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melaninmight · 1 year

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flames of jealousy

- endeavor (enji todoroki) x reader | wc: 3.3k

꒰ ▹ ꒱ — listening: deep — summer walker

꒰ ఇ ꒱ — synopsis: enji’s jealousy gets the best of him when he witnesses other men flirting with you.

꒰ ఇ ꒱ — cw: smut, nsfw 18+, boss/employee relationship, reader is a PA, dom! Endeavor, sub! reader, slight mention of abuse, jealousy, vaginal fingering, oral sex, slight chocking, spanking, kissing, french kissing, roughness

꒰ ! ꒱ — disclaimers :: the couple are in an established, consenting relationship (Enji + Rei are divorced); bnha franchise, anime + manga belong to horikoshi. this fic was written w/ black reader in mind. minors DNI!

Slumping in your seat, you exhaled a breath of relief.

The sense of accomplishment plagued your worn-out mind. Since filling out the role of a PA for the newly Number One hero, these past few weeks were daunting. With the League of Villains at large and the citizens of Tokyo on high alert, you were responsible for scheduling meetings/appointments for the Flame Hero. If that wasn’t good enough, on rare occasions, you’d travel alongside the hero in case of international affairs.

Unlike the previous PAs before you, you pursued this job with grace. Rumor has it that Endeavor is a hot-headed asshole, hence the main reason why the other PAs quit; they couldn’t (or weren’t emotionally secured) enough to tolerate such behavior. One of them was fired for getting the position solely to get closer to him, in a way. Consider yourself the sole lucky one of the bunch; you had yet to rub the man the wrong way. Your record was exceptional and you performed the role accordingly. Nothing could go wrong, right?

The sound of the intercom pulled you from your thoughts.

“Mrs. (Y/N), Endeavor would like to see you at his office. It’s urgent.”

Your heart sunk, straightening your position.

As much as you didn’t want to over exaggerate, you quickly got up from your seat and hurriedly rushed towards the elevator, pressing ‘Floor 1’ (Endeavor’s Office). Even with the peaceful elevator music in the background, your anxiety grew each time the numbers went up on the red-dotted screen.

‘What could he possibly need? Am I gonna get fired?’

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*bing*

Taking a deep breath, you strengthen your composure once you’ve reached your boss’s office. The elevators opened, walking inside to take in your surroundings. Of course, this wasn’t the first time you were in his office, although it still didn’t ease the anxiety built up on the lump of your throat.

On the right, you turned to see the man himself looking out the windows, his muscled back in front of you. His attire immediately caught your eye; instead of his hero costume, he wore a red-velvet suit set with shiny black dress shoes. His hands dug into his pant pockets, causing you to flush. You couldn’t lie to yourself when you knew how handsome he looked.

‘No, no (Y/N)! Get a grip! You know better!’ you shook your head, ridding the potential dirty thoughts threatening to fill your brain.

Walking yourself into the dark room, the elevator silently closing behind you, you made your way towards the desk, his back still facing you. Though, you couldn’t make out his reflection through the window.

You swallowed any built-up saliva before softly speaking,

“I-Is there something you needed, sir?”

Endeavor grunted, his back still turned towards you.

“Miss (L/N), I have a question for you. I do ask that you answer truthfully and honestly.”

Pressing your hands together, you nodded.

“Y-Yes sir.”

Turning his head, catching sight of you through his peripheral. Your nervous, flushed expression, coupled with your attire; a brown bodycon dress paired with a brown velvet tailor jacket, your height heightened with high knee stilettos. Gosh, you look stunning. So gorgeous. The way the outfit accentuates your curves sent this man feral. However, he kept his composure, turning around to face you entirely.

Icy blue eyes stared at your (e/c) ones, lips pressed in a straight line. His heavy footsteps broke the silence as he towered over you.

Your heart raced. Having the man up close, you felt his body heat radiating the not-too-far distance between the both of you. Your anxiety quickly picked up when you saw his lips part.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

The question threw you off. You were awaiting a question relating to business, but you never could’ve imagined your boss asking you such personal questions. Though, he did ask you to answer truthfully, so you couldn’t object.

“N-No sir. I’m currently single,” you answered.

Enji’s brows furrowed. He was conflicted on whether to believe you, or deny your answer and pressure you into telling the truth (or rather, his truth) that you were, indeed, seeing someone. But, by your unfazed expression, you were serious.

How could a woman as beautiful as you be single?

“I see,” he mumbled.

Your eyes never left him, watching his eyes close before opening up again, eyes reconnecting. He watched as your brown glossy lips pursed, your head tilted slightly in confusion.

‘If only you knew how much of an effect you have on me,’ he growled to himself.

He knew how wrong it must be for him to feel this way towards his PA. Never had he believed he’d be attracted to another woman since his fiery divorce with Rei. Given his ugly reputation of abuse towards his family, he felt he could never love again. Yet, that all changed when you walked into his agency seeking a job after you were fired from your last job.

You were aware of who you were prepared to work for, yet that didn’t deter you from the confidence you felt of fulfilling the role as Endeavor’s PA. And despite not admitting it, he admired your determination. Your work ethic was subpar compared to his previous PAs, all of whom quit because of his distant, cold demeanor. Though, you never complained; hell, you grew quite comfortable with his cold-natured self.

Another thing he didn’t admit was how attractive you are. You’ve only worked under his wing for 7 months and already the rest of the workforce grew a liking towards you, the male employees especially. Whatever outfit you wore for different days of the week for work, the male employees would stare (sometimes drool) whenever you passed through the halls, the aroma of your warm vanilla scented perfume filling the environment.

From a distance, Enji couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy from the attention you were unknowingly attracting. He hated how the good-for-nothing men working under his belt sought any opportunity they could to gain your approval, some going as far as to flirt with you on the spot, sending his flames aflame through his clothes.

Yet, he told himself he couldn’t have you. You could never possibly want a damaged man like him. You deserve to be with someone, man or woman, who was good-natured and could treat you like the Queen he visioned you to be.

“I-Is that all sir?” your soft voice broke him away from deep thoughts.

He forward his hand towards his lips, covering a cough.

“Y-Yes. Thank you, Miss (L/N).”

A slight trail of sweat left your forehead, nodding slowly before turning towards the elevators, your ass turned towards him. His eyes immediately glared at the round bums shaped underneath the dress.

‘Fuck. I can’t let her get away!’

Before you made it to the elevator, a hand circled your wrist, sending you flying around and pressed up against his hardened chest. Your small hands clutched against his shirt, flushed cheeks pressed against his lower body, you felt his biceps through the material.

“S-Sir?” you squeaked, clearly taken aback by the sudden move.

Enji’s strong arms closed around your waist, his head nuzzled against your head, inhaling the comforting scent of your coconut scented shampoo/conditioner combo from your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he hushed. “But the thought of you walking out of this office, knowing that those horny bastards will stop at nothing to claim what’s mine, makes my flames grow brighter.”

A silent gasp escaped your lips. No way in the world did you hear your boss admit to feeling jealous of your co-workers?

You lifted your head, craning your neck so you were eye-level with him.

“Is that so?” you whispered, your cheeks warm.

Enji’s heart raced, squeezing so tightly it threatened to burst.

Lifting you up, he pressed his lips against yours, savoring your taste. You wrapped your legs around his waist, melting into the fruitful kiss. Your hand roamed to caress his jawline, the rough texture of his muzzle tickling your fingertips, the other trailing through his red spiked hair.

The Flame Hero walked over to his desk, wiping everything off clean to make room for you, gently sitting you on the hardwood furniture, grinding his thigh against your crotch. Your body grew heated from the intensity, moaning from the subtle grinding as the kiss deepened, tongues twirling and tugging.

His large hands cupped your ass, leaving gentle gropes against the plump balls of flesh, causing shivers through your body. You were the first to pull from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting your lips, releasing a shuddered breath.

“E-Enji-”

The way you say his name made him feral once more, low growls vibrating his throat whilst leaning down to nip at your neck, leaving love bites on the sensitive spots. He pulled away to see the artwork he created, a sense of pride washed over him as he admired the final product: marking what’s his, and his alone.

“You’re mine now, Little Flame,” he whispered seductively, nipping at the tip of your ear.

“You hear me?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you whimpered.

He smirked. “Good girl. Now, release those sweet melodies for me.”

His large hands lingered underneath your dress, sneaking its way through your panties and grazing your pussy, his index finger swiping through your clit.

You shivered at the touch, trying to squeeze your thighs together but to no avail since the hunk of a man is in between them.

“E-Enji- so g-good,” you released a shaky breath, grinding against his finger.

He shuddered, slowly shoving two more fingers inside of you, your folds tightening around him, coated in your wet nectar.

“Your moans are like music to my ears, my dear. Perhaps I should hear them more often,” the man teased, his chuckle breathy.

You bit your lip, achingly turned on by his dirty talk and praise.

A whimpering cry slipped out your lips when he fastened his pace, fingers digging in and out of your tight lil’ hole.

“S-shit! I’m gonna… I-I’m gon-” your cries grew louder, hands gripping against his suit coat.

The minute you were about to release, he pulled out his fingers, raising them to his face to see the wet, glistering mess you left behind. You cried in frustration, not liking how he teased you so lewdly and not allowing you to cum. Without breaking eye contact, his pink tongue grazed against them, licking away any trace of you.

“You taste divine, my dear,” he purred.

Your chest rose from each shaky breath you released, face flushed as you watched him. Jolts of pleasure coursed through your body, causing more wetness to arouse from your folds. Closing your thighs, you placed a hand in between them, raising the hem of your dress to the point of removing the cloth entirely, exposing your nude melanated skin, your fingers rubbing against your clit as you played with yourself.

Of course, you knew Enji was watching, but perhaps you wanted him to. You wanted to show him how much you were desperate for him, how much you wanted him to punish you for being so naughty, so lewd.

The Flame Hero paid close attention to your expression, his eyes following your not-so discrete moves. He caught on with your plan, and that only seemed to fuel his already burning flames, his bulge growing beneath the fabric of his pants. He wasted no time in fondling his zipper, tugging it down to remove his pants and boxers, releasing the monster you were excited to witness. He went on to remove his tie and shirt, now completely nude, his chest glistening with sweat.

“Tch, it’s too stuffy in here,” his face flushed from the growing heat. He climbed off the bed and walked over towards one of the windows, opening it up to let the air cool off, the windy breeze blowing the curtains.

You watched him with glassy eyes, your fingers still toying with your pussy.

The sight of your lewd expression, the squelch of your juices against your fingers was a sight to behold.

“Fuck,” he growled as he quickly rushed over to you, his large hands clamped on your waist, raising you up and pulling you up in his arms. You squirmed at the friction between your entrance and the tip of his enormous cock.

“You never fail to entice me, Little Flame,” he praised, pressing his forehead against yours. “So beautiful, so sexy, and yet so breedable.”

You whimpered, eying him with glossy eyes.

“P-Please sir,” you begged. “Fuck m-me.”

That sent him over the edge. His grip onto you grew tighter, pulling you in for a heated, sloppy kiss. Fortunately, your wetness was like a natural lubricant, allowing his cock to ease its way inside you. His hips thrusted towards you, his tip rubbing against your sensitive clit before penetrating your hole, stuffing you slightly.

“I will not hold back,” he heaved, pulling away from the kiss. “Are you sure you’re ready to take all of me, Little Flame?”

You nodded quickly. “Y-Yes, sir.”

That said, he kept his word and didn’t hold back, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of you. Tears rolled down your eyes, lips trembling the further he thrusted inside you.

“S-So big–” you cried as your walls tightened around him.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Take all of me, Little Flame.”

Staring into each other’s eyes, lost in the moment of passion, the sloppy sounds of skin meeting skin echoed the room as he quickened his pace, bodies rocking the desk with each thrust. You were lost in the clouds, eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure. Your hands traveled down to his back, fingers threatening to mark his back with scratches.

“S-Shit,” you cried.

“F-Fuck baby– you’re so intoxicating,” Enji praised, his breath caught in his throat.

“P-Please give me more~” you begged.

You felt a slap against your ass.

“You don’t gotta tell this old man twice,” pride filled his voice as he bounced you deeper on his cock. You shivered at the warmth of his breath against your ear as he nipped at it.

“Yeah, take this cock, you lil cocksleeve,” he growled, plunging deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot over and over.

Your fingers dug into his skin, scratching his back in desperation for release, his deep thrusts hitting your g-spot continuously to no end. You flew your head back, your cries coming out breathy and shaky as your orgasm drew closer. As if he sensed that you were close, Enji’s hand clamps around your neck, choking you carefully so as not to hurt you, while the other holds you up higher.

His breathy groans sung harmoniously with yours, muttering praises against your ear.

“So tight.”

“So enchanting.”

“So beautiful.”

“And all mine.”

Such a whimpering, whining mess you were. You couldn’t get enough of this man, it hurts. His cock twitched inside you, signaling the closure of his climax. You, too, were also reaching your limits, your walls tightening around him, your juices glossing up his cock.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum,” you quivered.

“Yes,” he gasped, “Take all of me. Cum for me, my dear.”

Holding you tightly, chest to chest, he swallowed your cries with a kiss, his hands firmly grabbing your ass as he plunged you deeper into him. You cried out for him, legs burning from being raised to accommodate his bulky stature and size. The squelching sounds of skin against skin rung the quiet office, the aroma of sweat and sex filled around you, breaths mingled as climaxes close in.

“Prepared to be filled with my love, my darling Flame,” he seduced, lifting you up and walking towards the window, pressing you against the glass. You shivered from the contact of the cold glass against your back, but you didn’t complain. You didn’t care if anyone could see you fucking your boss from a mile away; all you knew was that tonight was the night you were about to be filled with newfound love from this complex man. A man you daydreamed of becoming his.

“Aah, Enji,” you cried. “P-Please fuck me shitless, make me cumm.”

“Cum for me, you little minx.”

His pace quickened at your request, balls slapping against your ass, his grip tightening its hold on you.

“God you’re so pretty when you lose your mind,” he hissed, his body glistening with sweat, your fingers scratching along his back for release.

And just like that, a wave of pleasure flew out of your body, your body shaking from your anticipated orgasm.

Enji would soon follow suit, his cock throbbing painfully as he rode out his climax, the warmth of his seed filling you up deliciously, some dripping down from your cunt and onto the floor. You plopped your head onto his chest, hearing the race of his heartbeat as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

You felt his chest vibrate when he chuckled.

“Was I a bit too rough with you, my dear?”

“A little bit. Regardless, I still enjoyed it.”

You assured him with a breathy giggle.

The two of you remained by the window, holding each close in a warm embrace, your nude back still pressed against the cool window. You saw yourself snuggled in his arms for eternity. Who knows, maybe that eternity could become a reality? You smiled at the idea of starting a potential life with the Flame Hero.

“Thank you.”

His gratitude took you aback, resulting in you raising your head from his chest and stare up at him.

“Thank you? For what, sir?”

For the first time, Enji’s lips formed into a soft smile.

“For making me believe in love again, that I deserve a second chance at loving someone with the care they deserve. I acknowledge the damage I’ve caused my family. And though I dreamed of turning the past and redo my devious mistakes, I’m reminded that no matter what I do, the past cannot be changed”

His large, rough hand grazed your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your skin.

“However, I will not allow my past to deter me from seeking the future. While I still reel and suffer from the consequences of my actions, I will not let them hold me back from the potential future I’ve yearned for too long. Despite the challenges and risks, I wish for you to remain by my side. Stay with me, and I promise that I will become a better man to the best of my ability.”

You were confused by this sudden proposal. You couldn’t remember the last time you saw the man smile, though it warmed your heart that you were probably the driving factor behind it. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, the familiar roughness of his muzzle tickling your fingertips, your lips also turning into a soft smile.

“Getting into this job, I was aware of the challenges I’d face being constantly under your wing. Regardless, I’m not going anywhere. You are a flawed man, sure, but I admire your determination to change yourself, to better yourself not only for the sake of your family and society, but for yourself as well. That said, I’ll remain by your side ‘til time stops tickin’.”

You declared, leaning in to place a gentle kiss to his lips.

Enji chuckled, amused by your playful, yet thoughtful declaration while melting into the kiss, pulling you away from the window and pressing you close to him.

*riiiingggggg*

The two of you froze, immediately turning towards the phone ringing from his desk.

“S-Should we–” you were about to suggest getting back to work, but he rolled his eyes.

“Leave it, they can wait,” he grunts, before smirking down at you.

“Besides, the candle is still burning inside me.

Would you mind going for round 2?”

— 🏷️ :: @tojibreedingme @thicksimpx

𝐢. | 𝐢𝐢. | 𝐢𝐢𝐢.

author’s note :: first time writing grumpy flame man. this has been dusting away in my fic folder for… a few months ?? im honestly relieved to have this out before finals. anyhoo, enjoy! :>

𓂃 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘴��! you can also read this on my ao3 of the same name~ ;)

☺︎ 2022 melaninmight.

! do not copy/translate/post on other platforms. give credit where it’s due. !

#melaninmight #bnha #bnha smut #bnha x fem!reader #bnha x y/n #endeavor #enji todoroki #endeavor smut #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki x reader #f!reader #poc reader #minors fuck off #minors dni #edit later #<3333

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sweetlilbrat · 2 months

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18+ ONLY - minors do not interact or follow. Anything I post on my blog is consensual and between adults.

No DM please, I’m not interested

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I do not use any trigger warnings

My old blogs are; dumblildoll, dem0nicangel, decayeddaisy, tinkerblunt, etc.

All tags are my ‘fav’ tag, just organized

#fs; ‘safe’ posts

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oh-hell-help-me · 9 months

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July 23: Parent’s Day

Ludwig hadn’t fully trusted Luigi even after he married his father- at least until the Incident.

In fact, even though it was likely one of the few times he was scared after… after, Luigi proved himself to actually give a damn (as Roy put it) about the Koopalings.

Don’t get him wrong- the time he spent with all of them before ‘that’ had been appreciated but…

Ludwig needed proof- something that guaranteed him that Luigi had their best interest.

And after he has? After having the patience and genuine kindness to bring him out of such a vulnerable situation?

Well, it was easy to let himself be dragged into a Group Meeting- especially knowing what day it’s going to be.

Lemmy didn’t have much of an opinion on Luigi before his dad married him. It’s no secret that most of the other Koopalings thought the same.

But even in the few times he had met him, Lemmy saw him as he appeared- a soft-hearted scaredy cat who ran more than fought.

If Lemmy wasn’t there for the few fights the human did do, he wouldn’t have believed him capable of even winning them.

But after his dad’s marriage?

He started see Luigi to be more than that. Heck, in the days he took the time to spend with them individually, Lemmy also learned that the human was braver than most, and has been for quite awhile if the stories about King Boo are to be believed.

AND he’s pretty cool- sometimes even surprising him with moments of mischief (like letting him sneak cookies out of the kitchen) or impressive feats of agility (like pirouetting off the castle wall and landing catlike on his feet in a game of tag).

It was one of many reasons that Lemmy chipped into Operation Date Night- something that Junior plans to coordinate on the same day as Parent’s Day.

Roy considered Luigi to be pretty strong, mostly after he married his old man.

He’s strong enough to carry Morton like he was a baby, which even Roy himself could struggle with.

He’s strong enough to tug Bowser around, and to do so with a not-so-light Junior piggybacking him.

And, weirdly, Luigi was strong enough to bring the Koopalings together in the midst of a disagreement.

Which seems to be what they need now, considering the arguing that has broken out over where the date will be.

He hopes to Grambi that Luigi will unconsciously lend him his strength because getting through this is hard enough.

Iggy would never have thought that a Mario Brother would ever understand the intricacies of mechanical engineering…

But then Luigi decided to turn that notion on its head by not only showing his understanding of it with the construction of his own Kart and the days they spent together in the lab, one-on-one.

However, even he could see that it will be empirically impossible to expect Luigi to spend ever waking day with him just to fine-tune his inventions- never mind the others.

And considering that they were originally going to invite the laws of gravity to a vacation by having a table set up at a volcanic edge.

Seriously, he specializes in mechanics, but his dabbling into human biology was enough to have him join yet another argument.

Wendy knew how tough it was to be the only girl in a large family of boys.

With the possibility of getting another girl in the family, she was all for having Peach as a Mama.

But… daddy didn’t end up with her, and while Wendy wanted another female to bond with, even she knew that Luigi had more love for them in his pinky finger than Peach did as a whole.

For her, it seemed like she would have to just deal with it.

And then she discovered Luigi’s interest in fashion- specifically in dresses.

It was a wonderful day when she found out. That Luigi would reveal his tastes during a particularly hot morning, one that was unremarkable… if not for the shared surprise of the Royal Family as Luigi popped into the Dining Hall with a fashionably airy dress.

It was an opportunity she didn’t let herself miss and had spent the rest of that day practically glued to his side as she discussed (not info dumped) about everything fashion with him.

So, when ‘someone’ (Roy) had the audacity to suggest setting the Date at a wrestling ring, she had disagreed for Luigi’s sake- especially when she knew that he found the concept of trying to relax in a place meant for fighting to be absolutely eye-watering.

Morton knew some things. Morton knew that his dad loved him and his siblings very much. Morton also knew his dad was dead set on getting them a mama because of it.

And it was a pleasant surprise when it was Luigi instead of Peach.

Despite his dad’s best efforts, Morton knew long before that Peach didn’t love them like a mom would- that she didn’t look at them in the way he’s seen mamas do whenever he ventured outside the castle.

But Mama Luigi did! He liked spending time with Morton and Junior and Wendy and everyone else! He looked at them warm-like and smiled at them in a way that Peach never did!

And Morton was very happy when his dad married Luigi! It meant that Morton and his siblings got to spend time with someone who gave them warm looks and spoiled them even more rotten.

It meant that none of them will have to be mama-less.

So, that was why Morton did not hesitate to offer to handle the set up of the table- with Wendy’s help, of course!

Larry usually had three things he worried about in his life: his hair, his status as the second youngest kid, and his father’s love life.

He didn’t intend to add Luigi’s safety to the list, but what can he do- other than have him live in a layer of bubble wrap?

Even going down the aisle, Larry knew that Luigi was clumsy, maybe detrimentally so. It also meant that every Koopaling had save him from face-planting at least once.

It was ridiculous enough to be met with some humor, but Larry would have said that the situation definitely needed something to lighten up the mood after the bickering.

At this rate, he’s just glad that there is a plan they can stick with.

Junior had always wanted a mom.

It seemed logical to think of Peach as his future mom with his dad liking her.

But… even years chasing after her, and the small moments where he did spend time with her, his dad never seemed to be truly happy.

And then he met Luigi.

Well, yeah, they already met before in battles, but that never counted.

Anyways, having Luigi as his mama had been a dream come true! Heck, he ended up being a great mama to him and the other Koopalings and a loving husband for his dad!

It was everything he wanted and needed, and…

He sort of felt like he hasn’t given much appreciation for it (though his siblings say otherwise).

So, while Operation Date Night had been rocky, and filled with shouting and brattiness, Junior was confidant that this plan will work!

…

(Later, it was a miracle of life for the Royal Couple to find a fancy dining table underneath their favorite tree in the garden.)

#bowuigi #NATIONAL HOLIDAY #Roy and Larry hardest to write #edit later #sleepy #night

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noodleblade · 8 months

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headcanons for kobd just hanging in the Nemesis?

Oh yippie:3 more guys being dudes❤️

They have unofficial movie nights together. Old 80s stuff they find online. Breakdown doesn’t really get them and Knock Out only pretends to understand them, but they both still like them. In truth, Knock Out loves the aesthetics from the fashion to the cars. Breakdown is a big fan of the overblown action sequences and flashy violence. Both of them think the human interactions are the worst parts of the movies and think they are boring and while they don’t understand all the romantic elements, they both kind of enjoy those moments too. They talk over most of the movie anyways, so all of that is not really a big deal.

Oh! They also love watching nascar and f1 races. Knock Out talks big game about how he’d win those races if he could only enter. All he’d need was a fleshie to sit in the driver’s seat while he does all the work. Breakdown only encourages this notion and they like scheming up ways to get Knock Out in one of the circuits.

I think a lot of the down time on the Nemesis, they are just hanging in each other’s bunks. I’m kind of partial to the idea of Megatron having a No Fraternization policy (not for any other reason other than the Decepticons are dysfunctional enough, he didn’t need anymore social drama than there already is) so Knock Out and Breakdown have separate bunks. It doesn’t matter anyway because Breakdown “sneaks” (it’s not sneaking, everyone knows) down into the medic quarters and sleeps there. Knock Out is a regular visitor of the vehicon barracks where Breakdown has a tiny private officer’s hab/work station. He occasionally uses it for desk time while commander of the vehicons and Knock Out likes to perch himself on Breakdown’s desk while he reads through reports. Breakdown doesn’t mind at all. Work is easy when he can tune into Knock Out Radio and listen to his partner ramble. The vehicons also don’t mind Knock Out there. The doctor is much nicer when he is with their commander and doesn’t snitch of they bring back earth paraphernalia after their missions (as long as they share).

Sometimes, when they are unable to groundbridge and take joyrides, they sneak out onto the flight deck and just look at the stars and talk. They never really say anything of importance, just kind of talking about whatever, but these quite moments mean everything to them. They don’t have to focus on the war or survival or really anything else but each other.

#sorry if this is messy #wrote it while in the car on my way to some family #kobd #knock out #breakdown #tfp #transformers #my headcanons #anonymous #edit later

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cyaerandom · 2 days

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hollowwhisperings · 3 months

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Naminé & Roxas Are Twins

(this meta was inspired by @violethowler's Constructing Kingdoms series on YT)

In KH2, the relationship between Sora & Roxas is seemingly paralleled with that of Naminé & Kairi. It is explained by characters in-game that Naminé, a Nobody, must have been created by Kairi's presence in Sora's Heart during KH1. Thusly is it concluded that Naminé must be the Nobody of Kairi, another facet of that Princess of Heart.

Except... Kairi is a Princess of Heart: a being of pure light, without any Darkness of her own. It is physically impossible for Naminé to be Kairi's Nobody.

At no point has Kairi exhibited the capacity to hold Darkness. Kairi's lack of Darkness is, arguably, one of the major reasons for her lack of combat prowess: without "darkness" of her own, Kairi is unable to feel the selfishness needed to hurt others. This is a small, fundamental kind of Darkness that all living things carry: without it, a Princess of Heart is all too essily incapacitated by selflessness.

Naminé isn't (can't) be Kairi's Nobody: she, like Roxas, is a Nobody of Sora & Ventus. Naminé and Roxas are twins.

Roxas and Naminé are unlike any other Nobody within the KH setting: they alone were capable of developing "selfhood", independently from their Hearts of origin. This is due to the many unique circumstances of their birth: Sora's self-sacrifice in KH1. That event featured multiple oddities likely to affect Sora's Heart, Heartless & the Nobodies created: self-sacrifice (love); heartlessness via keyblade; the specific keyblade used (the Keyblade of [People's] Hearts); the origin of said keyblade (Riku the ???, the person Sora likely loved most at the time); the presence of Kairi, a Princess of Heart, within Sora's Heart; the presence of Ventus, an artificial "Princess of Heart"; the location of the sacrifice (Ansem's Lab in Hollow Bastion, a World fallen to Darkness)... and likely even more factors, known & as yet unaddressed.

As twin Nobodies to Sora's Heartless, Roxas & Naminé were affected by all variables noted above. Sora has been the Host of several Hearts for his entire life: that makes him special, even before Riku chose Sora to be a keyblade wielder. I venture that the Heart most relevant to Naminé's birth was not Kairi's but Ven's: for where Roxas most resembles Sora in disposition, Naminé resembles Ventus-without-Vanitas. Kairi's presence within Sora's Heart had effects, yes, but less than perhaps understood.

The misunderstanding, I argue, comes largely from Kairi's longterm role of "Designated Female": as the lone KH-original female for much of KH's early development (& popularity), Kairi is often considered a "default option" with regards to all things feminine. This feeds not only into assumptions of a Kairi-focused love triangle but also into an overinflation of Kairi's presence in the story.

As with Xion, Naminé's true identity is obscured, in-game & within fandom, by her gender: "Xion & Naminé are female; the only female in proximity to this plotline is Kairi: Xion & Naminé must therefors be derivative personas of Kairi".

Here, as always, Kairi serves as a convenient "default" of femininity, misdirecting players and characters from the queer potential within KH. It is wholly believed, by Sora & the girls in question, that Naminé was Kairi's Nobody. Yet, it is never Kairi whose story and character is most expanded by Naminé's involvement: Naminé's story is, instead, a follow-up to that of BBS's Ventus.

Kairi struggles with a forgotten past, loss & a resistance to change (of "growing up"). Naminé, in parallel & in contrast, experiences the kind of life that Kairi has forgotten: [medical abuse], extortion & isolation. Naminé's time with Organization XIII & with DiZ mirrors that of VEN's with Master Xehanort (&, to a lesser degree, with Master Eraqus).

Kairi's history as a test subject of Xehanort &, possibly, of Ansem the Wise? She's forgotten it and, outside of Melody of Memories, we never get to see how it affected her. Kairi's Ambiguously Traumatic Past is only ever used for her in her role as "MacGuffin" (i.e. an object of plot importance & no other story-relevant function, one that is ultimately interchangeable with). Kairi's story barely affects Naminé's & Naminé's doesn't affect Kairi's either: the characters most changed by Naminé's character arc were Sora & Riku. This further alludes to Naminé not truly originating from Kairi's Darkness but from Sora-Ven.

The duality of Sora-Ven is reflected in Sora's producing two distinct ("twin") Nobodies during KH1. Roxas is most reflective of Sora but physically looks like Ventus; Naminé is most reminiscent of Ventus-without-Vanitas but (allegedly) "looks like Kairi": this does not occur in the Nobodies of other hybrid-beings, as evident in Xemnas (Terra & Xehanort) & Xigbar (Braig & Luxu). In this way, Naminé & Roxas are more akin to Xion than most every other Nobody.

Ignoring the gender binaries (canonically used & assumed in-universe), the characters that Naminé actually resembles are Ventus (who I propose as Naminé's "primary" origin) & Xion (another artificial being with Sora Origins).

Narratively & thematically, Naminé's arc from CoM to KH2 was a continuation of Ven's story in Birth By Sleep. Both characters are strongly tied to themes of isolation, abusive authority figures, and artificial life. While other characters - Xion, Repliku & Terra-Xehanort - also explore these themes, Kairi notably does not.

I will note that Naminé does not NEED to be Kairi's Nobody to act as her narrative foil: I just find that identifying Naminé with Kairi is buying into the very same (false) Binaric Gender Roles that CoM, Days & (to a lesser extent) BBS sought to poke holes in. Tiny, easily mistranslated-into-nonexistence holes but holes nonetheless. Attempting to conflate Naminé with Kairi is to give the latter character more narrative presence than she truly has, in an effort to reconcile the two together beyond "similarly aged females in proximity to KH's plot".

#kh meta #kh nobodies #naminé #naminé and roxas are twins #naminé is ven's nobody #kairi the character #kairi the designated female #female characters in kingdom hearts #princesses of heart #sora's heart hotel #kairi & naminé #ventus & naminé #kh theories #queer readings #this is two different essays/theories merged into two: “quality” shifts notably #edit later

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killl-ka · 8 months

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Welcome to my blog :3

If you want to contact me or support me please feel free to use any of the platforms listed on my carrd 💗💗🖤(it still in development tho, but it working properly)

#my art #myself #meet the artist #edit later #illustration #digital art

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probablygayattorneys · 7 months

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My mom just asked me if I wanted to go see the new Indiana Jones “because you’re so into archeologists lately”

#Indiana Jones #professor Layton #you know I love me some archeology professors #that’s also why my favorite studio Ghibli film is my neighbor Totoro #queue takumi defense squad #also just as a reminder #posts are queued a long time in advance #so i am aware at the time this posts the movie is no longer in theatres #it was at the time the question was posed #edit later #it may still be #my post order got all fucked up when I changed everything to be queued instead of scheduled #but this conversation occurred during the first week the movie was out

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kazamajun · 11 hours

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misc kazjun hcs of mine relevant to my writing (i.e. these are personal takes regarding the dynamic and history I write them with)

their first meeting during T2 was when jun confronted kazuya after one of his tournament matches. her intent was to arrest him, but he made the offer that if she defeated him, he would shut down the animal experiments and smuggling immediately.

she accepted, seeing the benefit of a potential quick resolution rather than a drawn out legal process. then, she knocked him on his ass in an unofficial fight (i.e. not a tournament bout). kaz kept his word.

jun stuck around to oversee the process, plus of course her more personal interest in trying to 'free' him of his devil, and they grew close during this time as he'd earned her trust and she having gained his respect. they spar frequently, often trading victories back and forth or resulting in a tie. at some point during the tournament jun dropped out voluntarily due to a combination of having achieved her goal, disinterest in the prize and title, and to have more time to dedicate to the decommissioning of the experimentation facilities.

kazuya consented to the suppression of his devil despite the power it granted him due to his desire for autonomy and self-mastery, not being in full control of himself bothered him deeply. he thought he could defeat heihachi without it (and was wrong; a mistake he rectifies post-resurrection at gcorp via scientific study and later in T4 fully subjugating and assimilating his devil.)

they did not break up nor did the relationship end. the two of them actually had plans for the future, once kazuya dealt with his father. of course, this closure never happens, but the important part is jun only goes back to yakushima when she sensed his death.

yeah that's right, she felt him die. :^)

they were and still are deeply in love. neither have ever said the L word to the other but it has been clearly demonstrated via other affirmations and gestures, and is mutually understood. they are also the type of couple to be old fashionedly reserved in public, but tender in private.

#personal #hc comp #i know there's more to add and i'll do the nsft ones another time maybe #edit later #disclaimer bc i rarely comply with fanon and do not expect ppl to agree with my ideas this is more a personal ref #and i guess info for those who have an interest in my writes and wanna eat at my table? lol

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ink-ghoul · 1 year

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#I literally don't know how you did this #edit later #but thank you

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melaninmight · 2 years

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playtime

— Villain All Might/All Smite | wc: 3k

— “i just wanna play with your body.”

▹ listening: play with me — rendevous at two

ఇ synopsis: after weeks apart, you finally get your fun w/ the man you love to hate

ఇ cw: masturbation, p*ssy lapping, sub!reader, dom!smite, cuffing

Another night, another headache.

You had returned home from yet another excruciating day at work. Kicking your shoes off and hanging your keys, you heaved a sigh before making your way to the kitchen.

Now in the kitchen, you pulled out the water from the refrigerator and poured it in your cup, you took slow sips, chugging the cool beverage down your throat ‘til it was no more.

You set your cup down on the counter before grabbing your purse and head to your bedroom. The sight of a clean room put a smile on your face; the least of your worries was coming home to a messy, undamaged crib.

Setting your purse on the bed, you unpacked your belongings and put them away in their respective places, hanging your purse on the purse rack where it hung with the rest of your most worn/favorite bags.

You then strode towards the curtains, looking out the window that displayed a beautiful view of the city, the moonlight shining down on you as you watched in awe as the night shined with city lights. Unknowingly, you placed your hand on the window, your mind drifting to thoughts of him.

It’s been 2 weeks since you last saw the Symbol of Discord (no, seeing him pop up on the news didn’t count). Despite budding heads and the non-existent common ground, you slowly found yourself growing fond of his company, not to mention the man was very good at sex.

And you couldn’t lie, no matter the denial, you were missing him.

Pulling away from the windows, you stood on your tippy toes and drew the curtains forward to cover the window so your nosy neighbors couldn’t sneak a peek. You walked towards the closet and peered through your clothes, some piled on the floor due to your laziness not to finish laundry.

While you looked through your clothes, your eyes and brows rose when you stumbled across a red-laced lingerie piece with heart-shaped garter belts.

Holding it up, your face flushed; you remembered your best friend mailed this to you as a gift from America.

You giggled at the small note she left on top of the box.

“Just in case you decide to feel sexy, this’ll get your man feral. Expect to be slapped with complaints later. Love ya! x”

Oh how you missed her.

Perhaps it was a sign that you should put your confidence to the test. Indeed, you were a tough cookie when it came to standing your ground, yet intimacy was one that made you shy. Even though it wasn’t your first rodeo, the thought of it made you feel like a virgin all over again.

‘Should I text him and tell him to come over?’

Sighing softly, after shooting him a quick text, you held the outfit as you stood up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up.

✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼

Time flown by and you had finished putting yourself together for the evening.

Sitting on the bed, you had checked your phone to check if he replied to your message:

You: Heyy, just got off of work. Wanna come over?

Delivered 02:46

You took a deep breath and turned off your phone, setting it on the bedside table before flopping your back down on the soft sheets, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you watched the fan spin around, the room dimmed with red from your LED lightstrips.

You refrain yourself from overthinking whether he suddenly got bored and crashed at someone else’s crib.

Despite you both not being clear on the status of the relationship (or, whatever y’all got going on), you couldn’t help but grow agitated that he left you hanging.

Sure, you understood who you were dealing with, but never could you have imagined how difficult it was gaining his attention.

You stifled a yawn, covering your mouth as you did so, before rising up and making your way back to the bathroom again. Looking at the mirror, you checked yourself out; your body in the red-lace lingerie piece with the garter belt stockings hugging your figure, your makeup not too cakey, your braids loose as they freely hang down to your plump ass.

You couldn’t lie, you felt and looked sexy. A part of you was excited to see his reaction.

Perhaps, you were too excited to see him. If he was coming.

The night was still young, so why waste it when you can have some fun by your lonesome to pass the time?

Grabbing your purple, dick-shaped vibrator from the side drawer of your dresser, you laid yourself back onto your bed, your back meeting the soft comforter. With your legs spread, you turned the toy on and placed it at the center of your p*ssy, the low vibrations grazing your cl*t.

You bit your lip, holding in your moans as you shifted on your bed, twisting and turning as your body shook with pleasure. One hand gripped the vibrator while the other gripped the sheets in a tight hold, a shaky whimper escaped your mouth.

Your mind was fogged with wet imaginations, picturing Smite sneering down at you, pounding you hard as you screamed and cried out his name, your fingers clawing his back as he made sure that you wouldn’t walk the next day.

You moaned his name, your hips shaking profusely as you pressed the vibrator against your cl*t, your juices squirting around it, some dropped onto the sheets.

Tossing the vibrator to the side, you stared up at the ceiling, chest rising up and down each time you took a breath.

But, you weren’t done.

You rose up out of the bed to grab the full length mirror that stood beside your closet. Picking it up, you walked back over and set it flat on the bed, sticking your dick-shaped vibrator on the mirror so it’d sit up.

Crawling back on the bed, you moved the panty line of the lingerie to the side, aligning your ass against the tip of the vibrator, rubbing your wet entrance on the toy before slowly slamming down on it.

Once adjusted, you began to ride yourself up and down on the toy, the low vibrations making your folds squelch tightly. You imagined yourself riding the villain’s hard, throbbing cock, followed by the sounds of your jiggling ass slapping against his cum-filled balls.

The thought of the villain calling you derogatory names whilst slapping your ass, praising your ability of taking in all of him. The empty threats he’d whisper in your ear, sending bolts of pleasure throughout your body as he quickened his pace, pounding you so hard, he’d be sure to paralyze you.

These thoughts sent you into an absolute frenzy, the mixed sounds of your breathy moans and ass clapping as it hit the mirror echoed in the room. Before you knew it, your orgasm had already come, your juices splattering all over the vibrator and the mirror.

Pulling out of the toy, your sweaty body shook indefinitely as you struggled trying to catch a breath.

“That was an excellent performance, kitten.~”

Very quickly did you turn around to the sound of a familiar deep voice, catching sight of electric-blue irises staring back at your widened ones, a large bulky shadow looming from the shadows.

Face burning in utmost embarrassment, you reached for the nearest pillow to throw at him.

“Y-You sneaky motherfucker!” you softly exclaimed.

The pillow was nowhere near his reach, only grazing the tip of his boots, making the villain snicker slyly as he bent over to pick it up. He found it adorable when you scolded him for showing up out of the blue. Although a part of him felt bad for not responding to your text earlier, his discreet entrance felt worthwhile since he enjoyed watching his kitten pleasuring herself at the thought of him.

Like hell he was gonna admit it to your face.

With a smirk, Smite strode towards you, his large frame towering over yours as his grin turned Cheshire. Your eyes closed shut and face flushed, you felt his eyes swallow your frame up and down. Before you could react, his hand slithered around your waist, pulling you up to his chest.

He lowered his face on the crook of your neck, his nose tickled with the scent of warm vanilla and brown sugar.

“H-Hey,” you squeaked, hands grasping his shirt.

Smite let out a low growl as his teeth grazed on her skin, leaving behind purple marks coating her neck.

“Someone was eager for Daddy to come home” he purred, a sly smirk forming his lips. He aligned his face to hers, his breath fanning the side of your face as he left a kiss on your flushed cheek.

You peeked one eye open, your lips quivering when his large hands gilded against your skin, sending goosebumps throughout your body.

“N-No way,” you whimpered. “I-I didn’t think you’d come.”

Smite chuckled. “Well, you thought wrong, kitten..”

You shivered when you felt his warm breath fanning your ear, his teeth nipped the tip of your ear.

“Because I am here to play.”

Without hesitation, he picked you up in his arms, his hands cupping and squeezing your ass as he leaned down to lock his lips with yours. The kiss was rough, but passionate, and you hesitantly reciprocated the passion.

The man growled against your lips, his tongue making way into your mouth to dance with yours, swallowing your moans and whimpers. You wrapped your legs around his lower body, small hands slithering up his body to clutch onto his broad shoulders.

You were so lost in the heated kiss that, before you knew it, he pulled away from the kiss and gently threw you back onto the bed, your back hitting the soft comforter.

Sitting on your knees, you gazed up at the behemoth of a man, your face flushed, lips throbbing and wet from the kiss. Smite felt his cock twitching behind the fabric of his pants, aching to make its way inside you, causing his throat to vibrate into a growl.

His electric-blue irises appeared from the shadow of his eyes, taking in every inch of your body hugged up in the lingerie. He couldn’t deny the fact that you were, indeed, beautiful and sexy in that lacey red fabric, your innocent expression begging to be put into submission. And he was loving every bit of it.

Inside his pocket was a pair of fluffy red handcuffs he managed to snag from an adult retail store. He was waiting for the night to come when he’d cuff you to the bed and did whatever he pleased. His large hand reached inside his pocket to retrieve the cuffs, and when he took ‘em out, he almost laughed at the sudden change of your expression from flushed to shock.

Your eyes kept going back and forth between Smite and the cuffs trapped in his hand. A swell of mixed feelings filled your stomach; while a part of you was telling you to object, the curiosity grew on the other side, excitement almost getting the best of you as you wanted to experience the thrill of being cuffed onto the bed as the Symbol of Discord played and feasted on you. The thought alone had your pussy throbbing, a wet spot slowly growing on the panty line of the lingerie.

You did your best to cover up your lust by pressing your thighs together, but unfortunately, Smite wasn’t slow as he caught wind of your excitement.

“D’aww, is kitty excited to play?” he teased, his Cheshire-like grin appearing on his face.

You remained speechless. You wanted to clapback, but words couldn’t form.

Flustered, your eyes fell down to your clasped hands resting on your thighs as your body shook from internal ecstasy.

Though you were embarrassed to admit it, the man took advantage of your expression as a sign that you were excited. His large hand grabbed both of your wrists and dragged you to the end of the bed, raising them up to where he’d cuff your hands to the headboard of the bed.

You showed no signs of resistance, much to his content.

His eyes peered down to your thighs pressed together to cover up your wetness, his large tongue trailed through to moisturize his dry lips, his cock twitching behind his jeans as his hunger for you grew.

You flexed your wrists against the cuffs, your heart racing at the anticipation of the villain’s touch, of what he intended to do to you. Perhaps your anticipation came at the right time when he slowly trailed his finger from your chest down to your stomach, sending shivers across your skin.

A shaky breath escaped your lips, reeling your head back against the pillow.

Smite grinned, tracing his finger further down to your lower body ‘til it reached your p*ssy.

“Getting wet for me already, huh kitten?” he chuckled as he slowly inserted two large fingers inside your wet folds, pumping ‘em in and out of you before inserting a third.

“Wha- N-No,” you whimpered.

This only prompted the villain to fasten his pace, your folds squelching with each pump, leaving you gasping and moaning breathlessly. No matter of denial can take away the pleasure you were feeling, and he made sure of it.

Smite growled with satisfaction, his other hand pulling down the fly of his jeans before resting on his briefs, rubbing his cock against the fabric. He could feel how heavy and thick his member grew, his angst increasing with a stifled groan.

“I- c-close...” you cried, breaths coming in shaky as your body shook from your high.

Removing his fingers, he stared in awe at his work, his fingers glazed with your juices. With closed eyes, his large tongue swept up to clean up his (or rather, your) mess, his throat heaving a satisfied groan, savoring your taste.

Your sight was fuzzy, face burning with fluster, chest rising with each breath you released. Flexing your wrists against the cuffs, you rose a foot to his briefs, toes slowly grazing the outline of his hard member, a breathy giggle leaving your lips.

Smite sneered down at you, forcing you to stop and quiver underneath his stare.

His large hand wrapped around your foot, his thumb leaving small tickles that left you biting your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

“Oh, you think that’s funny?” the man growled, his other hand rose to leave a harsh SLAP! on your thigh.

“N-Ngh! Not so…” you whined. “H-Hard, you idiot!”

A booming laugh shook the room.

“Relax, kitten. Playtime is about to begin,” he cooed, clutching your lingerie with both of his large hands and ripped it off of you without hesitation. Granted, you were gonna scold him for ruining your friend’s gift, though you doubt he gave two shits.

You arch your back when his hands groped your breasts, fingers tugging and pinching your sensitive nipples. A breathy gasp left your mouth as he leaned forward and latched a nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it with his warm tongue, before returning the same treatment to the other.

He’d let go of your nips with a ‘pop’ before licking his way down your stomach and thighs, leaving love bites in his wake. Finally, he had reached his destination, his eyes staring down at the wetness galore of your p*ssy, his mouth watering.

“Fuck, this pussy’s too good not to resist,” he praised.

Leaning forward, he nuzzled his nose against your entrance, you felt his warm breath tickling your folds. Next thing you knew, you were met with the warmth of his thick tongue swiping across your cl*t, releasing a breathy whimper.

“A-Ah, n-not there,” you cried. You were about to lay your hands against his blond locks, but had forgotten that you were trapped in cuffs, leaving you powerless and defenseless against the villain.

Smite took his time savoring the sweet taste of you, his groans vibrating your wet folds with each lap, the corners of his mouth coated in your juices.

A mixture of your whimpers and his loud gulps echoed the room.

Your mind was in a daze, too foggy to comprehend. Him eating you out had no business feeling this damn good. So much so that you felt another orgasm coursing through your body, sprinkling his mouth and face with more juices.

The man smirked against your p*ssy, lapping up every ounce of your sweet nectar before letting go of your small bud with a ‘pop.’

Pulling away, he watched as your expression contorted into one of pure bliss and pleasure. Your face flushed, tongue slightly sticking out of your mouth, tears filling your eyes, chest rising with each shaky breath. If that wasn’t the lewdest expression he’d seen out of you, he might as well take a picture to look back at his work.

“My my, what a messy girl you are~. You better be grateful that Daddy is here to clean up your mess,” he chuckled in amusement, licking away any leftover juice remaining on his lips.

You shot him a soft glare, not fond of his cockiness.

He churned his head slightly.

“Aww, don’t look at me like that, kitten.”

He leaned down close to your face, his lips brushing against yours.

“Besides… we’re just getting started.”

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a/n :: it feels good to upload another fic. july was probably the busiest (and worst) month to endure as i was competing in academic olympics while balancing my mental health. here’s a gentle reminder that it’s okay to take breaks and take care of yourself. <3

p.s. :: a HUGE thank you for 100 followers! never would i imagine of reaching such a milestone.. i’m genuinely so happy that there are peps out there who read, interact, and enjoy my content. it gives me the motivation to continue writing for y’all!

*virtual huggies and kissies* i love y’all sm, and once again, thank you~ ! (´ε｀ )♡

p.s. (2) :: this fic is also published on ao3 ;)

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