#this girl just ruined the vibe completely

[youaremysunshine-court]

The saddest thing is the witcher could have portrayed healthy found familial relationship in a non-traditional way, but they went and forced yennefer into the role of mother, geralt into the role of father, completely did away with jaskier, and didn't even bother to consider that every single witcher in Kaer Morhen could be considered ciris father, but no, there's a husband and a wife and a child and that's all there is to it

#witcher #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #also yennefer is historically NOT a good maternal figure for ciri #it was so ooc for geralt to just completely forgive her at th end of s2 #like i have never had a child but i do have nieces and nephews and they are very dear to me #and if anyone pulled that sort of shit with them i would hunt them and waterboard them not cuddle them on a battlement jesus christ #also the fact that like the witchers are relegated to uncle positions is so fucking dumb #a girl can and should have 20 dads if she wants #bc like kaer morhen is basically a commune right #so they good have given us some good non stereotypical family vibes maybe some polyam #but they ruined it #they gave us two people who could barely stand each other forom the time they met and a lady who traumatised this guys daughter #and they were like nah its fine theyre gonna live happily ever after #WHERES THE FUCKING BARD #IS HE LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER #also fuck socially acceptable family dynamics and fuck netflix and fuck whoevers writing these godawful scripts (fuck henry cavill?) #and fuck the last episode for that unsatisfactory scene where they just cuddle up on a fucking roof like yen didnt give ciri trust issues #for decades to come #if i was geralt i would have slit her throat then and there #nothing comes before children #i was gonna be done here but its so narratively unsatisfactory like they havent seen each other in a year(s?) and his loyalty is with her #instead of his own daughter??? #the man who prizes morality and justice over everything else?? is fine with dragging a literal child into her need for power?? #what. the fuck. #okay im done #it could have been good but netflix fucked it the way they do everything so #fuck you netflix

[ot3]

heres my pitch. i feel like it speaks for itself but i'll explain my reasoning.

making larry a girl: biggest bang for your buck in terms of girlifying a member of the ace attorney cast. i think if phoenix and edgeworth had a dirtbag lesbian friend who tried to make herself go bi but couldnt and keeps showing up to be a general nuisance that would be hysterical.

godot and blackquill: being a girl wouldn't fix the absolute dogshit narrative contrivances that prevent either of them from having the capability to be good characters but it would win them a huge amount of grace i am not presently willing to grant.

i dont think i need to elaborate on this one.

lang and van zieks also are already hysterical not as women but i think if you girled them it would really just bring an entire new level to it. although part of what makes lang funny is the gay shit he has going on with edgeworth i think a girl lang would look insanely dykey which would add a completely different angle to the humor there. van zieks white girl wasted in the courtroom self explanatory.

gumshoe apollo and ryuunosuke are all characters i like but i honestly dont think being girls would significantly shift the way i feel about them

clearly if you make one of narumitsu a girl you have to make them both girls because making this dynamic het ruins it for me.

finally we have klavier who i think is more fun as a boy. i think making him into a girl would lose a little bit of the disney channel original movie love interest vibes that are absolutely critical to peak klavierism. also if we have girl klavier but boy apollo that's also unacceptable to me because im categorically against hot women caring about lameass dudes. not that apollo being lame is a point against him as a character its one of his most important traits. but its not something women should be concerned with.

#ace attorney

[explicit-tae]

when is the next part of ungodly hour please tell me 😫

right here! introudcing a request that a few people has been wanting to see

Ungodly Hour (8)

Fuck Chaeyoung and Jimin for always being able to figure out when something is wrong with you.

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“Girl,” Chaeyong’s voice says over the phone. It echos off of the bathroom walls. She’s watching you as you violently brush your teeth and in the process of scrubbing your tongue, a look of disgust on your face. Your phone is leaning against one of the toothbrush holders and she appears visibly amused.  “maybe you’re pregnant.”

You choke, feeling yourself ready to vomit again - this time due to Chaeyoung’s words. Your eyes widen and you stare back at your phone for a moment. Spitting the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth, you turn off the water. 

“Don’t,” you say with gritted teeth. “start that shit again.”

Chaeyoung rolls her eyes. She’s in the process of making herself a sandwich. She shakes her head as she butters her bread. “You missed your period and you’re throwing up. What else can it be?” Chaeyoung was indeed correct. But, your periods were often irregular so that could never be a sign of pregnancy. You’ve gone two months without it before just for it to come on a random Wednesday work shift.

“I’m on birth control.”

“That’s never 100% effective.” Chaeyoung scoffs. “People get pregnant while on birth control all the time.”

Chaeyoung was right again and you could only sigh. You want to blame your sudden nausea on food poisoning. Maybe something you ate just didn’t sit right with you - that’s always a possibility. Maybe you were just getting sick as the seasons changed. Pregnancy would be the last of your options as anything could be possible.

“Let’s not forget that your boyfriend often has to remind you to take said birth control.”

“Shut up.” you grumble, snatching your phone and making your way out of the bathroom. You hated when Chaeyoung was right because it only meant that your mind would be wandering on the possibilities. 

“I can’t be pregnant now. That means I’ll have a Scorpio.” you murmur, crashing down against Jungkook’s bed, silk sheets inviting you in. “There’s enough birthdays in November as it is. It’ll completely ruin the vibe.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you were being a whore on Valentine’s day.” Chaeyoung sing-songs, her sandwich now complete and she munches onto it happily. “Can’t blame you. Jungkook did go all out like always.”

You’re positive you know just where it all began and like Chaeyoung said, Jungkook had to be the dramatic type that made you want to fuck him. The amount of roses you walked into had to be costly and you’re sure he must’ve bought out half of the store alone. The gifts, the home cooked meals along with the low music, champagne…

“Fuck Jeon Jungkook.” you grumble, throwing your phone beside you so Chaeyoung can see your view - the ceiling and she’s positive you were wallowing in self pity.

Truly, Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way you can never seem to stay off of him.

It took a week for you to decide to get a pregnancy test that you were sure would be negative regardless. You weren’t going to let Chaeyoung’s words of despair get to you - and you were only taking this test to prove to her (and yourself) that you weren’t pregnant and that whatever is going on with you was just a mere sickness.

The brown paper bag sits on the bathroom counter and has been for hours now. Jungkook wasn’t the one to check what wasn’t his and you’re unsure why you’re hesitant on taking it.

It’s Sunday now and that meant that not only was Jungkook here, but so was Namjoon, Hoseok, Taehyung and Jimin. They gather in the living room, movie blasting throughout the space and you walk by without any of them batting an eye.

All except Jimin as he was the only one who ever wanted to humor you and this fake beef you two held for one another.

“Well, well…you finally decided to join us.” Jimin calls, eyes watching as you make your way towards the kitchen. 

“Fuck off, Jimin.”

Taehyung snorts, allowing a few chuckles to be released.

Jimin looks around, wondering why in the world you could possibly tell him to fuck off out of all people. Of course, he didn't because he was Jimin. This causes him to sit forward and tilt his head.

“You look different.” Jimin notes, eyes taking in your appearance. This causes Jungkook’s head to turn to see whatever it was that Jimin saw.

Jungkook’s eyes being on you causes goosebumps to litter your skin and you desperately want to tell Jimin to fuck off again, but that wouldn’t do any good.

“You look…healthy.” Jimin’s eyes begin to squint a bit, his head tilting to the other side.

“Healthy?” you snicker with a roll of your eyes. “What the fuck did I look before?”

“Ugh, Y/N, shut up.” Jimin stands, making his way around the couch and towards you. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you and his friend, but he remains silent. “You look…dare I say glowy.”

You click your tongue inside your mouth. Jimin’s tone is different, almost as if confused. His eyes study you closely.

“If I didn’t know you, Jimin, I would say you’re flirting with me.” you turn away and go towards the box of pizza on the counters. 

Jimin cackles. “As if I would go for anyone like you.” 

“That’s a lot coming from a man like you.” you bite back. “I know exactly what girls you like.”

Jimin swallows back his words, a soft tint to his cheeks. No one was ever going to let him live down what that bitch said. “I pay for Onlyfan’s once and suddenly I’m the one being laughed at.” he grumbles to himself.

“I actually like her. She humbles you and it’s exactly what you need.” you open a box of pizza - pepperoni. You grab at it and inhale, the smell reaches your nose and instantly you drop it right back into the box.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrow at your actions, watching you closely. His arms begin to cross and it’s as if alarm bells were going off in his head. 

“You little slut.” Jimin smirks.

Your stomach churns and you can feel the increase of saliva inside your mouth. You let out a shaky breath.

“You…that’s why you look so glowy. It’s too soon to look like this now…” Jimin speaks - mainly to himself. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

It happens entirely too fast and maybe this was just Jimin’s karma for annoying you constantly. You appear to be stuck, completely frozen in place, when you vomit entirely onto him. The man screeches and gags at the warm vomit hitting his chest. 

Jungkook is on his feet immediately, coming to your side. He places a hand onto your back, a look of concern on his face. “Y/N? Baby, are you okay?”

“What the fuck?!” Jimin hisses, eyes wide with disbelief. “I’m the one with stomach acid on me! Can someone ask if I’m okay?”

“This isn’t about you right now.” Jungkook waves him off. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“She…oh wow.” Jimin watches in disbelief as Jungkook ushers you away. His shirt sticks to him sickeningly. 

Hoseok is the first to laugh, shaking his head at Jimin. 

“What just happened?” Namjoon questions.

Now you feel like crying out of embarrassment as Jungkook brings you into the bathroom. “Do  you still need to throw up? Was it something you ate earlier?” he asks, his mind going on a thousand different possibilities on how you could be sick right now. 

“N-No, I’m fine.” you murmur, pushing yourself away from him and going to brush your teeth again. Your body is hot - mainly due to humiliation of having vomited on Jimin. You wouldn’t be this embarrassed if it was just Jimin there, because well, fuck him. But the other’s…

You groan, scrubbing the taste of vomit out of your mouth.

Jungkook watches closely. 

“You’re not fine. Are you sick?” he questions. “You probably need some medicine.”

Jungkook looks around the bathroom for a moment, his eyes dropping on the brown paper bag that’s folded in half. He looks at it for a moment. “Is this medicine you got earlier or-”

“No!”

It isn’t your intention to snatch the bag out of his hands the way you do. Jungkook is taken aback by your actions, eyes widening slightly. He takes a step back, apologetic about touching something that wasn’t his. 

“I-I mean-”

“It’s okay.” Jungkook shakes his head. He swallows. “I’m…going to clean up out there. I’ll be back.”

Jungkook leaves the bathroom and now you feel worse than before. You shut off the water and groan.

You don’t want Jungkook to think that him trying to help was a bad decision. The paper bag is crumbling in your grasp and it’s a sign that you can no longer put off the contents on what’s inside of it.

You were a grown woman and a little pregnancy test shouldn’t scare you. You’ve dealt with tougher scenarios and this was outside of your character. Your mother didn’t raise you to be a scared bitch.

So you took the test - ripping the bag open entirely and then the rectangular box. It happens all under a minute and you realize this is the first time you ever took a pregnancy test.

You placed the top onto the test and put it on top of the brown paper bag as you await for what it says.

“Five minutes…” you murmur to yourself.

Jungkook doesn’t expect to see you so soon. He’s cleaning up a bit of vomit from the floor when you enter the kitchen. He had already managed to get everyone out of the home as Jimin ripped off the shirt and hurled it into the trash before exiting himself. He offers a smile your way. “Feeling better?”

“I’m such a bitch.” you sigh with a shake of your head.

Jungkook snickers. “What do you mean?” he asks. “You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way.”

“Shut up and stop being so nice.” you grumble. “I shouldn’t have acted that way in the bathroom. I’m just…” you inhale deeply. Your mother would have surely given you a mouth full if she saw the way you treated her precious Jungkook.

Jungkook continues to clean the rest of the mess before turning back to you. He notices you’re completely still, watching his every move. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook takes a few steps closer to you. “You got a fever or something?”

Jungkook’s hands are soft but a bit cool to the touch. He touches your forehead and rubs it down towards your cheek. 

“You don’t feel warm.” Jungkook comments. “I…” you trail off, unable to shake the look of Jungkook’s eyes off of you. “...my mother didn’t raise a scared bitch.” you repeat the same words aloud and it causes Jungkook to laugh.

“What do you mean-”

“I might be pregnant.” you interrupt him, needing to get the weight off of your shoulders. And you’re surprised that it did. You exhale with a raise of your brows. “That was easier than I thought it’d be.”

You look Jungkook in the eye, his doe ones staring intently back at you.

“I took a test.” you continue. “That’s what was inside the brown paper bag and why I snatched it the way I did.”

For once Jungkook is silent and it causes your stomach to churn again - this time with nerves. He’s so silent that you’re unable to read his expression.

Standing in front of him becomes a bit awkward and you’re anxious to get out of this situation entirely. 

“I’m gonna go…” you go to move yourself and this is what causes Jungkook to snap himself back into reality.

“I was processing your words.” Jungkook shakes his head, dropping his hand from your cheek. “Sorry…” he murmurs, blinking a few times. “...How long have you…suspected it?”

You take a deep breath then scoff. “I’ve been in denial. With Chaeyoung and Jimin it’s hard to not face reality.”

Jungkook hums, he suppose that’s why you threw up on Jimin so suddenly.

“I can’t read you.” you murmur, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. “You’re usually…more readable.”

“Would you be upset if you were pregnant right now?”

Now that you had admitted to him that there was a possibility of pregnancy, he wants to be open with you. He wants to hear your thoughts and feelings about the situation. 

“It’s not ideal.” you shrug your shoulders, pondering on the question. “Would you?” “No.” Jungkook admits. “Of course not. I love you.”

You sigh. Fuck Jeon Jungkook and how understanding he was.

“But I also know this isn’t something you want…” Jungkook lets his hand touch your cheek once more and now you allow your eyes to meet his. 

“Well, duh.” you scoff. “I still haven’t met your parents. They're going to think I’m a whore if I just show up pregnant.” you’re only half joking but just the thought of meeting his parents and having to deliver news of a pregnancy just sounded backwards.

“They wouldn’t!” Jungkook insists. “My mom’s been dying to meet you.” he admits. He had to convince his mother countless times to not just show up randomly at his home and take matters into her own hands. “I've just been waiting for you to be ready. There isn’t a rush.”

Jungkook’s thumb traces the outline of your lips. He smiles down at you.

“Stop smiling. You’re supposed to be…”

Jungkook furrows a brow. “Suppose to be what? Mad?” he snorts - it’s almost as if you didn’t know him entirely. He had already planned the wedding in his mind and exactly how many kids he wanted to have with you (if you allowed). 

“Well I wasn’t expecting you to look so fucking excited, either.” you hiss, lightly pushing at his chest. “The test can be negative, you know. It could be fatigue or my blood sugar could be high or low…”

Jungkook nods his head at your words, listening to you. “Or, you can be pregnant,” he states. “Either or, I want what’s best for you. One step at a time.”

You nod your head at him and allow your cheek to nestle into his palm. 

“We can check together.” Jungkook leans closer to you, his nose tickling yours. “And we’ll do what we need to do from there.”

Jungkook pecks your lips in a comforting kiss. It’s weird to see how domesticated the two of you are - how comfortable. You would’ve never seen yourself entertaining someone like Jungkook a year ago, but now you and he are together constantly. You feel at home when you’re  around him; at ease when you’re in his warm embrace. Your heart is full whenever you’re around him and it yearns whenever you’re away for too long.

Fuck Jeon Jungkook and the way he has made you soft for him; this wasn’t suppose to be. You were supposed to finish college as independently as possible and focus on a career until you decided you were ready to entertain anyone.

How the tables truly turned.

“I’m scared.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around you, chin resting on your shoulder. The test is a few feet away and none of you can see the answer on it just yet.

“This is the first time you’ve admitted you are scared.” Jungkook teases. “I thought your mother didn’t raise a scared bitch.”

“Fuck you.”

“I did and this is why we’re in this predicament.” Jungkook retorts coolly. “We’ll check together, okay?”

“Okay.” you nod your head. 

Jungkook and you step further into the bathroom and you grab the test. You turn around to face him, looking into his anticipating eyes. “So…do we both look or do I look and tell you or-”

“You’re procrastinating again, baby.” Jungkook places his hand on top of yours. “We’ll look together.”

Jungkook’s eyes lowers to the test in your hands just as yours does. The test tightens in your grasp as you look down at the letters on the small screen.

See the Future (Final Part)

@minaamhh @suciedad-divina @satisfied18 @y2k5bby @petalsofink @swga-ficrecs @rrrapmonste-rr @xtrataerrestrial @bangctans @danielle143 @taekritimin123 @thelilbutifulthings @jksjx @tasha-0795 @busanbby-jjk @joonlover1207 @hollowtree11 @amberpanda99 @parkinglot-nights @variety-is-the-joy-of-life @hoseokteardrop @jingerbreadoutofstock @subtaegguk @ultimatebasura

#ungodly hour #ungodly hour drabbles #jungkook x reader #bangtanwritershq #btswritersclub #btswritingcafe #jungkook imagine #explicit-tae #jungkook established relationship #jungkook x you #jungkook fluff

[frenchkisstheabyss]

🖤 Ateez Thinks Your Belly's Lovely 🖤

🖤 This is for my plus-size Atinys who are babes with bellies. If no one’s told you how absolutely fucking sexy your belly is, you’re about to hear it now you badass goddess. Let’s get into it. 

🖤 Pairing: ot8!ateez x chubby!fem!reader

🖤 Genre: le smut, all of le smut

🖤 Warnings: unprotected sex, cream pie, squint & you miss it soft dom vibes, lots of belly squishing/kissing/grabbing cause they love it, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, breeding kink, hickeys, nicknames (princess, good girl), cockwarming

🖤 Yeosang loves to eat you out up against the wall, one of your legs thrown over his shoulder and his face buried between your thighs licking up and down your delicate folds. There’s nothing like bringing his mouth up to nibble on your belly while he’s drunk off of your pussy, his face wet with your juices. He could stay on his knees all night leaving little marks on your stomach as his fingers drag along the walls of your warm pussy, gently coaxing you toward your high. 

🖤 Jongho needs to have you on your back when he’s working his tongue deep enough into your core that his nose rubs against your stiff, twitching clit when he looks up to watch you make those pretty faces that you do. His hands are basically glued to your belly from the start, his fingers addicted to its softness. He grips it even harder when your back begins to arch, the muscles beneath your plush contracting as you cry out his name and completely ruin his sheets for the third time tonight. 

🖤 San thinks you have the most beautiful face he’s ever seen but he’ll never pass up the chance to have you on all fours for him, your gorgeous ass raised in the air as you take every rigid inch he feeds into your warmth until he bottoms out and you’re trembling enough that he has to hold you up. He could grab your hips but it’s always your belly instead. It gets him harder than anything to caress it, feeling that satisfying jiggle each time he slams you back down against him, hitting your sweet spot just the way you like. 

🖤 Mingi never cums harder than when he can watch your belly jiggle while he fucks into you, your arousal sticky and sweet along his length when he pulls out to see how wet he's made you. As if he can’t feel it. He has the most fun when he slides out enough that only the swollen tip of his cock remains in you and you’re pouting like the princess you are. He’s in heaven grabbing handfuls of your stomach when the teasing gets to be too much and you’re rocking yourself up and down on his cock, more needy than you’ve ever been. 

🖤Yunho doesn’t need there to be any motion at all to enjoy your belly. His favorite nights are ones spent with you sitting in his lap with your back to him and your pussy hugging his cock. He keeps his hands under your t-shirt, twisting your perky nipples and kneading your belly. You’re ethereal when you’re blissed out like this, leaning back to whisper how much you want him. He could go on like this all night, smoothing your belly with his palms, feeling you clench tighter and tighter until you’re cumming and mewling in his lap. 

🖤 Hongjoong has made it clear that doesn’t want you to ever have to lift a finger to cum. All you have to do is lay back and be pretty while he makes sure that you feel good. If you want, he’s more than happy to sit between your legs and watch the juices trickle out of you from how intensely the vibrating head of your wand stimulates your clit. The power of the vibrator when it brushes against your belly always sends little shockwaves through it that make it impossible to resist reaching up to indulge in its plushness. 

🖤 Hwa can’t focus on anything else on those days when he knows you’re at home, panties soaked from how desperate you are for him to finish work and come breed you. You’re such a good girl when it comes to taking every drop of thick white seed he can fill your womb up with. Afterward, he cuddles up beside you with his head on your belly, his fingers plugging up your fluttering pussy to make sure nothing spills out. He loves to kiss your belly and nuzzle against it, whispering praises that make you feel as special as you are. 

🖤 Woo isn’t ashamed to admit what a simp he is, and always will be, for your body. You have him salivating when you walk around the apartment in nothing but a thong that highlights the curve of your lower belly and a super short crop top that barely covers your tits. It’s incredibly hot when your belly squishes and bounces as you do regular household chores. It’s usually only a matter of minutes before he folds and has you riding him on any surface he can get you on, letting you use his cock to stretch and please your gushing core.

#ateez smut #ateez x chubby reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #seonghwa smut #seonghwa x reader #yeosang smut #mingi smut #mingi x reader #yunho smut #yunho x reader #jongho smut #jongho x reader #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader #choi san smut #choi san x reader #yeosang x reader #ateez headcanons

[sehodreams]

Forgiving others is easy, forgiving yourself not that much

Summary: Anton tried to take care of you in an unconventional way, putting you first into a helpless position. However, what he should've expected is for you to realize his intentions and to ruin his plans, but did you really ruin them at the end?

TW and tags: porn with plot (?), kind of dubcon (he tried to get her drunk but ends being the drunk one), all consentual at the end, pinning (from Anton), mentions of bullying at work place, grinding, oral sex (f receiving), p in v, no protection, tries of forced drinking, jealous Anton, kind of stalker!Anton, dark-ish, don't know how to decribe.

WC: 5.1k

Comment: to be honest I tried to write a porn without plot but it came out kind of weird, it changed so much while I wrote it I don't know what the hell happened in the process, but it's still most porn than story. I haven't posted anything lately because I write and delete them, but i finished this one so let's be happy I didn't toss it aside. Kind of dark so if you don't like this kind of content PLEASE JUST DON'T READ.

"Please, let me see your boobs, please" he was asking but he couldn't even wait for you to answer before his hand played with the fabric of your blouse trying to take it out of your tight skirt, you thought about just letting him have what he wanted, but did he deserve it? Not really.

He had tried to get you drunk at the dinner you had moments ago and had ended being the drunk one, so pathetic you couldn't help but dryly laugh out of second-hand embarrassment.

It was a team dinner so you couldn't reject the invitation, and the way he kept pouring and pouring shots of alcohol and passed them to you was suspicious, so you kept accepting them in front of everyone but tossing them to the plant next to you at the end of the table when he didn't stare at you with those wide expectant eyes. To everyone it looked like a cute hoobae trying to humor his superior, you were in charge of him because no one else wanted the heavy task of teaching the intern, and he reminded you of your first days there, inexperienced and scared, so you accepted him with grace and treated him with the care and a patience you wished you had received when you started.

At first you found it difficult to guide someone, you were used to always being alone, even with difficult tasks, but he made it bearable, always accepting advice from you, never questioning your decisions, and following your steps like a new born baby duck, and you found kind of endearing how he always made sure to stay and say thank you at the end of the day doesn’t matter how hard it was. Still, you couldn't deny how at the same time you always perceived a weird vibe from him, your eyes met his when you felt observed and he somehow knew when you needed something, if you were craving something sweet he miraculously bought extra dessert, if you murmured around how you wanted a coffee he would appear with your cup in seconds and if in the middle of a call you wanted to write something down he would gladly give you a page of his work at hand. He sometimes frightened you, but not in a bad way, so you tried to think he was just a young boy doing his best, however now that you confirmed he was human trash, you were disappointed in how you had wasted so much of your time into someone like him.

It was so sad, he was a sweet young boy just starting his first corporate job and he had so much potential, he always listened to you and offered his help with whatever you were doing, yes he was a bit awkward and shy, sometimes not daring to look directly at you in the eyes when you talked to him or stuttering when you surprised him with a question, but he still seemed honest and like a good kid, so you never expected him to try such a dirty move like that one, trying to get a girl drunk to do god knows what to her? You never punished him when he made a mistake at work, but right now you weren't at work, and he completely deserved it.

"Why should I?" You asked, slapping his hand away from you.

His cheeks were flushed and he was slurring his words, not even addressing you properly like his senior, forgetting the formalities and his usual self, he maintained eye contact as much as he could, trying to defy you for denying his wish. He did it until he realized you wouldn't break down under his gaze, even if he was bigger and stronger, you weren't scared of him at all, he could easily hurt you with his hands, he could push you to the floor right there in his apartment entrance and take you how he wanted, but you knew he wouldn't, how could the boy that always treated you like a goddess suddenly treat you like a mere mortal being? In the office he would follow you and take anything you had on your hands, like stacks of papers, boxes or even insignificant stuff like coffee cups, saying how he should carry them instead, if you said you were thirsty he would run to get a cold bottle of water from the vending machine, and when you tried to pay him back he would never accept it, "how could I? sunbaenim, I already owe you so much", he served you to the point you were sure that if you asked him, he would drop to his knees and pray your name every morning before work.

Perhaps that's why even when he tried to do such a sick thing, something so despicable that should definitely scare you away enough to not talk to him ever again, much deserving of a report to headquarters, after all the memories of you two together ran through your mind, you were there with him, in his house, letting him talk to you as if you were equals after helping him arrive safely to his house.

After some time his eyes went to the floor, he was moving from side to side, too intoxicated to keep his position, and when he almost tripped over his own feet, you grabbed his hands with yours, helping him stay still, pulling him slightly closer to you.

You can't deny that for a moment you were hesitant, even if he didn't, the possibility of him forcing himself on you was there, you thought a lot about it when you called the cab to his house after almost everyone had left when you went to the bathroom. You don't know if they tried to take him too and leave you alone in the restaurant, it wouldn't be the first time, but he had stayed to wait for you and take care of the bill with your boss credit card, only smiling at your direction when you asked him where everyone was, "don't know, but I'm here for you".

You could've left him in the cab and go home, all your instincts screamed to do that, that he was dangerous, he had obviously tried to put you in disadvantage to get something from you, the quantity of alcohol he had tried to force on you was almost unhealthy, and he did everything with his innocent face, fooling everyone except you.

However, the worst part was that he had been so obvious with his intentions you knew deep down that he had never done something like that before, you just had to look at his reddish cheeks and his dumb grin, his hand holding yours and stopping you from leaving him alone in the cab, to move that soft spot you had for him after taking him under your wing all those weeks.

You don't know why you wanted to go with him, even with that thrilled sensation of him maybe hurting you, you wanted to go, your mind too curious of what would happen for your body to listen any coherent thought about leaving.

"Sunbaenim, come with me, I'll take you home" he said not even looking at you, eyes closed and his hand holding tight yours. The driver looked behind for a second, if the roles were reversed, you were sure he'd have called the cops the minute you hoped in, but when he saw you, a soft girl with a serious expression looking out for her intoxicated coworker, he didn't care anymore.

"Please make sure he doesn't throw up inside" was the only thing he said and then drove in complete silence until you arrived to his building. When you paid the driver didn't look at you twice before he left you behind with the tall boy hugging your side and smelling your hair, you saw the yellow color of the cab far away and thought one last time to leave him and go home, but he was so happy next to you, giggling whenever your eyes met his, that you decided to see what were his intentions. After all, they said drunk people and kids never lied.

"Tell me the truth, what did you plan to do to me? And don't you dare lie Lee Chanyoung" you looked up to him, finding his eyes under the limp lights of his place. The shadow of the light above him made his face darker, his fingers played with yours and before he could talk, he stumbled over one of the numerous pairs of shoes on the floor, pushing you to the wall behind you with his whole body but not letting the impact affect you, quickly putting a hand behind your head and the other on your waist.

Almost embracing you, he stayed there, and closing his eyes, his nose breathed in the aroma of your hair again, "I-I wanted... I just wanted to take care of you, I wasn't gonna do anything, I just wanted you to depend on me once" he confessed in a whisper, but you couldn't believe him, just take care of you? How could he even try to put you in such helpless position? What if his or anyone else’s intentions were different? He couldn't even stop himself now, pressing your body with his and taking in all the sensations he could steal from you without taking off your clothes.

You tried to push him away but he was too heavy for you, so you only pressed your hands on his shoulders, almost clawing your fingers over the navy knitted cardigan he started to wear after you said it was your favorite color by mistake, "I can't believe you Anton, and why like this? Why couldn't you do it differently? Why would you want to do such a cheap move? You have no idea in what danger you could’ve put me through."

When you said his name some of his senses came back to him, he left a few inches of space between you two and a sad frown appeared on his pretty face, bringing the boy you used to know back, showing how sorry he was for overstepping into your precious space.

"I-I don't know, I just wanted to show you that you also can lean on me, I thought that it was impossible for you to let me get closer, you never let anyone learn more about you, you push everyone away and only talk about work stuff... I know I don't deserve you, but I wanted you, I want you, I want you all for me and I want to be the only one for you, I didn't know what else to do."

His tears started to drop one by one while he talked, his hand searching for you again but not daring to touch you afraid of disgusting you more after showing how wretched he really was.

You made him look into your eyes before he talked again, "It's the first time you do this?" You asked, holding his cheeks and cleaning the tears that slid down.

"Of course it is" he grasped his hands over yours, asking for compassion from you, his eyes almost looked honest, and after you nodded, accepting his words, he went and pressed his forehead in the space of your neck, getting dizzy with the smell of your perfume and all the alcohol that stayed in both of you after your dinner not long ago, "I've never wanted someone this much before... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have tried it, but you're just so high up there, you looked unreachable" his hands moved to your hips, you hugged his neck and let him get wasted with your presence, he used more strength into his grasp and you felt his fingers painfully try to penetrate your clothes and touch your skin, but instead of telling him to stop you opened your legs to receive him, "...and I felt unworthy of you, I know I am, but please, let me show you how useful I could be, how much I can serve you"

You felt his boner under his fitted grey pants, it tried to sink into you under all his layers, but it couldn't even reach you thanks to your skirt limiting his movements.

He didn't wait long thought, this Anton had no patience at all, and he hastily lifted your skirt almost all the way up, his nails scratching your tights and running them instead of carefully taking the nylon fabric off like you usually did.

"I'm sorry" he apologized still on your neck, rutting his member into your now visible black underwear. He caught a glimpse of them, they weren’t your prettiest pair, rather simple and bland, but he still was awed by them and how they covered what he had imagined so many nights before, and soon he was rutting against them again, ‘’I’m so sorry’’, he was ashamed of how much he ached for you.

"It's okay Anton, you don't have to apologize anymore" your fingers hooked on his long hair, strings of it settling under your grip, and trying to calm down the rush he was in, you murmured that sentence softly next to his ear. You could hear his heart beating inside his chest and he gulped loudly after you called his name with so much tenderness.

"I'm sorry" he repeated, feeling so undeserving of the benevolence you were gifting him, you always did so much for him, you weren't afraid of giving him all your knowledge at work, you defended him whenever he made a mistake and others tried to make him feel beneath them, judging his inexperience as a lack of intelligence, you were the most merciful person he had ever met, forgiving even the repugnant intentions he had tonight.

He pressed his lips on your throat, trying to claim possession over you, he was never going to let anyone else take you from him, he had been feeling desperate those days after one of your coworkers had gotten closer to you, he couldn't help but follow you with his eyes whenever you walked around, and recently, if he wasn't next to you, that guy would be on your side, setting off an alarm inside his head.

It was unusual to see anyone other than him treat you with the respect you deserved, Anton didn't understand why almost everyone hated you, but they did. You always did your best and outperformed your tasks, if the boss said he wanted you to finish a report for next week you'd have it ready in three days, if others asked you for a favor you'd immediately accept and leave your own work aside to help them, if an emergency appeared you'd instantly share solutions, you were the best employee and coworker anyone could wish, and they still treated you like a plague, sending you to meaningless errands and giving you the problematic clients.

His leather belt pushed up your blouse, and the buckle hooked with the silky fabric, scraping it and slightly hurting your skin in the process. "Wait- Anton" you tried to stop him from tearing up your favorite blouse but his mind was too hazy to hear you, humping his erection on your panties with his brutal force, you couldn't do anything to stop him.

When you were at work he didn't dare to ask for a single thing from you, not even a glass of water, when you offered to buy his coffee he shyly rejected you, trying to buy you one instead, but now with the little help of the alcohol he showed his true colors, that greedy side that wasn't scared of demanding what he wanted from you and taking it before you could give him permission.

He kept apologizing between thrusts, you felt your panties get wet with your arousal and his tip clumsily striking your clit, although it felt good, you weren't sure how much of it your poor clothes could take, so you decided to do what you had to do for him to cease.

"Anton, can you touch me here?" You asked, moving his hands to your chest and letting him knead your skin under your cups. He eagerly nodded, finally directing his attention to another thing that wasn't the pleasure your cunt gave him.

He didn't waste any time taking your blouse off, he did it with such an urge he didn't care your cuffs were still buttoned and that your hair ended like a mess after he pulled it over your head, his hands searched for the back of your bra and tossed it aside the minute he deciphered how to unhook it.

He admired you for a good minute, your skin reflected the light the two of you were under and when you tried to fix your hair he saw your chest moving in unison with your hands, the creamy flesh called for him to take a bite and he immediately indulged himself on it, so soft under his mouth his eyes almost rolled back and his cock sent an agonizing throb to the pitch of his abdomen, needing to sink into you as soon as he could, he moaned of satisfaction.

You liked the sensation of his mouth and his hands over your buds, but it was obvious not as much as him, he seemed to be desperate to get more of you, his teeth would find your nipples and slightly bite them to then follow with his tongue caressing the same spots, like a soothe after the affliction, pressing the flat of his tongue again and again.

He stayed like that for a long time, admiring your chest with devotion in an uncomfortable position, since you took off your high heels he was even taller now, and his whole upper body was bending to meet your chest. You tried to help him a little and stay on your tip toes but the stir he caused on your insides didn't let you think much about it, only passing your fingers over his hair and closing your eyes to not get lost in the sight of the big, gorgeous boy obsessed with you.

He ran one of his hands from your chest to your mound, and before you could tell him to not go so far, limits unclear between you two in that moment, and your mind repeating how it wasn't okay, he sneaked it inside your underwear and immediately found your clit with his fingers, pressing his wrist with enough delicacy and strength to push your ass to the wall and circle the little nerve at the same time. Still, your mind couldn't stop the thoughts, he was too drunk and you were in charge of him, you as the senior between had to put a stop before the two of you made a mistake, because that's what you were making, an enormous mistake that you wouldn't know how to fix.

You could fix almost everything, you never stopped if an obstacle presented, you handled the worst clients with grace and easily solved emergencies, but you had realized that people weren't as easy as you thought, giving them what they wanted wasn't necessarily always the answer, sometimes you had to give them what they needed it even if they didn't like the result, and right there what Anton needed was a mature adult telling him to stop and to reflect on his actions that day, because what he did was completely wrong, and you shouldn't condone his actions letting him take what he wanted from you without consequences.

This was real life, and the real world wasn’t as forgiving as you.

But fuck it felt good, and you were just human too, to have someone show so much adoration towards you made you weak, because you were used to giving everything of you, and it was the first time you met someone willing to do the same with you.

His mouth left your chest and went up to your neck, leaving marks that would show the next day and you'd have to hide before work with makeup, you were trying to remember if you had your pouch in your bag when his finger slipped inside you, making you whimper of surprise while he chuckled on your neck. He started with just his middle finger, testing how much he could push you. Your slick made everything so easy for him he thought about just putting it in, you were so ready you'd take him without problem and he couldn't wait for you to drip all over his cock, which was throbbing inside his boxers with each thought.

However, there was something he needed even more before he did that, he went to his knees and slid down your panties and the ruined pantyhose, admiring the naked skin of your thighs that slowly showed up in front of him, "please spread your legs" he asked, grabbing your creamy thighs and loving the way your flesh melted under his grip. Your plumpness somehow comforted him, and he gave a small pampering peck to each thigh before he pressed his lips over your tummy, making you open to him and his care, allowing yourself to enjoy his treatment for just a second, like you told yourself in your head, it would be just a second. No one had been so sweet, even if sometimes rough, with you, and you felt yourself falling deeper into his void, too swayed to deny him anything when he spoiled you like that.

He started with slow licks, making out with your clit and pushing your legs open with his hands. Your hips bucked into his face, and with eyes close with force, your palms tried to hold you against the wall, the torture of his tongue lapping your wetness making you tremble in your place.

More than groans, you heard whimpers and moans coming from his mouth, sobering thanks to your juices but not in his right mind still, he had more control over himself, but that only meant he was more conscious of his leaking dick needing you, and how painfully untouched he had been all the time he was next to you, craving for your attention on him and only him.

You pulled his hair with force when his tongue started to poke your entrance and his nose buried in your lips, you couldn't bear with the overwhelming feeling and pushed him away, a bit afraid of hurting him but not able to consider before doing it. He looked up to you, scared of being too much for you, but he couldn't contain himself, he wanted all of you. "That's enough Anton", he shook his head in disagreement, it wasn't even close to satisfy his thirst, and with your hands hurting his scalp he dived in again, with more eagerness and decision, he drank you until you finished pouring everything out, your moans like music to his ears, he wanted to receive anything you had to give him.

When your legs stopped trembling beside his head, he finally stood up again, staring down at your crumbled body, he helped you stay on your feet with a smile. When you looked up to him you saw his shinny face, all the way from the tip of his nose to his chin, and he wasn't ashamed of disgusted with your fluids all over his face, he even seemed elated to have your mess there, making you feel guilty of being so weak against pleasure.

You couldn't believe what just happened, you let him touch you, and you felt disturbed with your lack of willpower to put a stop to what was happening in the youngest's apartment.

"I should go" you thought loudly. He panicked and grabbed your face with both hands just like you had done before when he was spiraling in his drunken state.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asked, caressing your red cheeks and watching your teary eyes, his heart wrenching inside his chest with the idea of having hurt you, he hadn't meant to, he knew he was being greedy, he had tried to do something terrible to you before he came back to his senses, but he was just terrified of losing you, and now it seemed the same thing was about to happen, so close to him and your mind still trying to run away.

"I shouldn't do this Anton, you don't even have a steady position in the company, I'm older, I'm your superior, and what you did was so wrong, but I should be the mature person here and put a stop to it, yet I'm here just accepting you, it's so fucking sick what we're doing" your tears were streaming down and he felt bad for having put you in such a difficult position.

"I'm sorry, I'll always be sorry for what I tried to do today, I don't know what went through my mind, but please don't torment yourself, you didn't do anything wrong, it's all on me, I'm the one who's sick, just be angry with me, I can take it, but what I can't take is you in pain, please forgive me" he started shedding tears too, fat tears escaping his eyes with a concerned expression.

His shoulders were trembling with his sobs and you felt a revolting feeling in your stomach, a nauseous sensation mixed with sorrow and guilt.

"Let's forget this happened Anton, this never happened, okay?" You tried to convince him but he denied, he didn't want to pretend anything, he couldn't lose you like that, having you so close, his dream was no longer to have a good job and a normal life, nothing of that mattered if you weren't by his side, his goal had changed from serving society to serving you, and he couldn't just yield like that. "While I'm here, I'm no longer your superior, I'm no longer your coworker, we're just two people together, two people that are meeting for the first time, okay?"

His world suddenly was illuminated by your grace again, exhilarating in joy, he nodded until his cries stopped, kissing both your hands with adoration, swearing inside his mind to never hurt you like that ever again, and that the only tears he could ever let come from your eyes would be of pleasure and happiness. "Thank you, thank you" he repeated with every kiss on your knuckles and then over the back of both your hands. He had taken a liking to kissing every spot of your body, and he was hoping to soon have you over his bedsheets to adore you even more.

But for now, he picked up where he left, he went to your lips and kissed you with his whole sincerity, crushing your mouth with his. His kiss was breathtaking, making you dizzy but finally relieved of finding an answer to the problem there, even if it had to do with you forgiving him and forgetting what the two of you were outside that apartment, you could take it, because it wasn't what any of you wanted, but what both of you needed.

"Can I put it in?" He asked and you nodded. He, in his euphoria, pulled down his pants and his underwear to let his length free. He was so excited he lifted you with his arms without showing any struggle and then pressed his tip over your entrance, letting your body fall and take him with a single motion.

You tried to get him back in his senses scratching his shoulder blade "Anton-" every thrust of his hips would push the next word back into your throat, and talking between moans it took you a while to say, "I'm too heavy... Put me down", you cried when his pelvis instead of stopping moved harder against you, the clasp of skins echoing around you two and making you the drunk one now.

He denied, "it's okay, I can do it" he continued, you felt your tears dropping and falling over his skin, the intensity of your insides being demolished so easily by the young one left you under his mercy, taking it and hoping you wouldn't get addicted to a pleasure like that one so fast.

He stopped for a second, lifting you even more with his arms, making you bounce and accommodating you against the smooth surface of his wall, strong arms holding both your trembling legs and hard breathing next to your ear, you couldn't hear exactly what he whispered when his cock stayed inside and throbbed, your cries were louder than you expected when he started his pace again and you could only understand something along the lines so gorgeous, but you didn't know if you heard him right or not so you didn't answer, concentrating all your thoughts into holding yourself around his neck to not fall. His shaft punched exactly a spot that made your eyes flutter and you sobbed when he ruthlessly kept striking it, he only needed to hear your first moan to know what he had just found, "feels good?" He asked and kissed your neck. You cried an affirmation in response, a yes so broken he felt proud of himself for making you feel that good, not daring to stop his movements, with the only purpose of comforting you like he had been wishing for so long when the people in the office shoot daggers at you regardless of what you did. If you were good no one would praise you, if you praised others they would say you weren't honest, and he was sure that, if you ever did a mistake, everyone would condemn you, and every time that happened he just wanted to grab your hand and tell you I'm right here, doing whatever he could to help you think about something else while giving you all the praises he wished he could say out loud. "You deserve it, you deserve it all" his lips found yours and feeling your insides tightening around him he messily fucked you with everything he had, making you hop over his length while the back of your thighs slapped his skin. When you were cumming you bit his shoulder and he hissed of pain but continued with his motion and came with much pleasure inside you a couple of thrusts later, gladly letting you hurt him if you needed to, because for him you could do whatever you wanted with his body, and he would always forgive you, just like you forgave him moments ago, teaching him how even an inferior being like him could earn your mercy, so why would such a kind existence not deserve it back? He would praise you and adore you as much as you required, and he'd teach you how to accept him without doubt ever again.

#riize x plus size reader #riize smut #anton smut #riize x reader #anton x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

i think Gojo & chrollo are the hardest to score. Gojo is waaay too popular so he has so many option while chrollo is... not mentally well...to say the least lmao

🕵️‍♂️ i've appreciated the input from my fellow terrible men enjoyers. since the poll is almost at its conclusion, i'll go ahead and give my thoughts, ranked from 'ez +1 husband obtained' to 'requires enough effort that i'm disrespecting myself as a woman with how hard i'd have to try.'

chrollo - listen. hear me out on this. is he a criminal? yes. a murderer? yes to that as well. overall terrible person with very little capacity for genuine emotion? absolutely. however! i'm cute. he'd start off by regarding me the same way one does a penguin who keeps tripping over its feet in the zoo. mild endearment and amusement. next, i regale him with my witticisms. they might not all land but the tripping penguin aura will keep him around anyway, if not just to see what nonsense will happen next. then he can hear my major and go :) heh. the rest is history. wedding bells but in minor key to symbolize the impending doom.

scaramouche - the main hurdle to overcome here is the looming threat of disintegration. i'm a very happy-go-lucky person so he'd probably want to strike me with lightning just to ruin my day. the trick here is to catch him when he can't expose his harbinger identity. that'll buy me enough time to win him over, although, whether or not this is a good idea is up for debate. this fella has a lot of insecurities to work through. my extroversion would endanger the local population (and ecosystem).

gojo - i'd probably end up in a similar camp as utahime at first. i'm easily mortified by people who just say whatever comes to mind, i'd find his lack of tact grating. more pressing than that, however, is that since i'm a girl, my chances of surviving in the jjk universe plummet exponentially. i'd get killed off in an unsatisfying way right when my character development started getting interesting. on the 5% chance i survive, we'd have pretty good chemistry because we're both annoying and cannot shut up.

blade - i hate to admit it, but i'm not sure i could pull this one off. my 20 stat in CHA would ricochet off him because there's no way he'd stick around long enough to fall for my charms. if by some miracle i could have a few interactions with him, i'd have to pass the hardest skill check. there's a 99% chance he'd ghost me because he thinks i deserve better than an 800 year old cursed man who is trying his best to die. is he wrong? not really. should i pass the skill check though, it'd be cute. we're complete opposites. i'm always smiling, wearing bright colors (especially pink), have light hair... then there's him. constantly glaring and dressed for a funeral. adorable vibes ngl.

#am i delusional? it's hard to say. depends on the day of the week #answered #Anonymous

[hitomisuzuya]

Porn with very little plot. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Orgasm denial. Bondage. Sadistic Scara. Taunting. Mocking. Degradation. Pure filth written at 4am.

a/n: Happy 4th of July to those to celebrate here in the States with me. I love fireworks, but my poor, sweet Roma is scared of them. Please send my precious fur baby good vibes before you read this. I also have vampire Scara smut in the works.

All it was was a simple correction, nothing more. Scaramouche had confused some details of a past mission, and you'd corrected him.

In front of his entire squad.

Now, Scaramouche always had a volley of emotions when you corrected him. He wasn't used to anyone standing up to him, and most of people would've been met with his temperamental wrath.

It was different with you, however. As much as it angered him, it absolutely drove him insane with lust when you corrected or stood up to him. And it was in this feral fit of lust with your wrists bound tightly to the headboard that he came up with his punishment for you.

Denying you release six times. By the time he had ruined your fourth orgasm, ruthlessly sucking and licking your dripping cunt until your walls clenched tight around his tongue. Your body was quivering, begging for release.

Scaramouche relished the despair in your eyes, watching your pleasured, hopeful expression crumble with tears stinging your eyes. "Aww, look at what a pathetic slut you are. Did you really think I was going to just let you cum after you corrected me?"

"I'm sorry, Scara! I won't do it again! I'll be a good girl, I promise!" You pleaded, your wrists straining against your restraints, rubbing deep marks into your wrists.

You whimpered when you saw the dangerous glint in his indigo eyes. Your whole body seized up in pleasure when he unceremoniously plunged three fingers to the knuckle inside of you. You bucked your hips up, encouraging him to push his fingers in deeper.

He flicked you in the forehead, slamming his fingers inside of you. "Hm? I can't hear you. The only thing I hear is the pathetic mewling of a slut who needs to learn to her place."

Little by little, he built up your orgasm, cruelly denying you the release that you craved. You thrashed on the bed, only to have Scaramouche mock your moans and sobs. "Cry louder for me while I ruin another orgasm," He groaned in bliss against your cunt, latching his lips onto your throbbing clit.

"Please don't! Let me cum, please! Let me cum on your cock, on your tongue, anything! I promise I'll be good!" You pleaded. You were dizzy, reeling as he harshly sucked on your clit. Your walls clamped sensitive around nothing.

Scaramouche completely ignored your pleas, gleefully ruining your toe curling orgasm. He couldn't get enough of how your body coiled tight with need for him.

"Master, please! I'm begging y--" You cried out, hoping this time it would satisfy him.

He abruptly cut you off by pushing his cock inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with a harsh snap of his hips. "Let me put you out of your misery, cream around your Master's cock like the cum slut you are."

Every thrust left you breathless, your orgasm building and snapping with intensity all at once. You could barely form a coherent sentence, stringing out babbles of "Thank you," and his name as you squirted on his cock.

Scaramouche leaned his head down to nuzzle your cheek, slamming inside of you, his cock throbbing with his approaching orgasm. "You know your rightful place now," He moaned, his lips hovering over yours, "it's underneath me screaming."

Your lick of submission on his mouth never tasted sweeter.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #x reader

[marksmelodies]

james dean daydream

“you’ve got that james dean daydream look in your eyes”

—————————————————————————idol jeno x fem reader

genre: fluff/angst/slight smut

warnings: suggestive, slight smut, cursing, kissing, talks about insecurity

minors dni

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“ i’m so nervous” jeno looks up at you as you finish the final touches on his makeup.

“ don’t be baby you’ll do amazing” you say kissing his lips before you put product on them

“mm one more” he pulls your face down to his lips once again

“ after this theres no more kisses, i don’t want to ruin your makeup” you scold

jeno was invited to walk in new york fashion week on behalf of a very talented designer,you were also attending the show as his plus one

the staff pile into your shared hotel room as they prepare jeno for the show,getting yourself ready you finish your makeup and slip into a silk black dress that was designed by who’s show you were about to attend

“ i’m sure you know how to introduce yourself, if you need help with anything your girlfriend will be there to translate for you, make sure to take lots of pictures if you want to take pictures with somebody just let the staff know” one of the show coordinators tells jeno. you thank the coordinator as she leaves the room ,the staff start leaving the room as well, leaving you and jeno alone for a moment

“ hi i’m jeno lee from nct nice to meet you” he rehearses pacing around the room

you chuckle at him

“ jen you’re going to do amazing” you rub his arms

walking into the show hand in hand you stop for the photographers and paparazzi as jeno makes his way backstage you sit down in your seat waiting for the show to begin he finally makes his way down the walkway looking handsome as ever, your smile couldn’t get any wider you greet him backstage with a big hug telling him how proud you are and how great he did you follow jeno around as he converses with people as well as taking photos with them

“ i’m so proud of you baby you’re my favorite model” you say squeezing his hand

the after party is a completely different vibe, loud chatter spreads throughout the venue as music plays, everyone has a glass of champagne in their hands

“ you look so sexy i wanna take you to the bathroom” jeno smiles causing his eyes to make half moon shapes

“ you’re telling me, you’re the one with almost your entire shirt unbuttoned, it’s taking everything in me to keep my hands to myself” you walk over to the couch that’s in the corner of the room taking a seat on it while jeno does the same

“ there’s a lot of people here” you bounce your leg anxiously

jeno notices as he puts his hand on your knee

“ we can go if your overwhelmed baby”

“ no it’s okay jen i just wanna sit here for a bit”

jeno knew you didn’t do well with crowds, you got overstimulated easily, but the fact that you were willing to do this for him made his heart flutter

“ i’m going to get some water, you want anything?” you ask your boyfriend, he shakes his head no as you walk away heading towards the bar

“ oh my god y/n” you hear someone call to you

“ sabrina hi” you hug her

“ it’s been so long, i saw you at the show but you were a bit busy it looked like” she says laughing

“ yeah i’m here translating for my boyfriend who was in the show”

“ jeno right? i met him earlier he’s super sweet you two look amazing together” as you and her chit chat for little you say your goodbyes as you walk back towards the couch completely forgetting about the water you initially wanted from a distance you see a girl sitting in what was once your spot on the couch talking to jeno you recognized the her, she was also a korean singer, you never met her personally but you knew of her laughing as she playfully smacks your boyfriends arm, jeno is leaned as far back into the couch’s arm rest trying his best to keep a distance from her, you feel your stomach drop as you approach them

“ hey” you say standing behind jeno setting a hand on his shoulder he immediately stands up wrapping an arm around your waist as you slightly rub his back

“ this is my girlfriend y/n” jeno introduces you

“ oh my gosh hi it’s so nice to meet you” she says almost too excitedly

“ hi it’s nice to meet you too” you smile at her, you and jeno walk around mingling for the rest of the night, out of the corner of your eye you see the same girl staring at jeno from around the room ,you brush it off continuing your conversations

“ hey i’m going to go to the bathroom and then i think i’m ready to head out” you tell jeno as the night came to an end

“ sounds good baby i’ll wait outside the door for you”

as you wash your hands you hear the familiar voice that had been obnoxiously ringing in your ear coming from outside the bathroom

“ so you have a girlfriend like for real” she says

“ yep” jeno says slightly annoyed

“ that’s such a bummer, we would look so much better together” she laughs

“ if anything happens with you and her you know where to find me”

you don’t hear anything after that, assuming it’s safe to leave the bathroom,jenos head snaps up as he hears the door open

“ you ready to leave” he asks

“ yeah are you” you try your best not to start sobbing then and there

“ yeah let’s get out of here”

you’re a pretty sensitive person, you take things personally and end up other thinking situations. this was definitely one of them ,the car ride home was silent, you were too busy caught up in your own thoughts

“ am i not good enough for him”

“ is he better off with someone hotter than me” you thought to yourself while looking out the window

“ you alright?” jeno places his hand on your thigh snapping you out of your zone

“ oh um yeah, im just tired that’s all” you force a smile to your lips

walking into the hotel room you let him shower first as you lose yourself to your thoughts again,grabbing your phone you quickly search up her social media

“ god she’s really is beautiful” you whisper to yourself feeling all your confidence being stripped away from you. the sound of the door opening brings you back to reality,jeno walks out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist, his hair still soaking wet, you look at him for a moment,usually the sight of your half naked boyfriend would turn you on but not tonight, the sight of him made your heart break a little

“ he’s too good for me” you think as you squeeze past him to enter the bathroom

surprisingly you held your tears in throughout the whole shower not wanting to cause an alarm to jeno,changing into your sink shorts and silk button up shirt you brush your teeth and finish your skincare.you hadn’t said a word to jeno since you got to the room,not that you were upset with him, you knew if jeno could he would’ve told the girl to fuck off but he was in public and had an image to obtain

jeno joins you in bed shortly after you, he grabs your waist pulling you into him leaving kisses up and down your neck he starts to unbutton your shirt. you let him,he brings one of your boobs to his mouth as he plays with the other one leaving marks down your body until he reaches your shorts as he quickly takes them off

“ no underwear tonight huh? you dirty girl” he kisses your lips

“ you’re so beautiful my love” he lets his hands roam your body

you’ve never been so insecure than you are in this very moment,jeno spreads your legs as he looks at you before pushing into your hole

“ fuck” he groans before moving faster, eventually ramming his cock into you, you don’t know what happened, maybe it’s because you bottled up your tears the whole night but as he was fucking himself into you you break,you begin sobbing your eyes out has your body shakes from having trouble breathing due to how hard your crying

jeno immediately pulls out,extremely confused he sits you up as he settles in front of you

“ babe did i hurt you” he asks worried,you shake your head as sobs leave your mouth again, jeno scoops you up into his arms wrapping them around you as your head cries into the crook of his neck

“ sweetheart what’s wrong” jeno rubs your back,trying your best to calm down you begin to take heavy breaths

“ i overheard the conversation when i was in the bathroom” jeno know immediately what you are talking about

“ i’m not good enough for you and everyone knows it” you cry

“ nu uh, stop it, look at me right now” he holds your head in his palms

“ you are everything i ever dreamed of and more, you are absolutely enough for me” he says sternly

“ you want to know what i as thinking about the whole night tonight?” he asks, you nod sniffling

“ i thought wow i cant wait to marry her” he looks into you eyes “ the way you looked so hot in your dress, the way you did nothing but support me tonight and every night, the way you hate crowds but still came with me to help make sure i understood everything, there is no one in this world that is more caring… and more sexy than you are”

“really” you looked up to him as the tears left your eyes

“ yes really” he answered as you leaned into his lips giving him a passionate kiss,he instantly kissed you back letting his hands roam your naked body once again

“ will you let me finish showing you how much i love you” he whispers laying you back down

“ yes jeno i need you” you whine

“ god i love you so much y/n, never forget it”

“ i love you too jen”

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#nct dream #nct dream fanfic #nct dream imagines #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct #nct scenarios #nct dream smut #nct jeno #lee jeno #jeno smut #jeno x reader #jeno fluff #jeno x y/n #jeno imagines #jeno x you

[seakicker]

M-maybe pierro with fertility goddess...? Pls hear me out! Since he's from khaen'riah he propably didn't believe in gods too, but after the cataclysm that left his country a ruin and killed his people, pierro found himself to be completely alone for centuries with no one to turn to

He was already old and he felt that the weariness of endless travel was getting the best of him, he wasn't the young warrior anymore that could endure everything that was thrown at him, he knew that if he continued on like this he'd die an honorless death by the hands of cold, some beast or even a bandit

And so he continued onwards until finally strength left him and he collapsed under a strangely green tree, almost heavy with its fruit but he was too weak already to even reach out to it before finally accepting his embarrassing fate

Except that when he woke up there wasn't the endless darkness he expected, there wasn't cries and flames of the abyss, no, there he was laying on something soft and warm, somethijg that was caressing his beard and sickly pale face as he groggily took everything in; he saw a bountiful lush green garden, filled with exotic greenery and animals, the soft glow of multiple candles and floating orbs of light giving the place an eternal glow in the starry night, and pierro finally looked up to see you, the most beautiful girl he ever saw and he quickly realised that the warm soft thing he was laying in was your fluffy warm lap and you were caressing his face with a soft smile on your full lips

Pierro swore that he died and this is afterlife he most certainly didn't deserve but your lovely voice assured him that no, he didn't die but when you found him under one of your shrines, the tree, he was close to it so you, as the goddess of fertility and life took the dying man in and nursed him back to health

I'm sorry for this monster but just the thought of a most revered and loved fertility goddess reader taking in cold, stoic old man pierro and saving him from death and the jester himself warming up to you and your kindness and eventually deciding that if he really was to spend eternity as an immortal there was no better place than with you, the most beautiful softest being, and even he couldn't help but desire you, eventually desperately wanting to father your babies and be the best husband/protector of his new family💕💔

I’M HEARING YOU LOUD AND CLEAR I ADOREEEE THIS OMFG don't apologize for the length of ur asks, i loooove long asks i analyze them like a school textbook fr. oh this is so good...

fem reader, reader is described as busty, curvy, and chubby, breeding, pregnancy, and lactation below! let me know if i missed a warning.

word count: 2.2K

i like to imagine fertility archon as the spitting image of so many things— aside from the obvious, of course. i feel like she just has this certain air about her that encourages comfort and absolves you of all your worries and anxieties, y'know? being around her is like sitting in front of a fireplace or wrapping a blanket around yourself; it's instant comfort and safety and it just feels like... home. you all know the phrase "they feel like home"— that's the kind of vibe i want for fertility archon reader. she just feels like home.

nobody can attest to that fact more than a man who has, quite literally, lost his home— sure, you could make the claim that a man who has no home would consider just about anything a suitable replacement, but it's not like that. it's not about clinging to a semblance of safety and security after wandering aimlessly for so long, it's not about the ol' "taking what you can get" nor is it about beggars not being able to be choosers, and it's not about desperation. amidst all his exhaustion, dehydration, starvation, and delirium, there's one thought that stands out clear as day in pierro's mind— that you're home.

that's what he felt the moment he first looked up at you from your lap, and it's what he's felt ever since. to be met with the sight of a sweet, almost... angelic (which is very high praise coming from someone from khaenri'ah, mind you) being looking down at him rather than the sight of destruction, ruin, and war came as a great relief for pierro. better yet, it's like all the pain he previously felt in his weary body has completely vanished... his joints were no longer stiff, his back no longer aching, and his head no longer pounding upon waking up again after passing out. fascinating... did you perhaps administer some first aid while he was out?

no, that doesn't seem right— there'd certainly be a bitter, medicinal taste in his mouth if that were the case, and not just from dehydration following his aimless travels and days spent with very little water available to quench his thirst. nor does he feel the stiffness of any splints supporting his weary joints— it's like he suddenly magically recovered despite being so miserable before.

well. this certainly beats being killed and looted by some common treasure hoarder taking advantage of his weary, sickly state.

most soothing and reassuring of all, however, is not the feeling of a body freed from injury and sickness, it's the hand gently caressing his face paired with the gentle humming filling his ears. a sweet lullaby, he'd imagine— though it's not one he's ever heard before, the sudden sleepiness it stirs in him (yes, despite the fact that he just woke up again) inclines him to believe it's meant to calm racing thoughts and soothe weary bodies.

"it's okay," a voice gently interrupts that humming from before. "get some more rest; i'll still be here when you wake up."

without so much as a "who are you?" mumbled from pierro, he falls asleep once more, your soft, thick thighs serving as his pillow while your deft fingers gently untangle the knots in his long, gray hair and brush softly against his cheeks. he almost seemed to be running a fever when you first found him collapsed under a tree... heatstroke, perhaps? infection? all it took was a gentle wave of your hand to free him from any and all potential diseases— such an act is child's play for the archon of fertility, prosperity, and new life. you took it upon yourself to carefully, carefully slip sips of water past his dry lips as he looked up at you deliriously, clearly on the verge of passing right out... it's a good thing your lap was there to serve as a pillow and your body as a support, otherwise he would have fallen backwards into the trunk of the tree behind him.

his broad, strong build made you hesitant to pity him as one would pity a wounded animal—clearly this man was a seasoned warrior and a veteran fighter, he doesn't need your pity even if he has seem to fallen on hard times— but even then... you couldn't stop your heart from twisting at the way he immediately melted into your lap and surrendered himself to your care. how horrible... how long has he been alone, you wondered? how long without anyone to provide him with care and love? you're thankful you found him before it proved to be too late for this mysterious man.

when pierro comes to (again), he feels even better than the first time he had awoken on your lap. as promised, you didn't move an inch, waiting for him to wake up while you continued to hum to him in his sleep and gently caress his face.

"good morning," you whisper sweetly, giggling slightly. "how do you feel?"

speech comes surprisingly easy— he would have thought that his throat would be too hoarse to speak properly, but he has no issues. "i feel well," pierro replies, glancing up at his mysterious... protector? doctor? caretaker? "and you are...?"

when you tell him your name, he's instantly reminded of all the tales he's heard of teyvat's many archons— and what a relief it would be to anyone to get discovered by the archon of fertility and not any of the rest of them... the majority of them aren't exactly known for being kind, graceful people, but you? the stories putting you as the protagonist depict you as nothing but generous, loving, and doting, providing bountiful harvests for your people, ensuring the health of families and their newborns, and staving off plague and famine with your own divine protection.

hm. it seems khaenri'ah was wrong about gods... or maybe you're the exception that proves the rule; the reason your kindness stands out so fiercely is simply because the rest of the archons just aren't kind themselves.

"—and i'll take care of you until i feel confident that you've recovered fully," you finish your introduction, smiling at him and offering him a piece of fruit from the tree above— the very same fruit he was too weak to reach up and grab at when he first stumbled upon the tree. it was so delicious and rich that it nearly caught him off guard... is this the power of the fertility archon?

days became weeks and weeks became months. sure, you believed he was well enough to venture out on his own again ages ago, but he didn't seem too concerned with leaving— where would he even go? look at where wandering around aimlessly for years on end got him last time... he would have died were it not for you, and now he's in your debt. helping out around the fields and keeping you company was the least he could do... and, if he's being honest with himself (a rarity indeed), he's come to enjoy your company. you tell fascinating stories and sing beautiful tunes he's never heard before, you prepare the most delicious food anyone alive has ever laid a lip to, and you've done so much for him out of the goodness of your heart... what a welcome change from the centuries of isolation and pain.

one thing you've noticed about pierro is that he doesn't seem to be much of a talker. you're not the type to pry into one's past or private life to begin with, but when he stiffens and presses his lips into a thin line whenever you try to ask about how he found himself collapsed and nearly on the verge of death beneath one of your trees, you drop the conversation there. it's better to mind your own business than attempt to tear up the floorboards hiding someone else's pain. all that matters is that he's safe now... and he won't have to experience that overwhelming loneliness again.

however, it seems he's stumbled upon a new conflict. no, this isn't necessarily related to the aforementioned loneliness, but perhaps that's just the point— this new conflict comes as damage control to ensure that he'll never experience that again. somewhere along the line, pierro began to view you a little less as a savior and a little more as... a woman. he knows you're an archon, truly, but to finally be in the company of someone else after so long, and someone as loving and kind as you... well. no man alive would be able to resist developing feelings. the way you sing to yourself as you stir a pot of soup cooking over a fire, the way you bring him a bowl while smiling and encouraging him to enjoy as much as he'd like, the way your hips swish so invitingly as you walk, and the memory of the way you helped him wash up when you first rescued him, too worried about his safety to leave him alone by a body of water... it's no wonder he began to desire you.

how fitting is it, then, that he first makes a move on you one day while you two are taking a walk by the very tree you first found him by? that was decades ago now; time passes so quickly for immortals... what feels like a single year the immortal is surely a century in mortal's time. the intensity of his gaze nearly made you shrink back into yourself, something no other partner you were with prior to pierro has been able to achieve. wordlessly, pierro cornered you back against the tree with a serious, sincere expression on his face— making an archon his lover? how ambitious. well, it's not like he'd be willing to let anyone else have you; in a world as vile and cruel as this one— and he's witnesses his fair share of evil and cruelty— anyone else may just take your kindness for granted. what if you saved a wandering bandit instead and he attempted to hurt you? sure, he wouldn't actually stand a chance against a literal archon, but it's about the principle of someone failing to appreciate your kindness.

and who better to appreciate it than a man who you gave everything to when he had nothing?

you instantly melt against pierro when he steals your lips in a searing kiss, gently-but-firmly pinning your wrists above your head with one of his large hands. your voice sounds just as sweet as a breathless moan of his name than it does while you're singing to him or humming a little tune to yourself— you pant and moan against his lips so invitingly it makes him wish he took you for himself sooner so he could have been hearing those sounds all this time. when he moves to lick hot lines down your neck, you gasp and press yourself harder against him— it's been a long, long time since you've had a lover; you haven't been with anyone since meeting pierro... maybe it's because you found it hard to find the time for external relationships between all the time you spent with pierro, showing him how to tend to the fields and how to prepare food, maybe it's because you didn't need anyone else, maybe it's because you knew deep down he was the perfect lover all along.

who's to say?

his hand loses its grip on your wrists as his mouth continues to travel southwards, his fingers instead finding a use by tugging the front of your dress down to expose your soft, full tits— ripe and luscious like the very fruit hanging just overhead, they fill his palms and then some just perfectly as he nips along your collarbone. even your skin tastes sweet like fresh fruit...

speaking of taste, absolutely nothing could have prepared pierro for the taste that filled his mouth once he closed his lips around one of your nipples. milk, it's milk— and it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. he would never say this out of concern of upsetting you, but your milk is even tastier than your cooking... which is absolutely saying a lot. you whimper and moan as he continues to drink and drink and drink from your ample breasts, periodically switching between the two to show both nipples equal amount of attention. he's not even sure why he's so surprised that you lactate— you're the archon of fertility, isn't such a thing to be expected?

the only thing that would further your image as the most beautiful and perfect depiction of fertility in all of teyvat would be the sight of you pregnant, belly round and swollen with a child while your ample, milky breasts rest on your tummy like a shelf. luckily for him, that's exactly what pierro's new plan is... to put his baby in you and finally, finally have a family of his own again. you already gave him a home, so the next logical step is to provide him a few children to help fill up the spare bedrooms, right?

you've already taken such good care of him. allow him to return the favor by taking care of you and the family you two created together.

#this ask is so overdue i sincerely apologize #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #fatui smut #fatui x reader #pierro x reader #pierro smut #fem reader #fertility archon reader #juju bakery #pierro x you #pierro x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines

[deathc-re]

you both knew your roles; he was a sex toy and you were emotion escape. you both knew each others issues; he couldn't get over some girl and you were a sex addict.

the story of your fateful meeting wasn't a too surprising one. you were out, looking for a new toy because your last one wanted something more, something deeper, which you didn't do. at some random stupid party you saw him, he stood in the corner, a beautiful wall flower ready to pluck.

after some small talk, a couple bats of your lashes and shamelessly pushing your breasts in his direction he ended up in your bed. the sex was great considering how mediocre everything else is so you fully sunk your claws into him.

now, 3 weeks later, he's here in your flat again, pushing you up against the wall and devoting himself to leaving deep and visible marks on your neck.

you threw a leg onto his hip and he gripped it roughly to keep it there. he thrust into your core and you gasped, tangling your fingers into his hair. you pulled his head back to look at his face and was about to whisper something (incredibly) vulgar when he suddenly started welling with tears. you were taken aback and the vibe completely shifted.

"are you ok??" you asked, pushing him back a bit more to examine his face in the low lighting. he fully broke away from you and rushed to put his shoes on, roughly wiping away the tears.

"megumi! whats wrong? did i do something?" you followed after him, praying this wasn't the end of your little escapade.

"i'm sorry to ruin the mood i just-- i just can't."

"what do you mean, love? i can clearly see that you can." you tried to joke, motioning with your eyes to his still visible hard on.

he flushed and patted his pockets to make sure he had everything, "i mean i can't with you. not anymore. this isn't-- can't be how i heal."

you suppressed an eye roll and lost all concern, stopping in your motion to the door and crossed your arms over your chest. he looked at you expectantly, waiting, hoping for your words of understanding.

"ok megumi," you said, completely cool and disappointingly unbothered "if that's what you want then sure."

he nodded slowly and turned to the door.

"but!" you called "if you have any friends you can send my way please do! i'm tired of going to those fucking parties only to get a weak fuck."

he folded his lips into a tight line and looked at you blankly "sure, whatever. just-"

that's when a person actually came to mind. he hated the idea of setting his friend up for something like this but he knew this is exactly the type of thing they'd enjoy.

"i...have a person in mind, i'll text your number to em. that being said, please block me."

"oh you don't have to tell me twice honey! get home safe yea?" you walked towards the door, opening it and motioning for him to leave. he simply nodded and disappeared down the hall.

closing and locking the door you groaned loudly and stomped towards your bedroom (downstairs neighbors be damned). practically throwing your drawer open, you rummaged around and pulled out a clear complicated looking device.

"guess its you and me again old friend." you sighed

no idea where this little thing came from but lmk if yall want more outta this!

#[moon's mind] #megumi smut #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #megumi x reader #x reader #reader insert #x reader smut #afab reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #possible fic idea? #megumi x you #jujutsu megumi #megumi fushiguro x reader #oneshot #jjk megumi fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagine

[lvrcpid]

sleepover! - modern!au (requested)

part 2 of move along mariah! (read to understand)

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•you guys stay up ALL NIGHT

•literally you guys don’t go to sleep until like 6 am

•lo’ak made tuk go with yalls parents cause she was “killing the vibe”

•she’s probably still in her snitch era

•since ao’nung got to hog you during karaoke, neteyam definitely makes sure he’s sleeping RIGHT NEXT TO YOU

•since you have an xbox, the boys are playing cod for a little while you, kiri and tsireya are doing prank calls

•roxto couldn’t come cause he was out of town for a family thing

•definitely called you cussing you out cause even if he wasn’t there why didn’t you invite him

•your parents probably knocked out sleep in the rooms because being a parent is SOOOO HARDDDDD

•lo’ak trying to jump neteyam was the highlight of the night

•HE GOT BODY SLAMMED

•granted we are in 2023 , they are definitely tryna roast eachother like it’s 2016 all over again

•they don’t care who you are

•if you grin, you’re in

•roasting eachother for a solid 25 minutes

•kiri is on the floor dying

•tsireya has tears in her eyes and clutching her stomach

•late night mcdonald’s trip!!

•lo’ak orders the whole menu

•neteyam pays cause he forgot his wallet at home

•you bought tuk something cause you felt bad for kicking her out

•eating yalls food at the park

•trying to film asmr with neteyam

•“y’all weird asses” - ao’nung

•HE RUINED THE VIDEO

•kiri doing damn parkour off the slide

•talking about what y’all wanna do after graduation (foreshadowing me thinks 🤭)

•lo’ak being sad cause he’s gonna miss you

•“please shut up you’re gonna miss my rides-“ “HELLO????”

•going back home

•you completely forgot you guys had a ring door bell

•you walk up to it and smile

•“hey dad…we only went and got food swearsies!”

•he didn’t care tbh as long as you came back

•you brought him a milkshake back so ALLS WELL

•you guys playing the michael jackson experience

•NETEYAM EATING THE GIRLS UP IN GHOST

•megan knees!!!

•lo’ak attempted the smooth criminal lean

•let’s just say there’s a big ass blood stain on your floor

•tsireya probably knocked out at like 2 am, home girl can’t hang

•kiri is probably patching up lo’ak while y’all are doing dance battles

•ao’nung please stop krumping you are not 2005 chris brown

•doing the boys hair because they wanted you to

•mainly cause they wanted you close to them

•NGL BOTH OF THEM ARE PROBABLY CONTEMPLATING CONFESSING TO YOU

•you like both of them and you don’t give a FUCK

•by the time 6 am rolls around y’all are all sprawled on the floor

•this is how i see it

•neteyam is laying on your stomach, ao’nung is close by, lo’ak has his hand over your face, tsireya is on the couch, kiri is in the corner

•this makes for a very confused set of parents when they all wake up

#avatar #avatar x reader #awotw #jake sully x reader #neteyam x reader #kiri x reader #sully family x reader #loak x reader #neytiri x reader #tuk avatar #jake sully #aonung x reader #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #miles quaritch #modern!avatar

[dotster001]

Okay, I binged "My next life as a villainess" and I gotta defend my girl Catarina

Incoming spoilers for seasons one and two

So Crunchyroll has a comments system, at least on mobile. There were so many comments complaining about Catarina, saying she's so dense and so dumb, and some were like, her being the heroine ruins the show.

And I just want to say....people like her exist! That's literally me! Not even joking, most of her reactions to her romantic prospects are the same exact ones I would make!

Like, some of us aren't good at societal cues. If you want me to know you're in love with me, you have to verbally say, "I'm in love with you, romantically."

Some of us have short term memory. Geordo, as much as I don't trust him, he had the right idea, reminding Caterina a lot about his feelings, giving her romantic gifts, verbally telling her he loved her, not as a friend. I had a lot of respect for that.

Caterina feels very aro-ace coded, which is not to say she's always aro, but sometimes being aro means some days you're aromantic, some days you're not, and sometimes you like a good romance novel, but in real life you can't comprehend how it works.

And an aro ace who was kissed once (looking at you Keith) and then the person who kissed them never brings it up again, never talks about it, goes completely back to normal in terms of interraction, someone with a short memory/attention span, who only knows romance from a literature perspective, who obviously doesn't understand romance from a real life perspective, is gonna assume that it was a) a joke b) a mistake/accident c) the person who kissed them regrets it d) all of the above, or something else.

There's also the level of trauma and stuff that Catarina has gone through, so she may just not have the state of mind to be like, "ah, the guy who engaged himself to me out of guilt, when I was eight, isn't cancelling the engagement because he genuinely loves me." No! Your main focus is survival!

Anyways, people being mean to a heroine who I found myself intimately relating to in a way I haven't before was kind of a bummer, and I felt like someone should stand up for her. Also, I learned I need someone like Geordo, who when I slip into the aro space will remind me how he feels/how I feel. So that was kind of nice 😁

I also highly recommend it, it was super cute, and the characters all had that "chaos reigns" vibe that the twst boys have. Might end up writing for it, cause I'm having a hard time finding fics for it.

#my next life as a villainess #just some thoughts

[kurogane2512]

It's Signora thirsting hours once again sigh...

NSFW AHEAD

Signora with a dick btw cause yes she deserves it

I noticed I usually make Signora to be on the receiving end whenever I write reader with a dick or strap. In my defense, it's majorly cause I really want to love and pleasure her so it kind of comes naturally to me, and she just fits the dominating bottom persona so well like she's fully in control of how you use the dick on her cause she knows what she wants.

But ngh I won't deny I want to be dicked down by her so bad, especially when she's in her Crimson Witch form 😩😮‍💨

When she comes back from her long missions, she loves watching you suck her off and relief herself from all the stress and exhaustion. She's definitely the type to edge you first just to overstimulate you later, she loves doing both. Gonna make you cockwarm her while she works on documents, she expects complete obedience at this time as she needs to focus on work. But oh boy, the muffled whines and whimpers leaving your mouth are so distracting

She's got both mommy and mistress vibes imo. She's more caring as a mommy, surprisingly. It's the moments when she rewards you, calling you a good girl and letting you cum. And she's a cruel mistress for sure, but she knows you love it so much. This is when she punishes you for misbehavior (which you did intentionally just to rile her up). She'll tie you up and pound into you with her dick so hard that tears of pleasure stream down your face, she's gonna fill you up so well with her seed.

Then her Crimson Witch form.... Good lord I'm on my knees everytime I think of it. She doesn't even need a dick here, her fingers are more than enough. Just plunge 2 of them inside and you are already seeing stars, not to mention how hot her skin is in this form and it increases the pleasure tenfold 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I need her to ruin me so bad then give me the best aftercare cause I know she will 🥹😋

#genshin impact #genshin women #kuro's thoughts #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #la signora #signora x reader #la signora x reader

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Triad Part 10 — Reunion Part

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: This POV switching is either incredibly hot or completely unhinged, you be the judge. I’ve decided (discovered) that Az has a bit of a daddy kink and loves to be called baby. Please enjoy, ig?

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Warnings: Forgive me father, for I have sinned. A lot. Smut, anal sex, crossdressing (just a little bit, as a treat, but you might want to skip it if you’re sensitive to this sort of material), long distance sex, unprotected sex (they’re faeries. i think they take a potion for that or something), edging, slight daddy kink and dom/sub vibes

It’s not all sunshine and rainbows and happily ever afters, but you learn how to supplement each other’s magic through the bond and the boys learn to separate Az and Cas from Azriel and Cassian. Out on a mission? That’s Azriel and Cassian. But at home, or in the safety of a private, warded tent? Az and Cas start to spill their softness onto each other. 

Trust and vulnerability are built in the bedroom first. It’s the easiest (and most fun) way to let your guards down, to let each other in. 

Slowly but surely, that comfort starts to seep out into everyday life. It’s subtle, at first. Reassuring hand squeezes, soft smiles, quick pecks on cheeks, foreheads, lips; seeing your mates open up to each other makes the bond (and your heart) swell with love. 

The first time Az calls Cas baby outside of the bedroom, you practically disintegrate. 

Somewhere along the line, the edges blur a little bit. Cas will pull Az into his lap when they’re in Rhys’s office debriefing after a mission, needing to feel the beat of his mate’s heartbeat against his hand as proof that he’s still alive, or Az will send the cool, calming presence of his shadows to give Cas extra strength on the battlefield. 

And tucked away in the relative privacy of a safe house, well…

“Cassian,” Az’s low growl slips through the crack beneath the door into the bathroom where Cas stands in front of the sink brushing his teeth. He pushes the door open and, toothbrush dangling out of one corner of his mouth, pokes his head out. 

His face twitches with amusement at the sight of his mate’s narrowed eyes and furrowed brow; the dark brown sweater that usually pulls taught across Az’s chest sags, hanging loose in the shoulders. Cas’s face disappears for a second so he can spit his mouthful of toothpaste into the sink and then he stalks into the bedroom, crossing the distance between him and Az in long, lazy steps. 

“You ruined my favorite sweater,” Az grumbles, swatting at the arms trying to snake their way around his waist. 

“Sorry, baby, I couldn’t help it,” Cas responds, sending a flash of burning red magic towards his mate, tugging him back into Cas’s chest. “I missed you, and it just smelled so good…” Cas buries his face in Az’s hair, breathing that scent in. 

“We’re supposed to be packing, you know,” Az murmurs, letting his body sink against the broad chest behind him. He’s in no hurry to leave, though he probably should be. 

Cas trails his lips up until they’re hovering above Az’s ear.

“I know, I know. I’m worried about Y/N, too.” Cas pauses to clear his thickening throat. “I’ll finish packing—why don’t you take her down to the cafe for coffee and bring us back breakfast?” He ducks down to suck on Az’s earlobe, relishing in the way the supple flesh gives way to his teeth. 

“You sure?” 

“Yeah—go spend some time with our girl, make sure she feels special before we leave.”

While Cas finishes packing, Az takes you on a short walk to the nearest cafe, stopping at a flower cart to buy you a bouquet of beautiful red roses accented by baby’s breath and the most gorgeous, deep blue thistles. 

When you return, Cas is seated at the kitchen table, the bags all packed and set next to the front door. The sight of them makes your stomach tighten and your mates feel a flutter of sadness tickling the bond. 

Az starts setting out the food and you climb into Cas’s lap, straddling him with your flowers still cradled in your arm. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you steady, and you bury your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Aw, did Azzie buy you some pretty flowers, baby?” he asks, running a hand up your back to thread his fingers in your hair. 

“Yeah,” you mumble. “They’re red and blue to remind me of you while you’re gone.”

—

The first morning of their mission, Az wakes up to the sound of Cassian’s grunting and heavy breathing outside the little cabin they’re staying in. He peeks out the window to see his mate running through his morning training exercises and lets a smile take over his face at the familiar sight of tanned muscles straining under pressure. 

Unfortunately, Az has to get going. He can’t linger, so he trudges over to his bag and digs out some clothes. Black pants, loose-fitting white tunic, a slim-fitting Illyrian leather vest, socks and… underwear. He can’t find any underwear. Just as he’s about to stomp outside and chew out Cas for forgetting to pack such an essential article of clothing, he remembers the pocket sewn onto the front of the bag. Unzipping it reveals a brightly-colored mess of silky, lacy underthings. Your underthings. 

Frustration gives way to amusement as Az’s lips curl up into a smirk. He’s a man of opportunity, so he takes the challenge presented to him. Two can play at this game. He pulls out the pair he knows Cassian loves the most and layers his clothes over them, heading outside to drop a kiss on Cas’s lips before he leaves for the day. 

—

It’s late. Too late, Cassian thinks as he twirls the glass in his hand, the deep red Fae wine swirling against the inside. Taking a long sip, he lets the alcohol sink in, dulling his worries so you and Az don’t feel them through the bond. 

He drains the liquid and gets up for a refill, settling himself back into the armchair in front of the roaring fireplace. When his cup is nearly empty again, the old, wooden door creaks open and cool shadows stream in, brushing against Cas’s skin. 

Azriel toes off his boots, leaving them on the mat next to the door, and grabs the half-empty bottle of wine off the kitchen counter before crossing the room to stand in front of Cas’s chair. 

Cas eyes the bottle and tugs on Az’s free hand, pulling him closer. 

“Rough day?” he asks, burying his face in Az’s chest. 

“You could say that,” Az says, scowling a bit as he takes a swig straight from the mouth of the bottle. 

Cas hums, knowing that if Az wants to talk about it, they’ll get there eventually. For now, he’s content to settle Az in his lap, letting the Shadowsinger use him as a chair. Az leans back, wings settling against Cas’s broad chest. His head fits perfectly perched atop Cas’s shoulder. The General’s hair is falling out of its messy topknot and Az twists the stray locks in his fingers as Cas works loosening the ties that lace up the back of Az’s vest until he can slip his hands under the soft tunic beneath the leather. Az’s lips tighten to prevent the smile from breaking on his face as Cas explores the expanse of skin now available to him. 

The Lord of Bloodshed takes his time, trailing his fingertips lightly up and around the base of Az’s wings. Slowly, he moves further down, halting when he feels a rough patch situated just below the dips on Az’s lower back. 

Cassian doesn’t attempt to hide his shit-eating grin. Instead, he lets it split him open and tucks his chin over one of Az’s shoulders, pushing the tunic up higher so he can get a good look at the panties peeking out from the tops of Az’s trousers. Red silk, trimmed with matching lace—Cas’s favorites. 

“Did you like the surprise I packed for you, baby?” Cas asks, nudging Az up with one thigh so he can slip those pants down. Az complies readily, malleable under Cas’s touch, and it melts the General’s heart. He was worried that Az would be upset or embarrassed; the few other times they’ve been alone together have been rougher. Growling and fighting for dominance as their bullheaded Illyrian genes kicked in. 

Not this time, though. This time, Az nods against Cas’s shoulder as the other male cups his hands beneath Az. The panties are cheekier on you, the soft flesh of your ass spills out the sides in such a beautiful way, but they hug Az’s pert, muscular cheeks perfectly, too. 

Hey, princess, I have something to show you. Are you alone? Cas asks, opening up the bond to reach out to the third member of their Triad. 

You’re back home, soaking in the tub after a grueling day of work. The clinic has been overloaded with refugees from Under the Mountain, mostly women and children, mostly victims of the tensions rising within the Court of Nightmares. That’s why you aren’t with your mates—Rhys couldn’t justify pulling you away from Madja to tag along on a routine, three-day reconnaissance mission. 

You shift in the tub, lifting your hips and running a hand down your stomach, sending the image through to your mates. Excitement flares up between the three of you, and your effort is rewarded with a peek through Cassian’s eyes. The sight of Azriel on display in a pair of your panties sends heat to your core and you squirm, tucking your fingers down to graze against your clit. 

Enjoying the view? Cas asks, chucking to himself as he feels your arousal pulsating down the bond. You answer with another image, this time one of your finger circling your hole, distorted by the water. 

Az feels his skin heating up and turns slightly to bury his face in Cas’s hair. 

“Aw, baby,” Cas coos, clutching Az closer. “Feeling shy?” 

“No,” Az grumbles. “‘M just tired.” It’s true; Cas can feel Az’s weight pressing down on him as the Shadowsinger lets all the tension release from his body. 

“That’s okay. I’ll take care of you, Azzie. You just gotta sit there and look pretty while we put on a show for our girl. Think you can do that for me?” 

Cas bumps his nose against Az’s, then presses their lips together when the other male nods his assent. While Az is distracted, Cas tugs his vest all the way off and unbuttons his tunic, letting both fall to the floor. Then he helps Az clamber off his lap, swallowing his mate’s disgruntled huff as he maneuvers them both into a standing position so he can push Az’s pants all the way down. He has to pull away to shed his own clothes, which he does in record time, and then he settles back into the chair. 

He takes a moment to appreciate the view in front of him; Az’s cock bulges, straining the thin fabric encasing it. Cas hooks his fingers into the lacy waistband, rubbing his thumb over the small bow that rests just above the wet spot where Az’s tip rests trapped against his stomach. 

Through the bond, you can see everything, and the sight of Az tucked into a pair of your panties has you dipping two fingers into the wet heat of pussy.   

Cas moves his thumb lower, pressing against the wet spot and coaxing a needy whine from Az. 

“C’mere, baby,” Cas murmurs, “sit on my lap again.” Azriel obeys, turning around and lowering his ass until it rests against Cas’s bare cock. Reaching one hand down, Cas adjusts himself so his cock is pressed between the Shadowsinger’s thighs. He grabs Az’s waist and guides him into rocking back and forth, feeling the soft silk rubbing against his own rock-hard length. “That’s it, good boy, already so wet for me, aren’t you?” 

Az whimpers, grinding down in search of more friction, and your walls tighten around your fingers. 

Cas lets one of his hands drop down to palm Az’s clothed cock, feeling the fabric dampen even more beneath his touch. With the other, he slips beneath the silk to trace one finger around Az’s rim, slowly coaxing him open. 

By this point Az is oozing precum, so it’s easy for Cassian to slide forward and collect some with his fingers, using it to help ease first one, then two, then three inside. Az squirms in Cas’s lap as his body opens up to accommodate the intrusion. 

What do you think, sweetheart? Cas asks you through the bond. You think he’s ready for me?

Yes, you say, mental voice just as breathy as it would be if you were speaking out loud. Yes, he’s ready. 

Cas senses your impending orgasm and waits, curling his fingers inside Az to make him whine. 

Wait, love, he coos at you. Your hand stills, obeying his orders even from halfway across Prythian, but you can’t stop your thighs from quivering with the force of holding back the waves of pleasure building up inside you. 

He knows what he’s doing and relishes in the satisfaction of being able to pull you back from the edge with just two words. Making sure the link is wide open so you can see it all, he uses two fingers to pull the panties aside and spread Az open. 

Why don’t you go get one of your toys, princess, Cas tells you as he sinks his cock into your shared mate. Chest heaving, you push yourself up and clamber out of the tub on shaky legs. You swipe a towel off the rack on your way back into the bedroom and toss it down before you collapse into the plush mattress. Reaching over to the nightstand, you dig around in the drawer until your hand wraps around the smooth, flesh-like material. 

You give Cas a glimpse through your eyes at the dildo as you slide it between your aching lips. 

Good girl, he tells you, grunting as he picks up his pace, snapping his hips to fuck up into Az in deep, punishing strokes. Back in Velaris, you increase the speed of your hand, trying to match his. 

Cas’s magic is soaring, bubbling up within him as he absorbs the raw, desperate need flowing into him from his mates. He tightens his grip on Az’s hips with one hand, nails biting into the Shadowsinger’s flesh just above the hem of his panties. The other slips around front to slide down Az’s abs and settles with a flat palm pressing against the soaking silk-covered bulge. 

“Fuck, you’re both so wet for me, aren’t you?” He moans, squeezing Az’s length. Az bucks up, grinding against Cas’s touch in sloppy, desperate circles. 

“Please, Cas, I need to—“ Az whines, moving one foot up to the edge of the chair to use as leverage, to get into the exact right position where he can feel Cas pressing against his prostate and Cas pressing against his cock, the delicious friction of damp fabric against sensitive skin… 

Please, Cassie, you echo, shoving the dildo up until it bottoms out, your thumb pressing against your clit in just the right way… 

Cas is close to bursting, but he pushes through the desire tugging all of the blood away from his head and into his cock. He pushes through the red hot flames circling his groin from the inside out enough to snarl, “Cum for me,” offering sweet release to his mates. The loves of his life. 

He watches through your eyes as your pussy flutters around the dark pink toy, can feel wet heat filling the fabric beneath his hand as Az releases into those Cauldron-damned panties.

The General bows his head to his mates, hair cascading over one shoulder as he pulls Az flush to his chest. The Shadowsinger sighs; and it’s the sweetest goddamn thing Cas has ever heard. 

He explodes. The force of his magic pulsing down the bond sends aftershocks straight to your core and you whimper, slowing but not stopping your thrusts. 

Azriel sinks back against Cassian, boneless and spent, content to wait in the tight embrace of his mate until Cas’s thrusts slow to a stop. 

It takes a while for Cas to come back after that. He just clings to Az, rests his head, chin hooked over one lean shoulder. You lay in bed, toy slipping out of your slickened hole, and muster enough energy to send a bit of shimmering, deep purple magic his way. 

Cas feels it settle into his veins, and his breathing slows. He feels warm and sated and sticky but in a good way. Blinking eyes take in the sight of those panties, stained a shade darker than they’d been when Cassian saw them there, folded up in the laundry like that. Taunting him with the promise of shadows wrapped in red silk, tanned thighs trimmed with lace. Practically begging to be taken. 

You owe me a new pair, Azzie. They can feel you pouting through the bond. Az chokes, sputtering against Cas until you put him out of his misery and coo, you look so pretty in those. I want you to keep them. 

Smirking against Az’s shoulder, Cas sends a chuckle down the bond.  I’ll buy you a whole new drawerful, darling. He pauses and nips at the skin beneath his lip, picturing his mates wrapped up in new lingerie like pretty little gifts from his former self. One for each of you, if you want.

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[dear-ao3]

i know nothing of katya or thier history on this blog so i just recently learned of you.

but tbh i kinda imagined you as a tall girl with long straight black hair and a "i can kick ur ass" vibe.

i hate to break it to u but im a 5'3 ginger (it is dyed black tho!) with loser skater boy vibes . hope this doesnt completely ruin ur perception of me!

#from katya #not a tag