#don't know how i pulled it off but we'll take it

[4ttack-ur-heart]

May I request a rafayel x virgin reader smut where they are getting intimate for the first time and she squirts and doesn't understand but as he breaks her hymen she bleeds and she panics when they are done etc?

Forever bonded

Pairing: Rafayel x virgin! mc

Warnings: smut, blood, mc basically freaking out at the end, virginity loss, inaccurate lore prbly, hurt/comfort, slight ooc fishie, oral both receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: You and Rafayel decide to finally go all the way and form a bond by having sex for the first time, not realizing your body wants to react in ways you’ve never seen.

I don’t have Rafayel’s god of tides myth and I feel like that really dives more into Lemurian lore from what I’ve seen, so if it’s inaccurate shhhhh. In this fic, their bond is formed by the boom shakalaka. I also added in the scene of when he was possessed in the main story cause lowkey that form was hot.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

Rafayel's words linger on your skin as his lips draw down your jawline. His hand cradles your face, the other pulling your body flush against his chest. You let out a breath when his teeth scrape against the vein on your neck, your hips roll over his groin in retaliation, and he lets out a shuddering groan.

He pulls away, hands now settled on your hips as his lust-filled gaze locks onto yours.

"We should stop."

You frown at his words. Disappointed fills your mind as the burning passion swirls hotter in your tummy. "Raf, I think I'm ready."

Rafayel looks away briefly, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he thinks. You're a virgin, and he wants to make sure you're a thousand percent ready. In the past, anytime you guys have gotten steamy with your make-out sessions, one of you feels forced to stop. His hands guide your hips off of him, and you think he's going to stop and just pull you into his arms to cuddle for the rest of the night.

Your toes brush against his thigh as you settle into your new spot. You're surprised when he swings his leg over your body, so now you're the one being straddled.

"Don't say those words if they aren't true," you see the hesitation in his eyes before he seals the words with a kiss. His tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and you eagerly let him in. Your legs wrap against his waist and pull him impossibly closer to you. "Do you know what this means for my people?"

Rafayel pulls away again. Your noses brush against each other, and your breaths mingle in short pants. You shake your head 'no' slowly.

"Lemurians being in love is a blessing and a curse. When we fall in love, we love hard and become devoted," his head buries itself between the crook of your neck. A few more sloppy kisses are placed against the skin below your ear. "This is how my people create a bond."

He licks the shell of your ear, and his words make you shiver from the sensitivity. "If we bond, you're stuck with me for all eternity. It has no limits, even to death. I need you to know that if you don't reciprocate, the burden of me loving you will consume me entirely."

Rafayel sits above you now, his legs caging you in. When you take a minute to respond, he grabs your chin in his hand and forces eye contact.

"Do you understand?" His eyes are pleading as they search yours for confirmation. "This isn't something my people take lightly."

"I-I understand…" your words are breathy.

"Not to mention you're a virgin too, baby. Is this something you're ready for? If you wanna stop, I need you to tell me now-"

"No," you cut him off. "I'm ready, Raf, I love you."

He leans down to place another sensual kiss on your lips. A deep groan resonated within him.

"We'll take it slow, my love, don't you worry." His words reassure you, and his lips attach themselves to your neck. Little hums escape you as his lips hit all the sensitive areas.

Rafayel licks at the new hickey on your neck. Pulling away, he slowly gets off the couch, and his arms settle under your body before you lift to his chest.

He carries you through the hallway and to his bedroom. The dim lighting casts your shadows on the wall. He places you on the edge of the bed, and his thumb traces over the waistband of your shorts.

"Have you masturbated before?"

Yes. Yes, you have- many times, in fact. All to the thought of him finally taking you and claiming you as his. Just because you were a virgin doesn't mean you don't take some personal time a few times a week.

"Yeah," you shudder when your shorts slip off your legs, and your lacy panties are now on display.

Rafayel settles between your bent knees, and his arms curled under them. He turns them slightly to place a few wet kisses against your thighs. "What do you use? Your fingers or toys?"

He nibbles on the meaty part of your inner thigh.

"B-both."

A small laugh.

"Let's add my mouth to the list."

Rafayel's tongue drags down your slit through your panties, and you shudder. His teeth clamp down on the waistband, and he slowly tugs, his eyes locking onto yours. Once they're down to your knees, he dives into your cunt.

You let out a choked sound as his warm tongue explores your folds. He feels your hips rock slowly against his face, and his hold on your legs tightens ever so slightly to keep you in place.

This man slurps and laps at your cunt as if it's a great feast, and he's been starved for days. Filthy noises quickly fill the room.

"Raf," you moan, fingers curling into his purple curls. He groans in response.

His lips suction around your clit, and you arch your back at the pleasure driving through you.

"Mm, yeah, just like that."

His tongue moves in little circles around the bundle of nerves. He savors the way your body reacts.

As your moans become louder, his tongue quickens. You feel the familiar coiling of your tummy.

"Augh- I-I'm gonna…" the words die from your throat as quickly as they came.

Rafayel groans deeply against your core, and you shudder from the vibrations.

"You gonna come for me, baby?"

You hear his voice ring out, muffled slightly. Your toes curl, and you open your legs impossibly further into a butterfly position.

With a shaky whine, your orgasm rocks through your body.

Rafayel doesn't pull away immediately- his head stays down to slurp at the cum that leaks out of you. Your fingers are now loosely tangled in his hair, nails grazing his scalp.

When he pulls away, he's panting slightly. There's a primal look in his eyes that are glazed over. His fingers leave your trembling thighs and trail up his shirt before unbuttoning the buttons slowly.

You sluggishly watch from your spot, a new wave of heat already taking over your body. Rafayel doesn't break eye contact as he discards the wine-colored shirt. He leans in and hovers above you, his hands resting on your head. He licks his lips, and you catch the scent of your juices still lingering around his mouth.

"Here." His hand grabs yours and trails it down your body. He stops below his belt, and you can feel the hardening erection underneath the fabric of his pants. "Can you feel what you do to me?"

You shakily nod, and your fingertips dance lightly over his groin. He lets out a wince, shuts his eyes, and dips his head in the column of your throat.

"Raf?" You ask with your hand coming up to caress the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Hmm?"

"C-can I suck you off?"

Rafayel tenses, and his eyes shoot open at your request. Slowly, he pulls away and stares into your eyes.

"Are you sure? You don't have to"

"I want to." You state more firmly as he climbs off of you and rests on his knees. Your eyes drift to his large erection, and you gently ease him back more. Holding heavy eye contact, you unbuckle his belt slowly, the metal clanging against the buckle.

Rafayel breathes heavily as he watches your movements. The tip of his ears burn bright red, and he's sure his face isn't any better. Pulling his pants down, it's easier to see the shape of his cock through his boxers. A small patch of precum is visible on the tip.

Your hands clasp over his member through the fabric, and his body shudders in response. Nails swipe over the waistband of the boxers before they hook in and pull them down his legs as well. Rafayel's pants become quicker as he is now bare in front of you. His hard cock curls against his stomach, grazing the bottom of his lean abs.

"Oh fuck-" he breathes as soon as your lips take in his cock. You hum at the salty cum dripping from the tip. His hand softly tangles into your hair, keeping it out of your face as you slowly bob up and down.

Your mouth hollows, and your tongue pokes out to swirl against the tip, making his hips twitch and involuntarily buck.

Rafayel's sharp gasps slowly become breathy whimpers as you increase your speed. His full length hits the back of your throat, and you have to concentrate to keep yourself from gagging.

His fingers tighten against your hair and start to control your motions. "F-fuck!" Another buck from his hips.

You moan against his length when he bottoms out in your mouth, and the vibrations travel through his body.

"Baby, get off… 'm gonna-"

Rafayel does his best to ease you off his cock, but you grab his hips to pull him even closer to you. He rasps out a throaty cry when he finally releases. The white spurts of cum shoot into your mouth and hit the back of your throat, and you swallow every last drop, savoring the way he tastes.

His hand keeps you in place while he finishes riding out his orgasm. When you pull away with a small pop, a long strand of saliva connects from your bottom lip down to his girth.

Finally catching your breath, you both hold each other's gazes.

"You ready for the fun part, babygirl?" He whispers as his hand rests against your cheek. His thumb tenderly stroked the bone, and he savored how you leaned into his touch.

"Yes."

Without another thought, he pulls you in for another kiss. Your lips collide, and teeth scrape against each other in a constant hunger. Rafayel lays you back down on the bed, your head resting against the pillow as his cock starts to rub against your cunt. He takes his cock in his hand and places it between your folds, and you let out a hum at the sensitivity of it rubbing against your puffy clit.

Rafayel disconnects your lips, pulling away with an unsure look. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"I'm sure, Raf." Your hand rests against his cheek, and your fingers brush lightly against his temple, scraping away the purple hair sticking slightly to his forehead from the sweat.

"Okay," he places a chaste kiss against your wrist, and his eyes dart to the nightstand. "Then I want to make sure this is as special as possible."

A spark flickers to life at his fingertips, and you watch in awe as the flame dances playfully, casting shimmering shadows on the walls. With a graceful flick of his wrist, the flame leaps toward the nightstand, igniting a cluster of candles that burst to life. The room is now bathed in a soft, warm glow, wrapping around your bodies like a tender embrace and transforming the space into an intimate haven.

"Now, where were we?"

His head lowers down to your lips again, cock still nestled warmly between your folds. Rafayel lets out another groan when he feels the limb becoming hard again, just begging to become wrapped in your tight walls.

After placing one last kiss on your lips, he pulls away and sits up.

You watch as he spits into his hand before rubbing it over his shaft. He grasps his now half-hard cock and rubs the tip up and down your wet folds, admiring the way you whine.

"You ready?" His eyes find yours as the tip grazes your entrance, and when you nod, he slowly pushes it in.

"Aagh!" You can't help the noise that escapes you from the sudden burst of pain. Rafayel halts his movements, and he carefully watches your expression.

"Are you okay?" He asks, voice tense from the way your hole is already fluttering at his cock.

"Mmhmm! K-Keep going..."

Nails grip his biceps when he slowly starts to push in again, leaving little crescent-shaped indents. You hold your breath and squeeze your eyes shut as a way to bear with the pain.

"Go slow, go slow," you cry out, and he gives you another moment to adjust.

"Almost there, baby. You're doing great." He reassures.

You're a whining mess by the time he fully bottoms out. He lowers his head to your collarbone, kissing your skin tenderly. It takes a minute for your body to adjust to his length, and you try to focus on pleasure more than the pain of your hole being stretched out.

"I'm gonna start moving, okay?"

You let out a shaky breath as tears line the bottom lids of your eyes, but you nod regardless.

His thrusts start slow- very slow. Thanks to the candlelight, Rafayel can see every expression you create: every lip quiver, every scrunch in your eyebrows, and every bead of sweat that coats your forehead.

Your toes curl, and you loosely wrap your legs around his hips to draw him closer. His hips move a little faster now, and progressively, your grunts of pain start to morph into small moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight." He whines lowly.

As his thrusts become quicker, your eyes flutter shut when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Both of your moans echo loudly throughout the room, harmonizing with the sound of his hips smacking the skin of your ass.

When you finally open your eyes, the tears that blurred your vision begin to clear, revealing a striking transformation. His once natural pinky-blue eyes now shimmer with a vibrant azure as if reflecting the ocean's depths. A glowing haze, the same captivating shade of blue, envelops his ears, subtly shaped to resemble delicate fins. Iridescent scales, similar to those of a fish, are scattered across his cheekbones, catching the light and creating a mesmerizing pattern.

"R-Raf?" You sound concerned at the sudden transformation and clench around him when those bright blue eyes lock onto yours.

"It's okay, darling," he reassures breathlessly and rests his forehead against yours. "The sea is accepting our bond."

Rafayel can't help but feel more lustful knowing the bond is being created and accepted. It ignites a primitive urge in him. His pace quickens again, and you feel the coil tighten in your tummy. A shuddering whine escapes you as you feel your impending orgasm about to crash down over you for the second time that night.

"Already, babygirl?" Rafayel teases when he feels your walls flutter around his cock.

His thrusts never cease, even when the blissful release finally overtakes your body. A tight-lipped squeal rings from you as your legs shake and tremble mid-air. Rafayel's moans start to shift into whimpers as he continues to pound into your dripping cunt.

"Rafayel!" You whimper out.

The overstimulating feeling quickly surges through your body, muscles tightening in response, and all you can focus on is his cock squelching in and out of your dripping hole.

Rafayel knows his thrusts are becoming too much; he can feel it by the way your nails dig into his shoulders as a warning, but he can't help it. The way your tight hole practically sucks him back every time he pulls out. "I-I'm almost-"

He can't think straight, and neither can you, so when you let out a loud cry- almost a scream- as your body writhes underneath his, he can feel himself coming undone. His hand tangles into your hair and draws your head closer to his chest while the other grips almost painfully at your hip.

His thrusts become sloppier as he draws nearer to his high.

The overstimulation quickly brings you to your third and final orgasm of the night. The knot in your lower tummy curls impossibly tight, and you try to pull away when your muscles tighten to the point where you feel like you're going to pee. Your hands settled onto his chest in an effort to push him away, but it was too late.

A flood of liquid squirts out of your cunt, painting your thighs and his abs with the glistening fluid. That's all it takes before a choked cry escapes him as he spills his hot cum into your tight cunt.

Your body falls limp to the bed, limbs sticky with sweat, and your chest heaving with sporadic breaths. Rafayel bottoms his cock into you once more before slowly pulling out, giving out a small whimper when your hole refuses to let go of him.

His arms shake as he hovers over you, lips trailing over your cheeks to kiss away any stray tears that have fallen.

"It's okay, it's okay," Rafayel coos, pulling you into his chest and cradling you in his arms. His eyes gradually returned to their natural, vibrant pink and blue hue. The iridescent scales that once captured the light began to fade, signifying the powerful completion of their bond.

The overwhelming feeling in your head fatigues you, and all you crave right now from Rafayel is comfort and cuddles. You sniffle as a small kiss is placed on your sticky forehead. "You did so good, my beautiful girl. I didn't even think you'd squirt for me during our first time."

Your brow furrows at his words, hazy eyes locking onto the cheeky smile he's trying so hard to hide.  

"Huh? Was that what that was...?"

Rafayel hums in response and brushes stray strands of hair away from your face. "It can happen when your body is too overstimulated."

Even after your orgasms subsided, you can't help but notice a slight but dull stinging sensation. Your eyes trail down to the mess between both of your bodies, and your eyes widen when you catch a bright crimson mixed with your cum.

"Oh my god, I'm bleeding." Your voice shakes as Rafayel looks down at the mess before he gets off the bed to grab a few towels.

One is placed underneath you while he uses the other to wipe the sticky juices off your trembling thighs. More tears start to line your eyes, the physical and emotional overstimulation finally taking its toll.

"What do I do? Do I need to go to the hospital?"

Rafayel grasps your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. "No, this happens sometimes, cutie. You're gonna be just fine, okay? It's your hymen, it can tear sometimes from having sex for the first time."

"But... I didn't know this could happen. Why didn't anyone tell me?"

He lets out a small chuckle and pulls you into his arms again.

"Every woman is different, some tear, others don't."

A surge of embarrassment engulfs you, a stark contrast to the excitement you had anticipated for your first experience. The moment, intended to be memorable for its intimacy and excitement, has turned into a whirlwind of confusion, and you suddenly feel self-conscious.

As if sensing your humiliation, Rafayel grabs his silk robe from the floor and drapes it over your shoulders. "Please don't be embarrassed, cutie. It happens, and there's nothing to worry about."

Rafayel scoops you up into his arms and carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the sink, and the large bathtub starts to fill with warm water. His eyes settle on your down-casted gaze, and his hand grasps your chin so your sight meets his. "I can tell you're upset by this, but I need you to know you can trust me."

You let out a shaky chuckle, using the robe sleeve to rub your eyes. "I do trust you, but it's scary, though. I've never experienced any of this before, and I don't want you to laugh at me."

He lets out a scoff and playfully rolls his eyes dramatically. "Puh-lease, I'm not some immature teenager, cutie. Let's focus on cleaning you up, and we can talk more if you'd like. Is that okay?"

You nod, and he slips the robe off your shoulders and carefully picks you back up to place you in the steaming tub. The smell of eucalyptus wafts into your nose, and you hum contentedly as the warm water eases your sore muscles.

"Stay here, I'll be back in a few moments." He kisses your temple and leaves the bathroom to change the bedsheets.

You close your eyes and lean your head back against the rim, fighting the urge to fall asleep.

A few minutes later, Rafayel returns, and you sleepily open your eyes before reaching up to him and making grabby hands.

He lets out a small laugh and steps in behind you. The water sloshes as he settles in and pulls you back into his chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat and steady breathing.

Sweet sleep is interrupted once more when he taps your nose.

"Hm?"

"Look."

You crane your head to look at him and see his eyes locked onto his chest. Drifting your gaze down his neck and collarbone, they finally stop above his heart.

A bright red mark glows on his skin.

"That's our bond, my love."

[miyuhpapayuh]

When he's not there.

He just left.

Five minutes later, taller, darker and extremely handsome is closing her back door behind himself, walking around her place like he paid bills.

Well… anyways.

Stopping in her doorway, he smirks at the sight before him.

She'd been teasing him all week about this pink set she bought and how she couldn't wait to model it for him, since her boyfriend wasn't the slightest bit interested.

Stupid, stupid man.

Rose petals trailed to the foot of her bed, where she sat pretty in pink, the color popping against her sable skin.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat.”

Closing her door, he strides over to her, pressing kisses to the backs of her hands before pulling her up and spinning her around, watching her giggle and jiggle.

“Thank you, baby!”

“Mmm, it's almost coverin’ too much,” he jokes, making her eyes roll in faux annoyance.

“At least you like it,” she pouts, plopping down on the bed as he towers over her, flipping her chocolate curls over her shoulders.

“He didn't like it??” He asks, making her suck her teeth.

“He said I always wear pink, and that's nothing special anymore. And you'd think he'd be sad that we can't spend Valentine's Day together because of a stupid business trip! But, it's just another day to him.” She frowns.

“You are an angel, because I would have killed him.” He huffs, kissing her forehead.

She laughed it off like always, but she was running out of poker faces to wear.

“Yeah,” she shrugs, “guess I don't deserve much better… but anyway,” she mumbles, looking up at him with sad eyes, hoping he couldn't tell.

But he was appalled at the way she viewed her self worth, due to her asshole boyfriend.

“What?” She asks after a moment of him just staring at her.

“I know I just come around to show you some fun and give you attention like you want, but I also want you to know that you deserve that in your actual relationship. To be shown off, adored and desired. I don't understand how or why you're still with him, but you deserve any and everything in the world. Even if it's not me that gives it to you.”

She opened her mouth to say something– anything, but she'd be lying if she said this wasn't the conversation they'd been having since the beginning of their fun— six months ago.

He was just supposed to come over and take her mind off her shifty man, but he found himself desperately wanting to know everything about her, outside of her sweet spots or how many times she could cum before blacking out.

That scared her, because she wasn't sure if she believed that she deserved such a man and all he was willing to hand over without fuss.

“I'm n-not ready to go there,” she sighs, dropping her gaze to her lap.

“Been beatin’ around the bush for too long, princess. We'll talk after I finish.” He says, lifting her chin up so she can meet his eyes.

She nods before his lips find hers for sweet and soft kisses, melting her sadness into puddles of arousal.

Kneeling down, pushing her thighs apart and hooking her panties to the side, his fingers gather her wetness and rub sinful circles on her clit.

“Babe..” she whimpers, tossing her head back as he continues, making her thighs quiver.

“What is it, princess?”

“Feels so good,” she breathes, reaching out for his wrist as her body begins to tense up.

“You cummin’, hmm?” He asks.

“Not yet.. I need your mouth,” she moans, her nails playing with his beard, “let me wet this up.”

His thick, wet tongue was driving her insane as it wagged up and down her slit, leaving her squirming.

Her mouth drops open at the rapid lick of his tongue on her spot, his groans vibrating through her.

“Right there, fuckkkk, right there,” she moans, eyes crossing as her orgasm rips through.

Her hands keep him in place as she ascends into bliss all over again, unintelligible noises leaving her.

“Gonna cum againnnn,” she whines, “that's sooo goood, babyyyy!”

“Mmmhm, keep cummin’,” he commands, smacking her ass as she continues to leak everywhere.

“Fuck me… please, fuck me!”

“How you want it, mama?”

Folded up at the edge of the bed, her feet are braced against his broad chest as he digs deep inside her.

Her low lids and dropped jaw held his gaze, letting him know she was enjoying herself like she deserves.

“Fuckin’ you good, baby?” He asks, pecking her open mouth.

“Uhn, ye— yessss,” she hisses, squeezing him tight, “that's my spot!”

“Mmm, I feel you squeezin’, baby,” he teases, pounding faster and making her squeal.

A hand squeezes her throat, making her leak double time, the squelch echoing through her room.

“There it is,” he smiles, “there you go, baby!”

“Oh my— god! I'm g— I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” She whimpers, scratching his arms and hips.

“Give it to me,” he chants, encouraging another orgasm right at the tail end of the first, snatching her breath completely away.

“Take it, baby!”

Laying his weight on her, his lips find her neck and their fingers intertwine as he slows down, still grinding on her spot.

Her body vibrates between her soft bed and his rock hard one, begging for a reprieve from the nonstop pleasure running through it.

Short gasps leave with every pump of his hips, her teary eyes stare up at the ceiling as she wonders what she did to get fucked this good.

“Like this?”

“Yes, fuck meee,” she whines, holding onto him tight.

Soft sucks to her sweet and sweaty skin as he begins digging a little deeper, making her mouth fall completely open.

“Shit!”

“Mmmm, let me hear it,” he moans in her ear.

“So good! It's so.. good,” she whimpers.

“You deserve it,” he kisses beneath her lobe.

She whimpers again, closing her eyes tightly.

“You deserve all this good dick, baby.”

The slap of their juices echoes through the room, turning her on even more.

“You're gonna make me cum!” She squeals, burying her face into his shoulder as her legs quiver.

“Give it to me,” he grunts, pulling it right out of her, “mmm, there you go, princess.. gimme all that shit.”

His hand finds its way around her throat, making her cum all over again, her juices leaking down her ass.

“Nasty, nasty girl,” he chuckles, kissing her parted lips.

She smiles, her body wracked from the pleasure she's receiving.

She was arched like a cat above him as he rutted her back and forth on his dick, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounced in his face.

“So fucking sexy,” he mumbles, biting his lip and reaching up to punch her nipples.

She pouts, dropping her ass in his lap, loving the way his fingers are digging into her skin.

“You like that, baby?”

“Fuck yess,” he groans, “mmf, he don't deserve this ass,” he says, slapping her backside a few times.

She giggles, wholeheartedly agreeing.

“I know,” she moans back, placing a hand at his neck, “you deserve it, though daddy.”

Smirking like he'd won the lottery, he pulls her closer in his lap and moves his hands to her neck.

“Tell daddy what he deserves, princess,” he says with a squeeze.

“Mmmm, you deserve this ass,” she moans, dropping it harder on him for emphasis, proud of how loud the slap of her skin is against his.

“Mmm, fat juicy ass,” he smacks it again, “keep goin’.”

“You deserve this pussy, daddyyy,”

“Yeah? That sweet, gushy pussy is all mine?”

“Yessss,”

“Say it.”

“It's yours, baby, fuckkk it's yours!” She yells, feeling her orgasm creep up her toes as she continues bouncing, her wet smacks sounding through the air.

“Mmmm, I feel you squeezin’ baby,”

“Oh my god, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!”

“Tell me it's mine, again.”

“Unh, it's yours, b-babyyy, it's yours!!”

“Cum for daddy,” he commands, “give me all that shit, baby.”

Her screams of pleasure almost overpowered his praises as she collapsed into his arms, writhing beyond her control.

Flipping her back over on her back, he presses his lips or hers in a searing kiss, pulling on her heartstrings and making her wet all over again.

Coming up for air, he smiles at her as his hips begin moving again, making her eyes roll back.

“You make me feel so good,” she whispers, afraid of her own voice.

“You deserve to feel good, princess,” he nods, pecking her lips again.

“Can I…” she trails off, sighing at the lovely tingles in her bones, her hands gripping onto him tighter.

“Can you what, baby?”

“Can I be yours?”

Pressing his forehead to hers, he briefly closes his eyes and lets out a breath, like he'd been waiting forever to hear those words.

“You've always been mine,” he answers, kissing her deeply as their grinding turns desperate and clumsy.

“I'm yours,” she repeats. “I'm yours, daddy.”

“Fuckkk, I'm gonna nut all in my pussy,” he grunts, setting her off again with a holler.

Spurt after spurt of his hot cum bathes her insides, bruises left on her thighs from him bearing down.

“Fuckkk, we finna call him right now.” He grunts, making her full on laugh.

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Write A Kiss Request: Kang Dae-Ho/Player 388 (Squid Game) x Reader...a kiss as a promise

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open

...a kiss for Dae-Ho as a promise

It had been hours since the vote had been decided, and yet you were sure Dae-Ho hadn't moved a muscle. As the votes to stay had outnumbered those who wanted to leave, it meant you were going to be subjected to another round of awful games, each one of your allies dealing with the news in a different way. In-ho and Gi-hun immediately began strategizing, thinking about what the next game would be and how they could beat it. The older marine started walking around counting votes in each direction, working out how many people needed to change their minds so that you could all get safely home. But sweet Dae-Ho had silently climbed his way up to his bunk bed upon hearing the news, sitting motionless there with his knees tucked into his chest, curled up so small for such a broad man.

You hadn't meant to pay such close attention to your new friend, but it was hard to stop your eyes drifting in his direction whenever your mind was distracted. His boyish charm, his well-built body, his bright smile. Everything about him made you feel just as helpless as these stupid challenges did. Especially when he'd usually go out of his way to cling by your side and reassure you through the long days you had passed together in these strange halls. Maybe that's why it was so heart-breaking to see him slink off alone, not even bothering to pull a blanket over himself as the lights shut off and darkness descended over the sparce metal room.

You forced yourself to wait for some time to pass, at least giving him the chance to find some stillness and possibly even fall asleep after such a treacherous day. But as you leant over the side of your bed and looked upwards, you could see he still hadn't moved from his tense, hunched position.

You moved as silently as your surroundings would allow, easing yourself between ladders and vacant bunks so as not to disturb anyone else in your vicinity. As your face appeared at the end of Dae-Ho's mattress you could see his eyes finally lift from their fixed point on his sheets, his whole body seeming to tremble slightly less with you in sight.

"Can I sit?" You whispered, gently putting the blanket in front of him a couple of times before he nodded eagerly, edging himself backwards just an inch, making sure that you had enough room to sit comfortably, but not giving you so much room that you wouldn't still be close by his side. You pulled yourself up onto his sheets, Dae-Ho reaching out a hand to making the motion easier, both of you wanting to keep this visit discrete and quiet in the less than private dwelling.

You could see his eyes were stained red where he'd been crying, glistening streaks marking both cheeks. He ran the backs of his hands over his face, trying to hide the worst evidence of his emotions, worried your opinion of him as a strong ally and friend might be changed by any display of weakness.

Instead you sat yourself cross legged facing the man, and reached forward to take his hands in yours, gently rubbing soothing circles over them with your thumbs and letting both of you drink in a quiet moment of affection you knew you needed. You let his hands fall in your lap, safely enclosed in yours, and let silence hang in the air until finally he was ready.

"I don't want to die a-" He cut himself off before he could finish croaking out the thought, his throat hoarse from muffling his sobs. A rush of blood rose to his cheeks as you nodded and spoke softly,

"I know Dae-Ho, I don't want to die either. But we'll get through the next game together too, and then we'll be out of here." You cooed reassuringly, feeling his skin getting warmer to the touch with every moment you passed with his hands in yours. He nodded, a small smile flashing across his lips before he took a deep breath and stilled himself to speak his mind.

"I'd like that. But it's not just that I don't want to die." His voice wavered against as he tried to force out the words, "I really don't want to die a virgin."

You tried to keep your expression soft as your mind raced. You were in the least sexy circumstances possible and you'd still thought about climbing on top of him half a dozen times, how on earth had no-one taken the chance to be with him yet. You couldn't stop your imagination drifting to running your fingers through his hair as you bounced on his lap, feeling your fingers lace through his in reality and pulling you back down to earth. His face was flushed and warm as his eyes remained fixed to where his hands rested in your lap, his grip tightening slightly on you as you considered his words.

Every fibre of you wanted to take the opportunity to change that Dae-Ho. To show him what he'd been missing. You pictured the look on his face if you wrapped your hand around his manhood, the way his head would fall back if you sunk to your knees and let your tongue run over him, the sounds you could draw from him with him sheathed inside you. It was overwhelmingly tempting and for just a moment you completely forgot where you were and thought of nothing but the bashful looking man in front of you.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." He sighed out quietly, loosening his grip on your fingers but not pulling his hand away quite yet. He was such a sweetheart, so concerned about your feelings and you safety even in a place like this. He deserved his first time to be as special as he was, not a muffled quickie surrounded by a sea of prying eyes. You couldn't give him what he needed here. But you could when you got out of here.

"You didn't make me uncomfortable Dae-Ho, I was just thinking." You watched his eyes drift slowly up to your face as you shifted in your seat, inching closer to him. You took each of his hands in yours and guided them to your waist, watching his wide eyed expression as you climbed into his lap and let your thighs rest over his.

"Can I make a deal with you?" You leaned in close and whispered the question in his ear, feeling his arms take the opportunity to wrap over your back, keeping you pressed close against his as he nodded his head frantically. You gently ran your left hand over his cheek, letting it trail down his jaw and through the lengths of his hair before setting on the back of his neck. Dae-Ho shivered in anticipation, his body trying to chase your touch by leaning into you slightly. "If you make sure we both survive the next game, we'll vote to go home, and then I'll make sure you don't die a virgin." You brought your nose to caress against his, watching the gears turn in his head as he considered your words. You could tell the moment he understood your offer, as his face suddenly broke out in a beaming smile, mouth hanging open slightly in disbelief.

"You mean?!" He stumbled over the words as his eyes raked over your shape, his legs shifting under yours as if trying to wriggle closer to you.

"Yep. You keep saving my life, and I'll show you the best night of yours." You felt yourself brimming with confidence as you spoke, the way he stared up at you like you offered him holy salvation making you very glad that you came to check on him tonight. He was awestruck at the words, mind racing with everything he wanted to do now that he had you in his arms, even if he knew he had to wait a little longer to get the thing he craved most. It was too good to be true, meeting someone like you in a place like this, someone who made him feel good and strong and important. And now you were offering him something he had waited a long time to share with someone, someone he really cared about, someone like you. He almost couldn't believe it,

"Are you sure you want to?" He couldn't risk pressuring his favourite person into something you didn't want, just to make him feel better, even if he thought it might be the only thing giving him enough strength to face another day in this place. And more importantly to survive. He stared up at you hopefully as he spoked, hands clinging to the fabric of your shirt where his arms had wrapped around you.

From this close you could see every detail of his handsome face; his deep brown eyes shining brightly up at you, his soft nose chasing yours to nuzzle closer again, his full, pink lips hanging slightly open as he watched you intently. They looked so tempting resting so close to yours, and so you glanced around quickly to make sure no one had noticed your little visit, before leaning in to land a gentle kiss on his lips. It was just the slightest peck, and yet you felt your heart skip a beat as he rushed to kiss you again, chasing your lips like the held to the solution to all of life's problems. You dived in again, feeling his desperate lips follow your every movement, drinking in you, escaping this moment in your intoxicating taste. You parted your lips to let his tongue slip between them, his grip on your clothes tightening as he frantically pulled your body against his. He was so warm against your chest, his muscular build enveloping your form and filling your senses.

Finally you dragged your lips away from his for breath, panted slightly as you rested your forehead against his,

"I promise."

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[broadway-dirk]

Sometimes, you just get tired of all the bullshit you have to do just in order to progress. Sometimes, that comes out in a song.

Fuck the Moon (Fly Me To The Moon) Performed By - Broadway Dirk Lyrics: Little Nii

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Fly me to the moon So I can kick it's fucking ass Let me show you what I've learned In moon-jujitsu class

[Refrain] In other words Catch these hands In other words Coward, fight me

[Verse 2] Fill my heartless void And let me see you just explode You are all I've hated So won't please just go home

[Refrain] In other words Fuck the moon In other words How I hate you

[Verse 3] Fly me to the moon And let me kick it's fucking ass Let me show you what I've learned In moon-jujitsu class

[Refrain] In other words Catch these hands In other words Coward, fight me

[Outro] In other words

I mean, fuck you

Just seriously

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

I'm not sure what force seized me by the neck and forced me to feverishly draw merman Snake all of a sudden

and yet here we are, I blacked out and came to in front of a page of doodles

I am hoping this means the Kuro mood has grabbed me round the throat and I will be back here soon bc BY GOD I NEED A WIN

anyway enjoy him he is shy but curious and also very pretty dress him in fluffy sweaters and keep him hydrated and he will probably sing for u

[laugtherhyena]

Playing Bomb rush cyberfunk has been a crazy experience so far because i feel like I've been enjoying the game just as much as I'm not doing so

[bobzora]

acheron so good she makes me want to complete gold and gears to unlock erudition blessings

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Lol. Lmao even.

[luvcaleb]

DO YOU WANT MORE?

nsfw (18+). includes implied marathon sex, unprotected sex, breeding, breast play, squirting, caleb fucks roughly but still does tender gestures <3, nicknames (pipsqueak is possibly the worst they could've picked for a canon nickname but this is my attempt at making it sound hot). filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“C'mon, pipsqueak, raise your hips.”

Caleb squeezes your waist, his thrusts changing from a deep, persistent grind that makes you feel every inch of his cock to a fast-paced pounding. You've long lost feeling in your legs, and the only thing keeping you from sprawling on the bed is Caleb's tight grip on your hips, fucking into you relentlessly from behind.

“Ah...! Wait, Caleb, haah, no more...!”

Each thrust loudly snaps the bedframe against the wall, but it isn't enough to hide the squelching noises between your legs. Slick and cum drip down your thighs, staining the sheets into ruin. They get even messier with a few more thrusts as you gush around his cock unannounced, squirting into the cum-soaked bedsheets.

Caleb groans as your cunt squeezes around him, trying to coax out more of his hot cum. “Fuck, baby, you're so tight... Feels good when your cunt sucks on my cock...”

His hand slides to your squirting pussy, rubbing circles on your clit. More slick jets out of you, soaking his palm. Squealing, you try to crawl away him him, gripping tightly on the blankets that have been slipping off the bed.

The delicious pressure against your clit releases, but Caleb pulls you back to his cock. He straightens your back to press against his chest, bottoming out in a single thrust to hit the deepest spot in your pussy. “Ngh, why are you running away? Didn't you say you'd last longer than me, pips?” He pants against your ear, hand tenderly running along your side to soothe you, yet his hips don't stop their merciless thrusts. “Or are you tapping out now?”

Perhaps hours ago, you would have answered with a vehement refusal. But now, with drool dripping from your lips constantly agape from moaning, your clit too sensitive from his insistent flicking and rubbing, and your thoroughly-fucked cunt filled with his loads of cum, the idea of calling it quits sounds appealing.

“I'll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the word,” Caleb murmurs against your skin, his lips molding over your neck to suck another hickey among the marks he already made. “If you want to stop, I'll run the bath and take care of you. We'll cuddle on the sofa and watch that new movie you've been looking forward to.”

His hips stop, having pulled all the way out, the tip barely brushing against your cunt. “But if you don't want to stop...”

Slowly, his hand travels up your torso, squeezing your tits. He plays with your nipples, evoking another gasp out of you. “I'll make you feel good. Fuck any other thought out of your mind so you'll only think of me.”

You whine as his cock rubs along your wet folds, catching on the strings of cum dripping from your pussy. The tip circles around your clit, teases at your opening, just putting it in enough to make you feel its thick girth, but he pulls out too soon.

“What will you choose, baby?”

Your hazy mind can't come up with clear thoughts, foggy from the pleasure. But forming an answer is the easiest thing to do—it's not like he left you with any other choice, anyway.

“Please fuck me, Caleb,” you sob, clinging at the arm cupping your breast. “Please put your cock inside me. Fuck me even if I tell you to stop. Cum... please cum more inside m- ahh!”

You're roughly flipped onto your back, but he holds your head softly to lay you down on the pillow. It's only at this moment that you get to see Caleb's face, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his temples, his lip bitten red from the strain of holding back. “Shit... you really do know how to rile me up, pipsqueak.”

He looms over you, muscled arms caging you on the bed, chest heaving up and down as he pants. He fixes his position, resting his weight on his knees, and he uses his hands to spread your legs wider. His eyes are dark with lust while he stares at your abused hole, spilling cum on the sheets below you.

“Maybe this time, I really will fuck you pregnant.”

The statement doesn't even register in your mind because he immediately thrusts inside, pounding at your cervix. You gasp, aimlessly grasping at anything you could hold onto as you lose your mind, a fresh stream of cum soaking his cock.

His abs ripple with each thrust, the dirtiest groans and pants leaving his lips. “Fuck, you're so cute... cumming already when I just put it in.” Caleb leans closer, catching both of your wrists to make you wrap your arms around his neck instead of the dirty sheets. “When did you become such a pervert?” He drops his head to suck at your tits, licking your nipples.

It's your fault, you want to say, but all that leaves your mouth are noises you didn't think you were capable of making until Caleb touched you for the first time months ago, and he hasn't stopped since. You heard couples would be insatiable for the first few weeks of dating, but it feels like you're never going to go past that phase.

“Can't even speak because my dick's too good, huh?” Caleb chuckles, thumb resting on your lips. He rubs the tip of your tongue, pleased when you dart out to lick him. “You're the absolute cutest...”

The sounds between your bodies are downright lewd. His cum sloshes inside you every time he fucks you to the bed, forming a creamy ring at the base of his cock. He's filled you up so much with his huge cock and cum, that you wonder how you even have the space to breathe.

Caleb's the type to try to be quiet, but he's not holding back his moans now, groaning his pleasure against your ear.

“This feels too good, shit... Feel like I'm gonna cum soon...” He tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear, pressing a gentle kiss at the corner of your teary eyes, so different from the rough fucking he's giving to your pussy. “I'm gonna blow my load inside you. You want that, don't you?”

You nod desperately, leaning your face on his hand that's cupping your cheek. He smiles, nuzzling against you, but the sweet moment lasts only for a few seconds before he thrusts even faster, chasing his release.

“Fuck, here it comes, I'm cumming...” Caleb drives his cock the deepest it can go, his balls slapping against your ass. “Oh, fuuuuck, I'm cumming!”

Thick, hot strings of cum coat your insides once more, crammed into the tight space of your cunt. Your squirt splashes against his pelvis and abs as you moan high and reedy, scratching lines down his back. He hisses at the slight pain, spurting more cum at the feeling, and he collapses on your body, making sure not to suffocate you with his weight.

“Ah... damn... I don't think I've cum that hard in a while...” He ruffles through your hair, soothingly patting your head. “You doing okay?”

“You're too intense,” you say, your voice weak and groggy. You wrap your arms around him, content to fall asleep and let Caleb take care of things from here.

“Hey, don't fall asleep now.” He pokes your cheek, trying to stir you awake. When you open your eyes, you see Caleb smiling, the one that means he's up to no good. “After all that you said, do you really think this will end with just one round?”

[beast-of-the-void]

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[yunjardi]

SIZE TRAINING WITH JAKE

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pairing: boyfriend!jake x girlfriend!reader

content warnings: smut [mdni], uprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap), size training, use of sex toys, dirty-talking, pet names (good girl, baby, princess, love), praise, fingering, spanking, oral (both receiving), lmk if i missed anything!

wc: 1.9k [short, i'm sorry guys :''( ]

a/n: another little drabble from me 2 u <3 ily my fellow jake sluts

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"i promise it won't hurt me," you pouted at your longtime boyfriend, jake, "we'll never know if we don't try."

you and jake had been together for quite some time now but have yet to have actual sex with one another.

sure, you've done things of sexual nature, but it pales in comparison to actually having 'real' sex. it's not like you were getting tired of getting eaten out and fingered by jake- you simply wanted to experience more of him.

and oh god did jake want to experience more of you.

the reason you two haven't gone as far as penetration was simply because of jake's size.

it seems cocky (no pun intended) for jake to say he's worried that he won't fit, but it's a genuine worry of his.

even you had to admit that his little fear was completely justified.

jake's dick really is huge.

even though you've seen his dick a million times, his size never fails to amaze you. he 100% gets an ego boost whenever he sees your eyes light up in surprise every time you see his dick.

"okay, love, we can try," jake agreed with a reassuring smile, taking you by surprise, "but that doesn't mean that i'm not terrified of hurting you, though." he managed to let out a chuckle despite his nervousness.

you never thought you'd see the day where he would finally succumb to your begging, but luckily, you were already a few steps ahead of him.

"don't worry, jakey, i've come prepared," you couldn't help but smirk, "wait here."

you got up from the bed and walked into your closet, soon walking out with a box containing three sex toys that you'd been meaning to show jake.

sitting back down on the bed, you opened the box to present the toys to him, each one getting progressively bigger than the last. jake was surprised at how dedicated you seemed to this whole process, and it turned him on to say the least.

"if you're so ready for this, you should hurry and take your panties off," jake smirked as he pulled you closer, now toying with the waistband of your panties. you let out a quiet whimper at his actions before obeying his orders, throwing your panties off to the side and crawling onto his lap, your bare cunt now on his sweatpants.

"that's more like it," jake chuckled sexily as he reached his hand down to your pussy, feeling how wet you've become, "look at you, you don't even have to be prepped. such a good girl for me." you nodded as you subconsciously began grinding your hips down onto his hand, craving his touch in the place where you needed it the most.

"aren't you supposed to be fucking the toys, baby? keep being a good girl and let me see how good you are at taking that puny sex toy," jake scolded you whilst pushing the box of sex toys toward you and urging you to pick one up to start using it.

you, of course, obeyed.

jake helped you get comfortable against the headboard before beginning to tease you once again, taking the first sex toy out of your hand and gliding it against your clit. jake couldn't help but get even more turned on at how sensitive you were despite the sex toy not even being inside you yet.

you let jake gently slide the sex toy inside you, your breath hitching slightly when it was fully inside you.

"you're doing so good, princess," jake cooed as he slowly pushed the toy in and out of your sensitive hole. you nodded with glossy eyes, trying to hold back your moans as jake picked up the pace.

suddenly, jake discarded the first toy, setting it off to the side before bringing his hand down to your entrance and swiftly inserting one of his long fingers, causing you to let out a soft moan at the unexpected sensation of his touch.

"jake-" you gasped out as he curved his finger upwards, grabbing onto his other hand for support as he added in another one of his digits. he couldn't help himself from lowering his head to get a taste of your cunt as he fingered you. come on, how could he possibly pass up an opportunity to tease you with both his fingers and his tongue?

your eyes rolled back as jake swirled his tongue on your sensitive clit while also still working his fingers in and out of you.

jake could fully get off by just simply doing this, but he had to remember the main objective at hand.

stopping suddenly, jake reached off to the side to fetch the second of the three sex toys, this one slightly bigger and wider than the previous. you held onto jake's hand as he slowly inched the new toy inside you, this one more of a struggle to take than the last.

"look at that, baby," jake flashed a pretty smirk, "you're getting better at this." he brought his gaze down to your stuffed entrance, the toy stretching you out just a bit more than the last. jake began to move the toy in and out of you gentler than last time, still worried that you may get hurt.

you couldn't help but squirm under his touch, becoming more and more eager to take him.

it hadn't even been 5 minutes with the new sex toy when you started to become desperate.

desperate for more.

desperate for jake's touch.

"babe, i need you," you managed to breathe out through the moans that escaped your lips, "now, please."

jake's ears turned red at your sudden begging, his pants somehow getting even tighter than they were before which he didn't think was possible.

"b-but we haven't even gotten to the last toy yet-"

"i need you to shut up and fuck me already; i can't take it anymore."

to say that jake took your statement and ran with it would be an understatement.

immediately, jake practically threw the sex toy to the side and took it upon himself to spread your legs further apart to get an even better view of your desperate hole. he could tell just by looking that fitting his entire cock in you would be a difficult feat.

"i'm worried about you, princess. i'm not sure if you can take it," jake teased as he slowly let his fingers glide up and down your soaking entrance which caused goosebumps to form all over your body.

"i can," you rebutted, growing impatient, "let me show you."

you scooted closer to jake and began to toy with the waistband of his sweatpants, causing his breath to get caught in his throat due to the suddenness of your actions. slowly, you pulled both his sweats and boxers down to reveal his throbbing cock. you couldn't help but moan at the sight before taking it into your hand and spitting on his tip, feeling the weight of it against your palm.

"fuck," jake breathed out with a deep groan, admiring you as you lowered your head down to his cock before finally connecting your tongue to it. jake tangled his fingers in your hair as you sucked on his sensitive tip, eventually letting more of his cock slide down your throat.

unexpectedly, jake motioned for you to sit back.

"i need to fuck you right know, baby; you have no idea."

you slowly leaned closer to jake before kissing him passionately.

"show me then."

at that, jake had you positioned on your back, readying you to take him.

butterflies erupted in your stomach as you watched jake line his tip up to your entrance before grabbing your hand. you nodded at him as a signal that you were ready.

jake ever so gently let his tip pass through your entrance, not being able to stop himself from letting out a groan at the sensation of finally feeling your tight walls squeeze around his cock. you were surprised at how quickly the soreness turned to pleasure although he was barely halfway inside you, beginning to moan at the feeling alongside him.

"does it feel good, jake?" you asked him shyly.

"so fucking good, princess," he responded before leaving a kiss on your neck.

before you knew it, jake bottomed out, his tip finding a resting place at your sweet spot which caused you to let out a whimper as you squeezed his hand.

his movements were painfully slow at first due to him not wanting to hurt you, but that only caused your desire to burn deeper.

"jake, i need more," you managed to whimper out between his thrusts.

"yeah? turn around then, princess," jake smirked, "fuck, i've been waiting for this." he couldn't help but suck in a breath once you turned around for him, your pretty ass on display for him and only him.

he left a harsh spank on your ass before gently sliding his cock back inside you, earning a moan from you. your eyes rolled back at almost every single on of jake's thrusts, almost rendering you silent at times as your brain and body struggled to process the copious amount of pleasure jake provided.

jake kept a tight grip on your hips as he thrusted deep inside you, feeding off your pleas for him to keep going though he was unsure of how much longer he'd last. your walls held onto every inch of his cock, desperately squeezing him with every movement no matter the velocity,

the feeling of finally having him inside you was euphoric to both yourself and him as you both kept a tight hold on whichever one of each other's body parts either of you could manage to grab a hold of.

it didn't take long for jake to feel a familiar sensation. that familiar sensation. the one he'd only ever been able to feel against his fingers until this very moment.

"can't hold on any longer, hm?" jake panted out as he used his strength to lift your upper body toward his, your back now flush against his toned chest, "do it, then. cum for me, princess." his words almost demanding and stern, or what you'd simply call hot if you weren't so dazed from his cock to the point that he has you thinking in shakespearean.

at that, you finally let the coil that was slowly building itself up in your core let itself loose.

the feeling of your arousal coating his length sent his mind into a frenzy, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. his strokes became sloppier as you ravished in his comforting yet arousing touch.

you didn't care that you could already feel your cunt becoming sore; you wanted more and jake was more than happy to please you to your absolute limit. that being said, you let him pound your pussy until he reached his climax. the two of you moaned in sync as a mix of his seed and your warm arousal wept from between your legs.

jake gently lowered your body back down onto the bed as he sexily brushed his hair back with his veiny hand. his unintentional sex-appeal drove you insane even immediately after you just let him fuck you silly - it almost gave you the confidence to ask for a second round if you were being completely honest, but alas, you were already sore enough and didn't want to push your luck.

"thank god we finally did that," jake looked up to the ceiling before turning over to give you a kiss, "i hope you're ready to do it even more because i'm afraid i can't get enough of you, baby."

"so does that mean..."

"round two?"

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a/n: I AM NOT AFRAID OF MONSTER COCK JAKE TRUTHING ‼️‼️

taglist: @axartia @jjhmk @valiantwastelanddelusion @jayroseyy @ayohahaha @asaheyow @lhsng @bunhoons @red-xherry @duolingofanaccount @leeis @jaeyunology @green-orangeade @imbaeksbae @sunghoonmybeloved @sh1mja4yun @leeheeheeseung @shjsnjkj

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[candy69gurl]

MISSING MOM? NAH

PAIRING Step dad!Gojo Satoru x fem!reader, Step dad!Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader, Step dad!Nanami Kento x fem!reader, Step dad!Geto Suguru x fem!reader, Step dad!Sukuna x fem!reader, Step dad!Shiu Kong x fem!reader, Step dad!Hiromi Higuruma x fem!reader, Step dad!Kamo Choso x fem!reader [seperate]

SYNOPSIS You've been missing your mum on Mother's Day, but stepdad is here to help you feel better. So he offers you his titties to suck on some consolation

WARNING stepcest, pre-established relationship, comfort, m!nipple sucking biting pinching, m!cumming in pants tits & hands, f!nipple playing and sucking, dry humping, handjob, reader asking for milk (Heian Sukuna lol), m!masturbation, m!overstimulation

NOTE this one's requested by my dear @imhellakawai.. We're just girls (with daddy issues) ... I laughed a lot while writing this.. Some people may find the contents unpleasant. Simply block and move on; please do not make disparaging remarks about me or report my post; if you do, prepare to get trolled by my moots. Please read the warnings and do not do this at home (duh).

◈ SATORU GOJO

Gojo enters the house. He's just returned from a mission. A mission on Mother's Day, of all days, had been a particularly cruel twist of fate. But it's not the praise or adrenaline that he's met with. Instead, the sound of sobbing fills the room as you pounce on him, your cries tearing at his heart..

"Hey, hey, baby," he says softly, kneeling in front of you. He gathers you into his arms, hugging you close. "It's okay, I'm here now."

You cling to him, the sadness and longing for your mother clear in your voice. "I miss mommmmmmmmm, pls daddy .. I need mommy," you wail, your body shaking with sobs.

He picks you up, cradling you in his arms as he blindly stumbles through the house, murmuring comforting words. "I know, I know, baby. It's tough without her. But I'm here for you, okay? I'll always be here for you."

Once he reaches your room, he closes the door behind him, enveloping you both in privacy and quiet. He lays you gently down onto your bed, following after you to sit beside you.

His hand reaches out, his thumb brushing gently across your cheek, wiping away the tears that continue to slip down. "You don't have to be sad," he says, his voice thick with emotion. "You have me. I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

Knowing that he can't replace your mother, Gojo draws strength from the idea that he can be there for you in his own way. He can't change the past, but he can make the present and future as comforting as possible.

Gojo scoots over next to you on the bed, gently laying you down. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his body, feeling your warmth and softness against him.

His heart aches for you, knowing how much you miss your mother. He kisses the top of your head, whispering softly, "I'll take you to your favorite restaurant tomorrow, promise baby. I'll spend the whole day with you. We'll go to the park, maybe take a walk through the city, and have as much fun as we can."

His voice is soothing, his promise of tomorrow's happiness a balm for your wounded heart. You start to relax in his arms, the weight of your sorrow lightening as he whispers sweet things in your ear.

"Sleep now, baby," he says, his hand gently stroking your hair. "I'll be right here."

Gojo drifts off to sleep, exhausted from his mission and the emotional weight of the day. He's still wearing his uniform, which now seems to serve as a barrier between him and the comfort of sleep.

In the middle of the night, your eyes flutter open, your sleep disturbed by the sight of Gojo, still and serene, his features soft in slumber. A pang of love and tenderness fills you, making you want to make sure he's as comfortable as possible.

Quietly, you reach out, your fingers working at the buttons of his uniform, unfastening it bit by bit. You're careful not to disturb him, your movements gentle and calculated. Once you've freed him from the confines of the uniform, leaving him in just his shirt and trousers.

You nestle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in deep, the scent of him enveloping you. Your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, resting on his skin. They travel up his neck, then down to his chest, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles.

The sensation of his skin under your touch ignites something within you, a desire to explore, to connect. You unbutton his shirt, revealing his firm chest. You glance up at him, gauging his sleep. He's still deeply unconscious.

With a newfound bravery, you lean forward, your tongue darting out to trace the curve of one of his nipples. The sensation is electric, a shiver running down your spine. You close your lips around it, sucking gently, your tongue teasing it.

His hand comes up, wrapping around the back of your head, pulling you closer. His fingers thread through your hair, a soft moan escaping his lips. His other hand slides down your back, gripping your hip firmly.

Gojo's reaction spurs you on, your mouth traveling between his nipples, your tongue playing with them. You're lost in the sensations, the taste of him, the warmth of his skin. You're learning, but more than that, you're basking in the intimacy of the moment.

Gojo suddenly bursts into laughter, the sound filling the room. "Baby, what are you trying to do?" he says, the amusement in his voice apparent.

You pull back, flustered, your cheeks turning red with embarrassment. You realize he's awake now, and you hadn't even noticed. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." Your voice trails off, unsure how to explain your actions.

Gojo's expression softens, his hand cupping the back of your head. "Baby, you've been missing mommy so bad that sucking on daddy's nipples is making you feel better?" He doesn't scold you for what you've done, for taking matters into your own hands. Instead, he pulls you back against his chest, his tone gentler now.

"Go on," he murmurs, his fingers tangling in your hair. "I'm liking it." He presses your face against his chest, encouraging you to continue. The approval in his voice, the warmth of his body, it calms the storm within you, reassuring you that you're not in trouble, that he's happy to share this intimate moment with you.

You resume your actions, your lips and tongue worshiping Gojo's nipples. Your eyes remain locked on his face, watching in the dim light as his cheeks flush with color, his pink petite nipples hardening beneath your touch. Your gaze drops, noticing his bulge against his pants, the outline of his erection straining against the fabric.

As your mouth works on his nipples, his hands reach down, rubbing at himself through his pants. You notice the way he's whimpering, twitching under your ministrations. You seize the moment, pushing him onto his back before climbing on top of him. Your hips grind against his hardening member, your mouth still busy on his nipple.

Gojo whimpers, trying to tell you to slow down, but you take it as encouragement, sucking even harder. Your tongue flicks over his nipple, and you gently nibble at it. You switch to the other nipple, repeating the motions, teasing him.

He tries to pry you off with his hands, gripping your hair gently, but you're determined, not letting him stop you. You pinch both nipples, twisting them between your fingers. Gojo arches his back, cumming through his pants, the evidence dampening the fabric.

Gojo gasps, his eyes wide, "Oh my, what a bad girl you are." Despite the teasing tone, there's an underlying sense of pride, of admiration, in his voice.

You purr, satisfied with the reaction you've elicited. You scoot closer to him, pressing kisses to his cheeks before snuggling into his arms. The warmth of his body envelops you, the rhythm of his breaths lulling you into a peaceful slumber. This time, you sleep soundly in his embrace, the ache in your heart starting to fade away.

◈ TOJI FUSHIGURO

The day stretches on, your sadness a tangible weight. Mother's Day is a cruel reminder of the loss that haunts you, the constant ache palpable as you sit on the couch, your phone providing a window to the world of mother-daughter relationships.

Toji notices your distress, the wetness on your cheeks and the tremble in your shoulders, but he remains silent, giving you space while he goes about his own business. It isn't until you let out a soft whimper that he can't bear your pain any longer.

"Come on ya, don't be a cry-baby now," he says gently, his voice a gentle reprimand. "You're much older." His tone is laced with affection, the concern evident in his eyes.

You cover your face with your arms, the humiliation of being seen in such a vulnerable state bubbling up inside you. "I'm sorry," you mumble, trying to hide your shame.

Toji approaches, his large frame casting a shadow over you as he sits down next to you. He slides an arm under your neck, pulling you onto his thighs, your head resting on his lap. His hand starts to work its way through your hair, a comforting and gentle gesture.

"It's okay," he reassures you, his thumb stroking your temple. "It's normal to miss her. I miss her too." His words are a balm, his touch soothing as you allow yourself to be consoled, the weight of the day slowly lifting.

Toji gently removes your hands from your face, taking the opportunity to wipe away the tears that cling to your eyes. His gaze is filled with compassion, the understanding in his eyes a testament to his own grief.

Without warning, you pull his head towards you, your lips capturing his in a tender kiss. Toji is caught off guard at first, but he returns the gesture, the comfort of human connection a balm for your sorrow.

You move from kissing his lips to the scar near his lips, your lips lingering on the familiar mark. When your sobbing subsides, you pull away from him, the desire for retribution sparking within you.

"You called me a cry-baby!" you retort, your voice tinged with indignation. In a sudden burst of energy, you pounce on Toji, straddling him on the couch. Your hands reach for his sides, your fingers dancing in a feeble attempt to tickle him.

Toji smirks, his hands wrapped around your waist, thwarting your efforts to tickle him. "It's true, you are a baby," he teases, the mocking light in his eyes intensifying.

Determined to make him pay for his mockery, you shift your focus to his chest, your teeth finding purchase on his nipple through his black tshirt. The action is bold, the bite hard enough to leave a mark.

Surprisingly, instead of the expected yelp, Toji lets out a low moan, the sound hanging in the air between you. The unexpected reaction leaves both of you momentarily stunned, the implications of your actions heavy in the room.

Toji releases his grip on you, clearing his throat awkwardly. You look at him, confusion clouding your expression, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.

With a swift motion, you raise his tshirt, exposing his chest, and immediately set about sucking on his nipples. His eyes widen, his composure slipping a little at the sudden, intense attention you're lavishing on him.

Despite his attempts at restraint, Toji's arousal is evident, his erection straining against the confines of his pants. The way you tease him, alternating between sucking and licking his nipples, is tantalizing, making it increasingly difficult for him to ignore your advances.

Then, without warning, you take it a step further. Your teeth bite down on his nipple, following it up with a painful pinch. The resulting sound that escapes Toji's lips is a mixture of pain and pleasure.

The line between what's acceptable and inappropriate has been crossed, and Toji can no longer hold back. His hands grab you, forcefully pulling you off his chest and forcing you onto your back. Without hesitation, he lifts your shirt, exposing your sensitive breasts.

"Quit, brat. Now it's time for payback," he growls, his voice laced with a mix of dominance and desire. His mouth descends on your nipple, his tongue flicking against the hardened nub while his hand reaches for his pants, freeing his erection.

He strokes himself leisurely, his gaze never leaving your flushed face as he continues to suck on your nipples.

You moan softly, the sensations coursing through you leaving you breathless. You attempt to pull him away, but Toji remains resolute, his mouth firmly latched onto your nipple.

As his hand works his cock in tandem with his mouth on your chest, the tension between you builds. Your moans grow more desperate, the pleasure-pain of his actions leaving you both bewildered and intoxicated.

Finally, the dam breaks. Toji lets out a shuddered groan, his seed spilling onto your chest. The warmth coats your skin, the result of your actions etched on your body.

He releases hsi grip on your body, his breathing heavy, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of satisfaction and awe. The intimacy of the act is undeniable, the world beyond the confines of the room fading into insignificance.

You stare at the mess he's left on your tits, the implications of your actions sinking in. The dynamic between the two of you has shifted, the boundaries you've pushed a testament to the newfound uncharted territory you now occupy.

You sigh heavily, the weight of your grief bearing down on you once more. "Ghhh, I miss mom," you say again, your voice tinged with bitterness.

Toji lets out a frustrated sound, his hand coming up to slap his forehead. "For the love of God, shut up," he groans, his tone laced with exasperation.

◈ NANAMI KENTO

You tiptoe into Nanami's room, your eyes red and puffy from crying. He looks up from his book, concern etched on his face, as he notices your state. He sets the book aside, rushing to your side. Nanami kneels before you, placing a hand on your knee, "Honey, sweetheart, why are you crying?"

Your voice shaky, you tell him. "Today's Mother's Day, and I miss mom." Tears stream down your cheeks once more, the pain of missing your mother overwhelming you.

Nanami's eyes soften, and he feels a pang of sadness for your loss. "Come here, sweetheart. Tonight, you're sleeping with me. We can cuddle the pain away." He helps you up, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.

You cling to him, grateful for the comfort he offers. Nanami leads you to the bed, gently laying you down. He adjusts the covers, tucking you in before climbing in beside you. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you against his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and comforted by his presence.

Nanami begins to hum a soft tune, caressing your hair gently. The rhythmic motion lulls you into a sense of calm, your sobs subsiding. You nuzzle closer, enjoying the warmth and security his embrace provides. As the night wears on, his reassuring touch and the sound of his heartbeat slowly lull you to sleep, your heart heavy, but not quite as broken.

Feeling safe and snuggled against Nanami, you begin to drift off to sleep. Your eyes flutter closed, but something catches your attention. As you lay against Nanami's chest, you notice that his shirt buttons are ajar, and his nipples are exposed.

A shiver runs down your spine as your mind wanders what if I- and without a moment's hesitation, you lunge forward, getting on top of him. You wrap your lips around one of his nipples, sucking gently. Your tongue flicks against it, and a soft moan escapes your lips.

Nanami's grip on you tightens, momentarily stunned by your sudden, bold action. His brow furrows, but he allows you to continue for a few moments before whispering, "Do you miss mommy this bad?"

You pause, unsure of how to respond, but the wanton desire you feel doesn't abate. You nuzzle against him, smiling into his chest before continuing your play with his nipple.

Nanami's hands travel to your hair, gripping it tightly as he lets out an involuntary moan. "Gosh… stop now, tis' too much," he commands, his voice thick with desire.

You ignore his plea, unbuttoning more of his shirt to expose the other nipple. You switch to that one, sucking it hungrily as Nanami's moans grow louder. His breathing quickens, and you can feel the need building in him.

"Sweetheart, I c-can't anymore," he begs, the desperation in his voice unmistakable. You look up at his face, smiling devilishly as you see the strain in his pants. You realize he's on the verge of losing control, and he frees his cock, stroking it gently as you continue to suck his nipple.

Nanami's moans grow louder, and his breathing becomes more erratic. You can feel the tension in his body, and he finally cums, moaning as he strokes himself. You continue sucking even after his orgasm subsides, enjoying the reactions you've elicited.

Nanami pries you off this time, his hands firmly but gently removing your mouth from his nipple. "What the hell were you doing?" he asks, a mixture of amusement, surprise, and arousal in his voice. You look up at him, your eyes full of childish innocence, before planting a kiss on his nose.

You giggle, snuggling close to him once more, your arms wrapping around him. You drift off to sleep, nestled against his body, content in the afterglow of invasion of his nipples.

◈ GETO SUGURU

The day's significance weighs heavy on your heart, a constant reminder of the void left by your mother's absence. You resist the urge to break down in tears, not wanting to burden Suguru with your sorrows.

Yet, as the day progresses, the weight of your emotions becomes too much to bear. Suguru notices the change in your demeanor, his keen senses picking up on your distress.

Confronting you, he demands an explanation for your unsettled state, refusing to be brushed off. You hesitate, unsure of how he'll react. But in the end, the yearning to share your feelings with someone overwhelms your fear.

Your voice wavers as you confess your longing for your mother. The confession hangs heavily between you, the vulnerability on display a stark contrast to the usual power dynamic.

To your surprise, Suguru doesn't scoff or mock you. Instead, his laughter is tinged with sympathy, a rare display of emotion from him.

"It's alright, Y/N," he says, gently guiding you into his embrace. "I know what it's like to miss someone. Even sorcerers lose their loved ones."

His arms wrap around you, comforting you in a way that is both unexpected and welcome. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart meld with the rhythm of your own, creating a temporary haven from the world.

The tears you've been holding back finally spill over, the weight of your sorrows lightening with each drop. In this moment, your monkey status ceases to matter, and you're simply the non-sorcerer girl he loves the most.

As tears stream down your face, your fingers tighten around his gojogesa. When you finally glance up, you're met with Geto's unexpectedly kind gaze. "You know.. I'm a bit like your mother too, don't you think?" he gently suggests. You shake your head, unable to comprehend. He then adopts a playful pout, asking, "Why do you need your mother when you have me?"

You wipe your tears, your fingers leaving damp trails across your face. Caught off guard by the kindness in Suguru's eyes, you hesitate before responding.

Your thoughts whirl, searching for an answer to his question. "I don't know," you admit, your voice small and unsure. "It's just..." Your words trail off, unable to articulate the feelings that bind you to your mother.

Suguru pouts, a childish expression that softens the severity of his features. His gaze remains fixed on you, waiting for you to continue.

Your gaze lingers on his chest, drawn to the unseen nipples beneath the fabric. You swallow, a faint blush creeping up your neck. Your eyes focusing on the area you've found out, your curiosity piqued by the hardened nubs nestled beneath his clothing. Swallowing hard, you gather your courage and ask, "Can I touch these?"

He chuckles, the sound pleasant in your ears. Suguru unties the sash of his gojogesa, letting it fall open to reveal his bare chest. "Go ahead," he encourages, his voice low and commanding.

At first, you hesitate, the proximity to his skin making you feel self-conscious. Slowly, you reach out, your fingers trembling as they brush against his nipples. The sensitivity of the flesh causes his body to shudder.

Encouraged by his reaction, you apply gentle pressure, watching as his nipples react to your touch. They harden further, a stark contrast against his smooth skin.

Suguru's eyes close, the pleasure evident in the soft moan that escapes his lips. His chest rises and falls with every breath, the intimacy of the moment overwhelming.

Your curiosity leads you to act without thinking, your lips capturing one of his nipples. The sudden warmth and wetness surprise Suguru, his hand instinctively moving to caress your hair.

He holds back a surprised laugh, allowing you to continue. As you suck gently, his breathing deepens, his body reacting to the unanticipated stimuli. The sensation of your mouth against his nipple proves to be more sensitive than he'd imagined, and he can feel the stirrings of arousal in his loins.

His cock starts to swell, the fabric of his clothes straining to contain it. The hardening flesh presses against your thigh, a testament to your newfound skill.

Suguru's hold on your hair tightens, the pleasure coursing through his body making it difficult to form coherent thoughts.

The sensation of his erection sends a thrill up your spine, causing you to giggle sheepishly. Suguru returns your laughter with a smirk, his eyes heavy with desire. With quick movements, he pulls your top off, revealing your own breasts.

His large hands cup your breasts, fingers tracing circles around your nipples. You squirm under his touch, attempting to dislodge his hands. But his grip is firm, refusing to let go.

"Why did you stop?" he asks, his voice low and commanding, tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Don't you want to feel what I am feeling?"

The question piques your curiosity, and you press your mouth back onto his nipple. As you suckle, Suguru mirrors your actions, dragging his fingers across the other nipple. They continue to toy with your hardening nubs, the sensations building with each stroke.

The rhythmic and insistent play continues, both of you immersed in the dance of pleasure. The intensity escalates, culminating in a sharp intake of breath from Suguru as he reaches his climax.

His fingers tighten around your nipples pulling and pinching them, his seed spilling onto his clothes. The sudden combination of pleasure and pain from his grip makes you nibble on his nipple, the dual sensations intoxicating.

As the waves of ecstasy subside, both of you pull back, panting from the intensity of the encounter.

Bashful, you hide your face in his chest, the intimacy of the situation leaving you flushed and breathless. Suguru's fingers trail along your spine, a gentle caress that soothes your nerves.

In the moment of quiet, he asks, "Do you still miss your mom?"

Your voice is soft, tinged with a hint of sincerity as you respond, "N-no... not that much. Not when you're around."

A gentle chuckle emanates from his chest, and you can't help but join in. The shared laughter is a moment of vulnerability, healing the longing you have for your mother.

◈ RYOMEN SUKUNA

Today is Mother's Day, and the emptiness of missing your mother looms over you like a dark cloud. You feel lost, and the void inside your heart seems to stretch and grow, making you lash out in frustration. Uraume tries to comfort you, but it's no use. You're consumed by your sadness, and you begin to yell and scream, throwing a tantrum.

"WHERE IS DAD!" you cry out, your voice raw with emotion. Uraume, sensing your distress, tries to follow you, their small hands reaching out to you as if to calm you down. But you're too lost in your grief, and you keep running, your feet carrying you further and further away from the comfort of the temple.

You don't notice where you're going, your emotions driving you forward. Suddenly, you collide with a solid surface, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of you. As you regain your breath, you look up to find Sukuna squinting down at you, his expression unreadable.

"What did I tell you about screaming?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous. His four arms fold across his chest, and his eyes bore into yours, waiting for an explanation.

You frown, tears streaming down your face, "D-dad," you start slowly, your voice cracking. "I want my mom too, Uraume can't be my mom, I need my real mom. I'm so, so lonely." Your words come out in a rush, the weight of your emotions too heavy to bear alone.

Uraume sighs heavily as they approach Sukuna, their small hands fidgeting with their robes. "Lord Sukuna, she has been throwing her tantrums the whole day. I am tired now... you have to take care of her now," Uraume complains, their voice heavy with exhaustion.

Sukuna nods, his eyes never leaving you. He reaches down, his four arms wrapping around you, easily lifting you from your feet. You continue to throw your tantrums, hitting his back as hard as you can with your fists, but he remains stoic, unperturbed by your outburst.

As he carries you to his room, your sobs slowly die down, replaced by heavy, shaky breaths. Once inside, he gently sets you down on the bed, his eyes never leaving you.

"Listen, brat," he begins, his voice stern but laced with a hint of concern. "You don't get to throw tantrums just because you're my child."

But before he can finish, your emotions get the better of you again, and hot tears spill over your cheeks, tracking down your face. You bury your face against his chest, your body shaking with each sob.

Sukuna's eyes soften, and he kneels down beside the bed, allowing you to hide against his hard, muscular form. "Now now, don't cry, brat. I'm not scolding you. I'm just trying to-"

But his words are cut off as you suddenly latch onto one of his nipples, your lips wrapping around it, sucking it into your mouth. You cling to him, your grip tenacious.

Sukuna watches you for a moment, a mixture of surprise and amusement flashing across his features. His hand reaches up to gently stroke your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as you continue to suckle on his nipple.

"Ah, that feels nice, brat," he says, his voice a low rumble. He pulls back slightly, giving you better access to his chest. "Do you want to suckle like this, little one?"

You nod, cheeks drying as you continue to suck on his nipple, your mouth warm and wet against his skin. Sukuna relaxes, settling onto the bed, and you nestle against him, your body finally still as you find comfort in this primitive act. In the dimly lit room, you hold on to Sukuna, his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your cheek. As you nurse on his nipple, the sadness that had gripped you earlier begins to lift, replaced by a sense of warmth and security.

As you cling to him, your body still, you finally muster up the courage to ask, your voice small and muffled against his chest. "Daddy, can you... can you milk?"

Sukuna can't help but let out a booming laugh at your request, the sound echoing through the room. "You're missing your mother so much, huh?" he chuckles, the sound soft and amused. "I'm not her, so I cannot milk.."

He leans down to kiss the top of your head, his lips warm against your skin. "Go back to sleep now. You'll feel better tomorrow. And I promise, I'm not leaving you."

He nestles you closer, his strong arms wrapping around you, and you snuggle into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body, the beat of his heart, and the safety of his presence. His voice is a soothing lullaby, and soon, your eyes grow heavy, your body drifting off to sleep.

Sukuna's other arms wrap around you, his fingers gently massaging your back. "There, there," he coos, his deep voice soothing you further. "You're safe with me, little one."

The night stretches on, and you continue to suckle, slowly drifting off to sleep, your body lulled by the rhythm of his heartbeat and the comfort of his touch. For now, the emptiness of missing your mother fades into the background, replaced by the love and protection of Sukuna.

◈ SHIU KONG

The day drags on, your spirits dampened by the weight of your sadness. Today, of all days, feels like a cruel reminder of your loss. The celebration of motherhood is a painful sting, a wound that's reopened by the simple act of remembering.

Shiu senses the shift in your demeanour, his eyes sympathetic as he joins you on the couch, throwing his half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray. You're lost in your thoughts, staring blankly at the TV screen, when he speaks, breaking the silence. "It's a tough day, isn't it?" His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to the usual tone of authority.

You nod, your eyes brimming with unshed tears as you clutch a pillow close to your chest. "I miss her," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. The pain of losing your mother is a constant companion, one that fades with time but never truly disappears.

Shiu's response is immediate, his arms wrapping around you once more, pulling you onto his lap. His hand strokes your hair, an attempt to soothe the ruffled feathers of your heart. His kisses dot your forehead, a tender display of affection.

"I love you," he says, his voice soft and sincere. The words carry a depth of emotion, a promise that despite the circumstances, you are not alone. "Baby, I can do your mom and dad both, okay? Come on, what will make you feel better?"

Your gaze falls on his chest, his nipples pressing against his shirt, the sight momentarily distracting you from your sorrow.

Your hand hesitates, hovering over his chest for a moment before rising, your fingers tentatively brushing against his nipples. Shiu's eyes follow your movement, a hint of confusion coloring his expression.

The words tumble out, pleading and vulnerable, "Can I… will you let… me suck on them, please?" The request is unexpected, a confession of a secret desire, born from a place of grief and yearning.

Shiu's eyes widen, a perplexed expression crossing his features. However, he recovers quickly, nodding as he sits up, pulling his shirt over his head. His chest is revealed, smooth and toned, his nipples a darker hue against the pale skin. "Alright, go ahead. If that will make you miss your mom less."

His words linger in the air, the consent given, the door now open to your desire.

Your heart races as you lean forward, your lips parting as they close over one of the hard nubs. Your tongue flicks out, teasing the sensitive tip, the sensation of skin against your mouth unlike anything you've experienced before.

The taste of him, faint and slightly salty, is a shock to your senses, your mind hazy with the exploration of new territory. As you focus on the task, the ache of missing your mother begins to fade, replaced by a newfound sensation of comfort and intimacy.

The act is strange and all-consuming, your fingers tangled in the fabric of Shiu's pants, the sensation of your lips and tongue on his nipple sending shivers down his spine. His breath hitches, the unexpected turn of events stirring something within him.

His hand rests on your head, gently guiding you as you explore, the touch a mixture of reassuring and possessive. Shiu's body tenses, the involuntary reaction to the sensation you're providing.

The room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you, connected by the intimate act, the chasm of your loss temporarily bridged by the strange comfort found in the act.

His voice comes out gruff, a mixture of embarrassment and awe in his tone. The admission is unexpected, revealing a side to him you've never seen.

You watch him, unblinking, sensing the shift in his demeanor. The layers of authority and strictness seem to falter for a moment, replaced by vulnerability.

"It's okay," he reassures you, his hand caressing your head gently once more. "It's just, you're awakening feelings I haven't felt in a long time." The confession is startling, the admission opening a door to a world previously unexplored.

The implications of his words swirl in your mind, the weight of the admission leaving you feeling a little shaky. The intimacy between the two of you deepens, the shared secret a bond unlike any other.

You continue your exploration, the newfound knowledge fueling your curiosity, the two of you falling further into the abyss of your connection.

As you continue your sensual ministrations, you become aware of Shiu's attempts to thrust his hips against you, a silent plea for more. Your curiosity piqued, you release his nipple from your mouth, your hands deftly navigating the path to his growing erection.

The feel of his hardness in your hand is electrifying, your fingers curling around the base, your thumb stroking the sensitive head. Your lips return to his nipple as your hand works in tandem, the dual stimulation driving him wild.

His breath hitches, his body arching into your touch, the restraint he's been exerting slipping. Shiu's whimpers fill the room, his need for release palpable. His fingers bury themselves in your hair, clinging to you as you drive him closer to the edge.

Finally, it happens. His body shudders, his hips bucking into your hand as he comes, the warmth of his seed coating your skin. A wave of relief washes over him, his grip loosening as he slumps back into the couch.

You release his nipple, your lips wet from your actions, your hand cradling his spent length. The intimacy of the act hangs heavy in the air, the boundaries you've crossed looming in the aftermath.

The scene is one of vulnerability, a shared secret now binding the two of you in a way that was previously unimaginable. The intensity of the moment is palpable, a new world opened by your exploration, your actions irrevocably changing the dynamic between you and Shiu.

◈ HIGURUMA HIROMI

You're sitting in your room, the dim light of dusk seeping through the curtains, painting shadows on the walls. Today, Mother's Day, should be brimming with warmth and love, but instead, it feels hollow and icy.

To compound matters, Hiromi, your stepfather, who should be offering solace, is absent too, absorbed in his work as usual. You know he's out there, tackling cases, serving justice to others, but in doing so, he's left you here, isolated, submerged in sadness. While a part of you comprehends his dedication to his job, right now, all you can feel is fury and bitterness.

You want to unleash your frustration on him, to question why he's not by your side, why he's prioritizing work over family on such an important day. But instead, you find yourself curled up on your bed, tears streaming down your face, the pain in your heart escalating with each passing second.

Hiromi returns home, greeted by an eerie silence. Something about it unsettles him, and he makes his way to your room, curiosity piqued. The moment he opens the door, he hears your quiet sobs, and his steps falter.

"Y/N?" he calls softly, his heart beginning to race.

You're curled up on your bed, tears streaming down your face, your posture tense with anger and sadness. Hiromi hurriedly rushes over and wraps his arms around you, lifting you gently from the bed in a warm embrace.

Your tiny hands attempt to push him away, your voice trembling with emotion.. "Put me downn! Leave me alone!"

Hiromi sets you back on your feet, but he doesn't move away. He waits, giving you space to compose yourself. "Why, baby?" he asks gently. "Why are you crying?"

You glare at him, wiping your nose roughly with the back of your hand. "Tis' mother's day, and you were not here for me." The words come out harshly, your tone betraying the vulnerability beneath. "It's not fair. No one ever thinks about me."

Hiromi's heart aches as he listens to your accusations. He reaches for you, gently pulling you close once more. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely, his voice a soft murmur against your hair. "I should have been here with you."

You tense up at his touch, unsure whether to lean into him or resist. He waits patiently, giving you time to process your emotions. "I know today is a difficult day," Hiromi continues, his arms still wrapped around you. "But I'm here now. Let me make it up to you."

Hiromi takes off his suit and crawls into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you lay on your side. "I'm really sorry for not being here for you today. I promise to make it up to you from now on."

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple. His lips trail down your neck, and he inhales deeply, taking in your scent. His words are a soothing whisper against your skin.

"I love you, and I'm always here for you, even when I'm not. You're my little girl, and I want to protect and care for you, always."

As he continues to shower you in affection, your anger starts to dissipate, replaced by a warmth in your chest. An idea forms in your mind, one that surprises even you. "Can I suck them, Daddy?" You point to Hiromi's nipples, catching him off guard.

His eyes widen, but there's a flicker of curiosity and desire in them. "I should take a shower before," he says, attempting to brush off your request.

Without giving him time to change his mind, you're already leaning forward, unbottoning his shirt, your tongue already tracing circles around one of his nipples. He's caught off guard by your boldness, but it's clear he's enjoying the sensation.

Hiromi's hand threads through your hair, fingers sifting through the soft strands as you lavish attention on his nipple. "Mmm, Y/N..," he breathes out, his voice thick with pleasure. "S-shit" His other hand slides down your back, his fingers kneading your flesh and pressing you closer to him. You smile against his skin, feeling in control for once.

As you continue to lavish attention on his nipple, you can't help but feel a jolt of satisfaction from the way he arches into your touch. His chest rises and falls with heavier breaths, signs of arousal that spur you on.

Hiromi's hand tightens in your hair, his grip firm yet gentle. "Is this my punishment?," he whispers, his tone laced with playful admonishment. "But I can't deny I enjoy this."

Determined to make him suffer your playful punishment, you suck harder on Hiromi's nipple, nibbling on it gently. His moan fills the room, and you can't help but smirk against his skin.

"Fine, fine," he gasps, his voice thick with desire. "You win. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll take a day off just to spend it with you."

A triumphant smile spreads across your face as you pull away from his chest. Hiromi's admission of defeat is all the reward you need. "I'll be back after taking a shower," he tells you, his voice a sultry rumble.

Pouting, you lay back down on the bed, your mind already racing with ideas for the day he's promised you. You can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the thought of spending an entire day with your stepdad.

As Hiromi heads to the shower, his thoughts aren't as chaste as they should be. The way you'd worshipped his nipple, sucking and nibbling, has left him aroused. He tries to quell his erection, his hand wrapping tightly around his cock.

His other hand moves to his nipples, lightly pinching them as he strokes himself. The shower's warm spray hits him, and Hiromi lets out a ragged sigh, giving into the pleasure as he continues to stroke himself, each motion a reenactment of the sensations you'd provided. He moans, his hips bucking slightly as he paints the shower tiles with his release.

Once he's cleaned up, Hiromi steps out of the shower, a satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He finds you sleeping peacefully in bed, a sight that fills him with affection.

Carefully, he dresses, then crawls into bed. Wrapping his arms around you, Hiromi rests his chin on top of your head, breathing in your scent. His body is lulled into a deep slumber by the soft rise and fall of your chest against his.

The thought of leaving you again is no longer an option. The memory of your playful punishment lingers, a reminder of how much it meant to you to have his undivided attention. Hiromi vows to make the most of the day he's promised you, never daring to leave you alone again on such a precious day.

◈ CHOSO KAMO

Choso was in the middle of his usual routine when he heard your soft sobs. He drops everything and rushes to you, finding you in tears. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, wrapping his arms around you.

You tell him that it's Mother's Day today and that you miss your mother. He feels your pain, and his heart aches for you. "You miss your mom, huh?"

He cradles you close, cooing softly as you cry into his chest. "It's okay to miss her. I do too, you know. She was a great woman." Choso strokes your hair, trying to calm your sobs. "She'd want us to be happy and continue living our lives." Even his eyes well up with tears, but he holds them back.

When you finally stop crying, Choso leads you to your room, a comforting smile on his face. "Alright, sleep baby. It's night time, and you need to rest."

He turns to leave, but you stop him with your request, "P-please stay with me tonight".

Choso's eyes soften as he understands your need for comfort. "Of course. I'll stay with you tonight, little one."

He lies down beside you, making sure you're tucked in and comfortable. He wraps an arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, giving you the feeling of security. "Go to sleep. Daddy's right here," he whispers, closing his eyes to keep vigil over you while you drift off to dreamless slumber. He's never felt so protective and nurturing towards another person, but he's always willing to do it for your sake.

Afte a while, you turn to face Choso, seeing him awake as well. He notices your distress and gently caresses your head. "Not sleeping yet?" His voice is soft and comforting, trying to reassure you.

You shake your head, admitting that you can't fall asleep. Choso cups your face, looking you straight in the eye. "Come on, baby. You don't need anybody else when I'm here. You're safe, and I'll always protect you." He tries to sing softly, but it's more of a hum. Your laughter at his attempt to serenade you makes Choso blush, and you kiss him on the cheek, your hands roaming his chest.

The thin fabric of his shirt reveals hardened nipples, and you can't help but notice. "They're hardening," you whisper, your fingers brushing over them. Choso's eyes widen, unsure of what you're referring to. "What?"

You grin at his confusion, leaning in closer. "Your nipples." With that, you take one into your mouth, sucking gently through his thin shirt. Choso gasps, the unexpected sensation sending shivers down his spine. "Y/N..." he murmurs, unsure of how to react. He's never experienced anything like this before, and your intrusive thoughts have led to a new discovery between the two of you. Choso's body is reacting in ways he doesn't fully understand, but his protectiveness and care for you haven't wavered.

Choso's cock twitches as he lets out a soft moan, whimpering like a baby at the sensation. You're enticed by his reaction, pushing his top away to suck his nipple directly. He arches his back, a string of curses escaping his lips. "G-goddammit, fuck! Hngh!" His body tenses as he accidentally cums in his pants, panting heavily.

Surprised by his reaction, you straddle him and continue sucking his nipples, your hands stroking his slicky shaft, now free from his pants. Choso gasps, feeling a heightened sensitivity. "Baby, no more. I get it. You miss your mom. Now stop," he whimpers, his hands attempting to pull you off. His efforts are in vain.

You continue to play with his cum-covered cock and lick his neck, moving back to his nipples. Sucking them as if you're a milk pump, you enjoy the reaction you're getting from Choso. His body writhes underneath you, a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

He's never experienced anything like this, and the intense emotions he's feeling are growing. Despite his attempts to stop you, he's also enjoying your attention, the line between pain and pleasure blurred.

Choso's hips thrust against your hand as his fingers wraps around your head, urging you to suck his nipples harder. Your other hand pinches his other nipple, tease his earlobes. The sensory overload is too much, causing him to cum again, this time all over your hand.

You pull your mouth away, both of you breathing heavily. You giggle, feeling a sense of satisfaction from your actions. Choso looks at you, panting, as if you're a devilish baby. He can't help but laugh along with you, the tension breaking.

You both collapse into each other, exhausted and satisfied. The night air envelops you as you fall into a deep sleep, the events of the night unfolding a new connection between Choso and you. His protectiveness has blossomed into something deeper, subtly changing the dynamic between the two of you.

dividers from @/cafekitsune

[midnite-c6]

Omg so I just LOVED the fics that you wrote about thanos and namgyu soo I wanted to ask can you like write more fics about them in like threesome degrading tf out of us so much that we cannot even think of anything or maybe like a second part for timid!reader THAT ONE WAS AMAZING!!!! keep up w your work btw its really good 😭🙏🏻

help thank you😭😭 honestly i love writing abt them i jus.. meow...

thanos & nam-gyu imagine pt. 4!! 🤤

warnings: 18+ DARK content, drugging, dubcon (read at ur own riskk!!)

they both believe you can't fight for yourself since you're so quiet, so they do their best to keep you safe!! they're so kind despite their nature!! you think to urself..., and despite the way they used your body after the six legged race, you still stick with them since they helped you in mingle too!! honestly, thanos and nam-gyu would've thought you'd be getting away from them after that incident, so by you staying, they've confirmed they've got you right in their trap!!

thanos looks up from his food, his eyes lighting up when he sees you "señorita?" he tilts his head, "i don't have any other group to eat with.." you say, looking down at your feet, "nooo! i know what it is!" he nudges nam-gyu's shoulder, "you're here for more aren't you?" he says with that smirk again, dramatically gasping. "what..no.." you weren't like that, you swear! nam-gyu laughed "shit, she's just using our bodies, man!" you quickly shake your head "no!" nam-gyu tilts his head "when did you learn to say no?" thanos stands up, getting closer to you, "listen here, beautiful, we'll do whatever you want, sure.. you're the one in-charge." he smiled 'innocently', leaning in to whisper in your ear "c'mere after lights out, kay?"

nsfw below.. (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

"you really are a fucking whore." thanos quietly whispers into your ear as he slams in and out of you, your back pressed against his chest, your moans being muffled by his hand, it was a good thing thanos' bed was closer to the ground and that the players above him were already dead, but you know the other players could still hear the faint squeaking of his mattress. "of course you'd listen like a slut, coming here, infact, you were excited for this. hmm?" why DID you go there anyway? ..maybe it did feel good? but poor you! his thrusts weren't giving you any mercy at all.

"i bet.. you don't have any shame at all. you're quietness is just an act.." nam-gyu whispered aswell, with his body infront of you, his hands exploring every inch of your skin, painfully pinching your nipples and biting your neck as you rub your hand in and out of his cock. "you're practically begging for it." "n-n.." you couldn't speak back because of that purple-haired addict's hand!

"wait.. fuuuck, you're sucking me in like crazy, you're gonna cut my dick off, god." thanos whined, putting in two fingers inside your mouth, the taste of his fingers all over your tongue.

"y'knoww.. so fucking funny how she's volunteered to be our personal ..stress toy." nam-gyu's hand find it's way to thanos' necklace filled with ecstacy, he grabs a pill, his attention back on you "we truly thank you for that.. are you proud of your services, freak?" he says mockingly just to spite you, his other hand grabs thanos' hand muffling your mouth. "let go, dude." "she's gonna scream," "nah, nah, she won't. she doesn't wanna die does she?" you whined, shaking your head. "good, slut." nam-gyu smiled, taking the pill he had in his hand and putting it in his mouth. thanos' takes off his hand, his middle and ring finger covered in your saliva as he now places it on your clit, rubbing sloppily. and before you could make any noise, nam-gyu slams his mouth against yours, making you swallow the pill of ecstacy. his tongue tasting your mouth, swallowing each moan escaping your lips. nam-gyu pulls away from your mouth, forcing it to open just to spit inside.

with all the pleasure they were giving despite the mean words, you camee:( your legs were shaking like crazy! "hey! no fair, bitch! i didn't get to cum yet." thanos was frustrated, yet you whimpered in response, you didn't mean to cum!!. "but.. just means we'll be here for muuuuch longer, baby. ya' can't complain, you know you're a whore who can't live without us." thanos didn't lie, your cunt was throbbing and overstimulated by both of their cocks in and out of you. he also didn't lie about how you wouldn't be alive without them, it's true, they saved you anyway, guess you gotta thank them for keeping you safe. ♡

this is pretty long, im srry guyss!! only putting in what my mind is thinking of atm AHHAAH 3somes are so hard to write 😭😭😿🙏🏻

[chamomiletealeaf]

Thinking about big dicked Simon Riley who knows how big he is and loves to tease you about it.

It's always a hassle to get you ready for him, his tip and nearly a whole bottle of lube stretching you out for what seems like forever just to take him.

He's very patient and smug the whole time while you whine frustratedly wishing you could just ride him already.

"Aww it's ok love, I know. We'll get that cute, tight, little pussy all stretched for me. Promise I'll fuck you baby." He coos with a smirk on his face. He loves being so big and making you dumb for his fat, thick cock.

When he finally gets himself inside you fully, you gasp and whine at the sudden feeling of your cunt sucking the rest of him in, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He would definitely take pictures of how big his dick looks inside of your sweet pussy and how you take it so well for him.

When you can finally move, you start to ride him, finally being able to loosen up more than the death grip your cunt had on him not allowing either of you to move. You start to bounce on him and the two of you watch how his cock bulges your tummy.

He feels so fucking good stretching you out and hitting every spot no normal size dick, dildo, or your fingers ever could.

You bounce on his cock, eyes rolling back while tears roll down your cheeks from the pleasure while your cunt makes a sucking noise, sucking him right back in after pushing him out.

"Ooh yeah, that's a lot of fucking cock isn't it love. Taking it so well for me in that tiny little cunt." He praises with the most smug smirk on his face, watching as you near lose consciousness from how stupid his cock makes you feel.

Sucking him off and feeling the weight of him on your tongue is enough to soak your panties. He loves to tease you and smack your tongue and cheeks with his cock and how big it is making you moan.

When you finally start to suck him off you can barely even take it halfway he's just so thick, so you have to use both of your hands to take what you can't fit.

"Cock too big for that pretty little mouth? C'mon you can take it. That's it. That's my girl. Swallowing my cock down so good for me like that."

OR

Big dicked Simon Riley who is shy and self conscious about the size of his cock because he thinks it would be too difficult for someone to take :(

But as you straddle him on the couch, kissing up his neck and cooing at him, trying to convince him that he won't hurt you and you can take it, he feels a little bit more confident.

He blushes and hides his face with his arm thrown over his eyes when he feels you pull out his cock as well as the little gasp that came from you as you realized that he wasn't lying when he said he was big.

You pull him out from his jeans and he's already hard, his cock so heavy it thumps against his tummy if you don't hold it for him.

"W- We don't have to if you changed your mind, I know it's big so I could jus-" He tries to avoid eye contact with you trying to come up with another solution on how you two can still fuck but you shush him by shoving your thumb in his mouth.

He immediately quiets and sucks on your thumb as you start to pump him.

"Shh, none of that. I can take it. Gonna make you feel good honey don't you worry." You say reassuring him, and you laugh when you feel his cock twitch at your words.

He's such a sweet boy :(

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Trinkets

Five presents Jason brought you back from his adventures and one you asked for. (+ one) ~1.2k words of fluff

Jason Todd brings you home gifts from his missions, which wouldn't be a problem, but he never really explains what they are.

The first time it happened, you had laughed at the green ring with a lantern symbol in the middle. It looked cheesy, like one of the fake ones you can buy from the superhero merch stores littered around malls and outlets.

You'd kissed his cheek in thanks, put it on your shelf, and never gave it a second thought.

At least you didn't, until a bright green glow woke you up from your sleep. You'd sat up immediately, jaw practically dropping to the sheets as the ring lifted itself off your shelf and flew out the window.

Jason barely budged, his arm still thrown over your waist. He let out yawn and cuddled closer before speaking, voice groggy and heavy, "Huh. Didn't think they noticed that one was gone."

"They," You half yell, voice pitching as you stare at his outline, hidden in the shadows of the room.

"The Guardians, babe," he yawns out, "They're in charge of the space cops. Just go back to sleep."

Naturally, you do not go back to sleep. You drag him to the kitchen, make tea, and demand he explains why a Green Lantern ring was in your apartment. (He's very happy to)

The second time it happens, you're much more wary of the gift he brings home. But to be fair, he can't really pass off an Amazonian steel sword as something he just picked up.

It doesn't take as much convincing as it should for you to let him mount it on your wall. But it's a sword! No one can blame you for thinking it looks cool in your living room.

It turns out keeping it around is pretty useful, because a few weeks later, your boyfriend crawls through your window, dressed head to toe in armor.

"Hey, doll," he drawls, "Can I borrow your sword?"

"Sure," You chirp back, more preoccupied with your book as he saunters over to the sword, "what for?"

"Artie's got confiscated, and we haven't gotten to steal it back yet," he supplies, stopping long enough to pull his helmet up and kiss your head.

"Oh, that sucks," You answer, offhandedly, "Give her and Bizzaro my love."

"You got it, babe," he chirps already halfway out your window.

He does bring your sword back, covered in green blood, but no worse for wear. It still looks great on your wall.

He brings you a box next. It's kind of ugly looking, but you thank him nonetheless.

"Be careful with it," he tells you as you flip it over in your hands, "It opens boom tubes."

You almost drop it, and if you hadn't already experienced the power ring, you would have shrieked at him. Instead, you manage to put it down very carefully and calmly ask, "It does what?"

"Open boom tubes," he answers, which clears absolutely nothing up, "I figured we could use it to country hop for our next date night. You know, dinner in Paris, drinks in Dubai, dessert in LA."

"Okay," You answer slowly, as if that makes complete sense.

It turns out, it does. Date night is lovely, and making out with your boyfriend on a random beach in Spain is very, very nice.

Batman waiting in your apartment to take back the boom box isn't so nice, though.

Jason tells you it was worth it. He's absolutely right.

The third thing Jason brings you is a plant. Flowers aren't a rare show of affection from him, but ones that move are.

"Uh, thank you, Jason," You start, prodding at the moving petals, they nuzzle your fingers the same way a kitten would, "But I don't know how to take care of these."

"Same way you take care of any other plant, water, fertilizer, nutrients, all that fun stuff," he says fondly, stroking a few of the petals.

"What if it gets sick," You ask, uncertain.

"We'll call Ivy," he says, unbothered.

"Right. Ivy. Poison Ivy. Who you know," You mumble, but the little plant is already worming its way into your heart. (You affectionately name it Daisy, for no other reason then it sways happily when you say that name)

The fourth thing Jason brings you makes you laugh because you know exactly what it is, "Jason, we can't keep this."

"Why not," he pleads, shaking the bright green quiver filled with arrows at you.

You giggled harder, smiling wide as you shake your head at him, "We don't even know what those do. Don't some of those explode?"

"So what," he huffs, practically pouting, "We can ask Roy. And it's not like I don't know my way around explosives."

"I guess so," You relent, trying to stifle your laughs as you inspect the bright green arrows, "How did you even get this?"

His eyes light up mischievously, "Do you really want to know?"

You stop short and narrow your eyes at him, "I would lose my plausible deniability."

"But you wanna know," he says, sly and playful.

You do. (It involves mutated chickens, tar, and one distracted Oliver Queen. You hang the quiver next to the sword)

Jason's getting ready to leave, bags packed and helmet lazy held under his arm, "Can I bring you back anything specific, doll" he asks, his free hand resting comfortably against your cheek, "Lasso of Truth? Maybe something with magic?"

You grin at him, leaning into his touch, "I actually do have something in mind."

"Oh," he prompts, eyes glinting with excitement.

"I want to complete my batarang collection."

He falters, "Your– what?"

"No one has," You exclaim, pulling away to showcase your collection, "I have Nightwings, Batgirls, Batmans, yours, of course, one of Robin's. But I'm missing Spoilers, Batwomans, Signals, and Red Robins."

He blinks at you, "That's– if that's what you want."

You giggle at how dumbfounded he looks, practically bouncing back over to him to kiss him, "Thank you, Jason."

He catches your waist and pulls you back in for another, longer kiss that leaves you both breathless and panting. His voice lowers, like it's a secret, "I'll bring you back some batarangs. See you in a few days?"

"See you in a few days," You echo, and he winks at you as he tugs on his helmet, leaving out your window.

Sure enough, you get your batarangs when he gets home. It takes some convincing, a few kisses that leave you senseless, but you get Jason to help you mount your batarang collection alongside the sword and quiver.

"I should get you a plasma rifle next," he drawls, admiring your growing wall of weapons.

"I think I'd fall over if I tried to shoot one of those," You point out, all smiles.

"I'll teach you," he tells you, hooking an arm around your waist to draw you closer.

Jason's a man of his word, and sure enough, he brings you home a plasma cannon after his next mission.

You only destroy most of the shooting range in the batcave when he lets you try it out.

[leilakisakabiri]

Miami Hot Lap (CL)

Summary: You're forced to do a Miami Hot Lap with your boyfriend.

Warning(s): Just fluff.

A/N: Ahh I love this concept!! Requests are open for Charles and Lando.

Word Count: 800+

Masterlist

Being invited to an F1 race through a brand seemed like a fun idea at first. You would get to see your boyfriend for the first time in weeks, watch the race in your hometown, and somehow still be able to call it work. It was a win-win situation.

That was until they approached you with a video idea.

"So since you're working with one of our sponsored brands for the weekend, a Miami native, and dating a driver, we thought it was only fair to ask you to do the Miami hot lap video." The F1 content manager explained.

"Miami hot lap?" You questioned, unfamiliar with what they wanted you to do.

"Yeah y'know just go for a few laps on the track with a driver. For you, it would be Charles of course." She assured.

You shook your head rapidly, shrinking back, "No thank you. I don't drive with Charles."

"But he's your boyfriend? Surely you've driven with him before?"

You sighed, "Yeah in a city, where he's forced to follow the speed limit, I would never be able to handle going that fast. He's too scary without restrictions."

She furrowed her eyebrows, opening her mouth to respond before she was cut off.

"Spreading lies about me again?"

You felt your lips upturn in a smile as he came up behind you, fingers entwining with yours as he kissed your cheek.

You turned to face him, attempting to be firm, "I love you, but I'm not driving with you." You repeated.

One hour later you found yourself being strapped into the passenger seat of his car, cursing yourself for giving in after he convinced you it wouldn't be that bad.

The camera sat on the dashboard, recording the both of you.

"Go slow," You warned, as he got the green light to pull away.

"We'll get no views then." He argued.

You started at him in disbelief, "Would you rather have more views on a video or have a girlfriend in one piece?"

It was quiet for a beat too long and you put your hand up, "You know what don't answer that. I don't want to know."

"So how do you like driving with me so far?" He asked once you made it past the first lap.

You nodded, "Not bad, right now I feel like we're going to get food."

He smirked, "Well in that case go on and get comfortable."

You eyed him skeptically but you decided to trust him, "Okaaay," you dragged out the word as you slouched a bit more in the seat, letting your body relax against the seat, going as far as to admire the view outside the window.

The peace only lasted for a second before Charles was slamming on the pedal, sending the car lurching forward at record speeds.

While he got a shot of adrenaline, you felt your stomach somersault as your body jolted backward.

“Charles. Charles!!” Your voice filled with panic, fingers grabbing onto the side of the car for dear life, eyes wide as you refused to take your eyes off the rapidly passing road in front of you.

He laughed at your reaction, only stopping once he realized how serious you were. He dropped a hand down to squeeze yours, reassuring you, “Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The supposedly sweet action had the opposite effect, “Keep both your hands on the wheel!” You shrieked, sending him into another fit of laughter.

You put a hand to your forehead in shock and disbelief, "We're going to die."

You felt hysterical, and his shit-eating grin only irked you further.

"We're not going to die. I promise." He swore, trying to calm you down.

You shoved his shoulder, "Your promises mean nothing to me anymore Charles. We're going to die and it's all your fault." you deadpanned.

“Y/n amor I’m barely pushing 90 mph.” He revealed.

Your body froze, before finally losing some tension, “Oh."

You checked the meter seeing that he was telling the truth, "It feels a lot faster,” you argued, “Especially with the sharp turns," you elaborated.

He agreed with you but not before side-eyeing you, "Right."

"So should we go faster?" He proposed.

"Charles," You warned.

"Why so formal?"

You glanced at each other for a second and already knew what would happen from the unfiltered excitement in his eyes, "Hold on amour."

You watched in horror as the meter rapidly rose hitting up to 130mph, you mouthed a "help me" to the camera.

“I think I’m gonna throw up everywhere.” You groaned once the car had finally come to a halt.

Charles patted your head affectionately as you laid your head against your knees, “You’ll be ok.”

“No. I’m going to projectile vomit on this dashboard,” you warned, “I’m never driving with you again.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at your comment but didn't say anything, instead facing the camera.

"Well thanks for joining us today, if you want more videos like this-"

You lifted your head off your knees when you noticed he hadn't finished his sentence, finding him staring at you expectedly.

"Like and subscribe?" you questioned, voice hoarse.

"Exactly. See you guys later!" He waved bye to the camera and moved your head to lay on his lap so you could rest.