#Put him in a box like a doll and spoil him??

[add1ctedt0you]

Thirteen years later:

*Breaking the circle* has left the room

[43qh]

your writing is so lovely, I’m a writer myself but don’t think i’m that good but i wanna see you write quinn dating a very girly reader like one who loves pinks & purples, dresses, being dolled up sometimes, has an interest in vintage designer items or even has hints of pinks all around in her apartment. i could not stop thinking about what he would gift her if he would spot stuff in window shops on one of his days off that screams you all over it. like him buying it with a nice stain pink ribbon for your anniversary ugh i’m in awe thinking about it this past week 😩

quinn hughes x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 641 (sorry it’s so short !)

warnings: none! just quinn thinking of reader and being sweet

quinn observes you, looking at the pink skirt that dangles off your waist that is perfectly paired with a white shirt. you looked gorgeous. he felt out of place as he sat on the edge of your bed, wearing all black. quinn knew you liked bright colors, wore them often and your room was decorated like a fairytale.

he hums to himself as he watches you finish up your look, making you turn around at the sound. “do you like it?”

quinn smiles softly, “yeah, of course i do.”

you feel your body heat up at the genuine compliment, trying your best not to look nervous in front of him. he urges you to come towards him with a nod of his head. you follow, walking and standing between his legs. his hands trace along your bare thighs, looking up at you with love. you shiver at the touch, smiling down at him.

“i got you something,” he mumbles, looking at you with a sparkle in his eyes.

you pout, “you didn’t have to.”

he shakes his head, “wanted to.”

you watch as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a delicate box. you frown, seeing a designer name on it. he knew you loved things like this, but you knew it had to have been expensive. it wasn’t like quinn cared, though. as long as you were happy. spoiled and happy.

“open it,” he encourages, handing you the box.

you slowly open it, eyeing him for just a few moments before seeing what was inside. it’s a gorgeous heart necklace, a beautiful pink as it shines brightly in your room. your gasp and the smile on your face makes it all worth it to quinn. he had window shopped for hours before coming upon that gift. he always likes getting you something nice, something you can remember him by.

“put it on me?” you smile, turning around. quinn stands from his sitting position, taking the necklace out of your hands and clasping it together.

you reach a hand up, feeling the jewelry between your fingers and sighing. “thank you, quinn. i love it so much.”

quinn kisses you softly, “i’m glad you do, sweetheart. you look gorgeous in it.” he eyes the necklace around your neck, proud of his own gift as it matches the outfit you currently wear.

quinn never thought he would end up with someone who dressed the opposite to him, had an aura the opposite to him. but he did, and he didn’t find any flaws about it. you were his girl. the girl who loved to dress up, wear all these pretty clothes, show it off for him.

and damn, did he feel lucky.

quinn pulls one last thing out of his pocket, surprising you again. it’s another box. you eye him suspiciously, but don’t hesitate to open it. it’s a gorgeous satin ribbon, one for your hair. it’s a light pink, making you smile and bite your bottom lip.

“why am i being spoiled?” you ask, wrapping your arms around him. “i know it’s our anniversary but you didn’t need to-”

“because i love you.” he blurts out, looking you in the eye and putting a pause on your sentence, “i love you so much, and every time i’m out, i think of you. i think about the things you would and wouldn’t like. i think about putting these things on you and watching you flaunt.”

you smile up at him, tears starting to form quietly, “i love you so much, quinn.”

he dips down for a kiss, feeling how soft and pillowy your lips are. and it’s nothing short of sweet, nothing you aren’t familiar with but something you can’t get used to. it causes your knees to almost buckle below you, feeling him smile against your lips.

you were quinn’s gorgeous girl.

[lolliepuff]

lord tartaglia spoils his siblings too much, he even brings his one sister around teyvat, they even share one bedroom despite his budget allowing for them to take separate rooms. — i wonder if people prefer second pov or third povs in x readers. — big brother!childe x little sister!reader. DRABBLE

you were adorable.

far too adorable that your older brother was WORRIED about the snezhnayan men (such as himself) who’ll ravage you senselessly.

worried enough that he brought you to diplomatic outings as an ‘assistant,’ when really you were just decoration meant to stand at his side.

after all, if ajax couldn’t control himself around you, what about other men? ajax trusts himself around you because unlike the OTHER MEN, he’ll fuck you with passion and love; not like the savage men who’ll fuck and dump you after cumming by themselves.

big brother is different, see? he’ll never leave you so don’t leave him.

“lord tartaglia’s younger sister barely looks at anyone else, no?” one cicin mage remarks, mistaking your refusal to look at other people for bashfulness.

“i do believe it wise not to speak about her, the lord wants made it clear not to approach her unless he’s given us direct permission to do so.” the mirror maiden replies as they all line up to greet the arrival of the eleventh harbinger and his darling sister. “even then, those granted ‘privilege’ to serve her are never of the lower ranking ones, much less a man.”

“she’s like an extension of the lord, no? almost never smiles without him. one might think she’s one of lady sandrone’s creations.” the cicin mage giggles to herself. “with an appearance like that, constantly groomed to perfection, one might actually mistake her for a doll instead of human.”

they spoke in hushed tones but that didn’t seem to mute their words from you, after all; having grown up with ajax, even your senses seemed to have sharpened. — you have no doubt your older brother has heard them too but he seemed to be too taken by something to even reprimand nor react to them.

he calls your name and you grow alert, “i bought you something.” he smiles at you with a grin you recognize to be one born of devious intent. most likely born with perverse intentions.

ajax brought you everywhere despite the protests of both your younger siblings who wanted to come with as well, but he reasoned with them he could only bring one. — in truth, he wants you all to himself, your relationship be damned. he poisoned your mind with ideas, that everyone except your family are all out to get you, wearing masks to hide their true intentions. and because you had no reason to not believe him, you considered his words law.

that’s why you’re too scared to meet anyone else’s eyes unless ajax trusts them, that’s why you refuse to speak with anyone unless ajax’ with you. that’s why your smile is saved only for ajax otherwise evil men will get you. — your world revolved around ajax, everything he said was the truth, if he says this was normal, it was. if he calls you his little wife, you are, if he tells you to keep it a secret from even your siblings, you will. after all, ajax knows best.

“what did you buy?” you ask innocently, turning to him with eyes that reflect nothing but trust.

he only smiled as you both walked towards the bedroom assigned for the both of you in the goth grand hotel. there was a box already placed on the bed, with a ribbon that he tells you to open, before closing the door and locking it.

opening it, you were greeted with two vials that looked to be similar to whopperflower nectar, lingerie and other accessories. glancing back at ajax, you find that he’s already taken off his snow cloak that all other harbingers wore, taking off his expensive outerwear then his red silk shirt. “what are you waiting for? put it on.” he gives you an innocent smile as if the underwear in the box didn’t barely cover anything that you might as well be naked.

but still, who were you to deny him?

what if i wasnt lazy and wrote the smut for this haha

[princessbrunette]

playlists for the readers … ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ³ ᵔ ꒱ྀིა

bunny!reader ♡

just girly fun vibes — she likes her music catchy, pop-y and fairly relatable. rafe never lets her play her music in the car unfortunately, because he cannot be seen speeding down the road blasting the pussy cat dolls.

🎀 cassie — ditto

🎀 kali uchis, steve lacy, vince staples — only girl

🎀 frank ocean — sweet life

🎀 coco & clair — pretty

🎀 sabrina carpenter — feather

🎀 flo milli — never lose me

🎀 cassie — miss your touch

🎀 childish gambino, jhené aiko — pink toes

🎀 flo.rida, wynter — sugar

🎀 kali uchis — honey baby (SPOILED!)

🎀 angels — my boyfriends back

🎀 foxy brown, kelis — candy

🎀 lana del rey — music to watch boys to

🎀 jhené aiko — maniac

🎀 fergie — clumsy

🎀 ciara, 50 cent — can’t leave ‘em alone

🎀 shelley duvall — he needs me

🎀 nancy sinatra — sugar town

🎀 heidi montag — i’ll do it

🎀 nicki minaj, jeremiah — favourite

🎀 kali uchis — melting

🎀 lady gaga — boys boys boys

🎀 cassie — long way 2 go

🎀 the pussycat dolls — when i grow up

🎀 tom tom club — genius of love

🎀 beyoncé — freakum dress

🎀 gwen stefani — bubble pop electric

🎀 marina — primadonna girl

🎀 madonna — material girl

🎀 pussy cat dolls — stickwitu

🎀 leven kali, syd — do u wrong

🎀 kiana ledé — mad at me

kitty!reader ♡

listens to her music to feel cool n edgy. shes one of those people that think she’s a bitch but she’s not at all, just a lil grumpy. wants everyone to know she liked deftones before it was cool.

🐈‍⬛ pixies — is she weird

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — mardy bum

🐈‍⬛ black box recorder — child psychology

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — pretty girls make graves

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — crush

🐈‍⬛ mazzy star — she’s my baby

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — creep

🐈‍⬛ chris isaak — wicked game

🐈‍⬛ limp bizkit — rollin’

🐈‍⬛ the pretty reckless — makes me wanna die

🐈‍⬛ pearly drops — bloom for me

🐈‍⬛ deftones — root

🐈‍⬛ fka twigs — two weeks

🐈‍⬛ deftones — romantic dreams

🐈‍⬛ hole — doll parts

🐈‍⬛ margeaux — hot faced

🐈‍⬛ siouxsie and the banshees — she’s a carnival

🐈‍⬛ kip tyler — she’s my witch

🐈‍⬛ deftones — mascara

🐈‍⬛ soho dolls — bang bang bang bang

🐈‍⬛ enigma — sadeness

🐈‍⬛ DANGERDOOM, MF DOOM — perfect hair

🐈‍⬛ radiohead — idioteque

🐈‍⬛ björk — come to me

🐈‍⬛ the nbhd — fallen star

🐈‍⬛ arctic monkeys — crying lightening

🐈‍⬛ deftones — diamond eyes

🐈‍⬛ the smiths — girl afraid

🐈‍⬛ ethel cain — unpunishable

🐈‍⬛ mitski — townie

🐈‍⬛ gorillaz — kids with guns

🐈‍⬛ evanescence — taking over me

deer!reader ♡

she’d say her playlists are all over the place — but it’s organised mess. she has them perfectly collated and in her head they make perfect sense. don’t put her on the aux though, not because the songs aren’t good but because the vibes are all over the place.

🍪 shura — 2shy

🍪 minnie riperton — les fleurs

🍪 april march — chick habit

🍪 benee — kool

🍪 camille saint- saëns — … le cygne

🍪 the little dippers — forever

🍪 allie x, mitski — susie save your love

🍪 she & him — why do you let me stay here?

🍪 lesley gore — i’m coolin’ no foolin’

🍪 sza — prom

🍪 the penguins — earth angel

🍪 SALES — renee

🍪 cleo sol — sunshine

🍪 japanese breakfast — be sweet

🍪 kate bush — cloud busting

🍪 mazzy star — halah

🍪 the mamas & papas — dedicated to the one i love

🍪 scissors sisters — filthy / gorgeous

🍪 fiona apples — shameika

🍪 fleetwood mac — mystified

🍪 margo guryan — under my umbrella

🍪 erykah badu — apple tree

🍪 mort garson — plantasia

🍪 sza — sweet november

🍪 quadron — sea salt

🍪 corinne bailey rae — green aphrodisiac

🍪 sade — lovers rock

🍪 ella fitzgerald — moonlight serenade

🍪 cigarettes after sex — truly

🍪 tv girl — heaven is a bedroom

🍪 the velvet underground — femme fetale

🍪 clairo, coco & clair — racecar

🍪 james blake, rosalía — barefoot in the park

🍪 tame impala — nangs

puppy!reader ♡

never seen without her walkman — loves running around and dancing to her upbeat music. her playlists will remind you of days in the sun and dancing in summer rain.

🐶 her’s — love on the line (call now)

🐶 HAIM — summer girl

🐶 the la’s — there she goes

🐶 stacey q — two of hearts

🐶 faye webster — right side of my neck

🐶 bakar, summer walker — hell n back

🐶 beabadoobee — sunny day

🐶 dominic fike — babydoll

🐶 jungle — back on 74

🐶 pinkpanthress — attracted to you

🐶 duran duran — girls on film

🐶 shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

🐶 sixpence none the richer — kiss me

🐶 matilda mann — bloom

🐶 HAIM — falling

🐶 311 — amber

🐶 earth, wind & fire — boogie wonderland

🐶 lorde — ribs

🐶 lesley gore — sunshine lollipops and rainbows

🐶 stevie wonder — all i do

🐶 the human league — don’t you want me

🐶 the turtles — happy together

🐶 pet shop boys — west end girls

🐶 clairo — bags

🐶 pat benetar — love is a battlefield

🐶 the psychedelic furs — love my way

🐶 scouting for girls — she’s so lovely

🐶 noisettes — wild young hearts

🐶 the all eyes i — beat goes on

🐶 tame impala — elephant

🐶 sublime — waiting for my ruca

🐶 mgmt — boogie down

[heartfullofleeches]

C.C Christmas headcanons? -🧶

[Yan Incubus + G.N Reader Christmas HCs]

"Santa? Never heard of her. Only lap that was should be sitting in is mine."

"Presents? Why do you need those when I'm the best gift you'll ever receive?"

•Despite the origins of the holiday and his, C.C is a rather festive devil - mostly cause he loves buying junk to spoil his loved ones with and he looks amazing in red. Adores all the pretty decorations around town and having the opportunity to string some up around his apartment with you. Buys the biggest tree that'll fit through his door and decorates his side of it mostly in handmade ornaments of you two together (Don't ask why most of them are of you asleep)

• Wants to bake cookies/make hot chocolate with you all the time, but don't be surprised if you find him spitting in the batter to add a lil extra excitement holiday cheer to the mix (I always forget his saliva is technically an aphrodisiac, but I didn't here)

• Wakes you up bright and early in his holiday best (one of those Santa dresses that rides his ass). Tries to be all cute by bringing you breakfast in bed he made all by himself.... and by that I mean the chef he hired. He knows what you like to eat if that any consolation.

• High chance you won't get through all the presents he gets for you before new years. If you show even the faintest interest in something at a store/online or express your grievances with something not working properly in your home, best believe this incubus has you covered. Throws some lingerie and other fun items into the pile because he's got to treat himself too sometimes, and there's no better way for him to do that than doll up his favorite toy. Hopefully you'll be nice enough to put on one of your new outfits for him as it's all he truly wants for Christmas...well that and your undying love and devotion.

• Wear the matching lingerie sweaters he ordered for you or he will cry and you'll never hear the end of it.

•Mistletoe strung up everywhere. Door frames, above the bed, taped to his horns if they're visible. You are giving this man his smoothes or there will be hell on earth. I doubt he'd allow guests unless it was family, but if anyone is caught underneath it with you that isn't him is getting booted out the nearest window.

• Might be best to keep an eye on the placement of the gift boxes when he's giving them to you - especially if they're in his lap and he invites you to stick your hand in blind. He does say he's the best present you'll receive.

• After the first round of opening presents, C.C would love nothing more than to cuddle up with you and watch some seasonal movies by the fire place. He may go on and on about all the things he can't wait to do to you with certain presents he ordered, but he'd honestly be out like a fucking light all snuggled up with his human surrounded by your love and the heat from the flame. There's always tomorrow anyway.

[starbabyg]

Daddy Jack and Baby Jack | Jack Hughes Drabbles

I have so many daddy Jack drafts that are a fourth done but rn I’m loving writing smaller works and having requests come in to respond to. This is kindaaa based on those works.

Jack has a baby girl first, and what’s a more fitting name for the future J Hughes legacy than Jaqueline

The first thing Jack does when he finds out you’re pregnant is buy little skates. He can’t wait til baby can walk so he can get them on the ice

Although you wanted to keep the pregnancy a secret until you were further along, Jack couldn’t help but call everyone he knows to tell them the news

“I nutted in her, and now we’re having a baby Quinn” “Err, ew? Okay? Congratulations?”

Every time Jack sees something baby related he buys it. No hesitation. The baby room is so filled that it’s starting to get hard to walk in.

Baby girl looks just like her mama but with Jack’s smile. She is literally the splitting image of you, which Jack loves so much

Although she looks like her mama she acts just like her daddy. She has all the same mannerisms as Jack. You even caught the two sleeping the exact same, turning and shuffling at the same time

All the boys love to call her Jaq Jaq but Trevor calls her little Hughes

Speaking of Trevor, the two of them are always going at it. Y/n and Jack find it hilarious to hear Trevor argue with a literal child

She of course as the first Hughes baby is spoiled to deathhhh, which you try to lay off but between her dad and uncles you really can’t help it

Uncle Quinn and Uncle Luke are always taking her out to do something. When things go quiet and she’s nowhere to be found the first thing you do is Group FaceTime the two boys, and on one phone your baby will pop up on the camera saying “hiiiiiii”

Jack gets jealous when he sees baby girl bond with his brothers or friends on the level they do

“I though I was special,” he’ll grumpily say

But at the same time he is so happy everyone loves her as much as he does

He takes baby girl to every single practice and game in hopes that she will like the sport

Which of course she does

She goes to every game wearing an 86 jersey and a red and black tutu sometimes even little tiny devil horns

But one time she wore Luke’s jersey and Jack felt so betrayed

He literally took the jersey off his back and told her to put it on

At first she was scared of the Devils mascot but now she can’t leave it alone

Baby Jaq hates being in the box seats and much rather prefers being right by the glass so she can say hi to daddy

The amount of times Jack skates by just to tap the glass and say hi >>>

Ofc all the players have to say hi to her at least once or she gets mad at them

She’ll go into the locker room after the game and go up to them like “I know you saw me say hi why didn’t you say hi back?”

Baby Jaq loves to walk the red carpets with her daddy

She feels like a little superstar and thinks all the pictures being taken are for her

Secretly one of her fave players is Nico

He always says yes to playing with her before and after games so she likes him the best

You catch them playing with dolls together while he’s supposed to be in practice

And while he’s on the bench baby Jaq tries to tie his hair up and put bows she brought on him

Nico actually wears it under his helmet but you can see the little pink and yellow bows sticking out

Jack and Luke get jealous because why did she choose Nico to give a makeover to??

Next thing you know everybody on the Devs is wearing bows in their hair

Baby Jaq is just everything to Jack, she’s his whole world and best friend aside from you

He’s just so happy he can raise a little human alongside the love of his life

[elizais]

when their gf is a reader

includes: chuuya, dazai, ranpo warnings: none?? dividers by v6que

chuuya loved to spoil you to death, whether that be fancy dresses, expensive jewellery, makeup, books.. heavy on the last one! he knew your favourite genres, authors, book lengths, classics or new releases.. everything.

whilst chuuya himself found his interests piqued in poems, he knew after a long week you just wanted to go to the old bookshop tucked away in the corner of downtown yokohama. how the place stayed up and running? probably the both of you single-handedly paying it's rent from your visits.

you had been a frequent customer of said bookshop long before meeting chuuya. the dusty rooms with ladders to reach the highest shelves, tables covered with books yet to be sorted.. he felt honored to be allowed into the place you adored.

an old couple ran the place, they must have known you since you were little. they kept certain books aside for you because they knew that they would interest you.

"dating y/n comes with required reading. you're the first boyfriend to ever be introduced here though." the man joked when chuuya and he met. a swift pat on the back for your boyfriend. years had passed since then, and he even had gotten buried in a few books.

during one of your visits, chuuya saw a book in the sections you liked. "have you read this one, doll?" he asked, holding it out to you with his gloved hand, allowing you to take it from him.

he seemed incredibly pleased with his find, proud of the fact it checked all of your favourite boxes. "no, i don't think i have read this one yet.. thank you, chuuya!" you chimed, not having the heart to tell him you must have read that same book about 30 times before.

dazai is an awfully clever man, i don't see him being a reader though.

i'll do a couple of headcannons to get this across b4 the drabble

if you like reading, you can convince him to read some books

he mostly cuddles you while you read

lying on your shared sofa, with your back to osamu's chest, he was practically asleep as you lay on top of him.

you held your book by your chest, reading a tad slower incase osamu was also following along. his chin rested on your head, your hair acting as a cushion. how he wasn't bored of sitting in this silence? who knows. he knew that he cherished any time spent with you though.

he paid some attention to the array of words on the pages, knowing you would tell him about it later anyways. osamu's legs twisted around yours mindlessly, not doing anything in particular.

he stopped glancing at the book's contents and became completely immersed with making your legs move by lazily pushing them with his. you didn't even notice what he was doing, too focused on the book.

the closest comparable thing to what he was feeling was when you shake keys by a baby's line of sight, so silly yet somehow amusing.

due to your close proximity, he could tell exactly what you were feeling. this time, by the way your muscles just tensed up. you leaned forward ever so slightly - careful not to disturb him - and held the book closer.

he moved his hands to your cheeks and pinched them a little as you shut the book. "care to tell me what happened?" he asked, knowing you would explain in rigorous detail what happened in the few chapters you had read.

trying to get ranpo to understand the joys of reading was - to lightly put it - impossible. you can't blame him, given his superhuman iq, to get bored as he has figured everything out very quickly.

you were sat on the beanbag he had insisted you buy for your shared living room, ranpo getting sweets from the kitchen. you were on the last few pages of a murder mystery and didn't seem to understand why it happened.

and this was where having such a smart boyfriend was a blessing. ranpo walked back into the living room and saw you with eyebrows furrowed as you repeatedly read the last few pages.

"you don't understand why they done it?" he asked, mouth full of candies. you nodded, "i just don't know why their alibi held up for as long as it did! it doesn't make any sense! it's completely illogical!" you rambled as he walked over to you, taking the book out of your hands and reading the last few pages.

he skimmed over it, nodding as he went along.

"you're right. that alibi should have been laughed out of an investigation. doesn't take the world's best detective to figure that out!" he agreed, handing you a strawberry flavoured sweet. "for your troubles." he explained.

sorry 4 not posting recently!! i'd give a creative wattpad-esque excuse but i just dk what to write. next time i'll try to have a more fun excuse !! promise !!

[lxdymoon0357]

How about making Duna jealous by having Minho in the palm of your hands?! I mean like, reader definitely loves him, but she absolutely despises Minho cause she had already done some damage and so she likes to spoil him, flaunts that she has him, etc to both Duna and Wookyung? She's also rich and what not..

(You spoke literally my heart's desires and put them in a post!! Reader is described to have tattoos| Fem! Reader, reader is mentioned to have long hair| Mentions of SA, unhinge shit from Duna.)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

The other...better spouse..

The moment Duna walked out of the shop, clutching a box of cigarettes, her eyes were burning to cry because it was the most sick and twisted dream because why was she seeing Minho standing outside a alcohol shop having a little person cling to him inside his black puffer jacket as he laughed softly?

She never knew he could laugh so beautifully, that he had creases under his eyes when he laughed or smiled, that he is very ticklish.. She noticed your long hair falling out of his puffer jacket as he laughed softly, before you finally came out of his jacket, enjoying yourself as you both talked and crossed the streets heading in her direction...

Duna never knew that The Byun Minho was capable of change...I mean, she honestly always wanted to put him in his place during sex, break him down, make him bed for her forgiveness, make him her own personal rape doll...She was confused as to how Minho could get anyone with his bitter, distasteful and gross personality and not even being big enough to pleasure someone...

Duna stood there frozen as you and Minho crossed, hand laced together, with him giggling at something you said while you couldn't bother to remove your eyes from him...How could you? He was just such a gorgeous human inside that hard exterior.

Just as you both got on the pavement, Minho froze as you finally turned away to meet the eyes of a girl, quite pretty but you weren't getting good vibes from her, You tightened your grip on Minho's hand ever so slightly,

"Who are you?" Duna asked you, quite audacious you guessed from her mannerisms, as you glared at her up and down before softly poking Minho's cheek and clinging to his arm more making Minho snap out of his trance as he awkwardly looked at you and Duna before shaking his head and saying,

"Ah, Uhm...Y/N..Jagi, this is Duna...My ex.." he said murmuring as you nodded in realization, so she was the one who cheated on him and the one who raped him...You glared at her angrily, before sighing, squeezing Minho's hands in yours softly before letting go and pushing the door of the shop Duna just came out of,

"I'll go get the things we need." you said going inside the shop as Duna stared at you with jealousy and anger, you were gorgeous, she couldn't lie, long hair, gorgeous fashion, you seemed smart, with the etiquette and the style of you clothing, it was also safe to assume you were also quite rich..

Minho sighed as he stood aside, wondering who'd make the first move as Duna walked closer, "Minho...Why'd you choose her?" she asked straight forward glaring at him, making chills go down his spine as he rubbed his nape and took a step back, "I..Uh.." he took a step back every time she took a step forward.

Duna softly took a hold of his wrist in hers, pulling him uncomfortably close to her, pushing him against the wall of a closed shop besides the one which was open where you were inside.

"You know I'm better than her, right? What is it about her that's better? Is she pretty? Rich? None of it, you know I tried to help you, I was just a bit mad back then..." Duna said, her words spilling out without her noticing as Minho seemed frozen, taking deep breathes as he shrunk into himself. The sight made her feel powerful.

but suddenly a sharp jerk pulled her back from her hair as she was thrown onto the ground as she looked up to meet your glaring eyes as tow large broad men stood besides you also staring at her seriously as you helped Minho while the other the two men glared at her,

"Please, do not dare to hurt Sir.Byun, otherwise we'd be contacting authorities." one of the man said as she could see you pepper Minho with kisses who was clinging to you like a little child.

Softly you rubbed his back, snapping your fingers and handing your bag of wines and another plastic bag of different things to a bodyguards while a expensive car pulled up close to you as Duan dusted herself and quickly got up with embarrassment.

You were simply trying to calm Minho and sat him down in the expensive sports car before turning to Duna and walking closer, your heels clacking on the side of the pavement as she took steps back before she was backed into the wall where she was pinning Minho a few seconds ago,

"Listen, bitch. If I see you getting even a hundred miles closer to Minho, I'd take a thousand amount of evidence that you sexually assaulted him and get you a good life sentence." you said grabbing her jaw and grinning at her with mock and disgust, tightening your grip on her jaw making it ache,

"You're lucky it's Minho's kindness of not wanting to ruin your already no-good, pathetic, little life by not reporting you, but I won't be kind...Tell that to the little freak Cha Wookyung as well." you said letting go of her jaw as she rubbed it before throwing the cigarette box she dropped in her face and turning on your heel and sitting in the car.

As you sat inside the car and it drove off, Duna could just stand there staring down at the box off cigarette you threw in her face, realizing maybe you were the better one out of both of you...

[little-snuggle-bug]

Regressor Dean Winchester mood board and head cannons

Regresses to a range of 1-10 although it’s rare he goes over 5

Hardly ever regresses without his pacifier. That man needs as much comfort as he can get.

The only two people who have seen his regression is Castiel and Sam.

He will only willingly regress with Castiel, Sam mostly just sees Dean regress involuntarily.

His regression is a secret to everyone else. He feels shame about it, because being a child makes him unable to protect Sammy.

He loves Scooby Doo so much, so many cartoons he stays glued to the tv. His regressed brain is mesmerized by the colorful box.

Dean doesn’t like coloring all that much.but he likes to draw things ,castiel has every single drawing Dean has given him. Castiel lights up anytime Dean presents him a new drawing.

“Thank you Dean, I will cherish this colorful work of art.” -Idk cas probably.

Nonverbal regressor Dean !!! Cas just kinda knows what dean needs.

Dean regressed for a long time before he knew what he was doing. He just kinda kept it a secret.

But once Castiel found out what Dean’s regression he absolutely spoiled him! He got Dean as many toys as he could’ve dreamed of as a kid.

If he is alone he absolutely melts down if Castiel leaves his sight for over a second he freaks out.

He stores his pacifiers and teethers in a Scooby doo lunch box.

When Dean made cas watch Scooby Doo with him , Castiel was perplexed

“Dean, that dog is talking!”

Castiel immediately bought him a Scooby doo stuffie the next day. And Dean lost his MIND!! He carries it with him everywhere when he’s regressed.

He still likes cowboys obviously. He has a cowboy hat that whenever he remembers he has it he puts it on everything!!

He has a sensory cube it’s car themed and his absolute favorite thing ever!!

He’s a little embarrassed about it but he adores dolls.. he has Barbies he loves to play with them.

So many sensory toys.. Rattles, crinkle toys, and his blanket he’s obsessed with it’s one of those ones covered in little tags.

[melonmilkshake]

Satoru Tsukada x bimbo!reader headcannons ♡

(Written for both beta! Satoru & regular Satoru)

Fluff / smut / angst

Headcannons

She / her | Fem

TW: certain sexual headcannons and mental health headcannons

NOT PROOF READ BTW

Headcannons for both beta and regular satoru

Satoru Tsukada:

The first time Satoru saw you he was utterly confused. Where was Randal and why was this girl here? He thought to himself while quietly watching you walk down the hall.

He inspected you even more and I say that quite literally as he has never seen someone so pretty but so... dumb. Though he couldn't tell if it was just a act or if you were actually stupid.

Even then though he grew on you and found you adorable and sweet soon enough committing to a relationship with you.

___

Usually Satoru is the type to be very protective towards you. He will not let a single person lay a finger on you (unless its Randal) in any situation and I mean why would he? You're his after all and no one is going to touch his precious doll. If someone were to flirt with you he would most likely snap there wrists or skin them alive and making a suit out of there skin.

Whenever you go shopping he is always the one buying things for you. He will not give you even the chance to take your wallet out. He will spoil the hell out of you quite literally.

Oh you want a new plushie? Got it, you want a expensive figure collection? Got it, you want a vibrator? Got it, you want clothes? Got it. He doesn't really care how much you spend and will literally carry your bags of things he bought for you.

He treats you like a princess. Always kissing you and giving you compliments. He wants to make sure you're loved all the time and doing PDA just so everyone knows you're his.

He loves letting you sit on his lap since he can hold you tightly and not let you escape if he says something disturbing and insane that makes you uncomfortable.

He loves hearing you ramble about random things no matter how stupid it sounds. If you were to ever need help with school he would be there for you even if you're completely oblivious to what you're doing.

NSFW

If anyone were to bully you about your intelligence he would lose his shit. Expect the person insulting you to have a few stitches on the top of there head and forehead.

TW MENTAL HEALTH

Doesn't realize it at first but you aren't interested in seeing him harm himself everytine you do you try taking the box cutter away from him in a panic.

He always thought you did since Randal liked it but at the same time Randal and you are two different people.

He tries to make you cut him but instead you lecture him and cuddle him which is equally good in his eyes.

He'll try to act like the cuts are fake because you're so dumb but it's obvious they aren't.

"Stop it are you insane!?" A small yelp came out of your mouth while you fought for the blade in his hand. Instead you both tripped and you feel on Satoru. Your breasts pushed against his chest revealing some of your cleavage. "Y/N don't be so dramatic darling its fun~" he whispered playing with your hair.

If you both were assigned to sit close to each other in the back expect him to be fingering you or at least playing playing with your pussy with a smug grin.

He makes you put a vibrator in yourself which he can control with a remote. He likes seeing you struggle in class sexually. You holding in your moans and trying to do your work is one of the things that amuses him through out the day.

If you both are in the gym sometimes he will drag you into the male locker rooms for a quickie.

"Satoru were gonna get caught." You muttered while he aligned his cock with your pussy. Gently rubbing up the against your folds. "As long as you keep your mouth shut then will be fine."

He degrades you a lot calling you things such as a stupid bitch or a dumb slut.

Also he does threesomes with you and Randal a lot. They like to see you try to put both of there cocks in your mouth at the same time but you always struggle and fail.

And if you have big boobs PLEASE TITTY FUCK THIS MAN. He loves titty fucking when it comes to your boobs. He just finds you so pretty while you do it.

Beta! Satoru Tsukada:

The first time he heard of you was from Randal, Randal would talk about you so much saying how pretty you were and how dumb and cute you would be. Satoru found it annoying as it was one of Randal's usually rants about you but when Randal introduced you to him, he feel head over heels.

You were a nervous reck when you saw him because you thought he was so handsome. You were hoping you didn't mess up your words but of course you did.

After a few weeks of knowing you and interacting with you, he started getting flirty, teasing you for your intelligence and personality, and getting touchy.

Soon enough you were in a relationship with him.

___

He loves being a smart ass towards you. Seeing you get all riled up from a stupid insult is so cute to him. Though if someone was bullying you for your intelligence he would not be happy, it depends it there would be violence mostly likely not but if that person tried something Satoru would fuck them up. (In my eyes he most likely knows martial arts)

Again with the princess treatment this boy is literally your knight in shining armor. He will buy you everything and make you whatever meal you like (mostly because he is scared of you leaving him even though you would never.)

If you ever get tired of walking or your legs start to work he will pick you up bridal style or gives you a piggyback ride until you reach your destination.

He loves it when you're sitting on his lap and he is playing video games. It does get boring though just watching him while you did nothing so sometimes you'd bitch about it.

"Satoruuuu, can we please do something im so bored." You sighed and leaned in closer into him. "Just a few more minutes y/n then we can play with your stupid barbie toys." he spoke while still playing the game not daring to look down at you so he wouldn't lose. "Hey I don't play with barbies you jerk!"

He'll rest his head on your ass or on your thighs. Those are literally the most perfect pillows for him.

He loves seeing you beg for things or being needy. Its just so cute to him and it makes him wanna kiss you all over.

Loves to slap your ass in public to make you flustered and pout at him.

He gets really annoyed when Randal flirts with you and tries to touch you. He literally bonks him on the head with his fist so he leaves you alone.

___

TW MENTAL HEALTH

He is so clingy for you despite him slightly lecturing you and being annoyed sometimes you're his whole world.

He would be scared if another boy was flirting with you and would tell them to leave you alone and when you both are by yourselves he would lecture you about it letting all his frustration out.

You would be teary eyed in the end or even crying but he just wants you to understand how he feels.

You gotta comfort him a lot and clean his wounds though you didn't really know what to do so sometimes you'd panic and cry.

"M'sorry Satoru! I d-don't know what to do I-I" you were panicking trying to figure something out. Your mind was racing as you saw the blood gush out of his arm.

"Its okay its okay. Just calm down doll." He tried to calm you down but you were in such big distress. "Fuck." He muttered he quickly walked away from you and cleaned his wound himself.

When he was done he went back to you and saw you on the floor crawled up in a ball in tears. "Don't worry everything is okay come here."

Cuddles with you the whole night after scaring you so badly from him harming himself.

NSFW

Back to the sitting on his lap thing, sometimes if he is ever playing games he makes you cockwarm him though after a few minutes he gives up and makes you ride him.

Loves it when you give him blow jobs under his desk. He'll just be playing his game with his boxers on when suddenly they get pulled down and a pair of lips sloppily kiss his dick.

Any chance he gets he'll suck on your nipples. Even though he is more of a ass guy what can he say when he sees your big breasts? His tongue flicks and swirls around the hardened nub until he feels you're at your breaking point.

He degrades you so much during sex its so bad that he makes you cry.

"Who's my dumb princess? Is it you, you stupid bitch?" He growled in your ear. You were sobbing at that moment in time while he brutally assaulted your pussy with his cock. "Speak up." He groaned against your ear. "Yes.."

[angelsworks]

Hi, it will be chaos and havoc, but what will it be like if the entire yandere Mikaelsons are obsessed over one human!reader? Thanks a lot.

Ours Yandere!Mikaelson brothers x reader (Poly)

Type: Headcannon

Requested: yes

Summary: Having the Mikaelson brothers as your yanderes

Warnings: yandere themes, dark themes, kidnap, etc

Life with any Mikaelson man as your yandere is going to be crazy at times. But with all the Mikaelson men is positively manic.

It doesn’t matter who started obsessing over you first. The lines blur quickly and soon enough they’re all obsessed.

Any privacy you had before has been trampled. It doesn’t exist anymore.

You feel as though they work in shifts. As soon as one brother leaves, you bump into another one.

If there’s any overlap between the brothers it can get messy quick.

It does depend on which brother it is.

Klaus is possessive but also the most experimental. He likes having you on your own, that goes unsaid, but he doesn’t mind sharing you with Elijah and or Kol.

Kol is the embodiment of crazy. So while he likes have you to himself, he’ll interrupt any of his brothers to steal you attention. Klaus, Elijah or Finn. It doesn’t matter.

Elijah is the peace keeper. But he he is more reserved about sharing you with Kol. He forever feels he’s cleaning up his younger brothers messes. He doesn’t want one of those messes to be you. He’s fine sharing with Klaus, they’ve done so in the past. Finn is gentle with you so he has no problem sharing with him.

Finn is probably the most selective over who he shares you with. Klaus is out of the question. After being locked in a box for 900 years, his grudges hold strong. He also has reserves over sharing you with Elijah. He was awake for the majority of the 900 years, yet made no attempt to free him. Kol on the other hand, he’ll share with.

While he doesn’t like his brothers sadistic tendencies, he feels he can balance that with his gentle and soft nature. He has no grudges with Kol, being the youngest and most crazed he didn’t expect him to free him.

Over time his grudges with his brothers melt away. After he notices it causes strain on your relationship he makes the decision to bury the hatchet.

Of course, this is all assuming you accept them.

If you do resist it’s a different story. Before you can try to leave town you’ve been taken to their mansion. Where you’ll be watched 24/7 by four pairs of eyes.

They’re all extremely possessive over you. Yet not of each other.

One could have just fucked you on the breakfast table, then the other would put you on their lap and feed you breakfast.

They feel no shame if it involves you.

They’ll do anything to protect you.

While it can be hectic having four extremely powerful and controlling yanderes, they do balence each other out.

While Kol can be quite sadistic, Finn helps to give you the care he sometimes forgets about.

While Elijah takes away you independence and treats you like a doll, Klaus will take you out back into the real world and spoil you.

While Finn can sometimes be behind on the times, Elijah is happy to fill you in on any news or historical events.

It all works out in the end.

But then again you don’t really have a choice if it does or not.

[asterias-record-shop]

What about 8 and 14 with spoiled rich boy and Finnick?

—𓆩[men like him]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - MODERN AU – Rich Boy! Sugar Daddy! Finnick Odair x Sugar Baby! College Student! Fem! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe some angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 4.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - The biggest rule about a sugar daddy-baby relationship is that you can’t gain feelings, ever. Never fall in love. Finnick was the one to break that rule - not you, sadly, as much as he wanted you to - and since then, he’s been trying to get you to fall in love with him too. But obviously, as a sugar baby, you’re doing something right by hiding your true feelings from your sugar daddy who also has to be fine as hell.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language & cursing || sugar daddy-baby relationship || proposal || outside sex || but he still got you a bed || oral || unprotected sex || raw sex || creampie || multiple orgasms || nipple stimulation || vibrating panties || clit stimulation || biting ||

“Did you like what I got for you?” Finnick jumped on his bed, smiling as he slipped an Airpod into his ear. It had taken him days to pick this lingerie out for you, the white fabric that he thought would look fucking amazing under a wedding dress.

To be honest, yes, it might’ve seemed like he was moving a little too fast, but you both have known each other since you spilled coffee all over him four years ago. In turn, you both started talking and you told him about all of the financial problems you were having, which then started what your relationship was now. It had been four years, and personally, he thought that his feelings were justified.

“I just got home,” you responded, smiling when you saw the white box wrapped in red ribbon on your doorstep along with a bouquet of red roses and a box of your favorite candy. “But I’m pretty excited to open it.”

“You should open it up,” Finnick responded, grabbing the crystal glass full of liquor he had been nursing on for a while. “And send me a picture of you wearing it.”

“Oh, so it’s something I can wear, hm?” You tease playfully, putting him on speaker as you go to your room and slowly close the door. “Just something I can wear, or is there something else in there for me too?”

You remembered that time he sent you a set of lingerie with a dildo shaped in the form of his cock, ordering you to send him a video of you using it to get off while he was on a trip in Crete. Oh, you still had that purple dildo in your closet inside the box of Louboutin that previously held the red bottoms that now lined your shelf, of course added on with more pairs and limited edition designer shoes anywhere from Nike Airs to more sophisticated Jimmy Choos.

“There’s definitely something else for you in there,” Finnick smirked, smiling when he thought about the promise ring he put in there. It wasn’t obvious that it was a promise ring, or a form of one, but it was the first step in his makeshift form of confessing his love for you. “Not anything dirty though, Y/N, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Oh you wanted to sob when you heard him say your name. To him, you were always doll, angel, love — anything that could be used as a term of a sweet, classic term of endearment, it was you. He had been calling you your name - your real name - way too often these past few months.

“That would be the first time, Finnick, you can’t blame me for thinking you sent something dirty,” you respond, opening it with a gasp. The lingerie was so meant to be worn under a wedding dress, and the velvet box at the bottom made you reach forward slowly, taking the box first.

He was silent as he heard the slow snap of the box, his hand swirling around the glass of liquor, his other hand nervously shaking back and forth. He was nervous, he truly was, but for fucks sake, would you just talk?

“Holy shit, Finnick,” you whispered, breathless as you stare at the ring with a diamond bigger than you’d ever seen before in your life. “Th-That… that’s a big rock.”

“It’s been in my family for years,” Finnick responded, clearing his throat softly. “Do you like it?”

How could you not like it? It was beautiful, a band of white gold that was studded with diamonds and moonstone, the large marquise-cut diamond on the center of the band with small moonstones lining the bottom round area.

“Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah, I like it,” you whisper, inhaling sharply as you stare at the new diamond studded at the bottom, seemingly to cover the new weld. “D-Did you get it resized?”

“Yeah,” Finnick said immediately, inhaling slightly. “It fits, right?”

“Wh-What finger?”

“Your ring finger. Left hand.”

You gasped as you slowly pulled it onto your finger, inhaling deeply. Fuck, why did it have to be so pretty?

“Does it fit?”

You inhale deeply, nodding. “Y-Yeah, it does.”

You look closer inside the box, trying to see if there was anything else before you heard his voice once again. “There’s one more thing in there, my love.”

You nodded, slowly lifting up the lingerie and starting to take off your shirt. “Is this your way of proposing?”

He goes silent, clearing his throat as he stares down at the now diluted liquor. “Do you have any classes today?”

He completely ignored your question, making you inhale, nodding. You couldn’t lie to him, not now. “Y-Yes, I do.”

“I’ll pick you up, wear this underneath. You’re in the West building today? We’ll have lunch afterwards,” Finnick said, already thinking about the seven course meal he told his chef to make, thinking about how you said it was always a dream of yours to have one of those special courses. “Sounds good?”

“I-I uhm…” you whisper, shaking your head. “I have… I have a project I have to work on with my friend.”

Finnick starts to sit up, listening to the way your voice shook slightly. “Isn’t it barely the second week?”

He remembered you saying that it was a pretty easy class, and that you were actually excited because the teacher seemed really funny and laid back. You never mentioned anything about a project.

“M-My professor really just wants to get into it,” you respond, fixing the lingerie on your body with a deep inhale. “Can we have lunch another time? I’ll send you a picture of me in this beautiful lingerie, okay? And a nice video later. I’m going to be late, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Y/N,” his voice makes you shiver as your finger hovers over the decline button, Finnick exhaling loudly. “I… I want to see you. We need to talk.”

“We can talk tomorrow, I love you, bye!” The ‘I love you’ was a complete slip, leaving Finick smiling widely as he grabbed his keys.

He was so going to meet you at school.

As you walked down the sidewalk next to the courtyard, you truly regretted your life choices, especially as Emily laughed next to you.

“You’re turning down your sugar daddy because he’s in love with you?! He literally just indirectly proposed!” Emily said, looking over at you. “Why?”

“Because he’s… it’s Finnick Odair.”

Emily stopped, inhaling deeply. “Y-You… your sugar daddy is the one planned to inherit the Odair fortune and the multi-billion dollar franchise of that fishing enterprise?”

“Fishing, hunting, gold mining,” you mumble, shaking your head. “Gold mining is from his mother’s side though.”

“So why isn’t this like your dream come true?” Emily looked over at you as you played with the strap of your backpack. “You’re in love with him too, aren’t you? Or, it always seemed like you were.”

“I-I…” you whisper, inhaling deeply. “I’m in love with what we could be, you know? He… he’s always had that reputation of dating models and heiresses and… not students who are drowning in student debt.”

“That he paid,” Emily filled in, raising a brow. “Why don’t you just… go along with it? Or end it? What’s the point of feeding into it if you’re not going to be able to cut the line?”

You laughed at her stupid comparison, shaking your head. “Because deep down, I want it to be real. Men like him… they always want something, and as much as I’m hoping it’s me, it’s probably just… part of me, you know? Not all of me. As much as I want him to be the man I could have a family with, he’s just the man that pays for sex.”

“But you’ve thought about it,” Emily fills in, tilting her head. “Having a family with him.”

You smiled, humming. “Yeah. Yeah, I have. It just… won’t work out that way.”

She paused, looking over at you. “Are you sure about that?”

You look up where her eyes were trained, a slight smile settling on your lips when you saw Finnick leaning on his Audi r8, sunglasses on and dressed in a dashing gray suit as he stared down at his phone, obviously waiting for you.

“Fucking bastard.”

“Go get him, girly!” She pushed you forward, the sound making Finnick look up, smiling as he stood up straight and threw his phone inside the open window as he started walking toward you.

You could feel your cheeks heat up, inhaling as he met you in the middle, his hands holding your hips as he slowly pulled you into his chest. You smiled, your hands going around his shoulders, humming as he cupped your face and pulled you up for a firm kiss. “How was your day, my love?”

You hummed, smiling up at him as you stroked his cheeks. “It was good.”

“Yeah? Work a bit on your project?” He smiled down at you, raising a brow as you sighed heavily.

“I hate that you’re so smart.”

“I didn’t graduate from an ivy for nothing.”

“Oh yes, just flex your high education on a poor commoner like me.”

“I told you that I could’ve gotten you into any school you wanted me to. It wouldn’t have been hard.”

You hummed, shaking your head. “No, don’t worry,” you whisper, tugging on his suit jacket with a smile. “I like it here. I love it here.”

Finnick smiled, taking your hand and leading you back to his car, opening the door for you. “Well then, here you’ll stay,” he smiled widely at you, leaning down into the car to press a kiss to your lips. “You’re sitting on my phone, you know my password if you want to disconnect it or put on some music.”

You smiled, nodding as you lifted yourself up when he went around the car, easily unlocking his phone and scrolling through his music, smiling as you put on your favorite song. He quickly got in the car, easily taking the car out of park before revving the engine to watch you smile and speeding off.

He reached over the center console, holding your thigh making you set down his phone, a laugh falling from his lips when he saw the game Bubble Witch blaring on his screen. “I still cannot believe you downloaded that game on my phone.”

“I’m on level 105! I leveled up my house and everything,” you said, giggling as he squeezed your thigh. “Hey, you said you wanted to talk about something, right? What was it?”

Finnick’s smile faltered, panic settling at the pit of his stomach as he stopped at a red light. “I-I wanted to talk to you about o-our… relationship.”

You inhaled sharply, nodding. This was bound to happen at some point, right? “Right, okay.”

“I-I just…” he paused, looking over at you. “We should finish talking about this at my house, okay?”

You nodded, slightly dazed as the light turned green and . “Yes, whatever you say.”

He inhaled, shaking his head as he squeezed your thigh again. At the beginning of your relationship, it was like this, firm answers and stiff movements. He hated it, his hand squeezing your thigh as he smiled over at you. “I have a surprise for you when we get to my house, you’re going to love it.”

You looked over at him, confused. “Why would you have a surprise for me if you’re going to end this?”

He swerved at your question, a yelp leaving your mouth as your hand flew to grip his wrist, Finnick gasping as he went back on the road. “Who the fuck said I’m ending this?”

“I-I thought… I thought that that was what you were doing.”

“What?! No!” He yelled, pulling his hand from your thigh to cover his mouth, groaning as he rubbed his jaw. “D-Do you… want to end it?”

“I-I just…” you say, shaking your head. “I don’t… I don’t, but I just… I don’t know what to do after this. What we would do later on.”

“Get married,” he said, swallowing loudly. “Have kids. Three of them.”

“Two,” you say, swallowing as you look over at him, eyes watering. “Two boys.”

“Two boys then,” he said, smiling widely as you pushed your hand into his. “Two boys, my love.”

“Finnick?”

“Yes darling?”

“I love you,” you whispered, gasping as he turned onto a gravel road, a large gate with some sort of booth outside of it. “Holy shit.”

He laughed as he rolled down his window, smiling at the guard as the gates opened, Finnick pulling forward as he squeezed his hand. “Can’t believe it’s taken me so long to bring you here.”

You don’t respond, staring up at his large house, the bricks just fucking beautiful with white pillars and everything that makes a house perfect there. You don’t notice you stopped before you both even got to the driveway, and when you do, Finnick’s already out of the car and opening the door for you.

“Finnick? What’s going on?”

“You’ll see,” he smiled, taking your hand and leading you out, your brow ruffling when you saw a path of your favorite flower leading down part of the lawn. “Just come on.”

Slowly, he pulled you across his property, watching as you slowly picked up gifts that he picked out for you to find. They ranged from jewelry to lingerie to clothes and shoes, but you still couldn’t stop thinking about where he was leading you, but you both soon enough stopped at a white painted gazebo in front of a large lake.

You gasped, Finnick slowly helping you out your stuff down before guiding you to the gazebo, a large bed in the center with another exit that led down to the lake.

“Y/N, you asked what we’re going to do next,” Finnick said, slowly kneeling down in front of you as he took your hands. “We’ve known each other for four years. Our relationship might not’ve been been ideal, but my feelings for you are real. Let’s get married, fuck, let’s get married right now-”

He was forced into silence as you bent down, cupping his face as he groaned against your lips. “Yes. For fucks sake, yes.”

He laughed, nodding as he held your face with one hand, the other pushing into his slacks as you started to tug off his suit jacket. Finnick struggled to stand, cursing as you pushed his hair back, slowly straightening the farther he stood up. He groaned against your lips, slick tongue pushing into your mouth as he grabbed your left hand, a snap making you attempt to pull away before his other hand pulled you closer.

His tongue swirled around yours, distracting you as he slipped another ring onto your finger, a groan falling from your lips as you continued to try and pull away. Sex with Finnick was always like this, hot and dirty and quite literally mind blowing, but this was different. His touch was different, filled with a different kind of passion, his tongue absolutely drilling into the back of your throat as he slowly pushed you back.

You gasped as the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, gasping as he finally pulled away. You take the chance to breathe in deeply, collecting yourself and your jumbled thoughts before you look back onto the bed, laughing. “You want us to have sex here, don’t you?”

“Well I wouldn’t have put a bed if I didn’t.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling as you pulled him in for another kiss, his hands already tugging off the jacket you attempted to take off earlier. His kiss was soft this time, but nothing short of passionate as he pushed you back against the bed, pulling away only to throw his suit jacket to the side. He watched as you quickly took off your shirt, groaning when he saw the white lingerie he got you.

“You still wore it?”

“I was going to send you a video,” you responded, shrugging as he pushed his hand into his pocket and showed you a small remote. “What’s that?”

“Just a remote,” he responds with a lazy grin, kicking off his shoes and socks as he takes off his tie and shirt. “A nice… perfect remote.”

You gasped when the quick movements that started against your cunt shocked you, a loud uncontrollable moan coming from your mouth making you rush up to cover it before he caught your wrist. “Ah ah,” he says, smiling as he pressed a finger to your chin. “No one can hear you here. You can be as loud as you want, my love, and no one will hear you. I don’t want you to hold back any moans with me, ever. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes!” You screamed out, groaning as you threw your head back, whimpering as he pushed his slack covered knee against your pelvis to press the vibrating panties into that perfect spot against your pelvis.

You whined loudly, the vibrations against your cunt as he moved his knee a little lower to press it against your entrance. It makes you groan, tilting your head back as his mouth pressed firm kisses to your neck. “I’m gonna keep this pretty skirt on too… and these heels… gonna love feeling them against my back when your legs are over my shoulders.”

You choked, using your other hand to try and cover your mouth before he caught your other hand. “Don’t start with me, Y/N. Better hear those moans falling from your lips or I’m going to stop.”

You nodded, gasping as he put more weight on his knee but not enough to hurt you, just enough to push the vibrations into the entrance of your cunt. It makes you whine, his mouth pressing against your neck again as his hands hold your thighs to wrap them around his thighs. You gasped, the new angle surprising as his hands moved to your waist.

The vibrations were too much, stomach twisting as your hips buck uncontrollably into his knee, whimpering as his tongue teased your mouth, grazing over the tip of yours before sliding into the back of your mouth. His hands grope at your tits, warm fingers grazing over your skin in the absent areas of the lingerie, the vibrations against his knee making his leg twitch.

That was the perfect movement to make your stomach clench, a loud groan falling from your lips as you bucked your hips into his, desperate to get the vibrations to that perfect spot. Your clit felt numb until he pushed his knee closer to your cunt, a groan falling from your lips as your hands attempted to tug on his grip, one hand easily binding your wrists together as you squirm underneath him.

“Y-You… you’re being mean,” you whined, his knee pulling away slightly with each buck of your hips. “Pl-Please… please, I want to cum, please Finnick.”

He hummed, teasingly pushing his knee rougher into your cunt, watching your face pinch up in delicious pain and your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him there. He watched your mouth fall open, eyes squeezing tight as you groaned loudly, lips quivering as you tried to control your breathing.

“You still stretched out from using that toy last night, darling? Or do you want to keep getting off on my knee?”

“Fuck, you’re such an asshole.”

Oh, but you loved this asshole. Every part of him, and this man who pulled his knee away from your cunt and stood up, slipping off his slacks as you moved to lay on your stomach.

“What are you doing?” Finnick asked, confused as he came behind you, kissing your ankle as he slipped off your heels and his hands go to your waist to pull of your skirt.

“Fuck me from behind,” you respond, smiling as you laid on the bed. “I’ve had a rough day, you can give me a back massage while you’re at it.”

He laughed, slowly straddling your waist after lifting the blankets over the two of you. It made you slightly hot, but it was comforting before his fingers slid down your slit, his tongue teasing your cunt as he slowly slipped a finger into you after moving your lingerie to the side.

You choked, your hands squeezing the blankets between your fingers as you groaned into the mattress. He hummed against your cunt, kissing along your thighs. “Don’t hold back before I leave you here with these vibrating panties on its highest setting. That was its lowest, do you really want it on the highest, my darling girl?”

You shake your head into the mattress, whimpering. “N-No! No, I need your cock, please Finnick, I’m ready from last night!”

“Are you, darling?” He knew you were from the cum slowly dripping down your folds, a smile on his face at how easy his fingers were sliding in and out of you, even with your cunt clenching down on his digits. “I don’t know if you are…”

“St-Stop! Stop, don’t do this to me, Finnick, please! I-I can’t, I can’t…” You begged, your mind blurred and body hot as you rolled your hips against the mattress, desperately searching for some sort of stimulation before his teeth sank into your thigh.

“Don’t test me, darling. Be good.”

“Please, please Finnick!”

He slowly pulled his finger out, licking it clean of whatever arousal you covered it with before leaning back to kneel on his knees. He fixed himself, pulling the blankets down to his waist as his rough hands rubbed down your back. You groaned loudly as he pulled one hand away to hold his cock, slowly pushing into you with a groan, head tilting back as he pushed into that tight ring of nerves, uncontrollably slamming his hips into you.

He threw his head back, letting out a loud guttural groan as his hands rubbed your shoulders, leaning down to press his lips to your shoulder. One of his hands rubbed the tightness of your shoulder blade, the other holding your chin to make you look back at him as he pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he whispers, jaw clenching as he groans against your mouth. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I know,” you whispered back, giggling as you kissed his lips again. “I love you too.”

He pulled his hand away from your jaw, pushing it under your body to cup your cunt, his thumb flicking against your now sensitive, swollen clit to make another shock go up your spine, watching as your eyes rolled back. He laughed as your hips buck into his hand, his tongue flicking against your neck as his thrusts get sloppy, groans falling from his mouth. “F-Fuck, fucking hell darling.”

“I’m close, I’m close! Don’t stop!” You groaned, gasping as he squeezed your clit just enough to push you over the edge, cumming all over his cock as you pressed your face into the mattress.

“Ah ah,” he tutted his lips, laughing slightly. “That wasn’t a good decision, darling. I told you not to hold back your moans, Y/N.”

“I-I’m sorry-”

“No,” he pulled out of you, leaning down to press a kiss to your ear. “Gonna make sure you learn that you can’t hide your moans from me.”

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[axelsagewrites]

Daemon Targaryen*Key

Sugar Baby Series Part 4 non-smut edition (4.5 is the smut and goes before this part but can be skipped without affecting the plot)

Part one - Part two - Part Three - Part 4.5

Pairings: Daemon x f!reader

Summary: Daemon and the reader finally decide to add a new level to their relationship

Warnings: sad Aemond

Word count: 2816

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you woke up the next day in his king size bed. when you sat up in the silk sheets you looked around the room for the missing Targaryen, clutching the sheets to your chest to cover your naked frame. daemon walked in the room, fixing the cufflinks of his shirt. when he looked up and noticed your gaze he smiled, walking over to the bed to sit on the edge of it, “Morning doll,” he said, kissing your lips softly.

“Morning,” you said, your voice hoarse from last night. the night before had kept you up late into the night. dinner had truly been a success. “Why are you awake?” you yawned when you saw the clock reading seven am.

“Some of us have jobs love,” he chuckled as he finished putting on the cufflinks, “As much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day,” he said, brushing the stray hair out of your face, his hand resting on your cheek, “I’ve got meetings all day today that I can’t miss,”

“Just quit then,” you joked, leaning into his touch.

Daemon chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, “How would I spoil you then? it’s alright love I won’t be gone forever,” his phone buzzing snaped you both from the moments, “That’s the driver, I need to go doll,” daemon said as he placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up. “Feel free to stay or there’s a spare key in the lock box by the front door. codes 2291 then just keep the spare for yourself,” he said as he shrugged on his suit jacket.

you looked at him curiously, your eyes following his movements, “You’re giving me a key to your place?” you asked.

daemon only glanced as he gathered up his things, “Well it’s not like you would have to rob me love, I’d give you whatever you wanted anyway,” he said before quickly crossing he room, giving you one last kiss, “I’ve really gotta go now love, just lock up behind you, be safe,” he said and then he was gone.

After getting dressed in one of his few casual t shirts and boxers you decided to explore more of the house. you weren’t sure why rich people had multiple living rooms, but daemon had three. that plus his study, dining room, three bedrooms, and four bathrooms made you wonder if this was considered a mansion. not to mention everything could be controlled with an app he had installed on your phone last night.

there was a door to what you assumed was the garage, but it had a code on it, and you were not about to accidentally trip a security system to be nosey. after hanging around the house for a while, even making lunch in his fancy kitchen, you decided to get dressed and do the walk of shame back to your house. however, when you were leaving you noticed an envelope sitting on the table by the front door addressed to you.

Get home safe and please darling, call a car you don’t need a bus – D.T.

you laughed that even after last night he still left his initials. inside the envelope was also the number for a car company as well as a few crisp hundred-dollar bills. when you called the number from his landline the operator who picked up already knew the house by name, yes name this house was apparently above a number and was named Dragonstone. you almost couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

when the car came the driver seemed sceptical of the address you told him but took you none the less. “You sure you’re gonna be alright here miss?” he asked as he pulled up in front of the street. you laughed lightly at the man, reaching over to pass him a hundred, “Its paid for miss,” he tried to tell you.

“Keep it as a tip, I won’t tell,” you joked as you reached to open the car door, “And I actually live here,” you said as you got out the car, ignoring his shocked look.

when you got into your flat you were met with a wolf whistle from Jace and a loud ‘ooo’ from Sara. “Walk of shame, walk of shame,” Sara chanted as you walked over to the couch, flopping down on the couch that now felt like concrete compared to daemons, “I’m so proud,” she said, reaching over to pinch your cheek.

“Shut up,” you laughed, swatting her hand away, “and dude guess what?”

“What?”

“He gave me a key. to his house,” you said, holding the shiny silver key proudly in the air. sara tried to reach for it but you quickly pulled back, “Hey you’ve already got your own Targaryen,” you said as you slipped it back into your purse.

“Velaryon,” Jace tried to correct but the poor boy went unanswered as Sara started asking her usual 50 questions. it ranged from what his house was like to if you could throw a house party there to sneaking her in. In true sara form once she had asked every possible question, she then started to tell you about everything you had missed from the restaurant.

Aemond had started crying in the walk in from his mother’s reaction and refused to leave it till she went home. Rhaenys actually had to come in to tell Alicent and her father to get out because of the whole drama. apparently, she had whispered something to her which instantly made her back off but sara sadly didn’t hear. Aegon managed to convince his little brother to come home with him and no one’s heard from Aemond since.

“I actually feel a bit bad for him,” you said, wondering if you had made a mistake.

“Dude needs to stand up to his mom,” Jace said as he told stories about his cousin, “Like he’s a good dude but he has some number of issues,”

“Didn’t your brother stab him in the eye?” Sara asked.

when you both turned to look at Jace he held his hands in the air in mock defence, “Hey that’s a long story that legally im not allowed to talk about but if hypothetically it may be partially true then hypothetically Luke was six and may have hypothetically been running with scissors and fell but legally I know nothing,”

You both stared at Jace in shock, “Dude your family is a mess,” you said, breaking the silence.

“You’re fucking my uncle you cannot judge,” Jace said and even you had to give him that one, “Just you wait till the gala. shits gonna go down,”

“Oh, yay can I come?” Sara asked, jumping to cling to Jaces arm.

sometimes you wondered how she survived this long. however a realisation dawned over you that every person you have issues with is somehow related to your sugar daddy/boyfriend/you have no clue what he even is really. “I’m gonna die,” you mumbled, head falling into your hands.

“You’ll be fine,” Jace tried to assure you, but it was little comfort, “Just stick with the normal side of the family,”

“THERE IS NO NORMAL SIDE OF YOUR FAMILY,” You yelled at the delusional boy, “Your grandfather married your mum’s childhood friend, your mum married her gay second cousin, your uncles a pervert, your other uncles got more issues that Sara- “

“Hey!”

“Your aunts sweet but I went to school with her, and she put a cockroach on me one time in third grade- “

“It was her friend- “

“Your other uncle is my sugar daddy, and your brother STABBED your uncle Jace,” you said, throwing your hands up in the air, “Someone’s gonna stab me in the eye I can feel it,”

“One time!” Jace protested, “One time a kid accidentally may have stabbed another kid. but that was it. well, I mean one-time; Alicent did do- “he started to say, his eyes trailing off before he suddenly looked back at you, “You’ll be fine,” he tried to say but you had never felt less sure of something before, “We hire security now its fine,”

Jace tried to assure you, but you decided the best move was to pretend it didn’t exist and start on your next problem, getting a job. You were sat on the sofa drinking beer and apply for 100 different jobs when Sara got back from work after what sounded like a particularly rough night. “Why do you even need a job? you have a daemon,” she said, sighing as she finally sat down after pacing the kitchen while she ranted bout her shift.

“Because all it would take is one bad night and bam, im fired,” you said as you drank a beer that unlike before cost more than 3 bucks.

sara rolled her eyes before downing half her own drink. “Daemon wouldn’t do that to you,” she said.

“Okay but what if?” you said shaking your head at her, “Besides I’d get bored doing nothing,”

“Oh no sitting around richy boy’s mansion is so hard,” Sara faked cried as she grabbed the laptop out of your hands to see what jobs you’d applied for, “Omg what’s the point in quitting to go work in the Highgarden’s instead? hospitality sucks get out of its girl,”

“kinda hard without a degree,” you said snatching it back, “Why is life so hard?” you whined, closing the laptop daemon had bought you and tossing it aside.

your job searched continued over the next few days with little success. it was a week later you found yourself staying over at daemons again, curled up against his bare chest in bed. “You good doll?” Daemon asked, snapping you back to reality.

“Yeah,” you said as you absentmindedly drew shapes onto his chest, “Just thinking,”

“What about?” Daemon asked as he held his hand over yours to stop your doodling. you rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him as he gazed back at you. “You seem stressed,”

you sighed, sitting up slightly as you spoke, “Just been trying to find a better job but anything I like wants a degree or four years’ experience or something else dumb and I just really don’t wanna go back to being a waitress,” you said.

Daemon sat up and pulled your legs to sit across his lap, his hand moving to stroke your cheek, “You know you don’t have to go back to work doll. you could just stay with me,” he said, kissing your cheek, his nose nuzzling your skin.

“I appreciate that baby but I still wanna be my own person. it’s one thing you buying me clothes and giving me money and stuff but I don’t wanna sit around waiting on you getting back home all the time,” you sighed, moving your head to rest on his shoulders.

Daemon let his head rest on top of yours, his hand rubbing soft circles onto your thigh. “Well, we can get you a job love. just tell me what you wanna do?” he said softly before joking, “I could always do with a sexy secretary,”

you laughed, shoving at his chest before giving him a quick kiss, “As…appealing as that is I don’t think that’s the best idea,”

“Okay fine fine,” Daemon chuckled before silence fell over you both. after a few moments of thinking Daemon perked up again, “You have that TikTok don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, I have the TikTok,” you laughed at him. he may be cute and look young but sometimes he acted like such an old man.

daemon rolled his eyes at you before continuing, “Well you could work on our social media team? they had a meeting the other day about expanding our presence, whatever that means,” Daemon said, shaking his head.

the idea seemed good, but you were a bit sceptical, “Wouldn’t that make me like a nepo baby?”

“You’re already a sugar baby,” Daemon joked but you just slapped his chest in protest, “Hey! why do you deserve this any less than the next guy? or girl I suppose but still,” he said, taking your hands into his, holding them softly, stroking his thumb over your hand. “Besides we’re a bunch of oldies, we barely know how it works,”

you laughed at his words and took a moment to consider the idea, “Wouldn’t me working for you be weird?”

“Technically you’d be in PR so that’s Coryls’s area. im in finances,”

“what is it you even do?” you asked, tilting your head up to look at him. daemon just patted your head telling you not to worry about it and you took the hint to drop it. after a little bit more convincing you agreed to set up an interview with Coryls’s who a pretty chill guy was actually. it was a part time position currently but with what they were offering it was still more than the restaurant had paid. you did notice a picture of his wife on his desk, aka your ex-boss but you kept your fingers crossed that he wouldn’t put two and two together.

the job had actually been going pretty well and you spent more time at Daemons than you did at your own house. everything was going perfect for once in your life. you decided to get drinks one night with Sara, Jace, and Cregan to celebrate your newfound success, daemon was wrapped up in meetings that night, so headed to your favourite bar, The Wall.

however, when you went up to get another round you saw a familiar face siting at the bar. “Aemond?” you asked causing the blonde to spin round. his eyes were heavy and the whiskey in his hand was clearly not the first. “Hey,” you said awkwardly, fidgeting with your hands in the awkward silence.

“Hi,” he said finally, his eyes glancing for an escape but not finding one, “Um how you been?”

“I’ve been fine- “you started to say before stopping, “Dude I’m sorry about- “

“Don’t be,” Aemond cut you off with a slight but depressing laugh, “I was a massive asshole. I don’t know how you put up with me,”

“Its alright man, stuff happens,” you said, moving to sit beside him, “But are you okay?”

Aemond took a second before nodding, “I think so. I don’t know things have just been weird recently. I’ve took off from work for now, but I don’t think I’ll be going back. probably just gonna focus on school,”

“That’s fair,” you said, another awkward silence falling over you both.

Aemond finished his drink before turning to face you, “I miss when we were friends,” he said, his eyes glazed over, “I just got so focused on the wrong things and I just miss it,”

“I miss it too,” you said honestly, “It’s been weird without our resident emo,” you said and for the first time in months Aemond laughed. “I’m here with Sara and the gang if you wanna come sit?”

Aemond paused for a moment, “I don’t think they’ll wanna see me,”

“You never know till you try,” you said, resting a hand on his shoulder, “We’ve all done shit things Aemond. come have a drink with us,” you said as you got off your stool and flagged down the bar tender. you gave him your order, telling him to add one of whatever Aemond’s having. when he loaded up the tray for you, you turned to Aemond who’d been sat quietly pondering your invitation, “Coming?” you asked.

without a word Aemond stood from his chair and followed you to the table. “What took so long?” Sara piped up as soon as she saw you then her eyes went wide, “Oh Aemond hi,” she said quietly.

Aemond’s gaze dropped to the floor, “I think im just gonna go,”

“Sit,” Jace said suddenly, standing up from his chair. Aemond looked up, eyes wide, “We’ve always got room for you Aem,” Jace said as he pulled out a chair for his uncle to sit down.

Aemond nodded silently, taking his seat and drink, “So,” Aemond said trying to break the awkward silence, “What’s been happening?”

Sara sniggered and you had to elbow her side. Aemond shot a confused look, even more so when Jace put a hand on Aemond’s shoulder, “You know Uncle Daemon?” Jace asked and Aemond nodded. your face dropped into your hands, your skin burning red as Jace spoke, “Well uh she’s his-what do you call it?” Jace asked.

they must be a delicate way to explain this, you thought. a way to make it sound less immoral or embarrassing or creepy. Jace was a good guy, he’d find a classy way to say it. unfortunately for you Cregan was four tequilas deep on an empty stomach and northern, “She’s fucking your uncle for money bro,”

Part Five - Finale Part

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[nymphiria]

OPULENCE — GENSHIN IMPACT

♱ feat: DILUC, CHILDE & ZHONGLI

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♱ DILUC finds pleasure in pampering his sweet, little wife. for you, this spoiling comes in the form of silk linens, glimmering jewelry, and the finest delicacies mondstadt has to offer. you never have to lift a finger while you have an army of maids that diluc has employed at your disposal. as long as you remain under the roof of dawn winery, all that you ask for will be given to you — within reason of course. you’ll want for nothing while you’re in his company.

it’s no secret amongst the staff that master diluc is absolutely whipped for you. it’s quite the norm to see the young master overloaded with gift boxes containing luxuries from all corners of teyvat. watatsumi pearls to craft your new necklace, floral fragrances made by the finest perfumers in fontaine — a hefty sum of mora for it all yet diluc never hesitates to hand it over. your pampered lifestyle is truly a dream that attracts the envy of women everywhere. diluc ragnvindr’s personal doll — your unofficial title.

well, they’re not completely wrong.

it’s true that your husband never hesitates to spoil you rotten, but that doesn’t mean he gets nothing in return. truth be told, your job is just as important as his is. when diluc’s tired body drags itself through the front doors of your home, it’s your responsibility to help him wind down for the night. a full day of entertaining guests, helping out at angel’s share and other miscellaneous activities leave him barely able to undress himself without almost falling asleep. it hurts your heart to see him so utterly exhausted, so you help him out in the most effective way.

the moment that diluc is nestled deep within your cunt is when all of his stress just melts away. he swears that nothing brings him more solace than the feel of your honeyed walls gently massaging his throbbing cock. the snug heat of your pussy makes his head fuzzy, makes him forget the chaos of his work day and the fatigue resting in his bones. scarred arms loop around your waist to pull you down to where your chests are touching, his nose burying into your neck to bask in its warmth. it’s typical for you both to stay like that for a few hours until one of you falls asleep in the other’s arms. it’s his one request of you and, archons, do you do it well.

“f-fuck, that’s it. i just need to feel you right now, my love. can you do that for me?”

♱ CHILDE finds himself amused with how little you pay attention to things that should be important. the building could be engulfed in flames, but if he held a pretty new purse in front of your face, you would be none the wiser. “the lights are on but nobody’s home” he snickers at you, enjoying the airheaded look you always adorn. you’re more of a source of entertainment than a prospect for romance to him — an object of pleasure at his beck and call so long as mora is in your hands by the end of the night.

luckily for childe, a harbinger’s salary is far beyond the earnings of any noble in teyvat. he could buy you half of a nation and still have a decent amount left in his account at northland bank. that doesn’t mean he lets you run wild with his money, however. whatever you spend has to be repaid to him — every mora accounted for. why would he spoil you so much if he wasn’t getting anything back? now that’s not fair, is it?

to repay him for his kindness, you sweetly offer him your body in different ways. oh, he brought you your favorite dessert? he gets a peck on the lips. a new dress? you’ll happily wrap your lips around his weeping cock and swallow his cum. did he buy you something that put a noticeable dent in the millions of mora he possesses? be prepared to take an entire night of bruised hips and bite marks. it’s often that he purchases expensive gifts just so he can have unrestricted access to your bare skin.

once you accept his benevolence, he doesn’t care to hold back his brutality. childe takes it upon himself to mark you head to toe in teeth indents and hand prints — obvious signs that you’re already an owned whore. you’ll spend hour after hour holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he thrusts into your fucked-out cunt like a feral animal. and don’t you dare ask him to take a break; you’ll only receive a harsher treatment. however long it takes doesn’t matter as long as his balls are completely drained of cum at the end.

just as he gives, he takes. every gift he gives you comes with a price. if you’re willing to pay it, it’s all yours to enjoy and flaunt around. just don’t be surprised when the debt collector comes knocking at your door to retrieve his payment.

“are you sure you want it? you could barely walk after i stretched your little pussy out last time, sweetheart.”

♱ZHONGLI expects pure devotion from all that worship him and you are no different — the mora is a just a perk of your position. as long as you carry out the honor he has given you to perform, vast amounts of mora are yours to keep. maintaining the shrine, praying on time everyday, and assisting visitors are normal duties of rex lapis’s devotees that you are no stranger to. upkeep of the temple and pious devotion are two things that are mandatory of all its residents.

you, however, have been tasked with something much more salient than the assignments of your fellow worshippers.

as it is the duty of a god to look after his followers, it is the charge of the follower to tend to their deity. after all, how can he willingly give blessings when he himself is unsatisfied? that’s where you come in. after the deliberation of your temple’s priests, it was made known that you were to be offered to rex lapis as what they called relief. what that meant? you didn’t know. perhaps you were to be given more tasks on top of your daily chores to help lighten the load on your deity.

the night of the full moon is when he first requested your presence in the heart of the temple. it should’ve dawned on you what he needed when he beckoned you over to sit on his lap; for some reason, your mind didn’t register it until he was gently tugging apart the fabrics of your dress. delicate, clawed hands made quick work of your coverings to leave you bare in his hold. through his robes, you could feel a prominent bulge that was frighteningly larger than that of a normal human male — not odd considering rex lapis was a draconic being.

“you’re perfect” he purred seductively in your ear. “the most exquisite vessel for my offspring.”

night after night of being in his company showed you how truly deprived of intimacy he was. morax was so always quick to push you down into the bed of soft pillows and a multitude of blankets to feast between your legs. the long, reptilian tongue he possessed reached farther than your fingers ever could on nights where you were desperate for relief. he’ll eat you out for hours on end until your juices are dripping down his face. one, two, three orgasms and it still won’t be enough for him. he wants you limp in his arms before he even thinks about putting both of his cocks inside of you.

no matter how many times you beg him to let you return the favor, he declines — he eats you out for his pleasure after all. it isn’t often that he allows himself to sink into depravity, so let him lose his composure in between your thighs. once he’s had his fill, he’ll send you on your way with a belly full of seed and a large satchel of mora in your hand. it’s your duty to fulfill his needs, yes, but morax thinks it won’t hurt to give you a little gift each time he bids you goodbye — it’ll keep you from running off, at least. as long as you continue offering your body to him, he’ll make sure you live comfortably. and once he puts his eggs inside of you, you’ll live lavishly with unimaginable wealth and status.

“you’re doing so well for me, human. so obedient, offering yourself to the one you worship. i assure you that you will be rewarded once i’ve had my fill.”

[gretavanlace]

Baby Doll

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, language, alcohol consumption, dirty talk, praise, choking, degradation, use of derogatory terms, masturbation, penetration with a foreign object, etc...idk, this one won’t be for everyone

* Sending a little wink to these lovely anons who planted this filthy seed *wink* *wink* ❤️💋

“Please?” you beg, lending a sultry edge to your tone as your fists wrap around his jacket so tightly the sequins dig into your palms. “We can be quick. You look so good…this fucking jacket is just…” you trail off, at a lost for words. He is such a stunning specimen, dripping sex and confidence.

“No, baby doll…” he shakes his head and gently unfurls your grip on him. “Last gig I was so late they had to unload everything without us, remember? Josh is still bitching,”

“Josh is always bitching.” you counter, pressing your body flush against his.

His fingertips drag up the outside of your thigh, but stop just short of dipping under your tiny robe. “Is my poor little girl feeling neglected?”

You nod and throw him your best ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“The same little girl that I had bent over the kitchen counter stretched pretty and pink around my dick less than an hour ago?” His hand inches higher, teasing tender pinches into your flesh…voice placid and relaxed, as if he’s floating in a hammock, basking in the afternoon sun.

Again, you merely nod as your hands find his jacket once more. He looks so mouth-watering in the cropped, glittering shrug found in a thrift shop, undoubtedly donated after the death of an eccentric great aunt. How?

“Greedy...” he breathes, the word falling warm against your neck. “and spoiled. Fucking greedy and spoiled.”

“Yes…” it’s barely a word, hardley a response at all…more of a broken wisp of a moan.

“Well,” his lips are now pressed just below your ear as he sings a soft melody to you. “You can’t always get what you want.”

“Jacob.” you huff in mild annoyance. He’s toying with you and you have little patience for it. “The Beatles are better than the Stones anyway. Shows what you know.”

With a crack on your ass, he points you in the direction of the en suite, a silent order to go get ready. “I won’t listen to such blatant musical blasphemy. I want a divorce.”

“We aren’t even married.” you call over your shoulder with a subtle sway of your hips that you hope might lure him in.

“Okay, I want to marry you, just so I can divorce you.” he’s wandering out of the room, having won this round. “And the shower massager stays in its cradle while you’re in there, baby. We don’t have time for your antics.”

~

“Well look who decided to grace us with a timely arrival for once.” Josh nudges Danny with his elbow, arms struggling around a box overflowing with tangled wires.

Jake skirts around him and hauls out a mic stand. “Shut up, Josh. It was one time, alright? Let it go.”

Sammy appears out of nowhere, as he so often does, looking like he just stretched his way out of a cat nap, slender fingers wrapped around a sweating White Claw. “Yeah, but you didn’t even help!” he jumps in straight away, siding with Josh. “We had to drag everything in – that place had stairs, by the way, and…”

“Samuel,” Danny interjects, dropping a kiss hello upon your cheek before turning to his friend. “You did fuck all besides stand around and complain about the heat.”

“Lies!” Sam shakes his head vehemently and waves off the accusation. “I also got that girl's number.”

“Ah, yes…” Josh nods. “That was very helpful to the rest of us. Thank you, little brother.”

“Welcome.” Sammy shrugs, gracefully dragging the case that bolsters his bass out of the back of the van, before vanishing through the bar’s backdoor.

“Here, let me help.” you reach forward, searching for a box or case in need of carrying, determined to make yourself useful, but Jake puts a quick stop to it.

“My girl isn’t a roadie.” he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in for a chaste kiss.

“You’re right.” you agree, leaning in to kiss him back. “You guys don’t have those.”

“Someday.” he smiles. “You know what we do have though? Perks.”

“Oooh,” you sigh as if the very idea has caused a swoon. “Perks?”

“That’s right, baby. One free drink for each member of the band…and I’m gonna let you have mine.”

A feigned shiver of delight quickly turns very real when he nuzzles your neck. “A free drink?”

“That’s right.” his teeth nip into your earlobe, then he whispers in your ear, like pillow talk, “Bottom shelf only.”

He punctuates himself by wiggling his fingers into your hips, laughing when you giggle and shove him off.

Moving to grab you back in, he’s foiled by the brash sound of his twin brother’s voice barking out at him. “Get a goddamn room. Preferably after you help carry this shit in!”

You watch him tug a large black case effortlessly into his grip with one hand, while pushing Josh’s shoulder to knock him off balance with the other, and then head into the bar to round up that free drink.

~

Now you’re pissed.

Through the first half of the set, you chalked it up to the state you’ve been in all day. You wanted him. Needed him. So of course, everything he did…every minute detail, caught and held your attention. You’re aching for him, so he couldn’t be held responsible for the state he had you in, right?

Wrong. Because as he struts closer to the edge of the tiny stage, and thrusts his hips forward into his guitar, cocking his head to the side as his fingers fly across the frets so rapidly they blur…you know. When his beautiful brown eyes flutter and then flash to yours with a wolfish grin, you long to duck and cover. Whatever he’s cooking up in that devious mind of his won’t be helpful to your current situation.

His eyes never leave yours, and his fingers remain toying with the neck of his Gibson, coaxing pulsing whines and screams out of his amp, as he reaches for the Guiness he’s almost killed. He brings it to his lips, drains the dredges, and then…like the sadistic son of a bitch you know him to be…he drags the bottle slowly down his strings, creating a mournful cry.

Your thighs slam together as a silent moan sounds off inside your head.

Fuck this guy. You think. Haughty, and annoyed, and just so damn hungry for him. Fuck. This. Guy.

The smirk that he tries to hide breaks through and you want to smack him square in his pretty face. You want to fuck yourself on his pretty cock. You want to smack his pretty face while you fuck his pretty cock.

You catch him staring down at your clenched thighs, looking highly pleased with himself. He enjoys the game far too much, but you like to play too. So, in the spirit of sportsmanship, you part those thighs of yours that he’s so smugly inspecting. Just enough that if someone looked closely, they might catch a flash of your panties up your skirt.

Narrowing his stare, his expression burns hot as his jaw flexes firmly to ensure his demand is heeded. Close your fucking legs.

Well, look who can’t take the heat but won’t get his ass out of the kitchen.

Not to be rushed by a man who is clearly attempting to take you apart in the middle of a dive bar, you slowly cross your legs but still manage to show far too much thigh. Oops.

~

“You know, they say that’s a sign of sexual frustration?” Sammy points down to where you’re picking away at the label of your beer.

The set is long over, and the five of you are now scattered around a pool table as Josh and Jake battle it out, albeit poorly, with sticks in their hands.

You’ve never heard that before. Not surprising, though…Sam is a veritable forest of mostly useless information.

The inventor of Pringles is actually buried in a Pringles can. Rainbows were once called bows of promise. People used to answer the phone “Ahoy” instead of “Hello”.

These facts of his almost always sound made up, but they always check out, and you’ve long since stopped googling to double check him.

“Really?”

“Really.” he confirms grimly before turning his attention to his brother. “Is someone not doing his job, Jacob?”

“I do my job just fine.” Jake’s patience is very obviously wearing thin as he misses the shot he’s been lining up.

“That true, shortcake?” Sammy prods, offering you a conspiratorial wink that Jake can’t see. Let’s stir him up a little, shall we? It seems to say. He also knows his innocent pet name for you, chosen because you’re shorter than even the twins by at least a head, makes you blush.

“Usually.” you sigh, holding Jake’s stare when it catches yours.

“Usually.” Josh laughs infectiously, dragging you right along with him until Jake’s face sets into concrete irritation that seems like it may never dissipate.

Your laughter dies down as he shoves his pool stick into the rack on the wall and stalks toward you. “Your shot.” he points out to his twin, clipped and venomous, eyes still fixed on yours.

His mouth, warm and soft, finds your cheek and then sweeps up languidly. To anyone else, it would look like a sweet, intimate moment between two lovers in the darkness of a hole in the wall pub. In reality…

“Watch yourself, babydoll.” he warns, low and slow against the shell of your ear.

“You watch yourself.” you snap back quietly. “Fuck you and your beer bottle slide. I know what you were doing, whore.”

His head jerks back so his stunned eyes can assess yours. “Did you just…did you really just call me a whore?”

Your spine straightens defiantly with a terse nod. “Yes, I did. Because that’s what you are. Up there on stage trying to make me wet for you. Probably not even just me, probably trying to make everyone in here desperate for this.” Your hand cups his cock through his skin tight jeans, your actions hidden by his body and the corner you happen to be seated in.

“You want that?” he rasps, pressing into your palm.

“I always do.” your continued touch is a challenge, a game of chicken, who will be the first to veer off the road? “Are you gonna give it to me? Or does someone else get it tonight?”

He grabs your chin and guides your line of sight around the sad little bar, filled with no more than a handful of equally sad men staring down into their beers as if reading tea leaves. “See this crowd?” he jerks your face around with mindful authority until you nod.

“This bar could be bursting at the seams with gorgeous, fuckable, women, and you’re still the only one I’d see.” he dips his thumb into your mouth and allows you to suck it, like his favorite little baby, for just a moment before pulling away with a wet pop.

You lean forward slightly, searching…he takes great satisfaction in this. “Look at you, baby doll. Is that sweet mouth lonely?”

A hum through a bite of your bottom lip is your only reply, but he seems to like that just fine. “Maybe I’ll see if I can find you a lollipop.”

“Jakey…” you beg him with your eyes.

“Calm your pretty self down, yeah?” he grins, backing away. “We’ve got all night.”

You hate him. You love him. You love to hate him. In these moments, fuck how you love to hate him.

~

You’ve spent the remainder of the night digging yourself into a hole, nice and deep.

Smarting off to him, flirting with his brothers, spurning his touch one moment…seeking it out the next. You’ve perched yourself on his lap, moving far more often than necessary, swatting him away when he attempts to hold you still, swatting him away some more when he attempts to make you rock against him.

His cock is throbbing beneath you when the others drift off to put a pinball challenge Danny has set forth into play.

“You feel nice, baby.” you purr, spinning the stir straw in your vodka tonic, which is now mostly ice. “So hard and warm…will you take me into the bathroom and let me feel it, hard and warm, inside?”

You’re staring down at the table, facing away from him, so you aren’t privy to his expression, but you hear the sharp intake of his breath. Then you almost feel the split second decision ripple through him. He isn’t ready to give you your way. Not yet.

“No…” his palms splay out over your thighs. “And shouldn’t you be ashamed of yourself? This bar is filthy, and here you are asking me to take you into the bathroom. Fucking dirty.”

His mouth moves over the dip of your shoulder as he admonishes you. When you move to rise off of his lap, he pulls you back down firmly…a reminder of who is in charge. “You will sit here like a lady and wait patiently until I decide to take you home and ruin you with this cock you want so badly. Plan to wreck that snug little cunt, doll. Gonna fuck it wide open. When I’m good and ready.”

Fuck…

As much as you want to give in and obey him like a servant groveling at the feet of her king, there is a flame of defiance within you that he’s never been able to truly extinguish. Perhaps because he knows you would like it to remain lit. Perhaps because he would like it to remain lit.

Either way, that tiny blue blaze flickers strong in your belly, and you allow it to guide your disobedience.

“No, I will not sit like a lady and wait.” you bite back, sounding much stronger than you actually feel. You move to stand but his hands delve into your hips, dull nails digging into your flesh through your clothes.

“Red.” you speak the word with a delicate hint of sovereignty you don’t actually feel…but you’ll act the part anyway.

His hands rip away so quickly you might as well be on fire. “Sorry…” he murmurs, taking on that strangely formal, yet attractive, tone that only lends itself to his cadence during interviews. Usually. “Sorry, baby doll…fuck, m’sorry.” his mouth is now moving along your neck as his hands grip the table in front of you. He’s being mindful that you can see them.

“Don’t be.” you assure him lovingly. “Just remember your place.”

You watch his knuckles turn white as he clutches at the wood in a quiet frenzy. “Remember my place?” His voice is rumbling thunder, threatening a storm.

You rise off of his lap, immediately mourning the warmth and sturdiness of his body, and turn to kiss his cheek. “I’m going to the bathroom,” you murmur huskily into his ear. “To get off all by myself because you think it’s cute to tease.”

Without waiting for a response, you saunter off with the heat of his gaze lighting your path.

You expect him to follow, to be pressed up against you before you’ve even made it through the door…but you’re able to close and lock it all by your lonesome. You don’t really plan to do anything, you don’t want to take matters into your own hands, you want his hands.

All over you. Grabbing at you, drifting across your flesh, prying your legs apart, slipping inside, filling you, coaxing you closer and closer to that sweet, sweet end. You want to feel the kiss of his rings against you, his hand wrapped around your neck while the other fucks into you until you’ve soaked him, until you’re rolling down his wrist and shivering each time he tucks into that blissful spot inside.

Leaning against the wall, you survey the dingy, cramped little room that smells of cheap air freshener and stale liquor. It’s poorly lit, but, with an annoyed sigh, you lean forward and inspect your makeup in the blurry, smudged mirror. You expected him to come after you, you really did…and the rejection would sting if you didn’t understand that he is every bit as stubborn as you are.

You’re straightening your skirt, preparing to head back out, when a swift knock sounds against the door.

“Just a second.” you call out, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

Jake’s voice, stern and commanding, responds “Unlock this fucking door.”

You swing it open with a satisfied smirk. He’s hunted you after all. “Hey, Jakey…can I help you?”

In a blink, he has pushed his way into the room and slammed the door shut behind him. Sealing you both into a grimy tomb that is filled with the muffled thumps of a jukebox and sexual tension.

“What makes you think you can misbehave this way?” he asks, walking you backward until you meet the sink. “What could have ever given you the impression that I’d take your bullshit with a smile on my face? Hmm?”

Stunned into silence by his tone, you watch as he swigs at his bottle of beer, downing the last of it before swiping the back of his hand across his plush, pink mouth.

“Asked you a question, baby doll.” He raises your face to meet his own with the neck of his lager hooked beneath your chin. “Answer it.”

“I’m sorry, Jakey.” you pant, airy and full of want. When he gets this way, it’s infatuating. “I didn’t mean to misbehave. I only wanted you to fuck me.” Your hand grazes the fly of his jeans with a soft moan. “Just missed your pretty cock. That’s all.”

His finger finds your lips in a silent ‘shh’ “You most certainly did mean to misbehave, troublemaker. Spreading your legs in a bar full of old men who probably haven’t seen a cunt as tight and pink as yours in years. Sitting on my lap, making me hard…” he switches to a high pitched voice that mocks you. “Red.” Now his fingers are wrapped around your throat. “Don’t you ever fucking safeword again unless you mean it. Am I clear?”

You swallow hard against his grasp and nod slowly. “Yes.”

He nods back, just as slowly. “Nice to see you’re listening again. I’d call you a good girl, but we both know that isn’t true tonight, don’t we? So what’s that make you, baby doll? Tell me.”

Eyes burning into his, you answer without hesitation. “That makes me a bad girl. I’m a bad girl, and I’m sorry for it.”

“Yes you are…” his knee knocks your thighs apart. “And do bad girls get what they want?”

“No.” you sigh, tense under his stare…he is radiating lust– hot, fierce desire.

He tilts his head as if he doesn’t already know “And what is it that you want?”

“Your cock.” your tongue slips out, searching for his mouth. You can’t reach, but he takes pity on you and pulls you into a deep, aching kiss before wrenching you back.

“So what won’t you be getting?” He leads, condescendingly.

“Your cock.” you repeat, sounding despondent. Your pulse is pounding in your clit, panties soaked and clinging to you, hips rocking into nothing, seeking friction that isn’t there.

“Well look at that. She may be a troublemaker, but she isn’t stupid.” his fingers drag up your thigh until he meets the dripping silk hiding your cunt away.

When your hips jerk from the counter and into his touch, he pulls back. “Eager, aren’t we, doll? And for what? Already told you that you won’t be getting any cock. So why are you so excited?”

“Please…” you’re whining and grabbing at him without shame.

“Please, what?” he’s taunting you, torturing you, dragging this out.

“Fuck me.” your fingers are latched around his necklaces. “Please…I just…fuck…”

He pets at your hair sweetly. “You just what?”

A tiny sob escapes you…he’s just all around you. Consuming you. The way he sounds, and smells…the way he makes you feel. The way he makes you want. “I need to feel full. Please, Jakey. I’m your baby doll, aren’t I? Don’t you want to make your baby feel good?”

“Jesus…” he shudders, faltering for just a moment, before kissing your cheek. “Yeah, you’re my baby doll, but I meant what I said…you can’t have this.” he digs his hot, hard, cock into your thigh. “You haven’t earned it.”

“Fingers?” you question hopefully, struggling to articulate thoughts, you want him so badly. “Your mouth?”

He hesitates, searching your face, turning something over in his mind, until he reaches behind you and snatches up the empty beer bottle he discarded on the counter behind you. Eyes on yours, he holds it up between your faces silently.

An embarrassing, animalistic, sound bursts out of your chest and he shakes his head in disbelief. “Panties down. Now.”

They are stretched around your thighs in a breath as he purses his lips to suppress a smile.

“Your cunt is slutty, you know that?” he whispers, nudging the lip of the bottle into your thigh. “You’re slutty. We’re in a goddamn bar bathroom…it’s disgusting in here, and any minute some drunk, dirty old man is gonna knock on the door and you don’t even care. You don’t care,” he shrugs, to illustrate his point, and eases the bottle upward. “You’ve got your legs spread for me, trembling all sweet and pretty, waiting for me to fuck you with a beer bottle. What the fuck is wrong with you, baby? You’re sick. Fucking twisted.”

“What’s wrong with you?” you gasp when the glass sweeps over your clit at last.

There’s a devilish gleam in his eyes when he answers. “Plenty. There’s fucking plenty wrong with me.”

“Show me.” you beg, rocking your hips up in an attempt to force the bottle inside you.

“Say please like a good girl. Ask nicely.” the amber glass skates across your overheated center, cold and shocking. “Where’s my proper little girl with all those finishing school manners?”

“Please…” the word shakes out of you as if your body is set to spin cycle. “Jake, fuck, please…”

In reply, he lifts the bottle to your lips “Suck.”

Your mouth descends down around the neck as if it were his beautiful cock, and he pushes it in further, until you’re gagging around it.

“Oh, that’s nice, doll…sounds pretty, pretty, pretty. I can’t even feel it, and you’re still working so hard to please me. Gag, baby…that’s it. So beautiful.”

He slips it in deeply, until you're retching around it while still trying to swallow it down further. “You want it inside?” he breathes against the curve of your neck as you suck away at it.

You nod urgently, allowing a groan of desire to shudder out of your tightened chest.

The bottle dips down, dragging a lazy trail until it's circling your soaked entrance. Your hips rock and thrust forward, trying to force his hand.

“Look at you…” he sounds smugly pleased. “Chasing it like a whore. Is that what you are? Is my baby nothing but a whore? All innocent eyes and a soaked pussy?”

“For you…” you whine, thighs quivering as your body vibrates with unbridled desperation. You reach down and grab at the bottle “I know I don’t deserve anything, I was mouthy, and I teased you…but please, Jakey. Please?”

“Begging…” he scoffs. “For a beer bottle in her cunt. Who’s my fuck whore? Hmm? Who’s my darling little slut?”

“I am…” you preen, spreading wider, inviting whatever he is willing to bestow upon you. “I’m your whore. You want to give your whore what she needs, don’t you, baby?”

Again, his body shakes at your wanton display, but he doesn’t own his vulnerability for long. Instead, he’s nudging the bottle inside you tenderly. Your thighs part as best they can with your panties caged around them. “Thatta girl, baby…take it. Just fucking take it.”

Your head should be heavy with shame…you should be telling him to stop, pushing him away, rejecting the complete obscenity of it all. Instead, your fingernails dig into the back of his neck for leverage as you begin to ride the smooth, cool glass.

“Look at you,” he twists his wrist. “All up on your tiptoes…that’s fucking adorable. How’s that feel, sweetheart? You like that?”

A frenzied nod, followed by a choking sob echoes into the room, but he doesn’t bother to hush you. “Harder, Jake…” you whine, tugging at his hair.

“No.” he slides two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on the cradle of your tongue when your lips part with a tiny wail. “Gotta be careful, baby doll. I don’t want to hurt you with it.”

“I don’t care.” you argue around his skin, licking and biting at him as he presses his digits deeper.

“Well, I do.” his pace remains cautious, but he tilts the bottle into your sweet spot, earning a gasping sob. “Yeah, see? Just shut your mouth, baby. I’ll get you there…you know I will.”

Your hand drops down, fingers frantically circling your slick, swollen clit.

“That’s my girl.” he coos into your ear, licking through his words. “Gonna help me take care of this filthy little cunt of yours? You’re a naughty, disgusting fucking slut and I fucking love it. I fucking love you. Maybe I’ll put it in your ass when I get you home, since you’re so in love with my cock…I bet you’d let me put it anywhere I wanted, huh? Bet you’d let me fuck your pretty ass and then slide down your throat, wouldn’t you?”

You’ve lost the ability to think, so you simply suck on his fingers and allow your eyes to roll back in your head.

“Can’t even answer me?” he teases, shoving into your mouth until you gag and tears pool in your eyes. “Cock drunk and stupid on a beer bottle. What’s everyone out there gonna think when you stumble out looking like a sloppy, fucked-out whore?”

“Mmmmjake…” muffles out of your mouth. You’re so close your entire body feels feverish…burning up from the inside out.

“C’mon, baby doll…” he whispers, twisting the neck of the bottle inside you. “Give it to me…cum for me. I want it, baby…fuck, I want it so bad.”

He suddenly sounds even more desperate than you feel and the need in his voice grabs hold of the white hot band coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach and rips it apart.

Your teeth sink into his knuckles until he hisses in pain as your vision blurs, your body writhing and fighting the unimaginable pleasure. Until something breaks, and rather than fighting it, you allow it to happen, you relax into it and crumple in his arms, safe and sure in his embrace.

“Fuck…” the curse drags out of him slow and rasping. He sounds transfixed, but you aren’t sure why until the fog clears a bit.

You’re soaked…thighs and panties covered, as is his hand and the arm of his jacket.

“Look what you did.” His loving scolding sounds winded, like he’s never loved anything more in his entire life. He eases the bottle out of you and brings it to his lips, lapping his tongue in a slow stripe along the side, tasting you…savoring you with heavy lidded eyes.

“Take me home.” you breathe, watching his tongue lick along the glass.

“No.” he answers off-handedly. “Oh, look at that, baby.” he holds it up, shimmying it around to draw attention to the liquid now gathered at the bottom of the beer bottle. “Caught some.”

In stunned, mute, lust-drenched awe, you watch as he tilts his head back and swallows it down before tossing it into the overflowing trash can in the corner.

He adjusts his very obviously swollen cock in his jeans and then turns you to face the sink. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Can’t have anyone suspecting what you just let me do to you in here, now can we?”

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A Date Night HC with Black Mask and F!S/O 🖤

S/O loves to be spoiled and pampered by him. She teases him wearing a dress he likes on their extravagant date night to a high-end restaurant ... There will be a few surprises from him too :3c S/O is his enabler and lets him get away with a lot of his behaviour, and up to mischief herself.

"It's a good thing we pay so much to eat here, or they might actually kick us out-" Black Mask x F!S/O (Valentine's Event 2024)

Oh god don't enable him, he's already impossible. This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event!

TW: Suggestive, NSFW, fingering

Valentine's Day. The perfect excuse for an obnoxiously extra date night to show off to everyone else. No matter how far Roman got away from his roots, some things never changed. He was better than everyone else, as were you. Certainly one of the best parts for having a girlfriend like you was his ability to show that in public.

It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that you could have almost anything you wanted. When you didn't ask for much, he made it a mission to spoil you. Spa days, special treats here and there- You deserve it, you put up with his shit, after all. Seeing how much you enjoyed it just eggs him on.

So tonight he let you know exactly where he was taking you. Some high end place he's put a lot of money into for under the table deals. Tells you that you can pick whatever dress you want, but the panties? He's got those set out. Black and lacy, with stockings he pictures rolling up your thighs. Why wouldn't you take the opportunity to fuck with him back? A slinky number you knew got him hot when he saw it. Just a little too short and accentuated your body in all the right places.

You could hear the sharp, huffing inhale through his mask when he first saw you come out. You could feel how firmly he had his hand on your inner thigh while riding in the car, then how it moved to the small of your back as you entered the restaurant. He'd been quiet other than small talk. Telling the waiter to take you to "his" table.

He then forced his way to sit next to you, hand back on your thigh and creeping up, "You think you're fuckin' cute, huh?"

"Adorable, thank you for asking." The calm facade on your face flickered only for a second as his pinky moved up and down the front of the lingerie between your legs.

His gaze was intense, even when the waiter came back to ask for your order. It was then he ordered for you. Expensive. Something you definitely wanted but might not order on your own due to the price or the fuss of it. And a bottle of something old and fancy. His hand never left it's place until you moved it.

"Since you seem to like these so much..." You found yourself hiking up the dress almost to your hips. Another patron happened to look over... and quickly look away when they found Black Mask glaring back at them. And there in your hands was your now removed panties, which he snatched away to tuck in his pocket.

The wine was brought to the table, then... along with a box. He made a motion with his hand to you, "Happy Valentine's Day, doll."

Then, as you opened it- It was a bright red teddy bear... with a bracelet. The bracelet itself wasn't anything crazy. Yet you recognized it as one you'd been admiring a month ago. You hadn't asked for it. Yet he remembered the way you'd looked at it and decided you needed to have it.

"Allow me." He was already taking it off the bear and putting it on your wrist, "Yeah. Suits you just right."

"I... Thank you-"

"Don't say anything about making it up. You're gonna make it up right now." He's leaning to your ear before his hand tucks between your thighs, "Open up."

Before you could really respond beyond giving more space for his hand, he was plunging a finger inside. Praising you for being wet. Drinking his wine in his other hand as if he wasn't making you writhe. His palm pressed against your clit, making one smooth movement of penetration and stimulation. When someone walked by, he'd add another finger or push harder to get you to moan.

By the time the food came out, he had you on the edge. Yet he pulled away. The plates hit the table and he was licking his fingers. Looking at you knowingly. A little appetizer for himself.

Then he was cutting into his steak as if nothing happened, "We'll continue this later."

It was delicious, there was no question. Both you and your partner were taking small bites. Enough to assuage the hunger- You'd both be taking leftovers and finishing after certain events that night. He almost laughed when the waiter asked if you wanted dessert.

"Nah, fuck off. Give us the check."

It would have seemed the two of you were on the same page. Until, at least, you were leaving the building. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw something black fall from Roman's pocket and hit the ground. He was already pushing you forward before you could turn around. Your mouth agape as you realized just what your partner intentionally dropped on the floor of the fucking public restaurant.

"Sir, you dropped your-" a waiter paled as he found himself picking up your recently worn underwear.

"Yeah, thanks kid." Roman sneered behind the mask, "She was just telling me she was feeling cold." He held them up to you, knowing you were going to snatch them from his grip.

It was in the moment you didn't know if you wanted to fuck him or kill him. To be determined.