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What Expected on my blog.
•Anime, lots and lots of anime.
•Shit drawings, (or maybe some sketches idk).
•Some NSFW content ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
•Memes
•Fanfics (occasional)
•some Sad and Depressing af content.
•Ships that I SUPPORT (EMPATHISE ON THE I SUPPORT PART).
and that's about it
Picture Perfect Memory
I've been fighting with myself on posting this for the past month, so I'm just going to do it. I normally don't write this stuff, but something about being grabbed by the moment and flying away with it, ya know?
🔞 Minors Do Not Engage
In dedication to the lovely @angelicdavinci - who's work with her own muse leaves constant sparks in the brain ✨💕✨💕
Leo x Reader
Everyone is well into adulthood ages with this.
This was written with Bayverse in mind, but I do believe any iteration could work with this.
Warnings: Smut, Edging (lots of edging...I regret nothing), Heated first kiss, grammar mistakes (most likely)
Sapphire blue eyes stared wide-eyed at you from across the loft. The lights were set to dim and it allowed the blue-masked ninja to be silhouetted with the night sky of the city; god, this giant turtle was going to be the death of your brain with all the inspiration he gives you so nonchalantly.
His eyes roamed over your body once more and it was all you could do to keep your hands at your hips and your expectant stare set away from silent satisfaction. You couldn't help the twitch of a self-asserted proud grin when his eyes locked with yours and realized he'd been caught undressing you with just his eyes. With a clear of his throat, twice, he finally spoke, “Wh-what was that?” you barely caught the whisper of your name as he looked off, though he couldn't stop staring every so often.
You couldn't blame him, though. You were wearing his signature color; a sapphire silk robe, tied closed that ended mid-thigh with seemingly nothing underneath. Oh, if only he knew...
“I said,” you chuckled out and eased into a casual air to help calm him down, “can you do me a favor for a new painting project? I need to get some reference photos made, but the pose is...ah, difficult to accomplish with certain elements requested on the piece.”
Leo lifted a brow ridge and eyed you warily, “what sort of elements?”
Your lips pressed into a flat-line at his suspicious tone. Honestly, fair, given the circumstances he walked into on his unexpected visit.
“Before I say, I would like to reiterate that this is for a commission piece,” you raised up two hands to deliver your point, with an equally insinuated pointed stare, “okay?”
He snorted a laugh and finally turned back to you, his eyes finally showcasing ease and that spark you've grown to enjoy seeing from him. “Okay. What difficult elements has your latest client saddled you with?”
“Funny you use the word 'saddle',” you muttered, and before he could ask you to repeat yourself, you gave a beaming smile—all charm, no seduction, even a pretty-pretty please tone for good measure as you lead him to where your camera was pointed, “I need you to lift me up off the ground, please—“
“I'm sorry, what?” Shit, he crossed his arms; he is so much harder to convince when he crosses his arms.
You sighed in exasperation, “I need the weight of the cloth and feet to look a specific way, Leo—I've looked everywhere on the websites and reference packages I use on the regular, and there isn't a good combo for either or both. SO,” you clap your hands together, meaning business, “it's self-reference time, and you just happen to decide to pop in on an unannounced visit at the most perfect time to help.”
When he continued to stare down at you, an unreadable expression stagnant on his features, you clasped your hands together and gave him a pleading stare in return, “please? Pretty please? I'll-let-you-have-the-last-of-the-blueberry-cheesecake-pretty-pretty-please?”
After another second, he breathed a short laugh through his nostrils and smiled. Amusement was clear on his lips, though his eyes...they seemed to glow with something, but before you could pin that glow he unfolded his arms to brace his hands on his hips, “Alright, you tempted my tastebuds.” You gave a short victory hiss and small fist pump before he continued, “Is this going to be a lift under your arms? Waist?”
You waived your hand nonchalantly before motioning for him to remove the bulkier portions of his weapons. “A bit more complicated than that, but I'll walk you through it,” a thought struck you and you quickly went to check your camera settings and positioning while Leo placed his weapons on the table a few paces away.
With a hum, you calculated how long this might take and properly adjusted your camera settings and shutter time. When Leo walked back into view, it allowed you to adjust the angle for better quality and no head-chopping-off effects. You absentmindedly saw his lips move through the lens, but it wasn't until you saw him chuckle did you register he said something.
“Sorry, was concentrating,” with a final click and the timers sets, you walked back to him, “what'd you say?”
“What makes this so complicated if all I'm doing is lifting you up for real-time gravity's sake?”
You gave a small swallow as you stood before him once more. The pose description from the commission read through your mind's eye, and for some reason you just noticed how tall he was compared to you. Shit, you hope you didn't accidentally fuck up the camera angle. Maybe you should check it once more? No! No. You're stalling at this point, and you promised yourself you would be better about that this year.
So what if Leonardo has been your muse since you've met, and your crush for just shorter that time frame? You could do this with ease and nonchalance. Like always. For his sake.
Never mind the high sexual content of the comiss—ANYWAY.
“Sorry!” You blinked back to attention when he snapped in front of your eyes. He chuckled in amusement as you gathered your nerves, rubbing the back of your head with a sigh, “was mentally going over the pose description and...got lost in thought.” With a clearing of your throat, you reminded yourself of his original question and summoned every ounce of your willpower to retain ease of relaxation. For his sake. “It's a no-nude, sexually suggestive wall-pose, meant for a cover option for the client's latest romance novel.”
You had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from laughing at his saucer-wide eyes and the blush that just exploded from his features. Fuck, you had no idea he could blush and goddammit he is so fucking adorable—the sound of the first shutter from your camera brought you back. Focus. You can do that. For his sake.
“I, uh...don't know if I can do that...?” His voice was calm yet hesitant, though his widened eyes and twitching fingers showed just how scared he was. At least, you think it was scared nerves. With an exhale through your nose, you gave a small smile and gently took hold of one of his hands.
“Hey, it's okay,” you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before gently squeezing his arm with your other hand, “it's just me; it's just us. We don't have to focus on the emotional side of it, just the posing.” You made a thoughtful look before you winced, “don't think you'd be able to do the specific emotion for the guy that was described, anyway.”
A chortle escaped the back of your throat as he struggled to not look offended at your words, “and, exactly, how was he described?”
You knew what he was suggesting with that question. And you couldn't help the endearing smile from spreading on your lips as he refrained from looking annoyed. God, he seriously was cute.
“So, I don't know what all you have going on with all this turtliness,” you said playfully as you motioned to all of him before grinning up at him, “but I highly doubt you are hiding wolf features that could be handy in this project.”
His eyes widened for a third time before he balked in a laugh, bracing his free hand suddenly against the wall behind you, “I'm sorr—what?” You shrugged, still holding the smirk as you watched him get it out of his system, “What is your clientele?” The shutter went off a second time, and you made a mental note to keep that specific picture for yourself.
“Leonardo. Lee. My dude. My muse,” you braced a hand on the arm that was next to your head before giving him a deadpan stare, “you really, really don't want to know that answer. Just know that their big bucks pay the bills and our penchant for expensive and extravagant desserts.”
His laughs died down and his sapphire eyes stared at you, not quite wide but still shocked. You raised a silent, questioning brow as you wondered what you'd said that stunned him into silence. Ah hell, was he imagining all the depravity you have to stifle through for commissions? Hell, if he only knew the half of it.
“What'd you say?” His soft whisper caught you off guard and you blinked. That...didn't sound like he was imagining the horrors of depraved, unhinged commissions.
You blinked once. Twice. And gave up on guessing, “I said a lot, Lee; can you give me a hint here?”
Suddenly, the hand that had been holding yours raised to gently cup your cheek. You froze, eyes widening similarly to how his were before, as you stared at the sapphire shining just inches before you.
“What did you call me?” His whispered words ghosted your lips, and just as suddenly your throat tightened.
Shit. What did you say, this time? Something good, maybe? Hopefully? Had to have been; the awe-struck wonder and painfully clear hope ringing in his eyes and voice, raw as silken honey, gave notion that you said something very good. Called him something heavenly.
As you went back on what you said and all the names you called him at the start, nothing rang out of the ordinary for you. Until you realized you said something extra among his general nicknames.
Your eyes widened further, the swallow in your throat clicking at the difficulty with how tightly it closed off, and you felt how hot your blush erupted all over your face, ears, and even down your chest. His thumb graced the apple of your cheek, seemingly following the spread of your blush as his eyes roamed your features. With a breadth, his eyes became hooded and he took a step closer; closing the space between you two as he stood up taller, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. His thumb and forefinger cradled the base of your skull so comfortably, so perfectly, and with a gentle pinch he leaned your head back to look up at him in full.
“What did you call me, little bird?” His voice had dropped an octave, and with the added husk you nearly felt your knees lock.
You swallowed, heavily. Audibly. Heart thrumming in your ears as you felt the smallest, tiniest intake of his breadth caused his plastron to brush against your silk robe. You were suddenly aware of his closeness, suffocating and yet not close enough; of his touch, encroaching and subtly suggestive and yet not with enough pressure; of his eyes, steady and hopefully patient, yet not near as demanding as they could be.
The shutter went off a third time.
He blinked, and his one movement allowed you to take a stuttering breadth you hadn't realized you'd been holding. A hand relaxed on the upper edge of his plastron to hold yourself steady, eyes fixated on his once more. His sapphire gleams moved to watch your lips as you finally spoke, “My Muse.”
For a heart-stopping second, you felt the short, tension line between you two grow taught. At the next second, you breathed in a gasp that was quickly swallowed up; your silk covered back pressed hard against the cool of your wall as his body encompassed yours, fingers pinching just right to keep your head aloft, jaws slack, as he drank the air from your lungs with a hunger that you were daft to call a kiss.
Too suddenly and yet not fast enough, you felt his other hand caress from the wall, down your neck, shoulder, graze the side of your breast, and rest at your waist. Rest wasn't the appropriate word, as he kneed and stroked your waist and hip without moving further, but god it was becoming hard to think with how he held your lips captive against his; heated, hungry, consuming, possessive. As if he were not to live, breathe, for another second if he were to let go.
You became dizzy, lungs beginning to pinch from need of air. Your hands flew to his neck and gripped tight to his scale skin, nails dragging down with a whimper until you grasped desperately at the top edge of his plastron. You felt his plastron shudder against you before his breadth followed suit against your lips. He pulled back, barely an inch, allowing you a short reprieve before he dove back in even hungrier.
Your surprised squeal turned into an embarrassing moan when his tongue suddenly left a trail from your chin to the cleft edge of your upper lip; grazing your teeth and teasing the entrance of your mouth that left you a melted mess against his strong body. Your breadth staggered out, following his tongue as he pulled back, ending the kiss too quickly and leaving you wanton.
His dark chuckle tickled your ear when you felt him press against the pulse of your neck right behind it. “Are you going to sing for me, little bird?” You unconsciously tried to move your neck, to give him ample room, but he held you steady. “I think it's a possibility. Don't you?” His voice was filled with husk as he nudged the back of your ear with his beak. The hand cupping the back of your neck tensed as he simultaneously moved his other hand to brace against the outside of your thigh, raising it high with an effortless grip that slid his hand just shy under the hem of your robe. Your breadth staggered, blush deepening to an even dizzier effect when he stepped impossibly closer, fitting just right between your thighs.
He breathed in deeply against your ear before his tongue began working your neck in full. His hand knead into your thigh, simultaneously raising your leg subtly higher until you felt your knee graze the outer ridge of his shell. Fuck, if you felt yourself get any hotter, you were going to feel faint. It had been far too long since anyone touched you with such attentions, let alone attentions you've wanted from any said person.
A moan vibrated against your throat as he licked from your clavicle to your chin. Your own hitched moan of his name pressed against his opened mouth when he nearly stole another hungry kiss, your fluttering eyes locking with his glazed, blown eyes. God, there was hardly any sapphire showing—how could he go from adorable to hot—
You barely had time to gasp when you were suddenly lifted, arms wrapping around his neck in shock before his mouth devoured yours once more; tongue teasing the inside of your lips, barely grazing the edges of your teeth, leaving you a groaning mess. His hand slid to the cress of your thigh and held firm, holding you aloft one-handed as he pressed his body firm, almost full weight, against yours and flush against the wall, stealing your breadth in multiple ways that squeezed your lungs so good.
A guttural vibration against your chest made the weighted and breathless sensations all the more heavenly as your body vibrated in response. Your hips twitched suddenly, as much as they could, repeatedly as the vibrations from his chest continued and god—he had you in a helpless mess; unable to move, completely pinned and limp against him as he held you aloft in his strong hands, leaving not even enough room between you two for your hips to fully grind against his waist. A desperate moan rang into his mouth as you realized you were as much his puppet, his doll, as he was your muse.
You couldn't find a single fiber in your being that was upset about that. Not when you were already feeling so edged, so good, with him barely having touched you.
He suddenly stopped everything, frozen against you, and you wanted to scream in frustration; to beg and demand him to continue, but even his stilled mouth held yours captive. When his hand at the cress of your thigh purposefully brushed against fine lace instead of bare skin, you realized why he froze.
When you opened your eyes at his continued stillness, you felt yourself become still as a statue. His blown eyes bore into you; so many emotions passed within that intense, heavy stare and yet you could not name a single one. A deep seeded part of you was filled with enough dark curiosity that you didn't feel deft to explain yourself under his gaze, even if he freed your lips to do so.
His hand ghosted the lace as it rose higher, higher, and remained on the lace as he maneuvered his hand to your lumbar and nearly lifted your silk robe completely bare from your legs. Lace was still felt at your lower back, and a single finger stroked upward towards your waist, and when lace was still felt he finally broke the stilled kiss apart with a resounding smack to look down, as if he possessed x-ray vision to see through your silk robe and both your pressed bodies to see the secrets that you were hiding. It was enough to elicit a small chuckle from you, one that was cut short when his dark eyes snapped back to you. You bit down your chuckle, but there was no helping the smile to die down.
“Did you plan this out, little bird?” His husk-filled voice vibrated in your chest, leaving a moan stuck in your throat.
You supposed that was a fair assumption. But, really. He should know who he's talking to at this point.
“My muse,” you whispered, breathless, and did not miss how his breadth caught at the new petname, “am I really someone as suave as that? Be honest.”
He stared at you, really looking at you. Mussed up, breathless, flushed to dizziness, and absolute putty in his hands. And exhaled a short laugh against your face, “no,” he leaned in and nuzzled the side of your jaw with his beak, “but you definitely had me fooled.”
With two flicks of his wrist and a single step back, you felt your robe give way. Your eyes flashed to his raised head as he looked down; as much as you wanted his weight pressed up against you again, you wanted to see his reaction to your chosen outfit that was only supposed to peek at your shoulder for the photo references.
For the fourth time that night, his eyes widened, though there was no sapphire to be seen among the whites. With open, unabashed awe, Leonardo stared down at your sheer, floral printed lace body suit; extremely fine lingerie that was paper thin and did not hide anything. Gooseflesh arose across your exposed front; the body suit exposing your breasts in a deep v-cut that ended just above your naval and barely covering your nipples, which hardened into pebbles against the harsh floral embroidered print of the sheer lace.
But what you knew what got him caught up, what nearly had him drooling was the bright blue color—the exact same as his mask. You knew no matter how many times you'd be able to tell him, from this moment on he would never believe that you owned this item of clothing prior to having met him. And a heavy part of you didn't feel the need to ever correct that assumption, whether he would share it or not.
Speaking of heavy...
With gentle touches to his cheek, you were able to drag his attention from your body and back to your eyes; he finally took a breadth that you just realized he had been holding. With a wide smile, you nosed his beak, “I thought you were going to make me sing, my Muse?”
Instantly, the vibrations in his chest continued and a breadth later, his body weight was pressed back onto yours. You gasped, sighed out all-too-happily with that wide smile; his hand lowered back to your thigh, now half on your ass and gripping so tightly you knew you were going to bruise before morning. A sound erupted through his vibrations, what sounded like a purr and yet held a different note and rhythm entirely.
Your sigh turned into a loud, vocal moan when he took your throat into the entirety of his mouth and pressed his teeth just enough for pressure; his vibrations and fast churring adding a sensation you never knew you missed, yet needed as it caused your vocals to vibrate out. His tongue pressed further pressure against the front of your throat, squeezing your vibrating moan to cut off every so often.
Tears from overwhelming, amazing sensations were felt at the edges of your eyes as he slowly released your throat. You barely caught the sight of a grin in your peripheral when your hips attempted another frenzied twitch when he pressed impossibly closer. Your lips moved against his when he spoke the words that would have you broken forever:
“My little bird, I'll make you come so hard that you'll forget how to swallow.”
Well, Hi There
Welcome to the Jenuine Lair -- Do, please call me Jen.
Many of my projects will be works-in-progress, though I will still post them as they are ready with each segment. I have a long and detailed writing process (it's just how I work, no rhyme or reason behind it). Majority will be posted on A03, links provided will be established.
This master post is going to be subject to updates, so stay tuned.
I am a shy bean getting over from being a recluse but asks and shares are always welcomed. I enjoy interaction, just struggle on reaching out.
🐢TMNT STORIES🐢
A Haunt of Normalcy (post subject to updates) If you enjoy family connections and growth, romances sprouting in unlikely places, spooky and scary things that make your blood freeze and skin crawl, this is the series for you. Fair warning, it is going to be a long, long ride. * Please pay head to the TWs *Tags: #jenuinely writes, #A Haunt of Normalcy, #AHON AU
A Family Tail (post subject to updates) Splinter finds an unexpected romance in the most unexpected ways. A 'What if' take on the boys growing up with a mother-figure in their lives. One of the fluffiest stories I've ever had the pleasure of writing. This will be updated for as long as I write AHON, as it is my buffer as I write spooky horror. *Tags: #jenuinely writes, #A Family Tail AU, #AFT AU
TMNT ONE-SHOTS *Tag: #jenuinely writes, #tmnt one-shot
I Need You A comfort fic featuring 2018 Donatello, inspired by a head canon by the wonderful and sweet @luckycharms1701
Delvation (post subject to update) A long Angst and Hurt/Comfort fic out the wazoo. A Group of humans decide to explore a section of sewers and have a run-in with a very dangerous mutant. * Major Blood and Injury with a grey-area ending.
🔞NSFW CONTENT🔞 *Tag: #jenuinely writes, #nsfw content
***Minors DNI***
Picture Perfect Memory A Leo x Reader story that takes edging to a whole new level.
---COMING SOON---
The Fifth Renaissance Master A TMNT/Gargoyles/Transformers AU told in Three Arcs, Bayverse Universe
Time of the Ronin Bayverse continuation, takes place 2 years after OotS; the brothers are sent back in time to Feudal Japan, where they come across a territory of yokai in need of aid against a tyrannical lord, hell-bent on hunting and destroying a Ronin by the name of Miyamoto Usagi.
Shelled Dimension Bayverse continuation, takes place five years after Time of the Ronin; A person from Dimension X had been inadvertently left behind on Earth and been living in NYC for the past seven years, blending in as best she could and doing her best to figure out a way home. With new friends from CUNY that study under Stockman, and a chance meeting with one of the turtles at her workplace, it becomes a race to get the last of the materials together to get Kala home to her brothers and out of the enclosing clutches of those that would use this teleportation portal for worse outcomes.
Family Roots A "What If" take on the Bayverse 2014 movie: What if April's father hadn't died in the fire? What if April hadn't released the test animals she'd grown a connection with to the sewers of NYC? What if Dr. O'Neil had a plan to save them all, and it involved their family farm in upstate New York? Aka - The brothers and Splinter are raised on the O'Neil farm, alongside their big sister April and second dad, Robert O'Neil.
River Children A full AU, inspired by Wolf Children. April O'Neil is in school to become a historical analyst and journalist, and is taking her year abroad in Japan, where she meets Hamato Yoshi. They become close friends that blossoms into a romance, though the secret that has been eating away at Yoshi is something that not only could April ever have guessed, but it will change her life path forever. *Spoiler: The Dad Doesn't Die in This One.
Dimensional Rift Canon Divergence Incarnation AU; Shredder is successful on capturing the Hamato family and, with Stockman's help on the left-behind Krang tech, dimensional teleports the five to a parallel universe. They are born anew, in separate families, living separate lives. But as always, they manage to find each other, even though they have no idea of their past identities. With the help of a young girl that goes to their school that comes to the dojo for self-control training, the found family realizes the heaviness of their situation...and try to figure out if there is a remote chance of going back home.
Four Seasons Amalgamation AU; A chance meeting between a grieving woman on a rooftop and a sunshine personality turtle change the trajectory of their paths in ways that none of them would have imagined. *A reverse harem story, SFW
Time After Time Sequel to Four Seasons; A series of one-shots told over the years before and after the arrival of their daughter, Cerini "Cera".
Remains of the Day Canon Divergence, Dream Inspired AU; Shredder had won. Over half of NYC had become his territory, with a wide-spread mutation sprouting among its residence. The city was quarantined. Followed by the State. Followed by the Eastern side of the Appalachian Mountains. Left to their own devices, the newly stated nation of Wilde Numen became near-feral in its adjustments of constant war. Over forty years later, a soldier is separated from her squadron during a mission to protect their sector from predatory nomads and finds herself injured, lost, and underground in the forgotten subway sewers of the fallen NYC. She finds herself in the care of an old turtle mutant, whose greatest treasure is a shrine of well-polished weapons and colored sashes. *I kid you not, I dreamt this 2015, the year The Last Ronin came out before I even read/heard of the series; still freaks me out to this day on that coincidence.
Picture Perfect Memory
I've been fighting with myself on posting this for the past month, so I'm just going to do it. I normally don't write this stuff, but something about being grabbed by the moment and flying away with it, ya know?
🔞 Minors Do Not Engage
In dedication to the lovely @angelicdavinci - who's work with her own muse leaves constant sparks in the brain ✨💕✨💕
Leo x Reader
Everyone is well into adulthood ages with this.
This was written with Bayverse in mind, but I do believe any iteration could work with this.
Warnings: Smut, Edging (lots of edging...I regret nothing), Heated first kiss, grammar mistakes (most likely)
Sapphire blue eyes stared wide-eyed at you from across the loft. The lights were set to dim and it allowed the blue-masked ninja to be silhouetted with the night sky of the city; god, this giant turtle was going to be the death of your brain with all the inspiration he gives you so nonchalantly.
His eyes roamed over your body once more and it was all you could do to keep your hands at your hips and your expectant stare set away from silent satisfaction. You couldn't help the twitch of a self-asserted proud grin when his eyes locked with yours and realized he'd been caught undressing you with just his eyes. With a clear of his throat, twice, he finally spoke, “Wh-what was that?” you barely caught the whisper of your name as he looked off, though he couldn't stop staring every so often.
You couldn't blame him, though. You were wearing his signature color; a sapphire silk robe, tied closed that ended mid-thigh with seemingly nothing underneath. Oh, if only he knew...
“I said,” you chuckled out and eased into a casual air to help calm him down, “can you do me a favor for a new painting project? I need to get some reference photos made, but the pose is...ah, difficult to accomplish with certain elements requested on the piece.”
Leo lifted a brow ridge and eyed you warily, “what sort of elements?”
Your lips pressed into a flat-line at his suspicious tone. Honestly, fair, given the circumstances he walked into on his unexpected visit.
“Before I say, I would like to reiterate that this is for a commission piece,” you raised up two hands to deliver your point, with an equally insinuated pointed stare, “okay?”
He snorted a laugh and finally turned back to you, his eyes finally showcasing ease and that spark you've grown to enjoy seeing from him. “Okay. What difficult elements has your latest client saddled you with?”
“Funny you use the word 'saddle',” you muttered, and before he could ask you to repeat yourself, you gave a beaming smile—all charm, no seduction, even a pretty-pretty please tone for good measure as you lead him to where your camera was pointed, “I need you to lift me up off the ground, please—“
“I'm sorry, what?” Shit, he crossed his arms; he is so much harder to convince when he crosses his arms.
You sighed in exasperation, “I need the weight of the cloth and feet to look a specific way, Leo—I've looked everywhere on the websites and reference packages I use on the regular, and there isn't a good combo for either or both. SO,” you clap your hands together, meaning business, “it's self-reference time, and you just happen to decide to pop in on an unannounced visit at the most perfect time to help.”
When he continued to stare down at you, an unreadable expression stagnant on his features, you clasped your hands together and gave him a pleading stare in return, “please? Pretty please? I'll-let-you-have-the-last-of-the-blueberry-cheesecake-pretty-pretty-please?”
After another second, he breathed a short laugh through his nostrils and smiled. Amusement was clear on his lips, though his eyes...they seemed to glow with something, but before you could pin that glow he unfolded his arms to brace his hands on his hips, “Alright, you tempted my tastebuds.” You gave a short victory hiss and small fist pump before he continued, “Is this going to be a lift under your arms? Waist?”
You waived your hand nonchalantly before motioning for him to remove the bulkier portions of his weapons. “A bit more complicated than that, but I'll walk you through it,” a thought struck you and you quickly went to check your camera settings and positioning while Leo placed his weapons on the table a few paces away.
With a hum, you calculated how long this might take and properly adjusted your camera settings and shutter time. When Leo walked back into view, it allowed you to adjust the angle for better quality and no head-chopping-off effects. You absentmindedly saw his lips move through the lens, but it wasn't until you saw him chuckle did you register he said something.
“Sorry, was concentrating,” with a final click and the timers sets, you walked back to him, “what'd you say?”
“What makes this so complicated if all I'm doing is lifting you up for real-time gravity's sake?”
You gave a small swallow as you stood before him once more. The pose description from the commission read through your mind's eye, and for some reason you just noticed how tall he was compared to you. Shit, you hope you didn't accidentally fuck up the camera angle. Maybe you should check it once more? No! No. You're stalling at this point, and you promised yourself you would be better about that this year.
So what if Leonardo has been your muse since you've met, and your crush for just shorter that time frame? You could do this with ease and nonchalance. Like always. For his sake.
Never mind the high sexual content of the comiss—ANYWAY.
“Sorry!” You blinked back to attention when he snapped in front of your eyes. He chuckled in amusement as you gathered your nerves, rubbing the back of your head with a sigh, “was mentally going over the pose description and...got lost in thought.” With a clearing of your throat, you reminded yourself of his original question and summoned every ounce of your willpower to retain ease of relaxation. For his sake. “It's a no-nude, sexually suggestive wall-pose, meant for a cover option for the client's latest romance novel.”
You had to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep from laughing at his saucer-wide eyes and the blush that just exploded from his features. Fuck, you had no idea he could blush and goddammit he is so fucking adorable—the sound of the first shutter from your camera brought you back. Focus. You can do that. For his sake.
“I, uh...don't know if I can do that...?” His voice was calm yet hesitant, though his widened eyes and twitching fingers showed just how scared he was. At least, you think it was scared nerves. With an exhale through your nose, you gave a small smile and gently took hold of one of his hands.
“Hey, it's okay,” you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before gently squeezing his arm with your other hand, “it's just me; it's just us. We don't have to focus on the emotional side of it, just the posing.” You made a thoughtful look before you winced, “don't think you'd be able to do the specific emotion for the guy that was described, anyway.”
A chortle escaped the back of your throat as he struggled to not look offended at your words, “and, exactly, how was he described?”
You knew what he was suggesting with that question. And you couldn't help the endearing smile from spreading on your lips as he refrained from looking annoyed. God, he seriously was cute.
“So, I don't know what all you have going on with all this turtliness,” you said playfully as you motioned to all of him before grinning up at him, “but I highly doubt you are hiding wolf features that could be handy in this project.”
His eyes widened for a third time before he balked in a laugh, bracing his free hand suddenly against the wall behind you, “I'm sorr—what?” You shrugged, still holding the smirk as you watched him get it out of his system, “What is your clientele?” The shutter went off a second time, and you made a mental note to keep that specific picture for yourself.
“Leonardo. Lee. My dude. My muse,” you braced a hand on the arm that was next to your head before giving him a deadpan stare, “you really, really don't want to know that answer. Just know that their big bucks pay the bills and our penchant for expensive and extravagant desserts.”
His laughs died down and his sapphire eyes stared at you, not quite wide but still shocked. You raised a silent, questioning brow as you wondered what you'd said that stunned him into silence. Ah hell, was he imagining all the depravity you have to stifle through for commissions? Hell, if he only knew the half of it.
“What'd you say?” His soft whisper caught you off guard and you blinked. That...didn't sound like he was imagining the horrors of depraved, unhinged commissions.
You blinked once. Twice. And gave up on guessing, “I said a lot, Lee; can you give me a hint here?”
Suddenly, the hand that had been holding yours raised to gently cup your cheek. You froze, eyes widening similarly to how his were before, as you stared at the sapphire shining just inches before you.
“What did you call me?” His whispered words ghosted your lips, and just as suddenly your throat tightened.
Shit. What did you say, this time? Something good, maybe? Hopefully? Had to have been; the awe-struck wonder and painfully clear hope ringing in his eyes and voice, raw as silken honey, gave notion that you said something very good. Called him something heavenly.
As you went back on what you said and all the names you called him at the start, nothing rang out of the ordinary for you. Until you realized you said something extra among his general nicknames.
Your eyes widened further, the swallow in your throat clicking at the difficulty with how tightly it closed off, and you felt how hot your blush erupted all over your face, ears, and even down your chest. His thumb graced the apple of your cheek, seemingly following the spread of your blush as his eyes roamed your features. With a breadth, his eyes became hooded and he took a step closer; closing the space between you two as he stood up taller, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck. His thumb and forefinger cradled the base of your skull so comfortably, so perfectly, and with a gentle pinch he leaned your head back to look up at him in full.
“What did you call me, little bird?” His voice had dropped an octave, and with the added husk you nearly felt your knees lock.
You swallowed, heavily. Audibly. Heart thrumming in your ears as you felt the smallest, tiniest intake of his breadth caused his plastron to brush against your silk robe. You were suddenly aware of his closeness, suffocating and yet not close enough; of his touch, encroaching and subtly suggestive and yet not with enough pressure; of his eyes, steady and hopefully patient, yet not near as demanding as they could be.
The shutter went off a third time.
He blinked, and his one movement allowed you to take a stuttering breadth you hadn't realized you'd been holding. A hand relaxed on the upper edge of his plastron to hold yourself steady, eyes fixated on his once more. His sapphire gleams moved to watch your lips as you finally spoke, “My Muse.”
For a heart-stopping second, you felt the short, tension line between you two grow taught. At the next second, you breathed in a gasp that was quickly swallowed up; your silk covered back pressed hard against the cool of your wall as his body encompassed yours, fingers pinching just right to keep your head aloft, jaws slack, as he drank the air from your lungs with a hunger that you were daft to call a kiss.
Too suddenly and yet not fast enough, you felt his other hand caress from the wall, down your neck, shoulder, graze the side of your breast, and rest at your waist. Rest wasn't the appropriate word, as he kneed and stroked your waist and hip without moving further, but god it was becoming hard to think with how he held your lips captive against his; heated, hungry, consuming, possessive. As if he were not to live, breathe, for another second if he were to let go.
You became dizzy, lungs beginning to pinch from need of air. Your hands flew to his neck and gripped tight to his scale skin, nails dragging down with a whimper until you grasped desperately at the top edge of his plastron. You felt his plastron shudder against you before his breadth followed suit against your lips. He pulled back, barely an inch, allowing you a short reprieve before he dove back in even hungrier.
Your surprised squeal turned into an embarrassing moan when his tongue suddenly left a trail from your chin to the cleft edge of your upper lip; grazing your teeth and teasing the entrance of your mouth that left you a melted mess against his strong body. Your breadth staggered out, following his tongue as he pulled back, ending the kiss too quickly and leaving you wanton.
His dark chuckle tickled your ear when you felt him press against the pulse of your neck right behind it. “Are you going to sing for me, little bird?” You unconsciously tried to move your neck, to give him ample room, but he held you steady. “I think it's a possibility. Don't you?” His voice was filled with husk as he nudged the back of your ear with his beak. The hand cupping the back of your neck tensed as he simultaneously moved his other hand to brace against the outside of your thigh, raising it high with an effortless grip that slid his hand just shy under the hem of your robe. Your breadth staggered, blush deepening to an even dizzier effect when he stepped impossibly closer, fitting just right between your thighs.
He breathed in deeply against your ear before his tongue began working your neck in full. His hand knead into your thigh, simultaneously raising your leg subtly higher until you felt your knee graze the outer ridge of his shell. Fuck, if you felt yourself get any hotter, you were going to feel faint. It had been far too long since anyone touched you with such attentions, let alone attentions you've wanted from any said person.
A moan vibrated against your throat as he licked from your clavicle to your chin. Your own hitched moan of his name pressed against his opened mouth when he nearly stole another hungry kiss, your fluttering eyes locking with his glazed, blown eyes. God, there was hardly any sapphire showing—how could he go from adorable to hot—
You barely had time to gasp when you were suddenly lifted, arms wrapping around his neck in shock before his mouth devoured yours once more; tongue teasing the inside of your lips, barely grazing the edges of your teeth, leaving you a groaning mess. His hand slid to the cress of your thigh and held firm, holding you aloft one-handed as he pressed his body firm, almost full weight, against yours and flush against the wall, stealing your breadth in multiple ways that squeezed your lungs so good.
A guttural vibration against your chest made the weighted and breathless sensations all the more heavenly as your body vibrated in response. Your hips twitched suddenly, as much as they could, repeatedly as the vibrations from his chest continued and god—he had you in a helpless mess; unable to move, completely pinned and limp against him as he held you aloft in his strong hands, leaving not even enough room between you two for your hips to fully grind against his waist. A desperate moan rang into his mouth as you realized you were as much his puppet, his doll, as he was your muse.
You couldn't find a single fiber in your being that was upset about that. Not when you were already feeling so edged, so good, with him barely having touched you.
He suddenly stopped everything, frozen against you, and you wanted to scream in frustration; to beg and demand him to continue, but even his stilled mouth held yours captive. When his hand at the cress of your thigh purposefully brushed against fine lace instead of bare skin, you realized why he froze.
When you opened your eyes at his continued stillness, you felt yourself become still as a statue. His blown eyes bore into you; so many emotions passed within that intense, heavy stare and yet you could not name a single one. A deep seeded part of you was filled with enough dark curiosity that you didn't feel deft to explain yourself under his gaze, even if he freed your lips to do so.
His hand ghosted the lace as it rose higher, higher, and remained on the lace as he maneuvered his hand to your lumbar and nearly lifted your silk robe completely bare from your legs. Lace was still felt at your lower back, and a single finger stroked upward towards your waist, and when lace was still felt he finally broke the stilled kiss apart with a resounding smack to look down, as if he possessed x-ray vision to see through your silk robe and both your pressed bodies to see the secrets that you were hiding. It was enough to elicit a small chuckle from you, one that was cut short when his dark eyes snapped back to you. You bit down your chuckle, but there was no helping the smile to die down.
“Did you plan this out, little bird?” His husk-filled voice vibrated in your chest, leaving a moan stuck in your throat.
You supposed that was a fair assumption. But, really. He should know who he's talking to at this point.
“My muse,” you whispered, breathless, and did not miss how his breadth caught at the new petname, “am I really someone as suave as that? Be honest.”
He stared at you, really looking at you. Mussed up, breathless, flushed to dizziness, and absolute putty in his hands. And exhaled a short laugh against your face, “no,” he leaned in and nuzzled the side of your jaw with his beak, “but you definitely had me fooled.”
With two flicks of his wrist and a single step back, you felt your robe give way. Your eyes flashed to his raised head as he looked down; as much as you wanted his weight pressed up against you again, you wanted to see his reaction to your chosen outfit that was only supposed to peek at your shoulder for the photo references.
For the fourth time that night, his eyes widened, though there was no sapphire to be seen among the whites. With open, unabashed awe, Leonardo stared down at your sheer, floral printed lace body suit; extremely fine lingerie that was paper thin and did not hide anything. Gooseflesh arose across your exposed front; the body suit exposing your breasts in a deep v-cut that ended just above your naval and barely covering your nipples, which hardened into pebbles against the harsh floral embroidered print of the sheer lace.
But what you knew what got him caught up, what nearly had him drooling was the bright blue color—the exact same as his mask. You knew no matter how many times you'd be able to tell him, from this moment on he would never believe that you owned this item of clothing prior to having met him. And a heavy part of you didn't feel the need to ever correct that assumption, whether he would share it or not.
Speaking of heavy...
With gentle touches to his cheek, you were able to drag his attention from your body and back to your eyes; he finally took a breadth that you just realized he had been holding. With a wide smile, you nosed his beak, “I thought you were going to make me sing, my Muse?”
Instantly, the vibrations in his chest continued and a breadth later, his body weight was pressed back onto yours. You gasped, sighed out all-too-happily with that wide smile; his hand lowered back to your thigh, now half on your ass and gripping so tightly you knew you were going to bruise before morning. A sound erupted through his vibrations, what sounded like a purr and yet held a different note and rhythm entirely.
Your sigh turned into a loud, vocal moan when he took your throat into the entirety of his mouth and pressed his teeth just enough for pressure; his vibrations and fast churring adding a sensation you never knew you missed, yet needed as it caused your vocals to vibrate out. His tongue pressed further pressure against the front of your throat, squeezing your vibrating moan to cut off every so often.
Tears from overwhelming, amazing sensations were felt at the edges of your eyes as he slowly released your throat. You barely caught the sight of a grin in your peripheral when your hips attempted another frenzied twitch when he pressed impossibly closer. Your lips moved against his when he spoke the words that would have you broken forever:
“My little bird, I'll make you come so hard that you'll forget how to swallow.”
I like your content and the headcanons are just chef's kiss but here me out though....brat tamer nikolai....him just getting the brattiness out of his s/o for acting up all day and probably be scary seeing him angry though
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairings: Nikolai X Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
Format: Short Fic
Warnings: NSFW! Content, Suggestive, Name calling (Slut, Dove, etc), Edging, Nikolai teasing the reader for how much of a brat she was, MDNI
Word Count: 1.3K
A/n: Brat tamer Nikolai? Brat tamer Nikolai.
"Kolya...A-ah!"
The grin on the blonde's face extended As he watched you mewling from the slight touch of his fingers. His right hand had you pinned against the bed while the other one was busy caressing your inner thigh, earning a few whimpers which leaded to you locking your eyes with him, and regretting the little show you put on not long ago.
"What is it, darling?"
He probably knew what you were about to say, and the smug look on his face confirmed that; but he had to hear it from your own mouth. He wanted to hear you say his names, Exactly like how you do it when youre near your climax and the grip of your nails on his back gets tighter. He wanted to hear you begging him to shove that veiny fat cock of his down your entrance, making you gasp at the sudden pain; but greedier for the enormous amount of pleasure coming up. It didn't even have to be his dick; those long, slender fingers of his could suffice or even work better at some point, thrusting in an out of your soaked cunt with an unbelievably fast pace. He could compromise with the slightest hint from you since he was feeling mysteriously generous today; but as the cocky brat you were, your only answer to him was tilting your head to the side and avoid those penetrative golden eyes of his.
How disappointing.
"So we're playing this game now, huh?" He smirked, organizing the following steps in his mind. He had been spoiling you too much with affection and care, and they all leaded you to be a rebellious brat instead of a obedient good girl. Maybe he was being too easy on you; otherwise you wouldn't have thought about flirting with Dostoevsky just to get back at him for not being around so much lately.
Nikolai huffed as he adjusted your face back to the way it was, daring you to look away again. His eyes surveyed every inch of your stunning body, including your core that was surprisingly wetter than usual. It was perfect, You were so perfect; he can't possibly let a manipulative rapacious guy like Fyodor get his hands on this fragile body, can he?
"Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut"
His serious tune was somewhat appalling and innovative, but that wasn't the reason you were irritated. The real cause of your annoyance was how turned on you were by him manhandling you, and how your pussy ached for his touch while your pride was fighting back at him.
He hadn't given you enough attention properly as he was drowned with countless tasks and missions, and when you saw him at the office today, talking about dumb shit with Fyodor instead of coming to his s/o and giving her the care she deserves, it pissed you off; to the point of thinking about a stupid plan like making him jealous by smiling to his coworker a little too much, and making unnecessary movements like bringing him tea and brushing your hands to each other by accident, as you would say; But Nikolai wasn't dumb,
and he was definitely not into sharing either.
Your thoughts were cut off by his immediate grip on your waist, turning you over on his lap in a glance like you were some type of feather, making you pant at his sudden movement.
"Say, dove; do you think I like to be away on missions all the time doing Dos-Kun's dirty work, while he relaxes at his office?" His fingers started tracing around your folds, careful not to contact your swollen bud; just to make you desperate a little more. Your exposed round ass was calling onto him, making him want to decorate it with his handprint. You breathed heavily as you tried not to give into his teasing, but unfortunately, your body didn't seem to play along.
"No... But-" "Shhhh! Save it for later, babe" He smiled at the sight of you bating your breath, and poked the tip of your clit to feel your body tense up against his thighs. "Then, can you give me a proper excuse for your lewd doings earlier?" "I... I did it because of- Huh!" His sudden slap on your ass made you forget whatever you were muttering, and try to get ready for the next spanks expected from how his hand was running around your sensitive area.
"Wrong. There's no proper excuse for whoring around with other men. Specially not when your boyfriend is right in front of you"
Whoring around? That was a bit too much! All you did was giving a few hints to him! It wasn't like you were on his lap, riding him while your boyfriend was watching you! Though it would be a lie to say that you haven't had any fantasies about Fyodor spreading your legs on his desk, making you scream his name while his dick was going in and out of you; and Nikolai seemed to be aware of that.
"You see, I'm not exactly fond of the idea of Dostoevsky using you as his personal cock whore. In fact..." Two of his digits finally got a hold of your clit, slowly rubbing the heated lips that was drowned in your juices; and his head got located next to your left ear, causing you to shiver every time his lips brushed against your ear lobe. "I rather to have you dead than see that rat get a hold of what's mine. You know that dove, right? You know how much I hate others touching my belongings"
At this point, you were willing to get on your knees and beg him to stop teasing you and fuck you real good, but it was too late for that. You knew Nikolai wouldn't stop the show once it's started. It wasn't his style to leave things halfway, So you had to give him what he wanted; and after that, maybe he would be willing to have his way with you.
"Why so shy, Dove? It's not like I haven't seen you like this before. Or perhaps you suddenly went quiet because you're hiding something? Don't tell me that you were fucking with Dos-Kun while I was out working my ass off"
"N-No! No! I would never do that! You know that Kolya, right?"
The last thing you would ever want to see is how possessive he can over his properties.
"Good. Good" Nikolai gently caressed your cheek, planting a small kiss on your temple as his movements became circular around your clit. He could never let you get away from him; you were the only thing he would gladly give up on his freedom for, after all.
"Mhm, Kolya..." Mewling on his lap, you moved rearward to meat his digits halfway through your cunt, trying to feel his touch more. He smirked from the way you were trying to get yourself off using him. Oh how adorable you looked with your cheeks all flushed up and your naked body yearning for him, and only him.
Just maybe, maybe if you promise not to test his limits anymore and be the good girl you should be, he would show you some mercy and satisfy the needs of his slutty little girl.
"lay on your back, baby. Wanna make your mind empty of everyone and everything and fill it up with me. Let me show you what I'm truly capable of . You'll never think about him again, right? You know that no one will treat you as good as I do. You're my Little Dove, after all; how can I decline you when you already look this adorable and needy for me? I haven't even touched you properly and Look at how much your pussy is drooling! Just relax, Bunny; gonna make this night memorable for the both of us"
Damn this is long🚶🏻♀️
(@beandaifuku)Tried to write like you do since you're the goddess of writing smut, hope you don't mind-🤧
Men whose favorite sight is you on your knees in front of them, gagging harshly as you struggle to take them all in. Their hand slowly reaches for your cheek, just to wipe your ruined mascara off your pretty face; admiring how your tears won't stop shedding from your eyes. Oh how well you're taking them, all dressed up in a nice laced lingerie that shows off your breathtaking skin a little bit too much, and how much they love your stubbornness when you take milking them down your throat as a challenge, and try to give them as much pleasure as you can. They can never get enough of your glassy eyes that's focused on them, trying to record every little groan you earn by sucking them off in your mind. Nothing would compare to the moisture of your wet mouth; and how the tip of their length hits the back of your throat every time you gulp their cock. Men who would whimper unconsciously as they worship their s/o's messy hair, wondering how they got this lucky to be stuck with someone as stunning as you.
"Look at you baby, taking me so well. You're such a compassionate one, aren't you? God, just like that baby; promise I'll return the favor and express my gratitude once you're done making me feel good. My my; didn't know you were such a crybaby. Are you that desperate for my cock? Fine then; I guess I can't- Ah- resist you when you look this pretty kneeling against me, can I?"
DAZAI, Chuuya, Tachihara, Ranpo, NIKOLAI, VANITAS, ATSUMU, SUNA, Iwaizumi, OIKAWA, Osamu, Sugawara, KUROO, Tendou, Kunimi, Inosuke, GOJO, Sukuna, GETOU, Baji, Draken, Mikey, MELLO
“Swallow. All of it.”
“Do you need to use your safeword, darling?”
Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing: Nikolai X Fem!Reader
Request: "aaaaa another event from my moots! congratulations!🎉 can i request Nikolai with 3 and 4? make him a bit of a sadist tho if that's okay with you👀" ◜@beandaifuku◞
Genre: Smut
Format: Fic
Warnings: Mild yandere themes, Explicit smut, Sub!Reader, Dom!Nikolai, Name calling(Babygirl, Slut, etc), Degrading, Praising, Dirty talk, Nikolai being a dick tease, Vaginal penetration, Use of handcuffs, Oral (Both giving and receiving), Cunnilingus, Face funking, Dacryphilia, Squirting, Edging, Orgasm Denial, MDNI
Word Count: 2.7K
A/n: Aww tysm Bean! T^T I had this thing on my mind with Kolya so I wrote it for you👀 Hope you like it! :D
"I got Three! No fair!"
Nikolai smiled as he snatched the dice from your hand, pleased at your unluckiness. He pressed it in his fist, muttering something to himself before winking at you.
"Stay still Dove, My turn now"
His words only made you press your eyelids on each other hard, holding your breath in your lungs as the dice rolled on your bare stomach. This was his intelligent idea of a interesting game, and he got the perfect chance to suggest it when you told him how bored you were these days. You were always in for a quirky exciting challenge, and this was a good example of that, right?
So he had you stripped out of your clothes, lying down on your bed wearing nothing but your panties, with him sitting next to you, properly dressed. You took turns to roll the dice and who ever got more than Three was able to do whatever they desired with the other player, which was why you were in this position. Every time you rolled the dice, you always got less than three or worse, three itself; and he always got more than that. Of course the bastard had something to do with this; but you couldn't really protest because he knew his job well and left no evidence.
So for now, you could only compromise with how the cold object was roving around on your stomach, and try not to get all worked up when the clown "Accidentally" trailed his fingers on your body when he reached out for the dice.
His eyes were fixated on the dice, and his grin extended when he caught a glimpse of the number written on it. This had only one meaning;
You were fucked.
"Ah! Look Dove! It's six again!"
Of course it was, again.
"Good for you" You only rolled your eyes in response, avoiding his mischievous stare as you tilted your head to the other side. You looked cute like this, all exposed in front of him, ready to be served. He couldn't hold himself back from messing with you; because as much as he loved to see your pretty smile, you looked hotter when you were frowning, motivating him to go further.
"Don't be like that Dove! You'll win too! Eventually!" Feeling his cold fingers on your nipples, you shivered and looked back at him, to meet with his ardent gaze.
"Besides… I'm not the only one who's enjoying this, hm? Don't tell me you wanna pretend you're not having fun? I bet you're all wet for me already"
"…Actually, wanna find out?"
Before you could even say anything, he went down to your thighs, grabbing the lacy fabric. His face brightened when he saw a string of your juice attached to your panties, tracing forward as he pulled them down further.
"Look! I was right~"
Blood rushed to your cheeks when he looked up at you, and caught a few tinges of lust floating in your eyes. You already knew he was about to do something, it wasn't that hard to tell because of that playful smirk of his;
What you didn't know was how long you were able to last putting up with his filthy tricks.
"Now, what to do? What to do to you~?"
His eyes went down on your soaked cunt, and it was a matter of time before you felt his fingers trailing on your pussy lips.
"K-Kolya!" "Quiet baby girl. You remember the rules don't you? Who ever wins can do whatever he desires to the other one, and as you can see, I won~" He teased as he poked your clit repeatedly, smirking at the tiny shivers he earned from you by his movements. "Don't mind me Dove, I'm just trying to play with my reward a little bit"
Well, what could you do to him? You knew he would always get his way, no matter what.
Nikolai adjusted his lips over your clit, barely touching it; but enough for you to feel his warm breath tickling your sensitive bud. Your breath hitched at how close yet distant he was, and a small whine left your mouth when he pinned your thighs down, failing your attempt to buck them up.
"Needy now are we~? I thought you wanted me to stop?"
"I- I never said that…"
He simply giggled at your confession, pulling himself closer to stare at your throbbing cunt. You used to feel shy when he observed you like this, but after a few wild nights, you were quite used to it. Quite, not fully.
Buried in your thoughts, you suddenly chocked on your breath when you felt his mouth inhaling your clit.
"H-ha!"
Don't stop. Never stop.
Your clit was fully in his mouth, gently sucking on the soft meat as his tongue started going up and down on its surface. This time, he didn't stop you from bucking your hips up. Instead, he dragged them closer, eyes closed as he made out with your juicy pussy. You threw your head back, both hands reaching for his fluffy hair to press them harder against your crotch, but you gasped when you felt a cold metal trapping your wrists.
"Wha-…"
Looking down to see what occurred, your eyes widened when you saw Nikolai's hand disappearing in his cloak, and that bloody familiar smirk.
Nasty bitch.
"Untie me" "Not a chance princess. Just sit back and enjoy the show"
Now that you were in handcuffs, he got to do whatever he wished with you. How exciting was that now?
He ignored the rest of your complains and got down to "His business". He didn't need to do much to shut you up, just the feeling of his long digit on your hole was enough. To hear more of your pretty whimpers, Nikolai multitasked as he inserted three fingers inside you while moving his tongue in a rippling way on your pretty pussy. His mouth was so warm, so moist, so talented at eating you out. You found yourself lost in euphoria, desperately shaking to shove your cunt into his mouth even more, as if it wasn't deep inside already. He moaned with pleasure, licking his lips before blowing on your clit.
"A- Ah! Kolya!" "Sorry Dove, Got a bit carried away~ It's just that, you taste so good that I can't help but to wonder how unfair this is"
There was no teasing after that. Just him and his greedy mouth, starved for your wet pussy, eating you out like it was the last time he was ever tasting you. Your mind was blank, your vision was blurry, only waiting for your final hit to release; and you were getting closer every time his tongue flicked the tip of your rosy clit as his finger thrusted into you, tapping that sensitive spot inside.
So close, Even closer, Just a little more, And finally…
"Alrighty! Your turn to roll the dice again!"
When he beamed as he suddenly got up to hold the dice, leaving your orgasm undone, you broke down. Your vision got even more obscure, resulting of how your tears where clouding your eyes; And of course he noticed it, it was what he was waiting to see, after all.
"Me oh my~ You crying Dove? Is that how desperate you are for my touch?"
You only sobbed in response, trying to wipe your tears with your chained hands, avoiding his gaze as you started crying, too shattered to care about how pathetic you looked right now. The only thing you felt was pain, from your burning eyes and your aching cunt.
Of course that awakened his sympathy.
"Awww~ Don't be like this Dove! I'm just trying to keep up with the game! You're the one who said you wanted to do something fun, remember?"
No reply. Only endless weeps.
"Fine, if this is what you want" He shook his head with fake pity, hands reaching for his belt to unbuckle it, attracting your attention by making unnecessary sounds. "But if you want me to make you come, you gotta be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth. You in for it?"
Well, as long as you get to come in the end.
A satisfied smile spread across his face when he saw your small nod of acceptance. He then took off his clothes, making your mouth water from the sight of his fine built up body, and of course his erected dick.
"Like what you see~? You're staring a little too much, needy slut"
Another nod, only with more frustration.
"Well then, Open up"
He stood behind your head, caressing your lips before gently pulling your jaw up so his cock was in front of your mouth. He then slowly pushed his length inside, delighted by how he was able to see his dick entering your throat from your exposed neck. You gagged from his enormous size, only for him to shove his cock down your throat forward.
"I don't wanna feel any teeth, so be careful with your dirty mouth, whore"
And the fucking started. Nikolai was brutal, with how fast he was thrusting into your mouth, leaving you breathless. You gulped every time the tip of his girth hit the back of your throat, and it only made him more voracious. Your lips looked so pretty, swollen, covered with your spit and his precum; he just couldn't get enough of how breath taking you looked no matter what position you were in. He rushed his dick in your mouth harshly, grinning at how you closed your eyes and cried out for breath, but was met with his massive dick in return.
"Mh- Mhm- Am- "
Feeling his release getting close, his cock left your mouth with a small "Gulp", Giving you some space for air. He chuckled at how wretched you looked as you didn't even have control over your own hands, only inhaling air to prevent yourself from fainting.
"Was I too rough Dove? I'm sorry"
Like hell you would believe he was.
"Come baby, let me make it up to you. Come sit on my dick and I'll fuck that little cunt of yours"
You took a deep breath, standing up using the leftover strength in your body and went to sit on his lap. You nearly fell on the ground on the way but luckily, he was there to seize you with his muscular arms, pulling you to his side.
"My Dove, you're so delicate…" He planted a small kiss on your neck as he wrapped his arms around your trembling body, nuzzling his head against the crook of your neck. Your back was now facing him, all fitted in his embrace. He unpinned the handcuffs with one hand, throwing it to the other side of the room while pressing you in his arms harder.
"So sensitive, so tiny, so precious for me sweetheart. I love you so much Dove, so much that it sometimes gets out of hand"
So much that I want to ruin you, leaving no traces behind.
"Look at you love, shivering in my arms like a homeless little puppy. C'mon baby. Let me give you one orgasm and then we'll go to bed ok? Lift your legs a bit… Yes! Just like that"
His hands went under your thighs to raise you up a bit, as you were too tired to move by yourself. Your juices made it easy for his cock to slip inside your core, yet it was too deep for you to prevent yourself from moaning when it hit your cervix, and he hadn't started moving yet.
He wore a smug smile, tightening his grip on your thighs before moving you up and down on his length with the tiniest effort. You could only whine. At how unfairly strong he was? Or how unbelievably huge he was? Or how he had control over you like you were his personal puppet? You didn't know; but one thing was for sure,
You were his little toy, he treated you the way he wanted to, and you still loved him, despite all of that. Honestly; who was the more toxic one? Him or you? Was he really unable to see how dark your eyes gotten when he was talking to some woman other than you? Or how you pressed yourself against him when you were out in public? He though he was more possessive than you?
No, that's just how men are; They like to think they're the one with authority;
Little did he know you had him wrapped around your finger, capturing him in your love while letting him believe he was free. He was never going to be free, not ever from you, and not ever from his obsession with you. Even if he got rid of you at some point, he was still trapped in the pain of your loss, of how much he craved you, how much he missed you.
With the thought of that, your hands fell back to his cheek, pressing him against your naked sweaty skin as you moaned his name. Your voice got louder when his teeth sank in your neck, satisfied with how he was unable to witness your devilish smile.
"Kolya I'm so close… A-ah…" "Come for me baby. Show me how much you love this cock"
His pace suddenly got faster, making you gasp at how deep he was hitting you. Your G-spot was constantly struck with his fat cock, making you mewl louder than before. Nikolai knew you were close from how your legs were wobbly in his hands, so he made his final move to drive you insane.
His right hand came to your clit from below, and started rubbing it furiously.
"K-K-Kolya! I'm- Ah- "
"What is it Dove? Perhaps you're too fed up with me already? Do you want me to stop? Do you need to use your safeword, Darling?"
No. You never wanted him to stop. Not ever.
His dick thrusted savagely in your cunt, and every time it went inside, your eyes rolled back at the sudden arrival of pleasure. His hand was not falling behind either, rubbing you like his life depended on it.
You could feel your body firing up, you were so close, screaming his name with every shove of his girth.
"Kolya!"
Flames started filling you up, rapidly moving up through your body.
"K-Kolya!"
Your lungs burned, your legs shivered, you screamed his name, begging him to keep going.
"Kolya! Oh my g-god!"
A massive pile of pleasure filled your body up to your mouth, you suddenly felt thirst blooming in your throat, and then, the fire was shot out of your body, dispresively.
"Kolyaaaaa- A-A-A-hhhh -A -Ah Ah-"
You threw your head back on his shoulder, cried as your arousal made a mess out of the bed, the carpet, his lap, him. The sound of your wet bodies slamming onto each other was suddenly replaced with the mixture of your scream, his hysterical laughter, and the sound of your cum splashing out. His hand didn't stop moving, his dick didn't stop thrusting, and your moans didn't stop coming out of your mouth either. He waited until you were out of energy, and slowly placed you on the bed, smirking at how sore your body was.
"You're done already and I haven't even reached my climax? How cruel"
He knew you weren't even able to spell your own name, let alone be in for another round, so he simply started stroking himself, moaning as he felt his orgasm drawing closer.
"Open your mouth for me baby~"
You did as you were told; And suddenly, his seed scattered on your tongue, some even dripped down your throat already, saving you from the bother to swallow.
"Now, swallow. all of it"
You nodded as you gulped his cream down without breaking eye contact, attempting to look seductive with the last of your strength. Nikolai sighed, lying next to you as his arms caged you in his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss on your temple, smiling as you leaned against his chest to press yourself to him harder.
"Tired my Dove?" "Hm Kolya, very tired" "Relax then. Take a little nap to recover a bit baby. We might have another round if you're feeling better when you wake up, hm? What do you say?"
Well, you had all night, so…
Bruh this turned out so dark in the middle what the fuck? The reader was supposed to be submissive IDK what happened to me in the middle of writing this lmao I'm so sorry anyway GOODBYE-
i’m so high and just thinking about someone talking down to me in the most gentle and kind way is making my cunt flutter. not even a degrading “talking down,” more loving, like an “I know you can’t think so hard right now so let me make my words nice and easy for you” dumbing down.
who’s gonna take one for the team and give me attention?
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