#pokemon x fem reader smut

[smallestapplin]

May I request Yandere Alpha!rika

Omega afab( female nicknames appreciated 😫😫)

She has trained you so nicely~

occasional disobedience

but other than that you're getting used to her scent and becoming more and more addicted.

Now it's time to fully mark you as hers~

Bonus points if there's daddy kink

I’m blaming you, I’m blaming you, I’m blaming you-

CW : fem afab omega reader, YANDERE, Stockholm syndrome, heat/Rut cycles,hinted past noncon, daddy kink, Rika calls her strap her cock, one pussy smack

🔞18+Only!🔞

Dark content ahead!

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Rika knows she picked such a good omega.

Your scent to her is irresistible! And you’re so cute, and kind, she just had to have you! Yet you weren’t wooed by her charm, or her courting gifts.

What was she suppose to do? Let you settle for someone who wasn’t good enough for you? She has gotten rid of so many people, just to have you!

You’re her pet! Her mate!…well, not yet at least.

You aren’t sure how long she’s had you caged here, in her room, surrounded by nothing but her scent.

Months? Years, maybe? She won’t let go of you, swearing you two were meant to be.

Yet she never marked you as her mate, never biting or licking your scent gland, she’d cover herself and her clothes in your scent, always wanting it on her, but never bit you.

“I want my sweet girl to beg for it.”

Is all she told you.

Even during your heats she refused to, she refused to even fuck you.

Only burying her face into your cunt, moaning and licking up your slick. Smacking your thighs as you try to squirm away.

“Hold still, I’m not done with you.”

You can smell how wet she is, and hear her fingering herself as she buries her tongue into your hole.

It was every heat she’d do this, no matter what you said. Only to coo so lovingly at you, letting you, and pampering you.

Never leaving your side while you were awake, only leaving to get you food while you slept. Showing you just how good of an alpha and a mate she is.

All your needs will be met, as long as she’s here.

Little by little you began longing for her, wanting her, missing her warmth next to you, missing her scent.

You’ll never know of the smirk she had, when she came home not smelling like you, and you broke down in tears.

Just as planned.

You got desperate for her.

She eventually let you roam around her house, cooing as you still picked her lap as your seat.

Purring while you run your fingers through her long, green locks.

Greeting her every night on your knees, waiting at the door.

“Welcome home!”

You make it hard to stay calm. But she holds herself back, just a little more and you’ll be her wife, her mate, her perfect fuck toy.

You’ve started liking her, accepting her as your wife.

Asking her to scent your clothes, blankets, and pillows, drowning yourself in her scent.

She only has to wait now. Not for long though, she knows your heat cycles by heart.

Rika can feel spit pooling in her mouth, at just the smell of you, she’s only at the front door and your scent is so heavy!

It’s her favorite.

She can feel her body heating up. You smell intoxicating! She’s swooning at the door. She glances at it, noticing the locks seem to have been tampered with.

Seems she needs to remind you of your place.

Rika is quick to strip, kicking her shoes off first, then her tie as she makes her way down the hallway.

Stopping just outside the bedroom door.

Your heats early, so she’ll excuse you not greeting her this time.

Your head shoots up from your nest, once you heard the door open. Rika bites her lip as she takes all of you in, unbuttoning her shirt as her eyes linger on your bare form.

“Rika! Please I- my heat-!”

She places a glove covered finger to your lips.

“Shh it’s okay, baby, I’m here, let daddy take good care of you.”

You open your mouth, sucking on the leather on her thumb. She growls, quickly taking the rest of her clothes off.

Letting you bite and take off the glove in your mouth, while doing the same to her other one.

Once those are off she moves away from you, towards the closet. You let out a whine, desperately wanting your alpha.

“Hey now, none of that! Lay back and keep your legs open, like a good girl.”

And you didn’t hesitate, laying back against the pillows with your legs wide open, showing off your leaking, twitching cunt.

“I hope you weren’t touching yourself while I was gone.”

You tremble at her words, more so when she slips the harness of her strap, on.

Watching her tighten the straps, before making her way back to you with a bottle of lube.

“No daddy! I couldn’t, it’s not the same, it’s not you.”

Rika coos, chuckling at how desperate you are. Looking at you, she can’t help but drool, your scent thick and heavy, your pretty pussy on display, just for her, leaking onto the sheets below.

Looking at her with such need, it’s everything she’s always wanted from you.

“Good girl, following orders like that. Let daddy spoil her princess.”

Rika hovers over you, her strap on in one hand as she rubs lube all over it, and her other hand sliding up your thigh.

She easily slides two fingers into your dripping hole, her thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“P-please! Oooh please daddy, I need- I need more!”

You yelp at the harsh slap she gives your cunt, before sliding her finger back in.

“Don’t be greedy, omega, you’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes daddy! M’sorry!” Your whine echoes in the bedroom, making her chuckle.

“Good whore.”

She smiles down at you, listening to your moans turn to shrieks, as she crooks her fingers, and finger fucking you.

Her palm slapping against your clit, with every quick movement of her fingers.

“Alphaaa!”

You whine so cutely. You roll your hips down, trying to match her pace, wanting more!

“Aw such a needy little omega I have.”

You arch your back, gripping the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna- oh! Daddy! Please let me cum! Please, I’ve been a good girl!”

Rika growls lowly, making your heat ridden self lean your head back, exposing your neck to your alpha. You bite back a whine, once her fingers stop.

You watch her pull her fingers from your drooling cunt, bringing them up to her face, and licking them clean.

You shake at the hums and moans she lets out, you watch with bated breath once she finishes cleaning your mess of her hands.

“Fuck, princess.”

You spread your legs further, at the sound of her so breathless.

“Taste so fucking good. All for me, right?”

Rika slots herself between your legs, resting the toy on top of your cunt, slowly grinding it against you, letting the tip catch your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Only for you! Only yours!”

He smirks, leaning down pressing her chest to yours. Your noses touch, her breath fanning over your face.

“Only mine, yeah? My filthy slut?”

“Yes! Your slut! Your toy! Please daddy just fuck me, mark me, make your mate!” Tears well up in your eyes.

The earthy scent of amber and driftwood waft through the air, getting stronger the longer she waits.

Rika can feel it, your heat, your taste, your begging, it’s all triggering her rut.

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Her hands grab the backs of your knees, holding them up and open, as she slides the fat tip of the strap on into your awaiting fuck hole.

Your slick makes the toy slide in so easily. Tossing your head back, as you struggle to take all of it.

She finally bottoms out, the knot of the toy pressing flushed against your pussy lips.

Rika smiles warming down at you, leaning over, folding you in a mating press, just so she can kiss your addicting lips, her tongue licking up all your drool.

“You didn’t think I’d notice, would you?”

You make a confused hum sound, eyes barely focusing to look at her, before widening in fear, realizing what she meant.

The door.

“Such a naughty, filthy slut! Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure you remember who’s omega you are.”

She pulls back, leaving just the tip in, and slamming it back into you. She gives you no time to adjust, just pounding into your perfect pussy.

You shriek, gripping her arms, feeling her piston into your cunt.

“Dirty girl, you are mine! Only mine! You’ll stay right here with me.”

Tears stream down your face, crying out at the brutal force of her pounding into your cunt.

“Daddy! Oh god- daddy! I’m- I’m sorry!”

You start squirming, the pleasure being too much. She doesn’t slow her hips, only putting all her weight into it.

The tip of the strap battering against your womb, with every rough thrust.

You jump, squealing as she slaps your thigh, your skin burning from the hit, only for it to be followed with another, and another.

Every time she pushed flushed with you, a smack was landed on your burning thigh.

“Fuck, you’re such pretty girl like this. All sobbing for my cock.”

The knot slamming against your creamy pussy, it’s too much!

Your chest bouncing with every slap of her hips. Your mouth hangs open, letting out all your moans and squeals.

“F-fuck, Rika!” Your arms wrap around her shoulders, clawing at her back.

“I’m gonna cum! Please daddy let me cum! T’much! I can’t- please! Mark me! Markmemarkmemarkeme-!”

Fuck, she can feel her cunt dripping, you’re just so irresistible! She can’t hold out, she needs you!

“Be a good little bitch, and cum all over my cock.”

You cry, wanting her to mark you as her mate, but she’s relentless. Her thrusts never slow, fucking into your sweet spot over and over again.

Your eyes roll back as your vision goes white. Rika moves, grabbing your hips and slamming the knot of the toy into you. You wail as you cum, body shuddering feeling Rika furiously rubbing your clit, while she grinds the strap into you.

“Yeeaaah that’s it, so fuckin pretty for me.”

She helps you ride your high, only stopping when you whimper. Rika buried her face into the side of your neck, nuzzling and licking your scent gland.

She can feel her slick coating her inner thighs, as her pussy throbs, desperately wanting anything!

You lazily look at her, her long forest green hair a mess, some sticking to her sweaty skin, her face dusted pink, she has a glow to her.

“Wait, wait don’t move, I’m- aahh!”

You press your head back against the pillows, biting your lip to hold back your cry.

Rika carefully pulls the strap out of your abused hole.

“We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.”

You raise your head to watch her get out of your nest, quickly undoing the harness, and stepping out of it. Crawling back in, she slides one of your legs under her, straddling it while she lifts your other over her shoulder.

Your breathing hics, feeling her wet pussy against yours.

“One more, princess, be a good girl and make me cum.”

You scramble, gripping and digging your nails into her thighs.

Rika doesn’t wait, grinding her cunt against yours. She leans her head back, moaning softly. Oh she’s waited so long for this! To feel your pussy rubbing against hers, feeling your clits grind against each other.

With every roll of her hips, she leaves you shrieking. You’re just too sensitive! It’s too much! Too good!

“Daddyyy! S-so good!”

Rika grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to her. She shoves her face back into the crook of your neck, breathing in your addicting scent.

“Ooh my pretty mate. You know how to make me feeling sooo good! Fuck!”

The room is filled with Rika’s breathless praise, and your loud cries.

“Lemme feel your pussy gush against mine, please? Do it for daddy, baby.”

You tilt your head away from her, giving her more access to your neck.

You bring one hand up, squeezing your tit. You nearly thrash, practically screaming as Rika bites down on your scent gland, your pussy gushing and creaming all over hers, as she marks you as her bond mate.

The taste of blood fills her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the added wetness and heat. She grinds her hips faster, reaching her end when you shakily bite down on her scent gland, giving her the same mark.

You whine loudly, feeling your alpha growl against you. She slows her hips to a stop, and starts gently licking your new mark.

“My good girl, such a sweet omega I have. I love you.”

You can only moan softly.

Knowing good and well she’s not done with you yet.

#cw.yandere #cw.daddy kink #cw.blood #cw.strapon #hinted noncon #smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon yandere #mdni #pokemon yandere rika #pokemon yandere rika x reader #pokemon rika smut #pokemon rika x reader smut #afab reader #fem reader #pokemon x fem reader smut #besties tag #this is your fault #all on you #I’m weak #I love WOMEN #pokemon fanfic #spoiler tag

[newtabfics]

HEAR ME OUT.

Piers making his makeup artist ride him while they do his makeup or the other way round

I AM HEARING YOU

"Stop smirking," she muttered. His smirk only widened as his cock twitched inside her, relishing in the pulsing warmth around him.

Piers groaned when she pulled back, resting her hands on his knees to roll her hips. "Fuck. Don't tease me, Babygirl."

"This was your idea," She pointed out with a huff. Satisfied, she readjusted, holding up the brush to lightly dust the black powder over his eyes. "If...you can't handle it, I'll get off then pull away."

Piers groaned and took the brush from her hands, tossing it to the vanity. His hands gripped tight on her hips as he thrust up hard, unable to resist any longer. "Fuck the eye liner."

#ask me stuff #ask request #drabble #piers x fem!reader #piers pokemon smut #piers smut

[octo-artist]

Hi, Iove the way you write! Since requests are open, could I request a NSFW one, please? Where Leon and female reader lose their virginities to one another?

TW: Smut (fairly vanilla), Dick Piercing, AFAB reader, Character x reader, mentions of protection

This is my first time writing smut so I hope it did an ok job at it. Sorry this took so long it’s been absolutely insane over here between storms, outages, and preparing to go to school in a month~Jade

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“Are you sure, we don’t have to if you don’t think you’re ready yet”, Leon asks looking for any sign of apprehension or hesitance, he’s alwaysbeen so considerate and sweet like that.

“Leon I’m certain, I’ve thought it over plenty this last week and I think I’m ready this time.” You state, the topic at hand being that of taking things further with your boyfriend. The first time one of you suggested sex the session didn’t go much further than a more heated makeout session, which of course was still quite nice, you just got cold feet when Leon had gone to start pushing up your shirt. Leon being the gentleman he is stopped when you’d grabbed his hand and said you’d changed your mind and just wanted to cuddle instead.

The second time was an accident, you would’ve gone further had you and Leon not gotten a surprise visit from your mother and had to hurry to get your shirts back on so she wouldn’t know what was going on and further embarrass the two of you.

This time though you’d both made sure that there would be no interruptions and you had both talked it over the couple days leading up to make sure you were both still comfortable with the decision.

Leon upon getting confirmation from you, gently cupped the back of your neck, pulling you close to kiss you while he moved to lean you back and move over you, slotting himself between your legs. After a few minutes you reached up to comb your fingers through his hair and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. Slowly you feel his hand move from the mattress and trail from your thigh up your side, gently sliding beneath your shirt to move it up and over your head, briefly breaking the kiss before diving right back in for more. You eventually feel him reach back down to shift your hips up and start grinding against you pressing his hardening bulge up to your quickly heating core. You move one of your hands from his hair to trail down his chest to do away with his top like he had yours, after which you started trailing down towards his pants to slide them off. Leon pulled back for a bit to help shimmy off his pants and help you with yours, revealing a tent in his boxers and a wet stain on your own undies.

It was at this point you both took a second to breath and realize how far you’ve gotten. Leon situates himself back between your legs before touching his forehead to yours and asking with a heavy breath, ”Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want.”

Catching your own breath you reply, “Yes, I want to keep going”

“Alright then”, he sighs as he gently reaches into your panties and begins to caress your folds and clit, his hands coarse from training with his team. At the new sensation you let out a gasp as Leon's other hand reaches up behind your back to undo your bra which he then brushes off your chest to release your chest from its confines. Continuing to stroke your opening he uses his other hand to gently cup one of your breasts massaging it and further intensifying the already present sensations. Wishing for more you buck your hips a bit to try and get him to actually insert his fingers, and eventually he does after a bit starting with one as to not hurt you, adding another and plumbing them faster when you grind against his hand again. Eventually he gives into his own temptation taking the neglected breast into his mouth, sucking on it as he continues to massage the other. Soon enough you begin to feel a coiling sensation within your abdomen, gasps having turned to moans as you thread your fingers into Leon’s hair again

“I-I think I’m gonna-” you start as he rises up from your chest to capsure your lips once more tugging on them with his teeth. You feel the coil snap and soon after he draws his fingers out and looks at them curiously. Leon looks at his hand before tentatively taking a lick, his eyes widening as he cleans the rest of them off.

You whine trying to grind up against his cock which you can see is dripping with precum and a glint from the jacobs ladder that he’d gotten due to a dare.

“Hold on dear let me get this on”, Leon teases as he grabs a small packet from the bedside table, opening it and rolling the condom onto his member, “Now, I’m asking one more time, are you sure you’re ready?”

You look at him and nod to indicate that you wish to continue.

“Alright, just let me know if it's too much and I'll slow down”, he states, lining himself up. Slowly he pushes in groaning, the stretch made you moan as he filled you up, you feel the ridging from his piercings drag against your insides. After a few minutes he begins to move slowly at first panting, quickly he begins to pick up his pace as the sound of moaning and skin slapping fills the room.

It doesn’t take long for him to start getting close, not used to the feeling as his hips snap into yours. Reaching down he begins to play with your clit to bring you closer with him, he also takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it. The combined sensations quickly bring you to the edge and with a loud groan and a scream you both come together.

Pulling out and discarding the used condom he collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you close to him as the two of you drift off together with mumbled ‘I love you’s.

#pokemon x reader #reader insert #leon x reader #champion leon x reader #champion leon #Leon smut #pokemon leon #smut #pokemon smut #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #champion Leon smut #fem reader #tw smut

[onestepbackwards]

can I make a request to read emmets side of this?

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/onestepbackwards/686860614202687488?source=share

Like maybe write out his perspective and his reactions to coming through bigger then expected. Mostly I'm just super curious for and actually in character write up of what he's thinking/hoping/adapting kinda thing.

And if you like/want his reaction to Reader being down to make good on her promise. Can't help but imagine he'd be a gigantic tease to get them back for the months of teasing he suffered through lol.

Hello Anon! Sorry this took forever to come out. I uh, ended up getting kinda carried away with writing Emmet’s perspective to being small instead, on top of the spice. Oops. That, and it was supposed to be finished a week ago, but I got sick again. （＞人＜；） But! It’s juuuust over 6000 words, so I hope you still enjoy! The original prompt and post had stuff written by Bitty anon! Please check out the original post as well to see the amazing stuff they wrote and sent in for that ask. A lot of stuff here is based on it! ヾ(•ω•`)o CW: Smut, size difference, verrry slight breeding kink if you squint, self aware characters, slight obsessive character, female reader Word Count: 6034 words

Emmet wasn’t sure what to feel. On one hand, he did it! He made it to your home! It took so long. A lot of planning, and learning to understand the code that made the world around him. It took just as long to figure out how to breach your reality, and enter it. But he did it! …At a price, though it seems. When he had crawled out of the screen into your world, he immediately had taken notice just how… big everything was. Were you naturally this big? A giant? He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Perhaps you were a god? It was something that he had considered. Perhaps he had been right? This must have been your room. He stood on a bed, and the room was filled with all sorts of personal items. Posters, clothes, figurines… Then his eyes landed on the device which he entered from. He recognized it instantly. It was a DS. He had one in his own world. Was he from a game? It would make a lot of sense, now that he thought about it. A lot of sense. The code, the strategy, the restrictions, you controlling an avatar of sorts. Before he could dwell on it though, you had entered the room. Your eyes landed on him, and you froze, before walking up to him curiously. Though you jumped when turned to you, and spoke. “Hello! I am Emmet!” You jumped away from the bed, startled. Fearing you were scared of him, Emmet quickly tried to calm you down, and explain who he was, and where he was from. When your eyes flickered between him and the DS, it finally sat in that he was here. That this was real. Even if he was just short of a foot tall, he was happy to be here, and finally be with you! 

Though you can only stare at him wide eyed and confused, a look of shock on your features. “I-I just… I didn’t know! I didn’t know you could hear me, or that you were aware! I just- I- oh god…” You seemed panicked, and Emmet felt his stomach drop. Before he could say anything, or reassure you, you covered your face, and left the room. Emmet felt his words choke up in his throat, and tears threatening to fall. His stomach was in knots, and he sat on your bed. Of course it wouldn’t be this easy. He had been a fool to just assume that you would agree without a second thought. Perhaps he had gotten so worked up on getting out of here, and getting to you, he had neglected all the possibilities that could happen. Sure, he had hoped you would welcome him with open arms, and accept him without question. You both would kiss, and confess your love for one another, and have a night of fun. Then you would live together, happily ever after. But life doesn’t always work like that. He should have known. Especially seeing he was from a game. And that, you know, he was the size of a doll. That put a wrench in things, even if you had accepted him like he had dreamed. Emmet sighed, burying his face in his knees. He loved you. He would never stop loving you. But this hurt. How would he even explain this to you, if you weren’t willing to hear him out? Leaving him here like this? Though it seemed he had someone looking out for him. Before he could dwell on this too long, you had appeared, seeming much more put together than when you first saw him. You quickly apologized, and seemed rather flustered. You had said all those things about him, because you never thought he would hear them. That he wasn’t real. You were in love with the idea of him, essentially. You never expected him to break reality and see you, wanting to be with you. He could accept that, he supposed. Thinking about it now, that was a lot to suddenly stomach. He probably would have had to take a moment as well. You were a bit embarrassed, and still quite flustered. But you said something that gave Emmet hope. That all of this wasn’t for nothing. You were willing to try. Sending him back left a bad taste in your mouth, and you apparently really wanted to get to know him. The real him. Learn his likes, dislikes, and if you were compatible. Emmet felt his hopes rise. It was a start! He could work with this! Even if it meant you two would just be friends, he was willing to take anything you were willing to give. Even if it was a small chance. He almost wanted to cry from relief.

After that, things slowly fell into a rhythm of sorts. It was awkward at first, as you both tried to get used to each other. That, and the issue of Emmet’s size. Though you genuinely tried to treat him with respect, and like a person. It could have been so easy just to treat him like a doll or a toy, but you made the effort. It was something that made Emmet fall for you just a little more. That, and you were helping him figure himself out. Realizing he came from a game, eventually the dawning horror of him not actually existing set in. How his personality was nothing more than what the code had allowed. You remained positive though, insisting to help him find out more about himself. Stuff he could like, or dislike. He appreciated it. How much you cared, and how you were patient with him. That, and you made an effort not to baby him, either. It was one thing he hated, people not taking him seriously, and babying him. He knew it would be so easy for you to do so, with him being a few inches tall. But you tried not to. He noticed you made an effort not to treat him like that. It nearly made him cry when he would think about it. He was so lucky to have you. As you both settled into a rhythm though, Emmet found his feelings didn’t fade. In fact, they only became stronger. You still cared so much for him, when you didn’t have to. He got to see a side of you he didn’t even get to see in his world. He treasured these parts you would show to him dearly. He felt happy you trusted him enough to even show such sides. Eventually, he felt as if what you two had was more than friendship. Though not yet entirely romantic. There was tension, no doubt about it, and he could feel your eyes linger on him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Then the compliments started. It was subtle. Telling him how nice he looked that day, or how funny he was. When he didn’t tell you to stop. You seemed to get more confident. 

Telling him how much you loved his smile, or how beautiful his eyes were… Just like when he was in the game, you managed to fluster him with all the sweet words and compliments. Everything you said to him, only made his heart pound. You were beginning to like him! You must be! Then there was the physical affection. You already held him often, but now you seemed to never want to let him go. You loved holding him in your hands, or on your shoulders. You even hugged him often! And then one day, you kissed him. Well, sort of. You kissed the top of his head. Regardless! You still kissed him! He had been over the moon all evening! You didn’t slow down, either. After that, you seemed more inclined to kiss his head, or even his back sometimes! It was hard to ignore the obvious. You had developed real feelings for him. Feelings he happily accepted. You were eager to give him more after that. Your lewd comments returned, and you’d say them every so often. How much you loved his body, how sexy his smirk was, how you loved his teasing. But it had started to get to Emmet, if he was being honest. Not you or your words! He could never be upset at you! However, the situation he was in, being so small… It frustrated him. Not just the normal things that came with being around a foot tall, such as needing help everywhere, or having to hide from other humans. He was frustrated in his lack of being able to do anything. Lacking the ability to initiate and take some control. When he dreamed about you, he had dreamed of holding you close, kissing you, touching you. Being your size. He wanted to run his hands over your body, spin you and dip you into a kiss, spread your legs, all for him. He couldn’t. He had no control, and he hated it. You seemed to pick up on this as well. How he seemed distant somewhat when it came to affection. You would look at him, almost as if you were planning something, though he couldn’t say what. Not long afterwards, you seemed excited, almost eager for something. When he had asked about it, you simply smiled, and said it was a surprise for him. He just had to be patient. It was asking a lot of him, he had never been a patient person. For you, however, he’d do anything. So he waited.

Thankfully, a week later, you had seemed excited. The surprise had arrived in the mail. Curious, he was eager to see what you had ordered, though had been confused when you showed him a bunch of cables. “I had an idea. What if your size is directly tied to what you use to crawl out of?” You began. Emmet looked at you with a tilt of his head. “Could you explain?” You only seemed to get more excited. “I did some digging, and found some wires to project the screen of the DS onto the TV! I figured, if you were that size crawling out of the DS, you might be bigger if you crawled out of something else, like a computer or a TV screen!” It suddenly clicked in Emmet’s mind what you were trying to do. You were giving him the chance to possibly be big in your world. Normal size. Human sized. He felt his hands shake at the idea. It excited him, but… He also felt his heart clench in his chest. Emmet didn’t want to go back into the game. The whole time he had been here, not once had you asked or made him do so. He didn’t exactly want to go back, either. That world, even though it is his own, wasn't real. The pain of being reminded that his brother and his friends, even his pokemon, were all fake. They had no idea they were code, just strings of numbers made to entertain another reality. He hated it. As much as he wanted his brother here, and his friends, he had no idea how to make them like him. Not that he didn’t try, of course, but Ingo would only look at him as if he was crazy. When you would play, he would assume his role, acting like a puppet, unaware everything they said was preprogrammed. Nor did he want to risk messing with Ingo’s code. He couldn’t bear the thought of causing his brother harm by trying to make him aware. So, he had stayed out, and he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the thought of going back in.

You told him he didn’t have to if he really didn’t want to, but you would be willing to set it up if he was willing to try. Emmet eventually made the decision to try. He may as well. If it didn’t work, then he could come back out, and you both could go do something else. But he wouldn’t lie. The idea was tempting. If this really worked, then he would be taller. He could finally hold you and kiss you properly. Not to mention, do all those things you had mentioned doing with him, long before he even left the DS. He would try it. For you, and the possibility of being tall again. He missed being tall. When you had set everything up, he reluctantly crawled back into the device, wincing when he landed back in Gear Station. He loved this place. It had been his whole life. But it felt so empty. None of the people here were real, all following a set path as they walked back and forth, or just stood around. It made his heart hurt. So he heard you give the signal, he was quick to leave. He climbed out, just like he had the first time, though let out a shocked yell when he fell to the floor. Quickly gathering his bearings, he stood up, and gazed around your room. It was immediately obvious how much smaller everything was. He easily towered over everything. It was a bit disorienting at first, having spent months around your things, and being so small. However, his look around the room ended when his eyes landed on you. You were so excited, practically vibrating in place. And you were shorter. A lot shorter. Just how tall was he? He took a glance at his hands and body, catching a glimpse of himself in one of your mirrors. Holy hell, he was big. Verrry big. He was still proportionate, from what he could tell, much like when he had been smaller. His head though, it nearly hit the ceiling with how tall he was now. Oh yeah, he was not just under 7 feet anymore. Emmet felt himself grow excited as he looked over himself. There was so much he could do now! Help around the house, cook for you, scoop you up in his arms, eat actually proportionate meals-! Oh, there was so much to do! So many things to try!

Hell, he could actually wear normal sized clothes now! Another thought then entered his mind. He could go places with you too! Being a few inches tall, he always had to stay behind when you went out, whether it be for shopping, or for work. He could accompany you now! Sure, he would probably have to buy some new clothes. Couldn’t exactly go out in his uniform, as much as he loved it. You had stressed he couldn’t go out as such unless they were pretending he was a cosplayer. But that was fine! Yup! Anything to be able to go out with you now! He really took being normal height for granted. He would never do so again if he could help it. He then looked back to you, and your eyes met his own. Before he could react, you ran at him, and leaped into his arms. You both tumbled to the ground with a laugh, and Emmet felt his heart swell as you straddled his lap. He could hold you. He could hold you. He felt tears pricking his eyes as his smile widened. Emmet wanted to pull you closer, but you separated from him. Your smile was wide, mirroring his own. Before he could do anything, or say anything, you leaned in. Your lips met his, and he melted against you, holding you close. He was kissing you. After all this time, he finally got to properly kiss you! Both of you stayed together like that, lips only leaving the other’s to take a breath, only to dive back in. It was addicting. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop on his own. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Eventually you broke the kiss, and leaned back. You grabbed his hat, and placed it on your head. He couldn’t help but laugh at how big it was on you, though you didn’t seem to mind. Though his eyes widened a tad when your hands went to his coat, and gently began to push it off his shoulders. “Now, how about that coat?” You asked, a smirk on your face. It took a moment for the words to register in his head, before it all came crashing down on him in realization. Oh. He could do so much more than just hug you. Emmet was practically salivating at the thought, and eagerly began to remove his coat for you. His grin threatened to split his face in two with how big it had grown at the realization. 

“Here.” He spoke, handing it to you, which you happily took. Though, you gave him a grin, gently setting it to the side. “Darling?” He asked, and you shushed him. “Did you want to see me in only your coat and hat?” You asked. Emmet bit his lip in anticipation, and his breath hitched in his throat when you began to take off your shirt. He had seen you shirtless a few times, though he hadn’t gotten to act, being so small. That, and those were situations where you weren’t in a mood. Not that he blamed you, of course. This though, this was different. He could look and touch.

You unclasp your bra, and the pesky undergarments are tossed to the side. Emmet’s eyes took in everything you were willing to give, though he pouted when you smacked his hands away from your chest. “Not yet.” You teased, and Emmet swore a growl was forming at the back of his throat. He was so tired of waiting. But this would be worth it. He had always wanted to see you naked in his coat and hat, ever since you mentioned it while he still lived in the DS. And for you? Anything was worth it. You didn’t put on his coat just yet, and raised your hips, placing them on your pants. “Would you like to help?” You asked, and his hands were over yours in less than a second. He helped you ease out of your pants, and sharply inhaled when your core became visible. Oh how he couldn’t wait. This was almost torture. Taking off your pants, and kicking them off somewhere to the side, you happily sat back down on his lap. Emmet’s hands were shaking, and his pants were becoming incredibly tight. You paid no mind, and finally grabbed his coat, and slowly slipped it on, making a show of it.

Emmet could feel himself wanting to drool. You were finally naked for him, all but his hat and coat, sitting on his lap. He couldn’t look away. Arceus you were so hot. He wanted to ravish you. There was so much he wanted to do. So much he could do. You simply gave him a smile, the desire in your eyes making the knot in his gut even tighter. He licked his lips. “So, Subway Boss, looking for a ride?” You asked. Emmet couldn’t help but giggle. It was so cheesy, but he didn’t care. His grin wavered from excitement. “Oh yes! I’m verrry much looking forward to it.” He spoke, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. Before you could make another comment however, he grabbed your hips, and lifted you off the ground. You let out a squeak, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he carried you to the bed. Laying you down, you couldn’t help but let out a squeal when he practically hopped on top of you, caging you in under him. Oh. You were verrry small compared to him now. Emmet knew he was a tall man, but he felt even bigger here, and he loved it. He couldn’t help but shudder at how cute and tiny you looked beneath him. And now he had you all to himself. His grin almost hurt at this point when another thought entered his head. 

You had done nothing but tease him since he had become aware of your existence. Then after you two became close, those teasing words soon came back. “I’m going to wreck you.” He whispered, and your eyes widened as he dived in for a kiss. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him as close as possible. You were just as desperate for him as he has been for you. Without any hesitation, he began to remove his clothes. His shirt was quickly unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Briefly, you broke the kiss to admire his body, and he could feel himself heating up. Your attention like this… It was addicting. How you made him feel so powerful and confident, just by giving him a look of want. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to wreck you. It was looong overdue. You briefly reach up to touch him, but he ends up grabbing your hands. He briefly kisses the palms of your hands, before putting them back down. A small, soft reassurance. You pouted as he put your hands away, no doubt wanting to touch. Cute. “Soon, darling.” He promised, though his smile was teasing. His hands traveled downward, and hovered above his pants for a moment. Your eyes never left him, entranced as you enjoyed the small show. Finally, he began to unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his pants. You could only watch as he slid them down, freeing his leaking cock for you to see. Emmet could feel himself grow a tad hotter at your staring. Seeing how this was affecting you… Emmet needed more. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full. Quickly squirming out of his pants completely, he tossed them to the side, before settling in between your legs. Both of you were quiet for a moment, eyeing the other, and admiring each other. You were so cute like this. With his hat on, and his giant coat engulfing your form. He could feel himself twitching in excitement.

Licking his lips, he bent down, and kissed you once again. It was gentle at first, albeit needy. You seem to only want more. 

Emmet then changed tracks. Breaking away from your lips, he gently kissed and nipped down to your chin, kissing up your jawline. As you began to squirm, he simply grabbed your arms, and pinned them above you with a hand. 

Oh yeah. He was bigger than he should be, and he was going to milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.

You let out a small noise in protest with your arms being pinned, but made no move or words to fight it. He took that as a signal to continue.

He began to gently kiss at your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone. You began to make cute little sighs, only to moan and thrust your hips when he bit down and began to suck.

Emmet had wanted to leave a hickey on you since he first saw you. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. 

After he tasted blood, he backed off, gently licking at the wound in apology. Though he couldn’t help but feel you didn’t mind with how you were moaning.

His kisses didn’t stop at your collar. Emmet could only keep going, until he reached your chest. He pulled back a bit to admire your tits, and reached forward with his free hand. 

Fingers fluttered over your chest, before he grabbed a nipple between his finger, and lightly pinched and tugged. 

Your reaction was immediate. In response to his touch, you arched your back with a choked cry. 

“E-Emmet!” You called out, breathless. 

His grin widened. 

Upping the ante, he eagerly leaned forward, lips latching onto your other nipple. His tongue rolling over the pebbled bud, and gently sucking. His other hand pinched and lightly tugged at your nipple, making sure to give it as much as attention as it’s twin.

You let out a breathless gasp, arching your back even more, lightly thrashing against Emmet’s hold. 

“Em! Em please!”

He simply hummed around your perked bud, ignoring your pleas. He wouldn’t deny it, he was enjoying your reactions, just as much as he was enjoying exploring your body. 

Though he would admit, he was getting impatient. His cock was so hard. It was beginning to get a bit painful. He wanted to bury himself deep inside you. Make you his.

But not yet. 

Nipping a bit at your nipple, Emmet giggled as another round of pleas left your mouth. Eventually, he let up.

He let go of your hands, and you reached out, gripping your hands on his shoulders. As much as you wanted to touch him, you didn’t want to be pinned again. No doubt he would do it.

Which he would happily do so. He found he liked watching you writhe and squirm beneath him. 

His hands brushed over your chest, giving the mounds a few squeezes, before moving to your sides. Slowly, they slid down to your hips. 

Meanwhile, he focused on kissing between your tits, and began moving slowly down your stomach. 

You could only gasp and mewl, asking for more. 

When he reached your pelvis, he simply hovered above for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles along your hips. You thrust your hips upward, desperate for more. 

Emmet only tsk’d, and passed over where you wanted him the most, and began to kiss up your thighs. 

“Emmet-!” You cried out, your hips lifting in response.

“Shh…” he hushed you against your skin, and gently bit down on your thigh. You gave another cry, which was music to Emmet’s ears.

All worked up, and he hadn’t even touched your core yet. 

He wiggled, wanting to get some friction himself. He couldn’t help that he was eager.

But he had to prepare you. If he was really bigger than what he had been originally, well…

He cast a glance downward, eyes nearly wide with surprise. 

Not to toot his own horn, but Emmet already was above average in the size department. 

But now… he was certainly a bit bigger than before. He would need to prepare you thoroughly to ensure your comfort and safety. Though he couldn’t help but salivate at the implications. He couldn’t wait to feel you clench around him. His smile wavered again against your tender skin, and he gave your thigh another nip. You cried out. When he moved away, he couldn’t help but smugly admire the marks on your skin. He would definitely be looking at them more later. But you were beginning to get impatient yourself, and he was growing antsy. His eyes traveled to your cunt, and he almost vibrated in anticipation. “Emmet…” you whined again, your hips wiggling against his grip. “I have to prepare you, darling.” He teased, and moved his hand to run a finger through your dripping slit. He ran the finger up from your clenching hole, all the way to your clit. 

You gripped his shoulders tight, shaking. “Oh! Emmet! Emmet please!” You begged, eyes hazy. Emmet couldn’t help but coo at you. You were so cute, desperate like this. So hungry for his cock. 

His finger hovered over your hole a moment more, before pushing into your warm, wet heat. Both Emmet and you moaned at the intrusion. Emmet bit his lip to ground himself. So warm! So wet! So tight! He could feel himself going mad, all from just pushing one digit inside you! Carefully, he began to curl the digit, trying to spread you open. He could feel your fingernails digging into his shoulder, and you were panting. After a few moments, he comfortably pushed a second digit in. With two of his large fingers inside, he began to really stretch you open. Scissoring you open, and curling his digits inside you, he watched, pleased with how you became undone from his hand alone. Your eyes were unfocused, and your mouth was open in an ‘o’ as you ground your hips against his hand as much as possible.

Emmet was definitely enjoying the show. Though another idea popped in his head. As he pushed a third finger in you, he pressed his palm firmly against your clit. You howled. Emmet watched in glee as your eyes crossed, and you let out another cry as you humped against his fingers and palm, the pressure enough to pull you into an orgasm. The subway boss was mesmerized. You clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, gripping his shoulders so tight, he was sure to have bruises. To him, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Leaning down, Emmet gently kissed you, whispering sweet nothings as you came down from your high. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, overall. You happily held him close, running your hand through his hair as you panted. You seemed to be soaking up the attention, and Emmet could only sigh content as he felt your fingers through his hair. “Darrrling~” He called out, nuzzling against your cheek. “May I continue?” He asked. If you needed longer, he wasn’t going to push you. Your pleasure and safety was just as important as his! You let out a mewl, and he felt you clench around his fingers, which were still inside you. “Please! I want you!” You moaned out. Emmet gave a kiss under your jaw, before sitting back. “As you wish.” With that, he pulled out his finger, and made direct eye contact with you. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them one by one. He giggled at your lustful expression, and the cute whine you made.

“We have all night, darling. I just wanted a taste before the main event.” He said with a wink, and brought his hips closer. His cock, hot and heavy, settled on your pelvis, and you could only stare wide eyed. You licked your lips, and Emmet swore he felt himself twitch. This was going to be a tight fit. Slowly, he aligned himself at your entrance, and lightly thrusted forward a few times. His cock missed a few times, sliding against your folds and catching your clit, causing you to moan out. After a few more tries, his cock finally caught your hole, and he began to push in. He couldn’t help but sigh, and his eyes crossed from the pleasure. He had only slipped the head in! You weren’t much better, your legs wrapping around his waist, panting heavy once more. Biting his lip, Emmet began to thrust inch by inch inside. You were just so tight, he was worried he might bust if he wasn’t careful. After what felt like hours, though was only a few minutes, he finally managed to bottom out. Emmet felt himself shaking from the pleasure and experience. He was finally here with you, connected to you in the most intimate way possible, just like he had dreamed. Emmet held your hips for a moment, and tried to steady himself, and give you time to adjust. He could feel himself twitching and panting. “So tight… So warm…” He moaned out, feeling just how snug his cock was inside you. He swore, the head of his cock was easily pressing right against your cervix! Not only that, but Emmet nearly screamed when he noticed your pelvis. There was a noticeable bulge, showing just where he cock was seated within you. It made Emmet dizzy, and the image was burned in his mind. You let out a small whimper, and Emmet’s eyes landed on you. Your face was flushed, and eyes were blown. “Emmet…” You whispered. “Y-Yes, darling?” He asked, albeit his voice strained. You pulled him as close as you could with your legs, and wiggled your hip, causing Emmet to gasp. “Move.” Who was he to deny you? Slowly, but incredibly eager, Emmet began to pull out. He nearly cursed as his cock managed to rub against every inch of your walls. When the head of his dick remained, he stopped. He shakily exhaled, and gripped your hips a little tighter. You let out a small keen. In one thrust, he quickly sheathed himself back in. You let out a squeal, and Emmet started a rhythm. It was fast and brutal as he pistoned into you. Emmet didn’t even try to slow down. With how you were clenching around him, and how he hit you so deep-! “Oh… Darling! So good!” He cried out, unable to stop his hips. So good! The pleasure was so intense! He could feel drool threatening to dribble out of his mouth from the feeling! It was so much! He couldn’t stop! He didn’t want to stop!

“Emmet! Faster! Harder!”

He didn’t even have to think twice, his hips moving on their own.

He could already feel himself beginning to slip. The coil in his gut was quickly beginning to tighten. There was no doubt in his mind he would cum soon. Though you certainly didn’t look any better. He could feel you beginning to clench around him a bit, enough to make his head spin. 

Then you let out a gasp, and wrapped your arms around him tightly. 

“I’m! I’m gonna-!” Emmet made a noise between a growl and a purr. “Cum! Cum around my cock, darling!” He told you, though it came out almost like a beg. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you gave out a loud cry. Emmet cursed as you clenched tightly around his cock, trying to milk him dry. “Darling! I… Can I…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. His brain was too focused on chasing his high. He was going to cum! He couldn’t hold back for much longer, nor did he want to. Would you let him cum inside? Oh how he hoped so. He wanted to mark you as his for so long, and cumming inside would be the perfect way to do so. Thankfully, you seemed to get what he was asking, and locked your legs around his waist tightly.

“Yes. Please.” You managed to choke out between his thrusts, and Emmet let himself go. He let out a groan, and threw his head back, seeing white as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

His cock twitched inside you, and he felt load after load of cum coat your insides. He thrusted as deep as possible, stilling his hips so keep as much of his seed as deep inside you as he could. It was so much. He didn’t think he had ever cum this much before… Emmet’s grip on your hips was bruising, he was sure, but he couldn’t help it. He was shaking and twitching, and his grip was the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Panting hard, he almost missed how you began to pull yourself up closer to him. “Haa… I love you, Emmet. I love you so much…” You whispered in his ear, seemingly just as shaky as he was. Your words however, struck a chord in him, and his heart felt like it could burst from affection. Emmet purposely crashed into your chest, making you squeal as he gently laid on top of you. He nuzzled against your face and neck, littering it with kisses. “I love you too, darling! So perfect for me.” He spoke. He wondered if he had hearts in his eyes with how much love he felt for you. Everything he had wanted for so long, he finally had. He held you for a moment, before wiggling his hips a bit, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. Emmet’s head peeked out from your neck, and he gave you a grin. The look on your face showed you had a feeling you knew what he was about to ask. “Want to go again?” You licked your lips, and Emmet could feel himself shake in excitement. You ran a hand through his hair, and Emmet sighed at the action. “Yes. I would love to.” Emmet’s grin widened. They could worry about his huge size later. He had an evening with you to continue.

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Gargoyle! Ingo x [F]Reader

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It's monster fucker month! figured I’d add my contribution.

I might do slime! or Ghost! Emmet next.

Jealousy + Rooftop sex with Ingo, A compilation of five words you'd never thought you experience in your lifetime, but here you were dress ripped up to hell and it's remains somehow still hung onto your body, while you were roughly pinned against a patch of grass, as large black and red wings laid over you like a protective cocoon.You winced as Ingo slowly pressed into you from behind, you choked back as gasp as you felt his girth stretch you out, In your hazy mind you recalled Emmet telling you you a while back, that by Gargoyle standards he and Ingo were considered small.

Standing at only 6'11 while the average height for their species was like 8 feet tall! Funny, Ingo certainly didn't feel small! giving that it felt like his cock was tearing your insides apart!; Regardless of how much he'd had prep you for it. He was big almost to big for you take, you felt tears burn your eyes and small sob escaped your throat as you tried to accommodate him.

Ingo left a trail of kisses along your jaw and neck, while murmuring apologies and praises; calling you a good girl for taking him in so well, Your face felt hot hearing those honeyed words, causing you try to hide your embarrassment in your arms as a muffled moan escaped your mouth feeling Ingo bottom out. Ingo's right hand rested on your hip while his while his free hand rested on the ground, his claws dug into the soft dirt as low growl erupted his chest, feeling your tight heat constrict around him, slowly growing used to his size.

After a bit, you gave Ingo the ok to move, the gargoyle slowly pulled away from you, you let out pathetic whine at the loss, -that whine soon turned into startled squeal as Ingo grabbed your waist impaling you back onto his cock, "Mine..." a possessive growl escaped Ingo's throat as he takes you at a rough and feral pace, filling the night air with the sounds of your moans and Ingo's low growls.

Ingo shifted his angle and watched you beg and squirm under his much larger frame; he rolls his hips roughly causing you to arch against taking him further and hitting a spot that cause sparks to flash in your vision and your insides to quiver. "that feel good sweetheart?" he purred in you ear you let out a choked sob and nodded as a low throaty moan escaped his mouth as your walls squeezed him.

Without warning Ingo suddenly pulled out you whined. "Ingo? wh-Epp!" You yelped as you were lifted off the ground and turned over to face him, you threw your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling over but Ingo's wings gently caught you and rested against your back, You felt Ingo's hands on your hips as he pressed himself back into your weeping heat, you choked out a gasp the new sensation this position made it feel deeper,

You raked your nails across Ingo's back accidentally grazing the base of his wings, the gargoyle's harsh rhythm suddenly stalled as he let out a submissive whine, there was awkward pause, as your mind tried to register what just happened? But a flustered Ingo quickly regained his dominate composure back, and hooked his arm under your right knee, his claws glided lightly along the skin of your thigh as you wrapped your legs around his waist, You sobbed against Ingo's chest as he began his ruthless pace all over again, it felt you were melting as his feral growls and tender kisses sent you further over the edge.

Everything felt, so hot...so good, the coil in you belly was ready to snap! It was too much! the Climax Ingo had been pulling you toward came crashing over you like a tidal wave, a white haze filled your vision as you let out a desperate whine that was quickly smothered out by Ingo kissing you as he fucked you through it, His grip on your hips tightened as his wings hugged your tiny body closer Ingo's as his pace became more desperate and sporadic.

The gargoyle pulled away from the kiss and started nipping around your neck, his breath came out is shallow huffs as he whispers something to you, but your mind was too clogged up from overstimulation to register it, next thing you knew Ingo had sank his teeth into your shoulder, the shock from pain coupled with Ingo savagely fucking you into next week was what sent a another violent wave of ecstasy wash over you as you vision blurred.

You vaguely recalled biting Ingo back but your teeth weren't strong enough to pierce his hard skin, Didn't matter, the feeling of your attempt alone was enough to drive Ingo to his own climax he groan against your neck as he came inside you coating your insides with his cum...

After a few minutes for things to cool down you were slowly brought back to earth by Ingo lightly licking the bite left on you neck, he caught your eyes and noticed him flinch. Not surprise. he'd be acting sheepish now, up until this moment you thought Ingo hated your guts!

He's been cold and short with you ever since Emmet drunkenly brought you home like stray Glameow one night and declared you his new bestfriend and their new roommate! Since then Ingo seemed hellbent on getting you out of his house and out of his life! But, Emmet and Elesa (she was one of the very few humans he trusted.) would intervene or you did something that quashed his attempts at removing you.

It wasn't long before Ingo found himself used to your presence, but he had no idea how to go about apologizing for his previous behavior and actions, he clam up whenever he tried to talk to you, then at Elesa's house warming party, he saw Grimsley getting too close and touchy with you, And you seem to be enjoying it....

Then he heard Grimsley ask you out and something in Ingo just snapped, cos next he knew the gargoyle was situated between you and Elesa's cousin barking at him to "Back off." before gather you in his arms and flying off into the night...

That's how the two of you ended on this rooftop, you barely had time to to ask Ingo what the hell he was thinking? before he had pulled you into a heated kiss that threw all anger and rationality out the window.... You didn't even care when his claws started ripping your dress apart!

{Cut to present.}

You let out a tired moan as Ingo pulled out of you winced at the empty feeling as cum began to drip down your thighs, as Ingo adjust his pants and finally found his voice again. "I- um,...Is-Is your body okay?" he stammered as blush dusted his cheeks while averting his eyes, it was obvious he didn't what to do or say right now, Emmet told him that humans tend to hold each other and talk after mating. 'Pillow talk' was what Emmet called it, apparently he and E-S/o do it all the time after they've done it.

Of course Ingo was a bit reluctant to believe it, what could people possibly have to talk about afterwards? Gargoyles usually just did the deed and then leave, if you mated with a female and bore a child? Then, hey good on you, hopefully they'll come find their dad when they're grown...

Yeah, Gargoyles are mostly solitary creatures, It's rare for them to live in large groups let a alone keep a mate for life.

Ingo was pulled out of his thoughts by your tired voice. "I think so... But I don't think be walking straight for a while." You said while resting your head against his chest listening to his heart drumming hard in his ribcage, Ingo's tail twitch somewhat agitated...you sounded almost pleased with him, how could him almost crippling your ability to walk be pleasing??? 

He sighed in defeat. Humans are confusing...

"I'm sorry, I'll try and be more carful next time."

He murmured nuzzling you hair, that caused you to look at him like his grew five heads. *Next time...there's gonna be a next time? But than that would mean what Emmet's been telling You was true...* You licked you lips nervously and asked. "Ingo, do you like me?" The gargoyle tensed up at the question, most girls would've taken his silence as a bad sign and left.

You on the other hand knew Ingo well enough to know when he thinking hard about things... And given how red his face was turning, you may have hit the nail on that one. "Well, you presence is still annoying." Your lips twitched feeling pang of hurt in your chest. "But...I d-don't dislike you." He stammered Arc! Ingo wished he had his hat on right now... he can't handle you looking at him with that dopey look on your face.

"S-stop staring at me like that! we're going home!" Ingo huffed opening his wings to let you stand up, but your nervous voice cut in. "um, Ingo, my dress?" Ingo looked to see what was wrong? his face turn Cheri-berry when he saw state of, your it wasn't even a dress anymore, it was just a series of rags that covered you in all the right places... 

Ingo felt his pants get tight again, but quickly shook his head and looked around the roof for his jacket that he haphazardly toss aside to let to give his wings more room to move he found it a feet a away and handed to you to put on just as the door to garden opened.

Ingo quickly grabbed you and flew you both to the building next-door as two security guards looked around the area confused, one insisted he though he heard a scream. Causing your face to heat up as Ingo's grip on you tightened, they looked around the empty space. Finding the dug up ground from Ingo's claws and the bits of your dress scattered about, the guard looked concerned until they saw a ripped banner that looked similar in color to your dress.

They assumed it was a Pokémon that got in the garden's decorations and freaked out when it got tangled up in it, they mumbled about having cleaning up later and left. You and Ingo relaxed, before Ingo calmly flew off again this time towards his house...

Needles to say. Emmet had a field day with the 'I told ya so's' the next morning when he found you in Ingo's room curled up in bed with his older brother.

#pokemon x reader #submas #monster submas #monster x human #gargoyle #Gargoyle! Ingo #Gargoyle! Emmet #Subway Boss Ingo #ingo x reader #fem reader #submas smut #submas ingo #mature themes

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

games, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You don't have a crush on Min Yoongi. You two are just fucking. Yup. You ignore him for two weeks because of Pokémon. Sorry. Twelve days. He's mad about it (and drunk?). Oh, shit.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; OT6 are nosy so now it's somehow crack???? this always happens idk how; friends-with-benefits; soulmate vibes(?); ft my obsession Pokemon Scarlet / Violet; feels + smut (fem reader, penetrative sex, scratching, m-receiving oral, mutual masturbation, choking); non-idol!AU; switches between your POV and Yoongi's POV

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“Yoongi?”

Wow, that was loud and unexpected. Knocked you right out of your very pleasant dream of stuffing your face at a buffet with thick, juicy slices of prime rib, complete with flakes of premium sea salt.

“YOONGI?!”

You could still almost taste it, but, like all dreams, the savory delight slipped away from you rapidly as you groggily blinked and realized you were resembling a croissant folded into this couch.

“You have a crush on Min Yoongi of all people?!”

Similar to the flaky buttery pastry, you had no idea what the fuck was going on. Unlike the product of a baker’s pride, sentient life required you to reorient yourself into humanity, hazily taking note of the MapleStory mushroom-printed blanket draped over you and your empty hands. Your hands had been holding your phone before you passed out. You were obsessed with mobile puzzle games recently. It was nice to have games on the go to occupy yourself instead of, bleh, socializing. It was awesome. When you figured them out too easily though, they made you sleepy.

Anyway, where the hell was your phone?

“Really?! Yoongi-hyung? Oh my gosh, he texted a human being all in his own? Wow!”

That kind of excitement could only be the voice of…

“Come on, guys, hyung’s been better about such things recently. He’s surprisingly sentimental, you know.”

And that sensible voice was none other than…

Someone snorted.

That was Kim Seokjin.

You rubbed your eyes to see a familiar man holding your very expensive Samsung smartphone with your customized Rotom phone case, poking at the screen as if he was his own.

“What kind of illegal activity are you doing over there?” you hummed as you sat up, knowing full well he did not possess access due to the fingerprint scanner. One time you snuck up on him as he tried to snoop on your phone. He had flung it, so this time you calmly stayed on the sofa as your longtime friend on the armchair jumped, thoroughly scaring himself and the lean, tan drink-of-sunshine standing behind him.

“You’re awake!” Seokjin blurted. Tall, gangly if you squinted, absolutely handsome, somehow always dancing on the edge of endearing caretaker and walking disaster, Kim Seokjin threw himself out of the plushy white armchair and shoved your phone into your face accusingly as if you were the one responsible of wrongdoing. His chestnut-brown poofy hair bounced as he relentlessly poked you in the head. “You’re texting Min Yoongi! Is that the one you have a crush on?!”

“Er, technically all hyung asked was when the group was meeting up…” Jung Hoseok squeaked, radiating apologies while Seokjin continued poking you in the head with his free hand. “I tried to tell him not to touch your phone.”

“I’m sure you did,” you replied. “I’m also sure he didn’t listen.”

“Hey. Answer me.”

“Hyung…” The concerned, deep voice was coming from the barstools in the kitchen behind you, in the don’t-annoy-her-that’s-rude-but-also-it's-not-my-place-to-scold-since-I’m-younger tone. Kim Namjoon, who was probably reading a book and drinking tea at the counter. He must have been banished there. The last time he had done the same activities in the living room, he had spilled tea all over Seokjin’s white rug. That had earned him a good yelling.

You glanced at Hoseok’s rueful expression and half-smiled, waving your hand to indicate you weren’t that bothered.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me.”

Kim Seokjin believed he needed to know such information about you because he had been your friend since your accountant mother started dragging you to house calls to a very specific home (mansion) in hopes of child you falling in love with the dashingly handsome son of one of her clients (she told his parents that it was because she couldn’t afford daycare, but even child you knew better). Instead, Seokjin and you became inseparable hopelessly addicted gaming fanatics that could not imagine each other naked without puking.

You did end up becoming inseparable. Just not in the way your mother wanted.

Oops.

“I don’t have a crush on Min Yoongi.”

“Oh yeah?” He said it in a high-pitched, disbelieving tone. You swatted his hand and snatched your phone from him, peering at the message preview. “Why is he texting you then, huh? HUH?”

Your phone vibrated.

Sorry to bother you. I would have texted Seokjin-hyung, but he’s annoying.

“He says you’re annoying.”

“Ex-cuse ME?”

“Here’s the proof.”

“EXCUSE HIM?!”

-

“What.”

“Let me in. It’s cold out here.”

“What are you doing here?” Kim Taehyung sputtered, obediently opening his apartment door to the slightly shorter, much more imposing figure of Min Yoongi. His long black hair was wild and windblown, puffy black parka zipped all the way up, hood out but useless at the moment. Light denim jeans and black boots crusted with snow. Nothing but his serious, intense demeanor made him imposing. Yoongi carefully kicked off the white ice before stepping in, slowly raising an eyebrow at Taehyung’s askew brown locks and rumpled gray sweat set.

“You’re not leaving like that are you?”

Taehyung frowned. “I’m not, duh. Jimin’s taking ages to use the bathroom. I think he fell in the toilet.”

“Hey! I heard that! Who’s out there?”

“You won’t believe it,” Taehyung shouted back to the disembodied voice coming from inside his apartment. He pushed his hair back from his eyes like he himself couldn’t believe it, revealing his classically handsome sharp features and stunned frown. “It’s Yoongi.”

“YOONGI?!”

The Min Yoongi, of the hour it seemed, rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing back there?” he called to the voice inside from the front hallway, not moving.

“Fixing my hair!” Park Jimin yelled back several decibels louder.

“I’m surprised,” Taehyung said, looking scowling Yoongi up and down like he was some kind of unidentified foreign object. “I thought you weren’t coming. Didn’t you say you were busy?”

“I made myself unbusy,” Yoongi grumbled back, pulling out his phone.

“You don’t make yourself unbusy for no reason.” Taehyung persisted, sticking his face in between Yoongi and his phone, making those cat-like eyes above narrow in annoyance.

“There’s alcohol.”

Taehyung wiggled his dark eyebrows. “I thought you were cutting back.”

Deadpan.

“Life’s shit, man.”

The younger male broke out into his boxy smile and booming laugh, pulling his head of brown curls back to double over. It was the combination of Yoongi’s dead-inside expression and monotone reply that was making Taehyung snort, that and Yoongi’s immediate return to his phone as if nothing was happening. Yoongi still made no move to actually step further into the apartment. He simply continued standing in front of the closed front door, on the welcome mat next to the shoes thrown about because Kim Taehyung couldn’t be neat unless he was impressing someone, and those people were not his best friend Park Jimin and unexpected-guest-but-still-friend Min Yoongi.

“You’re so funny, hyung.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows as he stared at his phone and gave Taehyung absolutely fucking nothing to work with to continue the conversation.

“I guess you intend to drink since you stopped by here,” Taehyung chattered on, bored and unbothered about Yoongi’s lack of communication. “I’m closest to the train station and in between the karaoke bar. Plus sharing a taxi with us is cheaper than paying on your own.”

Silence.

Taehyung prodded Yoongi’s arm.

“Uh huh.”

Innovative answer.

“I think everyone is going to be there then,” Taehyung continued on, smooth baritone voice calming as he listed the people. “Namjoonie-hyung, Seokjinnie-hyung, Hoseokie-hyung, Jimin, Jungkookie, you, me…”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He’s asleep.”

Taehyung pointed to the couch. There was a blob of gray, black and white, too much fabric and face-down into the couch pillows. A poof of wavy black hair the only indication the pile was a human and not forgotten laundry.

“What is he, a newborn infant?”

“I don’t know. He said he was tired. If we don’t let him nap now, he’ll pass out during karaoke and we’re not strong enough to carry him out. Remember last time?” Taehyung sighed.

The monochrome blob that was supposedly the man named Jeon Jungkook suddenly snored, as if on cue.

“Yeah, I don’t know what he’s is doing in the gym but he’s unmovable,” Yoongi muttered.

The phone vibrated.

“Oh, is that me?” Taehyung immediately felt around his pockets and looked around. “Ah, where did I–”

But it was not him. Yoongi looked down. Unfortunately, you’ll bear witness to my awful singing. I apologize in advance. The corner of his lips ticked as he read the message. He breathed out. One, two, three, four seconds, and typed back. That makes the two of us then. A part of him thought he shouldn’t have started this conversation. He wasn’t good at this small talk thing, but one had to make some kind of effort in getting to know someone. And, anyway, he knew himself.

Do before getting carried away.

And, yeah, he wanted to know this one.

“I knew it.”

Yoongi slowly blinked, sensing an ominous presence staring at his phone screen, most certainly reading the name there. Sigh. He pulled his arm back and put his phone in his pocket, looking up to see the grinning, scheming, falsely-angelic face of Park Jimin looming into his peripheral view.

“Oooh, Min Yoongi has a crush.”

Yoongi said nothing, because saying nothing was better than reaching over and strangling Jimin. The latter would require physical effort. Oh, and perhaps land him in jail for murder. But that was only because Taehyung was here as witness.

“Huh… I thought I got a notification,” the latter commented, emerging from his bedroom with his uncased smartphone. Yoongi often wondered how Taehyung never cracked it, but perhaps he just bought new ones when he did. Taehyung often chose aesthetics over practicality. “Oh, finally, you’re out of the bathroom. Do I have to open a window to spare myself?”

“Tae, Yoongi-hyung has a crush,” Jimin sing-songed, bouncing around the older male teasingly as Yoongi remained statuesque. “He’s texting Seokjinnie-hyung’s lady gamer friend.”

Yoongi did not confirm or deny this information as Taehyung’s brown doe eyes went wide.

“OH?”

“Hyung’s flirting.”

Yoongi felt his right eyelid twitch.

“Jungkookie! Jungkookie, wake up, I have news!”

The blob trembled, suddenly alive, shaken violently by a hyper-excited Taehyung who couldn’t believe his ears even though he did not fact-check Jimin and had zero proof if his best friend was telling the truth or not. Apparently, he was filled with too much glee to relay this sudden revelation to the youngest, sleepiest one of the soon-to-be-drunk-as-fuck-karaoke group.

“W... Wuh?”

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook was not that articulate when barely roused from the dead.

“Yoongi-hyung’s flirting!”

Those big peepers snapped open.

“He’s WHAT?!”

-

“Mmm.”

The night smelled like smoke and someone’s delicious dinner.

“I should, ah, head home now that you’re safely at your door and all that.”

The winter night framed his figure. A halo of streetlamp light caught the gloss of his wavy black hair. Long and dark and shadowy, strands curling around high cheekbones and fair skin. He caught your gaze as you turned to face him. Black-brown eyes and unreadable expression. Half-zipped parka, black sweatshirt, and blue jeans with gray paint splattered onto one knee. No scarf. Strange, because you knew this man was the kind of guy who always wore a beanie and prioritized sensibility over aesthetics, and yet.

Min Yoongi raised his hands and exhaled into his curled palms, warming his nose at the same time. He looked away from you to do so.

“Cold?”

He shrugged. “It’s winter.”

You half-smiled, lifting your ungloved left hand. “My hands are always warm. My face always gets cold first before my hands.”

He eyed your fur-lined leather jacket. A chocolatey faux fur, softness peeking out from the tougher black fabric. Then his eyeline shifted. Intently observing your face. If you were younger, you might have thought you had to react differently. Been shy like the movies or some shit.

You simply waited, keeping your touch hovering in the winter night.

Slowly, you lowered your hand.

Something fluttered in the darkness that was those eyes. You had seen it before, maybe even spied it earlier this night. It was only a get-together between friends, drinks and karaoke, neither activity you particularly enjoyed which led to your original decision of not going. One small detail changed your mind, and he was standing right in front of you. Your singing was awful, but Yoongi was still polite enough to say that you were better than he was. I’m only good at rap. Sure. You heard what he said and his singing voice proved to contradict it. So Min Yoongi was that kind of liar, huh.

You didn’t say goodbye yet.

You could see Yoongi was waiting for you to say it first. You removed your other hand from your jacket pocket. Empty, purposefully leaving your keys behind. Calmly stared into those dark eyes as he stepped forward. You could feel it. The fire beneath the waves. Felt it all night. In the stolen glances, in the way he spoke to you, polite with piqued curiosity, in the way time stopped when your eyes connected.

You smiled.

His cold fingers touched the back of your hand.

You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need the conversation to be with words. His hand on yours, chills wrapping around the warmth. Experiential. Testing the feeling between you and him. You didn’t need to wonder what he thought of you. He had reached out and touched your hand and you let him, reaching between you and him to softly rub the back of his knuckles, silently speaking to those dark eyes and parted lips through touch. His other hand raised and laid above your joined hands.

Black strands curved around his cheeks as Yoongi lowered his head.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he whispered, smokey and dusky.

Bodies closer, breath mixing. Your head tilted. Lashes lowering. Cold night air disappearing because of the fire under the water, breath to breath, hot, almost burning, the desire to break the surface rising, rising.

“Is it this?” you murmured, barely audible.

You could tell a lot from one kiss. He did not hide his hesitancy or his want. Honesty from the very beginning of his lips on yours, surprised at the way you pressed back against him and inhaled, imprinting the moment to your memory with his scent. Your grip tightened and his did too, telling you everything you needed to know, kiss after kiss, pulling him to you, away from the winter night and memories of a friendly get-together, about to change them into something…

Else.

Yeah.

Fuck it, you were already pushing his parka down his shoulders before your front door finished closing. It was dark but that didn’t matter when you remembered where everything was, flicking on low lights and bringing his face close to yours again, creating the magical moments on your own, not waiting for Yoongi for do so. He was enough magic in his breathless gasps and the way he seamlessly followed the fervor of your kiss, his shallow sighs saturated with lust. There was very little talking except the conversation of bodies. Not much to say when you collided him into the wall and slid your hands under his sweatshirt, skin to warm skin, kisses turning to hot breath and flicks of tongue against his neck, shivers under your lips, and then he flipped the situation, strong hands on your shoulders and rolling against the wall, pinning you with his body.

Hair all over his eyes.

Shaking inhale.

A hall lamp lighting the left side of his face.

“Too fast?” you asked softly.

Dark orbs flickered to yours.

“… No.”

Closer, his air becoming your air.

“I just don’t want you to think this is the reason I walked you home. I didn’t want you to get hurt. Walking at night alone isn’t safe. People are crazy.”

You half-smiled. Alright, more of a smirk. “Maybe I’m one of them.”

A light chuckle, impressed and amused at the same time. “I was trying to sober up too.” Giving excuses.

“Heard you have a high tolerance.”

“Alcohol is alcohol.”

“So, does the alcohol wanna fuck me or do you?”

No one ever called you subtle.

Yoongi closed the distance, his hair falling against your forehead. You could tell he was struggling with himself whether or not to be swept up in the waves of your fire, or maybe struggling with what was wrong and what was right, or maybe he was hesitating once he felt your relentless energy under his hands, but you could also feel something pressing against your crotch and it wasn’t one of his legs.

He was very calm once he made his decision.

“What do you like?”

Your hands in his hair, his ear between your teeth, and his moan into your pillows. Clothes all over the floor, body to body, so much heat that you both seemed to forget it was winter. His hand on your breasts, your hard nipples between his fingertips, your mouth opening and extending your tongue, teasing him, tangling your legs in his. There was some irresistible about his smile and his smirk. You chased both, running your nails over his back and ass, his hard cock pressed to your thigh and his hiss against your neck, do you have condoms, we shouldn’t, but he didn’t need to finish since you were already prepared.

“I’m not irresponsible.”

“Oh?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow. Glanced at your rumpled sheets, his naked body as he rolled down the condom, and then at your naked body. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

You just smirked.

You were often careful after the first time, following the energy of the other person rather than your own desires. But this time, something was different. Your hand would press to his chest, fingernails curling in, and, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, his length filling you, contented sighs mixing, raking your nails down, lines of pain in your wake, listening to his hitched breath, his eyes flashing.

He didn’t say it, but his voice was in his racing heartbeat and throbbing cock.

More.

Not quite competitiveness but more like pleasure from pushing the limit. There was a certain measure of reservedness, like how he waited patiently for you to lift your leg up onto his shoulder. First one, and then you tapped his other arm. Yoongi raised his eyebrows, but he lifted his other arm, hand back to your mattress once you were folded under him.

You lifted your hips up and rammed into his crotch.

He sucked in a growl and winced, screwing his eyes shut. Probably to avoid you seeing anything too embarrassing. You let your muscles slowly close in around him, squeezing his hardness, letting yourself feel him inside you. Appreciating. He didn’t move right away. You did, steadily fucking him from below, his chest against your thighs, keeping the smirk on your face to stay as infuriating as possible.

“Fucking… Are you enjoying this?”

Low and dangerous, sweet chills up your spine at his deep voice.

“Do you fuck without the intent of enjoying it?” you countered.

He narrowed his eyes and fucked you into your mattress. Merciless and hard and deliberate. Good rhythm, which you expected. Intensity over speed, which you did not expect. Yoongi knew what he was doing. He was not just chasing his own pleasure. There was no need to with the way that you were nearly sending him over the edge with the control of your own muscles. He slowed down for a moment, lifting a hand and tracing your jaw with his fingertips, whispers under his pants, you have nice lips, you know, the perfect shape, and you licked the air, the tongue is better.

Cocked eyebrow, open-mouthed smirk.

“I’ll have to find out next time.” He ticked his head downward. “You wanna get off with me?”

“I will if you fuck me hard enough.”

“You don’t have to pretend.”

“I’m not. You’ll feel it, trust me.”

You thrusted with him to get that depth you liked and he did, in fact, feel it.

“F-Fuck!”

You bit your lower lip and grinned, throwing your head back and feeling your moan vibrate in your chest, lengthening your high with the containment. Eyes closing, no more talking, your arms up and hands clutching the pillows, fucking him as he fucked you, his swears turning into moans as he felt your orgasm convulse around him, honey wetness sticking to your inner thighs and his, chasing a higher high, cutting off every one before the final crescendo, not letting yourself fully let go, not yet, almost there, not yet.

Saturating every second with vicious, hot pleasure.

Somehow Yoongi knew. Felt it, chased it with you, his muscles tense, rigid, holding back too, building the higher high, harder, steady, fuck, so good.

Your name tumbling from his throat, the warning, and his from yours, the moment, orgasm so intense you forgot to breathe for a second, suspended, and then the crash, gasping as you felt him twitch inside you and your walls pulse, electricity shooting through your nerves, tingling and euphoric, gripping your pillows covered in your hair as Yoongi leaned forward and covered you in his hair and hot breath, colliding kiss matching the escalating beats of racing hearts.

Yoongi stared into your eyes much later, all his clothes back on.

“What?” you asked.

“Just memorizing your eyes.”

He kissed you.

-

“Love is more circumstance than fate.”

“I always thought so, too.”

These kinds of things came up in conversation around others. These were moments that happened by happenstance. For instance, in the middle of Taehyung’s tirade about how true love was definitely fate between two beings who had a connection unique to themselves that could not be replicated, and he deliberately ignored Yoongi when he pointed out that every connection one had with another was unique because it was between two individuals.

You and Yoongi shared a look of faint amusement in the midst of Taehyung’s abrupt soapbox speech.

Hoseok blinked and repeated his question of whether or not he suited the acorn-shaped pouch that was slightly overpriced despite being on sale. Namjoon injected and said that if he has asking then it meant that he was hesitating. Seokjin told him who cares, just buy it, it’s cute. That was enough convincing for Jung Hoseok. He brought it on the spot.

You found Yoongi afterward, waiting for you around the corner.

“Oh. I thought you went home.”

He looked at you, lowering the hood of his parka.

“I thought about it, but it had been a while since I appreciated the night.”

Then there was silence, until you were close, and then those dark eyes stayed on you, tendrils of black between you and him. Your fingertips touched the button placket of his coat. His head lowered. His breath had a little sweetness to it because of the Korean liquor. You kissed him.

You closed your eyes when you did.

You didn’t say much more.

You didn’t really look at his apartment when you arrived. You were too entangled in the lip lock and pinning his wrists to the wall. Heat pressed to heat. His tongue thrusting between your lips. The cold rapidly defrosting once skin was against skin.

Your nails down his chest.

Heavy exhale, burning anticipation.

You didn’t need to ask yourself, why am I like this. People spent years wondering on their own, but those years were already behind you, in lonely nights of both your parents working overtime and you alone at the table doing homework, cooking your own meals, cleaning up after yourself. If you wanted the video games to distract your brain, you had to be a good daughter. Being a good daughter was not that hard. Do all the things you were supposed to do and take up as little mental space as possible.

Something like that.

You ran your tongue along the inside of Yoongi’s thigh and savored his shudder.

The only detail that slightly annoyed your mother was that you weren’t interested in marrying Seokjin and Seokjin was clearly not interested in marrying you. Not much she could do about that. She gave up on asking for those kinds of details after that, mostly to avoid her own disappointment.

You wrapped your tongue around hot, taut skin, controlling the pressure of your tongue and lips. Up, down, tongue moving independently along the underside of the head, so precise that you saw his fingers sink into his sheets, surprise rippling over his features. Raised an eyebrow at him, letting the amusement show.

Yoongi smirked, a look that suited him very much.

All the way down, hitting the back of your throat. Easy. Guess a lot of people could call you a whore for that but, then again, the ones who actually knew were probably too busy pining over the fact that they would never feel it once more. Didn’t help that you acted as if it never happened once you were done.

You had dedication to games, but to people?

Not really.

It was fun to figure out people. It was fun discovering Yoongi. His sounds, every sigh, the tone of his moan, the way his breath shook when you took him deep and slow. He became very hard every time you went as deep as possible, past the point of breathing. He didn’t try to push your head or interfere with your pace. It was as if he trusted your movement, which was what he should do, because you knew what you were doing.

You swirled your tongue around the head as you went down.

He sucked in a gasp and closed his eyes, visible tension over his chest.

There was a strange familiarity to his movements. That was the only way you could describe the ease of reading his body language. Sometimes you let yourself feel the extent of the pleasure and sometimes you let the pressure build in your body to wallow in the torture of the buildup, like what he was doing now. He wanted to last, so you made it last. Not too fast. Tongue all over his hard, pulsing length, slowing down at the right moment of his hips shivering, layering the intensity again, stroking his balls as you sucked him, spreading the dripping saliva all over.

You hadn’t been having sex with Yoongi for very long, but it felt like you already knew his body.

You let him consider the possibility of you not letting him cum and then you continued the intensity, pushing him over the edge.

“… F-Fuck…!”

Rammed the throbbing head down your throat and felt his thick, salty orgasm spurt into the confines, leaking over your tongue and the roof of your mouth, breathing in to push it back. His hips involuntarily jerked and you immediately reached up to grip them and shove him back down, swallowing around the harsh pulses.

You heard Yoongi moan, low and sweet and erotic.

People were like games.

Only few had replay value.

-

He thought about saying something, but there wasn’t much to say.

It was his policy to not make something out of nothing. Grander, more general things, sure, he kept those ambitions. But, day-to-day, he learned it was better to go with the flow. You didn’t have disappointments if you didn’t expect much to begin with, so Yoongi didn’t expect much and let himself feel what he wanted to feel.

Like his hands on those thighs and pressing delicious legs to his chest as he sank in.

He tended to enjoy the fucking on top simply because it was easier for him. Most of the time, he didn’t feel much need to experiment or be creative. Most of the time, they weren’t worth it. Her? He fucked her in every position he could think of. This time, he felt the urge to fuck with most of his clothes on, with her holding up his shirt as he thrust into her on the edge of the bed. Not the most optimal position for maximum pleasure, but the arousal in the unnatural movement was enough to get him off.

Her too.

He could tell by the unforgiving clenching around his cock and the sopping wetness that was sticking to his balls, which was causing him to last minutes. You would think the human body would last longer if it felt better, so the pleasure could be felt more extensively, but his dick was much more interested in the instant gratification it was getting.

Oh, well.

He would have to fuck multiple times then, to prolong the pleasure.

She was the one to ask him first. Meeting without the false alibi of just happening to be at the same gathering at the same time. He went with the flow. Their fingertips touching. Her leaning in and kissing his collarbone, lips so soft that they made his nerves spark and muscles shiver, tilting his head back as her tongue traced a thin line upwards, wet heat against his pulse, her hand falling from his hand, tracing his neck.

“Choke me,” he whispered.

Yoongi liked doing things for the sheer curiosity of it.

She sucked on his ear when she choked him and electrified his whole body with lust, his hands finding her hips and slamming them down on his crotch, moaning into her ear shamelessly.

Yoongi knew he got himself into moments like this.

It wasn’t anyone’s fault but his own.

His fingers buried into her wet, warm pussy and he inhaled, drinking in the sweet scent of her juices, in, out, so good, the feeling of power and pleasure at his fingertips, tactile and visceral and intense. Staring into those piercing eyes with one hand around his neck and the other around his hard cock, choking both until he came on her thigh and hip, but not before she came onto his fingers, pushing himself to the brink with his forearm vibrating. Ended up being sore the next day.

Worth it.

Yoongi told himself to do before getting carried away.

He was getting carried away, especially when he was alone.

His shaking breath, breathe in, breathe out, high on the bliss, their lips colliding, covered in each other, salty, sweet, sticky, closer but not, and it was nobody’s fault but his own, because he always thought about saying something, but didn’t.

There wasn’t much to say.

He looked into those eyes, and he didn’t want to say anything. Just wanted to appreciate their shape, their color, the feeling they gave him when he gazed into them, like he could live million lifetimes but recognize those eyes every time. A strange kind of familiarity that didn’t have an explanation. He had known Kim Seokjin for a while, but Seokjin was protective of his female friends, especially his most important one.

So, Yoongi stayed respectful until his brain started getting carried away because his dick wasn’t doing enough.

Well.

He tried.

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“I gotta ask you something.”

“You can ask me after you press A, you dimwit.”

“I am pressing A. It’s lagging!” Seokjin growled, bopping you on the arm. You continued leaning against his broad shoulder as the Pokémon raid loaded up. “Are you dating Yoongi?”

“Mmm,” was your reply as you pressed the buttons in order. Battle, Swords Dance, on your Ceruledge. Had to get the setup going to do the most damage before your stats become nullified. The raids in Pokémon were meant to convince players to participate in online play, but math and logic could help you solo or duo them quite easily. You needed Seokjin there so you had one less idiot AI. In fact, Seokjin only purchased this generation of Pokémon to help you out in certain things. Raids and completing the Pokédex. He wasn’t as attached to the series as you were. He played so he could understand what you meant when referencing it, but he wasn’t that invested.

He was a good friend.

“Are you or not?”

“Don’t think it’s any of your business,” you responded absentmindedly, reaching over to command his statistically-perfect Arboliva that you gifted him for this very purpose to perform Helping Hand. You might as well have been doing this raid alone. Seokjin was basically simply a spare console accompanied by a warm body.

For now.

Kidding… unless?

Nah, he was too much fun to tease.

“It is my business. You’re my friend, he’s my friend and, if you two are dating, it’ll make the group all weird.”

“Your friend group is already all weird.”

Seokjin prodded you in the head as you selected Bitter Blade for your attack move. “Be serious.”

“Ask him.”

“I did. He said to ask you.”

“Huh.”

Silence.

“… I’ll kill him if he abandons you.”

You couldn’t pause the raid. It was timed and the raid Pokémon had to be defeated in that time, or you would get kicked out. You didn’t say anything. Just kept pressing buttons, turning automatic.

“Well, I won’t kill him. I’ll make Jungkook kill him.”

Reaching over Seokjin, who did nothing to help you. He just held the Switch as you selected the correct moves and thought about who you needed to raise next. Maybe a Gardevoir. You needed more special attackers to avoid Abilities like Cursed Body and the Burn status condition.

Seokjin was suddenly quiet.

“… You think he’d do that?” you finally said, not quite sure what you meant in asking that.

You felt a hand on your head, bringing you closer to broad shoulders and his game.

“I don’t know.��

One thing about Seokjin was that he always told the truth.

-

“Are you getting your dick wet or what?”

Yoongi blinked slowly.

“What?”

“Jimin, you can’t ask that,” Hoseok scolded, whacking Jimin’s chopsticks with his own to punish the younger male because the walking sunshine was too pure-hearted to physically strike Jimin. “Eat your food.”

Jimin thinned his plump lips and gave Yoongi the side eye instead of eating his meal like Hoseok told him to. “I think you are. I feel it.”

Yoongi made the executive decision to ignore Jimin and continue serving himself the soup, adding plenty of vegetables. “Hoseok, haven’t you been working a lot lately? You need to eat more meat. You’re getting too thin.”

“You sound like my parents, hyung,” Hoseok laughed jovially as Yoongi added extra slices of marinated beef onto his plate. “Thanks, thanks.”

“Don’t avoid the question,” Jimin continued, buzzing away like a determined bee.

“I get it wet every day. It’s called a shower.”

“You know what I mean.”

“And I answered you.”

Jimin squinted under his fluffy auburn locks. “You’re sussy.”

“Huh?” Hoseok blinked rapidly, cocking his head. “Sussy?”

“Suspicious. Taehyung taught me.”

Hoseok’s lips curled into a round ‘o’, seemingly filing away this new lingo. “Man, sometimes I feel so old around you and Taehyung even though I’m only a year older.” The bustling restaurant complimented his cheerful voice, warm smells and fragrant conversation mixing with the clinking of plates and glasses. He reached over the table, patting Yoongi on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re talking to someone though. I thought you were going to die alone.”

Those cat-like eyes shifted away.

“… Thanks.”

Nothing more.

“Uh oh, there’s trouble in paradise already.”

“Is something wrong?” Hoseok asked, frowning slightly at the older male’s reaction.

Yoongi sighed, and shook his head.

“It’s nothing. There’s not much to say about it.”

Hoseok caught on right away, nodding intently. “Right! Speaking of, Jimin, I heard you are leading a theater production all on your own.”

“A-Ah, just the choreography for the songs…” A small hand attempted to wave away Hoseok’s sudden unwavering excitement. “Really, it’s not that serious…”

“Yes, it is! A musical! With weeks and weeks of shows…!”

Yoongi avoided looking at his phone all night. He kept his eyes forward and focused on the conversation with his friends. If he didn’t, he would be stuck in his thoughts, wondering what all those nights really meant if all he had now was silence and a loveholic’s hangover he didn’t ask for.

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“Oh, shit.”

Those were the first words you had spoken to a real, physical, in-the-flesh human being in a long time (Seokjin didn’t count). First words you had spoken all day, actually. Wait. Maybe you exclaimed out loud, you little fucker, get in the damn ball, earlier. Highly probable. No need to censor yourself when you were at home.

“You have left me on read for two weeks.”

“Oh… shit.”

After the shock had set in, the cold suddenly became apparent. It was winter, after all. Extra obvious by the snow on the ground and the big black parka the person outside your door was wearing, although the red flush around his neck and cheekbones was not from the icy breeze.

“Two weeks,” the man at your front door repeated with a growl, and he started advancing which, in most cases, would be a sign to call the police.

“Surely,” you sputtered, fumbling with your phone in your other hand, letting go of the knob because the screen was tab after open tab of various Pokédex entries of the Pokémon you were considering spending your previous in-game money on to make statistically perfect. Ahem, anyway, you hurriedly changed apps to your Messages app, your eyes widening as you saw the dates of your last messages.

Oh shit.

“Actually, it’s only been twelve days–”

“Twelve days of nothing,” he snapped, slamming closed your front door that you were honestly slightly grateful for. It was fuckin’ cold out there. “And what do I hear tonight? Just yesterday you were speaking to Jeon Jungkook on the phone.”

And, at this point, Min Yoongi got in your face.

You held your phone close to your purple sherpa pullover and stepped back as a stern, gracefully annoyed expression confronted you. Wild long black hair, furrowed eyebrows, and flashing dark eyes. Flushed pink lips twisted into irritation. Open jacket revealing his black sweater and light blue jeans, strange for such a cold night.

“Have you been drinking?” you observed, catching a whiff of his exhale.

“I’m not drunk,” Yoongi countered, backing up and scowling. “I was at Namjoon’s and then I remembered you lived nearby. So, I walked.”

“You… walked?”

“Yeah.”

You blinked slowly.

“Kim Namjoon… if you’re walking… that’s about an hour away….”

The scowl straightened out, leaving a stoic profile as Yoongi refused to look at you.

He grunted.

You were surprised.

“I… Jeon Jungkook called me.” You felt the sudden urge to fill the space of silence as the man before you kept his gaze at a firm ninety-degrees to the wall despite your face being right there. “He was worried about Seokjin, because he kept trying to call him. Seokjin had sent him a box of grapes from his uncle’s farm and Jungkook was trying to thank him via call because his mom told him he couldn’t simply text, but Seokjin wasn’t answering the calls and then Jungkook got worried so he called me since I have Seokjin’s family number but then I reminded Jungkook that that rich guy and his family went to a luxurious mountain resort to go skiing and wouldn’t be back until next weekend,” you finished in a jumbled mess of oversharing.

Silence.

You were highly aware that your Nintendo Switch was loudly playing the classic, cheery jingle of the Pokémon Center in your bedroom, echoing the bright notes throughout your apartment as, er, your possibly-soon-to-be-past fling? current interest? situation-ship? continued staring at the wall as if the paint was the one speaking to him.

To reiterate, you were surprised.

“I… I didn’t think you cared,” you explained, looking up at Yoongi.

He turned his head.

Looking down, black hair around his cheeks. Lashes lifting, slow motion, dark brown orbs raising, then the darkness was on you, and there was no anger, no malice, the heated air of his rash imposition fizzling out once your eyes connected.

His lips parted.

Nothing came out, as if he was about to say something emotional but then stopped himself. His brows knitted together, a moment of recollection, and then.

“Namjoon said I should be honest, so I’m here to tell you that you pissed me off by ignoring me,” he mumbled.

You blinked. Slowly, once again.

“O… Oh. I apologize.”

Silence except heartbeats.

Yoongi looked away.

You could piece the entire picture together now. Your eyes shifted, side to side, to his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, to the faint tint of pink around his ears and neck, to his relaxed shoulders and that tense heart, and you were surprised because Yoongi had always held himself with a devil-may-care attitude and straightforward bluntness. Not that you didn’t think there was more, but rather it seemed as if he didn’t want to address that under any circumstances and you had no need for more when you were your own happiness, and so you asked him another question.

“Is this you or the alcohol talking?”

Yoongi clicked his tongue and frowned, flickering glare meeting you. “Alcohol doesn’t make you a different person. I’m not someone else just because I had a few bottles with Namjoon. I have a high tolerance anyway.”

You smiled.

“I know. Wanted to make sure you were thinking the same thing I was.”

That was why Yoongi and you ended up in this situation. Because he seemed to always end up thinking the same thing you were. There wasn’t much discussion or mystery. There was you and there was him in the same place at the same time. Multiple times. Overlapping interests, but not all the same. Kept things interesting. Discovering you had the same core values and then the same kind of comfortable silence that turned into his hand on yours, experimental, are you thinking what I’m thinking, bodies closer, breath mixing, heads tilting, is it this?

Playing the game.

The Pokémon Center music faded out and then picked up again, always aggressively joyous, always ready to nurse your team back to full health.

You rubbed the back of your head sheepishly. “Hah… I’ve just… been playing the new Pokémon game came out recently, so I took time off to play it… thought I said…”

“You did say,” he interrupted.

Awkward pause.

“You did say,” and this time Yoongi sighed, suddenly smacking his palm into his forehead and rubbing it, mussing up his own hair. “You did say, and I believe everyone should enjoy something with the kind of passion you exhibit for your interests. I just wanted you to involve me even though I know nothing.”

You stared at him.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Why would I involve you in something you don’t care about?”

“I don’t care about it yet.”

“Why would you care about it?”

He flung his hand away from his face and scowled. “Are you an idiot?”

“Depends, are you confessing?”

Again, no one ever called you subtle.

Frigid embarrassment, and it wasn’t from you. Shocking. Suddenly your wall became irresistible to Yoongi’s eyeballs once more. You patiently waited.

“… No.”

“Ah. I see.”

You did see, straight through his bullshit.

Yoongi pursed his lips and gave you the side-eye. “I don’t want to play games.”

You shrugged. “Well, I do, because I’m a nerd, and I could make you a nerd too if you take off your shoes and come to the bedroom.” Chewed on your lip and felt that you should go back to being serious, at least for a moment. “I am sorry. I thought you would call me a kid, and I like you enough to not want you to be so ignorant, so I especially avoided speaking much about playing Pokémon. Honestly, I would rather hear you say that you don’t want to see me anymore than hear you talk shit about my cute pocket monster friends.”

Yoongi surprised you again.

He rolled his eyes.

“I don’t hate Pokémon. I used to watch the animation as a kid. I somewhat regret not being more into it, because then maybe you would have let me in a lot more if we had that common interest.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

“Putting your dick in my pussy is not letting you in a lot more?”

He raised an eyebrow back.

“You’re right. That was the alcohol talking,” he replied in a deadpan voice.

You smiled.

He smiled back. It did not seem like he wanted to and it did not seem like he could help himself either. What a predicament. You couldn’t relate.

“Do people like to tell you you’re difficult?” you asked with too much glee, unable to hide your amusement any longer.

The corner of his lips twitched. “All the fuckin’ time.”

You nodded knowingly. “Did you know we have that in common?”

He ticked his head at you, messy black hair over his cheeks and open-mouthed smirk. “Strangely enough, I seem to have learned that tonight.”

“I’m about to teach you a lot more, this time about Pokémon and not about how deep I can throat dick.”

“Consider giving me a supplemental lesson about the latter in the morning when I’m completely sober.”

“Hmm, I accept if can you listen without falling asleep.”

Yoongi eventually did fall asleep, but he did last three hours and retained most of the information in the morning despite being a drunk, ahem, not drunk (according to him) man confessing his feelings at your doorstep. In the future, once he had purchased his own game and was playing alongside you, he would insist that moment was not the one when he confessed, that he definitely confessed later (sober, mind you), and that he definitely did not purchase a Nintendo Switch and start studying the Pokédex more because of you (he had simply found the game a good way to wind down).

Games were just more fun to play now when he had a player two.

Yeah.

We know better.

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[onyourhyuck]

Oops! I Did It Again. | Huang Renjun. (M)

Prologue- “I’m sorry but you’re a player. I’m not falling for it again.” + “Come on baby. You can do it again. Three times a charm.”

summary: you’re a popular player at your university. You catch people like they are pokemons. Huang Renjun fell at your demise twice but he is telling himself he won’t go back to you for a third time. That’s what they all say however…

the warnings: player!fem reader x Huang Renjun. smut and suggestive. this relationship is typical friends with benefits that’s on and off. reader and renjun have a sorta toxic dynamic (fr red flags together). grinding. sex on top of their car(?) in an empty parking lot.

the notes- inspired by Britney Spears Oops I did it again.

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renjun was done with your excessive player tactics that leave him high and then you leave him low to dry. one day you’re so in love with him and the next day you are back to your usual routine. pulling people around place to place by strings as if they were your own little brand puppets. well renjun is most definitely not going to let you use him like this. no way in hell. you can continue dreaming about it but it will never happen. that’s what he told himself. But his best friend, Chenle, thinks otherwise.

He grits his teeth as he squeezes the pen in between the two fingers watching you come forward slowly with a wide smirk and a lollipop stuck on your cherry red lips. those same devilish lips were round his cock two days ago, they should’ve stayed on there considering he’s about to be your victim now. Chenle bellows. “That is my cue to leave man. Good luck. You’re probably going to end up hooking up with her again.” The blonde heavily emphasis on it.

Renjun turns around side-glaring his beautiful doe-Iris at the boy. “I won’t hook up with her again.” he hiss.

“that’s what you said the second time.” chenle sang walking away from the dark and empty parking lot with no car but renjun’s red mercedes. the car is the old version from the 90s; vintage and aesthetically pleasing in the 21st century. now that you two were alone you lean on the car pushing one hand around renjun who was leaning on the door. your face barely giving him space and the sweet favourable raspberry lollipop makes a satisfying small but clear ‘pop’ in between your lips. With a deep sigh you tilt your head cutely.

he hates how attractive you are. Your magnetic field has no reason to be this radiant where he can only see and think of you wherever he goes. The way those denim blow shorts rest upon your figure so nicely, fitting your round ass and the curve thin waist with your little heart shape belly piercing out; the open white shirt sleeves rolling up on the forearms and the white tank top revealing the cleavage blocking renjun’s sight makes it awfully hard to parry out of sight. the way your arms block him from exiting the small space your arms gave him where so you can lean with your intimidating flirtatious man-eater eyes laying upon him as if he were your one and only prey. in all honesty, he were your favourite. You love the power he gives over your when you darn well about the way you make him head over heels. The charge he gives you so submissively but at the same time he was hard to tame down too. there is no doubt you were hard to obtain and get because of how much your dating lifestyle differs from setting down but renjun wasn’t clinging on you. he wasn’t expecting anything less than one night stand. even though he’s practically in love with you, you’re using him till he can’t give out more— . This makes renjun different from the other people you slept with.

he isn’t easy. You love challenges. You’re back for more until he breaks down and Renjun knows. He rolls his eyes to the side at the momentarily silence. “What do you want y/n?” You only smirk at him. “I want you babe.”

“Very funny.” Renjun pushes your two arms back to you and off the car. You lick the lollipop as you trail softly, watching the car.

“Go to your other hoes. You seem to never run out of them.” He said shading past you as you smile only at those pathetically pity words ; oh how cute renjun is when he sulks and pretends he isn’t hurt by your lifestyle. you can only lean on the front of the car where you follow him.

You sneakily add with a wink hitting him. “You are my favourite hoe, injun.” renjun couldn’t lie when his nickname rolls out your lips like a melodic song— changing the subject he murmurs lowly. “don’t call me that.” he throws.

You turn around looking at him with blank eyes, questioning what he had said. renjun looks back at you with careful eyes watching yours, trying the best to not sail and get lost in those ocean eyes. “You can’t call me injun. Only friends call me that.”

“ouch so cold hearted baby. two days ago i was allowed to scream your name so loud my neighbours know you. they haven’t even met you.” you point out bringing the both of you to reminisce the lovely night you spend with him for the second time, the night he cannot forget no matter how much he tried to. a reddish colour tints his cheeks and you grin ear to ear as those round brown eyes staring into yours widen in shock. “Remember now? our beautiful night we spent together. God i can’t forget that. the way you were moaning my name all night long, kissing each other.” you trail listing all sorts of dirty things you’ve done together that might. The way you tied him up and edged him for hours. his body shivers when you lean closer bringing your lips close to his but renjun was quick to snap out of it.

he moves away as he lets out a big deeply sigh. he looks back at you with hateful eyes but something on them were still love. “I’m sorry but you’re a player. I’m not falling for it again.” He strictly bellows at you with a belittle tone enough to make you feel more adrenaline and rush to prove him wrong . He thinks he can restrain himself? He could barely do it two days ago and four days ago where your first time together happened. What’s he so sure about the third? you can’t wait to break down his spirit. Your hands reach over cupping his face so lovingly, the way your touch melts him like he were an ice cream on a hot summer day was inane.

Your voice seductively touches the tip of his trembling heart at your service. You just have to play your strings there and there and he will be running to you. Chasing you. “Come on baby. You can do it again. Three times a charm.” You were so quickly witty. Renjun felt himself move forward as you pulled away suddenly.

He can’t stay away from you. He can’t forget you. He cannot get enough of you; at this point is he even human? Or is he only your favourite boy toy? As much as that sounds like heaven to renjun, he knows how his feelings play a big role on your advantage. But he can’t help but fall in a little deeper and wanting to indulge. He’s wishing to go back. His mind , heart, body , spirit all of them want to crawl back right at you.

Renjun saw your back turn to him when you start to walk away from the car entirely. In your head there was a five second count down; 1. 2. 3. 4… and 5. On the final number a hand reaches to grab on your wrist pulling your body down on the car bonnet, lifting your perky ass on top of the vehicle he has your legs straddling his waist as he practically moans when reaching to roughly kiss you. You were so right, in less than five seconds he was dragging you back. Back to him. He crawled to you again. For the third time. In the never endless cycle of toxicity between you two it made yourself and him indulge proudly. Your skin on skin contact casts shivers and the rough wind brushing behind yours back only enhance the pleasure and adrenaline quickly.

Grinding on your core. Renjun was desperately finding a way to create fiction. You let out a sultry chuckle watching the boy whine a grunt.

“You’re so pathetic. Rejecting me and then running right back up.” You whisper to him and he looks at you with an embarrassed expression. “You’re one to talk y/n. You don’t fuck with the same people more than once. So why me?”

Silence engulfs your two before your scrunch and furrow your eyebrows together. Grabbing his shirt roughly pulling him forward where you kiss those lips so deep it makes them swollen and red. You couldn’t help but feel angry for being called out, because it is true. You just hoped he didn’t notice. You don’t know why you’re always coming back for more but nevertheless, he was your favourite so perhaps that’s why. You pull away. String saliva connecting you and Renjun who were lost and drunk on your sex completely, you push him on top where you are on his lap straddling it with a direct grind between your entrance and his harden crotch. Soft moans linger into the air. He can’t believe he is going to fuck you out into the open on top of his car— and where any car can come in this parking lot.

“Just shut up and let me fuck you while you sit still and look pretty hm?”

It’s risky. But so are you. Renjun is aware what he brought upon himself and now the consequences to this will hit him in the morning.

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[silentmoths]

A cold cure for Insomnia

Hey look, it's not a genshin fic

wild huh?

I'll preface this with 2 things: 1: I am, for some reason, incredibly nervous abt posting a fic that is 100% outside my wheelhouse. I've never actually posted anything but genshin fic since I started uploading a couple years ago, only like, one friend has ever seen anything else from me so this is a bit of a step. 2: this is nothing put pure, indulgent lesbian bullshit and I'll also note that I have no idea how to write f/f smut, so be gentle with me.

If you're only here for my genshin stuff, have a nice day and we'll be back to regularly scheduled bullshittery shortly. Until then, please enjoy me, self indulging over my pokemon wife.

Elite 4 Rika x Fem!Reader 7.4k words, not proofread, we die like prof. sada

NSFW, honestly it's just a whole lot of fkn smut with some fluff sprinkled in there, praise kink, hair pulling, use of toys, oral, tribbing, koraidon being an unintentional wingman.

What a day.

Sometimes you wonder how Nemona did it, rushing around doing champion things all the time. Honestly, ever since you’d beat Geeta all those years ago while you were still in school, it felt like every day was ‘go here, check this gym, go there, check that gym.’ And you were getting a little tired of it.

Especially recently, with Nemona currently travelling somewhere in the Kalos region doing Arceus knows what, and Geeta being stuck in paperwork hell with the Academy preparing for their annual treasure hunt, you’d been swamped, needing to go and check every. Single. Gym. to make sure they were all up to par.

(who knows maybe this year a new student would claim the champion title and you could retire? That’d be nice.)

Montenevera was the last stop on your trip, and while the vibe was always lovely in the snowy mountain town…you’d never been particularly fond of the cold… Only made worse by Rhyme and her gang of ghost pokemon sending a particular shiver down your spine that you just couldn’t shake.

Night had fallen by the time you finally walked out the sliding doors of the League building, only to be greeted by your one nemesis. 

Fucking snow.

Here, on the outskirts of Mesagoza.

You wanted to scream, but that wasn’t very becoming of a League champion now was it?

So with a sigh, you reach for a specific pokeball on your hip. The trek home wasn’t far, but in the sleet and cold, you knew it’d be faster if you rode.

Koraidon however, apparently had other ideas. 

The moment his feet touch the cold ground, he yelps and backs right up and into the League building once again.

“Koraidon…c’mon bud, we just need to get home.” you sigh “I know you’re tired too…I promise to make you the best dang sandwich when we get home…yeah?” 

The paradox pokemon simply looks at you with wide, sad eyes and a low chitter before he willingly returns to his ball. 

Great….just great. Not even your most reliable pokemon was willing to brave even more snow, not after today.

“Woah-ho, what’s gotten under his scales?” a familiar voice sounds from behind you, snapping you from your despondent staring at Koraidon’s pokeball. The familiar click of dress boots give her away before Rika steps into view.

How she always managed to look so very casual while pulling off suspenders was beyond you, but every time you were anywhere in the vicinity of the first member of the Elite four, you found your mouth running dry and your mind wandering very far away from here. She tilts her head at you and it takes her waving her hand in front of your eyes to realise you were absolutely staring at her.

Way to go.

“Woah, you alright? You look wiped.” She comments, her brow furrowing as she looks you up and down. 

“A-ah…yeah, sorry…s’been a long few days…” you eventually mumble, turning your gaze to the floor as you clip Koraidon’s ball back to your belt with the others. “Geeta’s had me checking and rechecking all the gyms to make sure they’re ready for the next treasure hunt…we just got back from Montenevera…cold…tired…and now it’s snowing a-and Koraidon is just…too tired to take me home..” 

A slender, comforting hand gently rests between your shoulder blades, rubbing small, soothing circles and it takes everything in you to not crumble apart there, man, how desperate did you have to be to nearly cry at friendly touch? “You live all the way on the other side of town, dontcha?” She asks, her free hand raising to push some of her green hair from her face as the look of worry on her features only seems to grow “Ain’t no way you’re making that walk in this state…”

“I’ll live…” you sigh, hanging your head and readjusting your bag as you lift your head to look at the snow flurry that was definitely only getting heavier.

“Nah, C’mon, you can crash at mine tonight, it’s closer.” Rika chimes, patting you on the back and passing you a wink before she heads out the door. 

You blink, watching her back in silence, there was no way she had just invited you to spend the night, absolutely no way. You needed to go see a doctor and maybe get your hearing checked-

“You comin? Or did Rhyme’s Toxtricity paralyse you up there in Montenevera?” She calls, stopping and looking over her shoulder. There's a…a look in her eyes that you can't quite make out, but it makes your heart jackhammer just that little bit, especially when she turns and offers her hand “C’mon, let's get you home, yeah?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you blink at her outstretched, gloved hand and then up at her smile.

Arceus, you were weak…how you ever made champion when you can’t even look the first of the Elite four in the eye without feeling your cheeks heat, you’ll never know.

Finally, you reach out and take her hand, not expecting her to tug you into her side, arm draping over your shoulders as she starts walking again, all but pulling you along with her. Her hand gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as she shares her body warmth with you on the trek down the mountainside towards the tunnel. For someone so slim, she was…much warmer than you expected, and you find yourself sleepily zoning out, simply focusing on one food in front of the other.

Thankfully, Rika was pretty alright with not needing to make small talk. This wasn’t the first time you had both just…existed in the same space in silence…to be fair the silence on your part before was because you had no idea how to talk to her without muddling your words like a lovestruck idiot, and perhaps that was still the case. Regardless, you play up the ‘tired’ aspect and simply bask in being close.

The unfortunate downside to the tunnel from Mesagoza up to the League headquarters, was the wind. Right now? Frigid and inhospitable, the icy chill stinging at your eyes, at least until your companion comes to your rescue, shifting you behind her taller frame and blocking the wind, hand moving from your shoulder to your hand, giving that same reassuring squeeze as she looks over her shoulder, small smile on her face.

You swear you can feel her thumb gently rubbing over your knuckles as she bends her arm behind her back to keep a secure hold on you.

Rika…she really was something else, something you didn’t deserve.

The moment the tunnel spits you both out into Mesagoza’s side streets, she takes an immediate right. Had you been walking home, you would have had to take a left and trudge all the way to the other side of the city, past the academy and almost to the pokemon centre by the west gate. 

The flurry of snow was only getting worse, you can feel your clothes growing heavy and damp, and the concrete was getting slippery. Thankfully it’s not all that long before she tugs you into an apartment building and into a blessedly warm elevator. Holding you steady as your world begins to spin and blur at the edges. Perhaps you really had pushed it a bit too much today, hitting Cascarrafa, Glaseado and Montenevera in a single day…

“Hey.” Rika murmurs as your head rests against her shoulder “Stay with me, nearly there, kay? We’ll get you inside n’warmed up, yeah?” 

“Mmh…kay..” you manage to mumble back, simply enjoying being held, even if it was light. Her arm wrapped around your torso as you just breath. She smells like Cedarwood…and maybe a hint of Ozone…might have something to do with her Camerupt… but it’s not an unwelcome scent at all. You only get a few moments to enjoy it before the elevator chimes, and you’re gently tugged out into, and down a hallway. Rika’s free hand fishing her keys from her pocket. She has to let you go to get the door open, muttering something about a stuck lock and needing to call maintenance, but with a bodily shove of her shoulder, the lock clicks and the door swings open.

Her apartment is blessedly warm, she must have left the heater on when she left for work this morning, because the warm air nearly takes you out before you even enter the door, needing to lean against the frame with a relieved sigh, knowing that even if you had made it home tonight, your heater had definitely not been on, and hadn't been for several days.

Rika only laughs softly, gently pulling you inside so she could close the door. 

“Here…lets get you to the bathroom and into the shower…you’re absolutely freezing.” She mutters. Half-carrying you down the hall. Her apartment is…honestly what you expected. Neat enough, but not overly tidied. Lived in, comfortable, Inviting. Shades of soft greens and earthy tones scattered everywhere, a few large pokemon beds scattered about for her pokemon to enjoy outside of their balls. The only things really alluding to the fact that Rika was far more well off than most had to be the massive TV mounted to the living room wall, and what looked like one of the newer game consoles…the ones that had been super hard to get because of a manufacturing supply issue…fancy.

You don't quite register that she’s slowly pulling your clothes away from you until she’s already got your beanie, scarf and jacket off, each item thrown into her laundry hamper, at some point she’d also already started the shower for you, the room already beginning to fill with steam. You snap back to reality when theres a gently tug at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for your permission to remove it. 

“O-oh, I uh…s-sorry…” you mumble, raising your arms above your head anyway, cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment as she pulls the item away, the tank top beneath still leaving you modest enough to not die on the spot. “I-I can handle it from here…” 

“You sure?” she murmurs softly “S’no big deal to me.” 

“Y-yeah…I’ll be fine…thanks.” 

You watch as the tiniest hint of…disappointment? Flickers across her features…no, surely you were imagining…but she doesn’t push it any further.

“Alrighty, I’ll go find something you can wear for the night and then throw your clothes in the laundry once you’re in the shower, yeah?”

“Mm…t-thank you Rika…you really…you didn’t have to-” you mumble, unable to meet her gaze, but she just smiles and shrugs, her fingers slowly pushing a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

“And what if I wanted to? You look like you need a break.” She retorts, sliding past you and continuing down the hall before you can reply.

Soon enough, the rest of your clothes join the laundry hamper and you slip into the shower, beneath the scalding spray and you want to cry all over again, your fingers begin to prick with pins and needles as they slowly regain feeling, serves you right for leaving your gloves at home.

A few minutes into your shower, you hear the distinctive, soft thud of cloth hitting the counter. “Here’s some jammies, sorry if they’re a bit big.” Rika chuckles before vanishing back down the hall. You almost don’t want to get out of the hot spray, especially not once you start giving yourself a good scrub down with whatever fancy-branded body wash she kept in here.

At least now you know what to buy that would make you smell like cedarwood…

After you feel the last of the day’s grime finally wash from your body, you shut off the water and poke your head out of the shower. Thankfully Rika had already left a towel waiting atop the clothes she’d sacrificed to you. It’s as you’re drying off that you finally get a good look in the mirror and…wow…

Now you think you understand why she’d been so concerned…you look like you had two black eyes, that's how tired you were…

–

You find Rika relaxing in the living room watching TV when you finally emerge, changed into a fresh set of long pyjamas and- you can’t even stop the giggle when you notice the clodsire slippers.

“Where on earth did you get those?” you ask, pointing to said slippers, earning a grin and a snicker from their wearer.

“Larry actually.” She chuckles “secret santa a couple years back.” With that, she pats the spot on the couch next to her, and you, now warm and content, plop down beside her without a second thought, leaning against the arm of the couch with a content sigh. “How’re you feelin?” she asks, idly flipping through the channels.

“Mmh…much better…thank you again…I…I don’t think I would have made it home…not in this weather.”

“Oh I coulda told you that, Honey. In fact I’m pretty sure I did.” She snickers, her lips quirking at the side when she notes the way your cheeks flush pink at the pet name. “I’ve ordered some takeout, s’too cold to go out n’ grab food...and I’m usually too beat after work to bother cooking.” 

“Then how the hell do you stay so skinny?” You snicker at her, receiving a wink in response.

“Oh I take my cardio seriously.” is all the response she gives before she finally decides there is nothing decent on regular TV, and switches over to a streaming service, throwing on some random popular movie. 

Once again, you both settle into a comfortable silence, Rika rising from the couch half an hour in to fetch the dinner left at her door before returning, at some point with a blanket in tow. You sit up a little as she places the food on the coffee table and plops down right beside you this time, draping the blanket over both your laps. It’s not until you take the first mouthful of that delightful galarian curry, that you realise just how hungry you are, barely paying attention to the movie as you scarf down your meal, fighting back tears at Rika’s acts of kindness for the third time today, and only seemingly taking a breath once you’ve finished your meal, leaning back into the arm of the couch with a content sigh, only to squeak when Rika finishes her own a few minutes later and bodily leans into your side, head to your chest and arms slowly wrapping around your torso as she pulls her legs up and gets comfortable beside you with a content huff.

Arceus she was just so…so handsome, breathtaking… and she was just…cuddling you like you’d both been doing this kind of thing for years… it was sudden, but it didn’t feel wrong…and slowly, you bring your arm down from where it had been splayed along the back of the couch, to gently card through her hair, pulling some of her bangs from her face and tucking them behind her ear.

“Hmm…you should get some sleep, kiddo…arceus knows you need it.” She hums, glancing up at you from her spot on your chest. You know she’s right, and she doesn’t complain when you shift, even reaching behind her to hand you an extra cushion to tuck behind your head as you lay out along the couch, Rika coming to rest between your legs, head once again leaning onto your chest, her extra warmth and weight just adding another layer of comfort as you both go back to watching the movie.

Now usually, usually you were the kind of person who could drop off watching a movie quite easily. But on very rare occasions, you would find yourself struck with bouts of insomnia, and unfortunately for you, they always seemed to happen after periods of prolonged stress.

Like needing to go and personally make sure every gym was up to standards… 

Before you even knew it, the credits begin to roll, you’re exhausted, but offensively awake, to the point where even Rika is surprised, blinking those beautiful crimson eyes up at you. 

“Can’t sleep?” she asks with a tilt of her head. 

“Sometimes Insomnia is a bitch.” You concede, she makes a noise of understanding. 

“Ah, yeah…I know that feeling…” she admits, staring up at you, to the point you feel your cheeks heating again, and you avert your gaze “but, thankfully, I know the best solution for that.” She adds, shimmying to push herself up on her hands and knees, looming over you, some of her hair, having been free’d of its usual ponytail, cascading over her shoulders to tickle at your face.

“O-oh? And…what might that be?” that look in her eyes is back, the one you couldn’t quite read properly back at HQ, but here, with her inches from your face? It’s loud and clear.

Hunger. 

“Do you trust me?” She asks, her lips quirking into a smirk as you shrink beneath her. 

“W-would I have followed you home if I hadn’t?” you manage to squeak back at her, nowhere near as confident and commanding as it had sounded in your head. It’s enough to make her chuckle, and you watch in a daze as she licks her lips, a single hand coming up to softly grip your chin, lifting your face. 

“Hm, touche…” and with that, her lips are on yours, she swallows the squeaking gasp that you let out, taking the opportunity of your mouth being open to send her tongue in to explore. To you it feels like electricity, like you’d just taken a thunderbolt to the senses; She’s soft, gentle, probing, gauging your reactions. Apparently she must have liked what she got, because she deepens the kiss, nipping at your lips as one hand tangles in your hair, rougher. You like this a bit better. 

You’re the one who needs to come up for air first, pulling your face away with a loud, breathless gasp as you try to catch your breath. 

The look you find waiting for you is…predatory, is the only word that comes to mind, and if it wasn’t for the fact she was already between your knees, you’d be squeezing your thighs together so tight, because it’s doing something…funny to your insides.

“Hmm…you ever done anything like…this before?” She asks, voice low and husky and you’re very ready to pass away, but you manage a shake of your head and the grin you get in response? 

It’s like a Mightyena who’s just found it’s lunch. She was going to eat you, and she was going to enjoy every second of it. 

“Well then, we’d best move…couch sex is great n’ all, but I’d rather your first time be somewhere a little more comfortable.” she remarks, pulling away. You whine at the loss of her extra warmth, but that whine quickly turns to a yelp when she takes your arm and drags you up with a strength she hadn’t shown you before. Always full of tricks, Rika was. 

The admittedly short trek down the hall to her room is…hindered. Every few steps you’d find yourself pressed against the wall, Rika towering over you as hands tangle in your hair and lips crash to yours as she steals what little breath you manage to catch before you’re separating, taking a couple more steps and repeating the process. 

Right outside the bedroom door, the slim trainer actually lifts you up the wall a ways, enough so that your legs instinctively wrap around her waist, nothing but her pyjama pants and the thin boxer’s you’d borrowed off her keeping you apart, but already entirely too much clothing in the way. You moan loudly when she rolls her hips into yours, the sensations all new and overwhelming, but you don't think you’ve ever felt this good before in your life.

Her hands find your ass as she pulls back from the wall, holding you to her firmly as you both finally stumble into her room, only given a second to brace before she’s throwing you down into the blankets, and even less time before she’s on you, grinning and hungry as hands fly up your top, pushing it up your chest so she can finally access some skin.

“A-ah! Rika-” her name was lost on her for the time being, far too engrossed in leaving open mouthed kisses along your chest and stomach, mouth latching over one of your nipples while her hand works at the other. Your own hands twisting and clenching at her blanket, your squirming only made worse when she shifts again, her knee pressing between your legs and right against your aching cunt. 

At some point, she manages to wrangle the top off you completely, throwing it to the void so her hands can explore the expanse of your chest properly, she leaves no patch of skin untouched, no freckle or blemish uncharted, and when your whining begins to pitch as the nipple she sucks on becomes too sensitive, she gets go, only to latch to your collar bone instead, hands roaming your body.

You let out an embarrassingly pitiful mewl when her fingers dip beneath the waistband of your borrowed boxers, and you immediately bring a hand up to cover your mouth. Rika, apparently, doesn’t like that. Her hand retreating from its place as she props herself on the other, pulling away entirely, even shifting her knee back, depriving you of that delicious friction. Your hand is tugged away from your mouth and pinned to your side, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Don’t.” She scolds quietly “I wanna hear you.”

“B-but-” 

“Don’t be a brat.” she interjects, eyes flashing dangerously “I know that aint’ you… you wanna be a good girl, yeah?”

Oh.

Oh no.

That shouldn’t have such an effect on you. 

There’s no hiding it from Rika either. Her smirk widens as she stares smugly down at your trembling frame. 

“Oh? You like that huh? Well then, are you gonna be a good girl and do as I say?” she hums “I’ll make sure you feel real good, yeah?”

“M-mhm…” is all you manage to squeak out, earning a raised eyebrow.

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you there, princess.” Rika snickers. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and the humiliation burns your ears and makes your insides squirm in a way you didn’t think would feel as good as it did.

“I-I’ll be good…” you whisper, your hands twisting into the sheets as Rika hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your burning cheek. 

“That’s a good girl.” she purrs “you just relax n’let me handle things, kay?”

You actually sigh into the kiss when she does finally return to what she was doing, your arms wrapping over her shoulders as she shifts back into place, hands lightly roaming your skin, teasing and testing sensitive spots, occasionally getting a little rougher, just enough to rile you a little more, before settling again. Before she can get back into your pants however, you tug at her shirt, whining into her mouth; thankfully, Rika is smart, she gets your hint and pulls away just long enough to tug her top off.

Her skin is soft, smooth, a few burn scars and claw marks here and there as she settles beside you, one of your thighs caught between her knees as she wraps an arm under your shoulders, pulling you close to her chest as the other hand grazes southward, she doesn't dally once her fingers breech the waistband of your boxers, quickly locating the sticky mess between your thighs with a pleased hum.

“Mmm, look at that…” she hums as a pair of fingers easily delve through your pussy, retracting from your boxers entirely so she can admire the glistening slick dripping from her fingers. “You’re so wet already, honey…” Rika makes sure you watch as she pops those two fingers into her mouth and you squeak, face burning in embarrassment. 

She doesn’t give you much time to react, the moment she pulls those slender fingers from her lips, she shifts, your boxers are wrenched off and you’re left bare before her as she parts your knees to settle on her belly between your thighs, eyes flashing devilishly in the low light, and hot breath ghosting over your most sensitive parts.

“R-Rika-”

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to get you into my bed.” She rasps between open-mouthed kisses along your thighs, arms wrapping around to keep yout hips in place as she takes her sweet time. “When was it… mmh, yeah I think it was…two years ago? Koraidon suddenly came out of his ball all sorry lookin’ in the middle of a meeting…”

Oh Arceus, you remember that meeting… Perhaps you’d been a little soft with Koraidon…he’d learnt that if he looked sorry enough, you’d make him a sandwich… but it was getting awfully hard to focus when a warm tongue suddenly licks a flat stripe into your cunt, and lips seal around your clit, shocking you from your thoughts as her strong hands prevent you from accidentally crushing her head with your thighs.

“Without even stopping to think, you got up n’ you got him what he needed.” she whispers into your thigh once she finally pulls away “middle of a meetin… n’ heres our newest champion, making a sandwich for her pokemon.” she chuckles “I dunno…something about how casually you just…did that…I’ve wanted this ever since but Geeta’s always had you running all over the place, pinning you down has always been impossible…least until today.” 

“Rika…”

“You’re always doing everything for everyone else… you deserve to relax.” For a brief moment, she flashes you a genuine smile, not a hint of that handsome smirk that you’re so used to; just genuine warmth before she tugs you down by your hips and returns her mouth to you, long strokes of her tongue between your folds that leave any words dead in your throat, and your hands tangling in her hair for any semblance of control. You didn’t want to hurt her, but when she sucks harshly on your clit, you cry out and yank on her hair a little harder than you’d meant to, any apology dying when she groans and shudders, her eyes rolling back for a moment. 

“You’re killin me, kid.” She sighs in the brief moment she brings herself to separate from you “keep doin that and you might end up in trouble.”

It sounds like a threat… but the way she suddenly looks so…debauched, has you tugging at her silky hair again when a pair of fingers slowly begin to prod at your core, spurring her on as you squirm and mewl.

Eventually, you feel something deep in your belly, different from before, something building that has your breath coming harshly as you try to squirm away, stopped by a firm hand pressing just below your navel.

“R-rika-! s-somethings…I-I feel-” you whimper as the pressure builds, you expect her to pull away in concern, but her eyes flash with realisation, and she only seems to double down, her long, slender fingers curling inside of you and brushes against…something. Something that has you nearly scream her name as that pressure snaps and your world turns white, fingers curling harshly into her hair.

Somewhere, through the haze, you feel a weight resting on you, and a hand resting on your cheek, but it takes a little longer for your ears to finally stop ringing and realise Rika was gently calling your name.

“There you are..” She chuckles softly as you finally remember how to uncross your eyes and look at her. “That looked intense…you ok?” 

“Uh…uh-huh…” you respond dumbly, resting your cheek against her hand “what…what was that..?”

Rika’s lips pull into a thin, concerned line as her brows furrow.

“They really didn’t teach sex-ed at the academy, did they?” She asks.

“I-I mean…they did…s’just…basic..” you mumble as you slowly come down from…whatever high that just was.

“Obviously.” she sighs with a shake of her head “Was that seriously your first orgasm?” 

Oh.

“oh…I uh…yeah…I guess it was.” and the humiliation was back. You knew what an orgasm was in theory…you’d just..never bothered to try it yourself. 

“Well…I suppose I should count myself honoured then.” She snickers, leaning in to kiss at your undoubtedly sweaty forehead. “Couple more of those N’ I think you’ll be sleeping like a Komala.” 

“M-more…?” you whisper, she laughs, catching your wide-eyed expression.

“Oh yeah, that was just foreplay, sweet thing…you did so well.” 

And the praise was back, despite the way your joints feel molten hot, you still manage to squirm beneath her. 

“I- s-should I…um…h-help you now?” your question is barely a whisper, all nerves…you have no idea how she did what she did but it felt…wrong to take and not give. 

But Rika only shakes her head. 

“What’d I say before?” she chides, slowly sitting back on her knees “Your one job tonight is to relax…I’ve got you.” 

“But…what about you-”

“Don’t you worry about me. I’ll get off eventually.” She chuckles, smirking when you sigh and relent. “I want one more outta you before then though.” She mumbles as she shifts out from between your knees, sitting and reaching for her bedside table as you stare at the ceiling, basking in the shaky afterglow. 

“D-did you…mean what you said before?” you mumble more at the ceiling than anything “that you’ve been…waiting for this..?” 

“What reason do I have to lie to you?” She chuckles as she fiddles with…whatever she’s fiddling with. “You earned my respect the day you beat me when you first took on the Elite four, my admiration when you beat Geeta and became a champion…”

“God…those stupid glasses haunt me.” you snicker, remembering rather vividly being sat, alone in a room with Rika when you had first taken on the league, you’d read up plenty on other pokemon leagues in other regions, but never once had any of them had an interview-style exam right at the start.

“Hey, I like my glasses, thank you very much!” Rika snorts as she finally shifts back over, pulling you close with one arm as something…new slides between your legs, a quick glance and- oh.

You never really took Rika for the kind to own toys…but…at the same time, you never really gave it much thought. It’s nothing extreme, but to you, who’s never had anything other than a pair of slender fingers inside you very recently, the silicone toy is still rather intimidating. 

“This ok?” She asks, mouthing at your neck and shoulder “if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

“I…I do..just..nervous is all.” 

“Mmh, good girl, so trusting…” there she goes again with the pet name that makes you shiver, not helped by the cold press of lubricated silicone against your still-sensitive cunt, gently pressing just that little bit further as Rika mouths your neck, nibbling down on the juncture between throat and shoulder, an adequate distraction as she pulls your leg out of the way with her own and sinks the toy in, slowly, almost tender as she coos comforts, coaxing you to relax, praise falling from her easily. 

“Look at that, you took it so well.” She praises once the toy reaches the hilt “fuck, you’re making me regret not buying a harness… might just have to pick one up so I can fuck you proper, yeah?” 

You can't even bring yourself to respond to her dirty talk, blinking hazily downwards as you gently press a hand just below your belly-button, taking the hint, Rika pulls the toy almost all the way out and then thrusts it back in. The feeling of it inside you, plus being able to feel it beneath your hand makes you moan loud and long, head falling back against the pillows as Rika lets you go, using her now free arm to prop herself up to watch you as she begins rhythmically working the dildo in and out of you, a small shift of her thumb has it brushing against your clit every time she sinks the silicone back into you, only adding to the layers of pleasure as your toes curl and your legs twitch.

“Look at you taking it like you were made for this, good girl.” she purrs, licking at her lips “I really shoulda found another reason to get you alone waaay before now.”

“Ungh…please…p-please…more…” It takes more than you feel like it should to beg, good as it felt, you’re worried that Rika was perhaps treating you just a little too softly. “Rika please…please please pleas-”

“Woah there, settle down baby.” She whispers, kissing at your cheek “Lookit you, telling me what you want like a good girl…who am I to deny the champion?” 

Your attempt at telling her she didn’t need to use your title is quickly drowned out when she sits up, plunging the toy deeper inside of you with this new angle, brushing up against that one spot that had triggered your last orgasm. Her free hand pins your chest down as she smiles down at you, predatory and hungry for your reactions as she ups the pace, occasionally stopping to really grind the toy deep inside of you, right against that sensitive spot that has your voice pitch higher while you grip at Rika’s hand like your life depended on it.

As your next orgasm draws closer, you whimper, tugging at her hand, overstimulated ,overwhelmed, knowing you needed something, but not quite sure what that something was. At least until Rika pulls you to sit up, not even interrupting her pace as she braces you against her chest so you can hide your face away into the crook of her neck. All the while she mutters praise and pet names into your ear. She groans when that knot snaps for the second time tonight and you cry her name into her throat. You don’t pass out like you’re pretty sure you did last time at least, but as the shocks of pleasure begin to fade out, you really do begin to feel the pull of exhaustion behind your eyes as you slump against Rika’s shoulder, whimpering quietly when she slowly pulls the toy from your sensitive core, feeling the way your muscles involuntarily clench around it.

“How was that, baby? You doin alright?” She asks, gently tossing the toy back towards the bedside table as she turns her attention back to you. You were dizzy, dazed, and exhausted, yet through all that one thought still persisted.

She’d been doing all of this for you, and she still had her goddamn pants on.

Her breath hitches when your hand drops to her thighs, pressing beneath the waistband as you try to swallow down your nervousness to return the favour properly, biting your lip as you find the slick, wet mess already waiting for you; in a way, it was comforting to know that she was in fact, turned on by all of this. You’re clumsier than Rika at this, inexperienced and nervous, but you listen as she lets out a shuddering breath, her head leaning against yours for a moment as you slowly gain some confidence. That is until she grabs your wrist, ignoring your whine as she pulls your hand away and lays you back down, taking a moment to kiss any air out of your lungs, trying to calm your fraying nerves at being denied the chance to please her. 

“Hey… It’s ok sweetie.” She murmurs against your lips, uncaring of your wide-eyed pout “One more…”

“Nooo.” you whine, wiggling in her grip “I cant…s’too much Rika…” truly, you didn't think you could take another, no matter how good it felt, the first two had been so intense, but Rika only smiles. 

“I know you can give me one more, sweet girl.” she purrs, watching as you squirm and shake your head like you could actually deny her. “Will you stop being a brat if I told you this one will also get me off?” 

At that, your squirming stops as you blink tiredly up at her, earning a chuckle and a fond shake of her head. 

“R-really?”

“Yeah, s’nice n easy on you too…you wanna try?” 

You seriously doubted she could get another out of you, hell, you seriously doubted you could stay awake for much longer, her initial plan definitely working…but if it brought her pleasure too…

“O-ok…I’ll try…”

“That’s my girl.” She whispers softly, pressing just as soft a kiss to your lips “Lay back for me, princess.”

You do just that, shifting a few pillows to get comfortable, if you thought your joints ached before, now you felt like you've made the trip to the three final gyms today on foot…perhaps you should make Koraidon his favourite sandwich as thanks for carrying you around all day.

You feel Rika take hold of one of your legs, lifting it so your knee bends over her shoulder as she settles into place, finally free of her own bottoms as she slots her pelvis against yours. You gasp at the feeling of your cores pressing together. It felt…soft, but almost way more intimate and intense than anything she’d done to you prior…whatever she was doing, definitely wasn’t covered in any sex-ed class you’d taken back in school.

You’re about to ask, when she rolls her hips and oh- 

Perhaps it was your already overstimulated state, or just the position itself, but as she slowly grinds herself against you, the friction leaves you breathless, even more so when you look at Rika’s face. Her brow is furrowed in deep concentration as she bites at her bottom lip, face contorting in pleasure as she groans into your knee, her nails digging into the soft flesh of your thigh as she rolls her hips just a little harder, the pain only adding to the sensation.

“S-shit…” she pants, “fuck you feel so good…good girl..” she moans, head tilting back as she stares up at the ceiling, shuddering when you whimper and lift your hips as she rolls down again, sending another jolt of pleasure through you both. “That’s it princess, j-just like that… you’re gettin real good at this…” 

Her words of pleasured praise do…something else to you, sparking that last bit of energy you had left to life as you continue to try and keep rhythm with her, grinding together slow and deep and watching in awe as the first member of the elite four comes apart in front of you for the first time, her sounds going from quite whispers to long moans and pleasured keens. 

“Rika- R-rika…” you pant “mmf-fuck… can’t believe it’s taken this long..” the words are out of your mouth before you have the forethought to think about them “I’ve had the stupidest crush on you since we first met back when I was taking the gym challenge… you were so- ah! H-handsome and intimidating…I…thought you were a-a man and nearly called you S-sir-”

“FUCK-” her shout actually makes you jolt, and you realise she’s cumming, cunt grinding deliciously into your own as she bites down on your leg, the sudden extra jolt of pleasure-pain sending you over the edge as well with an open-mouthed scream.

Somewhere in the haze before you pass out, you make a mental note to try calling Rika ‘sir’ next time…if there was a next time.

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It’s light out when you wake the next morning, blinking sleep from your eyes as you look out the window.

Seems the snow had only picked up during the night, most of which you don't remember after…well, everything. Save for a straw in your mouth, Rika’s gentle voice coaxing a few sips of fluid into you, and a damp cloth wiping you down, hushing your overstimulated whimpers of protest. 

Somehow she’d even managed to get you dressed again without waking you…you must have crashed hard. Yet the thing that sticks out to you is that the bed is severely lacking in another body, Rika nowhere to be found.

At first, a pit of worry sows itself into your gut. Had she gone to sleep on the couch after all that? Had she had second thoughts-

A clatter from down the hall, and her warm laughter however, abate that somewhat.

“You’re such an ungainly thing.” you hear her snicker “Hold on a second it’s nearly done, needy lizard.” 

Koraidon’s telltale ‘i'm hungry and sad, feed me’ whine quickly turns to happy chirping at the promise of food, his head turning to the hallway as you shuffle out of bed, blanket and all to trudge down the hall. happily leaving Rika to her business as he trots over to greet you, shoving his massive snout right into your belly. 

“See? All your complainin’ woke her up!” Rika snorts, resting a hand on her hip. “N’here i was trying to make you breakfast before you woke up…”

Your cheeks heat a little at the sentiment.

“Keyword is try…good luck getting any cooking past Koraidon…” you mumble softly, petting said pokemon’s head feathers down as the other trainer leaves the kitchen, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. 

“Well, initially I’d enlisted him to help, but that turned out to be a bust..” She snickers. “G’mornin.”

“M-morning..” 

Rika tilts her head at you with an amused grin “aw, actin all shy after everything that happened last night?” she muses, chuckling when all the response you give is a slightly redder face before you drop your head into Koraidon’s feathers. Her amusement soon melts away as a warm, now intimately familiar hand, comes to rest on your back. 

“Hey…” she sighs “I enjoyed myself last night… I hope you did too…” 

“I-I did… its just…I…” you nibble at your bottom lip, unable to come up with the words to describe how you’re feeling. Giddy and nervous, emotional and excited, all wrapped up into one package.

Thankfully, your companion seems to take it in stride, pressing another kiss to your temple before she returns to the kitchen.

“Oh by the way.” She pipes up after a moment. “Geeta called this morning…snow’s a little too heavy today so HQ’s shut…looks like we have a long weekend.” 

Oh, an extra day off? That's probably the best news you could have gotten today, considering your legs were still shaking like a newborn deerling…

“Nice..” you giggle, slowly shuffling towards the couch, pulling her blanket up over your shoulders as you flop down by the arm and get cozy. 

“Thats what I said.” She snickers, soon joining you with a hot plate of food. If you’d thought the galarian curry last night had been good, this trumped it, your body screaming for food after last night’s exertion. 

“Y’know, if you want…you’re more than welcome to crash here for the weekend…” Rika throws the offer casually as she eats, content smile upon her face as she watches you from the corner of her eye “Snow’s only gotten heavier since yesterday, n’I don't wantcha getting hurt tryina get home..” 

This time, you can hear the intent behind her words, the intent you couldn’t read yesterday as you turn your head towards the window, to the almost whiteout of Masagoza. You contemplate the offer as you polish off your breakfast, placing the plate on the coffee table before you, watching as Koraidon happily trots up to lick the plate clean with a happy chirp.

“Hmmm…well, if you’re happy to have me…who am I to say no…sir.” you know it’s cheeky, you know it’s going to end badly for you, but watching Rika’s face suddenly go from cool, calm and collected, to beet red is totally worth it before she shoves the last mouthful of her own food into her mouth, slamming the plate onto the table before she grabs you by the collar of your shirt and hauls you up. 

You cackle all the way down the hall as she all but drags you back to the bedroom.

You were in for a long weekend indeed.

#pokemon scarlet and violet x reader #Rika x reader #elite four rika x reader #Rika x reader smut

[roseboysstuff]

All the stuff you need to know :

My name is Teddy. I’m 21 with he/they pronouns. I’ll only write x male and x ftm reader. Fem-aligned can interact but don’t comment or ask for x female content. I write smut for ftm readers, which will include the words 'pussy' and 'cunt' for genitals. Fight me I don't care. Requests are open! Just send me an ask! Dark content like yandere or incest may be ahead. I got inspired by a mutual of mine who’s account got terminated to write my own drabbles.

Feel free to express your horny thoughts in my ask box, I'm always itching for new ideas, and I like being horny about fictional men

My masterlist

I am @ftm-fox-prince this is just where I write fanfic drabbles

My character list is below, may add or delete based on my preferences

Pokemon

- Arven, steven stone, guzma

Voltron

- Keith, Shiro, James, Lance, Lotor

Greek mythology, actual mythology not the hades game

- Hades, Achilles, Patroclus, Hermes, Apollo

FNAF movie

-Mike Schmidt, William Afton

Random

- Leon kennedy, Anakin Skywalker, Fire lord Zuko, Simon 'Ghost' Riley

I write :

- male/ftm reader

- incest

- quite a few kinks just ask

Both sfw and nsfw

[stuffieplaydateinc]

{ 📌 } Hello and welcome! 🍰

Welcome to the blog! I will write agere fics! I do have an account dedicated to a similar concept, but that didn't include agere specifically. Plus that blog is making me lose motivation writing everytime I look at it (half jokingly) so I hope I can deliver good agere fics now and then on this one. Below the undercut I will tell you what I will write, what I won't write, and my DO-NOT-INTERACTS

I will write anything that is fictional stories! So this includes agere comfort, scenarios, etc. I will write CG!(insert character) x reg!(insert character) or CG!(insert character) x petreg!(insert character). I will also do CG!(insert character) and reg!reader / CG!Reader x reg/petreg!(insert character), etc. I will happily write fics of a cg character and a reg character from the same show. Example: Regressor!Miles and CG!Peter.B. yk them being canon characters.

I will also write (MAYBE ANGST, depending the situation—). Comfort, fluff, sfw, so on..

What I will NOT write: nsfw, petplay, age play, suggestive scenes, heavy angst (the characters die, heavy injury, etc). I will never write NSFW or smut! This isn't what this account is about. Plus this account is run by a minor!

Fandoms I will write for! ; host club ouran high school, MHA/BNHA, Inuyasha, ATLA, Trigun Stampede, south park (teenager years), Naruto, rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles, red dead redemption 2, GTA5, the amazing digital circus, the owl house, Sally face, stranger things, soul eater, Lego Monkie kid, legend of Zelda, DC comics, helluva boss, adventure time, genshin impact, Pokemon, ok ko, HxH, Toilet bound hanako kun, Demon slayer, chainsaw man, resident evil, etc.

You can request anything outside of the fandoms I've written above, but these are na option to choose from, and what I will write for if nothing is requested

⚠️ DO NOT INTERACT LIST ⚠️

DNI if you are : nsfw, kink, "sfw kink", map/pedo, Zoos, Pro/comshipper, bigotry (homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableist, etc), age play (including Ddlg, ddlb, mdlg, mdlb, etc. Just don't interact.), Incest, weirdos.

Extra notes! If you request anything, please be specific with what you ask/want! For example give me a scenerio or tell me something that may be leading up to the point or something that happens during or after. And please be specific with the gender if you ask for a reader fic. If this isn't specified I will automatically make the refer neutral or nonbinary. You can include wether the reader be fem!, Masc!, Neu!, Genderfluid!, Etc. Just please be specific on a gender!

❌ bad ask example: can you make a hxh agere fic? (Even though it isn't directly bad, I can't go off of a sentence to go off of. I prefer if it was specified so I know WHAT to write.

✅ good ask example: can you write a masc!reader with CG!Leon from resident evil? The reader is sick and regresses so Leon takes care of them (this is more specified and something I can work with it)

#agere blog #x reader #agere fic #sfw agere #fandom agere #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #caregiver fic #x platonic #agere community #age regression #antis dni #endos dni #dni proship #dni criteria #pinned post #pinned info #reqs open #requests open

[smallestapplin]

so I heard you wanna write for Snake Volo huh?

Well heres an idea for ya. Naga Volo and his darling having an experimental day where darling asks to be used like a toy, it's advanced concent because the idea is for the day Volo at any point, anywhere can just use his darling like a toy with complete control ~

:0!!

🔞18+Only!🔞

🔞CW : afab reader, free use, hidden but still public, two dicks Volo, mean Volo(what did you expect?) exhibitionist, voyeurism unknowingly🔞

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You knew when you agreed to this, that Volo would take every bit of it seriously.

His fanged smirk told you all you needed to know.

And with a safe word in place, he let you leave for your little missions. He didn’t tell you when, or where, letting you jump at every sound.

In the middle of the crimson mirelands. You hated it, hating how easily he can hide here, you know he can find you easily.

You aren’t that far from camp when you’re grabbed, a hand slapping over your mouth as you’re dragged to the ground.

“Unless you want them to hear you, I suggest you be quiet.”

Was your only warning, before your pants are ripped and underwear torn off.

“Volo!”

You squeak, feeling his forked tongue against your clit. You grip the grass below you, panting as he laps at your cunt. You mewl, burying your face in your arms, it feels good, especially with his he’s moaning against you.

Nearly whimpering when he pulls away.

“Now dearest.” The end of his tail thumps against the ground

His hand sliding up your back, to your neck and gripping your chin. He forces your jaws open, shoving two fingers into your mouth keeping it open.

“Let’s see how much control you have.”

His tail wraps around your ankle, forcing your legs apart.

“I hope they hear you, I hope they come to see just how much of a whore you are.”

You make a noise of protest, but it dies on your tongue. Volo rubs his two leaking cocks against your cunt.

His free hand lifts your hips up, and gives you no time to think before slamming one of his cocks into you.

The other grinding against your clit.

You can’t stop the shriek you let out.

“That’s it! Let them know who you belong to.”

You squeal, feeling his cock plunge deep inside you.

He’s using you like a toy! Stuffing your pussy so full! His hot cum leaking from his other dick, rubs against your throbbing nub, bringing you closer and closer.

He takes his fingers, soaked in your spit, down towards his drooling length, stroking himself and putting more pressure on your clit.

You arch your back, squealing.

“Volo! Volo! O-oh fuck, it’s-! Haaa!”

It’s too much!

His belly scales smack against your ass, his cock slamming into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot.

The large hybrid coos at your loud squeals and whines.

“So cute like this. My sweet mate, giving quite the show.”

You don’t process what he says, only squirming and trying to fuck yourself against him.

Unaware of the shocked galaxy team guard standing on the ledge, who simply came to see what the noise was.

Not expecting to find the hero, thrashing against the ground, crying out like a wanton whore for the sky snake man.

Whose core throbs at the sight.

You were aware this could happen.

In fact you knew Volo was betting on it.

He’s always wanted to show everyone just who you’re mated to.

And you have all day of this.

Volo growls, hissing at your pussy milking his cock as you cum.

“Take it! Milk me for all my worth like a good pet!”

You cry, your cunt convulsing around him. Pumping load after load of his hot cum into you, some from his free cock coating your uniform.

“I can’t wait to hunt you again, will you be ready for more?”

Volo chuckles at your lovesick look.

“What a naughty mate I have.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #mdni #you’d think it being a Volo fic would be warning enough #pokemon smut #pokemon volo smut #pokemon volo x reader smut #pokemon hybrid au #pokemon x reader smut #volo.thirst #pokemon x fem reader smut

[newtabfics]

piers from pokemon but like he's like...hooking up with fans so maybe Y/N is a gym trainer and ya know?

I'm just saying, he's a rockstar so like I can see it.

He smirked as the makeup began to run down her face. He held her down, thrusting roughly. "Fuck, Piers!" She mewled.

"Such a good girl," He groaned, pushing deeper. "So fucking wet too. You've been wanting this for ages, haven't you?"

"Y-Yes, Sir. Fuck yes. I've always wanted this," She whined, meeting his thrusts. Her cheeks were flushed as her mascara dried as her nails dug into shoulders. "F-Feels amazing!"

"Damn right it does," He groaned, gripping her hips and pulling her close. "Fuck. Made for this."

#ask request #ask me stuff #drabble #pokemon smut fic #pokemon smut #pokemon fics #piers x fem!reader #piers pokemon #gym leader piers

[summer-nights19]

!!Masterlist!!

Welcome to my blog ! Here, I write fanfic for a variety of fandoms. I'm also into reading and video games, so I might post about those from time to time.

Enjoy your stay ~

Requests/suggestions are more than welcome- please leave them in my ask box and I'll get back to you asap !

Psst here's my ao3

Mini series

Wings of freedom

Levi Ackerman x fem! reader

Part 1- Moon song

Part 2- Alrighty aphrodite

Part 3- Waves

Part 4- Falling asleep at the wheel

Discontinued

You don't know me

Daiki Aomine x fem reader Part 1

Part 2

Oneshots

Shout out to my exes for inspiring the majority of my angst content. Carrying my blog fr 🙏🙏🙏

I'm aware that an increasing number of my oneshots are getting sequels ! If you want a sequel, go ahead and request one, but if you're not interested, all my oneshots can obv be read as standalone stories (except for the part 2s)

Sailor moon

I'm not her - cheater! Haruka Tenoh x gn! reader (angsty)

Your girlfriend is growing increasingly distant, but you're determined to fix your relationship until you make a terrible discovery when coming back home early from a trip

Part 2 was requested <33

Guess we have a part 3 now

Here's part 4 :>

Kuroko no basket

Replaceable - Kise x gn! reader (angsty)

Your relationship with your boyfriend is falling apart, but you can't leave. That is, until one final blow is delivered.

Also, here is part 2 as requested !

Aomine and Kise x gn reader threesome Letting your fav boys completely destroy you together one night at a party <3

Murasakibara x gn! reader how the GoM guys react when they find out you're dating (request)

Attack on titan

Levi x fem reader fluffy teashop au drabble (request)

You and Levi being hopelessly in love and running a tea shop in a post war au.

Omori

Withering gladiolus- Aubrey angst

How Aubrey's grief changes her life after Mari's death

Headcanons

Knb

Knb characters as icks

Please don't hate me ☠

GoM + Takao x afab reader period comfort hcs How they would react to your period mood swings

Knb dating headcanons

What I think dating my personal favs would be like

GoM x S/O who's like Jade West

How the GoM would act with a seemingly mean (but secretly affectionate) s/o

GoM meet Kagami's older sister

How the GoM would act around Kagami's cool, smart older sister

GoM x foul mouthed reader (crack)

How the GoM would act with an s/o who swears a lot

Not fanfic

Videogame reccs/what I think the purrgatory characters look like

Coming soon

???

Requesting rules

Requests are currently: open

First kiss ask game

Please don't request

Noncon

Hard smut (smut is ok for the most part)

Paedophilia or bestiality

A/b/o

Aus that stray too far from the classic ones (eg college aus, coffee shop aus or mafia aus are all acceptable)

Please bear in mind that if you want me to write about an OC, you'll have to provide some details about them. Also, if you don't specify gender preference in a self insert, I'll automatically write a gn reader

Fandoms I'll write for

JJBA (not part 5 or after part 6)

Attack on titan

Obey me

Ikemen series

Dangerous fellows

Sailor moon

Danganronpa

Kuroko's basketball

Fruits basket

Kakeguri

Seven deadly sins (depending on the character)

MHA (depending on the character)

Pokemon (depending on the character)

Yu-Gi-Oh

Food wars

Omori

Hazbin hotel

Cosmic wheel sisterhood

#aot fanfiction #aot x reader #jjba fanfic #jjba x reader #seven deadly sins fanfiction #seven deadly sins x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #pokemon fanfiction #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #food wars x reader #yugioh x reader #yugioh fanfiction #the handmaids tale #knb fanfic #knb x reader #sailor moon x reader #sailor moon fanfiction #fruits basket x reader

[onestepbackwards]

oh my god piggybacking off that last ask. imagine someone in the chat being like oh my god the subway bosses would FREAK if they saw this. so another viewer donates a shit ton of coins to get the cam girl to moan for subway boss ingo and emmet bc they think it’s funny, with noooo idea that both of them are watching the stream and losing their minds over the reader begging for subway boss emmet to rail them or to ride a different line of subway boss ingo’s

Oh people absolutely freak out about it 🔞18+🔞

When someone points out how the actual Subway Bosses would probably lose it, people jokingly start donating, asking for requests about Ingo and Emmet. Normally you don't use specific names for real people... But given the theme of the stream, you decide to Indulge. 'User72842 donated 200$!: ohhh can you moan out ingo or emmets names while riding that dildo??' You bit your lip as you bounced, and reached up, fondling your chest. "Ingo! Ingo please!" you cried out, pinching your nipples. You imagined those large hands groping your chest, and that you were actually bouncing on the subway bosses cock. "Ingo, please! Fill me up! I need it- I need your cum! Boss Please!" you cried out, and felt your orgasm approaching. The chat was going insane. Meanwhile, Ingo's jaw has dropped as he watches you fuck yourself on that toy, calling out to him so desperately. His face is red, and he feels his cock get uncomfortably hard. He scrambles to adjust his laptop, and grab his aching cock. He's pumping furiously in time with your bounces. When a moan escapes his mouth, he has to grab a nearby pillow, and stuff his mouth again. He could imagine you at his desk, bouncing on his cock while holding onto his shoulders, moaning in his ear. He'd thrust into you as hard or as rough as you wanted! Just don't stop! Cry out for him! Moan his name as he cums inside! Meanwhile, Emmet is nearly foaming at the mouth in his room. You call out for his brother, who would no doubt be horrified by this, but not him!? That just would not do. 'JoltikTrainer donated 500$!: Now moan Emmet's name.' You bit your lip, and adjusted your position, grabbing the toy from underneath you. Instead of bouncing on it, you started thrusting the toy in and out of you. You let out a cry at the feeling the new position gave, and the chat went wild at the view. "E-Emmet, more! Boss! Please! Harder! Rail me Emmet!" you cried out, and when the toy hit a sweet spot inside you, you felt your toes curl as you saw white. Emmet was pumping his cock furiously in time with your thrusts, his tongue rolled out, and drool dribbling down his chin. He could imagine himself bent over you, bullying his cock into your hole as you moaned and squealed. He let out his own moan in time with yours. Yes! Yes, call his name! Let them know who you belong to! "Ingo! Emmet!" You moaned out one last time, and came. You thrusted your hips a few more times, before stilling. You sighed contently, before pulling the dildo out. You smiled when a few more donations streamed in, and laughed at how fast the comments were pouring in. People were asking you to say specific names, begging for more. You shook your head. "Anyway, let's put this costume to good use, hm? What else would you like your little Subway Master to do~?" You sweetly asked the chat.

Ingo was spent, his boxers now a complete mess. He panted, trying to get his breath back, only to groan when you asked such a question. He could feel himself twitching again. Emmet hummed as he cleaned up after himself, though adjusted his spot so he could watch you. He was already half hard again, and verrry eager to see what else you might do. Meanwhile, your viewers were talking wildly. Everyone was into it. ----------------------------------- StoneCold: Absolutely insane! User77326: Holy shit they actually did it. The subway bosses would absolutely LOSE it if they saw this LMAO Number1Char1zard: do you think she'd do this with other celebrities? User83432: ARCEUS COULD YOU IMAGINE IF THEY SAW THIS??? User46389: You're going to hell for this. Who cries out for real people and uses their uniform? Fucking freak. (Comment was deleted by moderator.) 0ceanMan95: C'mon. Let the lass live a little. User03842: ngl i kinda wanna see what the bosses reactions would be. lol. -----------------------------------

Both bosses found it amusing. Ingo would never admit to it, but he loved it. You were so gorgeous. The little outfit turned him on more than anything else you have worn so far. Of course, if anyone asked, he would deny ever hearing of you. Not that it would be anyone's business what he watches in his free time, but he does have a reputation! Emmet though, wouldn't outright deny it, but would rather play it off that he heard about you through the grapevine. He doesn't care as much about his reputation as Ingo, but he doesn't want to cause trouble for you, so he stays silent about it. Plus, he really liked that outfit. He plans on donating a bit to convince you to wear it again. After that little broadcast, they both ended up with a few 'complaints' to the station. Both twins disregard the complaints, and even trash them. No one has to know. :)

#pokemon #submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #camgirl!reader #fem!reader #nsft #spicy stuff🔥 #smut #nobori #kudari #zed.writes #ask #anon #ingo smut #emmet smut

[writer-komaru]

Requesting Rules!

Alright alright I know everybody’s been waiting so long for this but here I go!

Requests list (5/5) [will bump up to 10 when I feel more comfortable] Full!!!

Something about Neuvilette

Yan!Hajime x reader x Yan!Kamakura

Sleepy!Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Yan!Lyney x reader

.Yan!Shuichi x Emotionless!Reader

Allowed

Smut/fluff/headcannons/comfort/angst Requests

characters i feel inspired about

Furry stuff (if you wanna)

Some kinks (dubcon, knifeplay, aphrodisiacs, etc)

Vulgar language (it’s okay to say fuck it’s not a sin in my book lol)

Fem/male/NB reader request are my forte

M/M or M/F or F/F or even poly ships are great!

Not allowed

Some kinks (water sports, ageplay, snuff, etc)

Characters I don’t feel inspired to write

Hurtful language (words that are used to mean harm to me or others)

Private dms for requests. It feels kinda icky to me, and I can see anything in my asks perfectly fine.

Asks that are too specific. Some specific if fine but if it’s not in my jurisdiction I don’t know how to write it the way you’d like

Spam requests or requests after I say I’m full. I won’t blame you for a mistake but please try not to

proship is not allowed

One request per person at a time

I don’t like writing about kids ever, even if it’s just normal hcs. Kids just aren’t my thing.

Fandoms

Danganronpa, Hunter × Hunter, Obey Me, Genshin, Pokemon, Honkai Star Rail, Bungo Stray Dogs, raincode, shimoneta (maybe more)

Golden characters

Aka characters I’d LOVE to get requested for

Nagito, Scaramouche, wriothesley, Fuwa, and Lyney

[yandereloversworld]

What I write for:

Fandoms:

Anime/Manga:

Twisted Wonderland

Tears of Themis

Haikyu!!

Kuroko no Basket

Seraph of the End

Naruto

My Hero Academia

Assassination Classroom

Demon Slayer

Akame ga Kill

Death Note

Psycho Pass

Detective Conan

Highschool DxD

The disastrous life of saiki k

K Project

Hunter x Hunter

No game No life

Avatar

Food Wars

FREE!!

Mirai Nikki

Kakegurui

SerVamp

Blue Exorcist

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Ghoul: re

Another

Black Butler

Moriarty the Patriot

Pokemon

Spy x Family

Life Lessons with Uramichi

Nanbaka

Akuma no Riddle / Riddle Story of Devil

Manwha:

Killing Stalking

Video Games:

Twisted Wonderland

Diabolik Lovers

The Legend of Zelda

Animal Crossing

Ace Attorney

Pokemon

Fire Emblem Fates

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Hades

Stardew Valley

Dream Daddy

Your Boyfriend (Visual Novel)

Yandere Simulator

Five Nights at Freddys (especially Security Breach)

Story of Seasons

Story of Seasons Trio of Towns

Story of Seasons Friends of Mineral Town

Undertale

Nu: Carnival

Genshin Impact

Obey me!

Seiyuu Danshi

Movies/series:

Harry Potter

Encanto

Lord of the Rings

The Hobbit

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

There is probably more but that is currently all that came to my mind.

What I write for:

I write only (or most of the time) yandere stuff

Fluff

Requests of all kind (if you have Something in mind just text me and i'll answer as soon as possible)

Smut (only gn!reader or m!reader)

-> i write for fem!reader as well but only on certain occassions

Platonic & romantic yanderes

Shippings (depends on the ship)

-> rare ships as well (i mostly write for mxm or fxf)

What I do not write for:

Angst

Extreme gore

Incest

Pedophilic (is that a word?) Requests

Just because I say that I do not write often for fem!reader, gore or angst, don't be afraid to send me your requests. I just don't like heartbreaks and mentions of organs and things like that.

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