Kenma invades your privacy at 3am. He's been waiting for this moment and he won't let it pass him by so easily.
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He had waited so long for this.
He didn’t want to barge in, take you by storm. He wanted to. He did truly want to tear off your sheets, your clothes, fuck into you and leave you in a haze. He wanted to grab you by the back of your head and force you down on his length, to watch you gag and choke. He wanted to dress you however he wanted, to see you wear lacy lingerie just for him.
But he waited. From afar.
Kenma considered himself to be a patient guy. And when it all came down to it, he showed that he truly wasn’t in a rush. He had finally gotten through your window (which, understandably, wasn’t the hardest part. He had figured out the weakest points a long time ago.)
No. The hardest part was not waking you as he towered over your sleeping form.
His cock twitches upon seeing your innocent, soft features. He wishes he could use those lips, but he didn’t want to risk it. Kenma bathes in your moonlight for a few moments longer before pulling his pants off. It was tough to keep them on since his boner was so painful. He starts to touch himself while being so close, but not too close. He liked to feel your gentle breaths on the tip, starting to shake from watching you look so cute like that.
He starts to move his hands up and down your sleeping form, stopping himself when you sleepily sigh or move. Once he is confident you’re asleep, he continues. You were an innocent little thing, ripe for the taking. Juicy and ripe, a spring fruit. Kenma is the wasp that takes the sweetness and savors it. He pulls down your shirt, breath hitching. Nothing. He fondles your chest now that it’s exposed, licking a finger and running it over a nipple. It grows hard from the cold and your eyebrows screw in the cutest way. He couldn’t stop pinching it gently and rolling the sensitive nerves between his fingers. When you move, he stops. It’s a delicate dance, that he’s taking the steps to make sure you stay this way. Perfect. He couldn’t risking such a perfect moment.
He continues to stroke his cock to your sleeping form. To relieve the ache, he told himself. He wasn’t sure if that was the answer, but right now he didn’t care. Pleasure flooded his mind and dampened all judgement. It felt so good, he was close in minutes. Faster than watching porn on his computer. Much faster than watching that fake shit. This felt so much better, being so close to you.
More. More. More. “F-fuck..” He puts a hand over his mouth, and when you shuffle in your sleep he doesn’t stop. He was too close. He told himself he would stop if you noticed or moved, but Kenma just..couldn’t. Your lips hit the top of his cock and he can’t help himself but finish. His hand moves faster and faster until he cums between your lips with a low groan. You don’t wake up.
After he recovers, he swiftly makes his way out. No use of this moment if he got caught by a roommate. You wake up sticky, mouth full of bitter, disgusting tasting cum and no idea of what happened the night before.
I love your 007 au! Would you consider writing something where Geralt is working and Jaskier is watching the photoshoot or fashion show but someone gets handsy and keeps flirting even though geralt said no. (Arrogant rich asshole who thinks he can buy anything, including a pretty model)
oh gods yes I love the 007 au. are you also the anon that sent me the other really good 007 prompt currently halfway finished in my Workbox google doc??
tw: someone gropes Geralt’s without consent, protective Jaskier, Geralt is very chill the entire time
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Jaskier leaned against the far wall, well out of the way of the bustling set, and watched as the makeup crew fawned over his delectable boyfriend. Geralt preened under the secret agent’s undivided attention, ignoring the pawing and rearranging his team was doing to his hair and outfit. He batted his eyelashes at Jaskier before sauntering onto the set and up to the director.
007 was unfamiliar with this particular photographer; he’d been to a few of Geralt’s shoots and knew at least a handful of his regular employers. This one... there was something off about the way he was looking at Geralt, eyeing him up against the set as if the gorgeous white-haired model was no more than a prop himself.
The authoritative older man flicked his wrist dismissively and Geralt took up his usual position at the center of the cameras, beginning to pose in ways that would best show off his impressive and ridiculously expensive outfit. Jaskier liked the tight-fitting, high-waisted blue trousers they’d chosen to deck his boyfriend out in, but he could take or leave the blue and green paisley-patterned top tucked into the waistband. The sleeves were too loose, more artistic and psychedelic than Geralt’s usual business-casual or athletic fare. It didn’t highlight nearly enough of the model’s perfect physique.
Perhaps it was Jaskier’s advantage, then, that more of Geralt was hidden than displayed. He was a rather jealous creature, after all.
“Hey!”
The secret agent’s eyes focused intently on yet another new figure; a haughty looking young man with dark curly hair had entered the room and was upraising Geralt up close. Too close. It was Geralt who had shouted in the first place.
Jaskier narrowed his eyes and took a step forward. Geralt shook his head and the agent relaxed again, coiled and ready to strike if the need arose. The dark-haired intruder spoke in a low, oddly nasal voice, “Who is this darling piece of man on your set, Jacques?”
“This is Domino,” the photographer introduced. Geralt had taken to using his old nickname during shoots to keep his personal life and relationship with Jaskier away various international villains’ prying eyes. “Domino, this is Emhyr, one of the designers’ sons.”
“Lovely to meet you,” Geralt smiled politely. It was tense and didn’t quite reach his eyes, Jaskier noted.
“And very lovely to meet you, Domino,” Emhyr was practically drooling as he spoke, “Are you free this afternoon?”
“I’m afraid not,” Geralt said. “Nor am I available at all, actually.”
“Disappointing.”
“Em, darling, can we please finish up this shoot?” Jacques finally spoke up. “I’m on a bit of a deadline, you know.”
“Of course,” the young heir winked. As he was going to turn away, he took the opportunity to smack Geralt directly on the bottom. “I wouldn’t want to keep the masses from seeing this, now would I?”
Emhyr had barely finished verbalizing his very stupid question before Jaskier’s hand was around his throat. The photographer rushed forward, his hands fluttering uselessly at his sides as he tried to figure out how to intervene without being injured. He tapped Jaskier’s shoulder lightly, his eyes wide and terrified: “Excuse me, sir, but what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“You don’t just get to assault my boyfriend like that without paying the consequences,” Jaskier snarled. He dug into his breast pocket and dug out his ID card, flashing at the photographer with a quick glare. “I’ll take this outside. Are you alright, babe?”
Geralt was watching him with wide, adoring honey-gold eyes. The model nodded shyly, a light blush warming the skin of his cheeks. “Thank you, love.”
“Of course, my sweetest treasure,” Jaskier practically purred. “Now, I’ll take this trash outside and deal with it; enjoy your shoot.”
Jacques gave him a relieved, thankful look as he hauled the entitled young heir out into the lobby of the studio.
“Now,” 007 began, his eyes narrowed nearly to slits as he held onto the ruffian’s scruff, “Let’s have a little chat about manners, consent, and bodily autonomy, shall we?”
groping tw: this has been on my mind a lot lately. I was wondering if there were certain ways to handle a situation where a young child (5-6) gropes another child. I know someone who grabbed a younger kids genitalia when they were around that age and was later reprimanded by their parents. Can that sort of behavior be corrected so that they don’t become sexual predators or should we hold them to the same standards as teens and adults who do the same thing?
This is a tough one. That behavior can definitely be corrected, and it’s a great time to remind children of consent, which should have already been introduced through non-sexual things at an early age (tickling, chasing, hugging, etc). Personally, if I had a young child who groped another child, I would give them a pretty big consequence just so they know the severity of what they did, but the most important part would be the conversation and the education that would need to follow. (Non corporal) punishment, while effective, isn’t enough if the child doesn’t understand what they did wrong and why it’s wrong.
Then there’s also the issue of the victim of this groping, another child. Depending on the sensitivity of the child and the context in which the groping happened, the child could simply brush it off, or could be traumatized (COCSA). It would be important to check in with this child immediately and, if needed, get them professional help.
imagine your f/o coming up behind you in the kitchen and groping you without warning. they press you against the counter, trapping you with their body. your meal prepping rudely interrupted by their demand to feel your body. they sink teeth into you shoulder, biting hard enough to bruise and draw blood.
On the topic of disgusting things older black women get away with. A friend of my mom's that I'm supposed to call aunt constantly touches me inappropriately (groping my but and my breast) since I was very young and started having any. What does she say? I'm just checking if it's grown. She does this in front of my parents and other people and no one calls her out for it. And y'all know I'd be the dramatic one if I said something This is a black only discussion I really don't want any nonblacks to interact.
