#also nibbles gently on your fingers. out of affection

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Random childe brainrot: Form stuck foul legacy.

(Im ignoring canon lore here of him rarely transforming into FL and how FL takes away from his strength, just imagine he sometimes randomly transforms) He wakes up one day realizing he somehow transformed into FL in his sleep, and he has a lot of chores o do today so he tries to de-transform.

..he’s stuck as moth.

and when he is stuck as moth: he is either extremely battle hungry, or incredibly affection starved and clingy.

*cracks my knuckles* this right here is my bread and butter, i am eating this up!!!

when he first wakes up, he's overcome with a need to fight- he needs to kill something, have blood on his claws, as it's what the Abyss wants and craves- until you walk into the room, and his demeanor softens. he becomes less battle hungry and more curious, lowering himself to the bed in order to seem smaller and letting out a quiet chirp. his heart feels odd- for once it's not restless, instead humming peacefully, smooth and steady as ripples on a shoreline, and when he slowly approaches you this serenity only increases. when you pet his head, there's a peculiar buzzing from his throat, and Childe realizes that his Foul Legacy form is purring

it becomes clear that you are the reason for his newfound peace- his love for you seems to override his Abyssal instinct to kill and maim and corrupt, instead leaving a gentle and sweet mothish creature that prefers to spend most of his time curled around you. he becomes agitated if you're gone for too long, scratching his claws on the floor and hissing in distress, and is far more wary around people who aren't you, like Zhongli who popped in for a visit. for some reason, being stuck in Foul Legacy also makes Childe about 20 times more touch starved, constantly wanting to have contact with you in some way and whining if he doesn't. it's a little awkward at first given his size, but eventually you settle on letting him wrap his claws around one of your wrists so he can tug your hand up to his face if he wants to <3

also he gives the best hugs ever in this form, take advantage of that

[sugurouge]

— half of my heart : gojo satorū x f!reader x getō suguru

contains! — mdni: smut, alternative universe with good boy geto, polyarmory, a smidge of somnophilia, brat taming @ gojo, gojo says cunny once (i firmly believe he would use that word without shame), spanking, pet names (sweetheart, princess, (pretty) baby, good girl, love), hair pulling @ gojo, tiny bit of spit — 2.3k words

summary: spend a lovely morning with satosugu after they return from a very tiring mission. they missed you terribly <3

a/n: yes, i'm biased, but i hope you will enjoy bratty gojo!

The safest place on earth is right here, nestled tightly in the embrace of the man of your dreams. You cuddle close to his warm torso, seeking comfort as you explore your dreamlands. Suguru feels your fingers tug at his hand, and a tired smile adorns his face at the soft hums you make, seemingly lost in pleasurable dreams. You nuzzle against his neck, your chest pressed against his side as gentle breaths fan over the expanse of his shoulder area. His eyes flutter closed again, and Suguru allows himself a few more moments of peace, savouring the stillness with you in his arms.

This wonderful tranquillity is interrupted all too soon by the ivory-haired man behind you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as Satoru plants sloppy kisses along the back of your neck. To him, the time of the day doesn’t matter much when he has desires. Awake or not, he wants to feel more of you—no, all of you. Yet his greediness only makes you cuddle further into Geto, how annoying.

His hand slips beneath your shirt, rough fingertips grazing your stomach and sides before reaching your breasts, where Gojo teases your sensitive nipple, twisting and toying with it until you stir beneath him.

His mouth finds its way to your ear, and in a rare, sweet moment, he murmurs your most favourite set of words. “I love you. Missed you so, so much...” Yet, instead of leaning into Satoru’s affection, you press even closer to Suguru, who rewards you with soft kisses on your cheek and temple. Blue eyes meet dark purple ones over your shoulder once you sigh Suguru’s name in utter satisfaction.  “Love you too, Suguru.” 

The almost hurt expression on Gojo’s face makes Geto chuckle, he can clearly tell how much the mockery weighs on Satoru’s mind. Seems like you meed a reminder. His hand abandons your chest and trails along your body until he reaches the band of your panties. With much expertise does Gojo find his way between your thighs, to let his fingers tease your needy pussy. He nibbles on your earlobe, wetting your skin with his tongue as he pushes his fingers inside you. “'s not nice of you to just ignore me.” 

He can also be not nice. So instead of giving you a moment to fully realise what is happening, Satoru scissors his digits to make you finally react to him, to reward himself with those beautiful yet tired little moans falling past your pretty lips. Encouraged, Satoru continues, pumping his fingers in and out until you can't help but puls around his fingers, yet once more leaning into Geto to seek his lips. Suguru, happily obliges, swallowing the moan of his name as you grind against Satoru’s hand.

A sharp spank against your ass tears your attention away from the man you’re kissing. You meet Satoru’s slightly pissed off stare as he leans in, jealousy and dismay swirling in those beautiful pools of blue. “‘It’s Satoru~, not Suguru~,” he mocks your moans, his fingers possessively digging into your hip, thumb gently rubbing circles into your skin. “I deserve your moans and kisses right n—hmppf.”

Before you can react, you find yourself squished between their bodies as Suguru reaches out to cradle the back of Satoru’s head. Long fingers find a home in the messy bedhead to pull him close and have their lips clash. Watching the two of them kiss always flips your stomach upside down as you grow equally timid and turned on by their beauty.

Just like the needy thing you are for them, you reach out for Satoru, your fingers tracing every muscle of his chest and abdomen. Your eyes flicker between the two most handsome men you know, their kiss deep and slow. Satoru’s soft moan against Suguru’s lips makes them both grin, and you can’t help but want to spoil your needy boyfriend as well.

The feeling of Suguru’s and your lips on Satoru’s body sends shivers down his spine. His hips roll against your ass, pushing his growing erection right into the plush of your butt. He really needs to pull away before he gets too desperate this early on. 

Wide blue eyes stare into Geto’s dark ones before they both turn their attention to you. Satoru plants a kiss on your forehead, the teasing remark of, “Finally paying attention to me, princess,” only a petty murmur before his lips find yours. Gojo entangles you in a deep kiss and you part your lips almost immediately, like you’re hungry  to taste him—to taste Suguru on his tongue—as your tongues intertwine.

Your fingers have long since found their way into his hair, brushing through his slightly tangled locks until you grasp the back of his neck, holding him as close as possible. Long and lithe fingers run along your hip and another hand—rougher and more demanding— swiftly pulls off your slick-coated panties. Satoru spreads your thighs as Suguru’s fingers tease your clenching entrance, to allow himself easy access.

“Suguru..” you mewl. To which Gojo only kisses you again, not allowing you any room to catch air or praise Geto. Suguru’s fingertips trace circles on your clit, yet as soon as you seem to get slightly adjusted to his pattern he changes it up. Drawing infinite loops or delivering soft spanks until your hips jerk in response. His palm cups your pussy gently, and his sultry voice murmurs sweet praises for you. “Being such a good girl for us,” to cloud your senses. 

Satoru grins proudly once he pulls back, shamelessly watching Suguru’s middle and ring fingers pump into you. The squelching sound of your wetness coating Geto’s fingers makes Satoru’s mouth water—God, how badly he wants to eat you out.

“Always so needy to have Suguru’s fingers stuffed inside your cute cunny, isn’t that right, pretty baby?” Satoru teases as he leans in, faking a kiss before briefly brushing his lips against yours. “Always greedy to be the centre of attention.”

Satoru misses how his words make your quiet partner roll his eyes. And Suguru steals a choked moan from Satoru as soon as his slick-coated fingers wrap around his erection, stroking Satoru’s cock and smearing his pre-cum and your arousal along his shaft. “Always so needy to have Suguru’s fingers wrapped around your cock,” Geto shoots back as he looks deeply into Satoru’s eyes, his lips never failing to comfort you as he leaves soft kisses on your temple and hairline.

You giggle upon their teasing while your hands return to roam over Satoru’s abs, your nails dig into his skin as your fingers rake over his flexed muscles. His moans are always so beautiful, but especially so when he moans Suguru’s name right next to your ear. 

“God, I need to fuck you so desperately, sweetheart,” Satoru groans as his hips jerk forward and the tip of his cock teases your clit. The brief feeling of your slicked walls brings him close to begging for Geto to guide him inside you. Satoru’s hand fists the pillow you're resting on, panting and grinning in defeat as his head falls against your chest. “Suguru, please, I just wanna make her feel good. Look at her, fuck, our princess makes a mess of our sheets. Don’t wanna waste a drop of it.”

But Suguru only scoffs at the selfless proclamations. Cue his grip tightening around Satoru’s cock to drag his fist up to the tip with each move. “You’re even more desperate if you beg me to stop, Satoru.” 

Your pussy clenches around nothing, utterly turned on by the control Suturu holds over Satoru. Your hand digs into Geto’s thigh, and you turn your head to look at him, puppy eyes begging for permission.

“Shit, I am. I am, Suguru. I missed her pretty pussy so much while we were gone, please.” 

Oh, to see Geto’s grin is what Christmas felt like when you were a child—the dimples on his cheeks and the glimmer of joy in his eyes, softening his dominant aura just a little. “So needy,” he murmurs, yet still releases Gojo.

Instead, he tilts your chin up to get a taste of you for himself. Suguru’s kisses are slow and passionate. They leave your head spinning and your heart racing while his thumb gently brushes over your cheek. 

That is, until you feel Satoru’s cock rub along your folds and spread your arousal along with his pre-cum. He stimulates your clit while he hisses over the awfully delicious feeling before finally pushing the tip inside your tight walls. He enters you gradually, relishing the feeling of your cunt accommodating his girth before giving one determined thrust to connect your hips with his. “God, yes, thank you,” Satoru murmurs.

His hand rubs your side and pulls your shirt up to reveal your pretty tits. He loves to see them bounce with every deep thrust of his. Gentle traces over your neck and cheek spoil your skin, his fingertips feel the vibrations of your moans as the are being knocked out of your lungs. You have to break away from Suguru—who did such a great job of swallowing your moans.

Satoru allows his hips to smack against yours the moment he feels you relax around him, relishing the sound of your pussy squelching around and sucking him in. “Good fucking girl,” he mumbles. “Taking such good care of me, hmm?”

As if on cue, you feel Suguru’s arm snake beneath your back, adjusting your position so you rest against his chest. His free hand returns to playing with your clit, pinching the sensitive nub and teasing your pulsing lips with his nails. “Let me look after you as well,” Suguru murmurs, and Satoru curses as you tighten around his cock.

But he can’t stop now, too desperate to give you time to calm down. He needs you to cream around his cock, wants to make a complete mess of you in the early morning hours, then return to sleep with you in his arms.

His fingers dig into the back of your thighs, to push them up against your sides, effectively spreading you further for his dick to deeply penetrate you. His hips smack against yours with every drag of his inside you, moans of yours and his mix when your lips meet. 

Sometimes you hate how well they can work together. Especially when they manage to make you cum in what seems like seconds. The pretty red tip of Gojo’s cock hits your spongy spot with expertise while Geto’s fingers play with your clit just the way you like it. 

“S-stop, please, don’t want to cum already, Satoru, S-Suguru!” you complain, your lower lip trembling as you try to fight off the overwhelming pleasure threatening to crash over you.

“Nuh-uh,” Satoru pants. His thrusts slow but become harder, jolting your body against Suguru with each deep stroke. “I’m going to make you cum again and again, baby.”

“We,” Suguru butts in and leaves a punishing spank to your pussy as if you were the one who forgot about him. 

You whine over the pleasurable pain, legs twitching against Satoru’s hips as they attempt to close and hide your sensitive sex. 

“Now cum for us, love, cream all over Satoru’s pretty cock. I know you want to,” Suguru whispers the words into your ear. Your head lolls back against his shoulder, your mouth falling slack as moans pour from your lips and your hips rock against Satoru’s. The blissful feeling of weightlessness, the tingling coursing through your body, and your pussy making a mess around Satoru’s cock is pure heaven.

Satoru accepts defeat the moment you cum. God, two weeks without you really put a quick end to his performance, he must shamefully admit. How you tighten around his cock is simply too fucking satisfying to not pump you full with his load. He chuckles softly, shaking his head before a deep moan rumbles in his chest, forcefully smacking his hips against yours while seeking Suguru’s lips once more—Satoru always needs to kiss one of you whenever he cums.

The kiss is nothing but sloppy, saliva dribbles down Satoru’s chin as he shallowly thrusts inside you.The tiny moans and murmurs of his name coming from you are nothing but praise to him. “Your pussy’s too good, sweetie,” Satoru breathes. “How am I supposed to not pump you full of my cum when you hold on to me like that?” his body goes limp on top of yours, successfully caging you between the two men. 

“I’m sorry, Satoru,” you whisper and actually sound guilty. Suguru can’t help but laug upon your words while he plays with ivory hair. “Don’t apologise, you know he talks big but can’t keep up.”

“Suguru!” you and Satoru say simultaneously, to which Geto only groans in reply as his head falls back against the pillow. Not ready to tackle you both at once one more time. 

“For your information, I fuck her just right. Correct, baby?” Satoru peeks up at you, his soft eyes telling the tale of just how much he needs your praise. 

Your whisper of “You’re perfect,” as you gently cradle his cheek brings his signature grin to Gojo’s lips, and he returns to resting his head on your chest as his eyes fall shut. 

Yet the comfortable silence gets interrupted by the man behind you. “So… when is it my turn?” Suguru quietly asks. To which you clench around Satoru’s softening cock and the latter chokes on his breath, causing your cute giggle to fill the space. . 

“Ah-, always so impatient, Suguru,” Gojo murmurs, yet hisses as soon as Geto tugs on his roots in return, the promising warning of “Don’t make me shut you up,” too delicious for Gojo to not lick his lips.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[syoounn]

~ Their Reactions not giving them physical affection.

~ Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Sigma

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"Belllaaaa~"

He said, begging and pleading at you he was looking at you with those puppy eyes of his as you continue to ignore him.

Dazai whimpers as you’re starting to ignore him. At this point, he has no other choice than to pout and plead. He buries his head against the pillow and speaks with a pouty voice.

“Come onnnn…. You’re not gonna break and feel bad for me? Maybe even forgive me? I mean, I’m love of your life, right?"

You sigh.. "If you haven't touched that cake, you wouldn't be in this situation." you said.

“Please, please, please…. Just come cuddle with me… I can handle any punishment you give me, anything… but not denial of physical affection…”

"No means no." You said and got back the attention to the book.

Dazai’s frown deepens further when you continue to deny him. The words ‘no means no’ are the absolute worst thing you could’ve said to him right now.

His arms slowly let go of yours, and he folds his, folding his arms and turning in the opposite direction of you. His voice now has a more cold but also pouty tone to it as he mumbles.

“Fine… but you’ll come to regret denying me….”

As you felt your eyelids getting heavy.. you closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep, still holding the book. Dazai looks over towards you and notices that you look like you’re fast asleep, still trying to uphold the pouty behaviour. He lets out a soft sigh before he reaches to wrap his arms around you and pulls you closer. After this, he buries his face into your neck, enjoying the warmth of your skin.

A light chuckle then escapes his lips as he decides to be mischievous and kisses your neck softly.

Dazai decides to continue this behaviour, continuing to kiss and nibble your neck and hold you close as the silence fills the room. The only other sounds that accompany the moment are the light snores from you as well as the soft breathing coming from himself. He’s now content and no longer pouting.

You ended up having hickeys this morning.

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You were busy handling papers... as Chuuya looks at you as he's saying it's time for you two to cuddle.

"Can't cuddle right now, Chuu.. need to finish this... you can sleep first." You said as returning your attention back to the papers.

Chuuya looks slightly disappointed but accepts it. He sighs a little.

“Fine. I’ll just... lie here.”

He puts his arms over you anyway, not expecting much more than being allowed to hold you in his grasp.

He remains quiet, staring up at the ceiling. He glances at you for a moment before turning his gaze back towards the ceiling. You notice that his muscles are noticeably tensing, his jaw clenched. As if he’s trying to hold himself back from something.

“You know what, screw it. If you’re gonna stay up all goddamn night, I’ll stay up with you. There’s no way that I can sleep while you’re still up.”

He shifts toward your direction and pulls you to the bed so that he’s lying close beside you. One of his arms wraps around you as he turns the lights off. His voice is soft in the darkness, but you can sense that he must be in a bad mood. You don't need to see the frown on his face to know that.

"I was not done yet!" You said protesting.

"Too bad. You need to get some rest, and I'll see to it that you do." His tone of voice is sharp and short, but at the same time, you detect a touch of concern.

Chuuya gently pulls you closer and settles you onto his chest. The faint smell of his cologne, expensive wine, and sweat radiates off his skin. The rhythm of his heartbeat is steady and slow. He's clearly trying hard to be patient, but his agitation is barely contained. The tension is palpable.

"I'll make you tired whether you want it or not."

His embrace tightens as he begins to stroke your hair gently. His hand slides up and down your head, the friction of his fingers running through your hair being strangely soothing. Every time his hand goes across your hair, it's like another wave of tiredness washes over you, making it increasingly harder to keep your eyes open.

As you can't keep your eyes open , you eventually dozed off and ended up panicking about the papers the next day. However.. it was worth it.

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You don't really see any reason for him to be getting declined for physical affection or.. until you ask him...

"Hmm.. how would you react having no cuddles and kisses?"

He raises an eyebrow, but a small smirk forms on his lips as he reaches for you and pulls you close, kissing your forehead and stroking your hair gently. "You do realise you could ask for affection like I am your lover, instead of asking an open-ended question with the intent to start a debate?"

Despite the words, Fyodor remains calm and collected as he runs his fingers through your soft hair. "I trust the absence of physical contact was what you were insinuating?"

"I-..I was just asking.." You said.

Again, he lets out a soft hum. Very well. I'll answer, even though I find the question in itself quite strange. "Would I be upset with no cuddles or kisses? Of course not. I don't require such acts to be satisfied."

Fyodor's voice now holds a certain tone of amusement. "Now, is your curiosity sated?" He pulls you close again, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead once more.

You nodded in response..

Fyodor chuckles softly. Then, I shall continue to be affectionate. "Now, let me ask you something, dear. Would you rather spend your nights without my warm embrace?" His voice holds a certain degree of teasing, but there's a note of seriousness to it, his deep eyes locking with yours.

"No..! Of course not..!"

His smile grows wider as he continues to stroke your hair. "Then you shall not be without it." He pulls you closer, planting another peck on your forehead and then on your lips. You melt on his little kiss as you glad to ask about that.

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Both of you are just relaxing at the couch as Nikolai is always asking you these quizzes.. and of course.. you wanna make it a little hard for him.

“Alright~”

Nikolai grins as he adjusts himself to sit up properly, hands behind his back. He looks at you with curious intensity in his eyes.

“Okay…. First question!”

His grin widens even further as he waits for you to give him a nod to start.

"Oh.. if i got it right.. you won't get cuddles and kisses, " you said..

“And if you get it wrong?”

Nikolai asks, smirking as he waits for you to answer his question. He already knows what you’re gonna choose, but it’s just a matter of seeing if you’ll fall for one of his trap questions he’ll put in later.

"You'll get one.."

“Okay then, I’ll kiss and cuddle you if you get it wrong~”

He states."The question is ‘is the sky blue?’ What will you choose, yes or no~?"

"It's light blue." You said correctly.

“Oh~”

Nikolai says playfully, pretending to be surprised by your answer. He seems amused by the fact that you specified ‘light’ blue instead of saying just… blue.

“But that’s right, so you guessed correctly~"

He says, smiling at you flirtatiously as he wiggles closer to you. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer and closer to his lap.

“I guess I gotta kiss and cuddle you.”

Before you could even do that, you stopped him and smiled..

"I got it right.. so no kisses and cuddles.."

“But I said I’ll give those to you if you guessed correctly—

Nikolai grumbles, playing along with the charade while still smiling playfully at you. He lets out a few chuckles as he rests his hands on your hips and moves his head over yours. You can tell from his gaze just how much he enjoys playing with you instead of being serious.

“No fair~”

“Hm…" well then…”

Nikolai leans in closer so he’s right inches away from your face.

“I guess I’ll have to just…”

He says before suddenly he leans in a tiny bit more, almost as if he’s about to kiss you. He keeps getting closer and closer until his nose is almost touching your lips.

As Nikolai pulls his head away from yours, he laughs. He notices that his little joke worked and that you really did get flustered by his fake, almost kiss. He couldn’t help but feel pleased about your reaction.

He smiles mischievously and leans in to actually kiss you on the lips that time. Only this time, it’s a proper full-on smooch. His lips are soft and tender as they linger on yours.

Nikolai slowly pulls back once more, taking in the moment and your panting breaths while you’re left a flustered mess. He giggles at your reaction once more and snickers while watching you try to gather yourself back together. He can’t help himself but kiss you again, lingering his lips on yours for an extended period of time. Nikolai doesn’t want to end this, not yet. He enjoys seeing you so flustered and red.

And now.. you've ended up being overly showered with kisses.

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Sigma has been spending too much time at the Casino again. And now you’re being all pouty and refused to give him cuddles.

He then let out a deep breath, seeing you all pouty and refusing to give him cuddles. He couldn’t help but have his soft, loving eyes widen a bit, thinking how could you be so incredibly adorable. He then slowly walked over to you. “My love…?” He then reached out slowly to wrap his arms around you, hoping to get you to smile again.

As you still didn’t reply or smile back to him, he then started looking at you even more intently. He then started hugging you tightly, trying his best to make you feel comfortable.

He didn’t know what to do as he couldn’t remember what triggered your pouty look, and he couldn’t bear the thought of upsetting you.

He then started rubbing your back, trying to show his affection physically, and hoping this would ease the tension.

He then pulled away and started playing with your hair, looking into your eyes as he tilted his head out of curiosity to see if you were still going to remain stubborn enough to not smile at him. After playing with your hand for a few seconds, he then gave it a soft kiss, hoping this would break the tension.

And you couldn't pretend to be mad at him anymore... you were melting and blushing from his touch as you just gave him a hug.

"I miss you..."

As you suddenly hugged him, all his worries instantly melted away, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly and not letting go. His mind then cleared itself of all thoughts, as he focused his attention on just feeling you in his arms.

He then started tracing circles on your back, while one hand remained holding on to yours. He then spoke softly as his other hand moved to the back of your head and started slowly stroking your hair. “I miss you too..”

You ended up clinging to him all night feeling guilty that you tried to ignore him and would never do that again, you mean.. how, can you ignore this adorable person?!

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[sttoru]

toji making suggestive comments towards reader infront of newborn megumi, then reader getting mad at him telling him to never do it again 😭😭

⟣ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff + suggestive themes. reader gets called ‘mama’.

“don’t start.”

you knew it — just by taking one glance at your husband from your seat at the couch — you knew toji was up to no good. his hands in the pockets of his shorts, eyes half lidded whilst checking you out and the corner of his lip curled up into a menacing grin; he was seconds away from making inappropriate comments about you, to you.

“ain’t said nothin’ yet.” toji shrugs, smirk still in place. he sits down next to you on the couch and looks down at the baby who was curled up on your chest.

it was an adorable picture; to see the mother of his child being so nurturing and caring, so loving and content. it was an every day sight, yet those mundane moments intensified the urge to take you to the bedroom and shower you with his. . . affection.

megumi babbles something in the meantime, his saliva creating a wet spot on your shirt — which you don’t mind since you’ve gotten used to it, “what is it, ‘gumi? hmm? cutie.”

you giggle and tickle your little son gently. your focus was entirely on him instead of toji, who had already snuck an arm around your waist by the time you realised the proximity. his breath tickled your ear;

“you look so fuckin’ sexy right now, mama.”

you gasp in response. not at the seductive and flirtatious words your husband had whispered, but rather at the fact that he cussed in front of megumi. you made it a household rule — to try and swear less in front of your child. and yet there toji goes, breaking that rule a week after its made.

“toji. what��d i say about cussing in front of your child?” you warn with a glare, but that does nothing more than turn toji on more. he loved it when you bossed him around or had an attitude.

megumi’s babbles and coos had died down eventually. he was more engrossed by the way his parents were interacting in front of him. you didn’t seem as ‘happy’ with toji’s words, however, and that made the emergency alarms in the little baby’s head go off;

“bwah! bwah!” megumi’s smacks toji’s thigh with his tiny hand. the impact wasn’t rough, but the sound of the slap on toji’s bare skin sure made it seem like it was.

you grin as megumi comes to your ‘rescue’. the small slaps didn’t seem to stop until toji gave up and defeatedly redrew from you—scooting just a few inches away from his son and wife.

“got what you deserved.” you lightheartedly comment to your husband. megumi didn’t seem to stop there; the kid sticks his tongue out towards his father’s direction for a split second—rubbing salt into the wound.

“watch it, megumi. i’ll fight ya if it means i get y’r mommy’s attention.” the dark-haired man jokes with a smirk tugging at his lips, his fist gently and carefully making contact with megumi’s chubby cheek. the little boy huffs and instantly tries to nibble onto toji’s knuckles, which was incredibly adorable.

“oh-ho? seems like i finally have an opponent worth fighting. .” toji comments before lifting his hands up in the air, fingers bent at the knuckles, teeth bared — re-enacting a scary monster creature of some kind,

you watch the two with amusement; megumi wasn’t backing down at all and was flailing his arms in the air as toji slowly approaches him again, making tiny noises in protest. your husband was also making some noises, though less. . . cute. his were more growling like—it showed the dedication to his role, at least.

“got’cha! c’mere,” toji grins as he suddenly grabs and lifts megumi up in the air; putting him in air-jail as he likes to call it. the baby kicks and squeals, trying its best to get out, “now—are ya gonna let me show mama some affection or should we do this the hard way?”

megumi protests once more like he actually knows what was said to him and kicks his legs frantically, causing both toji and you to laugh at your baby’s antics.

you sat back and watch the two go back and forth like that for a good while, enjoying the moment. you felt all giddy seeing them interact and wanted nothing more than to kiss and cuddle with both.

and of course, you wished that precious moments like these would never come to an end any tjme soon.

[cho-aaacho]

Jealousy isn't really your style, is it?

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Characters : Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, and Choso.

Gojo Satoru

He becomes increasingly silent—too silent until you can't detect his emotion. His appetite vanished as waves of jealousy showered on his mind. You don't even notice that at first, thinking he might be tired from work.

However, as the sun goes down to the horizon and is replaced by the moonlight, his smile fades whenever your eyes meet his. He refrains from calling you endearing nicknames, skips the usual sensual morning kiss, and avoids his favorite cookies. When you suggest playing video games, Gojo simply groans and leaves you alone.

What's happening to him? Did you hurt your sweetheart? No. Until the sky falls, you don't have a heart to hurt your sweetheart.

You can't let the stillness linger; you can't leave everything unresolved. It's so hurtful, to be honest. Why would Gojo be so selfish like this? You need to find out what's going on with your little sweetheart.

That night, Gojo stood in his favorite spot within the apartment, drowning in the beautiful goldfish in the aquarium. Golden and yellow, reflected in his eyes like sunflower petals.

He gently tapped his finger on the aquarium's glass, making the whole atmosphere feel so cold. Gojo seemed unusually relaxed, in contrast to the person he once was. 

"I know I might come off as a boring and annoying man. People often say that, and I usually don't care about it at all because I understand it's not important. But when it comes from you—please... I don't want to hear that."

You do not quite understand what he means, but Gojo appears deeply hurt. His azure eyes, his words, his breath, the cologne he uses this time, the way he gazes at you—something feels off and unplaced.

This is the first time you've seen him so blue and so pained that the warmth in his lovely presence is almost undetectable. Everything is gone.

"Hey, I'm not sure if you've noticed, but it hurts me when you smile at other guys. I want you to be mine, and only mine, and no one else. Please don't do that again, because you're irreplaceable. If I lose you, I can't find another like you."

Geto Suguru 

At first, he doesn't show his jealousy because Geto is the sweetest.

However, there comes a moment when he becomes more affectionate—increased physical touch, frequent kisses, hugs, showering you with praise, texting you almost every hour.

And when he does these things, he always leaves a sarcastic comment like, "I'm a better man, aren't I?" or "Can you see how much I care about you more than anyone else?"

and "I hope you're not blind enough to understand my affection."

also "I know you're not stupid enough to leave me alone. Because I hate being a loner."

It's somewhat annoying because Geto rarely behaves like this. It's simply... so strange, leaving you confused about whether it's a prank by the twins, if something horrible has hit him, or maybe he is too much into reading a weird romantic novel.

That morning, when you are sleeping on his lap, feeling his love, warmth, and kindness, he delicately traces his fingertips across your cheeks, down to your jawline, then meanders to your nose, pinching it gently, leaving a small chuckle before circling back to playfully tease the contour of your lips.

He leaned closer, sealing a gentle kiss on the nose tip and moving before grazing your lips with a small nibble. "Did Satoru ever kiss you like this? I doubt he has done this to you."

Your eyes fluttered open, confusion etching your expression. "What do you mean, Suguru-kun?"

He sighed. "Don't think I haven't noticed, cutie. I may not match Satoru's strength, but I'm not stupid. What were you up to with him last week? You seemed quite charmed with him, didn't you?"

He added. "Should I end both of you, so he can't have you and you can't have him? But I lack the heart to harm you, sweet love. Stop talking with that man. Because I hate sharing my love with someone else."

Nanami Kento

A tough man, he doesn't even realize if jealousy is starting to invade him; perhaps you might label it as denial. 

He puts on a facade that everything is fine, brushing off any concerns by assuming them to be mere imagination or work-induced stress.

No, you didn't cheat or talk with another man. You're always a nice woman to Nanami Kento, and of course, never in your wildest dreams will you hurt your man. 

However, a weird sensation starts to trouble him the next day when his coworkers engage in silly gossip about him and you. 

Whispers float behind him, dripping with a sarcastic tone like, "How could a good woman like her date someone like Nanami-san? He's so boring."

and someone chimes in. "Yeah, I heard she dumped Gojo-san and went with him; why does she think like that?"

From that moment onward, everything feels upside down.

Each day, each time, every time he sees your face, catches your gaze, and hears your voice echoing in his ears, all of these hurt him. 

He feels like he doesn't deserve you and thinks that perhaps you can find another guy, someone special, someplace that would make you safe and happy, someone who could make you feel at home whenever you run to them. 

And that man is not me.

"I realize I might not be as caring as other men, or perhaps I come off as too boring for someone like you. Honestly, I don't wish for your kindness to be shared with anyone else—even a fleeting smile from you stirs a deep ache within me. Maybe it's an obsession, but if you allow me to share my jealousy, I don't want you to meet that guy, Gojo Satoru. For heaven's sake, I fear losing all control and ending up hurting you. I love you." 

Fushiguro Megumi

Honestly, his anger management is the worst. There are scenes when he appears calm, collected, and cute, but, again, it's merely a facade he is creating, especially in your presence. 

When the flames of jealousy shower on Megumi, flirting with his life, everything transforms into a hellish field.

He loses his temper and becomes easily offended whenever Yuuji attempts to engage in conversation with him, roasting everyone in sight. The situation continues until Maki beats him and tells him how annoying he is.

He has a terrible urge to throw punches at everyone, driven by the need to tell them that you belong to him. He needs to make it clear that you're already committed to someone else and that your heart is sealed with Fushiguro Megumi. Only with that man and no one else.

His intention is not just to show his obsession but also to dissuade others from bothering both of you. He longs to compel them to kneel, satisfying his fleeting sense of pride.

It's pretty hilarious because whenever Gojo catches wind of it, he bursts into laughter and playfully teases Megumi all day. Well, it's natural for anyone to have jealousy within them, but... doesn't Megumi take it a bit too far?

You've observed this pattern and tried to convince your dear boyfriend that everything around him is just his imagination. He shouldn't be worrying, and he just hurts himself by treating people like that.

Yet, Megumi is Megumi.

"I don't think I'm overreacting to this. When I'm upset, I express it openly. It's frustrating when people assume I'm obsessed with you—I'm not. I just don't want you to get involved with someone who isn't worth it for you. I fear you'll end up hurt. You can choose me; I can prove not only to you but to everyone that I am the one who truly deserves you."

Choso

Choso isn't typically the jealous type, but when he notices a certain closeness between you and his brothers, everything changes. 

He genuinely cares for his brothers, going to great lengths to ensure their happiness and love. He values the bond you share with his brothers and cherishes the love and affection you have for each other.

However...

It's hard for him to put it into words. Everything is stuck in his throat and sealed inside his head. 

Every time he sees you with his brothers blossoming an indescribable feeling within him, it's a burning sensation that's hard to bear. The flame is starting to burn him alive.

The way you share meals with them or laugh at their jokes—all of these irritate him to the point that they make his heart beat so fast. Choso is aware that these emotions are too complicated; he can't hate his brothers, but the heart has a way of contradicting logic. 

How could God put love in his heart?

He fondly recalls the first snow you experienced together, the gentle embrace of summer against his skin, and the golden glow of spring's sun. 

But he still wonders when he falls in love with you. Maybe since the first time he met you? Or else?

"I find immense joy in sharing my time and days with you. My brothers seem to love you as well. Everything about you is beautiful, and I cherish the moments we share. I fear losing you and our precious time; that's why I act this way when you're with them. I want to be the one you choose."

[insidekatmind]

Our little pet~Hwang In Ho, Cho Sang Woo, Masked officer and Hwang Jun ho

Wearning: +18,smut, age-gap.

Request: yes!

You wake up in the accommodation they gave you, still wrapped in the strange feeling of belonging that you have accepted over the past few days. It has been a strange and disturbing journey, but also strangely comforting. You have been taken under the wing of those who until recently had seemed only mysterious and menacing figures.

The Masked Officer, with his enigmatic but reassuring presence, is next to you. The tone of his voice is softer when he speaks to you. Next to him, there were also Sang-woo and Jun-ho. Both seem to have grown fond of you, finding every possible opportunity to be close to you and offer you sincere and possessive affection.

"Are you okay?" asks Sang-woo, his voice warm. He caresses your shoulder gently, almost forgetting the role he should have in that merciless place.

"Yes, everything is fine," you reply, letting yourself go into that moment of calm.

Jun-ho sits down next to you and, with a careful but thoughtful gesture, hands you a warm drink. “You should relax. It’s going to be a long day.”

You nod, slowly sipping the comforting liquid. You don’t know how they broke down your defenses so easily, but by now you’ve accepted that they belong to you, and you belong to them.

The Frontman is busy talking to other guards, issuing orders with his firm and authoritative voice. You observe the scene from afar, surrounded by the reassuring presence of The Masked Officer, Sang-woo and Jun-ho. Their attentions are constant, a constant protection that makes you feel safe in a world where safety seems a distant concept.

Finally, the Frontman finishes his speech and approaches you. His stride is firm, yet you notice a hint of sweetness in his eyes when his gaze falls on you.

The Frontman's gaze lingers on you as he approaches, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good morning, my dear," he says, his voice warm and gentle. "I trust you slept well?"

He sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. "You look beautiful, as always," he murmurs, his fingers trailing down your cheek.

Sangwoo's hand tightens slightly on your shoulder, a possessive gesture that doesn't go unnoticed by the Frontman. "And it seems our little pet is well taken care of," he observes, his eyes flicking between the three men surrounding you.

You smiled and cuddled in between Sang woo and Jun ho. The Frontman's smile widens at the sight of you cuddled between Sangwoo and Junho. "It's good to see you so comfortable with them," he says, his voice warm with approval. "They've grown quite fond of you, haven't they?"

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "And I must say, I'm rather fond of you myself," he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. "You've brought a certain... warmth to our little group."

Sangwoo's arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "She's perfect," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.

Junho nods in agreement, his hand resting possessively on your knee. "She's ours now," he says, his voice a low, possessive growl. "No one else can have her."

The Frontman chuckles softly, his hand squeezing your thigh gently. "Indeed," he agrees, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Our little pet belongs to us, and us alone."

He leans back, his gaze sweeping over the four of you. "I must say, I'm quite pleased with how things have turned out," he muses. "You've all formed quite the... family, haven't you?"

His smile turns wicked, a hint of his true nature shining through.

The masked officer smiles and nibbles your neck. "How about a little fun before we get to the games?" the masked officer mutters, touching your breast.

The Frontman's eyes darken with desire at the Masked Officer's suggestion. "I like the way you think," he says, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Why don't we take our little pet back to my quarters? I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves before the games begin."

Sangwoo's hand slides up from your waist to cup your breast, his thumb brushing against your nipple. "I'm always up for a little fun," he murmurs, his voice husky with arousal.

Junho's grip on your knee tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Let's go," he says, his voice strained with desire. "I can't wait to get my hands on her again."

The Masked Officer's teeth nip at your neck, his hand squeezing your breast possessively.

The Frontman's eyes gleam with satisfaction at your moan, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "That's our girl," he murmurs, his hand sliding up your thigh. "Always so responsive to our touch."

Sangwoo's thumb circles your nipple, his touch gentle yet firm. "She's so beautiful when she's turned on," he observes, his voice filled with admiration. "I could watch her all day."

Junho's hand moves from your knee to your inner thigh, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin. "Let's take her back to my room," he suggests, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I want to hear her scream my name."

The Masked Officer's teeth scrape against your neck, his hand squeezing your breast roughly. "I want to see her fall apart," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I want to watch her come undone beneath us."

The Frontman stands, offering you his hand. "Come, my dear," he says, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Let's retire to my quarters. I have a feeling it's going to be a very... pleasurable morning."

Sangwoo and Junho rise as well, their eyes never leaving your body as they wait for you to stand. The Masked Officer's hand slides down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he guides you towards the door.

As you walk, the guards' hands roam over your body possessively, their touches leaving you tingling with anticipation. The Frontman leads you through the corridors, his stride confident and commanding. Finally, you arrive at a large, ornate door, which he pushes open to reveal a lavish bedroom.

The room is dominated by a massive fourposter bed, draped in rich, red velvet. Candles flicker on every surface, casting a warm, inviting glow.

The Frontman turns to face you, his eyes burning with desire. "Welcome to my private quarters," he says, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "This is where we'll be spending the next few hours... entertaining ourselves."

He gestures to the bed, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Gentlemen, if you would please... undress our little pet for me."

Sangwoo and Junho step forward, their hands already reaching for your clothes. The Masked Officer stands back, his eyes fixed on you as he watches the scene unfold.

Slowly, carefully, the two men strip you bare, their fingers brushing against your skin with each article of clothing they remove.

As your clothes fall away, the Frontman's gaze rakes over your naked form, his eyes darkening with lust. "Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Simply beautiful."

Junho's hands slide up your sides, his thumbs brushing against the underside of your breasts. "So perfect," he agrees, his voice a low, possessive growl.

Sangwoo's fingers trail down your stomach, his touch featherlight. "I could spend hours just looking at her," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "She's like a work of art."

The Masked Officer steps forward, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "And she's all ours,"You smiled and kissed the masked officer.

The Masked Officer's breath hitches as your lips meet his, his eyes fluttering. For a moment, he seems almost vulnerable, caught off guard by the gentle gesture.

But then he snaps back to his usual dominant self, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck, gripping tightly. He deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth possessively.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes are blazing with desire. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I like that."

The Frontman chuckles, a wicked glint in his eye. "Our pet is quite the affectionate one," he observes, his gaze sweeping over you. "I think she deserves a reward for her enthusiasm."

He turns to the other two guards. "Junho, Sangwoo, why don't you two show our little pet just how much we appreciate her?"

Junho and Sangwoo exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, with a predatory grin, Junho steps forward, his hands reaching for your hips.

"With pleasure," he growls, pulling you flush against him. His lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth with a hunger that steals your breath.

Meanwhile, Sangwoo's hands slide up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair. He tugs your head back, exposing your neck to him. His lips trail along your pulse point, his teeth grazing against your skin.

The Masked Officer watches with a satisfied smirk, his eyes never leaving your face. The Frontman leans against the bedpost, his arms crossed over his chest, a look of smug pride on his face.

You're caught between them, Junho's kiss stealing your breath and Sangwoo's lips leaving trails of fire on your neck. The Masked Officer's gaze burns into you, his eyes filled with dark promise. The Frontman's smug smile only adds to the intensity of the moment.

Junho's hands roam your body, his touch possessive and demanding. Sangwoo's fingers tighten in your hair, holding you in place as he marks your neck with his teeth. Together, they overwhelm your senses, drowning you in pleasure and desire.

Suddenly, Junho lifts you, his hands gripping your thighs as he wraps your legs around his waist. Sangwoo takes the opportunity to explore further, his lips trailing down to your breasts, his tongue circling your nipple before drawing it into his mouth.

Junho carries you to the bed, laying you down gently. He crawls over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he settles between your legs. Sangwoo follows, kneeling beside you, his hand still playing with your breast.

The Masked Officer approaches the bed, a wicked glint in his eye. He climbs onto the mattress, his hand reaching out to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Open your mouth, pet," he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

As you obey, the Frontman moves to the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Take him deep, little one. Show us how well you can please us."

Junho's length presses against your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds. Sangwoo's fingers pinch and twist your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. The Masked Officer's length slides past your lips, his taste flooding your mouth.

You moan around the Masked Officer's length as Junho pushes into you, his thickness stretching you deliciously. Sangwoo's fingers continue their torturous teasing of your nipple, the pleasurepain sending shockwaves through your body.

The Masked Officer's grip on your chin tightens as he begins to thrust, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "That's it, pet," he murmurs, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take my cock like a good girl."

Junho's thrusts are slow and deep, each movement designed to draw out your pleasure. His lips brush against your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You feel so good," he groans, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "So tight, so perfect."

Sangwoo leans down, his lips closing around your other nipple. He sucks hard, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh.

In the meantime you look at the frontman and bring your hand to his crotch and touch him. The Frontman's eyes widen slightly in surprise as your hand reaches for him, a flicker of approval crossing his face. He leans into your touch, his hips pressing forward slightly.

"That's it, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Show me how much you want to please me."

His hand reaches out, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides your head back to the Masked Officer's length. "Keep sucking, pet," he commands, his voice firm yet gentle. "I want to see you take him deep while you touch me."

Junho's thrusts become more insistent, his hips snapping forward with increasing urgency. "Fuck, she's so tight," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "I can feel every inch of her."

Sangwoo's mouth leaves your nipple with a pop, his hand replacing his lips as he squeezes the tender flesh. "She's perfect," he agrees, his voice husky with desire.

You continue to stroke the Frontman's length through his pants, feeling it harden under your touch. Meanwhile, you take the Masked Officer deeper into your mouth, relaxing your throat to accommodate his size.

The Frontman's fingers tighten in your hair, his hips rolling against your hand. "Just like that," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Keep touching me, pet. Make me feel good."

Junho's thrusts become erratic, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm getting close," he warns, his voice a low, guttural growl. "Fuck, I'm going to come."

Sangwoo's hand squeezes your breast painfully, his fingers digging into your flesh. "Fill her up with your cum" he encourages, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

The Masked Officer's grip on your hair tightens, his hips thrusting forward as he nears his own release. "Take it all, pet," he commands, his voice strained with pleasure. "Swallow every drop."

With a final, brutal thrust, Junho buries himself deep inside you, his length pulsing as he releases his hot seed. "Fuck, yes!" he roars, his hips jerking against yours as he fills you with his cum.

Almost simultaneously, the Masked Officer's grip on your hair tightens to the point of pain, his length throbbing against your tongue as he finds his own release. "Swallow it all, pet," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure as he pumps his load down your throat.

The Frontman's hips buck against your hand, his length hardening even further beneath your touch. "That's it, my dear,"You try to unbutton the frontman's jeans.

The Frontman's eyes darken with desire as your fingers fumble with his jeans, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive purr.

He leans back slightly, giving you better access to his pants. "Go on then, pet," he encourages, his voice thick with anticipation. "Release me from these confines. Show me just how much you want me."

Junho and the Masked Officer watch with keen interest, their eyes fixed on your hands as you work to unbutton the Frontman's jeans. Sangwoo's hand slides down your stomach, his fingers teasing your folds, coated with Junho's release.

"Look at her, so desperate for him," he observes, his voice filled with amusement. "Our little pet is quite the greedy one, isn't she?"

The Frontman's jeans finally give way, his hard length springing free. He's long and thick, the tip already glistening with precum. "There we go," he murmurs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Much better."He reaches out, his hand gripping your chin firmly. "Now, pet, I want you to show me just how grateful you are," he commands, his eyes burning into yours. "Take my cock into your mouth and suck it like your life depends on it."

Junho's fingers slide through the mess between your legs, gathering some of his own release. He brings them to your lips, painting them with his essence. "Open up, pet,"You obediently open your mouth, allowing Junho's fingers to slide inside. You suck them clean, your tongue swirling around the digits as you savor his taste.

Meanwhile, you lean forward, wrapping your lips around the Frontman's length. You take him deep, your throat relaxing to accommodate his size. You begin to suck, your head bobbing up and down as you pleasure him.

The Masked Officer watches with a smug smile, his own length already hardening again. "Look at her, so skilled," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Our little pet is a natural at this."

Sangwoo's hand continues to explore your body, his fingers teasing your folds, slipping inside you occasionally. "She's so responsive," he observes, his voice filled with admiration. "I can feel her getting wetter by the second."

The Frontman's hand tightens in your hair, his hips thrusting forward as you suck him. "Fuck, yes," he groans, his voice strained with pleasure. "Just like that, pet. Take my cock deep."

Junho's fingers trailing down your neck and chest. He pinches your nipple hard, sending a jolt of painpleasure through you. "Look at her, so focused on pleasing him," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Our little slut loves having her mouth full, doesn't she?"

The Masked Officer moves closer, his length pressing against your cheek.

Sangwoo's hands grip your hips as he enters you from behind, his length sliding into your wet heat. "Fuck, she's so tight," he groans, his hips rolling against your backside.

Meanwhile, you jerk the Masked Officer's length, your hand moving in a steady rhythm. He grunts in approval, his hips thrusting forward to meet your strokes.

The Frontman's grip on your hair tightens, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "That's it, pet," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. "Keep sucking. Make me come in that pretty mouth of yours."

Junho's fingers twist your nipple painfully, his other hand sliding down to your clit.

Junho's fingers find your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a teasing touch. "Let's see how many times we can make her come," he suggests, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I bet she can take us all multiple times."

Sangwoo's thrusts become more forceful, his hips slamming against yours with brutal intensity. "I'm going to fill her up," he growls, his voice strained with pleasure. "I'm going to mark her as ours."

The Masked Officer's length throbs in your hand, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, I'm close," he warns, his hips jerking forward. "I'm going to come all over her face."

The Frontman's grip on your hair is almost painful, his thrusts erratic as he nears his own release. "That's it, pet,"The Frontman's length pulses in your mouth as he reaches his peak, his hot seed flooding your throat. "Swallow it all, pet," he commands, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take every drop."

Almost simultaneously, the Masked Officer's length throbs in your hand, his release coating your fingers and splattering across your face. "Fuck, yes!" he roars, his hips jerking forward as he comes undone.

Sangwoo's thrusts become erratic, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising. "I'm coming," he pants, his voice a low, guttural growl. "I'm filling her up."

Junho's fingers press against your clit, his touch firm and demanding. "Come for us, pet," he orders, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Show us how much you love being filled with our cum."

You moan with the frontman's cock in your mouth as you come. Your moan vibrates around the Frontman's length as your orgasm crashes over you, your body shaking with the intensity of it. "Fuck, yes!" the Frontman roars, his hips thrusting forward as he pumps his release into your mouth.

Junho's fingers continue to circle your clit, drawing out your pleasure as Sangwoo's length throbs inside you, filling you with his own hot seed. The Masked Officer watches with a smug smile, his own release dripping from your face.

As the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse onto the bed, your body spent and satisfied. The men surround you, their hands roaming over your skin possessively.

"That was incredible," the Frontman murmurs, his fingers tracing patterns on your stomach. "Our little pet is a true gem."

Junho nods in agreement, his hand squeezing your breast. "She's perfect," he says, his voice filled with admiration. "I can't wait to see what else she can do."

Sangwoo's hand slides down to your thigh, his fingers brushing against your folds. "She's so responsive," he observes, his voice husky with desire.

The Masked Officer leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "And the best part is, we get to keep her," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "She's ours now, forever and always."

The Frontman's hand slides up to your throat, his fingers wrapping around your neck in a gentle, yet dominant grip. "That's right, pet," he agrees, his voice a low, seductive purr. "You belong to us. Body, mind, and soul."

Junho's lips trail along your jaw, his teeth grazing against your skin. "We'll take care of you," he promises, his voice a low, possessive growl. "We'll give you everything you could ever want... as long as you obey us completely."

Sangwoo's hand squeezes your thigh, his fingers digging into your flesh. "You'll never want for anything again," he declares, his voice filled with sincerity. "We'll provide for you, protect you, and pleasure you in ways you've never imagined."

The Masked Officer's lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth possessively.

The Masked Officer's lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth possessively. The other men's hands continue to roam your body, their touches filled with a mix of tenderness and dominance.

As the kiss deepens, the Frontman's grip on your throat tightens slightly, a subtle reminder of who holds the power in this relationship. Junho's teeth sink into your neck, marking you as his. Sangwoo's fingers slide into your folds, stirring up the mess of cum already present.

When the Masked Officer finally pulls away, his eyes are dark with desire. "You're ours now, pet," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive rumble. "Forever and always. And we're going to make sure you never forget it."

[kaitlyn-imagines]

HI, for bg3 can i request headcanons for what kind of kisses gale, wyll, and karlach would give to their lover? 💗

UGH how is it possible that I want to kiss three people, all at once, all at the same TIMMMMMMMMME hahaha. Hope you enjoy ❤️

Gale Dekarios:

He’s a bit reserved and bashful on the subject at first—he doesn’t want to mess it up. He builds up all these expectations in his head about how to woo you and blow you away with a cinematic first kiss

But it grows frustrating, getting to the point where he’s denying himself at every opportunity because he’s waiting for the ‘perfect moment’.

His cheeks will heat up a bit as he tries to awkwardly navigate the situation. Asks you if you’re ‘sure about this’ like five times before you finally get fed up and just pull him into a kiss to shut him up

Ohhhh shit. Kicking himself that he put it off for so long, because heavens, you feel divine with your body pressed warm against him, your lips moving in tandem

He’s gentlemanly, giving you his affection in ways he finds both respectful and honorable.

He prefers to kiss you in moments you are alone together. For him, it’s as if kissing you is an act of delicate, intimate worship

He won’t typically go for public displays of affection, since he gets a bit embarrassed when people see or make teasing comments. The most he’ll do around other people is press his lips to your knuckles as he holds your hand, or give you a chaste kiss on the cheek

Once you’re alone though? He’s grown to be confident and sure. Kissing him is like a dance…tender and sensual, and always leaving you in anticipation for more, more…

He kisses you until you are nothing but a single mind, body, and soul, muttering words of praise wherever breath can be spared.

“Gods, you taste of the sweetest ambrosia—your lips the lotus petals from which I shall never recover.”

Wyll Ravengard:

With Wyll, the anticipation is just as good as the kiss itself. He’ll string you along with gentle caresses, close encounters, and delicately dance along the lines of flirtation with you

He drives you up the wall with these tedious ministrations, until you feel like you’re going mad. Wrapped around his finger, he’ll get you all hot and bothered with just the smallest of lingering touches along your forearm

Despite this beautiful torture…its worth the wait.

Your back pressed against the side of a boulder as he crowds you, one hand tangled in your hair as he guides you to his lips, kissing you in part both ferocious desire and soft reverence

He’s traditional in his ways of romance, wanting to court your properly and earnestly—this translates to his kisses as well.

He kisses you with such devotion, such unbridled emotion that its dizzying. It’s intense, and its raw, and its intimate. He’s incapable of loving, or kissing, you casually.

“Here, sharing your breath, I have seen just a glimpse of forever…” he’ll breath as he gently nibbles your kiss-swollen lips. “It is a dream I shall never desire to wake from.”

Karlach Cliffgate:

At first, kisses are light and quick—given her raised body temperature, she’s concerned about getting too excited and burning you on accident

She’ll opt for soft kisses against your hair, or anywhere that might be covered in layers of clothing to help better protect your skin

Once Dammon helps tune her engine and she can be touched safely without risk, she’s so much more eager and touchy-feely. She’d been holding herself back, and so now she’s taking FULL advantage of every opportunity to get her lips on you

Hot, passionate, and sensual kisses against a thick tree trunk. You’re a small distance away from the camp for privacy, and she’s lifting and grasping at you to get impossibly closer

She devours you like she wants to be able to taste you for days afterwards, and she’ll tell you as much, whispering and panting out her affections in between frenzied kisses

She can also be very playful with her affections, kissing your neck or your stomach so that it tickles and makes you laugh

Sometimes she’ll playfully nip at the tip of your nose or some other part of exposed skin

It’s a vicious cycle—she kisses you silly to make you laugh, but then your laugh is so beautiful a sound that she just wants to kiss you over and over to hear it again

Don’t be afraid to leave a few marks on her—she’ll love showing off every inch of skin your lips have touched

[cheeseborgorbord2]

Their Favorite Body Part ft. Arcane Women Pt. 2

afab, latina reader

*Men and Minors DNI*

Warnings: Brief sex mentioned

»Jinx's favorite body part is your ears. Strange, isn't it? She loves how you listen with them when she talks, even if she's yapping a bunch of nonsense. She occasionally nibbles your ears, too. She's always mesmerized by the earrings you wear and how they fit on your ears, especially when you wear your diamond hoops. Sometimes, she steals earrings from jewelry stores in Piltover and gives them to you.

"Jinx, I love you, but stop stealing earrings. I don't need a hundred pairs of them."

"But...they're shiny."

»Cassandra loves your left ring finger because that's where she put your ring on! Yes, you two are married. Every time she sees you, she gently kisses your knuckle, ring, and finger. You also have a mole birthmark on the right side of your ring finger, and she thinks it's special.

»Elora loves your left middle finger. It's the first finger that touches her lips when she kisses your hand and the finger that digs the most into her hair when she eats you out. She likes it when you playfully flip her off.

"That's not ladylike."

"Neither is eating your dessert [you] sloppy."

"Touché."

»Powder loves your stomach. She loves to slip under your shirt and lay her face on your warm stomach. She's obsessed with feeling your stomach rise and fall when you breathe. She can fall asleep in minutes. Her favorite thing is to wrap her arms around and rest her palms on your soft stomach. Sometimes she pictures a mini Powder growing in your belly. She would kiss your stomach every day if you two decide to try for a baby until they're born. But that's her little secret.

»Lest adores your nose. She loves leaving lipstick kisses on the tip of your nose. She also loves rubbing your noses together as a sign of affection. When she gets needy, she bumps her wet nose onto yours or licks the tip of your nose to wake you up. She loves it when you nuzzle your nose into her neck to smell her perfume.

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[eldizzle69]

“Biting your Tokyo debunkers boyfriend.”

masterlist

Including :: taiga, lyca, sho, Alan, haku

—Taiga Hoshibami

•so you have a death wish? /j

•if your dating he probably remembers you so he’s definitely gonna smile and tease you.

•he’ll bite you back but harder. Probably gonna draw blood.

“Gyahaha! You’re getting bold kitty cat!” Taiga laughed out and you froze in his arms. He had one arm wrapped around you as the two of you sat on the couch, and you of course couldn’t resist the urge to bite down on the fingers that hung out of the corner of your eyes.

“W-well I—“ you stammered and Taiga took your left hand into his own. You thought you’d have a cute moment, but then Taiga bit down hard on your ring finger, “Taiga! Ouch ouch!” You whined as you felt his sharp teeth dig into your skin.

“Till death do us part kitty cat,” Taiga grinned as he licked around the new wound on your ring finger.

—Lyca Colt

•bites you back

•one way wolves show affection is biting so more than likely he was already nibbling on you.

•sometimes you have to remind him to bite gently.

Soft giggles and laughter rung through the room and you and Luca laid on his bed in the Obscuary dorm. There was a mix of playful wrestling and affectionate action between the two of you.

With a sly grin on your face you leaned forward and bit down onto Lyca’s shoulder. The did even show a reaction, instead he also leaned forward and bit into your arm that was wrapped around him.

“Lyca! Gently!” You hissed as he bit down harder than you expected, making you wince. The half wolf who laid on you pouted, “you bit me first!”

“Yeah but not that hard!”

“Whatever…..”

—Shohei Haizono

•gives you a look but ultimately doesn’t say anything

•then you do it again and he teases you for it

•I feel like he thinks it’s funny, doesn’t mind

You had always admired Sho’s passion for cooking. You always offered a helping hand with his food truck and were more than happy to sit with him while he cooked up new recipes.

But today was different. You had a shitty day and wanted nothing more than to be held by your boyfriend arms, but he seemed to think that whatever he was cooking was more important.

With a huff you gently slid behind him and wrapped your arms around him. “Just a little longer— huh!?” You delivered a harsh chomp to his arm. Obviously you didn’t hurt him, it would take more than that.

“You couldn’t wait a little longer for the food—“

“I don’t care about the food Sho…”

Yes, your boyfriend could never deny you attention.

—Alan Mido

•just looks at you with surprised pikachu face

•he might warn you against doing it every now and then if he’s covered in car oil.

•it definitely doesn’t hurt him so keep biting he doesn’t mind as long as it’s you.

“Don’t.”

The instruction was simple, and firm all at the same time. You stopped mid bite, your teeth hovering over your boyfriend’s arm.

“I’m dirty,” his voice came out in a deep rumble soon after seeing your pouty face. With another guff you simply leaned against Alan, “go shower so I can bite you.”

“…..okay.” who was he to say no?

—Haku Kusanagi

•is caught off guard and shocked then he laughs and says something about not being a chew Toy

•I feel like Haku probably likes it tbh

•idk i just think that he thinks it’s cute.

Snuggling with Haku was a favorite pastime of yours. Heck it might have been your favorite pastime.

But you wanna know what was the best about cuddling with Haku? His arm wrapped around you, holding you, and tempting you.

So with very little restraint you decided to bit down on his arm, making him wince and lift his head to look at you fully.

“I’m not a chew toy,” he muttered and moved himself to lay on you further. He situated his face against your neck, limiting your mobility so you couldn’t bite him.

“You’re no fun…”

[thirteenheavens]

The8 with inexperienced reader, he would definitely take his time to make reader feel good please write about this

Notes: god anon hed be so precious thanks for requesting

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You and Minghao were lying in bed, cuddling after a long day. Minghao looked at you with a mix of affection and nervousness. "Y-N," he said softly, "can I ask you something?" You looked up at him, sensing the seriousness in his tone. "Of course, Hao. What is it?" Minghao took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I know we've been together for a while now, and we've never really talked about... you know, sex."

You nodded, understanding where he was going with this. "Yeah, we haven't," you replied, a hint of shyness in your voice. "Is there something you want to talk about?" Minghao fidgeted with the sheets, avoiding eye contact for a moment before looking at you again. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately," he confessed. "I want to make love to you, Y-N." You felt a flutter in your chest at his words, but also a hint of nervousness. You knew that Minghao was your first boyfriend, and the thought of taking that step with him was both exciting and intimidating.

"I want to make love to you too," you said softly, reaching out to caress his cheek. "But I'm a bit nervous." Minghao smiled gently and placed his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers. "I understand," he said, his voice soothing. "I'm a bit nervous too, to be honest. I don't want to rush into anything and make you uncomfortable." He pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. "We can take things slow," he reassured you. "We'll go at your pace, and I'll make sure to take care of you."

Minghao held you tightly, his body warm against yours. "We can start with something simple," he suggested. "Maybe some kissing and touching first, to get used to each other's bodies." He began to place soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and neck, his hands gently exploring your curves. "Is this okay?" he whispered. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Minghao's lips on your skin. You let out a small sigh of contentment, feeling more comfortable with each passing moment.

"Yes," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "It feels good." You began to explore his body as well, running your hands over his chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. Minghao hummed in approval as you touched him, his breath hitching slightly. He moved his lips to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking gently on the sensitive skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin. "I can't believe I get to touch you like this." He slipped his hand under your shirt, his fingers tracing circles on your stomach. You arched your back slightly as Minghao's fingers continued to roam your body, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You could feel yourself getting more aroused, your breaths becoming shallower.

Minghao noticed your reaction and smiled, his eyes darkening with desire. "You're getting worked up, aren't you?" he teased, his hand moving higher up your body. Minghao noticed the nervousness in your smile and paused, looking at you with concern. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently. "We can stop if you're uncomfortable." He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I don't want to push you too far."

You shook your head, your smile growing more confident. "No, I'm okay," you reassured him. "I want this. I just need to get used to it, that's all." You took a deep breath and placed your hand over his, guiding it up to your chest. "Touch me more," you whispered. Minghao's eyes widened in surprise at your boldness, but he quickly regained his composure and smirked. "As you wish," he said, his voice low and seductive.

He moved his hand to your breast, gently squeezing it through your bra. He watched your face closely, gauging your reaction as he continued to touch you. You let out a soft moan as Minghao massaged your breast, your body responding to his touch. You could feel yourself growing wetter, the ache between your legs becoming more insistent.

"You're so sensitive," Minghao murmured, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "I love how responsive you are." Minghao's hand continued to explore your body, his touch growing more deliberate as he whispered in your ear. "Y-N," he said, his voice huskier than before. "I have an idea."

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes clouded with desire. "What is it?" you asked, your voice shaky. Minghao smirked again and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. "I was thinking... I could use my fingers on you," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach. Your breath hitched at his words, your body tensing in anticipation. You knew what he was implying, and the thought of it made you both nervous and excited.

"O-okay," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "I trust you." Minghao smiled, clearly pleased with your response. He gently pushed you onto your back and climbed on top of you, his body hovering over yours.

"Good girl," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "Just relax and let me take care of you." He slowly started to undress you, his hands moving with a confidence that belied his own nervousness. Once you were completely naked, Minghao took a moment to admire your body. His eyes roamed over your curves, taking in every inch of you.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice thick with desire. "Absolutely perfect." He began to kiss his way down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. Minghao's fingers trailed down your stomach and between your legs, gently spreading you open. He looked up at you, his eyes locking with yours as he spoke.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. You nodded, your heart racing in your chest. You were more than ready for him, your body aching for his touch. Minghao smiled and slowly slid a finger inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. He watched your face closely, gauging your reaction as he began to pump his finger in and out of you. You let out a moan, your back arching off the bed as Minghao's finger hit a particularly sensitive spot. He added another finger, stretching you further and causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his own arousal becoming more evident. "I can't wait to be inside you one day." Minghao continued to move his fingers inside you, his pace quickening as he watched you come undone beneath him. He loved the way you whimpered and writhed, your body responding so beautifully to his touch.

"You're doing so good," he praised, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing small circles over it. "You're taking my fingers so well." You managed to speak through your moans, your voice trembling with pleasure. "M-more," you begged, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "I need more." Minghao smirked at your request, clearly enjoying the way you were begging for him. He added a third finger, stretching you even further as he continued to pump them in and out of you.

"Greedy girl," he teased, his thumb still rubbing your clit. "You want me to make you come, don't you?" You nodded again, unable to form words as the pleasure built up inside you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation.

Minghao could sense it too, and he quickened his pace even more, his fingers curling inside you to hit your g-spot. "Cum for me," he commanded, his voice low and dominant. "Cum on my fingers." You couldn't hold back any longer, and with a cry of his name, you came hard, your body shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm washed over you. Minghao continued to work you through it, his fingers slowing down as you rode out your high. He watched you with a satisfied smile, his own arousal still evident.

"Good girl," he praised again, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. "You did so well." You lay there, panting and trembling, trying to catch your breath. You couldn't believe how intense your orgasm was, and you felt a mix of shock and satisfaction coursing through your body. Minghao chuckled at your expression, clearly amused by your reaction. "You look surprised," he teased, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Did I do a good job?"

You looked up at him, your eyes still clouded with pleasure. "Y-yes," you managed to say, your voice hoarse. "That was... incredible." Minghao smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his tone softer now.

[cozage]

Idk of your taking requests at the moment... but I had this in my head for God knows how long but how would the one piece men (law, zoro, and shanks mostly) react to cute aggression? Like you just randomly bite them or something or would they have cute aggression against you like they just randomly bite you instead

- hope I'm not asking for alot and no need to actually do this one I know you probably have 100 other requests

Characters: gn reader x Law, Zoro, Shanks Total word count: 475

Love Bites

Law

Law used to get annoyed with these random acts of gentle aggression. 

Physical touch is something he doesn’t do well with, so he found it more shocking than anything. 

Human affection also doesn’t make much sense to him, and most things you do confuse him honestly (that’s part of what intrigued him most at the beginning of your relationship). He tries to understand, but he doesn’t.

At first, those silly things were met with harsh glares and “What are you doing?” or “Please, Y/N. I’m in the middle of something. I don’t have time for games.”

But he got used to it, eventually not commenting on it at all. Just letting you do your thing. 

He found himself anticipating these small acts of loving aggression at some point, though he’s not sure when that switch happened. 

Now, if you time it right, you’ll get a soft hum or an amused chuckle out of him.

Zoro

Zoro is confused by this. He does not understand the purpose of this activity.

“What are you doing?!” he demands, jerking away from you. “I’m not some hunk of meat, regardless of what you and Luffy think!”

That makes you laugh. “I dunno, it’s just fun to do!”

He scowls at that. “Zoro” and “fun” have a hard time going together sometimes. 

Every time you do it, you can feel his stiffen beneath you, but he stops jerking away from it. Instead, he just laughs. “You’re a strange one,” he’ll say softly, often pairing it with a kiss.

One day he randomly bites you, just a quick little nibble that makes you jump.

“See!?!” he yelled. “It’s weird!”

Shanks

The moment you do it to him, he laughs a big hearty laugh. “If you want attention, dear, just say so.”

And that begins the ongoing love aggression war. Sometimes he knocks his head against yours as you lean against him, or he’ll take your hand and act like he’s going to kiss it, only to gently bite down on your fingers and cause you to shriek with laughter. 

He’ll go in for a kiss, and then blow a raspberry an inch away from your face. He's always finding new ammunition to use

“You started this!” he’ll always say, laughing along with you. 

You don’t give up that easily, of course. You’ll squeeze and pull at his cheeks, or pinch his arm and giggle as he jumps at the surprise touch. 

There is never a bad moment for you all to play these pranks on each other. In fact, the more serious the moment, the harder you guys laugh when one of you pulls it off. You’re both good sports about it, and the game is always something fun for you all to do in times of boredom.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (16) Knifeplay

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Playing cat and mouse with the infamous Black Widow was never a good idea. Especially when it meant you would be left wet and desperate.

Warnings/Tags: Enemies/Lovers, Knife Play, Dom Natasha, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Edging

Kinktober Masterlist

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, searching for a certain redhead assassin you were trying to escape from. Maybe, just maybe it wasn’t a good idea to piss off the infamous Black Widow during her mission, well the mission you just ruined. Straining your ears, you tried to listen for any sort of sound like a gentle footstep or a shallow breath, but you couldn’t hear anything.

“Gotcha,” she purrs into your ear, your body jumping at the presence but stilling immediately at the feeling of a blade pressed against your throat. A low chuckle tickled your ear, the sound sending a wave of arousal to in between your legs at the husky and seductive tone. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I wasn’t going anywhere…” The metal is pressed harder against the column of your throat at the lie, her front flush against your back, the feeling of her breasts pressing into you not helping with your untimely state of arousal.

“Oh really?” she teases, “So you weren’t running away then?” her mouth moves so her hot breath fans over your neck, lips ghosting the skin.

“No,” you sigh out, a shaky breath leaving you as she moves the blade to gently scrape your skin, “I wasn’t running away from anything.”

“Then what were you doing?” her mouth presses open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, her teeth occasionally nibbling on the skin as your chest rises and falls with each ragged breath.

“Perhaps I was running towards something instead,” you try to sound cocky and sarcastic, but she can hear the affected tone of your voice.

“But I thought you weren’t going anywhere?” she smirks against your skin, your mouth opening and closing, lost for words as you realise you’ve just screwed yourself over. “So, not only have you ruined my mission but you’ve also lied to me,” her tone drops an octave, and her face pulls back from your neck, her arm spinning you two around, so your backs pressed against a nearby wall, her body in front of you, hand still holding the knife to your throat. “It’s almost like you want to be punished, Kotenok.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Apologies aren’t going to get you anywhere tonight Dorogaya,” she moves closer to you, mouth ghosting yours, “So don’t even bother. All I want to hear is the sound of you moaning or begging me to let you come, you understand that Kotenok?” You nod your head as best you can, not wanting to already annoy her and speak. “Good girl,” she rasps out, pressing her lips to yours, tongue swiping over your bottom lip then sliding into your mouth, dominating it as her tongue explores your mouth. You groan lewdly into the sloppy kiss, your hands clenching by your sides as you know not to touch her until she gives you permission. “Now, let’s get you out of this,” her fingers deftly move so the knife slides under the collar of your shirt before tearing straight through it.

Natasha drags the knife down to the hem of your shirt, her ripping the fabric off at the end to expose your bra covered chest and abdomen completely. The knife returns to your neck, tilting your head up by pressing into the underside of your jaw, a red mark forming at the pressure of the metal. You're looking up at her now, her green eyes darkened with lust as she takes in your body, lips tugging into a smirk at how your chest tries to steady your breathing but to no avail.

“Are you going to be good for me Kotenok?” she whispers, leaning down to ghost her lips over yours once again, the knife trailing down your neck and sitting on your collar bones, the tip of the blade digging into your skin slightly, the pain and thrill sending a wave of pleasure through you, your panties well and truly soaked now. You nod your head at her question, eyes lost in the mere slithers of green in hers. She smiles at you before claiming your lips briefly, her mouth then moves to your neck, tongue soothing over the small scrape from the blade.

You whimper when you feel her move the knife once again, the tip now pressing against your bra as she circles your nipple with the sharp object. She teases your sensitive chest through your bra, the knife scratching against the fabric, her free hand moving behind your back to unclasp it. You help her take off the item quickly before stilling once again at the sensation of the cold metal on your chest. She traces along your breasts, then dragging the blade down the valley in between them before tapping each of your perk nipples with the tip.

“I bet your dripping for me right now,” she mutters against your neck, “Do you want me to fuck you Kotenok?”

“Please, I need you Natasha,” you moan out when the blade continues down your body, down over your abdomen then slipping into the waistband of your pants. You tilt your head down to look at her hands, watching how her fingers twirl the knife in a way to slice open your pants, her fingers then tugging the item down your legs.

“So wet,” she groans to herself, the knife playing with the waistband of your panties now. You feel her move the knife across the line of fabric, teasingly playing with the item of clothing before the sound of tearing fills your ears.

“Fuck,” you mutter, throwing your head back and letting it hit the wall, the blade now moving down to your core. “Nat,” your voice is shaky as you look at her, the thrill getting a little too much now. She notices the hesitant look in your eyes, tapping your clit with the blade twice before stabbing it into the wall near you, your breath hitching at the action.

“Tell me you want me,” she husks out, mouth back to yours as she looks into your dilated pupils.

“I need you,” you moan out, the feeling of her fingers sliding through your folds and gathering your wetness making you lean forward to rest your forehead against hers. “I want you to fuck me so bad, please make me come Nat,” your voice is laced with desperation before you press your lips to hers to muffle the sinful noises that tumble out of your lips when she thrusts two fingers into you.

Natasha pumps her fingers into you mercilessly, curling them against your g-spot with thrust to have you moaning into her mouth. Your back arches away from the wall, your body pressed into her as her free hand grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head.

“God,” you groan at her show of strength, hips bucking against her hand, “Please.” She chuckles at your desperation, her fingers sliding in and out of you relentlessly. A guttural noise escapes you when she moves her thumb to circle your clit, her swallowing the moan by sliding her tongue into your mouth once again. “I’m gonna come, fuck-” your moan is cut off with a whine when she pulls her fingers out of you, stopping you from reaching your orgasm. “No, please Nat-”

“Did you really think I’d let you come, Kotenok?” her tone is condescending and feigning disappointment, your cheeks flushing at the way she talks and looks at you. “If you’re good, I promise to make it up to you Dorogaya,” she whispers, pressing her lips to yours softly before pulling away completely. “Now I have to go and fix the mess you made,” she releases your hands and cups your face gently. “See you soon Dorogaya,” is the last thing she says before placing a farewell kiss to your forehead and leaving you all alone, wet and frustrated.

[sturns-mermaid]

FLUSHED .ᐟ

WARNINGS: sub matt, dom reader, p in v, unprotected (don't do it), nicknames, mommy kink

not proofread | wc: 765

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You loved how flushed Matt would get when he had your undivided attention. “Keep talking, baby,” you whispered as you straddled his lap, your hands caressing his thighs. You were both sitting in his bed after he sent you a million texts that he missed you, causing you to walk to his house. “Just was saying I’m glad I get to see you now,” he mumbled, not meeting your gaze. Your fingers trailed over his thigh before stopping at the hem of his shirt, playing with the fabric. “You missed me that bad?” you questioned in a teasing tone, moving your hands under his shirt and lightly dragging your nails across his skin. He gasped, shifting awkwardly as he bit his bottom lip. “N-No- I mean yes… But…” he trailed off, a pout forming on his lips. You moved your index finger under his chin, tilting his head up, meeting your gaze.

“It’s okay, baby, I know how much you need me,” you coo, pressing a soft kiss on his lips, causing him to whimper. “Tour must’ve been so hard for a pathetic boy like you, huh?” you teased, referring to all the videos and pictures he would send you of his hard-ons as a reminder of how badly he missed you. Matt just pathetically nodded his lower lip still between his teeth as his eyes looked over your features. “Want mommy to take care of you?” you asked, caressing his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“What’s the matter, baby?” you teased your fingers pinching his sensitive nipple once more, he was completely undressed except for his boxers, as you relentlessly teased him. You roll your hips slowly against the growing bulge straining beneath the fabric of his boxers. “You're so hard, sweet boy,” you cooed, leaning down to circle your tongue around his nipple. His head fell back against the headboard, his mouth hung open as you took his nipple in your mouth sucking lightly. “Please…need more,” he begged, trying to resist the urge to thrust up into you and come inside his boxers. You giggle against his skin before releasing with a pop of your lips. “You’re so pathetic, baby, need me that bad?” You question your fingertips grazing the waistband of his boxers. Matt whined, his hands desperately rubbing your hips.

“No teasing, I need you bad,” he muttered, biting his bottom lip. Soon you were fully undressed rubbing your slick cunt against his boxers, a wet patch already forming from the leaking precum seeping from his cock. “Mommy…” he pouted, trying to fight the urge to come right then and there. “Feel how wet I am, baby,” you teased, pressing down harder on his clothed boner. 

Your relentless teasing was not only affecting him, but it was also affecting you. The ache between your legs was driving you insane as Matt continued to match your movements. “Let’s take these off baby, I'm getting impatient” you muttered, tugging his boxers down and watching as his cock sprung out and slapped his tummy. Matt let out a sigh as he thought you would finally give him what he was so desperately craving. That’s what he thought, at least, so when you pinned his hands behind his back and told him not to move, he was so frustrated. “Mama, wanna touch you…” He pouted as you slowly sank onto his leaking length.

“You thought I would give in that easily?” you whispered, leaning towards him and nibbling his ear lobe, causing him to whimper and buck his hips into you. “Look at you, so pathetic, can’t go a second without trying to get deeper inside me,” you teased, your hands moving to his hair and tugging gently. “Are you close?” you asked, tugging his hair, earning a whine in return as you picked up your pace. 

Matt nodded, his eyes closing from the pleasure of your tight walls engulfing him. “S-so close, so close mama…” he trailed off, bucking his hips into you faster. “Good job, you're so deep inside me.” Your hips slamming down onto him as he saw him bite his lip to muffle his whines. “Such a good boy,” your words threw him over the edge, a loud moan slipping from his lips as he finally came inside you.

“Mama…” he whined, his head falling onto your shoulder, his movements coming to a halt. You scoffed, pulling at his hair once more. “Who said you're done?, I haven't come yet,” you said with a smirk on your face, seeing his face heat up at your words. 

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note: sorry y'all i love matt in that video

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Astarion NSFW Headcanon

Warning: +18

As Astarion timidly opened himself up to you sexually, he was not accustomed to being showered with attention and lavish gestures without expecting something in return. And so, you made it your mission to show him the same level of affection he always showed. Sometimes, you two would be hugging during a kiss and suddenly he would get aroused. Without hesitation, you would drop to your knees and take him into your mouth. This act was foreign to him, so used to always being the one giving pleasure rather than receiving it. But as time went on, he found himself becoming increasingly greedy for your touch.

Even while simply laying next to each other, he would suddenly look up at you with pleading eyes and you knew exactly what he desired. You would eagerly take him between your lips, savoring the sensation of his cold flesh warming against your cheek. Your eyes would close in delight as you explored every inch of his glistening shaft, feeling his tender pink tip and the softness of his skin beneath your tongue. You would lick his slit, making him writhe and tremble slightly, savoring the salty taste of his precum in your mouth. And with each encounter, you became more skilled at pleasing him in ways that left him breathless. He loved every moment of it, reveling in the newfound pleasure that came from being on the receiving end of your affections.

Some nights, he would just be feeding from you and he would get hard against your leg. At first, he was shy about this, retreating to satisfy himself when he was finished. But one day, you just reached out and took him in your hand. "Does that feel good, my love?" you'd ask with a playful smile on your lips, causing him to let out a low grunt as he buried his teeth deeper into your neck. Other times you felt too weak to touch him yourself, so you would let him press against your leg, desperate for release as he rutted against you with primal urgency.

And don't get me started on touching his ears. One time, as you threaded your fingers through his hair, you accidentally brushed against the tip of his ear, and a soft whine escaped from his throat. After that, you began to experiment with this, slowly tracing your fingers down the shell of his ear and then back up again, eliciting soft moans from him. Sometimes you would lightly nibble on his earlobe or blow warm air against it, causing him to shudder in pleasure. And then there was that one time he couldn't hold back any longer and released himself just from the sensation of you caressing his sensitive lobe, muffling his cries against your neck as he reached his orgasm.

With time, he would start to get too greedy, and that's when you had to teach him a lesson. You would overstimulate him until he was writhing, whining, and crying beneath your touch, his cock flushed, throbbing, and dripping with desire, his whole stomach coated in a sticky mess of his own release. You would be making him come time and time again until nothing came out and he was just a sobbing mess. If he was particularly bad that day, you would also edge him for hours, wrapping your lips around him and bringing him to the brink of ecstasy, only to back off at the last second. His body would be writhing with pleasure, his words incoherent as he begged for release. By the end, he was so worked up he would just be mumbling nonsense and swearing to be more patient in the future. One more gentle touch from your fingertips would be all it took to push him over the edge, his orgasm so intense it would cause him to arch his back and grip the mattress with such force that his nails left imprints on the soft sheets.

But by far his favorite thing was when you both drifted off to sleep, with him buried deep inside of you, cockwarming him all night. He gently stirred you awake with small thrusts and kisses on your neck, until you were conscious enough and ready to passionately kiss back, taking him deeply within you once again.

[lightning-wyvern]

[ pairing ] husband!heian era!ryomen sukuna x male reader [ genres ] fluffy romance with a villain [ cw ] phsyical contact, kisses (sukuna has a potty mouth in the nsfw version :3) [ author's notes ] i also wrote a nsfw version if anyone wants to see it, its also a bit longer than this cute one [ words ] 583 please reblog fanfictions when you read one you like! likes do not help writers' algorithms!

sukuna yawned into his hand, sitting up in bed. he reached up with that hand and ruffled his fluffy, jet-black hair, a sigh escaping his lips. he then let out a soft, quiet sound one could accurately call a growl. he looked over at the boy on the other side of the bed, smiling. he reached out and let his fingers roam into your [color/texture] hair, his smile widening into a small grin. he let his fingers tangle into your hair and detangled them in a way that was uncharacteristically soft, caring and gentle for his usual murderous, aggressive, loud personality.

you slowly slid across the line from sleep to wakefulness, a small, sleepy smile inching onto your face in response to the gentle, loving feeling of someone else's fingers playing around in your hair.

"mm... morning, s'kuna..." you mumbled, smiling again. you slowly stretched your arms out in front of you, then just as slowly turned over onto your back and looked up toward the ceiling; when you saw who was to blame for the random show of affection.

instead of looking up at the obsidian ceiling of ryomen sukuna's bedroom, you made direct eye contact with the king of curses himself... the king of curses who just so happened to have your heart wrapped around his finger... and a wedding ring, as well.

sukuna grinned, looking you right back in the eyes as his fingers continued to frolic in your hair.

" cursed morning, darling... " he purrs into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

a soft blush about the same color of the insides of sukuna's irises (the area around his pupils) dusted your face; a grin crossed your face that matched the one on your husband's face. you reached up and made grabby hands at sukuna; he gladly obliged, letting his weight fall onto his elbow and leaning down to touch the tip of his nose to yours. you wrapped your arms around him and your fingers started to wander up and down his shoulders and the area of his spine that was the back of his neck.

sukuna smiled, cupping the side of your face in one hand and pressing his lips to yours. the kiss gave you some of the same feelings you had felt when you and sukuna had experienced that first kiss... it was soft, loving, passionate... but at the same time it was hot, it conveyed the eternally existing fire of need he felt for you, and it may have been slightly aggressive... and slightly possessive.

pff, "slightly," scratch that- sukuna would burn every civilization in the milky way galaxy to the ground if any living thing ever put a hand on you, whether harm was meant or not.

you smiled against sukuna's lips, pulling him closer and letting him pick you up with all four of his big, strong, war-worn hands, changing your positions so that you were sitting comfortably in his lap.

"mmmm... so pretty..." he purred into your ear. his hands roamed your top-naked body possessively as he softly broke the kiss, putting two hands on both sides of your face and touching his forehead to yours. his other two arms squeezed your thighs, then slid up to grip your waist before two arms wrapped around your lower back, gently but covetously forcing you closer to him so that your chest was pressed against his.

"mine." he growled quietly, his voice dripping with many emotions- love, obsession...

and the lingering desire to kill.

© lightning-wyvern.

[heyhelloitsmilo]

Audiobooks

jason todd x gn! reader

891 words

⚠️ warnings: milo standard fluff

💛 pairings: Jason Todd x gn!Reader

💫 summary: jason todd recites to you pride and prejudice and then you call him a nerd

💬 extra notes: its gettin real cold here and my heater went out oops

You never thought you’d find yourself like this. It wasn't bad, you weren't complaining, to be clear. This was just so… so… domestic? And soft?

Jason’s arms encircled your waist, his body curled around your own. Tight muscles relaxed in your presence, nose buried in the crook of your neck. White-streaked hair tangled in your fingertips. Warm breath tickled the side of your neck, scarred hands slipped under your shirt to find purchase on your side or back. Jane Austen’s Pride And Prejudice played as an audiobook in the background.

The second Robin. Red Hood himself. In your bed. Holding you close like his life depended on it. It might as well have, you were the only thing keeping him sane most days, especially days like these. The hours and days tended to blur together. His thigh shifted to pull you close, resting on your hip, his bare leg on your body.

You had your arms around Jason’s neck, back arched as he held you close, your chest to his. Even if the circumstances the two of you had faced to meet weren't the best, you would still do it all over again for moments like these. Jason was such a wonderful man. Strong sense of justice, often a bit brutal, but soft at heart. He loved every fiber of your being, and even if he didn't say that often, he’d sure as hell show it. Quality time date nights, making your favorite food for dinner, finding out all of your typical orders at restaurants or cafes, smothering you in kisses as soon as he got home.

Jason pressed a few chaste kisses to your neck, scarred lips gentle on your skin. He chased them with curt nibbles, fingers rubbing circles into the skin of your back.

“You're so warm.”

He muttered, the duvet swaddling the both of you in soft fabric. But you were also just generally nice to hug.

“I'm gonna make tea later. Do you want some?”

You nodded, feeling drowsy from all the relaxation. Didn’t matter that you’d probably fall asleep within the next few minutes, it made you feel so wanted and loved.

Jason smiled against your skin, his expressions hidden from your eyes. Nights like these, he never wanted to let you go. He’d hold you forever, given the option. Fingers trailed up and down your back, tracing every curve, every dip, every bump of your spine. Gentle touches reinforced the mental map of your body, planes of skin beneath his palms.

For a few hours, he could be normal. Here, in your arms, in your apartment, he didn't have to worry or be angry or upset. It was just you and him.

“My affections and wishes have not changed, but one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I will have to tell you:”

You felt Jason take in a breath, this quote meant more to him than he let on. So much so, he’d memorized it.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

You smiled, tracing gentle little hearts onto Jason’s scarred back, a silent acknowledgement. Fingertips glided along your boyfriend's textured back, dips and bumps and ridges underneath the pads of your fingers. Gods, you loved him. To whatever deity was out there, you prayed that this would never end.

“...Fucking nerd."

You muttered, voice muffled in Jason’s shoulder. A rumble of a chuckle bubbled up from Jason’s throat, calloused hands rubbing gently at your back. He didn't deny it, though. Only nibbled at your skin, tongue playfully darting out to leave a little lick. You shivered, recoiling at the feeling of saliva on your neck.

“Ew.”

Jason chuckled, licking a line up your neck.

“Ew!”

Disgusted grumbles left your mouth, trying to roll away from Jason, only for him to tighten his hold on you.

“You’re not gettin’ away from my love, sweetheart.”

You sighed, falling limp in his arms, your body a dead weight as he manhandled you back over to him.

"Yeah, accept your fate."

Jason grinned, turning you onto your back, leaning in, and planting a raspberry on your collarbone. You squeaked, wriggling in Jason's grasp. He nipped and nibbled at your neck and the tender area just under your jaw, his hands tracing the dips in your body.

And then he licked your cheek.

"EuuAuCk!"

An inhuman noise left your lips, your head recoiling as far as humanly possible into the pillows. You curled in on yourself, rubbing the saliva off with the collar of your shirt.

Something akin to a giggle left Jason's lips, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours.

Eugh. Blue-eyed stare.

Piercing blue eyes aside, Jason simply resorted to lying down on top of you with no regard for your breathing. All things considered, he was a nice weighted blanket. You simply sighed, the calm voice of the audiobook coming back into focus. Not enough in focus to perceive whatever they were saying, however.

Again, here you were, all cuddled up and cozy with Jason wrapped around you. Your hand combed through his shaggy hair, gently scratching at his scalp.

"I love you."

You murmured, lips moving against your partner's temple.

"I love you, too."

whheeeeee