#and all of this is tickling the side of my brain that desperately wants to write a thesis on the way divinity has been explored in exandria

[kingkaizen]

𝓯𝓸𝓬𝓾𝓼

∘ desc: studying is always best when you're getting your pussy played with <3

∘ ft: nanami

∘ a/n: for all of my loves approaching finals week, hope this helps <3

∘ includes: fingering, pussy slaps, choking, overstimulation

“Focus for me, sweetheart.”

Nanami’s calloused fingertips hovering just slightly over your soaked cunt was the only thing your clouded brain could focus on. Sitting with your back against his chest, legs spread and notebook in hand, he wasn’t referring to you to focus on him. No, he wants you to try your hardest to absorb as much information from that notebook as you could. With your finals coming up, it’s incredibly important to make sure you’re effectively studying in order to get the best grade possible. Nanami thinks that your education is important, and he will do everything he can to make sure that you pass all of your classes.

“You’re always so wet for me.” Nanami mutters to himself, always in awe by how beautiful you look all spread out for him. “Go ahead, read the next paragraph honey.” Your eyes search on the white page for what you read last, finding your place before reading out loud.

“This n-next section illustrates -fuck- the essentials for…” You trail off, brain fogged over at the feeling of him finally making contact with your throbbing clit. He circles around it slowly before applying just the right amount of pleasure, causing you to throw your head back onto his chest. His fingers leave your body just as fast as they got there, making you groan in frustration.

“Kento, I can’t do this anymore. Please just touch me already.” You’re growing increasingly frustrated at this point. Fuck your exam, you just want him inside of you. Nanami has other plans, however, shaking his head no at your request.

“You know I can’t do that, love. This test is more important than whatever this pretty little pussy of yours wants.” Nanami gives your cunt two quick slaps, making you jump in surprise at the sudden contact. “Finish reading this page and I’ll reward you, come on.” You could feel Nanami’s warm breath tickling your ear as his fingers made their way back, teasing you so much that it’s driving you insane. You’re growing more and more desperate by the second, hands shaking in anticipation as you continue reading. The further you get down the page, the more Nanami is willing to give you. 

“...and with that, c-concludes the end of this chapter.” As soon as you get that last sentence out, Nanami plunges two thick fingers into you, curving them ever so slightly to hit that gummy spot that causes you to cry out in delight. You’re gripping his biceps with so much force, trying anything to keep you grounded as he shows you no mercy. He’s putting his forearm to work, tiring his wrist out to push in and out of you as his other hand grips your neck to push your head back against his chest. The eye contact is so intense, hand wrapping around your throat making you clench around his fingers.

“So greedy.” Nanami chuckles, watching the way your eyes flutter closed in your pathetic attempts to keep them open. “Gonna cum all over my fingers? C’mon baby, let it all out for me.” Nanami’s words made your heart pound even harder, legs shaking as that feeling deep in your tummy starts to overwhelm you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, thighs closing around his hand as you gush all over him. He groans at the sight, fingers slowing down inside of you as he works you through your high. He kisses all over the side of your face and neck, each touch of his lips feeling like sparks of electricity over your skin. Sensing that you’re finally coming back down, his fingers make slow movements inside once more. You whimper at the feeling, pleasure coursing through your veins once more. 

“Too much, Kento!” You cry out, hands gripping his wrist in a weak attempt to pry his large hand away from your warmth. He doesn’t move an inch, instead adjusting the hand on his neck to slowly move down over your collarbones, fingers twisting over one of your nipples.

“I’m sure you could take it. You’ve been such a good girl for me, let me give you a treat for all of your hard work.”

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[silens-oro]

Pretty Damn Close

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+. Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x f!Reader Domestic fluff/Established Relationship

The Pitt Playlist located here

Synopsis: Mike gets a reminder that he very desperately needed. Word Count: 1,404 Content Warning: None; Reader is in her 30's A/N: I binged The Pitt over a weekend and was immediately enraptured by this man. I haven't posted a fic in a while, so please be kind. Who wants to scream into the void with me about this show?????

Days off were a rarity for both you and Mike, and when they overlapped you feared pigs would start flying across the skies of Pittsburgh. Sleeping in was an even greater luxury, one you were taking full advantage of in the comfort of Mike’s plush be d. 

Mike’s arm tightened around your waist as he pulled your back closer to his chest, letting you know that he was starting to wake up. He inhaled deeply, then sighed a release before kissing your shoulder tenderly. 

“Morning,” He mumbled against your skin, his beard tickling you as he trailed kisses up to your neck. 

“Afternoon,” You chuckled, knowing you both had slept well past one in the afternoon. Mike had gotten home around eight and you both stayed up until the late hours of the night watching the Penguins game at Anaheim and getting frisky on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers. Needless to say, you were both feeling the late night.

“Ah, shit,” Mike groaned, turning onto his back he kept his arm under you so he could tug you to his chest while rubbing his eyes with his free hand. 

“Thought you were gonna sleep the day away, Sleeping Beauty.” Mike pinched your side playfully in response to your teasing. “Be nice.” You reprimanded softly while tugging a small section of his beard. 

“I am nice,” he grabbed your hand, placing the gentlest kisses to your palm. “Speaking of nice, would it be not nice of me to say we should stay in bed today?”

Jack and Leanne were hosting a barbecue later that afternoon and as much as you also wanted to flake due to your poor choices the night before, you also wanted to not be that friend. Leanne was hosting a get-together for some of the people in her yoga group and invited you and Mike to join in. It wasn't anything crazy, she had said, just some barbecue and drinks while everyone mingled.

“As much as I would love to stay home and have my way with you, it would be a very not nice thing to do, Mike.”

“You can’t tell me you’re not tempted.” He wiggled his eyebrows to butter you up. “We could stay in, order takeout, watch a movie?”

“As tempted as I am to take your offer, any excuse to show off my hot doctor boyfriend to strangers is enough for me to get out of bed.” Mike barked out a laugh he couldn’t contain. 

“Hot doctor boyfriend?” He repeated, beside himself. 

“Yes, my hot doctor boyfriend. I don’t know if you know this, but I hit the jackpot with you.”

“Did you now?” The playful glint in his eyes let you know he’d play along for now. 

“Highly educated, incredibly handsome, thoughtful, compassionate,” You listed off, “A genuinely a good person-” 

“-Oh god-” He cut you off, visibly squirming beneath you. He started to shimmy his way to the side of the bed, but you quickly caught him -laughing- while you pulled him back to the spot he previously occupied. 

“No! Where are you going?“ Your words were broken by giggles coming from both of you. "Come back!" In a quick motion, you straddled his hips, pinning Mike to the bed. 

Your hands cupped his bearded cheeks to keep his gaze on you. “I know it gives you the heebie-jeebies when you have to listen to someone praise the good qualities you have, Mike, but it’s good to hear them once in a while otherwise you lose perspective of yourself to whatever your brain is telling you.”

“I have plenty of some not so great qualities you seem to be sweeping under the rug,” He mumbled once the laughter died down. His fingers twiddled with the hem of the t-shirt you slipped on in the middle of the night -the frayed edges keeping his attention. 

“Like what? You don’t rinse your dishes when you put them in the sink? You leave the same cup on the same corner of the coffee table every single day? That you’re moody sometimes? I think that comes with the whole Emergency Room Attending Physician thing you have going on -just an observation.” Holding your hands up in mock surrender, Mike leveled you with a look. 

“I am also nearly twenty years your senior,” This was a point he brought up out of self-consciousness. You knew it ate at him, even though you didn't see the problem. It took quite a bit of convincing on your part when you began seeing each other that it wasn’t as weird as his brain was making it out to be. A man -who was 48 when you met- dating a then 33 year old was hardly considered robbing the cradle. 

“Which makes you even hotter,” You shut him down, not giving him a second to dwell on it any longer than he obviously already had. “Quite frankly, had you been any younger, I wouldn’t have even glanced your way." Mike snorted. "You’re just making my case for me.” He rolled his eyes. 

“We’re not going to get into the psychology of that,” He chuckled.

“Because you are not a psychologist." You poked Mike on the tip of his nose. "Just because I’m in a happy relationship with an older man does not mean I have daddy issues. I happen to love my father very much, and he also happens to like you.”

“Because we're so close in age,” His quick response had your jaw on the floor. Mike’s bright grin let you know that he had succeeded in making you squirm just as you made him. Tit for tat, if you will. 

“You think you’re clever, Dr. Robinavitch?”

“I have my moments,” You hummed at his response, his grin still beaming up at you. His hands had moved from playing with the ends of your shirt to gently rubbing your hips down to your exposed thighs. 

“Which is exactly why we’re having this conversation. We’re well past due for it, actually.” You could tell the direction of this conversation was killing him, but he needed to hear these things. He gets so stuck in his head sometimes that he begins to spiral, taking your relationship with it -unintentionally. You knew he needed to hear every word that left your mouth, and understand it for the truth that it was. 

Mike wasn’t perfect, but he was pretty damn close. 

On the flip side, Mike spent so long thinking he’d never get to have a person that loved him as much as he loved them who didn’t care about his crazy hours, being called in to work on the few days off he had, missing plans or holidays, not seeing each other with the exception of a few hours at night when he came home dead on his feet. 

His career -and personal lack of balancing his work and personal life- was usually the relationship killer in his experience. Other factors surely came into play, but at the end of the day most women wanted the doctor, but nothing else that came with it and Mike didn’t blame them. 

Then you came along -introduced to Mike through Jack and his wife Leanne- and it felt effortless from the second his hand met yours when you shook it. He didn’t want to believe it then, but laying in his bed with you now made him realize that you were the last piece to the puzzle. The shape that had been missing. 

It was hard to date later in life, as Mike found out through reality check after reality check. Most people wanted to get married, have kids -to build a life. He was pushing 50, running himself ragged at the hospital, and the idea of a baby this late in life sounded like an actual nightmare. While you were in your 30s -still young enough to pursue those things- you didn’t want kids; however, you loved Jake as if he was yours, just as Mike did. Neither of you had any blood relation to the teen, but that didn’t stop you from loving the kid fiercely. He had that effect on just about anyone he met.

That was enough for Mike. As long as he had you, he was more than happy because you fit in a space he didn’t think anyone else would or want to. 

Gratitude was something Mike thought about a lot more these days. He felt it when he woke up next to you nearly every morning when you started staying overnight at his place more and more often, and as you leaned down to tenderly kiss his lips, he thanked whoever was listening that you had fallen into his life when you did. 

“Now get up,” You kissed Mike once more, knocking him out of his thoughts. “Jack will have your ass if you bail. You know he hates having people he doesn’t know over. God knows Leanne is trying to put the poor man in an early grave with the socialization. He needs someone he knows there.” Mike let his hands fall to the bed as you crawled off of him and scampered over to the en-suite bathroom with a fond smile. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be sure to throw the life preserver out for him.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting his head rest back on his pillow for a few moments more before you popped your head out of the bathroom. "I owe him that much, at least."

“As a good friend should. Another good quality to add to the list for our next talk.”

“Enough!” The bathroom door closed milliseconds before a pillow had hit it, but Mike could still hear your giggling from inside.

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Can I Sleep With You? | Joaquin Torres imagine

Summary: when all else fails, try sleeping next to someone who’ll hold you accountable

Warnings: fluff, funny jokes, miscommunication

Word Count: quick written in app couple hundred words

A/N: just before I go to sleep, you can have this little idea

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good night sleep. Ever since you took up the offer to move onto the new Avengers campus for training, you just couldn’t seem to switch off. The bed was too new and firm. You felt self conscious knowing the rest of the team were in rooms around you, most of them practically strangers. Your muscles ached from hours of work outs and fight training. Your brain constantly going back over the things you’d done wrong. Your body ached. Your eyes were heavy, yet still you couldn’t sleep.

You had tried everything under the sun; reading, listening to audiobooks, so many different white noise sounds. You had even smothered your body in a lavender moisturiser to try and help you to relax. Still you tossed and turned and ended up staring at the ceiling in frustration.

On night three, you decided you’d had enough.

You checked the time on your phone, 12:15am, before shooting Joaquin a text.

Y/N: Hey, you still up?

Joaquin: Yeah, why?

You didn’t bother to message back and explain. Instead you got up, slipped your feet into your sliders next to the bed and went down the hall to his room; where you knocked and waited patiently.

“Hey,” he whispered into the silent hallway, “what’s up?”

“Can I sleep with you?”

He took a step back, his eyebrows raising as he looked you up and down, his eyes taking in your bedtime look.

“I mean, I’m not opposed, but surely if you were gonna come use me for a late night booty call, you could have at least dressed up a little and treated me to some lingerie.”

“Uh, what? No.” you quickly said, shaking off his comment. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Okay, then what did you mean?”

“I mean sleep. Like actual sleep. I feel like I’ve had maybe three hours sleep total in the last three days and I’m desperate.”

“And sleeping in bed with me is gonna help?” he fished, looking for your reasoning.

“Look, I’m just weirded out being in a new place on my own okay. I just want to cuddle up in bed with my best friend and feel safe so I can sleep.”

He softened then, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Come on then,” he said, stepping back and ushering you inside.

His bedsheets were all ruffled where he’d been chilling in bed, winding down to go to sleep, the bedside lamp on washing the room in a soft yellow light.

“I didn’t interrupt your late night porn routine did I?” You joked, wanting to diffuse the small amount of tension you’d brought into the room from invading his space.

“Oh no, I finished that about an hour ago,” he teased.

“Good thing this wasn’t an actual booth call then,” you said back, before climbing into the bed and shuffling to the far side that hadn’t been touched.

“Oh don’t worry, I could have gone again,” he teased back, flashing you a playful smile. You rolled your eyes at him before fluffing the pillow and lying down in it comfortably. “You need anything else?” he asked as he prepared to climb in next to you.

“Nah, I think I’m good,” you said.

“Just that cuddle then.” he said with a nod, turning the light off and shuffling close to spoon you. You both shuffled about a little until you were completely comfortable, the dark quiet of the room blanketing you both and making the moment feel far more intimate than you’d originally imagined this being. “You called me your best friend,” he finally said quietly into you ear.

“Yeah, I did.” you said back, in the same hushed tone. “Is that okay?”

“As long as you don’t expect me to say it back.” he joked and his breath tickled the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine that relaxed you, your body folding into his and his arm wrapped tighter around you to pull you into his chest.

“Good night, Joaquin.” you finally said into the darkness.

“Good night, Y/N.” he said contently back.

[hivemuthur]

Request: something with sex pollen or accidental aphrodisiacs (science experiments?). And not like dubcon. More like Viktor/Reader have unconfessed feelings and apparently one or both of them needs to be drugged and desperate for sex to get them out. Idk if it’s your thing but I’d be interested to see your take on it.

I remember the evening I got this ask. I was like yesss and my friends gave me the look, you know?

Unknown Variable

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! sex pollen, but I've managed to plot it up a bit. From warnings: unsafe sex, rough sex, lots of fluids, brief mentions of experimenting on animals. The substance here is based on how fentanyl works, sort of :') I had to make myself a loop hole for something I wanted to write for the longest time :v

word count: 4,5K

author’s note: Freaktor Nation, how we feeling? Thank you for granting me another porn-writing fiddler milestone Anon :') beautiful artist behind the cover is @petitesieste 🖤

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Your idle hand plays with the pendant of your necklace while the other scribbles down notes from the last test. Another miss. And life goes on in pain.

Finding a medication that alleviates pain without an endless list of side effects has been Sisyphean work, to say the least. Every time you think you’re close, something immune to compromise pokes its insistent head through the crack you’ve made in the never-fully-open door to the human pain receptor map.

To be honest, your ambitions to cure pain have long been tempered. Now, it’s merely about making it less relentless—offering people who struggle with it a brief reprieve, something to make it manageable. Not that Viktor was your inspiration, but he is a constant reminder of why you should keep going when every trial eventually turns to dust.

"Why do you insist on keeping such thorough documentation of the rejected ones?" The said reminder peeks over your shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek.

You huff, masking how startled you are, and mutter, "Of all people, you shouldn’t be asking stupid questions."

"There is no such thing. Only stupid answers," he counters, eyes still glued to your notes. "It’s a very noble goal, you know, but you might have to come to terms with the fact that a complete erasure of pain may simply be impossible."

"Again. Of all people, you should not speak of the impossible, Viktor," you smile under your nose and turn your head just enough to see that he’s smiling, too. A jest.

"I'm only teasing you," he hums, reaching out to point at something on the page. "This… is not bad. Persevere, you will get there."

His fingertip lands right next to where your hand has frozen mid-writing, close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his palm. For a brief moment, you allow yourself the illusion that Viktor is doing it intentionally. But the thought vanishes as soon as he straightens and clears his throat.

"I'm not sure I will continue with this one," you admit, tapping your pen against the page. "It gets rid of skeletal pain but gave my rats a headache to die for."

"Oh, no, no." Viktor shakes his head, eyes still scanning your notes. "This one, you shouldn’t abandon. Perhaps just tweak it."

"Tweak it?" You scoff, slumping back in your chair. "Do you have any idea how many times I’ve tweaked it?"

"I can only imagine," he replies with a wry smile. Then, after a beat, he leans in again, tapping a precise point on the intricate web of chemical formulas—lines and hexagons scrawled across the page. "I am no chemist, but this… just tickles the wrong part of the brain. Make it tickle the right one, and it might actually work."

It’s hard for him to mask the undertone of hope lingering in his voice. Hope that you will find the answer. Hope that your relentless pursuit of relief for those who suffer will finally bear fruit. And, if he allows himself a moment of selfishness, hope that his own pain, the dull ache that never leaves him, might one day be eased.

But there is something else, something unspoken and far less rational. Viktor has always found himself drawn to you, not just in admiration for your intellect, but in the way you work—how you lean too close to your notes, muttering under your breath, the way your fingers absently play with whatever they can find when you are deep in thought.

Since the early years at the academy, he has enjoyed working by your side more than he would ever admit. When your paths eventually diverged—yours to chemistry, his to engineering—he felt the loss more acutely than he had expected. There was pride, of course, in seeing you forge your own path, and such a noble one at that. But the empty spaces where you used to be, the missing sound of your voice arguing a point over some formula or blueprint, left a quiet ache that he did not know how to soothe.

Sometimes, when the solitude stretches long enough, he allows himself the indulgence of believing he was your inspiration. That some part of your devotion to this research, to this particular pursuit, was born from those long nights spent together over textbooks and dimly lit workbenches. But the thought is always fleeting, because minutes later, you will wave a dismissive hand at him, shooing him away to his own lab with a teasing remark, and he will remind himself that he is a fool for entertaining such notions.

It is not as though there have been no opportunities. There have been moments—unguarded, lingering occasions where it might have been easy to reach, to say something, to step beyond the line of friendship. But somehow, the time was never right. And so, this one thing, he never felt like he could touch.

You blink a few times, scrunch your eyebrows, and hum. The pen gets trapped between your teeth as you pick up the sheet and bring it close to your face, as if looking at it from a smaller distance would somehow make it clearer.

“You know, you might be right,” you finally say in a tone that suggests Viktor is never right.

A chuckle rumbles out of him. “Unthinkable,” he snorts, leaning on his cane and offering you a smug, satisfied grin.

You roll your eyes. “Don’t be so pleased with yourself,” you chide, but the corner of your mouth betrays a smirk. “Thank you. I must ask you to leave me to be a genius now.”

“Ah, there it is,” he sighs dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Served my purpose, and now I’m being unceremoniously chased away.”

“Don’t sulk,” you tease, waving him off as you set the paper back down. “I’ll even put your name in teeny-tiny little scribble on the leaflet.”

“You spoil me,” he deadpans, shaking his head as he turns to leave. He pauses by the door, glancing back at you with an affectionate smirk. “Fine. Let me know how it goes.”

Before you can say, “You’ll be the first one to know,” Viktor is already gone, the door swinging shut behind him. You give yourself a moment to rub the stupid feeling of light-headedness away from your temples before setting back to work.

What was meant to be a small tweak stretches into hours. Then days. Then, after two weeks, as you stand in front of the blackboard, the realisation you hadn't anticipated settles over you. Whatever you’ve created will inevitably end the already miserable lives of your test rats. Other than that, the medication looks as ready as it will ever be.

You could wait, of course—gather a group of willing human test subjects and conduct the trial properly. But let’s face it—you’ve waited long enough. And it’s right there.

Your jaw aches from hours of clenching, your sleep has been erratic at best, and now, to top it all off, a dull pain throbs in your tooth. You could just check. Worst case? You die. And if that happens—well, you won’t care anyway, will you?

As for the side effects? Manageable. Irrelevant in the grand scheme of the doctor-patient relationship. So yes—it seems you’ve very much done it.

The sun sets at some point while you debate with yourself—to drink or not to drink. When you finally do, all your hesitation, all your pain, the aches and nagging little pokes you hadn’t even realised were there—vanish. They melt into a feeling of softness and lightness, enveloping you in a warmth that feels almost like a gentle embrace.

Your fingers flex as if testing for any lingering pain, but there is none. Even the dull pressure behind your eyes from lack of sleep has dissolved. A laugh bubbles up, unbidden, and you press your palm over your mouth, giddy with disbelief. It worked. It actually worked.

Then, just as quickly, your thoughts snap to Viktor.

You scramble for your notes, knocking over an empty vial in your haste. Ink smears as you flip through your pages, but you hardly care. Grabbing one more vial—just in case—you cork it tight and shove it into your pocket. You need him to see this. Now.

Your heartbeat pounds as you rush out, barely remembering to lock the door behind you before taking off down the corridor. The lamps lining the halls have already been lit, casting flickering pools of gold onto the stone floor. You don’t stop to enjoy it.

Viktor’s dorm is far from your lab, but somehow the jog doesn’t get you tired. On the contrary, it feel great. You reach his door and rap your knuckles against the wood, shifting on the balls of your feet with barely contained excitement.

“Viktor! Open up—I’ve done it!”

The door swings open faster than you expect, and Viktor is already halfway through a hasty, "Shh!" before you shove the stack of notes into his chest. He stumbles back a step, catching them with one hand while bracing against the doorframe with the other. His hair is tousled, his vest unbuttoned—he must have been in the middle of something, though whatever it was is immediately forgotten as he frowns down at the crumpled pages.

"What—?" he starts, but you barely hear him.

With a triumphant little flourish, you hold up the test tube between you, the liquid inside gleaming under the candlelight. “I did it,” you whisper, grinning. “It works.”

Viktor’s gaze flickers from the vial to your face, eyes narrowing. "It? You mean—?"

“If this isn’t enough evidence—” you gesture to the notes he’s still sorting through, his confusion growing by the second—“I might have secretly tried it.”

His fingers still against the parchment. His head snaps up. “…You what?” Voice pitches embarrassingly, sharp with alarm. He glares at you as if he might physically shake the confession back into your mouth, but it’s too late.

You shift your weight between your feet, the initial rush of excitement dimming just a little under his scrutiny. “I tried it,” you admit again, slower this time, watching as his grip tightens around your notes. “And it works, Viktor. No pain, not even a little. I feel…” You hesitate, trying to find the right words, then settle on, “Light. Like I’m floating.”

“That is not reassuring,” he snaps, finally stepping back to let you inside. As soon as you cross the threshold, he shuts the door with a soft but urgent click and turns on you. “You—” He exhales, dragging a hand down his face, visibly forcing himself into something calmer. “You did not even hesitate?”

“I hesitated a lot,” you counter, but that does nothing to ease the storm in his eyes. He looks down at your notes again, scanning them, flipping through pages. His brow furrows deeper with every line.

The rustling of paper sounds unbearably loud in the silence, the only noise countering it the pounding of your own heart in your ears. He says nothing, eyes scanning the pages with intense focus. He’s not just skimming—he’s memorising, cataloguing every formula, every line of documentation. His lips part once, his expression shifting from concern to consideration.

Finally, he lifts his gaze, hopeful and searching. “And the side effects?”

“Very unlikely to make an appearance. Oh, hey!” Your sentence stutters to a halt as you catch Viktor tilting the vial at his lips—and swallowing. “Have you lost your mind?”

“You said it’s safe. I trust you.” He shrugs with a grin, then his eyes flutter shut. After a moment, a quiet, breathy laugh escapes him. “I’ll be damned,” he mutters. “It does work.” As if testing a theory, he exhales deeply, then sits on the sofa and stretches his legs out experimentally. “Please, continue.”

You blink, thrown off balance, but quickly shake it off. “Uh… very unlikely,” you repeat, resuming your pacing in front of him. “Whoever prescribes the medication would have to be attracted to their patient, and vice versa, for any additional effects to take place. And they would both have to ingest it. So, you see—”

Through your excited rambling, you don’t immediately notice Viktor clearing his throat uncomfortably. You frown briefly, a strange warmth blooming in your chest, but your mouth refuses to stop moving.

Viktor speaks your name softly, trying to halt your trot. Then, again. Then, once more—his voice lifting just a notch in urgency.

You finally pause, eyes locking onto his. “Chances are… very slim,” you finish the sentence, but your voice falters into something dangerously close to a whine.

Viktor stretches his legs out stiffly, his hips jerking once as his fingers clench into the fabric of his trousers. A flush creeps up his neck, blooming across the cheeks and he exhales sharply through his nose, shifting as if trying to find relief. His chest rises and falls fast, and when he swipes a hand over his face, his lips part, damp from where he must have licked them. Another small jolt runs through him, thighs pressing together, and his knuckles go white where they grip his knees.

But above all of this, he just looks… incredibly hot. And as if the sight alone isn’t enough to nearly undo you, he speaks.

“Aphrodisiac.” Comes a low mutter of disbelief. “Brilliant, really,” he chuckles weakly, though there’s little amusement in it—only breathlessness. Brilliant, how you connected the dots. So incredibly brilliant to tickle, as he advised you, the parts of the brain that entwine both—pain and pleasure.

“But, oh… f-fuck,” Viktor stutters, a sharp inhale cutting through his words as his body betrays him. His hand twitches towards his lap before he catches himself, fingers gripping his wrist in a desperate attempt to resist. A painful cramp of lust wrenches his stomach into a knot, his entire frame tensing. “You’ve missed a variable, I’m afraid—”

You stand frozen, staring at him, torn between bolting out the door and throwing yourself at his feet. But then the realisation crashes over you, scorching hot, stealing the breath from your lungs. Your pulse slams against your ribs, your skin suddenly feverish—damp forehead, shirt clinging to your back like a parasite.

“You…” your voice wavers as you step forward, heat curling low in your stomach. “It means—” Viktor swallows hard, his gaze flickering up to meet yours, pupils blown wide. “Oh, gods,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out. “You like me,” the truth spills from your lips, the weight of it sending another sharp pang of want through you.

“Immensely,” he admits, voice strained, thighs pressing together as another tremor runs through him. His face is painted in apology, but his hands reach out for you.

You take another step, closing the space between you, and his breath stutters. “Since when?”

“Always, ah—” he gasps, struggling to keep control. His fingers tighten into fists against his knees again. “You?”

Your throat is dry. “Oh… s-same,” you choke out deciding the time for embarrassment is long gone.  

His head tips back, jaw clenched, a strangled sound slipping out as he exhales. “Gods.”

And it just fucking hurts not to touch him. The pain you had so recklessly rid yourself of is back with unnatural force—aching, unrelenting—and gods help you, if you don’t rut into his lap any minute now, you’re going to die miserably.

When you get close enough, his fingers brush yours pleadingly, and the touch feels like a punch to the gut. The mere ghost of his skin against yours bends you in half, has you leaning over him, gripping the backrest of the sofa for support.

“Can I?” he asks, his hand hovering under your skirt. The sweetness of it—this man, asking permission to touch you when you’re so clearly drenched, when you’re convinced he can see the slick dripping down your thigh—makes you want to weep.

You nod desperately, breathing out a tearful, “Please.”

Viktor immediately comes to your aid, his palm swiping up the dampness on your leg before pressing flat against your cunt. The sound it makes—slick and obscene—has him gasping. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispers, bewildered.

His neglected cock aches, trapped painfully in his trousers. With the hand not already between your thighs, he fumbles with his belt, freeing himself—but to no avail. His left palm is even clumsier than the right, which now falters, frozen between your legs, his drunk mind unable to do more than one thing at a time.

Desperate for friction, you grab his wrist and rut against his palm, spreading slick all over his fingers. Viktor whines, overwhelmed by both having you and not having you where he needs you most. Then, with a sudden motion that makes you gasp, he moves your knickers aside, hooks two fingers into your cunt, and pulls you down onto his lap.

The moment you're there, you begin to slide your pussy up and down his cock, and Viktor moans—a filthy, slutty sound that has you threading your fingers through his hair, tugging his head to face you.

He looks so gorgeous you could eat him and clean your teeth with his bones. Possessed by greed, you sink your tongue into his mouth and nearly stop grinding from the sheer feeling of it. His hands—gentle, reverent—cup your cheeks, soft lips nipping at yours, his eyelashes tickle your skin when his eyes flutter shut in relief.

It had never crossed your mind to just kiss him. And oh, you’ve missed out on so much.

Because Viktor kisses like he’s been wanting you for the longest time—slow and deep, breathing in through his nose as he presses his face into yours. Close, so close you could melt into him, dissolve into liquid and flow down his throat, straight to his heart. His scent floods you, sweet on your senses and unmistakably him, nothing in particular yet everything at once.

Your hips move once more, but he doesn’t let you go. He groans into your mouth, biting down a moan when your pussy lips hug the underside of his cock, teasing the spot just beneath the head. You stay there, rubbing your clit in short, frantic movements, the sinful sounds falling between you, making you ache for more.

Desperation floods your veins, your slick coating every inch of him as you grind into the ridges of his groin, each drag of your clit sending ecstatic warmth down each of your limbs. Viktor is no better—his breath comes in ragged pants. He grips your hips unsteadily, trying and failing to guide you into something slower that he could endure.

“F-fuck… you are—” His voice trembles, his forehead falling against yours as if the weight of his pleasure is crushing. “So wet. You feel so—so good.”

You can barely reply, too lost in the heat of him, the feeling of his length dragging through your folds, the head catching just right where you swell, the sensation buzzing, building up. Still, you manage a breathy, “Your cock feels amazing,” and the whimper Viktor lets out is nothing short of wrecked.

His hands slip up your back, holding you close, his lips brushing yours as he mutters sweet, broken things—bits of words and phrases in his native tongue. You don’t understand them all, but the way he speaks them, ardent and needy, has your stomach tightening, your whole body scorched.

“Viktor, I’m—”

“I know. Please, cum. For me,” he pleads, his hands gripping you tighter as you begin to lose your rhythm. It’s there, you can already feel it creeping up your spine, twisting and prickling your skin where Viktor touches you, coaxing it out.

The heat in your belly snaps, and you cry out, trembling in his arms as your release gushes over him, soaking his cock, his thighs, pooling where your bodies meet. The wetness, the sheer warmth of you, sends him over the edge in turn.

Viktor shudders beneath you, his voice breaking on a guttural groan as his cock twitches and spills, ropes of hot cum streaking over his stomach, mixing with your slick into a sticky, messy heat between you.

Your mouth falls back to his, kissing away the sweat from his lips, your pelvis still rocking gently through the aftershocks—the slide so easy now that you feel like a whore doing it. Viktor hums when you pull his damp hair away from his forehead, his breath slowing down when he exhales a breathless chuckle. "You will kill me," he murmurs, voice hoarse and fucked-out.

"No," you whisper, nuzzling into his cheek, your body still moving against him, slow and unhurried. Like a cat rubbing against its keeper, needy and content all at once. "No, I would never. I need you."

Viktor groans softly at that, his hands tracing your sweat-slicked back before settling at your waist. "What do you need from me, sweet girl?" His voice is low, the tone suggesting that anything you ask for, he will give you.

"Please, fuck me," you breathe, pressing closer, your lips brushing against his jaw. "I feel so empty." Only now you begin to undo the buttons of your shirt and Viktor does the same, pressing your damp stomachs together. He inhales your scent from the crook of your shoulder and hums, eyes rolling back in his skull as if the words physically unravel him. His grip on you tightens briefly before he smacks your hips with both hands and says, “Get up. Please.”

Your legs nearly betray you, thighs shaking and knees weak as you try to rise from his lap, only to almost collapse back at the sight of the webs of your shared release stretching between you. It makes a sticky sound, gross and hot, and to your relief, Viktor must find it hot too—because he’s nearly fully hard again.

You don’t know if it’s the medicine or something else. You feel different now, though it definitely still holds, since Viktor gets up with ease, turns you to face the couch, and presses his fingers to the back of your neck, squeezing gently before bending you over. “Ass up, head down,” he says, a renewed lewdness in his tone.

You turn your head, catching him in the corner of your eye, and at the flicker of concern on your face, he smooths a hand along your spine and murmurs, “It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt.” He peels the sweat-dampened shirt from your back, and you smile at your shared state of half-undress—the way no time is wasted getting fully bare, the discomfort of parting greater than the inconvenience of underwear pushed aside clumsily and trousers still pooled around his knees.

Only you know how many times you’ve pictured this exact scene. But your mind never drifted far enough to conjure exactly how wet and scorching everything would be, how your thighs would quiver in anticipation. The cushioned seat dips next to your knee as Viktor sinks down beside you, close enough that your legs touch. His cock hovers below your pussy, his hands undo your bra, then settle where your hips crease.

He rocks back and forth and tsks when you shift needily. “So impatient,” he hums, sickly sweet in your ear. “But I suppose I have your lack of restraint to thank for being here in the first place.”

A clever retort sits at the tip of your tongue, only to be punched back down when Viktor slides inside you with one smooth thrust, hitting deep. He groans, wide and loud, fingers digging into your flesh—but you don’t see his face. You barely see anything through the tears pricking your eyes, forcing you to squeeze your lids shut. Your nails bite into the couch, and your back arches to meet him, presenting your ass just as he asked.

Still tight from your last climax, you hug all of him snugly, yelping when his balls slap against your soaked lips. It’s slow, almost teasing—the way he stretches you out. He’s too busy gaping at his cock, appearing and disappearing inside you, to hear your little mewls of incoherent begging, the word please tumbling from your lips over and over with no meaning beyond desperation.

Finally, you’ve entered the realm of things he can touch. And it’s dishonourable, the way it happened—but he doesn’t care. The ability to touch you, to fuck you, quickly erases all shame as he slams into you, hard and measured, knocking moans and ragged pants from your throat. It feels better than anything he’s ever felt.

He fucks you hard and rough. Each thrust is forceful, precise, driving deep until the sound of bodies slapping against each other is all you can hear. When enough pressure builds, and he feels your walls tightening, clenching closer and closer around his cock, he fists a hand in your hair and yanks you up. A sharp cry spills from your lips, your belly presses out, and you have to brace a hand against the couch's backrest. His arm comes around your shoulders, holding your back flush against his chest. The other hand—the death of you—slides between your legs, fingers pressing ruthlessly against your clit.

No restraint, no kindness—no nice boy left in him. His teeth graze your ear before sinking into the straining flesh of your neck, his voice a ragged whisper against your skin. “Take it. Where do you want it?”

Your head lolls back onto his shoulder, mouth falling open as you breathe out a tired, “Inside. Please.” He bottoms out and wrenches it from you—an orgasm so violent it has you screaming silently into the ceiling of his dorm room. It’s devastating, ripping away all muscle control as your cunt seizes tight around him, milking him without mercy. Your hands tremble, knuckles whiten as you struggle to hold yourself up, trying not to slump face-first into a pillow.

It’s all too much for Viktor. He falters, his hand slipping from between your thighs. He whispers your name distantly, voice raw, and ruts upward—once, twice—before spilling inside you. Hot cum floods every crevice, thick and unrelenting, leaking out even before he pulls free.

Everything melts into one—your shared breaths, the wet warmth between you, the sluggish rhythm of your heartbeats syncing. Viktor sits back on his heels and wraps his arms around you, nosing into your neck. Leaves soft, loving pecks there, trailing from your collarbone to your temple.

“You really didn’t know?” he asks quietly, his thumb stroking your lip.

You swallow against the dryness in your throat and chuckle. “Oh, gods, no. I’d like to think I have more decency than to drug you into this.” Your face tucks into his throat as you whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I have never been more pleased about someone missing a variable,” he mutters, and he’s back—himself again. His hands are gentle as they cup your cheek, swiping away your worry. His lips are sweet on yours, licking the salt from your skin. What this little mistake has just opened up for you—you have no idea. But you can’t wait to find out.

[lotusloong]

Bāba Wukong Headcanons!

Hnnggg I can't stop thinking about Sun Wukong just absolutely dying inside to be a bāba. He wants to have so many babies with you, and being immortal means you have plenty of time~

(I swear I am working on requests as well, this idea was just bugging me non-stop this past week. I do also have 1 or 2 requests that ask for similar ideas, but I'll be dedicating more time to those asks individually :3)

Sprinkles of smut and talks about baby making and baby raising ahead. You have been warned.

Reader is written with a female body in mind and is referred to with feminine titles like māma.

LMK Wukong - 

So you already technically have a kid. 

MK is an amazing successor and you both love him so much you're willing to die to protect him. 

He may not call you and Wukong his parents, but you like to think of him as your first official son. (MK totally wants to call you both bāba and māma but is waaaaayyyyyy to embarrassed by the thought. What if you think he's weird, what if you don't see him that way, what if what if what if-)

Mei eventually helps with this issue, and you both now get to officially call him nicknames and tease him and guide him like good parents do. 

And then the day comes where Wukong has to acknowledge (at least to himself) that he desperately wants more kids with you. 

It's a secret he's tried to keep buried for thousands of years at this point, because he doesn't want to push anything onto you. The time period you both come from had certain expectations of wives, and Wukong is not about to force that on to you.

Even so, it slips out in small ways that he's not even aware of, that you very much are. 

Sex often includes doggy style and mating presses, anything to get your hips angled up and womb angled down for him. 

His hands grip your hips and pull you close, his happy trail of fur tickling you clit as he cums balls deep inside you.

There are times where he forgets himself, that you can hear him, and he will growl and huff in your ear - “Fuuck, take it all baby…gonna fill you up, such a perfect pussy, so good for my little ones-...”

He will not move after cumming, keeping his softening cock inside your fluttering walls because an instinct inside is telling him he has to stay still. If he moves, all the cum he just pumped you full of will spill out and that's not allowed.

He will not acknowledge this about himself. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, it flows strong in this monkey’s brain.

The best thing you can do is pull him aside and ask him straight out if he wants kids. 

“Wh-what!? Pffftt, no! No, of course not that would-...I mean they’d be really cute…and have your eyes, and your cute nose…and maybe my fur color? And MK would make such a good big brother…Bu-but that's crazy! I wouldn’t force you into such a thing-”

Why does he assume you would be ‘forced’ into it? You never told him you didn’t want kids after all.

“O-oh…I guess that's…right isn't it? Uhhmm…”

You laugh and take his hands, bringing them up to kiss his knuckles. There’s a steady growing blush on his face now.

You ask your king to take you to bed, you’re ready to add some new members to your large family.

HIB Wukong -

So again…you do have children already.

Liuer does still have Fa Ming as a parental figure, but the little girl he rescued has no one left. Liuer asked if you could call her Hua, and neither of you could say no to him.

And so your little family settled down on Mount Huaguo. Liuer was excited to see the famed home of his hero and would carry Hua with him everywhere to see all the flowers and fruit trees and of course, the monkeys.

Wukong would follow them around the whole place, climbing up trees and standing off to the side with an air of nonchalance, but you could see how carefully he was watching the two. Hua would stumble only the slightest bit and he was down next to her, hands holding her up to prevent any skinned knees or palms.

It was, to put it simply, absolutely friggin adorable.

You would spend your time watching them, but little did you know Wukong was watching you as well.

Everytime Liuer ran over to you and hugged your legs like he was born a monkey, everytime Hua fell asleep curled in your arms, everytime they got a cut or a scrape you were right there to kiss it better and soothe them.

And it was driving Wukong up the wall.

This wasn’t something he thought he would ever want, and yet his thick walls were broken down by these two kids, walls that up until now, would only lower for you and you alone.

Now when he watches you walk through the peach tree orchard with Hua sitting on your waist and Liuer dragging you by the robes of your hanfu, all Wukong can see is how motherly you are. How much he loves the three of you.

How desperately he aches to see your tummy round and swollen with a new little one.

He shoves those thoughts away, frustrated with himself. Taking care of two kids is already a lot of work, and you didn’t even have to do the harder stuff like actually going through pregnancy.

And yet, everytime you two get together to be alone for a little while, the thoughts come back.

You’re currently sitting on top of him, hips rocking over his cock, his hands gripping your waist as he watches your tits bounce in front of his face. And suddenly he’s imagining those same tits leaking milk for your little ones, and he wants a taste so bad his mouth runs dry. He imagines your belly, round and big making it hard for you to keep your pace and your frustrated pout at not being able to make yourself cum. How he would lean up and kiss you, teasing about how much of a pillow princess being pregnant has made you, and your retort about how growing another living being is hard work. He’d take pity on you and roll you over, giving you the release you desperately crave, and definitely deserve.

Your hips stop moving.

“Everything okay my love? You…you looked distant.” You’re biting your lower lip in worry, and suddenly everything comes spilling out.

He wants more kids with you, he wants to see you pregnant, caring for more little ones that look like perfect mixes between you both. He wants to teach Hua how to properly hold a baby and see the look on Liuer’s face when learning he’s going to be a big brother.

Wukong is worried for a moment that he’s let too much slip, that you’re going to get off him and leave, tell him that you can’t do this anymore, but only for a moment.

Your hips start rocking again, and you give a breathy moan.

“W-well…we better get started then, right?”

The groan he gives in response is answer enough.

MKR Wukong - 

Honestly, Reborn!Wukong is so oblivious to how relationships and families work, he doesn’t even realize that having kids is something he wants until someone else brings it up to him.

Namely you, albeit without thinking about it.

You’re in a marketplace of a small town, grabbing supplies for your journey like dried fruits and meats, herbs for cooking and medicine, and some new clothing.

The new clothing is where it starts.

As you’re browsing the different garments that have been made and the bolts of cloth the tailor left out for purchasing, Wukong stands behind you with his arms crossed and a stalk of grass in his teeth to chew on while waiting for you. One of the tailors is currently sewing something up and it grabs your attention.

“Oh this? One of our neighbors just had their second child! Since the winter chill will be here any day, I’m making something small but warm for the little one.” And they hand you a tiny robe thick enough for the coming winter.

You coo over the clothing, about how small and adorable it looks, and “Oh Wukong, look at it! It would look so cute on the babies at Mount Huaguo, wouldn’t it?” And now he’s looking at the tiny robe and imagining a mini version of himself with your sweet eyes staring back at him and sucking their thumb as you coo over how cute they are. 

He tosses his grass stalk into the road and grunts at you, an affirmative noise that means he’s listening even if he doesn’t look like it. You beam at him in response, and hand the robe back to the tailor before going back to your shopping.

For hours afterwards, long after you get back to your companions, the thoughts of baby monkeys and you stick in his brain, making all his thoughts feel slow and difficult to think through. He just wants to see you holding a baby now. 

His baby.

It doesn’t help that once you get back to your meager campsite, you coo and fuss over Fruitie like he's a baby of your own and not a thousand year old spirit of cosmic power.

He struggles to get you alone that night, pulling you away from your camp with urgency you recognize and tease him for.

“Can’t wait any longer, big guy~? Alright, alright I’m coming!” You giggle, letting him lead you far into the trees for some privacy.

He pushes you to bend over and lean on the bark of a tree, pulling your robes off carelessly to get to your skin as fast as possible. He takes you like that, laying his chest across your back and biting the juncture of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold your shaking form up as he pounds you from behind.

You cry and moan for him, he shudders and growls above you, tail thrashing. ‘Breed mate breed mate breed breed-’ is on a loop in his mind, the image of you heavily pregnant driving him feral.

He keeps his teeth buried in your neck to stop himself from moaning these thoughts out loud. Eventually he’ll have a proper talk with you about it, when your journey is finished and kids are a possibility he can enjoy.

NGNR Wukong -

Now with Nezha Reborn!Wukong things are a bit…complicated.

Before the events of the movie? You both spend years living from place to place as China grows and changes and adjusts to modern times, it wouldn’t be surprising for Wukong to bring up the topic of kids at some point and then you have them by the time the events of the movie play out.

But if for whatever reason you decided to hold off, the events of the movie make you feel glad you did. If I recall correctly they don’t actually give a time frame in the movie for how long the mortal world has been in a drought, but based on the world building we know it’s a couple generations of people, at least.

So long in fact that they have special machines and “government” approved systems in place to distribute water. These are hard times to raise a family in.

It isn’t until Li releases the river dragons and rain comes back to the world that Wukong shyly broaches the topic of kids again. Not before whining to Li about it while black out drunk of course.

“I jus-….so beautiful Li!! She’d make a great ma-mama, I kn-...know it! I want it so baaadddd-” Li can’t believe the yaoguai laying dramatically across the couch infront of him, nursing a bottle whiskey like it is a baby, crying about how beautiful you are and how gorgeous your kids would be…is THE Monkey King. What is his life?

He decides the god has had enough to drink for the night and throws Wukong’s arm over his shoulder, ready to walk him home. He has to endure even more gushing about you the entire way back.

“Have you seen her-...her smile!? Li, it’s so beau…just, damn…and those hips, fuck I love her hips-want to grab em and-” “Okay, let’s just focus on getting you home and not tripping, hm?” “I don’t mind tripping if it’s on top of my pretty mama…baby girl…hmmm, she’s so soft, you know-?” “Please shut up.”

When Li finally gets to your place he shoves the stone monkey into your arms the second you open the door.

“Heeeeeyyy baby mama~! Lookin’ so…so pretty-” You laugh at the state of your husband, blushing at his muttered compliments as he buries his face into your chest. You give Li a questioning look. “Please just…give him a kid or something so I don’t have to listen to him ramble on like this anymore.”

Jokes on him, it doesn’t matter how many kids you two have, drunk!Wukong is always going to take the opportunity to gush about you. It just gets worse when you actually have kids cause now he has more to ramble about loving.

The following morning while nursing his hang over you broach the topic.

“So…Li said something interesting last night…” “...hrm…?” “Something about giving you a baby to gush over~?”

He freezes in place under your bed covers, peeking out to meet your gaze. His wild mane of white hair is more untamed than usual as he rubs his temples to banish the pounding he feels in his head.

“I…may have mentioned something like that…?” He mutters. You lean over the bed to him, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before rubbing your noses together to look him in the eyes.

“When you feel better, how about we give it a shot, hmm?” His only response is a delighted chirp.

Netflix Wukong - 

Okay out of all the Wukongs, I really think Netflix is the one who would want kids the most.

To the point that if you didn’t want kids, it may end up being a deal breaker on the relationship for him. Other Wukongs I can see being more willing to let it go, as long as they have you it’s a desire they can sacrifice, but Netflix wants a family so badly.

I mean, the first thing this guy did when he was born? Try to get himself adopted by a random mama he never met. Then when he’s older he has an entire fake family made of plants to “love” him.

Having a loving partner and a couple to a dozen kids to come home to and greet, who are just as ecstatic as him to be reunited? That’s the dream for him.

He’s learned his lesson from the Immortals, no matter who it is he tries to impress, from mortals to the Jade Emperor, none of them will truly “accept” him.

Except Stick and you, of course. You and Stick will always be there for Wukong.

It’s actually Stick that helps him acknowledge this desire instead of just brushing it off the way he normally does when it comes to emotions. 

Back at Mount Huaguo, you’ll be there, trying to settle into your home with your mate. It’s been years since he’s been home, and things have changed considerably. The tales of his exploits have been passed down through his people, and the ones still living on Mount Huaguo grew up hearing stories about him. They genuinely admire and revere him. (Is Wukong slightly bitter that he never got to see the old man’s face after being proven wrong before he died? Yes. Yes he is.)

Many of the young mother monkeys want to spend time with you, ask about your adventures with their king, and chat throughout the day. As you talk their little ones crawl and scamper around you, chittering and climbing into your lap for cuddles you freely give.

When Wukong and Stick come across the sight, Stick does what he does best. Give Wukong an idea.

“Stick vibration noises.” “Huh? Oh yeah, yeah it is…really cute…heheh, look at em all. She’s so good with ‘em…” “More stick vibrations.” “I mean…the topic of kids came up a couple times…and we’re nice and safe here…” “A final Stick vibration of acknowledgement.” “You know what? You’re right! I want some, she wants some. Let’s do it!”

And when he brings the idea up to later that night, that he wants to finally get started on that family, you’re overjoyed. He catches you when you jump into his arms, laughing as you pepper his face in kisses.

When he takes you to bed that night, the love making between you both is soft and sensual. You whisper in his ear to cum inside, and the words actually get him emotional. You want to stay with him, you want a family with him. You’re currently holding him close to you, your heartbeat pounding against his and your legs locked tight around him as he melts into your heat…

It’s too much, too overwhelming. He cries as he cums, kissing you like he can’t breathe without your touch. 

When you finally catch your breath, simply wipe his tears away with your thumbs and kiss his nose. It’ll be an emotional night, but it's one of the most tender and sweet ones you like to remember.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] SDV Bachelors x Toys In The Bedroom

Summary: Anon does a pretty good job explaining what goes on here!

Warning(s): Porn and filth, Lots of vibrator talk in this one (I think lots of the bachelors would like to use vibrators during sex lol), Pet-Play, A hint of ass-play, Buttplugs, Nurse/Doctor Play, Collaring, Bondage, Lance being a tad bit degrading (in the kinky way ofc), Lots of freaky talk!

Side Note(s): Because I thought it'd be fun, I decided to add in a bit of kinks I think they'd be into as well!

Elliot

Okay, so hear me out on this one— I kinda feel like Elliot is one of the few on this list that would have a sort of "Vanilla+" type of approach when it comes to incorporating toys in the bedroom.

It's not that he minds the use of them, it's just that he feels like he doesn't need to. He's confident in his skills with you, understands your body as well as he does the back of his own hand!

Whenever you've brought up the mention of toys, he'd probably respond with something along the lines of "Why should we do that, my love? I make you cum plenty with my fingers and mouth, don't I?" (and proceeds to give you a niceeee reminder afterward)

With all this being said, though, if you were really insistent on spicing up your sex life by bringing in a toy. I feel like Elliot would prefer using a vibrator OR really light bondage (such as tying your hands together and all)

For a vibrator, it's nothing too fancy and it proves to be a pretty good team-player when he's too busy getting pussydrunk to properly rub your clit.

And when you moan just a little bit louder with the vibrator? He's not insecure enough to suddenly become jealous of a toy, in fact? That single sound alone would change his tune completely and have him bringing in the vibrator each time you two have sex!

Adding that with the bondage, the sight of you squirming and begging for him to touch you would shoot him straight to the moon and back, and the look of sheer desperation you give him would only make him want to press the vibrator to your clit even harder, encouraging you to moan even louder, to keep on begging him to allow you to touch him.

And after pulling out two squirting orgasms out of you back-to-back?

Oh, he's definitely going to search for even better vibrators to buy for you to see if you'll moan even louder than the last time!

Sebastian

Walk with me on this one, guys. Fleshlight + Vibrator combo.

While Sebastian's definitely open to using other types of toys in the bedroom (Idk why but the idea of a cock ring is tickling my brain a little for him), I feel like a fleshlight and good ol' vibrator are doing the trick for him. Especially since he already has experience with using a fleshlight before meeting you.

So, hear me out on my scenario, the two of you are using these two things in tandem for the first time, and it just so happens to be when Sebastian's in a more dominant mood tonight.

It's a piss poor reason but he feels like you were wayyyy too friendly with Sam tonight while you three were at the Saloon together! So him being the responsible boyfriend that he is, he decides to teach you not to be so friendly with Sam the next time you are out together!

While your laid out on your back, your hole clenching at the sight of Sebastian's cock fucking a cheap plastic replica of a pussy instead of you. Sebastian has the added audacity to press a bullet vibrator to your clit, the man practically drooling at the sight of your unfucked cunt clenching around nothing while your hands claw and pull at the bedsheets.

Every time you beg him to fuck you instead. He just coldly replies, "In a minute".

You can see the way his pre-cum begins to stain the insides of the plastic fleshlight, the transparent object beginning to emit lewd squishing noises as your boyfriend's strength upon the bullet began to wane as he steadily lost himself to the pleasure of fucking the replica. And what's more? He was getting off on the fact that you were watching him near his orgasm while you were practically helpless to do anything!

However, as good as the fleshlight feels and how much as he wants to teach you a lesson—a fake pussy will never compare to the real thing. Thus, after deeming you having learned your lesson, he decides to take mercy on you and pump you full of his cum instead!

And thankfully, he decides to make you cum as well! Just with the vibrator.

Sam

C'mon, guys, y'all already know what I'm about to say—PETPLAY.

I understand that "true" petplay comes with the whole BDSM gear + fake dog mask, but going with the assumption that Sam's not that freaky. A collar, a vibrating cockring, and maybe a gag are going to be his favorite type of toys to use in the bedroom.

I've already hinted at this, but I'm coming to believe that Sam doesn't care whose wearing the collar, he just has a preference that it's on him. But to spice things up, I'm gonna say that the roles are reversed and Sam's put all this on you. (Minus the vibrating cockring ofc, that's for him later on when you get him back.)

He fancies you up in a collar, some fake dog ears, and even the gag!

For the entire time you two have been roleplaying together (Standard new pet owner buys a horny dog and trains them type of play), you've been eyeing the dick imprint in his pants. Drool even begins to run down the side of your lips when he unbuckles his pants after placing you face down on the bed.

You want to suck him off sooooo badly.

But he plans to make you work to get your reward by seeing if you can be an obedient doggie and not cum for the next three rounds that he's going to pound the ever-living daylights out of you!

"Don't cum, you won't be able to get your reward!"

"Oho~ you clenched down reallllyyy hard when I started to put my thumb in your ass. Don't tell me your *that* kind of dog?"

The whole nine yards and some more.

And for fun, let's say you don't make it through those three rounds.

He's already bought you a nice (human-sized) dog bed for you to sleep on! Bad dogs can't sleep on the bed with their masters after all, he'll give you a few minutes to re-think your actions and to not be so quick to cum before he gets right back to training you again.

Alex

Also, another candidate for Vanilla+ like Elliot.

I can't really see him using toys on you or himself? Even though I can slightly see him using a fleshlight on himself. I imagine that he probably ditched it the second he got with you and never looked back; he'd rather just use his hand if it's really that serious. As for you, he dicks you down so good that you've never thought about the concept of bringing toys into the bedroom to begin with!

That being said, though, the only thing I can see Alex using is probably bondage.

But I believe it'd only be in this scenario—using you as a "workout".

Walk with me, Alex, brings up wanting to increase his cardio with you! However, how effective will his workout be when you're constantly squirming about and grabbing onto him?

Here's where the bondage comes in.

He uses it, ofc, to tie you up and essentially use you like you're just another workout machine to him. He even uses your moans and begs for him to go faster, to fuck you harder as encouragement that he's going his cardio successfully!

I swear that there's a specific kink for being used as an item, idk what though.

Anyway, after he's finally finished with his cardio, having made you cum back to back and even having you pass out for a few seconds one time. He decides that you are his favorite workout and plans to do this a few times a week with you!

Let's just say that the whole experience makes Alex almost want to look into using more toys with you. All for the sake of working out of course!

Harvey

Can those cheesy fake doctor props from poronos even be considered sex toys? I think they can, and I believe Harvey's using them in relation to a small huge kink he has.

And for starters? I think he'd be the one to bring them up rather than you, out of a shocking display of confidence! Mostly after seeing how good your thighs looked when you wore your old Joja uniform. After asking to use them though, you decide to buy a nurse uniform online.

See where I'm going with this? Walk with me, you and Harvey go to his office and fool under the guise of "Nurse fucks workahlic doctor while telling him about the patients he'll see next week". With your fake syringe in hand and a clipboard in the other, you show Harvey just how good you can multitask as you list off the patients he'll be seeing!

You list off the names and what they're coming to him for in great detail. Detail that Harvey's definitely not listening to as his hand lazily cups your ass as his eyes are glued to your bouncing breasts muttering out a lazy "Uh huh..." each time you ask him if he's listening to you!

Too many "Uh huhs" later, and you're slowing your hips down, making the poor doctor whine and beg for you to speed back up while all you can say in turn is "You gotta listen doctor~ I'm saying some really important information here!" You lightly scold.

An hour and a couple minutes later, after cumming harder than he ever had in his life. Harvey's not shy about one thing when it comes to the topic of bringing sex toys into the bedroom, especially if it means having a repeat of you in that nurse's outfit.

Shane

Other than using a fleshlight or buttplug (on you). I can't see him using toys in the bedroom? It's not that he hates him, Yoba knows that he's used more fleshlights than he can count, but it's more so that he's the type of person who's not into them.

Especially when experience has told him that his dick game is solid enough to where he doesn't need to rely upon them. That being said, though, he wouldn't say no to you having a buttplug up your ass while he fucks you in doggy.

A bejeweled buttplug making your forbidden hole look all pretty while your ass is red from smacking it earlier would drive him wild. Hell, you'd even have you complimenting you while he's balls deep in you!

"You're so pretty with this lil' assplug in you, makin' me wanna buy you even more cute shit while I'm fucking you stupid."

"If you're takin' a lil' plug like this so well...wonder what else you can take."

After fucking your brains out, I imagine that his small desire to fuck your ass would only grow afterward. All the nine yards too, staring at your ass, touching it more and even teasing your hole during sex!

As for the fleshlight, however— I'll end this by saying that I can see him fucking the fleshlight while he's gently pumping in and out of your asshole with the buttplug, a little prep before you get the real thing and all!

Bonus! Lance

As much as I understand Lance's feelings towards monsters— I can't get it out of my mind how he'd also be a fan of bondage + a vibrator as well as even a gag. But to spice it all up, I'm going to say that you decided to dress up like a cute monster and asked for Lance to "bring you down".

His dicking down technique in combination with tying your arms together and the vibrator? It shot you straight to heaven and back repeatedly as Lance threw degrading words your way, as if he were genuinely talking to another monster he was about to slay!

Every roll of his hips into your pussy, his cockhead pressing into the deepest parts of your cunt made tiny jets of your slick squirt out, and each time you'd clench around him— both from the intensifying pleasure and how he'd look at you while he talked.

You couldn't help how you nearly blacked out from how hard you came!

And Lance had a lot to say ass he continued fucking you through your orgasm, fully intent on giving you a couple more.

"You monsters have no shame, don't you?"

"Can't even last a few minutes? Don't think that just because you're sensitive that I'm gonna stop."

"Ahhh, you may be a monster but your cunt feels sooo good. Maybe I'll keep you..."

Of course, in true knightly fashion, however, he quickly reassures you that all of his words were just roleplay after all is said and done!

God, I need to do another Lance marriage run.

[11rosebunny]

CALL ME BY MY NAME, MI AMOUR || DRABBLE…

M. Snuffy x Reader

warnings… smut, p in v, drool, rough sex

“Yeah, you’re the prettiest girl in the world whenever you say my name hm amour mio?” Snuffy’s handsome thick accent clouded your thoughts each time he hit the deepest parts of your cunt.

Your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head with drool seeping from the corner of your lips, completely lost in lust from the feeling of his heavy muscular thighs coming down hard on your own thighs. Tight fingers grasped onto his thick forearms nearly leaving scratches of blood the harder he slammed back into you.

“C’mon, I asked you a question pretty girl,” He cocked his head to the side, his wavy blond curls framing his face beautifully with a mischievous smirk, as your gaze was glued onto his face with hearts bursting from your eyes.

“Yes,” You breathed out lost in your own mind, “So good, ‘m the prettiest…” He slammed back in to the point where you could hear his hips slap the back of your thighs.

“…P-prettiest!” You screamed out from the sudden change in stamina.

Snuffy wanted to almost laugh at your sudden reaction, so cute yet so alluring. He wanted to ruin you more.

“And the prettiest girl belongs to who?” He asked placing his forehead against yours. His breath tickled your quivering lips as he continued pounding into your tight pussy, though he kept his momentum stable, he was quickly faltering when he felt the walls of your cunt spasm.

“Y-you…” You moaned out as he gave you a particular hard thrust.

“Who hm? Say my name amour mio.”

“M-marc, belong to you Marc,” You hopelessly breathed out.

He’s not sure why the sound of your helpless voice calling out to him so desperately flicked a switch in his brain, he does this every time whenever he gets into a situation like this with you. Hearing his name fall from your lips, fuck, he just needs to hear more of it, more of you.

“Yeah, that’s right…” He breathed out gripping the back of your thighs and completely folding you in half before he began to relentlessly slam his aching dick into you repeatedly.

“You’re all mine baby.”

please do not copy or translate my work, thank you!

[druidwolf21]

Pushing buttons

Vulkan/F reader

Everyone's had that one moment where you just reeeeeeaallly wanna annoy your partner, right?

Trying to write more because I have really fallen off because apparently stressed brains do that and don't just get it together????? At the moment and writing is hard but I love you guys and I hope you enjoy this! And I WILL try to write more.

Love you all ❤️❤️

Cw:SMUT, predator/prey play dynamic, vulkans a tiinnyy bit mean

Tags: @beckyninja @moodymisty @thisuserislilsilly @jaghatai-khock @echo-of-damnation @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lemon-russ @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @astrohymn @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @incrediblethirst

"so you're telling me you actually hunted dragons?"

Vulkan paused, his hammer hovering above the glowing heat of the forge.

"Firedrakes, but yes"

You watched as his hammer hit the glowing metal. Hot sparks flying from the glowing ore, dancing lazily in the night are before drifting to the ground with a soft hiss.

You perched on an iron worktop behind the primarch as you watched him work, feeling the cool obsidian chill your exposed flesh through the thigh high slit of your viridian evening dress as the heat from the pulsing flames warmed your face. Shadows danced across the ashen floor of the outdoor workshops as Vulkans hammered rose and fell with a resounding clang clang clang.

His face was calm as he watched the way the smelted iron oxidised in the cool night air. His ruby eyes found yours and a smile grew across his face, happy in his element as he turned back to the forge.

You smiled back, enjoying his contentment as you watched him.

Except-

There was that little voice in the back of your head desperate to rile him up. He was so relaxed right now, but that awful, childish voice just wanted to press him.

"oh, I see"

His eyes darted to you as you spoke, holding you captive under their crimson glow as his brow furrowed at your tone.

You smothered a grin as you sighed again, feigning disinterest as you picked at a loose thread on your dress, teasing the emerald strand loose before discarding it to the gentle wind.

"well, that just seems less exciting than a dragon y'know?" You kicked your legs idly, casting a bored glance around the forge. "Not as much of a challenge, they're not particularly smart"

Vulkans hard stare burned into you as you refused to meet his eye. Huffing, he cast his hammer aside and doused the forge. Steam enveloped the shack, engulfing your vision and shrouding the primarch's frame.

"Not a challenge?"

Vulkan moved silently through the steam, his shadow warped by the vapor as he stepped back and vanished from your sight.

"what would you propose I hunt instead?"

You jumped at his voice. Suddenly behind you, his mouth brushed against your ear as he spoke, tickling the exposed skin of your neck with each breath.

Muscled chest flush to your back, his hands lay flat against the worktop either side of your hips as warm lips moved down your neck, feather light kisses raising goosebumps with each touch.

"something smarter, perhaps"

His hand ghosted across your arm and you leant into his warmth, whining as he pulled back and vanished into the steam again.

"something like... You?"

A breath caught in your throat as vivid scarlet eyes leered at you through the gloom. Slipping from the counter you landed softly and stepped towards the open door as he tracked each movement. His head cocked to the side as you flashed him a sly smile, edging closer to the door.

"Think you can catch me, my lord?"

He took a step forward, the lingering vapor dissipating as he emerged from the mist.

"what do I get if I do?"

"me"

Vulkan paused, head slightly tilted in amusement as he studied you.

"you'd better run then, little rabbit, you've got 20 minutes"

You bolted through the door, heart hammering in your chest as you barreled into the dark. The subterranean city was quiet as you pounded down the wide streets, devoid of movement save for the gentle pulse of promethium lanterns hung in alcoves and flickering in the windows of the homes hewn from the rock and earth. The few people you passed as you tore past through the housing district kept their eyes fixed to the floor as they hurried home. Those brave or foolish enough to eek out a living on nocturne knew better than to venture out into the dark.

You ran until your chest ached and your breaths left you in ragged gasps, weaving through dark paths and darker allies. The scent of sulphur and ash hung thick in the air and burned your lungs as you staggered to a stop, leaning against the coarse wall as you wheezed. The satin soft fabric of your dress clung to your calves, slowing you down and constricting your legs. With a hiss, you gripped the material and wretched it upwards, tearing the iridescent silk free and opening both sides of the dress. Shaking life back into your legs and still gasping for air you staggered upright, sheltering in the shadows as you glanced about.

The residential district has been left far behind as you huddled beside an enormous building. Carved of obsidian stone and reinforced with ashen steel, four warehouses and hangers encircled a large open space. The blunt corrugated nose of an emerald thunder hawk peeked from the open doors of one of the hangers as a servitor dragged a rag across a foot support. The groaning of a heavy door jerked your heart into your throat as the walls of the warehouse vibrated beneath your hand. A lone salamander emerged, meters from your hiding place as he began dragging the metal shut again. Resplendent in verdant greens against the blackened wall he paused, glancing in your direction before smiling.

"A midnight stroll, my lady?"

You stepped forward, smirking up at the giant as he released the door and placed a heavy hand on his hip, eyes trailing down to the new ragged slit in your dress, exposing both thighs to the humid air before returning to your face with a quizzical look.

"something like that. A little hide and seek, if you will"

He nodded, looking behind you before tossing a wave over his shoulder as he strolled away.

"Enjoy your evening, my lady. I fear duty calls me elsewhere, but I would advise you not linger if you want to win"

You spun at his words, scanning the gloom as you stepped back towards the cracked door. Cursing your sight as you failed to spot the predator you could feel nipping at your heels. With a last fleeting glance, you slid into the warehouse.

The inside was black, rendering you blind if not for the small crack of light seeping between the gap in the doorframe illuminating a small thin stretch of concrete floor before surrendering to the shadows. Swearing under your breath you stepped softly forward, arms stretched out in front of you as you flailed around. The silence surrounded you like a blanket, broken only by the scuffing of soft shoes and your shuddering breaths.

Creeeaaakk

You panicked at the sound, adrenaline pounding through your veins as you spun, looking for that tiny fracture of light from the exit.

Gone.

The door has slid shut leaving you in total darkness. As the hairs on your neck rose and your blood thundered round your body every instinct in your body screamed at you to run.

It's just a game

RUN

It's only vulkan

PREDATOR

"found you, little rabbit"

A strangled cry ripped from your throat as a large hand grasped your wrist and pulled you back, pushing you against a wall. You could feel his body, but in pitch blackness, your eyes failed to see what you knew was inches from you.

"I thought you were supposed to be more of a challenge" vulkan mused, one hand pinning your wrists above your head as the other trailed up your thigh.

"you scared the shit out of me"

He chuckled, hot breath fanning against your cheek as he leant and pressed a kiss to your neck. His hand slid up, gripping the fat of your rear before sliding back to your waist.

"I think you liked it though"

It wasn't a question. His hand trailed down, pausing at the tear in the fabric before slipping under your dress. He pressed a finger against your core, humming as he found you wet and quivering before he slid his finger through your slick, pressing his thumb against your clit.

"I think you like being caught"

Your hips bucked as he slid inside you, curling against that sweet spot he new made you cry and his thumb traced circles. He pulled his digit out, relishing how your legs trembled as he slowly slid back in, over and over. Your soft moans spurring him on.

"listen to how much you liked it"

You turned your head away, ignoring the wet noises as you tried to squeeze your thighs together. His hand left your wrists and jumped to your legs, holding your thighs apart as he pulled his fingers from your wet cunt. You moaned as he pulled away, only to grasp outwards to anything you could find as his tongue replaced it.

"vul-kan"

It was too much, the fear was still flooding your body, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit, circling, flicking. Your heart couldn't take it, your body shook as you reached a high you'd never seen. clawing at the wall behind you and the primarch's calloused hands you ground against his face chasing it closer and closer to edge.

"throne, I'm gonna-"

Suddenly your body went limp, falling to the floor as his grip vanished. You choked a sob back as your orgasm retreated, uncoiling the knot that had been so close to snapping in relief. On your hands and knees, tears pricked your eyes as, dazed, you looked around, peering through teary vision into the twilight for your partner.

"Vulkan?" You whined, clambering to your feet "what the-"

"I'm not done with you yet"

You spun, staggering forward as you searched for the source of his voice, laced with humor and something more.

"what?"

"you still have five minutes"

You baulked, sprinting full speed towards what you hoped, was the exit, hands splayed in front of you as to ran blindly. You could hear the primarch's laughter, watching you with his perfect vision as you fumbled in the dark. Something primal had awoken in him and the mixture of fear and heat in your body was driving your senses wild. You lost your sense of time and direction as you ran in circles, panicking as vulkan prowled around you, hearing his heavy steps at each turn.

"times up, my lady"

His voice was right behind you, a dangerous growl as his dragged a finger along your throat. You twisted, hoping to dance away from him, only to find yourself spinning into his grasp. Weighty hands grasping your hips as he guided you.

Your cheek rested something cool and metal as vulkan bent you over, a heavy hand resting on the small of your back as the other pulled your dress over your hips and ripped your pants off with ease. As you ran your palm along the top, multiple items rolled from beneath your grasp; a pen, parchment and inkwell. Your squirmed beneath his touch and the table squeaked as a firm slap to your ass shook you against its surface.

"behave" he muttered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he soothed your stinging skin. "I've caught you, now I claim my prize, that was the deal, wasn't it"

You nodded, gulping as you felt him rub his length through your arousal before slowly nudging against your hole.

"you were right, you were much more fun to hunt" he whispered, nipping at your shoulder

Your breath stuttered in your chest as you felt him slide in, gripping the table edge with white knuckles as he slowly pushed forward inch by inch, thick and hard, pushing you to your limits.

He groaned as he bottomed out. leaning over as he felt you panting beneath him. The burn soon faded out, replaced by a heated knot in your gut as he began to move, sliding out until just the tip stretched you, before fully hilting himself in one motion. Each thrust felt like it was knocking the air from your lungs as he fucked you.

"your little cunt is so tight" he panted, slamming his hand down in the table near your head as he rutted against you. Bellowing gasps drowning out your own. "taking me so well"

"uh uh uh" was all you managed as you felt his tip nudging against your sweet spot "ri---right--- theeeeeerree" his finger found your clit and swirled, tipping you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back as you came, vody twitching as he drove forward. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own end.

"fuuuuuuuuuckkk" you clawed for his hand, gripping it tightly as you felt your orgasms building again.

"vulkan, I'm haaa"

Your back arched as you finished, shivers wracking your body before you fell forward. Vulkans hips stuttered as he came with you, his hips clapping against yours with a low groan as he filled you.

You lay for a moment as vulkan's broad chest pressed against your back, neither of you moving as you enjoyed the afterglow and warmth. After a while, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head before pulling away from you. You winced at the sudden loss, feeling cum drip down your thighs as he took your hand and lifted you to your feet.

"we should return to our quarters, my love"

You smiled tiredly as he kissed your knuckles and pulled you slightly, encouraging you to follow.

"Agreed, there is one problem though"

He paused, squeezing your hand. "Are you alright?"

Laughing you squeezed back "more than alright, however I'm still blind in here, I'm also a little....messyM

Vulkan laughed and swept you up, nuzzling his nose against your hair as he carried you through the warehouse with long sure strides.

"we should definitely do this again, I bet I can beat you next time"

You could practically hear his eyes rolling as his chest vibrated against you.

"of course you could"

[iwaasfairy]

kenma IS a twink. but hes my twink <333

anywayss love the idea, fairyyyyy. i adore your juicy big brain

tw incest, voyeurism, dubcon, virg!kuroo can’t catch a fucking break I wanna keep writing this but it’ll have to be in a different ask

wc. 1.9k

kozume kenma x fem!reader x kuroo tetsuro

“It’s really not a big deal,” Kenma assures him again as he forces his normally blank face to show an ounce of understanding, something like a smile painted on his lips. “She won’t mind.” His long, slender fingers wrap around the door handle to push down without knocking — shoving the door to swing wide with a clean arc and reveal the slightly messy, but clean, fresh room. It isn’t obvious upon first glance that a girl lives here. At least not in the overtly girly way, a far cry from all the frilly, pink overly curated rooms he imagined being invited into when he was a teen boy in the midsts of high school.

This is the room of someone a little more grown, with books and candles and pillows with blankets stacked upon an overly thick mattress. A bed you’re sat on the edge of, scrolling through your song playlist when they barge in and your head snaps over your shoulder to make you put on a pout. “Niichan, don’t just come in! Knock first! I ask you a million times,” you snap, putting the phone down to let your gaze shift to the taller man by his side.

Kuroo’s eyes can’t help but slip down the thin camisole you’re wearing, plain undies and exposed legs as you uncross them. You’ve got the overly girly thing down in the way you lean onto one arm though, and the way your lips jutt out do something weird to the base of his skull. Tickle, send heat downward. “I could be naked, niisan.” You say it pointedly, stare at Kenma a bit longer than is necessary.

Something unspoken sits in his friend’s eyes.

After a moment, you push yourself up more to raise your eyebrows and turn your chest to face them both. And your big brother messily scratches under the tiny ponytail that’s tied in his hair, before going to sit on the other side of your bed. “Kuroo has something he wants to ask you.”

His tongue sits too fat in his own mouth. Your pretty eyes flick up to his where he still stands in the doorway, and instead of dismissing them both like he kind of expects you to, you turn around completely and put both feet out onto the bed so your toes basically brush Kenma’s thigh. Who absentmindedly strokes your shin as cat-like eyes point up. Kuroo’s always been pretty easy to get along with, talkative enough to do it for the both of them. A natural way with people, or something.

This is entirely different. Here, he’s made a spectacle, two matching gazes studying him as he tries to chuckle. He’s eyed down as he walks three big steps forward to reach the bed, and slowly lets himself sink into the plush covers too.

He wasn’t always crushing on you like he is now. You were a bit of a little tike when he was still in high school, ran too hot for proper girly clothes and liked sitting in your pjs on the couch as they gamed. It’s entirely different now that you’ve been away a few years from college and walk around the shared apartment in shirts that barely cover your ass when you make breakfast. Hickeys blooming all over your throat and collar and up your thighs that he always ends up catching a glimpse of when you bend at the waist and your skirts slide up enough to reveal the curve of your ass.

He was sure it wouldn’t bother him as much to live with a girl. It’s different for your brother. He doesn’t have to notice. To Kuroo, you’re not any girl, and the way your tits rise and fall in those stupid little things you wear is making it too hard. Him, too hard, too.

As he chews on his words trying to find the right ones, you lull your head to the side cutely.

“Come out with it already, you two perverts.” You don’t mean it judging by the mirth in your eyes, but it still makes him fluster. Can’t help himself, giving Kenma a desperate glance to please help him out. You click your tongue. “Seriously… I was just about to go to bed.”

Kenma’s thin brows furrow slightly. “You can rub your little pussy later, can’t you?”

He almost chokes on his spit. The heat burns up his neck as he watches how Kenma wraps a hand around your wrist to keep you in place, and your mouth drops open. That’s not— he wasn’t gonna— your reaction baffles him too. Instead of getting ashamed at having your sexual proclivities discussed by your brother, you only give him a little sneer, and grab his wrist back so you’re both clinging to each other. There’s a little glitter in your eyes when you pout, then get onto your knees to get a bit closer to your big brother.

Close enough to lift yourself over him and straddle his lap. “Don’t be a pervert in front of your friend, nii—chan.” You chastise, but in a soft admittance sort of way that doesn’t sound all that sorry, or apologetic. “Don’t talk about my pussy either.”

“It’s fine.” You get so close that Kenma has to let go of your arm to instead wrap both arms around the small of your waist as he gets nose to nose with you — and Kuroo admittedly struggles to process anything. Your ass is planted right on Kenma’s lap who’s only wearing some boxers, and if it was him… he can’t think too hard about if it was him because he can feel himself start to stir in his own sweats. Kenma basically brushes lips with yours, before he straightens up to pull you closer. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“You,” your breathing hitches, and now your cheeks start getting hot when Kenma moves below you, “you haven’t told me yet.” Moves- below you? Yeah, Kuroo’s sure he can see Kenma roll his hips against your barely clad body. What the fuck. “Stop doing that.” You’re whining, and looking away from them both, before Kenma casts a glance over your shoulder to watch his friend. First Kuroo, and then the way he’s very uncomfortably trying to hide his chubbing cock by planting his hand in front of it into the blankets.

“Aren’t you gonna ask her?” Kenma asks. Hands sliding lower to grip both sides of the meat of your ass, obviously squeezing his fingers into it.

“Yeah- I- I uhm,” you make an effort to look back at him, so sweet, polite, but his attention is dragged to the way your panties are pulling around the globes of your ass and he swears he can see a wet patch starting to stain your undies where they cling to your pussy. And he’s really trying so hard, “Kenma thought -Kenma thought that I should ask you if you want- or not want-” Sweat prickles at his collar, as he stares resolutely into your pretty eyes and nowhere else.

“What he meant to ask,” Kenma helps out, hiking you up a little higher to basically press his cheek to yours when he places his chin on your shoulder, “-and stop grinding for a second- he’s already noticed you’re a bit of a sex fiend. Keep having your brains fucked out and moan like a whore through the walls and it’s keeping him up.”

Your face scrunches like you’re being treated entirely unfairly, a look shooting to your brother out of the corner of your eyes— but he refuses to let you go. “What the hell, niichan… you’re such a- you’re so mean, you freak.” Your eyes go all big and teary and flustered when you catch Tetsuro’s, and the way you stare at him with a mix of embarrassment and guilt is hot too. He’s not sure what’s happening. These last five minutes have been a blur. Why are you in Kenma’s lap in the first place? “D’you just bring Kuroo here to embarrass me or what?” You ask, voice pinched.

“-That’s not it, I swear.” Kuroo quickly chants, reaches out to grab your balled hand to rub a comforting hand over it. He lets go quick enough not to be overstepping, he hopes. He wants you to like him, if anything. Wasn’t that why Kenma dragged him here? “Don’t cry, please. You know Kenma doesn’t mean it.”

Kenma looks barely bothered at your distress, but does place a quick kiss on your neck and your collarbone. “We can tell him the whole truth now, I think.”

Kuroo watches how you push yourself back against Kenma’s face with two hands and drop back into the bed, thighs spread and wet, sticky panties clinging to your folds exactly like he imagined, and it makes his cock twitch. Hard cock, annoyingly pressing against the fabric of his boxers and feeling so fucking obvious in his sweats. It doesn’t really register that well that you’re wet from rubbing yourself in your big brother’s lap, only that you look weirdly adorable sucking up your tears to grimace. “I’m not telling anyone anything.”

Kenma’s hard too. He only notices it because Kenma doesn’t make any attempt to hide the way he shifts himself up in his boxers and stares you down too, eyes lingering on the way your tits rise and fall as you breathe. “You’re cute,” he adds, before eyeing Kuroo. It’s about just as embarrassing to be caught staring by him, as how his cock twitches again at the way you mewl at the praise. What the fuck is happening? Kenma’s smile when he glances back down at you is so sickeningly sweet and genuine, trailing fingers over your panties and sliding the camisole up to reveal more marks. “Y’see, Kuroo, my little sister isn’t actually some slut. These are mine.”

The room feels much too tight for three people to fit.

“When she’s moaning like that, that’s because I’m fucking her good, like she wants. Begs for it.” You look away embarrassed, place both hands on your face as you place a foot on Kenma’s hip and push a little, and your big brother grabs your ankle to push your knee back to your chest. “Don’t get so shy. I’m right.”

“Tetsuro didn’t know that though,” he wants to melt at the way you say his name. “Don’t be so casual about it. Pervert.”

“He doesn’t care.” Kenma assures back, and Kuroo suddenly feels like he needs to prove different. He stands from the bed to stare at you both, but that’s about as far as he gets. He’s so hard, and gobsmacked, and he feels like he might pass out from the heat that’s running through him. “He came in here to ask you to fuck him too, you know. That’s why he’s hard. Got hard thinking of your little, sweet, brotherfucking pussy.” Kenma’s only adding oil to the fire when he rubs his fingers through the mess hidden by your slicked undies, and making you shudder.

Your eyes find his again, now upside down from the way you’re leaned back in bed. “You’re quiet, Tetsuro.” You’re not nearly as shocked by Kenma’s statements as he expects you to be, so it must not be new. Fuck, how long have you two been doing this? Every time he heard you mewling whispers through the wall, moaning and the bed creak, stroking his cock in a cold sweat… wishing it was him. He barely mustered up the courage to ask, when Kenma cornered him about his crush.

Your mouth’s so pretty when you form the sounds of his name. “What do you want to do, Tetsuro?”

[lovelynim]

Fight the champion

Zenless Zone Zero - Lighter x Wise

A/N: If anything, you guys should thank @/ticklystuff for being the brain behind this fic even tho he doesn't play the game. Thanks for the idea, friend, tho I'm not sure if it was properly executed ehe

Also, I apologize in advance for how OOC Lighter may sound here, I'm still getting a grip at his character

Summary: After winning a "fight" against Wise, Lighter tries to make up for his doings

Word count: 2356 words

[Read it on Ao3]

“L-LIHIGHTEHER– AHAHAHAH, STOHOHOP IT!!”

Wise couldn’t remember the last time he laughed like this. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he was this loud. All he could feel was his head spinning, his heart beating and Lighter’s hands wreaking havoc on his skin. It tickled - it tickled as if each and every single one of his nerves were on fire, sparkling like fireworks under his skin. 

Wise felt his cheeks, his stomach and even his ribs - to which Lighter’s fingers seemed to be particularly fond of  - hurting from the laughter. How long has it been? Five, ten minutes? He couldn’t tell.

A tickle fight. All of this mess started with the stupid idea of starting a tickle fight against the Sons of Calydon’s champion. Wise knew he was going to lose - that was the whole point of it!

Playfully wrestling Lighter, being overpowered, tickled a little, surrendering and done. He would have Lighter on top of him, heartstruck and ready for him to act cute and pull all sorts of impure acts later… it seemed like the perfect plan, so how could it all end so wrong?

Wise pressed his head back, laughing his soul to heaven and back when Lighter’s hand moved down to his hips again. “LIGHTER, PLEHEHEASE!! I’M DYIHIHING HERE!!”

“That’s no way for a fighter to speak, manager, you shouldn’t yield just after a couple hits,” Lighter chuckled, his grip around Wise’s wrists tightening while the tickled moved back up to the proxy’s sides.

Wise’s feet had already kicked all the cushions off the couch in their aimless flailing and his throat was as dry as the soil near Blazewood. Wise lost count of how many times he asked ‘please’, tried to yield or to call uncle, but it was clear that none of those mattered for Lighter. He was a champion defending his title, after all, how could Wise expect any mercy from him?

Calling it “hysteria” wouldn’t make justice to the noises Lighter was drawing out of the proxy when his gloved hand decided to sneak under Wise’s shirt and tickle his bare skin. 

Lighter raised his eyebrows at the reaction, catching a few glimpses of that forced, desperate smile on Wise’s face while he prodded between each bone of Wise’s ribcage. “It sure looks like it tickles, huh? Should’ve thought twice before picking up this fight, manager ~” He teased again, trying to get some comprehensible speech out of the other, but Wise seemed just too busy to think of anything else.

Saying he wasn’t fond of Wise’s laughter, smile and blushing cheeks would be a blatant lie. A ugly, nasty lie. And could one really blame Lighter for taking the chance when Wise started to poke his sides and stomach in the middle of their movie? If that wasn’t an invitation to ‘fight’ back, then what else would it be?

“P-PLEHEHEASE!!” Wise laughed, arching his back off the couch when Lighter shoved his hand all the way up to tickle the proxy’s armpit. “J-JUST STOHOHOP!!”

“But you’re no-” Lighter stopped, snapping back from his daydreaming and spotting the last thing he wanted to see on Wise’s face: tears. “D-damn it,” he gasped, quickly letting go of Wise’s wrists, “are you ok, manager?”

This was bad, really, really bad. He got carried away, forgetting this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Now that he thought about it, what if Wise wasn’t actually smiling just now? All that laughter was a forced reaction? One that Lighter carelessly exploited for his own amusement… My, what has he done?!

“...w-whahat?” Wise asked, taking some deep, needed breaths and letting the air back into his lungs for the first time in a while. He still had that dazzled, drunk-like look on his face, barely aware of his surroundings.

“Manager, does-” Lighter hesitated, freezing the hand that was about to reach for Wise midair. Damn it, damn it, damn it! “D-does it hurt? I didn’t- I didn’t mean to…” Of course, but what was a brute like him expecting, he thought.

This should’ve been a cute, romantic moment between couples - just like in the movie they were watching - but he ruined it and now Wise was crying!

“H-hurt?” Wise asked, slowly sitting back up and wiping the small tears of mirth off his lashes. “No, it just- just tickled. A lot, in fact, hahah,” Wise giggled, running a hand through his hair, unaware of the concern concealed behind Lighter’s glasses.

“Do sugarcoat it, manager,” Lighter furrowed his brows, taking one of Wise’s hands into his. His skin was probably sore after all the abuse from his rough hands - or, even worse, what if he broke one of Wise’s ribs while tickling him? What if all those squeezes and prods left bruises?” “I-I can help you- no, better, I can call for hel-”

“L-Lighter,” Wise giggled, stopping the other from getting up from the couch. He still found this whole situation way too amusing, even kind of cute - despite not really understanding it. “What are you talking about? I’m fine,” Wise scoffed, cocking his head to the side. 

“Your body,” Lighter’s lips quivered slightly. He settled his hands down on the couch, lowering his gaze, “did I hurt you?”

“...huh?”

“You can be honest,” Lighter sighed, his fingers clenching into a fist. “When- when we were playing now and, well, I was tickling you, was I too rough? Did it hurt?”

“What? No! Lighter, I’m fine,” Wise chuckled, reaching to cup Lighter’s cheek. He removed the other’s glasses, meeting his gaze full of worry and guilt. While this seemed like the silliest of concerns for Wise, he could tell Lighter was serious about it. Dead serious.

The man sighed, his shoulders slouching as he finally relaxed a little. “...right,” Lighter reached for one of Wise’s hands, gently holding his wrist before nuzzling into his palm. “I just got carried away and thought I… I overdid it when I saw you crying.”

Wise blushed a little, taken aback by the explanation. How should he take it? Did he look so frail that Lighter thought he could hurt him with tickling? Or was it that Lighter cared so much that even tears of laughter made him worry?

“Don’t be stupid,” Wise hissed shyly, weakly pulling at his hand only to find it stuck in Lighter’s grip - again.

“Are you mad at me?” Lighter asked and, for a moment, Wise could see dripping doggy ears on top of his head. “Let me at least make it up for you, manager!”

“L-Lighter!” Wise gasped, even more flustered at the whole scene. “I-it was just tickling, a play fight. T-there’s nothing for you to make up to… I was the one who started it anyway and-”

“Then,” Lighter interrupted, leaning a little forward and bringing Wise’s hand close to his chest, “tickle me back. We would be even then, right? I promise I won’t fight you off this time!”

Wise went silent, blinking a few times while processing Lighter’s words. He, in fact, was the one who started the said fight by tickling Lighter first, but he never really planned to win it. In fact, he knew from the start it would be a losing battle - he just didn’t expect it to be that bad of a defeat.

“T-tickle you?”

“Yes, isn’t it what you wanted? Like in the movie we were watching,” Lighter nodded, with at least a part of his usual attitude seemingly recovered. “Please, manager? You are not going to leave me hanging, right?” Lighter stared at Wise with pleading eyes, bringing his hand up to his lips and planting a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s the least I can do, no?”

Wise cringed slightly, unable to take his hand away from Lighter this time. It was a cute attitude, yes, but so uncalled for… Still, how could say no when Lighter had that look on his face? “...A-alright, I’ll do it, then.”

Nearly sparkling at the mere sound of those words, Lighter reached for Wise’s with his free hand and pulled the other back down with him. The proxy couldn’t help but let out a small gasp, his hands resting on top of Lighter’s chest as he tried to support himself.

“Don’t hold back, manager. I’m a toughie, I can take it,” Lighter nodded, watching Wise steady himself on top of his lap. He crossed both arms behind his head, rolling his shirt up and bit and exposing some of his lower stomach in the process.

It was hard for Wise to not get distracted from the main task at hand. With one hand on each side of Lighter’s chest, the proxy couldn’t help but give the muscles a gentle squeeze - feeling them with just a skin tight shirt on the way felt much better than with a heavy biker jacket.

“Oi, manager,” Lighter chuckled, “that doesn’t tickle, you know?” He joked, not that he would really mind having Wise fondling with his chest, but he wouldn’t lose the chance to tease him for that either.

“Right, tickling,” Wise muttered out loud, stopping his fingers from committing any other inappropriate act. “Where are you ticklish, Lighter?”

Of all the things that just happened, this was what seemed to puzzle Lighter the most. “Dunno,” the man sighed, looking up to the ceiling as he tried to recall the last time he felt someone touching him so lightly. “On… my neck?”

Wise frowned, unsatisfied. “Just that won’t do,” he scoffed, tracing a finger down Lighter’s torso, feeling each and every one of his muscles. His eyes shifted back and forth between the other’s body and face, carefully watching him in an attempt to capture any reaction. “Do you feel anything if I do this?”

“Not sure,” Lighter said while closing his eyes, his position barely shifting if it wasn’t for his chest waving with each breath, “try a little harder, manager.”

Those words made Wise flinch, almost as if waking something inside him. Lighter still had his eyes closed, his body open to Wise, almost as if he was just about to drift to sleep. Did he trust him that much?

Still, he was already way too into it to turn down such an opportunity. “Alright,” he said, bringing his other hand into action and getting a hold onto Lighter’s waist. Wise pinched the spot, pressing his thumbs down on the soft meat and rubbing circles into the-

“Ah!”

Wise’s head shot up, looking up from Lighter’s lower stomach to his face with widened eyes. Funny enough, Lighter seemed just as surprised, almost startled by the sudden sensation. Wise smirked.

“What about now?” He said, repeating the motion and even skittering his other fingers around Lighter’s lower sides. Wise felt that massive body shift under him and his heart skip a bit at the sound he heard next.

“I-it tihihickles,” Lighter giggled, furrowing his brows and scrunching up his nose while a restrained smile took place over his lips. Lighter pressed his chin down at his chest, his elbows faltering as his instincts yelled at him to lower his arms and stop whatever was causing this.

But he listened neither to his instincts, nor to his better judgement. “It dehehefinitely does!”

“Good,” Wise nodded, moving his hands towards each other and tickling Lighter’s stomach, watching it tremble as more and more giggles spilled from his lips. “You’re quite sensitive, Lighter.”

Yes, he was. Lighter pressed his knees together, crossed one ankle over the other behind Wise’s back and even clenched his hand around his hair. One of these things had to make that growing urge to laugh more bearable, he thought. “I knohohow!”

Wise chuckled, continuing to tickle around those toned abs while deciding where he should try next. “And not only on your neck,” he teased, poking Lighter’s ribs on each side and making the man jolt with surprise before dissolving into that soft, but held-back laughter again.

“D-do yohohou lihihike it, manahahager?” He didn’t know why he insisted on speaking - maybe it was just another attempt to distract himself. Yet, for some reason, he didn’t exactly hate that feeling - maybe because Wise was the one providing it.

“Why does it matter? You won’t become less ticklish if I say I don’t, right?”

“I cohohould try!”

The proxy rolled his eyes, drilling his fingers in the spaces between each bone of Lighter’s ribcage. Exploring a Hollow seemed easier than making this man crack up. At that point, Wise would be breathless, with his heart pumping blood at the same rate as the motor in Lighter’s motorcycle.

“It’s not fair, you’re holding back,” Wise whined, pushing one of Lighter’s elbows back to claw at the exposed armpit with the other, tickling it as best as he could, “there’s no way you are just this ticklish.”

“B-buhuhut- ahAhaha, it stihill tihihickles, mahahanager!” Lighter laughed, turning his face away to avoid Wise’s gaze upon him. He felt hot around the collar and airheaded, making it even harder to think about the right words to say. Was there anything for him to say, though? Should he even say anything?

While these thoughts spiraled inside his head, the tickling slowed down, eventually coming to a total halt. Missing that swirling sensation that came from it inside his stomach, Lighter slowly opened his eyes, turning his head back to face the proxy.

“S-satisfied already, manager?”

Wise smiled, shaking his head. “It’s no use - I can’t beat the champion, even in a tickle fight,” he said with a giggle, leaning forward until he could nuzzle his nose against Lighter’s, brushing his lips over the other man’s before giving them a small peck.

“So,” Lighter sighed, finally lowering his arms and wrapping one of them around Wise’s neck. “Does this mean you forgive me? For making you cry and all?”

“Not yet,” Wise muttered, making Lighter widen his eyes. “We have to finish this movie first”, he winked and Lighter nodded, letting out a small, shaky sigh of relief. He laid his head back, turning his attention to the TV while feeling Wise rest on top of his chest.

“Of course, manager.”

[fconvicted]

ouughh..... your style..... anatomy...... interpretations...... they all tickle my brain very nicely.......... i love your art please dont go bald /silly

I AGREE WITH THE OTHER ANONS TOO your art has actually made me think a lot more about how truly villainous Tenna can become when he's desperate— He's a control freak; sure, due to trauma from abandonment by the people closest to him, but a control freak nonetheless. He's manipulative, he's spiteful, he can very quickly go from cheerful to pissed if things aren't going exactly as he wants it to; and your art captures that overlooked side of him very well and I really appreciate that.

anyways. sorry for the yapping

keep being silly !!!! ^^

ooough thank you anon! really, this makes me happy to hear! blessings to you <3

tenna is so multifaceted and i appreciate observers willing to acknowledge those negative traits. ive been in fandoms for an ungodly amount of years, so im not surprised many people have clung to his pathetic/push over nature, but that portrayal is the reason i push out my art! he can be mean!

im glad my art can showcase that part of him. judging by the feedback, it seems like a lot of people enjoy seeing that part of him as well (especially when it isnt played off as a joke). but i def wanna draw the more silly aspects of him too cause he is a goofy guy too.

he likes to entertain!

[melodramaslut]

drew being all over reader at obx premiere and he couldn’t wait until they got home so they sneak off and get caught by one of the cast members😫

you were too caught up in the way drew's fingers felt to realise the noises that were falling from your mouth, head thrown back as you stabilised yourself on the shelf stacked with cleaning products. each thrust of his pointer and middle finger had you spiralling, your dress hiked up as it sat bunched on your hips with your underwear dragged to the side.

"you gotta' be quiet my love..." drew drooled, his teeth nipping at the exposed flesh of your neck. lips clamped together you swallowed back the groans of pleasure that were rumbling in your throat — it was all too much.

this was never on the agenda for the night; the premiere was meant to be filled with laughter and posing for photographs with drew's cast members and fans. but here you were — stuffed into a cleaning closet with drew's fingers knuckle deep inside of you as you struggled to keep yourself together.

it was the dress that had done it for him. the material hugging every part of you deliciously, the colour complementing your skin in a way that made you look ethereal. innocent touches quickly turned to ones that were hungry, drew's voice low and smooth as he ordered you to follow him. you knew deep down that you wouldn't be able to wait until you were home: the slickness between your legs had become hard to ignore as you followed your boyfriend dumbly, chewing the inside of your cheek as your brain fogged with the idea of what was going to happen.

the pad of his thumb was relentless against your clit, rubbing circles and figures of either against the bundle of nerves as he watched the way you came dangerously close to coming undone. you wanted more — your hips rutting in rhythm to his hand as you desperately sought the feeling of more.

his fingers didn't stop even when you heard people outside of the cupboard. nor did they stop their attack on that soft spot inside of you as you barely heard his name being called out, the beating in your ears deafening as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. and he definitely didn't stop as he wrapped his other hand at the base of your throat, incoherently spurring you on to cum — to make his fingers a mess.

it was only when the door handle jiggled and the sound of fists against wood echoed through the thick aired cupboard did he stop his movements altogether. a groan threatened to escape his mouth as he breathed shallowly, your ear tickled by the hot air that escaped his parted lips as you both awaited for the disturbance to pass. but it didn't.

"drew? c'mon, we know you're in there..." in your hazed daze you failed to recognise who it was on the other side of the door, your boyfriends fingers still sucked between your walls as you clenched. once, daringly, before he bit down on your shoulder, his tongue swiping across the thin layer of sweat that had clung to you during your filthy detour. neither of you said anything, not one word, as you listened to the shuffling outside, "we go in in ten minutes— don't be late."

it was a demand more than anything, your chest heaving as you whimpered at the feeling of drew's fingers dragging out of your cunt. you had been so close, vision still blurred as you tried to rearrange your dress in an attempt to hide what had just taken place. with his two fingers pressed between his lips he sucked the remnants of your pleasure, eye's seeking yours as he shot you an apologetic look, seeming somewhat awful at not being able to get you over the finish line. but you didn't care — your thumb stroking the beads of sweat that sat above his brow, giggling at the idea of actually being caught mid-act.

[actuallysaiyan]

Biting Down(Kenpachi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, reader is Kenpachi's wife, mentions of pregnancy, biting, lots of biting, dirty talk, roughness and slight dub con, mentions of fainting/passing out, breeding kink, animalistic/prey and hunter kink in a way, just very filthy stuff going on word count: 0.9k pairings: Kenpachi x Fem!Reader summary: Kenpachi comes home in a mood and you've got to keep it cool until you two can retire in the bedroom for the evening. tagging: @yeowangies and @pixelcafe-network. dividers by @adornedwithlight

You had seen the dark look in his eyes when he came home. There was an electricity sparking between you two before he even brought you into the bedroom. Kenpachi was clearly feeling feral, pent up and turned on.

You tried to keep it together all throughout dinner and then helped Yachiru get ready for bed. Nothing could calm the fire deep inside of you. All Kenpachi had to do was look at you, and you knew what you were in for when you two retired to the bedroom later.

The minute you step into the master bedroom, Kenpachi already has his arms wrapped around you. He snarls softly as he presses sloppy kisses on your neck. He smells like iron, sweat and musk. There’s something else there, something so uniquely him. It sounds cheesy and corny, but it was so true. And the weight of his body against yours always made your brain short circuit.

“Finally, my little wife alone with me.” He says softly. “Good girl…you really know how to pick up on my subtle hints.”

You whine when he nips at your neck, “I didn’t want Yachiru to ask questions.”

“Good. You’re so smart,”

His hands slide up your sides as his tongue glides against your neck. He loves the taste of you; your sweat, your musk, your perfume. Every single part of you that makes you, he’s crazy about it all. And right now, he’s been wanting to fuck you all day. His cock ached as it hung heavily between his thighs.

A soft squeal comes from you as he pushes you onto your stomach on the bed. He very quickly rips the clothes off your body, promising to replace it. Then he spreads your thighs. Two of his fingers tease your folds before pushing into you, splitting you open for him. The wild look in his eyes is even more apparent now in the soft glow of your low lights in the master bedroom.

He pushes your head down into the pillows, reminding you to be a good girl for him. One of his knees pushes your thighs apart even more. His fingers pump in and out slowly at first. The pace quickens hurriedly, almost as if he was desperate to get you to your climax. 

The sweet moans coming from you were muffled well by the pillows. You have to bite one of them when he curls his fingers towards your navel. It takes just a few more thrusts like that before you’re shaking as the dam bursts. Kenpachi growls as he watches you make a big mess on the bed.

“You were wanting this, weren’t you?” He asks as he grips you by your hair and pulls you closer.

You nod frantically. “I’ve been needing you.”

He laughs wildly before leaning down and spitting on your already soaked pussy. Then he uses his thumb to smear it everywhere. A moan is pulled from you when you feel his cock slapping against your folds before he pushes into you roughly.

“That’s it. That’s it…relax for me.”

Kenpachi then leans in, nipping at your neck as he begins his pace. You’re clutching the pillows once more, trying to ground yourself as every brutal thrust has you hurtling towards another mind blowing orgasm. The minute Kenpachi sinks his fangs into your neck, you know you can’t hold on anymore.

Flames tickle at the fire deep in your belly, and over the edge you're pushed once more. Your vision turns white as you lose yourself completely to the euphoria. Kenpachi growls and begins pounding himself into you; his fangs are still deeply plunged into you.

“Going to breed you, my little one. Going to be round with my baby, huh?” His voice is muffled by him nipping and sucking on your neck.

This is what finally snaps you back into reality. Slowly you’re coming down from one high only to be pushed towards another one by the words that are coming from your husband’s mouth. He licks your neck before biting down again.

Your walls clench around him, making him howl in pleasure. Dirty words begin slipping out of him as he continues to pound himself into you.

“That’s it, just fuckin’ milking my cock. I knew you were perfect for me when we got married. Knew you’d be the one to carry my baby. We’re gonna make Yachiru a big sister, you wanna, dontcha?”

His fangs sink back in, but this time a little more into your shoulder than your neck. He’s fucking you even harder. Every thrust has Kenpachi bruising your cervix. You’ve been rendered to soft squeaks and mewls of pleasure as he fucks you stupid.

When he lets his hand reach under you and rubs your clit, you barely have the time to warn him. A scream is nearly ripped from you before Kenpachi shoves your head in the pillows. He’s trying to shush you even though you’re cumming harder than you have before.

With his teeth back in your neck, he’s rutting into you like an animal in heat now. His balls feel so heavy and they are drawing up quick. All that can be heard are the sounds of your skin slapping together and the animalistic grunts and growls that come from Kenpachi.

One last harsh thrust and he’s gripping onto you so hard that you know you’ll have bruises. He cries out as he pumps hot, thick cum deep inside your womb. You’re barely hanging onto reality as you feel him slump on top of you.

Then the soft kisses are next. Kenpachi rubs his nose against your neck and kisses it sweetly. He’s still so deep inside of you, keeping you close with his hands on your hips.

“You are perfect,” he whispers. “Such a good girl to take me so well like that.”

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[ticklygiggles]

A snowman, a crow and a kitten | Sylus, Zayne x fem!reader [n$fw]

Commissioned by @otomiyaa

A/N: BABYYYY thank you so much for your kind suppoooort 💕❤️💖 I'm sorry it took me ages to finish dkfndknff I decided to write this in first person to go along with the game, I hope you liiiike it. I personally don't know how to feel about it dkdndkdb anyways thank you so much love 💕 I hope you enjoy this! 💞💓💖

Summary: You're simply their little toy.

Words: 3k+

His hands on my body were like a shower of sparks, each one exploding on my skin in a flash of pleasure. I felt like I was floating in a sea of sensations, without control, without direction, just going with the flow. His fingers were everywhere, caressing my skin like feathers, light, yet persuasive. My mind would cloud, my breathing would quicken, and my body would surrender, giving in to the sensations. 

Within a second his hands were squeezing my hips, his thumbs digging into my bones, making me arch my back and gasp between raucous laughs. The next second, his fingers found the warmth under my arms and wiggled them playfully against the very center of my armpits, making me cry out with joy, tears streaming down my face. 

How long had he been tickling me? A few minutes? Hours? Days? I didn't know and I didn't care, because I was addicted to that feeling of pleasure that was building up between my legs, making me moan loudly and freely. 

"Will it be your laughter or your moans that will make the neighbors complain about the noise?” I could barely hear his delicious, deep voice over the incessant noise escaping from between my lips. A noise somewhere between a laugh, a gasp, a moan, and a sob. Something that didn't sound like me at all. 

My hands desperately clung to his wrists, trying to pull away his hands that slowly immersed me in a whirlwind of pleasure and sensations that made my brain short-circuit.

“Do you want me to stop?" Zayne asked, his body on top of mine, keeping me pinned against the couch, his lips caressing my ear, making me shiver and causing my skin to prickle. My mind was screaming 'yes! I want you to stop! I can't stand it another second', but my head shook from side to side vigorously, even though my chest was already hurting from the lack of oxygen and the muscles of my stomach and sides were burning. 

His soft laugh made me shiver. "Good girl." Zayne kissed my earlobe before pulling back, as if to admire the state I was in. I felt even more heat rising to my cheeks from my neck. I knew I didn't look at all attractive right now. I was probably as red as a cherry, with tears streaming down my cheeks. I also felt a trickle of saliva escaping from my huge forced smile and falling down my chin. Not charming at all, and yet, Zayne stared at me as a predator would look at prey. His green eyes darkened with lust, his tongue licking his lips and his cheeks flushed. 

Who would have thought that tickling me would cause such a turn on in Zayne? I could feel his hard cock against my clothed pussy and I moaned, feeling like I was going crazy. 

“Z-Zayne, please!” I sobbed between laughs. "P-Please!”

“Hmm? What do you want, little tickle toy?” I sobbed out a few more words with difficulty, for my laughter would not cease. “I cannot hear you. Would you stop laughing?” 

“I c-cahan't, I-"

“Ah, so you were busy.” 

My laugh caught in my throat. Zayne and I both quickly looked towards the door and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when I saw who was entering my house. 

“S-Sylus?! W-What are you doing-” 

“I sent Mephisto to check on you, but you didn't open the window. I see why now.”

Sylus chuckled, looking at me, then at Zayne. His eyes moving to the hands under my arms and the position Zayne and I were in. I froze, not knowing what to do. Zayne looked at my guest with a raised eyebrow and seemed confused as well. I wanted the earth to swallow me up. 

“A little crow came to say hello, it seems.” Zayne's voice was too calm, a chill ran down my spine. 

Sylus smirked. “I came to check on my kitten, I thought she was going to be bored, but I see she's in good company.” 

“Yes. You can leave now.” 

“I don't wanna,” Sylus said, finally, finally, closing the door behind him. “Besides, you're doing it all wrong.” 

“Excuse me?” 

My heart raced as I watched Sylus approach us. My hands that were clinging to Zayne's shoulders were suddenly grabbed tightly and placed high above my head. I squealed and arched my back, my breath hitching in my throat as I looked up at Sylus. He looked at me with a mischievous smile and eyes shining with mischief. 

“She likes being pinned down,” Sylus explained, as if I wasn't there between the two. “She loves having no escape from her tickles, don't you, kitten?” My only response was a whimper and Sylus took it as a yes, of course. “Tell you what, Zayne. Why don't I stay up here for a while.” Zayne arched an eyebrow. “And you can do whatever you want down there.” 

Sylus jerked his chin towards my legs and Zayne looked down, his eyes widening for a second before his fingers touched my still covered pussy. I moaned, bucking my hips up. 

“You're leaking,” Zayne mumbled and I gasped, looking at the tips of his fingers. Zayne looked between my legs for a moment and then he looked up at Sylus. “Fine.” 

My eyes widened as Sylus let out a deep chuckle. “We'll take turns, then.”

In an instant, their hands were on me. I tensed thinking they were going to tickle me, but to my horror, Zayne hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear and pulled them down. I squealed, bringing my legs together to hide my pussy, but Zayne grabbed my knees and easily spread my legs apart, completely exposing me to him. 

Meanwhile Sylus grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it off, exposing my breasts. Unlike my shorts and panties, the shirt only reached my elbows and a heavy gasp escaped my mouth when I felt Sylus sitting on my arms. My eyes moved from Zayne to Sylus and back again. 

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and I was only able to say something when Zayne suddenly lowered his head between my legs. I moaned and shivered as I felt Zayne's warm lips on the inside of my left thigh, he trailed kisses from my knee to my groin and my breath caught in my throat when I felt his lips pressing on my pussy.

I moaned Zayne's name, arching my back a little and closing my eyes. Zayne kissed me again and I shivered in pleasure once more and moaned softly. His next kiss was directly on my clit, he had separated my lips to discover that little spot and as he pressed his mouth against it, I felt like I was going to cum just like that. His tongue played with my clit for a second, before it slid all over my pussy, tasting my juices before returning to my clit. 

“Oh, Zayne!” I cried, moaning and writhing as his tongue circled my hard clit. My nipples hardened and my skin covered in goosebumps. His tongue licked, fluttered and pressed against my clit mercilessly, making me let out loud sounds of pleasure. “I'm g-going to cum! Nghh!” He sucked on it, holding my legs that rested over his shoulders to keep me in place. 

It felt so good, my eyes crossed as I felt that tingle of my upcoming orgasm, my legs shook, but I had forgotten about Sylus… until I felt his fingers in my armpits. 

A loud laugh bubbled out of me, I pulled at my arms desperately, trying to get them out from under Sylus, but it was impossible. His agile and light fingers buried themselves in my armpits, wiggling, poking, squeezing, prodding- just every single thing he knew would make me laugh in hysterics. 

“Sylus!” I squealed, feeling the tingles of my climax fading away. “S-Stohohop! PLEHEHEASE!” 

“Oh c'mon, don't act as if you are not enjoying yourself, sweetie.” I shook my head, but groans began to filter through my laughter and my cheeks grew hot with embarrassment. “You're such a weird little miss,” he chuckled. “Getting off by getting tickled? That is certainly something you don't hear all the time.”

I shook my head again, trying to grit my teeth to stop my laughter, but then Sylus increased the speed of his tickling and I could only howl in hysterics. When I thought I would go crazy from the tickling in my armpits, suddenly Sylus' fingers moved to my nipples and I moaned as he squeezed and flicked them. My hips circled and I grind harder against Zayne's mouth; he barely flinched while I was being tickled, I just felt his fingers digging a little deeper into my thighs, trying to keep me still. 

“Y-Yes! F-Fuck yes! F-Faster, Zayne, please. Fa- ahahaha!” Again the stupid tickling under my arms. I groaned in frustration, but then started laughing out loud. “Sylus, pl-please! DOHOHON'T!” 

“Look how much you're grinding against Zayne,” Sylus purred. “You are such a weird one.”

I hated that his teasing, although humiliating, made me feel even hornier; my moans getting deeper and louder, mingling with my hysterical laughter and the squeals that escaped my mouth. I felt hot all over my body. The fingers digging under my arms and into my thighs; Sylus teasing my nipples, Zayne eating me out- it all just felt too much. 

Soon my legs started to shake as Sylus’s fingers did a weird dance, first tickling my armpits and then teasing my nipples, back and forth, back and forth. Zayne on the other hand, pushed two fingers inside me, hooking them up and touching that tender spot within me while his tongue circled faster and harder around my clit. The tingling came back, my breath became erratic, my moans desperate and as my eyes rolled back into my skull, I finally reached that wonderful peak, letting myself fall from the edge into a sea of pleasure that made my whole body tremble like crazy. 

Tingly sparks washed over me and I even forgot to think, to breathe, my mind went blank and it seemed like I had been suspended in a subspace of satisfaction… until my body started to come back to his senses and the sensations immediately overwhelmed me, making me shriek, scream in desperation. 

Sylus was still very busy tickling me under my arms while Zayne kept using his tongue on my pussy while his fingers pressed and rubbed that delicate spot inside me. I was going crazy, in my head it seemed like I could hear a noise like static, I couldn't think of anything else but what those two were doing to me. My skin felt a little uncomfortable, wet with a light layer of sweat, sticking to the couch. I felt exhausted, I couldn't defend myself... and I didn't want to. 

“Zayne.” I could barely hear Sylus's voice over my screams and hysterical laughter and some pleas that made no sense, neither to them nor to me. 

“Hmm?” 

“Are you having fun there? She already cum, so I think it's my turn.”

Zayne finally stopped, leaving my pussy pulsing and clenching. “You said you wanted her breasts.” 

“And I also said we would share.” Sylus moved his hands down to my ribs and I arched my back, begging for him to stop, but he didn't hear me, or rather, he pretended not to hear me. “Stop acting like a spoiled child, Zayne, and move your ass up here.”

The tickling finally stopped and I went limp against the couch. My body was twitching, my pussy clenching, my armpits and ribs titillating with the residual tickles. I groaned, letting out a sigh when Sylus let go of my arms, but my body didn't move at all. Was I that tired? No, I just... didn't want them to stop yet. I opened my eyes, my vision blurred by tears, and looked at them both and brows furrowed in disappointment

Sylus laughed, his voice echoing through my small apartment. "Why are you making that face? Weren't you asking us to stop, kitten?” Sylus positioned himself between my legs, making me gasp. “Now you want to continue? You're a very indecisive little lady, aren't you?" His huge hands caressed my thighs, grabbing my leg behind my knee and putting it over his shoulder. He was smirking down at me, raising an eyebrow, waiting for my answer. “So?” 

I swallowed hard and tensed when I felt Zayne sitting on my arms. I whimpered, looking at them both again. 

“Should we stop…”

“... Or continue?” 

I whined, my body bouncing. “J-Just d-do i-iiit! I d-don’t- ack! Ahahahaha!” 

I was surprised at how different the tickling was from both of them. Sylus was a bit rougher, not to the point of pain, but enough to make my sensitive skin turn red within seconds. He liked to dig his fingers in my skin, teasing my muscles and making me jump. Zayne, on the other hand, was a little gentler, his fingers fluttering against my armpits. Drawing random shapes with his delicate fingertips, scratching my skin, poking me, scribbling– just any touch that made my skin cover in goosebumps as I laughed and laughed and laughed. 

I jumped with a small scream when I felt Sylus grab my hips and I begged between giggles that he wouldn't tickle me there, but he didn't do it, instead, he grabbed me firmly and my eyes widened as I felt his dick entering me, fast and hard. 

“Sylus!” I gasped, lifting my head to see that he had just pulled his dick out, his pants still on.

“You'll hurt her.” I heard Zayne said, his hands stopping. 

“I won't,” Sylus answered with a growl; his eyes fluttering closer as he got used to my pussy… and I tried to get used to his huge cock. 

He filled me so nicely. His warmth made me shudder, his tip immediately hitting that sweet spot, making me cross my eyes in ecstasy. Sylus chuckled after just a few seconds and when I looked at him, he was smirking down at me, making me moan and jerk my hips slightly. 

“Do you want me to move, kitten?” 

I nodded desperately, opening my mouth and choking on my saliva. Sylus chuckled lowly, and I felt his cock moving out of me before he thrust hard into me, our bodies making a 'slap!' sound that echoed throughout the house. I gasped, arching my back and throwing my head back. He rammed into me again and I moaned loudly as he began to pick up speed, thrusting his cock into me again and again until my moans turned into screams of pleasure. 

“F-Faster! Pl-Plea- Faster!” 

I gasped as I felt Zayne's cold hand grip my jaw and twist my head to the side. My eyes widened as I saw his massive erection milliliters away from my face. 

“Be a good girl and open your pretty mouth.” 

I whimpered, but I obediently did what I was told. I opened my mouth wide and salivated at the slight salty taste of Zayne's precum. He let me get used to his length, first inserting the tip, my tongue licking up all the precum, making him furrow his brow and breathe raggedly. He then pushed himself deeper and deeper into my throat; I was so used to having him inside me that I no longer felt nauseous from having him all the way in. Zayne threw his head back, exhaling and shuddering. I tightened my throat and he growled, pushing his hips back before he rammed into my throat. 

Tears were streaming down my face as they both used me however they wanted and my arousal continued to grow as I felt them filling my pussy and mouth. Sylus moaned deeply, without shame. He liked to show how good I made him feel and he said it without thinking: 

“Ah! What a g-good girl, so t-tight for me. You really like my cock, kitten? Y-You're clenching me so nicely. Ngh!” 

Zayne was quieter. He bit his bottom lip and pressed the back of his hand against his mouth to keep from making any noise, But as my throat tightened around his cock and one of my shaking hands began to play with his balls, Zayne had no choice but to moan loudly, throwing his head back. 

I felt dizzy. I could barely breathe with Zayne in my throat, and the pleasure was driving me crazy. Sylus had started playing with my clit as he kept going in and out of me and my moans and whimpers caused vibrations against Zayne's dick that made him moan more. 

I was losing it. I couldn't focus my thoughts on anything but these two men touching me and making me feel so good. As I felt that delicious tingle building inside me, I was almost sure I would pass out before I came, but I didn't. My body trembled and convulsed as currents of pleasure washed over me. I came like I had never come before, my skin covered in goosebumps from head to toe and I sobbed and cried and moaned and whimpered as Sylus milked my orgasm until his movements started to overstimulate me. It tickled, but it also felt overwhelming. 

My jaw and the corners of my mouth hurt. My throat was starting to burn, but soon, with just a couple of thrusts from Zayne, he came inside my mouth. I tried to swallow as much of his load as I could, but it still leaked out of the corners of my mouth. Zayne shivered and breathed rapidly as he recovered from his climax. I coughed as he pulled his cock out of my throat and moaned Sylus' name as I begged:

“S-Stop! Angh! I j-just c-came s-stop, please!” I sobbed, but Sylus didn't listen to me, he grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster until I felt his warm seed filling me. I shuddered as he trembled in pleasure, thrusting against me a few more times to ride his orgasm. 

I sighed tiredly, relaxing my shivering, twitchy body into the couch as my breaths echoed off the walls of my house. I closed my eyes, feeling like I was floating and almost falling asleep until I felt Sylus pulling his cock out of my pussy. I moaned, my legs shaking, I opened my eyes heavy from sleep and my heart skipped a beat when I saw that Zayne was now between my legs, his dick so hard as if he hadn't come in my mouth just moments ago.

“W-What?” 

“It's my turn,” he said and before I could say anything else, he pushed himself inside me and I sobbed with pleasure before bursting into laughter as mischievous fingers began tickling my ribs. 

The sensation was so intense that I felt like the world was spinning around me. 

“What's the matter, kitten? I thought you wanted to play. Let's keep playing, shall we?” 

I still had a long night ahead of me, and my insides churned with excitement, my pussy clenching around Zayne, so eager to feel the pleasure these two men had in store for me; even if it meant passing out halfway there, but I was sure that these two were not going to allow it, after all, they only wanted my pleasure and hear my pretty voice calling their names through my sweet moans. 

[074calicocat]

NOT FUNNY ؛ ଓ

cw: dad-daughter incest (scary I know), tit sucking, cheating, one mention of past abuse (reader got kicked in the ribs by asshole Leon the horrors), 400-something words of tomfoolery

notes: I haven't touched this Tumblr account since 2019. I used to be super into Marvel but I did a total power wash, which wasn't hard since I only reblogged two posts. I even change my tacky username which I will promptly forget about forever. On another note, I haven't posted my own writing since 2020 on WATTPAD OF ALL SITES. I've always written fanfics for myself (especially dead dove ones), but I made it my unofficial new years resolution to post my works online because I want to having The Fandom experience everyone talks about and it will Not be on godforsaken TikTok.

Your dad likes to joke that you came out like this because on your last birthday, he banged your head on the table by accident when he tried smashing your face in your cake.

“I’m telling you,” he muses, holding you steady in his lap while kissing down the valley of your chest. Your t-shirt was pushed up under your chin with your bra, leaving your breasts in the air for his leering eyes and desperate hands. “You scrambled your brains that day and here you are now: a slut for your own dad.”

You wanted to argue that he was worse because he could’ve put a stop to this months ago but just doesn’t. He probably gets off to degrading you. It’s a good thing you don’t care much but still, you huff and mutter, “not funny” under your breath.

“You made the first move, by the way,” you counter, breath hitching as his lips latched onto your nipple. God, he was such a baby for an old man with the way he drooled and suckled on you, his other hand pawing at your free breast. “Five months ago. At…at…Mom’s birthday party! Wow, you really are sick, you fucked me on her side of the bed.”

It was stupid of you to mention that but you get your pride is as high as his sometimes. Usually, Leon would push you off his lap and walk away all stone-faced as if you insulted his entire bloodline. Your mother was a touchy subject, especially during the first few weeks of…whatever you and him had going on. He even threw you down and kicked you in the ribs one time which you still have bruising from. But, surprisingly, this time he does nothing. Instead, he just rolls his eyes at you like a pouty teen and switches to your other nipple, scraping his teeth along the sensitive bud. 

“Forget about it,” he mumbles, lips slick with his spit as he speaks against your skin. “And I’m not sick. She’s just not-” he raises his head, crashing his mouth against yours. It’s the type of kiss you especially hate with all the drool and teeth but there’s not much you can do once he wraps his hand around your throat and holds you still. 

“She’s not into me anymore,” he breathes, playfully biting down on your bottom lip just to see your face scrunch up in pain. Asshole. But despite himself, he soothes you with his cheek nuzzling against yours, like two cats rubbing together. What a contrast, his calloused hand holding your throat while his beard gently tickles at your face. 

“But at least you’re into me. I don’t need her. Just you.”

[whimsyfinny]

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Charlie discovers the Winchester boys to be struggling with keeping the bunker tidy, looking after themselves and being able to do their job simultaneously. Luckily she has a friend who’s from a Hunter family that is in need of work and can help them with research. Or so she thought that’s what her job would be. When Dean sees your more domesticated side, his head won’t stop swimming with all the wrong ideas.

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut

Warnings: language

Chapter Word Count: 2288

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A/N: AHHHHHHHHH IM SOOOOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG ITS NOT EVEN A SPICEY CHAPTER… I hope it’s ok! Let me know of any errors as I’m the only proof reader .

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Please read the below:

Prologue Chapter 1

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8pt1

Chapter 8pt2

Chapter 9

I’m Not Your F*cking Maid

Chapter 10

I stood in the kitchen over the stove, the smell of bacon tickling my nose as it sizzled in the pan. Watching the fat and grease splutter, my mind replayed the rapturous events of last night with every tantalising memory bringing heat to my skin and fluttering to my pulse. The simple thought of Deans hands on me set my whole body aflame. Not to mention that I woke up in his room, in his arms, listening to his soft breathing as he slept peacefully - not a single crease between his brows as he slumbered unburdened. I had crept out, not wanting to torment myself by staying by his side until he awoke.

I had eaten breakfast alone; neither of the boys rising early enough for us to eat together, so I tucked in whilst the food was still hot. I was a mixture of grateful and ungrateful in this instance. Grateful, because I could be left alone with my sinful thoughts - and ungrateful, because I didn’t want to be left alone with my sinful thoughts. They were driving me insane, spinning around and around inside my head. I desperately needed to remind myself that Dean Winchester was an insufferable jackass who seemed to be making it his life’s mission to get under my skin. And I couldn’t let him.

Oh Bobby, if you could see me now, you’d be so disappointed in my life choices…

I had just tidied the kitchen and placed the food in the fridge when I heard the front door open and close and I made my way to the main room - Charlie appearing at the top of the stairs wielding half a dozen shopping bags.

“Good morning bitches!” She beamed as she began making her way down, right as Sam and Dean strode in, sleep weighing on their features. I opened my mouth to respond but my gaze snagged on Dean, who was already looking at me and my words evaporated in my mouth. We stared at each other, both of us with a sort of dumbfounded look about our faces. Charlie stepped next to me, looking between us.

“I said… good morning bitches! No? Anyone?”

Without saying a word I grabbed her hand through the countless loops of shopping bag handles and dragged her through the bunker until we reached my room. I pushed her through the door and slammed it behind us, leaving the frenzy in the hallway as we looked at each other in silence. I huffed out a sigh, running my hands through my hair before cupping my cheeks. She dropped the bags and sat on the edge of my bed.

“What’s going on with you? Are you ok? You see-”

“I fucked Dean.”

“No!”

“Twice.”

“NO!”

I nodded and sat next to her as she jumped up, a wild look on her face.

“You fucked the guy you beat the shit out of?”

I nodded again, biting my lip and cringing.

“I thought you hated him?”

“I do. I mean, I don’t hate him. He just infuriates me so much.”

She pauses for a second, smirking and raising her brows as she sits down beside me.

“Was it good?”

I closed my eyes and breathed out, memories flooding my brain.

“Oh my God Charlie you have no idea…” I crisscross my legs and face her, and she does the same. We look like a couple of teenage girls talking about our high school crushes at a sleepover.

“That good?”

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. He’s ruined me,” I sighed as I saw her wicked expression, her gaze flitting between myself and the shopping bags abandoned on the floor.

“What?”

She picked up one of the bags and plunged her hand in, fishing around for a second before pulling out an outfit. There were… bunny ears?

OH

A slutty bunny outfit was thrown onto the bed, the bodysuit crafted with expertise and soft black velvet, with shaping-bones ascending the bodice and plush padding in the bra cups. The white cuffs were made of soft, pressed cotton, and amongst it all I spotted a little fluffy tail.

“Why have you bought me a Playboy outfit?” I raised an eyebrow, unable to stop myself from finding out if the tail was as soft as it looked. It was. Charlie beamed.

“Because the girls at this club are known for their irresistible aesthetic. You’ll need to blend in. But don’t worry,” she gestured to the other bags, “if you don’t want to be a bunny I bought you more.”

“Of course they wear outfits…” I groaned, knowing that the boys will never let me live this down.

“Plus…” Charlie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “now that I know you’re FINALLY getting laid, you can actually put these towards their intended use.”

I smirked and threw a pillow at her.

“Oh yeah? And when was the last time you got laid?”

She rolled off the bed dramatically before throwing the pillow back at me.

“A lady never tells!”

“Bullshit!” I laughed, before grabbing the outfit off the covers and headed to the bathroom to try it on.

*

The afternoon passed by quickly, most of it spent trying on those ridiculous outfits that Charlie had bought for me. I must have tried on a dozen, ranging from ‘let’s only cover flaps and nips,’ to ‘you’re gonna need x-ray vision’. I went for something in between, not too scandalous but enough skin on show to get the wolves howling. Charlie lounged around on my bed reading comics and muttering to herself whilst I busied away getting ready, doing my hair and makeup and quadruple checking that this ridiculous outfit wasn’t going to spontaneously explode off my body. Overall the whole ordeal took around five hours from start to finish - six if you include lunch and coffee breaks, and six and a half hours if you took into account all the occasions that Deans ego led him to believe that we ‘might need a mans opinion’ on the matter. Said ego had many a door slammed in his face.

Evening had rolled around and I pulled a long coat over myself - another gift from Charlie - making sure that it covered everything not meant for outside a club environment. Or Comic Con, actually, because I eventually learnt that Charlie had purchased this particular outfit from a cosplay website. It explained a lot to be honest. From the quality fabric to the delicate lace trims and tiny petticoats, it was made to a much higher standard than anything else she’d brought with her. Adorning the final touch upon my head, I exited my room before joining the others in the research room, my heels clicking softly on the hard floor.

Upon arrival, all eyes were on me. On my face, my cloaked body, my exposed calves and heeled feet. It was like every other gaze in this room was trying to see through the wool of the overcoat concealing the surprise beneath; a present to be unwrapped… a meal to be devoured. I wasn't sure who to look at, every set of eyes hot with expectation so I chose to study the ribbons on the top of my stilettos, observing in great detail how the fabric shined in the dim lighting. A moment passed before Sam cleared his throat.

“Come on guys, let's get going.”

It should have been Sam that I looked at when I replied, but my eyes were drawn to Dean like a compass to North. His jaw was tight and his eyes dark, as though it pained him to not know what I was wearing. Although he could have been thinking anything really, as we hadn't exactly spoken much since the tantalising events of the previous night and we definitely hadn't spoken about what had happened. I think we were both well aware of the dangerous situation we were putting ourselves in, despite trying to act oblivious to any consequences. We both knew at some point the conversation needed to be had.

“Yes,” I replied to Sam, my voice cracking from the anxiety starting to crawl up my spine, “let's get going before I freeze to death.”

*

The car ride was quiet. Too quiet. Dean was in a weird headspace and didn't crack any of his usual jokes or poke fun at anyone in the car. Sam hadn't made eye contact with me since I gave him the dance, and whenever our eyes met his face erupted into a red-hot blush. Tapping away on her tablet, Charlie paid no mind to any of the silence at first, both of us in the back seat minding our own business. However after a long wait at a red light, she glanced over at me before pulling out her phone and tapped away. It didn't take long for my own phone to vibrate. Retrieving it from my pocket, I opened the message from her.

Chazzie: wtf is going on with you and these guys?

I sighed and wrote my reply.

Me: it's a long story… and tbh I didn't give you all the details about me and Dean…

Chazzie: bitch this is a long drive, tell me! I know Sam won't look at you and Dean won't STOP looking at you. And I know Dean, he's normally a ‘no strings’ kinda guy. But bitch you've got that man on a leash.

I sighed again, throwing her a look before giving in and typing away.

Me: so Dean made me annoyed and told me I would be no good for this mission because he doubted I could even do a basic lap dance. Well, it ground my gears so yesterday evening I put on some music and gave a lap dance to prove my point.

Chazzie: ooh I bet he was in heaven, I remember when you took those classes! You were soooo good <3

Me: awww thanks babes <3 but I didn't give the dance to Dean… I danced for Sam…

I heard her choke on her own spit as she read the message and she threw me a disbelieving look.

Chazzie: WHAT?! Why Sam?! I mean it explains why he won't look at you. But whhhyyy? When you've already fucked D-boi?

Me: tbh I was mad at Dean and I wanted him to suffer. Plus I had a point to prove, he needed to be able to see the show to know I was good.

Chazzie: I mean that's true! How did he take it when you danced for Sam?

Me: tbh I don't think he was best impressed at first, but then I think he just enjoyed the show. … I do feel a bit bad for Sam tho for dragging him into his. I feel bad for using him.

Chazzie: don't! I can tell he loved every minute of it from the permanent blush on his face hehehe. You're a wicked woman tho. Really torturing those boys. How long did it take for Dean to come to your room?

Me: ughhh don’t even joke… you make me sound like I'm in some shitty YA novel… and technically he didn't come to my room. I bumped into him in the corridor. Then he told me he ‘couldn't stop thinking about me’. The we made out and then we eventually fucked in my room.

Chazzie: Welp somehow you've made Dean Winchester your bitch. Gold medal for you, because I've seen soooo many girls try and fail. So did he wake up in your room or did he go back to his? Because this is fucking important.

I looked at her and felt my face heat up, a grin appearing on her face as she playfully smacked my arm.

Chazzie: bitch seriously?! He stayed the night?!

Me: technically no… my sheets were ruined so we slept in his bed instead …

Before anymore texts could be exchanged, I felt the car slow to a stop and the handbrake engaged, engine flicking off. Dean turned to face us, doing a double take over my blushing expression and Charlie's wild grin. He mumbled something under his breath about this making him nervous before he faced forward again and Sam turned around instead, his soft gaze scanning my made-up eyes and lips.

“Are you sure you're ok with this (Y/n)? Because it's still ok for you to back out now if you want.”

The older Winchester tore his gaze away from the lone two-storey building before us; its neon lights reflecting in the puddles on the pavement. Two guys in leather jackets stood outside, and I'm assuming they were security. Dean's expression turned to one of unease as he surveyed the club from a distance.

“Exactly what Sammy said. (Y/n) this is dangerous and I don't want you going in there. Back out now.”

I couldn't help but scoff and roll my eyes.

“I've not gotten this far and this fucking dressed up to give up now. Besides, my safety isn't as important as the safety of the civilians who are at risk of leaving these vamps even a day longer. You know that. That's why we do this job-”

“Look, your safety is all I give a shit about.”

Dean's assertiveness came as a slight shock, not just to myself but to him as well. We blinked at each other before I turned to Charlie.

“Do you have the paperwork and ID I need to get in?” I heard Dean sigh and turn back to face the steering wheel, cursing under his breath. Without saying another word, I took the envelope from Charlie's grasp and flung the door to the impala open, clambered out and slammed the door behind me.

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