#Can You Increase Height By Stretching

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Head Full of Stars

cw. nsfw, afab omega!reader, alpha!hongjoong, heat/rut, possessiveness, overstimulation, strength kink, tummy bulge, creampies, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, pussy drunk joong, scent kink, marking, praise *not proofread, just pure horny

[I wrote this fic with my pussy bruh like it’s pure filth] I took an a/b/o test before this and got omega 🧍🧍

His rut is getting closer, you can feel the air around him get heavier. You were lying in bed when Hongjoong came home earlier than he said he would be. He crowded your space with no remorse, heat rolling off of him in waves.

The energy in the room shifted as he was sent into full throttle with his rut. Your senses are beyond overwhelmed; trying to adjust to the amount of alpha hormones radiating off of him but the only thing it’s making you do is produce more and more slick. You shudder under him, core pulsing with the need for a knot, his knot, your alpha’s knot.

Hongjoong buried his nose in your neck, taking deep inhales of your scent. It makes him dizzy, uselessly rutting his throbbing cock against your drooling pussy. You cling to his shoulders tightly. Hongjoong rips your and his clothes to shreds, stuttering out apologies as he rubs his cock through your slicked folds.

You whimpered pathetically as you watched him rub his cock through your slick. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, ‘mega. Need you, need you now-” Hongjoong leaned back, hooking your legs over his elbows. He hurriedly pushed in, bottoming out immediately. He tried to hold still to let you adjust but your pussy was so fucking tight and warm around his thick cock.

Hongjoong started with shallow thrusts, increasing his speed embarrassingly fast as his instincts took over. Hongjoong’s nails dug into your thighs as he used them as leverage to pull you into his hips. You whimpered at the familiar burn of the stretch. Hongjoong’s cock may not be proportionate to his height and built but it certainly lives up to his title as an alpha.

Normally he’d demand eye contact but he can see that his cock is fucking any sense of coherency out of that pretty head of yours. But it’s okay, Hongjoong loved to fuck the thoughts out of you; he thinks you look the prettiest when you’re taking his cock. Hongjoong can feel himself losing it, but he can see that you’ve already lost it.

You’re letting yourself get taken with the pleasure, doing what you do best; lying pretty and letting your alpha take care of you. Hongjoong growled low in his throat as he inhaled your scent again. He lapped over the mating mark on your neck, rocking his hips even harder. ‘Mine’ That’s the only word replaying in his head.

Hongjoong has you damn near folded in half, drilling his obscenely thick cock into your aching cunt. “Alph- ah-!” Your sweet voice made him groan, his eyes following the way your hand slid between your bodies. Hongjoong could feel his knot grow, catching around your pretty and stretched hole.

He watched you press against the bump he made in your lower stomach, his eyes rolling back as he felt the pressure inside you grow. “My sweet omega, my pretty girl. You want it?” You don’t know how Hongjoong dares to tease you right now but it makes you throb nonetheless.

“Want my knot? Want alpha’s knot?” He chuckles softly, his usual teasing smirk on his face. You whine more at his teasing, pressing harder against the bump in your stomach. Hongjoong falters slightly, reeling his hips back before driving in again, letting his knot slip in too. Your back bows deeply, coming around his cock with a mewl. Hongjoong lets out a shaky breath as he pulses inside you.

You’re breathing is laboured, uselessly pushing at his chest. Hongjoong lets your legs fall to his sides, cradling your face gently. “It’s okay, ‘mega. Just relax, pretty.” Hongjoong watched as you tried to steady your breathing, guiding you through it as he sneakily trailed his hands down your body. His fingers traced over your clit.

You started thrashing immediately, your nails digging into his shoulders. Hongjoong remained still, your needy omega state far too weak to move Hongjoong in his now pussy drunk state. He continued to play with your clit, moaning at the way you clenched around his cock. He had subconsciously let more of his scent ripple off of him, as he felt your body getting warmer the more he played with you.

Hongjoong pressed his mouth to your neck, painting dark hickeys across your skin. You continued to squirm, body too sensitive to know what it wants. Hongjoong gently pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger, feeling his knot finally start to deflate slightly. He inhaled your scent again, the smell flooding his senses. “So sweet, my pretty mate,”

Hongjoong licked at your neck, gently pulling his hips back. He can feel your body shudder against his, pressing his chest to yours as your pussy leaked his cum. Your scent has now clouded his mind, driving him further into his rut mindset. His lips curled into a snarl as he pushed back in, continuing his pace from before. His thrusts got harder with each push, more pheromones rolling off of him as he buried his cock in you. Hongjoong mumbled into your neck, a possessive growl rumbling from his chest.

“Pups. Needs to give you pups. Need you big and swollen with my pups.” Hongjoong can’t stop the images of you with a pretty bump, carrying his pups. “Gonna look so pretty. Gonna give me strong pups, right? Give alpha nice, strong pups?” You dumbly nodded, whimpering as each thrust drives more cum in and out of you.

You’ve lost count of the orgasms you’ve had but it doesn’t matter as Hongjoong continues to lose himself in you as he babbles nonsense. Hongjoong’s flooded your pussy with more than he’s ever produced in his life. The only thought now, in the forefront of his mind, is to knot, knot, and knot. He needs to knot you again.

He needs to feel you stretch around his knot, needs to feel your pussy wrap around his knot, needs to cum in you one more time. He feels like another useless alpha know only knows how to pump and dump but you wrap yourself around him so tight, letting him sink into you one more time.

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If you can! Could you do TFO Sentinel Prime x Advisor Cybertronian Reader? 😽

Pairing: Sentinel Prime x gn!advisor!Reader Rating: SFW-ish Summary: Working to keep the city of Iacon running as efficiently as possible proves to be difficult when the bot in charge has a tendency to throw a wrench in your plans. Warnings/Tags: cybertronian reader, implied toxic dynamics, brief mention of vomiting, one-sided attraction, or is it?, and corruption. Word Count: 1400+ words 

Digits danced along the bright screen detailing the reports of data collected from the guards overseeing the mines. Your optics brightened as you processed the numbers and spotted a few increases. 

Shifting your weight from pede to pede, your lower derma was bitten as you narrowed in on the section of the report where the increase was evident. 

This meant another promotion was on the horizon, perhaps you should schedule a meeting with-

The datapad in your servos disappeared and when you snapped your gaze to glare at the thief, the heat of your glare was extinguished into an optic ridge lifting as your helm craned to look up at the face of your superior who came into view. 

"___." Hearing your destination roll off his glossa felt like a group of scraplets biting at your circuits. Eating away at you until you're nothing left but an empty husk of everything wrong with you. 

"...Sentinel," You greeted with a nod. Your optics locked onto the datapad before switching between the device and his face. Your arm lifted briefly as your digits curled slightly toward the pad. "May I…?" 

"Oh…this thing?" Sentinel rose the datapad above his helm, knowing your stature couldn't reach such heights. "You want this…why?" 

"It is mine." 

"And?" 

"I need it, sir." 

"Is that so?" Sentinel observed the way your dermas pursed and digits flexed stiffly. The mech felt a warm fuzzy feeling erupt in his chassis in seeing you squirm within his presence. The tip of his glossa swiped over his bottom derma, "Y'know, I've been meaning to ask you a few things and I think this is the perfect time to do so!" 

"But I-" 

"-what do you do in your spare time? Me, I like to…"

You squeezed your optics shut and blocked out the sound from your audials. Your fears grew as Sentinel turned on his heel and walked away with your datapad in servo. 

You really needed it back to be able to continue your work. Without the sensitive information on your personal datapad, you wouldn't be able to sit still for the rest of the chord unless you did something productive for the day.

"...___? You there?" 

You snapped out of your stupor and stared dumbly as Sentinel rose his own optic ridge. The corner of his intake curved upward as he shook the datapad in his servo, "Come on, I gotta show you something." 

Despite the alarm bells going off in your processor, you obeyed his silent order and followed him to his office. The large room made you visibly shrink into yourself as memories from long ago flashed in your helm.

This was the place that was a stark reminder of where you learned...that for the first time. 

 

"Where are we going, ma'am?" 

Airachnid didn't turn to look at you, not that she needed to, and simply said, "You'll see." 

You looked around the unfamiliar area. Weird, thin blade-like things sprouted from the ground and were abundant in the mountainous terrain the two of you were trekking on. 

You were halted by a servo placed in front of your chassis and when you glanced up to see Airachnid's digit pointing in a direction you followed it to see-

Your intake twisted in knots.

Sentinel, Quintessons, ships, so many ships. 

Your internal fans kicked in as your frame began heating up. You felt dizzy, nauseous even, and you somehow found the strength to lock your blurry optics to the larger femme.

The corners of her dermas stretched upward. 

You turned your helm and vomited. 

You flinched when a heavy servo landed on your shoulder pad.

"Ah!" You stumbled forward as Sentinel pushed you along toward the large windows overlooking the city. You stood straight when the servo on your shoulder lowered to the area just above your aft. 

A shudder dragged its cold digit up your back strut. The false Prime's laugh brought forth a second. 

"It's been sometime since you became my assistant, huh?" Sentinel began. "I remember the first time I met you! Heh, can't believe you couldn't look at me in the optic because of how nervous you were…but after you warmed up to me, you were quite the yapper." 

You acknowledged his words with a nod. The digits rubbing against your back paused as the expression on Sentinel's face plate darkened. 

"I missed that." 

You broke your neutral expression to look at him. 

"You, being chatty and all, now you're….boring," Sentinel patted your aft and snickered when you jumped. He turned away from you and walked over to his desk, plopping on the chair he threw the datapad on his desk and slightly shifted his legs to leave them comfortably spread. 

"What changed?" As if feigning ignorance, the mech had the nerve to appear sad. 

You stalled for a moment, optics shifting and digits digging into the palm of your servos, "I…um, got busy. It's no easy feat helping someone like you–"

Sentinel's optics narrowed and you quickly sputtered out, "-someone as famous, uh, fabulous, and..um…and well-loved run a city!" 

"Ok, ok, I get it, really." Sentinel Prime waved a servo. "You're…'busy.'" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Hm." Sentinel's optics racked over your frame. "You work a lot so you must be tired, c'mere and get off your pedes for a while." 

"Oh, I shouldn't." 

"I don't remember asking, ___." Sentinel moved one servo to rest on his lap. "Sit." 

You inched over to the desk and made your way around it, but your wrist was caught and before you knew it, you stumbled back and fell onto the mech's lap. You immediately moved to get off but an arm snaked around your midsection plating and caged you against a broad chassis. The heat radiating off of the mech behind you caused you to stiffen. 

"There you go, sweetspark." Sentinel cooed. "Let's continue where we left off, 'kay?"

"Now, what's so important it's managed to steal your attention away from me?" 

"...there's been an increase in miner productivity," You mumbled. 

"...that's what's got you in a tizzy?" Sentinel mulled over what you said before peeking over at the datapad disregarded at the corner of his desk. A noise left him as he nodded, "Oh, right…the method you mentioned in the last meeting we had…it worked?" 

"Yes," You slowly crept out of your shell. "Allowing the miners to work without tight restrictions, more breaks, and even adding more recreational areas for their enjoyment has yielded good results." 

You paused to check Sentinel's face plate. He was leaning back against the chair, the side of his helm resting against two digits as a soft smile etched onto his dermas. When you hesitated, Sentinel gestured for you to continue as his other servo rested on your hip. 

"...and I-" You continued after gaining the green-light and divulged into your plan. Sometimes, you would catch the blue and gold mech glancing between your animated servos and the lower half of your face plate. Despite this, you felt…safe. Safe enough to ramble on and on about your plans and future aspirations for the city. 

"...and I've been thinking, why not try to use some of my free time to look through our database to find information on where the matrix is-" 

The servo on your hip dug into your plating causing you to hiss. Sentinel heard and removed his servo from you, "Ah, sorry." 

He didn't sound like he meant it. 

"Matrix?" Sentinel inquired with a loop-sided grin. "You what to try and…find it?" 

"Well, maybe, I don't know the logistics, but if I can find a lead maybe you won't have to continue the deal with-" 

"-shh, shh, shh," Sentinel cupped the side of your face and leaned down. The distance between you two caused your optics to grow in size, you don't even know if you're breathing anymore. 

"Let's talk about something other than work…hey, what kind of drink do you like? Wait, wait,  better yet, let me get us some. I'll buy the whole bar out." 

You couldn't find the words to deny his request and watched as Sentinel pressed a digit to the side of his helm to comm some bot to bark his request. 

 

…this'll be a long evening. 

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Niche — {Feat. Hanni}

4.5k words

A/N: Guess who’s back! I’ve returned, from 5 months of hiatus, with a long-waited Hanni fic. This was written when @kaedespicelatte was a total Hanni stan, but idk if he still is doing that… Anyways, please enjoy this spin-off of my Academia series. This time is about a bit about philosophy and love itself. Eternal gratitude to @usedpidemo for editing and polishing this one!

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"Three, two, one!"

With a cute pout, Hanni, sitting across the table opposite to you, blows the gentle fire off all nine birthday candles. She looks so happy as you can read under the dimly lit dark orange dining room. A proud smile stretches wide across your face.

"Can't believe you're already this big, Hanni. This is for you."

You hand Hanni a small wine-red box, and with a surprised smile she brings it in front of her.

"What's this, oppa?"

"Open it,"

With a silent click the box opens, presenting a thin golden necklace with the letter 'H' in cursive hanging. Touched by your gift, Hanni lets out a long, surprised gasp before she looks up again at you, looking adorable.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! What does this 'H' mean, oppa?"

"It could mean anything, Hanni. Happiness, hope, heart, and of course your name, Hanni."

Hanni stares at the letter on the necklace for a while with deep deliberation in her eyes. You watch her with a twinkle in your own eyes. She then looks back at you with a certain decision already made up.

"I'll just put all of them in this necklace, oppa. Hope, heart, happiness, and my name… They all are priceless when you say them."

You want to squeeze her in your embrace, only to be denied by the table separating you two. Happiness, hope, heart—and her name, Hanni. They all mean the same to you. She has been your happiness since the day you were adopted to her family. Your opaque, cloudy, uncertain future was given hope by her presence in your life. And heart–

"Heart, oppa. Do you know what the ancient Greeks thought of the heart?"

You shake your head.

"No."

Hearing your response, Hanni softly intertwines your hands together with hers. The cold necklace is handed into your palm.

"Can you put this on my neck?"

You rise from your chair and walk around the table to her, doing what she asked. Hanni rises from her seat too, facing your collarbones due to her height. She lets her hands softly rest on your shoulders, which you freely allow.

"They thought the heart of human beings contained their own souls within it."

You finish clasping her necklace around her neck. Looking down at her, she seems very shy and nervous. One of Hanni's hands trails down to the middle of your chest, where your heart is set alight, beating with an increasing rate because of her sudden but sensitive touch.

"I think your heart does. I can feel it."

For a moment, you lose grip on your consciousness and fall into her, but no.

"What are you doing, Hanni?"

You ask her as calmly and kindly as possible, not wanting to offend her even by the least. You feel so warm and so loved, but still, you are embarrassed and a little shy by the sudden touch on your body from Hanni. Nevertheless, she doesn't back up from where you are right now, as if she completely expected this to happen.

"You know, oppa, when somebody loves someone, the person can feel the soul of someone he or she is in love with."

You feel your heart beating faster and faster, as if responding to every word she says—as if her lips contain the spark that makes your heart burn brighter and hotter with each passing second.

Hanni's other hand finds one of yours and brings it to your chest, drumming fast to the point you’re certain your heart will explode. Your face is no different at all, furiously burning in front of her and throbbing to your crazy heartbeat.

"Which means, I love you."

Oh.

By now, you already knew it was coming, but when you hear it spoken from her divine lips you're struck silent—not that you haven't been speechless so far, and that's because you are not ready for it. Your heart is now merely seconds away from bursting out of your chest, beating wildly against Hanni's palm.

"H-Hanni…"

Not listening to your stuttering, she places your hand on her chest and slightly pushes it into her chest.

"Can you feel it too, oppa? My heart—it has been beating for you since the day I met you. My soul has always been yours, oppa."

You look up from your hand on Hanni's chest to her twinkling eyes; hers have never left contact with yours almost all night long.

"I-I can feel it, Hanni… But this is–"

When you say 'but,' Hanni's eyebrows curl into a frown, and it crushes your heart into pieces. She didn't confess her love sincerely only to hear rejection from you.

This setting—where you are in love with your step sister—might sound a little bit wrong, but now, in front of Hanni, even questioning if it's right or wrong is the most wrong thing possible.

Well, even the strict Nietzsche was in love with his sister.

"Hanni."

You, with your warmest tone, call her name with a solid decision in your voice.

"Yes…?"

Hanni, however, murmurs back, tone disappointed, assuming you are trying to reconfirm your rejection. You have to, given the circumstances, but this time, you break the rules set throughout history—from Epicure to Sartre, reason has to precede instinct. But love—it gives the human mind amazing power and growth. And at this moment you wholeheartedly believe that with love fueling your heart, any rules against it can be buried beside all those “reasonable” thinkers, and that you are the one with the spade. It is okay even if it’s just a blind mistake.

Because it sure will be the most beautiful mistake of the human mind.

"I love you too, Hanni."

Your words land directly through her ears, and they travel straight down to her heart, even before her brain processes them. Love—it's the only language in which the souls can communicate. Straight from your heart and into hers, and they both react wildly, unable to ignore their deepest desires.

Surprised, Hanni swiftly looks up at you, eyes gleaming with tears. Her lips part, but not a syllable comes out, before–

"Oppa–"

You don't have to say a word, Hanni.

Your love has already done more than enough.

And right now, you speak to her soul with your lips.

You kiss her parted lips, sealing the gap perfectly. Your hand remains on her chest, you feel her heart beating even faster as if shaking you off. The same is true on your side.

A few seconds of liplock is enough for your soul to express love to hers, but as soon as you pull back from them, Hanni cups your face with her warm hands to fulfill the paused act of pure love. Your hands slowly climb up to her shoulders, to her soft, pulsing neck, and finally to her blushed, warm cheeks.

Who said following the essence of instincts is not humanly? 

Who thought the instant impulses would never create long lasting happiness?

Your love for Hanni and hers toward you defies that right in the face, as you detach from the kiss and peck her palm on your cheek, never losing eye contact with her.

Happiness is reached when one overcomes resistance. Nietzsche was right about it, and he himself did overcome the obstacles and fell in love with his sister to prove that.

Forget about everything tonight. Let the love lead you. It can't hurt deeper than where your love is springing from.

Hanni pulls your hand to her chest again, but this time you feel something different. Her fingers delicately slide down on your shirt, from your chest to where your belly is. Hanni pushes your hand on her chest deeper to make you feel the softness of her breasts, and her other hand on you stops.

"I want you to feel more than my heart tonight, oppa. And I want to feel more than your soul too."

It's a question and a permission at the same time—a question asking for deeper, thicker love, and a permission to develop the love between to the next level, which you can't—and won’t—say no to.

At this point, you feel like you could happily stop loving her if she tells you to, if that makes her happy. But what stops now is your reason and rationality, which have been vulnerable throughout the night.

"Aah–mmmph,"

You softly squeeze her petite breast, inhaling her cute but deep moan right from her mouth, sealing its exit not to let a single strand escape.

Love makes a person grow.

But the only thing growing because of love is the bulge behind your clothes, aching to be unleashed. Hanni sneaks a hand under your shirt to touch your bare abs, chest, and back. Sensing the physical form of love flowing from her warm fingers through your skin, you briefly leave her lips and quickly get rid of your shirt. You see Hanni's glistening lips needily follow your head pulling back and grin at how adorable your little girl is.

Hanni then tries to get out of her own clothes, but you stop her arms from reaching the hem of her sweater and place her arms around your neck. Looking at your eyes with a piercing glare, Hanni crushes her lips on yours again, and you lift her by her legs and head to the bedroom.

Gently setting Hanni down on the mattress, you undress her. Shirt first, then the pants follow. Afterward, you give yourself a few seconds to admire the beautiful sculpture lying in front of you, showing off her bare, fair skin. Brushing your thumb on her midriff, you dive into her neck, then descend to her collarbone, shoulders and upper chest, to let Hanni relax and react to your sexual actions.

Not letting a second go to waste, she responds, arching her back at your most sensitive and stimulating touches before unclasping her own bra. At the sight of her exposed breasts you can’t waste a moment to dive in and softly peck her creamy skin, making her moan lightly. To prepare Hanni for what you’re about to do tonight, you ramp up the stimuli by touching and sucking on her nipples.

"I-I love it, oppa. Do you–haa, love them too…?"

Hanni's arms reach around your back and smoothly wander across your skin. Having showered enough love and lust on her breasts, you pull back from them.

"I do, Hanni."

You fucking love them, but profanities are the least things you want to say to your–

"Fuck…!"

Your fingers are barely touching her soaked panties, yet she lets out a thin moan. Not having seen someone this sensitive, you worry for her, whether she feels uncomfortable or not.

"Are you okay, Hanni?"

You look at Hanni with utmost concern, but she's blushing, covering her own mouth with a loose fist. Instead of answering your question, she confesses to you for the second time tonight.

"Oppa… Th-this is my first time having sex, so go easy on me please,”

“Oh, of course, baby. Just relax, it won’t hurt.”

In contrast to your comforting words, her body remains tense as your tongue makes its way down from her breasts, belly, to her hot crotch. Every squirm she makes indicates the level of her anticipation for how good you will feel between her legs. Her hands softly land on your busy head, relaxing when you pause for a second, your head resting right above her wet spot.

"Hanni, you're wet."

Your teasing words do work. Hanni above your view blushes and bites her bottom lip.

"Oppa, I-I need you to–hnng…!"

You can tell she's loosening up little by little, so you carefully touch her drenched core past the soaked fabric. Slowly going soft and smooth at her most sensitive point, you look up at her face to check if she's fine, only to be met by the newfound pleasure on her disfigured features: the bitten bottom lip, tightly shut eyes, burning cheeks, and mouth covered by the back of her hand.

All of them saying—I'm enjoying this, oppa. I'm loving it. Please–

"Please. Go on."

You give her an assuring smile and dive right in, tongue first. You peck on her wet underwear, immediately sending Hanni's body into overdrive. She squirms, whether intended or not, pushing her crotch into your diligent mouth.

Hanni's mouth, too, is diligent, letting indistinguishable moans free continuously, even at your slightest touches. Your both hands gently massage her slender thighs, while spreading them apart at the same time. Gradually your hands travel closer to the waistband of her underwear, before tugging your fingers under it and sliding it down her smooth legs.

You toss it on the floor, keeping your eyes fixated on her bare crotch and soaked pussy.

You hate it. You never wanted to use such a filthy word on Hanni. But when you actually say it, it's far from dirty—it's beautiful, it's lovely, it's perfect.

Without saying another word you dive in, pouring all your senses on your tongue. You look up again to see how Hanni reacts, and her shaking eyes firmly close when the first divine contact is made.

“Ahh…!"

She yelps—not too loud, but just enough for you to know that she feels so good. Up and down, left to right and then quickly circling around her sweet spot that has been left untouched, virgin–

"I-It's amazing, oppa. You don't know how many times I touched myself imagining this–oh my-oh my god!"

You interrupt her with your middle finger entering her leaking and contracting hole, because you don't want to hear that. Hanni to you has been a pure little girl, the one to be protected from such a sin—not the one moaning words about it, even when you’re committing such a grave act.

Hanni tightly grabs your other hand on her thigh, bringing it on the mattress next to her shaking body which makes Hanni look like she's humping on your mouth and finger. 

Every slight curl of your finger and flick of your tongue confines you deeper inside Hanni's warmth—her hand desperately strengthens its hold, her thighs trap your head in between her legs, and the vulnerable tightness of her pussy firmly hugs your finger.

You can feel your dick furiously bulging behind your pants and boxers, aching to have a piece of her too, but that's not the top priority. In front of you is a squirming, moaning, helpless little girl whose entire body is depending on you.

Suddenly Hanni brings your hand to her perky breast, softly pushing it against her mound. Surprised, you look up and your eyes are met with hers, which, a few moments ago, were filled with love. Now you see the evolved form of love in her eyes—lust. But it's only for a short moment, because her approaching orgasm spreads all over her body, preparing for the inevitable explosion.

It was certainly a short moment, but Hanni's gleaming eyes were more than enough to tell you what she wants—what she needs. You squeeze her breast, upping the ante on your tongue and finger. Noticing your effort, Hanni changes her grip on your hand to intertwine your fingers with hers together.

Every part of her body contracts and quivers, completely engulfed by pleasure; relentless leakage of her juice, shallow breaths, and ecstatic scream seeping out of her bitten lip successfully substitute for "I'm going to cum." Fueled by her lewd sound, you double the pace and soon enough, she comes undone.

"Fuck, oppa!"

You keep your tongue and finger working deep through her orgasm, devouring her pure high with such a dirty slurping sound.

Love can be viewed as just a survival mechanism for human beings to reproduce, but when you feel the essence of it, share the true taste of it, it will be the only way to define each other. Hanni is your love, and you are Hanni's love.

Right now is the complete extent of love between you two, in its purest physical form—the most basic form, and the very destination of it at the same time.

Hanni slowly winds down from her orgasm, still breathing heavily, with the happiest smile etched on her lips. She sits up, then gently caresses your bare shoulder and chest. Her delicate touches squeeze your heart, and your dick is the furthest from easing down.

Grabbing her hand pressed on your chest, you kiss its palm and the back of it imbued with love. Putting that hand behind your neck, Hanni forces your body atop hers, closing whatever distance left that keeps you apart. Her eyes gaze at your lips, and so do you at hers, which smoothly leads to a deep kiss. With one arm supporting your body above her you try to undo your pants. Hanni's both hands slide down your bare upper body to help you dispose of those annoying pants. Right after then she succeeds in helping you pull them down, to make yourself finally naked.

Hearing the sound of your clothes being tossed on the floor, Hanni detaches from the kiss, to take a look at your newly exposed dick. 

"That's… That's bigger than I thought."

Her face blushes even brighter, which you thought was impossible. An unhidden smile curls her lips, concealed by her digging teeth.

How can a person look so innocent and sly at the same time? The cute, shy version of Hanni is long gone, taken away by the sexual tension and the first orgasm done by someone else. On top of that, your exposed body is making it more profound, resulting in Hanni unconsciously taking her hand to your cock.

"I-It's hard and… and warm, oppa."

You can only moan at her sensitive touch on your cock, wildly throbbing and leaking.

"H-Hanni… It's–"

Hanni again interrupts you, but this time with unholy intent.

"Is it because of me, oppa? Is it for me?"

Stop it.

No, don't you stop. You are enjoying this as confused as you are. 

Hanni, once underneath you, flips you onto the bed next to her and prepares to ride you out. There's no sign of innocence on her face now. She stares you down with an anticipatory, excited grin with those piercing eyes shooting straight into yours.

"Hanni, are you sure about this? We can slow down or–"

"I am, oppa. You've done enough for me tonight. For my whole life, too. Why don't you let me show you how big I've grown up?"

This is it. This is what she has been wanting to show you—to show you that she's not just a little girl anymore, that she has grown big enough to love you.

That you don't have to feel guilty at all for loving her back.

Again, love makes people grow.

Now you see the difference. She is independent, confident, lady-like and mature. Every attribute you're obsessed with is on full display. 

She’s blossoming right before your eyes.

"Hanni–"

You try to sit up and kiss her, but the Hanni atop you is no longer passive and shy about receiving kisses from you. She can express how she feels, and she can lead the way herself.

"I love you, oppa."

Hanni pushes you back down on the mattress, then crushes her lips on yours. You can’t help but reciprocate with your tongue, while your arms hastily wander on the silky skin of her back and descend to the bottom.

"Why don't you put it in? I'm soaking wet for you.”

Those words don't sound sinfully wrong anymore, but still they send novel sensations down your spine.

You rub your hard dick on her wetness to prepare for the penetration. As if emphasizing that this is her first, Hanni, just at the briefest touch on her sensitive entrance, moans vulnerably and hugs your neck tightly.

"You've grown up, Hanni. That's true."

Still dangling from the edge, Hanni manages to reply, but it's merely an orgasmic shout.

"Yes, opp–Ahh, nnngh!"

As you push the head of your cock in, Hanni screams loudly as if she wants the whole universe to know how much she loves it, but the flooding pleasure of the first sex proves to be so overwhelming, so her nails dig into your back skin, and her teeth also make their mark on your shoulder, as if to inject her suppressed erotic moans into your pulsing veins.

"But you're still my little girl, baby."

Hanni quickly nods at your declaration, pleading for more. You don't want to hurt her, so you keep it slow, trying your best to make the experience comfortable for Hanni.

Yes, she has already proven herself right, and you can accept that, but you just can't go wild on such a weak girl. So weak and soft that if you make even a slightly deep, hard thrust, she'd break.

Slowly, slowly. You're halfway inside Hanni and she seems to have adjusted a bit. It's agonizing for you that you only have to explore her inside like this.

Just then, without warning Hanni sinks down swiftly, forcing sharp gasps from your lungs out of unexpected sensation.

"F-Fuck, Hanni that's…!"

"Nnngh…!"

You are now fully inside her, completely hugged tightly by her violently contracting walls. Hanni's entire body also is wildly reacting to her pussy being filled up to the hilt.

"Are you okay, Hanni?"

"Haa, haa, th-that's deep, oppa…"

You tilt your head a little and whisper in her ear.

"I'm going to move, okay? Tell me when it hurts, baby. I'll stop."

"I'm-I'm okay, oppa. I love it."

Her words hit your shoulder with her hot breaths and are shattered at the edge.

You carefully pull back from her pussy, leaving only half of your cock inside. With your both hands firm on her cheeks below, you gently slip back in and press contact with her sensitive cervix again.

"I-I can't wait, oppa, just fuck me. I'm alright, so don't worry about me and make love to me."

Hearing that, you flip your bodies over and put your hands at each side next to her head. Hanni never lets go of her embrace, looking at you nervously and excitedly. You swipe her glistening lips with your thumb before meeting them with yours, tongue first.

As soon as your lips make holy contact, you start pistoning in her cunt, forcing moans out of her mouth and straight into yours. With one hand supporting your body, your other hand trails down her body. You stay at her taut nipple and perfect mound for a while, playing with it before continuing your journey downward.

To her side, her belly, tummy, and lastly arriving at her hot crotch. Your thumb again draws a loud moan out of her when it touches her clit. Pleasure from her clit triples the pleasure of your consistent thrusts in and out of her pussy.

"I-I think I'm close, oppa."

It only means that you have to ramp up the pace, so you do. Sensing the increased tempo, Hanni bites your lower lip, desperate to find an outlet for the tension from the unbearable pleasure coursing through her body.

"You're going to make me cum, oppa. Please make me cum, make me cum hard on you, please…!"

Still biting on your lip she begs, and with passionate love you make your thrusts even harder to fulfill her desire. Hanni's walls convulse, and every deep thrust makes her back rise bit by bit, until her belly meets yours.

"Mmmph! Oppa–Ahh…!"

When Hanni peaks you don't stop, fucking her through her orgasm. With every thrust you make sure Hanni's cumming hard. You make sure she's feeling good and loving every single second.

"I l-love it, oppa! Just like that…!"

There's no slowing down, when your own high is right ahead of you, a stone’s throw away. There's never coming down for Hanni when your fucking only gets harder.

"Hanni, baby, I'm close."

With an orgasmic frown on her brows contradicting her satisfied smile on her lips, she says, "Oppa, it's your turn to feel good. Let me make you cum, so don't you dare slow down."

"Where do you want me to finish, Hanni?"

"I-Inside, oppa. I'm on pills. Give me all your love."

You can't believe this is her first time, but you can certainly believe in love, turning your thrusts that are after your orgasm into motions of love. Hanni looks at you, while you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. Still, you manage to meet her halfway, even at the very moment when you are–

"I'm cumming…!"

Looking right into her eyes, you let the pleasure overpower you. Stuck deep inside her pussy, you release your cum. Your neck gives in, and your foreheads kiss.

"Yes, inside me… I've been wanting this so much…"

This is one of the highest highs you've ever felt, and it never lets you go soon. You really want to say 'I love you’ to Hanni, but the aftershock of sex leaves you devoid of strength, you can't do anything but breathe heavily on her face.

"I loved it, oppa. Thank you for being my first. I love you."

You give her a peck.

"I love you so much, Hanni. I'm so happy that you're here for me. I'm so happy that you're the one that loves me."

Strength regained, you reply. Then you give her another quick peck.

With lust washed away, there's only love left in her eyes. Hanni’s smile never leaves her face, even when you pull out and lie beside her.

"Hanni," Out of curiosity you ask her. "How are you on pills…? Oh, is that–"

Hanni giggles.

"Yes, oppa. I've been planning this for weeks. Thank god you liked it!"

"I loved it, Hanni."

You put your lazy hand on her midriff, and her hand rests atop your hand on her glistening belly.

"You're sweaty, baby. Let's wash ourselves."

You carry her to the bathroom, and Hanni lets out a cute, excited yelp as you lift her up.

******

After the shower, you two are lying on the bed, facing each other and looking at each other, without any words.

"Oppa."

"Mhmm?"

You raise your brows.

"I really really love you."

You giggle at how adorable your little girl is, like always. But the adorableness you sense now resonates even deeper in your heart, and the reason is for all the universe to know—with the big difference you two have made tonight, you won’t view Hanni Pham in a way like never before. But that’s nothing to lament on, of course, rather a perfect example of happiness and love.

"Love you too."

Whether straight through a shortcut or some other way around, Hanni, once your step sister, and now, your lover, has found the perfect place to be. Where she belongs.

Hanni has found herself the niche.

She comes into your arms, buries her face on your chest.

Yes. In your arms, she's perfect here, inside your warm, loving embrace.

"Good night, oppa."

She muffles her words on your shirt. You kiss her head and muffle back sweetly.

"Happy birthday, Hanni."

[hellsslibrary]

Hello! Hope you’re have a great day today! I was wondering if you could happen to write a headcanon of blue lock characters where there boyfriends (aka reader) Is taller and bigger then them and has a size difference kink as well as a breeding one! The only character I really think of that I wanted see were Bachira, Rin and Sae but you can pick the other characters if you’d like!! Please feel free to ignore if you don’t like it though!

❀Bachira, Rin and Sae with a big and muscular boyfriend❀

DNI: minors.

!!Warnings: Reader is bigger, more muscular and taller than boys, breeding kink, size difference fetish, thoughts of pregnancy, pet names, riding (Rin), semi-public sex (Sae), first time (Bachira), pleading.

Bachira

When he first saw you, his eyes almost sparkled. You were so tall, big and muscular and you stood out so much from the others! So he immediately jumped on your back after getting to know you.

When you started dating, he used your height and your size to his advantage. He was always sitting on your shoulders or on your back or he asked you to carry him in your arms, he loves sitting on your lap, lying on your muscular torso and all that.

But, damn it, when you had sex for the first time and you took off your underwear... He almost died on the spot from excitement.

"Oh, you are big even here," Bachira's golden eyes shine when he runs his hand over your hard cock. - "Are you sure that your dick will not find a direct path to my heart?"

You just roll your eyes, pulling Bachira by the chin, kissing him deeply, causing him to moan, wrapping his arms around your neck. You pull away, teasingly biting his lip at the end, causing him to moan in surprise.

"My dick has already found a way to your heart figuratively," you chuckle, taking Bachira's hand on your dick, intertwining your fingers, which he looks at in surprise.

His golden eyes seemed to glow even more when he finally realized how big you are, especially compared to him. He swallows when his cock twitches slightly with excitement and he lies on his back, spreading his legs, grinning.

"Then let's see if your dick can find the way to my heart literally, big guy," he chuckles, pushing his cheeks apart, showing his hole already prepared by you.

You just grin, moving towards him, sliding your dick between his cheeks, which makes him swallow, blushing even more, seeing your colossal difference in size. And then he moans, throwing his head back when he feels when you start to insert, and then asks after a few seconds:

"Are you done?"

"That's not even half of it, Bachi," you chuckle, lightly squeezing his hips.

"What?!" he exclaims, looking down, moaning when he realizes that you are right.

He whines, throwing his head back again, feeling how you rearrange his insides for you. His hands grip the sheets tightly as he groans loudly, feeling your pelvis hitting him.

"Voila, my beloved Bachira, how are you feeling, baby boy?" - you ask, chuckling when you see his eyes roll back.

He only nods weakly in response, moaning, biting his lip when his legs tremble slightly. His head is just a mess, he can't think straight, he can't say anything. He just feels this stretching, which brings him unprecedented pleasure.

And then he gasps softly, feeling a drop of your precum trickling down his insides. He blushes even more from the thoughts that begin to appear in his head. He wraps his legs around your waist, whispering a quiet:

"Move."

You just obey, starting to move slowly. And then his gaze falls on his stomach, in which the bulge from your dick appears and disappears. Ridiculous thoughts start to appear in his head, thoughts like "What if he ends up in me and I get pregnant?", "What if I have a pregnant tummy? Will I still be sexy to him? ", " What if there is always a bulge in my stomach? It's too attractive... "

Bachira moans, feeling how you increase the pace of your thrusts and firmly grips your shoulders with his fingers, not expecting this from the flight in his thoughts.

"Is everything all right, Mon amour?" - you ask worriedly, stroking his cheek.

"Cum inside me, please fertilize me," Bachira whispers back, moaning loudly when you touch his prostate.

You just raise an eyebrow in disbelief, but then you grin, accelerating your thrusts even more, making Bachira whimper:

"As you wish, cutie."

Rin

Well, he's already tall enough for a Japanese, and when he finally saw you... Let's say he was in shock. And he developed an interest in you, which, in general, was strange for his nature.

When you started dating, he was constantly blushing when your difference in height and physique was somehow shown. It doesn't matter if it's kissing, hugging, holding hands or other romantic stuff. He'll never admit it, but he loves your size difference.

And so during one of your lovemaking sessions...

"Rinnie, is everything okay? Are you somehow more sensitive than usual," you ask, stroking Rin's hips as he rides you.

He nods convulsively, moaning with every jump when your dick hits his prostate. His hands are squeezing your chest, leaving traces of his nails on it.

He looks at your muscular chest, moaning from the feeling of your strong and prominent muscles under his hands.

"I am... I'm fine, thanks," he replies in a whisper as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, continuing his movements.

You just laugh, teasingly pushing up, meeting his jump at the top, which makes him whine, looking at you questioningly.

"You're lying. I don't like it when you lie. What happened? " - you ask, moaning, when Rin squeezes you tightly.

"I..."- Rin continues his jumps, only now more gentle and slow, thinking.

He blushes, swallowing at his thoughts. Rin's thoughts are filled with the sight of your big cock sticking out in his stomach and how cute he would look if he got pregnant. He was ashamed of these thoughts, he understood that it was unrealistic and even to some extent disgusting. Like, he's a guy, he shouldn't be thinking about what would happen if he got pregnant, but he can't handle these thoughts.

Rin bites his lip, looking down at you, assessing your reaction, and then whispers almost inaudibly:

"I want you to fill me to the brim," he whispers, accelerating his movements, and squeezing your chest tighter.

You just moan from this sight, squeezing Rin's waist, playfully tapping it with your fingers.

"Why? " you ask playfully, grinning.

Rin just clicks in annoyance, blushing, leaning towards you, making his thrusts slow but deep when he whispers into your lips:

"Impregnate me, now".

"Oh, little Rin Rin has grown up? How sweet. Do you want a baby from me?" - you laugh, pressing your lips to his.

He greedily kisses you, weaving your tongues in a hungry and lustful movement, pulling away with a groan.

"Yes, I want to... So," he groans, sitting up straight, continuing his fast and precise jumps, looking down at you with a pleading expression on his face. - "Do it."

Sae

He didn't pay much attention to you, since he generally considers no one worthy of his attention. But, probably, you had some episode when his attention finally turned to you.

When you started dating, again, he didn't care about your size difference. Well, like, yes, he has a big and tall boyfriend. As it were, why be surprised?

But when you started having sex, he realized that he was falling into the thought of it more and more...

"Y-you're such a pervert, [Your name]," Sae whispers as he grabs the wall of the locker room, moaning.

"Well, honey, I can't hold back, and you kind of don't mind. So what's the problem?" You ask, running your finger along Sae's spine in front of you, making him arch even more.

"I don't mind, it's just..." he groans, trying to grab onto the smooth wall in desperation.

He blushes, lowering his face down. The damn problem is that in a few minutes your team will come here and if they see this... This will be a problem.

He moans, feeling you drive into his prostate as his legs start to shake. His head is filled again with these images of his belly with the bulge of your penis and how this bulge would look if it were bigger.

He will never admit in his life that if he had the chance, he would get pregnant from you. He turns his gaze to the side, noticing your big, sinewy hands squeezing his hips, and he groans at this sight and an unconscious phrase escapes from his mouth:

"I want children from you," he whispers and immediately covers his mouth with his hand, blushing even more.

You just look at him in surprise, thinking that you heard it, but it's clear from his reaction that it was clearly true.

You grin, leaning closer to him. Your chest touches his back when you nibble his earlobe, whispering:

"Do you want a baby from me?"

Sae just nods, whining when your movements become even deeper in this pose.

"Then I will fulfill your wish," you chuckle, accelerating, feeling your peak. - "Really, we will make sure of this after training, won't we, Sae?"

He just nods again, moaning, feeling his and your climax approaching.

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hobbies // narumi gen

tw ⇢ sub!gen, dom!reader, strong sexual tension, teasing, praise kink, shibari/bondage, sensory deprivation(he’s blindfolded), edging, nipple play, unprotected sex, pussy job, sex toys, ruined orgasm, overstimulation, dirty talk, begging, squirting, handjob(just for a bit)

wc ⇢ 5.8k

a/n: i replaced hasegawa as the vice captain again 😭

The door to Gen Narumi's private quarters flew open with a bang, his vice-captain entering in a whirlwind of urgency. "Tell me they've arrived!"

Barely looking up from his video game, the lazily slouched Gen smirked. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite workaholic. To what do I owe this abrupt visit?" His eyes shamelessly roamed over your frame. "Though I can't say I mind the interruption when it looks this good."

You rolled your eyes, trying to fight off the heat threatening your cheeks from his shameless flirting. "Can it, Gen. You know exactly why I'm here." Spotting the pile of Yamazon packages, you wasted no time striding over and starting to sort through them.

"Looking for something in particular?" Gen's voice carried a teasing lilt as he finally paused his game, giving you his full attention. "You could just ask nicely instead of making such a ruckus."

"Since when have either of us been polite?" you shot back without looking up from your rapidly dividing the boxes into "his" and "yours" piles. Locating one marked with your shipping details, you quickly snatched it up possessively.

Gen rose from his lounging position with a languid stretch. "Fair point. We do skip most formalities," he purred, slowly making his way over to you. "I certainly have no complaints about our..." his eyes dragged hungrily over your body, "working relationship."

Clutching your package against your chest, you forced yourself to maintain an unflustered front. "Is that so? Well then, I'll take my 'payment' for services rendered and be on my way." You made a show of eyeing the larger pile meant for him.

"Not so fast." Suddenly Gen was directly in your personal space, eyes glinting mischievously. "Don't I even get a peek at what has you so impatient? A thank you gesture, perhaps?"

His closeness enveloped you in his spicy natural scent. You gulped, holding his heated gaze. "Didn't anyone ever teach you curiosity killed the cat, Captain?"

Gen quirked one silver eyebrow, clearly not deterred by your coy remark. "Lucky for me, I've got nine lives to spare then."

Before you could react, he snatched the package from your arms with one swift motion. Holding it tauntingly above his head, he grinned down at your surprised expression. "Come on now, no more secrets between us workmates."

You reached up futilely, glaring at his unfair height advantage. "Gen, don't you dare! That's secret for a reason."

"All the more reason for me to find out what it is," he chuckled, using his free hand to lightly fend off your grabbing attempts. His eyes danced with amusement at your increasing frustration.

Realizing you'd have to change tactics, you stopped and took a step back, pretending to give up with a long suffering sigh. Gen's brow furrowed slightly at your sudden resignation just as you whirled and launched yourself at him.

He let out a surprised grunt as your bodies collided, but didn't have a chance to react further. In one fluid motion, you hooked a leg around his calves and used your momentum to send you both crashing back onto the nearby sofa.

You landed squarely straddling Gen's hips, knees pinning him as his silver locks fanned out. The package lay forgotten on the floor as you leaned down, your faces now mere inches apart.

"Like I said..." you murmured, holding his startled gaze with a smoldering look. Slowly, you rolled your hips forward ever so slightly, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the captain beneath you. "No peeking allowed."

With a wicked grin, you deftly extricated yourself, scooping up your precious box before Gen regained his senses. Tossing a heated look over your shoulder, you blew him a mocking kiss. "Thanks for understanding, Captain."

Then you sashayed out, leaving a slack-jawed, flustered Narumi gaping after you. Point firmly made.

A few weeks later, the mysterious packages were still weighing heavily on Gen's mind. You'd managed to avoid giving him any more glimpses into their contents after that charged encounter.

He flopped onto the bed beside where you were lounging, scrolling intently on your phone with one hand. His eyes immediately zeroed in on the familiar shopping app pulled up.

"Don't tell me...more secret deliveries?" Gen grumbled, trying and failing to mask his piqued curiosity. He craned his neck nosily. "What's so important that you won't even share with your dear, dear captain?"

You deftly angled the phone away from his prying gaze with a light laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Undeterred, Gen inched even closer, near enough that you could smell his usual spicy scent. "Maybe I would," he murmured, certainly not helping to deter the warmth spreading through you.

Refusing to be flustered, you simply hummed noncommittally. "Well, tough luck I guess. A girl's gotta have some mysteries." You emphasized the point by tapping in another order on the app.

Gen made an aggrieved noise somewhere between a groan and a whine. He knew that tone - you were shutting down any further interrogation. Skulking back, he resorted to his best pout and puppy dog eyes in your peripherals.

"Oh, come on! After all we've been through together? No trust at all?" he lamented dramatically.

You had to actively smother your grin at his utterly shameless tactics. "Uh huh, and whose fault is that lack of trust, I wonder?" you countered without looking up.

The pout somehow managed to intensify even further. "Is that any way to treat your adorably curious captain?" Gen persisted in his most piteous tone. "I'll be a good boy, I swear! Just a tiny peek?"

At that, you couldn't hold back your laughter any longer. Sliding your gaze over to meet his pleading expression, you shook your head slowly. "My, my, the great Narumi Gen reduced to outright begging? For little old me?"

You made a show of zooming in on some items in the app, ensuring his attention remained firmly locked on your movements. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

He instantly perked up, eyes shining victoriously until you finished with a wicked smile. "No way, Captain."

The dejected groan that followed was absolutely priceless.

A few days later, the telltale stack of Yamazon packages arrived at Gen's door. He was still sulking a bit from your stubborn refusal to let him in on your secret deliveries last time.

His brooding was interrupted by a text from you:

"Got pulled into an ops meeting, probably going to run long. Don't you dare touch my packages!"

Gen rolled his eyes at the warning, firing back a petulant reply.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be a good boy...this time."

As the hours ticked by with no sign of you returning, Gen's patience waned rapidly. His gaze kept flickering over to the boxes tucked in the corner, tantalizing him. Just a tiny peek wouldn't hurt, right?

One box in particular seemed to be calling to his curiosity more than the others. Before he could overthink it further, Gen snatched it up and began tearing through the packaging.

He froze when the contents were finally revealed - a neatly coiled bundle of thick, red rope. Gen turned it over in his hands, brow furrowing in confusion until realization slowly dawned.

"No...you can't be serious," he muttered under his breath, heat suddenly prickling across his skin.

Quickly upending the box further, more rope tumbled out, along with some kind of guide booklet titled "The Sensual Art of Shibari." Gen swallowed thickly, abruptly extremely aware of how warm his quarters felt.

"Well...didn't see that one coming," he murmured, unable to tear his widened gaze from the suggestive items sprawled out before him.

Shibari - the ancient Japanese bondage artform. He never would have pegged you for...no, not possible his mind was taking things there already, was it? Though the more Gen stared at the vermilion rope, the more heated images began clouding his thoughts unbidden.

The harsh buzz of his phone made him nearly jump out of his skin. Fumbling quickly, he saw a new message from you:

"Meeting running late. I'll swing by your place afterwards to grab my stuff, so don't move!"

Gen gulped hard, eyes flitting between the compromising delivery and your text. Oh, he was in trouble now...

Gen scrambled to haphazardly re-pack the Shibari rope and booklet, his mind racing as your text declared you'd be arriving any minute. He managed to shove the opened box behind a nearby chair just as a knock sounded at his door.

Taking a calming breath, Gen attempted to wipe any hints of panic or guilt from his expression before swinging the door open. You stood with one hand on your hip, eyebrow arched expectantly.

"There you are! I was starting to think you ditched me," he declared in an overly casual tone, leaning against the doorframe.

You brushed past him into the room. "You wish. Now where are..." Your words trailed off as you spotted the stack of packages, eyeing it critically.

"What, these? They just got here," Gen lied through his teeth, trying not to let his gaze linger too obviously on the chair concealing your exposed secret.

Grabbing the larger pile, he thrust them towards you with an easy grin. "Why don't you take the rest and get going? I've got...things to attend to."

The way your eyes instantly narrowed set off alarms in Gen's head. "Are you seriously trying to get rid of me?" you accused, not taking the boxes from his hands. "What's with you?"

"Me? Nothing! Just ready for some precious personal time." He winced internally at his overly blustery tone.

Rather than be deterred, your scrutinizing stare roamed around his private quarters searchingly. Gen's heart thudded as your gaze landed on the chair and seemed to linger there a beat too long.

In a panic, he practically flung himself across the room towards you, packages scattering as he clung to your shoulders dramatically. "You know what, on second thought, I could use the company!"

You seized his wrists, hot anger flashing in your eyes as you shrugged him off roughly. "Alright Narumi, what gives? You're acting serious-"

The rest of your words were drowned out by a loud clatter as your foot knocked into the chair, the opened Shibari box spilling out its contents onto the floor. Silence dropped like a boulder between you.

Gen watched in horrified fascination as your face cycled through a kaleidoscope of expressions - shock, embarrassment, rage. When you finally met his wide-eyed stare, you looked downright murderous.

"You... didn't.…..You absolute imbecile!"

Your furious voice made the great Narumi visibly flinch back as if struck. He was practically cowering on the floor, head bowed with shame as you towered over him, red-faced and fuming.

"After I explicitly told you NOT to open anything! What part of 'none of your business' didn't get through that dense skull of yours?" You punctuated each accusation by jabbing a finger into his chest, forcing him to shrink back further.

Gen opened and closed his mouth dumbly a few times, unable to find an excuse or defense worthy of halting your warpath. For once, the snarky, unflappable captain was utterly cowed into submission.

"I should have known better than to expect even an ounce of privacy or respect from you," you went on scathingly. "But THIS? This is a new low, even for a pervert like-"

Abruptly, you cut yourself off, Gen hazarding a confused glance upwards. Your expression had shifted from unbridled rage into something more...calculated. A slow, dangerous smile unfurled across your lips as you refocused on his wary form.

"Although..." you mused aloud, taking a taunting step that brought your skirted thighs distractingly close to his face. "I suppose I could find it in me to forgive this indiscretion."

Gen blinked owlishly, not daring to move from his prostrated position. "You...you can?"

Your smile morphed into a devilish smirk as you leaned down to murmur against the shell of his ear. "On one condition..."

A shudder ran through Gen's frame, feeling your breath ghost over his sensitive skin. He forced his eyes to remain locked on your own rather than drifting down your tempting form hovering before him.

"I'm almost afraid to ask..." he managed in a strained tone. "But I'll hear your terms, Vice-Captain."

There was a pregnant pause as you seemed to savor dragging out the anticipation. Then your lips curved upwards once more.

"Then get comfy down there, Captain. I've got plans for you..."

Gen's breath hitched audibly at your provocative words, eyes dilating as his gaze immediately snapped back to yours. There was a heavy pause where the charged tension seemed to spark between your bodies.

Then, in a voice lower and huskier than you'd ever heard it, he murmured "Yes...ma’am."

The way he surrendered to your command with such alacrity, shedding his typical bravado, was intoxicating. Gone was the disinterested slouch - he was poised at rapt attention, hanging on your every subtle move and inflection.

Feeling a newfound sense of power thrumming through your veins, you traced a solitary finger along the sharp line of his jaw. Gen visibly shivered, but remained steadfastly unmoving otherwise.

"Good boy," you purred in approval.

His pupils blew wide at the praise, a soft noise catching in his throat. In that moment, it was glaringly apparent that underneath the lazy, snarky persona he put forth, this formidable captain harbored a deep, repressed side that yearned for firm direction.

And you intended to thoroughly oblige him.

"Strip down to your boxers," you instructed coolly, taking a step back to better admire him. "Slowly."

Gen's gaze smoldered, but he hurried to obey without a hint of his usual backtalk. As more sculpted, tanned skin was gradually revealed, you felt a curl of desire unfurl low in your abdomen.

Finally just in his snug black boxer-briefs, Gen waited with bated breath for your next order. You drank in the delicious picture he made - muscles toned from years of intense training barely constrained, hair tousled, dark eyes burning with unspoken yearning.

Pivoting towards the scattered contents of your exposed package, you retrieved the coiled bundle of vermillion rope, letting it pool lazily between your palms. Gen tracked the movement hungrily.

"You know...the Shibari ropes were just the beginning," you remarked offhandedly, as if commenting on the weather.

His brows hiked quizzically, gaze flicking between your coy expression and the rope as you wound it idly around your wrists.

"I've had an...interest in certain practices, you could say. But never anyone to explore them with." You shrugged one shoulder casually, dangling the rope's end just out of Gen's reach. "Until now, that is."

The implication hung heavy in the heated air as he processed your words. You could see the gears turning behind those intense auburn eyes, his lips parting ever so slightly as realization bloomed.

It would have been so easy to press that advantage, to lean in and capture those tantalizing lips with yours. But where was the fun in that?

No...you wanted to take your sweet time unraveling this newfound side of the great Gen Narumi. To savor every tremor, every shuddering inhale, every molten look of naked longing as you steadily, meticulously stripped away the bravado until just a panting, flushed mess remained.

Curling the rope around your wrist with purposeful leisure, you leveled him with a look that made no attempt to mask your smoldering intent.

"We're just getting started, Captain."

With the vibrant red ropes now pooled at your feet, you beckoned Gen closer with one crooked finger. He crawled obediently forward until kneeling before you, awaiting your next command with rapt anticipation.

Looping one silk-spun length around his wrists, you cinched it snugly, tying them behind his back before trailing the cord down his torso, letting it whisper tantalizingly across his heated skin. Gen sucked in a sharp breath as you wound it behind him, binding his ankles together, forcing his thighs into a wide vee.

"Comfortable?" you murmured, giving an experimental tug that forced his bound limbs into an extremely exposed, compromising position.

Rather than reply, Gen simply held your heated gaze, a tremor running through his restrained form. You smirked at his silent acquiescence, admiring how his every subtle shift and flex caused the ropes to strain deliciously.

Unable to resist any longer, you leaned in until your lips just barely brushed the thundering pulse at the base of his throat. Gen's eyes fluttered shut as you traced open-mouthed kisses up the column of his neck at a maddeningly leisured pace.

"Good boy," you purred against the shell of his ear before sitting back, drinking in his desperation. "Now for the finishing touch..."

Plucking up a sleek black blindfold, you dangled it tauntingly. "I want you completely at my mercy, Captain."

There was the slightest hesitation, a brief stuttering of Gen's ragged breaths. Then, almost imperceptibly, he gave the smallest of nods.

The blindfold slipped into place, swathing Gen's world in velvety darkness as he was now entirely under your control. Unable to see, unable to move, utterly bound to your whims...and he had never looked more beautiful.

With Gen now securely bound and blindfolded per your exacting specifications, you took a moment to simply admire your handiwork. The way the intricate red rope patterns cut across his tanned, toned flesh, framing his chiseled features and parted lips - it was a breathtaking sight.

Unable to resist, you leaned in once more, pressing one final lingering kiss along the thrumming pulse of his exposed throat. Gen shuddered beneath your lips, a ragged exhalation escaping him at the simple intimate contact.

Pulling back, you drank in his desperate expression, throat mottled with purple bruises and hair disheveled. It was immensely gratifying to see the infamous Gen Narumi hanging on your every move, utterly at your mercy.

But you had bigger plans yet for testing the limits of the proud captain's stamina.

With a wicked curl of your lips, you rose and crossed the room to where your other packages lay partially scattered. Selecting one distinct package, you hooked a fingernail under the sealing tape and slowly, torturously dragged it free with a harsh rip.

The sudden sound made Gen's head cant quizically in your direction, though the blindfold kept your actions obscured from view. You held your breath as you fished out the parcel's contents - a premium silicone wand, tapered to a curved tip that fit snugly in your palm.

Turning it on produced a low, insistent buzz that you knew would soon have your captive trembling and begging for reprieve. With your free hand, you caressed the powerful amplitude controls, mouth watering at the delicious possibilities beginning to unfurl.

Satisfied that the wand was fully charged and ready to go, you turned back to Gen. He was still straining to determine your location, blindly craning his neck towards the sounds you'd been making.

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you returned to kneel directly behind him. His body was still coiled tight, anticipating some kind of retaliation from his tormenter. You slowly traced a lone finger down his spine, enjoying the way he shuddered at the unexpected touch.

"Now then..." You placed the wand just beside his hip, the buzzing hum loud enough that Gen immediately went rigid. "Let's see how long you last, Captain."

His breath came in a shuddering gasp as you dragged the tapered head across his inner thigh, dangerously close to his straining bulge. A choked noise escaped his throat, hips jerking slightly in an aborted thrust.

"Not much of a talker anymore, huh?" You smirked, trailing the vibrating wand in lazy circles over the thin fabric of his briefs, delighting in the way Gen's cock jumped to attention at the teasing stimulation.

He let out a strangled moan, hips stuttering, but you withdrew before he could find any relief. "I bet you want this right...here," you taunted, dragging the toy against the sensitive crease where his thigh met his pelvis, eliciting another needy whine.

"You...are such a tease," Gen gasped, trying to maintain a shred of composure. "How much longer are you going to-"

The rest of his sentence was lost in a choked cry as you abruptly pressed the vibrating head against his balls, grinding the pulsing tip against the most sensitive spot. Gen's entire body seized as he threw his head back, a string of curses flowing unrestrained.

"Fuck!" His voice was absolutely wrecked, a ragged edge to the expletive. A pearlescent drop of precum dampened the front of his briefs, his cock straining painfully against the fabric as it twitched erratically.

You moved your free hand to tug the waistband down, freeing his throbbing length. The swollen head was a dark shade of pink, leaking a steady stream of precum. You couldn't resist a low, approving murmur as you watched him buck wildly, trying to seek out the source of his torment.

"I think someone's enjoying himself," you mused aloud, tracing the wand along his aching shaft. The vibrations were so intense it made Gen's entire frame shudder, a pained, broken whimper escaping his throat. "You've already gotten yourself all wet. And we've only just begun."

He grit his teeth, straining against the ropes, the tendons of his neck and shoulders standing out starkly. You trailed the toy in teasing spirals, watching as his cock twitched and leaked, unable to resist the stimulation.

"Fu-uck. Don't stop, I'm gonna...I can't hold it-" Gen's voice was hoarse and strained, every muscle rigid. He was right on the edge, hovering mere seconds from release, when you suddenly switched off the wand.

The abrupt loss of sensation made Gen let out a guttural, animalistic noise, his hips canting upwards futilely. You pulled the toy away from his straining shaft, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Please...I'm so close. I need..." he groaned, the words seeming torn from somewhere deep and primal. "Fuck, I need to cum."

The shameless desperation was an incredibly sexy look on the proud Narumi. Your own arousal was becoming hard to ignore as you watched his chest heaving, cock pulsing and drooling precum.

"Begging looks good on you, Captain," you crooned, dragging the vibrating toy across his chest before circling a pebbled nipple. He arched into the contact with a shuddering moan, the sensitive bud stiffening beneath the vibrations.

You teased the other nipple with your free hand, reveling in the way his body trembled beneath your ministrations. The blindfold was damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead, stray locks of silver hair plastered to his skin.

Gen's breaths were ragged and uneven, a keening whine catching in his throat. The ropes strained tightly, his entire body rigid and trembling. "Fuck, please, just- I need- fuck."

A grin unfurled across your lips. This was definitely a side of the infamous Captain Narumi that no one had ever seen before - unraveled, debauched, writhing in a desperate attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure.

And you had every intention of thoroughly exploiting this newfound vulnerability.

"That's right," you cooed, grinding the vibrator in torturous circles against his nipples. "You've been such a good boy. I think it's time you get rewarded."

Before he could process the words, you dropped the wand back between his spread thighs, grinding the pulsing head against his balls, just below his twitching cock. Gen's hips canted violently, a strangled shout escaping his throat as his entire body convulsed, back arching in a mesmerizing curve.

You quickly moved your hand to tightly wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, managing to stop his imminent climax a hair's breadth before the point of no return. His entire body sagged, the air expelled from his lungs in a rush as the orgasm he'd been chasing abruptly slipped away.

Gen let out a broken whimper, the muscles of his forearms straining against the ropes holding him in place. You held his throbbing cock in a vice grip, watching his face twist as he panted, riding out the waves of frustrated, unsatisfying pleasure.

"That was a close one, huh?" you crooned, loosening your grip just enough to drag a slow, deliberate stroke up the shaft. Gen shuddered at the sensation, cock jumping eagerly. "We're not finished just yet."

Without waiting for a response, you resumed grinding the wand against his balls, watching with fascination as he writhed and cursed. A steady stream of precum leaked freely from the tip, dripping down his shaft in messy rivulets.

It didn't take long to bring him right back to the brink, his hips canting wildly as the pleasure mounted to an unbearable point. Once more you tightened your grip at the last possible moment, drawing a ragged, guttural shout from Gen.

You were beginning to doubt whether he could even last for the third round. His body was drenched with sweat, every muscle quivering, his hair and chest mottled with lovebites. The blindfold clung wetly to his flushed face, lips reddened and swollen from his teeth biting into them.

Gen was absolutely, breathtakingly wrecked. And you weren't even done yet.

"One more time, Captain. For me." You purred the words, letting the vibrator hover menacingly right below his cock, close enough that he could feel the pulsing hum radiating up his entire body.

His cock was an angry red, swollen and drooling precum freely, so painfully erect you could actually see the veins throbbing. You traced the head lightly with one finger, gathering up the slick fluid before bringing it to his lips.

"Open wide," you commanded, and Gen's mouth instantly dropped open. You slipped your digit inside, the velvety heat making you imagine how it would feel wrapped around your throbbing clit.

His tongue swirled and suckled the precum from your finger, and you couldn't help a low moan, heat unfurling deep in your core. Withdrawing, you traced his swollen, glistening lips. "Good boy."

The praise was like a shock of electricity through his body. He sucked in a harsh breath, hips canting forward, and the vibrator finally made contact just as Narumi’s cock jerked violently.

You barely managed to catch him, wrapping a fist around the shaft and squeezing tightly as the first rope of cum erupted from the swollen head. His entire body seized, head thrown back as his cum slowly leaked out in sad little dribbles, not nearly enough to satisfy the intense release he'd been denied multiple times.

"FUCK! I can't- I'm-" Gen was panting raggedly, every muscle in his body tensed to the point of trembling. "Oh god, please...let me- I need- oh fuck, please."

You released your death grip on his aching, oversensitive cock, watching it throb weakly against his abdomen. He shuddered at the loss of contact, hips twitching uselessly, a pitiful string of precum and thick clumps of cum dripping down his shaft.

His cock was still impossibly hard, the head swollen and dark. Every pulse sent a shudder through his body, hips twitching in aborted thrusts as if seeking the stimulation his cock was so desperately craving.

Gen's ragged panting filled the room, the air humid and heavy. You took a moment to admire his wrecked expression, the way his body had given itself over to your mercy. It was a powerfully heady feeling, being the one to have broken down the great Narumi into a writhing, babbling, desperate mess.

"Please what, Captain?" you murmured, trailing one solitary finger down the slick trail of cum leaking down his shaft. Gen hissed sharply at the contact, every nerve raw and hypersensitive.

He seemed too far gone for words, letting out a frustrated growl as he rolled his hips, his cock bobbing limply. The movement only made the thick white fluid dribble down his shaft faster, his cock a sloppy mess.

A sudden wicked thought made your lips curl into a smirk. Slowly, deliberately, you began stroking his oversensitive cock, just barely grazing your fingers in a whisper-soft touch. Gen moaned loudly, the sound somewhere between ecstasy and agony.

"I think someone's had enough," you crooned, continuing the tormentous motions. Gen's hips jerked, an obscene squelching noise following as your hand slid up and down his sticky, spent cock.

"So fucking dirty," you muttered under your breath, a jolt of heat going straight to your core. Gen made a strangled noise as you dragged your palm up the swollen shaft, smearing the cum and precum mixture across his abdomen.

His chest was mottled with deep purple bruises, nipples puffy and red, his hair a wild halo of silver around his flushed face. The ropes were cutting into his skin in the most delicious ways, every corded muscle defined beneath the red patterns.

He was a fucking vision. And you weren’t even close to being done with him yet.

With a final leisured stroke, you released your grip on Gen's overstimulated cock. It twitched pathetically, hanging swollen and spent between his thighs, covered in a sticky mess.

Leaning down, you placed a delicate kiss against his parted lips, reveling in the way his entire body seemed to react. Gen moaned into your mouth, letting his tongue lazily tangle with yours in a lewd imitation of a real kiss.

When you pulled back, his lips remained parted, a string of saliva connecting the two of you for a moment before it broke. "Fuck...more," Gen mumbled incoherently, chasing the contact.

Rather than reply, you shifted, slowly peeling off your sweat-dampened uniform. Gen made a desperate noise in the back of his throat as he heard the telltale sounds of fabric rustling, straining to catch any glimpse from underneath the blindfold.

You stood there a moment, admiring his restrained form, letting him hang in a delicious state of anticipation. Then, without warning, you turned around and sank onto his lap, letting out a soft sigh as his swollen cock nestled perfectly between your puffy folds.

"Shit," he gasped, feeling the hot wetness against his spent cock. Gen's hips bucked involuntarily, his entire body shuddering as his oversensitized length made contact with the silky, slick warmth. "Is that your- ah- fuck, I can't-"

He let out a broken cry as you began rocking slowly, coating his shaft in your fluids. The friction made Gen's eyes roll back in his head, the heady mixture of pain and pleasure sending his senses reeling.

"You feel so fucking good, Captain," you groaned, using the pudgy, flushed tip to rub your swollen clit. His cock was coated in a slick layer of precum and his own cum, the slippery friction making your pussy flutter.

"Don't- I can't...not again. Fuck," Gen gasped, trying to stave off the impending orgasm. Every inch of his skin felt like it was aflame, your dripping folds making obscene squelching noises as you ground against his spent cock.

He was completely helpless, unable to move or stop the pleasure from mounting. All he could do was let out a pained whine, the ropes cutting into his skin and the silken heat surrounding his oversensitive cock driving him to the brink.

"Shit shit shit," Gen chanted, hips bucking wildly as his balls began to tighten, the pressure mounting to an unbearable level. He was on the very cusp of a truly earth-shattering release, his mind completely blanking out in a fog of pure pleasure.

And then suddenly you were gone.

His cock throbbed weakly, twitching in the air, a small bead of cum clinging to the tip. Gen let out a frustrated growl, the tension coiled so tightly in his body that he felt like he was going to snap.

He was barely able to process what was happening before he suddenly felt a searing wet heat enveloping his aching length. Gen's hips canted wildly, a keening wail escaping his lips as he thrust helplessly into the soft, silky wetness.

You moaned loudly as you took his entire cock in one swift motion, burying him in your pulsing heat. His hips jerked wildly, the sensation almost too much for him to handle. "Fuck!" he shouted, head thrown back.

His body was rigid, the ropes digging into his skin, a steady stream of curses spilling from his lips. He came instantly, hot ropes of cum filling you up. "Shit, I'm sorry, I can't-" Gen choked out, his cock pulsing weakly.

Rather than withdraw, you slowly ground down on his twitching cock, the feeling of him filling you up almost bringing you to the edge yourself. "So fucking good," you moaned, relishing the way he seemed to lose all control, his hips canting erratically.

He was babbling incoherently, his cock pulsing weakly. You kept moving, the feeling of his swollen shaft brushing against your g-spot driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, it's too much, please. I can't- fuck, I'm gonna- again," Gen pleaded, his cock swelling and twitching as a second orgasm built up. Your own was right behind his, the hot friction pushing you over the edge.

The sound you let out as you came was something between a sob and a scream, your pussy spasming around his pulsing cock as you squirted in hot spurts. Gen's voice cracked, a hoarse shout escaping his lips as he felt you clench around him.

"I'm- I'm fucking coming," he moaned, his entire body trembling violently as his cock jerked and pulsed weakly, spurting a thin stream of watery cum deep inside you. It was a truly pathetic effort, his balls utterly spent, but the orgasm was nonetheless mind-blowing.

Gen went limp, his head flopping weakly onto your chest. You stroked his hair softly, pressing a tender kiss to his sweat-dampened forehead. He shivered, letting out a ragged sigh.

"Holy shit," he mumbled, the words coming out slurred. You gently carded your fingers through his hair before you looped a finger underneath his tear-soaked blindfold.

Gen blinked blearily, pupils dilated and gaze hazy as he looked up at you, completely dazed. "That was..."

"I know," you replied, gently removing the rope bonds. As soon as the last loop fell away, his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, holding you in a warm embrace as he buried his face back into your chest.

You continued stroking his hair, massaging his sore muscles as he slowly drifted back into himself. When he finally lifted his head, his face was still flushed, hair mussed and lips reddened.

"Well..." Gen drawled, giving you a crooked smile. "If that's the punishment for snooping, I might have to misbehave more often."

Rolling your eyes, you leaned down to press a tender kiss to his lips. He melted into the contact, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards as he cupped your face, the gesture surprisingly soft and sweet.

As you drew back, Gen's expression turned thoughtful, his gaze shifting to the side. "So...are there other kinks you haven't tried?"

You smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

He gave a lopsided grin, pulling you closer. "Oh, I have plenty of ideas," he murmured, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

[thefty-o]

Holiday Magic Mishap

god dammit... I can't believe I fucked it up again. Ugh...it was so easy with all those jocks at my school why can't I get it right with him. I think to myself through a strained smile thinly veiling my annoyance. Seated across me, is my dad who's getting beefier by the second at the expense of my boyfriend.

"Hahaha, you boys are...OUGhhhh...such a riot!" My dad rumbles, shaking the whole living room. His moan of pleasure interrupted his sentence, but he continued on like nothing.

He rolls his shoulders as I visibly see his Christmas sweater strain to contain his increasing bulk. the fabric stretching across his broadening chest and fuller arms.

"Heh, I'm glad you think so Mr.Johnson." my boyfriend chuckles as he stands beside my dad. Completely unaware that his 18-inch biceps just became 16-inch ones in a matter of seconds and his chest looked equally deflated.

I thought I would have learned from the first 5 mistakes trying to transfer size from my dad to what used to be my perfectly sculpted boyfriend, but it looks like I just messed up something else in the spell. Well, at least the reality-altering aspect is still functional.

My dad then reaches out and grabs my boyfriend's thigh before saying, "I'm so glad you found this gem of a...mghghhhh..man son. He actually has some meat on his bones." At that moment of orgasmic strength flooding my old man's system, I could hear the seams of his jeans creak. All the while my boyfriend's pants looked noticeably looser.

The first time was just supposed to be a fun little test during the start of our holiday vacation. When this trip first started my boyfriend was my masterpiece. I had drained jock after jock putting all that height, muscle, and cock in one supercharged hubby. My dad at the start was a portly little man way beyond his prime, but he did unmistakably have at least a ghost of that dad energy I thought my boyfriend could use.

So I tried to just make a small transfer. And for the first time since I started magic, the spell backfired and instead my dad ended up sapping a little bit of size from my boyfriend.

let's just say I got a little frustrated and tried again later, and again, and again. Each time making my dad more and more of a man, and at this point, I have given more than half of my boyfriend's size to that stupid, hunky, old man. Oh well... I can always try again tomorrow.

[goldengalore]

Thunderstorm

Summary: Y/N is terrified of thunderstorms and Harry comforts her.

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Based on this ask. I haven’t posted a fic in a long time and I thought this could help me get back in the groove of writing. Thanks to the person who sent it :)

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The weather channel lied.

They said nothing about a storm. In fact, they reported no rain at all. And yet, here it is, pouring at three in the morning.

Y/N’s eyes flew open half an hour ago, as the first roaring clap of thunder rattled her eardrums. It was silent for several minutes after that. She couldn’t help but wonder if the sound was in her dream. It wouldn’t be the first time the sound of thunder in a dream woke her up.

But then she heard it again, louder this time and accompanied by a bright white flash that illuminated the room for a split second. Raindrops began pelting the window and the roof.

Y/N looked beside her to find Harry fast asleep on his back, snoring softly. She almost envied how peaceful he looked while her own heart pounded against her ribcage. Her first instinct was to wake him, but when she remembered how late he got home last night, she decided against it. He seemed exhausted when he crawled into bed and barely got the words “goodnight, lovie” out of his mouth before he dozed off.

Not to mention, he doesn’t even know about her fear of thunderstorms yet. They haven’t been dating for long—just under four months—and Y/N only started staying the night regularly a couple weeks ago. They discussed their fears on one of their first few dates when he took her to a haunted house. She only told him about the more common ones, like spiders and heights, but purposely omitted thunderstorms because that one always tends to receive odd looks. How can someone at her age still be terrified of thunderstorms? People wonder. She even had an ex tease her relentlessly for it, which didn’t help.

So, rather than waking Harry, she tried to snuggle closer to him instead, seeking comfort through proximity, but he rolled over in his sleep, turning away from her. She carefully inched across the bed and rested her forehead against his warm, bare back, soothed by the way it shifted ever-so-slightly from his breathing.

Half an hour later, she’s still in that same position, while the storm persists outside. As the sound of rain hitting the rooftop reaches a crescendo, Harry stirs awake. He rolls back onto his back and rubs his eyes before glancing over to find Y/N wide awake.

“Rain wake you up too?”

She gives a small nod.

He stretches his long limbs and relaxes them with a heavy sigh, then sits up and swings his legs off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Y/N blurts out in a panic.

He looks over his shoulder at her. “The bathroom?”

“Oh… Um, okay.”

He smiles a bit and tilts his head to the side, puzzled by her reaction, but doesn’t say anything.

Y/N’s panic increases tenfold as soon as he disappears into the bathroom, leaving her alone in bed. Suddenly, the thunder seems louder, the rain more violent, and the lightning more menacing. Curling up into a ball, she pulls the covers over her head. A clap of thunder makes her squeak. She gathers the covers around herself even tighter.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she mutters under her breath, covering her ears and talking herself down. “It’s just a storm, Y/N. It’s just a storm, just a storm, it’s—”

“Y/N?”

She squeaks again, Harry’s voice catching her by surprise.

“Y—yeah?” she responds.

“What are you doing?”

“Uh… nothing.”

“Were you talking to yourself under the covers?”

“Maybe…”

The mattress dips behind her as he climbs onto it. When he tries to pull the covers off her body, she grasps at them desperately.

“Wait, no, don’t—” she starts.

“Shhh,” he stops her gently. He lifts the covers enough to slide under them and gathers her body in his arms, pulling her against him, then draping the covers over both of them.

“Is the storm bothering you, lovie?” he asks.

She nods, nestling her head into his chest. The feeling of his arms around her always makes her feel safe, protected, and it’s no different this time.

“We haven’t had one like this in ages,” he says.

Another roar of thunder makes her jump. Deep breaths. In… Out… In… Out.

“Do you want me to get my noise-cancelling headphones for you?” he asks.

“Where are they?”

“Think I left them on the coffee table downstairs.”

“Oh. Never mind, I don’t need them.”

“Are you sure? I can go and quickly grab—”

“I’m sure.” She tightens her arms around him, whispering, “Don’t go.”

“As you wish. I will stay right where I am.” He kisses the top of her head multiple times in a row and squeezes her. She smiles for the first time since she woke up.

They listen to the storm rage on for a few minutes until she finally says what’s on her mind.

“I know it’s weird. Being afraid of thunderstorms at my age.”

He shrugs. “I don’t find it weird. Were you always afraid of them or did it start later on in life?”

“Well, when I was little, my mom used to make me and my siblings hide in the basement whenever there was a storm outside. She was terrified of them. She wouldn’t let us come out for at least an hour after the storm subsided. I think that’s where it started.”

“That makes sense… Must’ve been scary for you and your siblings.”

“We thought it was normal. We thought that was how everyone’s family reacted during a thunderstorm. It was only when we got older that we realized it’s not.”

He runs his fingers through the lengths of her hair as she explains. She inhales deeply, flooding her senses with his intoxicating scent.

“How long were you awake before I got up?” he asks.

“Half an hour. Since the storm started.”

He tuts. “You could’ve woken me up, lovie. I would’ve kept you company.”

She pulls away from his chest to look at him. “You were so tired when you got home last night. I didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as he gazes down at her. “Well, I was dreaming about you anyway, so it wouldn’t have made a difference, staring at those pretty eyes in my dreams and staring at them in real life... Still, I prefer real life, so you should wake me up sooner next time.”

A grin spreads across her face. “You are quite the sweet-talker.”

He smirks. “I’m not just sweet talking. I’m telling the truth.”

“Well, then you’re just the sweetest person ever.”

“Hmm, no, that’s you.”

“No, you.”

“No, y—” The thunder roars again and this time, Harry jumps. “Jesus Christ!”

Y/N giggles.

It takes another twenty minutes for the storm to settle, but Harry keeps her so well-distracted with his playful teasing and corny dad jokes that she hardly notices. She starts to doze off in the middle of their conversation. He kisses her on the forehead as her eyes flutter closed.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

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[muiitoloko]

Co-stars

Summary: You find yourself sandwiched between your two co-stars, both figuratively and literally.

Warnings: Obscenity.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × fem!Reader × Colin Firth

Author's Notes: This is just fiction, no harm intended.

Alan Rickman leaned back against the plush pillows of their bed, his eyes hooded with desire as you eagerly took him into your mouth.

"God, you're incredible," Alan murmured huskily, his baritone voice thick with desire as he tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements with increasing urgency. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?"

You moaned softly around him, your eyes sparkling with arousal as you eagerly bobbed your head up and down, your tongue swirling around his length with practiced skill. You couldn't get enough of him, couldn't resist the intoxicating taste and feel of him filling your mouth.

Meanwhile, Colin Firth knelt beside them, his gaze fixed on your flushed face as you pleasured Alan with single-minded focus. He couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight, his gentlemanly demeanor remaining intact as he watched you with hungry eyes.

"Alan, her mouth feels amazing," Colin replied with a grin, his voice laced with admiration as he reached out to stroke your cheek. "But you should feel how tight she is. It's like heaven."

Alan's heart raced with excitement at Colin's words, his desire surging to new heights at the thought of your tightness enveloping him. With a playful smirk, he reached out to caress your cheek, his fingers trailing down your neck to where you were still eagerly sucking him.

"Mmm, I can imagine," Alan replied huskily, his voice thick with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes. "But I think I'll let you enjoy that for now, Firth. I'm quite content where I am."

Colin wasted no time, his own desire burning hot and fierce as he positioned himself between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips with a primal urgency. With a low growl of desire, he pressed himself against you, his hard length sliding effortlessly into your wetness.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your eyes widening in surprise as you felt Colin filling you completely. He was bigger than Alan, and you weren't used to him yet, the sensation of him stretching you to your limits sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Alan watched with hungry eyes as you moaned at the sensation, your body arching against Colin's with a fervor that left him breathless. He felt a surge of desire coursing through him, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights as he watched the person he loved being pleasured by another man.

With a playful smirk, Alan reached out and gently stroked your cheek, his touch filled with warmth and affection. "Enjoying yourself?" he murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire as he watched you with hungry eyes.

You nodded eagerly, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of Colin's touch. "Yes," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "It feels so good... he's so big..."

Alan grinned at your response, his own arousal spiking at the thought of you being filled by Colin's impressive length. With a surge of excitement, he reached out and trailed his fingers down your neck, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

Meanwhile, Colin continued to thrust into you with a relentless urgency, his movements growing faster and more intense with each passing moment. He was lost in the heat of the moment, his desire driving him to new heights of passion and intensity as he claimed you as his own.

As you moaned and writhed beneath him, Alan couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights as he watched you surrender yourself to the pleasure of Colin's touch. With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as he prepared to join you both in ecstasy.

And then, just as Alan reached the brink of release, he felt your hand wrap around his length, your touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. With a primal roar, he gave himself over to the pleasure, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave as he poured himself into your waiting mouth.

As Colin soon climaxed too, he took care to withdraw, his release painting your flushed skin with evidence of your passionate encounter. With a satisfied sigh, he leaned back on the bed, panting heavily as he looked at the mess you had made.

Meanwhile, you lay there, your chest rising and falling with each breath as you basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking. A contented smile graced your lips as you glanced between Alan and Colin, your eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Well, that was certainly an experience," you remarked playfully, your voice tinged with satisfaction. "I must say, the three of us make quite the team, don't you think?"

Alan chuckled softly, his body relaxed and sated as he lounged on the hotel bed. "Indeed," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "Perhaps we should consider making more films together in the future."

Colin returned from the bathroom with a damp towel in hand, his gentlemanly demeanor evident as he approached you with care. "Let me clean you up, love," he said tenderly, his eyes soft with adoration as he gently wiped away the evidence of your passion.

You smiled gratefully at him, your heart swelling with affection for the two men who had brought you so much pleasure. As Colin tended to you with gentle hands, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you, a feeling of belonging in the arms of the two men who were your co-stars.

Alan smoothly stuffed himself back into his pants, his demeanor relaxed as he reclined against the plush pillows of the bed. Colin, with his characteristic gentleness, came to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist as the three of you settled in for a cozy chat.

As you nestled between them, feeling the warmth of their bodies against yours, you couldn't help but remark, "This is quite fun, isn't it? I mean, do you two like... this?"

Alan, his voice still tinged with the remnants of desire, chuckled softly. "Always," he replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he glanced between you and Colin.

As Colin confirmed his enjoyment with a gentle nod and a warm smile, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. Knowing that both of your co-stars were pleased filled you with a sense of satisfaction, easing any lingering doubts you may have had.

But then, as you lay there nestled between them, a thought suddenly struck you like a bolt of lightning. You sat up abruptly, turning to look at Alan with wide eyes filled with realization.

"Wait a minute," you exclaimed, your voice tinged with incredulity. "Did you just quote Severus Snape to us?"

Alan chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at you. "Perhaps I did," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "But can you blame me? After all, who better to channel in a moment of... shall we say, intensity?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his response, the absurdity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. Here you were, lying in bed with two of the most esteemed actors of your generation, discussing the finer points of quoting fictional characters during moments of passion.

Colin, ever the gentleman, simply shook his head in amusement, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Well, I must say, Alan," he remarked with a chuckle, "you certainly know how to set the mood."

Alan grinned at Colin's comment, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in closer to you. "Shall we continue the performance, then?" he murmured huskily, his voice sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.

You glanced between Alan and Colin, feeling a surge of excitement coursing through you at the prospect of what was to come. With a playful smirk, you nodded eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation as you prepared for the next act in this delightful little drama.

As the trio settled into their second round of passion, Alan's attention turned to exploring your eager flesh with his skilled tongue. With a wicked grin, he leaned in closer, his baritone voice dripping with desire as he murmured huskily, "Shall we explore a different angle, my dear?"

You shivered with anticipation, your heart racing as you nodded eagerly in response. Colin, ever the gentleman, watched with hungry eyes as Alan positioned himself between your thighs, his skilled hands caressing your skin with practiced ease.

With a slow, teasing motion, Alan lowered his head, his warm breath sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you as he began to explore your delicate folds with his tongue. You moaned softly at the sensation, your hands tangling in his hair as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

Meanwhile, Colin moved to kneel beside you, his gentle hands roaming over your flushed skin with a tender reverence. With a soft sigh, he leaned in closer, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along your neck as he whispered words of encouragement and praise.

Alan, his own desire burning hot and fierce, delved deeper into your wetness with each passing moment, his tongue swirling and flicking with expert precision. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure crashed over you in delicious waves.

Colin, ever attuned to your needs, reached out to caress your cheek, his touch gentle and reassuring as he whispered words of comfort and adoration. "You're doing so well, love," he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Just relax and enjoy the moment."

With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a fever pitch as you surrendered yourself to the ecstasy of the moment. Alan, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights, redoubled his efforts, his tongue delving deeper and deeper into your wetness with each passing moment.

And then, just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of release, Alan shifted his focus, his lips closing around your sensitive clit with a tantalizing suction. You cried out in ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of sensation washed over you in a dizzying torrent.

Colin, ever the attentive lover, moved to support you as you rode out the waves of pleasure, his arms wrapping around you with a tender embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a crescendo of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of the moment.

As the trio basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, a sense of contentment washed over them like a warm blanket, enveloping them in a cocoon of love and affection. With gentle hands and tender kisses, they tended to each other's needs, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and adoration for the bond they shared.

As you came down from your high, Colin smoothly took Alan's place, his demeanor remaining gentle and attentive as he settled between your thighs. With a tender smile, he leaned in closer, his lips trailing feather-light kisses along your heated skin as he prepared to continue where Alan left off.

Meanwhile, Alan watched with hungry eyes, his arousal reignited at the sight of Colin pleasuring you with such care and devotion. With a low growl of desire, he reached out to fondle your breasts, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as you eagerly surrendered yourself to the pleasure of his touch.

Colin, ever the attentive lover, wasted no time in exploring your eager flesh with his skilled tongue, his movements slow and deliberate as he teased and tantalized you with expert precision. You moaned softly at the sensation, your body arching against him as waves of pleasure crashed over you in delicious waves.

Alan, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights, couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your sensitive skin as he watched you with hungry eyes. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a fever pitch as you surrendered yourself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.

As Colin felt you nearing the edge, he gently withdrew from his position, a desire evident in his eyes as he looked at you with a silent question. You nodded eagerly, your own desire mirrored in your gaze as you shifted to straddle him, your hands roaming over his chest with a hungry urgency.

Colin, ever the gentleman, allowed you to take control, his hands settling on your hips with a gentle reassurance as you positioned yourself above him. With a playful smirk, you lowered yourself onto his waiting length, a moan escaping your lips as you felt him filling you completely.

Meanwhile, Alan reclined in an armchair nearby, his eyes fixed on the two of you with a hungry intensity as he watched you with rapt attention. With a low growl of desire, he reached down to open his pants, his hand wrapping around his length with a practiced ease as he began to stroke himself with increasing urgency.

As you rode Colin with a fervor that left him breathless, Alan's arousal surged to new heights, his own desire reaching dizzying heights as he watched you with hungry eyes. With each thrust, he felt himself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as he prepared to join you both in ecstasy.

With a playful smirk, you looked at Alan. "Enjoying the show?" you asked, your voice thick with desire as you continued to ride Colin with increasing urgency.

Alan nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched you with rapt attention. "Immensely," he replied huskily, his voice thick with desire as he continued to stroke himself with increasing urgency. "But I must admit, I much prefer being a part of the action."

"Don't worry, darling," you murmured huskily, your voice thick with desire. "You'll have your turn soon enough."

Alan grinned at your words, his arousal spiking at the thought of joining you both in ecstasy. With a playful wink, he settled back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the sight of you riding Colin with increasing fervor.

As you continued to ride Colin with single-minded focus, Alan's arousal reached a fever pitch, his own release imminent as he watched you with hungry eyes.

As you reached your third orgasm, your body writhing with ecstasy, Colin couldn't resist joining you in the throes of passion. With a primal growl of desire, he surged forward, his own release crashing over him like a tidal wave as he poured himself into your waiting body.

Meanwhile, Alan watched with hungry eyes, his arousal reaching dizzying heights at the sight of you both lost in pleasure. With a low growl of desire, he rose from his chair, his movements swift and purposeful as he crossed the room to where you lay.

With practiced ease, he scooped you up in his arms, his touch gentle yet firm as he carried you to the bed. With a playful smirk, he positioned you so that your legs hung off the side, giving him easy access to your eager flesh.

As he hovered over you, his baritone voice dripping with desire, he murmured huskily, "Now, my dear, it's my turn to show you what I can do." With that, he lowered himself onto you, his hard length sliding effortlessly into your wetness as he claimed you as his own.

Meanwhile, Colin took a moment to recover from his orgasmic haze, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as he relaxed into the afterglow of his release. But even in his post-coital bliss, he remembered to caution Alan, his gentle nature evident in his concern for your well-being.

"Easy on her, Alan," Colin warned gently, his voice tinged with concern. "She may be overstimulated."

But Alan, ever the confident lover, growled in response, his desire burning hot and fierce as he pressed himself against you with increasing urgency. "Don't tell me how to treat a woman, Firth," he replied huskily, his voice thick with desire. "I know exactly what I'm doing."

With that, Alan surrendered himself completely to the pleasure of the moment, his movements becoming more frenzied and intense with each passing moment.

As you clung to him, your body trembling with pleasure, Alan held you close, his arms wrapping around you with a tender embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a crescendo of ecstasy as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of his touch.

"Come for me, my dear," Alan murmured huskily, his voice thick with desire as he urged you on. "Cum for me, let go and surrender to the pleasure. I want to feel you shiver and shake in my arms."

But you shook your head, tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as you gasped for breath. "I-I can't, Al," you whimpered, your voice trembling with emotion. "It's too much, it's too intense..."

Alan, ever the understanding lover, brushed away your tears with gentle fingers, his touch soothing and reassuring as he whispered words of encouragement and praise. "You can do it, my love," he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I believe in you. Just let go and surrender to the pleasure."

With a shaky breath, you nodded in response, your heart pounding in your chest as you surrendered yourself completely to the pleasure of the moment. With each passing moment, the intensity of your pleasure grew, building to a fever pitch as you teetered on the brink of release.

And then, just as you felt yourself reaching the edge, a wave of pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, sending you spiraling into the depths of ecstasy. With a cry of pleasure, you came undone in Alan's arms, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of sensation washed over you in a dizzying torrent.

Alan, his own release imminent, surged forward with a primal roar of desire, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave as he poured himself into you with reckless abandon. As his seed spilled into your waiting body, he stayed for a moment on top of you, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

With a tender smile, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and reassuring as he murmured words of praise and adoration. "You were incredible, my dear," he whispered softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm so proud of you."

As you lay there in his arms, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. With a grateful sigh, you nestled closer to him, feeling safe and cherished in the arms of this man.

Meanwhile, Colin watched with a fond smile, his heart swelling with affection as he witnessed the moment shared between you and Alan. With a gentle sigh, he settled back against the pillows, content to bask in the warmth of your love as the three of you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

[brianwashere]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are, can I ask for one, Batfam x vigilante!male!reader. The reader is a teen (younger than Tim and older than Damian). He’s like super smart and knows martial arts and is a total badass. The bat family has been trying to catch him for a year now. The reader just stopped a drug dealing, near the docks and was about to go back to patrolling but nightwing and Robin show up. They fight for a bit and robin kicks the reader in the water. The reader is exhausted too and passes out. Nightwing sees the reader not coming back up and dives in and rescues him. They take him back to the bat cave, put him in like a cell and the batfam starts questioning him. They find out he’s a kid and a orphan and ALSO knows who they are, bruce decides to adopt him (the reader and Robin not wanting that) but Bruce says something like since the readers just a kid and he already knows their identity, might as well adopt him and keep a eye on him. Thank youuuuu, I hope you can do this! Sorry if it’s a bit much <3

YIPPEE!!! First req in a long time :DD I had to churn this out in like two days so sorry if it feels rushed!

Ahahaha ignore that it’s 1:40 am

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from DC**

Pairing: Batfam x male!teen!vigilante!Reader

Genre: found family

Summary: go to req

Tw: brief mention of blood, almost drowning, mention of drugs and drug rings

It’s Called: Freefall

Being a vigilante in Gotham was easy. Easy if you were professionally trained in combat. Easy if you had the money to get every little convenient device you wanted.

Neither of which you were.

Both of which Batman and his posee of underlings were.

Sure you’d picked up what you could being on the street, fending for yourself, sneaking into dojos and boxing gyms to observe and practice later yourself. But in the end, you were just some kid trying to make your way in the vigilante scene. Which led you to the situation you were in currently.

You were crouched on top of two metal shipping crates staring down at the drug deal soon to take place. You squinted through the mixture of darkness and heavy rain. A new drug had recently hit Gotham’s streets and you intended to get your answers and drop the contraband by the police station.

You saw the seller take his position. You readied yourself but waited until the buyer showed up. You needed to be sure they actually had the drugs before you went down guns blazing, cracking skulls and kicking ass.

As soon as you saw the drugs leave the jacket you were on them, jumping from your hiding spot onto the seller, tackling him to the ground. The man yelped in surprise and pain while the buyer started running. You spared the buyer a glance, grunting in annoyance.

“Get the hell off of me you freak!” The seller yelled as you kneeled on his arms and back, pinning him to the ground and grabbing the dropped bag of substances. You sighed as he struggled under you.

“Where’d you get this?” You demanded, increasing the pressure on his back.

“None of your business!” He spat.

“Look, buddy. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The hard way involves dangling from Wayne enterprises.” You said through grit teeth.

The man seemed to pale at the threat of heights.

“A-a ring leader…we just call him the boss. I swear that’s all I know!” He practically screamed.

“God what a cliché…” You grumbled to yourself, landing a swift blow to his head and knocking him out. You stood up and stretched, groaning.

‘Jesus—my back hurts.’

You brought the bag down to inspect it before shrugging and shoving it into your backpack. You’ll deal with it on the way home. You glanced back down at the unconscious drug hustler.

“Not your day today, buddy.” You said shaking your head.

Then you heard an abnormal sound in the white noise of the rain. A hard thunk on metal. You stilled. Were they really here? Had they searched for you specifically or did they get the same tip as you?

You tensed, preparing. Someone landed behind you and you whipped around to face them.

‘Nightwing.’

‘This is fine. I can handle him…. No. No I definitely can’t. Ok this is fine this is ok.’

“Ready to finally come quietly?” Nightwing flashed a smile.

You returned it with malice. “Never in a million years, boy wonder.” You laughed to yourself.

His smile faltered and he just shrugged.

“Well you brought this upon yourself.” He said and another person jumped down behind you.

You snapped your head in their direction.

‘Robin. The pipsqueak. Great.’

You backed away slowly from both of them, your eyes glancing back and forth between them. They both move at you suddenly. You jump back and dodge one attack from Robin, simultaneously throwing yourself into Nightwing—luckily it caused him to fumble. Your back hit the ground and you grunted in pain. Robin ran at you and you kicked him away from you.

The little caped rat was launched back, skidding to his knees before getting back into an offensive stance. You scrambled to your feet, taking a defensive position. You grit your teeth and glared at him, prepared.

The fight went on for what felt like hours, especially in a two against one.

You spat on the ground; your muscles ached. You saw the flash of red on the asphalt before the rain washed it away. That distracted you enough for Robin to kick you off the dock into the frigid water below.

The water swamped you all at once. The cold seemed to knock all the warmth from your body. You panicked as you sank further and further down, you were so tired. You just wanted to rest. You kicked and flapped your arms desperately but you didn’t feel in control of them. You couldn’t hold your breath anymore. The darkness pulled your mind further from consciousness and you passed out.

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C’mon, Nightwing.” Robin said to the dark haired man who was staring into the water.

“He’s not coming up.” Nightwing responded.

Robin looked at his brother and raised an eyebrow.

“So?” He asked indifferently.

“He’s in trouble.” Nightwing seemed to have made a decision in that answer.

“What does it—.”

Robin was cut off by Nightwint diving into the water.

“Dammit, Grayson!” Robin yelled after Nightwing.

About a minute later, Nightwing emerged.

“You’re an absolute idiot.” Robin spat at Nightwing, helping him back onto the docks with the young vigilante in his arms.

“He was gunna die.” Nightwing retorted.

“Great.” Robin started sarcastically. “Now, since you’ve saved him, you can drop him here and let the cops deal with him.”

“We’re not doing that, Robin.” Nightwing responded, tiredly.

“I don’t like what you’re suggesting.” Robin growled.

“Suggested? I didn’t even say anything.” Nightwing chuckled some.

“You’re implying we take him back to the cave.”

“He could have answers.”

“He’s a cretin. Not even worth the trouble.” Robin grumbled.

“Always glad to hear your opinions.” Nightwing said sarcastically, already heading back towards the Batcave.

Robin rolled his eyes and reluctantly followed.

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You opened your eyes to blaring lights above you.

‘God, what time is it?’

You rolled over to try and shield your eyes from the light.

‘Lights?’

You rubbed your eyes. You felt no mask. Fear spiked your heart. Memory of the drug pickup and fighting two of Batman’s sidekicks and passing out in the water flooded your brain all at once. You shot up and realized you were in a cell.

‘Oh no no no no no no—‘

You quickly stood up and stumbled. You managed to catch yourself on a glass wall.

“He’s awake, circus clown!“

You looked up to see the Red Hood pushing himself off a wall, looking very tired. Your eyes adjusted to the light as he walked to the front of the cell. No point in hiding your face, they’ve all probably seen it. Nightwing joined him, looking a little too pleased for your liking.

“The man himself gunna show up or did he leave his favorite to do his biding for him?” Red Hood asked. However, there didn’t seem to be much bite behind his words.

“I’ve been here, Red Hood.” Batman himself emerged from the shadows with Robin appearing from behind him like a lost puppy. A very…angry puppy.

Red Hood startled some at the sudden appearance, but recovered quickly. The gun wielding vigilante seemed to curse something at Batman but you couldn’t hear.

“Let’s not delay this anymore.” Batman spoke.

You swallowed. His gaze pierced through chest and saw right through you.

‘Start what?’

“What’s your name?” Batman’s voice was gruff.

“Like hell I’d—“ You started.

“Yo! Red Robin!” Red Hood called to the other other Robin somewhere out of your view.

Your full name, alias, and address was listed within the second. Your heart fell to your stomach and crawled back up again. Nausea punched your gut.

“Tell us all you know about the drugs and the ring relating to them.” Batman’s tone wasn’t aggressive, but you weren’t fooled. This was a command.

“Dunno anything…” You slurred out. Christ, you hurt everywhere.

“I don’t believe you.” He responded.

You rolled your eyes. Sure, you were lying but you just wanted to go home. To nap. Oh my god a nap sounded great right now.

“They call it amethyst. It’s a narcotic. It’s new but sweeping the streets fast. That’s all I know.” You grit out.

“Where are your parents, kid?” Batman asked.

“Don’t you know, since you apparently know everything?” You growled at him.

“I do. I just want confirmation from you.” He responded calmly.

“Six feet under at Gotham Cemetery. You can take up my behavioral issues with them. I’m sure they’d be overjoyed to hear about them.” You told him sarcastically.

Batman was quiet, thinking. Robin suddenly seemed to catch onto something.

“No! No! You’re not going to—!” He yelled.

Batman approached the cell and slipped off his cowl. Your eyes widened. You tried to speak but you couldn’t.

“You’re too young to be on your own. You’re younger than my second youngest. How’d you like to live with me and my family?”

You shook your head from you stunned state.

“What!” You gaped.

“No!“

“No!

Both you and Robin exclaimed in unison. Batman—who was apparently Bruce Wayne, by the way—smiled some.

“Seems it’s that or foster care.” He said, seeming to not even consider the possibility of putting you in foster care.

“You’ll fit right in.” Bruce Wayne seemed to find it amusing.

He typed a code into the keypad and the door opened. You blinked and stepped out hesitantly. The other three sidekicks were watching you. One with muted excitement, one with indifference, and one with outrage.

“I’ll get Alfred to set up a room for you. I’m sure you’re tired.” Bruce Wayne said.

Your head was still reeling. Sleep? That sounded more excellent than anything else you could be offered. You sighed. You shouldn’t start composing yet. You just got unofficially adopted by the richest man in the city. Things could be worse, right?

[onemillionvolts]

18+. MDNI.

day one: bondage ~ scaramouche + f!reader

warnings: a little teasing

Kinkmas 2022 Masterlist

oh, what a lovely sight you are for the balladeer. sprawled out on the bed, not an article of clothing on you, all tied up and exposed for him. your arms are bound behind your back, legs forcefully parted by your ankles, tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.

scaramouche can't help but admire you in this state, a product of his own doing, tying you up so perfectly—and he's ready to make use of it. you watch with burning desire in your eyes as he strokes his stiff cock in his hand, its tip oozing precum.

he steps forward, pressing the tip of his length to your glistening cunt. he lets out a scoff at your neediness as he pushes his cock past your entrance, all in one go, earning a shocked gasp from you.

"what? d'you expect me to take my time?" scara bites, the last three words coming out in a tone of sheer mockery. he wastes no time, hips rutting back and forth as he watches your body squirm, desperate to be released from your binds. alas, scaramouche has no intention of letting your limbs free, but he invites you to keep trying with a smirk.

"squirming so much," he grumbles, his thick cock stretching your walls with each forceful thrust. every rut of his hips makes you forget, if not only for a split second, that you're all tied up. your legs still struggle—only because you long to wrap them around your lover's waist, to pull him deeper into you, to have any sense of control over him.

but alas, you don't have control, and scara revels in that. he also basks in the sweet sounds you make, those that you try to hide by biting your cheek, but come flowing out anyways. "hmm, right there?" he coos after hitting a spot that elicits a particularly strong reaction from you. you frantically nod, and he proceeds to hammer in on that spot, as if it's his driving force.

you're still shifting your arms around behind your back, the discomfort numbed by scaramouche's length bullying your cunt, constantly rubbing against your sweet spot. your legs shake, sore from being held up in the air for so long. he only laughs in response, giving you a cocky "what, tired already?"

the quiver of your legs only increases as he continues to pump his cock in and out of your cunt, his thrusts deep enough to make you see stars. your orgasm is quickly sneaking up on you, moans gradually picking up in speed and intensity, perfectly aligning with scaramouche's unholy thrusts.

a flurry of words leave your lips at once, all indicating to the harbinger that you're already approaching your climax. "mmm, if that's the case, i guess 'm getting two from you, yeah?" he hums—so nonchalant, yet it sends a shiver down your spine.

your climax hits suddenly, cunt tightening around scara's cock as he fucks you through your release, now playing with your clit to bring you to new heights.

he gives you no break when you come down from your high, continuing to slam himself into you with no remorse. with his unoccupied hand, he slaps your thigh lightly. "tell me, d'you want me to untie you?" you nod, still hazy from your heavenly climax.

he snickers in response, and you swear you can feel him fuck into you faster. "too bad."

he keeps on stretching your sensitive walls with his cock, thumbing your clit as well. you squirm against him more, trying to untie your arms by yourself, to no avail.

"cum on my cock again and i'll think about untying you." he declares, now steadily approaching his own climax. he locks in on that sweet spot of yours again, working your body like only he knows how to.

he cums with a low growl, his hot seed painting your walls white—it's enough to send you past your own limit again, clamping down on his length with a shaky moan of his name.

he pulls out shortly after, grinning at the sight of his cum slowly flowing from your entrance.

"i think i'll keep you like this for a bit longer..."

[yuesya]

As a sorcerer, Shiki is no stranger to dealing with unexpected situations on her assignments. It’s easy for missions to go awry, and a sorcerer must be able to adapt to the rapidly-changing circumstances –or die, usually.

Being stranded in a different world is still stretching things, though.

Shiki is not in the habit of lying to herself. Especially not when the truth is clear to see. Perhaps there are places in China where wild mint grows tall enough to cover a young child’s height, but she’s fairly certain that slimes and burrowing dragon-creatures are not part of the local wildlife in any place on Earth. And that’s not even mentioning the strange elemental flowers that tunnel easily through the earth to launch aggressive surprise attacks…

But the young man traveling with them is clearly used to dealing with such creatures. Xiao dispatches anything that attacks them with ease, unwaveringly calm and brutally efficient. Shiki thinks that he might be the most skillful spear-user that she’s ever seen –not that there are very many sorcerers who wield spears, most preferring swords as Shiki does. But there’s still something about the way with which the young man wields his weapon that hints at a preternatural grace, even by a sorcerer’s standards.

… Even compared with Satoru-niichan’s movements, which is a little alarming to consider. But it does explain how he’d killed Patch-face with minimal injury to himself.

Shiki readjusts her grip on Muta-san, taking a moment to reinforce her body with cursed energy to restore her flagging strength. Physical power is not her strong suit, and Muta-san is heavy, especially with the increased mass from his… transformation, courtesy of the late Patch-face. She’d actually ended up cutting off another portion of his monstrous body in order to make it easier to carry him around with her, but now she’s wondering if she should’ve cut off a larger portion of his dismembered torso…

Shiki had been careful to avoid severing any of Muta-san’s lines, and her cursed technique lapse would prevent him from dying on her. Shoko-san should be able to put him back together and keep him alive, right?

… Although, it’s not as if Shiki can call Shoko-san for assistance right now, what with the current issue of being in another world and all.

She supposes that it’s fortunate she encountered Xiao, who both speaks Japanese –somehow, inexplicably, although the accent is a little strange– and is amenable to lending his assistance, even despite the entire mess with the Special Grade cursed spirits.

He’d fallen silent for a moment after Shiki explained her situation.

“… It would be remiss of me to ignore your situation, considering the circumstances,” he’d finally said. “I do not have the solution to your problem, but… perhaps the other adepti would. I will guide you to Jueyun Karst. Consider it repayment for protecting the people of Liyue, when it was not your responsibility to do so.”

“I am a sorcerer. It’s a sorcerer’s duty to fight curses and protect humans.”

A lesson, a mantra that’s been drilled into her since childhood. The response is reflexive, almost.

Xiao had nodded silently, with a faint flicker of something in sharp golden eyes that made it clear he also understood, then turned and beckoned her to follow.

[zekepng]

𝐂𝐀𝐓 & 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Being unleashed into the forest with a murder chasing you, you have the choice of fighting or flying. Fighting was always his favourite, yet the chase was always yours because you knew what would happen once he caught you.

Ghost face one shot, (TW) - knifeplay, punishment, spanking, fingering, rough sex, explicit content

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Author's note: I wrote this for fun, so apologies for it being very short

The ominous forest stretches out as far as the eye can see. Lost and disoriented, the darkness obscures any sense of direction, leaving you feeling vulnerable and uncertain. 

A sense of anticipation fills the air as the sound of footsteps reverberates through the dense forest, abruptly ceasing.

You feel the impact of your body against the coarse bark of the tree, trying to catch your breath as silently as possible. Trembling with fear, you raise your hand to your mouth, unsure of how to evade the clutches of a murderer. 

Little did he know, the pursuit was always your favourite. 

Amidst the barren tree branches, a faint light beckons, while the resounding thud of sturdy boots draws nearer with each passing moment. With each step getting closer, you can feel your heart racing, as if it's ready to burst out of your chest. 

Even though you're both alone in the forest, the sound of heavy breathing can be heard right away making you question whether it’s him or not. 

You remain completely still, except for your eyes, as you vigilantly observe the area to your right. You notice a shiny metallic object that grabs your attention. Without hesitation, you swiftly emerge from your hiding spot behind the tree and deliver a swift strike to his shin with your right foot. 

The unexpected events take him by surprise, evident in his physical reactions. As he drops to one knee, he thrusts his right hand forward, trying to catch you with the knife. You quickly shift your body, causing you to lose your balance and fall backwards. 

You let out a deep grunt as you collapse onto the ground, giving him the opening he's been anticipating. An overwhelming sense of fear engulfs you like a raging inferno, compelling you to desperately claw at the earth and hastily retreat from the figure, who swiftly rises to his feet. 

His imposing presence looms over you, seemingly increasing in height with each passing moment. As he mindlessly wields the knife in his hand, you rely on your only defence—your legs. 

You vigorously kick and flail your legs, desperately trying to push him aside. 

Your right leg somehow manages to rise up and knock the knife out of his hand, sending it soaring into the abyss. Seizing the moment, you rely on your own strength to rise from the ground. As you do, his outstretched arm attempts to pull you closer, but you manage to evade his grasp. 

Confronted by the man who has relentlessly pursued you through the dense forest, you cautiously retreat, unwilling to divert your gaze from him. The mask covering his face has small stains and marks that could be dirt or blood. 

His gaze fixates on you as he carefully observes your expression, finding delight in the fear that seems to be overwhelming you. 

Out of nowhere, he lifts both of his hands up beside him, as if he's almost surrendering. The mysterious figure dons thick black gloves, concealing their true identity as they cautiously lower their fingers. 

You appear perplexed as you observe his fingers steadily falling. You maintain your composure as you cautiously retreat from the man, who suddenly quickens his pace by lowering his fingers. 

He raises a solitary finger, holding it up briefly. He keeps fixating on you, and it's hard not to notice the immense delight it's giving him. 

Out of nowhere, the finger descends, and he unveils something hidden behind his back with his right hand. As he retrieves the object from behind him, he tilts his head in a seemingly taunting manner, leaving you perplexed until another knife materialises in his hand. 

"Run," his voice commands, famous and familiar. 

You quicken your steps, your eyes wide with anticipation, as the man behind you resumes his pursuit, turning the chase into a thrilling game of cat and mouse. 

As soon as you catch sight of him hurrying his steps, you swiftly pivot your body and set your sights on the flickering light in the distance—a captivating new goal. 

You can't help but notice the metallic taste that fills your mouth, causing you to wonder if all that running is taking a toll on your body. The speed at which your feet transport you is truly remarkable. You would have given up a while ago but you were determined to beat your record. 

With each heavy footfall on the unforgiving terrain, a deep tremor reverberates through your being. The sight of an old house, illuminated by flickering light, brings a wave of emotion, almost bringing tears to your eyes. 

The house appears even more menacing than the thing that is pursuing you in the forest. 

As you glance behind you, you desperately hope that he isn't as near as you fear. However, your heart sinks as you catch sight of a gleaming blade hurtling towards you. 

In a matter of seconds, you swiftly manoeuvre your body to evade any potential harm from the menacing blade. Simultaneously, you hold onto hope that the door ahead of you is accessible. 

You instinctively hurl yourself against the door, propelling your body forward. As the door swings open, it nearly propels you into the house, revealing a surprisingly well-decorated interior that stands in stark contrast to the dilapidated exterior. 

In just a matter of moments, your gaze lands upon the staircase situated to your right. You quickly hurry towards the stairs without considering a plan. 

Upon reaching the fifth step, an intense sensation grips your left leg, forcefully dragging you downward. 

You feel a sudden impact as your body collides with the unforgiving stairs, leaving you breathless. The strong exclamation "fuck!" Bursts from your mouth in a rough grunt as you sense yourself being pulled down the steps. 

An intense and noticeable pain spreads through your entire body, as if it originates from deep within your veins. 

He releases his grip on your foot and grabs your thigh while twisting your shoulder to guide your body to turn over. You struggle against his grasp, but in the midst of the struggle, he brandishes a knife, aiming to strike. 

The sharp blade grazes your cheek, leaving behind a vivid crimson mark. 

You vigorously strike him with your hands while wiggling your legs free of his grasp. The male pulls you further down towards him, leaving you trapped beneath him and before he has the chance to do anything else to you, you bring your knee towards your chest and throw it into his stomach. 

With a heavy grunt, he gets choked up and releases his grip on you. You shove the male away from you and watch as he trips down the few short stairs, giving you time to climb up the remainder. 

“You’re going to regret that, bitch,” you hear him call out from below but you don’t waste a second. 

Three doors catch your attention as you reach the top of the stairs, each one identical to the other. You run towards the furthest one and pray there will be a way to escape somehow. 

As you slam the door behind you, an object stops it from closing. Looking down to the ground, you notice his foot is wedged between the gaps, preventing you from shutting him out. You grunt and huff as you try to force him out. 

Suddenly, using all of his weight, he knocks the door wide open, sending you flying back. Your body smashes against a dresser, causing everything to slide off. Without seeing his face, you can tell from his body language that a large smirk is evident on his features because he knows he has you. 

He lunges towards you, blocking your exit. As you go to protect yourself by raising your fist towards him, he harshly wraps his digits around your exposed skin and slams you against the wall using all his force. A wince escapes your lips while you try to calm yourself down. 

“Caught you,” his heavy tone whispers like smooth butter. With no warning, he trails his knife along your exposed thigh, inching higher and higher but stopping just before your thong. “You’re getting faster,” he praises. 

He presses his knife against your clothed clit, causing your breath to hitch because he’s teasing you the way he knows you like it, “but not fast enough.”

"You cheated," you accuse, breathless. Struggling against his hold on your hands, you refuse to give in as he strengthens his grasp. "You knew I was going to run into here.” you declare.

He inclines his head as he uses his knee to gently widen the space between your legs. "You had the option to continue running, but instead, you chose the simpler path." Every nerve in your body tingles as his voice resonates, while the blade gently glides over your skin.

Your head moves in a cautious manner, aware of the sharp object tracing your face.

"And due to your actions, I’m going to have to punish you like the slut you are.” His demeanour undergoes a complete transformation, leading to a shift in his tone. Suddenly, without warning, he forcefully hurls your body away from the wall and onto the floor.

Caught off guard, a grunt escapes your lips as you hit the chilly ground. You can't help but notice the imposing figure before you, starting from his sturdy boots and moving up to his mysterious mask, making you feel a lump in your throat.

Gradually, he approaches you, observing your every move as though you were a defenceless creature.

"Get on your knees," he orders as he halts in front of you.

You gaze at him for a few moments, your heart pounding in your chest, uncertain of his next move. Out of nowhere, his sizable hand grabs onto your hair, making you flinch as he lifts you up from the ground until you're on your knees.

With a firm hold on your hair, he leans in closer to your face. “You better start fucking listening, otherwise I won’t be happy.”

In an instant, he releases his hold on your head and begins to unbuckle his trousers. Even though you've been in this situation countless times, a wave of nerves still washes over you.

As he removes his trousers, you are met with the noticeable shape in his boxers. He seizes the band and yanks it down, allowing his thick cock to spring free. 

Innocently, you stare up at him, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over you.

His cock appears larger than you recall. The tip is a bubblegum pink with two prominent veins running down the base, seemingly twitching at you, eager to be savoured.

As you look into his eyes, you gently grasp his cock and move in to kiss his tip. You tantalise him by gently swirling your wet tongue around his tip and along his slit, eliciting a deep grunt from his mouth.

As you focus on him, you withdraw and watch as the saliva from your lips falls into your hand. You caress his cock, lubricating it with saliva, and then proceed to take him into your mouth.

A sharp hiss escapes his lips as you once again sense his large hand grabbing onto your hair. He forces your head forward, making his tip reach the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen as you gag with his cock in your mouth. His head tilts back, as he treats you like a puppet, controlling your movements as you struggle. Your face glistens with saliva; tears well up in your eyes as he reaches the back of your throat, yet you remain fixated on him.

He stares down at you as you perform the intimate act. “Look at you, sucking my cock like the whore you are."

He moves your head away from his cock, giving you a moment to catch your breath before thrusting it back into your mouth. The room fills with gags and grunts as he rocks your head faster, signalling his closeness.

"Fuck," he grunts softly as he keeps thrusting into your mouth. He manipulates your head as if you're a puppet controlled by his desires.

He relentlessly mistreats your mouth while muttering curses under his breath. You sense his throbbing cock pulsating in your mouth and with one last thrust, your mouth starts to fill with a heated fluid that shows no sign of stopping.

You try to swallow it, but there's just too much coming out.

He withdraws his cock from your lips, and as he does, some of his release begins to trickle out, flowing down your chin.

“You’re such a fucking mess,” he remarks, running his thumb along your chin to gather the spilled fluid. Suddenly, he pushes his thumb into your mouth, ensuring not a drop is wasted.

He removes his hands from his gloves and tosses them aside. As he walks behind you, he tightly grips your hair strands and pulls you back. Whimpers escape your lips, fueling his excitement.

Suddenly, your body is forcefully pulled towards the bed, but he halts just before you make contact. He abandons you on the floor as he settles into the bed. “Stand up and strip,” he orders.

Gradually, you rise from the ground and position yourself a couple of metres away from him. Feelings of excitement and anticipation surge through you as you begin to remove your top. Tossing the fabric to the side of the room, you then lower your skirt to the floor.

Even with the mask concealing his face, you sense his gaze absorbing every detail of your form.

As you step out of your skirt, you nervously wait for his next words, "everything."

You reach behind yourself to unhook your bra, letting it slip off your arms and land on the floor. Sensations of exposure and vulnerability wash over you as you slide your thong down your legs until it falls to the ground.

“Get down on all fours,” he orders, making your eyebrows furrow together in confusion.

"Wha-" you begin to say, but he swiftly tilts his head at you—a clear warning.

Biting your tongue, you carefully lower yourself to the ground. You kneel and place your hands in front of you, seeking reassurance from him. You notice a slight nod, indicating his desires.

He commands, "“Crawl to me.” His deep and alluring voice whispers those words, “And when you reach me, you’re going to climb onto my lap.” 

You find yourself engulfed in a whirlwind of uncertainty, unable to even consider protesting against him. Following orders, you begin to move towards the man, his attention never leaving you.

Fortunately, the proximity isn't far, but you proceed cautiously, suspecting it might have aroused him.

You grasp his thighs and then climb onto his lap with your exposed body. With your arms around his shoulders, you straddle his lap, anticipating his next move.

He moves in closer to your ear and softly murmurs, "Good girl."

As the two words escape his lips, you’re met with a bundle of pleasure, taking you by surprise. His thumb gently caresses your sensitive clit in a circular motion as his fingers explore your inner folds, whispering, "You're always so wet for me."

All at once, his fingers slide into your wet pussy, prompting you to clutch his shoulders and bite your lower lip, nearly breaking the skin.

As gentle whimpers try to break free from your lips, his fingers delve further into you. You move your hips against his, breathing heavily. "P-please..."

“Do you want another finger, baby?” He asks while curving his two thick fingers against your walls.

You nod eagerly, aware that speaking will reduce you to a whimpering wreck.

Without a second thought, he slides two additional fingers into you. Your fingers grip his shoulders tightly as you let out a moan of ecstasy, causing him to savour every moment, “H-holy fuck,” 

He softly murmurs, "I wish you could see yourself dripping down my hand, you slut," almost pushing you to the brink.

“Fuck me,” you exclaim as you keep grinding your hips against him. "P-please..." Your words fade into a soft sound of pleasure as you try to communicate.

"P-please fuck me," you finally manage to plead.

With a single fluid motion, he withdraws his fingers from you and pulls you close as he rises to his feet. He swiftly repositions you on the bed, facing you downward with your ass facing him.

A sudden jolt of pain reverberates through your body when his hand makes contact with your ass. Sensations intensify as he glides his cock between your folds, making you nearly plead for more.

As you open your mouth to speak, a sudden, intense, choked up moan flees from your throat as his thick cock enters your tight pussy. With his head tilting back, he murmurs, "I forgot how tight you are,"

You grip the comforter tightly as you sense him thrusting into you. He quickly increases his speed, building up tension inside you, leading to muffled moans escaping your lips.

“You love my cock fucking your tight pussy, don’t you?” His voice is tense as he poses the question, and when you struggle to reply, he smacks your ass and then forcefully pulls your hair to lift your head.

You nod with tears in your eyes and whisper, "Yes, yes, I do."

“Because you’re my fucking slut,” he grunts as he intensifies his movements inside you. 

[fairyminnie444]

So i want to increase my height. I'm 23 years old, female. I listened to many height subliminals. But didn’t increase 1 inch. What can i do???

So u said u didn’t increase, that’s mean that u are checking 3d instead of 4d, cause if you were reaching 4d you would see that you already have your desired height and would relax about it, remember that only your opinion and your vision of yourself matters, not others. If you are sure of this then it has already happened and it will reflect on 3d, as long as u feel it and maintain that state (that DOESNT mean u need to think about it all the time, just know that in your mind and live your life feeling what u would feel if your 3d was already align)

Here are some options that can help you if you are struggling(that’s normal, u got this):

1. Revisit Your Mindset and Belief System

Height subliminals rely heavily on belief and mental alignment. If you’re approaching them with doubt or frustration, it can create resistance. Here’s what you can do:

• Reframe your mindset: Instead of focusing on “I didn’t increase 1inch yet” shift to “My body is capable of amazing transformations.”

• Combine subliminals with visualization: Picture yourself at your desired height daily, especially before bed. Imagine standing next to others and feeling taller, looking at yourself in mirrors, and feeling confident. When you listening to the subliminal make sure to keep in mind that the subliminal ABSOLUTELY works, don't wait for it to work AFTER listening, FEEL it working while listening it.

2. Posture and Spinal Health

Poor posture can make you appear shorter. Strengthening your spine and improving posture can sometimes add a visible 1-2 inches.

• Stretching exercises: Incorporate stretches like cobra pose, cat-cow, or hanging exercises to decompress your spine.

• Yoga or Pilates: These can elongate your posture and strengthen your core, giving the illusion of added height.

3. Nutrition and Supplements (if u want to)

Optimizing your body’s nutrition can benefit your overall health and bone density.

• Calcium and Vitamin D: Essential for strong bones.

• Protein: Helps repair and strengthen tissues.

• Growth hormone boosters: Foods like eggs, fish, and nuts may support natural HGH production.

Maybe doing these more "literal" things will help you in the routine of FEELING that you are achieving the height you want, it is not necessary because the power is in your mind, but the more you can make the logical part of your mind collaborate with your subconscious, the better.

4. Persist!!!

Read some success stories, do SATS, don’t think about time, or rush. Do what makes you feel confident and certain that it is possible, that you will achieve it, and when any doubts arise or thoughts like "wtf am I doing", cut them off with the opposite thought: "YES, I can do it, even if no one else has done it, fuck it, I'll be the first, I know my power and my ability, miracles exist, circumstances don't matter and everything is possible AS LONG AS >> I << believe to." What matters is that YOU believe in it, your world revolves around you and your assumptions.

[oneshotnewbie]

if u r still takin requests can I request a jj from cm daughter reader 1 shot? we don't get to many of those on here

Authors note: I didn't know if you wanted the reader to portray a teenage daughter or a young daughter, so I just went with the younger daughter idea

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“Mommy,” you called in a loud voice across the entire playground as you sat on the slide, your two pigtails shaking with every movement of your head. The blonde quickly got up from the bench in the shadows and headed for the play structure you had chosen to play with.

She stood in front of the end of the slide, leaned forward with a smile and clapped her hands several times in amusement. "Come on then, Love Bug!" you slowly slid to the stainless steel edge of the sloping level, pushed yourself forward and then raised your little arms. Laughing, you squealed with every bump you slid over before falling into her arms. "Hey, I got you."

JJ spun you around twice, tickling you in the process and making you laughter spread in her ears. A moment later she dropped you back onto the grassy ground and you hugged one of her thighs satisfying before running away. "Again! Mommy, come with me?" you asked your mother and came back to her. Your small hand wrapped around two of her fingers and pulled her with you with all your strength to get to the ladder of the play tower.

"Baby, I think I am too big for the slide," the blonde communications coordinator laughed as she started to climb the small steps higher, almost hitting her head on the wooden plank. With great difficulty she crawled after you through the parkour and as she watched you nimbly climb through and overcome all the hurdles, she thought about the past five years and the time when she had held you in her arms for the very first time.

You were born with only 2800kg and a height of 52cm and had enriched her life with so much happiness. And now you had actually almost completed your fifth year and were a real tomboy. No wall was too high to climb or jump down and as your girth increased, it became increasingly difficult for her to keep up with the lively girl and romp around.

"Mommy, let's go!" A small, cute voice called upon her thoughts and she looked up from the wooden floor. You had now reached the slide and waved her over. She tried to get to you as quickly as you could, looking at her watch. It was time to go back to the office, her lunch break was over.

"Slide with me one more time and then we will go," she called to you and you began to stomp your feet and fold your arms under your chest in frustration. "No mom!" you explained forcefully, a pout spreading across your face. You had your own mind, she could give you that. Stubborn like herself in her younger years, JJ recognized herself in you.

"Yes, sweetie. We have to go back to Uncle Reid, Aunt Emily and all the others." she tried to lure you and this announcement pulled. Your short legs were quickly back on the metal, your bum firmly anchored in its seat as you waited for the blonde. Meanwhile she had also arrived and sat down next to you on the wave slide. Your fingers intertwined with hers and together you counted down before sliding together.

After a long, one hour game session, you walked through the entrance to the office with JJ holding your hand, tiredly nibbling on a chocolate ice cream, your face full of the brown milk ice cream. "Well, who do I see there?" a dark voice asked, pulling your attention from your dessert. Looking up, you saw the grinning face of Derek, who got up from his desk and walked towards you with slow steps. In no time at all you broke away from your mother and ran towards him.

He quickly knelt down and opened his muscular arms wide open before you threw yourself into his arms. “Hey, my big one,” the special agent caught you and unceremoniously sent you flying through the air with the waffle. “Make a flyer." he demanded and you cried out with joy while you stretched your arms like wings.

Playing airplanes was a recurring ritual that you both needed whenever you were allowed to come to the office with your mother. While the blonde got herself a coffee, she listened to the loud cheers from you, mixed with other voices from her team, and smiled. You were happy.

A few minutes later she came back into the bullpen, you sitting on Emily's lap and drawing on a paper with her pens, your head bright red from playing with Derek. Your head nestled against the chest of the black-haired as you let her clean your face with a wet wipe.

"Is there any news regarding the case?" JJ asked as she finally sat back in her seat and booted up her computer. She watched your little eyes light up at your family and enjoyed the sight of seeing you happy. "Yes, there are a few. The victim succumbed to his injuries but managed to say the name of his-" Reid tried to finish his sentence and sound child-friendly, but he could not manage it. However, JJ nodded understandingly, knowing what he wanted to say.

The blonde turned to you, having almost fallen asleep on Emily's lap as she rocked you back and forth in her swivel desk chair. "Love Bug, come to me. I will take you to Hotch's office where you can sleep. Say goodnight to the others," you climbed down from the black-haired girl's lap and stumbled towards your mother, who soon picked you up in her arms.

You turned around, received a kiss on the forehead from each of your colleagues and then laid your tired head on your mother's shoulder. “Good night, we will see you later” spoke everyone in unison and waved at you. You waved back before your arms wrapped around the blonde’s neck and your eyes closed.

[aromanticyaoi]

Artfight tips I don't see anyone mention

This will be more of an accessibility tutorial for dummies, because the tips are more about making your page look good across different themes and devices, not about how to survive the actual fight.

1. Make sure your text is readable on both Dark and Light mode

I know a lot of people just looooove to clown on Light mode and how ugly it is, but some users use it for different reasons. I myself have bad eyesight and it is sometimes hard for me to read light text on dark backgrounds. Keep this in mind when using certain text colors.

You can also make the text easier to read by making it bold, increasing font size, etc.

2. Don't make tables with long rows. They will be hard to read on mobile.

Once again, people often forget that some artists might look at their page from a narrow-screen device, such as a phone or a tablet. There are artists that don't even have a computer, and draw either traidionally or on their phone. Please keep that in mind when you add tables to your profile.

This is what a table with a row of 4 cells looks like on desktop:

This is what it looks like on mobile.

You have to scroll to see the whole thing, not to mention how narrow each cell is. Yes, you can switch to landscape orientation, but I personally wish to be able to read everything without tilting my phone.

3. Big images with manually set width & height can also look bad on mobile.

This is what an image set to 400px height looks like on desktop. It looks okay, doesn't it?

...But on mobile, it stretches in a weird way.

If you are uploading a big image on your profile (like the one shown above), I recommend resizing it beforehand instead of manually adjusting its width and height.

[defilerwyrm]

Hey, trans guy here, and while I’m not personally interested in getting bottom surgery, I am interested in writing t4t erotica involving guys who have. Do you have any writing tips on that front or just stuff you wanna see from what I imagine is a pretty underserved niche?

Howdy and that’s awesome!

One thing that would be cool to see represented: not everyone who gets bottom surgery is a top! I’m sure not, though strangely my interest in playing that role has increased since I had the work done. You can be the biggest anal queen this side of Pornhub and still get bottom surgery. Only makes sense, right—if we can accept that having a dick doesn’t automatically make a cis man a top, the same is also true of trans men & transmascs.

Some things about a healed-up phallo dick from my experience, under a cut:

The head is VERY sensitive, and the base is very sensitive. Everything in between that has erotic sensation but in an “Mm that’s nice” kinda way until you add pressure too. Once it’s healed up, it is definitely possible to orgasm from stimulating it. How long that takes will vary, though. I was told it might be up to a year, but I have a crazy healing factor and had it back in like 2-3 months.

If you couldn’t successfully kill the hair follicles on a permanent basis via electrolysis and/or laser prior to surgery, there’ll be hair. (It’s not THAT weird. Plenty of cis men out there have hair on their shafts too!)

If you had a tattoo on your donor site, you’ve got a tattoo on your dick now, lol. It might be unrecognizable depending on where it was originally (especially on the inner wrist/forearm).

There’s a scar up the underside right in the middle and all around the base. The scar up the middle of your scrotum will look similar enough to the natural seam of an OEM scrotum that it’s not really notable.

The scrotum won’t have all the wrinkles an OEM one does at rest.

No foreskin, more’s the pity, but the head looks VERY much like a circumcised OEM penis once it’s healed.

Different donor sites tend to produce different results. The non-dominant forearm is preferred because they take a stretch of nerve with it and it’ll typically have the least subcutaneous fat, so you tend to get the best sensation and shape. With the back or thigh, bigger guys might end up with a Coke can cock, which cis men THINK they want but it’s a different story when it’s always that size.

Yep, it’s always the same size. Which means you’ve got something the size of an average-for-your-height erection at all times.

Without an implant, it’s quite floppy as you can imagine. If you manspread at all, you might have to shake a leg out when you stand up ‘cause your dick’ll go between your thighs, and you’ll notice real quick as soon as you start walking. Masturbation can be awkward depending on how you do it, but “double bagging” (wearing two condoms at once) will keep it stiff enough to top.

There are two types of implants you can get: a flexible rod made of silver encased in biostatic silicone that gets sutured to your pubic bone to make sure it stays in place (how metal is that?!), or an inflatable rod that has a pump & release in the scrotum. Look for “erectile dysfunction implant” if you’re researching these. With the former, you basically always have an erection, but it’s posable; not great if you wear a lot of Speedos, as my surgeon put it. With the latter, you choose when it stands up and when it lies down. These implants, along with testicular implants for those who get them, are always done at least 6-9 months after the initial surgery.

Recovery can be rough. I took 3 months off work and needed it. The first two and a half weeks were the worst because I had a suprapubic catheter in, and dear gods I hated being cathed. Felt like I had to pee at all times, even right after emptying the bag. Worth it, though, absolutely worth it.

If you do radial arm flap, you’ll end up with two scars aside from the ones on your groin: a rectangular graft that goes most of the way around (NOT all the way around; that leads to necrosis!) the forearm from the wrist to about halfway to the elbow; and a less-obvious rectangular scar shaped like an open book on the top of one thigh where they take a split-thickness (meaning, only part of the way down) skin donation for your arm graft. The graft is pretty obvious, especially if you’re chubby, but my leg scar is extremely subtle and continues to get fainter as my skin cycles itself out.

The graft will be forever hairless.

People will probably glance at the graft, and they might stare if they’re rude, but in the…what’s it been, almost two years I’ve had it, exactly one person has actually asked about it and that was when it was still fresh and extra gnarly-looking. I told her “It’s a graft, it’s not as bad as it looks” and there were no follow-up questions.

Because there’s nerve harvested from the inside of the forearm, sensation comes to the penis faster than it comes to the graft. The cut nerve DOES regrow! But for the first…I’d say 6-9 months? Ish? I could only feel pressure on the tissue UNDER the graft. Sensation is still duller there, but at this point I can feel temperature, moisture, and texture well enough.

Recovery includes physical therapy for the donor arm. The more you move that wrist early and consistently, the less stiff it will be when it heals. I’ll never be able to touch my thumb to my wrist again, but I also can’t do that on the right either now, so I think that’s more to do with my age than the surgery (I used to be a lot more hypermobile, but I am no longer a spring chicken).

Learning to pee standing up is a messy affair that involves cleaning the toilet and doing laundry a lot. Once you’ve got it down, though, it’s pretty awesome.

Chasers will now ghost me the instant they find out I am not biologically available to be their sexual experiment.

There are a LOT of other options for bottom surgery, but I only have passing familiarity with them based on hearing firsthand accounts and what I learned from my surgeon. Personally, I weighed meta vs phallo heavily; being able to get a natural erection with meta or Centurion was a very attractive prospect, but it just doesn’t produce a size that I would find satisfying in terms of my own self-image, so I went with phallo. There was never a question in my mind as to wanting vaginectomy with it. Beyond the unbelievable convenience of being able to pee standing up without an STP device, I fuckin’ HATED my front hole, and I REALLY hated being pressured about having things done to it (mostly by cis men, but not always) all the time.