#His Cheekiness is in Full Bloom

[shoujo-dump]

Namaikizakari

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[pepsichrry]

Ride Pt. 2 || Theodore F. Nott

Summary: Your relationship with Theo escalates further

Set after the Battle of Hogwarts!

Warnings: Sexual content, Smut, Mentions of violence, Theo is in love, Theo is obsessed with his wife!!

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The spring had flourished into summer almost overnight, giving way to the birth of the sunlight and the heat that came with it. The Nott family home had grown more and more familiar as these days passed and you hoped that it would continue.

Things had shifted around the house, and not just because of the change in weather. You and Theodore finally began to align like rigid puzzle pieces. What was once a secret glance became a staring contest, being in the same room became sitting together and rooms on the other side of the house became Theo sneaking into your bed each night and staying to just be with you.

You soon became comfortable with the marriage, allowing Theo to shadow you around the house from time to time or even to sleep in your bed with you, sometimes you even allowed him to distract you from your reading and eat fruit with you on the lawn. As your relationship bloomed, you thought back to the very night that broke the silence.

It had become a regular occurrence now for Theo to spread you over your bedsheets and burying his head between your thighs. But that was all. Even as the months passed by, he hadn’t asked for anything more from you, only to sleep beside you and watch you as you slept. You obliged, not minding the company. You grew used to the familiar creaking of floorboards and the gentle nudges against your skin as he slipped into what was now his side of the bed.

But something urged you further than your new routine, to find out the extent of what could be done. You wanted to know what it felt like to be completely and utterly full with him, body and soul.

So, when he finally crept into your room in the dead of night, worshipped by the dim lick of candlelight, you were already waiting for him. His deep blue eyes watched you like he never had before, sensing the shift in the air. As he got closer, you sat up, looking over the expanse of his body. His hard chest was blanketed by a soft jumper which made him all the more comfortable than he already was, and his legs were clothed in a simple pair of sweats, ready for bed. It may have not been all that enticing, but the sight of him always seemed to drive you crazy. There was something about him so siren-like, so enchanting.

“You’re awake?” He asked you with his smooth voice and cheeky smile. You nodded, waiting for him to get closer so you could finally reach out to him. “I thought you’d be asleep, I didn’t mean to wake you, Bella.”

He drew your duvet back and climbed into bed with you, lying flat on his back with his hands over his middle. You turned to him.

Bringing a gentle hand to his head, you brushed his stray curls from his forehead as he watched you with tired eyes. He happily reciprocated your soft kisses as his eyelashes fluttered against your cheekbones and he breathed in your air.

You couldn’t stop, you needed him. You needed to drink every ounce of him up, you needed to feel him all over you, you needed his soft hands to touch you and hold you to him. It was as though, suddenly, you were overcome by desperation, or better yet, adoration.

He sighed softly, fanning soft air onto you as one of his hands cupped your neck, the other finding the small of your back and pulling you closer to him still. You gladly obliged, pressing your chest against his and kissing him like he was your final breath, your only lifeline.

Theo felt giddy at the sudden attention on him. Your experimental hand dragged over his chest and slowly down over his stomach. He couldn’t help but squirm in anticipation at the idea of your hand trialling any lower. Your fingers entwined in the waistband of his sweats and you ran your fingertips lightly over the edge of the fabric.

By the sounds that he was making, you could tell that he needed you just as much you needed him.

Your pinky preached the top of his bottoms and ran over the slowly tanning skin of his abdomen as he kissed over your cheek and jaw. His pillowy lips traced over the curve of your jaw, leaving hot and damp hair to travel down your neck as his breath began to deepen upon your fingers trailing beneath his bottoms.

You pulled back, the ghost of your lips hovered over his as you watched for his reaction as your fingers began to brush over the tiny curls at the base of his cock. Slowly, they came into contact with the ache that Theo so desperately wanted to ignore, until your smooth hands were wrapped around it, he could have died on the spot.

His head flew back against the pillow, his eyes shut and his brows pulled into a deep frown, not of perplexity, but of utter pleasure. Your grip tightened ever so slightly around the thickness of his dick and he keened from where he lay. His mouth tipped open, so you opted to kiss around the apples of his cheeks, over every mole and dimple, further down over his neck and in the sickly sweet spot behind his ear, whispering for him to take off his top.

Theo couldn’t help but shiver as he peeled off his jumper, revealing him to the cool air and your piercing gaze. Every inch of his gorgeous skin was kissed by the sun, leaving freckles and birthmarks in its wake. You made sure to do the same, bending your head to press your lips against the moles on his collarbones. Theo sighed softly as you began to work your hand as best as you could whilst it was restricted by the fabric of his underwear, the sound carrying through the room. Merlin, he hadn’t even taken the rest of his clothing yet, but you felt him in the place where you needed him most, and he was big.

His slender hand soothed over your back as you sucked light purple bruises into his chest and neck while you pumped at his cock, encouraging you to do something, anything further. He didn’t know if he could take any more anticipation. He’d been waiting for you to allow him the chance to sink into you at last, but he was so desperate and pussy-whipped that anything would do. He waited patiently and happily for his climax and inevitably cumming in his pants again, until you slipped your hand back out of his underwear.

You looked up at him with desire on your face and he knew what you’d ask. “Take these off.” You told him and he obeyed.

Theo thought you could ask him anything and he’d obey, just like a slave to your command, not that he’d mind. It was just one of the many things he’d do for you in order to satisfy you.

He lay before you, nearly bare except for his underwear which did nothing to conceal the embarrassingly obvious fact of his need. His chest lifted up and down as his lungs worked double time and you eyed him admiringly. Despite the hardness beneath his boxers, you gently squeezed him through the fabric, enjoying the tortured whine he gave out.

You hushed him sweetly, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip with a grin. His eyes lit up with desperation. You booked a finger beneath the band of his boxers, yanking them firmly, and with his help, he became entirely exposed to you. You still wore your nightgown, which he eyed hopefully, but you made no move to take it off just then.

The lower you took your body, the higher Theo’s heart rate became, until your face was just above his crotch and he swore that he felt his heart stop. Testing the waters, your hand wrapped around him once again and brought your mouth down to place a teasing kiss over the tip of his dick. He puffed out a breath that he never knew he was holding and entangled a hand in your hair.

Slowly, you grazed the underside of his cock with your tongue, trailing over the soft skin with ease, wetting it with your saliva. You continued to do so, each time your tongue met the tip, you’d broaden your tongue and do the same thing over again as he grew more and more restless each time. You placed a reassuring hand on his thigh as they began to tremble and your thumb rubbed the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, dangerously close to the curve of his balls. His head pressed harshly into the pillows behind him as he panted.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you took the very tip of his dick into your lips, surprising you at how much bigger he was than you thought. You sucked, hard, and he let out a deep moan at the sensation. It was an unusual situation to you, but you found that you could learn quickly about what he liked, so you continued to suck. Your hand pumped his length as you suckled and licked at his tip, gaining confidence as his noises grew louder.

His cock began to throb and his balls tightened, the only warning he was able to give being the grip on your hair clamping down. That was when you pulled off of him with a ‘pop’.

“But- Wh-“ He began, but you cut him off with a kiss, enjoying how quick he was to melt into your sudden affection.

You didn’t give him long to ponder as you slipped your nightgown over your head, revealing your naked body for him to see. His intense gaze lingered over your chest before it trailed down to your wet pussy. You supposed he was half expecting for you to sit on his face like you often did, but you took him by surprise when you asked him:

“Are you gonna let me fuck you?”

Of course he was, how couldn’t he? All he’d wanted since he saw you in the big white dress at the wedding was to take you to bed and make love to you. And now that you were finally going to allow him the honour? How could he say no?

“Merlin, yes!” He rasped, watching you as you swung a leg over his hips as though mounting a horse. His eyes didn’t know where to look, so they raked over you as he prepared for you to take him.

You smiled sweetly, leaning down to peck his lips with your own. You took him into your hand and dragged his tip over your soaked folds; you had no idea how much pleasure it gave you to hear him whine. Finally, you lined his tip up against where you needed him most and sunk down onto him.

Theo felt as though the wind had been knocked out of him, you were right above him, as beautiful as the sun and the sky and he’d never felt such bliss. For a second, he swore he saw heaven.

That was until you started to move, and he was rendered powerless against the pleasure you were giving him. He moaned fully now, head twisting into the pillow as though it would give him some relief to be rid of the sight of you. He couldn’t take it, he was sure to come just by looking at you. His mouth was hung open as though he was screaming in agony, except he was only tensing in pure unbridled pleasure.

His length hit against the most dangerous of angles inside of you, sending shocks up your spine as you clenched around him. The twinge of pain you’d felt at the initial stretch had quickly subsided as you began to bounce on top of him and was replaced by a blinding blood rush to your head. You felt dizzy, only it was in the best way possible.

With each brush against his skin, your clit was stimulated, forcing you to let out a sigh each time. He poured every inch of his soul into yours with every breath he took, watching you like a lifetime of his memories and future all at once, worshipping at your altar of your goddess. He’d serve you, he’d obey, he’d care for you, if you allowed him.

You let out a loud cry as his hips jolted from the bed, pressing against your cervix in a sudden pain, though it soon dissipated, soothing into sparks of pleasure. He forced his weight off of the bed in time with you, encased to the hilt of his cock in your soft pussy. And with every meeting of your hips, the warmth in your belly loosened, allowing you to steal bursts of pleasure for your body. Heat throbbed over your body and your heart pounded, you were so close.

And then it stopped. Theo pulled you off of him with a firm grip, eyes wide, pupils dilated. He looked almost feral as you frowned up at him as he took his place above you. Without wasting a second, his lips were on you, trailing over your chest and sucking your nipples into his mouth.

His hand lowered down to where you needed him the most, guiding his painfully hard dick into your tight entrance, sighing as you squeezed him to nicely. The softness of his hair on your sternum, the kindness of his hands and the noises he made, it was all taking its toll on you. You were surrounded by him, his arms encasing you, the warmth from his body still on the sheets that you rested against, his dick inside of you. He was everything in that moment.

The slapping of skin filled the air as he drove his hips harder and faster with each pull of your charm. He let out a choked sigh as he pounded into you, chasing his high more desperately than he ever had. His constant motion made you clench around him, feeling your orgasm creep up through your spine.

“Theo!” You gasped, and he responded with a pitiful whimper. He’d dreamed about the way that you’d cry his name, about this very situation. It was feeling so real, so much. He couldn’t help but be dragged closer to the edge.

He buried his hot face into your hair, moaning with each thrust of his hips, his feet pushing against the sheets to look for any way to sink deeper into you.

Your body erupted with the winding of warmth and unbearable pleasure. Your orgasm washed over you like a tide as Theo’s body met your own. You tensed and it was like nothing you’d ever felt before, your thighs shook from where they were wrapped around his hips and your hand clawed at his scalp like you could pull yourself up from the fire of hell. But nothing felt better than the flames licking at your skin.

He couldn’t help but feel bus eyes water with tears as he so desperately wanted to scream. His climax hit him like a brick straight to the face, so much that he could hardly feel his own body. He tried to cry out, but it was as though you had complete control over his body as you shared your pleasure like treasured goods.

You felt him still, pushing into you as much as he could. That was when you felt him spill into you, a kind of warmth pouring into you, you realised that he’d just come inside of you, not that you minded. His skin was moist as he slipped his weight on top of you, and every inch of you was now touching him. You could get used to it.

You wondered if his nightly visits would escalate to this in the future. You certainly hoped so.

pt.1

#harry potter #harry potter fic #theodore nott #sub! theo nott #theodore nott one shot #theo nott one shot #theo nott fic #theo nott smut #theodore nott smut #switch!theo nott #smut #theo nott x reader #theo nott #theo nott x you

[astraystayyh]

[1:14 a.m. valentine’s day]

nothing filled you with pride like seeing hyunjin on stage— he bloomed under the spotlight like a flower whose petals only unfurled under the caress of the sun.

yet, a bit selfishly, it is in moments like these that you liked him the most. bare faced, cheek slightly squished against your pillow, his black wispy bangs falling upon his eyes, ones you delicately remove from his eyesight each time, as you are doing now, tucking some strands of it behind the curve of his ear. he responds by wrapping his fingers around your wrist and bringing your hand to his mouth, brushing your fingertips against his lips slightly— the softest to the touch, before bestowing a kiss on each one of them, his eyes never leaving yours.

it is in moments like these that you liked hyunjin the most, when he didnt feel the need to perform for anyone, where he existed in his most natural state, and where he chose to love you, so much, in it.

“aren’t you sleepy?” you ask softly, voice barely above a whisper. you’d do anything to preserve the quiet, barricade the door to the outside world with all your might if you had to.

“no,” he replies, just as softly, his hand falling to rest upon your cheek. “are you?”

“no,” you echo, as a traitorous yawn overtakes your lips. he giggles sweetly, head tipped back, as if his entire being needed to translate the happiness in his heart.

“liar,” he grins, pecking your nose tenderly, “you should sleep.”

“but it’s valentine’s day.”

“isn’t it tomorrow?”

“it’s already past midnight,” you point out and he hums, licking his lips slowly. the gesture brings you to his mouth, and a tiktok you saw earlier crosses your mind. hyunjin spots the mischievous glint in your eyes before you speak.

“i saw a good valentine’s makeup earlier,” you say, pointer finger gently tracing the contours of his face. “want me to try it on you?”

“right now?”

“it’s easy, and you’re not sleepy.”

“but you are,” he pouts and you giggle, kissing his frown away— it dissolves like sugar in tea from your warmth.

“i wanna stay up with you. hold on,” you quickly leave the bed and hyunjin whines immediately, flailing his arms in the air as he calls out for you.

“i’ve literally–“ you words are muffled as he brings you to his chest immediately upon your return, “-being gone for five seconds.”

“five seconds too long,” he mumbles against your neck, you let out a strangled squeal. “baby i cant breathe,” you heave and he lets you go, eyebrows furrowed in worry as he cradles your face, moving it from left to right.

“are you okay? can you breathe fine? should i perform CPR?” he rambles dramatically, voice growing high-pitched with each frantic question. you dont have time to answer before he crashes his lips on yours, taking your breath away once again, for an entirely different reason.

“is the CPR working?” he whispers against your mouth, a cheeky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“idiot,” you giggle, pulling away from him, painstakingly, your lips refusing to part from his.

“so,” you finally clear your throat, sitting crisscrossed atop the covers. he follows suit, your knees bumping into one another. “the valentine’s makeup is just kisses all over your face, with lipstick. it’s a trend on tiktok, we can film it too…” you trail out, fully aware of his aversion to trends on that app.

“sure.”

“just like that?”

“what my baby wants my baby gets,” he grins, “please proceed.”

“yes mr. hwang, thank you mr. hwang,” you snort, unscrewing the cap of your lipstick. you apply a coat of the vibrant red to your lips, making sure to go over your cupid bow. hyunjin’s eyes never leave your figure. he leans in to kiss you as soon as you’re done.

“not yet!” you yelp, avoiding his kiss and his eyes grow so wide they start to resemble a full moon.

“i didn’t know this trend had rules,” a frown takes over his face and you giggle, running your thumb softly over the curve of his eyebrows.

“patience, baby,” you set up your phone, pressing record before handing it to hyunjin. he grabs it from you, a string of complaints falling from his lips. “can we go back to you rejecting my kiss, i actually cant believe you did that, i think that’s against the law–“ a soft kiss lands on hyunjin’s lips and he closes his eyes promptly, sighing into your mouth in relief. he quiets down, any sight of (dramatic) discomfort gone from his face.

“there,” you smile, before pressing a kiss to his cheek, it is a lingering one, trickled with a smile that does not want to leave your face, nor hyunjin’s, who’s grinning like a fool at the camera, a glazed sheen coating his eyes. next is his temple, then his nose, the tender skin beneath his eyes and the high of his cheekbones. kiss after kiss after kiss, imprint after imprint after imprint.

it is not your first time kissing hyunjin, far from your last, but there are still giddy giggles escaping your lips, making your teeth clash against his skin, making his eyes turn to moon crescents, ones the sky must be secretly jealous of.

you place a fleeting kiss on his chin, moving upwards to the corner of his mouth, then finally, what your hearts have been aching for, his lips, sweet like sugar as they meet yours, waves of love crashing into one another. the kiss deepens, as your hand runs through his hair, and he suddenly drops the phone, no longer caring about filming.

he grabs your jaw, angling it closer so he’d press your lips onto yours more deeply, and yet the kiss remains as soft, perhaps because it isn’t stringed along by lust, but by a tenderness that only manifests at 1 a.m. when you refuse to sleep because it’ll lead you away from hyunjin.

“you look so cute,” you whisper, as you finally part, your hands finding his jaw instantly.

“thanks to you,” his voice is silky as it drapes across your soul. your eyes soften, your hold on his face faltering. he is yours to love, under the shining light and the dim one. yours.

“happy valentine’s day, my angel,” he tilts his head to bestow a tender kiss on your palm. “thank you for loving me today too.”

“no, thank you for being so easy to love.”

#hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #skz scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #hyunjin fluff #skz imagines #let’s pretend it is still valentine’s day please and thank you 😁

[darklordofthesimp]

Underneath (König x Reader)

Summary: You'd been looking for some time alone when you'd gone to the shooting range at nearly midnight. König clearly had the same idea.

Requested by Anon: #47 I forget how to speak whenever you're around and it's embarrassing.

A/N: Honestly, this felt sooo trash. My apologies anon, König was difficult to write here.

Categories: Hurt/Comfort || Fluff || Mutual Pining

Warnings: Mild Swearing

The night air was crisp, your breath leaving small clouds of white to trail behind you. You adjusted the strap of the weapon slung across your shoulder and shivered. Next time you’d have to dress warmer if you wanted to take a late night stroll, but you knew full well you’d make the same mistake.

As KorTac’s resident marksman, the firing range was almost like your second home. Your sniper rifle was an extension of your limbs and this place gave you the opportunity to exercise it. It would be worth the walk and worth the cold.

You glanced at your watch as you entered the facility. It was 2300 hours, no one in their right mind would be at the range this late on a Friday night. You’d have the floor to yourself, blowing off steam with unlimited ammunition into the early hours of the morning: the perfect way to start off the weekend.

As you entered the doors and rounded the corner, your breath left you in a gasp and you stumbled backward.

“König!”

The giant came to a screeching halt in an attempt to not bowl you over, his eyes wide as he appraised you. He held a sniper rifle in his right hand, the weapon looking like a Nerf gun in comparison to the sheer size of him. Your heart thrashed wildly in your chest at the scare of unexpected company.

“Jesus,” you rasped, a small laugh slipping from you lips. “What’re you doing here so late?”

There was a short pause as the man gathered his bearings, the both of you thrown off by each other’s presence. “Probably the same as you.”

You nodded your head with a small shrug. You should have guessed that König wouldn’t be at the club with the rest of the team. He was the resident introvert, maniacal on the battlefield but withdrawn in the barracks.

König was an enigma.

It’s what drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Although, the man avoided you where he could. You guessed he wasn’t as curious about you as you were about him.

“Is this why you’re better than most with a sniper?” You nodded towards his rifle but his eyes remained glued on you. “You shoot at midnight?”

It was mean to be a joke but there was some truth to your question. König was one of the better snipers in KorTac, as though he were born with a natural talent for the role. You wondered if he’d ever consider pushing for a change in positions.

“Better than most,” he agreed quietly with a shrug, but then his eyes sparkled with amusement. “However, I shoot at midnight to be better than you.”

Your heart stuttered at the words. You knew he was joking, or at least attempting to break the ice, but it always felt good to hear words of affirmation. Snipers were very much out of sight and out of mind until you needed them and you’d rarely received compliments on your work outside of training.

“Well,” you breathed, shifting the weight of the rifle on your back. It was cold but suddenly there was warmth blooming along your neck as König watched you intently. “Now I wanna see if you’re going to put me out of a job.”

König’s eyes widened and you saw him hesitate.

“You,” he cleared his throat, “you want to watch me shoot?”

You offered him a small smile in response, it was cheeky but not enough to alarm him. The last thing you wanted was to make a 6’10 mountain of a man think that you were here to laugh at him

You knew that König was a good shot, though you also knew he was not on the same playing field as you. Something told you he needed a win, though. If watching him shoot and complimenting his ability would give him something warm on such a frigid day, then it would be the least you could do.

After all, you don’t go to the range at midnight on a Friday night unless you’re lonely.

“Actually,” König began, suddenly shifting on his feet uneasily. “I’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

You nodded your head, indicating for the man to continue. Silence swept into the conversation as König’s gaze flickered from your rifle to the floor, his hands moving to rest behind his back. You could tell his fingers were fidgeting even though he’d hid them from your view.

Finally, he spoke. “I wanted to ask for your help, I’m having trouble adjusting this rifle.”

Your mouth fell open and you blinked at him dumbly.

The giant blinked back.

“Yes!” You said with a start, realizing he was waiting for your response. “Of course- yeah. Lay down and set her up as best you can while I go offload my shit.”

König let loose a breath, his shoulders relaxing from where they’d been bunched. The sniper’s hood that he wore should have made him difficult to read, but his body language was beyond expressive.

When you returned from laying your shit down in the next aisle, König was on his stomach and those long legs were stretched out to full length. Again, you marvelled at the size of him.

He was peering down the sight of his rifle, a frustrated sigh deflating his chest as you looked down on him. You could see what was wrong with his positioning, then the actual rifle would be an entirely different beast to tackle.

“König,” you brought his attention back to you as your eyes skimmed over his body, watching for any flaws you may have missed. When you looked back at him, the man was watching you from above his shoulder. Your heart skipped a beat at the intensity of that emerald gaze, the determination to find out how to better himself.

You let loose a breath.

“Can I fix your position for you?” The question was soft but König’s hand flexed against his weapon anyway.

“Of course.”

You started with his legs, grabbing the inside of his right knee to push it upward. He helped you tucking it up so that it sat parallel to his body.

“It absorbs the recoil without shifting your line of fire,” you explained, and you saw his head nod from above the contour of his back. You stood over him, your feet planted on either side of his waist in an attempt to see the angle his body lay on.

Finally, you made your way to his arms, lowering yourself beside him. That green gaze flickered towards you, taking in your bent over form and settling on where you rested on both your knees.

He looked away as his breath hitched.

“Pick your elbows up,” you murmured, leaning over him as he lifted his arms. You tucked them a bit closer to where he had them initially, your chest brushing against the back of his head as you moved. His biceps were hard beneath your fingers and you swallowed thickly. “Now lean into them outward so the skin of your elbows is stretched.”

Again, the man obeyed.

“See how everything feels so much tighter?” You asked, leaning back onto your knees with your hands on the floor behind you.

König groaned at the sight.

You frowned.

“Is…” you cleared your throat, sitting straight. “Is it not good? I can adjust it if –“

“It’s fine,” König said quickly, his voice strained.

Your heart sunk at the urgency in his words, as though he were impatient. You thought that this was what he wanted, he had asked for your help.

“Well,” you rubbed the back of your neck with a sigh. “Give it a shot then, big guy.”

Big guy.

König missed the target.

You gawked at the small screen bolted to the floor between your bodies. When your eyes flicked over to the man lying next to you, he closed his eyes with a sigh.

“Try again,” you tried to keep your voice neutral but to miss the target entirely was a pretty big feat. Especially for someone like König who, usually, was an excellent shot.

This time, the bullet had barely caught the edge of the cardboard. The screen emitted a small beep, informing you both that he’d missed the centre aiming mark by 2,876 millimetres.

If that was a person, he’d have taken some fabric off of his shirt sleeve.

König sat up suddenly, a low growl reverberating in his chest. “Sheiße!”

“Is it the rifle?” You questioned as he rested his back against the isle wall, dropping his hands against his knees. His head fell rearward, gaze moving to the ceiling and for a second there he looked truly hopeless.

You didn’t receive a response.

“If it’s the positioning then-“

König’s head snapped upright, his eyes settling on you with an expression you’d never seen on him. You felt like you were burning.

“It’s you,” he said simply.

Your mouth dried.

“Oh.”

You stood to your feet without another word. Your chest felt heavy, and your skin stung as though the words had been a whip bearing down on your body. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks as a cold chill trickled down your spine.

You hadn’t realized how cold it was in that room.

Before you could walk from the aisle, König was on his feet. He stood before you, hands raised as though attempting to placate your or surrender. He was careful not to touch you, but the way he leaned in made you think that he wanted to.

“Not,” he stumbled over the words, they were desperate and choked. “Not like that. Never like that.”

You stared at him incredulously.

“Don’t leave,” König murmured, stepping into your space. Your head was craned so that you could see him, though eventually you gave up and tossed your gaze to the side. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What did you mean, then?”  Your voice was hard, and you heard him suck in a breath. “You ask me to help you then don’t talk to me when I do.”

After a pregnant pause, a hand came to rest against your upper arm and you forced yourself to stay still. When a finger tucked itself beneath your chin, forcing your eyes upward, your knees trembled dangerously beneath you.

“I’m not ignoring you, I swear it.” König’s words fell from his lips in a tumble, that emerald gaze intent, “I just forget how to speak whenever you’re around and it’s embarrassing.”

Your jaw would have fallen open had it not been for his fingers holding it.

The silence was heavy as his words settled and you couldn’t think of a single thing to respond to him with. How were you meant to tell him that you felt the same way? How were you meant to express the effect that he had on you without sounding like a child?

Eventually, his fingers slipped from your skin and a chill fell over your body at his absence.

König took a step back, his body rigid.

“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his shoulders squared, and his eyes cast downward. “That was inappropriate, I shouldn’t have- “

“Don’t apologize,” your voice was barely a whisper, but the words echoed like a gunshot in the space between you. “Don’t you dare take that back.”

König watched you carefully from beneath the hood.

You decided, as his fingers slowly returned to your skin, that tonight you’d be under that hood with him.

#könig mw2 #könig x reader #König #könig cod #könig call of duty #konig x reader #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig #konig call of duty #konig modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #call of duty x reader #cod x reader

[peachdues]

BREAKFAST

Sleepy Gojo x Reader. NSFW-adjacent. Mostly fluff, but suggestive. Not proof-read, wrote this without my contacts in.

Satoru Gojo, whose body weight is pressing you into the mattress as he snores lightly in your ear, one leg thrown over yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck. His hands still cup your breasts, even while deep in sleep.

You’d asked him about that once, but he’d only grinned at you, explaining with too innocent eyes that his hands fondling your tits was their most natural position.

You would be almost as content as he to spend the rest of the morning like this — but for the grumbling in your gut, demanding that you eat, and eat soon.

Not to mention the faint headache beginning to bloom behind your eyes, a sure sign that if you don’t quell your crippling caffeine dependency soon, you’ll be stuck with a nausea-inducing migraine for the rest of the day.

You try and push up off the bed, to find clothes so you can begin your hunt for breakfast, but the limbs tangled around yours tense, keeping you locked against the man sleeping at your back.

“Satoru,” you whine. “I’m hungry.”

“And I’m comfortable,” he pouts, hands dropping from your chest to lock around your middle.

You go to sit up once more, and for a moment, your snow-haired lover’s hands loosen their grip, and you think for once, he’s about to acquiesce to your demands.

But then deft fingers are twisting at the back of the cotton bra you’d worn to sleep, pulling and tugging until you feel the material loosen, the end straps falling forward on either side of your ribs.

Satoru hunches down in bed and buries his face against the now bared-spot between your shoulder blades, humming contentedly.

“You’re insufferable,” you gripe, hands reaching behind you to bat you away. “What was the point of that?”

A hot exhale of breath warms your skin as your boyfriend chuffs. “It was in the way.”

“Was not,” your voice is stern even if a smile tugs at your lips. “Baby, I wanna go eat.”

“I can eat you,” even sleep-mussed, Satoru is still cheeky. He presses his groin into your backside and you feel the sharp press of his length, half-hard and waiting for your touch. “I prefer my breakfast in bed, anyways.”

You roll your eyes. “If I don’t get coffee soon, you will have to deal with the consequences.”

At the warning in your voice, Satoru groans, finally giving in as he pulls his leg off you. “Fine. But I get second breakfast once we get back.”

“I love that you pretend like you’re not about to gorge yourself sick on some god awful sugar concoction,” you tease, flipping the layers of your blankets off your body. “Your confidence is almost cute.”

The loosened strap of your bra slips down your shoulders and you shoot a glare back at your smirking boyfriend. “And fix my bra!”

“Unbelievable,” his eyes are full of mock disdain, though his fingers do bring the ends of the garment back together.

“Can’t believe you’re telling me to make you decent again,” he grumbles, ever the petulant child.

“You can take it off later,” you promise and you turn so you can kiss the tip of his nose. “But for now — breakfast.”

Yes, I started watching solely for my babygirl.

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x you

[anikaluv]

I'LL BE THERE —

❤︎︎ pairing:  Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw:  stalking , Miles being a barbie kinnie, reader realizing there’s no escape lmao

❤︎︎ summary: Miles was your ex from a year ago, and you had completely moved on, blooming in your new life. So, why was he just now popping up everywhere?

❤︎︎ w/c: 800

❤︎︎ a/n: Was thinking about how Barbie has a million different jobs and went like, “What if that was Miles?”

E!42 MILES getting so frustrated in an argument you two were having; looked you dead in the eyes and spat, "If you don't like that shit, you can get up and leave."

E!42 MILES being genuinely shocked when that is precisely what you did, thinking this was just gonna be another one of the little squabbles you two were used to having

E!42 MILES realizing in the next following months that you could live perfectly without him and move on, while he, on the other hand, was going through the worst turmoil of his life

E!42 MILES deciding that whether or not you wanted him in your life, he needed you in his. So he was going to get you back no matter what

E!42 MILES turning around to greet you with a cheeky grin on his face at the cafe you’ve been a regular for the past 6 years as the barista going, “Hello precious, ¿Qué será para ti hoy? (What will it be for you today?)”

E!42 MILES ignoring your look of surprise as he jots down your usual order that he already has memorized and then has the audacity to look back into your eyes and ask, “Can I get a name for the order, please?”

E!42 MILES a few days later watching as you pull in your cart full of groceries to checkout and couldn't help but laugh mischievously when your jaw dropped when seeing that he was the cashier. (He made sure to scan your items very slowly)

E!42 MILES becoming the bus driver of the bus you took every day to work. Pulling up to your bus stop, opening the doors, tipping his hat, and greeting you with a playful smile. "Mornin', mi vida (my life), pretty day, ain't it?", ignoring your eye roll as you stepped onto the bus.

E!42 MILES who “coincidently” ditches the home gym he’s been using since he started being the prowler and starts going to the exact same gym as you, sucking in his breath when he sees you squat in those tight seamless shorts

E!42 MILES who’s happy to treat you and your niece to some ice-cream at the park inside of the ice cream truck he now works at, playfully chuckling at you as you arrogantly shoved the money into his chest.

E!42 MILES sitting comfortably in a salon chair at your normal nail salon as a nail tech, ready to paint whatever design you desire on your delicate fingers

E!42 MILES who types into his computer at your local bank as your bank teller, prepared to enter in your weekly / monthly checks when you walk in. Taking your check out of your hand to observe it, acting shocked like it’s not its about the same amount every time. “Woah, cariño (darlin’) , did’nt know my girl worked this hard.” (He was proud of you, he knew his girl could achieve anything she wanted on her own )

E!42 MILES who welcomes you openly to his salon chair at your favorite hair salon when your usual stylist “happens” to be out of town going, “Hey mami, you want the usual?”

E!42 MILES at your library organizing books loudly while you’re studying for a important exam, holding his finger at your lips when you’re about to explode and scream and whispers, “Baby, this is a quiet environment, quiet your lips f’me aight?”

E!42 MILES clocking in as your yoga instructor at your yoga studio only on the one day of the week you go, wearing a purple headband with a tight tank top and yoga pants that showed the ass you didn’t know he had. You groaning as he does doggy style shouts, “Thats it ladies! You want to really arch your back like this!” while smirking. (Kelly Clarkson’s “What doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger” is playing in the back)

E!42 MILES who works at your local mall at Nike on one knee in front of you happily assisting you put on one of the pairs of shoes, locking eyes with you the whole time wearing that smug grin he always got. (When he was finished you kicked him in the face before he got up, but lets be honest, he probably fell in love more)

E!42 MILES being on the plane you were taking to move and get away from him. Wearing his flight attendant uniform and slowly making his way down the aisles. Finally getting to you and turning to you as that cute scowl appears on your face while nonchalantly saying, “Would you like some pretzels, ma? They gluten-free.”

E!42 MILES chuckling loudly when you downright ask him why was he following you everywhere like a stalking creep, amused that you haven’t gotten the message yet

E!42 MILES picking up your chin to make you give him all of your attention, leaning down to where your lips brushed against each other, and spoke in a quiet tone no one else heard,

“Doesn’t matter where you go or what you do conejita (bunny), I’ll be there."

ENDING A/N:  Is this really extra and extremely unrealistic, damn right. But its funny.

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TAGS:

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[deeoccasionallyspeaks]

satoru takes up a large amount of space. no matter where you go or who all is there, he is sure to be the standout simply because his presence is so overwhelming (but in a good way).

good for him, as he loves the attention. bad for you, in the sense that people cannot stop gawking at your man.

you take him to one of your job’s holiday parties as your plus one. and you’d mentioned your lovely boyfriend to your coworkers on multiple occasions, but as your fairly new, this is their first time meeting him in person.

“be nice, toru. i work with these people every day so don’t be weird” you warn him in a playful tone, knowing that they’ll all love him but also reminding him not to lay it on too heavy.

“i’ll be good, sweetheart. i promise” he replies with that signature cheeky grin, but you know he genuinely plans to behave. he knows how important this is to you, you’ve been yapping about all week (his words, not yours).

& he does keep his word. maybe a little too well.

he’s making conversation with your coworkers, introducing himself as your “other half”- overall mingling perfectly well. all up until you start noticing a couple of them grouped in the corner, staring satoru down as if he were a piece of meat. you’re not dumb, obviously you know what they’re thinking:

“wow, he’s hot”

“& he’s with y/n?”

“i just would never expect the two of them together… good for them”

if you hadn’t introduced him as your boyfriend of 4 years, you’re absolutely certain they’d find the quickest way to weasel themselves into his life - or maybe even just his pants. you can’t help the jealousy that blooms in you.

but satoru, ever the most observing partner (and also sickeningly in love with you), notices the slight furrow in your eyes. who sees that you’re clearly uncomfortable with something - he’s just not quite sure what yet. so he does what any man who’s unbelievably in love does and walks over to you, briefly excusing himself from the people he was previously engaging with, & slinks his arm around your waist in a manner that seems almost innate to him. he noses into your ear, quietly whispering “hey, you good?”

& that’s the thing that amazes you the most about him. a lot of people will say satoru is full of himself; failing the capacity to care for others as much as he does himself. but they don’t know your satoru. the one who subconsciously puts your favorite tea blend on the counter in the morning because he knows for a fact that you’ll want it today. the one who offers to help you look through and sort your emails after a long day at work (he has not a clue how your job works, but is willing to help nonetheless). the one who pulls your feet into his lap and starts massaging them because he saw you slightly wince when taking your shoes off for the day.

& because of that, you’ll never worry or care about those who throw themselves at him. because you know for damn certain that you are his & he is yours.

you turn your head to look up at him, not being able to hide the smile finding its way to your face.

“im great, baby”

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i wrote this while drinking wine and i did not proofread it; im just in love with him is all. i want to live in his skin

#jjk #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #satoru x reader #gojo fluff

[peachsayshi]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachsayshi/725293016728862720/hc-examples-how-they-react-to-your-first-kiss

hi!!! first of all i just wanted to say i’ve been following you for a while and i just love your writing!!! could you do a scenario where kento and reader have a child together 😭 hope you have a great day 🫶

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ "rainy days" tags: fluff; children; only suggestive in the end; domestic moments {20+ /minors/ageless/blank blogs dni}

n: I hope you enjoy this, nonnie! > wc: 650

nanami opens his eyes, fighting the heaviness of deep sleep and trying to clear the bleary haze obstructing his view. a soft rumble in the distance reverberates around the room, followed by a quartet of heavy rain pattering heavily against the window. a flash of white illuminates his surroundings, and with one final blink the man sees the peaceful image before him.

you're fast asleep, worn down from the excitement of the day where you spent the entire morning having a long painting session with your daughter. there's a streak of blue marking your cheeks, matching the colorful handprints all over nanami's old, worn grey t-shirt that you are wearing. resting between you both is his three year old daughter, her body curled towards your chest with the rhythm of her soft breaths matching yours.

the man can't help but smile at the sight, a bloom of love sprouting from deep inside his heart and stretching towards his ribs.

his daughter rolls over, eyes half open as she gazes up at him in complete confusion. nanami chuckles quietly to himself, and brings his hand down to smooth aside the strands of her soft hair to lull her back to sleep.

she mumbles a quiet "papa" and he hums with reassurance to let her know that he's there. her small hands find his shirt, and she squeezes her fingers around the fabric as she closes her eyes once more.

nanami arches down to kiss the top of her without realizing that the small shifts have roused you from your own slumber.

"what time is it?" you murmur, as you inch your body closer towards your daughter, like you're seeking out the core of warmth radiating between you both.

nanami glances outside to the dark, bleak grey and casually shrugs his shoulder as he places his large palm against his daughter's back.

"no idea," he murmurs, his deep voice thick with exhaustion.

"I was supposed to take a shower after I finished cleaning her up," you grumble in disbelief as you lift onto your elbow to rest your cheek against the palm of your hand.

nanami smiles before mirroring your position so he can face you properly, "I didn't have the heart to wake you," he admits shyly.

you fingers reach for his golden strands, and you gently brush them behind his ear before tracing along the shell. "did you manage to find everything at the supermarket?"

his hand lifts away from his baby girl to reach for you wrist, and he kisses the inside of your palm.

"everything except the honey crackers"

you pout with disappointment because those crackers are your daughter's favorite snack, but the brush of nanami's thumb on the back of your hand captures your attention once again.

"if it wasn't for the rain, I would run around the whole city looking for them..."

you stare into his eyes with admiration, knowing full well that your husband was speaking the truth.

"you don't need to prove to me that you would do anything for this girl, Kento..." you tease with a cheeky grin.

"correction," he remarks with an arched brow, as he places a second kiss against the pulse inside your wrist, "I would do anything for both my girls."

your heart flutters, sprouts wings and nearly flies right out of your chest.. with careful consideration of the tiny bundle of love between you, you slip away from his grasp to push back his hair as you arch forward and place a sweet kiss on nanami's forehead.

"I'm going to hop in the shower," you murmur against his skin with a slight veil of flirtation.

"want some company?"

you hum with amusement, "company sounds nice..."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," he replies, the glint in his eye so sinful that it strikes the most sensitive parts of you, "let me just tuck our girl in properly..."

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥requests are open for all characters except: nanami kento.

#requests.✍️ #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento fluff #nanami x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami x you #nanami fluff

[bon2bonn]

My hand to hold p.3

Daniel Ricciardo X driver!reader

She liked to seclude herself before big races, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall away from the others as they chatted before they were called to head out , her headphones on and one of her classics playing on repeat as a mean to loosen up her mind before jumping in her car .

Danny always notice , he knows with one look what she feels and if she's having a good day or when she's not feeling so great, some days she'll try to engage in the conversations to distract herself , but when it's a particularly bad day she'd stay away from everyone, her voice gets quieter and her energy lower than usual.

On these days He'd let her have a moment of silence before deciding to keep her company . He'd just walk up to her , standing silently beside her untill she finally turn to give him attention . He gave her a cheeky smile when she raised a questioning eyebrow at him accustomed to his antics but never pushed him away , so he plopped down next to her his own headphones on , gesturing with his head to ask what she's listening to? ignoring her squinting eyes in the process. She huffed before turning her phone to him , showing the track playing along with the title, his eyes lit up before snatching her phone , connecting his headphones to let the music flow into his ears, restarting the track much to her annoyance , he then put it aside and out of the way while he stands back up , smiling as she followed his actions with her eyes, he stood tall with one hand behind his back and the other over his heart as he stood before her making her tilt her head in confusion as she watched him giving an exaggerated bow before extending his hand out for her asking for a dance.

She shook her head frantically raising her knees up in defense, he raised his eyebrows widening his eyes in attempt to get her to give in mouthing " please" patting his eyelashes for more effect , she only glared at him making him wiggle his eyebrows in triumph when she finally rolled her eyes at him , extended her hand out to put into his still waiting hand .

He helped her up , straighten his back but waited patiently , making her huff before giving a courtesy of her own with a still unimpressed face , stepping up to him as he extended his other hand out waiting for her to move , she took it before placing it on her back then placed hers on his shoulder, nodding along with the music flowing through their headphones before they started moving in sync with the notes , feet swiftly moving in harmony as they danced their way through the music .

He beamed with pride as he saw the worry and stress leaves her and be replaced with a more relaxed , a smile peeking it's way on her lips, his own smile widened as a giggle slipped out when he suddenly twirled her around before dipping her back, letting her grips his hand as she laughed in delight at the sudden move , her smile on full display as he held her back up and kept dancing to the last tone .

She ended the dance with another courtesy , her hand raised in his as she looked up at him , this time with her face blooming with a wide genuine smile as he bows once again giving her an equally wide grin , both tuning as they heard clapping from the other side not noticing the small audience watching them with a pleasingly surprised looks , with lando and Charles dancing or at least trying to on the side before they stumbled as lando stepped on Charles foot causing the Ferrari driver to let out a small scream before he hopped in pain lifting his injured foot which made lando sidesteps and tumble down dragging Charles with him .

Everyone turned to the fallen drivers, taking their attention away from the former duo who now sat back down against the wall with the female driver's head now leaning against Daniel's shoulder , his hand held between hers with her fingers tracing his tattoos delicately while he scrolled through his phone with the other, both basking in the comfortable silence of eachother company.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fic #wys #f1 x female reader #weathering your storm #f1 fanfic #f1 x driver!reader #f1 x female driver #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x driver!reader

[softcitrus2345]

Full Tank

This is a little written piece I made after a series of doodles from a while back that I ended up liking. A lot XD I sprinkled in the doodles that inspired this written piece into the post as well for double the fun >;3c I'm NOT an experienced writer by any means and this was mostly for fun so I could explore my own characters, but ye, I figured I might as well share it here with yall TTwTT This piece includes themes of funnel feeding, stuffing, male weight gain, some squish stuff and a light dash of spice near the end And of course, a big ass scoop of FLUFF >:Dc

This little blurb features Vanessa (she/her) and Damien (he/him), my two (favorite) lovebugs TTwTT

Hope yall like it! :3

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Vanessa stirred in bed, her arms reaching out for the plush warmth that she expected to be there, only to be met with empty bedsheets

Her eyes fluttered open and sure enough, there was a sizeable indent in the bed where her partner should have been..

The clock on the bedside table marked 1:26 am <<Where could he have gone off to at this time of night??>> She thought, but the little voice in the back of her mind already knew the answer…

She felt around the nightstand before locating her glasses, which she hastily put on as she walked out of the bedroom

Tiptoeing down the long and elaborate flight of stairs, the vampire made her way toward the kitchen. Though she was still getting used to living in a mansion, she knew all too well where this room was..

As she approached the dining room, she could hear noises coming from somewhere in the kitchen. <<Found you>> She grinned, her movements slow and calculated so as not to alert the lycanthrope. The faint glow of the open fridge illuminated a small portion of the otherwise dark kitchen, painting a perfect picture of what events had occurred while she wasn't there

Several empty containers of food were strewn about the kitchen counter, picked clean and discarded while the perpetrator focused on his next course, his tall, plump frame hunched over, while his head and hands were stuck in the fridge, busy devouring whatever he could get his hands on

The back of his shirt had just begun to ride up, exposing a small sliver of pale flesh

Vanessa could hardly contain her excitement as the gap between her and her gluttonous partner grew shorter and shorter

"Hey handsome~" she purred, hugging Damien from the back, squeezing the bottom of his belly, nearly melting as she felt the warm softness between her fingers

Damien's whole body jumped, his head shooting up and slamming into the top of the fridge interior before turning around, groaning softly as he rubbed his head with his clean hand

"V-Vanessa-!!" He squeaked, his crumb-covered face red as a beet, pale skin further emphasizing the embarrassment blooming on his cheeks

"I was j-jus- uhmm.." he backed away from the fridge a bit, straightening up to his full height and wiping the evidence off his flushed face

"Hey, it's okay, you were just hungry... You know I'd never discourage you from getting something to eat~" She chuckled, watching her boyfriend's sheepish expression as he towered over her like an oversized kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar

She snuck several glances at his midsection, her own face growing warmer

An idea blossomed in her mind, making the corners of her mouth curl into a cheeky grin

"Here, I'll help you," she said, grabbing Damien by the hand before he could protest and bringing him into the dining room, where she sat him in one of the wooden chairs that she pulled from the table

The chair made a distinctive creak as he sat down, causing the pair to blush once more

"What're you-" "Shhhh, you'll love it, I promise" she interrupted his questioning, pressing a finger to his lips

"I'll be back in a bit, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, 'kay?" She smiled, planting a small peck on his round cheek before hopping off to the kitchen again

In the kitchen, Vanessa opened the fridge to find Damien's most recent "snack", a large chocolate cake she had been saving for the next day. No matter, it surely won't go to waste..

She picked up the cake and set it on the counter, smiling as she saw the small portion that he had ripped out of the cake with his greedy hands

Then opening the freezer, she grabbed several quarts of vanilla ice cream and set them near the cake

As Damien sat in his chair, awaiting whatever surprise Vanessa was preparing for him, he heard the whirring of the blender, which seemed to go on for quite a while, before stopping and continuing the same routine a couple more times

Damien felt his stomach growl again, demanding more, despite having consumed quite a bit already

"Hhhokay.. calm down, you can wait a few more minutes.." he said to himself, noticing his heartbeat increasing in frequency as the minutes ticked by

"Alriiiight, it's ready!" She called in a sing-songy voice from the kitchen "Close your eyes for me, and no peeking, or you won't get any-"

Of course, he knew she didn't really mean that, but Damien played along, keeping his eyes closed as he opened his mouth, awaiting whatever she had conjured up for him

He was caught off guard by the cylindrical form that entered his maw, which Vanessa had pushed further back into his mouth before he realized what it was, making a small noise between a whimper and a gasp before staying seated, the chair creaking a bit more as he squirmed, flustered out of his mind

Almost immediately after the tube was positioned in his mouth, his taste buds were bombarded with a cold, rich, chocolatey liquid

Several more flustered huffs came from him as he began to hastily drink down the substance in thick gulps

"I wanted to try something new tonight, I've been saving this little tool for a.. special occasion~" Vanessa purred, her eyes focused on her partner while she kept her hands steady, pouring the cake shake into the funnel with relative ease, despite the sizeable pitcher she carried being nearly full of dense liquid

Damien couldn't respond, he could only focus on drinking every last drop of the shake, so he wouldn't make a mess of course~

As he continued to drink, he felt his shirt become tighter and begin to ride up, his growing belly pushing against the fabric while gradually occupying more space in his lap

"Hmmnh, ghmmmg…. ghlpg- ghhhhhn?" Damien whined as the flow of the shake trickled to a stop

"Oh don't you worry lovely, there's still plenty more where that came from.." Vanessa responded, picking up a second pitcher and tipping it into the funnel once more

"Hmmmmmmmmhhhhh.." Damien hummed in satisfaction as his cheeks flushed pink once more as he continued his routine of gulping down more, and more, and more

His hands slowly traveled their way up his lap and on top of his belly, lightly pressing on its cushioned surface, as he expanded more by the second

Vanessa knew him too well, she was much better at initiating these sorts of activities, where he could indulge in his own, less conventional desires, and he adored her for it

At the end of the second pitcher, he could already feel his stomach churning, trying its best to keep up with the sudden surge of calories, growling and groaning loudly while Damien panted, the tube still in his mouth

That should have been enough, but something in him wanted more

Luckily he wasn't quite finished with his task, as Vanessa picked up the final pitcher she had prepared

Damien's eyes fluttered open, panting and staring above him at his partner, his eyes almost desperate as she grinned at her greedy boyfriend They both exchanged a look, blushing as Vanessa lifted up the last of the sweet liquid

"Almost done, this is all that's left, so you might wanna savor-" she cut herself off, pouring in the last pitcher without warning, flooding his mouth once again with the sweet sludge

Damien spluttered for a second, some of the shake dribbling down his mouth and onto his shirt, before getting a hang of it, taking fast, heavy gulps to keep up with the pace while Vanessa poured, giggling as she watched her partner's efforts to keep up

He closed his eyes once more as he felt himself become fuller and fuller, rubbing his hands in soothing circles over his now-exposed belly, feeling it grow bigger with each passing moment

Vanessa held her breath as she watched the last of the precious fattening shake flow down the funnel and into her blimping boyfriend

When it was all finished, she pulled the tube out, Damien in a daze as it left his mouth, before letting out a loud belch and a small groan, still rubbing his belly in a food-drunk state

There was so much of it in him that she could hear the faint sloshing of the shake in his gut as it bubbled and churned the thousands of calories worth of shake into more wonderful softness

The vampire cooed, completely enamored and glad to finally be able to massage his engorged belly, planting several kisses on it before working her way up to his face

"You did so well hon, you finished every single drop, I bet this feels nice hm?" She smiled ear to ear, watching her partner blush, a completely flustered mess

Vanessa leaned on his belly and brought herself close to his face, the shift in weight causing another belch to come out before Damien quickly closed his mouth, face reddening

Vanessa chuffed at his reaction, leaning in further as she kissed and licked the excess shake off of his soft face and neck

She reveled in his response, his small flustered noises making her heart flutter

"Th- * hff * thank you.." he panted, leaning in for a longer kiss, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her further into his belly. Vanessa squeaked, melting into his embrace, hearing his gut's protests to this new disturbance

Once their lips parted, Vanessa locked eyes with Damien before grabbing him by both pudgy hands and attempting to pull him into a standing position

He obeyed, though it took a second to adjust to the sloshing weight inside him, feeling like an oversized water balloon

He continued holding Vanessa's hand as she began to gently guide him out of the kitchen, leaving the cleanup for tomorrow

"V-VanesshuoOorp– Where * huff * are we g-* hic! * going..?"

"To bed, silly~! Can't really snuggle ya if you're sitting on a hard chair, now, can I~?"

"I brrrUp- guess no-ot.."

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Though it took them a while to get all the way up the steps, Vanessa remained patient, giving loving words of encouragement as Damien clung to her, using his other hand to keep his belly from sloshing around too much while he walked

It was such an amazing relief when he planted himself back on the cushioned bed, his whole body sinking further into the edge where he sat, huffing and puffing

His belly was so heavy that he had to lean on his hands behind him on the bed to maintain his balance, the large mound moving up and down with each breath

The fabric of his shirt strained to contain the little bit of his belly that still remained covered, along with his plush moobs

Vanessa blushed, reaching behind her partner "This looks so tight, let me help you with that" She gingerly pulled the fabric of the shirt up, finally releasing his behemoth belly and allowing him to breathe a bit easier

Damien let out a chuffed sigh of relief as the burden was removed from him, his belly pushing out further in his lap as he relaxed

"I * hff * really needed * huff * that, thanks 'Nessa.." he sighed

"My pleasure, cutie" she hummed, giving him a peck on the forehead and ruffling his soft, white hair affectionately

There was a moment of silence as both retained eye contact before the albino spoke

"Yknow… I'm still feeling pretty hungry…" he said, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he patted his overstuffed gut with one hand, keeping the other on the mattress for balance

"O-oh??" Vanessa sputtered, her eyes widening

"* bHUurp- * Yeah… and I've got the * huff * perfect l-little morsel right * puff * hhere in front of me~" he slurred, grabbing Vanessa by the arms surprisingly fast for how full and dazed he seemed a moment ago, swinging them around and pinning her to the bed underneath his heavy gut

The vampire barely had a moment to react as she froze, her heart going at a mile a minute, processing what he had just said, and the position she was now in…

Though he held himself up firmly above her, his large belly hung low enough to still weigh her down a considerable amount

She just stared into his eyes as he smiled down at her, a very rare smug look on his rounded face

"Gotta return the * hfff- * f-favor~"

Vanessa gasped as she completely melted at his touch while his warm lips began planting sloppy kisses all over her cheeks and neck

Vanessa shuddered in delight, feeling his warm breath on her skin

Suddenly she began feeling small gentle pinches on her neck and shoulders, before realizing he had been incorporating a few little love bites in between kisses…

God, he knew just how to make her melt

She just lay there, her hands sinking into the plush flesh of his chest, feeling as if she was being enveloped in a pleasantly heavy and warm pillow

"Woah… I hadn't realized how h-eavy you'd gotten, honey-" she breathed, her face redder than she thought possible

Damien momentarily paused, looking down at his partner in concern "O-oh? Is it too much? I-I'm not * hff * hurting you am I??"

"Oh no! No, no, it feels… r-really * hff * good, actually… it's perfect~"

"Oh, that's a * hff * r-relief, cause I'm having * huff * waaay too much fun makin' ya * brup- * blush~"

The bed creaked again as Damien shifted his weight, moving an arm up to support himself as he leaned down to kiss his love's forehead

* WHUMP *

Vanessa yelped as her body was enveloped by warm, soft flesh within seconds

Damien belched loudly as all of his weight fell onto his bloated belly… and onto his partner beneath him..

His pointy ear twitched as he heard a small, slightly muffled noise of pleasure coming from beneath his mountainous body before he felt several gentle squeezes to his love handles

Damien felt his face grow hot

There was a moment of stunned silence before he snapped out of it and peeled himself off of his lover, panting

The werewolf gave a flustered, nervous laugh, seeing the vampire's bright red face and wide eyes, her body unmoving as she caught her breath

"Y-you ok down there~?" He asked, stifling a giggle

"That… was amazing…." she sighed, reaching up to hold her face in her hands

"P-please keep going.." she pleaded "Your kisses felt nice…"

Damien melted, immediately giving into her request as he continued his affectionate display, still a bit clumsily as he worked through his food-drunk state

"You're probably.. * hff * the sweetest thing I've * hic! * ever tasted, love~" he cooed between another small bite "I might just get addicted~" he gave a low mischievous laugh as Vanessa made more flustered sounds and giggles

It was rare for Vanessa to be the one to end up so flustered she was speechless...

Damien sighed before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips and carefully slumping onto the bed beside her, his belly sloshing from all the shake still inside it, a small burp coming out from the sudden movement

"I love you like this…" Vanessa finally spoke, her comment making Damien blush heavily, his round cheeks accentuated by the smile that spread across his face

"…Me too.."

The two shuffled closer to one another in bed, unspeaking as they embraced, bodies turned towards each other

The werewolf gently pulled his love into his soft body, humming in delight as he felt two small, cold hands graze his belly, rubbing in gentle circles, small gurgles and groans coming from the full belly of the lycanthrope

The pair lay there in comforting silence, the sound of each other's gentle breathing and low gurgles lulling them both into a warm, dreamless sleep

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hai :3 ABFUIJDSKGS

That's it XD Hope yall liked it, just don't expect much written stuff from me in the future, I'm much better at storytelling through a visual format than I am with written stuff, but I had fun writing this nonetheless!! Hope this blurb makes yall as feral for these two as I am BHFDSIJKGDSB

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The 2023 Yuri Guide - Light Novels

Your ultimate guide to the best Yuri content with over 200 curated titles from every genre and medium.

Bloom Into You: Regarding Saeki Sayaka

• School • Drama • Romance

Saeki Sayaka has always been an old soul—serious and reserved, preferring to focus on her studies rather than make friends. Until, that is, a romantic confession from another girl in middle school turns her carefully ordered world upside down. Though none of her classes have prepared her for this, Saeki must now come to terms with her sexuality in this gentle, coming-of-age novel about grappling with first love, growing up, and relating to other people.

~Written by Hitoma Iruma, Illustrated and Created by Nakatani Nio~ Licensed by Seven Seas Entertainment

The Executioner and Her Way of Life

• Action • Fantasy • Isekai • Enemies to Lovers

When Menou, an Executioner of deadly interdimensional “Lost Ones,” encounters a Lost One named Akari who can cheat death, she sets out on a mission to kill the unkillable girl — but her newly stirring feelings might get in the way of her blade.

~Created by Mato Sato, Illustrated by nilitsu~ Licensed by Yen Press

Girls Kingdom

• School • Romance • Comedy • Master/Servant

All Misaki wanted was a free education. Instead, she accidentally lands an exclusive contract with the most prestigious girl in school... to serve as her personal maid! Misaki soon discovers that Amanotsuka Academy for Girls is no ordinary school—her classes are all about how to be a maid, too! Students who impress the school’s elite young ladies with their domestic service skills might be lucky enough to become a “Seraph,” guaranteeing them a job with an upper-class household after they graduate.

~Created  by Nayo, Illustrated by Shio Sakura~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

Girls’ Love of the Dead

• Horror • Mystery

When Mitsuki’s best friend suddenly dies, she decides to seek out the old abandoned building of their school, the Romero Private Academy for Girls. But when she meets her dear Rin again, there are quite a lot of reasons why the other girl doesn’t remember her…

~Created by Nanaoku Hoshii, Illustrated by Akiko Morishima~ Licensed by Manga Planet

I’m in Love with the Villainess: She’s so Cheeky for a Commoner

• Isekai • School • Comedy • Action • Fantasy • Romance • Enemies to Lovers

Claire François has it all: beauty, brains, and the blood of nobility. As the daughter of a high-ranking noble, she takes her status and the according responsibilities with utmost seriousness—even as the king threatens to undermine his realm’s stability with his visions of “meritocracy.” Claire is nevertheless prepared to take this societal change in stride, until one of the new commoner students at her elite academy, Rae Taylor, turns her life upside down. Everything about Rae confounds Claire, from her behavior to her intellect to her bizarre fixation on Claire herself. Little does she realize just how much Rae will change her world, and how much she’ll change Rae in turn.

~Created  by Inori, Illustrated by Hanagata~ Licensed by Seven Seas Entertainment

Last and First Idol

• Horror • Sci-Fi • Anthology

"Bye-bye, Earth! My idol activities here were so much fun!” A wannabe idol turned reality-shattering entity, existential isekai organisms, and a space opera about murderous voice actors… Award-winning author Gengen Kusano presenting an astounding collection of three harrowing existential widescreen yuri baroque proletariat hard sci-fi idol story has carved out a new legend in science fiction history! These high-concept stories are crammed full of horrific imagery and exceptionally detailed science that will leave your mind reeling.

~Created by Gengen Kusano~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

A Lily Blooms in Another World

• Isekai • Romance • Fantasy • Enemies to Lovers

Miyako Florence isn’t sad when her fiancé breaks off their engagement after two years. It’s all according to plan! Whisked into the world of her favorite otome game, Miyako frees herself from a dull noble to pursue her true soulmate: the game’s villainess Fuuka Hamilton. Proud Fuuka only has eyes for their mutual ex-fiancé! Miyako confesses her love to Fuuka and proposes that they run away together. Fuuka agrees on one condition: Miyako must make her say “I’m happy” in 14 days. With conniving nobles, strange diseases, and magical rituals pulling them apart, can Miyako win the villainess’s heart?

~Created by Ameko Kaeruda, Illustrated by Shio Sakura~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

Lily Clairet

• School • Slice of Life • Weak Yuri

A young girl is arguing with a cherry tree. That's a new one for Lily, who's managed to reach the end of her first year at high school without too much weirdness. Unfortunately for her, it's not long after solving this odd mystery that her untroubled life begins to unravel. Discovering an abandoned room at the end of the music department corridor, she finds that aside from it being utterly run-down, it's also devoid of its sole occupant: Sonata Sonoda, the missing journalism club president.

~Created by Kaye Ng, Illustrated by Rumikuu~ Independently Published

LOVELY! My Adorable Mamecchi

• School • Romance • Friends to Lovers

Everyone may have their eyes on the charming, prince-like Hikaru, but there's only one person Hikaru's got her eyes on - her darling childhood friend Mamecchi! But between Mamecchi's hot-and-cold personality and Hikaru's subconscious denials, this sure doesn't look like a recipe for success...when a certain repeat customer gets into Mamecchi's good graces, will Hikaru finally muster up the courage to confess to her first love?

~Kumako Nanbu, Hiromi Takashima~ Licensed by Manga Planet

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

• Fantasy • Romance • Comedy • Isekai

Despite her supposed ineptitude with regular magic, Princess Anisphia defies the aristocracy's expectations by developing "magicology," a unique magical theory based on memories from her past life. One day, she witnesses the brilliant noblewoman Euphyllia unjustly stripped of her title as the kingdom's next monarch. That's when Anisphia concocts a plan to help Euphyllia regain her good name-which somehow involves them living together and researching magic! Little do these two ladies know, however, that their chance encounter will alter not only their own futures, but those of the kingdom...and the entire world!

~Created by Piero Karasu, Illustrated by Yuri Kisaragi~ Licensed by Yen Press

ROLL OVER AND DIE: I Will Fight for an Ordinary Life with My Love and Cursed Sword!

• Fantasy • Action • Horror • Master/Servant • Slow Burn

Flum Apricot was never meant to be a hero. Despite zero stats across the board and a power she can’t even use, she somehow finds herself included in a party of heroes. But Flum’s life hits rock bottom when the party’s renowned sage, Jean Inteige, decides that the useless girl is dead weight, and arranges to have her sold into slavery. Tossed to monsters to be feasted upon for her master’s entertainment, Flum makes the desperate choice to reach for a cursed weapon…and something new awakens within her. A grimdark tale about one woman’s blood-soaked quest to reclaim her life!

~Created by kiki, Illustrated by kinta~ Licensed by Seven Seas Entertainment

Sasayaki no Kiss -Read my lips.-

• School • Romance • Drama

Haruka has always lived in a soundless world. But not in her dreams, where she can hear her own voice - and the voice of the only other person in the dream with her, a beautiful high school student wearing an adorable, unfamiliar school uniform. Haruka knows this is just a dream, but why does a part of her think it's more than that? Is this girl she finds falling asleep in the park really the literal girl of her dreams?

~Created by Kumako Nambu, Illustrated by Akiko Morishima~ Licensed by Manga Planet

Seriously Seeking Sister! Ultimate Vampire Princess Just Wants Little Sister

• Comedy • Fantasy • Yuri Harem

Long ago, on the continent of Ephenia, there existed the feared tribe of vampires called “True Bloods,” whose great strength allowed them to reign supreme over all other tribes. However, a millennium has passed, and any trace of them has vanished off the face of the planet. That is, until the youngest and most talented royal daughter of the True Bloods awakens in the modern day.

~Created by Hiironoame, Illustrated by Siso~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

Sexiled: My Sexist Party Leader Kicked Me Out, So I Teamed Up With a Mythical Sorceress!

• Fantasy • Comedy • Action

Tanya Artemiciov is a talented Mage-class adventurer who just got kicked out of her party by a sexist scumbag. So what's a girl to do? Go to the wasteland and blow stuff up of course! One small problem though: she inadvertently frees a mythical Sorceress named Laplace who was sealed away for the past 300 years… Surprise! Turns out this so-called "wicked" Sorceress is actually pretty cool. Laplace wants to start a party of her own, Tanya wants revenge, and the solution is obvious: team up. It's time to kick ass, kiss girls, and dismantle the patriarchy!

~Created by Ameko Kaeruda, Illustrated by Kazutomo Miya~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

Side-By-Side Dreamers

• Sci-Fi • Supernatural • Action • Fated Lovers • Love at First Sight

Unbeknownst to the common citizens, a battle has been unfolding between the Suiju, beings that possess people's spirits in the land of sleep, and the Sleepwalkers, who have the power to move about freely in their dreams. Saya Hokage, a high school girl who is unable to sleep due to insomnia, encounters Hitsuji Konparu, a girl who can put anyone to sleep as a “lover” in a dream. When Hitsuji's senpai sees potential in Saya, she ends up joining them and their group of Sleepwalkers on their mission.

~Created by Iori Miyazawa~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

Two Guns Under the Sheet

• Action • Drama • Enemies to Lovers • Shakaijin • Love at First Sight

All Aya wanted was a one-night stand that could take her mind off her lost love, but with Sakura, she may have finally gotten more than a one-night stand - she may have finally found "The One"! But before she rushes into imagining their future together, there's one uncomfortable question Aya has to face first - could it be possible that her beautiful new love is somehow related to the same organization she's bound by duty to destroy?

~Created by Kumako Nambu, Illustrated by Akiko Morishima~ Licensed by Manga Planet

Yuri Tama: From Third Wheel to Trifecta 

• School • Romance • comedy

Yuna Momose and Rinka Aiba were made for each other, and their whole school knows it. Between Yuna's princess-like elegance and Rinka's prince-like charm, all their classmates see them as the ideal couple. Yotsuba Hazama is no exception to that, but she is exceptional in another way: she's somehow managed to become fast friends with both of them! Having the whole school's favorite ship as her two best friends isn't exactly easy, though. Not only does it make everyone treat Yotsuba like a particularly obnoxious third wheel, it makes her feel like one too! Or at least it does, until one day, Yuna asks her out. And then Rinka asks her out too! And Yotsuba, whose social anxiety never seems to kick in until after she's already messed something up...says yes to both of them, without sparing so much as a single thought for the consequences. Oops! Now Yotsuba only has one choice: keep her accidental two-timing under wraps and make both of her new girlfriends as happy as she possibly can!

~Created by toshizou, Illustrated by Kuro Shina~ Licensed by J-Novel Club

Yuri Will Not Blossom at Work!

• Drama • Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Shakaijin

Just as Rikka thinks the matchmaking event she grudgingly signed up for can’t get any more dreadful, she runs into her colleague-slash-rival Yuri Kisugi. Using Rikka’s embarrassment as leverage, Yuri compels Rikka into helping her find the perfect candidate to marry. Rikka goes along with Yuri’s antics with the hopes it will lead her rival away while she climbs up the company ranks. But what happens when Rikka’s nurturing tendencies coincide with Yuri’s secret vulnerabilities?…

~Created by Mai Yanagawa, Illustrated by Ruri Hazuki~ Licensed by Manga Planet

Yurizen! Salon -Shirayuri’s Comforting Food Therapy-

• Shakaijin • Romance • Slow Burn

Was it fate that led to Miiko meeting Doctor Shirayuri that one rainy day…or was it just her cramps? Pâtissier Miiko works through little pains like the rest of us, but when her ailments begin to affect her work, there’s got to be something she can do about it. Enter beautiful, mysterious herbal medicine doctor Shirayuri, who might be the solution to Miiko’s problems – in more ways than one!

~Created by Kumako Nambu, Illustrated by Miso Higashikawa~ Licensed by Manga Planet

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Azriel x Reader | Oblivious

type: fluff warning(s): just pure fluff word count: 2.3k words request: Hello🤗 are your requests still open? If so can I request some friends to lovers with mutual pining for azriel. Love your writing by the way☺️☺️ Obviously everyone in the IC notices it and tries to help them a little bit. 

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“It was a joke,” you cackle, tears rolling out of your eyes. Azriel is merciless. His fingertips dig into your sides, tickling you with a devilish grin on his face. “A joke,” you pant, your stomach muscles flexing, air wheezing in and out of your lungs. “Stop it!” You try to swat at the shadowsinger’s shoulder, trying to wiggle him off of you, but it is useless. 

“Then take it back,” Azriel orders, trying to act all stern and indifferent as his usual demeanor seems to be. The stress is on usual. When he is with you he is different. 

From the first moment that you and Azriel have become friends he has felt different. He felt so loved —in a friendly way only, of course. It was a feeling that filled his chest with warmth every time he saw you, that made him smile like a dork when just thinking about you and—

Alright, it was not just a friendly way in which he thinks about you. Yes, you started as friends, but gods! Look at you—how should Azriel not fall for you? 

For the shadowsinger it seems like a sheer impossibility to not create feelings for you. In his eyes you are the epitome of perfection. Your laugh, your smile, your cheeky remarks, how you help him out of his loneliness, how you laugh at his jokes, how you are there for him after especially difficult and dreadful missions. How you are generally always there for him. How you have his back, how much you support him and how much you like spending time with him as well. 

“A joke?“ Azriel‘s brow raises in challange, his hand stilling on your hip, holding you down, his other hand pressing down on your shoulder when he leans over you.

“Yes, a joke!“ you try to defend yourself, tears still in your eyes from all the laughter. Your belly hurts, the muscles sore from how much you have cackled in the past minutes. You exhale a loud breath when you meet Azriel‘s gaze, his eyes like heated honey, full of life and light, sparkling with an emotion you can‘t quite place. 

Azriel glancs at you, how your chest heaves with deep inhales and how bright your eyes look, glancing up at him with so much admiration and…love? Is it love? Or is it just love in a friendly way. 

He has no time to ponder any longer when you sit up quickly, coming face to face with him, noses nearly touching, mere inches from each other, breathing the same air. “You have to learn to understand a bit of fun, shadowsinger,“ you drawl, your voice coming out much more breathy than intended. It is probably this closeness that does these things to your body, that makes tiny tingles appear in your belly and your mind lose focus. 

Azriel draws in a deep breath, eyes still locked with yours and only momentarily dropping to your lips before jumping back up. “I understand fun,“ he whispers, lips nearly brushing yours. “I understand a lot of fun.“

“I doubt that, shadowsinger,“ you answer, cocking your head and arching a brow. You just have to leave this closeness, otherwise you would probably make a move and that move would be kissing him. And kissing him…that could not happen. You were friends. He saw you as a friend and a friend only, it would be so out of place to kiss him.

A kernel of frustration blooms in Azriel‘s chest. Has he maybe thought that this would lead to your very first kiss? Maybe, yes. Has he had hopes at least? He definitely did.

But well, you see him as a friend, a friend only, Azriel knows this. So kissing you would have totally been out of place. 

Inhaling deeply, Azriel tries to calm his rapidly beating heart, hoping to slow it, as it is now beating in his throat from just thinking about kissing you. His shadows swirl happily around his body, wings tucking in as they used to twitch from excitement. Too much is somehow happening in his mind and body and Azriel is kind of anxious that the moment he parts his lips to say anything, only weird rambling with leave his mouth. So he forces a weak smile to his lips, hoping that you are the one who says something first. 

“Have you tried measuring?“

Your feisty, quirky mouth, Azriel thinks, bringing his hand up and flicking your cheak. “Yes, you little ass, Cassian has done that a few times already and that is how we know.“

“And if I ask Cass?“

“He will obviously say his wingspan is the largest,“ Azriel says, rolling his eyes, but chuckling lowly. Your eyes are so bright when they meet his that his heart nearly bursts out of his chest. A grin appears on your face, mischievous and wicked and you lean closer again. “Well, how do we now find out who is lying?“

Also leaning forward, Azriel noses presses against yours, his scent of night-chilled and cedar slowly seeping into your nostrils, his shadows peeling of his body, sliding towards you, almost tentatively brushing over your skin. “You just trust me and that is it. Unless you want to measure. I would love to see how you ask the High Lord if he is willing to do it.“ 

His brow arches in a cocky way, challenge and confidence lacing his features. You smile, his warm breath tingling your skin, his closeness having your heart beat frantically. “Maybe I just–“

“Games evening is about to start!“

You are almost fuming, wanting to stand up and let your palm make contact with Cassian‘s face. But no, you are not violent and there is no blame to place on Cassian. 

Rapidly snatching your heads back, you both lean as far away from each other as it is possible from sitting on the couch. Colour blooms high on Azriel‘s cheeks, his shadows vividly encircling their owner. You feel warmth fill you from your cleavage up to the top of your head, your cheeks a deep beet root red. 

“I-I…I—“

“I think we should go to—“

“Family dining you,“ you finish for him. Smiling weakly and slowly wiggling of the couch. You wipe your hands, that are clammy with sweat, down your thighs, clearing them off the sweat. Azriel also stands, clearing his throat, rolling back his shoulders and craning his neck before adjusting both his pants and shirt, nervously pulling fumbling with the edges. 

You mumble some incomprehensive words under your breath when you head for the door, Azriel letting you go first and you slide into the big family dining room where everyone is already sat around the table, leaving only two places  between Mor and Cassian empty. Two places for Azriel and you. Because, other than the two of you, the Inner Circle is not so oblivious. They know of our equal pining and know that you two are just two fools in love who are just a but too blind. Cassian happily pats the place next to him, signalling for Azriel to take a seat while you stroll over to Mor‘s side and plop down on the chair next to her. 

“What have you been up to? Cass called at least four times before you finally reacted,“ Nesta chuckles and shoots you a wink. A wink that has you blushing even more, because you are almost one hundred percent positive that she knows exactly what you two have been up to. Obviously Nesta has always noticed you or Azriel stealing glances at each other during dinner, during training, during…basically everything. And yes, both of you always says that you are just friends, but Nesta sees right through it. Sees right through the lie and knows you two are just too blind. 

“Just talking,“ you quickly answer, grabbing the wine bottle from the middle of the table and pouring some into your glass. “Must have been an intense talk,“ Cassian chuckles.

You meet Azriel‘s gaze who sits down next to you, his lips forming a grin that has you giggling loudly. Your gazes locked, you both laugh, because yes, the talk has been intense. Somehow at least. 

You find yourself in your own bubble for a moment, both laughing at this insider, eyes not once leaving the other‘s, cheeks rosy, heart swelling and chest warming. Only Rhys clearing his throat fetches you back to reality. He places a stack of all kinds of games on the table. 

Game night is also always intense. No one really likes losing, all of you are quite eager and so you all give your best, battling each other and trying to beat each other with wit, intelligence, speed or knowledge. 

“Cheating!“ Cassian hollers and shoves Azriel who tumbles onto you. He catches himself with bracing his hand on the table, still his shoulder and head knocks against you. Glancing at you, a few strands of onyx hair topple over his forehead and you really have to try hard not to push them out of his face. Laughing you both turn away from each other after another round of intense eye contact. You are feeling so hot and actually want to announce that you want to take a break and head outside on the balcony for a moment but Rhys interrupts you and throws in another game. It is a game about tactic and speed and it is played in pairs and obviously everyone immediately decides that you and Azriel will be a team.

A little bit tipsy from the fairy wine you excitedly express your happiness about being in a team with him and that you will beat everyone asses. Azriel, although he knows it is probably the effect of the faery wine, can‘t suppress the big grin, reaching from one ear to the other, to creep up on his face. Because, yes, he is also more than happy and excited. You are merciless–the others don’t even have a chance to win, having to play against to very competitive and eager opponents. And yes, Azriel and you obviously win, celebrating your big success, loudly and happily. Well, you do. Azriel stays his normally calm and reserved, holding your hand while you jump up and down, waving his hand around in the air and telling everyone to take a good look at the two glorious winners. And yes, the fairy wine has definitely been a bit too strong. 

But Azriel loves this. Loves seeing you like this, behaving this free-spirited and excited. He watches you with admiration in his eyes, his heart swelling with happiness and pride about having someone like you in his life. 

Only after another round of the same game and you really needing some fresh air does Azriel finally get some time alone with you. He leads you out onto the balcony, his scarred hand softly placed on your lower back, shoving you through the door and guiding your over to the railing. The night is calm, a bit cool, but nevertheless more than peaceful. 

Velaris is bright with fairy lights when you look down on the city, some chatter, laughter, music still reaching you up there. It is beautiful, phenomenal and once again you can only thank the Mother for making this your home town. Not only because of the beauty of the city but also because of the people living here. Azriel being one of them, the most important you might say. 

“So…” You draw in a deep inhale, hands braced on the railing, leaning against it and looking up at the sky filled with stars. 

“That was fun,” Azriel says, his voice barely above a whisper when he leans against the railing as well, his gaze moving to you, staying. “You look beautiful today, by the way. Always actually, but especially tonight. I love it when your hair is down. It looks really…nice,” Azriel blabbers, colour filling his cheeks. He averts his gaze for a moment, the cocky confidence from early vanishing, leaving a slightly shy shadowsinger behind. But he looks back to you, bracing his feet on the ground and bites down on his lower lip.

“Actually you look stunning. Y/N, I…I really like you.” He is smiling fully and bright when you also turn to him. The sky illuminates behind him, it is close to Starfall, some spirits and stars already travelling above your heads. He looks stunning, like a god of midnight. 

“I really like you, too,” you say, closing the distance between the two of you, your hands sliding over Azriel’s. Your chests are nearly touching when you glance up at him, Azriel is still looking at you. “More than just as friends?” You dip your chin, a silly grin plastering your face. “Yes, more than just as friends.”

A relieved sigh slips through the spymaster’s lips and in an instant his arms wrap around you. “Thank the Mother. I have…or still am falling so hard for you. Gods, Y/N, I love you.”

“I love you,” you express and cannot hold back any longer. You close the distance between your mouths, your heart doing happy leaps when the soft skin of his mouth comes in contact with your lips. You almost melt into the kiss, your souls glowing about finally united, about finally finding their equal. You revel into the kiss, into his soft touch, into the feel of Azriel’s lips against yours, his shadows brushing over your back, his scent filling your nostrils. This is it. This is perfect. 

“You are perfect.” Azriel pulls back and smiles. “More than anything I could have ever hope for. Are you mine now? Finally.”

“All yours. And you are mine.”

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[punkeropercyjackson]

Okay so i'm thinking about punkness in Atsv and i'm gonna be so real,i can't help but believe they faked out with making Gwen punk like they did Hobie-By which i mean they just gave her the aesthetic and interests but not the mentality and certain actions too.Like yes,she's got the side shave that's partially dyed an unnatural color and eyebrow piercing,the swag costume,the civillian outfits,the being a drummer in a rock band,the snark,the respectfully cheeky flirty attitude to her crushes,the tragic backstoryTM,the rebellion,all that's great and i love her so much for it!!!But at the same time,i wish they'd gone full force with it,again,like they did Hobie,especially because they're literally best friends who're heavily implied to have blooming romantic feelings for eachother and act like a couple already,including living together????I know the last bit is due to George kicking her out but A)that makes Gwen x Hobie even more of a punk x punk love story and B)should've realistically given her motivation to take part in activism like charity events and protests and to HATE COPS.That's legit the whole reason her dad's abusive,that he prioritizes the force over her but she was forced to forgive him instead of giving trans kids an incredibly important lesson that you're under no obligation to love your parents if they treat you badly because that's not what a REAL parent does

For fuck's sake,Peter B was more belivable as her dad in Itsv than George was in Atsv and looking back on it this was probably an accident but notice how not ONCE does Gwen bring up her home life!!Hm,wonder why that is considering what happens only a few months later!It feels ooc for Gwen too because in the comics,she was brutal as SHIT and it was GOOD.She was an anti-hero!!She could even qualify as a Red Hood equivalent more than B*cky B*rnes does!And i get it,they had to make her more kid friendly for a pg audience but they deadass had Hobie use the word 'fascists' onscreen and all but outright saying he killed his canon event cop via the blue laces + 'Yeah,what of it?' combo so they didn't need to take pretty much ALL her edge away other than the death subplot!She dosen't even need to kill,i would've been fine with scenes of her being a bully beater in those flashbacks and peeks into Earth 65 and some offhanded references of her and Hobie doing activism together!

Plus her and Margo not even being friends?????Complete horseshit,bonds between black girls and trans girls are basically inherent and i'm speaking from experience and Margo also deserved as much screentime as Hobs and Pav!And Hobie would NOT fucking date someone without radicalizing them,that's not my son!!!!!I finally get a canon pastel punk trans femme in a franchise i was already into only for her writers not to put their whole pussy into it to make her palpable and quirky for whites instead.Can't have shit in the multiverse

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[thekillingmoonmoon]

unholy: jujutsu kaisen

fushiguro toji

part one / part two

Masterlist

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, cheating,  daddy kink (yes I know, I’m scared too), breeding kink, use of the word “mama” in a nonsexual, but sexual way Length:  FULL FIC (part two) (3,3k)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You were addicted to Fushiguro Toji

And it wasn’t just the thick wads of cash he handed you on the daily, it was him: the warm roughness of his palms on your hips, the cheeky twitch of his lips whenever he saw you, the heady scent of leather and cinnamon that swirled around him like smoke. You had never imagined yourself in a relationship with a man like him, let alone a married man, but the way he touched you undid any doubts you had about being with him. And even though he had never said precisely so, you were his.

You could tell by the broad palm against your lower back as he steered you past the queue to one of his many clubs, by the marks you wore along with your new diamond necklace, dark and blooming beneath your skin, by the wink he gave you as all the girls looked on jealousy. You slinked your arm through his and he kissed your forehead, leaning down despite the heels you wore.   “Why don’t you get us something to drink, doll?” he said, hot breath whispering over your ear. You nodded and looked up. He nodded and paused, waiting for you. You raised your eyebrows but placed a cute kiss on his scar and he smacked your ass.  “Atta girl.”

You sidled up to the bar, giving a serving girl a winning smile which was ignored as you leaned on the bar. “Two double whiskies and soda, please,” you asked, “put it on Fushiguro-san’s tab,” you tried to smile again. No dice. “You must be the new bargaining chip,” was the comment, the girl grabbing two glasses and upturning bottles of whisky into the vessels.  “Excuse me?” you asked.  “He’s using you, girlie,” came the snide remark from another waitress.  “Don’t suddenly think you’re special,” the bartender continued, “he may be spoiling you now, but wait until he asks you to sleep with his associate…” she trailed off, staring off at the man now walking through the entrance to the club.  He was big, as big as Toji and a bit taller, all buff muscles and inky tattoos.  “That’s Two-Face,” the waitress quipped, “known arms dealer in the area,”  “And I bet Toji is gonna make you sleep with him to open up a new club in his territory,” the bartender smiled sweetly, sliding you your drinks. You sighed and wondered how expensive the whiskey was and if you could pour it over these two women. Why were women like this about Toji? well, of course, you had some idea, falling under his electric green gaze as you sauntered back to the booth he had commandeered for the night.

The other man, Two-Face, was there too, two girls already sat on his lap and cooing at the tattooed man. But you didn’t miss the way his light eyes flared at you, how even the eyes tattooed onto his skin seemed to follow you as you went to sit beside Toji. Toji didn’t miss his stare either. “Sweetheart, this is Ryomen Sukuna,” he introduced, and Sukuna took your offered hand. You caught the flash of a tattooed mouth on his palm before he surprisingly kissed the back of your hand. “An honour, pretty girl,” his voice slid like silk over your skin. You felt your cheeks heat up and you hoped Toji couldn’t see how flushed Sukuna made you in the low light of the booth.

 The men began to talk, throwing around numbers that had your eyes falling out of your head. Eventually, Toji saw you sipping at your whisky, eyes lost to the dancefloor. “Why don’t you go dance, babygirl,” he whispered into your ear, lips brushing over your cheek.  You smiled and held out your hand to the other girls to invite them with you. They took your hands with a giggle and followed you onto the dancefloor.

You slipped into the sultry beat, letting the music guide your hips and hands as you spun and danced among the throngs. You knew Toji didn’t dance, but he watched, and his gaze prickled along your neck.

 And then thick warm hands were on your hips, spinning you around to press your front to a well-defined chest. It was Sukuna, his tattoos bleeding through his white shirt, shimmering in the thumping light of the club.  You glanced towards the booth but couldn’t see Toji, but his absence made your heart drop. Had he left you here with Sukuna? Had he sealed the deal with the promise of your body, and disappeared off into the night? Sukuna’s fingers dug into your hips, pulling you back to the present. “Toji’s got good taste in girls,” He murmured in your ear, craning down so you could hear. He was groping you, steadily kneading your ass through your tight dress. You wanted to push him away, grab your purse and run from the bar. But what if Toji had promised you to Sukuna? Both men were dangerous, deadly even. Could you outrun the two of them? You looked desperately towards the booth again, seeing a dark figure sprawled across the back seat. He was still here. Why? Surely it would be better now that he’d sealed the deal. Or did he want to see you get dragged into misery? 

 A heavy hand squeezed your jaw. “Look at me, baby,” Sukuna rumbled, “you’re mine now.”  No. No no no no no. You pushed away from him then, planting your palms against his chest and pushing as hard as you could. But to no avail. Sukuna was strong, and the grip he had on your hips was iron. Until a dark silhouette dragged you from his arms. Almost instinctually, you curled up beneath Toji’s arm, making yourself seem small against the hulking presence of Sukuna.  “I said you could look, not touch, kid!” Toji spat, his arm coming around to clutch you to his chest.  “We were just dancing,” Sukuna smirked and you shook your head into Toji’s chest.  “Doesn’t fucking look like she agrees,” Toji said, and pointed to the exit, “So get the fuck out of here, Two-Face, and come back with a better deal for me.”

And then the world fell away. Toji’s hands engulfed your shoulders, holding you together as he looked you in the eyes. You felt as if it was just him and you, the club a blurred mess that surrounded you in muffled beats and neon thrums.  “You okay, doll?” Toji asked, and you shook your head. Toji grabbed your hand then, leading you back to the booth and setting you down with his jacket over your shoulders. He squatted before you, taking your hands into his warm palms. “What’s up, kid?” he asked again and you tried not to sniffle. “I thought you sold me off.” “The fuck? Where’d you hear that crap?” he growled, but the glance you sent to the bar was all he needed to know the answer.  “They’re all fired. Why would you fucking believe that I’d do that to you, hah?” You shrugged. Toji tsked and looked at your interwoven hands.

Then he stood, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you upright. He began to storm out of the club, his jaw set and his knuckles white. You clutched his jacket to your shoulders, running after him.  “Toji! Toji?” you called after him as he pulled you out of the bar and into the cold of the night. “What’s wrong? Are you mad?” and then, before you could stop it from slipping past your plump lips, “Daddy?” This stopped Toji in his tracks, one hand raised for a cab, he looked at you suddenly, immediately noticing your dishevelled state. “Fuck, Babygirl,” he rumbled, pulling you into his chest, and cradling the back of your head.  “I’m not mad at you,” he soothed, stroking your hair, “I’m just real fuckin’ upset that you think you mean that little to me.” “What?” was all you could manage before Toji hailed a taxi, plopped you inside and barked an address to the driver. You clung to him throughout the ride, occasionally blinking at him through dewy, teary eyes. You had been so close to losing him, so close to being lost to someone else. You fidgeted with the jacket on your shoulders, tugging it closer so you could fall into the thick scent of cinnamon smoke rolling off it. 

 The car came to a standstill, screeching to a halt outside a hotel you knew Toji had just acquired. He didn’t look your way. Instead, he clenched his jaw and handed over a wad of cash to the driver. He helped you out of the car, steering you purposefully into the glittering lobby. Groups of people turned to greet him, and you bit your lip when you realised who they were. They were business associates, the cleaner end of Toji’s dirty business, and people that knew that he was a married man. Except now, with you hanging on his arm, they could have no doubts as to who you really were. “Honeymoon suite,” Toji demanded, flipping his black card out of his wallet, “I’ll pay twice the rates and get whoever’s in there out!”  The concierge scrambled, reaching for the phone in an instant and dialling up whoever he needed to comply with his boss’s orders. You looked around you, catching the piercing stares of women in fur coats and men puffing on thick cigars.  “Whaddya looking at?” Toji brought your focus back to him, shifting you by your hips so that you faced him. “This could be bad for your business, Toji,” you whispered, throwing glances over your shoulder. “Do you think those fuckers don’t have a pretty little thing keeping their beds warm at night?” he asked, and you shook your head.  “And, doll. None of them are you,” he glanced awkwardly to the side, “none of them mean as much to me as you, okay? “ his warm fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, kneading over the plump silk where Sukuna had groped you earlier.  “Plus,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot and heady, “you’re more than just a mistress,” he leaned back, watching your eyes widen in shock at what he just said. Your jaw dropped, and immediately his hand came from underneath to lift your chin. He kissed you then, tasting his confession on your shocked lip-gloss pout. He tried to deepen the kiss, licking at your bottom lip, but the nervous cough of the concierge caused him to pull away with a huff. “Your suite is ready, sir,” he led you to the elevator, where Toji took the card and told the frightened man to buzz off.

 His mouth was on yours immediately, the lift doors barely closed before his lips scooped you up in a frenzied kiss. He swallowed your shock with a grunt, pushing you back until your spine made contact with the elevator doors. His hands automatically found your hips, hiking up your soft silken dress to expose your legs to his hungry hands. He had a handful of thigh when the elevator doors opened, leading out onto a full-floor suite that looked over the bright sparkling sea of Tokyo below.

But Toji wasn’t interested in sightseeing, instead, he gripped the back of your thighs, and with a keened “Daddy!” lifted you up and onto his narrow hips. You wrapped your thighs around him, your flesh spilling from the soft shift as he groped at your ass, his mouth finding your chest. He walked through the suite, holding you easily as he sucked over the dark marks he’d left on your skin, deepening their hue and having you whimper above his nipping teeth.

 You fell to the bed in a flurry of silk and rose petals, pink sheets fluttering out as Toji followed you onto the mattress, slotting his thigh between your legs and lifting your hands about your head.  “You’re mine, sweetheart,” he rumbled, leaning down to nibble on your earlobe, his other hand leaning on his elbow beside your head. He held your wrists up together above your head, his broad palm swallowing your wrists into a chain that pressed your hands to the silken salmon pillow.  “Say it, babygirl,” he roughed out, pressing kisses over your wet face, tasting the salt of your tears on his tongue, “tell me you’re mine,” he rasped into your ear. You nodded, the heat already burning up between your legs, only made hotter by the caress of his thigh against your clothed cunt.  “I’m yours, daddy,” you breathed, and he swallowed your whine with a kiss, pushing his tongue deep down your throat, dominating your senses with the overwhelming scent and aura of his musk. “Good girl,” he rumbled, laying a kiss down your jaw, down your throat, down to your chest. He sucked softly at your collarbones, nipping and licking over where his touch brought colour to your skin. He tugged the straps of your dress down, freeing your tits and engulfing them with his warm mouth. You gasped as he nipped your nipple, biting down on the sweet flesh until you yelped, his other hand kneading and twisting your other tit. He began to shuffle your dress up your legs to up past your hips, revealing the white lace you had worn for him. “Pretty little thing, aren’tcha,” Toji tsked kneeling back and unbuttoning his shirt. You sat up in eagerness, ready to reveal the broad warm planes of his chest to your eyes for the first time but his palm in between your tits stopped you.  “Stay still, doll,” he grinned, “Let Daddy have his way,” you nodded in obedience, eyes glossy as a swirling sea of tattoos and slash of scars sailed across your vision. In a flash, Toji’s shirt was on the floor, and his muscles were rippling beneath his tattooed skin. He began to undo his belt and you sat up again as he stepped off the bed to take off his pants. You wanted to slide to the floor then, knees splayed and mouth open, but Toji’s warning glare had you fixed to the bed, legs spread across the silken pink. In his boxers, Toji crawled back up the bed, his hot hands finding the stretch of your legs, running his hands over the soft skin and up towards your thighs. He leaned forward and hooked his thumbs around the sides of your panties and pulled them down, tossing them over his shoulder and spreading your thighs with his knees. You gulped, suddenly very aware of how exposed you were to Toji. Before the sex between you had been hurried, half enshrouded in shadow either in the back of a booth at his bars, over the pool table in his private lounge, in the car before he dropped you home, or even in the alleyway behind your apartment block. He had never seen you so bare, so vulnerable, and although the room was low-lit, there was no hiding from his hungry eyes. You tried to close your legs, but a firm hand on your knee was warning enough.

 “Why the fuck are you hiding?” Toji asked, glaring at the hands that came to cover your exposed breasts. You shrugged,  “I don’t know, daddy,” you mumbled, and he leaned over you suddenly. He grabbed each wrist in his huge hands, but instead of tugging them over your head, he kissed the back of each hand and gently laid them beside your head. “Don’t hide from me, sweetheart,” he warned, leaning back and prying apart your knees.

He shifted down onto his chest and tugged your hips down to meet his face. He slung his forearm over your hips, pinning you to the mattress and spreading the lips of your pussy with his fingers. You shivered as he blew air over your folds and he chuckled, before sinking his mouth around your clit and sucking harshly. Your back arched almost immediately, your hands reaching for his hair, the sheets, anything. He lay a long hot stripe along your slit, scooping up your slick and humming at the sweet tartness on his tongue. He pressed his tongue deep past your entrance, eliciting a whimper and twitch from you. He worked at you slowly, alternating between sucking and pulsing around your clit and fucking your cunt with his tongue. After some time of your whining and the thick slurp of Toji’s mouth, he pressed a finger past your walls adding to the noise with a heady squelch. He added another finger, stretching you out nicely, in preparation for his cock. Once he’d got to three fingers deep in your wet cunt, he began to work towards your orgasm, flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit and sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You came in a soft fuzzy wave of starbursts, haloes of lights twirling through your veins. You wove your fingers deep into his hair, and he let you ride out your high, pushing and sucking on your cunt until you were a panting mess. 

 “Pretty girl,” Toji nipped at your inner thigh, “Daddy’s pretty girl,” he sucked a dark bruise into your skin, grinning when you flustered at him when it got too much. He pulled you up to a seated position, and with a rip and a tug, had your dress over your head and on the floor. “Want Daddy’s cock?” he asked, shifting back and taking off his boxers. His cock hit his stomach with a fat slap, pre spilling onto his stomach as he tossed his underwear aside. He knelt between your legs and spat into his hand, lubricating his cock as he rubbed its head against your entrance. You whined at the feeling of him, wanting to rock your hips forward onto his pulsing length.  “I need your words, sweetheart,” Toji pinched your inner thigh, before lifting each leg onto his shoulders. “Yes please,” you keened, feeling the first press of his cock past your walls, “Want Daddy’s cock,” you swivelled your hips, gasping and sighing as his cockhead worked past your tight walls and into your cunt. The two of you cursed, Toji leaning over you as you both gasped for air. He lowered himself deeper into your cunt, filling you slowly and stretching you. It was too much, and tears pricked your lashes, crystalline diamonds forming at the edges of your eyes.

 Toji brushed your tears away with his thumbs, leaning down to kiss you as he began to move slowly, pulling his hips away at a languid pace only to snap his hips deep into you in return. You moaned loudly, pathetic iterations of “daddy” pit pattering from your lips as he began to pump into you. “Fuck, you’re so tight, babygirl,” he hissed, “gonna fill you up,” he shifted your legs, pressing your knees to your chest and fucking you harder.  “Gonna fill you up til you’re my baby mama, hah?” he continued and you clenched hard on him, “You like that?” he cooed, “you wanna be a mama for me? Have my kids?” his hips began to snap to yours faster. “Yes,” you howled, “Yes, Daddy,” you thought hazily about holding Toji’s child, of raising a family with him, and you came, gushing a thick white ring of cream around Toji’s cock. He groaned, his hips slapping into yours until he came in you with a heavy grunt. His cum filled you, his cock twitching and flinching as thick white warmth filled up your cunt, spilling out the sides. You spun in a haze of trembling muscles and spent breath, warm and fuzzy as the pressure in your stomach was released in the gentle squelch of Toji’s hips against yours.

 He didn’t pull out, instead flopped down on your chest, tickling your neck with the sticky strands of his hair as he mumbled into your neck.  “I gonna call a divorce lawyer tomorrow, yeah? And then I’m gonna make you mine, babygirl.”

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[thedevilshardy]

What turns them on - Tom Hardy Character Study

Part I: Alfie, Bane, Eames. Smut.

Alternative titel: how to get them hard.

Or: just my horny nonsense.

Alfie Solomons

This man is the definition of a lady killer. He scares you in a way, but in a good one - that's why you're not afraid of coming too close to him. You let your hands wander over his shoulders, grip the joints, and love the deep grunt that escapes his chest.

Once you have his attention, he will not stop. He pushes you into the corner of the room, grabs a handfull of your hair - pulls your head back, and sucks in the scent of your throat. You can feel his body very close to you, can feel his groin, the heat that spreads from there. You can feel he's already half hard, but that's not enough for you. You need more of this.

He pushes your hands away when you try to touch his dick - "lil' cocky, ain't we, luv" he growls into your ear, and then he pushes you against the wall for real, back smashed against the wall, and his hip just dives between your legs.

He has a kink for dresses, so if you wear one - his hands are already there, pushing up the fabric, just enough that his fingers can sneak between your folds - and this makes him hard now, fully hard, and he has no shame in pushing this thick dick right in between your legs, and it's hot and more than anything you ever wanted...

Bane

Thick, broad, strong - Bane is a fucking huge monster, and he for sure knows how to use his apperiance to spread fear. But also something else, and it's you who gets to experience it. First, you swallow when you feel his heated hand in your hair, on your throat, exploring your skin for good. It's a surprise, knocking out the air in your lungs when you land with your back on a bed - with his thick legs spreading yours, his knees between your thighs so he can see what he desires.

Bane is fast in undressing you - but then, once your clothes are gone and he sees you naked, bloomed open for him like a wild flower - he takes his sweet time. His fingers are nearly soft in exploring your folds, your wet middle, your goddamn heat. He growls, and he pushes his heavy body closer to you, and you can feel what it does to him. It's not easy to oversee this huge bulge in his pants, and all you want is to be spread open with this dick.

He doesn't let you feel it, this thick huge cock, not now. He still takes his time touching you, making you so fucking wet is almost not bearable - and you can feel that your screams for more are making him harder every second he's not inside you.

He's a sucker for visual things. Watches you like something he's possessed by.

Eames

Cheeky as he is, he never fails to impress with the way he gets hot. It's not only your shared flat where he wants to get it on with you - you can't even travel without him being all around you. He loves to touch, to grope, to just feel something of you on his skin. It's not unusual that you feel his hands on your ass when you both check in for a flight.

He adores adventures, that's why he tends to stroke you hidden - first, on visible spots that just make you giggle, then he goes further. He's a master in touching you without anyone noticing - that's why he ends up fucking grinding his fingers between your legs, despite your jeans. It's nearly enough to make him fully hard - but only nearly, cause he knows what you are about to do.

Eames adores blowjobs. Once you pull him in the very tight cabine of the toilet of the flight and drop down to your knees, you can be sure that his dick is already grown to full hardness when you pull it out. He loves watching you licking your lips before you suck his dick in, between those pillow soft lips of yours. It gets him hot and horny in seconds, and he keeps your head down just to make sure you won't slip off. He tastes salty and sweet, showing you exactly how fucking weak he gets when you do this.

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