#Extended RAM

[rashid92786]

Redmi और Infinix के पसीने छुड़ाने आया Vivo का तगड़ा फ़ोन हुआ ग्लोबल लॉन्च, जानें कीमत

वीवो का नया धमाकेदार स्मार्टफोन, Vivo Y27s, ग्लोबल बाजार में लॉन्च होकर रेडमी और इनफिनिक्स की चुनौतियों को तेज़ी से बढ़ा रहा है। आकर्षक फीचर्स और जबरदस्त परफॉरमेंस के साथ, इस फोन की कीमत और स्पेसिफिकेशंस ने यूजर्स का ध्यान खींचा है। वीवो Y27s के लॉन्च की पूरी जानकारी और कीमत के लिए यहाँ पढ़ें। उल्लेखनीय बिंदु: यह तेज़ी से चार्जिंग की सुविधा के लिए 44वॉट की फास्ट चार्जिंग क्षमता से लैस है। वीवो…

[randomly--accessed--memories]

In the Other Ending, Vox feels like he needs to kill everyone at the hotel… except for Niffty. He really doesn’t want to be feeling empathy right now (that’s half the point of this whole murder-suicide quest after all) but… she didn’t do anything wrong! She’s sick! She’s trapped, just like he was! She needs to be healed.

The fact that “putting her out of her misery” doesn’t feel like an option to him is freaking him out even more.

[redladydeath]

Wonder how Angel would feel about Vox in RAM. Could he find it within himself to pity him, or did the years he spent enabling Valentino's abuse create a gap too cavernous to ever bridge?

[sfcarspots]

#TruckinTuesday - Spotted this cool 2001 Dodge Ram 2500 Ext Cab 4x4 Truck. #Dodge #DodgeRam2500 #Ram2500 #CumminsTurboDiesel #DodgeMotors #DodgeMotorDivision #ChryslerCorp #DaimlerChryslerAG #DodgeTrucks #4x4 #AmericanTruck #CarSpotting #carhunting #SFcarspots

Spotted 07/10/2025 San Rafael Canal, CA

[lacyblades]

౨ৎ bully!sukuna and bully!gojo were the devils, you were sure. everything they said, everything they did would only attribute to your claim. in the grand scheme of things, they did all they could, just to make your bad days just a little worse.

a seemingly accidental bump, a well-timed shove, and suddenly, the carefully organized stack of papers you were carrying would drop onto the grimy floor.

your face would burn with humiliation as you scrambled to gather the scattered sheets, the sound of their mocking laughter echoing around you.

"oh, my bad! didn't see you there," gojo would snicker, his voice dripping with false sincerity.

sukuna snorts, leaning against a nearby locker with an air of bored superiority, would chime in, his voice a deep, gravelly drawl that sent shivers down your spine, "looks like someone's having a fuckin' rough day, huh?" so condescending. so cruel.

as you bent to retrieve the papers, the already precarious hem of your tiny school uniform skirt would ride up, revealing a flash of baby pink panties that clung to the curve of your ass.

they'd had pulled strings, whispered to someone, to ensure your skirt was always a size too small, a constant source of discomfort and vulnerability.

and, you? well, you were never the wiser. innocent and naïve, you struggled to comprehend the depth of their malice.

but, the hallway incidents were just the opening act. their cruelty extended beyond casual torment.

you always retreated to the quiet solitude of the outdoors, hoping to escape their suffocating presence. yet, like relentless shadows, they would follow, their laughter and taunts cutting through the peaceful ambiance.

one particularly sweltering afternoon, as you sat alone beneath the shade of an oak, a sudden splash of cold water cascaded down your back. you gasped, your white button-up shirt instantly clinging to your skin, the flimsy material offering little resistance to the revealing dampness.

even with no one else around to witness your mortification, the shame felt even worse with just them. the thin fabric clung to your chest, showing off your perky tits. the sudden chill caused your nipples to harden visibly through the wet cloth.

"fuck, that's a sight," sukuna's voice, low and husky, cut through the air.

lost in your embarrassment, you didn't even register the faint click of a phone camera, the subtle exchange of knowing glances between them, hidden behind their loud, booming laughter. they reveled in your discomfort, their eyes lingering on your exposed form with a predatory gleam.

the question that kept nagging at you was just why? why you? you'd never messed with them, never even tried to get their attention. you'd gone out of your way to avoid them, trying to disappear. and still, they were always there, making your life hell at every turn.

a question that nagged at you especially so, when you were bent over an empty classroom's desk, choking on sukuna's thick cock, while gojo's rammed into your aching pussy.

why you? you didn't have the prettiest face, with round, chunky glasses that didn't fit quite right. you didn't have a perfect hourglass, with full hips and big boobs. your hair was always at least a little frizzy, no matter how much you tried to tame it. didn't even have a alluring personality, instead blurring into the background, like any wallflower. you weren't a head-turner, not really.

you'd been taught, growing up, to avoid confrontation, and to stay out of trouble. but, if trouble was adamant on finding you, the best you could do was tough it out, right? the faster you succumbed, the faster it'd be over with... right?

you clench around gojo, his fat tip kissing your cervix. every thrust felt like it was pushing you closer and closer to the edge, not one you'd be able to return from. your small, fluttering hole did it's best to accommodate to his size, but fuck — it was too much.

"mm, so, so tight — virgin lil' pussy," gojo groans, pinching your clit.

you cry, though it's horridly muffled, "p- please..." you're unsure what you're begging for.

sukuna ignores you, shoving his length further down your throat, "shit, takes it real well from here, too. what a good fuckin' girl."

they go over and over again, ignoring your sobbing (whether from pain or pleasure, you didn't know), instead repeatedly switching spots. you cum for the nth time, the gushing squirt betraying you. you've lost count, actually, how many times they've made you come undone. all you know; it's more than you've ever made yourself.

bully!sukuna and bully!gojo may have been the devils, but as you looked up at them, teary eyes blurring your vision, they were heavenly. especially when they were filling up all your holes like that.

[casmortis]

Back again with a restock and new options!

Hey babes. Come get yall juice.

Etsy

[cherriicou]

oh my god please write an older bf!mingyu i love ur scoups one sm 💗 (did i mention to put creampie in? did i) 👁️👁️ thank u babes mwah

hehe ofc! glad u enjoyed it mwahaha

olderbf! mingyu x college student! reader (f)

a/n; pls don’t use tinder guys… // word count; 1.2K

content; age gap, size difference, overstimulation, consensual recording, sending nudes, creampie, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, spanking, car sex, public/semi-public sex, degradation, praise kink, riding, smut with the smallest amount of plot

OLDER BF!MINGYU who met you through a dating app his friend forced him to go on. he usually ignored all the young girls who sent him thirsty messages and had their bodies on display on their profile. but you were different. only cute selfies, cat pictures, and your interests were shown on your page, drawing him to get interested in you. so he messaged you first!

OLDER BF!MINGYU who noticed your like in art so he immediately suggested taking you to a museum as your first date <3 he was the sweetest man you’ve ever met. yes, he was way older than you but it made everything 10x better. he knew how to treat you well, he made you feel safe, and he even dropped so many compliments on you that day it made you squirm in your seat.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who noticed you staring at his arms every time he helped you pick up something or every time he extended his arm out to pay for your meal. his ego was boosted then, making sure to flex them every once in a while when he saw you looking. you looked so adorable, your pretty face blushing, thighs squeezing together while admiring him. he needed you.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who, at first, tries to be soft with you. you were so much smaller than him, he was almost scared he’d break you :< that was until you started playing little games. bending down when you decided to wear no panties under your dress or skirt, fingers grazing over his crotch while you had dinner. all while giving him a innocent look. oh, he was tired of playing nice with you.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who has you salivating all over your chin and tits. he’s fucking your face so roughly, your makeup is completely ruined and you have no thoughts whatsoever as he holds your face firmly with his hands. ‘fucking brat’, as he stared straight into your eyes, groaning from the tears that started to fall down. he was not afraid to show you that he was enjoying the way your mouth was taking him in so well.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who loves to overstimulate you. he knows you love it despite your whines, ‘g-gyu no more,’ as you try to push his head away from your sensitive pussy. but he just continues licking and sucking on the spot he knows drives you crazy. you don’t even realize it, but you start grinding on his mouth, feeling the smile form on his lips. ‘doesn’t seem like you want me to stop, baby.’ god, he could taste you all fucking day while having you squirm over him. lapping your juices for being such a good girl the other day while you took his cock in your mouth <3

OLDER BF!MINGYU who takes and picks you up from college; his expensive car catching the eyes of others as you happily walk to greet your boyfriend. glaring through his window to any of the young guys looking at you get into his car. oh, and his favorite thing is take your mind off the stressful day that just passed. panties shoved to the side as he plunges his fingers in and out of you while driving home. 'that's it, princess. use my fingers,' your moans and whimpers take over the entire car as you hold onto the arm that he is using to pleasure you in the passenger seat. his eyes directed towards you every once in a while to see the fucked out expression on your face. he doesn’t care if people can see the lewd scene from outside, as long as you’re taken care of!

OLDER BF!MINGYU who LOVES to fill you up. 'where you want it, baby?' sweat glistening on his forehead as he continuously rams into your sweet spot, orgasm right on edge. 'i-inside, please,' he already knows you want it in you, but he just loves hearing you say it while he's fucking you. his grip on your hips gets harder, making you squirm in both pain and pleasure. his thrusts get stronger as he finishes inside you, making sure all of it is released in your abused hole. 'fuck, look at that,' his breathless groans let out as he pulls his cock out of your sensitive cunt. he takes his phone from the bedside table, and you hear the sound of the record button as he spreads your ass out. both of your cum leaking out of your pussy so nicely. you think he's done until he uses his fingers to take as much fluid as he can to shove it right back inside your hole :3 'ah g-gyu..,' you let out. he smiles at your coos, landing a playful smack against your ass before pulling you up to kiss your lips.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who is annoyed at this stupid meeting his employees set up with him. he just nods away, eyes locked on the presentation, mind spinning faster than he could organize his thoughts. ding! he reached for his phone to find messages from you, as well as a video linked to it. 'miss you <3,' he smiles at the cute text, then opens the video to find himself growing hard and smiled swept away. it's a video of you, one hand holding the phone to show your naked body while the other hand is rubbing your clit. he turns down the volume completely before your moans can be heard in the basically quiet conference room. he's livid. you're at home, smiling at the 'seen' notification on your phone. it wasn't until time passed you started to worry, not a single message was sent back from him. you're screwed.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who has you bent over his lap, fingers messing with your pussy for what seems like hours. your ass was practically red and bruised from the amount of smacks it has taken. all while you plead, 'mm sorry gyu please,' he smiles. you think he is going to give into you fully, ready for him to put you in missionary or on all fours. but no. instead, he lays down with a cocky look on his face at your confused, needy expression. 'come sit on it, doll,' he can't be serious. he puts his hands behind his head, eyes never leaving you as your legs tremble. trying to put as much energy as you can to climb on top of him and fully sit on his cock. the pleasured look on your face almost makes him fold, he wanted to take care of you himself but you needed to learn. learn that needy girls don’t get awarded.

OLDER BF!MINGYU who almost feels bad for you. you're struggling so much to grind on dick :< the burn your thighs are feeling is insane, and he is just staring you down. 'g-gyu,' you whine while fighting for your life to continue riding him. 'hm? gonna cum, already?,' you nod, hands placed on his chest to try to help your body stabilize. your eyes meet his again and you give him the biggest pout, gasping as he finally thrusts into you once roughly, 'gonna make a mess on my cock like some needy slut?,' his hands grab onto your hips. he's being so mean but you know you'll love it later.

OLDER BF! MINGYU who thinks you've been punished enough and plants his feet flat on the bed, then immediately starts to fuck up into you. the tip of his meanly thick cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix. his hands frantically touching you all over your body, from your tits to your neck, to even putting his thumb into your mouth as you struggle to take what he's giving you. 'mm my sweet girl,' you salivate around his fingers as you feel yourself about to cum. you should take more pics often..

[dog-bimbo]

18+ only ! cuck!toji can get any girl in the world if he wants to. yet, he wanted you, his handlers girlfriend. while shiu knew to seperate work from his personal life, he trusted toji just enough to have you around at times. toji couldn't tear his eyes off you, you were an absolute babe. you had kissable lips and your miniskirts barely did anything to hide your modesty. and ofcourse shiu knew that he was into you. he didn't have to worry about toji stealing you from him but he still had his fun teasing toji cuz who else gets all chummy with him if not shiu? he'd always have his hand planted on your hip, his fingers gripping on your flesh a bit tighter than usual, he'd always coo sweet nothings in your ear—sugar coated words loud enough just for toji to pick up on, quick pecks all over your face, tight embraces.... the jackass wasn't even that into pda. tojis stealth mode and heightened senses extended beyond just missions so he has caught a glimpse into just how addictive you are during sex. through the slightly ajar door, toji could see things that would make him count his blessings. this is what made him want you this bad actually. shiu's got both of his hands on your waist to hold you steadily as you ride him, his chair squeaking slightly under the weight. shiu's different from toji, that's one obvious takeaway. toji was self centric and even then, his own orgasms didn't feel as good as the ones shiu felt. toji just assumes that the girls who want him are able to take it all which overwhelms them and leaves them tired. shiu knows how to sculpt the insides of a pussy when he sees one. shiu took his time, no matter how rough he was. it was intimate and steamy and slow and steady. and yet, he cut the tension by slapping your poor cunt or your ass everytime you broke eye contact or came without telling him. each stroke, each squeeze and each smack held a purpose and toji was addicted to that. shiu would ram his tip till it reached the hilt. and then he'd do it again. and again. and again. till you're drooling, till your eyes are rolled back, till your brain is mushy to the point where you've forgotten the cocks you've been impaled with before, till your gummy walls have been crafted to be a perfect mold for shius length... and he'd always make sure to embrace you while kissing you. with the delicious pace that shiu maintained, you never got tired no matter how many orgasms you've reached. you're always wanting more and more, like your cunt was meant to milk shius cock and your womb was meant to be filled with his jizz. and at some point, he makes eye contact with toji, it's brief and quick but it's enough for toji get the message. he can watch all he wants, but he can never make you cream like this.

[beepbeepkazoo]

okay yall i didnt actually break my pc probably, literally the issue i am having is very common

[rabbithaver]

im like this 🤏 close to collapsing into a tearful breakdown it's fine

[seaweef]

SO , SO NOISY !!

synopis. he just wont shut up, wont he? i guess we'll have to fix this issue...

feat. choso, nanami, gojo

cw. smut, fem!reader, riding, gagging, sex in potentially public areas ( reader is afraid they might get caught ), satoru being a bitch

weefnote. i have NOT reviewed for my test but writing this instead of studying was so worth it ALSO PLEASE REBLOG + COMMENT I LOVE LIKES BUT REBLOGS AND COMMENTS HAVE MY HEART

# — CHOSO

"o-oh, ngh, fuck..." choso whimpers, his nails digging crescents into your hips, mesmerized by how his cock gets swallowed whole by that pretty pussy of yours as you snap down on him. "s-so good, haah,"

"choso, shh, we'll get caught..." you drawl while dragging a finger down his handsome button nose, watching as he scrunches his face up at the ticklish feather light touch, in contrast to the hypnotic smack of your hips against his. your words fall upon deaf ears, he makes that clear when you press that finger against his glossy, parted lips in an attempt to shush him, but to no avail.

sighing, you halt your movement. he stammers, and you get a good look of those soft eyes and the tears hanging from his dark lashes. "baby, w-why'd you stop?" he sounds so upset, it makes you giggle into your fist. just as he's about to start whining again, you shove the same pair of lace panties you had been wearing earlier into his mouth. "mgh-!?"

you feel his cock twitch inside you while you smile as if youre innocent. "better."

he lets out a broken moan into the fabric as you slam yourself back on his cock. the sight was heavenly, drool spilling out from the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back.

yeah, you should definitely do that more often.

# — NANAMI

kento is often quiet during sex, a few occasional groans here and there. but today...

"oh, sweetheart," hes throwing his head back, his once neat hair all disheveled and his eyelids heavy. hes like an animal, ramming into you with no restraints whatsoever as youre scrambling to find something to grab on, fingernails scratching desperately at the wood of his desk. papers fly everywhere, but thats a problem for later. "hngh, k-ken'! t-they'll, ooh, hear us!"

"why? dont want them to- shit, dont want them to hear how good your husband's fucking you?"

"i-its not thahaat, but- keeen!"

"fuck..." he looks down at the sight, the creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock, and he hisses. hes well aware how noisy he must be, so one hand leaves your arched back, pulling his tie to bite on it.

you look back, pussy tightening at what you see, and he all but moans.

"l-love you, love you so much," his voice is muffled, but you bury your face into the crook of your elbow while sniffling. "i- hah- love you too,"

and all hell breaks loose.

# — GOJO

"yeaaah, let me use this sexy cunt," satoru drawls out his words annoyingly, annoyingly enough that you register it through how deep he was in you right now.

"shut the fuck up, you're s-ah, so noisy," you seethe. hes always like this when in charge, and he clearly enjoy the power he holds at times like these, when hes on top of you, hands on the back of your knees and folding you back.

he laughs, licking his lips afterwards. "yeah?" and his face is suddenly so close to yours. "whatcha gonna do if i dont? make me, sweetie."

you (try to) roll your eyes at the challenge, a shaky hand extending to grab at his hair, and the other hand-

"whatre you-?"

you push two fingers into his mouth, pressing them against his tongue. for a moment hes hesitant, but then his blue eyes crinkle at the sides, and he swirls his tongue around your fingertips.

"fhuuck," you mewl, his stupid handsome face somehow getting you even wetter and tighter than you already were, his cock throbbing.

when you take your fingers out of his mouth, a string of salive connects them to his lips, and he grins. "wow, that was hot."

before you can even reply, he pulls your own hand towards your neglected clit and guides you to rub yourself with the same fingers that were in his mouth earlier.

as you moan, he flashes a smug smile. "whos the noisy one now?"

[redladydeath]

I love how your version of Vox has a bug fetish for some reason!

Protoverse Vox running into Queenie in the 2020s like

"If I had a nickel for every time I was in a toxic relationship with a blank-eyed, four-armed insect sinner, I'd have 15 cents. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it's happened three times."

[nosfferrratu]

endless. a sukuna drabble.

✭ ✭ ✭ ✭ ✭¿¡

potential warnings: mind-break/fuck, vague bullshit smut prompt w the smallest amount of plot, male reader, dom reader, ig can be read like a strap if ur really creative. if you really really squint, not edited cs idk, kinda confusing around some parts but i think pretty interesting, (allusion to) marathon sex, religious themes, and irreverence for christianity (making a mockery of it) only a little, also extremely ambiguous and up to reader’s imagination.

also, idk if its clear but you and sukuna, in this, have been going at it for like 12 hours before the events below.

if anybody likes this lmk cs why not.

this is literally just a sukuna dedication post and completely self insert.

✭

“h—hhah!”

the first sound you’d pulled from him.

he bit his forearm, pressing his sweat-laced skin further into his mouth with his free hand to surpress the whimpers growing within his throat.

he bowed his head into the edge of your desk, extending one arm to grip the sheets of loose bible pages ahead of him; the other still choking back his pleasure.

you blinked lazily, angling your hips to jab at the side of his insides, purposefully coming short with your strokes to avoid ramming into his prostate.

he, almost as desperate as he is murderous, pushed himself into your strokes; arching his back into the cold wood that rubbed a soothing coolness into the skin of his upperbody.

“fff—uhg!! nngh... oh, my god.”

the first sentence he’d pulled from you.

you were fully inside him. inside the king of curses. inside ryomen sukuna, and he was enjoying it.

you panted, overstimulation crawling up and across your back as shivers. his muscles both constrict and pull your dick from tip to base, igniting sparks of endless excitement crackling through your bloodstream.

you were so deep.

you knew that.

he knew that.

everyone knew that.

but, he was endless.

endlessly dragging you closer, endlessly caressing you through the erotic convergence of yourselves. you were endlessly connected to him at your base. he was endlessly warm. he was endlessly constricting. endlessly pulling. endlessly endless.

“oh, my god.”

the second sentence from you.

only three words.

the three words that separated you enough from him to keep your composuer.

“oh, god. oh, god. i c— i can’t…” you gulped, leaning forward to stabilize yourself on the sides of your desk, feeling the beads of your rosary roll forward on your neck.

you watched as the cross— a symbol of your devotion and unwavering faith to the divine— swung, teetering between the two of you. a preist and the king of deception and mischief. it teetered between the balance of power, swinging between the holy and the unholy. “god, help me.” your eyes were filled with images of hellfire and brimstone. you knew you weren’t going to win.

not today

or anyday, actually.

you heard a stiff chuckle beneath the cross.

“god?” his voice was low, but it echoed around your head, bouncing between and through the fold of your brain and subconscious mind. it was hoarse but so smooth it’d put the finest whiskey to shame. it was so, so fucking sexy. “you think god is here?”

his voice swam between tones— first sounding incredious but quickly sifting into a honey sweet, sickly arrogance. “god forsake you the moment you purified my chambers.”

laughter followed. deep, malevolent, and prideful; boisterously bouncing between the space you shared with the devil, and, no longer your lord.

you wanted to expel him. call upon god to cast him elsewhere while you purified yourself.

but, as he laughed, the bulb of your dick sunk furthermore into his… flesh.

he felt so good. so, so, so good.

how would you be saved from something you’d kill for?

you rolled your hips, head empty and light—numb with pleasure. “i’m gonna—”

“no you’re not.”

your eyes, though fuzzy and unfocused, drifted over sukuna’s form—watching as he gripped the edges of your desk and pushed his hips closed to your chest, arching his back— pushing his spine uncomfortably close to the ancient, wooden desk upholding the two of you.

endless.

he was endless.

your eyes rolled into your skull, entirely.

“oh god…”

“are you addressing me?” you couldn’t be sure, but you knew sukuna was smirking. you could hear it in his tone, in his movements, in his walls, in every inch of you that he forced further into himself, and in the orgasm he’d been building within you.

“c—christ compels you…”

he cackled, and once again you felt the vibrations stretch through and over your base. “you don’t though, do ya?” he shifted his hips, dragging your head, and entire dick through his … satin, velvet lined organs, tapping, and being pushed pleasurably into each side.

“mmng! s’kuna, please…” you were on the verge of insanity. your mind was so full of energy it couldnt focus. not on anything but the buzzing, exploding, shooting, starlight of pleasure running around your head in halos. “please let me—“

his hips cut you off.

“ffgk—ff—fuck!”

he began moving once again, slowly. it was a leisurely pace, each time he came up, your dick disconnected from him with a slight “pop” before being enclosed and hugged fully once more. over and, over, and over. it was creating a maelstorm of titillation in your mind.

everything was fuzzy. you couldn’t finish. you couldn’t oppose sukuna’s actions. you were bound. forced to be a sex toy until your curse was lifted, and you would finally be granted relief. you would be sanctioned, free to come inside of him, as deep as he could take it.

an endless orgasm.

but he had to come first.

“are you even trying anymore?” he tsked, humor lining his every motion, and expression. “i’m disappointed father.”

his thighs—plump, supple, and full of color—snapped to your base, quicker and harder than before.

then again, faster.

and again.

again.

faster.

and faster.

and faster, and faster, and faster—

your mind went blank.

you couldn’t see.

you could only feel a pressure.

two actually.

in your stomach, a deep pressure than made your head spin when you tried to focus on it.

the second was below. spanning the entire length of your dick.

it was constant.

warm.

deep.

stretching out in both directions.

going on forever.

endlessly.

you swallowed shallowly, blinking softly as light flooded the entire surface of your vision. long tendrils of shadows stretched and weaved through the light, moving in a constant up and down motion, extremely quickly, and smooth.

you blink rapidly, unable to feel your hands.

then it hit you.

all at once.

the overwhelming urge to scream— a burning in your muscles and static that paralyzed you to…

your desk.

under sukuna.

still bouncing on your dick.

he hadn’t even noticed you’d passed out. or he did and didn’t care. you were on your back, half limp on your desk and trapped between sukuna— on the tips of his toe, slamming himself down your center, and dragging your mind, life, pleasure, soul and devotion upwards, over and over again, never stopping.

never ending.

endlessly.

forever.

just like you asked.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Pollen and Pheromones

Kinktober Day 13: Sex Pollen

Male Alpha Yandere x Gender Neutral Omega Reader CW: Noncon, sex pollen, aphrodisiac, pheromones, knotting, biting, claiming bite, stranded, spaceship crash, sci-fi, outer space, alien planet, a/b/o dynamics, bigotry/prejudice against omegas, rivalry, breeding, general yandere behavior, tsundere, betrayal Word Count: 1.6k (Enjoy this kinktober meal I have prepared <3)

"Star log: This is Pilot 2418 currently operating vessel Starlion: Orion. I am currently on route to pass the threshold of our galaxy in less than five minutes."

You were a shuttle pilot, one of the Exploration Guild's best. Ever since humanity had achieved interplanetary travel, they had sought to extend themselves ever further. With the new drift-space drives, that dream was now a reality.

They were only currently suited for small 1 to 2 man shuttlecraft, and only a couple such craft had been made. Two different ones had been commissioned through the guild, with both pilots competing to see who could exit the Milky Way first. The new drive could only be used in bursts to prevent overloading, so the journey had still taken a few months. But it seemed like you were about to succeed. Then you could make a U-turn and start drift-jumping back towards the nearest station.

Since you were an omega, this was a great achievement, a notice to the universe that your kind could do whatever betas and alphas could. You would be able to help stamp out the lingering bigotry and inspire others all with one action.

You were just about to cross the finish line!

Suddenly, your opponent, Tetsunori, came out of drift-space behind you. He had been your long-time rival, with both of you being about equally skilled.

But this was unacceptable to him as he was an alpha and held to the knothead mindset that an omega's place was bouncing on an alpha's prick or maybe in a teaching or nursing job.

You weren't worried, though. You had a solid lead. There was no way he could close the gap.

You rolled your eyes at the incoming transmission.

"Why don't you just give up now? If you surrender nicely, I'll let you celebrate my victory by letting you keep my knot warm!"

The temptation to reply was too great.

"Ha! You may be good at navigating the stars, but I doubt you have ever found your way into an omega."

Conversing with him hadn't distracted you or made you pause, so he growled as he switched to another plan. He fired on his tractor beam.

What the fuck, was he insane? Stooping so low to make sure you couldn't have a historic moment? You fired an equal and opposite tractor beam through his, which forced him to disengage. Something only possible because both ships were similar in size and energy output. Did he think you were some amateur?

In a desperate bid to prevent you from winning, Tetsunori rammed his shuttle into yours.

This type of bumping wasn't unheard of. It wasn't lethal if both ships were similar and had their shields up. But the bouncing was pretty strong for both parties, which is why it was a last-ditch effort. It could push you past the line, or it could bump him further. Neither of those things happened, though.

Instead, you careened right into the gravitational pull off a planet. You did everything you could to slow down and stabilize, but nothing seemed to be working.

Tetsunori sped after you in his spacecraft as he spoke into the comm link.

"I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm so sorry! I just had to be first! What omega would want to be mates with someone who they bested??"

You didn't have time for his weird ass confession and barely registered it. Your shields were still online and he had started pulsing his tractor beam to slow you down, full usage of it at such speeds could rip your ship apart, thankfully he wasn't an amateur either and knew that.

You put all available power and quickly put it into overloading the shields. You hit the emergency crash button, and two nozzles came out from the sides of the cockpit and sprayed you with a rapidly drying foam that would reduce damage to you if you got flung about the ship. Tetsunori's reckless and speedy entry into the atmosphere may have been enough to save you, but he had lost control of his vessel as well.

As you crashed, he careened away and crash-landed as well.

It was a good thing the high-tech impact reduction foam was so effective. Despite having shields, the ship was still shaken pretty badly, and the inertial dampeners weren't powerful enough to thwart damage from such a landing.

You took stock of the condition of your systems.

Almost everything was fried. You could at least scan the planet. It seemed like you had actually lucked out. In the entire galaxy planets that supported life were incredibly rare. But you had landed on one.

It seemed there were no known biological hazards present. No recognized toxins, dangerous bacteria, or viral agents. You were cleared to remove your suit. The temporary foam had started to dissolve, so it wasn't hard to remove.

The scanner also indicated there was a strong human life sign. It appeared that Tetsunori was okay.

You took the survival kit from underneath your seat as well as some beverages and rations you had procured at the last station and headed in the direction of dust and smoke in the distance.

You didn't even need the ship's scanner to tell you that the great imbecile, Tetsunori had landed there.

As you got closer, you stepped into a field of flowers that surrounded the entire crash site. You were probably still a mile away, but all around you were odd glittery silver and gold flowers.

The smell of them made you just slightly lightheaded and tingly. You realized the tiniest bit of slick was dribbling down your leg. They must be an aphrodisiac. The scanner hadn't warned you of anything in the air that was truly dangerous, so it probably wouldn't matter very much. And it really didn't. For you. As you trudged through the flowers and pollen, the effects did not get worse.

But for Tetsunori, the pollen was much stronger. When it hit his nostrils, it immediately put him into rut. Not a typical rut either, one of the ruts you see in pornos where the alpha is almost feral and unable to control their mating drive. When you came upon him, he was sitting on a piece of debris from his shit and rocking back and forth in clear distress. Through his outfit, his bulge was immediately visible.

"T-tetsunori? Uh... are you okay? D-did you get hurt in the crash?"

You took a step back when he looked up at you. His eyes were red, giving him a demonic appearance.

"The flowers, I think... they... UGH! My thoughts are all jumbled..."

He started to rub and massage his crotch desperately. He finally caught a whiff of your scent, ripe from the recent hike over to him and from being without a proper shower since your last space station stop. Not to mention the smell of the slick the aphrodisiac had coaxed out of you.

He started wildly sniffing at the air.

"Y-you smell so nice. You can help!"

You started backing away slowly.

"Uh... help with what?"

He got up and closed the difference between the two of you. Sweat had his dark hair clinging to his head. He was significantly taller and looked down at you intensely before sniffing and licking your neck with lazy broad strokes.

"S-smell so gooood. Always wanted to knot youuuu~"

You tried to push him off.

"Tetsunori! St-stop!"

You slapped, smacked, kicked, punched, and flailed, but nothing you did deterred him in the slightest.

"I'm sorry, but I fucking n-need this!"

He pinned you to the ground, clawing and biting off all your clothing until only your underwear was left, he removed it more delicately before inhaling its scent deeply and putting it in his pocket for later.

"Please don't do this, Tetsunori, PLEASE!"

He looked down at you, and it seemed like he was genuinely trying to resist before the pollen-charged rut won out.

Tetsunori unzipped his pants and let his drooling cock and full heavy balls out.

"G-gonna put all my babies in you! Have to! Have to!"

The lust-drunk alpha wasted no more time in ramming into you, an insertion that would have been more difficult had the pollen not slicked you up. Though it was still sudden and slightly painful.

"A-aaah!"

You tried to kick at him, but he growled viciously before pushing you into a mating press and slobbering all over your neck with his eager tongue.

The pollen must have increased the potency of his pheromones, or at least your susceptibility to them, because his musk was starting to cloud your thoughts.

Your grunts of pain became gasps of pleasure as your body quickly accommodated to his large size. You winced as he bit down hard on your neck to claim you. He kept right on fucking into you without skipping a beat.

He licked and kissed the lightly bleeding bite mark, some part of him remembering to comfort you despite his dominating need to fill you with cock. And by that point, the last of your resistance finally melted away.

"T-tetsunoriiiiii~" You moaned as your toes curled and body twitched in orgasm.

He growled your name in response and gave a few hard, deep thrusts before cumming as deeply as possible.

A comforting fullness filled your hole as his knot locked the two of you together. He pulled you close as he sat down so that you were in his lap facing him. The two of you caught your breath, then remained in an awkward silence until his knot deflated.

"G-got it out of your system?"

"Yeah... for the most part... sorry about that..."

You lifted yourself off of his lap, his half hard cock springing free with a lewd plopping sound.

"Well... it wasn't your fault. It was just the pollen..."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his lap, his cock ramming directly into you, then began humping.

"Well... it wasn't just the pollen..."

[ollyissleepy]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x uninterested!male!reader summary: After being caught red handed stealing, (name) finds himself in the Wayne Manor, surrounded by his new family. (Name)'s disinterested in bonding is met with equally not caring siblings and father. As he spends his days alone, (name) realises his new family might care much more than he originally thought the did. cw: stealing, swearing, underage smoking, reader commits a crime, kidnapping, stalking, a/n: So sorry for the delay my classes ended and I got a little lazy. fun fact! the names of the animalns mentioned (and their little perks/personality) are the same as my grandma's just translated ;) based on this idea I had

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It had been a week since Clark insisted that the teenager move into the house. He still didn't get used to living there; the idea of being constantly surrounded by any family, even as nice one as the Kents, made him feel uneasy.

(Name)'s new room was much different from the ones he used to have. It was bigger than the one in his first home and had much more furniture in better condition. It might not be bigger than the one in the manor, but thanks to the warm sun that kept creeping from the early mornings up until deep into the afternoon, the room in the farm felt bigger. Better. It was located next to Conner's and right across from Jon.

The young boy made it a habit of waking up at the same time as (name) so he can accompany him to the coop and feed the chickens. It was the same this morning, almost as if Jon was waiting for the teenager to open his door to leave his room.

"Hi, (name)!" Jon greeted him. "We should get going; you know how grumpy Gretty gets when she's hungry."

"Morning, Jon. You're right; I'd hate to keep her waiting," (name) joked, walking down the stairs alongside him.

Down in the kitchen they greet Lois, who's already preparing vegetables for breakfast. The woman asks the two of them to collect a few eggs for breakfast after they're done with feeding the hens.

Feeding the chickens, (name) carried Thing Two on his left arm, as it was the only way to stop the other chickens from bullying her. Once the rest of the chickens were all nicely eating, the teenager put the chicken from his shoulder down on the ground, and Jon extended his palm towards her with grains on it. (name) stood tall, watching and making sure everyone was fed.

With everyone happy and fed, Jon and (name) gathered the eggs per Lois' request. Jon carried the basket while (name) walked around looking for them. After finding what the teenager assumed was most of them, he and Jon returned to the house. 

Once the boy is done with his breakfast, he leaves the house to take care of his chores for the day. (Name) greets the animals in the barn, petting a few cows along the way. He gave food to the goats, dodging Mint's attempts at ramming him. With the goats eating, the teenager could easily lead the cows to a pasture, letting them enjoy the nice weather.

Back in the barn, (name) milked the goats so they could roam around as well. He started with Mint, securely tying her to a post so she couldn't bite him. After her, milking the rest was a piece of cake. The teenager let them out to roam between the chickens. (Name) watched the goats trying to climb random things with a smile.

With the animals gone, the teenager could add more bedding to the areas that seemed to need them. Finally done with his morning chores, (name) could return to the house to see if there was anything else he could help with. On the porch he's met with Krypto, excitedly wagging his tail at the sight of the teenager. The boy couldn't help but stop by the dog for a bit, giving him a few much-deserved pets. 

Back in the house, (name) washes his hands in the sink when Lois walks into the kitchen.

"(Name)! Are you done with your chores?" Lois asked, catching the boy's attention. (Name) nods, his focus back on scrubbing his hands. "Great. I could use some help with cooking; are you interested?"

The teenager agreed, drying his hands. He watches as Lois takes out a few vegetables. (Name) cuts them for her, while the woman prepares other ingredients. Halfway through a carrot, (name) zones out. He can't help but think about his mother and how she would let him help with cooking, starting with smaller tasks when he was younger and moving to harder ones as he got older. The teenager noticed his hands shaking slightly.

To make himself stop thinking about his mother, he focuses on the sounds the pots made as Lois was using them. The noise reminded him about the early breakfast with Alfred he ate in the manor. (Name) could only hope the family treats the old man well and doesn't blame him for the boy's escape. 

Late that night, as (name) retired to his room after a shower, Conner barged into his room. Just like the teenager, he was also dressed in his pyjamas. He told (name) how pretty the stars looked that night and asked if the teenager wanted to go and see.

The two boys found a nice patch of grass outside to sit on. The grass was slightly wet to the touch, but neither of them cared about it. They were too focused on the stars above them. Conner and (name) watched the little spots in the sky without exchanging a word with each other; the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of crickets around them.

"I know you don't like talking about your family…" Conner spoke up, glancing at the teenager next to him. "But sometimes you get that look in your eyes when Mom does something nice. Or how slightly uncomfortable you get when Dad helps you with something. I just… wonder why."

(Name) sighed, his eyes still focused on the stars. He tries to gather his thoughts, unsure what to say to the boy next to him.

"My mom died when I was ten. I didn't know my father at the time, so I was all alone. Being around Lois made me remember how it feels to have a mom, is all…" (name) started speaking, his head tilted up with his sight still focused on the stars. "Then I got caught stealing, and they… found my father. At first he and his family pretended that I didn't exist, and I was fine with that. It wasn't like I wanted to be there. At some point I got into a huge argument with my father when he hit me, and, well, I ran away."

(Name) felt bad skipping over a few details, but he didn't want Conner to think less of him. Maybe there will be a time when he can tell the teenager the whole truth.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." Conner mumbled, placing his hand on top of (name)'s. "I shouldn't have asked." He squeezes the boy's hand slightly.

"It's fine. I live with you; the least I can do is tell you how I got here." (Name) glanced at Conner and then at the hand he was holding.

The two boys stayed silent for the rest of their time outside. 

Conner didn't pick up the subject of (name)'s family again. For the most part, he acted the same way as before knowing about it. However, he started to include the teenager more in the family activities, the ones (name) used to sit out in his room.

One of those family activities was cooking dinner together. Every Sunday the Kents all gathered in the kitchen to make a meal together for them to eat. Beforehand, (name) used to lie about being tired to avoid joining and would go to bed without a meal. This time, Conner had made sure the teenager would join them.

(Name) was nervous about joining them at first, worried about intruding on their family tradition by being there. His worries, however, quickly melted away after seeing how excited Jon was to finally have him in the kitchen with them.

The Kents made it easy to be around them. All of them respected (name)'s space and always allowed him to do things in his own time. Because of them, every time the teenagers chose to spend time with them, especially with Clark and Lois, they were really happy.

With all the cooks in the kitchen, the meal was ready in no time, and before (name) knew it, he was sitting down at a table next to Jon. Everyone was eating their plate in silence, occasionally breaking it to mention how much they enjoyed the food.

"I was thinking about going to visit Tim." Conner spoke up, placing another piece of vegetable in his mouth. "You want to come?" He offered, looking at (name).

The teenager stopped his fork halfway through the mouth, staring at Conner with wide eyes. With all the fun he had with them, (name) had forgotten that Conner is friends with Wayne.

"Rather not; I'm not the best with rich folks," (name) mumbled, the fork finally making it to his mouth. "Besides, I can't just drop my chores. I did come here to work, after all," he reminded.

"If you say so," Conner shrugged. "But the offer still stands."

(Name) smiled awkwardly but didn't reply.

Conner left the next morning, right after breakfast. Luckily, (name) didn't see after the meal, so the teenager couldn't offer to take him along. 

With Superman's older son gone, (name) found himself spending more time with Jon. The younger boy happily took him along with Krypto on some adventures around the areas where the farm was located. Even going as far as dragging him along on a trip with Clark to Metropolis.

Conner came back late into the evening, long after (name) had retired back to his room to rest. The teenager hears him shuffle around the room. (Name) tries not to think about Conner's trip to the Waynes too much, not wanting to stress over things he's not fully sure of. 'He probably just hung out with Tim and did… normal teenager stuff,' he tried to reason with himself.

He doesn't see the teenager until the next morning, but the moment he does, (name) knows something has happened in Wayne Manor. He couldn't force himself to eat breakfast that morning, the dread he felt making him sick.

Did the family find out where he was? Did Conner say something that helped them with that? Did they track him down? No, there's no way. He got rid of his phone; it should've been enough. And there's no way Conner would say anything to help them, right? Certainly not after what (name) had told him about the teenager's family. 

(Name) had spent his morning chores worrying about the changes in the way Connor's been acting. He was so caught up in his mind that he forgot to tie Mint before trying to milk her, resulting in the goat biting him hard.

The teenager stares at the bitten part of his arm, watching the blood seep out of it. (Name) swears quietly, grabbing a random piece of cloth to wrap around the wound. He could worry about cleaning the wound later. For now he needs to finish all the morning chores; only then (name) can dress the wound and worry about how to approach Conner.

It's not like Conner possibly knowing about him being a Wayne would mean anything. It's not like the whole family knows.

They all know.

(Name) is sure of it. It's as if something changed in them since last night. The teenager noticed it in a nervous smile on their faces. Lois sent his way after he came into the living room, and the way Clark looked like he was holding something back when helping (name) clean and bandage his wound. 

By the time dinner rolls around, (name) knows he can't stay with the Kents for much longer. As much as it pained him to leave the family, deep down he knew there was no other choice.

(Name) needed a plan. A proper one. A 'sneaking off and leaving without three humans with super abilities' kind of plan. For now, the teenager will try to act the same way as before, trying to not seem too suspicious. During the nights, he'll plan a way to leave. He just needs a few days, maybe a week, to think about it.

'It can't be that hard,' he thought.

The family tried to act normal as well, but something about their movements around (name) seemed stiff and a bit forced. As if the new information Conner learnt from the Waynes made them unsure how to act around the teenager.

The only person whose way of acting around (name) didn't change much was Jon. At first it was similar to the rest of the Kents, but after a while he seemed to return to normal.

If (name) were to ignore the awkwardness of the rest of the family members, his days would return to normal. Jon started to help him out with the chickens again, happily talking away about the dream he had or the stuff he saw the day before that somehow he had yet to mention to the teenager. 

As much as the days started to feel normal again, the nights were a different story. (Name) spends the first hour each night planning a possible escape route. However, after that, even after a hard day of work and another one ahead of him, the teenager couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.

It wasn't always about the anxiety (name) felt regarding his current situation, but about something else. Something much more disturbing.

The teenager started to feel as if someone was watching him. Their eyes only being more noticeable during the nights when (name) could just brush it off and focus on the tasks he had to complete.

(Name) would glance towards the window, trying to see if somebody is standing there. Most of the time he only saw darkness outside, a part of him horrified at what or who could hide in the shadows.

There was one time when (name) swore he saw someone standing outside the window. The person behind the glass, however, quickly retreated into the darkness the moment they noticed him staring. He tried to bring it up to both Clark and Conner on separate occasions, hoping one of them would believe him and help. Unfortunately, both of them brushed (name)'s concerns aside, saying how he must've imagined it and suggested resting a while. 

It was the morning after another night of bad resting when (name) walked down to the kitchen to find most of the family in a good mood. He almost let out a sigh of relief when he noticed Jon. The boy didn't dare to look him in the eyes. On top of that, he seemed almost sad. It filled the teenager with worry. Why is everyone so happy to see, except for one person who kept acting happy regardless of the Wayne family roaming above (name)'s head?

(Name) didn't have to wait for too long to find out what was happening. Clark announced the good news over breakfast.

"We're going to have visitors today, (name)," he said, smiling at the teenager. "Make sure to complete your morning chores before they arrive."

(Name) nodded. Visitors? Who might it be, and why is Jon not happy for them to arrive? 

The teenager had just returned from letting out the cows onto the pasture when he spotted a black car in the driveway. At first, (name) didn't recognise it, so he started to walk up to it. The closer he got to the car, the more familiar it seemed. And then it hit him.

It's the same car Bruce drove when he first brought him to the manor.

Without thinking, (name) bolts away from the car. He's running without looking back, trying to get as far away from the car as possible. He knows someone saw him; he hears the footsteps of somebody running behind him. The teenager speeds up, trying to lose whoever was behind him.

Once the footsteps got quieter, (name) slowed down just a bit to save some energy. What he isn't aware of is that Superboy is also following right behind him. The teenager barely manages to stop right in front of Conner when he lands right in front of him. 

"Stop running, (name), we're just trying to help." Conner put his hands on top of his shoulders.

"Help?!" (Name) shouted, ripping himself away from Conner's grip. "I told you what they did, and you still brought them here?!"

"(Name)—" Conner tried to speak.

"They tried to strip me of everything I was, just so they could play family, Conner! I don't give a fuck about the bullshit they had told you. They're insane!" (Name) kept yelling, not allowing Superboy to speak. "You know what?! Fuck you. I thought you of all people understood me—"

"(Name)! Finally!" Dick shouted from behind him, making the teenager stop mid-sentence.

(Name) tried to leave, but Conner helped him down. The teenager tried to move, but Superboy was much stronger than him, keeping him in one place.

"Thank you, Conner," Bruce spoke up, stepping closer to his son. "We'll take it from here."

Conner loosened his grip on the teenager so Bruce and Dick could grab him. (Name) tried to run again, but to no avail, as both of the men were holding him tightly. 

The two men tried to move, but (name) went stiff, his shoes seemingly glued to the ground below him. It left Bruce and Dick with no choice but to drag the teenager behind them, (name)'s shoes leaving marks in the ground as they did so.

It left Conner to walk behind them, watching someone that had deeply trusted him, looking up at him with betrayal in his eyes. The guilt was swallowing his stomach watching (name) not only being dragged away in such a manner but also seeing the teenager so hurt. Just that morning, he honestly thought that he was doing something nice for (name), letting him reunite with his family. Because of all the lies he heard from the Waynes, he had completely forgotten what little information the teenager in front of him had shared.

(Name) is thrown into the backseat of the car, with Dick sitting right next to him. The Kents watch as the teenager desperately tries to open the door to leave. Both Clark and Lois looked away, reminding themselves that it was for his own good. Jon was watching the teenager with sad eyes, wondering if there was anything he could do.

"Thank you for watching my boy, Clark." Bruce shook the man's hand. "I'll keep a close eye on him; make sure it won't happen again."

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