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wcters · 7 months ago

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ALL OF THE BOYS YOU LOVED BEFORE

pairing: franco colapinto x fem!singer!reader, ex!lando norris x fem!singer!reader

summary: a year after the breakup between y/n and lando, daniel and alex set her up with someone new

warnings/contents: some angst, fluff, some swearing, only some bad guy lando

author’s note: pretend that some of the things that happened in 2024 happend in 2023, faceclaim is gracie abrams, this is for my alrx and daniel fans (aka me)

taglist: @landorris, @bellsboops, @a-beaverhausen, @seasonswinter, @rosalie-mae, @saythename-sm, @nataliambc, @sarahsobsession, @awritingtree, @kawaiifurychaos, @batman7sworld, @dying-inside-but-its-classy , @mbioooo0000, @xo100, @charlotte-xoxo, @theonottsbxtch, @iamred-iamyellow, @willowpains, @sunny44, @caroto-porta-world-blog

do not answer ‼️

hey, can we talk?

about what?

what is there to talk about?

do not answer ‼️

i didn’t want it to turn out this way

YOU’RE the one who cheated, not me

i am fully entitled to react the way i did

and it could’ve been worse

do not answer ‼️

i know, it was shitty of me

i was just lonely and drunk

i didn’t mean it

that is such bullshit lando

you’re away 24/7 and not ONCE did i do what you did

don’t do this now

i’m moving on. you should too

what would your girlfriend think of this?

do not answer ‼️

i miss you, y/n

don’t do this, lando.

you’re going to regret it

do not answer ‼️

i regret doing this to you

it’s not the same with her

nothing will ever be enough for you lando

the only things i ask of you is to leave me alone

and treat your girlfriend right

don’t text me anymore. delete my number

i really do hope you find someone to settle down with

even if you don’t deserve it

you’ve blocked this number!

f1gossip

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f1gossip a little over a year after the breakup between lando norris and singer y/n y/l/n, y/n was seen hanging out in the williams garage with new driver franco colapinto at the italian grand prix. is a new romance budding?

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user1 this is unexpected but not unwelcome

user2 they would be so cute together

author pretend it’s franco in the pictures 😭😭

user3 did y’all see they way he was looking at her??

↳ user4 they are both down bad

user5 daniel or alex probably set that up

↳ user6 oh for sure, they’re y/n’s biggest fans

user7 it’s nice to see her looking happy with someone new

lilyswag

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lilyswag going for a sweet treat with daniel after we successfully played matchmaker

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totallynotdaniel feeling accomplished 😘😘

professionalchili okay queens

yourspam girl what

↳ lilyswag i thought i made it so you couldn’t see this….

↳ yourspam 🤨🤨🤨

artsyfartsyalex a well deserved sweet treat

ilovedaniel NEW SONG NEW SONG

↳ totallynotdaniel max…. you are so right

↳ totallynotdaniel NEW SONG NEW SONG

yourspam y’all better have gotten me, lily, and heidi something 😐😐

↳ lilyswag on the way to you now

↳ yourspam merci 😌😌

↳ artsyfartsyalex okay bilingual queen

↳ yourspam date me 😍😍 get rid of charles

↳ justaninchident girl what-

yourusername

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yourusername p9 and p13 for my boys! mama’s so proud 🥺🥺 thank you for bringing me along 🤍 even though now i know your true intent (you too lily and heidi)

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user1 i love their dynamic so much

alex_albon 🤫🤫🤫🤫

user2 WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

danielricciardo #masterminds

↳ alex_albon where’s our pay check

user3 they totally set her up with franco

francolapinto encantada de conocerte ❤️ (lovely to meet you)

↳ user4 this man is on a mission

user5 did you see the way franco was always looking for her??

↳ user6 his face LIT UP when he would talk to her

↳ user7 full on giggling n shit

lilymhe we definitely had no idea what was going on

↳ heidiberger_ 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

unknown

hey, is this y/n?

who are you?

unknown

oh sorry, it’s franco

i got your number from alex

ohh

that makes sense

well what’s going on franco?

franco

i really liked hanging out with you

i was hoping maybe we could do it again?

we could stay a couple days after the azerbaijan grand prix and explore the city

i don’t know…

franco

i’m not like him

please, just let me have a chance

if you don’t like it then we can never speak about it again

if you do, maybe we could go on a date

you can bring bernie

deal.

f1gossip

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f1gossip y/n y/l/n and franco colapinto seen walking her dog bernie and holding hands out in baku, azerbaijan after the azerbaijan grand prix. is this further conformation of their relationship?

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user1 daniel?? what are you doing here

user2 they look so happy together, i hope they’re together

↳ user3 she deserves happiness after her last relationship

user4 the father who stepped up 👏👏

user5 bernie is so cute 🥺🥺

lilyswag we did it y’all

↳ user6 ALEX??

↳ lilyswag 🤫🤫🤫

yourspam

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yourspam AHHHHH

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artsyfartsyalex happy for you belle 💗

lilyswag IT WORKED

lilyswag YIPPEE

totallynotdaniel alex and i are literally geniuses

ilovedaniel new songs coming??

↳ yourspam maybe…

professionalchili alex literally yelled yippee out loud

yourusername

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yourusername

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yourusername !!!!!!!!!! my new ep gasoline comes out in a week with the tracks so american, bed chem, risk, so high school, gasoline ft. HAIM, and am i okay ft. megan moroney!

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user1 y/n y/l/n and megan moroney?? my two worlds have collided

megmoroney 💙💙

user2 this are all about franco i just know it

danielricciardo max just squealed in delight…. and so did i

↳ maxverstappen1 I DID NOT

↳ user3 it’s okay max, we all know you did

alexandrasaintmleux will be streaming on repeat 💗💗

user4 I’M NOT READY

lilymhe pre-tournament playlist??

user5 THEY DID IT, I JUST CAN’T PROVE IT

francolapinto muy orgullosa y mucho amor ❤️ (very proud and much love)

↳ user6 AHHHHH

francolapinto

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francolapinto thank you to all the boys you’ve loved before ❤️

comments have been limited

yourusername :’) 🤍

user1 the balls this man has to diss you know who

alex_albon where’s our dedication song??

danielricciardo yeah, where’s the “thank you and i love you alex and daniel?”

↳ yourusername in the works, trust

heidiberger_ 💗💗

lilymhe you guys deserve this!

user2 thank you y/n for introducing him to taylor swift

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rhaeheartzsquirrelz · 5 months ago

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Handsy Vika

Sevika x Female Reader.

Your girlfriend loves your chest.

(Head Cannons || Smut + Fluff)

MEN DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT!!!

Cw: Nipple play. Reader doesn’t have a specific chest size, but do they bounce?? idk if thats like.. IDK. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Not Proofread || Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS AAYYY!!! 🥳

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

Sevika’s more of the handsy type.

She likes having her grip on things. Whether it’s holding your hand, tapping your ass, wrapping an arm around your waist or even your hips, she likes having you in her grasp— she likes the silent marking of her territory. Letting everyone know you’re hers and only hers.

One thing, however, that gets her attention more than anything else is your chest. She likes how plump your breasts look, how they’re just screaming for her to touch; for her hands.

She doesn’t have a specific type in how big her girlfriend’s boobs should be. But, as they say, the more the merrier.

She enjoys the view of your cleavage. She could stare at it for hours, really. The sight of you in a low cut top makes her hands itch for a poke, a squeeze even.

Even sitting in her lap at The Last Drop she has to hold back the urge to get a brush of a touch. It’s like there’s this invisible force pulling her hand to your chest.

One thing she’ll never admit is that she actually enjoys watching you walk around. She gets lewd thoughts just watching your breasts slightly bounce up and down.

We all know Sevika’s pretty damn protective, but it’s heightened whenever she sees someone’s eyes lingering a millisecond too long on the exposed skin of your chest. She knows you’re pretty, and pretty things attract attention, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. You’re her pretty thing, not some lost diamond waiting to be claimed.

What about when no one else is around? When it’s just the two of you in your shared apartment? When she can do whatever she wants to you?

Watching you walk around with your tight tank top turns her on. More than you’d ever expect.

It’s the way you’re so casually making your way towards the kitchen for a cup of water that gets her heart rate spiling. It’s the way your damn breasts look, all round and soft, that gets her mouth watering.

After trying her best to hold back, your girlfriend will call you over, feigning loneliness and luring you into her lap. And, undoubtedly, you never say no. Not even when her finger runs up and down your stomach, inching closer to your bra. How could you say no to pleasure?

She’ll sweet talk in your ear, whispering dirty little words about your breasts all the while cupping them under your shirt.

“My baby has really soft tits.” Yes, she calls them tits. “You’re harder than before, y’like this?” She’s referring to your hardened nipples. “What if I just?..” and she’ll give you a pinch and a hard pull.

Sometimes what turns her on further is pulling your shirt over your chest, not taking it off but only moving it. Sevika doesn’t understand why she thinks it’s so much more hotter, but all she knows is that she enjoys it.

Kissing your neck with her dark lips while twisting your nipples inbetween her fingers is one way to start it off. She’ll occasionally give them soft squeezes, pushing them together and, as embarrassing as it is for you, poke them and watch them recoil.

All you can do is shiver and moan. The cool metal of her mech hand always makes it harder to focus, especially when she slides it down, under your shorts, and presses it against your clit. It’s a sensation you can’t get enough of, can’t really describe. There’s no real motion, no friction, just a cold touch that makes you squirm.

(No, she won’t stick her mech fingers up your hoo-haa. She’s too scared it’ll scratch you. What if it malfunctions? She’d rather use her flesh fingers.)

Switching spots with her mech hand, she’ll rub against your pulsing clit. She likes feeling your hips shudder in her lap, the way your thighs close and push her fingers harder against you. She has no shame in what it does to her.

Her silver eyes never leave your form. She’ll stare at how her mech fingers are able to dig into your breast, how her flesh hand looks under your shorts, giving them a buldge, how you bite your lip in pure enjoyment, and even how your jaw drops afterwards. Sevika’s in love with your reactions.

Other than using her hands, Sevika likes tasting them aswell. In a comfortable position, she could gobble you up. Nipple in her mouth, she rubs her tongue against the tip. She’ll even, occasionally, give you a gentle bite, a suck and a pull.

She likes keeping eye contact while she does this, because, again, she loves seeing your face as she’s making you feel good. Knowing full well your cunt’s throbbing for more, yelling for contact, she won’t give it to you that quickly.

Alright, now.. what about Sevika when she’s not in the mood for sex? When all she needs is comfort?

After a long day of fixing up after someone’s bullshit, all your girlfriend needs is you.

She’ll come home late and immediately drag herself to the bedroom, laying her eyes on your half-asleep figure. It makes her sleepier.

And you, being the amazing girlfriend you are, always opening your arms for her muscular body to melt into.

She’ll rest her head on your natural cushions, arms lazily draped beside you on the bed as she deeply sighs in relief. Her back pain’s gone (she’s just distracted), her headache lessened, and she’s feeling so, so, so much better.

You’ll press heavenly kisses on her head, fingers playing with her dark hair all the while massaging her scalp. You know full well how to get her relaxed.

Earlier, the mention of your breasts feeling like stress balls— Yeah.. she’ll flip on her side and let her flesh hand give your chest a few, lazy squeezes. Your girlfriend’s too exhausted to care and she’ll continue until she’s snoring in your arms.

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 2 days ago

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Hellooo idk if you've played the Tekken games before but what if neglected reader is like Lili? Djjsbsjdjd gahh I love her sm and she's like this sassy confident lady hehehe and her outfits are GORGEOUSS 😭😭

And I got this idea for a Lili! Neglected reader while playing the dark resurrection game and how Lili is just this badass Compeating to save her father's business ^^;;

"Please don't tell my father!"

Lili Rochefort!reader x yandere batfam

Bruce and your mother's marriage was not based on love but rather a financial arrangement. She desired Wayne's wealth, and she obtained it. She ensured a biological child with him, even if their divorce was inevitable. Your mother would still retain his riches. Without lifting a finger, which meant you were more of a tool to gain wealth than actually be a daughter.

When your mother was through and had gotten what she wanted, she left you in your father's hands—the cruelest thing the woman ever did to you. Living in the manor was a nightmare. You had thought you were an only child, but life spat in your face and gave you "brothers." Rude, obnoxious, mean, angry, rage-filled, obsessed little creatures with a taste for violence; you found it vile how they would fight like brutes in front of the dinner table, making you almost drop your plate of decadent food Alfred had prepared for you. How beastly you think, watching them fight on TV in ridiculous costumes, fighting crime, and causing public property damage. They barely even had manners at galas or block events. So what if they acted like they wanted nothing to do with you? You wanted nothing to do with them.

"She’s so stuck up."

"She acts like such a princess."

"She walks like she has a stick up her ass."

You didn't care what your siblings said, wiping your long blonde hair in their faces. You were a sophisticated young girl, and that’s what you were raised to be: a good morning routine, daily workouts, piano lessons, and ballet on weekends. You were far from a ruffian; you were a lady and deserved to be treated as such. You didn't care how much Steph hated your prissy attitude or how Cass thought you were weak, how Jason thought you were a spoiled brat, or how Dick and Duke believed you had never been through a day of hardship in your life.

Tim and Damian never agreed, but one thing they could agree on was that all you were was a pretty rich girl, and you never tried to make them think you weren’t. Sure, there was more to you than meets the eye; Alfred knew that, but your brothers could never see it. When your father—the man you had been trying to impress for years with your good behavior, good grades, and overall good everything—wouldn't even spare you a passing glance, your whole world crumbled. He never loved your mother, and you knew better than that, but why couldn’t he love you? All he did was throw his ultimatum black card at you and say, "Not now, [Name]."

He thought you were like your petty mother, that you only cared about inheriting the Wayne fortune, nothing more. So, he kept you occupied with pretty dresses, nice shoes, and fancy ballet slippers. He couldn’t be serious, but the only way your father knew how to communicate was through violence—pure, unadulterated violence. Sitting in spare with Jason, you realized what language your family spoke; even Barbara had spoken it once or twice. It was violence, so you decided to speak their language—this unspoken language of fighting.

Holy shit, was it not fun! No wonder you saw the smile on Cass's face when she fought Duke in a match; it was pure fun watching your opponent fall and grovel underneath you, knowing you had the upper hand in a fight. Knowing you were better was pure bliss. But you must remember to fix your makeup after every match; a lady like you must never mess up her nails. And every time you win, you laugh like a mad woman, but you'll never tell your father that you're a fighter because you're his delicate little girl who's scared of dogs that bark too loudly.

#x black reader #black!reader #x neglected reader #batfamily x neglected reader #yandere batboys #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #black fem reader #x black fem reader #x black y/n #x black oc #x female reader #x fem!reader #fem!reader #tekken #tekken 8 #lili rochefort

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ddlydevotion · 2 days ago

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Sweet Love, All Night Long . ݁₊ ⊹

nsfw & sfw headcanons for Grace and Bo Chow

a/n: These headcanons aren’t separated by character, you’re basically a third in their marriage. I was stressed the hell out today but I had to get this out for ya’ll <3. Read part one here 💌.

Currently listening to: Come Get To This by Marvin Gaye

SFW

Everyone in town knows you by your name, your incredible work ethic, and as a good friend of The Chows. You stayed even after your shift was over to assist Bo around the store, bringing in new imports and placing them in their assigned aisles. It was sweet how dedicated you were to helping him around the store and giving extra hours. It was even sweeter just how willing you were to help him in the storage room for minutes on end.

They never fail to invite you to family/friend centered events. It's not like they need to make up a reason to see you, not anymore at least. They just see it as an opportunity to spend even more time with you. You already see a lot of the couple since you practically live at their home despite it not being your permanent residence.

Grace is the conscientious one of the two, while Bo is down for anything as long as it means he'll have you near. This attitude translates into the lengthy friendship he shares with the Moore twins. Bo is open to participate in anything you're interested in, whether that be enjoying a lively night out at the juke joint or having you sit near him (close enough for him to drape your thigh over his leg) as he dominates a game of poker.

Now, Grace isn't exactly opposed to having a good time but she'll hesitate before doing so. Her hesitation is never long lived but she has a habit of making sure you and her husband aren't putting yourself in harms way while going out. She always accompanies the two of you when the opportunity for a night out on the town arises.

"Don't let 'im get into too much trouble with the twins, alright? Y'know how grumpy he gets in tha mornin' after he drinks too much", she says while sending you off with Bo before pressing a chaste kiss to your awaiting lips.

These two are a pair of smooth talkers. They know just how much their flirtatious nature gets to you and they take advantage of that. Not only do they compliment you to the point where it's almost overwhelming, they're so touchy on top of that. Grace will trace her eyes over your face as she applies her lipstick to your lips, wiping off any excess with the pad of her thumb before saying:

"There ya go, baby. Ya look so pretty, dontcha? What were ya sayin' about red not bein' your color?"

Bo lovesss to look you right in the eye while fixing your hair before saying something that he knows is gonna make you look away, face flushed with heat.

“Why are ya gettin’ all shy? C’mon look at me, wanna see that pretty face.”

It doesn't matter if you're in the middle of hanging the clothes up to dry or working on dinner, that will not stop them from hugging you from behind or pulling you by your cheek to face them so they can kiss you as if you have all the time in the world.

They're both incredibly protective over you and their mouths can get really smart when it comes to defending you. Grace can break people down with just a simple glance. It never fails to surprise you just how easy it is for her to detect someone's weakness and use it against them.

Bo is childhood friends with the Moore twins, so this man knows how to defend himself and the people he cares about. He’ll get really agitated at the mere thought of somebody speaking about you in any way that’s not positive. He’s not above getting in their face and asking them can’ya repeat that? He’s not the type of man to hide away when confrontational conversations turn physical. He makes the other person feel stupid for even opening their mouth in the first place.

They care about you so intensely it can get a bit overwhelming at times. Please don't make them worry about you because they'll loom over your shoulder and follow you around to make sure you're actually taking care of yourself. They understand that you can get busy and that certain tasks can get in the way of you sleeping and maybe even eating, but they won't let you get used to depriving your body of what it needs.

In a modern au they're definitely the type of people to text you in order to remind you to eat.

You cannot hide anything from them. They know when someone's upset you and not even a second passes before they demand to know the person's name. It's really easy for them to read your mannerisms and expressions,. Even if you're not upset, they know when you're excited/happy about something and are waiting to tell them the good news.

"I knew you had somethin' going on with that little smile ya had on your face. It's not that hard to know what's goin' on in that head of yours."

NSFW

Grace doesn't have any sexual experience with women, so she's learning your body just as you're learning hers. She'll settle herself in between your thighs, holding them with such a tight grip you're convinced she thinks you'll disappear at any second. She'll flick her tongue over your throbbing clit while peering up at you to gauge your reaction. The pauses she makes to look at your flushed face make you feel as though she's teasing you, drawing it out on purpose. Bo has his hand tangled in her dark locks, guiding her head deeper into your thighs and acting as a coach of some sorts.

"There ya go, baby, jus' like that. Suck on that clit, theree you go good girl. maybe bite it if you wanna. She likes that."

He notices the tears of impatience welling up in your eyes from your orgasm being denied for far too long, and reaches a hand out to caress your cheek.

"Oh don't cry, baby. She's still learnin', ya gotta be patient with her, okay?"

As always, Bo was right. Grace was a fast learner and you knew that, but what you didn't know was just how obsessed she'd become with eating you out. Bo was an obsessed man on his own but you were shocked at how quickly she picked up that trait of his. She'd crawl over to you after Bo was done with you, plugging your pussy that was leaking with his cum using her tongue and holding your hands in hers as an attempt to soothe your overstimulated cries.

Bo has you ride him with his back against the headboard, you're facing forward with Grace twisting, pinching, and pulling at your sensitive nipples while latching her lips onto yours with feverish urgency. She takes one of her hands away from your chest as one of them remains tweaking & toying with your nipples. She licks her index and middle finger before reaching down and rubbing your clit with such a delicate touch it almost makes you want to scream.

The three of you make an effort to keep things exciting in the bedroom. Grace comes out of the washroom with her hair down and face bare wearing a silk nightgown traced with delicate lace, a tiny slit running up her thigh. Their tongues nearly lolled out of their mouths when you surprised them by wearing an entire lingerie set that consisted of a suspender belt, silk underwear to match, a basque that enhanced your curves that they loved oh so much, and nylon stockings.

Grace loves toying with your clit while Bo presses his hips flush with yours. You can't help but cry from all of the sensations you're experiencing at the hands of the beloved couple. Bo has you nearly folded in half with his sturdy hands placed on the back of your thighs, and Grace has her ring and middle finger circling your pulsing clit that is due for a break. Bo buries his face into your neck when he finally cums inside of you and moves his hips in a circular motion that makes your legs kick out and wrap themselves even tighter around his waist, similar to a snake trapping it's prey. When your moans grow a bit too loud, Grace swallows your cries by pulling you into a sloppy kiss that ends with drool spilling out from your connected lips.

"shh I know, I know. Feels so good don't it, baby? Y'look so pretty like this. Ya can't be shy right now, honey, c'mon. Look at 'im while you take that cock."

Bo is just as mouthy as his wife when it comes to getting you to look at him while he fucks you into the bed/overstimulates your pussy.

"yer so wet f'me, baby, do ya hear that? Ya hear how good your wet little pussy is takin' me?"

"we're gonna fuck ya so good yer not gonna want nobody else. I'll be damned if anybody else sees ya like this."

taglist: @bochowssinner @bochowswife @mjwhis @officialthrad @missroro @thegr33nc0met @warfaredoll and i think that's it!

#x female reader #x fem!reader #x female y/n #bo chow imagine #bo chow smut #bo chow sinners #bo chow x reader #bo chow #grace chow imagine #grace chow x fem reader #grace chow x reader #grace chow #sinners x black reader #sinners x fem reader #sinners x reader

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lazyjellyfish300 · 2 days ago

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𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇⠀᜔🧊ᮬႚ

🍓ೃ࿔ post-shibuya scarred!nanami kento x pregnant fem!reader

🍓ೃ࿔ being pregnant during the summer can be unpleasant, but you and your husband find a good way to cool down. 💦

🍓ೃ࿔ words: 3.2k

🍓 ೃ࿔ cw: minors dni, pregnancy, temperature play, smut, p w minimal plot, oral f receiving, fingering, nudity, brief oral m receiving, cum play? fluff, scarred post shibuya!nanami kento.

🍓ೃ࿔ a/n: self indulgent hell basically. thank you @ambiguouslady42 for the beta & encouragement as always 💗 ilysm!! my first time writing something like this so idk but enjoy anyway.

༘ ₊ ˚ . sparkle dividers~@/anitalenia, strawberries~ @/strangergraphics. ice symbol~ @/lilac-dreamxxz

The melody of cicadas flutters gently through the screen window of the master bedroom in the farmhouse. The sky is shrouded in a cloak of hushed indigo with scattered stars sprinkled haphazardly in smokey clusters. The sun disappeared but the heat lingered, bathing the countryside in a humid blanket that clung stubbornly to the Earth as summer made its hasty descent with the rolling essence of salt mingled in the breeze from the ocean that dwelled past the horizon.

You were doing your best to seek the coolness of what the soft whirring fan at the base of your bed afforded you. Your five month baby bump is cradled against the soft nooks of your pregnancy pillow as you both lay completely naked, nose to nose with your husband, Kento, homemade strawberry lemonade in a jar with a straw he holds steady for you as you take slow sips.

The muddled fresh strawberries mix perfectly with the sugar as the ice cubes tinkle against the glass, leaving the taste of early summer on your lips. You sigh with a bit of refreshed relief, before going right back in for more.

Kento can't help but chuckle, proud to enable your pregnancy cravings and that you apparently love this recipe in particular, mentally bookmarking it for a later time and hoping that this will do the trick to allow you a bit of reprieve from the relentless heat that pestered you all day.

"Don't forget." He reminds you, shaking a bottle of antacid pills as he pours one into your outstretched palm.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You mumble as you throw it back, taking a sip from the glass of water he has waiting for you when you do, sweetly tapping his foot with your own in that adorable way you always did since the stuffy heat and the sweat wouldn't permit cuddling, but you desired to touch him anyway.

"Of course." He murmurs, barely skimming your bottom lip with his finger as he takes the glass away.

The affection in his expression is unmistakable despite the patches of scarring on his left side, more expressive now that he allowed it to be free of his usual eye patch, such a relaxed side of him you blessed the stars every night for allowing you to be the one afforded the precious privilege of venerating every morning when the sun surged over the rain-laden clouds to tranquil evenings like this one before your eyelids dusted with sleep.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Aghh, it's still hot as hell..." You groan, shifting uncomfortably in search of a better position that would at least alleviate the ache in your lower back, anything at this point to get your mind off the laundry list of discomforts you were experiencing with this summer pregnancy.

Kento's heart twists with concern at seeing you in such a state, glancing down at the empty jar of ice cubes. He takes one between his fingers, softly skimming it over your forehead.

"Shit, Ken!"

You jump by the sudden burst of cold, but your breathing adjusts into the foreign sensation. The stifling heat fades away underneath the area where the cube is gently soothing.

"Oh, that..."

"Better?" He whispers, running the ice cube along the outline of your face, to the ridge of your jaw.

You just nod, gasping softly in response and closing your eyes as he carefully allows the ice to travel lower, the salt from your sweaty skin causing it to melt ever so gradually. The coolness trickles and leaves you with a satisfying effect that finally starts to assauge the stifling heat that had afflicted you.

You slowly open your eyes to be met with the attentive stare of his, that eases ever so slightly when it makes contact with your own. He can't help the deep seated stir in his loins born out of intimacy and care, the kind that needs no grand declaration and unravels only when you look at him like that in the solitude of your bedroom, particularly when you were in such an open state as this, glowing and naked, divinity emanating so freely with the softness of pregnancy despite your assertions otherwise.

It is a fact he has all but accepted by now that would always seize him without warning despite the years of love you had under your belt together.

He leans closer and drags the ice cube over your lips, tracing where they pout at their fullest, to the dainty corners, his own lips parting in mirrored response between your hushed breaths.

He can't deny his attention wandering to the little details, the trickle from the melted ice now dripping down your chin to the alluring juncture of your bare, beautiful neck, the dainty diamond necklace that resides there glitters mutely in the dull light and the gold chain glistens from the beads of sweat.

"Go lower."

He smirks as you dare him, unable to turn down such a lovely request. He groans as the payoff of such indulgence is immediate and very very apparent in all the little reactions you start to give him.

Your lovely eyelashes quake with flutters as he glides the ice between valley of your supple breasts. Your balmy lips fall open and shuddered breaths catch in a broken cadence that resemble moans and he feels himself immediately harden.

That soft, telltale wrinkle between the corner of your eyebrows has him sit up, leaning over you as the ice he's guiding with his fingertips traces deftly to your left nipple.

The response is almost immediate as your areola hardens with constellations of goosebumps that spread in a map to the expanse of surrounding skin. The silky bud grows perky and wet as the ice glazes over it from the contrast in your body temperature. Your sensitivity is skyrocketed at this time as your body made preparations to milk for your newborn baby, sending little pulses of pleasure that extended in ebbing waves all throughout your body.

You don't restrain your moans this time as you let them flow out of you like the rambling stream that courses beyond the walls of your farmhouse that shield your sounds from the outside world, spurring and coaxing him like the hypnotic call of a siren from the neighboring sea as he teases the ice in a slow circle.

Kento's eye is hooded under his impossible arousal that makes him leak from his scarred cockhead, uncut and swollen as it pulses to life between his long legs. But, the heady satisfaction he feels from being the cause of your pleasure makes him more than willing to wait, willing to bask in this gorgeous display of you wallowing in ecstasy under his watch, by his doing, and on his own sweet time that slowly scratched that unceasing itch he had to possess you in every way that he could.

He decides to leave the ice right there, almost nothing more than a melted chip as he balances it perfectly atop the center of your breast, flitting his wet fingertips along the squishy flesh before he brings them to his own mouth, unable to resist taking a good lick of the essence you left behind.

You grow keenly aware of the frosty sensation as it rests on your nipple, but it gives way quickly to something completely warm, warm and gooey like the building slick between your thighs that is of much greater interest to you in this steamy moment, like your husband's gorgeous, scarred body that hovers over you now with his solid frame of lean muscle he refined and worked in the sun, day after day in this piece of rural rainy heaven you carved out as your own.

You watch, spellbound by the precision of his fingers as he controls the second piece of ice, slowly from the top of your head, to the curve of your nose where it affectionately bumps the tip, to the nubile pout of your lips, down your chin and along the same valley the previous had endeavored, circling and swirling around the delectable nipple of your right breast until it comes to a rest on top just like the left.

"Oh, just look at you..." He massages your hips in an effort to not pull out his cock and stroke himself. Somehow his unequivocal patience would not depart him even when you were spread out so flawlessly like an offering.

The soft ice dissipates into rivulets that coat your breasts like the drops of dew that clung to the grass every morning when he ventured outside, the weeping trails like strings of raindrops that drifted from the mountain tops of your budding, enlarged nipples like the bumbling rivers of milk that would eventually pour from them when you gave birth to his baby cradled in your growing belly.

Your stretchmarks ran along your bump like twines of wild greenery, the most emerald ivy, electrified divinity that compells him to worship from the halo of your hair, to the swell of your hips, to the shine of your velvet sex that began to peek from between your wet folds and he groans as your back arches underneath him.

You look up at Kento, precious diamonds in an infinite arrangement of your ring catching in the light as you place a hand on his abs that flexed and twitched under his manhood, swinging and heavy underneath where the mosaic of scars from his left bled into the terrain of his polished right. He pops one more ice cube in his mouth without a word, his hand finding yours and giving it a soft squeeze before he pins it next to your head.

Now, his intentions are apparent as the ice between his lips ventures quickly past the trails he marked on your breasts and moves swiftly down your belly.

Your clit pulses and aches with need and you moan as he draws a circle around your belly button, allowing the convex of your belly to make the water dribble down and scarcely avoid your mound. The wispy hairs that sprout from your sex shudder underneath the cold, throbbing with a primal craving to be rubbed, licked, and fucked.

Kento sits back on his heels, panting as the precum from underneath the hood of his cock sears with more driblets, gathering the wetness that seeped into your pubes and distributing it just along the outside of your sleek folds, sucking hard on the ice cube for just a few more moments before he carefully brings his lips to your clit.

The glossy tip of the cube sweetly skims over your soft pearl and you immediately clench, your toes curling and the tousled cream colored sheets of the bed gather in your fists. He maps the outer parts of your smooth labia with the ice, running and massaging the cool between the honey that drools steadily from your needy pussy.

You moan gratuitously, sweetly purring and angelically sighing as you comb and run your fingers through his silky locks of pale yellow.

"Ohhhh I love you so much, Ken...mmmph so, so fucking good..."

Your words pierce his soul and they swell in the parts of his heart that your name is scorched into as every reverberation of the divine sounds you moan echo to limits that surpassed his ever exceeding threshold of tenderness he harbors for you.

The lustful haze you have him under is slowly making it hard for him to function. He's intoxicated off of this moment, off of the raw carnality your body is conjuring all for him. He places the ice in the alcove of your belly button, kissing it farewell before he goes right back to feasting.

His mouth is chilled but his breath is dulcet and warm. You feel him breathe and moan into your pussy as his tongue gently parts your folds and delves into the dribbling flood of nectar. His nose bumps your clit with each purposeful undulation of his tongue into your soaking wet paradise, delivering a bursting sensation of hot and cold that made every vertebrae in your spine coil into a searing knot and tear a desperate tirade of adoring pleas of his name.

"Ohhh I love your mouth, Kento....you're so wonderful. So good...so, so good..."

His balls writhe with pent up cum and he can't resist rippling his own hips against the mattress for a little relief. He grows weak with how you easily you praise him, for how unabashed your desire was for the disfigured parts of him he had long thought were not deserving of such unconditional treatment. It was honestly close to being more self-serving for him than yourself despite the fact he was the one currently wrecking you beyond all comprehension.

He adores when you tell him how much you love him as he's performing the physical manifestation of how how irrevocably and steadfastly he burned for you despite having you every single day, how undeniably you belonged to him with how flawlessly your bodies fit together in the ultimate expression of devoted passion, how you'd beg him to consume you until there's nothing left as you teetered on the cusp of the pinnacle of release.

He sits up, gaze roving all over the sight of you spread, engorged breasts bouncing, bumpy and perky nipples from the crisp wetness that began to chill with the subtle breeze that pours through the open window.

He murmurs something you can't quite make out into the juncture of your neck, leading with his thumb over your clit as he teases two scarred fingers at your entrance, swallowing your cries with his mouth before they can tumble out to the nighttime air without his permission.

His precum oozed from his slit that rests on your bump as he steadily pumps his fingers, the leathery texture of his cock inviting your thighs to squeeze together at such direct, naked warmth, his arousal and its obvious presence, knowing, remembering, craving the stretch of it inside you that bordered on obsession.

The ease of his grunts strain under his concentration on flexing and circulating the movements of his less dominate hand to thrum and rub against that magical spot of silk inside you that was tried and true.

"So good for me. Always so sweet. It...hah...it feels absolutely incredible for me too, God, watching you like this, darling." He breathes.

He brings the ice cube that began to drift in a melted puddle back from your belly button, gracefully guiding it with his right hand while he continues fucking you with his left, glossing and dripping it over each nipple in a fresh coat, leaning in and suckling his tongue over the ice cube to give you that delicious dual sensation of hot and cold as he sealed it with gentle pressure from his mouth before releasing with a lazy plop.

"I would have done this much sooner if I knew how much you enjoyed it." He teases between sucks with a low husk, going back to lapping at your tits with what coolness was leftover on his methodical tongue.

"Oh, look at that..." He punctuates his statement with a soft kiss to your nipple, turning his head to watch his fingers shine and ooze with your slick as they slipped back and forth.

"Gorgeous. You're even more responsive than usual."

"Ken, I'm so damn close..." Your velvet walls spasm with measured rhythm around his fingers.

"That's just cruel, love..." His teeth grit as his self restraint stretches past the bounds of comfort as every clench of you delivers the phantom sensation of being buried in your wet heat. "You know I prefer you do that when I'm deep inside you..."

You gaze up at him, half-lidded eyes cloudy with a lust-blown haze, lips parted and silky and you pulse again. "Yeah, like this..?"

His eye, intense and rich like the dreamiest caramel impossibly darkens as he buries his face in your neck, his balls wind with mind melding ache.

"Oh darling, if you weren't carrying my baby, I think I'd punish you for that..."

Your movements cause some of the melted ice from your belly button to drizzle towards your clit where his thumb collects and swirls it in a mixture of your pearly cyprine, delivering another cool rush of euphoria upwards and then...

"There..."

His embrace muffles the shivering tremors of your rippling orgasm, and the mellifluous chorus of your honeyed moans causes his cum to leak in a milky stream down your thigh, gripping you tighter against his frenzied heartbeat.

You're arguably more sweaty than when you started but the sea of sensuality he immersed you in headfirst offsets that sensation completely, elation set ablaze by the absolution that brings your bond impossibly closer as you clutch one another, all aches and pains you had in the beginning long forgotten as the flames diminish to a low simmer.

A healthy blush spreads across his face, running a hand through his bangs where your fingers had left a tousle from earlier while he was feasting on your sex, a tad embarrassed as your eyes wander to the small reservoir of cum that dripped from one side of your belly to your thigh.

"I'm sorry I didn't last this time." His exhale halts halfway out of his lungs as he watches you suck a fresh ice cube into your mouth, doing his best to see over the receding fog of carnality and discern what dastardly scheme brewed behind those bewitching irises that gleamed with a flame that was not extinguished just yet.

"It's okay..." You coo as you tease the ice cube with your tongue along his sensitive tip, letting it trickle with a mixture of cum and drool down the veiny girth of scar tissue, watching it twitch with the promise of slowly stiffening back to life as a groan rumbles between his teeth. "But I'm curious, sweetheart..." You lick him from base to tip, smearing his cum with the ice in a mixture of hot and cold and his stomach muscles tighten in a vice.

"Tell me more about this punishment you were speaking of earlier."

His brows crinkle in surrender, sighing in a state of fucked out bliss as the irresistible contrast in temperature already has him hard, combined with the silky texture of your probing tongue.

"I....fuck...I hardly think it can be referred to as such, darling. You react quite the opposite." His eye droops as he involuntarily cants his hips a little further past your lips. "Besides, as I said, you're pregnant. That will just need to wait for another time."

You suck him off with a wet plop. "Mm...that's a shame. Maybe I would've wanted you to."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

He tilts his head, gathering his fists at his side as the ice melts even more in your palm that's gripping his girth as you lather his cock with lewd squelches of skin, subtly teasing the slippery length between the seam of your breasts as you lean over him.

"Mmmph...what kind of man would I be to handle his wife in such a way when she's in delicate condition?"

Before you take him in your mouth again, you notice the glass of ice cubes that was far from empty on the nightstand, grinning knowing you're about to enjoy your turn with him much more than you should, and that the morning was still hours away.

"We'll see about that."

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warfaredoll · 23 hours ago

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[𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞] 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Erik coming home to his sweet wife who can’t help but become a emotional mess

thank u anon for requesting this ‹𝟹, pure fluff, wc 1k, will poulter is husband material

you turned toward the door, the sound of gravel crunching in the driveway. the knock was soft barely there as you looked through the small peep hole of the door

“Who is it?” you called out with a small smile on your lips

there was silence from the other side of the door and then his voice, deeper, rougher than you remembered but it was him

“your husband.” he replied

you didn’t even give yourself time to process it, your hand flew to the knob, twisted, and there he was

Erik stood there in his uniform, bag slung over one shoulder, sun catching the edges of his short buzzed blonde hair, he looked exhausted and handsome all at once

you didn’t let him say a word

you came up to him wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his chest with a shaky sigh of relief. his arms still hovering in the air for a second then slowly, they came down wrapping around your waist

one of his hands slid up to stroke your hair gently, fingers threading through it. “Hey” he murmured, voice soft against your temple

he just stood there with you in his arms, the door swung shut behind him with a quiet thump as he guided it closed with his foot, never loosening his hold around you

you finally pull back just enough to look at him, your arms still looped loosely around his neck. his eyes tenderly looked over you

“God” he breathes,“you look beautiful. even more than I remembered”

his fingers graze the thin strap of your dress, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips a little teasing. “you wore this one for me, didn’t you?”

you can only nod, “I know you like it” you whisper

“I love it” he says, “looks even better now that I’m here to see it on you.”

his hands come up to cup your face gently, thumbs brushing across your cheeks and his gaze softens even more

“I missed you so much. I thought about you every single day.”

your lower lip trembles as you look up at him, a pout starting to form. you bite it back, but the thoughts creep in anyway the thoughts of him in danger, in pain, alone.

he notices immediately. his brow furrows and he leans in a little closer, his thumb tracing the corner of your mouth. “Hey.” he murmurs. “don’t think about it right now. I’m here. I’m okay.”

“I just…” your voice cracks. “I can’t stop thinking about what you went through. what you probably saw.”

he presses his forehead gently to yours, closing his eyes.

“There were hard days. real hard. but you.. you were the only thing that got me through. every time it got bad, I just pictured your face. your laugh. you in this dress.” he chuckles softly, pulling back just enough to look at you again. “you don’t have to understand what I went through, just stay here. be here. that’s all I need.”

you let out a shaky breath as your hands find the front of his jacket, gripping the fabric tightly

but your pout deepens until it breaks completely. the emotions of it all comes over you hard and suddenly you’re crying, messy, breathless, with your face buried in your hands as if you could hide from it all. you hate crying like this, but it’s like every fear, every nightmare, every sleepless night just poured out all at once now that he’s finally, finally home.

“I’m sorry” you manage to hiccup through the tears, voice muffled and shaky. “I just-”

“Shhh, hey” Erik whispers, stepping closer trying to wrap you up in his arms again. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

his hands rub gentle circles along your back, trying to soothe you, to ease the ache he knows he caused by being gone even if it wasn’t his fault. he presses kisses into your hair murmuring, “I’ve got you. you’re okay now. we’re okay.”

the the tears won’t stop. your face is hot, your nose is running, and you’re pretty sure you’re getting snot all over the front of his uniform but he doesn’t care. he just holds you tighter

then he leans back a little, cupping your face in his warm hands, thumbs brushing at your tear streaked cheeks, his brow furrowed with worry. “Come here” he says softly, he bends slightly and picks you up into his arms

you softly gasp through your tears, your arms instinctively going around his neck, and your sobs continue but now your face is tucked against the warm crook of his neck. everything muffled

“I’ve got you” he whispers again, “let it all out.”

and you do

you cry into his neck, your fingers curling into his jacket, letting go of every terrifying thought you’ve held in for months. and he just holds you, walking you slowly into the living room murmuring sweet things into your ear

Erik lowers himself onto the couch, holding you close in his lap, one hand still cupping the back of your head the other wrapped tightly around your waist

you’re still crying quiet now but no less. your face is buried in the crook of his neck, warm tears soaking into his skin, and your fingers cling to the collar of his uniform like you’ll never let go

he doesn’t rush you. doesn’t tell you to stop or try to pull you out of what your feeling. instead, he leans his cheek against your temple and rocks you ever so gently, like you’re something precious

“Breathe baby” he whispers, lips brushing your hair. “I’m here. I’m really here. It’s over.”

your breath stutters, catching on another sob, and he hugs you tighter

“All that waiting, all those nights alone you don’t have to do that anymore” he says softly. “You don’t have to be afraid, you don’t have to fall asleep wondering if I’m okay.”

your fingers loosen just a little as his words sink in. your sobs are quieter now, more like soft hiccups and you shift slightly in his lap to look up at him through wet lashes

“I was so scared” you whisper, voice cracking. “every single day. I just kept thinking what if I lost you”

his face crumples a little, and he leans in to kiss the tears right off your cheeks.

“You did stay strong” he murmurs. “even when it was hard. even when I couldn’t be here. I know it wasn’t fair. I hate that you had to carry all of that all alone.”

he brushes his thumb across your cheek again, swiping at another tear.

“but i’m home now. I’m safe. and I swear to you, I’m not going anywhere. not for a long, long time.”

you nod slowly, another shaky breath leaving your chest as you rest your head against his shoulder. his fingers rub circles into your back, slow and soothing and you feel your body finally begin to relax in his arms

you’re still curled in his lap, legs draped over his

“You’re everything to me” he says quietly, his lips near your ear. “and I’m gonna spend every day reminding you of that.”

Erik shifts just enough to see your face again, his gaze full of nothing but tenderness. his thumb brushes under your eyes, wiping away the last of your tears. then with a small crooked smile he leans in and gently dabs at your nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

“You’re a beautiful snotty mess” he says with a soft laugh, voice warm and teasing but so full of love

you sniffle laughing softly against him “I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” he whispers, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You could cry all over me every day for the rest of our lives and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

he reaches down then, cradling your hand in both of his. slowly he brings it up to his lips pressing a kiss to the ring he put there, a promise you both held onto through the longest months of your lives

his lips linger for a moment before he looks up at you again

“I love you” he says simply

you lean forward, and he meets you halfway pressing the gentlest kiss to your lips so full of love

when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. and neither of you moves

you stay like that his arms around you, your hand still held in his

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oddlylovingaddiction · 2 days ago

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Hi how are you, I was wondering if you could do a batfam x reader where she was switched at birth

OKAY SO SORRY I HAVEN’ T ANSWERED THIS, I was thinking about making this ask a full fic and I’ve actually been thinking how to go about this. Because I don’t really want to create a throw away character that reader will replace eventually because idk why but that just leaves me with a guilty feeling 😭 however I started thinking…

What if YOU were the fake?! Batman THOUGHT you were his bio kid however when Damian came along Bruce ended up getting both your DNA tested. Damian was a 100% Bruce’s kid. You? You were definitely not. Insert chaos. Here’s a short blurb/fic about it! (I’m totally down to make it into a series if it gets popular enough. I mainly say series because this is such a good idea for a series and not just a one time thing.)

I’m assuming you want Fem!Reader from the she/her. Sorry if that was wrong!

Platonic Batfam x reader x platonic frenemy Damian

Tw for cursing, psychical violence, mentions of breakdowns, kidnapping and human experimentation.

(Also may contain spelling mistakes…)

“He is not your kid.” You scowl, glaring at Damian. I mean from your point of view he’s coming and swooping up a spot you had for years as Bruce’s child.

“Ha! Says the bastard who doesn’t share a lick of blood with her supposed father.” Damian snapped, giving you the evilest smirk known to man. You give him a strong punch for that, “Fuck you, just go back to your hole and die!” You screech.

Damian launches himself back, fists fire from both of you as you both. Bruce scowls, he was quiet before mainly just taking it all in before he decides that’s enough fighting, so he yanks you both apart and up by your shirt collars (almost like a mother cat would pick up her kittens by the scruff), before either of you could reach for your weapons.

You’re both battered, you sporting a black eye and Damian with a blooded nose. You glared at each other like if Bruce let go of you both, you’d go back to fighting to the death.

“It doesn’t matter who’s biologically mine, you’re both my kids and I intend to take responsibility for both of you.” He huffs in his gruff voice.

He pauses looking at You and Damian, who are looking in opposite directions, making sure if he sets you down you’re not going to try and kill each other.

When he finally sees you both not looking as murderous he sets you both down with a sigh before walking away.

As Bruce turns his back Damian mouths “Not his real kid.” To you which you mouth back “I know you aren’t his real kid no need to remind me.” To which he tries and kick you for. However Bruce turns around again so Damian and you are forced to stop.

When Bruce turns back around. you flip each other off and walk away.

That’ll probably be roughly how it starts, listen Bruce and the rest of the batfam doesn’t care if you’re not biologically his, hell half the damn family is adopted you’re fine. But between you and Damian? It matters. Oh it so matters. Constantly one upping each other in everything. Training? It’s a competition. Eating? It’s a competition. Hell even BREATHING is a competition. And Bruce lowkey doesn’t give a fuck, in fact he likes that you both are competing against each other because it means that both of you are improving battle wise. He only really separates you both when it gets violent or unproductive. I think Bruce would occasionally even try and start fights between you both because it makes you train more.

NOW HERE IS WHERE IT GETS JUICY.

So I think reader gets kidnapped by Lex Luthor during a mission with Damian. And this EATS HIM UP. The boy is a wreck assuming you’re dead and it’s his fault. I’m talking he trains 10x harder, he is 10x meaner and 10x more harsh on himself he usually is. I’m talking Bruce has to demand he stop and take breaks, and during those breaks he breakdown crying from the guilt and pain.

Insert some years later, 5? 3? Who knows years later you’re released from Lex’s grip, a bit battered and bruised and you go back home, when Alfred opens the door he nearly faints and Dick screams something about a ghost.

However once one of the batfam members confirms you are human and not a ghost, they all come running and BAWL their eyes out. Hugging you tight even if you’re now somewhat cold to them because of the stuff you’ve faced from Lex.

Damian walks in to see you standing there and you expect for him to flip you off or be annoyed you’re alive but instead when everyone finally lets go of you, he just walks calmly over and rests his head on your shoulder before breaking out in quiet sobs.

Everyone is shocked and frozen, and you’re frozen too, because you definitely weren’t expecting this. “I’m sorry— it was all my fault..” He sobs before slowly wrapping his arms around you.

I swear it takes you a good two hours before he finally stops crying and ever since then he’s being insanely clingy, he refuses to leave your side. He’s convinced that any moment you’ll disappear again and he’ll feel this unbearable pain again. But he also fears losing, in what his eyes is, probably his closest friend he’s ever had. Someone who inspires him to do his best everyday.

He now proudly calls you his sibling and straight up refuses to do anything without you, you’ve both been dubbed “The Wayne twins.” By media and the family despite the fact you’re not twins biologically at all.

I’m thinking of writing a full fic based on this, but I’m not sure! If this gets popular I’ll work on it after finishing Coming Full Circle! Let me know what everyone thinks!

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cabotinheels · 17 hours ago

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— JEALOUS HEAT — e.prentiss x g!p female reader

PREMISE: She wanted your attention—so she let someone else flirt with her. Smiled too wide. Laughed too loud. She knew exactly what she was doing. Now she’s face-down on the couch, dress bunched at her waist, your cock buried deep as you fuck the jealousy out of your system—and the smugness out of her voice.

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You barely made it through the evening without snapping. Watching her lean in a little too close to that woman at the bar, flashing that slow, knowing smile like it wasn’t meant to gut you. She laughed like she didn’t know you were standing just feet away, clenching your jaw, holding back the heat crawling under your skin. And every time you caught her eye, she just raised an eyebrow and smirked—like she was daring you to do something about it. Like she wanted you jealous.

By the time you get home, you’re a fucking storm inside. The silence in your apartment is heavy, but not peaceful. Tense. You drop your jacket on the floor instead of hanging it up, pacing once like you need to burn off the rage rolling under your skin. Emily leans against the kitchen counter, still smug, still silent, watching you with that unreadable expression.

“She was just being nice,” she says eventually, unbothered, peeling her coat off slow, deliberate, as if she doesn’t feel the heat radiating off you. “You don’t have to be jealous.”

You scoff. “I’m not jealous,” you lie. Your voice is lower now, sharp. “I’m fucking pissed.”

“Oh?” she quirks an eyebrow, playing innocent, unzipping her boots like she’s not baiting you. “Because someone else gave me attention?”

Your glare could cut glass. “Because you let her. You liked it. You wanted me to see it.”

That does something to her—makes her eyes darken just slightly, lips curling. She steps toward you, slow and confident. “Maybe I did.”

That’s it. You grab her wrist and pull her in close, your mouth right at her ear. “Then prove it. Show me who you really want.”

You sink into the couch, legs spread, cock already half-hard under your jeans, your whole body thrumming with restrained anger. Emily doesn’t say a word—she just moves. Walks toward you like she owns the fucking room, dragging her fingers slowly up her thighs as she hikes her dress higher and higher, until—

No panties.

Your jaw clenches hard, and she smiles when she sees your reaction. She steps between your legs, the hem of her dress barely covering anything now, her slick pussy on full display just for you. Shiny, swollen, so fucking wet. You can smell her arousal from where you’re sitting. The smugness is still there, but it’s laced with something hungrier now—something needier.

“You mad?” she whispers as she straddles your lap, grinding her bare heat over the bulge in your pants. “You want to fuck the attitude out of me?”

You growl and yank your zipper down, pulling out your cock—thick, veined, already leaking at the tip. She lets out this breathy little moan as you stroke it once, twice, guiding it right under her. Her pussy is dripping, folds glistening as she lowers herself down onto you without hesitation. Just pure, slick, hot need.

You sink into her slowly at first, stretching her wide, and her head falls back with a moan. She’s so fucking tight, so wet it’s almost obscene, her pussy clenching greedily around you, like it missed this as much as you did. As much as she pretended she didn’t need it.

She starts to ride you, rolling her hips like she wants to make a fucking show out of it—like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. Her hands brace on your shoulders as she bounces, and your hands shoot up to grab her ass, squeezing hard, forcing her to move faster, deeper. Her tits are right in your face, bouncing with every thrust, and you don’t even ask—you just latch onto one nipple with your mouth and suck, hard, teeth scraping just enough to make her gasp. Your tongue circles, greedy, rough, before switching to the other. She cries out your name, grinding down harder, faster, soaking your cock with every slap of skin on skin.

“Yeah?” you growl against her chest, one hand fisting in her hair. “That what you wanted, baby? Make me jealous so I’d fuck you like this? So you could cum on my cock like a needy little slut?”

She nods frantically, moaning, words slurred and gasped. “Yes, fuck—yes, just like that, don’t stop—”

You feel her tighten, her pussy clenching hard around you as she cums, grinding down with a desperate cry. Her whole body shudders, legs trembling around your waist, arms clutching your shoulders like she’ll fall apart if you stop touching her. But you’re not done.

Not even close.

You grip her hips and flip her, face-down into the cushions before she can catch her breath. Her dress is bunched at her waist, ass high in the air, and you grab two full handfuls of it before yanking her hips back into you.

“Mine,” you growl, lining your cock up again. “You wanna act like a cocktease in public? Fine. But this pussy?” You slam back into her in one brutal thrust. “Mine.”

Emily cries out, her cheek pressed to the pillow, hands clawing at the couch. You pound into her from behind, deep and rough, hands gripping her waist hard enough to leave bruises. Her ass bounces with every thrust, slick squelches filling the room, and your cock drives so deep she arches her back just to take it better.

“You ever let anyone else look at you like that again,” you hiss, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back, “I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk the next day.”

All she can do is moan—wrecked and breathless, her pussy fluttering around you like she’s already close again. And god, the way she clenches—tight and hot and wet like a fucking vice—it’s everything. Your jealousy’s still boiling, not dulled at all. It just makes you rougher, meaner, your thrusts unforgiving as you claim her over and over again.

“Say it,” you growl, voice ragged as you grip her ass and thrust deep. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“You!” she cries, voice muffled by the cushions. “It’s yours, fuck—yours!”

You fuck her harder.

You don’t slow down when she cums again.

You feel it—the way her whole body tenses under you, how her pussy clamps down so hard it nearly pushes your cock out. She whines into the cushions, tries to jerk forward, but you grab her hips and slam her right back onto you.

“No,” you growl, panting into her ear as you press your chest to her back, grinding your hips in circles deep inside her soaked cunt. “You don’t fucking run from it. You take all of it. You asked for this.”

She’s crying out, voice high and fucked out, hips shaking from the aftershocks. Her second orgasm tears through her so fast, so violently, her legs nearly give out—but you don’t let her go. You fuck her through it, pounding into her pussy like it’s yours—because it is.

“Too much,” she gasps, face half-buried in the cushion.

You grab her by the hair, yank her head back, and spit in her ear.

“You wanted too much when you let her flirt with you,” you snarl. “You wanted to be shown who owns this pussy? Then fucking take it, Emily.”

You reach around and slap her clit hard, making her cry out, her whole body jolting like it’s electric.

“I feel you squeezing me,” you hiss. “You’re gonna cum again, aren’t you?”

She nods frantically, drooling into the pillow, hands clawing at the cushions like she’s trying to hold on for dear life.

“Not yet,” you snap. “Don’t you fucking dare. You don’t get to cum again until I say so.”

You spank her ass—hard. The smack echoes, and the skin turns bright red under your hand. Then again. And again. You watch her arch into it, pussy twitching, dripping all over your cock and thighs, leaving a slick mess with every thrust.

“Look at you,” you taunt, voice low and rough. “You ride one stranger’s attention for a night and now you’re my fucking cum-dumb whore. My toy. My sweet little reminder that no one else gets to have you.”

You bite down on her shoulder, hard enough to bruise, and she moans for it—head thrown back, fucked-out eyes rolling.

“You like that, huh?” you sneer, dragging your tongue along the mark you just left. “You like when I mark you up like a filthy little slut?”

She whimpers, hips grinding helplessly into you.

“Tell me.”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I love it. Fuck—mark me, use me, just don’t stop—”

You grab her jaw, twist her head just enough to kiss her—sloppy, brutal, all tongue and teeth. Then you shove her face right back into the couch.

You’re close now—your thrusts faltering just slightly, balls tightening, that ache at the base of your spine coiling tighter and tighter.

“You feel that?” you rasp, voice breaking with need. “Feel how fucking close I am?”

She nods, practically sobbing, still clenching around you like her body’s begging for release.

“Then hold it. You hold that pretty little orgasm right there. Don’t cum until I do. You cum with me.”

She chokes out a sound that’s barely human, her fingers digging into the cushions, her legs trembling under you.

You slam into her harder, hips smacking her ass with brutal rhythm, both of you right on the fucking edge. Her pussy milks your cock, wetter than you’ve ever felt her, juices soaking your thighs, your abs, the couch.

“Now,” you growl. “Cum with me. Fucking cum with me, Emily.”

She screams your name as she cums, full-body shaking, her cunt pulsing around you in relentless waves. That’s what pushes you over—your balls tighten and then you’re exploding inside her, thick hot ropes of cum filling her up as you growl through clenched teeth, holding her hips in a bruising grip, locked deep inside her.

You don’t pull out. You stay there, cock buried to the base, her body twitching from aftershocks, both of you panting like animals.

Your cum leaks out of her, dripping down her thighs and soaking into the ruined cushion beneath her.

You lean down, kiss her shoulder—softer this time—and murmur, “Next time you want attention, you come to me, got it?”

She nods slowly, still breathless, still shaking. “Yours,” she whispers. “Always.”

And now she knows you mean it.

The room is quiet now, except for the heavy sound of your breathing and the slow tick of the wall clock. Emily’s still face-down on the couch, her cheek pressed into the cushions, arms limp, body spent. You’re both covered in sweat, your cum leaking out of her slowly, your hands still resting on her waist.

But that jealous fire in your chest—it’s gone now. Burned out and left behind something raw, something tender.

You lean over her back and kiss her spine, your lips brushing across damp skin in a line, slow and reverent. She shivers under you, sighing, not in pain, not quite in pleasure anymore either—just that soft, floaty space that comes after being completely undone.

“Hey,” you murmur, voice low but warm, as you pull back gently. “Can you turn over for me, baby?”

She nods, sluggish but trusting, and you help her shift, one hand supporting her back, the other brushing her hair from her face. Her eyes are heavy, hazy, but she smiles a little—soft, satisfied.

You reach for a towel, clean between her legs carefully, your touch feather-light now. She hisses a little as you dab around her thighs and her puffy, used pussy, and your chest tightens. Then you glance down and see her ass—red, glowing from where you’d spanked her, your handprints still faintly visible.

“Shit,” you whisper, frowning as you run your fingers gently over the heat of her skin. “Em... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go that hard.”

She opens her eyes a little more, meeting your gaze, and reaches for your hand.

“Hey,” she says softly, tugging your fingers to her lips for a kiss. “You didn’t go too far. I wanted it.”

You search her eyes for any sign she’s just saying that, but all you find there is calm. Fondness. A quiet kind of joy that cracks your heart open.

“Still,” you say quietly, brushing her hair behind her ear, “next time... tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

She nods. “I will.” A small pause, then a teasing smirk tugs at her lips. “But I think I liked how jealous you got.”

You groan and press your forehead to hers with a chuckle. “You’re such a brat.”

“I’m your brat.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, kissing her again—slower this time, full of warmth. “You are.”

You help her up off the couch, carry her to the bathroom even though she insists she can walk. She leans on you the whole time anyway, head resting on your shoulder while the water runs warm in the tub. You sit behind her in the water, legs tangled, your arms wrapped gently around her middle as she melts back against your chest.

“You okay?” you ask, brushing your fingers through her wet hair.

She hums. “Better than okay.” Then, after a breath: “I like when you’re soft like this.”

Your heart clenches a little, because you know what she means. You kiss the top of her head, press your cheek to her temple, and whisper, “I’ll always be soft with you. Even when I’m rough.”

She laughs lightly. “You’re such a sap when you’re not railing me into the couch.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

“Always.”

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snottyped · 2 days ago

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milked

minatour x cowgirl reader nsfw

The sun was dipping low outside the barn, casting everything in a syrupy gold haze. You were still tangled in the straw, legs wrapped around his hips, body slick with heat and musk and everything he’d poured into you. His knot was still swollen deep inside you—thick, locked, hot.

You swore you could feel every pulse of him.

The Minotaur groaned above you, chest heaving, his massive arms caging you in.

“You’re still squeezing me,” he growled, voice low and trembling. “I can feel it.”

You gave him a wicked smile, slowly rolling your hips, tightening around the bulge seated inside you like a vice.

“M’not doing anything,” you whispered, clenching again.

Schlk.

He twitched, his breath hitching.

“Don’t play, little cow,” he warned. “You keep milking me like that and I’ll—fuck.”

You clenched harder this time. Slick. slick.

He hissed, arms trembling as he tried to keep himself from rutting again.

“You want more?” he grunted. “You already filled to the brim, and now you’re trying to drain me dry?”

You just moaned, biting your lip, rocking your hips just enough to drag friction across the knot stuck inside you.

“It’s not my fault you got stuck,” you said innocently, and then clenched—tight.

That did it.

His hand slammed down next to your head, straw flying. His nostrils flared, eyes blazing.

“You little brat.”

His hips snapped forward instinctively, grinding the knot deeper. You gasped—yes, that ache, that stretch.

“You want to milk me? Then take it,” he growled. “Every. Last. Drop.”

He grabbed your thigh, lifting it higher, angling deeper.

Slrk—fap—slrk.

The knot didn’t budge, but you could feel more heat spilling into you, his cock twitching helplessly as he came again—just from your milking.

“You’re gonna keep doing that until I split you,” he snarled, voice gone rough with heat. “And then maybe you’ll behave.”

You didn’t plan to.

You clenched again.

And again.

The barn was quiet now, save for the soft rustling of straw and the rhythmic sound of your hips grinding against the Minotaur’s. His knot was still swollen, thick, and locked inside you, but the pressure wasn’t stopping you. It was only making you want him more.

You were riding him now, slow and deliberate, your hips rolling with each bounce, testing the edges of that ache, the stretch that you could feel deep inside your core.

His breath came in sharp gasps, his massive hands gripping the thick muscle of your thighs, guiding you as you rose and fell. The barn was heavy with the scent of sweat, your body flushed with heat as you bounced, each motion causing your breasts to jiggle, the sight making the Minotaur’s eyes darken with possessiveness.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his teeth gritted, watching every movement you made, his nostrils flaring. “You’re so fucking slutty. You really think you can keep doing this?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. Instead, you clenched around his thick cock again, just to feel him twitch inside you.

Schlurp—slap.

His grip tightened on your waist, pulling you down harder, using his strength to slam you down on his knot. The sound of your bodies meeting echoed in the barn. Your hips snapped against his, your skin slapping against his fur, the rhythm steady but increasing in intensity.

Slap, slap, slap.

Your body rocked with each motion, the sensation of his knot filling you up, stretching you wide. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing and pinching your sensitive nipples, teasing them with roughness that only spurred you on. His voice was hoarse now, thick with desire.

“You’re riding me like you were made for it. Fuck. I can feel your body trying to milk me again. Trying to take everything I’ve got.”

Your eyes fluttered, the pleasure building with each rise and fall of your body. His cock was thick, heavy, pushing into you with each thrust, and you couldn’t help but meet him halfway, grinding down on him, making him groan louder.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. “You want me to fill you up again, don’t you? Want me to breed you like the cow you are?”

The words hit you like a wave. You moaned, your movements growing faster, the intensity building until your thighs burned. The room was spinning.

You strained around him again, feeling his cock throb inside you, the pressure of his knot almost too much. His hands were everywhere, pinching, pulling, guiding you as he thrust harder, pushing you closer to the edge.

Slap, slap, slap.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, his voice raw. “Just like this—my mate. My cow.”

You came then, a sharp cry escaping your lips as the pleasure flooded through you, your body trembling with release. Your walls tightened around him, and you could feel him start to lose control. He was close, so close. You kept moving, the need to feel him finish inside you pushing you forward.

“That’s it,” he grunted, his chest heaving. “Milk me dry, little cow. I’m gonna fill you so full, you won’t be able to walk straight.”

With a deep, primal roar, he thrust one last time, and you felt the heat of his cum flooding inside you, filling you up completely. His knot swelled, keeping him locked in, but you didn’t care. The weight of him, the fullness, was remarkable.

You stayed there, bodies still entwined, both of you panting, your movements slowing as you both came down from the high. He kissed you, his lips soft now, his grip on you still possessive but gentle.

And you knew you were his.

#smut #monster smut #monster fucker #snotwrites #monster lover #teratophillia #x female reader #monster x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #suggestive #smut writing #minatour x reader

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unstablecherries · 2 days ago

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Commander era possessive Caitlyn staying up late doing work that she can’t give us attention so we make her jealous (maybe by cozying up to someone during a gala or playing along when someone’s flirting with us) and then she reminds us who we belong to

hello ೀ, this was such a great idea. I started working on it as soon as I saw it! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. ♡

Gloves off, (NSFW)

Oneshot; Caitlyn x Reader

Submissionೀ

short Summary;

Caitlyn’s too busy playing Commander to give you the attention you crave, until you flirt with danger at a Piltover gala. When someone else puts their hands where they don’t belong, Caitlyn reminds you exactly who you belong to. Behind closed doors, she trades diplomacy for dominance, leaving you breathless, marked, and completely hers.

The gala was glittering, full of false smiles and politics wrapped in silk and champagne. Caitlyn had barely looked at you all night.

Too many council members. Too many speeches. Too many dossiers she still had to revise tonight, after she left your side with nothing more than a kiss on the cheek and a quiet, “Be good.”

You had given it your hardest try..

But she hadn’t even noticed the way you kept glancing at her across the room, your dress clinging in all the right places; worn for her, not for diplomacy. She hadn’t seen the way your fingers fidgeted with your glass, craving her touch more than the champagne.

And then someone approached.

A tall charming, bold woman. She approached, a little too close.

So you leaned into it. Just enough to be dangerous.

You smiled a little sweeter. Let their hand brush your lower back. Laughed a bit louder. And when you caught Caitlyn’s eyes across the room,

icy, locked on you like the barrel of a rifle, ..

you smiled. Slowly. Innocently.

She was beside you in minutes. Silent. Radiating heat beneath that high-necked command uniform. Her hand ghosted your waist as she addressed your admirer; polite, direct, slicing through the conversation with surgical precision.

And when the flirt left (visibly rattled) Caitlyn leaned down, lips at your ear.

“You think you’re clever?”

Your breath caught. Her voice was silk stretched over steel.

You turned your head slightly, letting your cheek brush hers. “You told me to be good. You didn’t say for who.”

Her fingers tightened at your waist, just slightly.

“Get your coat,” she said, calm and sharp as glass. “Now.”

~ after a quiet way home ~

Her gloves hit the floor.

Your dress followed, unzipped with a tug, yanked down your arms like it offended her. You barely had time to gasp before she shoved you back against the bed, your spine hitting the mattress, your thighs already being forced apart by the press of her knee.

“You think you can tease me?” she said, voice low, dangerous. “Smile at someone else? Let them put their hands on my property?”

Her fingers slid up your inner thigh, nails dragging just enough to make your breath catch. She didn’t bother teasing you. She proceeds to cup your sweet spot through your panties, palm flat and firm.

Already soaked.

“Pathetic,” she muttered. “Dripping just from a few glares across the room?”

You whimpered when she moved the fabric aside, not off, she wasn’t giving you that luxury. Her fingers slipped between your folds, hot and slick. One finger inside. Then two.

She crooked them just right and your back arched.

“Oh, I remember this,” she said darkly. “Every twitch. Every sound. This cunt only knows my touch.”

She thrusts deeper, rougher, setting a rhythm that left you breathless. Her thumb found your clit, not gently; tight, fast circles that made your thighs tremble. Her free hand gripped your jaw.

“Eyes on me,” she growled.

You obeyed.

Her stare pinned you harder than her hand did. Commanding. Consuming. Her lips were parted, breath shallow, but her control never faltered. She watched you fall apart under her, like it was proof, like every moan was a confession.

You came with a cry, clenched around her fingers, hips stuttering. She didn’t stop.

“Again,” she snapped. “You think one orgasm earns you forgiveness?”

You were already whining, so overstimulated and wrecked.. but your hips bucked anyway. Needing.

She fucked you until your legs were shaking, until you were clawing at her arm, whimpering her name "C-caitl-yn.." until it stopped being a word and turned into worship.

Only then did she pull her hand away, dragging your soaked panties down your legs with slow precision.

Her mouth brushed your thigh. Then higher. Warm breath against raw nerves.

“I’ll leave marks this time,” she whispered.

“Everywhere.”

And she did.

oh im feeling hot

#caitlyn #caitlyn x reader #caitlyn kiramman #caitlyn arcane #wlw #x reader #arcane #fanfic #lesbian #oneshot #fem reader #x fem!reader

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l0s3rd0wnt0wn · 12 hours ago

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I NEED A BATFAM CRACK FIC use the pic below for reference.

THE BATS DEALING WITH A READER THAT SMOKES???

You're not an addict. Well, they think you're an addict. You're not; it's just a once-a-week thing or when you're stressed. It's not like you're running out of breath when you go up the stairs or you get tired from doing one lap. It's just a tiny bad habit, like biting your nails or picking your scabs, maybe chewing on your lip. You're not addicted. Things all went south the second you asked the partygoer at a gala if he had a cigarette. You thought they were around; you really did, and you just needed one good smoke. That was all. The paparazzi were getting on your case, and you were sick and tired of smiling. You needed something to ease the stress; that's it. So when the kind man went into his suit pockets to pull out his expensive cigarettes—only you didn’t even know the brand, because let’s be honest, you got the cheap ones because they reminded you of your ex—you heard your name yelled across the ballroom: "[Name]!" You had never seen them care this much, or this badly, about you. You had never seen Dick curse out someone before, and you never saw Jason smoke so fast. I mean, what's his deal? He smokes, too. Tim is telling you all the dangers of smoking, and Duke, as well, is appalled. Damian is scolding you like you aren't older than him. One time, you decided to smoke in the garden—big mistake. Cass might be some type of bloodhound because she was all the way in the west wing but was able to smell the smoke. She plucked it right out of your lips and stomped on it like it was an emergency fire. After that, you got a whole intermission. Bruce decided to make a slideshow on why you shouldn't smoke. Tim showed you multiple images of popcorn lungs, like his energy drink addiction wasn't stunting his growth. Duke was trying to scare you by saying your voice won't be cute anymore, and it'll get all gravelly like Jason's, which cost him a pillow to the face. Jesus Christ, only they ever care so much. "It's just a cigarette, guys. I can always quit."

"That people who can't quit say," when did Steph get into this conversation?! Now Barbara's checking your bank account, making sure you don't buy any cigarettes. Too bad you'll just buy with cash.

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dawns-breath · 1 day ago

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Not Yet

Jing Yuan x Fem!Reader This is a rewritten post from my old blog Self-indulgent, domestic fluff, established relationship ✧ 605 words It’s difficult getting out of bed in the morning with someone as as clingy as the exhausted snugglebug named Jing Yuan

It’s rare that your work keeps you engaged beyond the end of Jing Yuan’s duties. On nights like these -when you’re able to work from the comforts of your shared home- your husband will often keep you company for a while, either getting ahead on his own work for the next day, or reading one of the old manuscripts he’s so fond of to pass the time. Eventually, once the clock has tolled a certain hour, he starts yawning pointedly, stating that he is going to bed.

If you do not follow him, he begins to wander back and forth between the bedroom and your desk, poking his head into your office every so often, urging you to come to bed. He’s grown unable to sleep without you after several centuries. At this point he refuses to even try unless he knows you won’t make it home for the night.

If you wave him off for too long -which is admittedly even more rare as you also yearn for sleep- Jing Yuan gets to a point in his stubborn, self-inflicted exhaustion where he throws his otherwise deeply-rooted manners to the wind and pulls you out of your seat. If you will not get up on your own, then he’ll simply have to carry you to bed.

“Leave it for the morning,” he says when you try to argue. His voice is clipped, not out of anger, but pure exhaustion. You know his fatigue runs marrow-deep; it cannot possibly be alleviated by a single night of rest. You truly believe him when he says that he could sleep for a month if so allowed.

After late nights like these, he’s always extra clingy come morning.

It starts only a moment before it’s time for you to get up, the few precious minutes you get to spend with each other before the day begins.

You roll onto your back, stretching, your eyes opening to the gray light of early dawn. The finches are already awake, clamoring for food in the adjoined garden. Next to you, Jing Yuan groans, his grip on you tightening.

“Not yet,” he croaks, voice rough from sleep.

“You always say that,” you croak back, rolling over again to face him, brushing his bangs out of his face and pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You watch as one golden eye opens to a slit, looking blearily at you for a second, before it defiantly closes again. He presses a kiss to your neck, burying his face in your shoulder.

“We should get up soon,” you say.

He lets out a whine reminiscent of a petulant child and pulls the covers over his head, burrowing deeper into the bed. His head ends up resting against your chest, arms wrapped around your waist. Letting out a deep sigh, he relaxes against you, breathing growing deep and even. If it wasn’t for his fingers drawing patterns on your skin, you’d believe him to be asleep once more.

Your hand finds its way underneath the covers, over his warm shoulder, and into his hair. He lets out an appreciative hum as you run your fingers through the strands, your nails gently scratching at his scalp.

“Five more minutes,” you say.

Jing Yuan presses a kiss to your stomach.

“Ten.”

You’re about to answer when you hear the sound of paws padding across the wooden floor, then Mimi jumps up on your bed with a happy chirp. Under the covers, Jing Yuan groans again, hugging you close for a moment before he sits up, hair tousled, and yawns widely.

Once Mimi arrives, the early morning peace is over.

Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

#mem scribbles #hsr #honkai: star rail #honkai star rail #jing yuan #x fem!reader #fluff #established relationships #mem ss.#mem yuan

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lazy4honey · 1 day ago

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Deep Sea Date

Contains: deep sea merman x kraken hybrid(?) fem reader, bloody, possibly vore, two p, ovipositor tentacle, mutual penetration, breeding with small eggs, NSFW & MDNI

The eternal glow of neon lights illuminates the deep sea city nestled in the seemingly bottomless ravine and its bustling inhabitants like a gentle embrace, attracting all kinds of bioluminescent creatures and monsters, inviting them to join this never ending night of revelry and intimate entanglements.

As void kraken, you are naturally excited by this mass of colorful lights. It makes your tentacles pulse with heat and your suckers emit a faint glow as you pass by the various brightly colored signs of all kinds of shops and venues on your way to your date.

This is why you came to the deep sea city — to find yourself a mate and breed with them.

You’ve agreed to meet at his apartment, on the thirteenth floor of a rather dim cemented sand and shell fragment tower. He opens his door to you and invites you in with a shy smile, his shark-like tail painted with fluorescent patterns nervously flicking back and forth. You greet him with an ardent kiss, enjoying the feeling of his sharp teeth grazing your tongue, and with that he manages to calm down a bit.

His apartment is quite cozy. Seaweed curtains, seagrass blankets, moss pillows, and large stone hewn furniture fill the big rooms, offering enough space for a long tail or a mass of tentacles to comfortably stretch out. Bioluminescent sea anemones, starfish, corals, and tiny sea slugs serve as lighting, and the bloody scent of freshly hunted prey makes your stomach growl.

He takes your hand and leads you to sit down at the low table, eagerly swinging his tail to serve you the carefully chosen prey. You chat as you eat, expanding on topics mentioned during your previous dates. It is a delight talking with him, and you enjoy it so much you don’t even realize what your tentacles are doing until he suddenly moans mid sentence.

Your face heats up and you quickly retrieve your naughty tentacles from his cloaca, but he grabs one. He bites his lips and gently scratches your tentacle as he looks at you. It is a silent invitation to go further.

The tip of your tentacle curls slightly, hooking around his finger in tacit agreement.

He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the faint, colorful light as he raises your tentacle and gently bites the tip. You feel his teeth sink into the squishy flesh and his tongue brush against it, the licking sending pleasurable shivers along your tentacle and up your spine, making your tentacles twitch.

The cold water of the deep sea seems to heat up as you move closer and cling to him. His tail curls around you, letting your tentacles coil around him and adhere to him with your suckers.

You press close, skin against skin, and gently kiss along his neck, feeling his pulse beneath your lips. There is a carefully restrained desire of wanting to bite him, wanting to drink his blood and devour his flesh so you can become one and never part. Raising your head to gaze into his eyes, you see the same desire, that same crazed feeling of wishing to meld together. It makes your hearts pound with joy; how wonderful that he is the same as you.

You lean up to kiss him. It starts as a playful peck and quickly becomes a frenzied entanglement of tongues and teeth, permeating the water with the scent of both your blood. You repeatedly swallow, completely turned on by his taste and the mutual desire.

He caresses your tentacles as you kiss, drawing circles around your glowing suckers. His long nails lightly scratch at the soft yet tough flesh, flicking and pinching the protrusions as his hand wanders down towards the tip. Your tentacle hooks around his hand and grinds against his palm, seeking more stimulation. By chance, he grabbed your ovipositor tentacle, which is now swelling with desire and gradually showing its normally hidden ridges, eager to penetrate him and pump his trunk full with eggs.

At the same time, you grab his other hand and lead it to your bottom. Your mantle cavity flares with your muscle contractions, easily allowing him to reach your pussy. His long fingernails scrape against the soft opening and the tender flesh surrounding it, teasingly inserting a slender finger and wriggling it a little before retreating again. The sensation is electrifying, spreading from your pussy into your hearts and tentacles and invading your mind.

You moan into his biting kiss, unable to resist pressing yourself into his hands. Your tentacles tangle with his tail and tightly wrap around his waist, repeatedly caressing his fins and chest and abdomen and leaving dark hickeys all over him with your suckers.

He groans and his shark-like tail flicks with fervor as his cloaca opens, two fully erect, long dicks springing forth. The scent of his arousal spreads thrpugh the water and makes your pussy clench, your ovipositor tentacle already squelching with lubricating slime in preparation for breeding him with your eggs. He pulls his hand out of your mantle cavity, repositions you, and then eases his pair of cocks into you.

You hum and gasp as he fills you, meaningless sounds spilling from your mouth by his finned ear while you clench around him. He has the perfect size, like he was made for you, stretching you so well you feel like you’re about to float away.

Looking down, you can see the outline of his two cocks in your mantle cavity. It is a most stimulating sight that makes you squeeze your pussy, prompting him to moan and tighten his grip on your tentacles. His back arches as he pushes deeper into you, wanting to cram his entire length inside your tight pussy and fill you with his seed 'til it overflows.

You grab his shoulders and slam down on him, taking his two cocks in one fast thrilling stroke that makes both of you twitch with pleasure. Squelching and sucking echo in the water, the scents of blood and lust arousing your monstrous instincts to claim and consume, every point of contact a source of pleasure to your enthralled mind and body. His moans are music to your ears, an affirmation and an encouragement to keep going, to take him even more deeply.

Like electric tides, you feel the tips of his cocks press into your womb where your eggs are kept, repeatedly penetrating that narrow opening and pushing the thousands of small, soft eggs aside to make room for him. And then he comes. His cock pulses inside you, and cum spurts into your womb, engulfs your eggs and spills out of your throbbing pussy. You flutter around his lengths and passionately milk him, ramming him deep inside you again and again.

His tail throbs as you squeeze him dry, cocks still erect with arousal and brood pouch contracting, eager to be filled to the brim with your eggs. You shift slightly, making some space between the two of you for your ovipositor tentacle to probe into his cloaca. Your tentacles caress his fins, rubbing and sucking them like a distraction, while your ovipositor stuffs itself bit by bit into his tight, hot opening.

He groans and bites your shoulder. You can feel him swallow your blood as you enter him, his cocks still buried deep inside you twitching like he’s about to cum again, and only your affection for him prevents you from directly ramming your ovipositor down his channel and pounding into him like he’s just some toy.

The moment you’re fully buried inside him, you can’t hold back anymore. Your womb contracts, locking his cocks within you, unable to retreat, and your tentacles throb as the eggs surge into your ovipositor.

Thousands of small, soft eggs are pumped through the narrow channel. They gush into him, pressing against the walls of his brood pouch and quickly stretching him. Despite being so small, the eggs quickly fill him up and make his belly bulge, and his cocks twitch and throb, reaching another orgasm through the exhilarating stimulation of being bred.

Him in you and you in him, harmoniously locked together through his cocks and your ovipositor, gnawing at each other as your pleasure peaks and falls like crashing waves.

He swells with your eggs, filled to the brim and stretched taut by your brood, and your throbbing ovipositor pumps the leftover lubricating slime into him as you revel in the afterglow of your orgasm.

When you pull out, slime and eggs uncontrollably gush from his cloaca. They brush against the base of his sensitive cocks, making him tremble and moan. He clings to you and you soothingly rub his back and bulging trunk, enjoying this moment of quietude together.

The scent of bloody lust gradually disperses, and the waters calm down. You kiss gently and slowly as you hug and lie down together, happily cradling his heavy brood pouch.

From now on, you’ll be taking care of him. For as long as you can.

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