narcissistshandler

[narcissistshandler]

hello! this is my first time to request something, can you write overstimulation for sae or rin? (or other bllk characters if you want). like make them get soo ruined, leg shaking, crying, and begging something like those :) thank u in advanced !

　⸸ .ᐟ S ' G O O D FOR Y O U

「 pairing 」 male reader x itoshi rin / itoshi sae [separately] 「 content 」 overstimulating the Itoshi brothers 「 tags 」 amab!reader, top!reader, sex toys, anal sex, overstimulation (obviously), use of "daddy" (to refer to the reader) on Rin's part

a/n I love the Itoshi brothers, unfortunately Sae's part is more of a bonus and the focus here is more on Rin, but hope you like it! [unedited]

RIN always wants your touch, your complete attention and love so much that it feels like an empty hole unable to be filled. Like a cat, he slides into bed as soon as you push him, no questions asked. So complacent to you. And damn flexible. You can push his legs up to his ears after he can't keep them open any longer, spread wide above his head. Hold them there with one or two hands, the position giving you better access to his hole, and allowing you to see the bulge in his stomach whenever your hips move forward ── your dick rearranging his insides. He's fully exposed like this.

God, yoga really did wonders for your relationship.

Unlike his workouts or stretching, at this moment Rin gasps, seeming to struggle with each breath. "You’re making such a mess. Do you even remember how many times it’s been?" you say. But Rin's tear-filled eyes have already lost focus, his bad habit that you thought was adorable taking over too: his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling over himself. He was too far away to hear you.

Rin isn't the type to beg because he simply loses himself in the pleasure. You fucked him for hours on end, cum accompanying each thrust, dripping from his full insides. He can only mumble nonsensically, a complete mess, shaking all over when the heat is suddenly there again, in the pit of his stomach, ready to explode. And he doesn't want to cum again, even though his body throbs and yearns. He doesn't want to, no—

His cock jumps into his stomach, the head an angry red where blood pools. There's a growing pool of fluids collecting there; the last two orgasms haven't gotten anything out of him but a few splashes, his balls too tight to give you something—anything. But he couldn't anymore. He was so sensitive. He was always too sensitive to bear the provocation.

But you push him anyway, feeling his entire body tense, the already relaxed hole around you barely squeezing. "I-I'm gonna—" Rin whimpers, tries, the words barely pronounced. "[n-n-name]... I-I can't— I can't— ahhh..."

"Just one more? Just one more, come on, for me. Come for me again, bunny." You, cruel as you are, smile at him, gyrating your hips in a way that makes you perfectly hit that sweet spot inside him. The stimulation is so much it hurts, so good it hurts his stomach, where your cock seems to reach. Pushing inside him, forcing his insides, over and over and over.

"It’s too much, it’s too much, I— I’m gonna—" he's babbling, toes twitching, shaking his head as if in denial. But his body is obedient and responsive to you.

"What was that? 'Too much?' Come on Rin-chan, you want to be good, don't you? Yes, you do, sweetness," you smile as Rin nods, sweat running down his chest. "You can take it. Just. One. Ngh. More." You keep your grip on his heels, keeping him open as you pound into him, mercilessly, grunting at the delicious heat and the fluttering of the walls as he comes again.

Rin is now crying for real, lips trembling, a drool laced mess. His poor penis twitches and throbs and tenses, but nothing comes out of it. It starts to go limp, having nothing left to give. It looks painful. Rin reaches between you to hold him, his hands shaking like the rest of his body.

You think he'll try to ease the tension, maybe rub the burning away from his sensitive urethra, but he doesn't. Your obedient bunny is masturbating for you. Gritting his teeth, grunting and whimpering, something between a wild animal and sweet prey as he obeys and tries to make himself come again for you, trying to keep his cock hard and ready for your demands.

His green eyes roll back in his skull, his muscular legs bounce and spasm, but you hold them in place, abusing his prostate as Rin pulls himself through the pleasure and pain. For you. Wetting his entire chest and chin, squirting for what feels like an eternity as his entire body struggles to escape his control. Too much. Too much.

Rin gasps, seems to be relearning how to breathe, so out of breath that you fear he's going to pass out, "No more, I c-can’t feel my legs..."

"Every time you whimper it makes me want to keep going just to see how much longer until you break. Although, from the way your lovely cock is dripping, your hole all stretched and smooth, I might already have."

"Plewse—"

His hips buck and he swallows the rest of the word. Oh, he's going to pass out──

"Just a little more, bunny, daddy's so close to cumming, you're not going to let me down, are you? It's okay to cry, baby, you can let your dick go. Obedient thing. Just a little more and I'll let you rest."

Even if in the end Rin was completely in pain and unable to feel his own body, the ultra-sensitive hole and his cock dripping with no sign of pause, he would never stop you from taking your pleasure from him.

He was so good to you.

Tears, begging, obedience and everything.

+   B O N U S: SAE ITOSHI

It's been hours since you started playing with his body, as you lewdly called it. Destroying him, was how Sae preferred to put it. Some people often claimed to enter some sort of subspace when under continuous stimulation, but Sae was hyperaware the entire time. Unable to escape from your hands.

He lost count of how many there were. The toys pushed through the smooth ring of muscles, some so small they barely gave satisfaction, some long ones, which reached so deep that they took his breath away. One was as thick as your fist and Sae might have torn the sheets as he writhed from the overwhelming stretching sensation.

He's already forgotten how to breathe when you pull the powerful little vibrator out of him. It feels like his hole continues to vibrate even now that it's empty, the sensation doesn't go away. The tight ring at the base of his cock didn't help, only making it more cruel. Sae was at your mercy, taking an indecent variety of toys inside him, balls tight with release denied.

"[name]." His voice was low, rouca, the warning clear as day, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the way his hole fluttered weakly against a cabeça de seu pau. "You promised." Sae was shaking like a leaf. You tried to pull him to his knees, but he couldn't stay in position, having slipped down onto the dirty, sticky sheets.

He no longer remembered the promise very well, but it probably had to do with letting him cum after he took the monstrous dildo inside him. And nothing about you pushing your cock against his swollen, sensitive hole.

"Just a little more, I promise. I'll let you cum as soon as I have my cock buried deep inside you."

"[name]," He gasps, not believing you. You would finish off what was left of him.

"Yes?"

Sae's hole throbbed, his cock felt like it was about to explode beneath his body, and everything about him was sweaty and hot. The denial, the stimulation, hurt. But he still wanted your cock so badly──

"Yes... Please."

[narcissistshandler]

I saw your masterlist and it has death note, can you make one with Light Yagami? (Bonus points if reader is sub top)

(If you don't, just ignore this)

　⸸ .ᐟ G O D ' S   W R A T H

「 pairing 」 gn!reader x light yagami (death note) 「 content 」 serving god is not only about blessings, it is also about trials and punishments. Especially when it comes to a god like Kira and a servant as sinful as you 「 tags 」 established relationship, secret relationship, sub!reader, amab!reader, dom!light, mutually abusive relationship, religious allusions, assault (reader receiving), slight stalking, Misa and L mentioned, cock stepping, blowjob/deep throat (light receiving)

a/n ; tried and failed to write something healthy with light, hope the dark dynamic works for you too! intended to be a gn reader, if there is any error please let me know

LIGHT didn't see you as different from everyone else in his life, classified in a box of temporary usefulness, interest or discard. At least at first. When you were more of a nameless face than a fierce devotee──to Kira, to Light, to whoever wore the mask at the time. Now you had your own little box. For better or worse.

"You forget your place so easily, don't you? I tolerate your games. Your constant presence. Even your little displays of pathetic jealousy. But today..." His voice was strained, hovering in the rehearsed fake tone he used for most people. But not with you. The good-guy facade always fell quickly around you.

He loosens his tie, his merciless eyes looking down. The sweet scent clings to him, that of someone who doesn’t belong to you, something feminine and soft that makes your throat itch.

Your tongue runs over your split bottom lip, the taste of blood filling your mouth. You don’t even try to look apologetic despite your face still throbbing and your scalp tingling from the tugging. Guilty.

You already knew he was going to hurt you when you did what you did. He lied to you, but that was okay, you had memorized his password pattern, unlocked his phone, read his messages, and followed him to his meeting with Misa. It ruined his plans. And pain was Light's way of showing that he cared, that he felt, anything.

He hit you. With his hands, with his words, his belt. He threw you to the ground like a disobedient animal and everything inside you burns with pain, but also with pride. Because for a moment, he broke character and Light Yagami saw you as a risk. A problem. And that's the closest thing to love someone like him could offer.

You could apologize, beg for forgiveness, but knew that apologies wouldn't stop Kira's fury.

He undoes the buttons on his shirt, irritation blazing in his every movement. He hated things getting out of his control. "Today you compromised a part of my plan out of pure selfishness and you have no right to do so, [name]. That's not why I keep you around."

Light was so angry that his upper lip was trembling. You provoked him. Not because you wanted to ruin his plans, but because you wanted… something. You wanted attention.

The toe of his shoe pokes your thigh. He twists his neck in what looks like a failed attempt to deal with the tension. There's an audible crack. "Nothing to say now? What's that? What's with that pose?" He does that thing with the words again ── chooses them sweetly to belittle you, but you know better than anyone the pleasure in his eyes at having you like this: kneeling before his feet, knees against the cold floor and bare torso where he stands over you. Looking up at him, declaring your adoration.

"You like it when I bow down to you."

Light couldn't deny it. The blood staining your face, the passivity still in your body, knowing that you would never react to the attacks, had his cock was pushing against his pants. Throbbing and dripping. Begging to be shoved down your throat and forced to choke on it.

And that's exactly what he would do. Because you deserved to be punished after drawing L's attention to yourself and leaving the invisible spot where you were supposed to be. Because Light knew he needed to put you in your place again so that you wouldn't forget that he was your god and and god was not questioned without punishment. But not now.

"So stay right there, on your knees, until I decide what to do with you." When Light leaves the room, darkness absorbs you, a cold that made you chew on your already bleeding lips. His absence was worse than the bare-handed blows.

And when he returns, hours later, you've already had time to start regretting it, on the verge of tears and lonely. You crawls over to where he sits on the edge of the bed and nestles your face against his warm thigh. You begs. You asks for forgiveness, even though you doesn't feel much yet.

You are obedient, hungry in fact when he undoes his belt ── leather that tasted your skin earlier. At another point, Light would have you begging for the chance to feel the salt on his skin. Today he doesn't push you back when you approach like a needy believer, mouth already opening, already salivating just at the sight of his erection springing free. So, so in need of him.

"Open," he commands, even if it's not necessary, just because he can. Light loved doing things just because he could.

Then Light is shoving his cock into your mouth, without pause, straight down your throat, pressing his foot cruelly where your own cock stirs in the pants. He steps on you. He doesn't fake it or go soft on you. Purposefully causing you pain; fingers pulling your hair; long, curved cock as beautiful as the rest of him invading your throat as if you were just another one of his possessions. An inanimate object, a cocksleeve whose sole purpose in life was to be used.

You run for your chance at divine forgiveness, babbling around it, hips tensing under the pain, but never pulling away from it. You accept every inch, every rough push and pull of your hair. Pain is love.

The way he touches you is not about affection, it's about power. He dismantles you as if he knows where every thread of your desire begins and ends and uses it to his advantage.

Light didn't have to be so blunt about it, but he makes a point of reminding you of your place. He fucks your face, cheeks flushed as he pants and talks over you. Demanding, humiliating. "Always so obedient…" he murmurs, voice muffled and breathless, almost delirious. An excitement similar to the euphoria of writing in the Death Note. "But what is this due to...? Fear?... Love?" He chuckles, then groans as your teeth scrape against his girth. Light curses at you, but there’s no denying the tremor in his hips when you do it again and he drips precum onto your tongue, feeding you.

Masochist, even if he considers such things beneath him.

The bed creaks beneath his weight and Light shifts closer to the edge of the mattress, his foot pressing harder against your erection, rubbing just where the sensitive head wets the fabric. His cock pushes past the tight muscles of your throat, feeling the contractions, the convulsion and the beginning of a cough, and holds it there, keeping your nose against his groin as he cums in your mouth.

You've already lost your breath, you've forgotten what it's like to breathe without the pressure of his cock in the middle of your throat.

Ropes after ropes of cum spurt all the way down your throat and straight into your stomach. Your throat convulses, feeling like your airway will close at any second, but you just grip his thighs and let him use you. Compliant. The taste of his seed mingling with the metallic of your own blood in a holy, sacred supper.

You're going to pass out any moment now if he doesn't back off.

And it pushes you towards your own orgasm, hips chasing the friction against the soles of Light's shoes. Pathetically rubbing against him, needing release so badly it hurts. The sight of Light's face experiencing climax is enough to make you cum, quickly and without warning, without permission given.

Light is coming down from ecstasy to notice you crumbling on the floor at his feet from simply having your throat fucked by your god and savior. Breathing quickened, fingers relaxing where they surely pulled out some strands of your hair and member throbbing on your tongue as his balls emptied.

The irritation leaves him, giving way to pleasure. The cruelty remains, of course. Of course.

He then notices the trembling in your thighs and can almost feel the moisture gathering beneath the soles of his shoes, your member twitching weakly as you searches for more. He looks at you from beneath his lashes like a small, pathetic thing, his slowly softening cock still trapped between your glossy lips. “Who gave you permission to cum?”

He nudges your cock with the toe of his shoe, hard, and you grab his heel, just to anchor yourself, never pulling away. "You're so easy. I just forced my cock down your throat and that was all it took for you to cum in your pants. Do you understand now why you are on your knees? I determine your purpose and it will do you good to remember that."

You blink up at him, moisture glistening in your eyes as he continues to step on your sensitive cock. Your mouth feels sticky and disgusting, the saliva thick and salty, your throat scratchy. Your eyes are half-rolling. Completely fucked out of this plane of existence.

Light hisses like a snake as you suck around him, trying to extract more of him. But Light has always been on the sensitive side and overstimulation was a personal weakness of his. "Let go, you slut," he says and you comply.

His hands are on your face then, stroking under your eyes, tracing your split bottom lip. It's a caress at odds with the slap that follows. Sharp and heavy. A reminder of your disobedience. "You know damn well you're not allowed to cum whenever you want, don't you?" His smile is dark and full of promise, deceiving. The way it made you excited and eager. "But I'll let it slide. You've had enough."

His next words, accompanied by his hard eyes, almost make you whimper. "Just listen carefully: if Misa suspects anything, I swear I'll make you swallow every tooth you have left."

He was the god here. The person who took you apart, the one who decided your life or death. You were just one of his servants, a faithful but unstable follower.

Oh, but how wrong Light was. You did love him, but you would rather take him with you to hell than let him go free for someone else. He could break you into a million pieces, as long as he only touched you and no one else.

[narcissistshandler]

opening the inbox is always an experience. i wanna kiss all of you on the mouth. every request is somehow hotter than the last.

[narcissistshandler]

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I hope I didn’t forget anyone

How I feel when I read y’all’s work, it’s so hard finding windbreaker fanfics so it’s like finding a gold mine once you do find one.

[narcissistshandler]

Drop the Light fic king 🙏 (if u want, of course)

just finishing editing it, soon, I promise 🫣

[narcissistshandler]

Can you write hwangyeon x m reader that reader is lovely with him but being mean to him when they are in bed ( its my first time request something🫶🏻)

　⸸ .ᐟ GOOD BOYS  DON'T  MOAN LIKE THAT

「 p a i r i n g 」 m!reader x hwangyeon (windbreaker) 「 c o n t e n t 」 male reader teasing his poor boyfriend who loves being mistreated despite his tough exterior 「 t a g s 」 slight nsfw, more sexual innuendo than sex, spanking, frottage, degradation kink, reader is mean, reader loves his boyfriend's fat ass and thighs, size kink (?) (hwangyeon likes that the reader is strong enough to hold his weight easily), grown man acting like a spoiled crybaby

a/n; I'm very happy to receive your first request, feel free to come back anytime, dear! mistreat strong and arrogant men, hmm my favorite hobby 🤤 (and happy pride month to all!!)

PRIDE was always a difficult thing to maintain around you. Because he, despite himself, denying that he was blushing or embarrassed, loved how you pampered him. He wasn't a girl, he scolded you once when you gave him flowers, but he kept them and took care of them, he recently bought a bigger vase so he could put them in. But that was beside the point now.

The point was, you were almost too sweet, he would say. Teeth-achingly sweet. It made him become a mess around you in a way he hated. He wanted to be masculine around you, strong and with his chin held high, parading you around and making others jealous, but found himself pouting and blinking back the shameful tears that wanted to gather in his eyes ── did you just hit him?

"W-what was that for?" He asked, pulling his mouth away from yours, ass throbbing where your hand had landed.

You just smile at him, squeezing his ass over the short, tight shorts that dig into his thighs spread around you and outline his ass perfectly. It was almost uncomfortably tight, but he liked how you couldn't keep your hands off him when he wore it. "What else did you expect after grinding on my lap in those tiny gym shorts after I told you I had to leave? Don't be a slut." Hwangyeon feels his cheeks heat up as the words sink in. He wasn't grinding on your lap. And you didn't have to hit him or call him that. It hurt.

"I did no such thing!" He tries to deny it. Almost like an instinct but his body wants to react on it's own. There's something so exciting about sitting on your lap, knowing that you had no trouble handling his size or weight. So easily supporting the weight of a grown man sprawled over you, his thick thighs either side of your hips.

For a man like Hwangyeon who was well built, all muscular and gruff looking, it was almost humiliating to be treated like something small and fragile. Secretly though he liked it. He melted into your lap, knowing that you could handle his weight, that you saw beyond his arrogant exterior.

Your hands on his ass pull him closer, so that he now clearly feels your erection against his. Hwangyeon had been half-hard ever since you pulled him into your lap, saying you just wanted to kiss him a little before you left. It had been minutes since then.

"Come on, can't you even kiss without getting hard? I have to go, I don't have time to fuck you again," you continue, fingers sinking into the fat and firm muscles of his cheeks, always obsessed with his ass.

"That was hours ago!" He tries to argue, trying to pretend he's not as embarrassed as he feels. Why remind him that you had been inside him a short time ago? Fucked him slowly and without haste while the sun thought about rising, leaving him behind in bed catching his breath and trying to force his body to move, his sloppy, cum-filled hole making a mess of the sheets while you made coffee, humming happily.

"You're just begging me to fuck your ass raw at this point."

Your fingers rub the fabric, right in the middle, trying to rub his hole through the shorts. Hwangyeon's dick jumps, and he makes a whimpering noise as he rocks his hips. He could still feel his sensitive, swollen hole from earlier. He couldn't handle being fucked again, no matter that his cock thought otherwise.

He finds himself whimpering, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, like a shy little girl (which he, at 6'0", was most certainly not). "Don't be mean."

"I'm not, you're the one whining like a bitch who has never been fucked before," you argue, still smiling, still pushing your finger through the layer of fabric so you can touch his hole. The other hand still squeezing possessively the space between his thigh and ass, tightly, making sure to leave your fingerprints behind.

"Y-you are." He looks away from yours as he continues, "You're always calling me names, always hitting me—"

"—Spanking you, dear. It's different. Just a few slaps on your ass and thighs, hardly worth crying about."

Another slap lands on his ass, just as sharp as the last, as if to make your point. Before he can stop himself, Hwangyeon is moaning. But he tries, he tries to come up with some argument instead of accepting that okay, maybe he's a bit of a slut for you.

"And sometimes you don't let me c-c-" Another slap, the skin hot and throbbing under the impact. He swallows the letters.

"For someone who was begging to be knocked up earlier, you sure sound like a shy virgin now, doll. You can just say 'cum', it's not a bad word."

There it was! You were always so mean to him when you two were alone. It wasn't that you treated him badly, not outside of bed at least. But whenever sex was an issue a switch seemed to be turned, you went from gentle and caring to a savage beast that wanted to destroy him, always hitting (sometimes spanking), scratching, pulling his hair, abusing his poor hole and pushing him from one orgasm to another.

"I hate you so much," Hwangyeon mumbles, because it's all he has left, effectively defeated by the words coming out of your mouth. He slams his mouth against yours, hoping that might silence you. You make a sound like laughter that disappears when your lips meet.

Hwangyeon rocks his hips against yours, gasping at the friction against his rapidly hardening cock in his shorts. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his ass and thighs and pull him back against you, urging him to take what he needs. His hole clenches around nothing, still sore and swollen and throbbing. Even this movement sends discomfort down his spine, but the burning turns to heat in his stomach. Maybe he is actually a bit of a masochist when it comes to you.

"Are we excited now? You're not even trying to pretend you don't like being pathetic anymore, are you?" You scoff. Pathetic, as you accuse him of being, Hwangyeon can only try to kiss you again. God he's going to cum. He'll come in his shorts while you degrade him, no better than everything you said. "Poor thing, even lost the ability to speak. But that's okay, keep rubbing yourself on my lap without any shame, you still have five minutes. Maybe I'll let you cum."

[narcissistshandler]

we need more kaiser x mreader! can i have reader eating kaiser's sloppy pussy like a feast? i love your writing take care!!

　⸸ .ᐟ SWEET NECTAR

「 content. 」 hungry m!reader eating out afab!michael kaiser (blue lock) until his jaw hurts. 「 tɑgs 」 top!reader, bottom!kaiser, pussy/cunt/clit and others used to reference kaiser's sex, amab!reader, vaginal penetration, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, established relationship, fingering, no condom, slight pillow princess!kaiser, filthy and sloppy sex

a/n thanks anon! (this is not edited yet), hope you enjoy!

HIS blue eyes roll back in his head as he feels the orgasm shoot through him like an arrow, pussy contracting against your hot mouth, stomach hot and churning. Sensitivity scratches his skin like a knife.

"S-so good," you panted against him, all your murmur lost between his folds where your mouth buried itself. "You taste so good, Micha. I love it—love you—love eating you, coul'die between you' legs."

Shutting up would probably kill you.

Kaiser was so wet from the long minutes you spent eating him out that moisture coated his thighs; a filthy mix of sweat, slick, and saliva glistening on the insides of them. The bed below him was no better and the sheet stuck to his back. Kaiser wanted more than anything to take a second shower and clean himself up, but any rational thought slipped away when your tongue slid home ── into him again, with the same hunger as when you first opened his legs and buried yourself between them earlier.

Sex after he had done his whole nighttime ritual (as you called it) and gotten ready for bed: body warm from the shower, legs moisturized and boxers clean on his hips, was a definite no. You knew that. But you took advantage of his tiredness and irritation; you snuggled between his legs to lie on his stomach while he rewatched the match from hours ago. Kaiser gave you a suspicious look behind the lenses of his glasses, but allowed you to get close.

He knew it was a bad decision as soon as you started mumbling, always so obviously uninterested in football that Kaiser had no idea how he still tolerated you. You turned your head then, buried your nose in his thigh and breathed in deeply. Inhaling his scent.

Kaiser ignored you and kept his attention on the television, another bad choice that he only realized when he felt your teeth sink into his skin, his sex pulsing in response under the hot weight of your body.

"[name]," he warned you then, grabbing your hair without any attempt to feign care, trying to move your mouth away.

You grumbled like a small child and Kaiser, trying not to find another reason to stress, left you. When your fingers went to the elastic of his underwear then, Kaiser looked at you disinterestedly, without a move to help you. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Helping you relax?"

"You're asking me?" Kaiser scoffed. "I don't see how eating me out is going to do anything for my stress."

"Well, it certainly helps with my stress," was your response.

What damn futile reason would you have in your little life to be stressed? You did nothing! On the television, the narrator shouts, announcing the goal. The opposing team's goal against Bastard Munchen. From the footage he could almost see his own face in the distance, contorted in irritation. Kaiser's temple throbs and fuck, he lifts his hips, allowing you to undress him.

Now, you moaned against him, sounding so damn pleased with the taste of him that even as a stab of pain jolted his hips from the pressure of your tongue swirling around his clit, Kaiser doesn't try to stop you and just surrenders to your whims.

He is hyperaware of not being able to shut up. Maybe it's the accumulated tension, the days he spent away from home, never lowering to the desire to touch himself, the game they won, but by very little. Maybe because of one or all of the above, but Kaiser is talking, loudly, grunting, moaning, comfortable and shivering against his mound of soft pillows.

Everything in him was burning and throbbing and wet. You were a sloppy eater, on purpose, Kaiser accused. His muscular thighs squeeze your head, sure to suffocate you against his pussy even as the sensations distort, sensitive and almost numb at the same time. Unsure whether he wanted more of this pleasure or not.

"Hng, fuck, fuck- oh- ooh!" Your lips close around his swollen, hypersensitive clit, sucking. Kaiser's hips lift off the bed, meeting your mouth, unable to stop the tremors as yet another orgasm washed over him, taking his breath with it.

He thinks he might have passed out for a few seconds, because when he comes back to, your mouth is against his, kissing him, even though Kaiser can barely kiss you back. His tongue feels loose inside his mouth. There's a lot of saliva accumulated and running down his chin. Gross. But it doesn't seem to bother you.

The game replay is over. A new program is running behind your back. You're reaching between your bodies, fingers sliding between Kaiser's puffy pussy lips, spreading the wetness even further, he's not sure, dizzy and-

Your cock presses against him, the tip wide and hot, and then sinks into him with ease. Kaiser's pussy is so relaxed and sloppy that it can barely squeeze around the intrusion, so sensitive, so sensitive, but you fuck him anyway. Your hips slam against his fast, hard, in and out, in and out. As if he were a whore or something even lower.

"Micha," you're singing like a praise, kissing every bit of skin you can reach. "You feel so good- you're so wet for me. Fuck. I won't last. I can't- Micha, Micha, Micha."

Kaiser gives up trying to kiss you and moves his mouth away, he doesn't care now about the pathetic expression he must be making right now: tears rolling down his cheeks, glasses already lost, drooling.

Kaiser knows you won't last, so soon you'll cum, finish making his insides a mess with your seed. It hurts, it throbs, his cunt gets even wetter, squirting or cumming (maybe both) around your cock as he screams. He can't take it anymore, he can't take it anymore...

Now the bed was definitely a lost cause. Kaiser had to learn to be stricter with you. But those were worries for later.

[narcissistshandler]

I've been getting a lot of hesitant asks about taboo content. just wanted to reiterate that I enjoy writing dark and I'll let you know if any requests cross my boundaries 🫶

[narcissistshandler]

I actually found your blog while looking for the other windbreaker but I stuck around anyway 🙃 you into the anime windbreaker by any chance? would love to see you write for it

I'm watching the anime, but haven't found any of the characters very interesting. so for now I don't plan on writing for it

[narcissistshandler]

I'm curious. is there a character o fandom that isnt on your list but u want to write about?

Hmmm I' been wanting to write for hell's paradise for a while now, also william afton from fnaf (and one or two animatronics). Also slasher characters, but I would probably post it on ao3

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Two little warnings while I edit the pinned post: First, most of the fandoms will be removed from the list and I will keep the focus more on manhwas/webtoon, this may be your last opportunity to request something from some of them, so hurry up 😛

and second: I'm not illiterate, the initial quote is a br meme okay, don't throw stones at me

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I apologize in advance if I get a little annoying with the requests. there are no/almost no blogs that write m!readers for windbreaker and I NEED more

(🎃 anon)

don't worry!! I'm loving writing for windbreaker, fell free to send as many requests as you want anon

[narcissistshandler]

my physical version of madk just arrived, and still no request for these demons. I'll have to take this into my own hands.

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can’t believe this blog’s almost at 3k followers, thank you all so much!! I’ll try to come up with something fun soon to celebrate

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May u do anything with Owen Knight pls??? 🥹 I've practically read every existing fic of his that exists already

𝗠𝗔𝗬𝗕𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥...?

pairing. owen knight x reader

warning. anal sex, talking during sex, bottom!owen, top!amab!reader, hummingbird crew!reader, established relationship, rivals and lovers

a/n. Yeahhh I love Owen

"Darling," he tries, batting his long blond lashes over his flushed cheeks, a smile curving his lips as if he's perfectly in control. But he's not. Not with you. Your arch-nemesis in the beginning, when he thought it was a waste of time for Shelly to lower herself to being in Hummingbird with you and your friends. Then a simple rival, leaving the irritation only to Jay and focusing his competitive attention on you.

At some point, the arguments became something more than that. You two were lovers, or something like that. Now most races ended with him over you, against you, under you, or in this case, on all fours for you.

"Yes?" You gasp, hips aligned with his round ass, already turning pink from the impact. Darling, babe, lover, he would call you in the privacy of bedroom. Bastard, would mostly take place when he was angry with you, with your crew, with most things.

You don't stop moving as you talk, despite slowing down the pace, the rough fucking making the headboard of the bed creak against the thin wall of your apartment, slowing to a gentle sway, not coming out of him, just undulating your hips. Allowing Owen to catch his breath so he could speak.

Your breathing was equally rapid, the room muffled, the wet sound of his pink hole being filled by your cock filling the room; an erotic slap, slap, slap which alone made you throb in the tightness of Owen's insides.

He grits his perfectly white, straight teeth as your cock hits an especially good spot inside him. "Ngh- right there, again," he loses his train of thought for a minute, but you comply, trying to hit his prostate again. Everything for Owen, even if he was an idiot sometimes. "That, yeah, so good, so fucking good, babe."

Gods, Owen was a talker in bed. You were always proud when you could get him to shut up. It was hot, sure, but turning him into a mumbling mess was even hotter.

"Did you want to say something?" You try to get him back on track, curious about what he was going to say. He blinks at you, moisture glistening in his beautiful blue eyes, sweat beading down the curved line of his back, his deliciously taut thighs keeping his ass high in the air.

"Uh? Ah, yes. When I get back to England... Mmh ahh you should come with me," Owen says through moans, the sounds are beautiful and soft, unmistakably masculine despite how melodious it sounds. "[name], oooh I n-need it deeper, nnh, come on, no! Not slowly! Give it to me, hard..."

Fired up by Owen's sounds you slowly increase your pace, one hand leaving his hips to grab his blond locks, pulling his head back. He goes without a fight, grunting with pain, the change requiring his spine to curve more deeply, allowing your cock to slide all the way in in one thrust.

Owen gasps, hands gripping the sheets, cheeks flushed. "What?" You finally say, half shocked and uncertain. This wasn't a conversation you expected to have in the middle of sex.

"Join the Light Cavalry, c-come with me, I can't leave you... ngh your cock- harder, I love your cock, I can't be without you," your boyfriend is mumbling, still very rational in his words despite seeming cockdrunk. His own member dangles between his legs, thick and pale like the rest of him, so beautiful and dripping for you.

Was Owen seriously asking you to leave your crew and go with him just because he liked getting fucked so much? Makes you want to laugh. You pound into him harder, the bed rattles and the neighbors bang on the wall, but you ignore it in favor of fucking Owen's tight hole.

"You really are something else, Owen," you grumble, tugging at his hair, nails digging into his lean hips, making sure all he could feel and notice was you. You wanted everyone to know what a slut he was to you, it was a shame you didn't share. "Let's talk about this later, when you can decide whether you're going to miss me or my cock."

The blond groans, rocking back against you, walls clenching and releasing around you. He continues talking, answers your question, but you don't understand under the pornographic sound he makes when you pull back, leaving only the thick tip of your cock inside before filling him again. Sinking back inside. Hard enough to knock the air from his lungs.

The neighbors bang on the wall louder, you could almost hear them cursing if it weren't for Owen having your full attention. You or your dick, he replies, maybe both. You don't know, so you just continue to abuse his tight hole until Owen's mind short-circuits and words other than 'more' and 'please' fail him.

Well, it had definitely been worth all the arguments and insults when you first met.

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corruption w/ Rin Itoshi? Teaching him all he has to know

𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦

pairing. rin itoshi x male reader

warnings. teacher x student, power imbalance, corruption kink, praise kink, amab!reader, frottage, coming in pants, slight sub!rin, brief blowjob at the end, perverted and manipulative reader, masculine pronouns used for the reader

a/n. hmmm to corrupt the innocent Rin who only wants to play soccer and nothing else, delicious

He sat at the back of the classroom, in the seat next to the window that gave him the perfect view of the soccer field outside. Rin never cared much about the lessons, he used to pass all the tests without difficulty. Classes were more like background noise, an obligation that he could soon give up in favor of being able to dedicate all his time for soccer.

It shouldn't matter. Even physical education was a waste of time. Playing with the students in his class was like playing with elementary school kids.

And that shouldn't change just because a new teacher comes into the classroom that day. Rin doesn't find you as interesting as the other students, the girls are dazzled by your appearance, the boys thinking you're 'cool'. Rin thought you were ordinary.

But for some reason you seemed to like him. You always liked to ask him if he had any questions, you never failed to notice if he was in class, and the way you said his name, you always seemed to savor the letters — itoshi, you said. Not Rin, Itoshi. Formal, authoritative, always seeming to stand over Rin, even though he was your height.

"Itoshi, can you stay for a bit?" You said one day, stopping him from his attempt to leave the classroom. And only when all the students had left did you continue, looking serious and so focused on him... The attention caused something strange in Rin. He didn't like it. "Itoshi, you always seem distracted during class, is there something wrong?"

You and those eyes of yours trying to decipher me are the problem. Your voice echoing through the room in your readings. The phantom touch that my mind invents when you pass by my desk. Instead, Rin asks, "Is there a problem with my grades?"

Of course not, you tell him what he already knew. His grades were perfect.

That should be the end of the matter, but you ask him to stay again after the next class. (Itoshi, help me organize the room, would you?). And next. (I heard you play soccer, are you good? Maybe I'll watch you sometime). And the next one. (Itoshi, what is this? Is there a problem? "No," he replies, swallowing hard as his skin continues to burn beneath his shirt from the casual touch on his waist to get him out of the way).

You didn't know anything about soccer. Dribbling, corner, bicycle kicks, offside, nothing. Rin laughs, for the first time when you say that you only knew what a goal was. It wasn't funny, but he laughed anyway. He felt like a shy schoolgirl around you.

"Itoshi," you say, taking the stack of tests from his hands, fingers touching. "Teach me about football."

He goes to your place two nights later. You watch a game together, Rin is hyperaware of not being able to shut up. He explains the players' positions, the plays, throws numbers and terms at you and too many things for you to really understand. But you listen, sitting too close, looking at him not at the television.

"Have you ever been on a date before?" You ask, out of the blue.

"No," Rin doesn't even hesitate, without time to think.

"Girlfriends?" Rin shakes his head. "Boyfriends?"

"Never?"

"Never."

"Is that what it is, a date?" He asks, directly.

You shrug. "If you want." As if he had every choice in the matter at hand. But it didn't feel that way. How to refuse someone like you? Brilliant, intelligent, who listened to him chatter without getting irritated, who told him he was brilliant and wonderful. And such a good boy.

Rin didn't know what he wanted, but you did, because as soon as he shuts up and just stares at you, you're kissing him. It's wrong, a part of him knows. This shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't be in his teacher's house, much less kissing him. He shouldn't kiss you back — trying would be the better word.

"You're always so quiet, but I knew you wanted this as soon as I saw you. A boy full of desires, who just wants to be seen and loved, isn't it?" He nods, sighs against your mouth, a little lost as to what exactly to do with his lips. "It's not a war, darling, just a kiss, be gentle, follow what I do."

Rin never understood why people liked to kiss, until now. Your mouth on his leaves him breathless like after running endless miles, lips swollen and wet and stomach twisting with uncertainty and a million feelings.

At the end of the game, Rin is sprawled on your couch, beneath you, school uniform crumpled. Legs spread around you, tense with proximity. He keeps pulling away from the kiss so he can breathe and you laugh at him (for him) each time. "Is this your first kiss, love?" Rin can only nod. He doesn't trust himself to speak. His member throbs between his legs and Rin can only hope you haven't noticed despite how close you are.

Then you rock against him and Rin sighs, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. There was no hiding now, you definitely noticed his erection. He felt small compared to you in every way, inexperienced, a blind walking through a minefield. A boy in the experienced hands of a man.

"Hard just from kissing a little? You're so adorable, makes me want to devour you," there's a smile in your voice and you kiss his Adam's apple. The air is so hot and thick and Rin feels something strange when you palm him over his pants. Like he's going to pee or something. "A virgin, how cute. How lucky I am."

Rin had already masturbated, of course. But it was always like a means to an end, like maintenance, just something to keep his body going, like drinking water or eating. It doesn't look like that with you. It looks like he's going to die.

"Teacher," he murmurs, clinging to your arms, legs wrapping around your hips as you rub and touch him and wring the pleasure out of him. "Sir w-wait- mmh we shouldn't-"

The rational part of Rin's mind knew he should put an end to this, push you away and leave. It wasn't right; if his parents knew about this, what would they say? But the other part of him, the part that had been starved of affection and intimacy for so long, craved more, even if it was wrong.

It felt good, so good. His skin was on fire, his cock throbbing painfully beneath your palm.

He never knew it would feel like this to be touched by another person. It felt like a million electrical circuits were running under his skin and straight to his cock. He felt so sensitive, pushing against the confines of the fabric, balls so tight he knew he was going to cum soon, really fast, too fast.

"I like how eager you are. Always obedient and well-mannered. Always trying so hard to be perfect," you tell him, so experienced in undoing him beneath you with just a little rubbing. It doesn't take much. He turns the inside of his pants into a mess so fast it's embarrassing. He's so wet for you, so hard and he wants to cum so bad-

Rin is nodding, rocking against you, making these little sounds, sighs, moans. He can't hold on any longer...

"You blush so easily when I praise you. Does it turn you on when I call you a good boy?"

"Y-yes..."

"Are you close, baby? Do you want to cum?"

"Ngh s-so b-bad." Rin isn't even sure if he's talking or not anymore, if he's shouting or whispering.

"That's it Itoshi, come for me, pretty boy, cum in your pants like the obedient little thing you are." You keep talking dirty words to him. You tell him how beautiful he is, how you want to hear him more, how lovely his dick is. Rin cums just like that, so easy for you.

"Itoshi," you say as you rub him through his orgasm, "you're so beautiful like this, I never want to let you go, I'll ruin you for anyone else."

Itoshi, you say, as you drop him off at his door later, I'll see you tomorrow in class, sleep well.

Itoshi, you know you can ask me to stop at any time, right? I'm not going to get mad, I just want you to feel good.

Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know, you say as he kneels at your feet, anxious and tense as he stares at your groin with his big green eyes. Open your mouth, dear. Here we go. That's it, suck my dick. Ahh yes, good boy, like that, without rushing. See? You learn so fast, makes me proud of you.

Rin, you say. Rin. You were born for this. A natural little slut. I knew I chose right, you'll be even more wonderful when I'm done with you.

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I should be studying, but here I am, writing gay smut. Here's a little teaser of what I just wrote for Light Yagami. I'll be back tomorrow to review and post it.

"You like it when I prostrate myself at your feet."

Light couldn't deny it.

The blood staining your face, the stillness in your body, looking like a willing sacrifice, had his cock pushing against his pants. Throbbing and dripping. Begging to be shoved down your throat and forced to choke on him. He wanted to destroy you for all your audacity.

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