#mdni

[k6tzie]

COD P☆RN LINKS

ghost: your clingy boyfriend just wants to be closer to you, he wants to be inside you. literallysuch a sweet boy with mommy issues, just wanting to be taken care of :( doesn't wanna commit yet and go the full way... stop being so clingy! he was trying to do some paperwork :/ so incredibly jealous ghost coded surprising you when he comes back home but you have a meal for him prepared :) soap: don't even need to take your panties off fully, just push them aside!< pretty red tights are getting ripped off tonight 😊 whilst soap fucks u hard and merciless, ghosts fat cock is throbbing in ur mouth :( he can't stay away from ur pretty lips gaz: he likes recording your puffy pussy when you cum like your own paparazzi! don't worry, he'll lick it up afterwards his pretty cowgirl riding that dick like she owns it 😵 late night after the whole teams' at the bar, you 2 sneak back to his car... staying in a tent for a mission...this close...is never a good idea price: price stuffing his thick dick in you after you 'joked' about breaking up :(he's gonna be deployed for awhile, why not make the most of it? he DID promise good aftercare, don't blame him halloween mission gone wrong! :( your weight is no match for him alejandro: average alejandro camera roll smh he loves seeing u wet all over, and a mark on how much he's done titty man :) sleepover at ale's barrack after dinner rudy: he missed feeling you, so soft and plushy - better than a pillow <3he was too shy to say anything so thank god you removed it typa shit rudy's on pussy so soft and healthy eating that puffy pussy like it's the last supper

[lore-smaus]

This MIGHT be a lil nasty but idc,,

Jjk thirst with Gojo and his pretty bimbo girlfriend with a rainforest pussy.

For the gals with body hair 🩷

I just KNOW gojo eats it out enthusiastically.

His poor little gf insecure about being unshaven, so gojo makes it his mission to prove her wrong! And eats her pussy out like a nasty dog!

Of course he eats it like a nasty dog! He wouldn't have it any other way. In fact, he prefers if you have hair!

“Hair is natural, pussy is pussy. Spread 'em doll"

The way he laps enthusiastically at your fold, knees touching your shoulders to get a perfect and full view of your perfect pussy.

Oh and the way he praises you and worships your pretty lil pussy has you dumber on his tounge.

“Pussy's so perfect, love. So pretty"

As he delivers kisses on your folds, clit and finally, your delicious hole.

Yeah, don't even think about getting that pussy shaved. Trim it if you want but if you go completely bald down there, he WILL cry

[macaronichewtoyz]

plushifies the fursona :3 [it/its pls]

[fuerrziah]

MDNI

another nsft uploaded to r34

:3

[urfriendlywriter]

smutty prompts cus u asked for it ;)

(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)

"that's my good girl."

when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]

"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."

their fingers curling into all the right places.

leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"

"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]

your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."

"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]

^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.

their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!

^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.

^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]

their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."

"eyes open. keep looking."

^ and it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.

maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.

^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']

neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."

arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."

[castielsprostate]

logan: im hungry :(

wade, opening his legs: dinner is served, cunty style

logan, stabbing his claws through his own neck so he doesn't have to deal with that for the night:

al: i could eat

[grimdesu]

II in Drumeo.. meow

[d4minnie]

Please do a nerd sub teacher gojo x dom student reader....do it as a noncon too... like student reader nonconing teacher gojo... but make Gojo a nerd.... student female reader nonconing him please please pleaseeeeeee... I'm begging you.... I love the way you write....🥺🎀💖

Pairing: Teacher!Gojo Satoru x StudentAfab!Reader

Warnings: Non con(towards gojo)

wc: 1,074

MINORS DNI

I didn't know how to end this so I'm sorry if your not satisfied😭😪

“Okay, meet me after class if you have any questions!” Gojo-sensei announced, wrapping up the last lesson of the day. As the other students filed out, you lingered, intentionally slowing down while packing your things.

Gojo-sensei turned to you with his trademark bright smile. “Do you have a question for me, L/n-san?”

“Yeah, I do. Just give me a second,” you replied, moving to lock the classroom door. Your ever-gullible sensei didn’t think twice about it; he always saw the best in people, especially his students. Little did he know, he’d soon come to regret that.

You walked toward him slowly, each step measured, and he didn’t think anything was amiss—perhaps you were just nursing some leg pain. As you approached, you slipped behind him, resting your hand lightly on his shoulder. Leaning in, you whispered seductively into his ear, “Hmm, anatomy questions…”

His face turned bright red in response. “O-oh, but I’m an English teacher. Maybe you should ask Nanami-sensei; I’m sure he’d know!”

You leaned in closer, your bodies touching. “No, I’d prefer to ask you. You know I’m a visual learner,” you smirked, letting the tension linger between you.

He quickly moved away, putting some distance between you. “Haha, um, I need to go. I’ve got some things going on at home, so see you soon, L/n-san,” he said, trying to slip past you.

Before he could escape, you grabbed his wrist. “But we’re not done yet.” With a firm pull, you drew him toward the desk, guiding him to the comfortable teacher’s chair and pushing him down into it.

He let out a high-pitched squeak, his face flushing bright red. If you didn’t know any better, you might have thought he was on the verge of a stroke. You pulled down his pants leaving him clad in his Spiderman themed boxers before pulling those down too, his dick sprung up as you watched precum seep from his tip. "L/n-san we shouldn't be doing this!!" Your sensei squeaked out but you cut him off with a brief lick to his tip.

You held onto his member bringing a long lick up his shaft all the way to his pretty pink tip before deep throating his whole length. Sucking on it you felt him go limp to your touch. You went even deeper letting his tip explore the crevices of your throat before pulling out and sucking on to his balls which caused your sensei to let out a whimper. Going back to deep throating his member you brung both of your hands to twist and play around both his cock and balls before deep throating it one last time allowing him to release into your mouth.

“Spit it out! Spit it out! It’s dirty!” your sensei pleaded, his face flushed bright red. Instead of obeying, you swallowed, watching as he brought his hands to his mouth in shock.

“Yuck!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide.

You shot him a warning glare. “N-no, not yuck! Never mind, sorry!” he stammered, backpedaling in embarrassment.

He was about to start pulling his boxer back up before you stopped him and started pulling down your skirt along with your underwear which the act alone pulled a yelp out of your sensei. "L/n-san I- I haven't done this before plea- AH" He let out the most high pitched moan as you sat down onto his girthy cock. You brought your arms around his shoulders holding onto him as you bounced up and down his cock emitting yelps and whimpers out of your sensei, you started rotating your hips around his member which made him let out even more cute little whimper and incoherent words.

“Gonna—ah, g-gonna cum, gonna cum! Oh my god, s-shit!” You watched his beautiful blue eyes roll back as you bounced and rode at an even faster pace, you felt his hot liquid paint your insides before continuing to bounce on him even more which made his eyes shoot open.

“N-no more! Ah, it hurts! Can’t do more, can’t!” he whimpered, tears spilling down his cheeks, his small, cute pout contrasting with the distress on his rosy lips.

You bounced and rode him even faster chasing your release. After a few more bounces on his dick you felt him tense up beneath you before warmth enveloped your insides as he came for the third time that

day.

[thatwritterbeach]

One messed up bat pt.1

Dc masterlist all other parts found here

Batfam x femreader Jason x reader eventually

Warnings: angst, self harm, self hate, depression,

Summary:Y/n gets cough self harming by Damian, and Tim calls in some backup

A/N: I do not own dc booohooo ooc Tim, I don't spend much time watching/reading his robin sorry **^ so I can't remember if it's canon or from a fic but at this point who cares the storyline is all fucked so in this story I'm saying that Jason tried to call dick for help with his mom but dick was asleep/didn't pick up so Jay went alone and died, now Dick CAN NOT miss a phone call it sends him into a panic attack, thank you for coming to my trauma talk

ok so we all know the timeline is shit so this is the ages for this story only found it on a reddit post, fight me at dawn if you don't like it

Bruce Wayne (Batman) at 45

Barbara Gordon (Oracle) at 27

Dick Grayson (Nightwing) at 25

Jason Todd (Red Hood) at 22

Tim Drake (Red Robin) at 18

Damian Wayne (Robin) at 11

Y/n 21

not my gif^

(2 weeks ago)

"Y/n, you can't keep acting like a child you're twenty-one," Dick whisper shouted in the corner of the batcave.

"Dick, I'm not going to apologize for helping people-"

"You disobeyed a direct order. You could have been hurt, you can't be that kind of influence to Tim and Damian."

"You don't even live here, Dick, you can't just-"

"You're benched until further notice."

"You can't-"

"Benched," Bruce confirmed stepping over to them.

(1 week ago)

"Hey, Dick, do you have a sec," she asked into the phone then immediately bit firmly into her hand to hold back a sob.

"You're still benched," he said without remorse.

"That's not-you know what never mind." She hung up on him and threw the phone onto her bed heading to her en-suite bathroom to release the itch.

(present)

"Beloved! Beloved, look I-," Damian shouted with glee but cut himself off with a scream when he opened her unlocked bathroom door. He thought she was doing her face masks not...in the bathtub with blood dripping from her arms into pink bubble filled water.

"Damian wait," she called after his retreating form. Shit, shit. She hurried to drain the water and throw on her over sized t-shirt just managing to pull some boxers on when Damian burst back in with Tim, practically dragging him into the space.

"Damian what's the problem-"

"Fix her," he shouted with haste and was about to shove Tim into the room when he noticed y/n standing there looking fine.

"Damian, I'm ok, I promise," she tried to convince him softly. He looked from her to the tub, not even a drop of evidence in sight.

"No, you-I saw the blood. Tim she cut herself I saw it," he told the older boy trying to lunge for her arm but she side stepped him.

"Damian, give us a minute," Tim tried to gently shoo him away. Damian shook his head aggressively and latched himself onto her side, clinging to her like a koala. She combed her fingers through his hair and gently detangled him.

"Dami, Tim and I just need to have a quick chat, he's gonna fix me right up, aren't you, Tim," she asked, sending him a look that clearly gave direction.

"Yeah, kid, I'll take care of her, she'll be right as rain."

"You won't hurt yourself again?" He was giving her puppy eyes, looking his own age for once and it pulled on her heart strings.

"I won't," she agreed patting him on the head and crossing her fingers behind her back with the other hand. Damian gave her one last hug then hurried out of the room. There was an awkward silence as Tim stood blocking the doorway, his jaw ticking and toe nearly tapping.

"You know I have to tell."

"Please don't." She shook her head then grabbed the first aid kit beneath the sink.

"Let me," he said softly, taking it from her and getting out the supplies. When she set her arm on the counter for him to work he sucked in a breath. "Those are deep," he accused.

"I wasn't trying anything. I'm not stupid, just a heavy bleeder." She rolled her eyes where he couldn't see and hissed when he dumped alcohol on her arm.

"They almost need stitches."

"Butterfly stickers are fine," she said digging them out of the kit one handed.

"I at least have to tell Dick-"

"NO," she said so firm he actually stepped back to look at her.

"I have to tell someone, I can't watch you 24/7."

"I don't need babysat," she seethed.

"I can tell Bruce or I can tell Dick first. Either way you aren't doing this alone."

"I cant stop you?"

"Not a chance."

"Dick told me I needed to be a better influence for you. Sorry for fucking that up, but to be fair there's worse things about me. I tried to call him a week ago, I was feeling the um...the 'itch' so to speak but as soon as he picked up he told me I was still benched. I was so pissed that he immediately thought that's what I called for I told him never mind and hung up. You can't tell him that, after Jason you know he-"

"Hates missing phone calls," Tim finished for her. **^

Tim had every intention of telling him, he knew it would hurt but come on, she tried to get help. Of course she didn't ask anyone in the house, but he wasn't about to be offended she didn't ask the child or his newly adult self for help, and he sure as hell got the not wanting to tell Bruce.

"Why not Alfred?"

"Hmm?"

"Why didn't you go to Alfred for help."

"He deals with enough shit from the rest of you, coming in half dead each night."

"That doesn't mean you come second, and sure as hell not last, we love you."

"Yeah, well it doesn't feel like it most of the time." He was finished with her arm and she resisted the urge to yank it away from him. One of Jason's flannel was on a towel hook on the wall and she quickly put it on to hide the bandages.

"I'm gonna go make sure Dami's ok," she said gently moving him out of the way. The second she was gone he hurried back to his room for his phone, that he'd left on the charger and yanked the cord out. He hit speed dial 3, Dick's cell, and held the phone to his ear while he headed out on his balcony to totally not scale down the wall instead of taking the stairs. Dick picked up on the 4th ring with a tired sigh and a 'this better be good' Tim told him to wait a sec while he got way out of hearing range.

"Did Y/n call you last week?"

"Uh, yeah, why?"

"Did you jump her case and not give her a second to speak?"

"You sound a bit pissed timbers, cut to it and tell me what I did. I haven't slept in 37 and a half hours."

"And you call me an idiot," he snorted.

"Tick tock bro," Dick mumbled head already sinking into his pillow.

"She'd been cutting herself and she called you to ask for help, well, she didn't say that word, but she was calling to tell you what she'd been doing to herself," Tim stated with little to no remorse for the heart attack he'd just given his brother.

"She what," Dick shouted throwing off the blankets and grabbing his go bag.

"I assume you'll catch the next train?" The sound of Dick falling and cursing while he hopped into pants could be heard and Tim nodded and hung up. Thankfully because the author said so Dick had switched from his police job to a remote roll in Wayne industries he just stayed in Bludhaven to have his independence and not deal with Bruce more than he had to. Alfred insisted he come for monthly dinners and he did.

Tim went back inside to hunt for Y/n and Damian and found them having mugs of hot chocolate together on the kitchen counter.

"So, you're ok," Damian asked in a small voice using a stir stick to hold his marshmallows under the liquid.

"I told you, Tim fixed me, and he probably ran off to call Dick so he could come make double sure I'm ok. You don't need to worry, I promise I'll always be here to have hot cocoa with," she replied, crossing her heart and holding out her pinkie to him. He hooks his with hers and to her surprise continued to hold on, not moving to actually hold her hand but simply letting their hands rest on the counter pinkies linked. Not wanting to interrupt Tim quietly made his way back out, he still had some calls to make.

Jason picked didn't pick up on the first call, or the second but finally on the third he answered out of breath and with gunshots loud in the foreground.

"The hell dya' want," he all but shouted into the line dodging hits and getting in several of his own.

"Sorry, I'll call back later-"

"No, talk now, I got it under *way too loud thud* control."

"Just uh, get here as quick as you can, nobodies dying so-"

"Make it quick but don't freak, got it." And he hung up. Next was Bruce who surprise surprise didn't answer a call or text, so Tim left a message.

"Get off Selena and come help your kid," he said with more aggression than snark. (this doesn't feel at all like something Tim would say but i'm not familiar enough with his character to fix it)

This time when he went to the kitchen it was just Y/n on the counter Damian had gone who knows where.

"So who all did you tell?"

"Just Dick so far, he's on his way. Jason was in the middle of a fight so he's coming later but I didn't tell him and Bruce didn't pick up-"

"Shocker, dude nabs all these kids then can't be bothered to spend time with them outside of a Halloween costume," she scoffed rolling her eyes.

"You're not wrong but-"

"Oh, don't start Stan." She waved him off hopping down to wash the mugs not willing to leave them for Alfred.

9-20-24

[hulluloverchico]

When your F/O decides its time to breed, and you have no choice in the matter, so without warning he pins you down, rips off your clothes, and makes sure that after this breeding session your brain will he unable to think of anything but how good you feel between your legs.

(Radqueers/TransID fuck off.) + (Minors GO AWAY!)

[punks-never-die205]

What kinds of custom sex toys would kid make for his partner? You’ve mentioned ✨the bench✨ but what others do you headcanon?

I like to think he has a custom prosthetic for himself where the hand is covered in a layer of soft silicon and the fingers vibrate 🥵

OH

Oh wow I

I just...

fuck

And he always asks if you need a hand, I just - "of course you cum to one finger, look."

Fuck.

just.

I mean... Gods and demons that is brilliant anon, all I have to add is that I think he makes like, custom frames to lock you in place. Cold metal contraptions that aren't as comfortable as The Bench, but they keep you held in place, and are more mobile than the bench.

He's probably got some clone-a-willy type toys too.

A gag that keeps your mouth open, that's been customized to almost as wide as you can stand to go (there's just the tiniest bit of wiggle room).

fuck.

Fuck I'm going to be thinking about that prosthetic for the rest of my life.

Part 2

[blue-phoria]

This is what hte photomode was made for

[crudemachine]

xiangli yao definitely strikes me as a switch vers. whatever your preferences and limits are, you can bet that he'll do his utmost best to please you.

as a service top, he always acts accordingly to your needs, which means you can trust him to not get carried away to the point he'll chase his high and forget yours. he'll be a bit flustered at times, but his sheer enthusiasm makes up for it. being with you in an intimate manner feels surreal to him so he hopes you'll understand. at the same time, he's down to experiment with something new if you want to. he'll still be loving and caring throughout it all of course.

as a submissive bottom, he'd be vanilla about it at first due to his lack of experience. for example, if you bring up liking impact play such as spanking to him, he won't shut down the idea, but it'll take him a while to get used to it; just be patient with him, however, keep in mind that he's tougher than he looks so it's in your best interest to not underestimate his strength as well.

if you want him to perform other roles like being a power bottom, then he'll gladly do that too. with enough practice, he'll be great at all of it so you'll never feel disappointed nor bored. after all, he doesn't intend to let his most beloved down anytime soon!

[urfriendlywriter]

Y'all nodded so i had to deliver, right. So I'm writing it.

it is so spicy i had to put a MDNI warning 😭😭

will post it in a day or twooooo heheheh

[d4minnie]

Hey... I loved your fics so much... can you please write a story where Gojo and reader(female reader) are married but geto Noncons her when Gojo wasn't at home and when Gojo come back to home and saw those.... Geto made Gojo believe that the reader made him do that but actually she didn't she loves Gojo not Geto...but Geto told Gojo that.... ( Pls give it a interesting ending)💖

Pairing: Geto suguru x Afab!Reader

Warnings: Non con

wc: 1,661

MINORS DNI

i'm reallyyyy sorry I didn't know how to give it an interesting ending so I gave it a normal one

“See you later, babe.” You leaned in to kiss Satoru goodbye as he stepped out the door, a familiar sense of longing settling in your chest as you watched him walk away. His boss had been relentless lately, piling on projects and late nights, leaving little time for the moments you both cherished. With a soft sigh, you turned back to the quiet of your home.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, feeling dimmer without Satoru. You poured yourself a glass of wine, the deep color swirling in the glass, a stark contrast to your mood. After running a warm bath, you sank into the bubbles, letting the water envelop you. You closed your eyes, wishing you could express how much you missed those moments together and how the distance was wearing on you. When you finally emerged from the bath, feeling slightly more relaxed, you glanced at the clock—it was still early. You settled onto the couch with a cozy blanket and a book, but the story barely registered. Eventually, the book slipped from your hands as sleep took over, the quiet of the house wrapping around you.

When you woke later, the sun had dipped low in the sky. “Ugh, Satoru still isn’t home,” you grumbled. Just then, the doorbell rang. “Coming!” you called, hoping it was him. But when you opened the door, your heart sank at the sight of your husband’s friend, Keto—wait, no, it must be Geto.

“Not who you were expecting?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, Satoru’s not home, but I’ll let him know you stopped by,” you replied, trying to close the door. He wedged his foot in the way, stopping you.

“I’m not here for Satoru,” he said, barging in and grabbing hold of you, prompting a startled yelp from your lips.

"W-what the hell! Let me go!" you shouted, hitting his back as he dragged you toward you and Satoru’s room.

He threw you onto the bed and began tearing off all of your clothes. Panicking, you tried to crawl away, but all it did was seem to tempt him further. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards the edge of the bed.

“Stop,” you said, “please i'm begging you—“

“—keep begging me,” he encouraged, spitting over his tip to lubricate his entry into your cunt.

He gasped as he felt himself slip inside, feeling your soft walls take his shape. “P-please what about Satoru?” you pleaded, adding more desperation into your tone. However, Geto had planned too long to stop now. He pushed himself deeper inside you, thriving at how your pussy clenched around his member. You felt so good around him as if you were made just for him. He started rutting even faster into your cunt at an inhumane pace.

His eyes were hazy, and his jaw hung slightly open—his expression almost feverish yet stunning, the moonlight glistening against his features. His fingers started rubbing onto your cunt while the his other hand pinned the both of your legs. You pushed at him, but the position he had you locked in disallowed you to do a single thing trapping you beneath him. He continued pounding into you, his hands roaming around your body making sure he didn't miss a spot.

Admist his pussydrunk haze he hadn't realised you raising your hand and before it was too late you scratched his forehead trying even harder to get him off you. He grinned and as though something primal beneath him had freshly awoken, his movement against your sore cunt became rougher, harder, almost violent as his own pleasure quickly built to an almost dizzying state.With an almost breathless grunt, still pounding into you, his tone of voice became aggressively possessive "M- mine ah Not Satoru s- shit" he rammed himself even harder against you with more determination before both your release finally closing in at long, long last.

He pulled out, leaving you passed out on the bed, and stepped into the shared bathroom for a shower. He hadn’t even heard the footsteps approaching the house, but that didn’t matter—he had a plan in mind. After finishing his shower and slipping into Satoru’s clothes just because he felt like it, he walked into the living room and spotted Satoru.

“Oh my god,” Satoru sighed in relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly. “I thought something happened with the bedroom door locked and the front door wide open. I was worried.”

“Hmm, Satoru, I need to tell you something, but we should sit down for this,” Geto said, adopting a serious tone. Satoru raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering across his face, but he followed Geto to the couch anyway.

Once seated, Geto took a deep breath, feigning a solemn expression. “I don’t know how to say this, but your wife called me over. We both got a little drunk, and one thing led to another. She kept coming on to me, even after I told her it was wrong. It was like she wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He shrugged as if it were no big deal, trying to mask the thrill of the lie.

A wave of hurt and disbelief washed over Satoru’s face—this was the last thing he expected to hear. “Huh? What? What are you talking about?!” he yelled, standing up, his voice rising in pitch.

“I’m sorry, man, but she wouldn’t leave me alone,” Geto replied, forcing a faux-sheepish look. “I tried to push her away, but she kept insisting. You know how it can get when drinks are involved.”

Satoru shook his head, disbelief etched in his features. “This can’t be happening. I trust her, I—”

“Look, I didn’t want it to happen either,” Geto interrupted, a hint of impatience creeping into his voice. “But you know how she can be. I thought you should know.”

“J- FUCK, just leave. I need a moment to myself,” Satoru grumbled, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His thoughts raced, trying to process what he’d just heard. The air felt heavy, thick with tension and betrayal.

“Sorry,” Geto said, standing up slowly, his facade slipping just a bit. He could see Satoru was crumbling, and the satisfaction of his deception stirred something dark within him. As he walked toward the door, he glanced back one last time. “Just… think about it, okay? I’m here if you need to talk.”

Satoru barely acknowledged him, his gaze lost in thought. The door clicked shut behind Geto, leaving Satoru alone in the heavy silence. His mind spiraled with images of you and Geto, the trust he’d placed in both of you shattered in an instant.

He sank back onto the couch, head in his hands, replaying Geto’s words. Doubt seeped in, mingling with the confusion and hurt. How could this happen? How could the people he trusted most betray him

like this?

[lily-alphonse]

Random nsfw headcanon for Fields of Mistria:

Balor x F Farmer

He goes insane for a skirt.

The shorter the better.

Once you start sleeping together he is sneaking a hand up your skirt constantly. He just loves the silky skin between your thighs, how your ass hangs out of your panties a little.

Beware of counters or counter-height objects.

Counters, tall chests, cabinets, if you walk near one with him around he is hoisting you up onto it. Kissing your neck to trap you and then inserting his thumbs under your skirt, trailing up your soft skin to your panties to make you shudder.