#and the others are soooo condescending towards him

[sandyspaghettibag]

I've grown to have the hugest little crush on my straight boy friend who's all over dating apps trying to get a girlfriend. Keeps getting stood up, keeps getting played by girls who don't respect his ADORABLENESS. And I'd fucking make out with him for hours but he's straight and I'm closeted so that's not really going to work

[honey-on-your-tongue]

could you write something with ronal and neytiri please? i want both of them soooo bad. i feel ronal would be the meaner one of them but more like in a condescending way you know what i mean? and neytiri would be nicer to you cause she feels bad

No because the way I'm down for these women so bad 😩😩😩

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It was supposed to be a lady's night. A few hours in your mauri for the three of you to talk and laugh as good friends. Sure, both of the women were older than you, and sure, you had a thing for both, but it had never occurred to you that maybe the feeling was mutual.

Until you sit in your mauri, the moonlight illuminating your place, and Neytiri slyly mentions, “That boy earlier today, courting you. You plan on accepting him?”

You blush softly, remembering the young man with the pearl necklace and the seashells. “I...I might,” you reply, shrugging softly.

Ronal raises an eyebrow, “Him? Oh, no, he'd never do. Not for you.”

You raise an eyebrow, looking at her. “Oh? Why...why not?”

Neytiri laughs gently. “You deserve better, girl,” she tells you, putting a hand on your thigh.

You shudder slightly. “Better?”

Ronal sneers quietly. “Poor thing doesn't even know her own worth, hm?”

Neytiri smiles softly. “We can teach her,” she says.

You blush, looking from one woman to the other, your eyes wide.

“You think she'll learn?” Ronal questions, raising a sharp eyebrow.

“She'll learn,” Neytiri promises, her hand on your thigh crawling higher. She turns to you, those amber eyes piercing your gaze. “Won't you, pretty?”

You blush gently. “I...What am I supposed to learn?”

Ronal scoffs gently before getting up and walking towards you. She grabs your face in her hand, forcing your gaze up to meet hers. “You're gonna learn how to be ours.”

Your eyes widen as you glance over at Neytiri. “Yours?”

Neytiri smiles gently. “Our little toy, hm?”

You turn back to Ronal. “Yes, I-I can learn.”

Ronal smirks. “Good.”

Neytiri leads you on your back to the ground, removing your loincloth and spreading your legs. “You're gonna be good for us, aren't you?” she says.

You nod as your breath hitches. “Yes, I am.”

Ronal kneels beside you, undoing your top, tossing it aside. “You better,” she warns. She leans down to your exposed breasts, trailing her tongue around one of your nipples.

You gasp quietly, the wet muscle of her tongue giving you butterflies and sending sparks to your core.

Meanwhile, Neytiri's lithe fingers spread your folds, allowing her to get a good, long look at your pretty, dripping pussy. “Wet already,” she chuckles. “Such a good girl.”

You blush, looking down at her as she places a few kisses on your thighs.

Ronal takes one of your nipples in her mouth, pinching the other one between her thumb and forefinger. You inhale sharply, shuddering at the touch, and Neytiri chuckles.

Ronal releases your nipple from her mouth to say, “You better get it through your thick skull, girl. You're ours. No boy who comes across will ever measure up to us, you hear me?”

You nod softly, breath hitching as Neytiri's heavenly mouth reaches your pussy.

Ronal pinches your nipple harder, demanding, “Answer me.”

You whimper lowly and nod. “Yes, yes, I understand.”

“Good.” She returns her mouth to your breast, licking and sucking as Neytiri licks up your folds.

You mewl lowly, the arousal in your womb igniting as she sucks on your clit. “Fuck,” you gasp, hips jolting, and Neytiri smirks against you.

Ronal releases your breast from her mouth and moves to the other one, paying it the same attention.

Neytiri slides a finger inside of you only to discover you're so wet and open that she can slide a second finger in. So she does, and she starts fucking you with them, curling them upwards to make you jerk and squeal.

She watches you, the way your body trembles, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head. Her eyes are narrow, predatory as she looks at you, her mouth devouring your cunt like it's the only meal she'll ever have.

Meanwhile Ronal is undressing herself. She removes her top with ease and she tosses her loincloth aside. “You ever eaten pussy before?” she asks you.

You blush softly, shaking your head.

She smirks as she moves to straddle your chest. “You'll learn that too.” You don't get the chance to say much. Next thing you know, she's on top of you, her pussy against your nose and mouth, and her scent sends a shiver through you.

Your hands grab her thighs as you explore her, sliding your tongue between her folds, flicking against her clit, softly poking into her entrance.

The sounds she makes have you squirming under her. The way she moans, the way she rocks her hips against your face. Oh, Great Mother.

Neytiri is watching too. Her eyes study the way you make Ronal tremble above you, the way her ears fold back, the way her tails swings from side to side with delight.

Neytiri needs more, she realizes. She needs someone to take care of her. So, why not help you and herself at the same time?

She removes her mouth from you and hears you whimper in complaint. But just as quickly, she's positioning herself against you again, her legs straddling one of your thighs as she places her cunt to yours.

You gasp at the sensation, making Ronal jerk, and then you're moaning and shaking, trembling harshly.

Neytiri is loving this. She can feel your soaked pussy dripping right onto hers, your swollen clit rubbing her own needy bud. She gasps as she fucks you, throwing her head back and baring her teeth.

For a moment, you get lost in the pleasure, gasping and moaning as Neytiri's pussy rubs against yours. And then Ronal's hand is in your hair, tugging you harshly. “I don't remember telling you to stop, girl.”

You quickly return to your ministrations, eating out her pussy while you moan and gasp, sparks of ecstasy shooting through your spine.

Neytiri is gasping and moaning as she rubs her cunt against yours, her nails digging into your skin as she holds onto you. “Look at you,” she says between little whimpers, “such a good girl for us.”

You whimper, helpless against the dizzying pleasure. Your clit feels like it's on fire. With the way Neytiri's clit rubs on yours, both of your slick mixing together and making the movements between your pussys slippery and messy, you can't think.

Meanwhile, your mouth is busy on Ronal's cunt. You suck on her folds, lick her clit, make sure she's enjoying herself as well. But it's difficult. You can't focus much, not with the way Neytiri's pussy feels on yours, much less with the orgasm that you can feel growing within you. Still, your lips move on Ronal's cunt, drinking her slick and taking care of her pleasure.

You can tell Ronal is close by the way she grinds her hips against your face, the way her fingers tangle in your hair and tug at it.

You drag your canines over her clit, making her gasp and shudder, and it sends her over the edge. She comes hard, her body shivering. She squirts all over you, soaking you in her slick, thick with her scent.

It sends you tumbling into a frenzy of your own, your orgasm dangerously close. Suddenly, you're trembling, your hips writhing against Neytiri's.

“'m gonna—! 'm gonna—!” you gasp, voice muffled by Ronal's pussy.

The Metkayina Tsahik smirks when she hears you, and she climbs off your face to kneel beside you. Her eyes watch your face, one of her hands moving to your breasts.

“Fuck!” Neytiri gasps when she sees Ronal paying your tits their due attention. She tries to keep her gaze on the way Ronal's fingers pinch your nipples, the way she sucks and bites at your breasts.

You can feel how wet Neytiri is, how much wetter she gets when she watches Ronal pay your chest some care.

You mewl, back arching, hips desperately grinding on Neytiri's, yearning after your orgasm.

“Look at you,” Ronal says, grabbing your chin in one of her hands and forcing you to watch as Neytiri fucks you. “Such a good girl for us. Look at your pretty pussy, all swollen and wet from Neytiri taking care of it, hm?”

“Yes,” Neytiri agrees, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Such a good girl.”

It's the combination of their words, the feel of Ronal playing with your tits, the feel of Neytiri's cunt rubbing on yours—all of that, sends you over the edge.

You come, shuddering and crying out, sounding like a fucking bitch in heat as you do. You tremble, body going taut for a moment before going absolutely limp.

Neytiri finds her release not long after you. She comes, gasping and moaning, throwing her head back and baring her teeth, folding her ears against her head.

Ronal reaches for Neytiri as well, kissing her on the lips. You watch them for a moment, breathing heavily, completely void of energy.

As they break away, a strand of saliva connects both of their lips, and then Neytiri leans down to kiss you. You feel Ronal caressing your face, her soft fingers on your skin.

“We should have more lady nights, hm?” Ronal chuckles. “Every day, if possible.”

As Neytiri breaks away from you, you question, “What about Jake? Or Tonowari?”

Both women smirk slyly. “There's no reason for them to know, angel,” Neytiri says. “This will be our precious little secret...”

You nod. “Okay...”

Ronal grabs your face in one of her hands, her nails digging into your cheeks. “Repeat it,” she orders, a soft snarl in her voice.

“It will be our precious little secret,” you echo.

“Atta girl,” Ronal says, kissing your lips. Meanwhile, Neytiri kisses your neck, licks your collarbone.

You've got the feeling they're not done with their precious toy yet...

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@kamcrazy123 @yagirlheree @sweetllamaparadise @neytirishottie @crazy4books1 @letsloveimagines

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MINORS DNI, CONTAINS MATURE THEMES

Han Jisung x Reader

Sub! Han x Dom, Fem! Reader (mommy kink used)

Exes to Lovers

Y/N's POV:

"C'mon!! It will be fun. You don't always have to be so cynical. I know you're still hurt over the breakup, but you have to get back out there at some point!!"

My friend, _____, sat next to me on my bed, tugging my arm basically out of the socket. Some stupid party was happening later tonight, and she just "needs" someone to go with her.

I didn't give her offer a second thought before turning it down.

I've fallen into the same routine since the breakup.

I wake up, get dressed, attend my classes, come home, and sleep. I don't even know when I'd given up on doing my makeup, showering every morning, and eating most meals.

"Y/NNNNNN, Pleeeeaaaaassseeeeeeee!! We can do your makeup and get you all dressed up! You'll feel soooo much better once you're out there! I mean, look at yourself, hun. You've kinda let yourself go..." She trailed off at the end of her sentence, turning me towards a mirror. I stared at my reflection, shrugging my shoulders. I guess she's right.

It has been four months, and mourning hasn't gotten me anywhere but down.

"Ugh, fine. I'll go... just hang out with me, okay? I don't want to be stuck mingling by myself." I really wasn't in the mood.

"Of course!! Let's get you ready!! This is so exciting, I promise we'll have fun!" She smiled brightly and tossed her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she over exaggerated her facial expressions and hand movements.

I rolled my eyes as she stood me up, pushing me to the bathroom to shower.

~Time skip~

I knew it. I fucking knew it. This party sucks.

____ ran off within thirty minutes, giggling with some overly mellow, immature dick. And I was stuck, standing awkwardly in my skin tight, tiny, barely-there dress, clutching onto my cup.

I just wanted to go home. It was naive of me to let ____ drive us here, I wasn't going home until she was. I made my way through the small crowd gathered in this unknown person's living room. I ventured my way into the small kitchen, digging through a small collection of alcohol. 

"Woah." I hear a soft voice from behind me. Not just any voice, though. It was so... familiar. I turned the top half of my body towards the sweet sound. My lips parted slightly in shock, my heart beat speeding up by the second.

Jisung.

When I thought this night couldn't get any worse, my ex boyfriend was standing in front of me, with his hands uncomfortably dangling at his sides.

Han cleared his throat, opening and closing his hands into fists, panicked. 

"Um hey. How have you been?" His voiced slightly quivered with every word he threw out.

I turned my head, refocusing on the alcohol, scoffing.

"Really good, actually. I'm sure you'd say the same." I lied, condescending tone visible in my firm voice.

"Oh, yeah. I've been alright." He almost whispered back, shrugging his shoulders.  He was never a good liar, especially in contrast to my secure manner. I hummed in response, not caring about his small fib.

"You look really pretty tonight." His round, sparkly eyes scanned up and down my body as I turned back around. My black dress stopped right after my round ass, my hourglass form standing out. ____ practically forced heels onto my feet earlier, making me a few inches taller than usual. My dark lips quirked up into a small smirk.

"I know." I responded, watching as he blushed. I laughed lightly, forgetting the alcohol and walking closer to him. I began engaging with him in useless small talk, almost greatful that I wasn't standing alone anymore. Slowly, conversation faded out and we locked eyes.

I heard his breath speed up slightly.

"Look, I'm- fuck, baby I'm really sorry. I miss you. A lot. I really do. I made a mistake." Jisung mumbled out after almost twenty minutes of back and forth talking. I sighed at his confession. Half of me want to smile, and spill my guts about how much I've missed him too. The other half of me wanted to go ape-shit and cry, furious that this was going to take me ten steps back in my "healing process".

I thought hard before speaking again. Eventually I quickly spat out, "God, don't even say that.".

However, I refused to break eye contact, not backing down or shying away from the sudden switch in conversation.

"No, I mean it. Please, give me another chance. I'll do anything you want me to. I just need you again." His voice became more and more quiet as he rambled on. I could've sworn he was tipsy, or even drunk, but he didn't look it.

"What's wrong with you? Are you drunk or something?" Maybe he was just fucking around with me...

Jisung's POV:

My heart was pumping out of my chest, I could hear the continuous beat in my ears. She just looks so... unbelievable tonight. Drop dead gorgeous.

I thought back to our final night together. The screaming. The cursing. The tears.

The theatrics were unreasonable for the small issue that caused the fight in the first place.

I just can't believe that was how I lost her.

"No, I'm not drunk. Listen, maybe it was stupid to say... I'm sorry, I should really go." The tension closed in on me as I quickly turned around and attempted to excuse myself. I felt nails dig into my upper arm and whip me back around.

"Anything?"

"Huh?" I felt my palms become sweaty.

"You said you'd do anything... right, Jisung? To prove you'll be a good boy again?"

She pulled me close to her, our noses touching.

I instinctively grabbed her hips, wanting, no, needing to feel her.

"Anything. Anything you want." I confirmed. Famous. Last. Words.

Y/N's POV :

I grabbed Jisung's hand and pulled him through the full living area. Why am I doing this to myself? It will be impossible to let him go after re-igniting the flame that previously burnt out. Ugh, whatever. I could make him do so, so much... fuck, I just wanted to use him. Nothing more... right?

I let go of his hand while I trudged up the staircase, feeling his presence trailing close behind my body like a lost little puppy. Once I got upstairs I opened and closed multiple doors before eventually finding an empty bedroom.

I pulled him inside the room, immediately pushing him against the door, slamming it close.

In less than a second, my lips were on his. The kiss was anything but gentle. I trailed my hand up to his neck squeezing softly, applying more and more pressure as I pinned him to the hard surface behind him. His breath hitched, his chest dramatically rising and falling against mine.

I broke the kiss, keeping my hand wrapped tight around his throat.

"Fucking strip. Quickly, I don't have all night." I demanded, using my grip on his neck to throw his shaking body to the floor.

He fell at my feet, head hanging. "Yes ma'am." He complied, frantically pulling off his shirt and rushing to unzip his pants.

Once he was fully bare, he looked up at me, waiting for his next command.

"Good boy. Stand up, come on. Be good for me." I curled my fingers around the bottom of my dress as he stood, lifting up the fabric, teasing him by exposing my thong. I pulled the tight dress off of my body, leaving my stiletto heals on.

"Hurry up, get on the bed for me, baby." Jisung scurried for the bed, laying down, propping his upper body up on his elbows as he waited for my next move. How pathetic. I smiled, taking my time as I made my way for the bed, slipping of my soaked panties.

I straddle his upper thighs, looking down at his rose-colored face.

"You've wanted this haven't you? You've been thinking about this?" I teased him, rubbing my hands along his sides and hips, tracing his v-line.

He shuddered against my touch, and I felt his dick lurch up under me, desperate for any sort of attention.

I smirked and grabbed his dick, wasting no time as I began slowly jerking him off. Painfully slowly. He immediately began whining, pushing his hips up to gain more friction. I leaned over and slapped him across the face.

"No. You don't get to feel good. Not yet. Take it like the little slut you are until I decide you deserve more."

He cried out as his tip began to leak with precum.

"Please, please, Mommy. I need to feel you so bad, please let me fuck you." Jisung begged, gripping onto the sheets next to him.

I ignored him and sped up slightly, amused as his back arched off the soft mattress under him. I began kissing and biting down his neck, marking my territory with bright red blotches.

"What a fucking whore. Look at you. Practically screaming from a hand job? How embarrassing, puppy." He let out a deep moan, simply from my words. I guess he really did miss me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum mommy. Please let me cum. You make me feel so good mommy, thank you. Fuck~. " He jumbled his words together, and I felt the muscles in his strong legs tense under me. Moans turned to breathless, shallow whimpers right before I let go of him all together.

"Fuck, I was so close mommy." Jisung complained. Tears began prickling in his eyes.

"Aww, baby. I thought you wanted to fuck me?"

He immediately perked up, solemn demeanor gone.

"Really? You'll let me fuck you?". I silently confirmed moving off of him, and let him move on top of me.

"Go ahead baby, fuck me good. Show me how much you missed me, how much of a good boy you are."

That's all he needed.

I instantly felt the stretch of his dick completely filling me up. His arms wrapped around my waist and he rested his head on my chest. Wasting no time, he began thrusting his hips into mine at a rapid pace. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, moaning out. God, I missed the feeling of him inside me. I gripped onto his hair and he rammed into my G-spot.

"Fuck, baby boy... Ah Ji- so fucking good. Keep going, fill me up with your cum." I felt his hold on me tighten, almost like I was going to evaporate or disappear out of his arms.

"Mommmyy, I missed you. I missed your pussy. I need you. Fucking need you."

Water droplets soaked into the skin of my chest. I lifted his head up, his eyes meeting mine. His face was red, eyes were puffy, and tears ran down the soft skin.

My heart dropped as I held his face in my hands, wiping his tears.

"Shh Jisung, baby, it's okay. I'm here. Just feel good for me, okay? You're being such a good boy. Fuck your cum into me, just for mommy."

I held onto him tight as his whole body shook. I felt his warm cum pump out of him as he moaned, shoving his face into my shoulder.

I reached my climax almost immediately after, cradling him as he collapsed on top of me.

We calm down, our breathing evening back out and syncing together.

He was the first to speak.

"Come home with me... please?" Jisung moved off of me, laying next to my tired body.

I thought for a second before eventually agreeing.

We stood up, knees buckling as we dressed each other.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Since we're on the topic what is your favourite kind of romance heroine? It doesn't have to be one specific type just what kind do you gravitate towards.

Hmmm I mean, I love a lot of romance heroines, but I've noticed that I tend to enjoy heroines who've experienced life most of all or are very determined to experience it. This doesn't have to mean a widow in historicals, or even necessarily one who isn't a virgin (though I do prefer a non-virgin heroine over a virgin--and it truly doesn't matter lol, I'll read either very happily, it's just that like... if I HAD to choose I'd pick a heroine who wasn't a virgin, and the hopeful? series I'm trying to write does not feature any virgin heroines, which wasn't planned and sort of just happened). I just like a heroine who's at least somewhat jaded, who knows how the world works. Someone who is closed off.

I do love an ice queen. The lady of the manor, as it were. I also really love an unrepentantly sexual and hedonistic heroine--like, I ADORE this type, virgin or not. Someone who's all "well what happens if I do tHIS?" and very happily teases her partner. I think both the ice queen who's seen too much of the world and is tired of this shit and the very sexual heroine (whether she's done it before or adjusts to it like a duck to water lol) are preferable to me than like... The true babe in the woods innocent who's like "whaaaaat" at every single sexual thing that happens. Like, as an example of how you can handle this with virgin heroines--Evie in Devil in Winter is a virgin, but she's very naturally sexual and doesn't have an issue with adjusting to St. Vincent's appetites and is soooo into sex that she's the one who "makes" him lose the bet. And she's so practical about it. She finds out they need to fuck to make it legit and goes "yeah that sounds about right". She's not all shocked or whatever.

I love very feminine heroines, and will usually gravitate towards heroine that give "divine feminine" vibes over tomboy vibes. BUT THAT BEING SAID. I can get behind most heroines. Very rarely will I turn down a book just because the heroine doesn't seem like my type. I tend to love heroines that people hate. The only things I really can't do with heroines is:

--constant insecurity

--constantly mentioning how plain or ugly she is like shut the fuck up Mr. 6'5" stunnah with a 9 inch cock is railing you at every minute, I don't buy it, this feels like such pandering and I frankly don't want or need it

--subset: heroines who are fat and are always like "I know that because of my ample body he probably doesn't like me" oh my god this romance hero is clearly one of those guys who likes to see it jiggle get ooooover it (I say this as someone with insecurities about my weight--I just can't get behind heroines who agonize over it every other page, she can have body image issues without it being 20% of the novel)

--heroines who fuck the hero over but it's fine because she's the heroine and he's the hero and we never confront these actions ever (ex: I just a read a book I was really loving with an NFL player hero who was a virgin, and the heroine deflowered him, they fell in love, and this Ashley Madison type site put out a $1 million reward for a woman who could prove she took his virginity; someone steals hero's phone and leaks nudes of the heroine she sent him, and it's hORRIBLE and she's understandably traumatized and depressed, but she claims her power by TELLING THE PRESS SHE TOOK HIS V CARD without TELLING HIM IN ADVANCE so she can donate the money to charity???? And when he's understandably mad it's treated as this overreaction on his part??? And dude I am sorry but how the fuck is very intimate info about his sex life being shared without his permission okay???? Anyway sorry that shit blew my mind.). I find that condescending.

Heroines I love that I think sum up a lot of this:

--Greer Galloway/Colchester/Galloway Colchester Moore or whatever the fuck from New Camelot by Sierra Simone. Greer is so self-possessed and cool and smart, but she's also like, this hedonistic wild woman who is fully willing to "why not both?" her marriage. Lol some of the best parts of the sex scenes in those books are Greer in the background like "GIVE HIM THE DICK!!!!!"

--Neomi Laress, Dark Needs at Night's Edge by Kresley Cole. A total temptress(ssss) who flirts first and asks questions later, but is also out for her own (understandable) game and accidentally falls in love with a deeply damaged Conrad Wroth and is like "he is baby". Both tough and jaded and deeply nurturing once her heart opens up.

--Ellie Peirce, Lothaire by Kresley Cole. I love Ellie so fucking much. (And she's a virgin heroine, so again, I love all!) She's tough as nails (her epigraph is literally "steel magnolia? TRY TITANIUM") but has the vulnerability to like, cry and break down when shit gets really hard. She refuses to be disrespected. She's very in touch with her own sexuality and uses it to get what she wants. I love a heroine who approaches a hero that is basically the equivalent to a massive toothy snarling monster and like, solemnly buckles a diamond collar that says "BRAT" or something around his neck, and then he's just her bitch from there on out.

--Eleanor Ramsay, The Duke's Perfect Wife by Jennifer Ashley. A new favorite! I love her your honor! Very fun and nice and perky and confident, but has been around the block and isn't super quick to trust Hart this time around. (Even if they did have sex THRICE like a decade ago, as he constantly reminds her.) She had the dignity to expect better from him and dumped his ass without crying (in front of him). She also, unfortunately, can't resist that dick. And wants to take Victorian photographs of it. The dichotomy of woman. But again, this heroine who just blinks at the hero unimpressed and goes "down boy" is really My Shit.

--Sara Fielding, Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas. Sara really encapsulates a specific subset of heroine that I love, and I think this is probably my favorite type of virgin heroine, which is "local woman cartwheels headlong into mortal peril at any given moment while very growly man shrieks in terror and runs after her like she's a priceless vase that just fell off his mantle". Sara is nosy, she's not afraid to learn, she is naive at points but in a very "my b" kind of way, she super doesn't care about cheating on her wet blanket fiance when Derek Craven is on the menu, and she does dumb shit like go "Should I get bangs?" (Derek: I WILL KILL MYSELF IF YOU GET BANGS.)

[whumpshaped]

What oc is living rent free in your head right now?

We want pictures! We want rambles! We want chunks of scenes and favorite lines! This is a vent-about-your-blorbo free card! Go wild!

MAN OF THE DAY. MY BABY RAYAN.

i know i neglected his canon story for soooo long (i plan to finish it during the summer or whenever i have time- maybe it'll be earlier depending on how this year shakes out) but i keep using him for rp on discord and he's the best man. hes truly just. good egg personified

he has his flaws. everyone does. he has a tendency to be a little condescending to others, a tendency to mansplain a little... he has a bit of a saviour complex, a bit of moral superiority... he's good, he was raised to be good and nice and kind and respectful, and he has this noble goal of changing the world for the better, and honestly anyone who isnt working towards that has to be a bit misguided, right? this, paired with the fact that he's not immune to propaganda and harmful ideas......... ummmmm yea it can lead to Problems

BUT. at the core hes just such an absolutely squishy little man with the biggest heart. he really does want to do good. he wants to make people happy, he wants to love and be loved, he wants to touch people's hearts and make their lives better. he wants to marry a woman (lets say he wants to marry. hes in for some awakenings in his life) and open a dessert shop. he helps stray animals in his free time. he's just so ... he really is trying to make the world better in all the ways he knows how.

and because those rps usually included him getting the relationship he wanted sooo badly, i also know he's the best boyfriend ever. literally so caring and considerate and perfect. will bake you so many cookies. every birthday or occasion, hes READY with the prettiest tastiest cake of your dreams. also you get 'hey would you like to taste this before i try to sell it in the shop?' privileges.

nsfw

and that's not to mention he's a raging sub with both a praise AND a humiliation kink. also into pet play. if u want someone to sit and roll over for u, hes ur guy! just dont hit him. he cant handle pain to save his life. also dont forget aftercare (u wont be able to, he gets sooooo clingy, asking 'did i do well? did u enjoy it?')

[the-blueish-trashcan]

Frank Morrison headcanons no one asked for (because I'm issues abt this disaster)

-He's asthmatic, no one knows but the crew.

-Additionally, his lungs are scarred from bad bouts of pneumonia as a kid. RIP Frank's lungs.

-Bisexual disaster mostly in denial.

-High school dropout, but the smartest dumb person you've ever met.

-Fairly philosophical despite his loud, angry, stabby disposition.

-Music taste, under modern standards, would consist of punk rock and/or the most obnoxious EDM music you've ever heard (Think Skrillex, or 100GECS)

-His relationship with the rest of the Legion is complicated. He cares about them a lot and hypes them up, but when it comes to interacting with them, he's kind of an overbearing douche.

-Him and Julie are close, but not dating. Had it not been for the Entity taking them, they probably would have tried.

-Frank and Joey have a... turbulent relationship. Frank wants to like the kid, but feels that Joey challenges him too much and at the same time doesn't have the confidence to be his own man. This often leads to verbal argumants and sometimes shoving matches. Very rarely does it escalate further, but it can happen.

-Frank likes Susie's enthusiasm a lot, and appreciates her upbeat spirit. He can be harsh on her, though. It's more a reflection of his internalized thoughts than his actual feelings toward her.

-Frank is the instigator of fights with soooo many other killers. He feels he has something to prove for himself and as the Legion, he wants a reputation that they're not to be fucked with. Unfortunately, this just leads to his ass getting kicked for harassing people much stronger than him. The rest if the crew backs him up, sure, but they're not dying on his behalf, no way.

-Frank's favorite fellow killers are Trapper and Ghostface. Evan because of how infamous he is and how high his kill count is, Danny because of his reputation, his style, and what turns out to be a suave personality. He ends up following Danny around like a lost puppy for a time, vying for his attention and approval.

-(This obsession with Danny turns into a crush, even if he doesn't realize it right away)

-Frank's least favorite killers are Wesker, Pyramid Head, Huntress and Pinhead. Wesker is condescending and insults him back, Pyra squishes him like a bug when he starts to get annoying, Huntress never seems to understand him and can snipe him across the fucking common area for harassing the others. Pinhead has just straight up sent him to Hell, the rest of the crew were horrified.

-He has more than just the tattoo on his throat; There's a vine of poison ivy on his right hipbone and a patch of black spiderweb on his left shoulder. He wanted to get another tattoo on his clavical but didn't get the chance.

-There are three long scars on his face next to his left eye, a long thin one down his lip on the left, and an old stab wound on his stomach. His wrists and thighs are both covered in SH scars that no one is allowed to see, hence the bandages on his hands/arms.

-He's not a smoker, but he is a drinker. Ah the joys of Canada's lower drinking age.

-Picks at his cuticles. Julie is trying and failing to break him of this habit.

-Chronic foster kid. His mom left when he was 2, he was put in the system after his dad was arrested when he was 6. He bounced around a few homes since then.

-Broke out of the system legally at 16 due to clever loopholes and pure unbridled rage against the machine.

-You will get stabbed for calling him Frankie.... unless you're Danny. Danny gets a pass, but only just.

BONUS FOR THOSE READING THIS FAR:

-Adores chin scratches.

-Rubbing his back makes him melt.

-Silent crier... all tears, no sobs, if he can help it.

-Likes PDA but would never admit it.

Uhhhhhhh I have way more but they're mostly pre and post Entity so if there's any interest hmu

[yutadori]

things have been pissing me off lately and that in itself has been pissing me off. im pissed at my friend who just cancelled our plans. we were supposed to meet early morning this upcoming saturday but she also has a meetup with other friends planned some time afterwards so since she doesn't want to be out for so long, she changed her mind and decided it'd be easier to cancel on me. like why even make plans with me in the first place if you already knew you had plans afterwards. im still pissed at my older cousin for being unintentionally condescending towards me about my age and im PISSED at myself for taking so long to talk to him about it. im pissed at a different friend for redacted and im pissed at myself for being bothered but also it's been suchhhhh an annoying reoccurrence. i just wish she'd stop i wish i wasnt put in a situation where /i/ have to be the one to say something if i want things to change. im just soooo pissed off and thats making me feel even more annoyed . lol

[eriyu]

(For the NPC ask meme) Can't think of just one soooo how about Ehriyu and her go to trust light party ?

the twins and g'raha!!! her favorite people. also if the twins are going to put themselves in danger, she WILL be there the protect them whenever she is able.

the twins remind Ehryu of her little brother when she first meets them, since they're the same age... and then she quickly loses that association because they're nothing alike LMAO. even so, she becomes like a big sister to them. she teases them in a big sibling, it’s-fun-to-embarass-the-teenagers way, but is also very openly affectionate toward them and is very adamant about making sure they know she’s there for them, always. and they do know it!!! they love her just as much as she loves them. :)

for Alphinaud, she was a little bewildered by him at first, what with him being such a know-it-all while she was still gaining her footing in Eorzea. like “who is this sassy child???” her image of him really clicks into place post-ARR though, over the course of the Crystal Braves arc, and she becomes very fond and protective of him very quickly from there. especially after realizing that despite how pompous he acted, he looked up to her from the start.

with Alisaie, by contrast, they hit it off immediately after Alisaie showed back up, for various reasons. she’s easier to read than her brother, Ehryu is more sure of herself by the time they get to spend much time together, and they’re very similar in a lot of ways. they have the added bonus of Red Maging together :) Alisaie is determined to surpass Ehryu on this one front, and Ehryu enjoys the friendly competition. Alisaie also has a big fat crush on Ehryu that she will Never admit to because she knows Ehryu is too old for her.

now G'raha... Ehryu thought he was super cute when they first met... in a kind of condescending way tbh? like a puppy. but she grows to respect him a lot by the end of the Crystal Tower raids. she’s suspicious of the Exarch largely because she suspects he’s lying when she asks about G’raha, but definitely does not guess how he’s lying. (realistically, she would recognize him, but that's not as fun to play with, so let's pretend he magically obfuscated his voice and appearance.)

since the end of Shadowbringers they've gotten Very Close —here's a longer explanation, but the short version is that they're in a sexual, non-romantic, non-exclusive relationship (even though it looks pretty romantic from the outside).

Ehryu, G'raha, and Alisaie have actually gotten a little bit cliquey and Alphinaud is a little bit left out when they're in a group lmao, but they haven't stopped caring about each other as much as ever. :') you don't go through half of ARR and all of Heavensward together without it sticking.

[bonesandthebees]

Hello, I've never submitted an ask here before but I've been very obsessed with Stars for a very long time and I'm only now able to articulate some of my thoughts/questions. I've been lurking for a while as well

What I find so interesting about Stars is how vivid and realistic you make the relationships seem. It feels as if I've been thrust into Wilbur's head and I'm experiencing things the way he's experiencing them. I feel his distrust and yearning for Phil and his grief for Tommy and what they once had

I'm wondering how much of what you write is very intentional/planned out versus how much is intuition? Like with the arc that Wilbur and Philza's complicated relationship takes, did you plan out specific steps in how the dynamic evolves or did you kind of play it by ear/write what felt right? I'm sorry I can't phrase my question any better than that

I'm just incredibly interested in the process that you use to write Stars since I'm a fellow writer and I'm always curious about how other writers do things

oh this is SUCH a fun question

firstly, thank you so much!! I love writing relationship-centric works because I think there's just so much more interesting stuff you can do with it outside of having some insane plot. of course plot-based stuff isn't bad, but relationship driven stories are soooo fun for me to dive into and stars is kind of the ultimate relationship driven story for me.

now onto your question. I'd say it's a mix of both, but definitely leans more towards intuition. I didn't have a specific point in my outline where I said "and wilbur now trusts phil enough to lean into the hand on his shoulder" or something like that, but I do have certain 'beats' I try to hit with relationship progression. like I knew that the conversation where phil tells wilbur about his own childhood was going to be a turning point where wilbur was going to start coming to him for his problems after that because he then knows that phil understands him. but a lot of smaller details I add in just by feel. like way back when phil decided to drop the 'prince' part of wilbur's name when addressing him was something I figured just felt right. the first time he called wilbur 'little bird' was the same way. I never planned for that to even be a thing in the fic. I just was writing that scene and I thought what if phil called him by some kind of endearing nickname? one that could also be taken as condescending? it feels like we're at a point where that can happen and the readers won't know what the intent behind it is, if it's genuine or not. and that's where little bird came from.

other details I decided on as I wrote just by feel! phil using his wings to shield wilbur for the first time when they spoke. or in the latest chapter, phil telling wilbur to call him phil and not philza. that was a little trickier because I'd known that at a certain point I wanted wilbur to stop calling him philza and switch to phil, but I just wasn't sure when it was going to happen. then in that chapter it just felt like the right moment, so I went for it.

the way I decide when to listen to my intuition is a mix of just putting myself in wilbur's shoes and deciding if it feels right, but also I have to think about the impact it'll have on the story as a whole. are we at a point where a relationship shift can happen? is this going to reduce the impact of something else happening down the line? there have been a lot of times I've debated adding a new shift into the relationship, like some sign of affection of some kind, but I've decided against it because I feel like we're not there yet. even if the characters could feasibly interact like this and it would feel realistic to their relationship, I know it would reduce the impact of some other shift later in the plot, so I decide to hold off. it's a careful balance to strike which is both really fun for me, but very nerve wracking sometimes too because I feel like I'm constantly walking on a tight rope. but that's why I like writing so much! it's a constant challenge!

hope this helped!! ty for this question it was super fun to think about

[koraesrambles]

Winchesters vs batboys pt 3

John and Bruce would hate each other. Just, no holds barred, absolute loathing on sight. John would think Bruce doesn't do enough to protect his kids, he'd be soooo judgemental of Bruce's no kill rule. John (at least in the graphic novels) went on a murder spree to kill anyone who knew that Sam had the potential to become evil later in life. John is a representation of everything Bruce hates. John does not believe in second chances. John believes his family's life is more important than other people's. John is willing to spill gallons of blood to keep his kids safe.

Bruce would be sickened by the fact that John thinks himself able to be judge, jury, and executioner. He'd be disgusted by the criminal activity John regularly engages in in order to survive (not everyone is a billionaire Bruce.) Bruce HATES guns and thinks that John fetishizes a weapon of destruction. He can't believe that John is okay with just murdering every monster he decides isn't redeemable.

They reluctantly bond over being paranoid bastards with contingency plans though. Bruce is sickened that John asked Dean to save Sam or kill him. John is downright condescending about Bruce's "my family is my failsafe" plan.

John is actually kind of impressed by Bruce giving his son Super Anxiety as a way to control him. He acknowledges that it is super messed up and definitely leaning toward super villainy, but he's impressed despite himself. Though he does think Bruce is a moron because now his son is kind of useless? Like, what was Bruce really trying to accomplish here?

The bats love each other but none of them are as codependent as the winchesters (who are absolutely in a league of their own when it comes to that). Bruce always needs to know where his kids are, but doesn't really stop them from going places. John needs his kids to be where he put them at all times. He needs to know that Sam is in the motel room and Dean is by his side. Even when Sam goes to college he's constantly checking up on him (which is very Bruce coded of him, honestly. "I love you so much and am terrified for your safety but instead of telling you this like a sane person I'm just gonna stalk you like a creep.")

When John finds out Bruce chips his kids with trackers, he acts like that's a horrible human rights violation but is also like 🤔 Dean also kind of likes the idea. Sam is horrified.

John and Bruce would come to blows regularly but also be subtly taking notes. John wants Bruce's resources. Bruce wants John's ability to control his kids.

[lightlycareless]

is it going to become a naoaki x reader in the end? I just find hes kinda stupid for growing up with his family and knowing how they treat women and putting her in danger by getting so close. Like even if some members joke about it i dont see it going well for her if shes found in a situation that cant be explained away. He’s just getting on my nerves because shes been through enough, i dont know what he thinks is going to happen or how this will end.

Hello anon!

Now that’s an interesting question I will not be answering for obvious reasons 😂 however, I can respond to the rest :>

I understand where you’re coming from—after all, both Y/N and Naoaki know that just by being close is very dangerous, specially for her.

But they’ve gotten to a point where they just don’t care. I mean… y/n as of right now is set to die anyways, where do you go from that? Adding to the fact that Naoaki is kind of invisible to the rest of the clan, and… Naoya is not very liked right now.

Ok, sure, he wasn’t liked anyways, he was kind of “best of the worst” in a way, but after he failed his exam, he fell out of their favor and now they see him as useless because he didn’t do that in the first time and with flying colors! 🙄 I think I stated that one of the elders were like “well, at least his wife is behaving somewhat appropriately” (hypocrites) however, that’s a comment referring more to her doing her duties correctly than her relationship with the rest of the clan.

In the end it’s kind of… the clan berating Naoya by teasing him with the fact that his wife is more “valuable” as of that moment, and that she’s at least still able to carry children (…sure, some believe that because not everybody knows that she’s essentially on death row for seemingly being infertile) and as long as the kid is a Zen’in, they’re happy. (That’s a topic that I do intend to explore a bit further down the road, specifically with y/n’s parents :> all I can say is… it’s messed up) I guess that’s why they’re allowing whatever is going on with Naoaki and Y/N. (I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the elders were like: Well, Naoaki is stepping up where Naoya couldn’t 🤮 weirdos…)

Maybe if Naoya had been successful…

Well, whatever the outcome, we still have to agree that she’s still in a bad position, referring to her in a condescending manner and using her as some kind of "punishment" towards Naoya simply because "how come a woman can do her job, but not you?? and you can't even deal with your own issues!!" even if she had done something directly against the leader, their need to put others down is soooo big, they're willing to go against their own beliefs ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I believe next chapter will offer more information regarding your question and what the clan thinks of her and the situation that transpired :> If not, feel free to send in another ask! I’ll be more than happy to give further insight wherever I can ❤

Thank you for sending an ask 🥺❤ I hope you have a wonderful weekend, take care, and hope to see you soon!

[incorrect-house-of-nine]

More not so incorrect Ortus thoughts.  I’ll preface this by saying, I understand Harrow’s behaviour is a trauma response and she deserves empathy and understanding. In Harrow the Ninth, Harrow reverts to how she was before Canaan House due to the muddled timeline. She’s back to being awful, acerbic and fully convinced she is surrounded by cretins.   (Stuff such as thinking flesh magic is pedestrian, the horror at being mistaken for anyone who could find meat interesting, sneering at anyone who could find meat interesting.)

Like it strikes me how insufferable, how patronizing and condescending she really is towards Ortus. We get a glimpse of how she treated him waaaaay before the muster was called. Though she has a wicked biting sense of humour, its still mean

She genuinely believes that she’s successfully pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes with the puppet show because she's soooo smart n they’re so dumb. Its alluded to when she talking to Ortus about his father, she says almost surprised. "You knew?"

Not only did his friends die but afterwards his Father is perennially downcast for every after, possibly depressed -- murdering 200 kids will do that to a man -- but his Dad killed himself for them to boot. The Nona family take take take and this fetus has the cheek to believe he doesn’t have the intelligence of a root vegetable? His reply is one of the few times that Moira doesn't vocalise him as sad, you can hear it in her voice, the sheer contempt for this sour tongued, inconsiderate child lecturing him and talking down to him. "You are not the only person, My lady, who can put two and two together and get “four.”

Though he’ll never blame her or treat her with anything other than respect, all his friends, romantic prospects etc etc were murdered so she might be born. He's had to live and grow up alone, the Noniad is his coping mechanism and she constantly insults it. He too has to represent a generation of Niners and achieve something great.

As a sword swinging cav, he'll die and it shall be a waste. But a manuscript? It might last and will let people know the Ninth existed. He existed. And what they valued and stood for. The pen is mightier than the sword they say.

One day he had friends, went to school, was a kid, and the next he was the only teenager left alive. Imagine how devasting and lonely that must have been? The survivors guilt he must have suffered?

Imagine, a solitary child returning to a cavernous empty school hall, an abandoned black ball in left in the back of the football net, jackets that shall never be out grown hanging on pegs left to decay. A heavy empty silence where once there was light and life and the laughter of children. Fading memory and ghosts the only thing to keep him company.

The accusatory stares from the parents of those lost children, their resentment, rage, grief silent but caustic. Wondering why he was spared, knowing why he was spared. 

The survivors guilt he must have suffered? (My heart, I cant!) God! All the lil teased together tidbits that ask you to think deeper about Ortus just kill me. We don't deserve him. Muir did a great job of making us dismiss him in the same way Harrow/Gideon did/does, only to bring him back n slap us with: Never judge a book by its cover, or assume you know someone's journey. Be freaking Kind!

[animatedrapture]

"VORFREUDE."

Summary: Sakusa thinks of you as his vorfreude, his intense anticipation from imagining future pleasures. He swears it's not mere delusions.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x F!Reader / slight Komori Motoya x Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Genre & Content Warnings: Slight angst. NSFW. Dark content. Yandere behavior. Porn with Plot. Incel/Bully!Sakusa. Virgin!Reader. Abuse. Non-con. Blackmail. Coercion. Misogyny. Slut-shaming. Slight manipulation and mindbreak. Fingering. Corruption. Defloration. Degradation. Vaginal penetration. Creampie.

Notes: Thank you soooo much to the lovely anon who commissioned this! Took a lot longer than it should've cause academics kept cutting in & joint with my anxiety. But yeah, thank you so much :') Thank you Faiwy for the final beta !! <3

If you're thinking about commissioning me, please refer to this post.

You’re a constant, Sakusa thinks.

For as long as he can remember, you’ve been following him and Komori like a lost puppy—whenever they were, you were sure to be there. He can’t think far back enough to remember when it started, but you were insignia of constancy, that was all Sakusa knew.

He listens intently while you talk to Komori from beside him, voice low and stumbling over your words every so often—he knows you're going out of your way to avoid saying something he could use to pull you apart with, piece by piece like a frail little toy.

"How did the test from yesterday go?" Komori questions you, right as your trio made it to the cafeteria.

Your easy-going smile falters at the mention of it. Sakusa already knows the answer. He shares that class with you, after all. He had the front row seat to see your face flushed with humiliation and how rigid your body grew when the professor told you Sakusa would be tutoring you.

Reminding him that out of everything about you, the way you wore your heart on your sleeve is something that insistently rubbed him the wrong way.

First, because he starts thinking about how easy you make it for people to take advantage of you; it makes his blood boil. Then, he starts thinking about every reaction he could get out of you, like how you'd look from beneath him as he used your body the way you wanted him to.

Because you do, don't you? Why else would you go out of your way to adjust to his habits? To carry around your personal sanitizer and wipes, always making sure the space you were in with them was clean.

Nothing else could explain how you strung along with them like loose thread.

It tugs at the heart beneath his ribcage—but whenever he sees you give all your attention to Komori, the betrayal sinks in, and he's reminded what kind of a woman you are.

A whore.

As you laughed nervously, taking a seat across from them, Sakusa wonders if you're having fun, wonders if for a moment you're riddled with guilt as you flirt with his cousin and him at the same time, in the same breath.

"N-no, it didn't turn out very well," you admit in between stutters, embarrassment creeping back in.

Komori frowns empathetically, "I could help you, you know—"

The sparkle in your eyes is quick to appear. God, you're so cunning. It makes Sakusa consider that maybe you failed the test on purpose, thinking this would happen—but that would be giving you more credit than due. You're just a dumb little girl.

"I'm already tutoring them," Sakusa interrupts, and he's unsure whether to be delighted or angered at the way your face falls sullen.

"O-oh right, but—but I'd love to get your help, Motoya-kun—"

The scoff Sakusa lets out is loud, loud enough to make you wince. "You're dumb enough as it is, you don't need distractions," his words come slicing like knife. You sink in your seat.

Komori laughs awkwardly, giving you a smile—sheepish and apologetic—he's so kind, he's always so kind.

Sometimes you wonder how they're actually cousins; until you're reminded that Sakusa hadn't always been this mean to you. He had always been cautious, but he wasn't ever mean like he was out to get you at every ragged edge.

Somehow, though, the closer you got to him—past his defenses and indifference towards you—the meaner he's gotten.

You were like a moth to a flame, not in the sense that you were attracted to its light, but more so like being punished with burn after burn the closer you got.

But your feelings for Komori begged you at every instance to swallow the humiliation down, at each of Sakusa’s degrading remarks.

You take out your packed bento, wiping at the table with wipes before placing it down, the cousins moving to do the same out of adapted habit, until you notice Komori digging in his bag, eyebrows furrowed like he's confused.

"Motoya-kun? What's wrong?"

He turns to you, scratching at the back of his head, "I think I forgot my sanitizer."

You're quick on your hands, offering him yours without missing a beat and Sakusa's reminded of why he even likes you at all.

You were persistent with being able to stick around them. He thought that was remarkable. That you'd never been freaked out by his habits, you respected his space—something he couldn't say with the people who pushed and disregarded his boundaries. That instead of forcing him to adjust to you, you went out of your way for him to be comfortable with you around.

And he's flattered, really. He doesn't have to wonder if he had a chance with you because surely, he does.

Since he's so nice—nicer than a whore like you deserves, he'll let you know your feelings are reciprocated, then he'll fuck you, because surely, that's what you want… Right?

Then maybe, when you're finally his girlfriend, he can start training you to stop being such a flirty slut, that you belong only to him and that you’re nothing but his property.

But for now, he can settle with the warmth in his chest as he notices all the ways you try to get his attention.

Being with Sakusa is hard, even with Komori around, it was nerve wracking. Conversations with him weren't any easier, if anything, they were more dreadful.

When you ask Sakusa about tutoring you, you do it over lunch just so you avoid having to walk up to him alone. His answer is curt when he tells you to come over tomorrow, and that he’ll pick you up from your place; because you can try all you want to outsmart him, but he’d always catch on.

Because Sakusa was smart, and you were just you.

After lunch, you feel nothing but the dread bubbling in the pit of your stomach—churning and thrashing—because no matter how hard you try to push it down, the fact is that you’re actually scared of him.

Scared of the nitpicking he'll scrutinize you with—the way you sat, the way you looked at him, the way you trembled in his presence alone. You start thinking of what to wear, because even something as little as that can put him off—always commenting about how short your skirt is, how you're showing too much skin, how you're probably doing it on purpose.

But it's nothing you're not used to anymore.

So you tug on your fear, push it into a corner, and you tell yourself that Sakusa is mean, and condescending, and harsh, but he wouldn’t hurt you. You pick yourself up from the corner of your mind, and you repeat in your head like a mantra. Sakusa wouldn’t hurt you.

The ring of the bell breaks you out of your reverie. It reminds you that the day has almost ended, and that it felt like a blink faster than it should’ve been. Still, you pull on your things, gathering them to leave the classroom slowly emptying out.

You make a small sound of surprise when your eyes dart over to the door, where Komori stood, an anxious smile on his lips. He looks like he's been waiting for you, making your heart hammer against your chest like it wants to leap out.

Face-flushed and giddy, you walk towards him.

“Hey, Motoya-kun. What’s up?” You smile, all sweet and bright-eyed. From the pit of Komori’s stomach, something flutters. You only ever look like this when your eyes are on him; he thinks he wants to keep it to himself.

He brings a hand up to his hair, lightly scratching at the back of his head with a nervous smile, and it’s awkward in an adorable sort of way. He’s walking beside you along the corridor, it’s slow and the bit of silence between you is calm.

“Ah, well…” He starts, gaze flickering to the floor and back to you indecisively, “I was wondering if I could ask you to the newly opened café tomorrow. A-after you study with Sakusa-kun, of course,” He stutters a bit, offering you a boyish grin.

It so nearly pulls a squeak out of you, surprised in the most love struck sort of way. Your heart beats out of your chest unlike the way Sakusa makes you feel.

Your heart hammers out of fear of him—but with Komori, it's nothing but pleasant and warm and intoxicating.

Your smile is instantaneous; it comforts Komori as your lips part.

"I'd love to," you answer him softly, though an octave higher.

Sakusa finds you both like this, shyly smiling at each other like lovesick doves. There's nothing pure about you, you shouldn't be smiling that way. Especially not at the face of his cousin.

"Oi," he calls out, even through the face mask, his annoyance seeps into your skin and makes you feel small.

The blood that had rushed to your cheeks dries you pale at the glare he gives you.

"Coach is looking for you, Komori," he follows, yet never taking his eyes off of you.

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N!"

Sakusa takes another step closer to you the moment Komori's out of sight. Your grip on your bag tightening, instinctively taking a step backwards.

The action alone makes him practically sneer with you cowering in response.

"Disgusting," he mutters, brimming with venom. "There's nothing I hate more than girls who throw themselves at any guy they see."

Maybe it's the sheer malice in his voice, or the way your eyes catch how his hand moves up—but you flinch, like expecting a hit to come across your cheek.

The pain never comes and when your eyelids flutter open, you're met with hard eyes the color of obsidian yet gleaming with a newfound resolve despite his furrowed eyebrows that suggested hitting you was far from the origin of his intentions.

Without a word, Sakusa walks away from you with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket.

You let your body slump against the wall. His eyes burn in the back of your head, almost like they’re warning you.

Right before you head to bed, your phone chimes once, then twice and it’s bittersweet. One from Komori, telling you he’s excited to see you tomorrow, and one from Sakusa—not beating around the bush, it says nothing but ‘9 AM.’

It’s firm and unyielding. Even as your head hits the pillow, forcing your eyes shut, sleep doesn’t come easy—not even at the thought of seeing Komori on a date.

It’s not the sunlight peeking in between your curtains that wake you, nor the sound of birds chirping outside your window. Instead, it’s the ache in your body acting like a bad omen. Nevertheless, you drag your body out of bed.

Your stomach churns but you get ready for the day.

You think the next hour couldn’t come any quicker, because you’re fidgeting on the balls of your feet and somehow, there’s goosebumps rising against your bare skin.

Your phone blinks back at you with a minute before nine o’clock but you already hear the knock on your door. Your breathing halts even as you move hurriedly to open it—and even when the air hits you as you find Sakusa on your doorstep.

You feel his eyes wander, from the very top of your head, down to your feet, and he mutters, “You look nice today.”

The blush that creeps on your cheeks is only natural. Compliments in any form that came from Sakusa were hard to come by—only because they were compliments in the most genuine, honest of ways.

Sakusa is mean, and if you were more honest with yourself, he’s a bully. But Sakusa, mean or not, is still Komori’s cousin; so you give him a smile, palms going clammy.

“Thank you, Sakusa-kun…” You trail off, hesitating on your next words, “You look nice today, too.”

And he does. The dark color of his clothes complimented his pale skin and dark, curly hair, and despite being covered by the mask, his pristine beauty seems to gleam through. Even seemingly unfazed, his gaze on you softens by a fraction.

As abrupt as it appeared, he’s already turning away, “Hurry up,” he quips, but his voice is softer because you look nice today were words that confessed his truest feelings—the ones that reminded him he’s so in love with you and that you’re the cause of warmth in chest.

Even when you strut around trying to get Komori to like you, Sakusa doesn’t attempt to deny the feelings he harbored, because you look nice today, too should mean something, shouldn’t it?

You know you’re dressed up for your date with Komori, but Sakusa doesn’t know that; so in that moment, he appreciates you. For once, there isn't one insult that lingers in his tongue or even in his head as he walks slowly.

Sakusa is nice today, you note as he keys the lock to his place. He had awkwardly placed his hand on the small of your back on the short walk it took from your place to his, guiding you along the sidewalk.

You've only been to his place once or twice, both times were with Komori, so you weren't familiar with the directions. The walk was silent, and in his silence, you found a reason to relax—just enough to make you think that this might go well.

Despite all awkwardness, Sakusa is forward. Seeing you sat on his couch so comfortably, the skirt of your dress riding up slightly, does nothing to hold back his urge to keep his hands on you.

It's a good thing he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself now, right? Since you like him so much, you'd let him fuck you now… Right?

Sakusa's movements are sly, that's why you don't question how he walks closer towards you, sitting so, so close to you—that's why you choke on the lump in your throat when his hand shoots out to grab you by the wrist, pulls you in, then presses his lips on yours.

The second that passes is only because you couldn't wrap your head around Sakusa—lips pressed against yours and body so close.

But the next second, you're pushing him off roughly enough to stop him and he's looking at you confused.

"Sakusa-kun, I think you misunderstood—I like, I like Motoya-kun, I didn't mean to—this is—" you're trampling over your words, looking at him with panicked eyes.

Sakusa mutes out the sound of your voice, all he can hear is the beating in his chest and the ache of it—the sound of his heart dropping to his stomach. He should’ve known.

All the softness in his eyes are gone. His hand, still wrapped around your wrist, gripping tighter and tighter; your heart skipping obnoxiously against your chest. Something about the way he's looking at you now petrifies you.

His silence feels deadlier than his destructive words, deadlier when you wince at his grip, whimpering, "Sakusa, you're hurting me—please," and still, he doesn't let up.

Not when he's roughly tugging you from the couch, taking your arm with a bruising grip, then he's hauling you somewhere. You thrash, panicked pleas calling out to him and apologies he doesn't deserve but you offer him anyway. All your protests are rewarded when he halts, turning to you without a hint of remorse, pushing you to the floor—his foot comes to your side, kicking you with a force that knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Bile is rising up your throat, coughing and arms shooting to your stomach to protect yourself. Scared feels too small of a word to describe the feeling that looms over you as he takes your arm again, dragging your curled up body.

Sakusa shoves you inside a room, even as you flail around and beg for help, his face remains impassive; whatever force you’re putting in the way you try to break free from his hold is futile. Of course he’s stronger. Of course, but you can’t possibly accept this, can you?

You made Sakusa yearn—disgustingly grapple on his feelings so needlessly, and nothing, he thinks, could be more unforgivable.

So he secures you on the bed, bound and within his claws, for you to take responsibility for the yearning you've planted inside of him.

"S-Sakusa, please," your begging sounds like a whimper. "I-I won't tell anyone! N-not even Motoya-ku—!"

You hear ringing in your ears before feeling the sting across your cheek. From inside your mouth, you can taste metal.

"You won't tell anyone either way," he mutters apathetically, like the idea of you telling anyone isn't a threat, "No one would believe you…"

He pauses, gaze on you hardening for a second, "You don't want Komori finding out you only got close to him because you wanted me, right?"

The sound of disbelief that escapes you is small, even the wide-eyed betrayal that flashes in your eyes does nothing to make him even pity you.

"You–I, I didn't—"

At your stuttering, Sakusa clicks his tongue, "You're such a dumb girl you don't even know what you want."

"That's not true, Sakusa—"

He glares down on you. The bed dips, bracketing your body between his knees, hovering over you, then leaning forward. His hands move slowly as if caressing you before grabbing your hair with a stinging tug.

The fear pooling your eyes only makes him even angrier.

"I hate that face," he grits out, "Always looking at me all scared, then you look at Komori like a shy innocent bitch, it pisses me off."

Pretty as you are, he lands another hit across your cheek—hard enough that you can feel a cut on your cheek trickling down with blood, the side of your ear going deaf. You’re not sure anymore if it was a slap or a punch—all that you know is that it hurts. Your vision is blurred when you open your eyes, but even through them, the insanely expressionless eyes of Sakusa are clear.

It dawns on Sakusa that you wouldn’t date him. Of course you wouldn’t. Sluts like you go for guys like Komori—so he’d just have to take you by force, make you date him by force, make you love him by force.

Besides, you look prettier forced, he observes. Your face tear-stained and bloody makes his cock throb in his pants. With your body weak underneath him, so helpless that it disgusts him and fuels him with desire all at once.

Something about your weakness, the innocence that spills from you contradicting his firm idea that you’re a dirty whore makes him livid. He pictures you painted with bruises and cuts, the image sending a shiver down his spine. Clenched fists pull back, only to land on your sides, on the same places he kicked you.

What makes you feel sick at the stomach more than the abuse he inflicts on you is the way Sakusa’s movements lack hesitation as his hands travel to your bare thighs.

"W-what are you doing?”

It's disgusting. Women like you are disgusting. You lead him on just so you can take advantage of his feelings like this—that even if he knew better, he'd still soften up for you.

It's you who lured him into this, he almost sneers at the thought. You were truly vile, and yet he loves you all the same—wants you all to himself all the same.

"Omi?' You breathe, frightened. The nickname falls affectionately, though, putting all your hope into it, wishing it would tug on his heart enough for him to let you go.

“Let’s talk about this, Omi? Please?” You cry, searching for his eyes—the ones trained on your thighs as he glides his hands against them, your dress bunched up to your hips revealing your baby pink panties. Your sobs only grow louder as he goes further up, going on as if he’s in a trance where he can’t hear you groveling at him to stop.

Strong, calloused hands stop at the band of your panties, fingers hooking, and only then does he look back up at you. Dark eyes drown you as he tugs them down torturously slow, exposing you to him in your most vulnerable state.

The same second you attempt to force your legs shut, comes a biting pain on the inside of your thighs, instantly blooming his handprint at the force. Your mouth opens to wail at the pain, but it’s the same wail that Sakusa swallows as he brings his lips to yours with a kiss so treacherously passionate.

Sakusa pulls away quickly though, eyeing your bare cunt, he brings his fingers to your slit, experimentally rubbing up and down and your response is immediate, somehow. Your slick gathers on his fingers, body squirming from beneath him.

“K-Kiyoomi, it feels weird—stop, please,” yet your hips buck into his fingers as he prods at your tight hole, “Don’t—Not there—N-no one has touched—”

He lifts an eyebrow, “You’re a virgin?” His question sounding more of a comment, because the hesitant nod you give him is almost needless when you hiss at the intrusion of his digit pushing inside of you; your walls clamping down on it, body tensing, he brings a thumb to your clit, circling with enough pressure to make it feel good.

And it’s wrong. So wrong, but it feels good because you’re moaning against your will, whimpering at the curl of his finger and at the additional finger he’s slowly sinking into you.

The stretch is uncomfortable and foreign. Nothing is in Sakusa’s mind but at the thought of you absolutely untouched, absolutely all for him to ruin. Your body instinctively leaning to his, submitting to his ministrations—fingers scissoring and pushing in and out of your pussy, the sound of your slick echoing in your ears as if to taunt you, but your legs are trembling, your gasps are broken and there’s a pressure in your pelvis about to snap.

“You’re so filthy,” he mutters, but he looks at you like you’re the farthest thing from filthy, and his comment is exactly what makes you break, eyes rolling to the back of your skull and cunt creaming around his fingers pathetically.

You feel so dirty, especially at the sound of your slick as he pulls his fingers out and shoves them inside your mouth—the taste of you tainting your tongue. Shaking your head profusely, you beg him with your eyes, “No more—please, I don’t want this.” you weep, muffled.

“Suck,” he commands, but your defiance is clear before you even shake your head, so he pushes his fingers down further, choking you until you gag and find it hard to breathe.

“Suck,” he repeats, and you relent.

Watching you suck messily on his fingers, drool and tears disheveling you, dried blood sticking to your skin, he frees his twitching cock out of its constraints.

Though hazy, your eyes catch it, the thickness of his cock—hard and flushed at the tip—your hands tugging at your restraints feebly making you panic and choke on his fingers, nearly biting down on them.

He’s quick to pull them out, glaring down at you with dark eyes, jaw ticking as his hands curl into fists; knowing what’s to come doesn’t prepare you any more at the excruciating pain of his abuse, even more so at his length pressing against your wet folds—cockhead nudging your puffy clit and making your cunt drool on him.

Both hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them to your chest. The pain on your face numbs at the sensation of him prodding on your entrance, ripping you apart and increasing the pain—your head throbs as he stretches your cunt with his fat cock, barely giving you time to adjust as he starts to move slowly despite your tense walls barely allowing him.

He curses as he ruts into you, bathing in your cries and moans, violating and invading the entirety of you. The pleasure of feeling you and having you just like this seeps into his bones, turning his languid thrusts more desperate.

“You make desperation look so pretty,” he groans, “You’re making such a mess, you like being forced like this?”

He insults you, but you’re everything he always wanted and more—the taste of your skin as he sucks marks onto your neck as if you were his to own, the clenching and humiliating sound of your cunt squelching as he pounds into you and grunts against your skin. His cock throbs inside you and drags along your velvety walls deliciously; all you can think is that you hate this.

Pressure, pain, the drowning pleasure of Sakusa all over you and inside you don’t allow you to retreat to the back of your head and forget. Not with the burning euphoria building up in your stomach or the moan that slips from your lips as Sakusa brings one of your legs down, bringing his hand to your breasts and thumb swiping around your sensitive nipples.

“O-Omi, please,” you sob, weak and submissive—just how you should be. Your nails dig into your palms, arms aching from your restraints. “I-I’m gonna—I think I—”

“Y-you really are a whore,” he spits, voice strained yet patronizing, still. “Do it, then. Cum on my cock.”

His hand moves in between your thighs, fingers pressing and rubbing circles on your clit as you cry out, tight walls clamping down on him and stuttering his already sloppy thrusts, your arousal running down his length and down to his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

Your moans come out as squeals of his name, your back arching and breath catching in your throat, vision going white as he continues to fuck into you.

His breathing is ragged, moving to bury his face into the crook of your neck in an odd show of affection, your swollen cunt pulsating around his cock as he suddenly stills, his low groan vibrating against your skin as he empties inside you.

You want to cry—but nothing comes out, all you can feel is the bruises on your skin, Sakusa’s cock buried deep inside you and his cum leaking from your abused hole, the stickiness and the sweat.

Maybe Sakusa’s right. Maybe you are disgusting, because as he peels himself from you, thinking it’s all over—Sakusa doesn’t undo the ties keeping you on the bed.

He reaches towards the bedside table, grabbing his phone. The sound of the shutter going off once, twice, over and over with the camera directed at you pulls your soul out of you.

“Omi—?” Your question remains a lump in your throat, but Sakusa is smart. He doesn’t need to hear your question.

“You’re my girlfriend now…” He mutters carelessly, “but I’m sure you don’t want Komori to see how you like to be fucked, right?”

[pourcap]

thoughts: cp chapter 6

'Your master seems kind,’ said Erasmus. ????????

damen is so nice :( also i love his interpretation of justice; i feel like he'd be a great king

'Were you?’ said Damen, with some interest. (...) He could hear the approval saturating his own voice. He felt it shift the dynamic between them. He might as well have said, Good boy. aaaand he's horny again

oh. i feel so bad for erasmus and the other slaves. vere is brutal.

why does the regent even have slaves if he doesn't take any of them to bed?? like, he could just let them be free and save them from harm if he has no use for them. also, it's kind of hypocritical that he's so concerned about laurent's behavior towards damen when he's allowing his people to abuse his slaves as well.

'You talk like a master. But you are a slave, like I am.' i feel like damen should be a bit more careful lol

ugh govart.

i hate everyone in vere :)

He wanted to face Kastor, his brother, and ask him, man to man, why he had done what he had done. damen :( even after kastor's betrayal, he's still not resentful enough to not want to talk to his brother :(

Damen was not fit for that company. Damen was not fit to eat the leavings from the table. Radel, having made his point at satisfactory length, left. i still hate radel.

ohhh laurent is back

He set his jaw as Laurent slowly paced around him, as though simply interested in viewing him from all angles. Laurent stepped mincingly over the chain that lay slack on the ground, completing his tour. laurent is soooo condescending

‘Obedience,’ said Damen. ohhhh smart

'One of the handlers took a heated iron from the fire to test whether the slave would obey an order to stay silent while he used it.' what is wrong with people in vere.

There was a long silence. Laurent’s expression had changed. (...) as though he had encountered something that did not make sense. 'You would really sacrifice your pride over the fate of a handful of slaves?’ *gasp* damen is not dim-witted barbaric akielon but actually a compassionate, reasonable human being??

'Whereas pure Akielos is free of treachery? The heir dies on the same night as the King and it is merely coincidence that smiles on Kastor?’ said Laurent, silkily. well. he has a point there.

nooooo

govart ruins everything.

i still don't understand why laurent hates his uncle so much

like, for the most part, his uncle seems sensible?? there are things i don't understand (like what i said above) but compared to laurent, he seems fine?? at least not as prone to violence even though he, as laurent's uncle, also lost family to the war with akielos. idk.

as usual, i am confused :')

[yionji]

Open wide

A/N: So i got insipired by this today,so here I go.

Tags: Vibrators,smut,humillation,denigrated reader,slut shaming,hair pulling,rough,denigration,piss kink,hits,personal use,deepthroat,overstimulation,forced stimulation, personal use,someone hearing,big cock,forced wetting,urine,cum inside,dirty talk,blowjobs,human,stepping on reader clit, toilet,light mind break,semi passed out,sub reader,pubics hair,urine retention,gaggin,crying.

Pairings: Getou x f!reader

Summary: Getou is obbsesed with y/n so he start being possesive.

“Well, if you’re so terrified of someone overhearing us…” Getou said, his voice lower than previously. “We could always go somewhere more private.” You didn’t even agree with or deny his statement, still, he just started walking away, with you following like some obedient dog

You were still in your academy uniform, he was playing with you for a long time, he even put a vibrator in your pussy everything you did was under his control, he always had fun speeding you up very fast in serious situations. He lead you back to your dorm room, halting in front of the door and making you open it. Once the two of you were inside, he closed the door behind him.

With a simple flick of his wrist, Getou dialled the vibrator up to its highest setting. You barely bit back a squeal and your knees buckle. You were panting and shaking, not daring enough to look him in the eye right now. It was too much, you were so sensitive it nearly hurt. Shame thrummed in your veins with his gaze burning holes into you, yet it just served to make you more aroused, your thighs impatiently rubbing together. Despite how the stimulation was driving you crazy, it was even worse once he turned it off and you whined in protest.

“I don’t think you should be complaining right now,” He said in a voice a little too cheery for this situation as he took another step towards you. “You should feel lucky I’m even considering putting my hands on such a filthy mutt .” In any other situation those comments would’ve made you upset or annoyed, now it sent a pang of arousal between your legs.

Getou gave you a harsh shove, which sent you falling to your knees. The impact hurt, but with the pleasure still clouding your mind, it only made you let out a weak moan, now he was the one looking down at you. You felt pathetic and small, slick dripping from your abused hole. You’d been kept on edge for such a while now, the only thing you could think of was that you just wanted to come already.

“Now that’s more like it!” He turned the vibrator on its lowest setting and you shuddered. It wasn’t enough to get you anywhere close to an orgasm, nonetheless, it was way better than nothing at all. Getou pushed your legs slightly apart, shoving his foot against your clothed crotch. "Ooh the smell of your pussy is so disgusting it gets up here, it makes me want to fuck you" he exclaim with a deep voice and a smile.

You immediately began grinding against it but because of your position, it was hard to get any actual relief from it. He just snickered, clearly revelling in your pitiful display.

“God, even I couldn’t have imagined how much of a whore you actually are. You’re like bitch in heat,” The words cut at you and made you whimper pathetically as his foot applied more pressure. “But I’m getting a bit bored here, you’re the one having all the fun!” Judging by the bulge in his pants he was definitely enjoying this, yet you kept your mouth shut. Nevertheless, a small smile spread over your lips. With your flushed skin and shivering form, it looked coyer than you meant it too.

“What are you smiling at, stupid slut? Didn’t I just say it? I’m. Bored. Do something to entertain me!”

“Well, uh,” It was hard to think straight, given the state you were in. The vibrator was still buzzing away, giving you just enough pleasure to feel good but never enough to get you to cum. You couldn’t really get creative right now. “What do you want me to do?...”

Getou sneered at you, one of his hands grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging harshly on it. A moan was ripped from your throat, pain and pleasure mingling together. “Do I have to think of everything for you? You can’t even think of a way to distract me momentarily?” He huffed, digging his shoes against your clothed clit painfully. “You really are only good enough as a wet hole for me to fuck.”

Keeping his fingers tied into your hair, he uses his other hand to unzip his pants. His dick is hard and leaking from the tip when he pulls it out.  “Open wide!” He said with a deep voice, before shoving his cock into your mouth. Getou didn’t give you any time to adjust or to let yourself relax, instead making you gag by immediately thrusting. You couldn’t breathe and tears welled up in your eyes. He kept your head in place by keeping a tight grip on your hair, his fingernails digging into your skin. This wasn’t a blowjob, no, he was using your mouth as a fleshlight.

Getou was anything except quiet, moans and grunts constantly falling from his lips and the sounds coming out of your mouth were loud and sloppy, Getou was so entertained playing with your mouth that he was distracted from what was going on around him that he didn't realize that gojo was listening to everything from outside your room.

"Maybe I can use y/n later for myself" he said quietly to himself.

Getou continue,though you weren’t sure if they were all real, or he was just acting at some points. “Ahh- You must do this soooo often, rright?” He panted out, smirking down at you. “I bet you’d suck a-anyone off if they asked!”

Your teeth scrape against the underside and he actually let out a high pitched whine. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full and you weren’t almost suffocating, you would’ve laughed.

He didn’t appear to like it as much, however, he dug his shoe against your pussy. Hard, practically digging in. Getou was still fucking your mouth, though his hips were starting to stutter, and his foot moved because of it. Now, he was putting a lot of stress on your bladder more than anywhere else. You’d been too strung up to use the bathroom for a while and with this weight, you were sure you’d piss yourself if this was kept up for too long.

But you were unable to speak while he was still fucking your mouth, so you couldn’t tell him what was wrong. Any attempt you made merely sent vibrations up his cock, making him moan appreciatively. You hollow out your cheeks and are rewarded with a sharp moan and another tug at your hair as he hits the back of your throat. Your legs shook with the effort of keeping it in.

A gush of urine escaped at a particular harsh movement and once it started, there was no way you were able to stop it. The stream made an audible hissing sound, making an embarrassed flush rise to your cheeks. Your body sent mixed signals to rush through you, both bliss and utter humiliation and you shivered in confused pleasure. The heat was trapped in your skirt for a few moments before it leaked through, turning your skirt a darker shade and allowing a small puddle to form beneath you. On one side you wanted to curl up and never open your eyes again, but the relief felt just as amazing as an orgasm could have. Tears streamed down your cheeks because of the conflicting emotions.

You didn’t, couldn’t, look him in the eye as he stilled his hips and almost pulled out completely, allowing you to breathe again and to make the blurry edges of your vision return to normal. This surely had to be the end of it, right? He couldn’t possibly be into this, he would actually get grossed out and leave. Honestly, you didn’t want that to happen, the thought of it making you nauseous.

Getou had been brought into a stunned silence, a blank expression overtaking his features. He blinked once, twice. You were about to mutter out an apology and usher him to leave so you could clean up, nonetheless, before you were able to do that, he let out a low hum and the familiar, condescending smirk returned to him. Looking up at him, his cheeks were red and his breaths were stuttery and quick.        

Could it be?...

“I’d say you almost look pretty when you’re crying,” Every thought is robbed away again as his hips make contact with your face once more and he let out a cackle. “B-but you look prettier sucking on my dick~!” It only took him a few thrusts, with your throat constricting around him further with every movement, before he finished inside you without warning, grunting loudly as he did so. You didn’t have much of a choice except swallowing.

He pulled his veiny cock out of you again.

"You know men have a certain urge to pee after they finish," you couldn't believe what you were hearing, could you?

Without a squeak he grabbed you roughly by the hair making you swallow his cock again and the tip of his head hit the back of your throat, you star gagging and crying so much more than before.

"Shh, shhh" Getou said as he pressed your head with his hips, your nose tickled his pubic hairs, he smelled so great.

Getou took a long breath and you began to feel a liquid running down your throat and into your stomach.

He let out a breath of relief and a grunt and continued to pee until he finished and looked down to see your face.

"You really look good sucking my cock, y/n" He let go of you roughly causing you to bang your head against the wall, only to hear the sound of his pants buckling.

"You're such a grear human toilet,my human toilet"

You coughed and wheezed for air once he finally fully released you, glad that air was freely available. Your head hurt and your throat felt scratchy and sore, the fabric of your plants clinging against your skin. Basically, you were a disgusting mess. Once you returned to reality.

“Good luck cleaning, whore!” He called out while glancing over his shoulder for the last time. “See you next time!” Then, he slammed your door shut. You simply continued to sit there for a few seconds, brain still struggling to comprehend that all of that had actually happened.

Well, that definitely was an experience.

<3

[beidousbunny]

❤︎ Good little fox ❤︎

Atsumu Miya x reader

warnings: dom reader, master kink, praise kink, light overstimulation, degradation

❤︎ Foxboy atsumu is such a good little sub

❤︎ He always calls u master 🥺 it’s the least he can do since u took him in!!

❤︎ Praise him constantly; he’s so devoted to u 🥺

❤︎ His tail and ears are so so soft

❤︎ Soooo sensitive!! His ears are a major sensitive point for him, same thing with his tail

❤︎ Not that bratty, but he loooooves to tease

❤︎ Any amount of pleasure knocks the brat and tease right out of him, he’s just so sensitive

You opened the door to you and Atsumu’s shared apartment, a smile creeping its way onto your features when you saw the familiar blonde hair and fluffy ears peeking over the couch in the living room.

His ears perked up at the noise of you entering, looking over his shoulder and smirking at you.

“Heyyy Master~” Atsumu purred, draping himself over the couch, his tail swishing behind him sensually.

“Hey, Tsumu.” You replied, plopping down next to him. You patted your lap in a gesture to beckon him closer, which made him close his eyes and smile, humming in happiness. He quickly snuggled up, softly nuzzling into your arm.

“How was yer day, Master?” Atsumu asked, quietly yessing when you began to pet his hair.

“Pretty good, my little minx.” You teased, moving your hand up to stroke at his ears.

“H-Haaah...” Atsumu breathed, fidgeting as he pushed into your touch.

Your hand retreated, much to Atsumu’s dismay. Two could play the teasing game.

“Ya know, Master...” Atsumu began, leaning back and pushing his face into the couch, arching his ass up and swaying his tail back forth tantalizingly, honeyed feline eyes staring up at you hazed and droopy, “I reaaally missed ya~” He purred.

“Did you, pretty boy?” You asked, grabbing both ears and stroking the tips with your thumbs.

“Mhmm...” He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure, biting his bottom lip as he sighed and purred under your touch.

After each stroke he wiggled his hips more, a silent plea, and you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Yer—yer— gonna fuuuck... me, right Master?” Atsumu whined, the desperation in his voice making you bite down on your lip.

“Is that what you want baby?” You feigned a pout, rubbing his ears harder, “You want Master to take real good care of you?” You smirked.

Atsumu panted at the sensation from his sensitive ears, only panting harder when your hand slid down his face to his lips, breathing out ‘yes’ when you dragged his bottom lip down.

“Open.” You commanded, smirking when he lolled his tongue out for you. You grabbed it in between your thumb and forefinger, relishing in the way his hot pants became heavier. A deep blush had spread across his cheeks, and his hazy eyes made him look oh so needy. What kind of a Master would you be to deny him the pleasure he needed?

“You know what Master wants, go ahead and get ready for me.”

Atsumu’s lips curled into a smirk, his tongue slithering back into his mouth, teasingly running it over his sharp canines, “Oh, anything for my Master~” He purred, walking his hands back in between his legs, sitting up. He bit his lip and winked, cooing, “Don’t keep me waiting~” As he slinked away towards your shared bedroom.

You grinned and followed suit, walking into the bedroom and heading for the closet, where your shared box of sex toys are. You pulled out the strap on, stripping yourself of clothes before stepping into the harness and fastening it around your hips.

You closed the door to the closet, turning back around to see Atsumu sprawled across the bed, wearing nothing but sheer black thigh highs clipped to a lacy black garter belt.

“Look at you, gorgeous little thing...” you cooed, sliding your hands around his muscular thighs.

“Such a good boy dressing up for me, hm?”

Atsumu’s thighs squeezed together at the nickname and your erotic tone, “Yes...” he whimpered.

“Yes what?” You asked, teasingly running your index finger up his length.

“Yes! I’m a good boy!” He mewled, so hypersensitive and needy from all the petting earlier.

You spit into your palm and began to rub his cock up and down, causing him to moan out loudly.

“Oh fuck yes, ughh~” Atsumu cursed, thrusting his hips up to fuck into your fist.

“So needy tonight...” You cooed, taking away your hand and looking down at his hole.

“Oh my, did you already prep yourself for me Tsumu?” You asked, stroking a finger over the slick hole, before pressing it in.

“Mmm...” He nodded, eyes fluttering.

You thrusted your finger in and out a few times, making sure he was prepared.

“You want Master to fuck your pretty little hole, Tsumu?” You asked, tone teetering on condescending.

“N-Nah... what if I don’t want it tonight?” He teased, his words not matching the hard leaking cock pressed against his stomach, or the sweet whines he’s been letting out since you got home.

“Then I guess you won’t get it.” You sighed, pretending to reach for the unfastener at your hip.

“H-Hey! I was just jokin’ with ya...” Atsumu pouted, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Get over here and fuck me!” He whined, brushing his soft tail against your thigh.

“Ah, ah, ah...” You chided, sliding a hand up his torso and towards his chest. You reached one of his rosy nipples and began to rub in slow teasing circles with your index finger.

His jaw fell open in a quiet whine, cutting him off before he could snap back.

“C’mon baby,” You urged, your hand sliding up to play with one of his ears, “What do we say?”

“P-aaahh... please...” He whimpered.

“Good boy.” You said, pulling back to line up with his hole.

“Not fair, asshole.” Atsumu grumbled, his ears tucking back in annoyance.

“Anything is fair game when it’s with you, Tsumu.” You replied.

You grabbed the dildo and began sinking in, pleased when you heard him let out a shakey breath.

Atsumu bit down on his trembling bottom lip, sharp canines digging into the pink flesh. His ears shot up as you began to reach deeper inside of him.

He shivered when you finally bottomed out, already desperately rolling his hips for more friction. He squeezed his eyes shut, impatiently waiting for you to move.

“I’m gonna start moving okay pretty boy?” You said, stroking his thigh with your thumb.

He hummed needily, nodding.

You started to thrust in and out, a slow and deep pace to ease him into the fast and rough to come later. You plunged in hard, almost reaching where he wanted.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Master!” He mewled, his yes rolling back, one of his ears flicking and twitching at the pleasure he was receiving. “Faster, please!” He pleaded.

“What a good boy, taking my cock so well.” You praised, petting his hair and ears, cooing as he leaned into your touch and looked up at you with a rosy face and teary eyes. His tongue began to hang out, panting and mewling at all the different pleasure he was feeling.

“Master ya feel so good!” Atsumu cried, having a moment of clarity before going back to panting like crazy.

“Yeah?” You asked, thrusting harder, “Feeling good, pretty boy?”

He nodded rapidly, barely able to form words.

“Hold your legs open for me, be a good boy.” You ordered, the hot, demanding tone making him grip the back of his knees and hold himself open for you. He immediately mewled at the newfound deepness, you finding it your opportunity to thrust into him even faster.

“Are you gonna be my good boy?” You asked, and he whined in response, “Gonna cum nice and pretty for me and give it all to your Master?”

He nodded weakly, his tongue now fully out and his breath was coming out in hot pants.

“Say it,” You hissed, grabbing his cock tightly enough to add pressure, “Or I won’t let you cum.”

He whined at this, “No!” He hissed.

“F-Fuuuck, I’ll be so so good,” Atsumu moaned, slurring his words from the intense pleasure and harsh rocking of his body, “I’ll be a good boy for you please, please Master, I need to cum!” He mewled, ears flicking and tail twitching.

“That’s my good little slut.” You praised, diving into him faster, beginning to pump his length along with your brutal thrusts.

“Oh, fuck~!” He squealed, throwing his head back, his eyes fluttering, “Fuck yes, Master! Make me cum, m’gonna cum!” Atsumu cried.

“That’s a good boy, cum for Master.” You commanded in a honeyed voice.

Atsumu let out one final mewl, eyes rolling into the back of his head, his eyelids with pretty thick eyelashes fluttering, his back arching, a shiver running up his tail, one ear flicking while the other stayed pointed up. He had never looked so pretty.

You stroked him through his intense orgasm, only stopping after his hips began to stutter and he whined from the overstimulation.

You pulled out slowly, reaching up to his messy blonde hair and fluffy ears. You stroked him softly, smiling at the way he panted from the post sex euphoria.

“Good little fox.”