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How to Dom Genshin Men 101

Summary - Tips, tricks, and the unofficial guide of how to dominate genshin men in bed. ( Not really- just tips and a quick sneak peak )

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Albedo / Diluc / Kaeya / Childe / Kazuha / Venti / Zhongli / Dainsleif / Scaramouche

Warnings - NSFW ( edging, overstimulation, penetration, pegging, foreplay, bondage, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, fingering, heavy dom, punishment, cunnilingus, blowjob )

A/N - “How to dominate Genshin Woman,” is up next ;)

Mentions - @clouds-rambles I saw you wanted someone to tag you for a post with Kazuha or Venti content :) sorry if it was comfort you were looking for tho- ;-;

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Kaeya needs to be told he will be fucked. That you’re going to throw him on the bed and have your way with him. With the blue headed cavalry captain, communication is the key to seducing him into your bidding. Kaeya naturally can be submissive, but he often prefers to take control, so you’ll have to keep firm with him.

Rub his thighs while you whisper into his ear all your dirty little plans. The contact will catch his attention, and he’ll grow hard at the thought of you taking control.

But be careful.

As much as Kaeya can be a bratty sub, he is equally teasing and capable of taking control again. You need to stick hard with your decision, and never falter into his words. Keep him on edge, control his orgasm, make him long for you.

“Y/n… please… I cant take it any longer.”

Kaeya in general is open to many things, so bondage and many kinks are open to him. Use them to keep him blinded in ecstasy and want, until all he can do is whine out your name.

Degrade him.

Play with his hair as he shakes for the orgasm, and pull at his locks when he tries to get off when you pull back. You need to remind him constantly that you’re in control, that he does your bidding and that your words are law.

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The room was hot, sweat dripping down your neck as you loomed over Kaeya’s toned chest. But the warmth was hardly a bother with the view in front of view, whimpers and grunts escaping the man’s lips as he clenched the white silk bedsheets.

“Y/n,” he breathed, head crushed into the bedsheets by your hand that gripped his neck. You only squeezed his throat tighter, making him flinch and unable to speak. All he could do was try to meet your uneven pace and throw his hips up in an idle attempt to orgasm.

He should’ve known better.

Because you drew up when he was close, lifting your wet dripping pussy from the slick coated juices that covered his dick. Leaving his erect and overstimulated length throbbing as he cried out.

“I decide when you get to cum,” was your only reply, harsh and strict against his lustful desperate eyes. “I am the one in control of your needy little dick right now, so dont even try to find out what I’ll do if you do it without my permission.”

He could only nod, tears welling up in his eyes when you slammed back down on his dick. The obedient way he melted into you making you loosen the grip on his neck, slowly trailing your hand down his chest. Hand settling on his abs as you bounced on his dick, pace getting quicker.

“Cum you slut.”

His seed filled your hole, and his hands clenched into fists as the wave of pleasure washed over him. He curled his toes at the edge of the bed, knees and thighs shaking when you sank back down on his dick. He was reduced to a mewling mess, unable to form proper words.

“You didn’t think we were done did you?”

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Quick Tip - Touch his chest, especially his nipples. He was his window exposed to the cold air after all~ its sensitive and the contact there with the one on his dick will have him trembling.

Diluc doesnt know how to be anything but dominant in his sex life. He’s unlikely ever had the chance to be at someones complete and utter mercy. In a way, he liked it like that, he likes control better than the unknown. But he trusts you, openly submitting himself to you when you ask. Cause thats all you have to do when it comes to Diluc, ask with a pouty face and a “pretty please?” And its yours.

Diluc probably got the idea that you’d be gentle with him because of your words. Maybe it was your soft expression, or just the way you patted his shoulder and told him he’d enjoy it, you promised.

But you were anything but gentle.

Actually, he’ll likely try to avoid looking at you directly because he might feel ashamed for looking so vulnerable. Scared that you might find him disgusting or revulsive in the state that he’s crying and begging for your touch.

With Diluc, praise him.

Tell him how good he’s doing, how hot he looks all wet and hard for you. Talking about what you’re going to do to him also turns him on, stroke his dick and whisper into his ear how you’ll be pounding it in your pussy.

“So g-good… dont stop… d-dont…”

“Magic word ‘Luc,” you whispered slyly into his ear.

“Please…” he whined almost immediately. “Please, please… p-please-”

But once you start, you’re in complete and utter control.

Unlike Kaeya, he wont be able to turn the tables on you if he feels like it. Being at someones mercy is so thrilling, and all he can do is think about how to make you tell him he’s doing good.

He’ll do everything you ask without hesitation.

A good boy just for you.

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“Sensitive,” you remarked smoothly as the pads on your fingers rubbed Diluc’s cock. You were gentle, slow and torturous as you rubbed the tip and drank in the boy’s muffled gasps and cries.

Diluc was face down on the bed, hands grasping the pillow and just about shoving it in his face. His hips bucked everytime you touched his needy dick, toes digging into the blanket to support him in any kind of way.

You hovered over his quivering body, a smirk plastered over your face at the feeling of euphoria this gave you. Diluc was never a bottom, and it felt so good to know that it was you who was changing that.

‘He’s so cute being so submissive too…’

Ass up in the air as if begging you to suck his cock, to do anything instead of teasing him with your fingers. Adorable attempt, but if he wanted to be sucked off, he needed to vocally beg for it, plead and whine for your mouth.

You pressed another kiss against his neck, nipping at his tender red skin with your teeth. He struggled and whimpered when you didnt go any lower.

“You want something…?” You asked gently into his ear, holding back the grin when he nodded wildly.

“‘Ask for it.”’

He opened his mouth to say something, but was overcome with the sensation of your fingers sliding up and down his dick. The pillow didnt help, muffling his voice so you couldnt hear him either way. Feeling trapped, he could only thrust his hips into the strokes of your hand.

“Y/n…” he tried, stopping halfway. “I want you to… I n-need you to…”

So you helped him out a little bit.

Your hand quickly came to his neck, holding his face up above the pillow. It was grasped as if you’d choke him, but your touch was soft and gentle enough not to hurt him. “What was that?”

“Suck me…” he sputtered out, thighs trembling. “Please…”

You let go of his neck, instead trailing your body down. You left little kisses and love bites on the crevices of his back, noting how he arched his spine obediently. “Good boy,” you whispered when you got to his cock. You gave the tip a little kiss, “Good boy.”

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Quick Tip - Get into a position with Diluc that’ll make it hard for him to escape your grip completely. He’s not used to this, so he’ll be really shifty and squirmy the entire time.

Albedo might be a little harder to go about, but it all comes down to how you phrase it. The poor boy is so obsessed with knowledge and discovering more that it really isnt that hard to persuade him with the right words. Tell him that you simply want to experiment body reactions, and that someone suggested a little something ‘different.’

Can I just start by saying that Albedo is probably one of the prettiest bottoms out there? Like the way his mouth opens to moan out your name, but then he chokes back on pleasure and now he’s just breathing really hard, eyes slitted.

During the entire process, he’ll be completely obedient to you and only you. Asking what to do so that the supposed experiment will work.

In general he’s pretty touch craved, so even just the simplest stray of your fingers along his thigh will get him hard.

“You’re… sure this is part of the experiment?”

“Absolutely. Something wrong?”

“No… I’ve just never done this before.”

Make him sit on your lap.

I don’t care if you’re shorter or taller than him. If you’re looking up or down to see his face, because either way its the best position to see his expressions. And the best thing about Albedo is his expressions.

You’re used to seeing his usual stoic demeanor and maybe even the slightest smile that he spares for you. But here, you get to see the pleasure that he cant hide, moaning your name and whining for more.

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“Like t-this…?”

Your hand was on the soft skin of his back, fingers stroking the crevice of his spine and sending goosebumps up his spine. “Perfect,” you purred back, legs widening under the pressure of him above you.

You could tell Albedo was desperately trying to stay in control of his face, but his body reactions gave way to his actual feelings. Face slightly tinted as he screwed his eyes shut and delved into the feeling of being inside you. His thighs shook as you grasped his hips, slamming him in and out of your pussy mercilessly.

“Y/n…”

The way he moaned your name was just as satisfactory as his dick pounding into your walls. You stroked the sensitive skin of his sides, pinching and gripping his ass. It was tender in your hands, and you rubbed the flesh as you hoisted him up and down into your hole.

“You like that?” You asked into his ear, nibbling at the exposed hollow of his neck.

“The e-experiment?” He began, clearing his throat as if to give you a fully proper answer.

You thrust your hips to meet his.

“Its certainly- c-certainly… I…” He pressed his face into your shoulder, breathing hard as his thighs gave away and he fully submitted into you. Into the sensation of you pumping his length into yourself.

“Certainly what Bedo…?” You teased, satisfied with his unfinished answer. You didn’t want him to give you his hypothesis, you wanted him to tell you how good he felt, how he wanted you to fuck him harder.

One of your hands rose up to his face, harshly pushing off your shoulder. Your hand came to grip his neck, angling his face in just the ‘right’ position so you could view the ecstasy dimming his eyes. Mouth open while nothing but moans and whimpers escaped, head tilted to the side because he couldnt focus on anything but the feeling of you.

“Feels…. good…” he mumbled, hazy eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head.

Your hand on his neck tightened, and you pulled his head up higher so you could see the diamond like mark on his chest. Pressing a soft kiss to the symbol, he tensed, trying to handle the stimulation on both his dick and neck.

“Now thats the answer I wanted,” you simply said in response, thumb rubbing the sensitive spot on his collarbone.

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Quick Tip - Bondage and toys are also okay with Albedo as long as its for ‘research’ purposes. Seeing his expressions when he’s overstimulated would be all the more better :3

Childe would never willingly submit himself to you, never willingly let himself be submissive when it comes to sex or… anything. As you know, he is a very competitive man, so its easier if you trick him into it. Its consensual of course, Childe would never back down to a challenge, so who’s to say you can’t win for once?

Tell him you’ll be the one fucking him when you get back home.

He will laugh and tell you he’d like to see you try, the smirk on his face telling you he plans to be the one pumping into you all night anyways.

But you slowly drive him crazy, occasionally brushing your fingers along his hip, up his thighs, ‘accidentally’ on his chest. Until his hard member is throbbing and needy, and he is easy to catch off guard when you make it back home.

He puts his stuff away, changing out of his dirty clothes. But you are prepared when he comes out in his boxers, the rope on his pull up bar undetected by him.

Yes, Childe has a pull up bar on his door, I swear thats canon-

Anyways, as he slowly paces towards you, lustful look in his eyes, you only smirk back. And its when you’ve pulled his hands into the waiting knot and pull the other two ends to secure the bindings, thats when he realizes he’s screwed up.

‘And yes I know Childe could probably break the pull up bar if he wanted to- shush shush.’

“Oh Childe… eating up your words now arent you?”

Tease him.

Degrade him and show him that you are in charge. That you are always in charge, that if you wanted, you could do anything to him. He is at your complete and utter mercy, and he can’t do anything about it.

Look him dead in the eye as the confidence fades from his face. As he can only acknowledge one thing, one thing only.

You’ve won.

_-_-_-_

“You’re holding up pretty well,” your fingers trailed alongside the side of his face, scanning his features. “Pretty determined arent we? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that up for you quick.”

“Go ahead and try,” was his only answer.

Your fingers gripped his dick firmly, positioning it over your pussy. “Oh I plan to,” you whispered sweetly in a promise. “I can’t wait to see you begging for me, your needy little dick at my complete and utter disposal.”

Before he could answer, you thrust your hips to meet his length, biting your bottom lip slightly. He was big, and a grunt left his lips as he thrust his dick up into your entrance. With a gasp, you grabbed his sides, pushing his ass into the door and flashing him a nasty stare.

“Don’t even try.”

With your hands restraining his body against the wooden door, he was left to deal with your terribly slow pace. As you slowly pumped his member in and out of your pussy, a torturous tempo that even had you yearning for more.

His face was worth it.

“Go faster…” he managed to get through his teeth, “You’re so damn slow-”

You pulled away from his member, letting it hang loose and dripping. Your hand still gripped it though, and with a long prolonged sigh, you looked up to give him a stern face. “Say that again and I’ll make sure you’ll stay stuck tied to the door, helpless and needy like the little whore you are.”

At this, his face scrunched in anger as he tried to pull away from the pull up bar. You pushed a hand to his chest, shoving him back into the door. Of course he wasnt used to being degraded and toyed around like this, but in his position, he needed to learn his place.

“So? What’ll it be?”

Stroking the tip of his cock hard in your hand, you watched as his resistance came to crumble, slow until you rubbed up and down his length. He closed his eyes ever so slightly, a whimper escaping his lips as he threw his head back against the door. You took a step closer, positioning his member right at the entrance of your pussy. You rubbed the tip of it against your clit, letting out a little whine out yourself.

“Fine…” you heard him mumble. “Please… Y/n, fuck me.”

You slowly pulled his cock closer against your hole, till only the tip was inside. “Louder.”

His eyes flashed open to give you a harsh glare, but nevertheless he had no choice but to beg. “Please,” he began, jerking when you pulled his cock into your pussy. So far that he hit his head against the wall in an act to hide his moan. “Oh god Y/n… just like that.” A whimper escaped his lips when you pumped in and out of him. “Dont stop… oh d-dont stop… fuck me… please.”

The slick sounds of squelches and Childe’s ass hitting the door filled the room. “Look at you,” you cooed, rubbing his cheek with your thumb as you looked at his half slitted eyes. “Looking so obedient now arent you? Who knew you were such a good little slut.”

Childe only mewled in response, knees threatening to give in as you thrust into his dick at a quicker pace. His thighs and legs were all but ready to give out, and it was the restraints on his wrists tying him to the pull up bar that kept him upright.

It wasnt till he was overstimulated and barely hanging onto the threads of consciousness when you spoke to him again. Untying the rope on the pull up bar and pulling him against you to bring him into the shower.

“Now now,” was what you whispered into his ear. “I want to hear it from you, who won?”

Your fingers treaded through his hair as he only managed to mumble back, “You.”

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Quick Tip - Run. I’m not kidding, morning comes and Childe awakens with his strength back? Bro, get outta there before the mf decides to take revenge-

Kazuha is poetic and takes a gentle approach to intimacy with you. Straight out telling him you want to be in control might throw him off a bit, so its best to lure him into it. Kiss him and whisper loving words into his ear. Have him lose himself in your lips, your words, and he wont notice how you’re not not wearing clothing, and now you’re pegging him in the ass.

Like Diluc, Kazuha wants to be praised, hearing your loving words in his ear. He’s usually the poetic one, so how come you’re the one being so romantic and cute?

Whisper the haiku he read to you yesterday, and he’ll be down and ready for whatever you want.

Overall, Kazuha probably wont mind if you’re dominant in your sex life, considering that he just wants to be loved, and that the intercourse is something intimate between the two of you. Special.

“O-oh… that feels nice…”

Be aware that Kazuha has slightly heightened senses with smell and hearing, and has a general sensitivity along with his senses. So yes, he will moan a lot. Be prepared to hear his usual calm collected voice squeaking and whimpering which each thrust of your hips.

Take advantage of that, touch him, talk to him. Don’t be harsh with Kazuha though- no degradation, teasing is acceptable, but poetic verses and loving words will be his favourite.

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Your hands were gentle against his hips, lifting his ass up and spreading his legs at just the right angle. Beneath you, he squirmed just a tad bit, face buried into the bedsheets as his stomach faced the bed, unable to look at you.

“You’re doing so good,” you whispered, your hands at his hips leading to his ass. You softly rubbed the flesh, squishing it in your hands and molding it to expose his needy little hole. He only mumbled something against the white silken sheets, muffled.

You drew your fingers up to your mouth, sucking on them to leave them slick and wet. Tender as you rubbed them against his hole, you slipped them in, slowly pumping in just to stretch him out. Under you, he began to clench the sheets, whimpering something and calling out your name.

Your harness was already tied around your hips and ass, ready as you positioned yourself over him, doggy style.

He jolted when even just the tip touched his tight little hole. You could see his hands shaking, face buried deeper into the mattress. You gently put a hand over his shaking one, pressing a kiss on the back of his neck. “Do you remember that Haiku you wrote me the other day?” You asked him, hoping to distract him for just a moment.

“Y-yeah…” he mumbled back, and you slowly slid the strap on farther down his ass. You felt him shiver against you, thighs trembling at the unknown feeling.

Stretching him out farther, he moaned when you got halfway through. “Mhm, me too.” Your thumb gently stroked the backside of his hand as he quivered beneath you. “It went something like this I think…” You slowly slid the strap on father down. “Sun and moon rejoice…”

He gasped, whining as you eventually did manage to shove it down his ass. His tight hole clenched at the unknown feeling, pleasurable waves rolling back at him.

“Birds of dawn sing songs anew,” you continued, beginning to thrust in and out at a gentle pace. You wished you could see the expressions he was making, the flushed look or the pleasurable one. You could imagine his eyes rolled back as he moaned into your thrusts.

You sped up.

He now tried to meet his ass along with your thrusts, trying to reach deeper and deeper until this unknown knot building up inside him would untie itself. It was uncomfortable, but it felt so good at the same time. Your words sent shivers down his spine.

“Far from home,” you stated at last. “With you.”

Kazuha hummed, clenching his bottom lip to swallow down the moans and whines. “You remembered,” was all he managed to mumble. Half pleasured, half in awe.

“Of course I did.”

Somehow, that made it all the more intimate, and Kazuha wished he could completely give himself to you. He loved you with all his heart, especially with how you made him feel so warm. So full, so happy.

You thrust faster, hands slowly drifting back to his hips so you could thrust his ass into the strap on. You could tell he was coming close with the volume of his moans, thighs shaking and hands raking up and down the beside.

“Y/n…” he cried. “Y-Y/n-”

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Quick Tip - Kazuha can be really loud during sex, so make sure that if you’re anywhere public, or on the Crux, to somehow keep it on the quiet side- last thing you want is a grumpy Beidou. “I cOuld heAr yOu hOrny sHits all niGht.”

Venti is quite literally a bottom. Theres really not much convincing you have to do when it comes to actually getting him down on the bed and being in control. Actually, I have a feeling it would take more convincing to get him to be in control, mainly because he likes to be on the receiving end.

When it comes to Venti, despite his delicate small form, you can easily be rough with him. Degrade him and show him that compared to you, he’s nothing. All that Barbatos shit is nothing compared to you, your hand on his neck choking out all his noises and thrusting his dick into you.

Tie him up.

Or rather, do anything you’d like to him. Venti is by no means fragile. He wants you to be rough with him, push him till he thinks he’s gonna break.

But you’re gonna have to have some hella nice aftercare prepared afterwards.

“Worship me, your god.”

“Worship you? You are nothing but my slut in bed, now get down on your knees and ‘beg.’”

Overstimulate him. Make him keep count everytime he orgasms until he can’t remember anymore.

“How many times now…?”

“Too much… too m-much-”

Make him cry and cling onto you if you were his lifeline. Because you’re the only thing he can hold onto when you’re shoving his hips inside your pussy. You’re everything to him, he needs you.

It doesn’t take too long for Venti to actually submit himself fully to you, babbling incomprehensible words. Crying out your name, begging for you and agreeing with anything you say.

Venti can be extremely obedient.

_-_-_-_

You were enjoying the view.

Leaning back into the cushioned wooden chair, legs spread and wide as the smaller boy sat on your lap. He squirmed, hands tied in scratchy rope that kept his hands unavailable to him, leaving him bare and vulnerable to you. His chest was puffed out, nipples bright red as if begging to be sucked.

“Hurry up now,” you began, your unwavering eyes boring into his wide ones. “You were so confident before as well werent you? Telling me to worship you, Barbatos.” You just barely skimmed the skin of his back, up his neck and clenching the locks of hair. Pulling his hair back to get the full glory of his face, obedient for you. “All I see in front of me is a little slut.”

He grinds his throbbing member against you, needy while his lustful eyes peer at you through lidded lashes. “P-please…”

“Please what? Speak up.”

He fidgeted with his restrained hands, flashing a pouty look your way to see if it’d draw a reaction. It didnt. “Put my cock in your pussy,” he instead whimpered, moving his hips closer to your entrance.

You just leaned deeper against the chair, waving your hand to the side as if bored. “You want to bury your dick in my cunt? Go do it yourself then.” He glanced up, pleading eyes as he again pulled at the restraints on his arms. “Go on, I’m waiting.”

Whimpering, he tried to push his hips into you, his cock missing slightly and just pushing against your thighs. He felt so hot, the contrast of the cold air that tingled against his bare skin. His length throbbed and his chest pounded, your little touches igniting fireworks across his skin. “I ca-cant…” he sniffled, again thrusting his hips only to be meant with your thighs.

You stayed quiet.

Your stare only made his member harder, and he was now lost in the sensation of rutting his hips into your thighs. The stimulation felt good, but not good enough to get him off. No, he wanted your pussy, your calloused hands roughly holding his hips while you drove him into you. The need drove tears to his eyes, thighs shaking with anticipation as he continued pumping feverishly against you.

“You really cant do anything without me can you?” Was your harsh reply, hand positioning his cock right in front of your entrance. Venti only mewled in response, cut off by the sharp motion of your hands on his ass thrusting into your entrance. He was now panting, head leaning against your shoulder for support as you pumped him in and out relentlessly.

“Y/n!! Its.. mm, so g-good.”

“As it should be, your dick belongs to me.”

And he just nodded, letting you take full control of the pace as he laid there and moaned. He couldn’t even manage to push his hips along with your hands to chase his release. Just submitting all sensation to you and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length.

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Quick Tip - Make him worship you, sit down on the chair and tell him to suck all your juices dry. Degrade and tell him he’s lucky to get any taste.

Zhongli is pretty open when it comes to trying new things when it comes too sex, considering that with how long he’s lived, its probably nothing new. Nevertheless, the best way to convince Zhongli to go along with whatever you’re saying is just telling him, “Let me make you feel good love.”

Zhongli won’t be fazed by what you decide to do, no matter how kinky or odd it might be, he has no doubt seen worse somewhere else.

You don’t have to worry about being gentle with him, and he won’t really be fazed if you decide to degrade him. Of course, it doesnt turn him on as much as whispering loving words in his ear does, but he wont object either.

Very obedient.

Zhongli knows what he’s getting into, and he never goes back on his word. He says he’ll do something? He will do it.

He’s the god of contracts after all-

“Ah… so tight, just for me?”

Touch his face.

Whether its having your hands around his neck, brushing your thumb over his soft cheeks, or giving him soft forehead kisses, he’ll love it. He wants to make eye contact with you during it, always. Even if you’re the one in control, he wants to have you in his sights as he moans out your name.

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You were gentle at first.

Tightening the straps on your hips, you adjusted their positioning as you climbed on the bed. The silk sheets were soft against your knees, soft on your hands as you crawled overtop of the archon. He was laying flat on his back like you’d asked, hands resting against the sheets palms up as he stared up at you. Pensive, waiting.

You went to press a kiss to his lips, one hand at the back of his neck as you bit his bottom lip. Just like you’d asked, he didnt use either one of his hands to hold you or press you tighter against him. Just melted against the rough feel of your lips against his. When you were done, you lifted yourself up to get a good look at him, satisfied with his swollen lips and breathless gasps. You held your fingers to his mouth.

“Suck.”

He was compliant, taking your digits and swirling his tongue around in expertise. Coating them in a slick layer of wetness as you pull them out. You get more of a reaction out of him when you press your fingers against his hole, slowly sliding them in.

“Good, just like that.”

You delved in the sight of your fingers disappearing into the clenched hole of his ass. Sucking them in greedily and making a ‘pop’ when you pulled them out.

Taking a deep breath in, he hums into the sensation of your fingers slowly filling his ass. He isn’t impatient, instead letting you take slow torturous thrusts of your fingers in and out without complaint.

It all changes when you pull them out and align the tip of the silicon strap on to his hole.

Because you were being nice earlier, coaxing him with your gentle touches and peppering him with kisses. You knew he expected you to be kind, to handle him with care with each thrust. To say that you loved him and him to say the same.

Nothing wrong with surprises.

It must’ve been a nice surprise by the looks of it, because when you fully sheathed the strap on into his ass in one stroke, his back arched, a moan escaping his lips as he now clenched the sheets. Eyes wide and mouth wide and panting, you thrust in and out without mercy, watching the strap on disappear deeply into his ass before you pulled it all out and slammed it back into him. A pattern that had his eyes rolling back and mindless sounds escaping his lips.

Your hands, gripping both sides of his thighs, propped them up on either of your shoulder. Zhongli through his dazed eyes managed to give you one confused look before you pumped the strap on right back, and the angle had him crying out your name feverishly as he curled his toes. His walls clenched tightly around the silicon, the strap on reaching so far in his ass that all he could do was moan and cry for more.

“So pretty,” you commented, another hand stroking his hard neglected member. “Just for me.”

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Quick Tip - For someone new or someone who hasnt actually dominated anyone in bed before, Zhongli is a perfect first option. Will provide no judgement at all, and might actually help you out if you get nervous.

Dainsleif prefers to be in control, to have full superiority when fucking you. He doesn’t see any reason for you to suddenly act like the boss, after all he respects you and would never do anything to hurt you. However, if you give him a reason to force him into submission, he’ll put up a fight, but will eventually sink down for you.

Tease him.

Dominating Dainsleif is a one time thing, which means you have to take advantage of it with all you can. Drink in all of his expressions because believe me when I say you wont see them anywhere else.

Tell him this is ‘punishment.’

When he asks what he did, don’t answer. Just grab the hems of his jacket and throw him on the bed. Strip him bare and tell him that you could list all the things he did, but you want him to think about it instead.

And he does.

He’s always the one coming home to tell you he needs a good little fuck after work. And then you’re laying on the bed while he takes out his frustrations, and you know he doesnt mean to hurt you but-

“Say it again.”

“I’m… I’m s-sorry Y/n. Please do-dont touch… mm, don’t touch m-me there- ah!!!”

“Again.”

So you do the same with him, and he lays there and takes it like a good boy. Because he deserves the punishment, at least you’ve told him that much.

Degrade him.

Overstimulate him and don’t let him orgasm, keep edging him on like Kaeya and don't allow him to have even an ounce of the release he’s craving for. After all, this is punishment, you arent giving him any rewards.

Stroke him and bring him to his orgasm, only to pull away.

And while you edge him, whisper dirty little things in his ear. Of what you would’ve done if he wasn't being punished, how you wouldve made him feel so good. Till he was crying your name nonstop, till he couldn't walk the next morning.

Oof, better luck next time Dainsleif.

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His hips bucked feverishly against your hand, the slick juices covering his dick making a squelching noise every time your palm slid up and down his length.

Dainsleif was panting, hands tied behind his back and knees tied to the bedposts as he laid there in all his vulnerability, His legs were spread wide and exposed, wet with precum just for you.

“Y/n… please…”

You weren't sure how many times you’d heard that sentence tonight, certainly too many. And even if it was his nth time that he’d reached his climax and you didn't let him orgasm, it didn't matter. This was punishment, he wasn't supposed to like it, he was supposed to lay there and take it.

“Shut up you slut, if I want to let your pathetic little cock cum, I’ll let you.” Your thumb rubbed the tip, eliciting a gasp from him. “And if I don’t, you’ll just have to put your big boy pants on and deal with it.”

You lowered your head till your face was in line with his growing erection. As if he could sense your plans, he twitched in your grip, groaning in want, in ‘need.’ Slowly, you pressed a kiss to the tip, letting him know exactly what you planned to do.

He squeaked out in shock, or rather, as high of a squeak as he could manage. His voice was still rather deep afterall.

“If I wasnt punishing you… maybe this wouldve been my pussy instead.”

But you didn’t stop, opening up your lips to slowly suck the head of his dick. Your other two hands strokes his sides, groping and feeling around his hard length.

“If you d-do it like that… I’ll… I’ll…”

Your mouth widened to swallow more of his dick, tongue swirling around the tip as you sunk deeper into his hips. He squirmed, legs trying to thrash around but held by the restraints on his knees. Moans and whispers escaped his lips as he tried to move his arms to no avail. He was coming close, he could feel the sensation grow from the pit of his stomach, member tingling and warm as you sucked him in.

He was so close… almost there… just a little more and-

You pulled away.

Licking your lips, your hand wiped away any stray liquid on your face.

“If I wasnt punishing you,” you began mockingly. “Maybe I would’ve let you cum.”

And Dainsleif was left to simply hit his head against the sheets, a groan of frustration escaping his lips as his throbbing member pulsed with need.

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Quick Tip - Blindfold him. He won’t know when or what you plan to do, and that makes it all the more arousing.

Scaramouche would never in hell allow you to top him, or anyone else for that matter. He is always in control, he is always thrusting into you as you sob for him, beg for him. Until he’s not. With Scaramouche, its simpler than you think, but it does involve the fact that you need to be strong. Physically, because Scaramouche without his hat and vision is basically useless :’)

Make him earn it.

Stay away from the short boy for a long time, tease him when you see him, and deny him any release when he wants to fuck you. He came back home from a tough day at work and wants to fuck you silly? You’re not there. He feels horny one night and tries to find you? Make yourself disappear.

He’ll grow needy.

And here ladies and gentleman, is where you strike. Because poor little Scaramouche needs you so much that he might even be willing to bow down and follow any of your commands so long as he gets a release.

And you better damn well take advantage of that.

Make him go on his two very own knees, make him ‘earn it.’ Earn the right to have you pleasure him.

“Lick my juices until thats the only thing you can taste, the only thing you’ll want to taste.”

“Yes… maam…”

“Louder.”

“Yes maam.”

“I said louder you whore.”

Degrade him, make him feel like nothing compared to you. Because just for this once, this moment, you can.

Convince him that he is nothing without you, that he needs you to survive.

And then after that, grab his hips and thrust his dick into you. Until he lost count of how many times he’s came. Till he’s hanging onto his consciousness by a thread and is fucked silly by you.

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“Fucking slut.”

You leaned into the chair, watching as Scaramouche thrust into you again and again with the help of your two hands on his hips. Eyes dazed and clouded, he could no longer focus on the details. He didn’t notice how you degraded him, how it was basically you that guided his cock in and out of your pussy.

But he was gone, far too gone. Sensations around his body sent him on a rollercoaster, and his dick felt numb, the slightest tingle of heat climbing up his chest. He felt good, that was all that mattered in him dumbed up state.

Your hand came to caress the skin of cheek, a sickening laugh erupting from your lips as you focused on the way he stared at you. “I fucked you dumb didnt I?” You cooed, never stopping the motion of your other hand guiding him in and out of your pussy. “Fucked you so good that you cant even talk.”

He just hummed in response, lips breaking off into a moan.

“Good,” you whispered to him, pulling his head closer to rest against your shoulder. “Such a good boy for me.”

And then your hands were on his neck, squeezing slightly to alter the pitch of his moans as you lead his face down to yours. Till you pressed a kiss to his gentle lips, a once in a lifetime opportunity where you could take control of the kiss, of him. Licking his bottom lip and sliding your tongue in to rub against his. Lips parting to kiss, his dumbed out whimpers a musical melody in tune with the pace of your hands dragging his dick in and out of your overstimulated cunt.

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Quick Tip - Uhm…? Run? Similarly to Childe, Scaramouche aint gonna react positively in the morning. Might discard your body for seeing him in that state. Jeez… what's up with the harbingers….

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On a side note… after writing this, I kinda feel like I’ve discovered I have a choking kink… ;-;

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Pussy addict zeke constantly needing to have his mouth on your pussy even tho you’re on a call with the general or warming his cock in your hole despite yall being at a gathering 😭

Like A Dog - Zeke Jaeger x Reader

◙warnings: Minors DNI 18+ only please or I’ll cry THANKS. More pussy-eating fiend Zeke, talking on the phone lowkey voyeurism, a lil degrading, mating press, dom Zeke who is a lil mean, a lil bit of objectification for flavor and dumbification, mentions of mating but not too breedy i think, one bite, one spit, some cunt slapping UUHH gets fluffy at the end

◙word count: 2.4k on accident

◙note: OO this is good. I wrote a whole thing and went to copy it to save it and accidentally hit paste. lost it all. I'm sure I looked ridiculous when I did that- red in the face and everything. I'll rewrite to the best of my abilities. Didn’t mean to write this much sorry anon ;u;

Also I’m imagining this phone, the old ones that connect to walls

“Fuck-” you card your fingers through his hair. His tongue is lapping across your cunt. Fingers digging into your thighs to keep you still and in place for him. You think this must have been a long day for him. The moment he came home from work he didn’t even let you get up to kiss him and give him a ‘welcome home.’ He pressed your hips into the couch and immediately started working on your cunt. “Zeke- I-” you can’t help but roll your hips into his mouth. You know this isn’t for you, this is for him, this is his stress-relief.

He’s surely bruising your thighs at this point with the amount of force he’s exerting to keep you against the couch. You let out a sigh and let your head roll back onto the back of the couch. It’s useless to try to get him up from between your legs, plus it feels undeniably good. So you roll your shoulders back into the couch with no chance of escape with Zeke caging you in.

“Seriously-” you are cut off with a moan, he knows all of your weak points and just how you tick and he’s taking advantage of it. Sucking your outer lips into his mouth noisily, it almost echoes out in the room, tonguing over your clit. He lets out a few rough groans of his own because of your grip on his hair. “Zeke- fuck-” he’s pushing his tongue into your hole that's been clenching around nothing this whole time. His beard is scratching at your sensitive inner thighs.

“I have a call with the general soon!” He pauses to process your words. Really that's what makes him stop? But he just dives right back in without saying anything. You grasp at the back of the couch and your skirt that he so unceremoniously scrunched to the juncture of your hips. He doesn’t care. He really couldn’t care less because his first order of business is eating you out, he can care about other things later when your juices aren’t soaking his face. But the phone hanging on the wall interrupts and has you pulling at his hair hard and away from your cunt. You manage to wiggle your way out of his grasp and to the phone before it can ring for a fourth time. This is your job on the line, and you aren’t risking it for him and his stress relief. Granted working as the head of the communications department of the military wasn’t fun, occasionally Zeke would drop in and visit which made it a bit brighter for you even if he was a silent menace, slipping his hand up your skirt one too many times.

“Good afternoon, General!” You can hear Zeke grumbling something from where you left him on the floor. You are harsh, he thinks as he rubs his head, usually, when you pull his hair it is hot but that hurt for real. The General utters a casual response as Zeke casually sits on the floor right in front of you, right under the phone, and plays with the cute socks donning your ankles. You send him a glare which he admits is scary but he is too caught up in the taste of your cunt lingering on his lips and the juices still on his face to care. Debauched is what he looks like, swollen red lips, glasses have long since been set somewhere, hair disheveled by your tugs and a lusty look settled in his eyes. He trails his hands from your ankles to your thighs, bunching up your skirt with it while you bat him away, so he retreats his hands to your knee for now. If you bend too low the rustles of your clothes will translate over the phone.

“Yes General, the department has been running smoothly as of late, though-” His hands are making their way up your legs again, gripping your thighs to pull you closer to his face. You pause for a second but continue talking to the General, you can’t stop him now because it would give away too much and you don’t want to have a conversation with the General like that right now. He situates a thigh over his shoulder as you balance on one leg, leaning some of your weight onto him so you don't fall. He’s grasping your hips in a vice again, bringing your slick cunt to his face, hiding underneath your skirt so you can’t see the smirk he’s wearing or what he is doing at all. All you can do is feel all his ministrations, his tongue circling your clit, your thighs tense and already trembling as he pulls you to be seated completely on his face.

To be fair, you are doing quite well trying to keep your voice steady and on topic, you’re almost done with the conversation, trying to bring the General to a close about how the communications department is running and it would need to run better. But Zeke is ruthless and he is not trying to be quiet. He’s dipping his tongue into your cunt and you are tight, he should fuck you like this some time with your leg up and against the wall, it has all your muscles tensing, all of them. It would feel like a vice around his cock. And having you talking to someone else while they are unknowing of you sitting on his face like this? Hot.

You have one hand bracing yourself against the wall while the other holds the phone, god if the General would just stop rambling for once. “Doing this on the phone with the general? Naughty.” You slap the top of his head to make him shut up. At least he is a bit muffled by your skirt. You can hear the general pause as you hold your breath, “Is something the matter, Ms. Head of Communications?” Of course, he doesn't care for your name. He must not realize that Zeke is under your skirt doing raunchy things to your cunt with his tongue.

“Sorry General,” you look down at Zeke sitting on the floor between your legs, “just my dog is bothering me.” You can already hear Zeke complaining but instead he nibbles your outer lips as revenge for now. “Oh, you have a dog? I didn’t know that.” Zeke shoves his tongue fully in your clenching hole, it has your whole body hot and it feels like it could be steaming, you suck in a quick breath.

“Well, I just got him, so he has to be trained. He’s being bad right now.” Trying to balance on one leg while the other presses against him is harder than you think, you are so close to falling.

“Oh I know how that is,” the General lets out a laugh, “I’ll let you go then, it seems we covered everything.” You say your goodbyes before finally letting out a moan, you were this close to cumming on the phone with the general. “Bastard-” he is, especially with his dastardly tongue bringing you to a climax, your inner walls tense and trembling around nothing. His tongue massages over your clit one last time before you cream on his face which he slurps up in stride, not hesitating to let it all fall on his tongue as you grasp his hair through your skirt.

Finally, Zeke comes up from under your skirt, looking even more lewd than before. “Dog?” he asks incredulously, he sounds offended which you bask in.

“Yes. A dog. In it for nothing but your own needs, hopelessly in love with me, and horny as hell all the time.” He gives you an exasperated look like ‘seriously? I just made you cum and this is what I get?’ but his expression changes all too quick, it has your heart pounding. He stands up suddenly, surprising you a bit, shuffling backwards on trembling legs. Oh no, he’s looking at you with a predator's eyes, darkened and heady with lust. “Then I’ll do as dogs do,” he’s stalking towards you but you can’t walk quite right because of the earlier strain and end up falling gracelessly to the floor as Zeke crawls over top you. “I’ll mate.” You would have made fun of him for saying that but he’s got you trapped underneath him, arms caging you in and it’s not like you could squirm away. He’s flipping up your skirt again but this time it’s to rut the bulge of his cock through his pants against your slick cunt, wetting his whole crotch area as you gasp. He’s nuzzling his chin to your neck to kiss and lick at your nape before biting down, hard. You yelp and try to bring your hands up to pull at his hair in revenge but he catches them and pushes them against the ground. This is his way of marking you as his.

“What did you say? Something about training me?” He’s grinding harsh against you, leaving you in whimpers underneath him. “I just gave you a wonderful orgasm just with my tongue, I think I’m plenty trained.” You must have hit a nerve because he’s spitting the word at you like it’s disgusting. “In fact, I think I deserve a reward.” His voice is sweet, slicked with mockery as he unbuckles his pants just to pull his cock out. You don’t say anything, just give him a pitiful pouty look, you’ll tell him if he is stepping too far.

So he slaps his cock that's leaking pre on your clit, making your legs try to close, but he is quick with it, and pushes your leg out of the way to keep his torture up. The oral orgasm was satisfying but it still leaves you wanting more, “Please,” your little whimper has him looking up with a devious smirk. He stops tapping his cock against your cunt to grasp at your cheeks. His cock still resting against your cunt as he leans over your face.

“Louder.”

You are embarrassed, heated down to your toes but you know he can keep up this type of torture until he gets what he wants. “Please, Zeke,” you squeeze through his grips on your cheeks, and that seems to satisfy him. He’s been hard in his pants since he got down on his knees to eat you out, he is still a slave to his own desires despite his strong will.

He pushes your knees to your chest which has your lungs constricting pushing out all the air that was in them. Zeke inspects your cunt with a sadistic smile, spread open and wet, just for him, leaking down to your ass because of him. His ego stroked, he pushes into your tight ring, leaving a raspy groan hanging in the air. Fuck, you’re tight, as you moan. He’ll ignore your pleasure this time too, since you were so mean to him. You know what this is, this vulnerable position he’s put you in, jackhammering into you like a dog in heat, bruising your thighs with his calloused grip. It’s revenge. For interrupting his stress relief, for ruining his fun, for teasing him while on the phone. He lets you grasp at the loose overcoat he never bothered to take off, it only pulls you closer to him but at least you have something to hold onto.

You can’t even moan his name out properly with how fast he’s fucking into you. Broken off whimpers turn to uncontrolled moans as he keeps your knees firm against your chest. “Hold your legs.” It’s not a question, it’s a demand that you can’t even process. “Are you stupid? All of a sudden you’re just a dumb whore for cock? I said, hold your legs.” He enunciates with a firm push against the back of your knees to jostle you. So you dig your nails into the back of your knees and keep them in a firm hold as he digs his hands into the meat of your hips as best as he can with your thighs in the way.

It only gives him the best opportunity to use you like a cocksleeve, a little fucktoy and he makes that know through the filth he’s spitting out of his mouth. Your cunt is tight around him, the soft plush ridges inside are ruthless stimulation against his dick. He can feel you get closer and closer to orgasming, your hole clenching sporadically as he keeps thrusting deep into you, your eyes rolling back and a little bit of drool sliding down your chin as your mouth stays open with moans. He loves seeing you hopelessly depraved for him, losing all your senses as he drills into you.

He lets spit gather in his mouth to spit down onto yours, dirty, quick, and mean, punctuated with his words “That’s what you get for letting a dog like me-” he serves a particularly hard thrust into your walls, hitting a particular patch of softness that has you moaning loud “-fuck you.” You swallow his spit brainlessly, he hits that soft patch one more time and you are gone, the overwhelming wave of an orgasm crashing down on you while he continues to use your clenching cunt to get off. You keep your knees obediently to your chest as he continues to use you, extending your orgasm through until he reaches his, pushing his cock as deep as it can go before filling your insides with his seed.

He’s panting just as hard as you, breathing not quite catching up to him yet before he leans completely over you, elbows to each side of your face. He is savoring the foggy look in your eyes before leaving a quick kiss to your slick lips. He wiggles his hands against yours that are still holding your thighs until they let go, thighs framing his body as he leans over you, still filling you to the brim with cock and cum. He takes your hands together and kisses your knuckles as you give him a dumb giggle, exasperated.

“You’re at least right about two things,” you quirk your brow at him, voice to hoarse to respond, “I am ‘hopelessly in love with you,” he kisses you knuckles one more time “and how did you put it? ‘Horny as hell all the time.’” You roll your eyes as you become painfully aware that you are on a wooden floor and your back is starting to hurt. If he wants to cock warm this isn’t the place to do it.

But still you don’t feel like using your voice, so you kiss the tops of his cheeks and his forehead as you bring him down closer, to hold him and let him hold you. His weight over you is comforting, soft words contradicting what he said during the heat of the moment.

A moment of comfortable silence passes before you finally say something, rasping out of your throat but loud enough for him to hear with his head snug in your neck. “You still act like a dog.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh until he leans back after leaving a nip at your shoulder that has you squeaking. “Then I’ll just fuck you brainless until you don’t even know what the word ‘dog’ means.”

You give him a shy smile, and hope that is a promise.

𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤 <3

//: 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

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shhh-no-ones-home · 3 years

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tantalizing* bucky barnes x reader

+++++++++ Holy shit this is so long (wc: 2011) I'm so sorry 😅 worth it tho 👀

* - Convincing him to let off some steam after a very stressful mission in which he is frustrated and agitated over and in need of some relief. god i havent written smut in so long, i hope its not too bad lmfao

Song: sick from the melt by motionless in white

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

"can you calm down?"

i said, venom barely dripping from my tone.

"No! I'm just frustrated. And angry. And pissed off!"

He seethed, pacing in front of me.

"God you need to get laid."

I said annoyed, rolling my eyes. I noticed he had stopped pacing now, looking at me like I was crazy.

"What?"

I asked innocently and he shook his head, continuing to wear a hole into the carpet of our shared hotel room. His bed was still made, his duffle bag sat neatly atop it like he hadn't even touched it since we had arrived.

"I just. God I want to punch his face in. I can't believe I was so stupid."

He lamented and I sighed, sitting back on my hands and crossing one leg over the other.

"I'm telling ya, it's a really good way to let off some steam."

I pointed out but he just kept going.

"Who does he think he is? And don't think I'm ranting, because I'm not. I'm quiet and reserved and-"

"Need to get laid."

I repeated and he sent me a look.

"Okay, what is with you?!"

He asked and I shrugged.

"You have a lot of pent up emotion and I just think it would help. Forgive me for trying to be a real one."

I said and he just stared at me, a darkness to his features.

"I'm not that kind of guy."

He said, moving to pace again and I snorted.

"What?"

He asked irritated and I shook my head.

"Nothing, you keep wearing the carpet down trying to solve the world's problems."

He rolled his eyes at me.

"When you're ready to get some let me know. Either I'll help you get it done or I'll call someone for each of us cause lord knows I could use it too."

I said, pulling my arms out from under me and falling on my back, staring at the popcorn ceiling.

"Did you just offer to get me a call girl?"

He asked and I snorted.

"Call girl. God you are old."

"I don't need a prostitute."

I shrugged, my t-shirt moving and holding against the white sheets folded over on my own bed.

"Maybe you don't but if you don't stop complaining I'm gonna."

I torted back.

"Surely you are not that shallow."

He said and I laughed, sitting up on my elbows.

"You wanna come over here and help a girl out instead? It'd save me a couple hundred."

He sent me a look and I just stared at him.

"I'm being serious."

I said after a minute. When he still didn't say anything or move I stood up, walking to him and staring him down.

"What's it gonna be sergeant Barnes?"

I said lowly, taunting him. I watched as his jaw clenched, staring back down at me like he'd die if he didn't.

"You want it that bad?"

He growled and I could feel a wave of desire wash through my body.

"Dont you?"

I challenged. There was a long pause, making sure we understood each other, before he slammed his lips into mine. In the moment it felt like my brain short circuited, slinging my arms around his neck as he held my hips for dear life. And before I knew it we were fighting for more kisses, the air barely staying in my lungs as his hands roamed my body, tugging at clothes I wish would vanish.

"Just rip it."

I said against his mouth as he tried to undo my bra from under my shirt. It was old and I had brought a back up for the trip so I wasn't that worried about it, I just wanted this to happen.

"This is harder than you'd think, not being able to actually feel it."

He said. And just as it clicked what he meant it didn't matter. In a second my shirt was over my head and he was tearing the front of my bra open like an animal. He groaned as he came back to kiss me, finally trailing down my neck as he undid my pants, moving long enough for me to get rid of his shirt too. What I wasn't ready for was, once naked, he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, kicking off his own bottoms and crawling up between my legs.

"God I want this so bad."

He said a little breathlessly, kissing down my chest, his hands roaming my thighs.

"I need you."

I whined, my fingers pressing hard into his shoulder blade as he went further and further down my body.

"Beautiful."

He said, kissing the inside of my thigh, hoisting my leg onto his shoulder as he sucked a hickey into it.

"Bucky."

I moaned, closing my eyes as he leaned down, getting closer and closer to my core.

"Use your words gorgeous."

He sang, his hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"Just fuck me."

I sighed out, digging my head into the mattress as he licked a stripe up my folds. Needless to say I wasn't ready for what he had to offer, his tongue pressing figure eights against my clit as he brought his hand up to tease me. It was soft touches for a moment but then it was two fingers, pumping in and out of me slowly. When he moved to suck my clit instead i gripped the sheets tightly with one hand, the other going to the back of his head as I panted.

"Please. Bucky."

I sighed out, scratching the back of his head. When he slowed his hand I couldn't help pushing my hips further into his face. my mouth dropped open when he added a third finger, pumping quickly until I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

"Jesus Christ!"

I yelled, him curling his fingers up and making my legs quiver against him as I came hard. I breathed heavily while he licked me clean, making me seize every time his tongue ran over my clit again. When he was done I pulled him to me, slamming my lips against his and kissing him hungrily.

"How was that?"

He asked and I nodded against him, placing open mouthed kissed along his jaw.

"Otherworldly."

He just smirked at me.

"That's good, cause I'm not done yet."

He said and I sent him a worried look.

"Don't worry, it's nothing you can't handle."

He reassured. I couldn't think straight so I settled on nodding, tracing my fingers down his torso. As I reached his erection I touched it gently, watching it jump before I grabbed it and pumped him a few times. He moaned loudly, closing his eyes as I swirled my thumb around his tip, smearing his precum across it. He half opened his eyes to watch me but as I went to go down on him he stopped me.

"No, I want to be inside you."

He said darkly, pulling me into his lap instead. I looked down at him with lust filled eyes as he began kissing across my chest, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and biting it. I moaned at the sensation, bucking my hips against him. As his mouth moved he pulled me closer, helping me line up above him and pushing my hips down. We both moaned at the feeling, him dropping his head back as I sat back up and sank back down onto him.

"Y/n."

He groaned, pressing his finger tips into my hips as I began riding him. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced. He guided me more than anything though, holding me so firmly I was sure there would be bruises later. But God it felt so good I didn't even care. I just wanted to be closer to him.

"Switch?"

I asked and he looked almost nervous.

"I don't want to break you."

He said, his brows knitted together and I laughed.

"Please do."

He sent me a look as I sank back down onto him. He moved to place one hand at my back and flipped us over, making me gasp as he managed to bury himself ever further in me.

"Bucky."

I moaned, him pushing the hair out of my face as he began pounding into me. It was so hard the bed was beginning to creak, the headboard now hitting back and forth into the wall. It was now the more prominent sound in the room, overtaking the sound of skin on skin or breathing or even the soft moans escaping his lips as he bit and sucked at my neck. I couldn't help the whine that made it's way through my body as I pressed my nails into his back.

He was fucking me so hard I was sure the bed would break, but so far it was holding up pretty well. He grunted harshly, pressing his fingers down between us and circling my clit a few times. I closed my eyes at the sensation, letting out breathy moans as he continued to take all his frustrations out on me. As he got faster though I got worried and suddenly I had spoken too soon. The next thing I knew the legs at the foot of the bed snapped, the two at the head following shortly after, making me scream in surprise. He looked at me with a worried expression until I shrugged, pressing my hips up against him and urging him to keep going. He just laughed a little and kissed me, slamming into me again. And with that I was done for.

"Bucky!!"

I screamed, feeling another rush of pleasure flood my body. But he kept going.

"So close."

He managed, tilting his head up and squeezing his eyes shut. He pushed into me a few more times before his mouth dropped, a deep moan escaping him as he came hard into me. He stayed there for a second, breathing deeply until he opened his eyes, pushing into me one, two, three more times before pulling out. I felt so empty as he rolled onto the bed beside me, it squeaking at the weight shift. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling, feeling his hot cum drip out of me and onto the sheets.

"I guess you were right."

He said after a long pause, taking my hand in his and bringing it up to kiss the back of it. I turned my head to look at him and he sent me a lazy smile.

"I don't think anything in my life could have ever prepared me for that."

I said seriously before cracking a smile and laughing, rolling over and him bringing me into his side.

"Are you okay though? Sometimes I don't know my own strength. I mean you weren't protesting during, but still. id feel bad if i hurt you."

He said and I kissed his chest lightly.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I think that's the best sex I've ever had. If I can't walk later it was totally worth it."

He laughed, kissing the top of my head. then he froze, his body tensing against me as he looked down at me.

"shit. I didn't even think about a condom. Do we need to go get something... Or?"

I looked up at him, blinking slowly, the tiredness hitting me like a train.

"We can go get a plan B pill when we leave in the morning. Right now I think we deserve a nap."

i said through a yawn. He smiled at me and nodded, watching my eyes flutter shut. I hummed as he pulled one of the blankets up over me, kissing my temple lightly.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

#wattpad #x reader #smut #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #falcon #the falcon and the winter soldier #imagines #one shots #marvel #captain america #324

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miki-snake · 4 years

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Cockwarming with the HQ Boys

📖: Just some quick random thoughts on how some of the hq boys would be while cockwarming you

🧡: Kenma x reader, Bokuto x reader, Matsukawa x reader and Tendou x reader

⭕️: SMUT, nsfw!, 18+, cockwarming, some degradation, not proofread and maybe kinda rushed at the end idk?

🔍: 3.3k+

A/N: it got longer than expected;; i need help pls, sm show me how to write short thingz

Kenma Kozume

he doesn’t have a high libido and most of times isn’t the one to initiate things

especially on days when he was exhausted from college and streaming

the first time cockwarming came up wasn’t planned

he was lying on his bed with his switch in his hands playing ac

it would be a lie if you said that u weren’t a little needy but you were also tired

u just wanted to cuddle with him

so u slid up between his arms, head nuzzling against his neck, arms wrapped around his torso and your legs on either side of his waist

for some minutes you two just lay there like that

somehow you unconsciously grind yourself against him and of course it doesn’t go unnoticed

he just lets you do as you wanted and continued playing his game

you realized how you were already dripping wet and started to grind yourself harder against him

it wasn’t unusual for you to dry hump your boyfriend to make yourself come (easiest way for a lazy evening)

the feeling of his cock hardening underneath you sent shivers up your spine

you couldn’t handle it anymore and sat up a little

in a fast pace you slid down your shorts and soiled panties, throwing them across the floor

you looked at Kenma and grabbed the hem of his boxers, desperately wanting feel his hot skin

he nodded his head and in a fast motion his boxers were out of your way

going back to your previous position you wrap your legs around his waist

you sat back down in his lap, his now fully erect cock between your pulsing lips

slowly you moved yourself forth and back

both your juices already mixing with each other

Kenma was still focused on his game but you could hear him letting out some low moans

the slow pace wasn’t enough anymore and so you moved your hips faster and harder against his leaking cock

though you still craved the feeling of being filled by his cock

so suddenly you raised your hips, grabbed his dick and sunk down on his shaft

you both let out a loud moan and Kenma’s head fell back into his neck

somehow the feeling of being filled by him made you feel warm and the tiredness came back to you

so you just wrapped your arms around his neck, head on his shoulder and enjoyed the feeling of being one with your boyfriend

Kenma asked you why you wouldn’t move

you just shook your head and nuzzled deeper into his neck

he didn’t mind it and went back to playing with his switch

so you two sat there in the silence except from the quiet game music and occasionally you would clamp down on him or he would give a little thrust into your cunt

since that day it became a normal habit in the evening for the both of you but not every time would be as peaceful

It was six o’clock which was Kenma’s usual streaming time and after many requests of wanting to see his girlfriend or for him to play against her, he finally gave in and so you found yourself in his streaming room.

Instead of sitting next to him like any normal person would do, you were sitting on his lap. The chat was filled with comments on how cute you were, how you two look good with each other and some of them asked why your face was so red. You just told them that you were a little embarrassed because it was your first time streaming and you were excited. You were indeed excited but not because of the stream. How could your cheeks not be flushed when your boyfriend's cock was buried deep inside of you while thousands of people were watching you two through a camera.

It was Kenma’s idea because he somehow felt needy that day but he couldn't postpone the stream and who were you to deny your beautiful and cute boyfriend when he was asking you to cockwarm him in the public eye.

So after you two answered some questions he started a game so you and him could play it on stream. His voice was calm as he was explaining the controls but you sure as hell were too distracted to understand what he was telling you. When you would die during the game he would thrust up into you and you’d mask your moan as a groan of disappointment because of your death. He would tease you, telling you to answer some questions in the chat while you waited for the next round to start. Sure it wasn’t easy to be quiet but you couldn’t help and constantly grinned yourself on his cock.

When Kenma died in one round, right before his team won (you were already dead), he thrusted his hips up into you, his cock going even deeper and hitting a spot inside of you that made you lose your mind. You bid yourself hard on your lip, head facing away from the camera and eyes shut, while they rolled back into your head. It was so hard to not let a single noise escape your lips and you weren’t sure if a small whimper maybe left your mouth but in the moment you didn’t care. You just basked in the feeling of your orgasm, trying to ride your high as long as possible but you knew that it couldn’t be that long.

You felt Kenma’s hand on your head and finally you opened your eyes and turned your head back to the audience again. You saw how the viewers were asking you if everything was all right and you told them it was fine and you just felt a little nauseous back there but it already settled down again.

Kenma kept on stroking your hair and he proposed to change the game to Animal Crossing so it was more relaxed for you.

And so you continued the stream and showed them your island, but you didn’t forget Kenma's hard cock that was still filling you up.

Bokuto Kotarou

this man lives for cockwarming

he knows that he is packing and he loves to see how you struggle to take him all in

he’s not only long but also thicc

his cock head spreading your dripping lips until it felt like they’d be torn apart

he lets out a guttural groan when he’s fully seated inside of you

praising you for being such a good girl, his good girl

it would be totally random when he would tell you to come and sit on his cock

like when you two are eating, in the pool or in the car

you two would swim in the pool on a hot summer day

while taking a break he would suddenly grab you by your hips

he’s hauling you over on his lap

fast motion swiping your bottoms to the side

it might be rushed but he’s still careful of not hurting you

teasing you a bit and letting his tip run up and down your gaping hole

also circling around your clit

finally he’s pushing the fat tip into you

slowly so you could feel every vein on his cock that was grazing ur walls

loves to suck on your nipples while pushing u down

still keeping his eyes on ur face tho

he needs to see ur needy and strained face

watching how your eyes roll back, mouth open and the tip of ur tongue hanging out

you do try to tell him that it’s too much (even though u don’t wanna stop)

and he just chuckles at you

keeping a firm grip on ur hips and holding you down

after what feels like hours you reach the base of his dick

he’s pulsing inside of you and can’t help but clamp down on him

you were outside in the pool do you tried to keep ur voice down

but not possible

you whimper and moan and groan etc.

so when he’s completely inside of you he starts walking out of the water

with you in his arms he climbs out as if you were a part of him

he sits down on the sun bed and just keeps you in place

sometime he would even doze off like that

Bokuto is impatient tho so it won’t stop at just cockwarming

You now found yourself on the floor of your living room with your boyfriend hovering over your body and his hard, thick cock buried inside of you. After he woke up from his little nap he wasted no time to grab you at your hips and move you up and down his cock. You, still half in your sleep, couldn't help but let out a low groan. He sat back up and used the new position to drive his cock even deeper into you. His eyes were still a bit unfocused from just waking up but it didn’t stop him from looking at your beautiful face that slowly twisted into a mask of pleasure. Even though you enjoyed the work out you two did at the moment, you asked him to stop for a moment. Bokuto listened to you and asked you what was wrong and you told him that you two should go inside to continue the little fun you had. He didn’t respond and just picked you up and sprinted into the house. He nearly tripped and fell down the floor but that was when he decided to just lay you down and continue in your living room.

Mattsukawa Issei

“Come on y/n, we both know how much you need me to move my cock in your sweet, little, juicy cunt. Just tell me what to do and how you want it, so I can give you your deserved pleasure, my baby owl.”, he said to you with his low scratchy voice and you just squirm underneath him. “I need you to move, please fuck me with your thick, fat cock, I need to feel it. I need to cum, please.”, you cried out to him and without a warning he started to pound into you at a fast pace, rocking your body against the hardwood floor. You could already feel the familiar coil building up inside of you, the previous hours of cockwarming already making you feel sensitive and stimulating you to no end. Bokuto didn’t slow down and just kept on rolling his hips into yours, occasionally grazing against your oversensitive clit. “Ko- Kotarouuuu I need to come, please let me come, I can’t take it anymore!”, and so you felt how his thumb went down on your clit, rubbing and twisting it. His lips found your hard, rosy buds again, tonguing and sucking on them, his teeth scraping the prickling skin. All of the stimulation made your head spin and your orgasm hit you like a shockwave. Your mouth wide open, a silent scream coming out of it and your nails digging into Bokuto’s back. As you slowly came out of your orgasmic state, you realized that Bokuto’s still humping you and desperately chasing his high. He was overstimulating you and you needed a break, so you spoke up to help him reach his climax. “Kou please come for me. I need you to come for me, need to feel all of your hot and sticky cum flooding my pussy. I want it all deep inside of me, come on Kou wanna feel it dripping out of my little cunny.”

And with that he lost all of his control, hips moving erratically and a loud moan leaving his mouth, while you felt how your insides were filled with his hot cum. He fell down on you and buried his face in your chest, you both stayed like that, relaxing in the afterglow.

if you think that Bokuto would tear you apart, this man is going to break you

he is the epitome of a thick and long cock

there is no way that you could just cockwarm him randomly

usually you two do it in your bedroom

you still need to get prepped beforehand

so some fingering has to be done or you’d only be able to get the tip in

like Bokuto he loves to see you struggle and knows how much you have to take

he takes it slow on you at first

prepping you with his long fingers and maybe even eating you out (if you’ve been a good girl)

he’d take his time, enjoying how you’d mewl above him

he would get you sloppy wet but wouldn’t let you come

when he thinks you’re ready to take him he sits back up

he’d still take some lube and spread it on his cock just to be sure

he might like to add a little pain in the play but he’s aware of his size and it shouldn’t hurt more than necessary

so you’re slowly sliding down his cock

you already feel the stretching and straining

your walls are instantly clamping down on him which makes it harder to move

he tells you to relax and rubs your clit to distract you from the pain

taking a deep breath you try to regain your composure

his tip was already in and you start to move a little up and down a bit

that way you can slowly get him deeper inside of you

half way in you beg him to just leave it that

you already felt too full

but he won’t stop there and grabs your hips to push you down

when he bottoms out you felt tears prickling in your eyes

Mattsun comes ups and kisses them away

he looks down on your belly and nearly comes at the sight

your stomach was bulging from his long cock

you felt it, the strain against you belly button

you still felt a bit pain but it was overshadowed by the pleasure of being filled

you two just lie there and enjoy each others presence

but it was sure to end soon

Tendou Satori

Even though he was only inside of you and not moving, you felt completely stimulated. The veins of his cock were pulsing against you inner walls and his trimmed hair was pressed against your clit. “What is it? Is having my cock deep inside of our slutty hole not enough for you?”, he asked you with his deep voice in a taunting manner. You don’t react to him and so he thrusts his hips up in a fast motion and you nearly screamed. Even after spending some time with his cock inside of you, you won’t ever get accustomed to his size. “If you want it all you have to do is beg for a it like a little slut you are, alright babygirl?”, he moved his hands up to cup your face and you have no other choice but to look him right into the eyes. His eyes were devouring you already, full of desire and making you feel all hot and bothered.

You felt like a dam broke inside of you and the words just came rushing out of you. “Please daddy, I need to feel more than that. I’m your little slut and your pussy needs to be filled with all of your cum, please.”, you whined and slowly moved your hips on his cock, the feeling of being stretched still accompanying you. “Well said babygirl. Alright I guess I can’t leave you hangin then right?”, he smirked and thrusted into you from below. The tip of his cock kept on pushing against the inside of your stomach, reminding you of how big he actually was. He moved in a fast pace and circled his thumb around your clit. You had to hold onto him or else the impact his thrusts might have thrown you off of him. To say that he was wild was an understatement. He flipped you around on your back, his cock never sliding out of you and got back to his frenzy pace. His pants were fanning your face and you felt how he was slowly pushing you off the tip. He could feel how your walls were clenching down on him even more than usual and he knew you were close. His thrusts also became irregular and he landed a slap on your clit. That was what you needed to fall off the cliff, full speed into your sexual heaven. Mattsun followed you into his own high and spurts of cum were painting the insides of your now wrecked pussy white.

He circled his arms around your body and rolled off to the side, so he wouldn’t crush you. He pulled you into his chest, nose buried inside your hair and you two doze off into the dreamland.

he’s a fucking tease

cockwarming is smth you two casually do

like when you lounge on the couch and watch anime together

he was the first one to initiate it

but now none of you has too really say anything and it just happens

most of the times just cockwarming isn’t enough for you tho

he knows that but he wouldn’t move in any way

you would have to do all of the work

teases you and makes fun of you being so needy

you two started to watch the new season of bnha

somehow along the way you moved onto his lap and slipped his dick into you

just happens you know

so you two continue to watch the movie but you start to feel the tingle inside your stomach

you think you’re sly and moved forward to grab your drink so you could feel him moving inside of you

the problem was

you did that like every five minutes

so he picked up on our habit and just told you to give him your drink he’s gonna hold it for you

that ass

so you started to get impatient and squirmed on his lap

you could hear him chuckle

so you turned around and glared at him

he just shrugs at you and is like:

you wanna get off? do it yourself

“What’s going on? You look so troubled.”, you knew he was teasing you and you already knew that if you want something to happen, you had to do it yourself. So, you turned around until you were facing him, your hands on his shoulders and you started to move your hips. “Oh! So that’s what was keeping your mind occupied? I already knew that you weren’t focused on the tv but I didn’t think that you were thinking about fucking yourself on my cock.”, he laughed at you but that didn’t stop your movements. No, you even started to move faster so you could see him pant and flustered as you felt. Well, it won’t be that easy because he knows which buttons to press for you to break first. “So, you’re just using me like a fucktoy? Oh, you’re such a desperate little bitch, you couldn’t even watch the movie without thinking about stuffing your stupid cunt full of my cock?”, he knew how much his dirty talk was affecting you and your pussy clenched down on him at every word he said. Your juice was already dripping down o his cock and thighs, the whole scene a complete mess. That was fine with you though because you wouldn’t describe yourself other than a mess at the moment. A moaning mess, a hot and bothered mess, just a fucking mess for none other than Tendou Satori. The knot in your stomach was starting loosen and you felt how even more slick dripped down your thighs. Suddenly he thrusted his hips upwards into you and the climax came crashing down on you. Your body tensed up, thighs pressed against Tendou’s legs and eyes rolled back into your head. He’s following suit and thick squirts of his heavy creamy cum are rushing into you, making you feel even fuller than you already are. The episode was still running in the background, while you two panted from the exercise and you just sit there, taking your well deserved break.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #kenma x reader #bokuto x reader #matsukawa x reader #tendou x reader #kenma kozume #bokuto kotarou #matsukawa issei #tendou satori #Itadakimasu🍴

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annoyingloverbear · 4 years

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ASANO GAKUSHUU X READER HEADCANNONS

Before you ask......don't ask. Yes I like assassination classroom too.

This is a HC about Y/n and Gakushuu attending the same high school.

Ohh boy do I tell you this boi fell hard for you.

And by 'fell' I mean literally fell.

It was one of those rare occasions his father being the disciplined father he is made Gakushuu walk home from school just because he didn't eat his roasted asparagus in dinner last night.

He didn't really mind tho. His home wasn't that far and he liked to see what's going on in the outside peasant world sometimes.

As he was passing a convenient store, he heard some commotion in the alley behind it.

He ignored it and started to walk his way, but he saw a glimpse of a grey uniform skirt and snapped his head towards you.

He saw you, clad in Kunigioka's grey uniform and surrounded by three tattooed bulk men.

"Come on little girl, just keep us company for some karaoke. You see my friends and I we all are really bad singers and would love some help."______"What makes you think I'm good at singing?"________" Oh I can tell you are naturally good at it little bird! Your angelic voice is like as sweet as honey to my ears."________"Back off."_________"What?"________"I said back off you pathetic excuse of a human being before I break your willy and shove it down your throats."________"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!"

He raised his hand, but before he could even swing you neck sliced him in the throat and kicked him down there. He clutched himself as you once again kicked him in his ribs and hope that the blow was enough to keep him down for a bit. You grabbed your heavy aluminium water bottle (those things hurt guys😭 not that I've been hit by one but I accidentally hit myself. it's a great, heavy yet non-obvious self defense tool so carry one around👍) and swung it towards one of his friends. A sickening clang could be audibly heard as you hit him in the head and Congratulations!! You eliminated one more player.

You turned around and swung it towards yet another person who skillfully twisted and yanked your aluminium bottle away from you. This person was similar to your build and was standing in a defensive position, so you kicked the only thing available to you, his shin.

You were surprised as you heard a rather boyish yelp as your victim fell to the ground and grabbed his aching leg. Only then you realized......

Shit it's the previous headmaster's son.

"Oh no!! I didn't mean to kick you are you okay?"_________"I'm fine thank you."

You moved your hand towards the part of his leg which was sprained and saw that he flinched. Clearly he was in pain and seeing that he took care of one of the guys who was hitting on you felt bad so you took him to your house to treat his injury no matter how much he refused.

That was it. That's how he fell for you.

He expected himself to fall for someone who was at the same level of genius as him, but apparently he was wrong.

Why you ask he fell for you? Because you were the only one who can kick his ass purple and speak sweet words to him at the same time.

Seeing that you were an average student, not too good not too bad, he didn't really have a problem with sharing his feelings for you with someone.

The first one to notice it was not Ren, but Karma. Or you could say that Karma found his theory to be correct as he eavesdropped on Gakushuu telling Ren about how he felt for you.

Ren, knowing his manipulating skills encouraged Gakushuu to manipulate one of the teachers to transfer you from class C to class A.

And so you did.

Gakushuu, Ren along with Karma and you. This was a particularly chaotic classroom.

You weren't really complaining, as your grades got better the day you stepped in the class. But you can't shake the feeling that ten pairs of eyes were watching your every movement.

(And lol that was so true😂)

Gakushuu only respectfully watched you and your subtle movements. The way you'd chew on your pencil or nails when you were stuck, the way your eyes turned big round and innocent every time you didn't understand a concept, the way you'd pick on your peach fuzz on your face when you were anxious. Every single habit, every little thing he loved about you, he would have it memorized. Heck when he was feeling stressed out about his future company finances (yes he's planning big) he would pick on his own peach fuzz and smile like an idiot as his heart relaxes and flutters at the same time.

Ren however, watched for your responses to guys. Every time the handsome professor walked in, (admit it, we all have one at some point in our life😏) you would sit up straight, your spine rid of any slouchiness from studying. The way you would cross your legs so your skirt rides up just a bit, and the way your gaze turned sly and your smirk naughty, yes this boy is serious about helping his best friend. Heck he would even come up to you and talk to you to get some type of reaction towards him, but figures out you didn't really like him (ouch!😢)

But Karma stared. And by stared I literally mean stared. Bore holes in the back of your head by staring at you too much. He didn't understand that a guy as corrupt as Gakushuu would fall for a disheveled angel like you. It's not that you weren't beautiful, but the combination of scary principal's son and a smol fluffy bean didn't seem very safe. At times you would even find Karma behaving as an older brother to you. And you weren't one to complain but rather happy that someone in here truly cares for you than judge you for your grades.

Add 7 other girls who were suspicious of you and that's all the people who keep staring at you during the time you're in class.

Every morning you hand in your homework, it was always Gakushuu. You would hand in your homework, he would scan it once and turn around to check others'.

But you knew better than that.

After school was over, you would make your way to the hallway but a strong grip held you back.

"We need to work on your Social Studies. You suck at it."______"But shuu!!!"_______"No buts. Get in the library and wait for me there."

He would drag you to the library and make you study your worst subject (which isn't fun at all🤢) but he would make it a LOT easier for you to understand.

Of course Ren gave him some tips to flirting. Hold her pinky, look in her eyes, compliment her and yada yada yada yada yada......

He did try one of them, but he almost had a heart attack from his heart beating so fast that he decided not to listen to his minio- I mean friend anymore and do it his way.

And honestly he loves his way!!

He loved the cute nicknames you made for him while you whined for him to release you. He loved it the way your face lightens up when he explains there was an easier way to solve an equation.

All the nervousness is his system had vanished.

He also got to the point where when you got an obviously easy question wrong, he would pinch your cheeks while grinning wide.

This made study time a lot easier for you.

You weren't aware that he was like that for and with you only. Only you made him feel that way.

But you found out soon when he got TOO comfortable one day and let it slip out.

"Y/n I think I have a crush on you."

As soon as he said it, blood rushed to your cheeks and drained from his.

Both of you were staring at each other for a hot minute before you broke the silence.

"You're kidding aren't you? I'm not even that smart or that much of a genius in anything. I- but-"

"Y/n I know that. But it's just something about you that I love. I- I can't express in words how much I adore you."

You were starstruck.

Asano Gakushuu. THE Asano Gakushuu likes you!!!!

But you still refused to believe yourself AND his words. Wondering if he was turning into a playboy like Ren.

All you could say was "Then show me."

The library was quiet and you two specifically picked up a spot away from other students, the librarian and surveillance cameras so both of you can goof off. Who knew that this was also the perfect place to kiss?

He gently took your hand as he first stared at your eyes and shifted his gaze to your lips. You acted confident as if you knew how to kiss but god knows you kicked the ass of your first boyfriend before he could even hold your hand.

His gaze stayed on your lips as he licked his and visibly gulped. You wanted to throw a snarky remark but seeing the boy was as edged as a cat you wouldn't dare.

Bringing one of his hands up to your cheek he slightly tilted his head as he came near you before stopping right where your lips weren't touching his but you could feel his minty breath. Obviously waiting for you if you were okay with this, you decided to close that painful space between the two of you.

As soon as your lips touched his, he was in charge. This wasn't a particularly deep or fast kiss. You weren't digging your tongues in each other's mouth but rather just moving your lips to each other, as if giving silent yet intimate messages to each other. His lips slightly glided over yours, and you definitely knew that the way he was kissing you, he was an expert hidden within an amateur. The kiss wasn't heated or passionate in any way, but it was sinfully sweet.

It lasted for about a minute, but felt like an eternity.

Pulling away he stared at you again softly before saying "Thank You" and intertwining your fingers with his.

You were too shocked to react to anything. You were an average student. You got into fights. Your mom always yells at you to behave. Your dad keeps telling you to improve your temper. Why the hell does this boy like you?

He noticed you were staring at him the same way you stared at the blackboard during class when the professor was teaching the quantum theory for the first time.

Now that this boy had finally kissed you, he was bold enough to reach out his thumb and running it over your lower lip before popping it in his mouth.

"Pineapple flavoured lip balm, huh? I thought strawberry was the preferred choice when it came to anything for girls. Including......" his eyes lowered to your legs which felt like they were bare naked in the tiny skirt.

"Shuu!!!! Don't stare at me!!" You shoved him away as he laughed and you covered your face with your sweater paws.

"I'm sorry dear. You are just so adorable I couldn't help myself." He said while stroking your hair.

Little did they know a certain playboy on the other side of the library was paying attention to them the whole time and a redhead was poking his head from above one of the bookshelves.

#gakushu asano x reader #asano gakushuu #asano gakuho #assassination classroom #assassination classroom headcannons #Gakushuu x reader #Gakushuu x y/n #asano Gakushuu headcannons #karma akabane #ren sakakibara

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psychedelic-ink · 4 years

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A/N: This is a gift for the lovely @elliemehl and she wanted a reader x Katakuri with a dash of sin (tho I might’ve accidentally spilled more then intended) also this is my first time writing for him so hopefully I did him justice!

This is also a modern AU so Katakuri’s still tall but he’s not like 5 meters xD I hope you enjoy this and wishing you a merry early Christmas! <3

Pairing: fem!reader x Charlotte Katakuri

Genre: Romance / Lemon

Word Count: 1358k

Warnings: NS.FW , oral (receiving)

Prompt: Can’t make it for Christmas

Your hands shaking, you closed the phone. A series of emotions befell upon you, sadness, disappointment, anger. Sitting on the couch, you gazed upon the livingroom to witness the hours worth of preparation that you've done. The tree was beautifully decorated, scented candles everywhere and the creme de la creme a table full of Katakuri’s favorite dishes and that wasn’t all, in the oven there were gingerbread cookies baking as you mourned.

Sighing, you kicked off your slippers and laid on the couch. Of course his mother had to give him an assignment on Christmas, you weren’t surprised at all. That woman never had her children’s good intention in mind, it always had to be about her and the family business.

Katakuri sounded so hurt too when he told you that he wasn’t going to make it. He knew well that you’ve been working hard to make today perfect. You stared at the white ceiling, you just wanted him to have a good christmas, eat some delicious food and relax. Why did it always have to be so hard ?

Slowly, your mind started to drift off. After a whole day spent, finally the tiredness of your body reached your brain.

“I guess a quick nap won’t hurt.” you mumbled as you closed your eyes

Breathe. Breathe.

You couldn’t. But you had to. Breathe.

Heaving, you ran, you saw a glimpse of crimson hair and a tall silhouette. You followed it as you held your chest, you still couldn’t breathe, coughing you fell to the ground. The silhouette disappeared, your surroundings now drowning in complete darkness. Tears stung your eyes, you were scared you wanted to leave. Where were you?

You felt yourself starting to shake along with the ground you were kneeling on. An earthquake? Light shined upon you, looking up you were blinded by it but fresh air followed and you found that you could finally breathe. You extended your arm, was this an exit? Were you saved?

“Wake up y/n!”

“...what?” your voice groggy, you peeled your eyes open.

Continuing to lay on the couch you tilted your head to the side and squinted your eyes. Katakuri was hovering over you, looking down at you with a worried expression. Before you could ask anything you coughed, noticing a certain smell in the air your eyes widened with realization.

“The cookies!”

You jolted up but Katakuri held you in place as he kneeled in front of you, his worried expression shifted into one of relief.

“Don’t worry I turned off the oven,” then he frowned. “What were you thinking taking a nap while baking?”

“I...I forgot.” your gaze was fixated on him, still feeling a bit hazy you pinched the bridge of your nose. “What time is it? When did you get here?”

“I managed to finish up early and rushed here to be with you,” he chuckled. “And good thing that I did.”

A wide smile spread across your face, Katakuri was here and he was in time for christmas. The cookies might’ve been burnt but there was still so much you had prepared for him. Butterflies flew in your stomach and your pulse quickened, jumping forward you wrapped your arms around his neck. His arms came around your waist and he pulled you in closer. You could feel him inhaling your scent as the two of you embraced.

“I’m so happy that you’re here.” you said your voice shaking a bit at the end.

“So am I.”

Pulling back you placed your hand ever so tenderly on his cheek, your fingertips danced along his lips and followed the scar that formed an arc up to his cheek bone. Katakuri pressed his cheek further into your palm with closed eyes and sighed. Smiling you leaned in and pressed your lips against his, a supposedly innocent action on your part. But it was quick to shift into an act of passion as Katakuri slid his tongue eagerly between your lips.

His tongue explored your mouth, your tongue dancing along his, he sucked on your warm muscle. You moaned into the kiss as you pressed your body further against him, it felt warm and secure. Your insides quivered.

As Katakuri parted away from you he pulled your tongue along with him, he sucked on it, earning a mewl from you. You stared at him between half lidded eyes, your cheeks a vibrant red. With a smile Katakuri placed his forehead against yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath smelling of coffee. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Before you could reply Katakuri scooped you up and placed your back to the couch, you were expecting him to join but instead he kneeled in front of you spreading your legs apart. You watched him with awe as he tugged your sweatpants down with ease, he smirked when he saw the wet stain on your underwear.

“Someone’s eager.”

You blushed and averted your eyes. The way his gaze was fixated on your arousal made you feel nervous, and it wasn’t like it was the first time he was looking at it but you still weren’t used to it.

Katakuri peeled your underwear to the side and you gasped when the cold air hit your heat. He had a strong grip on your thighs, dipping down he trailed your skin with open mouthed kisses only to stop when he reached your inner thigh. He grazed his teeth against the sensitive skin and gently took a bite out of it. A loud moan escaped your as you felt his teeth on your skin, instinctevely you placed your hand on the top of his hair, playing with his short hair as he continued to kiss,lick and nibble on you.

Your skin was burning with every kiss he placed on you, your mind felt numb with the pleasure he was inflicting on you. Katakuri’s hand went up from your thigh and to your pussy, he slid his forefinger between your folds, you whined when the noise of your wetness reached your ears. But despite your flushed state, the noises managed to stir you on further and you could feel yourself getting slicker around his finger.

When Katakuri was done with your thigh, he made his way towards your arousal. It throbbed as you felt his warm breath ghosting over you. Licking his lips Katakuti hummed happily as he dipped down into your cunt. His tongue delved between your folds and found your aching hole. Pushing his tongue between the tight muscle, a loud mewl escaped your lips. He wiggled his tongue as he pushed it further into you. Your grip on his hair tightened and you threw your head back.

Enjoying that you were coming undone, Katakuri eagerly started to thrust his tongue in and out of you, loving the way your insides twitched around his warm muscle. You shouted his name over and over again when he started to play with your clit with his free hand. He pinched, pulled and rubbed the sensitive nub. You couldn’t even think anymore the only thing you could concentrate on was how good he was making you feel.

“Kata,” you managed to moan out. “I’m close.”

He replied with a hum and his thrusts became faster along with his strokes against your clit. You started to match his pacing with your hips, it wasn’t much but you couldn’t contain yourself anymore. You could almost taste the bliss, a little bit more…

With one last pinch on your clit you were seeing stars. Your body spasming and nails digging into his scalp you screamed his name over and over again as you came. Katakuri didn’t stop until you came down from your orgasm high, heavily breathing your grip on his hair loosened. He looked up to you with a smug grin on his face.

“Merry Christmas.”

“Ho ho ho,” you replied, still trying to catch your breath. “I hope you’re not full yeti there’s still plenty to eat.”

“Don’t worry,” he said getting up. “I’m insatiable.”

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stevesharrlngtons · 4 years

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wherever i’m going -- i’m taking you with me.

roman godfrey x reader

summary: you run through roman’s dreams nightly, but this time it’s different. this time it’s an omen where you dawn a white dress with blood pouring for your mouth, your body ripped to shred. and this time peter sees it too.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: kinda short for me, i hope that’s ok! got a couple of other stories in the works tho. but, i really hope you enjoy!

“I gotta run,” You said as you stood from the couch in the Godfrey’s sitting room.

Roman let out a childish groan as he deflated into the stiff cushions, lanky limbs melting across the furniture like a Dali clock.

“No, you don’t. At least stay for one more episode?”

“I promised I’d have dinner with my mom before she has to go in to work graveyard tonight.” You reply, gathering your discarded sweater and shoes and redressing in them.

“Come on,” Roman practically whines, reaching out with his foot to hook you around the back of your knee, “One more episode.”

You turn to give him a reprimanding look, a look that was utterly ineffective as a smile threatened to form on your lips.

“Shelley, can you please call him off?” You look over your shoulder toward the younger Godfrey, holed up in an armchair with a grin.

“He’s not used to hearing no.” She typed out and you snort.

“Some help you are!” Shelley just giggled.

“Yeah,” Roman pushed himself up with a grunt, quickly snaking his arms around your waist, “I’m not used to hearing no. Let’s not start today, yeah?”

You looked down at him, his chin resting against your abdomen while he gazed up at you with his most convincing puppy eyes.

You move your hands to hold his cheeks, squeezing them together causing his lips to pout, “Everyone’s right, you are a brat.”

You lean down and peck his pursed mouth, “Walk me to my car?”

Roman gives a heavy sigh in defeat, collapsing back into the couch for a moment before begrudgingly getting up, making the movement seem like a great effort.

“You owe me,” He responds in a grumble.

“Oh, of course,” You reply dramatically as you walk over and give Shelley a chaste kiss to the forehead in goodbye.

Roman waits for you by the door for you to finish your farewells with his sister, then leads you outside.

At your car, you toss your bag through the open window into the passenger seat, then lean against the door to look up at Roman.

“I think you should just move in here, you’re over enough.” He comments, placing his hands on your hips.

“I’m sure our mother’s would love that,” You counter swiftly.

“Fuck my mom,” Roman says, “And yours, well she could finally travel like she’s always wanted.”

“So what? I’m just the dead weight holding her back?”

“Oh c’mon, you know I didn’t mean it like that.” Roman sighs, moving closer to you.

You stay quiet, letting him squirm a bit. You knew he meant nothing by his comment, nothing more than a desperate search for you to agree to his offer.

“I would, but I’d only be giving into your spoiled-rich-boy complex. I can’t do that. I have to be the one to teach you hard work and perseverance. I want you to turn out to be a well rounded young man.”

The scowl that overtook Roman’s face made you burst into giggles.

“Fuck that, and you for saying it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” You say, giggles dying down as you lean up to give him a kiss. A longer one to appease him, “I’ll call you later, OK?”

“OK,” Roman says breathlessly to your lips, “Love you.”

“Love you, too.” And you pulled away from him.

Parting from Roman was always a five minute process, or longer. Because he would kiss you deeper, and beg for one more, and whisper sweet words and begs for you to stay, trying your resolve each and every time. Tonight was no different. You finally left the Godfrey grounds seven minutes later with swollen lips and the beginning of a love bite on your neck.

You ran through a field of grass and wildflowers. Looking over your shoulder with a wide smile and echoing giggles.

“Catch me! Faster! Before I fall! Catch me, Roman!” Your voice carried far and wide.

The dress you adorned was white, gauzy, and thin. Roman could see the hazy outline of your body beneath the fabric, your soft curves shining through as the sun basked you in it’s buttery glow. The world was saturated in warm tones and smelled like fresh laundry on his skin.

“Please, Ro! Catch me! I’m going to trip!” Your melodic voice begged, as you remained just out of arm's length.

Roman ran as fast as he could, panting and heaving as he tried to keep up with your light feet. His fingers would dust the fabric of your dress, feel the fibers and loose threads on his nails, but he could never get close enough to wrap you his grasp and capture you. He tumbled through the tall grass and felt a distinct tightness in his chest of yearning and fear. He just wanted to reach you.

As he continued the chase, Roman’s legs began to feel utterly heavy and stiff. A smattering of pins and needles danced under his skin and began to numb his extremities. It felt like he was pushing through water and running through sand. When he looked down to his feet, suddenly he was. He was encased in thick slimy sand and he could barely move.

“Roman?” Your voice was far away and trembling.

Roman snapped his head back up to look at you, still in your field of wildflowers and fragile gown.

“Roman, please, it’s going to happen…” You were suddenly crying, your face streaked with tears that left unforgiving wet trails over your delicate skin.

“I won’t! I won’t!” Roman calls, trying to dig himself from the swallowing sand.

“Baby… it hurts,” You whimper and groan and Roman watches as you reach down to clutch your stomach. Your crisp white dress now swathed with red.

A long, jagged cut marred your abdomen, blood pouring out of you like rushing water.

“No!” Roman screams, chanting the word until his throat was thick and hoarse.

You hiccup, and heavy currents of dark crimson drip past your lips. Your sputtering as the blood splatters your once spotless face, freckling your draining cheeks as a new outpour of blood furthers to ruin your dress.

Roman claws at the sand sucking him under, the little particles cutting into his fingers like shards of glass as he continues his tireless efforts to escape.

He watches as you stare at the blood in question, trying to push it back into your jutting abdomen wound fruitlessly, only managing to push more out.

“Stay right there, I’m coming! I’m coming!” Roman shouts, but the sand has sucked him down despite his best efforts and is up to his chin. The sun was so bright now, it was beginning to blinding him.

“No, you’re not.” You say with blood painted lips, teeth slimy with cardinal colors and sickly browns.

Roman tries to shout again, only for the sand to begin to enter his mouth and fill his lungs, before it engulfs him completely.

Roman shot awake, slick with sweat and an intense weighing heat covering every inch of his body.

His eyes stung with unshed tears as he scrambled to reach his phone on his nightstand. It told him it was just after two in the morning before he dials your number.

With his trembling hand to his ear, he listens to the incessant ring and waits for you to answer.

But the phone just rings, and rings and rings. And Roman swallows down the bile that raises in his throat as he gets your voicemail.

He calls back immediately, listening to the endless tone with shallow breaths. Once more, he gets your voicemail.

“Fuck!” Roman shouts, his voice carrying in the silent bedroom.

He starts to kick away his blankets and press your contact once more, when his phone buzzes. He doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“Hello? Baby?” Roman gasps.

“No, it’s uh, it’s me.” The voice on the other end isn’t yours, but Peter’s.

“Peter, dear fucking -- did you have it? Did you see her?” Roman asks, his voice frenzied.

“Yeah, I… I needed to call and see if she was with you. But I guess not.”

And Roman starts to hyperventilate. He tries to gulp in as much air as he can, but his lungs are tight and constricted with tears and terror.

“Peter, she’s next. No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! This isn’t happening, this can’t be happening!” Sobs wracked his body as Peter did his best to calm him.

“Hey, hey! Calm down, alright? She’s probably just fine.”

Probably, probably, probably.

But not definitely.

Roman’s mind began to churn out pictures of your pretty little face on the news next to Brooke Bluebell and Lisa Willoughby. A newscaster reciting your name mournfully and telling the world that you were the latest victim of this horrific animal prowling after young girls in a sleepy Pennsylvania town.

“She’s not answering, Peter! She’s not fucking answering her phone. She’s not -- fuck!” Roman could barely get the words out.

Your face in print, the ink smudging and transferring to the pads of Roman’s fingers from the amount of times he strokes your still features. Perfect and frozen in time. The headline saying something about another teen dead. Another beautiful girl with so much potential… torn from the world and limb from limb.

“Calm down, Roman! We need to find her, OK? I’m sure she’s just asleep and didn’t hear her phone. Let’s find her before we have a fuckin’ melt down, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, Ok, yeah.” Roman nods, running a tense hand through his hair.

“So, why don’t you sit tight and I’ll go over to her house and bring her to you?”

“No!” Roman shouts, “No! I’m going, she needs me.”

Roman stands from his bed and rushes around his room to gather any discarded clothing he could find crumpled on the ground or splayed over the back of a chair.

“Roman, let’s just think about this for a minute. You’re worried, stressed out of your mind, you’re not thinking straight. You’re gonna fuckin’ crash your car if you drive like this.” Peter tries to reason.

Roman scoffs, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re really not,” Peter lets out a humorless chuckle.

“Yeah, y’know what? You’re right, I’m fucking not,” Roman spits.

He’s running down the stairs in a mismatched outfit in a search for his car keys, “I’ll be fine when I see she’s OK.”

Roman hangs up his phone before Peter can argue anymore.

When Roman gets to your house, he doesn't waste time knocking. He just picks up the trick rock in the front flowerpot to retrieve the spar key from inside it, and storms into your house. He barely remembers to shut the door behind him.

“(Y/N)! Baby!” Roman calls, searching around for any signs of disturbance or foul play.

He bounds up your staircase, frantically calling for you all the while. When he reaches your bedroom, he plows his way through the door without ceremony. His grip warping the thin gold plated knob, fingers molding into the cheap tin with worried fury.

You shot up from your mattress when Roman burst in with a shriek, clutching your chest as Roman stood dumbfounded in your doorway.

“Jesus Christ, Roman! What the hell? You just about gave me a heart attack! Fuck,” You let out a loud breath and fell against your pillows, sucking in calming breaths, “What is wrong with you?”

Overwhelming relief rushed through Roman’s viens as he watched you, annoyed and disgruntled in a sea of sheets and blankets from his entrance.

“Oh my God,” Tears sprang back to his eyes as Roman quickly closed the short distance between himself and your bed and vined his arms around you.

He blanketed you in his body, crushing you to the mattress as he sobbed into your neck.

“Whoa, hey, Ro? Baby? What happened? What’s going on?” You asked, anger turning quickly to worry as you moved to wrap your arms around his shaking shoulders.

His forearms press into the base of your neck and the hollow of your back uncomfortably, arching you into him in an awkward position. But the pain only served as a reminder to Roman that you were real. You’re here and you’re breathing and your bones clash with his and your breath fogs his brain. He couldn’t speak, all he could do was inhale your clean scent and the pattern of your heartbeat.

“Roman, you’re scaring me. What the hell is going on?” You tried again.

“Just stay right here. Be safe,” He hushed, nuzzling closer to you, pressing his cold nose to your clavicle.

A distinct prick of worry and fear made itself known in your gut, but you tried your best to subdue it.

For now.

“Alright, but please just tell me you’re OK?” You whisper, gripping the back of his shoulders tightly.

“Yeah. And so are you.”

You woke the next morning with a stabbing pain in your side and with stiff limbs. The sun had peeked over Roman’s head and cast onto your tired lids. Your hands were still tangled in his hair, resting loosely on the nape of his neck, having stopped combing through brunet strands sometime around dawn when sleep finally took you back under.

You tried to shift your weight around to alleviate the discomfort, but a small voice stopped you.

“Don’t get up,” Came Roman’s throaty plea.

“I wasn’t, just getting comfortable. M’back hurts.”

Roman doesn’t reply, just moves his arm from where it had been digging into your muscles and moves onto his side so you can too. His other arm stays firmly coiled around your shoulders.

You sigh in relaxed pleasure as you stretch out the kink in your back and are able to snuggle back into Roman with no pain.

“Thank you,” You mutter and kiss the hollow of his throat before you begin to drift off again.

His warmth, his soft pine cologne, the weight of his arms around you, the safety he offered, it was hard to stay awake all while under the thick cloud of blankets and early morning heat. Roman began to drag his fingers gently up and down your spine, helping to lull you back into sleep. That was until you remembered that Roman hadn’t just snuck in the night before to sleep next to you. You two hadn’t fucked and smoked and passed out in each other’s arms. He had come storming into your bedroom last night with crazed glazed eyes, looking like he’d seen a ghost, or something worse. So, you blink away any residual urge for slumber.

“What happened last night?” You asked, running your nose along his thrumming pulse.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Roman moves his palm up to cup the back of your skull, “We’ll talk about it when you wake up.”

You wiggle away from his embrace far enough to see his face. He looked pensive and worried. His sweet lips chapped and gnawed raw.

“I don’t want to wait, Ro. You really freaked me out last night.” You lean further back, “Was it Olivia? Did she do something?”

“No, no,” Roman sighs, “Not this time. It wasn’t her.”

“Then what was it?”

Roman ran the tip of his tongue over his cracked lips and sniffs loudly. He makes a scene to look anywhere but your eyes. He looked scared, and Roman never looked scared. Angry? Interested? Annoyed? Curious? Yes, but never scared.

“Ro? What is it? You're freaking me.” You reach for his hand that is resting on your hip and wrap it in your own.

His jaw flexes and swivels, his bottom teeth jutting out before he finally sighs, “You were in my dream last night…”

“And?”

“Peter had the dream, too.”

It felt like the wind had been knocked from your lungs. You knew Roman could feel your hand tighten around his own, because he pushed your face back to press into his chest.

“But it’s OK. It’s going to be alright. I have you, I have you, I have you,” He chants, slipping his long calf around your legs to further his point.

“Peter saw me, too?” You asked, voice quivering with uncertainty.

“Yeah, baby. He did.”

“And it was the same dream?”

Roman took a long pause that told you more than his words ever could.

“Did you see it, too? Did it get me?”

You can feel Roman shutter against you. Like someone had poured ice water down his back.

“No, we didn’t. It wasn’t there. It was just… it wasn’t pretty, I’ll spare you the details but it wasn’t fucking pretty. It freaked us out.”

“Oh God,” You muttered, your mind moving a mile a minute, “Oh my God. I’m next.”

“No.” Roman says, an animalistic roar from deep in his chest, his arms working to pull you even closer, “No. Nothing is going to happen to you. I won’t let it.”

“What if something happens that you can’t stop? Or you’re not there? Or I’m alone? Or, or, fuck! I don’t know!” You gasp, your heart palpating in your chest.

You had never been faced with your own mortality before. You had never had a near death experience or even anything close to one. You sometimes felt embarrassed when your peers would talk about terrifying advantentures they had embarked on that almost ended fatally but they triphumpanlty survived. Or activities they foolishly starred in and swore they saw their lives flash before their eyes. The stories were likely embellished, but you still felt square. You weren’t an adrenaline junkie, you didn’t even like carnival rides. You liked knowing you’d wake the next day, safe and sound with two feet planted firmly on the ground. This feeling of possible and even probable death by crazed werewolf made your vision blur and bile coat your tongue.

There wasn’t enough air in the world to satisfy your thirsty lungs.

“Hey, hey, stop!” Roman said sternly, his voice working to break through your wave of panic, “Nothing is going to happen, OK? Nothing. I will do whatever possible to keep you safe. I don’t care what it takes.”

“Ro --” Tears had begun to fall from your eyes without your knowledge, and his name came from your lips weak and whimpered.

“I have you, I’ve got you. I am going to be with you 24-fucking-7 until we kill this thing. I am not going to leave your side until I have a fucking Vargulf head in the trophy room.” He reassures.

“How can you be with me when you are going off to kill it?”

“Then I’m gonna lock you in Shelley’s room and make you stay put until I’m back. We aren’t taking any chances with this.”

You pull back once more to look at him with glazed eyes; his face pink from sleep and tears.

“You’ll stay at the house until we kill this thing, alright? I don’t care what Olivia or anyone else says, you’ll stay with me.”

“What if it comes here anyway? What if it hurts my mom? Oh my God, Roman, my mom!” Your blubbering again.

“Fuck it, she can come, too. We’ll make something up, have Peter forge some documents from the city that say you guys have to get out of this house, then I’ll offer up guest bedrooms. We’ll figure it out.” He replies, smoothing your hair against your head.

“Do you really think it’ll work?”

Roman sighs, “I mean if it doesn’t I could, y’know, persuade her.”

“Roman, no.”

You knew Roman would never do anything to hurt your beloved mother, but the thought of him using his eye-thing on her made your stomach twist.

“I would and I will if I have to. I’ll do what I have to to keep you safe. That’s just how it is.”

He was your protector. Your warrior. Fuck Peter, fuck his mother and Destiny. Fuck anyone who told him this wasn’t his fight, that he should bow out and let the Rumanecks handle this. Because now it definitely was. Now, he was to be the one who saved the town and you and Peter and Letha and Shelley. He was to be the one who cut off the head of this wolf or ripped it apart with his bare hands to keep his loved ones safe. He was strong, he was the warrior.

“OK.” You surrendered to his declarations of safety and tried to let his presence lull you.

You’d have to pack some things in a few hours, help come up with a lie to convince your mother, then move into the Godfrey mansion and hope it’s walls were enough to shuck this black omen from your soul.

“I got you, I promise I do.” Roman hushes, placing a delicate kiss to your forehead.

Your burrow deeper into his embrace and refuse to tell him about the dream you’d had the night before. The dream about spitting your teeth into his hands and running your tongue over your coppery gums. You needed to call Destiny or Peter’s mom to get the prognosis on if it meant anything. If it was just unsettling or apart of whatever Roman and Peter were seeing at night. For now, all you could hope was that it was the former, and Roman’s energy was enough to heal your fearful heart.

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lucifers-little-cum-drop · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request nsfw with dom!Beel and a sub!m!mc? (If you dont do male mc's then just gender neutral please) the mc having teased him all day, being cheeky and then acting like nothing was going on, (maybe dressing like a cheerleader at his sports practice/big game? Just an idea for inspo tho) How beel would react to that being the main part of the headcanon/story?

I honestly don’t write male reader just because it can be hard for me but since you asked so nicely I’ll try my best! I’ve had many dreams where I had a dick so that should help! 💪🏾

I decided I’d write some simple nsfw for you and slide the cheerleader thing in a bit as well. I’m bad at describing so I hope you like it either way!

This one is slightly longer, I’m still trying to get back into writing after not doing it for so long so I must have gotten excited and lost myself. I still hope you enjoyed this and like I said this is NSFW! Like, HEAVILY Nsfw. So yeah.

Nsfw of Beel with a Sub!M!Mc Who Likes to Tease Him

You know teasing Beel will have him breed you till you can’t walk for weeks and yet that’s the same reason you can help but do it.

Beel will not take any teasing lightly and if you do it in public he’ll have to hardest time holding back from face fucking you where you stand but he’ll manage at least until you two are close to getting home.

That little cheerleader outfit will drive him absolutely mad and while it won’t show in his face immediately, you can see the animalistic hungry in his eyes and you can practically taste the unhinged beast in him trying to break out and jump you.

He will appreciate and love the support you give him at his games but in all honesty he has to force himself to focus on the game and not the heat that’s trying to make itself known in the lower half of his body.

You’re so cute in that outfit and even if it’s like some cliché movie scene he just can’t help it.

Once the game is over he’s making his way to you and you give him a bright smile, complimenting him on how well he did and how amazing he was and while doing that all he can do is look down at you. He may want to pin you down right now but he does enjoy your praise and kind words and he’ll thank you for them.

As you speak he’ll let his eyes trail over you, when you two had first started dating and he’d watch you he’d try not to be noticeable but now he didn’t care if you caught him or not because if you did that meant that.. he wanted you to catch him.

His gaze is so strong that it shushes you, his eyes starting from you shoes, up you lovely naked thighs to that nearly too short skirt that hugged your waist just the way he liked it. He then looks up your chest and neck that he wishes to mark right here only to gaze back into your eyes. You shiver, because you know what’s to come and your cock twitches under your skirt.

He’ll lean down to your ear and speak against it in a low tone just for you and say, “let’s go home, I’m hungry.” And you already know the word, ‘hungry’ has a double meaning here suddenly. With eagerness you agree.

The second you two are alone he’s pinning you to a wall, you two haven’t even made it to his bedroom but then again Belphie might be there so he doesn’t wish to wake him.

He attacks your neck with hungry kisses and bites, leaving marks all over your skin and you know you should tell him not to seeing as you both have school tomorrow but how can you tell him to stop when he’s doing such a good job?

“B-Beel..~” you’ll purr and he’ll growl lowly against your skin, your cheek pressed against the wall while his toned form hugs you from behind. You’re so fucking hard now that he can practically smell your arousal and it only manages to wake the beast in him more.

He’ll bite your neck hard enough for it to bleed, not too hard to hurt you but just enough to where he knows you can handle it. His hands are on your hips, pulling them so that your ass is as his pelvis and for a while he just has you like that. His own cock rock hard in his pants as he ruts against your ass before he pants and hitches your skirt up.

Your bulging cock strains against your panties and he immediately cups it in one of his large hands, fondling your clothed cock before he rips your panties with a quick snap. They fall to the floor as you yelp at him, arching under his touch like the whore you both knew you were.

“Beel..!~ I just got those..” you pout and he doesn’t reply with words but with a simple huff for a second before continuing. “We’ll get some more later.” He responds.

His hand is around your cock now and while Beel has been know for chase after his own pleasure he’s recently wanted to get you off first a couple times before he did so himself. The pumping of his hand on your cock leaves you breathless and at times when you get too loud he moves his other hand up to cover your mouth. The last thing either of you needed was for the others to find you.

Your first orgasm leaves you panting, Brit immediately Beel is turning you around in order to face him. He’ll get on his knees and take you into his hot mouth, gripping your hips so that you can’t thrust against him while he swallows around you. The tip on your cock hitting the back of his throat doesn’t gag him so it’s literally perfect for you to face fuck when he gives you a chance. His mouth is so wet, so hot and fuck, he knows how to use it the right way in order to make you buck like some horny dog.

Your second orgasm leaves you with shaky legs, your hips pulling back slowly to see your cock slowly slide out from between his slightly puffy lips as you hold your skirt up for him to get a better view. He swallowed your cum like he’d been starving and fuck, no wonder he enjoyed being on his knees for you. The view from his angle is absolutely breathtaking as well..

Your cheeks a bright red, a slight sheen of sweat gathering on your skin, your lips slightly open as you pant and with the skirt pulled up and your soft cock hanging between your legs he just knows he can’t hold back on you tonight even if he wanted to. Not like you couldn’t handle it though.

He��s getting back up now, standing at his full height which is much taller than you and he yanks open his pants and pulls down his boxers to where his cock can slide out. It’s thick, veiny, hot and red.. needy and irritated for being neglected.

He picks you up and you wrap your legs around him and he slides in, stopping with what little sanity he still has left in him. He doesn’t wish to hurt you after all.

The second you’re ready for him though he doesn’t hold back. He’s fucking you so hard that you can feel his cock in your guts and it’s so loud that he doesn’t even try to shush your cries and moans. Your cock is still sensitive from your first two orgasms but he’s managed to pull another one of of you and while he bounces you so do your cock.

He’s biting, kissing, sucking on your neck again, making sure to mark you as his and when your hole starts to tighten and squeeze him he grabs your cock again.

Your hair is a mess thanks to it bobbing and getting messy, your head tilted back to expose more of your neck at he fucks you like he’s trying to put a baby in you and at this point, if it were possible, you’d probably let him.

This orgasm leaving you shaking so bad that you have to dig your nails into his clothes for some type of support. Your arching and gasping. Then your cumming, cock twitching harshly before you blow your load ruining your cute little outfit and even getting some on his clothes. You hole squeezing him so nicely makes him growl against you before he’s thrusting more, pumping you with cum until he’s panting and milking the rest out of him.

Your still twitching but he has you, he’ll hold you and even though he’s just cum you both know this is just the first couple orgasms that you’ll be sharing tonight. There will be much more later, for now he makes it his responsibility to get you back to his room though, so with a kiss against your sweaty neck and a gently petting on your back he hitched you up a bit before making his way back to his room. Maybe Belphie would be sleeping somewhere else so you both could get in, however even if Belphie was in the room you doubt the twin would make much of a fuss over how you and his precious twin looked right now.

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bakubabes-tatakae · 4 years

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Melting My Heart (Part Three)

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(Katsuki Bakugou x Reader)

Summary: The fireball with the attitude has one weakness, Y/N. When she’s the only thing that can break through his cold appearance around the other students, he starts to learn that being the best... isn’t the only thing out there.

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Part One, Part Two

Part Three:

Word Count: 2025

With the exams for UA High coming up Katsuki was training constantly. Our backyard was beginning to look like a war zone, craters littered the ground as he used his explosions to blow holes and then fill them back in, just to blast them back up again. I stepped into the backyard and smelt the familiar smell of caramel, Katsuki had to be working pretty hard if the sweet sweat smell was as strong as it is. When the sliding door to the backyard shut and I stepped out Katsuki paused and looked up at me, he was knelt over, out of breath. I walked over to him and he stood up straight, wiping some of the sweat from his forehead.

I smiled at him. “You’re still training Kacchan?”

He put his hand into a fist. “I have to be the best that I can be. I can’t afford to screw up, I have everything riding on this exam.”

“You’re going to do fine, I know you will. You’re quirk is amazing, there’s not much you can’t do Kacchan. You’ve always been one to succeed.”

He smiled a little at me and wrapped his arms around the back of my neck, pulling me into a hug. “I know, but I’ve got to push myself. How else am I going to make my queen’s life the best that it could possibly be?”

I chuckled and breathed in the sweet caramel smell once again. I knew he would make it, and he knew he would too, but he didn’t want to leave any room for error. “I’m going to see my dad today. He wants to talk to me more, wants to get to know his daughter a little more.”

Katsuki kissed the side of my head. “That’s good. How are you feeling about the whole thing?”

“I still don’t really know. I’m glad that I found him, I’m glad that he’s in my life, but it’s still just so sudden.”

“Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted tho?” He started stretching again, getting ready to start more training.

“It is, but it’s just not something I expected to have happen to me before the exam. What if it hinders me? I’m so unfocused lately. I don’t know how to snap myself out of this. I know it’s not his fault, it’s not like he knew that I was planning on taking the exam, but it still sucks. You know what I mean?”

“I know what you mean, but you know I’m going to be here to support you or pick up the pieces, whatever happens, I’m always going to be your crutch when you need it.”

I smiled weakly at him. “I know Kacchan.”

* * * * * *

I stepped into the doorway of the nearest coffee shop and looked around. I spotted the long black hair of Shouta Aizawa at a table near the window. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to him. He waved when he saw me and smiled. I sat across from him and took in the moment. He pointed toward the cashier. “Do you want a coffee? Tea?”

“Coffee sounds fine.” I told him what I wanted and he stood, heading to the cash register to order for me. When he came back and handed me the coffee it felt almost surreal. I had grown up with a mother who seemed, at times, like she didn’t even care about me, and a father that I had never known. I had always been told that my father had never wanted anything to do with me, that he was a deadbeat, but here he was now… trying to have a relationship with me.

Shouta sat down across from me again and started to talk to me. “I know it’s probably still a little awkward for you, maybe even still completely uncomfortable for you, but I hope that’s something we can get over soon.” He smiled hopefully.

“It��s not that it’s awkward or uncomfortable, it’s just a little overwhelming for me. I’ve always wanted to know you, my whole life I’ve wanted to know who my father was. I always wanted to know where I got my quirk from.”

Shock took over his face. “Your quirk? Does that mean you got my quirk?”

“I got both you and mom’s quirk. It was a weird medical fluke. Most kids just get a combination of the two, or they get one or the other. I was lucky enough to get both of them.”

“Wow… I never realized how good it would feel to know that my daughter would have my quirk, something I could pass down. Not that you don’t already look like my daughter. We could be twins for heaven’s sake.”

I smiled thinking about it, putting the two of us next to each other you could definitely tell we were related. Same black hair, same tired eyes due to our quirks, same mannerisms. It felt so odd, but I loved every little thing I was learning about him… about my father.”

“So who are you staying with? If you don’t mind me asking anyway.”

“I’m staying with my boyfriend and his parents. They took me in when mom kicked me out, they couldn’t believe that mom had done it. Mom and his parents had known each other for a long time, we’ve been friends since we were little kids.”

Shouta leaned back in his chair, protective dad written all over his face already. “What’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“Katsuki.” I chuckled, I liked the thought of him being protective. “Katsuki Bakugou.”

He leaned forward again. “The boy that was just on the news the other day with the slime monster? The boy he had hostage?”

“Yea. That’s him.”

“He’s got an amazingly strong quirk. I haven’t seen one like that in a long time. He treats you well I hope.”

“Like a queen, trust me.”

“Good.” He leaned back again, relaxing more.

* * * * * *

The morning of the exam came faster than we thought it would. I had never seen Katsuki so nervous, yet so calm at the same time. As we walked up to the school we saw none other than Izuku Midoryia walking in front of us. I smiled at him as he turned around to greet us. “Kacchan, Y/N, good morning.”

Katsuki ignored him and continued to walk. “Get out of my way now, before I set you on fire.”

I smacked his arm and let go of his hand. “Good morning Izuku!”

Izuku still looked thrown aback by Katsuki’s comment and didn’t say anything. I waved to him and followed after Katsuki.

Katsuki wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we walked. “Why do you bother with that guy? He’s useless.”

I frowned at him. “He’s not useless Kacchan, leave him alone. If he wants to try to get into UA High then let him do it, he’s not hurting anyone.”

Katsuki huffed and looked forward again. As we made our way closer to the door kids were making comments about Katsuki and the slime monster, setting him into a bad mood, he didn’t want to be known for that. He wanted to be known for being the number one hero. We walked into the auditorium for the exam orientation portion of the day and took our seats. Izuku sat next to us and a man with blonde hair that I recognized came onto the stage.

The Pro-Hero Present Mic stood before us. “What’s up UA candidates? Thanks for tuning in to me, your school DJ. Come on and let me hear you!” He threw his hands in the air and stared at all of us.” We were all silent as we watched him. “Keeping it mellow, huh? That’s fine, I’ll skip straight to the main show. Let’s talk about how this practical exam is going to go down, okay? Are you ready!?”

Izuku was gushing next to us about Present Mic. Katsuki looked over at him and glared. “Will you shut up?” I elbowed his side.

“Like your application said, today you rockin boys and girls will be out there conducting ten minute mock battles in super hip urban settings. After I drop the mic here you’ll head to your specified battle setting.”

Katsuki, Izuku, and I looked down at our cards we had gotten upon entry to the auditorium and looked at the letters on them.

Katsuki spoke up. “I see what they’re doing, they’re splitting us up so we can’t work with any of our friends.” Izuku had battle center B while Katsuki and I had battle center A, surprised they hadn’t noticed our address being the same and split us up. Our exam numbers were all consecutive, yet they split us from Izuku.

Katsuki looked over at Izuku. “Get your eyes off my card.” Izuku leaned back a little, stunned by his words. “Damn, I was really looking forward to crushing you.”

Izuku laughed nervously as Present Mic spoke again. “Okay, okay, let’s check out your targets.” Three different robot monsters popped up on the screen in front of us. “There are three different types of villains in every battle center. You earn points based on their level of difficulty, so you better choose wisely. Your goal in this trial is to use your quirk to earn points by shredding these villains like a mid song guitar solo! But check it, make sure you’re keeping things heroic. Attacking other examinees is a UA no-no. You dig?”

A young man in front of us stood up and interrupted. “Excuse me sir?” We all turned to him. “But I have a question.”

“Hit me.”

A spotlight opened on the young boy. “On the print out you’ve listed four types of villains, not three.” He pointed to the paper and looked very serious. “With all respect, if this is an error on official UA materials it is shameful.” He put his hand to his chest in a fist. “We are exemplary students, we expect the best from Japan’s most notable school. A mistake such as this won’t do.” He turned toward Katsuki, Izuku, and I and pointed straight at Izuku. “Additionally, you with the unkempt hair, and the girl beside him, you’ve been muttering this entire time. Stop that.”

Izuku looked worried, but I shrugged it off. What a buzz kill? Who peed in his cereal?

He continued while Izuku looked around, worried. “If you can’t take this seriously then leave. You’re distracting the rest of us.”

Katsuki started to stand up to defend my honor, but I pulled him back down to his seat.

“Alright, alright, let’s settle down. Examinee number 7111, thanks for calling in with your request.” The forth villain on our paper popped in on the screen. “The fourth villain type is worth zero points. That guys just an obstacle we’ll be throwing in your way. There’s one in every battle center. THink of it as a hurdle you should try to avoid. It’s not that it can’t be beaten, but there’s kind of no point. I recommend my listeners try to ignore it and focus on the ones topping the charts.”

The young boy bowed to him. “Thank you very much, please continue.” He sat down and the spotlight turned off.

“That’s all I’ve got for you today, I’ll sign off with a little present. It’s a sample of our school motto. As General Napoleon Bonaparte once laid down, a true hero is one who overcomes life's misfortunes. Now that’s a tasty soundbite. Are you ready to go beyond? Let’s hear a plus ultra!” In big letters on the screen behind him ‘Plus Ultra’ popped up. “Good luck, hope you practiced hitting more than just books.”

I looked over at Katsuki and we both raised a fist, nodding. “We’re in the same battle center. What do you think about working as a team?”

Katsuki had never been one to work with other people, but when it came to me, he could never say no. He smiled dastardly, “You got it my queen, let’s take down every single one of these losers and show them what we’re made of.”

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Updated: 5/8/2020

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converse-luke · 5 years

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D is for... (A to Z part 4)

A/N: i wrote this instead of studying for my final that’s in ten hours.

Warnings: sub luke, butt plugs/vibrators, boot licking (they’re clean tho dw), strict dom, caning,

Degradation

When Sophie walks in in a short black velvet dress and her tall boots Luke knows he’s done for. He kneels on the kitchen floor, naked and exposed. Their blinds are closed so no one sees what they’re up to. She holds a cane, the handle blazing red. Luke watches her heels click against the tile, his heart beating in time with each step. She stops just in front of him and brings the cane under his chin, tipping it up so he’s looking into her eyes. “I have some rules for you.” Luke gulps while Sophie stares down at him. “You only speak when spoken to, you’ll address me as Miss, and you won’t touch yourself without permission.” Luke gasps as Sophie removes the cane from under his chin.

She walks around Luke, swatting his ass with the cane. “Get your ass off your heels.” Luke quickly complies and feels his cock start to harden. Sophie snorts and drags the tip of the cane up his spine, sending shivers down his back. “What a desperate fucktoy you are.” The blunt tip of the cane is resting on the top of his back, taunting him to try and move. “Now, how are are you going to prove to me you’re good enough to be used by me?” Sophie drags the cane across his shoulders as she goes to sit down at one of their chairs, crossing her legs and balancing the cane over them. Luke looks over at her, breathless by the situation. “Well Luke, I’m waiting.” She quirks her brow and Luke tries to shuffle towards her. “I didn’t say you could move slut,” Luke’s cheeks flush pink. When Luke still flounders for a response Sophie looks down at her nails. “My boots look a little dirty.” Luke’s eyes snap over to them, a small moan falling from his lips. He crawls over to Sophie and kneels in front of her.

“May I clean your boots Miss?” She looks down at him, his eyes big and eager.

“They better be fucking spotless.” Luke bends down and slowly kisses the toe of the left boot. He kisses up the side of her laces until his mouth is just under her knee. Luke waits for a moment before licking down the leather. He laps at it, groaning when Sophie tells him to suck on the heel. She kicks his side with the other boot. “I have two boots slut,” Luke repeats the process with her right foot. When the toe of her boot is in his mouth Sophie shoves it farther in. He drools around it, saliva dripping down his chin. “Get off,” the cane snaps against his shoulder and Luke pulls away, kneeling again. Sophie examines her boots before looking at Luke. “Such a shame, they’re almost perfect.” Luke frowns at her, “on your hands and knees.” As Luke’s palms hit the tile Sophie picks up a few toys. Luke gasps as lube is squirted onto his hole and the cane cracks against his ass. “Quiet,” Luke turns his head to muffle his moans into his arm.

Sophie opens him up quickly and before Luke knows it a toy is slowly being slid inside him. His arms quiver in an attempt to keep him upright while he holds his moans back. Sophie smacks the base of the plug, sending it just a fraction deeper in him. Luke groans and clenches around the toy. She sits back on the chair and crosses her arms. Sophie puts the cane on the table and picks up a small remote, clicking a button. Luke moans as the plug starts to vibrate inside him. “Back on your knees,” Luke slowly sits back, the plug shifting. He bites his lip to stop from moaning. His cock is fully hard, Luke has to put his hands behind his back so he doesn’t touch himself. Sophie tuts at him. “Don’t move. You’re going to cum untouched, whore’s who can’t even clean my boots don’t get my hand.”

“But Miss,” Luke whines. Before he’s realized his mistake Sophie is grabbing his face, nails digging into his skin.

“Did I say you could speak?” Her voice is ice cold, it sends Luke’s heart into an erratic rhythm.

“No Miss.”

“Who decides what happens to this body?” Luke’s cock twitches.

“You do Miss.”

“So what makes you think you have any say about what I do to you?” Luke stumbles for an answer as Sophie towers over him. “I know, it’s because you’re a fucking greedy whore.” She clicks the remote and Luke almost doubles over in pleasure. “Sit up,” Luke’s thighs tremble as he sits up off his heels. His eyes are wet and staring up at Sophie, waiting for her next order. “Really, you’re going to cry?” She teases, making him sound pathetic. The plug vibrating in him presses just on the right spot and Luke moans, unable to hold it in any longer.

“Please Miss, please let me touch.”

“No,” Luke lets out a small cry as his hips buck, searching for friction. Sophie lets go of his face, patting his cheek and turning around. Luke whimpers as precum drips from his slit. He can’t stop rocking back and forth as pleasure wracks through him. He clenches around the toy and moans, closing his eyes. His orgasm is quickly approaching when suddenly Sophie is pulling his hair and holding his wrist. “What did I fucking say about touching yourself?” Luke opens his eyes.

“To not to Miss.” Luke keeps bucking his hips forward.

“Then why did I turn around and see you touching yourself?” She grabs a length of rope, one hand still around his wrist. Sophie pulls his hands behind his back and ties them together. Luke’s heart jumps to his throat in excitement. She grabs his bound hands and guides Luke so his face is on the cold tile. Luke’s knees burn from kneeling for so long. Sophie runs her hands over his ass, drawing whimpers out of him. “You’re going to take this caning quietly like a good whore and then you can cum.”

Luke clenches his fists tightly as Sophie smacks his ass with the cane. He bites his lip to keep quiet, a few moans and whimpers breaking free. Sophie doesn’t chastise him for it. The sound of the cane going through the air makes him tense up and when it hits his skin he lets out a short cry. Sophie sets the cane down and rubs his ass gently. “Thank you Miss,” his head feels fuzzy and his cock is heavy between his legs. “May I cum Miss, please?”

“Go ahead,” Sophie says as she takes ahold of the plug and slowly fucks Luke with it. Luke lets out desperate moans and gasps until his whole body tenses up and he cums on the floor.

“Thank you Miss, thank you, thank you.” Sophie shushes him and unties his hands. She slowly removes the plug after turning it off.

“Are you going to be a good boy now?”

“Yes Miss, thank you Miss” Luke whimpers. Sophie sets the plug down on the table and walks back over to him. She kneels down and helps Luke get up so he’s kneeling again. Sophie wipes his eyes where a few tears have escaped.

“Do you want to be a good fucktoy for me?” Luke nods and Sophie lightly slaps his cheek. “Use your words, don’t start fucking up again.”

“I’m sorry Miss, I’m your good fucktoy,” Luke bows his head.

“Get up,” Sophie stands and waits for Luke. He struggles to his feet, crying out when the blood rushes to his knees.

“It hurts, I’m sorry Miss,” Sophie coos and holds Luke’s arms. He slowly gets up, his knees red and sore. He stumbles into her arms, legs wobbling with each step. Sophie guides him to their bedroom and sits him on the bed. Luke hisses as the small welts across his ass touch the covers.

“Lay down,” she orders while lifting up her dress to reveal pitch black panties. Sophie drags them down her legs and steps out of them, Luke’s cock gives a small interested twitch. She climbs on the bed and straddles Luke’s waist. She rips a condom packet open and rolls it down his length.

“Your dress is pretty Miss,” he sighs as Sophie lowers herself onto him. Her lips twitch into a small smile and she runs a hand through his curls. Luke moans as she rocks on his dick. He can feel another orgasm quickly approaching as she bounces on top of him. Luke goes to touch Sophie but she stops him. She doesn’t have to say anything for him to get the message, he’s not allowed to touch her. Luke puts his hands on his chest and closes his eyes, letting Sophie use him to get off. Every so often his hips buck and Sophie moans. “Ah, I’m gonna cum,” Luke’s eyes snap open and he looks up at her.

Her hair is mussed up, her bright carmel eyes looking down at him. She bites her lip and grinds down on him, smirking at the moan he lets out. Luke lets out a shuddering breath before spilling into the condom. Sophie keeps riding him as he whines in oversensitivity. Luke fists the sheets and keens while Sophie speeds up. She grabs his curls and pulls him up, kissing him heavily. Luke’s hands go to her sides while she grabs his face. Sophie mumbles curses against his lips, her breath stuttering as she cums. When she comes down from her high she takes the condom off him and sits next to Luke, her skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. Luke lays back down on the covers, heart beating erratically. “Do your knees or ass hurt more?” Sophie strokes the back of her fingers down his cheek.

“My knees, god my knees.” Sophie kisses his forehead.

“I shouldn’t have had you kneel for so long. Or at least given you a pillow.” She gets up and fishes out a jar of soothing cream from her dresser.

“It’s okay, I liked it. Liked you towering over me. Made me feel like I was below you.” Luke’s cheeks heat up at the admission. “I liked you not taking your clothes off too.” Sophie smiles and sits back on the bed, getting the cream on her hands before rubbing it into Luke’s knees.

“Yeah, you liked my pretty dress?” She teases and Luke tugs at the velvet of her dress.

“Don’t tease me I was fucked out.” Sophie looks into his eyes and sees their glazed over.

“You’re still fucked out.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. Sophie shakes her head fondly at him. She works the cream into his knees before turning him over to care for his ass.

“Wear loose boxers okay, it’ll feel much better on your skin.” Luke nods, pulling the pillow under his head. Sophie pats his back before getting up to clean up their kitchen.

When she returns Luke’s wiggled into some boxers and under their covers. She takes off her boots, groaning in relief once her feet are free. Sophie struggles with the zipper of her dress until Luke’s thin fingers are pulling it down for her. “I thought you had fallen asleep.” She presses a kiss to Luke’s cheek in thanks.

“Can’t fall asleep without you,” he mumbles as he lays back down.

“Sap,” Sophie changes into athletic shirts and one of Luke’s tee shirts. She climbs in bed and Luke instantly cuddles up to her.

“You love me,” he smiles as his arms wrap around her. “You like when I say sappy shit.” Sophie rolls her eyes again.

“Are you going to keep talking or are you going to sleep?” Luke bites her collar bone lightly.

“Sleep, love you.”

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otherpeoplesheartachept-2 · 4 years

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Firsts

Carry On Countdown Day 29

Pairing: Snowbaz

Length: 2588 words

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Sexual Content

AN: Obviously Firsts was gonna be smut, but this isn’t their first time fucking, just their first time trying some dom/sub play. (It’s very very mild tho). (Also I don’t write a lot of smut)

Simon’s got his forearm pressed to my collar bone, rumpling my shirt even more. “Is this dominating, do you feel dominated?” He’s glowing. I’m glowing. My smile is so wide it hurts my cheeks. Behind the playful jabbing is genuine care in Simon’s eyes. I role mine to distract from the sight of him.

“Very dominated, Snow.” I want to ease us both into this so I’m glad he’s having fun with it. I crane my neck to kiss him. He looks like he’ll kiss me but then pulls away. “Nah ah ah. I’m the one in charge remember?”

“Yes, sir.” I nod.

He shivers from his neck to the tip of his tail at ‘sir’. I want him to react like that more often when I speak. I hear a faint “shit” from him. Then he slips into a more domineering persona and in a deeper voice asks, “Did I say you could speak.”

I shake my head as I feel my entire body ignite. This was an excellent idea.

“Good boy.” Now it’s my turn to shiver with delight. He steps away, leaving me pressed against the bedroom wall. I take in the miles of glorious bronze skin on display. His wings are relaxed behind him. My eyes travel to the sight of Snow’s dark green joggers hanging dangerously low on his hips. I bit my lip, hoping he gets the hint of where I want this to go.

“Take off your clothes,” he demands. My mouth opens but I remember his rule. I frantically finish taking off my half unbuttoned shirt and push down my trousers as soon as they’re unzipped. I worry about coming off as desperate but then I think, I want to seem desperate. I want him to know how much I want this. He has the power to make me do anything he wants.

For a moment he stares, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. I’m embarrassingly hard already. I don’t know if I want to shy away from his gaze or bask in it. I opt for running a hand through my long hair.

His tail reaches out to wrap around my hand. I rub it with my thumb. He looks like he’s trying to decide what’s next. I wait for him. I want him to know he’s in charge.

“On your knees.” he says as his tail whips away from me. I drop immediately. Something about his no nonsense tone is getting me all sorts of bothered. To think I used to mock him for his speech.

He steps closer, pulling me by the back of my head into his crotch. I close my eyes and breathe in deep. I can smell his laundry detergent, underneath it, a musk uniquely his, and underneath that, the pulse of his sweet butter and sugar blood rushing south. I have to hold back a moan. I’m aching. My only release is placing on open mouthed kiss over his clothed cock.

This close I can tell he’s at least half hard already. I look up at him and he just pushes me closer. I do my best to mouth at his prick through the green joggers. He lets out a small moan, his wings spread a little wider, the hand in my hair clenches a little tighter.

I reach up to grab his ass and pull him closer to my mouth. His rear has always been a favorite feature of mine; there’s a dark mole on his left cheek. Though honestly, every feature of his is a favorite.

He grunts as my nose smushes into his stomach and my tongue makes a long wet strip down his front. Pleasure pools in my lower half. But then he looks disappointed. “No hands,” he breathes out.

I stop touching him with my hands and want to ask where I should put them but I’m not allowed to speak. I stare up at him with the question in my eyes. He gets the message.

“I don’t know,” he’s worked up, fully hard now. “Uh, behind your back.” I clasp my hands together behind me and lean into him so he can see I’ve followed directions. “Merlin.” He groans pulling my black hair towards him as he rolls his hips to meet my mouth. “Wouldn’t want you getting distracted by touching yourself now would we?” he puts back on the domineering manner as he picks up the speed. He has a rhythm going, grinding in to my face.

I shake my head. “Now,” he composes himself a little, “Are you ready to do your actual job?” I moan as a response. We didn’t talk about a specific scene or character or ‘brand’ of domination play, so I’m not sure what my ‘job’ is but I roll with it.

He smiles as he pushes his joggers down over his cock, no pants. His wings are almost fully stretched out now and his tail restlessly twitching. I follow his biggest moles and freckles from his cheek to his hip with my eyes. His cock is red and hard and pushed up a little by the elastic waistband. And I swear that sight would kill me if I wasn’t already undead.

I push my nose into the coarse curls just above his prick. He hasn’t put his hand back in my hair. He knows I have to take this part slow if we want it to work.

I used to never be able to suck Snow off, I was too scared of my fangs. I’ve learned how to control them, though it can still get tricky.

I focus on keeping them in as I place my lips over his head. I hear him gasp, and though I desperately want to, I know looking at him will be too much. Slowly, I take him down to the root.

This part is always the most tempting. He tastes salty and smells delicious. Ever since I’ve known what wet dreams were, I’ve been having them about Snow. The real thing is always a thousand times better than I ever thought.

I start moving faster, causing him to place both his hands in my hair. His warmth seeps into me. I come up and run my tongue under the head of his cock. He shudders and his tail violently whips up before latching onto my bent knee. I probably shouldn’t be as aroused by that as I am. As I fall into a rhythm his wings brush the ceiling of our room.

I love him like this. Sweaty and moaning. Bliss written on his face, tension building in the pit of his stomach and the joints of his leathery wings. I think I should have someone paint him like this. He’s stunning. And I’m desperately hard from it; trying to rut into the carpet for any semblance of release. I watch a drop of sweat slid off his bicep before closing my eyes and letting myself just feel.

I think just then he remembers he’s supposed to be dominant because he starts spitting filthy, lovely things at me.

“Fuck, babe.” he tugs on my hair. “So good at this, such a good boy for me. Gonna keep you here forever. Make you-” He thrusts his hips- “Make you do this everyday. All the time.” I moan so he’ll know to keep going. “Shit, Baz, you love this don’t you? Love being bossed around by me.” Even though he’s putting on the act of bossing me around I can tell he’s worried about going too fast. He keeps running his hand through my hair, and I know he’s holding back with the thrusts. I’m tempted to tell him he doesn’t have to, that I want this to be rough. I won’t get too intense though, we’re supposed to easing in.

“Look- practically hungry for it. Must love serving The Chosen One.”

I swear I almost cum at that. I don’t even know if I get to cum in this scene but I’m so needy and right now I need him to unload. I speed up and start swirling my tongue in the way I know he likes. He moans deep and desperate. My mouth making downright disgusting noises on his dick.

I can tell he’s close. I feel him twitch and can taste the pre pouring from his slit. Before he finished though, he yanks my head away from him.

He’s panting and leans into my shoulders with his arms. I move my hands to his thighs, to help steady him.

“Not yet, Baz, I know what you were getting at, but I set the pace. It’s your turn now.” I moan at just the thought of being touched. His face is so red, it must be painful stopping that close to the edge.

I sit, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

“On the bed,” is all he gives me. I get up and sit on the bed, his eyes burning into me the whole time.

He swallows, one of those big showy swallows only Simon can do. “On your stomach. Knees at the end of the bed.”

I obey him. “I uh, you touched my thighs but I don’t really- I don’t know if- how to do punishment stuff, sorry…” I can’t see him but from the tone of his voice I can tell he’s fidgeting.

I awkwardly twist my body around to try and look at Snow. He's stripped off his joggers. I make an effort not to stare at the newly revealed skin. “That’s perfectly alright, Love, we’re taking it slow, remember? Just do whatever is comfortable, okay?” He’s been so nervous about making this good for me ever since I suggested experimenting with new things; I’m not sure how I haven’t convinced him that anything he gives me is more than enough.

He nods, clearing his head. “Yeah okay. How- uh how are you? What’s your color?”

“Absolutely green, Dear.” I say putting on a seductive smile to show him how into this I am.

He smiles back but his is tooth achingly sweet. My heart stops when he looks at me like that. “Gonna open you up nice and wide for me.” His smile turned devilish.

“Aleister Crowley.” I moan without thinking. I swear this boy will be the death of me.

He motions for me to face forward. I do. I hear him drop to his knees right before his warm hands are on my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the mattress. I feel his breath on me.

Then he’s spreading me apart with his hands and licking a long strip across my hole. It makes me shiver.

He starts circling with his tongue. It’s so incredibly warm; I can’t help but think how good he’d feel inside me right now. He presses his tongue my hole then slowly he’s pressing it inside me.

I rutt into the mattress and sigh. His blunt nails dig into my ass.

“Don’t move.” He says it low and gravely and I think my lungs have given out.

There’s tears in my eyes, because this is already so much and I need to cum but I know I can’t if I have to stay still. I’ll do it, for him.

Before I know it he’s slowly pressing a lubed finger into me; his tongue leaving kitten licks just above it. In my haze I didn't even notice he grabbed lube. It’s cold at first but I swear he could set my insides alight like this.

Gently he starts pushing in and out of me. It's so good yet entirely not enough. Snow adds a second finger. His other hand squeezing the flesh of my ass cheek. I'm grinding my teeth from the effort of holding still. I might die if one of us doesn't move soon.

Then he adds a third finger and brushed my prostate. My toes curl. My entire body feels like a rubber band pulled taut.

"Merlin, please. Please please more." I sob.

He nips at my lower back and pulls his fingers out. I whimper, and want to beg him to put them back.

"You think you're ready?" He says more like a statement than a question. I don't know if I'm allowed to respond. "Speak."

I bury my head in the pillow. "Yes. Please, Sir." He growls.

I hear the lube cap open then feel the bed shift as Simon straddles my hips. He pulls me towards him and sinks in. He sighs as I grasp at the bed sheets. I’m so warm and so full but he isn’t moving.

I push my hips back in attempt to fit more of him inside. He chuckles before pulling almost fully out and sliding in again. My voice is deep and fucked but I can’t stop the noises leaving me.

I can tell his wings are spread wide above us; I hear them scratching the ceiling and flapping slightly.

My back arcs as Simon presses a hand at the base of my neck and grips my hip tightly with the other. His palms are dry and rough. He picks up the speed, setting a brutal pace. He’s making short grunts I could only find attractive coming from him.

Then he starts again with the dirty talk. “Mh perfect for me, so cold. Gonna make you all mine, never let you leave.” I whine in response just as he finds my g-spot again.

“Shit, Baz. You’re made for this. Made to take my cock so well, huh?” I think it’s a question but I’m too far gone to respond.

With every thrust he’s hitting my prostate and pushing my cock into the mattress. I’m writhing beneath him; my entire body so overwhelmed with pleasure it’s forgotten how to function. My fangs have popped, my hair a sweaty mess pressed to my forehead and I think I’m drooling but I can’t care. I’m close, so close I think I’ll cum without him even touching my prick.

In my ecstasy I start babbling. “Simon! Hng, I’m so so- Simon! I’m-” at that the hand he’s got spread at the junction of my neck and shoulders squeezes and I’m gone.

I go silent as I spill onto the bed, shaking with pleasure. Then my vision comes back and I’m aware of how hard my heart is beating.

Snow’s still going but I know he won’t last much longer. My body goes slack as he fucks into me, getting more frantic and uneven with each thrust. Finally, I feel it. He stills inside me and moans. I can’t see it but I know from experience that he looks glorious. He takes a moment to recover then lays beside me. My fangs retract.

“Was that okay?” He asks pushing hair out of my face then placing a soft kiss on my temple. Shy, unsure Simon is back.

“It was wonderful Snow-” I put a pale hand on his cheek “-Thank you for trying this with me.” I stare into his plain blue eyes as my thumb circles a freckle near his mouth.

He blushes a little. “Let me clean you up, Pitch.” He says. I open my mouth to say he doesn’t have to but he stops me. “I want to, I kinda really like that part of it.” His blush gets deeper and he won’t look my in the eyes. Simon Snow absolutely will be the death of me one day. Aleister Crowley, I am living a charmed life.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Character development 4 (branjie) -dexx-ss

a/n Hi, hello, how are ya? Sooooooo I pretty much suck and i’m so sorry but plz don’t hate me and enjoy whatever I mixed up while traveling :P Tw in tags Be kind -xx

BROOKE The thing between Brooke and Vanessa had been going on for a month. It was casual. They often met up. Ate out (never called it a date tho). Fucked… A Lot. But the only time they spent time at Vanessas was when her roommate was not home. And Brooke couldn’t help but notice that when they were in a public space V was making her every move very cautiously. Brooke usually wouldn’t care. Hell, Brooke would have loved it because it made things easy(not so public). But Brooke wouldn’t usually have more than that one night too. And, although she didn’t wanna admit it, she was truly falling for Vanessa. One day Brooke was walking Vanessa to work, holding hands. They often met up for coffee during lunch. Suddenly V let go of Brookes hand and took a few steps back to further herself from the blonde. Brooke just stood still and didn’t move “Okay,” she said kinda angrily “What is going on? Why are you acting like a teenager sneaking around?”. V was clearly surprised by Brookes tone and looked wide-eyed at the girl. Brookes first intention was to apologize but at the same time, she wanted to stay true to her ground. “Are you that embarrassed by me?” B said a little bit softer now. V shook her head “No. No! Not at all!”, “Well your behavior shows otherwise,”. Vanessa took Brookes hand and no matter what was the situation she still felt butterflies in her stomach with Vanessas every touch so she immediately softened up. “Well,” Vanessa took a pause and looked around them “remember when you sneaked out when my roommate got home?”. Brooke nodded. “After she was asking all these questions and so I told her that it was you. But she knows how I’m like and Silky is very protective of me and she knows all these stories about you and she doesn’t approve at all…” Vanessa kept on rambling and Brooke just raised an eyebrow “What kinda fucking stories?”. “It doesn’t matter” V let out a shaky sigh “But I lied to her and said I’m not seeing you anymore”. B looked away clearly hurt by Vanessas actions. “I will fix this, I promise,” V cupped Brookes face and placed a kiss on her lips “But give me time.”. Brooke nodded and kept walking. She could help but think what the hell Vanessas friend thought of her. B sent V to work and then kept walking on her own. She was lost in her thoughts. She shouldn’t be mad at Vanessa about it or maybe she should. Well, she definitely is right now. But she does have that fuckboy reputation so if Vs roommate doesn’t like Brooke because of her past well then she can’t be mad at Vanessa. Oh, but right now, she is mad at V for letting Silky say whatever she said about her. Brooke has never been the one to really gossip and talk-shit so whenever people did it about her she boiled up. Also not only did Vanessa lie to her roommate she lied to Brooke too. But is it really lying if she hadnät asked about it? Brooke wanted to- no, needed to- calm herself down. Nina could calm her down any minute so she called her and invited her out for drinks in the evening. They were sitting at the bar with their friend Plastique. They keep drinking and chatting away. Brooke isn’t sure how many drinks she had but Nina gave her a concerned look, placed a hand on Brookes hand and let out a soft “Heeey”(that usually means she has had too many). Nina started to ask something but Brooke cut her off “Let’s do shots, eh?”. Plastique was on board immediately so Brooke sent her to get some. “What happened?” Nina quickly asked when Plastique left. “Whadoumean” Brooke rolled the words off her tongue. “I don’t think you should take the shot B,”, “Am I shit person?” Brooke asked. “Wha…” Nina looked puzzled “What happened? Why would you ask that?”. Brooke let her head fall on the table. “Vanessas roommate hates me,” She turned her face to Nina “Cause you know I’m a fuckgirl”, “A what?” Nina asked but quickly continued “You know it doesn’t matter, you can’t please everybody, Brooke, you know that right?”. Brooke sat up again and just nodded. “You know I really fucking like her,” Brooke took Ninas hands and got really close to her “Like really fucking like her.” Nina just rolled her eyes and smiled but Brooke continued “I like her so much I would but a baby in her”. Nina let out a laugh cupping Brookes face “You know that’s impos…” before she could finish she was cut off by a loud “What the fuck” coming from the entrance.

VANESSA

When Vanessa got to work she was immediately greeted by Ariel “Hey Vanj! Who’s the hottie?”. Vanessa looked back to see Brooke leave and took a moment to think if she should lie to Ariel as well as she’s lying to Silky. If she is honest it’s dumb she shouldn’t hide Brooke. Vanessa wants to go out and introduce Brooke to everyone. She wants to show this hot Blonde bitch to every living soul saying she is hers and no one else’s. “Earth is calling,” Ariel said throwing a piece of paper at Vanessa who had been standing still for a minute, completely zoned out. Vanessa rolled her eyes “No one,” Vanessa took a moment “I mean… Brooke.”. Ariel let out an excited squeak “Oh my god, that’s Brooke? like THE Brooke?”. Vanessa nodded. “I don’t have time right now but we can grab a drink after work if you wanna know more.”, “Yes!” Ariel nodded. Vanessa really wasn’t that close friends with Ariel but she needed to rant to someone so why not make Ariel that person. And she couldn’t tell Silky yet cause she’d be embarrassed by her lying. So instead of making it all good with Silky and come clean Vanessa thought it’s better to dig herself a bigger hole. Ariel and Brook sat down at a nice restaurant close to their workplace. They had a two for one drink special so of course, in a little less than an hour, both girls were quite tipsy. Vanessa told Ariel everything about Brooke and her. “Aww this sounds like something out of a movie,” Ariel smiled. “I know and I can’t believe I fucked it all up by being a little bitch.”, “Well, hey now, you have not fucked anything up yet,” Ariel paused to wave at the waitress to get their pill “But I do think we should go do this bar firstly because they are closing, and secondly you can drink and rant more AND take your mind off miss Brooke.”. Vanessa wanted to refuse(firstly because she was tired and secondly cause she wasn’t exactly wearing going-out clothes) but she didn’t know if it was the drinks or something else she still agreed to go. They paid for their drinks and Vanessa stood up too quickly understanding that drinking too much wine and not eating anything the whole day isn’t doing her any favors right now. Ariel took Vanessa to one of her favorite bars. Vanessa had heard of it but had never been there. It was small and cute. As they walked in Ariel told Vanessa to go get some drinks from the bar but Vanessa let out a loud “What the hell ” as an answer. Vanessa was standing still staring at two girls sitting at one of the tables in front of the bar. One of them was Brooke but the other one she had never seen. They were really close to each other, the stranger cupping Brookes face. For a moment Vanessa thought that maybe she shouldn’t get angry with Brooke. Honestly, she was the one trying to hide the relationship in the first place but she still felt her blood boiling up with anger (jealousy). V was mad and luckily Ariel could tell and pull her back when she angrily started stomping towards the table. Blonde sitting at the table had now turned around “Vanessa?”. Vanessa pulled her hand from Ariel, turned around and walked out leaving Ariel behind. She was quickly walking hoping nor Ariel or Brooke would follow her. This is so stupid. She can’t be mad at Brooke flirting with someone. They are not officially girlfriends. Oh shit! What if Brooke doesn’t want to be her girlfriend. Vanessa felt herself spiraling. She needed to sit down so she did that. Sat down. Literally in the middle of the street. Covering her face with her hands. She could hear footsteps coming towards her from behind. They slowed down the closer they got to Vanessa. “Hey,” somebody said softly. Well not somebody, it was Brooke, but the ‘hey’ was so soft that Vanessa didn’t recognize it at first. V felt Brooke place a hand on her shoulder so she flinched away and got up. “No,” Vanessa said quietly getting herself up from the ground now facing Brooke wiping away the tears “I am sorry. I mean I’m the dummy here. Overreacting and all that bullshit. Like, of course, you can go and flirt with whoever you want, you know. It’s not like we are a couple or anything.”. Brook raised an eyebrow and giving Vanessa a very puzzled look. “I thought we were a couple,” Brooke said with a smirk “But you were the one hiding the relationship.”. All the emotions could have been in Vanessas face after Brookes sentence. Happy, that Brooke thought they were a couple or that she wanted to be a couple. Sad, that she had been that dumb bitch and had lied to her friend about Brooke. Angry, cause even though Brooke had said she thought they were a couple she still went and flirted with someone at the bar. Angry with herself about being angry about all this and angry cause she had lied to Silk. Confused, because Brooke was being so calm. In love. Well. She is officially fucked.

BROOKE

Brooke slowly walked after Vanessa. She wanted to run but if she had run she probably had thrown up. She figured that Nina was probably in a little shock after Brooke had run off after someone (because it was so out of her character). But right now she didn’t care. Was she still mad at V? Yes definitely but she wasn’t heartless. Seeing Vanessa in the middle of the street hands covering her face broke Brooke. Vanessa kept on rambling about them not being girlfriends. Girlfriends. Oh shit. Brooke has never had a girlfriend how is she supposed to act? So she just said that she thought they were a couple although Vanessa was trying to hide it. Brooke couldn’t get Vanessas reaction because she looked like she had just too many emotions flowing through her beautiful face. But then she felt Vanessas lips on hers and had the feeling that everything will be okay. When Vanessa pulled back she slapped Brookes shoulder. “Ow! What for?” she gave V a puzzled look. “You be saying you with me and then you going and flirting with others,” V said playfully but also angrily. Brooke just started laughing. “It ain’t funny, bitch,” Vanessa grossed her arms. “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you,” Brooke finally answered pulling Vanessa close into a hug. Honestly, it was a good look on Vanessa. It made Brooke wish she could rip all Vanessas clothes off and let V know right there on the street that she has nothing to worry about. Let V know she is hers. “I ain’t jealous,”, “Mhm” Brooke hummed back kissing Vanessa on her forehead. “That was Nina,” Brooke said. Vanessas eyes widened as she buried her face in Brookes chest from embarrassment. On their little not-dates Brooke often talked about her friend Nina and how she really wanted V to meet her. Brooke just giggled and stroke her fingers through the brunette’s hair. They stood there for a solid minute. And Brooke wished she could bottle up this moment forever. So whenever she feels like shit she could just go back to this moment. A moment where everything feels right. In place. “Vanessa,” Brooke whispered, “Will you be my girlfriend?”. Vanessa raised her face and took a few steps back.. “No,” Vanessa said with a taunting smile. “Oh, fuck you,” Brooke giggled. “Fuck me yourself you coward,” V said with a smirk. Seconds later Brookes lips were on Vanessas. The kiss was powerful. Full of emotions. Brooke picked Vanessa up letting the smaller girl gross her legs around the blond’s waist. For a moment Brooke forgot they were on the street. She broke up the kiss and looked around to see a dark ally next to them, she decided to walk in there while Vanessa was still placing small kisses all over her face. She moved into one dark corner butting Vanessa slowly on the ground, pushing her against the wall. It looked like Vanessa wanted to say something but was cut off by Brookes hand under her skirt and that action was immediately met with a moan. After few minutes Vanessa was screaming out Brookes name. “Brooke, holy shit,” Vanessa panted into Brookes ear. “So it’s still a no?” Brooke said with a smirk helping Vanessa get her clothes in order. “No,” Vanessa said with a soft smile. Brooke looked confused. “I mean, no it’s not a no, I wanna be your girlfriend!” Vanessa said with a smile. Brooke has a girlfriend. A girlfriend. She felt happy. Little did she know it wouldn’t last for long. “So have y’all finished?” came from the streets. Brooke and Vanessa shot their looks where the sound was coming from. It was Ariel with Nina and Plastique giggling behind her.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #nina west #plastique tiara #ariel versace #light smut #character development #dexx ss #lesbian au #s11

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fordarkisthesuede · 6 years

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At the Brink of Midnight - Prologue & Chapter 1

Category: M/M

Rating: M (subject to change)

Fandoms: Batman: the Telltale Series, Batman - All Media Types

Summary:

When Bruce receives a distressing call from the institutionalized John Doe, the billionaire-philanthropist is thrust back into the darker side of Arkham Asylum, where his strive for the facility's improvements are null when faced with a new threat from the inside. Bruce swore off Batman after seeing what it did to those he loved - will he have to put the cowl back on to save the day? Or can he do it as Bruce Wayne?

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Prologue

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Bruce! Buddy! Uh, it's me, John. I-I know you're busy - it's why you haven't come to see me in the past two weeks, probably.

Look, it's-it's okay, Bruce. I get it. It’s water under the bridge…okay? It has to be, because I... I need your help, Bruce.

Please... I need you to trust me on this.

BAM.

I don't have to time to explain-

"Damn it, ram the door!"

Dang it - Crane, Bruce, Jonathan Crane! I thought it was just the meds they put me on at first, but -

CRASH .

Gotta go.

[End of message. There are no more messages.]

Chapter 1: The Sign Forward

Important Spoiler Warning: use of slur - f*g (mentioned)

Bruce pulled the phone away from his ear, barely feeling the weight in his palm. The people walking down the hall - past him, towards him, down the corner - seemed to be moving at a snail's pace. There should be sound, from the footsteps on the tile and voices and doors swinging open somewhere, but it was like there was nothing at all in the world but Bruce's breathing and the whispering echo of John's voice in his ear, so close and yet so far away.

The transformation of John's voice from nervous to hurt to rushed and desperate chilled him in the same manner Bruce might discover a body floating in the Gotham River.

His phone buzzed, a reminder for the meeting he had in ten minutes sitting above the display for his voicemail, and sound came rushing back all at once.

The message had lasted thirty seconds, from an unsaved number that Bruce had a feeling registered to the old landline in the hallway of John's floor at Arkham. The echo of the bangs and crashes were probably from the orderlies trying to open the hallway door, which miraculously had gotten stuck - John probably locked it, probably caused a distraction in another room to get their attention for the precious seconds he had to dial and pass the message along, tell him to come help...

Bruce felt heat burn his stomach. He should have picked up when it rang, damn the fact that he'd been in the lavatory and damn the way it looked so like the auto-dialing spam he'd been getting for the past few months. He could have picked it up on the second ring, saved Joker some time -

No. Not Joker. John.

Joker was the vigilante, the persona hung up for good like the bat-cowl of the person he was modeled after.

Bruce felt a light pang in his side where the latest scar sat, a twinge that seemed to come and go at odd intervals. There he was, thinking about John like they were still working together in the cover of that warm night several months ago, where things had gone from good to bad to absolutely terrible, where Bruce had decided that the crusade had to stop. Their partnership had been like a dream, too fast and too short, a taste of something that, with time, could've been wondrous.

It was nothing more than a dream of a dream, now. Batman was retired, Joker with him, and now the both of them were trying desperately to get back to a normal life. John's would just take longer. A lot longer.

The air in the hall seemed stifling all of the sudden. Bruce walked as quickly as he could to his office, tempted to break into a run.

The office was cool and bright, but even as he shut the door behind him and let the air conditioning wash over him, the guilt and anger and worry that bubbled under his skin didn't fade. His eyes automatically went to the chessboard - one moved piece and he could just fire up Lucius' old computer, slip right back into the old ways and try and get one of Tiffany's drones over the asylum as he dug into Arkham's files...

Bruce shook his head.

John needed his help. It just couldn't be Batman that helped him. Bruce was an ordinary civilian now - well, a civilian with more money than was sensible and an unusual drive to fix the city's problems in any way he could, but a civilian nonetheless. He could still look into Arkham, into this Johnathan Crane, before things escalated out of hand.

Bruce tried to concentrate on his breathing. John was intelligent and surprisingly strong; even if he was put into isolation as punishment, John would be alright. He hadn't been hurting himself or causing trouble for a couple of months, anyhow...

Bruce paused, staring at the vent on the ceiling. He had tried to see John every Wednesday at the very least, but two weeks ago he was told that John didn't want any visitors, and Bruce had regretfully let it slide, thinking that their argument a few days prior still weighed on his mind. (It wasn’t improbable, what with his tendency to hold grudges, but it had seemed strange.) Last week John had twice been put under observation for some kind of medical testing, and thus was not allowed to be seen under any circumstances, despite the drastically different times Bruce had shown up.

Each time, though, Bruce was under the impression that John would at least be told about his attempted visits. The young doctor-in-training from last time had given him a sympathetic smile and said as much herself, along with a clumsy attempt at flirtation Bruce had played along with for his image's sake.

The thought that John had been left hurt worse than before because of a misunderstanding like that didn't sit well with Bruce. It made him feel like he’d been hit with a burning punch.

His phone buzzed at him, and Bruce glanced down at the calendar notification with annoyance. It was tempting to blow the meeting off, just make up some excuse and head home so he could start digging as much as his civilian identity would allow, maybe make a phone call to Arkham and see if he could get a word out to John under the guise of looking into the progress on the asylum's improvements he was sponsoring.

He breathed deeply, going back into the hall and telling himself that John would be alright for a little while longer - Wayne Enterprises came first in the day, regardless of whether or not a cowl was involved.

Bruce apologized for his tardiness and sat at the too-long table with the rest of the board, his phone practically burning a hole in his pocket as he tried desperately not to think about flipping the table and running out the door like he was giving chase in amongst the humid smog of Gotham's nights.

As per John's voicemail (which Bruce thought he must have listened to half a dozen times), any spare moment Bruce had at Wayne Tower was spent looking up Jonathan Crane. There was no telling who was trying to keep tabs on his phone, so he resorted to double-hopping on his VPN in a private window.

There were a few Jonathan Cranes in the state, spelling considerations included, but only two stood out - one was several cities away, working as the head of a generic-replacement pharmaceutical company, and the other was working right in Gotham, a former professor of psychology at Gotham University who was added on to the Arkham payroll not long after the incident with Lady Arkham.

While the pharmacist had several photos on the company website and a seemingly normal (if seldom used) Friendbook page and several mentions on the company's Chirper, Professor Crane had no social media accounts whatsoever and only two photos, one of which was a tiny faculty photo obviously used on his university I.D. However, he did have several published articles in psychology journals, the last three dealing with the subjects of treating fear and anxiety and how it manifested, the last two of which had rebuttal articles from other doctors listed.

At least some of his courses were listed on RateTheProf, and while many of the higher-rating students listed him as incredibly knowledgeable, they and the lower-rating students warned about his seemingly abrasive personality from over the years:

(*) queenofdiamonds

creepy know-it-all fag kept giving me ds and didn't allow me to do the extra credit!! he likes ds so much??? he can eat my DICK!!!!

(***) vintage-or-die

I swear his office hours are ridiculously tight. Make sure to arrive to class on time and take REALLY good notes - I missed a day I regretted it ever since, he gets the point across so well that the only way you can really copy it down for yourself is to hear it firsthand... Seriously, record the lectures if you suck at writing, it'll save your life.

(*) BigD@ddyy

Fucker put down my final paper so hard i think it broke my ribs. He thinks he knows everything, he doesn't take two words against anything he talks about. I don't know why GU keeps his emotionless scrawny ass.

(****) itty bitty pumpkin pie

Great teacher, but not very personable; he doesn't talk much out of lectures. Make sure to ask before using your phone to record lectures, he'll kick you out if you don't. Also I SWEAR he uses a cell blocker, I can't get any tower or wifi signal in his classes even if we change rooms...

(****) dank memes only

He kicked me out for taking a picture of him once. He's lucky he's such a smart silver fox or I might have quit right there. Learned loads tho.

(*****) dr. psychosubb

Amazing. He gave me a C on my final but his comments on it were so good I can't be mad, I learned so much!! Also if you like hot stern daddys that's a big plus. Hard to hate a face like that!!

(*****) the-night-falls-hard

Seriously the best teacher I ever had. Pay attention and you'll feel like you could take on anything.

Bruce breathed through his nostrils. Professor Crane was critical, solitary, and stubborn, but he clearly left an impression on those who he came into contact with.

While there wasn't many mentions of the professor in news, he managed to find a letter to the editor in the last psychology journal that Professor Crane contributed an article to, aimed at the rebuttal to his last paper - and Bruce figured by the language that it was Crane lashing back:

My Dear Editors,

I'm surprised that such an acclaimed journal of psychology would sink so low as to publish the distasteful words of the so-called Dr. Strange. His work - if you can even call it that - is pure fantastical speculation when it is organized enough to be decipherable. Not only does he genuinely believe in the concept of telepathy, but he is under the childish delusion that he can devise a way to see thoughts put into visual form as if it were something to be filmed. Tell me: do you think someone with such an obvious deficiency of realistic thought could provide any kind of counter-argument to any sane research? I don't believe he's sound enough to comment correctly on the weather.

If you continue on with publishing the work of people who earned their doctorates by shelling out thousands of dollars to a fly-by-night online institution, you will lose more than just subscribers with half a brain more than you.

Regards,

A Competent Doctor

Bruce read over the last paragraph twice: it could be read as either a warning or a legitimate threat, and it was impossible to tell which one it was without even knowing what it was that John suspected Crane of doing. But considering the rebuttal in question was published over a year ago and the editor at the time was still in alive and in charge, at least Bruce could say that Crane didn't have that murder in mind. Dr. Strange, however, had no other work published since, either in Psychology Now or any other reputable magazine.

Naturally, he could find nothing on the current work of the former-Professor Crane in Arkham. That would require a hack of the asylum's systems, and even though Bruce knew Tiffany would be up to the task, he decided against it. He knew it would tempt him to go back to his old habits, and that was strictly a no-go.

He'd have to pay Arkham a visit, see what he could figure out from the inside - and hopefully, talk to John.

A/N: Here we are, just as I promised! I got super into TellTale’s Batman universe last year, and like many fans, S2E05 hurt so bad and so so good that I immediately wanted more. Before I knew it I was already crafting a potential season 3 storyline! I’ll try to update this weekly, since I already have a lot done and I can’t stop thinking about it! (ღ✪ｖ✪)｡o○

Also I seriously try to put any trigger/squick warnings in the front of chapters. If you need something tagged, please say so!

If you’d like to give kudos or comment (or just read all the story’s tags), my ao3 is here, but I really appreciate feedback in any form!

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