied so she could have you all to herself for a weekend!

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, letting you drop your things in the livingroom for the time being before leading you to the kitchen and opening her fridge. She pulls out a tray of pretty pink cocktails with salt around the rim, a strawberry cut and stuck on the edge of each glass.

She places it on the marble island countertop before setting out various pre-prepared platters of snacks: fresh fruits, chips, veggie sticks and dips, crackers, and candy--most of which happen to be your favourites.

You're too busy gawking at the set up to question why she had this all prepared a week in advance. She giggles and tells you to help yourself.

Imagine listening to all of toxic! popular girl Mina Umai's gossiping while you guys snack around her kitchen bench. She's gasping and motioning, pulling out all the stops in her dramatic story telling.

Even though you know that some of what she says is bullshit, you have to admit, she's got a way of keeping you engaged.

Imagine staying up late watching a bunch of cliche movies with toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, while you do each other's skincare. From her skincare minifridge in her on bathroom ensuite, she carries down her plethora of serums and creams and cleansers and masks.

While the TV plays on in the background, you sit still with a thumping heart as the unfairly gorgeous girl pokes and prods at your face.

"Your nose is too oily," she grimaces, thumbing at the light sheen that spread onto her forefinger, "but your cheeks are suuuper dry. Do you even moisturise?"

You do.

Your shoulders sag in embarrassment, but she pays no care to your shame while she continues her critique.

"Your neck is like, two toned. You need to fix that. Your eyebags too."

Mina basically straddles you on her livingroom floor, your back leant against the couch with all her expensive and unnecessary products scattered around you.

She's indifferent while she gently wipes at your skin with a toner pad, having already forced you through a foaming cleanser. Her small breasts press against your chest, and she's basically breathing against your lips while she carefully applies what she deems to be a suitable moisturiser for your skin.

You silently panic at her proximity, blood rushing in your ears while her lithe hands sensually massage down your neck with some sort of vitamin serum.

You miss the knowing glint in her eyes when you sigh a little too loudly at the feeling of her tracing your cheeks, and you're even oblivious to the smug grin that tugs on her plump lips when you stiffen under her.

Imagine pretending to empathise with toxic! popular girl Mina Umai's rich, popular girl proplems after you've settled into her room for the night.

You've both dressed into your pyjamas, bellies full and all ready for bed even though you're sure you won't really be getting much sleep.

Mina leans against the backboard of her bedazzled canopy bed, your head resting on her perfect thighs while she plays with your hair.

You nod every now and then with furrowed brows while she sniffles and sobs about her most trivial life problems.

Her pretty features are curved into a bratty pout, eyes glistening with unshed tears of frustration as she talks while gently massaging your scalp.

"You're the only one who really gets me, you know? Everyone else always ends up leaving me... they're all just so--so fake!"

Imagine waking up the following morning with jelly legs and your neck littered in the prettiest love marks you've ever seen. Glittery lip gloss has dried on parts of your skin from the prior night's messy, wet kisses.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, cooing at you condescendingly on the other side of the bed, coaxing you awake with debaucherous whispers of the activities that occurred before you slept.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, having taken pictures and photos of you both during and after last night, teasing you and pretending to contemplate uploading them for the world to see.

"Oh my god!" She gasps in feigned shock before laughing at your fearful expression, "you're such a cute little slut!"

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai continuing to dote on you like you're hopeless, especially after that sleepover. She keeps you tagging along in her antics, clinging to your side and kissing all over you in public.

It's humiliating and uncomfortable. But no one says anything anyway.

She spoils you with her money, making sure you keep on top of the latest trends and hottest clothes so that you look decent standing beside her.

Imagine toxic! popular girl, Mina Umai, falling in obsession love with you and keeping those photos and videos in a hidden, locked folder on her phone only for her eyes to ever see.

[olivia-blogs-stuff]

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[dehydrated-turtle]

Theres a First Time For Everything

//warnings// 16+, nsfw, mdni

//contents// Jason Todd x transmasc!reader, transmasc reader, robin!jason, underage?? (its not where i am), vaginal sex

//synopsis// First time invited over for dinner and a movie at Wayne Manor by your boyfriend, Jason Todd. - wc: 3.2k

//on ao3//

Being sophomores in highschool, you find it a wee bit odd that you’ve never seen the inside of your boyfriend, Jason’s house. You’d think by now he would’ve invited you over for a sleepover or maybe just dinner. You think maybe he’s just scared of what you’d think of him afterwards because he does live in Wayne Manor. But you know this and don’t look at him any different so what’s he hiding? 

One fateful day however, he actually asks you over for dinner and a movie, he says he has a private theatre at the manor so no need to get dressed up all fancy. He offered to actually have you sleep over and the whole deal, he was super ecstatic about it, almost giddy. What changed? 

Now you’re packing an overnight bag with Jason waiting on your bed, on his phone. He says that Alfred is going to pick you both up and take you to the manor, whoever that is. He seems so chipper about all of this, practically jumping off your bed once you declare you’re done. He rushes you down to and out of your front door by pulling your arm, down the steps and into the ridiculous limousine–apparently–waiting for you and Jay. 

“Hey, Alfie! How ya been??” 

“Very well, sir. Not any different since I last saw you merely 3 hours ago.” The old british man said before putting the car into gear. 

“I am so happy Bruce gave me the OK to actually bring you over!! Also one more thing but I’d rather show you than tell you.” He remarks while smiling ear to ear. 

“What’s got you all excited?” 

“You’ll see.” 

It doesn't take long before you’re pulling into a long and winding driveway which you can only assume is for Wayne Manor. It gets very suddenly eerie like you just entered an actual Tim Burton film. The trees scattered along the property look quite old and twisted. Although it looks cold, somehow it seems welcoming. You see the warm lights coming from inside the manor as you pull up to the front steps and get ever so nervous as you realize that you’re ‘meeting the parents’ for the first time. But like he read your mind, Jason put his hand on your thigh and rubbed little circles with his thumb to calm you down. You looked up at him and his reassuring eyes met yours with a tender smile. 

“Trust me, he’ll love you.” 

You do trust him, with your whole heart, so you take a deep breath and just smile back and nod. 

The car comes to a smooth halt–Alfred’s a good driver c’mon–and you start to gather your things back up to get out. You were about to reach for the door handle when you saw Alfred at the window, pulling open for you. You step out of the vehicle with your overnight bag in hand, looking up at the enormous castle-like building that towers over any of the hundred year old trees around it. Jason came around to your side and grabbed your free hand and squeezed it three times before leading you up the steps and through the intimidating wooden doors. 

On the other side of the oak, stood a tall and handsome man that anyone in Gotham could recognize in an instant as Bruce Wayne. For a billionaire, he sure looked quite humble and sweet with a charmingly warm smile as he offered his hand out to shake. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” he remarks as he shakes your hand gently but with intention and a firm grip nonetheless. 

“Uh.. ditto.” You mutter out, starstruck and at a complete loss for words. 

“I’ll get Alfred to take your bag up for you.” he smiles, yet again. 

“Oh no, it’s fine I can take it, really it’s no problem.” 

“Ok well you and Jason go get ready for dinner, shouldn’t be long.” 

Jay took your hand again and dragged you through the long and seemingly unending hallways that were shining with gold detailing and picture frames of family. It was all so beautiful, you had no clue why you hadn’t been invited before. You come to a halt at a door which you assume is Jason’s room as he opens it revealing a very tidy bedroom. Everything was put away and clean but it was clear that it was his room due to the posters on the wall, stacked bookshelf with all of his favourite books, bedsheets that didn’t match the decor like the rest of the guest rooms they past, and of course Jason’s schoolwork spread out on his desk. You drop your bag on the floor next to his bed while he rushed by you to flop on top of it with a heaving sigh. You laugh at him before he pats the bed, beckoning you to join him. You jump up with him and snuggle into his chest while just resting above the covers. 

“So, why did it take so long to get me here?” 

“Oh, B was scared that you’d find out about his ‘demons in the basement’” 

“Isn’t it ‘skeletons in the closet’? And what changed?” 

“No, B quite literally has demons in the basement. Well, maybe more like bats. And, he finally gave me the ok to show you them.” 

“What the fuck does that mean?” you remark with a chuckle, looking up at him now. 

“Maybe we should wait until after dinner, I hear Alfie coming.” 

Just on queue, “Good ear, sir. Dinner is being served in the main dining hall, gentlemen.” 

You both rush behind Alfred, almost stepping on his heels, eager for dinner made by the man, the myth, the legend himself. Jason has always bragged to you about Alfie’s cooking and baking skills, now you get to see them for yourself. He opens the doors to the dining room and you spot Bruce sitting, ready to eat already. 

“Sit across the table from me ok?” Jason said as he saw how you were scanning the room. 

“Ok.” the room itself was beautiful, the same gold trim as the rest of the house but the seats had a deep blue velvet finish to them that perfectly matched the tablecloth with more of the gold accents. The warm light coming from the chandelier and the candles set along the tremendously long table along with Bruce’s signature smile were all so welcoming. You pulled out the chair to the left of Bruce who sat at the head of the table while Jason took his seat to his right, across from you. Almost immediately after you were seated, a couple of people wearing uniforms came out of what had to be the kitchen with dishes with silver lids on top of them. They had placed one in front of each of you then proceeded to lift the lid. A puff of steam came out of each of them, followed by an intoxicating smell, a cocktail of spices and fantastical scents. What appeared from under the steam was a perfectly cooked steak with a side of green beans and butternut squash. 

“Anything else, Master Bruce?” 

“Uh, maybe some soda for the tykes?” 

“No problem, sir.” 

Dinner goes by quickly, with the amazingly cooked food and the smooth and easy chatter it was tremendously more enjoyable than it was nerve racking. Your nerves were also settled by the soft eyes of your boyfriend reassuring you from across the table and the touching of your shoes together underneath it. As soon as you took your last bites, Bruce threw his napkin onto the table. 

“Alright, I promised Jaylad that I’d show you something real special.” You just looked at him confused then over to Jason who was almost jumping for joy. “C’mon, follow me to the batcave.” 

“Batcave?” you asked but no one responded as you followed Bruce across the manor to an unsuspicious looking grandfather clock. Bruce opened the glass window and turned the hands to 10:48 which made a small click within it. He then pulled it out of the wall, it acted as a door which led to a dark and cold stone staircase. You held Jason’s hand as he practically dragged you down the narrow and steep steps. You quickly came to a very, very, very large cave with so much stuff it was hard to take in all at once. One of the first things that actually processed through your brain was the costumes on the wall, Batman and Robin. “What is this?” you say, utterly confused. 

“The batcave.” Bruce replies. “I’m Batman, Jason here is Robin. I thought it was finally time that you should know, Jason goes on about your forever, only thought it right. Plus he begged me for an hour.” 

You went straight back to your starstruck state as you looked around the cave, trying so hard not to touch anything. All this was very hard to take in but the excitement trumped the worry while you and Jason just blabbed on about things that started to make sense. Bruce had left to do god knows what but really just to leave you two alone. 

“Wanna go get ready to watch a movie?” he asked once the tour of the cave was over. 

“Sure!” 

Jason took your hand again and led you back out of the cave. He really loves to hold your hand, just to know you’re there, following him, making sure you’re safe. The two of you travel to the other side of the manor, swinging your hands between you as you walk. He squeezed your hand three times and looked into your eyes with just pure happiness, his secret is out. One that he didn’t want to keep. He’s ecstatic. 

You get back to Jason’s room, you both change into some comfies, you in one of Jason’s stolen hoodies and some pj shorts, and Jason in an ironic batman tee shirt given what just happened and pj pants. After a quick pit stop in the kitchen for snacks you head to the theatre which is near the back of the manor. 

You go straight to the front of the theatre, the best spots in the house with your arms full of snacks. You sit down beside Jason and lay out all the snacks on your laps. The two of you collected popcorn, swedish berries, fuzzy peaches, doritos (original and sweet chilli heat), root beer, coke, and some maltesers, a nice big box of them along with two blankets. 

“Alright, what movie do you wanna watch? We have literally everything, not kidding.” 

“Ooh, how about Back to the Future?” 

“YES!! Alright I’ll put it on.” 

He grabs the remote on the armrest next to him and turns on the projector at the back of the room. He turns on the movie and while the opening credits start to play, you pull your blanket over you and open your drink. 

The movie continues to play, you both laugh and yell at Marty for doing dumb shit. A while into the film, Jason reaches for your hand on the arm rest between you and takes it up to his face and kisses the back of your palm. You look over at him in wonder but he just gives you a radiating smile. He then leans in for a proper kiss which you reciprocate passionately. He places his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. After the kiss breaks, he places a soft but obviously needy kiss on your jawline and more along your neck, leaving a trail of slight hickies behind. A moan escapes your lips, small and wispy but he still heard it and felt it from the vibrations of your neck against his lips. His hand starts to wander down your body, resting on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb which makes you unbearably wet very suddenly. 

“Jay…” You whisper against his hair, so low that only he could hear it even if there were people in the theatre. Just then Jason snaps his head up abruptly. 

“Is this going somewhere?” He asks, like he was genuinely curious.

“Um, I hope so?” 

“Perfect. Then we’d better get out of here, not so sure Bruce is keen on having our bodily fluids in the theatre, he does come here often. C’mon, let's clean up and take this to my room.” 

So you do just that, pack up all the snacks and blankets and quite literally run back to Jason’s room. Laughter filling the halls the whole way across the manor. What must Bruce think of these hooligans? 

You rush into his room and look around cluelessly for a place to put the ridiculous amount of shit you have carefully balanced in your arms. 

“Just drop it on my desk.” Jason pants out while shutting the door with his foot as his hands are also full. “There’s nothing important there anyway.” 

He comes up beside you and drops his armful down beside yours before looking up into your eyes with the kindest smile you’ve ever seen a human bear. He leans in hesitantly with his eyes half lidded, looking at your lips before connecting them to his in a soft kiss. He let a gentle moan leave his lips, almost a whimper and barely audible but just enough for your boxers to be soiled. You both make your way to the bed, shuffling and trying not to break the kiss as you do so. 

It all started to happen so fast, dropping pants, pulling off shirts, getting onto the bed, kissing, kissing, and more kissing. Jason offered to take your binder off if you were comfortable with it, you said yes as you aren’t uncomfortable with what you have and don’t really mind your boobs, they just get in the way. So, he pulls off your binder and throws it on the floor and just ogles at your naked figure for a short second, making you blush. He starts to trail kisses from your collar bone, down your sternum, all the way to your pelvic bone where he places a singular kiss while looking up at you with those puppy dog midnight blue eyes, shining against the silver light of the moon coming in from the window. He places another small peck on the crook of your thigh while his fingers wander gently along the skin of your other thigh, teasing you. 

“You know… I’ve never done this before.” He remarks, hesitantly. 

“This being…?” 

“Sex.” 

“So I’m your first?” 

“Yup.” 

“Honestly, that’s kinda hOT-” you yell out as Jason takes your clit into his mouth and starts to swirl his tongue, not at an insane pace but just enough to be surprising. He snakes his arms under your legs to get a hold of your waist, keeping you in place while he works your cunt. Your moans get louder as he starts to go faster. 

“You sure you’ve never done this before?” 

“I’ve watched a lot of porn.” he replies, out of breath but nevertheless goes straight back into it as soon as he finishes his sentence, before you could even laugh at him. He thrusts his tongue into your hole and curls it up repeatedly making your back arch and throw your head against the thousand pillows holding you up. You look down at him to see his eyes are on you, loving and gentle, a beautiful juxtaposition to his ravenous actions. You run your fingers through his raven hair which used to be perfectly placed, now dishevelled. Honestly, you think it looks better like this. 

You feel one of his hands remove itself from its place on your hip, you feel it prod at your folds, teasingly before being pushed in further. He makes sure to go very slowly, drawing it out as long as he can before pumping them ever so gently, curling them up into the sweet spot. He moans against your clit making you whimper at the sensation of the vibrations that are sent through your body, tingling down to your fingertips but resonate in the pit of your stomach, you can feel it bubbling and boiling over. 

“Jay… I-I’m gonna cu-um, fuck…” You mutter out and the hand in his hair starts to push him down further. 

Hearing your words, his tongue flicks on your clit harder and faster, same for the fingers buried deep in your cunt, almost reaching your cervix. His free hand massages your hip and upper thigh in an effort to sooth you while you start to shake and your muscles tense. He can feel you clenching around his fingers as you moan his name along with a river of profanities, cumming for him. 

“Such a good boy for me.” he says, kissing your inner thigh before resting his head on it and looks up at you lovingly with a soft smile while you pant, coming down from your high and sweat drips from your forehead making your hair stick to it. 

After a while of just sweet nothings, Jason slithered his way up to face you and whisper even more sweet nothings in your ear that just made you wetter. You could feel his tip leaving a trail of wet along your thigh as it drags against the skin. 

“Jay… I need you. Please?” 

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He sits up between your legs, pumping his length a couple of times before lining up to your lips and pushing in slowly but surely. He makes sure that you are comfortable, making sure you can take it. His dick was very much on the large side for what you would think a teenage boy would have, and yet he stretches you out so good. His fingers trace along your skin so gently as he starts to pump, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You moan out his name, begging for more. Your legs wrap around his waist, forcing him to go deeper, if that’s even possible. 

The sounds of skin and heavy moans coat the walls of the room, making the air heavy and damp but electric. The smell of sex and sweat filled both of your noses and swirled in your head making you drunk on it. It was all so exciting and beautifully messy. Beautifully human. Jason buries his face into the crook of your neck, whimpering against the flesh making it hot with his breath. You could feel his dick twitch inside you as you run your fingers through his hair and play with it carelessly but gentle. He leaves bruising kisses where he rests his head. His hips stutter ever so slightly before he whispers into your flesh that he’s going to cum. 

“Please don’t pull out… I’m on birth control, it’ll be fine.” 

All he said in response was a whimper and a final thrust of his hips, pouring his white rivers into your canal. Pouring his heart out into you. He collapses on top of you with a huff and a gentle laugh. He squeezes your body so tightly that you fear you can’t breathe but nonetheless you laugh with him, kissing the top of his head. 

“Hm, I think I love you…” he whispers.

[kykyonthemoon]

Lady Cat

Returning from his long trip, Rafayel found his lady cat waiting at home.

ಇ. Rafayel x Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags: 16+, MDNI, suggestive themes, touching, biting, marking, fluff, domestic fluff, teasing, established relatioship, MC being dominant

ಇ. Word count: ~1k4

ಇ. Requested by Nguyễn Nguyệt

Inspired by the Toodles Galore makeup trend on Tik Tok.

ಇ. Masterlist

When Rafayel arrived home, it was dusk. The long, boring flight made him tired. But the first thing he looked for when walking through the door was you.

He could feel your presence in the studio. Maybe it was the result of your profound connection, or maybe he just happened to see your shoes on the rack. He chose not to call you immediately away in order to surprise you with something pleasant.

Rafayel searched all around the studio but could not find you. He entered the living room and then the kitchen. Even in the garden and yard, where the aroma of the sea lingered, there was no trace of you. Then he heard a loud "meow" coming from his bedroom.

Rafayel's heart began to pound as if an electric charge had run through his body, and he became highly conscious of everything that could go wrong in his home. A creature named cat must have infiltrated his home! It must be in the bedroom that very moment, and it had already harmed his beloved with its sharp claws and innocent face! Just thinking about it made Rafayel uneasy. He raced to the bedroom, determined to get that monster out, no matter how terrified he was of it.

“Don't worry, Miss Bodyguard! I'm here to save you!”

Rafayel used his foot to kick open the door. His eyes darted about in search of the meowing creature, but what drew his full attention was the figure of a girl seated on the bench at the end of the bed.

Your body was draped in a light purple velvet cloak that was purposefully dropping onto the bench, displaying your lovely face. You wore makeup, which was distinct from your usual basic look. Your hair was tied up high and arranged into a bow on your head, with a few curls obscuring your face. Another actual bow hung around your neck, this one made of silk in the same color as the cloak. A thin white dress embraced your body and honored all of your features. You also donned chiffon gloves and rested your hands on your crossed bare legs. Your crimson lips smiled when you saw him.

"Hello, Rafayel~" Your fingers were lifted, as if to draw him towards you. Rafayel became astonished and stunned. He stood petrified at the door, unable to comprehend what was happening in front of him.

"Rafayel?"

You called his name again. The truth was that recently, there had been a trend online of dressing up as a famous animated cat, Toodles Galore. You were going to give Rafayel a surprise after his two-week business trip abroad. Seeing you again in this style, looking like the animal which he feared the most, you were so nervous waiting for his reaction.

However, as you noticed him stiffen there, you wondered if this was too much.

You began to feel a little humiliated. Rafayel clearly did not like you in this way. The dress was too short? Too thin? The makeup was too flashy? You were not sure which one, but you definitely gave him a shock.

In a haste you stood up and pulled down your dress in the hope that it would cover your exposed thighs, but it did not do much. Rafayel continued to gaze at you without a word. You went slowly towards the door, wanting nothing more but to disregard the embarrassed feeling and change back to your casual attire.

Seeing your movement, Rafayel quickly blocked the door.

“Where are you going?”

With one hand behind his back, Rafayel quickly slammed the bedroom door shut. You even heard a light "click" sound. His eyes looked at you, dark, as if he was displeased.

"You must not go. I have to check carefully if you've been turned into one of those monsters..." He said while staring at you.

“Monsters?” You laughed. “You mean the cats? Actually… I dressed like this to surprise you…”

Rafayel looked at you with great concern. For a long moment. Eventually, he asked:

“So that meow just now was yours?”

You gave a modest nod. Your face was ruby, and the blush only made it more obvious.

“Do that again.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at Rafayel. He repeated: “Meow again. For me."

You cleared your throat. You barely dared to look at him once before lifting one hand to mimic the cat's move.

“M-Meooow?…”

Immediately, Rafayel took a step back. He clutched his face with his hands. You caught his ears turning crimson, his voice trembling:

“Enough… That's enough…”

A smug, somewhat devilish appeared on your lips. A reaction like that was worth the few hours you had spent applying cosmetics!

"Rafayel." You called his name in such a vicious manner. "Meow. Meoooooow!!!" You continued to move towards him barefoot, while he backed away in panic, until he was cornered and could only collapse into the bench at the end of the bed where you were sitting just a moment ago.

"If I were a real cat, would you fear or despise me? Would you not look at me again?"

Rafayel's fingers separated slightly, revealing two perplexed eyes. You laughed and were ready to pull his hand down to look at his gorgeous blushing face when he took a step faster.

He took your wrist and brought you into his arms. Cradling. His hand tightened around your back, beginning with a soft touch and growing more intense. Warm fingers stroked your bare back, searing. Then they gradually slid down the spine to the waist, where he clutched and pressed your body  a little closer to his. He gave you no choice but to sit entirely on his lap.

"Rafayel…" You called for him in surprise. "Don't you resent cats the most? "Why are you holding me so tightly now?"

Rafayel did not respond. His expression was one of discomfort and sulking. He pressed his face into your neck, inhaled your scent. A little second later, you felt his sharp fangs softly biting into your neck.

He bit the light violet bow you were wearing, gnawed it for a while and made it come off completely. Freed from the silk fabric, your neck was exposed to him, and without waiting for an invitation, he immediately devoured it with long, wet kisses.

“R-Rafayel!” You were caught off guard by this attack; it was both tickled and embarrassed. With your hands on his chest, you attempted to push him away but were helpless.

Rafayel's lips left you with brilliant traces on the neck.

“I hate cats…” Rafayel said, his breathing somewhat rough. “But this beautiful lady cat in front of me... I couldn’t help it…”

“Hmm…” Your eyes blinked. “You couldn’t help it... Then you shall become a fish offered to a cat's mouth!”

You saw it clearly, his face was as fiery as the setting sun outside the window. Rafayel bowed slightly. You followed his gaze and noticed the violet silk that he had just removed from your neck, now trapped between the two of you.

You grasped it, delicately wrapping it around your fingers. Rafayel raised your chin, forcing you to stare directly into his eyes, while his other hand rested on your hip, holding you in a sitting posture on top of him. He frowned:

“So what do you think, my lovely lady cat? Do you want to try the taste of this fishie?"

Your face burnt. You leaned near Rafayel and tied the violet fabric across his eyes.

"Of course I... do."

Not being able to see you, Rafayel seemed upset. He kept touching you, and you joyfully clutched his chin, which astonished him. You gently bit his lip.

"Ouch." Rafayel growled, but his split lips inclined farther towards you, indicating that he was enjoying this little game.

“Be still.” You spoke quietly. “Now you are a fish in my hand.”

Rafayel breathed heavily as you leaned down to bite his neck. This bite was revenge for the marks he had left on you earlier.

You caught Rafayel grunting as his body fought beneath yours, then you stopped him with a deep kiss.

It was about time for you to taste the sweetness this fish had to offer.