#And with this- I'm finally on the brink of insanity

[i-secretly-wanna-kms]

Okay now imagine this-

You were five when you first met Inumaki. Poor you couldn't understand why he was so quiet in the sandbox area so you decided to take matters into your own hands, going up to him excitedly to intrude his personal space.

"Hwi... I saw you were alone- but don't worry because I'm going to be your friend from now on!"

"...."

You thought he didn't hear you so you tapped his shoulder to get his attention and repeated yourself.

"Uhm... Do you maybe wanna play with me?"

He did look at you with his big eyes, a small tilt of his head. But you got no response. You were disappointed to say the least, but a sudden thought came to your mind- 'What if he can't hear people?'. So you tried your best to sign him that you two could play together.

"...."

No response. You were getting upset until you saw little inumaki picking up a stick nearby and writing something on the sand.

'I am sorry'

The smile on your face appeared at the speed of light.

"It's okay- mother told me that forgiving people is kindness, and I am kind." Your voice held a sense of pride for mentioning your qualities. You saw him writing again.

'Do you want to be friends?'

"Of course! I would love to"

You reached out a hand towards him.

"I'm (y/n) and your name?"

'Inumaki'

"And your first name?"

'Toge'

"Can I ask you something, Toge?"

With his small nod you went ahead with your question. You pointed towards his face.

"What's that mark at the corner of your lips?"

He looked taken aback, pointing to his mark before beginning to write again.

'Cursed speech'

You mouthed an 'oh'.

"Mother told me about that- in stories where they defeated the bad monsters... Are you one who protects non jujutshu sorsherors...?"

He nodded and you beamed, crouching down beside him to play in the sandbox with him.

Even to this day, you've been a victim to Toge's teasing for your speech in your younger days. And you always came up with the same response- 'At least I could speak, couldn't I?' before getting pinned down on the couch by him and feeling his hands tickling your sides as you laugh out loud, kicking your feet and begging him to stop followed with a series of 'I'm sorryyy' between your gasps.

[nochepsicodelica]

Mornings with the clingy bear (Toji my beloved <3) when he wakes up before you, but there's no agenda for the day so he just gets to watch you sleep until you wake up on your own. Despite how much he dislikes when you sleep in without him, being able to admire your peaceful, sleeping features makes up for it. Who would ever assume that this sleeping princess could be capable of wreaking so much havoc, but also be the one screaming mayday? He swears you'll give him a heart attack one day. He's too old for your insanity, but god, he wouldn't ask you to change a thing and he's not dying to get away from you. Quite the opposite, actually. The closer you are, the better.

He was careful not to move too fast, to not wake you up as he traced your dormant features. Green eyes roamed over your lips, your cheeks, your nose and your eyes. He had to fight the urge to not roughly drag you closer towards him and squeeze the life out of you.

Your eyebrows pinch and your nose scrunches, your eyes still shut. "Ugh, it's like you're pointing a laser at my forehead," you croak, pulling the blanket up to cover your face. You're stirring under the blanket, on the brink of waking up. If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his tail would be thumping against the bed <3

You throw the blanket off your head, a lazy smile on your face that heavily contrasted your tone from a couple minutes ago. His attention causes you to giggle. He's so focused on you, it's hard not to laugh.

Finally, you're awake so he can pull you closer. You're already touching, but you're not wedged together and that's exactly what he needs in this moment.

"What's that giggle about? Huh?" He asks, pulling your body right up against his. His nose pokes your cheek, his lips resting on the space just below it, luring another laugh from you.

"You woke me up, like you always do, Toji. I can't ever sleep in with you," you say, no bite to your words at all.

"That's too bad, isn't it? It's why I tell you to go to sleep at a reasonable time yet you still go to sleep past midnight, hm?"

"Whatever."

"Mhm, whatever," he says, copying you. "Whatever, until tomorrow morning when I do it again, but with less mercy."

You groan and turn to face him. You can't even be annoyed with him when he looks so good.

"There are so many things you can do without me in the morning," you say, cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing his skin, affectionately. "You can... go on a walk or watch TV. Ooo, you can get breakfast going so that when I wake up, it's ready."

He mimics the gentleness of your touch on his cheek, his palm rubbing your lower back. "Don't wanna. That's boring."

"Tojii," you whine, removing your hand from his face, attempting to turn away from him.

"Without you," he corrects, using the hand he has on your back to prevent you from getting too far. "Why make breakfast alone when we can do it together?"

"You mean I cook and you either just watch or you get in my way?"

"You know it, mama," he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

"It's literally eight in the morning, Toji. You should be thrown in jail for disturbing my slumber," you say, attempting to distract him from the color that spreads onto your cheeks.

"Nah, you'd miss me." A smug grin creeps its way onto his lips.

"Mm..." you hum, acting like you're unsure if that's a certain fact. This is you wreaking havoc. You say and do a lot of things that drive him crazy, and now—with proof—even just humming out a response will do that to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing at all," you say, the hint of a smile on your face.

"No?" If Toji were a dog, which he's not because he's a bear, his ears would be down and his tail would no longer be wagging </3

You sigh. "I'm messing with you. You know I would miss you like hell."

"Oh, really?" He scoffs, in disbelief. "You're ice cold for that, mama. Need me to warm you up, huh?" He says, gliding the hand he has on your lower back across the expanse to grip your waist.

You put your hand over his. "Nope. This blanket is keeping me warm. It does the job just fine."

"I'm better than the blanket," he argues, rolling onto you, unexpectedly.

You groan before you laugh at the feeling of the spontaneous weight laid on top of you, your chest barely able to move with the gesture because of the iron-like hold he had on you. An unbreakable bear hug, if you will :(

"Toji," you say, voice strained yet still managing to muster out your giggling. "Toji, you're crushing me."

"Mm..." he hums, dismissively. He buries his face into your neck, sparing some kisses for it while he listens up close to the sound of your groans of being compressed, mixed with laughter, as you try to push him off. This is you shouting mayday after the chaos you made for yourself and Toji has no intention of swooping in to save you from himself.

You eventually surrender, because all your pushing is futile against Toji, who wasn't moved an inch by you. Lying on you and holding you so tight was beginning to backfire on him. He was starting to feel more like a heated, weighted blanket on you, now. It was reeling in your tiredness, again.

"Mmm... I could fall back asleep like this. Please, can I, baby?" you mumble, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah? Now you're comfortable?" He asks, teasingly, while watching you relax under him.

"You're warmer," you admit. "And clearly more suitable for cuddling."

"You're trynna butter me up, aren't you?" He says, sighing into your neck, tiredness returning to him as well.

"Maybe... One more hour, baby. Please? All I need is one more hour," you say, bringing your arms up onto his back. "I won't complain later when you make me take a nap with you," you add, to further bribe him. "We can do anything you want, too. Nothing is off limits." You turn your head and press a kiss to his temple.

He sighs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "It's hard to say no to all of that. You gonna be real sweet to me later today?"

"Of course. I'm gonna smother you and be so disgustingly affectionate that you'll want to sleep on the couch tonight for some separation."

He bites. Being loved on by you anytime sounds like a dream. Space will never be his response to your affection, when he thrives off of it.

"Fine," he grumbles, like it was hard for him to come to his decision. "Only one more hour. Gonna stay here, though, since i'm already comfortable."

[raphaelsrightarm]

For bayverse turtles head cannons could you do their kinks, like top 3 or top 5 kinks please if you’re comfortable with that? Also love you and your work! 🥰🥰🥰

Long time no see haha I appreciate your patience with me for all this time but here are some of my ideas for them...

I kept most of these gender neutral but there are a few that are gendered a bit more for a female s/o

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY

Leo:

Voyeurism- consensually of course - Leo loves watching you touch yourself, plain and simple. Especially when the two of you first started being intimate. It showed him all the ways you like to be touched, showed him what feels the best to you. The further the two of you go into your relationship, it turns more into him simply loving the way pleasure looks on you. It doesn’t matter if you use your hands or a toy, he loves watching you get yourself ready for him.  

Tantric Sex - He loves intimacy, and he sees sex as a way of really feeling close to you. And yeah sometimes he needs the relief that a good fuck can give, there are nights when he just wants to feel you. To have you wrapped around him, arms looped around his neck to pull him closer  telling him of your adoration for him and him telling you the same. The journey for him can be as satisfying as the destination. 

Edging - This can go both ways for him, he loves both bringing you to brink before denying you, only to continue building you up before he finally makes you cum. But he also loves to do the same to himself, mostly by pleasing you. Whether it’s with his hand or mouth, you’ll notice him slowly stroke himself, never fully giving into his own pleasure until he absolutely can’t take it anymore. He loves to make that high even more intense when he finally chases it.

Bondage - This guy loves control. He also loves this because it shows how much trust you put in him. He sees it as its own unique form of intimacy, to allow him to tie your wrists above your head and to know that he wouldn’t do anything but please you. Afterwards, he always feels closer to you knowing how deep the trust runs between the two of you.

Heels - I’ve always thought he is a fan of legs. Doesn’t matter how thick or thin, short or long, he loves legs. Which is part of the reason he loves to see you in heels so much. They just bring out your legs in a way that drives this poor guy insane. He also secretly loves the sound of heels against the floor

Raph:

Biting/Giving Hickies - He is obsessed with seeing anything on you that marks you as his. He may not be able to be beside you at all times to keep others away, but a nice hickey on the side of your neck would work just fine. He's possessive

Spanking - Because he is an ass man, expect him to be touching the butt, a lot. He loves watching it jiggle after he smacks it and to feel how soft you are under his hands. He may also spank the kitty, if you're down with that of course…

Degradation - This will only happen to the extent that you allow it. Though he would never make fun of your body or anything like that. He loves to call you 'his whore' while he's fucking you so good the only thing you can do is agree (there are also times when he would ask for you to say it yourself).

Thigh-fucking - I'm not gonna lie, this man has an obsession with thick thighs. I'm talking cellulite and stretch marks. He loves all of it. This would be used mostly when the two of you start having sex, because let's be real this guy is PACKING so it'll be best to take things slow. He'll lift your legs up to his shoulders, and you'll cross your ankles together and just watch him get off, bonus points if you tell him how sexy he looks while he does it.

Facials - This one can go along with his obsession with giving you hickies, though this one obvisouly is much more private. He just loves the visual of it all, ya know? Staking his claim, basically. He's a possessive guy, and he tries to tone it down outside the bedroom, but he allows it to come through HEAVILY behind closed doors, and this is one of his favorite ways, by having you on your knees in front of him, his cum traced across your mouth ........

Donnie:

Sex Toys - This can span all the way from vibrators to restraints even, when he has the time to go all out with you he will absoluately take advantage of that if you're down. One of his favorites is to use a vibrator on your clit while he fucks you slow, so slow that it drives you isane, but believe that he'll have you taken care of multiple times before the night is over

Overstimulation - So this can go hand in hand with the passage above, he wants to see how much you can take, and all four of them were blessed with a high sex drive, he can go as many times as you need him to honestly. He loves the nights that leave you in a trembling mess underneath him, your nails digging into his skin with tightly you're holding onto him. It also secretly brings a swelling pride to his chest to know that he's capable of bringing you there

Phone Sex/Nudes - Let's be real this guy gets busy; there are times where he can't see you in person but trust that he won't let that complicate things too much; he loves to hear you say the filthy things you want him to do next time he's with you as he strokes himself, legs spread wide. If you were also comfortable with sending him pictures he would be ALL over that; even has a seperate folder for them that is heavily locked down

Thigh riding - Imagine sitting on his lap in his desk chair, kissing him as his hands roam up and down your body before they land on your hips, guiding them back and forth but not allowing you to go any faster than he wants you to, all the while he's whispering all the things he wants to do to you while you whimper into his ear, pressure building up higher and higher; yeah, he's a fan of this one

Choking - He'll usually only do this when his focus is completely on you, one hand between your legs while the other is squeezing the sides of your throat. Breath play can intensify an orgasm, and he loves watching it race through you even stronger. There are even times when he's alone that he'll do this for himself but you don't find that out unitl later

Mikey:

Praise - This can go either way for him, honestly. He loves to praise you but loves even more to be praised himself. He needs to know how good he's making you feel, and for you to vocalize that to him would only make him want to go even harder. Complimenting his body especially would drive him insane.

Begging - OOOO boy, this one kills him. He loves hearing you ask for what you want, it helps him feel much more confident in whatever it is the two of you do knowing just how badly you need it; also to hear the person he loves beg him to touch them, kiss them, fuck them, it drives him absolutely inSANE

Massages - His love language is touch, so being able to run his hands over your skin is quite possibly his favorite thing to do anyways, but having you laid out before him, whining the longe rhe goes on, though the both of you know he won't be able to deny you for long...

Face-Sitting - This one I feel a bit self explanatory, this guy is a munch, any possible way you let him eat you out he's going to go for it

Semi-public - A secret part of him loves watching you try to stay quiet even when your on the brink of your orgasm. He also enjoys the risk that's involved with possibly getting caught in the act especially when your legs are on his shoulders and all you can do is whisper broken up words begging him to go harder ahdkashdkjaskdfskj

[killerlookz]

hiii!!<3 if you’re thinking abt writing for joost, can u pls write some thing abt an established relationship fic based off the song birds of a feather by billie eilish if u can! love ur writing!

Hi anon! thank you sm for the request <33 this song is so sweeeet omg!!! also... technically an established relationship, but i do recap how reader and joost met :-)

Birds of a Feather | Joost Klein

description: gn!reader reflects on all the special moments in your and Joost's relationship following an unexpected proposal.

content: so insanely cheesey! sorry! pure fluff! + lots of crying (mostly happy tears) literally the most tiny smallest sexual reference this fic contains rpf, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

word count: 2426 (this was supposed to be under 1k words but i got soooo carried away)

/I don't know what I'm crying for / I don't think I could love you more/

Shaky fingers fiddle with the cold metal looped around your ring finger. Your hand flexes outward, watching as the light from your window reflects onto the small stone. Something warm rolls down your cheek- a solitary teardrop, caressing the skin of your face. Your hand reaches up to wipe away the tear, but it's too late, you can feel more welling up near your waterline, any sudden movement now would send tears streaming down your face. You look up, your eyelids brink rapidly in an attempt to prevent the inevitable waterworks.

You hadn't seen an engagement coming- in all the years you'd been together, it still seemed like a milestone that had felt so far away. Until Yesterday.

You and Joost had been nearly inseparable since just about the moment you had met- A nervous 20-year-old studying abroad in the Netherlands for your second to last semester of university. You sat on the stairs outside of the apartment building that stood as your temporary housing for the semester, on the brink of tears, your randomly assigned roommate had been a real piece of work. You were on your third argument that week alone, and, saying you were fed up was an understatement. You contemplated at that moment packing your things and just going back home.

"Gaat het?" (Are you ok?) A voice calls out, a goofy-looking blonde standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looks vaguely familiar, you think you may have seen him in the elevator of your apartment once or twice.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, "Ik spreek niet veel Nederlands," Using one of the few Dutch phrases you knew to tell him you don't speak Dutch. You shake your head, kind of hoping he would get lost, not wanting to be bothered.

"Ah," He nods, "Do you speak English?"

You stare at him for a moment, unsure if you should lie, after all he was a stranger but something is telling you to tell him the truth.

"Yeah," You sniffle, attempting to remove any emotion from your face.

"Are you okay?" He asks again, this time you understand.

"I'm fine," You weren't exactly searching for a deep conversation about your current struggles in someone you didn't know.

"People who are fine don't usually sit outside their apartment building crying."

You bite your lip, contemplating engaging the kind stranger in what was ailing you at the moment. You sigh, having a feeling he would probably keep pestering you if you continued to insist you were feeling in a way you actually weren't.

"It's just my roommate-"

Two months after your first encounter with the blonde man at the bottom of the stairs, you were standing in front of a mirror, doing a final check of your outfit before going on your first date. You had learned his name was Joost, he was 21, and lived in an apartment two floors above you.

He was unimaginably kind, with a wit unparalleled by anyone you'd ever met before, and truthfully, he was very cute- so when he had initially asked you out, you couldn't get a "yes" out fast enough.

It seemed a little inconvenient, given that you only had one more month left in the Netherlands- but he knew this, and didn't necessarily seem like he had been looking for anything too serious. Besides, it would be nice for you to have a good connection with someone outside of the people you saw in your classes.

There's a knock at the door, and your feet are quick to start shuffling under you, you're practically running to go open it.

You stop for a moment as you get to the door, letting a deep breath fill your lungs to capacity, before letting it out, whipping the door open as you do so.

Joost is standing behind it, a smile plastered on his face, hands behind his back. He's dressed up, now that you thought about it, you never really saw him in anything other than a sweatshirt or t-shirt and some jeans. It was a pleasant change- a white button-up shirt and some dress pants even if both articles of clothing had been obviously wrinkled.

"Hey," He greets, removing his hands from where they rest behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers in an outstretched arm, "These are for you- I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked so I sort of just guessed." He's unsure of himself, in an entirely endearing way. He was trying.

"For me?" You grin, "Aww, Joost!" You take the flowers from his hands, "Let me go find something to put these in."

A month later you're sitting on Joost's couch after what you assumed would be your last date together. Your study abroad program was ending in three days, and you'd be returning back home.

There is an air of sadness that surrounds you, one that you hadn't expected to feel- you'd only known the man for three months, yet somehow it felt like you were leaving someone you had known your whole life.

Gentle fingers grab onto your jaw, Joost is turning your head to force you to look at him.

"You know," He starts, "I've really been enjoying our time together."

"Me too," You agree, a small smile peaking onto your face, you try not to give way to the sadness you were feeling.

"And," He says, "Y/n, I really like you, and I think if I don't ask you now, I'm never going to get the chance to ever again."

"What?" You perk up, your heart suddenly beating much faster, your breathing quickens, unsure of what he's going to say next.

"Well- I- what I'm trying to say is, do you want to go out with me? Like- officially- like dating." His voice is trembling, you'd never seen him so anxious before.

"Joost I-" You sigh, the reality of your situation crashing into you harder than it had before, "I'm leaving soon- we'll be hours away, when am I going to see y-"

You're cut off by Joost's lips crashing into yours, your thoughts suddenly disappearing the second your lips connect. You're entirely overwhelmed with emotion, every wire in your brain is fried, this move was an utter surprise, up until this point your relationship had been entirely chaste; the furthest you'd gone was sharing a hug at the end of your dates. Still, you kiss him back, your hand finding its way to his shoulder, tugging at it, begging him to come closer to you.

It had been seven and a half months since you had last seen Joost, but the two of you had talked at length each and every day during that time. By now, you had finished your degree in University and were ready to really start your life.

You could remember the cheer of excitement on the other end of the phone when you told Joost after a month of job hunting you had secured a job in the Netherlands.

"Does that mean you're coming back here?"

"Yeah, the job starts at the end of next month ."

A month and a half didn't necessarily give you much time to plan things out to the extent you would have liked, but Joost was more than ready and willing to help you out.

He had posited moving into his apartment- but the suggestion while sweet- was quickly thrown out. It wouldn't have been an ideal commute to your new job.

So the two of you got on to looking elsewhere, he had been kind enough to take the time out of his days to go to apartment showings for you near where you'd be taking your job, keeping you on Facetime as he viewed the places.

Eventually, you had found one you absolutely fell in love with, in perfect distance from the job. The problem had been- it was quite a ways out of your budget. You were heartbroken, it had basically been your dream apartment.

Joost, always swift with solving problems, suggested that the two of you move into the apartment together, that way he could cover the rest of the rent that you couldn't afford. And while you were over the moon about his offer- you worried about what living together would do to your relationship, the two of you had known each other for less than a year- would living together be such a great idea?

But as you're standing in the doorway of your bedroom on the first night being in your new apartment, staring up at Joost, who's leaning against the door frame- you just know you made the right decision.

A careful hand glides across your cheek, resting at the back of your neck,

"Thank you for coming back," Joost muses, gently massaging the spot where his hand resides. You lean into his touch,

"There was no other option" There's an undeniable twinkle in your eyes, admiring the man who stood above you, tired and messy from a long day of moving.

"I've been waiting to tell you this in person," His grip on your neck suddenly becomes still, rigid, "And- even if you don't feel the same yet, I just wanted to say that I love you." He's talking fast, simpering after he finishes his short words before resuming the gentle massaging motion of his thumb against your neck.

The breath is almost entirely knocked out of you- he loves you.

The words just about run out of your mouth, "I love you too,"

"You do?" His pupils are blown wide, "You love me too?"

You nod fervently, never having meant a statement so immensely in your life.

Joost is leaning down now, his head tilted so his lips can perfectly interlock with yours. It is possibly the hungriest kiss the two of you had ever shared, with the obvious implication of love now behind it. If Joost hadn't snaked his free arm around your back, you probably would have fallen straight to the ground, your legs tingling with excitement.

He pulls away, looking into your mostly empty bedroom, a smirk appearing on his face,

"What do you say we christen that bed I spent all day putting together?"

Five years later you're still living in that same apartment, the once-empty space now fully decorated with beautiful memories.

And now, the most crystal-clear memory sparkled in your brain, almost as bright as the ring itself. You'd been crying in intervals since then- since it happened since - You replayed it in your head.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Joost's fingers interlock with yours as the two of you walk down a familiar street- You were unsure of why Joost had insisted on taking you here, to the town where you both had lived when you met.

"How could I ever forget?" You grin, "Feels like just yesterday I was crying to some strange Dutch boy about my roommate issues."

"And how you told me, you never wanted to see the Netherlands again?" His words are slow as he looks deeply into your eyes, glimmers of adoration shining from every feature on his face.

"God, I was so dramatic- wasn't I?" You look away from him, scoffing as you look down at the pavement, thinking about your old self, looking back on it- it was a stupid decision to let one person ruin almost two months of your life, but back then it seemed like the biggest deal in the world. "Funny" You shrug, "The decision I made to talk to you on the day I was most certain I was just going to pack up and leave forever led me to making the Netherlands my home." You shake your head, "I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't met you on that day, but I don't think there's a reality that exists where we aren't together."

"Don't make me cry," He chuckles.

"I mean- I don't mean to be all sappy, but it's true- if soulmates are real, I can guarantee you're mine."

He's grinning now, you'd been so lost in your thoughts you barely noticed where the two of you had ended up, back at your old apartment, right in front of those very steps the two of you had met on.

He's pulling you up the stairs, and needless to say you're confused about this trip down memory lane.

"I think it's only appropriate that I do this here," His voice is low, and he's blinking more rapidly than usual. His hand slips from yours, and falls into his pocket- you watch anxiously for his next move. There's something in his hand now, and he's slowly bending down onto one knee.

The tears start nearly immediately, before he says a single word, you're cupping your mouth with your hand

"Y/n," He looks up at you, through the lenses of his glasses you can see there are tears in his eyes too, "Wil je met me trouwen?" (will you marry me)

"Joost," You choke out a sob- "Yes, Yes!" Your whole body is full of a tingling sensation, and your heart feels like it occupies more space in your chest than it did before, swelling with an overwhelming amount of love.

Joost grabs your trembling hand, caressing it tenderly with his thumb before slipping on the ring. You let him hold your hand for a moment more before you're pulling it away, desperate to see. You outstretch your hand in front of you, looking at the glimmering stone that sits on your finger. A visual confirmation of what had just happened.

He's barely stood all the way up before you're reaching for him, knocking into him with an embrace so energetically that it nearly knocks him over. As he catches his balance he wraps his arms right back around you, pulling you into him.

If you were to have gotten any closer, the atoms that make up each of your bodies may have actually fused together. Though you wish you could, despite how you fully braced Joost's body it doesn't feel like enough you want him closer to you.

Still, you're so warm in his tight embrace, letting out choked tears of joy against his chest.

A gentle kiss falls on the top of your head, followed by your favorite words to hear out of Joost's mouth, "Ik hou van jou." (I love you)

You shut your eyes, basking in the moment, you could absolutely get used to hearing those words every day for the rest of your life.

/I'll love you 'til the day that I die / 'Til the light leaves my eyes/

[hoshiros]

—✯ R U MINE?

AM Masterlist

cw. 18+ mdni. gen "just the tip" narumi, afab!reader. no condoms, lap sitting, dry humping, biting/marking, creampie, teasing, p→v sex, lots of swearing, attempts at humour lol...

NARUMI GEN has been ignoring you for six hours and thirty-four minutes.

In the time since you've arrived to his room, you've taken a nap, had some yakisoba, brushed your teeth, went on a nice doom scroll, and gotten back into bed.

And Gen... has barely looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you.

Had you known that buying him the DLC for his all-time favourite title would lead to you being abandoned, you would have gotten him something more practical—a new comforter, or multivitamins, or condoms, for goodness sake.

But here you are, dangling off the edge of his futon with blood rushing to your head. In your haziness, you can just make out his body filtering the light of his console. The soft sounds of the game fill the room, driving you to the brink of insanity.

"Gen," you whine quietly from the bed, watching him shuffle in his spot on the floor to crack his stiff back. "Come to bed."

"A couple more minutes," he huffs, turning around on his knees so you can see his chest. "Almost done."

Even with his promise, his attention never leaves the screen, the blue light cast onto his face making the circles under his eyes all the more evident. You pout, leering at his console, then him.

The noise that leaves you is indignant, irritation rising into your throat until it wills you to slip off the futon. Gen's eyes briefly flicker up to scrutinize you when you thud unceremoniously onto the floor, but then he pays you no mind while you shuffle over to him on your hands and knees.

"You're a jerk," you murmur, ducking under his arms to snake your way against his body. He grunts but lets you wiggle your way into his arms anyway, holding the console up high so you can't obstruct it.

"And you're clingy," he jabs back, though his words are devoid of malice.

He adjusts you carefully so that he can wrap his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder to see his screen. Your arms wrap around his neck until you're snug against him, finally warm and comfortable in his lap.

Your satisfaction lasts about three minutes. Again, he's ignoring you even though you're cradled against him.

You resort to desperate measures.

It starts with an adjustment that makes his eyes narrow. At first, it's subtle—the slightest roll of your hips and the faintest of friction as you settle deeper into his lap.

Gen can't tell if it's on purpose, the way you're so perfectly grinding against his dick that's getting hard at an alarming rate for what could be no reason.

Then, it's clear as day what your intention is when you release your hug around his neck to favour raking your nails down his chest with a sultry look.

His hand flies from his joycon to your waist, lip wobbling to give away his weak conviction as he scolds you. "Quit that," he hisses quietly.

The pads of his fingers roughly squeeze at your flesh, trying to force your body into submissive immobility. Still, you double down, gently sinking into the divot of his lap and keening into him.

"I'm lonely," you say, words so breathless that he can hardly hear them over his game. He shivers, and the expression he gives you sends a lick of heat down your spine.

You can't decipher whether he wants to be stern or if he wants to beg for just one more delicious swirl of your hips—perhaps both, though the words seem stuck in his throat either way. You smile sweetly knowing how easy he is to have.

Despite everything, Gen loves the simplicity of being yours.

He doesn't need to think twice. In fact, he'd rather be mauled to pieces by a Kaiju than do anything but be yours. That's why he gives in so easily—setting down the console so fast that he doesn't even save his progress.

Gen barely gets halfway through his complaint, muttering about how you'll be the death of him, when your lips find the front of his throat. "Shit," he curses, both hands roaming up your sides. He stops at your ribs, giving you a look of disapproval.

"Play fair," he warns.

"I am playing fair," you argue, then proceed to nudge his jaw with your nose. He sucks in a sharp breath as you pepper kisses up his jaw to the space just below his ear, not missing even a centimetre of his skin.

Gritting his teeth, he does everything he can to not give in to you right away. It would be totally lame for him to fall for your little ploy.

"Gen... Gen," you chant his name softly between pants, kisses littered down his neck until you reach his Adam's apple. It bobs violently as you linger there, silently considering how you should torment him next.

His warm hands dip down to where your thighs meld into your hips, unfurling the bottom of your shirt so he can feel the expanse of skin beneath the pads of his fingers.

Gen wastes no time tracing over your sides up to your chest. He's shameless in his grabbing and pinching, making sure to remember every inch of your body as if that would give him control of the situation back.

You draw in a slow breath, curling into his touch until he can feel the rise and fall of your chest against his. He reaches for the console, the screen dim now that he's been inactive.

"Need to save," he grumbles.

He feels the smooth plastic of his joycon for only a millisecond before his hand flies back to your hip. The reason? He's about to do something as humiliating as cum in his pants because of a little dry humping.

"Did you get it?" You ask breathlessly, feeling the hardness in his sweats pressed firmly against you. 

"Yup," he lies, rutting into you like a teenager who can't control himself. "Totally."

Gen is going to lose it, actually. He can feel every bit of self-control slipping. (Though, he's never been good at it in the first place.)

“I want you.”

Each word is interrupted by another press of your lips against his warm skin up to his tight jaw.

"Ran out of condoms, you know that. You try’na kill me?" Gen asks with a dry swallow, patience wearing thin as you kiss the corner of his lips.

“I want you,” you say once more into his mouth as if it were a spell being cast. “Need you. Please? Just a bit? You can pull out, baby.” You wiggle your hips side to side, gently coaxing him into giving you just an inch.

Fuck. How could he say no to that?

It's embarrassing how fast he frees his dick from the constraints of his pants and boxers, as if he were just waiting for you to ask politely. If you didn't look as riled up as he did, you probably would have called him out on it.

Thank god you're too busy panting into his mouth as he clumsily helps you out of your shorts to leave your bottom bare in his lap.

The tip of his dick kisses your hole and he groans, eyes glued to the way you wet him with so much slick. He runs his length up and down your folds, thumb pressed against the vein so nicely that the friction is electrifying.

Even so, he feels bad not making you cum at least once first. You watch in surprise as he spits into his palm and fists himself a few times, coating his member in the hopes that you'll take him easier.

The noise you make when he first pushes the head past your entrance is addicting.

You curse in sync, soft whimpers matching as he sinks shallowly into you. Gen tries to speak but words fail him, so he opts to nip at your throat instead—a silent apology for not helping you cum first.

It takes a minute for you to adjust to the stretch. He leaves a trail of gentle kisses up and down the side of your neck, relishing in the tiny gasps and moans that escape you in the process.

You give his hips one firm squeeze with your thighs to tell him you're ready to move, and—

"Oh, shit," he moans, your walls squeezing him when you sink down and ride back up like you have dozens of times before. It never gets old.

He wants to move his hips, too. He wants to fuck you until you're a puddle in his lap. Then he gets the urge to cum humiliatingly early again and bites the inside of his cheek to push the thought away.

If he didn't know any better, he would think that unsatisfied look twisting in your face was nothing. However, he knows you have even less self-control than he does.

And what do you know? Gen chokes on his spit when you sink down noticeably further.

“Hah…” He laughs humourlessly, breath ghosting in your ear. “You fuckin’ asshole.”

“I slipped,” you argue weakly, dragging your hips upward until his aching tip is just about to spill out of you. Then you glide back down, and the way your pussy swallows up the extra length once again nearly makes him cry out.

“You said just the tip,” Gen warns, but the way he buries himself yet another inch deeper says it all.

“I’m not the only one who needs that reminder,” you tease, jaw falling slack as he shallowly humps into you. 

The way he fucks you is sloppy, hips rolling into yours with no real rhythm. Heat boils in his stomach, and by the time the fog clears from his heady mind, he realizes far too late that he's filled you with another inch.

Gen chokes again, groaning into your skin while he sinks his fangs into your shoulder. It's so good—too good, he can't fucking help himself.

"You're so annoying, y'know that?" He mutters. You whine high and needy in response, hands wandering up his shoulders to wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair.

Screw words. He'll just tell you the only other way he knows how. Screw you and the temptation he can never resist. Screw just fucking you a little bit.

Gen loves doing things halfway, but never this. Never you.

He nudges his way up to your ear, nipping gently at the lobe. "You're in for it now."

And suddenly his hand is trailing down your stomach and between your thighs. You sputter when the pad of his thumb squeezes against your clit.

"Gen?" You squeak in surprise. He kisses his way to your cheek, lips lingering there for a moment before his thumb starts circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Shut up," he murmurs, relishing in the way his deliberate movements draw breathy pants from your throat. Your walls squeeze him deliciously, nearly milking his poor, leaky cock.

Gen was always so mean to you—it's because he could never get tired of the soft sounds spilling from your swollen lips. There was no boss fight, no new console unboxing; nothing could ever feel as good as the way your walls hug him.

He finally rolls up into your warmth, pushing and filling you up until his hips are flush against yours. The wet smack is deafening. He's so fucked. There's no way he'll be coherent enough to pull out in time.

"Look what you did," he laughs, but it comes short. Groaning instead, he buries his face against you to kiss down the valley of your chest and back up to your shoulder where he stops to bite. "How 'm I supposed to pull out now?"

Painting a picture of flooding you with his cum until you're full and leaking makes his cock throb inside of you, earning him a pleased noise. You bounce with pathetic effort, hip stopped in place with one hand while the other works you undone between your thighs.

"Don't know what I'm gonna do with you."

"Just be quiet and cum inside of me, Gen," you huff, conviction finally thrown out the window in favour of having your cunt stuffed with his spend.

"Nuh-uh. You said to pull out. You'd kick my ass later."

"I won't—" you gasp, his dick abusing a soft, spongy spot that makes your eyes roll back. "I will not!"

"Nah. You asked for this."

You open your mouth to protest again, only for it to snap shut when he thrusts into you so roughly that your voice leaves you.

"Cat got your tongue?"

You glare at your boyfriend, though you look to be on the verge of tears. The sight makes him all the needier, chasing the high he knows is coming.

"Just kiddin', babe," he snickers. "I'll give you what you want."

And he does. He always does.

Gen finally releases your hip, allowing you to ride him properly. He matches your rhythm, the depth he reaches causing your knees to shake against the floor.

He fixates on the glistening ring of white at the base of his cock where your pussy swallows him up. It's too much. He loves this so much. He loves you so much.

There's only about ten things in the entire world that could make Gen put down a good game. Half of them are Kaiju related. The other half all have your name attached to them.

He gives you a look, knowing and sly as he rolls your clit gently between his fingers. That's all it takes for you to topple into his chest, shivering and squirming while you cum on his dick.

Gen only lasts another few rolls of his hips until he's spilling inside of you, shoving his face into the space between your shoulder and neck to hide his pathetic strain.

Your pulse races against his cheek. There's a sharpness in your breath as you catch it, body still trembling in his lap with every minute shift of his hips. 

His switch makes a noise to tell him his battery is low. Gen pulls away from the crook of your neck just enough to look at the blinking notification. He's just about to reach over to save when—

"More," you rasp into his ear.

His hand falters in the air, and the twitch of his cock is telling enough.

"I gotcha," he grunts, fist clenched tight as he draws it back to wrap around your back and pull you flush into his chest.

If his console dies, he has no qualms making up that six hours and thirty-four minutes of gameplay again. An easy price to pay as long as he gets to be yours.

[readychilledwine]

Dessert for a King

Summary - Bringing home fruit from the Summer Court causes a pleasant surprise

Warnings - smut, NSFW, Food play, oral female receiving

A/n- I end @cassianappreciationweek with a cute food play quickie. I want to take a moment to thank the organizers of Cassian week for working so hard to put together this event for us. So much unseen work, time, and sometimes money goes into these things that make this fandom so much fun.

I wish I hadn't been in such a funk and could have partaken in the prompts more. I have a few pieces that are technically done and followed the prompts. Once I'm more me again, I will get them posted.

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“Well those look delicious,” Cassian's voice appeared behind you, making you glance at him as you continued rinsing the fruit you had purchased in Summer. “What's the plan for them?”

“I planned on just making them fair game,” I began rinsing the dark cherries before laying them on a towel to dry and doing the same with the strawberries. “I wasn't planning anything special. Hands grabbed your hips before one reached out, taking one of the strawberries and holding it to your lips.

“Then I guess it's a good thing I do.” You laughed as he continued trying to get you to eat the supple fruit. “Come on, angel, indulge me.” You licked the strawberry before wrapping your lips around it, teasing him like he was asking for.

Within moments, you found yourself on the counter, deeply kissing your mate as he savored the juicy still lingering on your lips and tongue.

“We have chocolate,” his voice had dropped, eyes following to where your finger pointed towards the cabinet. “Good girl.” Cassian worked quickly, grabbing the strawberries, chocolate, and a few cherries into a bowl and throwing you over his shoulder. You had assumed you two were heading for your shared bedroom, only to be surprised when he laid you down on the table and set the bowls around you.

“Cass, what are we doing?”

“Playing,” his fingers brushed your sides, stroking the soft curves of your body before resting at the neckline of your dress. There was no time to stop him. No time to protest as your favorite shirt was soon left torn down the middle. “And that? That was in my way.”

You thought he would assault every inch of your skin he had exposed, treasuring you the way he always had, but instead he backed away, pulling your skirt down with him and leaving you bare. He began cutting the cherries and strawberries, decorating your body in dripping fruit. Cherries halved and rest on your sensitive nipples, a strawberry above your core. He handed you the bowl of chocolate, smirking as you knew to summon your powers and melt it to a comfortable temperature for him.

He began slowly pouring the chocolate over you, being sure not to get the warm sticky liquid too close to anywhere you'd previously told him was a no. “Perfect dessert, sweetness,” he groaned out.

The kisses and licks started on your neck, cleaning everything from there as chills ran down your body, settling deep into your core. He paid attention to the spot that drove you wild, sucking a deep bruise into that area, a reminder to you and sign to anyone else of what was coming. He continued kissing down, eating the cold cherry resting on your left nipple with a satisfied hum.

He stayed there, loving and cherishing that bud until it had formed a peak that he could pinch as he licked the chocolate running between the valley of your breasts and repeated the same motions there. It was slow pleasurable torture. Knowing what was coming. Knowing his mouth would be where you desperately craved all too soon. Each movement placed him closer and closer, driving to the brink of insanity and aching for what you both knew you wanted. You could have sworn you released a noise like a cry when he finally kissed your inner thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin there before moving to clean the mess he had made with the other one.

“Been so good, sweetness. An absolute angel,” he kissed your thigh again before actually sinking his teeth in to make you scream. “Deserve a reward, don't you?”

You could only nod desperately, eyes wide as you whimpered for him. The kisses now went higher, nearing your dripping core that filled his senses with a primal need. He could practically taste you on his tongue already. The bittersweet honey-like flavor that had earned you your nickname. You both moaned when he made first contact, tongue gliding through your folds until it found your clit. He was slow, continuing the motion and taking his time, savoring you like you two had all the time in the world to be there. To be with each other.

The bond began to hum as he picked up pace slightly, pushing his tongue as far in as he could to drink from you as if you were the very nectar of the Gods. And to him, you truly were. He craved you, he yearned for you. Moments away from you always caused something like this. A deep ache he could only settle by having you in every sense of the term.

You began to pant softly, moans tumbling from your lips as the room began to feel more humid. The anticipation, the preparation, the slow burning feeling in your gut had you on edge, eyes fluttering shut as you whispered Cassian's name. “More,” you begged so softly he could have missed it. “Please, more.”

A single finger pushed in with ease then, barely enough compared to the length hiding, straining to take you beyond your limits. But it curled perfectly, teasing that spot only Cassian could ever truly find. His lips wrapped the bundle of nerves as his finger worked, licking, sucking. Gently scraping teeth against it. He wouldn't settle Until you were screaming, crying and begging for release.

And he wasn't far from getting it. You both could tell by the way you were tightening Around that single digit, by the way you were a mess of moans and whispers, by the way you stomach felt tight and as if you were on fire.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

A fall.

You crumbled for him, whimpering and moaning his name like a broken prayer to a long-lost God. He pulled away after he forced you to ride out your high, eyes dark and breath heavy as he licked his finger clean. “Our room. Now.”

His command left no room for argument. No discussion to beg for him to just fuck you on the table you all shared family dinners at.

No. It forced you to bend. Breaking to his will as he pulled you up, hand resting on the back of your neck, forcing you up the stairs to endure one long night.

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[goddess-venuz]

═ஓ๑ SIMP CHP 022 SMUT

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ:Love is a Bitch| Two Feet

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═ஓ๑A LONGING GASP ROLLED PAST YOUR TONGUE-...

"Y-Yuri-"

"I'm not stopping... I can't... I won't."

Crimson irises bore into yours; Yuri's lips planted fevered kisses past your stomach to your inner thighs- thumbs rising his oversized shirt further up your torso; seizing the fabric against your hardened nipples.

His irises stayed fixated on yours- lust glazed over; the man he gawked at you was foreign... You were used to the warmth shyness- happiness Yuri wield but now...

Your husband gawked at you as if you were his prey... And a predator must feast...

Teeth grasping the hems of your laced underneath that sheathed your quivering core; your stomach flinched ever so slightly- a butterfly sensation sprouting across your stomach.

As Yuri began to drag your laced underneath further down your thighs by his teeth; you attempted to close your legs resulting in a sudden pressure to apply to your thighs-

"Don't fucking close your legs."

Goosebumps littered your limbs- eyes widened at the unexpectedly low husk tone within Yuri's vocals; the male didn't pay your surprise any mind as he continued to drag your underwear until it had reached your knee.

Finally moving his fingers from your thighs to rip the underwear from your legs; tossing it to the side, Yuri hooked his arms underneath your thighs- lifting your ass inches from the sheets;

Unable to prepare yourself; another sharp gasp-like moan escapes your lips, your stomach sinking in the amount of pleasure of your swollen clit being sucked against.

Inhaling sharply; Yuri's mind was unable to unravel what was happening, his drunken lustful state merely increasing- for months he had merely dreamt of this moment but now that it is happening...

He wasn't going to let you go until you were overstimulated...

Back arching; your fingers dug into the mattress underneath you- legs forcibly pried opened, lips encircling around your swollen clit, tongue prodding the sensitive bud- attempting to contain your moans; it wasn't until you felt an exotic sensation filling your swollen cunt.

Walls becoming slightly stretched; your fingers itched to grasp Yuri's strains until you retracted your hand and buried it once more against the mattress until Yuri's husky voice brushed against your eardrums.

"Pull my hair."

Not needing to say it twice; your fingers roughly grasp the male's strains, curling your fingers through his locks- a sharp tug given to him earning a low groan to vibrate against your swollen core from Yuri's lips.

Hairs standing on the back of his neck; Yuri's fingertips burying into your flesh, the male's legs shifting against the mattress as another rough tug was given to his scalp-

Pleasure struck through his veins each tuck given; each moan that reached his ear... It drove him nearly to the brink of insanity.

Pumping his fingers through your swollen core; your walls squeezing around his curling fingers- Yuri's hips bucked mindlessly against the mattress, the male parting his lips from your clit upon feeling the slight compulsive motion against his fingers.

Selfishly pulling his fingers out; Yuri dipped his tongue into your soaked core, the secret officer made sure to take his time...

Yet as soon as your juices coated his tastebuds-

"Hah~"

Swallowing thickly; lips agape as your stomach flinched lightly as your cum glazed over Yuri's tongue, the male's eyebrows knitting almost a bit surprised by the sweetest of your fluids.

Once coming down from the small high; your eyes widened slightly- fever bursting across your lips, "Sorry!- I didn't mean-"

"It's fine."

Moving from your thighs; Yuri sat up, the male's digging his fingertips into your thighs- his crimson hues boring at your soaked entrance, dragging his tongue across his lips; a low chuckle fell past his lips.

You felt goosebumps prickling your flesh once his irises snapped to meet your gaze; chin tilted down slightly only adding further tingling across your flesh.

"That just means I'm going to fuck the shit outta you... So be a good girl... And take your husband's cock."

Everything had happened within a blink of an eye; you weren't sure how it happened, yet here you were...

"Yuri-..."

Face down; underneath Yuri- face buried into the pillow, ass in the air as one hand pressed firmly against your lower abdomen; a finger slowly circling your clit as another grasped the headboard above your heads.

"Oh, G-God..."

Walls stretched to their full extent; Each longing stroke of Yuri's cock earned a gasped moan from your lips, Yuri's irises bore into the back of your skull- the male's knuckles whitening as he desperately grasped the headboard that lightly tapped against the wall is pressed against.

"That's my girl... Keep moaning out who you belong to."

His husk vocals brushed against your ears; the feeling of his strains tickling your shoulder as Yuri planted a fevered kiss against the nape of your neck- your head tilted to the side only allowing him to latch his lips against your flesh;

Teeth combine across your heated nape; lips attaching to your flesh as his hips bucked selfishly against yours at a rough rhythmic pace.

Breasts bouncing in sync; Inhaling sharply through his nostrils as his cock plowed mercilessly through your swollen cunt- your eyelids forced to shut as a sharp cry erupted from you.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yuri!"

Once feeling yourself becoming lost inside the rough thrusts of Yuri; with one final buck- the male groaned against your flesh as he began to slow his hips painfully slow.

Moving his lips from the nape of your neck; dropping his hand from the headboard- pearly white fingers grasped your throat firmly.

Thumb rubbing against the noticeable love bite; your head was raised from the pillow- back arching to allow the position to be a bit more comfortable; you forced your heavy eyelids apart only to be met with Crimson hues-

"I want to hear you say it... Say what I want to hear."

Fingers squeezing your throat resulting in your lips falling further agape; your heart rammed against your rib cage as you blindly gazed into Yuri's eyes.

"I-I'm yours-..."

"And?"

"Your mine- Hah!~"

Throat suddenly realized- a sharp cough escapes your lips as the air that was being taken from you rushed into your lungs once more; he's falling forward until fingers curled themselves into your strains- roughly tugging your hair by the scalp;

Yuri grunted lowly as his hips snapped forward; once more rapidly thrusting his pelvis against your ass- his cock stretching- demolishing your cunt that greeted the male's length with ease;

Eyebrows knitting in pleasure; Yuri's finger continued to tend to your swollen clit as he gave a sharp tug to your loosened strains with the other.

"It's taking everything I have not to explode inside you", gruffly, mid-thrust, Yuri grunted; "I wanna cum inside you so bad..." whispering the shameful desire underneath his breath; his fingers releasing your strains allowing your face to become buried into the pillow once more.

"Four months... Four... Fucking... Months...It took everything in me not to just press you up against the nearest wall... Fucking this sweet cunt of yours raw, filling it to the brim with my cum... The thought of you begging for more of my touch drove me insane... And now look at you... Can't even speak until it's moaning out my name."

Your instantaneous agreeing mewl earned yet another low chuckle to brush past his lips; his irises bore into your swollen cunt that took in his cock, The mere sight invokes a moan,the sound vibrates more past his lips as he grinds his length further down your cunt.

Shocks of pleasure ricocheted through you as your hips fight back to increase the simulation, fingers digging further into the pillow until the sensation of Yuri's slapping his palm against your ass earned a hitched cry as result-

For a split second; his cock departed from your cunt, palms gripping your hips to flip you onto your back-hazed irises snapping to gaze up at Yuri who merely kept his hues fixated on yours-

"You have always been so fucking perfect..." he rasps. "So fucking good to me." quick circles while he continues teasing your slit. "Every morning- every night- You flash that pretty smile that would be enough to make my knees go weak..."

Cock twitching against your warmth; Yuri guided his length through your cunt slow and torturous as inch by inch, he stretches your cunt once more-

Your walls squeeze around him as if he hadn't been plowing through your cunt prior; His arms slip around your waist snugly, keeping you still as you instinctively buck and writhe in search of relentless stimulation. He keeps you there, sheathed to the hilt, pubic bone flush against your clit.

A moan finally escaped his lips; Yuri pressed his chest against your breast, burying his face into the nape of your neck; grinding himself further, you could feel the male shudder against you as he rolled his hips.

"God, I love you... I can't get enough of you... Of your sweet pussy..."

Lust breaking his mentality; emotions bubbling- boiling over his surface as soon after, nothing but pure greediness burst across his flesh.

Overwhelming strength; speed that matched with force released against the shattering snapping of his hips against your pelvis- skillfully hitting the aching spot within your bundling nerves over and over resulted in a pleasurable cry erupting from your swollen lips.

Vision blurring; fingertips burying into his shoulders; Yuri's arms secured firmly around your waist, the male's husk moans filling your eardrums.

Thighs clamped around his waist; legs closed around the male, his relentless- merciless- thrusts shook you to the core.

You were able to withstand any longer within Yuri's arms; becoming undone by his maneuver, becoming consumes by your bundle of sensitive nerves- your mind becoming blank; unable to comprehend your surroundings;

Burning pleasure rippled through your flesh; goosebumps soared through your limbs, basking every mere second Yuri had rendered you into such a submissive- mind-boggling state,

You did not regret it one bit.

When you thought the male couldn't make you quiver with pure pleasure; his husk vocals merely added fire to the flame, "Fuck...can feel you squeezing—tight and warm... Go ahead, Cum for me Baby~"

Nails digging into his flesh; earning scratches among from his shoulder blades to his spine- the hint of pain merely enhancing his pleasure,

Yuri's larger hands clasped around your wrists; pinning them above your skull, moving his face from the crook of your neck- Yuri tauntingly rested his lips inches from your agape once,

Breathing heavily; nose resting against yours-

Squirming underneath his pelvis, just as Yuri bucked his pelvis against yours; "Your pussy fits around my cock so well... You know... This is only the beginning... you're going to take everything I have all night... Slow... Rough... Understood, Wife?"

"Y-Yes!"

Back arching upon feeling his hand roughly grasping your ass; such a small change in position allowed the man to stroke the bundle of nerves deeply within you-

Oh how desperately you wanted to grasp Yuri; fingertips buried into his flesh... Running down his shoulder blades and back...

Yuri pounded into you, with no remorse, Every second, Minute, Hour, and Month of pent-up sexual frustration was being released all in one night... UnForgivingly he would make sure to burn his name into your brain... The way his cock stretched you out will forever be left behind...

"Yuri! I'm Cumming!-"

"Go ahead, who's stopping you?"

Body freezing as your eyelids glued shut; hitched moan rolled past your lips in longing spurts as your walls unforgivingly squeezed around his cock, creaming on his length- Yuri continued to roll his hips as he came shortly after;

Lips parted; a moan escapes his lips, shoulders shuddering- the male felt his heart fluttering with pure ecstasy.

"Yuri-"

Vocals seized by the male hungrily capturing your lips with his; Yuri's hands that grasped your wrist gradually released them- digging his fingertips into the mattress beside your head;

Lips gradually parted; heaving breathing shared between the two of you, Yuri lifted himself barely inches from you- crimson hues boring into yours;

The man finally had you in his arms, his alone, you were his, and he wasn't going to stop until every inch of your flesh is covered with his memorizing love bites; until your thighs, cunt, ass was slick with his cum; Yuri wasn't going to stop until you understand the true definition of being A Wife to a Briar...

"You better pray you have makeup to cover up my marks."

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[astrophileous]

ZAHRA I DEMAND (request) A PART TWO OF JEALOUS REID I AM BEGGINGGGGG 🧎‍♀️😩🙏 I am actually in love with the way you write spencer like MY GAWD. MY GAWD.

your request (demand) shall be my command, your majesty 🙏

Warning(s): gn!reader, more jealous spencer bcs apparently it wasn't enough in the first one, a cheesy narration abt "change" 🤢🤢🤢 bcs why not.

This is part two for this blurb.

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

If there was one thing Spencer Reid always found peculiar about mankind, it would be the general lack of acceptance when it came to change.

Before today, Spencer never understood the science behind metathesiophobia: the fear of change. Unpredicted and terrifying as it was, change was necessary to keep the ubiquitous balance of the universe. Change existed in the smallest and biggest capacity of the world, and Spencer, for the life of him, had never been able to berate change for doing exactly what it was intended to do.

Until now.

As Spencer stood next to the copy machine just a few feet away from the kitchenette, eavesdropping a discussion he had no business injecting himself into, Spencer finally understood why many people in the world feared change. The noises coming from the machine in front of him were tumultuous, but Spencer craned his neck and ears to the best of his capabilities just so he could listen in better to the conversation.

"JJ," Spencer heard you say, "I'm telling you, I'm not interested."

"I haven't even told you anything about him yet!"

"Jennifer, it's not about the guy. I'm sure your friend is lovely, but I'm just... not looking for anything like that right now."

"C'mon, (Y/N)," JJ nearly whined. "Please, please, please, just think about this? How long has it been since you broke up with that Bran guy, anyway? You've been single for a while now, don't you think it's finally time for a change?"

Change.

The word tasted bitter as Spencer felt it burn all the way down his throat.

There was a beat of pause where Spencer's heart thundered inside its crate; reeling in suspense over what your answer was going to be. He heard your sigh before your voice arose once more, "Fine. Just text me his number and I'll handle the rest myself, okay?"

Spencer tuned everything out after that, safe for JJ's elated squeal that echoed nearly halfway through the bullpen.

The rest of the day unraveled like a tedious nightmare. After collecting his belongings, Spencer headed out of the bullpen with his car keys in hand. He was waiting for the elevator to arrive, internally cursing his decision for having driven to work that morning, when an unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"You're still here, Doctor?"

Spencer turned around to see you approaching from the direction of Penelope's office. The smile on your face reminded him of cotton candy: soft and sweet; just like the scent of your perfume as it engulfed Spencer's whole being.

"I thought you already left," Spencer muttered.

"No, I had things to take care of. How about you?"

"Yeah. Same."

The elevator arrived with a ding. You walked in after him and pressed the button for the lobby, your scent attacking Spencer's senses even more ruthlessly within the tiny metal box.

"You have any plans for the weekend, Doc?" you asked once the elevator started going down. "A hot date, perhaps?"

Spencer loathed the view of your cheeky smile, along with the teasing gesture of your eyebrows at the suggestion of him going on a date with another person. Here he was, propelling himself to the brink of insanity over the idea of you being on a date with anyone else but him, and you didn't even bat an eye at the prospect of Spencer being with someone else.

"No hot dates for me," he responded. The elevator opened with another ding. "Can't say the same about you, though, can I?"

Your inquisitive gaze slid his way.

"I heard you and JJ in the pantry." Spencer opened the lobby doors, allowing you to walk through before falling into step beside you again. "So, are you going?"

"On the date? I honestly don't know." The night breeze blew against your face. Spencer shuffled closer when he noticed your subtle shiver. "I haven't even texted him yet. I don't feel like it, to be honest. But JJ just seemed so excited about it, so the least I could do is try talking to him first, right?"

An interim silence settled between the two of you. Before long, Spencer spotted his Volvo being parked a few paces ahead. "This is me." Spencer gestured to the car.

"Nice ride." You smiled, humming appreciatively at the vehicle. "Well, I'll get going, then. See you Monday, Doc. Drive safe."

Spencer watched as you started to saunter away. A familiar flame had begun raging and licking up his spine since the moment you mentioned the phrase a hot date in Spencer's face, and now, he could feel that same flame taking a hold of the beating organ inside his chest.

"Don't do it."

You stopped in your tracks.

It took Spencer a few seconds to realize that the interruption had come from him.

"Don't text that guy."

You spun around fully to face him. "Why not?"

"Because I don't think you should go out with him."

You looked at Spencer strangely. "You don't even know the guy."

"I don't need to. I just—" Spencer's jaw hardened, "—I need you to swear to me. Please. Swear you won't go on the date."

Your forehead creased in confusion.

You knew what Spencer was saying didn't make sense, but what perplexed you even more were the words that came out of your mouth next, "Okay. I won't go on the date."

Spencer breathed out his relief as if you just granted him fresh air after years of being buried underground. He gripped his satchel tighter and fiddled with the strap, giving you a curt nod before he slipped inside the driver's seat of his car.

Spencer drove away after that, leaving you standing alone in the middle of Quantico's deserted parking lot as you stared feebly at the tire marks on the ground. A foreign fire had suddenly flickered inside your chest, and even if you didn't understand the significance of it yet, you knew that it must've had something to do with a specific genius profiler who just demanded you to back out of a date that hadn't even been planned yet.

After casting one last look towards his speeding Volvo in the distance, you turned around and headed for your own car, feeling the fire in your ribcage burn brighter with every single one of your steps.

[mustainegf]

hi!! i love ur works !! ur prob my favorite blogger on here :) i was wondering if you could write realllyyy dirty smut with kirk ? maybe like a daddy kink with a lot of degrading ?

Tbh I think kirk is totally either a Switch or bottom, but I like writing him rough ;)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ¹⁹⁹⁹

I'm lying naked on the bed, my body beading with sweat as Kirk Hammett towers over me. His gaze is riveted on my pussy, and in his eyes, I can see the hunger. "You little girl, you are such a bad girl," he growls in a low, husky voice.

I arch my back, and Kirk latches onto one of my nipples, sucking it hard. I moan as he nibbles and teases my sensitive skin. "Kirk, please," I whimper, hardly loud enough to hear over the pounding in my ears.

His eyes glint with devilry as he smirks. "Not yet, sweetheart." He releases my nipple, working his way down my body with his finger until it rests between my legs. I'm already wet, and he doesn't hesitate, pushing two fingers inside me.

"Fuck…" I moan, rolling my eyes back as he thrusts his fingers inside me. Kirk pumps deep within his fingers.

The friction builds until I’m cumming around his slender and skilled fingers. "You like that? You want more?" He teases, knowing exactly the buttons to press.

I nod, unable to form words. My body is in flames, craving more of him. Kirk pulls out his fingers and leaves me so empty. "Oh no, you don't get off that easy," he says, his face spreading into a wicked grin.

He crawls up my body, not breaking eye contact with mine. He situates himself between my legs, and I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance. "Are you ready for daddy?" he asks, his voice husky with lust.

I nod, unable to speak as he pushes inside me. I am filled to the brink, stretched to my limits. I gasp when he reaches the bottom, and Kirk bends to kiss me lightly on the lips.

"Daddy…" I whisper, my voice shaking. "Harder."

He chuckles, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. "You want it rough, baby?" He asks, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

I nod, and he slams into me, his cock pounds at my cervix. I cry out, the pleasure and pain threshold hitting me like a train.

Kirk grunts, his body slick with sweat as he thrusts deeper and harder.

"Fuck," I whine, the fingernails digging into his tan arms. "Deeper."

He obliges, driving himself inside me mercilessly. His curses are under his breath, words punctured by our heavy breathing. "You're so fucking… tight," he growls out, his voice quite hoarse.

My eyes roll back as he hits that sweet spot deep within me. "Oh god, daddy," I whine, trembling with pleasure. "Daddy… I'm gonna cum."

Kirk bends down, his lips brushing my ear. "Not yet, sweetheart." His thrusts come harder, his cock pounding inside me. My eyes widen at the repeated blows to that perfect spot.

The room echoes with my pleading cries and the sound of our bodies slapping together in some mad rhythm.

Kirk digs his fingers into my hips, yanking me closer to him as he buries himself deeper inside me.

"You're such a dirty little girl," he growls, low and husky. "You want to be fucked hard and dirty, don't you, slut?"

I nod, unable to speak as he continues to thrust into me. Kirk grabs my hair, pulling my head back roughly. "Say it," he demands.

"I'm a dirty little slut, daddy," I whimper, my voice muffled against the pillow.

Kirk smiles, his eyes blazing with intensity. "That's right, sweetheart." A final push and I felt another burst of pleasure explode within me once more.

After feeling the rise of my orgasm dissipate, Kirk pulled out of me, he was still hard, yet to cum. His hand began stroking himself to a hard pace lazily, though his eyes never left mine. "You're so goddamn beautiful when you cum," he said in an admiringly husky voice.

I blush, exposed but insanely thrilled. Kirk climbs off the bed, pulling me up to stand before him. "Turn around," he commands, and I do so without hesitation.

He moves behind me, his cock nudging against my entrance again. "You're still wet for me," he says, a statement rather than a question as he nips at my shoulder.

I nod, my pussy clenching with anticipation as Kirk slips back into me, filling me to the core. His hands grasped mine, pulling me back onto him as he begins fucking me again.

"Harder," I whimper, my voice muffled against the pillow.

Kirk complies with no issue, driving himself deeper with each stroke. I cry out again, my body trembling, as he hits that spot once more. "Oh god, daddy," I whine, shaking uncontrollably at this point in my body.

"Not yet," he growls, his voice barely recognizable over his own heavy breathing. He thrusts one last time, and I feel another orgasm detonate within me.

This time, as I come down from my high, I feel Kirk's warm cum spilling onto the sheets beneath us with that loud groan he always made whenever he came. We collapse into each other, our bodies slick with sweat and each others slick fluids.

Kirk pulls me close, his arms wrapping around me tight. "You're mine," he says, his voice low, possessive.

I nod, my body shivering. I am his, and he is mine. we are bound by our desires, our lusts, our love.

[neocitybooty]

Honey, I'm home. [M]

Summary: Your husband is constantly away but he makes up for it once he returns.

Genre: Smut, Aged up (early 30s)

Characters: Mark Lee, femme reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: unprotected sex, bodily fluids

A/N: Just some more Mark brainrot. This is also a treat because I've been so busy with life. I'm going to continue with my ongoing fics after this :)

You felt movement from the other side of the bed and a pair of arms wrapping around your waist, shortly after. You slowly blinked out of your sleep and stirred as you were greeted by the moonlight.

It was late.

You waited until midnight, but your husband, Mark…He didn’t show.

Disappointment was no foreign concept to you and it seemed to be a recurring theme in your marriage. You knew it wasn’t Mark's fault and you were well aware of what marrying him would mean for you. The kind of life you would live. Wealthy and pampered… but hidden.

No public posts. No public dates. Lonely birthdays. Lonely holidays.

At least for the time being.

But you loved him. And you knew he loved you too. Some things just couldn’t be helped.

“Babe..” Mark whispered softly in your ear. The familiar and innocent tone was enough to cause your lips to tug upward. You turned your body to wrap your arms and leg around him.

He chuckled and squeezed you tighter as you both buried your faces into each other’s neck.

“Yeah, I missed you too.” Mark said into your neck as he slid his hand into your shorts and softly rubbed your bare ass cheek. He gave it a firm squeeze before finally kissing you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt the warm flesh against your own. He pulled away but you immediately kissed him again.

He looked at you with a puzzled look on his face and you couldn’t help but caress his cheek as the cheekbone rose at a slant and his amused eyes twinkled underneath the moonlight.

“You want to do this right now?” Mark asked you. His voice was low and raspy. Taunting. He knew what you wanted. Because he wanted it too.

You didn’t get a chance to answer. Mark was already pulling off your shorts before you could process your thoughts.

A few hours prior, you were upset. You were complaining to your sister about missing out on yet another holiday because your husband wasn’t in town. You would be going to bed alone, with nothing but an “I love you” to keep you from reaching the brink of insanity. It was reassuring, but it just wasn’t enough. His physical presence was what you truly longed for.

Mark told you…. He told you….you wouldn’t spend Valentine’s day alone this year.

And yet...

You did. But in this moment, you believed a strike against him wouldn’t be fair. In the end, you would be falling asleep in his arms.

“I’m sorry I got back so late, baby. I rushed here as fast as I could.” He softly said into your ear, his tone genuinely apologetic.

You moaned in response as he slipped your lace underwear off of you. A trail of warm kisses decorated your neck as his fingers found his way between your legs. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck and shifted your head so you could kiss him deeply. You were now on your side and draped your leg over him once again.

You gasped and went stiff when you felt Mark’s fingers intrude your wet hole, his thumb gently rubbing your nub. The both of you could hear the squelching of your fluids as he found a steady rhythm. You let out a loud moan as your hips started to gyrate against his fingers.

“Shh, baby. You’re going to wake up the neighbors.” Mark kissed behind your ear and muttered a curse underneath his breath. “Just focus on me.”

Oh how you've missed this.

He brought his lips back to your's and you grew more aroused as your hips and tongue moved along with Mark’s fingers as he continued to slowly move his digits inside of you. You could feel his smile against your lips each time your body would tense up and you would clench around his fingers. But your mind was preoccupied with the taste of his hungry lips.

His kisses were urgent. Needy. Every kiss was as passionate as the last and you only wanted more.

He finally removed his fingers and you felt as though you were breathing for the first time. You heavily exhaled and moaned softly as your hips rolled, the feeling of emptiness becoming unbearable.

“Shiit.” Mark examined his glistening fingers. In awe at the amount of fluid that transferred. “You missed me this much? I can’t wait to show you how much I've missed you.” He bit his lip and gently pulled you onto him, slowly moving his hips as you straddled him.

You felt his hard cock underneath you and it finally dawned on you that Mark had been naked the entire time. He moaned softly when his tip made contact with your wet opening and you reacted by grabbing it and squatting right above it.

Mark reached over to the nightstand and turned on the dim lamp. You smiled at him once the light revealed his features. He responded with a warm smile that reached his eyes and gave you a nod. He did always love to watch.

You held eye contact with him as you slowly lowered yourself, letting his member disappear into your wet core. You gasped as you felt yourself stretching to accommodate his size after months of using alternatives that just didn’t measure up.

Mark whimpered underneath you and slid a hand up into your shirt to fondle a breast. You put your hand over his and started to ride him. Mark let out a breath as his eyes rolled back and he sank even lower into his pillow. You lifted yourself again and lowered slowly enough for you to savor the feeling. You let out a soft moan as you felt yourself getting wetter as the movement grew easier.

“Fuckkk.” Mark shook his head softly and bit his lip again. "Baby, I'm going insane…." Mark could barely finish the sentence before a quiet moan took over. His eyes shut tighter as his fingers dug deeper into your flesh. You yelped when he suddenly started fucking into you. You leaned forward, eventually switching from your feet to your knees, and rested your hand on his chest, a familiar sensation forming in your lower region.

“Are you close, baby? Wait for me. Let’s finish together, yeah?” Mark breathed out as he continued pounding into you. He pulled you into his chest and held your hands behind your back, by the wrists. His eyebrows scrunched together as he began to concentrate so he could last longer- but you began to shake.

“Oh babe no, wait.” Mark whined and gently flipped you over so he was on top. You moaned as he repositioned himself while still inside of you. He filled you up in ways you never thought possible,

You squirmed underneath him as months of pent up sexual frustration surged through Mark’s body. He plunged deeper into you with a long grunt and you instinctively held onto him.

“You take it so well.” He grunted into your ear as he pinned each hand to the sides of your head. He nuzzled his chin into your neck and exhaled as your entire body moved in unison with his thrusts. “I’m so close, baby. Oh fuck..”

You wrapped your legs around him as he stiffened and groaned. You felt the warmth of his seed spill into you as Mark rested on you.

He sighed and propped himself up to look at you with a smile.

“I didn’t finish…” You said softly.

“I've gathered….give me a few minutes and I’ll take care of it.” Mark said as he held eye contact with you. A small smile formed on his lips as he started to caress your cheek.

“Can you do that thing that I like?” You asked him shyly.

Mark let out a small laugh and kissed you. “We’re gonna need a towel.”

[rizsu]

“satoru? you okay?” you ask, “you're zoning out a lot.” sipping on your juicebox, your eyebrows furrow in concern. something's wrong with gojo today—he's distant, unresponsive and quiet. he's there physically but he's not there.

gojo responds with a hum, turning his head to you before speaking, “i'm okay, y/n.” he plasters an artificial grin as he shoves his hands in his pockets, jumping off the railing whistling before he continues again, “you ready to leave?”

suspicion clouds your mind. he's deflecting, you think. if there's another thing gojo's a master at, it's deflecting. a sour taste enters your mouth as a strong feeling overwhelms you. something's telling you gojo's on the brink of breaking.

concluding that it's best to not pressure him, you jump down to him. “ya, let's go!” slinging an arm over his shoulder, you match steps with him, bringing up random subjects to help him clear his mind a bit.

──

the mind's a scary place. in the mind holds countless thoughts, each holding different emotions. some people disliked being left in their mind, gojo enjoyed it. gojo relished in the feeling—the unhealthy feeling, though, it only held insanity; it's home to distasteful, unfiltered thoughts.

gojo sinks into the soft mattress, one arm resting over his eyes as he grins yet again. he thinks it's funny—hilarious, even. who is he? he questions himself, but rather, what is he? what is his purpose?

for all his life, he never felt like himself. he disassociated from reality more than he let utahime chew off his ears. he feels unlike himself but did he even know himself?

gojo satoru, nonchalant to his peers yet disregards all respects for his enemies.

gojo satoru, the pride of the gojo clan.

gojo satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

gojo satoru, gojo satoru.

again, his head feels fuzzy. swallowing a harsh gulp, he feels his mouth go dry, his heart rate increases each second, static covering his vision, he's near his limit.

humans feared the dark, ready to dismiss it but gojo greets it—he greets it with hazed eyes and his signature playful smile.

when's the last time gojo's let himself go? he wonders, looking for the absent answer. cold sweat introduces itself to the stage named ‘gojo’. he clenches his jaw hard, cracking his knuckles in attempts to distract himself.

the tsunami (insanity) grows in height each second. it sneers at the humans (gojo) below, grinning at the fear-instilled bodies before it crashes, dominating and marking the area (gojo's mind) as its own. it muffles the ear-bleeding noise (his remaining sanity) as it finally settles in—crashing everything like a tyrant overtaking his soon-to-be throne.

you again, huh? gojo thinks. he talks to himself, looking at the bloodied teenager. he, the teenager, is wrecked—beaten yet standing. a shadow blocks off everything on his face but one eye that illuminates in gojo's view.

it's a one versus one. a fight with himself; a fight with one of his many versions. to be honest, he'd rather have a battle with six year old gojo.

gojo turns off his infinity, though there's not a single reason to but he doesn't know that. he's already given into the feeling that's been creeping around him like a cat creeping around some tuna.

in gojo's mind currently, he's being attacked by everything. geto, toji, random people and curses he killed, himself, hell even sukuna; they're all at him at once.

he doesn't know why nor does he want to know. all he hopes for is that someone—more specifically you—brings him back to his damned reality.

──

“should i..? but it's kinda late...” mumbling to yourself, you fight your demons for an answer. your watch reads “11:27 PM” and your right consciousness tells you to leave, he's probably asleep but your demons tell you to open that damn door. 

you'd leave if you didn't suddenly remember the way he was lost in his head earlier. “you know what, fuck it.” you say to yourself before announcing your arrival, “satoru, 'm here!”

no response, which isn't uncommon yet the aggravated pores say otherwise. kicking your shoes off at the door, you enter his living room. it's dimly lit showing little signs of activity. did he even eat dinner? you question before resting the brown bag of snacks on his counter.

humming in disapproval, you quietly wander until you reach his room's door. a dark energy emits from under the door—almost as if a grade a curse broke in. clicking your tongue, you knock softly on his door, “satoru?”

yet again, no response. maybe he's really asleep, you think but the overwhelming feeling that something isn't right forces you into his room.

in your vision lies gojo—a raw gojo. there he lays, a numb body with an expressionless face, eyes red but closed. taking quiet steps to his bed, you sit on the edge brushing his fringe gently with a finger.

with that, he opens his eyes. he looks drained, tired, done; his body feels unreal—as if it's not his own. pushing the weak feeling aside, he greets you with another artificial smile and a hoarse voice saying “hey.”

he looks at your worried expression yet does nothing to soothe it. usually, he'd crack a stupid joke but he doesn't have the energy. even breathing tires him out.

you don't talk to him—at least not yet. right now you're busying yourself with the state he's in. his face holds little energy, his chest moves up and down in slowed rhythm, his adam's apple constantly dances at his every swallow, his eyes show no emotion that's not exhaustion. in short: he's done and completely dusted.

“you caved in again, didn't you?” questioning him with intentions of receiving an answer, you turn around to reach for your bottle of water.

“i guess i did.” he answered, eyes following your moves as he doesn't know what to focus on.

sneaking a hand under his head, you move the bottle to his lips, gesturing for him to drink. gojo accepts the water, downing at least half before laying back down. he sighs deeply, closing his eyes again as the aftermath of his episode settles in.

“wanna talk about it?”

“nah, i'm just chilling with the consequences y'know.”

“satoru.”

“my bad.” quick to apologise, a light laugh escapes him before he sits up to match you.

leaning against the headboard, gojo pulls you into frame, snaking his arms around your waist as he sinks his head into your shoulder. you lean into him, raising a hand to pat his head before speaking.

“how about we relax in the bath, hmm?”

“inna few,” he replies, tightening his grip on you before he continues, “just stay like this, please.”

you whisper a soft “okay” while you play with his hand, intertwining your fingers before bringing them to your lips for a kiss.

[gotham-daydreams]

Well that took a dark turn-

ANYWAYS what if reader escapes their first kidnapped Attemp from batfam and just dissappears, like go into hiding, and they can't be tracked down for a few weeks, what will batfam do?? Do you think the reader will be able to do that? 👀 👀 (I love this series and the ideas anons are giving ıts amazing<33)

What can I say? With yanderes there are only dark corners that progressively get darker the further you go.

(Also I'm glad! And I agree!! The ideas the anons are giving are amazing and I love them to bits!)

As for your question, in the series I don't believe that the reader will be able to fully achieve that. Since with what actually happens- well, it's kind of complicated, though they could try!

In a hypothetical scenario (that, once again, doesn't involve what'll happen in the series), the Batfam, in short, would freak the fuck out all over again.

Granted, they do have more information about the reader this time around, compared to when they first started looking for them. However, that doesn't seem to help, as they aren't able to locate the reader anywhere. Having even more trouble than the first night they tried looking for them, which is kind of saying something.

As you've said, it takes them a few weeks. Though by the first week they're already on the brink of insanity.

The Batfam finally had a taste of what life could've been with the reader in it. Of what life is like with the reader in it. Only for that to get taken away from them... and maybe it is deserved. Maybe that's just karma finally biting back, and showing the Batfam the one good thing that's ever happened to them, only to take it away. Only to steal it away again, to pour more pounds of salt on their aching wounds. Maybe it's what they deserve for ignoring the reader, and neglecting them for so long.

But they don't care.

They had the reader. They finally managed to bring them back home- and this happens? The reader ends up disappearing all over again? They leave again? But why? Didn't they want this too? Didn't they want to be a part of the family? What happened to that? Why can't they have it anymore? Why does the reader keep running away?

Y'know how I said in that one post where an anon asked "what would happen if the reader moved to a different country, instead of staying in Gotham?" (Or something around those lines-), that the Batfam would not only lose their minds, but be on the very brink the moment they find the reader, and thus, don't even have to think before kidnapping them? Well, this is very similar to that, except during those few weeks, at least a few of them absolutely tip over.

The moment they find the reader they don't even wait. No more slow approaches or mind games, they need the reader- now.

Nothing is going to change that. Nothing is going to get in the way of that. Not anymore. Not ever.

The reader wouldn't even get a chance to react or even make the smallest sound. All they know is that they were just suddenly minding their own buisness, albeit very paranoid and trying to be the most cautious they could, and then they saw black. By the time they wake up? They're back in their room in the manor. Maybe with a few... things missing if you catch my drift.

Since, now, well-

The Batfam will prioritize having the reader with them over any song or tune they'll ever hear them play.

The reader is what matters most to them, and they're never letting go. Never.

Even if it means taking away thing that'll limit them further. The Batfam is always there to help, so surely there isn't a problem, right? If anything, this just unlocks new bonding opportunities! Isn't that great! Are you happy?

Now the reader nees them more than ever, and they wouldn't have it any other way. :]

Regardless, when I do finally manage to get part 3 out and also part 4 (whenever that'll be-), maybe why I think that the reader in the "Not [ ]" series won't be able to fully accomplish this will be more clear! Since it is a little intense what happens, and will screw the reader over enough. Though it also may further encourage to escape somehow, we'll see!

Anyway, I hope this answered your questions!!

[vanteguccir]

Chris/Matt using a vibrator on youuu

I'm a total freak with the image of Matt using a vibrator in you, I just know your own intense pleasure from the toy makes this man go absolutely insane and numb 😫‼️ AND LET ME TELL YOU when he makes you reach a squirt for the first time with his stimulation? He won't ever stop!

- a small blurb about matt using a vibrator on you -

The bed was a mess, the sheets soaked with sweat and arousal. The room was filled with Y/N's desperate moans, her cries echoing off the walls. Matt was kneeling between her legs, his eyes fixed on every reaction she had to the relentless touch of the vibrator on her swollen clit.

"Look at the mess you've made, bunny." He murmured, his voice a mix of fascination and perverse satisfaction. The vibrator was on full mode, its intense vibrations pulling sounds from Y/N she didn't even know she could make. "You're so wet... all for me."

Y/N could barely breathe, her hips writhing uncontrollably as Matt pressed the vibrator harder against her clit.

"Matt, please." She begged, her words almost unintelligible through her moans. "Right the-ere."

He chuckled softly, a laugh laced with cruel pleasure. He leaned forward, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking and nibbling as the vibrator continued its relentless torture. Y/N's body arched, a scream escaping her lips.

"You're so beautiful like this, so desperate for me." He whispered against her skin, his words sending waves of pleasure and humiliation through her body. Matt was obsessed with her reactions, his eyes gleaming with each spasm and moan. He wanted more, needed to see how far she could go.

He slid a hand between her legs, his skilled fingers finding her slick entrance.

"Let's see how much you can take." He murmured, his fingers slipping inside her, matching the frenzied rhythm of the vibrator. Y/N screamed, her body shaking violently with the double stimulation.

Matt was in ecstasy, each moan and whimper from her fueling his desire. He pressed the vibrator even harder against her clit, his fingers moving with precision inside her, finding and exploring every sensitive spot.

"I want you to come for me, now." He commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Y/N's body was on the brink of collapse, the pressure inside her building to unbearable levels. With one last desperate cry, she exploded, her orgasm ripping through her with an intensity that left her breathless. Liquid gushed from her, soaking the already wet bed even more.

Matt watched, fascinated, as she writhed and arched, her body completely surrendering to the pleasure. He continued to stimulate her clit with the vibrator, prolonging her orgasm until she was gasping and exhausted, her body trembling from exertion.

"Good girl." He whispered, finally turning off the vibrator and withdrawing his fingers from her. He pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair and murmuring soothing words as she recovered. "You were amazing."

Y/N was breathing heavily, still feeling the remnants of pleasure coursing through her body.

"I... I love you." She managed to say, her voice weak but full of emotion.

[bitter-me]

Pookie please!

At first I'm fine with the open ending of Welt x Reader ome. But then you go on ahead and make a sequel with a cliffhanger. Please my heart can't take it.

I won't force you t continue it if you don't want to. I just wanted to say it's amazingly written. And if you did ever wanted to go back continuing that, I'd be looking forward to it. (Be it more angst or bittersweet ending or even happy one. I'm content because I'm just that starving for Welt x male reader)

The very long awaited part three

Yes, Your Excellency

Part One | Part two | Part Three (You're here)

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Welt Yang | M. Reader

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"I will gladly play the part, so that you may shine, my sun."

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Once upon a time in a kingdom far away..

Lived a princess only 14 years of age.

There wasn't anything this princess couldn't have with a boy just like her serving as her right hand man..

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Those are the words he have said to her multiple times, from the very beginning. He was there as he watch his Lady build an empire from nothing. Her anxiousness... her fears.. her loneliness... her suffering..

He saw it all.

His dear Christine.

She was truly.. the light in his tunnel..

Even after everything, she still smiles and answers to her people. Truly a kind and thoughtful ruler.

And he's more than happy to be by her side. To guide her. And comfort her at her lowers.

She was everything to him.

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The Stellaron Crisis brought many disasters and ailments. The suffering the people felt, their loved ones who are clutching their last straws. It breaks his heart. Truly it did.

It breaks his heart that Her Excellency has to watch her people suffer.

Her face which was once filled with joy was replaced by a somber expression. Her tone was so soft and full of life has turned sorrowful.

It breaks his heart... Truly... it did..

How could they.. turned such a beautiful person who's full of life into.. this..

It's unforgettable!

And as her right hand man, he will solve this Crisis and finally... bring back that smile that once adored her face.

He endured many sleepless nights and devoted himself to his research. He doesn't care what it takes. He will save her. The Stellaron Crisis is out of control, what if Her Excellency gets infected by its disease? What if she was suffering from the ailment this entire time! He has to! He has to save her! Whatever it takes!

"You worked so hard on trying to solve the Stellaron Crisis. I can see why you're Her Excellency's right hand man."

The day the Nameless arrived at their humble planet, claiming wanting to help and lend their aid. He was skeptical. How could these... people.. be as what they claim to be? How could he know they won't harm anyone? How could he know they won't harm her?

He didn't say anything as he kept vigilant.

They complimented him. Calling him a responsible and caring man for devoting himself to his research on the Crisis that had plagued his home.

Of course.

How could he not?

When she is also affected by it?

She doesn't deserve this.

She doesn't deserve any of this.

Her beloved kingdom.. on the brink of collapsing..

Oh how heartbroken she must be..

Which is why...

He's taking things into his own hands.

He can't just sit idly and see her suffering like that everyday.

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"Whatever it takes?"

"How bold~"

"Then why don't you accept our offer?"

"We can help you!"

Their voices are loud. Oh so loud. They begged and persuaded him. Trying to get him on their side.

"We can give you power.. so you can protect her."

Their offers are very tempting. Very very tempting.

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The Nameless.. as righteous as they are.. never would he thought one of them could be so interested in him. That man talked to him so casually as if they're old friends, maybe more.

He was never good with names.

But his name seems to stick to him for some reason. The chatter and the gift that man had given. It somehow.. stuck to him in a way he never knew existed.

He felt like he had gone insane.

They're strangers and yet.. it felt like.. they knew each other for so long..

"Oh? What's this?"

"Have you found another?"

"How cruel of you.. to forsake your beloved.."

No... No.. No!! Nonononononononononono!!! He can't!! Her Excellency!! She's—!

"You can't deny it though."

Shut up.. just shut up!

Their voices grew loud as their demans became more tempting by the second.. The Nameless.. as righteous as they may be.. Could he truly trust them..? Trust them to.. solve this Crisis..? Trust them to.. save her..?

Of course not.

How could he? How could he trust them? They're just some random people!! They came uninvited claiming they wanted to help!! Who do they think he is?! He's Her Excellency's right hand! Christine's right hand!

"You know what..? Sure.. I accept."

.

.

.

.

.

"They're nothing but fools."

"No one can save her."

"No one but me."

[changetyre]

Not like this (P10) II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death, slow burn.

A/N: Better late than never...

As you sped away into the night, tires screeching against the damp pavement, the silence in the car seemed louder than that of the gunfire you'd just escaped. You kept your gaze trained forward, unwilling to betray any hint of the turmoil in your mind. You never meant to drag him into this mess, yet here he was, determined to help you when he could have easily abandoned you or killed you. 

You hadn't spoken a word since you'd bolted from his place, the weight of unspoken thoughts hanging heavily in the car. Finally, he broke the silence, voice low but tense.

"Did you let anyone see you? In your little escapade?" he asked his grip tight on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road.

You glanced at him, unsure whether it was anger or something else. "No. I was careful Charles."

His jaw clenched. "You're sure no one caught even a glance?"

"I don't know," You replied honestly, averting your gaze. "It's possible Charles...I-I don't know."

He scoffed. "You don't know..." he repeated your words. 

"Charles I told you you didn't have to do this. Are you second-guessing your decisions? Why did you even run with me then?" I questioned him, aware of the building tension between us. 

He laughed bitterly. "Good question. Maybe I have a weakness for trouble. Or maybe," he glanced at you, his dark eyes softening as he looked at you, "I'm not as willing to let you go as I should be."

You let out a shaky breath. Your walls, carefully constructed over years of deceit and control, felt dangerously close to crumbling. Here you were, vulnerable and exposed, relying on the man you'd once thought of as nothing but an enemy. 

"Pull over," You said abruptly, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shot you a sideways glance, eyebrows knit in confusion. "Are you insane? Do you want to get killed now? They could have followed us you know?"

"Just pull over!" you screamed, your desperation left no room for argument.

Reluctantly, he guided the car to a secluded side street, the engine growing silent. You leaned forward, your head in your hands, and your breathing was uneven.

For a moment, he thought you might be on the brink of passing out, the overbearing weight of everything finally overtaking you. But then you lifted your head, meeting his gaze with a fierceness he hadn't seen in you in a long time.

"You don't get it, do you?" you laughed, a defeated laugh, voice shaking with a mixture of anger. 

"Whoever did this to me...whoever is coming after me won't stop. They're cruel. They've already wiped out everyone in my circle, everyone I ever cared about, and trusted. They just came after you too Charles. I'm the last loose end...and anyone who gets close to me becomes a target, you've become a target." you looked him straight in the eyes. 

"I'm not exactly a stranger to danger," he replied, his voice calm but with a firmness to it. "You think I haven't faced threats before? I'm not some helpless bystander."

"This is different Charles" you insisted, frustration evident in your voice. "They're organized, smart. They know my moves, my strengths, my weaknesses. And now...they know you're involved."

His expression softened, and he reached over, his hand grasping yours, warm and grounding. "I'm not running away. As I said, we're doing it together...and we'll be ready"

You stared at him, still confused as to why he was so adamant to stay by your side. For so long, you'd built your life around distrust, convinced that everyone would betray you. But here he was, offering support...and maybe something else she was to scared to face. 

"Ok." I nodded looking down at your linked hands, a small sigh of resignation slipping out. "This won't be pretty Leclerc. There's no telling what they'll throw at us next."

He smirked, shifting the car back into gear. "Let them come." His tone was so confident it almost made me believe there was no way we would be defeated. 

Charles started driving again, in silence, but it was different this time. The tension that had once simmered between you now felt like something else his hand remained linked with yours and it wasn't awkward. You tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened whenever his fingers brushed against your hand or the way he would use your hand to change gears instead of letting go. You tried focusing on formulating a plan, piecing together the scattered fragments of information you had.

"We need somewhere safe to hide out," he said after a while, breaking her thoughts. 

"I know a place," she replied, her voice steady. "But I have no way to tell if it's compromised. Could be dangerous."

"Risks don't scare me." Charles smiled. 

You hesitated. "It's an old safehouse on the outskirts of the city, that belonged to my great-grandparents. Hardly anyone knows about it. Or at least I hope." 

"We can't keep driving forever. We have to risk it." Charles agreed. 

You nodded, Your mind already shifting into a tactical mode, plotting the next steps. If you reached the safehouse, you'd have a chance to gather supplies, and maybe even access some information about who was behind the attack. But a gnawing doubt and fear lingered, that the safehouse was already compromised. 

The drive felt endless, the road twisting through darkened streets and deserted alleyways. You drove all night, city lights faded as you moved toward the outskirts, replaced by the eerie silence and loneliness of abandoned buildings. Finally, you arrived, the safehouse looked just like every other abandoned house you'd passed, with no indication of recent activity. 

You'd exited the car cautiously, scanning the area for any sign of movement. You led him to a hidden door on the side of the building, taking a deep breath before pressing a series of numbers into a camoflaged keypad. A few seconds passed before a door clicked open, and you both quickly slipped inside, your relief was palpable as the heavy door sealed shut behind you.

The safe house was sparse, a relic from another life. Dust covered the surfaces, and the air was stale, but it was uncompromised. You motioned for him to sit while you searched for supplies, grabbing a first-aid kit from a cabinet in the corner.

"You're bleeding," he noted, his tone a mixture of surprise and concern.

You glanced down, You'd noticed the red seeping through your clothes in the car but chose to say anything knowing Charles would only grow concerned. But the adrenaline was fading, and the pain was creeping up. "I'll be fine. I've handled worse." You waved him off. 

He took the kit from your hands, his gaze dark. "Sit down." he ordered.

You relented, allowing him to tend to your deep but minor wound. You couldn't help but be reminded of the night that started it all, Charles's touch once harsh and uncaring now the opposite. 

His was careful and precise, and you found yourself studying him, the light furrow of his brows. You once hated him, seeing him as nothing more than an obstacle in her way. But now, as he focused intently on your wounds, you felt a strange warmth bloom in your chest, one you didn't dare acknowledge.

"Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

He looked up, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. "Don't make this a habit." He joked. 

"You growing fond of me Leclerc?" You smirked. He stared at you, your gazes locking for a few seconds but he didn't answer. 

"We need to figure out who's behind this," he said finally, breaking the silence. "I might have a few contacts who might know something, but it's a gamble."

You nodded. "I might know some people to, it seems whoever is behind this knows I'm not dead so there's no point in trying to stay invisible anymore."

"Then we'll start there." His voice was steady, but his gaze lingered on you, searching. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"I don't have a choice," you replied, your expression hardening. "Whoever did this won't stop until I'm dead. I have to face them head-on."

The determination in your voice was fierce, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration. You were stronger than he'd ever accepted, and despite everything, he was glad to be by your side.

It took 3 days. You took turns sleeping making sure someone was always alert, when you were both away you worked together to plan your next steps, to find information. On the third day once it was finally getting dark you set your plan into motion. 

You were going to split up, each to contact your own sources, gathering whatever intel you could find. You had insisted it was safer this way, less chance of both of them being targeted at once, he had refuted, adamant on sticking together but you had somehow convinced him despite a part of you hating the idea of leaving his side. You agreed that maximum in a week from now you were to meet here again. 

If one of you didn't show up...it was clear what that meant. 

"Promise me you'll be careful," you said, surprising yourself with the fragility of your voice.

He gave you a reassuring nod, his hand taking yours in an action that had become familiar. "You too." his grip on your hand tightened. "We're going to get through this." he sighed as if also trying to convince himself of this. 

With one last glance, you parted ways. 

[moonlight-prose]

✧ BODY PAINT ✧

a/n: i feel like every fic with the moon bois this kinktober is just a little uhinged. probably cause i'm head over heels for them and preparing for fics in november. but i personally want to live in this fic. the title is based of an arctic monkey's song but it's also really obvious in the context of the fic. a massive thank you to @soulores for beta reading this for me babes!

day seven - creampie | kinktober 2023

summary: "his touch brought you to life. that oh so familiar feeling ignited your body in a way that you’d never experienced before."

word count: 1.4k+

pairing: steven grant x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, p in v sex, creampie, being hopelessly in love, desperation, cumplay, the title is exactly what this is, steven paints you in...

His touch brought you to life. That oh so familiar feeling ignited your body in a way that you’d never experienced before. His fingers slid along your bare skin, soft and gentle, but you knew they’d shift eventually. The part of him that was firm, slightly rough in just the perfect way, was simmering beneath the surface—waiting for your request. For the way your lips would perfectly form around a beg of his name.

“Pretty,” he mumbled, tracing the curve of your breast in the bra you’d worn for him tonight.

Your lips quirked up, eyes catching his as you writhed beneath his hand, wanting more than he would give you. This wasn’t unusual. At least not for the two of you. Steven was the man who would give and give until you were begging for him to take—for it to be your turn to give. And that’s how you would wind up here. Panting beneath him as he built you up until you were nearly gone.

“Touch me,” you gasped, hips bucking up into his—the heaviness of his cock pressing against your thigh made your mouth water.

His lips pulled up into a sincere grin. “I am touching you love.”

“No—” His fingers pulled at your nipple through the fabric and your head fell back. The breath being ripped from your chest.

“What do you want?”

You slung your leg over his bare hip, the slick that practically soaked through your panties no doubt coating his skin as he lay atop you. While he was busy taking his time, you knew that he was on the very brink. Going just as insane as you were. He grunted against your throat when your hips canted up again, grinding against his cock.

The sticky feeling of his precum coated the top of your thigh. He was leaking for you, begging you without words, and that was the final thing that broke you. Digging your hand into his curls you brought his lips to yours, moaning when his tongue slid perfectly against yours. Steven tasted like that singular emotion you could never grasp onto before him. You wanted to call it love, and you’d be right to say it. But there was something more there.

A feeling you’d never believed could have existed.

Some would call it obsession, but you knew they’d be wrong to assume.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, grinding into you as his hand kneaded your breast, lips trailing down your jaw.

“Want you inside me baby,” you whimpered.

His head shot up, eyes drinking in the desperation painted clear across your face—your eyes shimmering with it. Pressing his lips against yours, he worked to push your panties to the side, sliding his cock through your slick. A ragged sound tore from his chest when he felt the wet slide of your pussy against his leaking cock—how you were already so ready for him. You wanted to wrap yourself around him, dig your way into his chest and burrow so deep he would never be able to get you out. But that’s the thing about Steven.

He’d let you stay. Happily.

“You’re so wet,” he marveled, your spit trailing along his bottom lip when he pressed himself at your entrance, his eyes nearly rolling back when he began to sink into you. “Oh fuck love.”

Your mouth dropped open, nails digging into his back at the feeling of him stretching you. The slight sting of pain mixing with the pleasure that struck you like a bolt of lightning. A garbled sob echoed in the room, your head tipping back into the pillow and body pressing into him even further. If you could live in this moment forever, you would. The thrum of your heartbeat quick and erratic, your head fuzzy as he thrusted into you until his hips met yours.

“S-Steven—”

“I’m here,” he gasped, his hand blindly searching for yours. “Gonna—ah—take care of you.”

Originally he wanted to take his time, watch you break beneath his soft touches and gentle kisses. But there was an impatience to both of you tonight. Something tantalizing that tore through every layer of patience you might have had—shoving forward the desire that burned through both of you. You wanted him to take, to chase that feeling that built up in both of you, and Steven was more than happy to comply.

His tongue slid along yours, hand pressing yours into the mattress when he started moving. Thrusting into at a pace that only stoked the fire—driving you higher with each shove of his hips into yours. He moaned, the sound broken and fragmented as he only sped up his movements. Driving into you with a force that had your toes curling; the breath catching in your lungs.

“So good,” he mumbled, biting down lightly on your bottom lip—his brows pulled tight as he staved off the building pressure in his body.

Meeting his thrusts with short movements of your own, you felt his body shudder. The strength he had in his arms now wavering as he felt your pussy clamp down around him. The wet heat of you was too much—addictive in the best possible way. And he wanted more. He wanted to see himself drip out of you—wanted to smear you in him. Paint you until you were exactly how he saw you. The most priceless piece of art in a museum.

“Want to cum in you.”

You gasped, your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock. “Yeah?”

He nodded frantically, his fingers digging into your hip. “Wanna—hng—drip out of you. Paint you in me.”

That indescribable feeling pulled at your chest, wrapping you in its heat and you chased it. Urged him on with the soft begging that he loved to hear. Whimpers of please baby, please give it to me were pressed to his jaw, your body floating so high you were afraid you’d never come back down.

“Let me feel it,” you breathed, wrapping your legs around his hips so tight he could barely pull out.

A sound tore from his chest, his body tense as he fought against finishing. But you could see the pure want in his eyes. The need that rose to the surface as he looked at you—traced the curve of your face and lips. He wouldn’t last that much longer, but you knew Steven refused to finish before you. It was like his personal rule. Yet you also understood what you needed more than anything else.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand reached down in between your bodies—fingers curling around his balls. A choked sound escaped his throat, his eyes slamming shut as you tugged on him gently—shoving him (and you) off the edge within seconds. He cried out, his cock slamming into you so deep it pressed right where you needed when he came. Spurting into you with a ragged gasp of air, his body pressing you fully into the mattress—nearly shoving the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he gasped, your name tumbling from his swollen lips.

But you could barely hear him. Your pussy fluttered around him, body shaking as that burning flame sucked you under. Moaning his name softly, you felt him keep going—thrusting into you at the perfect angle to prolong your release. To keep you right there.

You couldn’t be sure how long you lay there, catching your breath as he softened inside of you, his cock twitching every now and then. But then you felt it. His fingers dipping down to where you were spread on his cock, his cum leaking out and dripping down your inner thighs. He smeared it on his fingers, grazing your clit as he moved and dragging another moan from your chest.

“Stay still,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck as he pressed his sticky and shiny fingers to your chest. “I meant it, love.”

Heat spilled into your stomach, eyes tracing the trail his fingers left behind. A shiny slickness of your combined releases. You felt your mouth water—eyes heavy lidded and still cloudy with lust. Steven was ever the man of his word. This was no exception as he slid his fingers back down, pressed into you right along his cock, filling you even further. All to gather that sinful combination and spread it along your skin.

To paint you in it.