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taegimood · 4 months

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mj!! i just saw a tiktok thats like "check ur tone before talking to my girl / watch how u talking to her" and neow i need urbig brained delicious thoughts (sfw or nsfw idc!) on possesive/protective!txt !!!!! 🧎🧎

omfg help… instant wet panties 😵‍💫 i hope this is what you had in mind~

edit: y’all i’m CACKLING at these responses i PROMISE it’s not btob minhyuk in soob’s 💀 i just used the first name that came to my mind HAHAHSKSNJ

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yeonjun would not HESITATE.. you’d be at a party together, splitting off for a bit to hang with your respective friends; as protective as he is, he knows you can handle yourself so he’s not immediately racing over when he sees the guy that approaches you.. though his eyes might as well be burning little fires into the guy’s head from the way he’s staring across the room. he’s keeping an eye on his every move, unbeknownst to you; you’re just minding your business, chatting with your friends, and this rando is getting a little too close for comfort, talkin bout sum “why don’t you pay more attention to me instead ahaha” and it’s when you reject his continual advances that his face sours and the name-calling starts. “don’t be such a bitch, you’re lucky i’m even-“

“watch your fucking mouth before i shut it for you.” aaaand there’s yeonjun, seemingly coming out of nowhere. his hand is fixed in an iron grip on the guy’s wrist which had been extending towards you, staring him down — literally down, yeonjun’s height easily surpassing his — with every indication of “i’ll fuck your shit up if i have to” in his eyes. you can tell right away that the guy’s bark is much bigger than his bite as his own eyes are wide, attempting to yank his hand away to no avail, before yeonjun finally releases his grip a few moments later to watch him quickly retreat back into the crowd after some hastily-mumbled apologies. yeonjun scoffs and throws an arm around your shoulders, grumbling and eyeing the area as you just look up at him with a cocked brow and a growing smile, like hello how’d i bag such a baddie ??? him catching your stare and when you jokingly ask “jealous?” he’s rolling his eyes and grumbling about how no one can talk to his girl like that.. he sticks with you the rest of the night, getting extra grabby as you leave to go home — “gotta get your mind off of limpdick lee 🙄” — and you can imagine how the rest of the night goes when he’s determined to show you exactly how you deserve to be treated by a real man 🤤

soobin, bro.. you don’t even see it coming. usually your boyfriend gets pouty and grumpy when he’s jealous, more cute than anything, so you can’t even believe your eyes — or ears — when this time he actually gets scary. not scary for you; you’re just terrified for the other guy. this is the first time you’ve really seen him get so protective; you’d joined him for some schoolmate reunion party that he didn’t even wanna go to in the first place, grumbling about how awkward it would be (but then blushing and grinning to himself when you pointed out how awestruck everyone would become over his 100/10 visuals) and so here you are, his hand in yours as you walk around being introduced to his old classmates. it’s when he leaves you with a kiss on your cheek to go use the bathroom that it happens. you’re perusing the refreshment table, deciding which drink to grab for soobin, when this guy that’s been hanging around the table starts edging himself closer to you. you nearly jump out of your skin when you glance up to see him already staring from 3 feet away. this dude (whose icky school reputation you’re unaware of) becomes relentless in his “flirting”, talking about your body, trying to touch your hair, making you all-around uncomfortable as fuck until suddenly he stops mid-sentence and just stares up at something past your head like a deer in headlights. confused, you turn around and soobin is suddenly standing right behind you with the NASTIEST, MEANEST, most STEELY glare you’ve ever seen grace his pretty face. “minhyuk.” his voice instantly sends shivers up your spine (and down to your core). this ‘minhyuk’ is already backing off with his hands up in surrender as soobin goes, “if you don’t walk the fuck away from her right now, i will make you regret it.” GAH DAMN…. GAH DAMN…. the way you jump his bones later is unreal i’m just sayin. minhyuk is quick to apologize and leave you alone while soobin is quick to grumble out a “we’re leaving” with an aggravated pout forming on his face, the one you know so well — but holy fuck is this about to be the roughest, yummiest, BEST sex that you’ve ever had.

beomgyu omfg 😭 he doesn’t even TRY to have any chill. you’re out shopping together and he’s already hanging all over you in the first place, ever the clingy baby, so when some guy has the AUDACITY to still come up and try hitting on you, beomgyu is not having it. you’re in the video game section arguing over which league of legends dlc you guys should download when you get home, you stopping to test out smash bros on the newest switch model while beomgyu’s got his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder and rocking you back and forth obnoxiously — “GYU YOU’RE MAKING ME DIZZY” “well pay attention to me!!! 😩” — and neither of you notice the store employee that had been lingering in the same aisle, restocking the controller shelf and sneaking glances in your direction. he makes his move when gyu gets distracted by something off to your other side, arms untangling from your waist as he leans over to take a look at the other shelf with one finger hooking mindlessly through your belt loop. “there’s actually a pretty cool new feature on that one, here lemme show you 😉” you’re standing there like 👁️👄👁️ when the voice that is not your boyfriend’s is suddenly all up in your space, this guy reaching past you from behind, going through some game settings that you’re not even paying attention to because why is this guy’s sweaty chest pressed up against my back?????? “what the fuck” aaand beomgyu has tuned back into the channel. lip curled and a 🤨 look on his face that he doesn’t even try to hide; you’re both standing there like the surprised pikachu meme for a second before the cogs start turning again. “dude. why are you touching my girl?” shouldering his way between you, arm protectively going around your waist again as he blocks the employee off with his large frame. the guy’s hands going up as he defends himself, “hey, she was asking for it.” THE WAYYYYY THAT BEOMGYU’S JAW WOULD DROP ??!?! “what the fuck did you just say?” ohhhhhhhh he’s mad now.. facing the guy while keeping you behind him, dude’s eyes widening as he realizes his mistake — “uh, i didn’t mean-“ “i don’t care what the fuck you meant, you don’t get to fucking talk to my girl like that, you piece of-” you have to DRAG him out of the store and he’s ranting the entire way, finally grabbing your face and kissing you firmly when you get to the car before grumbling “you weren’t asking for shit..” league of legends be damned, he’s fucking you good the second you get home.

taehyun….. 👁️👁️ is it hot in here already….? you guys don’t go clubbing often, but when you do, your boyfriend is like a blinking neon sign that reads “touch my girl and i’ll run you into the ground 😀.” he hates leaving you alone even for a second, not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he doesn’t trust “all these fucking horndogs that wanna get with you.” his words, not yours. barely drinks anything at first cuz if he has to pee then he has to leave you alone 💀 eventually you convince him to be more chill, have some drinks, and you’re enjoying yourselves — pressed all up on him on the side of the dance floor 🤤 — until begrudgingly he finally excuses himself to the bathroom. you stay put, bopping your head along to the music as you sip at your drink, leaning against the wall to avoid getting knocked into by any dancing bodies. perhaps this backfires, however, when one of those bodies, fairly drunk and heading straight for you, cages you in with his arms before you can even process his intention. his breath reeks of alcohol as you flatten yourself as much against the wall as you can, eyes flitting nervously towards the direction of the bathrooms, praying taehyun will be quick as this manchild croons to you about how he’s been watching you all night and couldn’t wait to get you alone like this. “my boyfriend’s gonna fuck you up,” you mutter, and fuck him up he does. in a flash the guy is on the ground, reeling from the gut punch he just received, taehyun standing there with a terrifyingly calm look on his face. “what do you think you’re doing?” there’s a warning in his eyes, a warning that this bitch ignores as he stumbles to his feet, throwing all kinds of colorful words at the both of you, before stopping mid-tirade as taehyun steps forward calmly, gripping the guy’s collar in his fist as he stares down at him and says with gritted teeth, “you have 5 seconds to walk away before i shove my foot so far up your ass that you’ll be tasting leather. try touching my girl like that again and see what fucking happens.” the raging storm in his eyes paired with the level tone of his voice has your thighs squeezing together despite the situation, and when the man scurries away, you almost feel dizzy at the burning kiss taehyun gives you. muttering “we aren’t coming here again” as he immediately leads you out to the car, heading back home where the filthiest fuck of your life awaits you 😍

kai tends to get quiet when he gets jealous. his instinct being to close himself off more, becoming a careful observer rather than an outright confronter; which is why you’re taken so off guard by the open display of back the fuck off that he dishes out one day when you’re at a convention together. you’re exploring the different booths hand in hand, gushing over the merch tables and limited edition figurines, debating whether or not you should add to your shared plushie collection — when suddenly from behind you comes a low “damn, what a nice ass.” you almost don’t catch it at first. you almost don’t process that it’s being directed at you if not for kai freezing beside you, gaze snapping over his shoulder to the crusty man stood eyeballing you shamelessly. you’re both in shock for a moment until an uneasy feeling creeps over you, and kai can tell. “what did you just say?” your eyes flicker up to him and widen; you’ve never seen him look so serious. his tone is careful, but you can tell that he’s angry. the man is rolling his eyes and saying something like “i wasn’t talking to you, kid, was i?” as he reaches forward as if ready to tweak at your skirt with his fingers. you quickly back up into kai and his hand is flashing out at lightning speed to shove the man’s arm back. “you need to step away.” he’s firm now, holding his ground even as the man sneers at him and starts, “yeah? or what-“ “you need to step away right now before i fucking make you. do not try me.” you’re GOBSMACKED, is this really your sweet plushie loving boyfriend ??!!?!? whatever sexy protective spirit possessed him, you hope that it stays, because the man is visibly shaken even as he scoffs and leaves the booth behind. you turn to look up at your boyfriend whose brows are furrowed over dark eyes, and he’s quickly asking if you’re okay, asking if you want to leave, rambling out questions of concern that have you interrupting him with a simple statement: “i’m gonna suck you off so good later.” his face turns bright red as he stops functioning for a second before groaning and mumbling all these things about how you should be treated like a princess and an angel and.. let’s just say that you definitely feel like one later that night after he’s done with you <3

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etheries1015 · 3 months

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Lilia couldn't help but notice the way this other person got...rather uncomfortably close to you, in his opinion. Almost by instinct, the fae found himself floating directly behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders with his head poking out from behind you and pressing his cheek gently against yours.

"I'm sorry, but I do believe this one is taken!" Rollo raised an eyebrow before holding up his handkerchief against his nose, scowling at the fae.

"You cannot own a human. They are not object to be had, I believe." He grumbled from behind the tissue, eying Lilia whose eyes remind bright and positive per usual. He knew it was silly to be arguing with a student of all people over the affections of his lover, but he couldn't help but feel that Rollo did not intend on backing down around you. He had a bad feeling inside of his chest, and the old general's gut feelings were never wrong.

"Ahaha!" Lilia laughed exasperatedly, "Let's go, my beloved bat," He emphasized, leading to turn you away from the obviously annoyed student in an attempt to avoid any further confrontation. You raised an eyebrow at him although allowing the fae to lead you afar.

"Are you jealous?" You cooed, Lilia raising an eyebrow at you with a smile calmly painted upon his features.

"Of course not. I am confident in our affections in one another," He confidently said.

He was not a very good liar.

It was painfully obvious the way he would always be by your side or conveniently have an excuse to pull you away whenever a conversation sparked between you and Rollo. Lilia made it a point to distract you- handing you cute knicknacks he found in the city, feed you some local bread while staring Rollo down, and overall be...well, petty, for lack thereof better words. It was constant, all day. He was clinging to you and showing a side to him you have not seen before.

Upon returning to the chambers that you shared with your lover, Lilia took the opportunity to push you against the bed and nuzzle himself into your warmth. You could feel the guilt radiating off of him, the fae groaning in annoyance.

"That was unbecoming of a fae my age," He murmured, "The things you do to me, little bat..." You let out a hearty laugh and raised your eyebrows at your lover, playfully hitting him on his back.

"Don't blame me for your possessiveness! But I don't really blame you. I could tell Rollo harbored some sort of crush on me, and I was kind of put off at his side comments about magic users and fae. So I guess your actions were justified. Although..." You pulled him away from his hug and looked him in the eyes, "I would think my boyfriend would have more faith in me."

"Oh hush your squabbling, admit it, you were smitten with my outward displays of affection~" You smiled playfully and looked away from him, pretending to be in thought and humming thoughtfully.

"Hmmm... I suppose I did," You looked back at him with a toothy grin, "It was cute." Lilia let out an amused chuckle before capturing your lips with his own, pushing you back down to the bed and placing himself on top of you.

"Faes love tends to be intense, you know. Such is their jealousy," He said to you with his forehead pressed against your own, staring lovingly into your eyes, "Best prepare yourself, my darling." He swooped in for another kiss.

"So you admit you were jealous?"

"Nope."

"Lilia!!" You burst out laughing as he peppered your face and neck with kisses and love bites. His love was intense, but that was only one of the many things that you love about this fae <3

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demiesworld · 9 months

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"ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES ME A DULL BOY"

☆ pairings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, & ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

☆ synopsis: jjk men having sex with you during their work hours.

☆ contents: nsfw, smut, public sex, office sex (in gojo's & nanami's), bathroom sex (in sukuna's), car sex (in geto's), closet sex (in toji's), brief mention of adultery in toji's, p-in-v, unprotected sex, cowgirl (in geto's), doggystyle (in sukuna's), standing (in toji's), missionary (in gojo's & nanami's), kissing, creampie, spanking, dirty talking, quickies, dub-con (in sukuna's), just the usual filth

☆ notes: reader is a female and uses she/her pronouns. reader is mentioned to be out of college in sukuna's but she is of legal age.

— satoru gojo: "the wife"

you had only showed up to satoru's job just to drop off the lunch you packed for him that he accidentally left at home. you can't remember what led up to you being splayed over your husband's desk, legs spread open, and his tall, slender body in between your thighs. all you can remember was losing your panties, your dressed hiked up your stomach, before his girthy cock slid in between your folds and was stretching you open.

"h-haaaa... sato-satoruuu..." you moan out his name and arch your back up from the cold wooden desk. "satoru, hm, fuhh..."

here in his office, thankful that the door automatically locked, your husband used your body to his pleasure. satoru's hands gripped on your waist whilst he held you in that position, keeping you from moving away from his dick as he jackhammered right into your sweet spot. soft, low-pitched moans echoed from satoru. the feeling of your warm wet heat sucking in his cock caused him not to think straight.

"goddd baby, your tight little cunt always does this to meee..." he whines out, increasing his thrusts into your pussy.

your breath hitched and your walls contracted on satoru's length, "a-ahh! s-satoru, satoru, im cumming! im cumming! cum-INGGG!!!"

as you were announcing that you were close his deft fingers went to your clit, rubbing it in tight quick circles, and that became your undoing. your walls tightened around satoru and sticky cream coated his throbbing cock.

satoru moaned when he saw your cum painting his shaft. he kept pounding into you after you came, trying to chase his own end desperately. his narrowed hips kept slapping into yours alongside with his taut balls smacking against your taint.

"fuck baby, fuck baby, fuck baby," as he blurted out those words, his voice was getting higher and breathless, "im gonna cum. im gonna cum, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-ughh!" satoru slammed into your cunt a few more times before his body stilled and he came deep into your womb.

you place a hand on your lower stomach the moment you felt a warmness pool into your belly. you sit up from the desk, one leg propped up on the edge the other draped over satoru's arm. your eyes look down at the trail of cum that was flowing out when your husband slid out.

satoru's notorious bubbly laughter sounded in the large office room. "ahaha! ooh baby, wasn't that fun?" he says.

"y-yeah b-but satoru we- HM!"

you were cut off when his fingers entered in your heat and were fingering the remnants of his cum out of you. your arms slung around his shoulders followed by your lips pressing against his soft ones. satoru's tongue rolled over with yours. his perfect teeth nibbled on your lower lip before he delved his tongue back into your mouth. puffs of air exhaled out from your mouths as you two kissed.

"hm, ah, i still have thirty minutes left on my lunch break baby."

"huh?"

you were confused when he removed his fingers until satoru flipped you over on your stomach on the desk. he folded your dress over your back and hastily re-entered your pussy. a loud moan almost slipped past your lips if satoru hadn't slapped his hand over your mouth.

"ssh, we don't want to get caught," satoru whispered into your ear just before he jerked his hips forward and hit your sweet spot again. a cocky smirk on that pretty face of his, "do we baby?"

you don't know if you want to bring him his lunch again after today.

— suguru geto: "the assistant"

his pretty little personal assistant. you were just supposed to be a temporary fill-in while his other assistant was out on maternity leave. however, the temporary position became part-time then full-time, and by the time suguru's old assistant was back from their leave he had to find them another job. simply because he was stuck on you. not only did you follow his directions perfectly; you were punctual with completing assignments, you were eidetic in remembering his coffee order, and you liked suguru.

suguru wasn't dumb. he noticed those long, hopeful gazes you'd give him when you think he wasn't looking. he knows you deliberately changed your style in clothing. you went from wearing modest attire to body tight dresses, skirts and blouses. anything that showed off that unique figure you had. suguru knew you liked him.

he liked you too.

maybe a little too much for a worker's code of conduct.

"ah, ah, ah! suguru! suguruuu!"

after inviting you out to eat lunch together at some local bistro, he returned to the parking garage and convinced you into joining him in the backseat of his lexus. he was thankful that he had dark tinted windows and put up the sunshade on the windshield. had suguru not, people would be able to see his assistant riding his dick like a motorbike.

his long black hair was cascading down his face, sweat dampening his tresses and sticking it to his ivory skin. you were both half-clothed in his car. your blouse opened, tits hanging out of your bra and panties discarded on his backseat floor. suguru's shirt was off and pants were pulled down to his ankles as he sat in the middle seat. he hand his hands holding onto your round ass cheeks. he kept them spread open, his thumb tracing your rim, but not pressing into it.

"i thought i'd never get to feel this tight pussy on my cock. hmm, ahh, it was worth the wait sweetheart."

you jolt as his heavy hand popped you on your ass cheek. your fingers dug into his shoulders trying to balance yourself as your thighs started to tremble from bouncing up and down on him so much. you whimpered his name loudly, "suguru!" and leaned forward to grab the headrest behind his head. your breasts smothering his face.

suguru hungrily attached his lips on your nipple sucking on it like a parched man. his tongue wetted your nub, and teeth gnawed it between them. your boss wetly smacked his lips off of your nipple to bring the same attention to the other one.

you tossed your head back as you were getting stimulated by suguru's mouth on your breasts. you stopped bouncing on him to push his head closer to your tits. slowly you rotated your hips on his cock, your eyes roll back into your skull.

"uh, ah, c-cumming, suguru,"

"hmm..." suguru licks his lips after releasing your nipple and husked, "let me help you with that sweetie."

"uhhh..." you sigh.

suguru's hands hooked underneath your arms and held you tight by the shoulders. his feet were firmly planted onto the floor. suddenly your body was being pounded into from underneath. suguru's bulbous head kept ramming right into your sensitive nerve. your eyes widened and you gasped in shock.

"sugu- suguru! 'guru, 'guru! ah! UHHH!!!"

your walls squeezed his cock tight, and body went tense as you came all over him. your juices streaming on to his groin and drenching his skin in your essence. while you were cumming, suguru kept ramming deep into your haven. his tip kissing your cervix with each time he thrusted up.

he clenches his jaw when he felt his stomach tightening and a tight knot building up in his body. suguru's arms went slack yet they still embraced you as he railed a few more times into your heat.

"shit, shit, shit, ohh yesss!"

suguru holds your body down on his cock til you're buried to the hilt while he cums into your womb. your body shudders and sore legs twitch when you feel his cum leaking out of your pussy. even with his cock inside his thick beads of cum drips out and covers your folds and his shaft. his hand reaches in between to jerk himself off to shoot more of his load on your fluttering lips.

"mmhm, that looks so much nicer."

oh yeah, suguru liked you a little too much.

— kento nanami: "the friend"

every morning when kento walks into the office he is greeted by your bright and smiling face. your sweet voice addresses him with a soft "hello" and a wave of your hand. to which kento would wave back to you and briskly walks to his assigned cubicle in the office building. his cubicle just so happened to be right next to yours and you two are one of the few people who like to eat their lunches at their desk.

you two become more or less friends at the office. kento would assist you with some job tasks that you weren't quite well-skilled in. and he would seek for your help with some of his duties as well. together you both helped each other thrive to keep the money flowing into your pockets. sometimes you took lunches outside of the building as partners and enjoy each other's company.

kento likes his job. although what he doesn't like about it, is when it gets to the "rush season" of the job. he calls it that because lots of calls come in, and kento gets so behind on his paperwork that he winds up having to work overtime into the dead of night. he is the only person that he knows of that works overtime.

except that all changes when he returns to the office at 7pm at night and sees a light from a computer emanating in the office room. at first he thought one of his co-workers had forgot to shut down their computer. kento was just about to shut it off himself, until he notices that the computer light was strangely located right where your desk was at. as he got closer he saw the top of your head and the soft clicking of keyboard keys.

"y/n?" he softly calls out.

you whip your head around when you heard your name only to be surprised and smile when you see kento. "ah, kento! i didn't think anyone would be here."

"neither did i. are you behind on work as well?"

you nodded your head and explained to him why you were working late. you told him what assignments you weren't able to complete during normal operation hours. kento shared with you his own troubles. afterwards you and him went to your respective desks and worked.

kento was typing away on his computer keyboard when he heard you call his name about two hours into the late-night working. he pauses in filling in the spreadsheet and goes to your cubicle. you were having trouble trying to calculate some numbers. kento leaned over your seated form and helped you with it.

"you smell really good kento."

he cracked a small smile at your compliment. "thank you."

somehow that one compliment was followed by another compliment by kento towards your hair. then it leads to you rubbing your legs together, kento's large hand holding yours over the mouse, and in a blur your mouths were massaging each other's lips. hands were groping at body parts that would be deemed as inappropriate during work hours. soft moans were coming from you when kento lifted you up from the wheeled chair and sat you on top of the desk.

"hahh... kentooo."

you moan out his name when his cock buried into your pussy. your skirt was discarded, panties hanging off one ankle, and that same leg hanging over kento's shoulder. his cock was stretching your walls nicely, and your slick made it easier for him to slide back and forth. he places a hand on your covered breast and squeezes the flesh there in his palm. at the same time he's bucking his hips into yours.

"damn, you're so hot, so tight, and so damn good. ah, you feel so good!" kento growls, "im so sorry y/n, b-but i don't think i wanna- fuck- stop!"

"then don't stop, ah, k-kento k-keep fucking meee! oh! oh!"

kento grabs your other leg and places it over his vacant shoulder. he pulls his hips back shortly then slams forward. your voice bounces out a moan. his thrusts are slow and hard. you could feel him slide out from your slickened entrance then harshly pound into your core.

"don't stop? you don't want me to- hnng- stop?"

"fuhhh!! fuck! you're gonna make me cum kento!"

"oh yeah? then let's make, hah, you cum then!"

he leans his body over yours, forcing your legs into a position where your knees were touching your chest. your eyes went cross-eyed when kento sped up his thrusts and was pummeling into your sweet spot. you were seeing stars and couldn't think straight with him fucking you like this.

you couldn't warn him as your legs trembled and walls clamped around his dick when you came. kento had to find out by feeling the tightness of your pussy and your nectar spilling onto his groin. he let out a low guttural groan, sliding out till just the tip was inside of you, letting your walls flutter on his head. kento sheathed himself back into your heat, he attempted to return to the pace and rhythm he had set. unfortunately he was losing control over it. it became sloppy as he chased down his own orgasm.

"ha, ha, fuck, fuck," his hand held your ankle and his mouth pressed against it, kissing it tenderly while he pounded. "fuck y/n, y/n, fuck, fuck, oh fu- hnng!!" he stilled his hips and grinded into your pussy as he came into your womb. kento lazily rocked his hips letting your cunt milk him of every drop till he finally pulled out.

the blonde-haired man tilted his head back and released a long satisfied sigh.

he could handle working overtime if it meant working it with you.

— toji fushiguro: "the mistress"

it was no surprise amongst the people at the company about the relationship the boss, toji fushiguro, had with his young, lively secretary. everyone knew what you and him had going on. since the moment you were hired to be toji's new secretary the man couldn't keep his eyes nor his hands off of you. lingering touches in the break room, subtle glances during conference meetings, and extended lunches you and him took together.

everyone at the company knew of the relationship.

everyone except for mr. fushiguro's wife.

after the wife of your boss had generously dropped off a homemade lunch she cooked for him, toji called you into his office through the phone. you entered the large office room, a frown on your face and arms crossed over your chest.

"what do you want toji?"

toji raised an eyebrow by your sudden attitude, yet he didn't seem to show any sort of reaction to it. instead he opened the tupperware with the meal his wife cooked for him. the smell of spices intoxicated the air.

"come and try this, i want to see what you think of-"

"im not eating that."

your boss lifted his head up and looked at your cold expression. toji smirks and leans back in his chair. "why not?"

"im on a diet."

on a diet huh? toji internally says to himself. he closes the lid on the container and stands up from his desk. your boss doesn't say a word as he walks over to you and grabs you by the arm whilst dragging you out of his office. as he walks past his assistant, shiu kong, he tells him that he's taking an extended lunch and to send any incoming calls to voicemail. shiu watches as you struggle in toji's hold before you both turn a corner and disappear doing only what shiu knows as morally wrong.

"AH, AH, AH, T-TOJI!"

you're trapped in a cramped janitor's closet with him. he has you pressed up against a wall, your legs feet above the ground since he has them around his narrow waist, and his thick cock sinking deeper into your pussy.

your buttoned blouse was open, exposing your bouncing tits and hard nipples. the skirt you wore might as well just be trash since toji ripped it off. thank goodness you always carried an extra pair when you were at work. due to toji wanting to fuck you wherever, whenever, you mutually agreed that wearing panties would be pointless.

"stupid girl. i dick you down, i fucking, ugh! i fucking pay your stupid ass and you wanna give me attitude?" toji grunted in between the callous thrusts he gave, "all because of her?"

you don't answer his question, you're either too fucked out on his dick or you're scared to answer. either way, toji continues his rant, "who's the one i eat lunch with? who- fuck, who do i fucking take with me on those business trips? huh? it's you, isn't it?" the moment toji expects an answer out from you, you don't give it. which prompts him to grasp you by your neck, slightly choking you, and he growls, jackhammering his hips onto yours, "i said it's you, isn't IT?!"

"YES, YES, YES! it's me daddy! fuck!" you push your pelvis towards his own. meeting his ruthless thrusts half-way. your back arches up from the wall as you claw your fingers onto his back. toji feels this and he squeezes your neck again. a silent warning not to leave any marks on him. you recognize this and whimper, "im sorry daddy, im sorry, 'orry,"

toji growls into your ear, "you're gonna change that fucking attitude then?" you frantically nod your head and the wordless response results in a loud smack on the ass from toji. you yelp, and he smacks your ass again. hard enough to leave a bruise. "ha, you better fucking answer- hng me girl."

"y-yes daddy! yes daddy, daddy yes, fuck!"

satisfied with your answer, toji's hand around your neck loosens and he shifts his head so he could kiss you roughly. it's a sloppy mess of tongues licking, lips suckling, and teeth nipping. but it's carnal enough to have you gasping for air in between the tangles of wet kisses.

toji lets go of your addictive lips and glanced down at where you two were connected. "im gonna cum inside, you're still on the pill right?"

you nod your head, and tightened your cunt around his length, that was the encouragement he needed to cum. toji's thrusts became quick and hard until they stopped when he slammed deep. his body stilled while he came inside of you. toji fucks his cum languidly in and out of you before he slid out and the thick blobs of his liquid streams down your legs.

"heh, that's what i like to see."

as you two were getting dressed, you looked down at your torn skirt then up at toji. "you have to go grab me another skirt, i can't walk out there like this." he looked at you up and down, and when you gave him a pleading look he sighed and left to go grab you your backup skirt.

when the door shut you rolled your eyes and leaned against the wall. a sinister grin grew on your lips when you recalled toji's question before he came inside of you. "you're still on the pill right?" you mimic his voice inside of the closet and say, "yeah, im still on the pill."

"i was on it two weeks ago."

— ryomen sukuna: "the new girl"

ryomen sukuna was a feared man. he was what the people in the business industry called the "merchant of death" he owned a multi-billion dollar company that stem from generation to generation. no one dared to cross ryomen. no one dared to make ryomen upset with them for the fear of what he could to do to their company. he was thought of as a feared man to everyone that knew him.

everyone except you. the new girl that worked in the human resources department of his company.

he didn't know much about you, he just knew that you were fresh out of college. you were still in training to work in HR and you had just started working for him a week ago. ryomen only encounters you during conference meetings, and even then he doesn't say a word to you. yet you greet him, you try to talk to him, you even compliment him on his suits.

maybe ryomen is confused, and forgot what it meant to be good-natured. either way he corners you in the unisex bathroom stall. locking the door behind him after he'd shoved you into the 4x4 cube.

"what is it that you want from me?"

"huh?"

"you heard me!" you flinch when he yells at you. he's standing just an arms length away from you his fists clenched at his sides. "you've been constantly pestering me. smiling at me, batting those eyes at me, and commenting on my clothes."

you slowly blink at him and softly respond. "mr. sukuna, i don't... i don't see you in that way."

"eh? so you don't think i'm attractive?"

"what- wait! n-no! i mean! mr. sukuna, you're putting me in a tight spot!"

ryomen snorts, "i'm putting you in a tight spot?! darling, you're not going to be in a tight spot." he inches closer to you, backing you against the sink in the bathroom stall. your back hits the ceramic just as his face is just centimeters away from yours. "but i will be."

you had yourself bent over the bathroom sink, standing in front of the mirror with the owner of a multi-billion dollar company pummeling his hard cock into your tight cunt. your pants were pulled down to your ankles, and your arms were clutched together by ryomen. he drove into your body with so much force, you were afraid at some point the sink you were leaning on would break. though that was the least of your concern. right now you were trying hard to be quiet while your boss practically ravaged you like an animal.

"hm! hm! hm! hm! mr. s-sukunaaaa... p-pluh-pleeease!"

a heavy hand slapped you on your ass. sharp finger nails dug into your flesh. "i don't want to hear that. call me by my name. ryooomennn." he growls.

you pant as you spread your legs wider and subconsciously threw your ass back on him. "ryo-ryomennn... ryomen!" you bit down on your bottom lip and squealed when you felt his tip hit your sensitive spot. "hnn!! ryomen, right there, right there, right there!"

ryomen cracks into a large arrogant grin. he watches himself fuck you, the new girl in HR, in the mirror. he sees that you have your head looking down and he can't see the expressions you're making on your face. ryomen grabs you by your head and positions you to look at yourself in the mirror.

"look! look at how stupid im making you look! aha! hng! fuck! you stupid, stupid girl." ryomen sneers. "i think, fuck, after this, i might just give you a promotion!"

your knees buckle and you make a strangled noise that's between a moan and a gasp. his cock is abusing your sweet spot, never relenting or showing you mercy. you stick out your tongue while you lock eyes with him in the mirror.

"a-aahhhh," you sigh out mindlessly.

ryomen laughs at your stupidity, though it abruptly stops when you wordlessly clench around his cock and you cum all over him. you squirt right onto his pelvis, with some of it landing on his prada loafers. he jerks you forward over the sink counter and slaps you on your ass cheek.

"you stupid girl! why didn't you tell me you were cumming?"

"hmm, ryo..men... ahh..."

he curls his lips in disgust at you, "damn maybe i did fuck you stupid then." he smirks widely and pulls his hips back, "oh well,"

you make another strangled noise when he slams right into your spot again. only this time your eyes roll back and you babble to yourself about how good he feels. ryomen lets go of your arms to slap both of his hands on your ass cheeks and roughly pound into you from behind. his balls slap against your clit each time his hips met the curve of your ass.

"haa, haa, fuck this pussy feels so damn good. too bad it belongs to a stupid whore like you!" he pants, giving your ass another smack with the flick of his wrist. "i think i'm about to cum, hng, ah, i wonder where... fuck where should i do it?"

you mumble, "in...s-siidee, insidddee,"

your boss cackles, "did you say i should cum inside you slut?" he grabs you by your neck and lightly presses down on your throat. "you don't tell me what to do," he hisses and his thrusts became sloppier and quicker. "what if i- what if i want to fucking cum... hm! o-on that fucking stupid face you have?" he grits his teeth, and hammers his cock in your creaming pussy. "or on those dumb things you call tits? m-maybe in that mouth of yours? ugh! fuck you're such a stupid girl! fuck, fuck, fuck, im gonna cum!"

ryomen hips stilled and he came with a loud guttural groan when he filled your pussy up with his heavy loads of cum. his dick was throbbing and spurting out his hot seed into your womb. filling you up nicely. he pulls his cock out of your heat, holding himself by the base and slapping his heavy tip against your puffy clit. meanwhile the remnants of his cum was dripping out of your hole and onto the floor in a puddle of white.

"ha, ha, haaaa... jesus christ girl. hm, from this day on you're going to be my personal assistant." he slaps his hand on your ass cheek again. "you're moving out of HR and you're going to be working for me. do you understand?"

you muster up a weak, "y-yes...s-sir."

ryomen smirks.

maybe he might enjoy your company, new girl.

demie: NOW IM GONNA BE HONEST, WITH TOJI'S I LITERALLY DID NOT EXPECT TO WRITE THAT. BUT I WAS LIKE FUCK IT IM GONNA GO WITH IT. WE BABY TRAPPING THESE MOFOS. oh and if you peep into it, you can see that toji was basically fucking with reader's feelings by offering her food that his WIFE cooked for him. what a slap in the fucking face smfh deadbeat ass. also i stayed up till 1am on a work night finishing to write this w h e e z e s anyways imma take my ass to sleep now. GOOD NIGHT!!!

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mixtape-racha · 5 months

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cw: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, mentioned seungmin, fem!reader

getting pounded by minho while the other members are in the next room over, his hand clamped over your mouth so tight your head is spinning and you adore it

all you can hear is the slapping of skin and minho's grunts, accompanied by your muffled whimpers and the way he pressed kisses against your shoulder has your eyes rolling back

he's so deep you swear you can feel him in your pelvis and you've been going at it so long your bodies are practically glued together with the sweat dripping off of both of you

soon enough, the boys will get concerned that it's been quiet for so long and come looking - there's only so much a stupid movie playing in the background can cover up

you clench at the thought of one of the members catching you like this, and you pray that minho won't notice, or care enough to question it

of course, he's smarter than you give him credit for and he chuckled against your skin, the lines of his smirk practically imprinted on you

"thinking about them coming to find us, hmm? seeing you like this, all spread out for mine like you should be?"

god, you hate that he knows you so well

"wouldn't that be a shame? probably traumatise poor felix. jeongin would move out. but what about seungmin, huh?"

your eyes rolled again, and you're just glad he can't see your face right now or you know he'd tease you forever

"now, seungminnie... i bet he'd like it. maybe a little too much, if you know what i mean?"

of course you did, but you weren't going to stop him talking now - not with the way your stomach was twisting and your chest pounding

his hips almost seemed to speed up as he continued talking, and it was then that you knew you had something to use against him

"maybe i'd let him watch. let him jerk his pathetic cock at me fucking you... or maybe we'd switch. maybe i'd let him take my place, and you could put on a show for me."

your thighs shook as you pushed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it

"i reckon you could ruin him. have him whining and whimpering the way you usually do while you ride him. make him a complete bitch, yeah?"

you cried out into his hand, knowing he was close to his release too and wanting to finish together, but holding back was so, so hard

"you wanna make seungminnie a messy slut, yeah? put on a show for me, show me how much of a good girl you really are-- oh fuck, c'mon, baby, cum for me-"

your knees buckled as you came, the feeling overwhelming as minho's load shot inside of you

he took his hand away from your mouth, peppering you with kisses as he pulled out, but the silence couldn't be kept for long

"i'm gonna clean you up, and then we're gonna talk more about this, yeah?"

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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wintersera · 8 months

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cw: sugarbaby!wony, sugarmommy!reader, choking, dacryphilia, spanking, uses of toys (strap, vibrator), bimbo wony, degredation, public sex

these two images of wony driving me @pupyuj and @wonysugar insane last night so i had to write something about it 😭

wony being the leader of babygirlism- you can’t tell me she isn’t like she’s so sugar baby coded in these pictures?? maybe even a bimbo baby girl

a clingy sugar baby to be exact. always texting you filthy sexts when you’re at work, showing off the lacy pink panties you sent her a couple of days ago. VIDEOS:?:));? she’s sending multiple videos of her getting off- like she would be moving aside her panties and taking the largest dildo in her collection then pumping it in and out of her tight little cunt :(( like literally lifting herself up and down onto the dildo while her wetness coats the entire thing. oh she would fr be moaning loudly on purpose, detailing ever single thing she wants you to do to her, saying how she wishes her mommy wasn’t at work so mommy could fuck her senseless.?£:):;:) she’d also send those videos at the worst times possibly like?? it was like she knew you were in an extremely important meeting- your notifications going crazy bc she sent you like 20+ full paragraphs of everything she needs with like 10+ attachments of her pussy being spread opened, fucked, slapped. literally everything 😭😭 augh and when i say you had to excuse yourself outta the meeting lying to your coworkers saying that you had an “unexpected family issue”

PUNISHING HER WHEN YOU GET BACK?? wony being in your bathroom making herself look all pretty bc you were gonna go on a fancy dinner date later that night!! she didn’t know that those videos caused you to come all the way home :(( tidying herself up and taking a quick selfie in your mirror bc she looks so pretty and cute, thinking it woukd be fun to send you those pictures bc she knows you’re absolutely in love with her ass- like you would actually WORSHIP HER ASS. but anyways you stand at the door just watching her giggle as she comes up with the most sluttiest caption for her photo, then she hears you phone buzz,, the way she whipped her head around would surely give any other person whiplash bc it was so damn fast 😭 rather than fearing for her life, she’s holding back a grin bc she knows shes about to have the best fuck of her life. you already got the strap from your room all you need to do now is just bend her over the sink and fuck her like a rabid animal,, wony having no ounce of shame in her body bc she’s so bimbo stupid whore core who begs for strap 24/7. you’re aggressively stripping her down, pushing her over the sink and biting down hard onto her shoulder,, and she just lets out the most pornographic squeaky moan ever?? 🫠

you’d notice how wet she was too,, like wet maybe and understatement bc she was actually drenched. her panties were soaked, her legs were dripping with her arousal and omfg?:£:;? seeing that put some sort of animalistic urge into you bc now you had to fuck her pussy till it’s sore. wonyoungie pleading desperately for you to put your cock in her saying things like “mommy please ruin my tight cunt :((“ you could never say no to her even if it was a punishment. pounding into her like mad, slapping her perfect ass watching it turn red and watching it bounce around your strap UGH?!/?/)?:? pulling wonys hair up to make her look at her fucked out face in the mirror,, her jaw was wide open and she was drooling like a stupid little whore with nothing but her mommys cock on her mind. which leaves you with sm free access to her neck 😊 with one of your hands you’re wrapping it around her neck and choking her until she’s crying a little bit. OH SHES DEFINITELY GRINNING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR BC SHE KNOWS SHE LOOKS SO GOOD BEING FUCKED FROM BEHIND. ahaha gripping her ass from behind and slamming your cock into her even harder and rougher 🤭

screams out your name while she’s creaming all over your strap, making sure to say “thank you mommy” repeatedly bc she’s that fucked out that she can’t say anything else!! oh and you definitely ruined her mascara :))) her pretty tears made her mascara run down her face and now she’s a little mad at you for doing that (she applied it on so well and you made it look bad :<< aww poor her, but she doesn’t admit that it turns her on)

and then later on in the evening you do actually go on the fancy dinner date. instead of wearing what she originally had (bc you ripped it off of her 😭) wonyoungie decided to wear a cute little skirt for your date!!

feeling sorta evil today,, yk you weren’t so satisfied with your punishment bc you gave wony what she very much wanted, SO you decide it would be some harmless fun to slip a vibrator in her pussy while you were driving towards the restaurant :)) wony thinking it was teasing during the car ride, thinking you would definitely take the vibrator out when you parked your car… awhh, struggling to walk out bc her legs won’t stop shaking </33 it was set to the lowest setting but the low vibrations in her cunt in public made her feel oh so good, the humiliation making her cunt sopping wet,,, and it didnt help that her skirt was so short that you could clearly see her arousal leak out her panties.

walking in and sitting yourself down, ushering wony to sit down as well- OH?!??;):? a waitress comes to your table immediately and you take this opportunity to turn the remote onto the highest setting it can go to :)) earning a whimper from wony. awhh poor baby is so embarrassed,, trying to keep her moans quiet while you’re ignoring her and talking to the waitress.

ofc once youve done getting your order sorted out it was wonys turn to order something- and let me tell you she was fighting for her fucking life 😭😭 her face beet red as she was trying her best not to moan out loud while talking to the waitress,, to toy with her you kept dropping the levels from highest to lowest every so often just to keep it fun 🤭 LIKE wony thinking she was finally safe to say something but then oopsies the vibrator is on the highest setting again 🙈

thankfully you were sat at a booth so you could just scoot yourself next to wonyoung 🤭🤭 you were getting bored waiting for your food and wony had to be fucked- looking as tempting as ever (bimbo girlies need to be treated as such) you were knuckles deep into her pussy!! again, wony trying her absolute best not to scream in public. bucking into your hands so hard while she’s covering her mouth, your palm occasionally grazing her clit in the most perfect way possible,, it took her sm will power not to let out the most dirtiest moans ever. and awww poor wony making a mess all over the chair telling her that shes mommys good little whore- and that her mommy will take care of the mess :<<

food arrives and you’re both chatting and dining like nothing ever happened- sure you had to get some tissues from the bathroom to clean up her mess, but that was about it,, carried out the rest of the date like normal :)) letting your imagination run wild with this one bc, yes, they went home and fucked more.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!!#ive smut #ive x fem reader smut #wonyoung ive smut #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x reader smut #wonyoung x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut #fem!reader

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whalesforhands · 1 month

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shirtless neighbours and exercise (kaizen stroll!)

The first time you meet your neighbours outside the house, you could swear you had to rewire every neuron in your brain in hopes of it ever working again.

“Oho? Gummmiii, look who’s here!” Perched atop the broad shoulders of his snowy-haired father figure, was one of the few resident toddlers of this neighbourhood.

You would’ve been quite glad to see him, really! Such an adorable, sweet little boy with just as charming siblings with endearing traits… And not to mention the total eye candies their parents were.

“Good muscl— Morning!” Your eyes can’t seem to stop trailing down the naked upper half of his body as you sweat, nearly choking on your words and already screaming internally, praying neither of them heard your slip-up as your hand grips the grocery bag ever tighter, face starting to grow hot with embarrassment and shame.

Jeez, stop being so goddamn hor—

“(name).” He purrs back your name in a blissful greeting, smile growing on his face and words rolling off his tongue so sweetly that it almost makes your knees buckle, your eyes stuck on watching his hand going up to his head to push back some sweaty strands of white as you try to avert your eyes for politeness sake. “Out for groceries so early?”

Oh— The slight pant in his sentences evidence of a good workout, the cute kid perched atop his shoulders, his shirtless self just looking so, so hot—! Respond normally, like a normal person, just your average, run-of-the-mill reply…!

However, you don’t think your brain is even going to be able to process anything anymore. Not after this, definitely. You remember seeing stark white, radiant blue and a curious head of spiky black as your senses start to go into overdrive.

Buff, sweaty arms that rippled with power and strength. Slicked back white hair from the obviously tough work-out. A droplet of sweat rolling down a really nice, really defined abdomen that put even the washboards at home to shame, prominent V-lines leading down, down, down…!

You have to snap yourself out of it, stop being such a pervert—!

“Uhm,” He has to bite back a chuckle at the way you’ve just been staring at him like a deer caught in headlights, your face just so cute when admiring him. “Ya okay?” He obviously knows he looks good just from your blatant staring of his body and embarrassed face, the way you’ve just been unable to do nothing but blabber nonsense for the next solid few seconds.

(You’re stroking his ego, despite the strange reception.)

“Ahaha…” Your eyes blink rapidly as you almost stumble forward from forcing yourself back into reality, eyes hurriedly flicking upwards to meet with Megumi’s blue. “Y-yeah! Fine! Just great! Never been bice—Better!” You cough into your fist to clear your throat as well as fight the urge to bury yourself into the ground below you.

“How… About you both?” Good. Perfect. Perfectly normal reply. Good answer! Non-NEET like at all!

A wide grin and a veiny, muscled arm bending to show a thumbs-up as you gulp nervously. “Just got done with some workouts! Doc says Gumi here— Ow, ow! Gumi, I told ya to stop tuggin’ at my hair to get my attention!” A whining of complaint as the shirtless man pats at his son’s leg. “Daddy spent real long tryna get it pretty today!”

Another decisive tug in retaliation.

“What a mean kid I raised…!” He sniffles in mock pain when there’s another pull, patting the leg over his collarbone to signal his defeat as he shifts his weight. “Ow, ow! Okay, okay! I get it, you want your pretty sensei right?”

Ahh… Men who love their kids are so hot… Did he just call you—

“Mn.” Megumi nods his head, black hair swaying with the shift of his cute, chubby face and extending his arms out towards you from his position perched atop the tall, broad shoulders as you continue to try not to implode at the sight of his very shirtless, very sweaty father who was smiling so innocently as he starts to slowly step closer towards you.

Oh… No…

“Sorry honey,” He’s staring up at the little boy as he stands close enough before you, whiffs of strawberry and pine mixed with his sweat starting to invade your nose. “Do you mind helping me to calm him down a little? He gets really fussy, ‘specially on weekends when he can’t see yo—“

Don’t think about it, don’t think about how sexy he looks right now— don’t think about it don’t think don’t think don’t think don’t think—

You feel a warm trail of liquid drip from your nose, catching sight of a matching pair of worried blue eyes, both widened considerably as Gojo’s grin starts to fade, a hand reaching out to cup your chin with Megumi’s face looking as if he was about to cry.

“Oh— Fuck.”

——

It seems that the second time you’re invited to this estate, is to treat a nosebleed of all things…

“Too much to handle, huh?” He’s being gentle as he dabs at your bloody nose, having princess-carried you all the way back to his apartment in a fit of worry, insisting that he’ll take care of you to, ‘fix his mistake’.

(You weren’t sure if he was complimenting himself or not.)

Nonetheless, you’re still experiencing embarrassment you’ve yet to be able to live down for at least the rest of your life. Maybe it’s better to just go into hiding, become a NEET who plays Jujutsu Kaisen all day, max out that INT stat on your character, buy another gift card to top up on more Cursed Points to roll that new clothing gacha—

Ah, who are you kidding? You’d rather just die in a ditch somewhere right now as the Gojo Satoru, father to many of your beloved children, extremely tall, and stupidly charming hunk of a man dabbing blood and snot out of your nose because you lost control of your mind after seeing him sweaty and shirtless.

This is definitely some sort of loser path you would’ve accidentally stumbled into if you were in a dating sim visual novel! Ahh… Whatever god is up there, please don’t be so cruel to you anymore…!

Maybe that was how you ended up on his sofa, one of his kids in your lap and him right next to you, settled comfortably on his sofa as a kiddy anime plays, simply living through the motions. It’s not like you haven’t tried asking to leave.

Your mouth is open as Megumi spoons another scoop of pudding into your mouth, sat comfortably upon your lap as he watches you intently to make sure you’re eating every bite well.

He’s scrutinizing your every movement, blue eyes practically drilling in on your mouth as you start to sweat out of nervousness, making it a point to exaggerate your chewing actions well to sate him.

“Does Daddy get any bites, Gumi?” Said man’s arm rested upon the back of the sofa, brushing against your back and almost looking like it was wrapped around your shoulders. Almost.

(At least he’s got a shirt on…)

“No.” A curt, straight-to-the-point and outright rejection, another spoonful getting carefully pushed up towards your lips as he uses the entirety of his smaller body to shield the precious pudding away from that hungry monster.

“You,” He points the spoon almost menacingly towards the much too big man, blue eyes narrowing behind spiky strands that obscure his face. “Eat too much.”

“Ahhh! So mean!” Said little boy was now being lifted out of your lap, much larger hands lifting him up by his underarms and out of reach from you as he’s held up to the light.

“Even Daddy gets hurt if you don’t feed him! What if I starve to death?!” He’s pouting up at his literal child, the toddler giving him a blank stare despite the vulnerable, adorable position he’s been put in. Even with his puppy-print themed socks hanging midair, the seriousness in his eyes reflecting it all.

“Then di—“

“Is it heavy, Nanako? Papa can carry it—“ The door to the Gojo-Geto estate opens with a chime, waddling twin making her way in, a tin of cocoa mix in her hands as she settles it upon the genkan floor.

“I got it, Papa!” She flexes her arm, patting the soft flesh there. “Nanako’s strong!” She’s gonna be just like her parents, afterall! No time for slacking when it could be used for muscle building!

“Daddy! Gumi! Papa and I are backkkkk!”

She starts to kick off her green sneakers, excited to be able to watch that new anime she’s been waiting for all week, humming as she hears the reusable grocery bags being placed down behind her, eyes catching sight of an unfamiliar pair of shoes.

(And a very familiar scent lingering about.)

No way…! Today, too?! It’s with a squeal that she takes off, shoes flying off and onto the carpeted genkan, leaving a confused Suguru in its wake.

“Nanako! Be careful!”

She bursts into the room with glimmering eyes, grin stretching wide across her cheeks as she practically lunges towards you.

“(NAME)-SENSEI!” You catch her midair, meeting her halfway as you feel her practically throw you back against the couch with her weight, her entire body a force to be reckoned with as you try to hide your gasp of pain at how much her exhilarating acceleration had caused the much too painful impact.

And soon, you had Megumi plopped onto you as well once he had forced his way out of a certain someone’s hold, crawling towards you as a defeated Gojo Satoru played ‘dead’ on the couch, having been defeated by his very own son.

“(name)-senseiiiiiiii~,” She’s whining into your lap, blonde strands rubbing against the fabric of your clothing and her face buried into your chest, squeezing in next to Megumi as they both look up at you with shiny, begging eyes. “Since you’re already hereeee!”

“Stay for dinner again!”

masterlist (this fic is part of my kaizen daycare! series)

Notes:

Due to the new transfer of Itadori Yuuji and Kugisaki Nobara, Megumi has been eating a lot more snacks than usual. His doctor has advised him to take more walks. This has ended up with Gojo Satoru bringing him along when he goes for a jog.

Just like her Daddy, Nanako has developed an oddly strong sense of smell.

Tsumiki takes ballet lessons whilst Mimiko goes for a plushie making seminars for toddlers on weekends.

Once, Megumi offered his Daddy a bite of his pizza bun. He experienced the betrayal of Gojo Satoru’s ‘one bite’ trick.

“I don’t see why you shouldn’t, sensei.” It’s Geto Suguru that’s leaning against the doorframe, cocoa tin tucked under his arm as grocery bags decorate his fingers. “I would appreciate your expertise in cooking again.”

“I second it!” Gojo Satoru is already up and about, foregoing the ‘playing dead’ farce to be a part of this conversation.

“Daddy, Gumi said you’re a liar and a cheat for not playing all the way through!”

“E-eh? I can’t even revive myself momentarily to reply?!”

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader

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lovelynim · 2 months

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Play a player

Honkai: Star Rail - Dr. Ratio x Aventurine

A/N: Do I know how to play snooker? Not at all, but the idea of them making out messing around on top of one was living rent free in my head, so have this

Summary: Aventurine wants to keep partying, but Ratio wants him to call it a day and get some rest. So why not solving this matter over a game?

Word count: 1319 words

“Won’t you fancy me a game, Ratio?” Aventurine grinned, lowering his head to let his glasses slide down his nose. “If you win, I’ll listen to whatever you say.”

“You’re drunk, Aventurine,” dr. Ratio snapped back coldly, closing his eyes while letting out an unamused sight, “and I recall telling you that your gambling games do not entertain me. I’m not going to discuss a matter of work over luc-”

“And who is talking about luck?” Aventurine smiled, emptying the glass he had in hands before putting it down. The blonde quickly sprung back up to his feet and used his thumb to point to their side, showing dr. Ratio his suggestion.

A snooker table.

Ratio frowned, his eyes shooting daggers in the blonde’s direction. “Do you even take me seriously?”

“Not in the slightest,” Aventurine chuckled, but regretted his words shortly once he noticed the way the professor looked at him. “Re~lax~, hahah, I was just kidding. Of course I take you seriously, Ratio, more than anyone in the ICP!”

Aventurine walked over, standing just a few steps away from Ratio - enough so he wouldn’t have to look up to meet his eyes. “And that’s why I’m suggesting a game that takes no luck, just skill. If I were to bet in this match, I’d put all my coins on you,” Aventurine grinned, eager for the other man’s answer.

Aventurine was unreasonable, Ratio thought, but he was an essential part to achieve good results in the meeting they had the next morning - that, of course, if he could make it without getting wasted. If beating him in something as simple as a snooker game was all it would take to get the blonde to comply, then Ratio could afford playing along his shenanigans for a while. For the greater good, surely.

“It’s acceptable, I suppose,” Ratio sighed, looking at Aventurine - who was already near the game table - over his shoulder. “One game, understood?”

“Perfectly, Ratio.”

The scholar sighed again, heading over the game’s table and picking one of the shafts that didn’t look too damaged. Once settling with one that looked able to do the job, Ratio turned over to the table, watching as Aventurine organized the balls inside the triangle.

“If looks could kill, Ratio,” the gambler mumbled, lifting his eyes to look at the other man while he leaned over the table, stretching his left arm forward and aiming carelessly, “I suppose I’d already be a victim of yours.”

Strike.

With a swift, firm movement, Aventurine sent all the balls rolling around the table. A loud, sharp sound came from them whenever two happened to bump into each other. Ratio looked down to the table, holding the shaft with his arms crossed.

He wasn’t impressed. Aventurine sighed.

“Could you at least pretend to have fun? We are playing together after a rough day of work,” the gambler whined, walking around before leaning over the table again. He looked at Ratio over his shoulder and, still, no reaction from the other man.

Strike.

Again, the hit sent one ball into the other, making them roll around the table. It wasn’t clear if this was just Aventurine’s luck or the experience he gained in these sort of games, but, for the second time, the gambler managed to score a point by sending another ball down the hole.

He couldn’t help but smirk at the positive outcome, granting himself another turn. Just a couple more and he would be able to beat Ratio in a game - and maybe get to hang out with him some more.

“Ahaha, isn’t luck on my side today?”

Ratio, however, kept the serious facade. Ugh, was he really taking this game seriously? Was all in his mind their goddamn work?

“Sigh, whatever. I will get us plenty of time to talk once I win,” Aventurine teased, standing in front of the scholar before bending over the table again. “Is this all because you can’t even nag at me? Just because I’m winning?”

With his eyes back on his target, Aventurine got the shaft in place. He wasn’t smart like his colleague to calculate the trajectory of each ball, but he had played snooker enough times to know a move or two.

Still, even if he had played this game a 1000 times, he wouldn’t be able to predict something like that happening.

“You sure let your mouth run loose from time to time, don’t you?” Ratio whispered, seemingly angry, as he leaned on top of Aventurine. The weight of his body kept Aventurine trapped against the table while Ratio’s hands firmly pinned the gambler’s arms as well. “Even though this attention-seeking behavior fits your persona, it can be quite… irritating sometimes. Ever considered this?”

Aventurine felt a shiver running down his spine. He wasn’t a shy person, but being held like this out in the public felt so… vulgar, even for him. How interesting.

“Ahah, Ratio, that’s not the kind of shaft we use to play snooker,” Aventurine chuckled, trying to peek at the other man. He could feel how Ratio shook his head in disapproval, but could also hear a small huffed laughter coming from his lips. “If you want to engage in this sort of activity, we could get ahahah roohohom- w-whahat?!”

Ratio didn’t fancy him an answer. Instead, he began to move his free hand on Aventurine’s exposed, outstretched side, spidering his fingers from the spot just above his waist to the top of his ribcage. “Weren’t you in the middle of another suggestion? Go on,” Ratio hummed, making Aventurine try to scrunch up his shoulders to protect his ear.

“W-why ahahare you tihihickling me?” Aventurine giggled, pressing his body against the table as if it would help him escape. “This is cheheating, Ratio!”

“Is it? You didn’t state a rule that forbade me from disturbing your turn, did you?” Ratio explained matter-of-factly, casually poking the spots between each of the other guy’s ribs, making him let out a whine-y laughter. “Aren’t you going to play? It’s your turn.”

Aeons he was such a jerk, Aventurine thought. I mean, of course he wasn’t crazy enough to voice something like that out loud - especially when Ratio’s “just messing around” tickled enough to make him want to crawl up the walls.

“I- agh, nohoh! Rahahatio, stahahap!!” Aventurine felt like his knees would give in at any second. He tried pulling the shaft back, hoping it would somehow hit Ratio and push him away, but it only made the scholar tickle him more thoroughly, leaving no spot - from his waist to his underarms - untickled.

If Aventurine was out to play a game, Ratio was there to play the player.

And amidst laughter, insults and complaints, Aventurine desperately shoved the shaft forward. The only thing he could take for granted was the fact that it did hit something.

“Your aim couldn’t be any more terrible, could it?” Ratio mumbled close to his ear before slowly back away, letting Aventurine’s body go limp on top of the table. “Now get out, it’s my turn.”

“Damn, Ratio, you play dirty…” the blonde complained, as if he didn’t think that the sudden tickling only made the game more interesting.

Ratio remained silent, but there was a cocky smirk on his lips - and that didn’t go unnoticed. With a sharp strike, Ratio sent the balls rolling and Aventurine could already spot at least one of them going down the hole.

“Again, I don’t remember that ‘adding a little handicap’ was against the rules,” Ratio mused, starting to circle around the table. “You were the one to decide that we should settle this matter over a game. If anything, you played yourself, dear gambler.”

That man…

Aventurine laughed out loudly, taking off his glasses. “You never fail to amaze me, Ratio,” he smiled with a spark in his eyes, “now let’s keep playing. The game is far from over…”

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otomiyaa · 2 months

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From 🐺 To 🐶

Wriothesley x Lyney

A/N: This was such a joy to write. Special thanks to @lovelynim for the inspiration (this fic is a huge mashup of multiple loose ideas she had), and to @ticklygiggles for proofreading and motivating me with her enthusiasm.

Summary: Wriothesley has done it. He pissed Lyney off for being too rough. After a chilly silent treatment, Lyney gives him the chance to make amends. (Also on AO3)

Note: They have no canon ages in Genshin but in this fic they are both adults (Lyney young adult, Wriothesley some years older).

Word Count: 4K

Ah, wasn’t it just marvelous? That sweet, hysterical laughter. Those cute and rosy cheeks. The way he writhed and squirmed. Wriothesley only needed one hand to pin his boyfriend’s arms firmly above his head, and one hand to tickle him.

His fingers were long enough to touch multiple sensitive places all at once. And boy, Lyney was ticklish. What a delight.

“WRAHah-Wrioahaaha! Nohoho- ahahaha !” Lyney’s lovely sounds didn’t go wasted. Wriothesley embraced them, drank them like they were the finest tea.

Still holding Lyney’s arms firmly and pinning his legs with just his weight, straddling him effectively, Wriothesley spidered his fingers mercilessly all over Lyney’s small torso, digging into his sides and tummy and eliciting the most hysterical bouts of laughter.

“WAHAHah! Nohoh-ohohow stahahahp!” He had him right where he wanted. When he tickled Lyney’s armpit and realized he wasn’t going anywhere no matter what he tried, he released his arms and tickled his other armpit as well, digging his fingers under there to find the hidden treasure.

“And that activates the laughter,” Wriothesley commented dryly as if Lyney hadn’t been laughing all along.

“AHAHAHH! Wahahait- NAHA -” Lyney jolted and arched his back, helpless to Wriothesley’s merciless tickle attack.

“Plea-ahaha nohoho! I cahahan’t breheheathe!” Wriothesley only nodded in response. When he clawed up and down Lyney’s ribs, the hysterical laughter dissolved into the cutest pitchy shrieks and squeals.

“AAAaahhh! Nohohoooo staahhaap!” Just a little more… He dug his fingers into Lyney’s torso again, his fingers wiggling mercilessly and -

“AHAH Wrioehehehe - IT HURTS !” Wriothesley froze, his hands stopping their assault on Lyney abruptly, and he looked at his face. He looked - ahem. Cute, erotic, but also… Angry. His face was flushed, tears were sparkling in his eyes, and his brows were furrowed.

“Finally - you - stopped. Wriothesley.”

Wriothesley leaned back and looked at him in surprise. “Did I go too far? Did it tickle too much?” he asked. Lyney weakly moved up and gasped for air. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Don’t talk to me,” he said before getting up on shaking legs and walking away. Wriothesley watched him go. Oh no. He always playfully tickled Lyney and he would never be this angry?

“Lyney come on, I was just playing,” he said, following after him and placing a hand on his shoulder, turning him around. To his surprise, Lyney suddenly took his own shirt and lifted it, almost as if he was flashing him to seduce him, but it was to make a point.

“Just playing? Do you see this? I’ve been asking you to stop all this time, and yet you went on. You’re always too rough and I've had it!”

Wriothesley saw the red marks on Lyney’s delicate skin and he shook his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realize - “ Lyney then showed him his arms, all red as well.

“Did I do that?” Wriothesley asked, perplexed, and he remembered pinning those arms down... Was it that rough? Lyney rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated grunt.

“Did you do that? Gee, I wonder who else has been pinning my arms and violated my whole body like I’m some sort of toy without feelings. It’s a miracle you didn’t crush me, Wrio. And you don’t listen so… Just leave me alone.”

Ouch.

Lyney went into the bathroom and before Wriothesley could say something, the door closed with a loud slam.

Oh no. He looked at his own hand and clenched it into a fist. Was he really that rough? He didn’t mean to hurt him. Of course he didn’t. It was just some playful tickling he thought. He was making Lyney laugh, he thought. They were having fun, he thought. Damn, he really hated himself for hurting the person he held so dear.

He waited until he heard the shower running and decided to put some effort into making up with Lyney. He rummaged into his storage and found some of the best and most valuable teas he had been saving for special moments. Well, this was a special moment… He needed Lyney to forgive him.

While Lyney showered, Wriothesley prepared the best quality tea for him, and put it on a tray together with a plate of Lyney’s favorite biscuits and some grapes.

When Lyney came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of Wriothesley’s oversized shirts - throb - Wriothesley gulped and quickly got up.

“Lyney, I’m so sorry. I made you some tea, it’s really good tea and should be a comfort to your eh, throat,” he said guiltily, realizing that Lyney must probably not only have a sore body, but a sore throat as well.

Lyney sat down on the couch and side-eyed him. He didn’t say a word, but judging from his attitude, he would accept the tea.

“Here,” Wriothesley said, handing him a cup. He was relieved when Lyney indeed accepted it and brought it to his lips. Wriothesley sat down next to him and waited awkwardly for him to drink it.

“Too bitter.”

Eh?! After just one taste, Lyney put down the tea and without even grabbing one of the biscuits, he got up again.

“Lyney wait,” he reacted, but Lyney shrugged and went to the bedroom. He closed the door behind him before Wriothesley could say anything. Argh. Wriothesley stared at the tea, then took it and gave it a taste.

It was fine, but… Ah right. He sighed. It was fine for him. Lyney liked his tea sweet. This was anything but sweet.

Wriothesley couldn’t believe he was ruining their weekend together. It wasn’t often that Lyney did not have performances to work on, and Wriothesley was busy with work almost 24/7.

Finally they were together for the whole weekend and he managed to piss Lyney off like this. Wonderful. At this rate, he was going to leave him. Wriothesley stared at his bedroom door and sighed. Well, he had work to do.

He gave it a second attempt. Lyney only deserved the bestest, sweetest tea in all of Teyvat. So Wriothesley again looked through his collection and found a tea kind from Mondstadt, made with Calla Lily which was known to not only be bitter but also sweet. If perfected with sugar and honey, it had to be to Lyney’s liking. While preparing the tea, Wriothesley started to realize how little he knew of Lyney’s preferences.

Or well, he did know about them, but how little he actually took them into consideration. Maybe that was how he ended up tickling Lyney until he was angry like this. To him, tickling was just some playful roughhousing, and maybe he didn’t know his own strength either... Oof, bad boyfriend behavior. He had to make it up to him.

“Hmm,” Wriothesley hummed, and he tasted the tea first. Oof, very sweet. He wasn’t a fan, but he was sure Lyney would like it. Satisfied, he knocked on the door and waited.

“Lyney, please. I remade the tea, can I come in?” It was his own bedroom, but right now Lyney was inside, so he had to be the gentleman he usually wasn’t…

“Fine,” Lyney said on the other side, so Wriothesley was glad to enter and found him on his bed, reading the book Aether had gotten him recently from Liyue.

Wriothesley put down the tray and gave him the tea. Lyney tasted it, and without a word, continued to drink.

“Is it good?” Wriothesley asked. Lyney nodded quietly.

“A-alright…” Wriothesley wasn’t sure what else to say or do. Maybe Lyney really wanted to be left alone now…

“Well, is there anything else I can get you?” Lyney shook his head. Oh.

“I see. Should I leave you alone?”

Lyney nodded again. Ah, that stung!

“Okay, I understand. Let me know if you need anything…” Wriothesley literally felt like a kicked dog as he left the bedroom again. Lyney liked the tea, which was good. But he was still angry. Surely he should’ve known a cup of nice tea wouldn’t make things magically better again.

So, he went out. By himself. Only to grant Lyney the time and space he needed, and of course, to visit some shops and buy some nice things to spoil him with. He found a cute plushie of a black cat and purchased it, then in the next store he also got Lyney a new mug, and a bag of sweets.

With these bags, he returned home. It was silent and Lyney couldn’t be seen, so without knocking he rushed into the bedroom, afraid that Lyney had already left.

“Ly- oh,” Wriothesley said, watching in surprise how Lyney was half naked. Lyney was just taking off his shirt, showing that sweet lovely skin Wriothesley loved to touch and tickle so much and - no! Bad Wriothesley!

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly, and he put down the bags.

“Are you going somewhere?” he asked. Lyney gave him a look. Oof, was he still that angry?!

“Some fresh air will do me good,” Lyney said. How mean. After Wriothesley just went out by himself. He sighed. Well, it wasn’t as if he invited Lyney to come with him…

“I got you something,” Wriothesley said, and he took the plushie out. It was wrapped in the prettiest wrapping paper, and he handed the gift to Lyney. Lyney stared at it.

“I don’t want it.”

Wriothesley almost fell backwards. “What do you mean?” he asked.

Lyney rolled his eyes. “I don’t want it. It’s not my birthday.” He continued dressing himself, and Wriothesley quickly got the other gifts out.

“I got you these too.” Like he feared, Lyney only eyed the gifts but didn’t bother unwrapping them.

“Nice. We can save them for my birthday.”

Wha-! Wriothesley dropped the bags and grabbed Lyney’s shoulders.

“Lyney, stop being like this. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I said I was sorry right? What else do you want me to do? How will you forgive me?”

Wriothesley asked. Lyney only stared back at him.

“I’ll do anything,” Wriothesley insisted. Ah, now there was some response. Lyney raised an eyebrow.

“Anything…?” he asked.

Wriothesley nodded. “Anything. Whatever you want,” he confirmed. Lyney hummed.

“So… If I say: I want you to let me tickle you, you will do it?”

Ah, it was still about tickling? Wriothesley nodded. “Of course!” If it was still about tickling, he should’ve just gone ahead and told Lyney he could tickle him back, if that was all he wanted! Stupid of him to not even think of that!

“For as long as I want to?” Lyney asked. Wriothesley nodded again.

“Sure!” It wasn’t as if he was super ticklish or anything. Lyney could tickle him however he pleased for as long as he liked.

“Good. I will teach you the difference between your technique and mine,” Lyney said. So, he was going to tickle him softly, was that it?

“Of course, go ahead!” Lyney appeared a little surprised that he agreed just like that. Perhaps a ticklish person like Lyney couldn’t comprehend that someone would submit so easily to a tickle torture on voluntary basis.

“Good. Then we will do it now.”

“Right now, wonderful. What do you want me to do, should I undress?” Wriothesley asked eagerly, relieved that this would also stop Lyney from leaving.

“Just your jacket,” Lyney commanded, so Wriothesley took off his jacket.

“And your pants,” Lyney added. Wriothesley had to fight the perverted thoughts coming in as he stripped while Lyney still gave him this cold stare. When he was just in his T-shirt and underwear, Wriothesley stood in front of him and spread his arms.

"All yours, baby,” he said jokingly. Lyney still hadn’t melted his ice, and he simply gestured that Wriothesley should move to the bed. So he climbed on his bed and went to lie down on his back.

“Like this?” he asked. Without answering, Lyney climbed on top of him and eventually straddled him.

“Hmhm. Comfortable?” Lyney asked, staring down at him. Even when angry, he was so considerate. Wriothesley only started to feel worse about treating Lyney so roughly…

“Yes, I’m fi-” Before Wriothesley could finish his answer, Lyney reached out and without warning scribbled his fingers against Wriothesley’s lower stomach.

“Hohaha,” Wriothesley let out a strange sound as the ticklish sensation surprised him. Lyney repeated the soft tickle, his fingertips fluttering against his abdomen. Despite wearing his shirt, he could feel the tingly sensations right through it, and he shuddered.

“Ohohoh w-we’re hehe stahaharting ahahalready hmhmhm?” he chuckled, surprised that he already felt the urge to laugh while Lyney barely used any pressure.

“Yes, so hold still,” Lyney said, using his other hand to wiggle his fingers against his side. Just softly, without digging in too much, but enough to tickle.

“Hnghh yehehes o-of couhourse,” Wriothesley giggled. How silly. The reflex to move his arms was really there already, but he didn’t want to be in Lyney’s way. Lyney’s touch was so soft and delicate, like Lyney himself. It suited him. His fingers scratched very softly, rubbing circles against Wriothesley’s sides and tummy and causing him to let out a stream of giggles he had preferred to hold back.

“Hehehehe ahahalright y-you’re quihiihite good ahaaht thiihis,” he laughed to encourage Lyney. It felt quite ticklish, but he wouldn’t call it torture. More like a massage that made him laugh. It actually felt pleasant.

“Ahhhahah!” Wriothesley jumped when Lyney’s fingers moved under his shirt. It felt entirely different to have those soft tickles on his bare skin, and he began to squirm.

“A-ahahare you ehehenjoying yoursehehelf?” he asked Lyney, but he didn’t get a response. Lyney’s fingers tickled their way up his ribs and paid thorough attention to them, scribbling and fluttering as if Wriothesley’s ribs were the magician’s new musical instrument. They then traveled to his bare tummy and spidered lightly, causing Wriothesley to jump a second time and - oops.

“Wrio?” Lyney asked in a warning tone when Wriothesley had grabbed Lyney’s wrist.

“Hehehe reflex, sorry about that,” Wriothesley giggled, and he put his arms back beside himself. He hesitated and then raised them above his head.

“I’ll - I’ll put them like this,” he said, and Lyney eyed him coldly.

“Good.” Wriothesley braced himself for the continuation of the tummy tickles, only for Lyney to suddenly reach for his exposed and vulnerable armpits.

“HYAh!” Wriothesley let out the most embarrassing sound and moved his arms down in an instant.

“It can’t tickle you this much, move your arms. I remember you telling me you’re not that ticklish at all, so it shouldn't be hard to keep your arms up,” Lyney said, wiggling his fingers gently against Wriothesley’s armpits despite his desperate attempts to defend them.

“Ahahaha I’m nohohot uhuhused to thihis!” Wriothesley laughed. He could remember it too; him telling Lyney confidently that he could try and tickle him back but that it would be no use, since he was not that ticklish. He then proceeded to tickle poor Lyney to tears. One of the many times… To think that Lyney put up with his apparent rough and ruthless tickle attacks for so long, and here Wriothesley was, already squirming and wriggling because of this very soft and gentle tickle session.

“Are you really going to keep moving your arms? I can’t tickle you properly,” Lyney complained when Wriothesley again moved his arms to cover up his most sensitive areas.

“If you can’t keep your hands away, I’m afraid I’ll have to use this.”

Wriothesley heard a familiar sound, and the next second he saw his very own handcuffs being twirled around by Lyney. He was sure he carried those handcuffs on him earlier as he went out, kind of a habit even on his day off. When did he…?

“Did you forget your boyfriend is a magician?” Lyney asked, judging the confused look on Wriothesley’s face.

“No I… I’m sorry.”

“Will you keep your hands out of the way, or do we cuff them?” Lyney proposed. Wriothesley shook his head.

“I’ll keep them out of the way. AHh-hehehe!” He was immediately laughing again and his hands shot forward to catch Lyney’s fingers that had tickled his hips all of a sudden.

“Y-you caught me off-guard!” Wriothesley whined, but Lyney shook his head and took the cuffs in his hands. He lifted himself off Wriothesley and flipped him over on his stomach. Just like that!

“We will do it like this,” he said, cuffing Wriothesley’s hands behind his back. Wriothesley wasn’t protesting but… he was also still processing the fact that Lyney was tying him up. He was going to tickle him while in a helpless state.

“That’s… Unfair. I never cuffed your hands when tickling you,” he tried to reason calmly.

“Did you ever need to? Besides, what’s so bad about handcuffs? I know how to free myself from them. I’m sure you can do it as well, no need to be a magician for that, not-so-ticklish Mr. Wriothesley,” Lyney lectured. Eep. Wriothesley blushed for getting himself into this position, and he wondered how he was going to endure this. His confidence had kind of faded...

He waited for Lyney to turn him back around, only to suddenly feel an unbearable ticklish sensation on his sides as Lyney had wriggled his fingers there so he could brush against his bare sides and tummy from behind.

“Nahhah! Hehehe-” Wriothesley laughed. Maybe this position was a blessing. He was anything but cool right now and wouldn’t want to face Lyney like this!

“Does that tickle?” Lyney teased.

“Yehehes! It does- hahahaa!” Wriothesley felt his laughter increase and increase even more, especially when Lyney’s fingers climbed back up his ribs again. He squirmed and struggled, but with his hands tied behind his back, he really was more helpless than he had ever been before.

And with those ticklish sensations intensifying…

“Lyehehe-Lyney! I’m reheheally sohohorry!” he apologized through uncontrollable giggles.

“Are you now?” Lyney sang. His fingers arrived at his armpits again and managed to find those sweet spots that made Wriothesley jump. He felt Lyney bounce on top of him, still straddling him, and more laughs and cackles left his lips.

“Eeehehehee! Dahahaamnh!” He wriggled from side to side. That tickled so bad! And still all this time, Lyney was only using minimal pressure. After tickling his armpits until Wriothesley’s voice got even louder, Lyney’s light tickles moved towards his neck. It was a spot Wriothesley hadn’t even tried on Lyney before since he’d just squeeze and claw at Lyney’s slender torso until he cackled, but he realized the neck could be rather sensitive with how much he was laughing and writhing.

“Nohohot thehehere!” he whined, moving his head from side to side. It was such a vulnerable spot, and Lyney skilfully trailed his fingers against the skin of his neck, under his chin, even his ears. Why did it tickle so much!

“Not here, really? Is this the spot?” he heard Lyney ask. Before he could process what happened, Lyney managed to flip him over on his back again with surprising strength for a guy so small. And finally Wriothesley could see his face again and… He was relieved to see him smile. He no longer had the cold aura around him. The look in his eyes was as soft and tender as his tickles were, and Wriothesley couldn’t help but blush and feel shy under his judging gaze all of a sudden.

“Plehehease,” he whined when Lyney’s fingers scribbled randomly at any spot they could find under his shirt. He arched his back and gasped.

“Please what?” Lyney asked, probably thinking he was going to beg him to stop the tickling.

“Kihihiss me,” Wriothesley giggled instead. He was so in need of that affection after seeing Lyney angry. Lyney smiled and leaned in.

“Ask again,” he said with a smirk, his fingers finding a really sensitive spot right at his waist and tickling it very softly with his nails.

“HNghehehhe! Kiss me,” Wriothesley moaned softly. Lyney finally closed the final distance between them and kissed him. Their lips moved together while Lyney’s fingers continued to explore the most sensitive places on his body. Which was... anywhere actually, Wriothesley learned. From his tummy to his sides, and he even moved his hands further and found a really sensitive spot on his lower back that made Wriothesley shudder when it was tickled with quick and soft little scribbles.

“AHhhaha not thehehere!” he laughed again, but Lyney shut him up with another kiss. Damn! Wriothesley’s entire body was on fire as he moaned, his giggles muffled while Lyney continued to kiss him more passionately.

They kissed and kissed, he laughed and giggled, and all of a sudden he heard a click. His hands were released from the handcuffs. He had no idea how his magical boyfriend did that so smoothly without him noticing, but he wasn’t going to ask.

Satisfied with his freedom, he immediately wrapped Lyney into his arms and kissed him as if his life depended on it. However even while kissing, he now remembered: soft. He didn’t need to pin him down or squeeze him firmly, or kiss him without a break until he couldn’t breathe. He shouldn’t hold him too tightly, he shouldn't do anything that might hurt him. He could take it slow and easy, and he realized that was how Lyney enjoyed it the most.

With Lyney still on top of him, they made out, and finally when they pulled apart, Wriothesley asked, just to be on the same page: “Are you still angry?”

Lyney smiled. “I was never angry.”

Wriothesley frowned. “Hm? You were very angry.”

“Wasn’t. How else was I going to let you submit to this?” Lyney asked, demonstrating by tickling Wriothesley’s cheek and neck softly. Wriothesley responded with a sudden giggle and he twitched.

“Buhuhut…” Before he could ask, Lyney kissed him again.

“You forgot again. Your boyfriend is a magician, but also a performer. I know how to act.”

“Really?”

“Of course I was a little irritated. You tickled me so much until it did hurt a little, and I was also embarrassed. But everything else was just me making sure this would happen,” Lyney admitted, and he tickled Wriothesley again.

“I cahan’t believe y-you hehehe,” Wriothesley laughed, but he couldn’t help but hug him tightly again. He loved his boyfriend so much, and everyday he would still learn new things about him.

“So... About those gifts…” Lyney finally said, and he looked at the bags.

“May I still receive them? I’m curious what they are.”

Wriothesley chuckled and shook his head. “Of course. They’re all yours baby.” And he watched fondly how Lyney jumped off the bed and rushed towards the bags with adorable excitement. Yeah, never a dull day with a ticklish and sneaky cheeky magician Fatui as his boyfriend. But Wriothesley wouldn’t trade him for anyone else!

[Epilogue]

“Ahahahah! Wrioheheh-Wriothesleheheey! Nohoho!” Lyney couldn’t stop giggling as Wriothesley lightly tickled his stomach and sides.

Hugging his newly gifted cat plushie tight didn’t give him any protection. The plushie even happened to be a nuisance when Wriothesley’s fingers found his underarms and brushed gently against the spots. Embracing the plushie, it was hard to move his arms, and Lyney kicked as a reflex. Of course that didn’t affect his huge boyfriend in the slightest.

“Hehehehe not thehehere! I cahahan’t mohohove!”

It was the morning after a long and lustful night during their weekend together, and Lyney was currently facing Wriothesley’s wrath and revenge for tricking him the previous day. Well, it did result in something. He now tickled him with so much care, softness and tenderness. In a way it felt even more ticklish than ever. It felt better.

“Do you want me to stop? Just say the word.”

Ah, they had also officially introduced a safeword now: “Nehehever!” Alright, that wasn’t the actual safeword. No way would Lyney surrender now. But, the safeword was ‘jellyfish’. Just a random word they came up with together during their heated night together, but with the way Wriothesley was indulging him right now, Lyney doubted he should ever use it.

“Alright, then I’ll continue tickling you just as I please~”

Wriothesley sounded so happy and content that Lyney couldn’t help but feel that his little act really paid off. Just another improvement in his remarkable romance with the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide!

#genshin impact #wrioney #tickling #tickle fic #wriothesley #lyney #wriothesley x lyney #advice if you enjoyed this: look up [wrioney] on twitter #so much glorious fanart with them #I'm STUCK in the algorithm and happy there<3 #otomiya!writes #lee!lyney #lee!wriothesley #ler!lyney #ler!wriothesley

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miris-secret-files · 4 months

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Arrange married life with Itachi.

"Don't ever kiss me again" "I can kiss you anytime I want bc you are my wife"

Maybe there would be a situation where they had to show that they were a happy couple

You don't have to make him look rough but I'm kind of bored seeing him all sweet and all the time and the point is he has started to like yn that's why maybe he would say that?!?

Arranged Married Life || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : I really didn't want to write it at first because it sounded very non con, like it resonnated weirdly in me. And then I thought about it, I couldn't back down from a challenge, besides it would be a good opportunity for characters to yell at each other ahaha so here it is ! Hopefully you who sent me this request you'll find it

A/n 2 : Hey CONSENT is everything ! Even if this fic may seem a little ambiguous I don't think Itachi would ever act like this. Remeber this is only a fiction before coming at me

Warnings : arranged marriage, yelling, mean stuff, Itachi is going to hurt you ( I'll do my best for that 😂 ) because he knows you're lying, forced kiss kinda, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1025

“Don’t ever kiss me again !” you screamed, voice echoing through the Uchiha residence. You residence since-

“I can kiss you anytime I want ! You’re my wife !” his voice boomed in a way little have ever heard. -since you’ve married him, since they had forced you to marry him

Things weren’t supposed to turn this way, not now that he started having feelings for you. But it was precisely for this reason that things turned this way. Everything was so much easier 6 months ago when you two met for the first time, well the day you got married. The day both your families agreed on this arranged marriage, supposed to bring the Uchiha lineage with the second secret mightiest lineage of Konohagakure.

At this time, there weren’t any problems about keeping the act outside your shared home. Everyone was completely oblivious, no one had a single doubt that the marriage had been arranged and that it was not for love and that neither you nor Itachi had particularly wanted to end up bound with the other.

No one suspected the reality of the situation any more, the meals eaten alone or in dead silence, the evenings spent reading a book, sometimes in two different rooms, even in the early nights when cushions separated your side of the bed. Far from the image of the perfect couple the whole village envied.

And that's only because in public you hold the act together like the best of actors, holding hands, fingers intertwined, or else by the arm, your head resting against his shoulder, him breathing in the sweet scent of your hair. Whispering sweet nothing into each other's ears, exchanging loving glances and discreet giggles.

That’s exactly what happened yesterday, during a gathering of the Uchiha family ( not all Uchihas knew about the arranged marriage ), the act was perfect, but maybe a little too perfect. Because as you got back to your residence - still in the act before the door was safely closed - his arm was supposed to lighten from around you and let you go do your own stuff like you’ve been used to, but to your surprise it tightened instead. When you looked at him you saw his face getting closer to yours.

You froze in place, he leaned closer and then you felt it. His lips oh so delicately pressed against yours. And then the instant of a second your hands came on his chest before pushing him with as much strength away from you as far as possible. He’s never kissed you on the lips before. Of course even when acting all lovey dovey in front of the others this was never something you had ever done, because being part of the Uchiha family required a certain public restraint. Even at your wedding he has only kissed your forehead.

Things leading to another you ended up both yelling at each other, your voices echoing in the hall. And upon hearing him calling your his wife you couldn't help but shout back “And I never wanted to be ! This !” you screamed gesturing at the walls and stuff around you “Is the fruit of an arranged marriage ! To which I did not even consent !” you added.

Your words made his jaw tighten, his hand shot to your arm which he gripped ( his aim isn’t ot hurt you just making sure you don’t leave while he speaks what is on his heart, this sounds fucked up though ) eyes boring in yours as he looked at your from above “Do not pretend you don’t like it ! Don't like to be mine”

“I don’t ! I wish they didn’t choose y-” your eyes held his gaze, not impressed at all by his outburst. You tried to shake your arm out of his grip but without success

Your words went straight to stabbing his heart prompting him to change his tone in consequence “Then act like you meant it by first stopping hanging on to me for dear life in the street every time someone you don't know comes near you. As if I’d ever protect you if something were to happen” this was pure venom you triggered.

“I hate you with every cell of my being !” you spat with anger, because you knew he was right, after all this time of living together you started to see him as a kind of protector.

“You wish you could” he gazed dangerously at you, the Sharingan in his eyes activating as his voice dropped back to a less loud tone, a testament of the upper hand he knew he had at the moment “But truth is you like it here in the Uchiha neighborhood, in my residence and in my bed every night. Don’t play coy, I know when you scoot closer to me during the night”

You blushed furiously with a mix of embarrassment and anger at his revelation “I’ve never done anything of the sort !” you tried to lie, but it didn't have any effect.

“You’ve done it every night lately. Did you think I would not notice ? Me ? Your own husband” he used another word refering to your marriage, his face getting closer to yours again, but way more slower now.

You didn’t budge, the conversation seemed to sink it, you knew he was right, you did need him sometimes. Not only his feelings were evolving, but yours too, and if he was reacting this way it was because things started to matter in a way it didn’t before. And you wouldn’t have outbursts like this if what he told you wasn't common knowledge for you too. Of course he would be the first to notice you started caring, even before you.

His lips pressed gently against your again, his grip of your arm lightening, leaving a coldness there you didn’t think it would. This time you didn’t try to push him away “I’ve let you do that every single night without saying a single word” he marked a pause as if he was looking for his words “We’re married and your lips are mine. From now on I won’t shy away from claiming them the way I should”

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto dark content #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden dark content #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha x reader #dark itachi uchiha #request #miri's-files #dark content

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calicocatsarecute · 2 months

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I know I said that I wouldn’t write for Val but…. I keep seeing TikToks of him and Vox being parental figures for Velvette sooo…..yeah. Enjoy!

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Vox was asleep in front of his surveillance TVs. He had gotten so bored he couldn’t help but fall asleep. Vox was in the middle of a good dream, until a call had rang. He sprang back consciousness and answered the call almost immediately.

“Yes Val. What do you need this time?” He questioned the moth demon.

“Well Vox, I’m a bit concerned for Velvy…” Valentino trailed off, sounding actually concerned.

“What makes you so concerned about her that you’re… not yourself?” Vox piqued his curiosity.

“Well… I heard a door slam from her room, and when I called her she didn’t answer! Velvette always answers our calls! I mean, you see where I’m coming from?!”

“First of all, calm down. And second, that is a bit strange for her. But I can assure you, everything’s fine with Velvette.” Vox said calmly.

“Can you just come and check on her with me please?” Valentino asked, looking almost pathetic.

“Guess you really are worried.” Vox mumbled quiet to himself as he rode up to Velvette’s floor.

“Velvette are you alright dear?” Valentino knocked quietly on the door that was locked.

Vox’s changed from calm to worried as the two older demons stood in silence.

There was no answer, no shuffling, and no movements made. It was strange for Velvette to behave this way.

Vox went up the door and knocked.

“Hey Velve…. Is it okay if we come in?”

After waiting a bit, the door was unlocked.

As soon as Valentino saw Velvette he brought her into a hug.

“Velvette you were worrying us sick! Please tell us when something’s bothering you.” Valentino squeaks out.

Velvette hugged back, trying to hold back her tears.

Vox however noticed the fashion demon starting to tear up.

“Hey what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Vox asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“My show didn’t go as planned… one of my models didn’t show up and I had to end it earlier than anticipated. And everyone, they were so disappointed in me and-“ She was cut off by one of her own sobs, burying her face into Val’s shoulder.

“Velvette, it’s alright sweetheart, not everything always goes to plan. It’s gonna be alright Velvy. It’s gonna be just fine.” Val tried his best at comforting the younger demon.

Vox had been contemplating on how to make Velvette happy again, and then it hit him. He leaned forward and whispered his plan to Valentino, who in turned smirked slightly.

Still hugging the young sinner, Valentino started scribbling up and down her sides.

The squeak that followed showed their plan was working.

“Cmon Velvette, smile for us!” Vox exclaimed while digging his own fingers into her ribs.

“Twohoho ahagahaihinst ohone ihihis’t fahaihir! Stohohop!” Velvette’s giggles ran throughout the room.

“Aww, but look at you! You’re so cute with those blushing cheeks!” Val teased the younger.

“Nohohoho! Dohohohon’t tihihihIHICKLEHE! AHAHA VOHOX!”

“Yes my dear Velvette, what is it?” The Tv man asked innocently, he knew that he had dug his fingers into her stomach.

“Oh looks like Voxy gotcha good huh?” Val teased again.

Valentino started to sit down, bring Velvette with him. After that he started to hover his hand over the Fashion Designer’s lower stomach.

“You ready Velvy?” Valentino asked the smaller.

“Nononononono! Stahahay ahawahahwy!” Velvette squealed already, before she was even tickled.

“You’re already giggling?” Vox laughed before sitting next to the two.

“Mahahake hihim stohohop, Vox!” The smaller girl yelped when her arms were brought up.

“Ok I’ll count down from 3.” Valentino said holding up 3 fingers.

“3…”

Velvette squeezed her eyes closed at the number.

“2…….1!” And with that, Valentino started to gently scribble the younger’s lower stomach.

The squeal Velvette let out was more hellish than Hell itself!

“AHAHAHAHA! S-STAHAHAHA NOHOAHA!” Velvette was squirming wildly, to the point where Vox had to support her neck.

Vox signaled to Val to stop. This let the poor girl breathe.

“Are you felling better Velvette?” Vox asked, still supporting her neck.

“Y-yeah.”

“We didn’t go too far, did we?” Valentino questioned while patting her head.

She shook her head softly. “No, but I guess I really did need that…”

“Anytime Velvette.” They both said simultaneously.

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Oml this is probably my longest fic! Anyways, have an amazing rest of y’all’s day!

#hazbin hotel tickling #hazbin hotel tickle #ler!vox #ler!valentino #lee!velvette #tickle fic

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444takeomi · 10 months

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BOYFRIEND HCS pt 2

: ̗̀➛ summary: wakasa as your boyfriend

character(s): wakasa imaushi

warnings: female reader, a little suggestive in parts, mentions of alcohol

wc: 0.7k

a/n: back again with more 1st gen bd content that literally no one asked for, this one's been sitting in my drafts for ages bc i hate literally everything i write💀

- from an outsider’s perspective waka doesn't seem like a very affectionate boyfriend — he's not a big fan of pda and doesn't outwardly show his love for you in front of others, to the point where he even comes across as distant sometimes

- however behind closed doors he's like a completely different person, you never expected him to be so clingy and needy for your attention, and it honestly surprised you at the beginning of your relationship

- you weren't complaining though <3

- waka loves cuddling with you at every opportunity, whether that's after he comes home from work or when he first wakes up in the morning

- he likes to be the little spoon sometimes — just don't mention it in front of his friends, he gets embarrassed </3

- he's also naturally very cold in terms of body temperature, and makes such a big deal out of it just as an excuse to hold you in his arms

- “come on, princess, i’m practically freezin’ to death over here. what, you don't care? do you not love me anymore?”

- he's so dramatic pls

- waka spends as long as possible laying in bed with you in the morning, he loves wrapping his arms around you and feeling the warmth of your body against his

- if you try to get out of bed he’ll squeeze you tighter and beg you to stay “just five more minutes” — you've been late to work several times because of him hahaha

- he just looks so cute with his hair all messy, you can't say no to him </3

- waka prefers staying home, so a lot of your dates consist of things like cooking together or binge watching shows and drinking beer — if it's the latter he always buys some yakitori to eat as well

- steals kisses from you when you're least expecting it and teases you if you get flustered or shy

- “aww, are you embarrassed? you like it when i kiss you, princess?”

- please tell him to shut up ahaha

- you're the only person who is allowed to play with his hair, and he even lets you try out different hairstyles on him

- he's so soft for you <3

- he asks you to help every time he touches up the purple streaks, he doesn't trust anyone else to dye it except for you

- waka also loves when you help him wash his hair, the feeling of you massaging the shampoo into his scalp sends shivers down his spine — he looks so angelic with his eyes fluttered shut and a blissed out expression on his face

- please dry it with a towel and brush it for him afterwards, he feels so loved when you take care of him

- you always tell him how jealous you are of his eyelashes, and if you ask nicely he will let you put mascara on them

- he thinks you look so cute when you're concentrating and will keep trying to kiss you — only when you threaten to poke him in the eye with the mascara wand does he sit still

- he's already pretty but he somehow looks even more gorgeous with mascara on, it's almost unfair </3

- waka absolutely hates bugs but he still gets rid of them for you, especially if you have a phobia of them

- he doesn't want his princess to worry <3

- he often invites you out drinking with his friends and will get absolutely wrecked by the end of the night without fail — waka gets very affectionate with you when he's drunk and this is one of the few times he lets his guard down in front of others

- he will spend the whole evening leaning on your shoulder, sometimes whispering dirty things in your ear — his hands will start wandering as if no one is watching and you have definitely had to slap them away before

- he has no shame whatsoever💀

- when he's drunk he always wants to do karaoke with you, he's such a bad singer and you two end up laughing your asses off

- benkei is so done with you both💀💀

- he's such a baby when he's hungover, please bring him some painkillers and water and give him kisses

- if you make him breakfast as well he will literally love you forever, even if it's just something simple like tamago kake gohan (egg on rice)

- in conclusion it might not seem like it at first glance, but waka loves you more than anything — he just prefers to reserve that side of himself for only you <3

please do not translate, repost, or share my writing on any other platforms eg. tiktok

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #wakasa imaushi #wakasa x reader #wakasa x you #✩444.writings #✩444.headcanons

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privitivium · 3 months

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yan, jealous prosciutto x m reader

ive never hyperfixated over prosciutto before. this is new! might be a little unintelligble, wrote in one sitting - apologies!

no nsfw besides very end - kissing, he pushes ice into your mouth.

Out and about, as a sort of celebration.. of sorts. After successfully carrying out a mission, banding together as per usual - the rowdier men of the group had whooped and pleaded.. leaving you, your partner, and his brother held up at the bar..

"Mhmm.." You hum, suspiciously, eyeing the crowds with your hand placed on Prosciutto's hip without concern of anyone seeing. You were a little ditzy, you can admit that.. but you still get the job done - no matter if it's showing someone a good time or assassinating someone with the help of your companions.. you pull away from holding Prosciutto - scooting down the bar and glancing at Pesci before flagging down one of the two bartenders and kindly ordering a drink. A sort of lemonade, you ordered..

"Here, try this." You slide the glass toward the confused green-haired man, grinning cheekily. "Y'look all sad without a drink!" You pat him on the back, chuckling under your breath when you hear him yelp over the speakers. "Drinking water is perfectly fine, but having a little tasty thing is pretty good too.." you nod. Pesci warily eyes the drink - "Don't let anyone bully you about your tastes.." You tell him, hand on his shoulder as if a father lecturing - glazing over his expression. "Especially your brother.." You glance at the aforementioned warily - jokingly, for good measure, who merely scoffs, looking away and taking a sip from his short glass.

"It is just toughening him up.." Prosciutto remarked lowly, a dangerous edge to his voice as he glances at you at the corner of his eye. "In this world.. I thought you of all people would understand that."

"A-Ahaha.. it's all in good fun, you know? My big bro knows best, i take his advice to heart.." Pesci cracked a grin, at ease - you were the one that didn't make fun of him really.. it was hard not to feel so comfortable - especially, knowing his brothers' feelings about you after they accidentally slipped from the blond.. knowing, that he could be your in-law.. made him a little giddy..

"You here by yourself?" She questions, pulling her hair out of her face and tucking it neatly behind her ear. Cut to an hour later - the gang spread out and the trio of the brothers and yourself splitting with a promise of you going back to them after just one little dance.. when you came back, they were no where to be seen - and now, sitting at the bar like a ruffed up outlaw starring in a hit midwest 80s movie, drinking your Shirley Temple when a young woman saunters up to your side and strikes up conversation..

"No, on official business." You wave off, chuckling. cracking a grin and immediately giving away your serious facade. "I'm here with my friends.. they're all here somewhere." You swivel around, swirling your drink lazily as you gesture out into the crowds. "Oh, yeah? No.. girlfriend? What's your type, hm?" Her voice slurs, and you realize how incredibly bad she was at trying to be subtle. Was she even trying??

"Pretty people." You tell her, lifting your glass and bowing your head. The face of a brooding blond coming to mind..

"Am.. I pretty?" She tilts her head, and you narrow your eyes at her.. she was.. you suppose. Pleasing to look at.. her makeup not smudged, done up cleanly in some sort of style you couldn't recognize with her hair straightened and pulled back..

"You.. you're pretty alright.." You reach over, patting her on the shoulder briefly followed by a lame shrug - before immediately slipping off your chair and trying to locate the bathroom - emptying out your drink faster than you had anticipated.. a glimpse of bright blond that turned green in the blue flashing lights catches your eye - Prosciutto! You wave out to him wildly before hastily retreating into the facilities in the dark corner..

Another what, thirty minutes? Spending that in the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and merely admiring the graffiti on the walls.. you came back to the bar where you last saw a glimpse of your partner..

Hrm.. where did Prosciutto go? They were always sticking together, him and Pesci.. and you find the aforementioned man, hanging out with Risotto. Whining, as you question your leader on Prosciutto's whereabouts.. him, barely responding, but otherwise telling you to stay with them for a little bit.. with no Prosciutto? Augh.. no way, man.. questioning the rest, and getting no luck. It was especially surprising with Pesci, not knowing.. hrmm..

Then, moving onto strangers.. you ask several strangers if they had seen a blond man in a suit leave, repeatedly, before a kind, boisterous person steps up with the truth and points you to the door, hollering over the speakers blasting music that'd make you wanna raveㅡ"Went that way! With some chick!"

... uh huh... a little suspicious, but not too suspicious. After checking thoroughly in the crowds and your spread out companions, nothing.. as the crowds were mainly full of people with dark colored hair.. you decide to try your luck and follow the stranger's directions - wanting your partner, and only him in that moment.. you were rather an emotional person, when it comes to drinking.. wanting to be by your partner and all.. his presence soothes you, in a way. You'd think that's normal.. walking.. and walking down the winding alleyways, you would say you're a few blocks away now.. where could he be? You shake your plastic cup of iced soda, taking a sip.. You.. probably got lost.. turned around, like an idiot you berate yourself for being. And-oh. Not to worry. That familiar silhouette.. and the smoke lingering in the air as you grew near. It was so quiet.. soft whimpers could be heard.

"Prosciutto?" You hear your voice - and it sounds weirdly small, as if you couldn't control your tone.. were you scared? No. Couldn't be. You were certain that it was him in the shadows, no reason to be hesitant.. as you slowly sip on your cold drink, shuffling forward in mere curosity and the sight of Grateful Dead hovering over a body on the pavement - holding onto one of their limbs before they began crumbling. Their voice was.. almost nonexistent if not for the gentle gasps of air filling the silence..

"Still pretty?" He murmurs bitterly, glancing up at you from his cool leaning against the dampened brick wall.. inhaling briefly from his cigarette; the burning tobacco illuminating his face, apathetic, before crumbling away. He appears to be waiting for a reaction.. his jaw clenches, and he pinches the cigarette in his fingers, flicking it away - the old woman's still crumbling body a reminder of who she was and what she was doingㅡ

".. still pretty." You clarify, stepping over the body of the young women who was chatting you up just a few moments ago.. lifting your hand and gently placing your palm along his jaw.. slowly guiding his face to yours - ".. very pretty." You smiled cheekily - sly, and in an attempt to flirt with your partner, you wink and end up accidentally blinking in your attempt to be suave. Ahem. Prosciutto reaches out, no warning - and you realize what was in his other hand. A glass cup he had taken from the bar, luring the woman away.. ice.

His freezing cold hand wraps around the back of your neck - roughly bringing you inward to himㅡand he desperately presses his lips against yours, his lips are so cold.. was that an ice cube?? Being pressed into your mouth.. His tongue is cold! The taste of tobacco hitting your lips distracts you, and you eagerly press forward - lips parting completely and practically giving each other mouth to mouth while a body withers away - messily slurping on ice and sharing a few cubes with one another... you couldn't find it in you to feel remorseful as you were liplocking with a rather serious and intimidating man; you would be distracted to if under the influence and then pulled into a heated kiss.. right?.. Hmm.. yes, this is very much a pleasant surprise, however. Trying to find the person you often bugged around the base and was partly infatuated with, just to see him torturing the woman you had made pleasant conversation with.. argh.. are your pants getting tigher?

#jojo =͟͟͞͞★#prosciutto x male reader #prosciutto jojo #dom male reader #top male reader #x dom male reader #x top male reader

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freddleafton12345-blog · 2 months

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Shadow Milk with fem! Reader NSFW! U HAV BEEN WARNED, THIS HAS STUFF NOT 4 INNOCENT PEOPLE))

Plus he's forcing me 2 write this as he's over my shoulder help I'm scared-))

- he's sadistic and a major top

- he gets off just by seeing you getting wet for him

- "ohoo! Didn't expect you to be so wet! I'm impressed, I must say!"

- he can use his magic to create shadow tendrils that will either hold you up in the air. Or, they'll fuck you while he watches with amusement

- should you try and top him, he's gonna punish you BAD

- he can use his magic to make you feel pleasure for over several days, or even weeks. Depends on when he's had his fun

- he cracks jokes during sex, that's how silly he is ^^

-if you have a size kink, he'll gladly shift to be bigger, although he refuses to change into his full size (because that towers over a giant mansion and he doesn't wanna split you apart!)

- sometimes, he makes a stage and audience, THEN has his way with you

- "up next folks! Watch as my darling has to handle ALL my tentacles, hehehe!"

- even if you're embarrassed, he's not stopping

"Ahaha! You're doing splendidly! Let's add another tentacle!"

"Ah! R-really? You can't be seri- AH~!"

Another shadow tendril stuffed itself into your womb, you felt like you weren't gonna live after this.

Must your boyfriend be so sadistic and a jokester?

"Outstanding! Give it up for my dear darling, folks!" ShadowMilk exclaimed, and the fake audience clapped and cheered.

"Now, for the grand finale!"

Oh no.

Oh no, no NO.

You were so screwed. Literally.

ShadowMilk removed the tendrils and they vanished. Then he lined himself up with your entrance.

"Don't worry my dear! You took the tendrils, surely you can take THIS!"

"Gah~!" He slammed himself into you and started thrusting, like he was an animal in heat. You were hoping he'd be gentle.

But he never was, and secretly, you usually liked him having his way with you.

"Fuck! Yeah, you're gonna get a taste of my milk! Mmm..oh GODS YES!" He seemed very into what he was doing with you, because you could see the stage start to glitch. Like he wasn't concentrating on keeping it up with his magic because he was focusing on chasing his own high.

Your head was spinning, your legs felt numb, and he just didn't stop.

Hadn't you already came?

Oh wait, that's right.

He can go on for WEEKS till he's satisfied.

"Fuck yes- ah, you're- taking me so good~! Fuck I'm almost there~!" His moans got louder and more higher pitched as he neared

You screamed as you finally came, and the audience cheered and roared.

"AHH~! Hah...hah...Give it up for my darling everyone, we hope you enjoyed the show!"

You felt so full of his cum. You also felt very sore.

As the stage and crowd vanished, he pulled out of you, giggling. Of course HE felt fine, while you felt sore everywhere.

"Aww, come now my dear. Chin up. You took my cock so well, I think you should have a treat!"

He layed down and cleaned you up with his magic, then held you against his naked body.

He never did this.

Why now?

Wait. Did he truly-

"I love you, darling..." And with that, he shut his eyes to go to sleep.

You felt happier now. Rather than leaving you to clean yourself, and leaving, he finally stayed to take care of you.

Maybe he wasn't so sadistic after all

#shadow milk x reader crk x reader #crk x reader #shadow milk crk #shadow milk cookie #why am i writing this?#hear me out on him tho

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 9 months

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Chevalier's Sequel

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

I tried to grasp Gilbert’s outstretched hand, but was forcefully pulled backwards.

Chevalier: “There’s no need to deepen our friendship with this.”

(Prince Chevalier!?)

Chevalier held my shoulder with one hand and grabbed Gilbert’s arm with the other.

It was an obvious act of provocation, and my heart felt like it was about to leap out.

(Why...?)

Chevalier: “Don’t casually touch my fiancée, Eyepatch.”

Gilbert: “Huh? What’s the big deal? She’s here as part of diplomatic relations, yes? That was just a friendly handshake.”

Chevalier: “I have no intention of letting her get along with you.”

Chevalier: “There’s no harm in skipping a simple handshake.”

Gilbert: “Oh, there is harm. Don’t you know where you are?”

Gilbert: “If you upset me, you won’t leave here alive.”

Chevalier: “Do you think such a third-rate threat will work?”

Gilbert: “Ahaha! I didn’t realize you were so aggressive.”

Chevalier: “Yeah. I’ve never been tolerant of anything harmful.”

Gilbert: “Harmful? I haven’t done anything yet, and you’re treating me so harshly.”

Chevalier: “That’s what you plan to do from now on, right?”

Gilbert: “Fufu, who knows?”

Gilbert: “If we deepen our friendship, maybe I won’t harm you.”

Chevalier: “Is that so? Then I’ll deepen this so-called friendship.”

Chevalier: “Do you want to start with a handshake?”

Gilbert: “Wait, this really hurts! Don’t you hear my bones creaking?”

Chevalier: “It’s a Rhodolite handshake. The more painful it is, the more it shows our friendship.”

(Chevalier is making such a joke. No, it doesn’t even feel like a joke.)

Gilbert: “Really? I’ve never heard of that before.”

Despite Chevalier’s cold smile, Gilbert endured the pain without showing any change in his expression.

Gilbert: “In that case, I’ll gladly welcome you both with the Obsidian approach.”

Chevalier: “Oh? I’m looking forward to it.”

(B-Both of them are smiling, but their eyes aren’t smiling at all.)

(Are they going to be okay from now on?)

#ikemen prince #ikepri spoilers #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #cybird #ikepri jp #ikepri

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Hi!! Um so I just read your Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader and now I’m opposed. Your writing got me into this ship and this show bahaha- and speaking of your writing I f*cking love it. Literally lights up my day/days whenever I read one of your posts and I get so excited ahaha so legitimately thank you🥲 if possible could you do another one of Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader? Idrc about what prompt, just like a bad situation, to worse to better you know. If you don’t want to write for them I’d love to read another WandaNat x Reader🫣 (but if u really need a prompt something like insult to injury) thank you!

I hope you’re doing okay and it’s okay if you aren’t <3 and hopefully u are taking care of yourself. I’ve been reading ur fics for ages so if u ever need like a randoms imaginary shoulder to cry on I’ve got you ;) 🌸

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I am so, so sorry it took me so long to get to you 🌸! I can't express in words how much what you said means to me though, like (and I say this a lot, I know, but it's true) stuff like this truly gives me so much motivation. I love you so much and I will give you my imaginary shoulder any day that you need it. Btw, you don't have to sensor your swears unless you truly want to, I am the queen of obscenities <3

[[Summary]] Smoke and semi-working lungs don't go too well together. But you have a job to do. (marina x reader)

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A five-hour blaze wasn’t something that anyone wanted to deal with, but it was something that you and your team knew how to deal with. Of course, it was dangerous for everyone around, but it was also thrilling. You all ran into fires for a reason, the eight of you were adrenaline junkies who felt the irresistible need to save lives.

Every so often after a particularly rough day Maya, Carina, and you would just curl up together in bed, no one sleeping despite how exhausted the three of you would be. The brunette would alternate between stroking your hair and rubbing Maya’s back, cushioned in between the two of you as if she needed the pressure to prove to her that you both were safe.

To call today a ‘rough day’ would be an understatement. Thankfully everyone had survived, but a young woman had been sent to Grey Sloan with severe burns, screaming about her baby. The baby, a severely annoyed two-year-old, was thankfully fine. The little boy had been distracted fairly quickly as the other paramedics checked him over, focusing on the stethoscope which he for some reason found absolutely fascinating.

His mother was rushed to the burn unit but from what you and everyone else knew she was holding strong and the boy's other mom was taking care of him. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was that your body was utterly pissed with you for deciding to treat it so badly and it was taking it out on you at the worst possible time.

You had done the best that you could when it came to fighting the blaze, resisting the urge to attach yourself to an oxygen tank even when you were outside of the house, away from the smoke. Entering the house was an atrocious idea, but your girlfriend was in there. You had ignored Andy’s orders and raced to rescue the woman you loved.

The blonde knew that you weren’t feeling very well, she had heard you coughing in the bathroom before the call had come in and had tried to convince you to go home. Then of course the alarm sounded and there was nothing that either of you could do. Sure you wanted to be anywhere but inside a burning building with your lungs already starved for oxygen, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

Maya was fine, momentarily hindered when a piece of the roof collapsed leaving her needing to find a new way to get herself out. You had helped despite her protests that she could do it on her own and that you needed to leave. Instead of doing what she asked of you, you took the time to help her get out, working strategically and quickly around the debris.

You made it through without passing out even a little bit and the fire was finally extinguished. When you got outside you pulled your helmet off and half stumbled over to Ben in search of oxygen. He noticed your struggle and passed over a mask, asking repeatedly if you were okay as you sat down on the bumper of the Aid Car, your gear practically pulling you down. Gravity was not working in your favor.

“Y/n, let me take your jacket off,” Ben ordered, sounding like a doctor. He was a doctor. The damn man had too many careers, it sometimes frustrated you just how accomplished he was.

“Back off, Probie.” You rasped, shrugging him away. Technically you had rank over him, so technically you could order him around. The loophole totally worked for you as long as it mean that he’d leave you alone. You didn’t have any problem with Ben as a person, he was actually a pretty nice dude, but you had absolutely no wish to be ‘Doctored’ right now.

You were expecting to be yelled at, but thankfully Andy hadn’t come over to shout while you were still on the scene. You could see her casting you frustrated looks while she talked to your girlfriend, but left it alone. That only lasted until you got to the station.

“L/n!” Andy yelled, stomping over to you. She looked angry but also concerned. Maya was beside her, wearing a similar expression. “What the hell were you thinking? You endangered every one of us!” The captain snapped, glaring down at you.

You stood to meet her gaze, trying to look less weak than you felt. Fighting her on this was probably a poor decision, but you had no intention to take this lying down.

“I was doing my job, Captain.” You bit back. Andy bristled at the comment, rage hardening in her eyes. The woman beside her bit back what would definitely be a remake would probably upset everyone and reserved herself to a slight shake of the head.

“Check. Your. Tone. L/n. I am your boss, not your punching bag. I don’t care that you aren’t feeling well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. You could have gotten yourself and others hurt.” Now it was your turn to bristle.

“Maya was trapped, she needed-”

“She needed you to do what you are told instead of ignoring direct orders. You aren’t the only one on this team Y/n, do you understand that? If you ever do something so stupid again I will have you suspended. For now, you will be taking two weeks paid leave. Take care of yourself. Come back when you’re done making stupid decisions.” Her voice softened on the last sentence, expression fading from stern boss to worried friend.

You sagged slightly, shrugged, and looked over at Maya in hopes to find support there.

“Come on Y/n. Carina’s off today, I bet she’ll make you some soup.” She held out a hand and part of you didn’t want to take it. Part of you wanted to prove yourself to your boss, but Maya’s offer was too good to pass up. Carina made the best soup and she was always so good at knowing exactly what you needed.

You took the hand and allowed yourself to be led out of the station, ignoring everyone’s kind words and well wishes. Maya got you situated in the car, both of you silent. She was incredibly gentle, brushing your hair away from your face and lingering a bit with her touches, but she was still frustrated with you. It was okay, you understood. You had scared her.

The ride home was quick and quiet. You were half asleep and Maya was listening to the radio, your cough overpowering the soft music. Carina would probably insist that you sleep with at least two humidifiers tonight, but it wouldn't matter, at least you’d be with them.

You let your eyes slip closed and you leaned against the cool window, shivering in your loose clothes. You wanted your bed and someone to hold you. Unfortunately, you’d have to wait for those things. They’d probably make you shower before you were allowed to climb into the bed.

You were right. The second you got into the house Carina was all over you, asking a flurry of questions and speaking in rapid-fire Italian about your condition. Normally you loved to listen to speak the language that you didn't understand, but now it was just messing with your mind.

She had ordered you and Maya into the bathroom, promising to have your room made up with whatever she believed that you would need to feel better. The shower was nice enough. Maya washed your hair, allowing you to lean back against her in your exhaustion. It was tough to stay standing, but she was there, making sure that you would be okay.

“M’sorry.” You rasped, blinking teary eyes at the worried looking blonde. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, gripping your elbows tightly.

“Babe, I just want you to be safe. I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I wish that you had told one of us sooner, then you would have gotten to be with Carina all day. It could have been a good day, not an awful one. Okay?” You nodded your understanding and sniffled softly, your nose running in what you were sure was a disgusting way. Maya looked at you lovingly nonetheless.

When the brunette said that she was going to get everything you could possibly need, she had really meant it. The room that the three of you shared was decked out in everything one would want for a sick day. Boxes of tissues, a mug of tea on the bedside sitting beside a glass of apple juice, three humidifiers, a bottle of cold medicine, a fluffy blanket, and extra pillows.

“You did that pretty fast, Car.” You forced out, climbing into the bed with the help of both of your girlfriends. Maya followed and wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close while Carina measured out a dose of medicine.

“Si, I work quickly. Now open your mouth, I want to see how high your temperature is.” She was in work mode right now, they’d be time for joking after you did what you were told. You pouted but opened your mouth, holding the thermometer under your tongue. The brunette carded her fingers through your hair as you waited for the reading, looking utterly disappointed.

“102.3, oh Y/n, no wonder you do not feel well. Take this, alright? Then you can go to sleep.” She kissed your forehead, prompting you to obey her wishes. You were a sucker for physical attention, even more so when you were sick.

The medicine tasted like you licked a fake plastic cherry and stung your throat, but it was what it was. Both women smiled when you finished it and you got twin kisses on each of your cheeks. These women were amazing.

You felt your eyes fill with tears and you ducked your head, not wanting to show them that you were about to cry. That was just too much, they didn’t need to deal with your unnecessary emotions at the same time.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Maya crooned, tilting your chin back up so that you were forced to meet her crystal blue eyes. You felt Carina’s arms slip around your waist as she sat on your other side and that was about all that you could take.

You broke into stifled sobs and pressed your head against the blonde's shoulder in search of comfort. You didn’t want to talk about it, you just wanted to cry. Which was stupid, because earlier you had been completely fine. Now you were bawling like a baby in the arms of your girlfriends.

Neither of them said anything while you cried, they just let you, holding you close until you were too tired to cry anymore. You didn’t actually remember falling asleep, all that you knew was that one minute it was dark out, and the next you were laying down with your head on Carina’s chest, both of the women asleep beside you.

Your body still hurt and you still felt disgusting, but at least you weren’t alone. Being sick and alone was worse than being sick with people who loved you.

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