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tokkiwrites · 3 months ago

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summary: joel witnesses yet another fight between you and your dad, and frankly, he's tired of the way you've been talking to your old man. so he decides to teach you a lesson.

tags: pwp, dbf!joel, daddy kink, brat taming, spanking, age gap, p in v (unprotected yikes!), degradation, pet names, dirty talk galore!, creampie, head (f receiving), a short fight scene, family problems kind of, mean joel kind of.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ happy spookytokki kinktober!! the third and most anticipated one i think!! dbf joel wowza! 3.46k words of just pure smut >:) hope u likey! if u see any errors..no u dont.

“You’ve always gotta push every button, don’t you?” he snapped, his words flaring like sparks off dry wood. the kitchen boomed with both your voices. “Can’t you just do what’s best for once?”

You felt your pulse quicken, anger twisting up inside you like a coiled spring. “What’s best?” you spat back, incredulous. “You mean what you think is best, don’t you? God, Dad, you can’t keep treating me like I’m some clueless kid who needs his hand held!”

His face flushed a deep red, brows pulling tight together. “If you didn’t act like a kid, I wouldn’t have to! You wanna run off and live some big-shot life, fine. But don’t you dare act like I’m the one in the wrong for worryin’ about you.”

Before you could bite out a response, the sound of a chair creaking interrupted you. Joel shifted where he sat in the living room, the leather of the old armchair groaning under his weight. He hadn’t said a word since the argument began, just sat there with his arms crossed and a distant look on his face. Now, though, he glanced over, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before sliding back to your father.

“Maybe…” Joel’s voice was low, that drawl he had stretching the word out slow and easy. “Maybe you both wanna step back a bit. Cool down some.”

Your father exhaled, frustration radiating off him in waves, but he gave a terse nod, like he knew there wasn’t any use arguing anymore. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Probably for the best.”

He threw one last look your way—one full of hurt and something else, something that looked a lot like regret—before turning sharply and stalking out of the kitchen. The front door opened and then slammed shut behind him, the sound reverberating through the house.

You stood there for a moment, the silence thick and oppressive. Then, with a growl of frustration, you spun on your heel and stormed down the hallway to your room. The door banged shut with a sharp thud, and you collapsed onto the edge of your bed, breath coming in quick, angry bursts. You hated that he could still get under your skin like that, twist everything you said, and make you feel small, childish.

Minutes ticked by, your thoughts a jumbled mess of resentment and guilt, when you heard a soft knock on your door. It was barely more than a tap, but it sent a jolt through you. You sat up straighter, glaring at the door.

“Come in,” you said, voice flat.

The door creaked open, and Joel stepped inside, the light from the hallway casting his shadow long across the floor. He closed the door behind him, leaning back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He’s gone,” he said quietly, his accent thickening his words. “Gone off to cool his head, like he always does.”

You just huffed, crossing your arms. “Good. Let him stew all he wants.”

Joel’s gaze flickered, his expression as unreadable as ever. “You know, you sure got a smart mouth on you,” he drawled slowly, each word rolling off his tongue like honeyed molasses. “Always did. But there’s a fine line between standin’ up for yourself and bein’ plain disrespectful.”

You stared at him, taken aback. “Disrespectful?” The word tasted bitter on your tongue. “He’s the one who—”

“—who’s worried ’bout his little girl.” Joel’s voice was steady but firm, cutting through your protest. He took a step forward, his gaze never leaving yours. “Look, darlin’, I know you’re frustrated. And I know he ain’t the easiest man to deal with. But the way you talked to him back there? That’s somethin’ you oughta be ashamed of.”

Heat flared up your neck, your pulse pounding. “I’m not ashamed. He never listens to me, Joel! No matter what I say, it’s like—”

“Don’t matter if he’s listenin’ or not,” Joel interrupted softly, shaking his head. “There’s a right way to talk to your folks, and that wasn’t it.”

You swallowed hard, struggling to hold his gaze. “So, what, you’re on his side now?”

Joel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, his brow furrowed like he was tired of this whole conversation. “Ain’t nobody pickin’ sides here. But I’ll tell you this—you sounded like a brat, plain and simple.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, your heart lurching. “A brat?”

“Yeah,” he drawled, the word drawn out and almost lazy. He took another step closer, his gaze sharpening. “Actin’ like you know it all, like you’re too good to hear what he’s got to say. I get it—you’re grown, got your own ideas. But a little respect don’t hurt none.”

Something about the way he was looking at you—like he could see right through the front you were putting up—sent a strange thrill skittering down your spine. You shifted on the bed, your breath catching as he moved even closer, the distance between you shrinking to just a few feet.

“I don’t need a lecture from you,” you murmured, the words lacking their usual bite.

“Maybe not,” Joel agreed softly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “But I reckon you need someone to remind you how to mind your manners.”

Your heart pounded hard against your ribs, the room suddenly feeling too small, too hot. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Joel’s lips curved into the faintest hint of a smirk, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Means you’re actin’ like a spoiled little girl who needs to be put in her place. Someone’s gotta teach you how to behave.” You swallowed, pulse racing as you held his gaze, the challenge hanging thick. “And you think you’re the one to do that?”

“Maybe,” he murmured, voice rough. “Guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” There was something dangerous in the way he said it—something that sent your heart and head into a frenzy. You knew you were treading into territory you shouldn’t, but the pull was quietly simmering beneath the surface.

It was hard to ignore how close he was now, standing just a few steps away, his broad frame taking up so much space in the room. You tried to look away to push down the tension that was building, but your body betrayed you. You wanted to deny it, the way your pulse quickened when he spoke to you like that. The way his presence—strong and steady—always made you feel something you weren’t sure how to handle.

“I don’t need you telling me how to behave, Joel,” you muttered, but your voice lacked its usual edge. His lips quirked up, his eyes dark as they held yours. “someone’s gotta.”

Joel was always calm, always collected, but there was something in his voice that you couldn’t shake off, and it only made the knot in your stomach tighten. He took another step toward you, and you could feel the air shift. “You’ve always had a way of pushin’ boundaries, darlin’,” he drawled, his voice tickling you, “but there’s a fine line between speakin’ your mind and actin’ out.”

You bit your lip, unsure if you wanted to push him away or let this go further. You’d always had a thing for him—Joel wasn’t just any man. He was the kind of guy who was steady when everything else wasn’t. Rugged, manly in a way that most men your age couldn’t pull off, and there was something about him that made you feel both safe and completely off-balance at the same time. It was a crush you’d tried to bury, but moments like this made it impossible to forget about it.

Your heart raced in your chest, a wild rhythm that matched the storm of thoughts swirling in your mind. Joel had always been a figure of strength, a constant, rugged presence in your life. you’d always admired him from far, always found yourself drawn to him, even when you tried to deny it. That unspoken crush, the way your gaze lingered on him longer than it should, the way your stomach twisted when he called you "darlin’." It had been easy to brush off before to keep it hidden in the safe corners of your mind. But now, those feelings were too close, too raw, spilling over into the silence between.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, but even to your own ears, it sounded weak. Joel’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, and before you could pull yourself together, he stepped closer. Close enough now that you could feel the warmth of him, his presence filling the space around you until it felt like you could barely breathe. his smell was suffocating, making your lungs burn.

“I think I know exactly what I’m talkin’ about,” he said, "You do too. And since your daddy didn't teach it to you, it seems like i need to take the brat out of you." His gaze didn’t waver, his words deliberate, each one sinking into your heart like they were meant to. Your breath got stuck as his words settled over you, thick and heavy like a weight you weren’t quite ready for. The air in the room wrapped around your throat like a chain.

His eyes bore into yours, and you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to. His presence seemed to swallow everything else—the fight with your dad, the anger simmering in your chest, the stubbornness you wore like armor. Now, it all felt fragile, like glass under pressure. And Joel, standing so close, felt like the force about to shatter it.

A shiver rippled down your back, and you felt disarmed. Your body betrayed you—heat rising in your cheeks, your heartbeat so fast and loud you were sure he could hear it too. You wanted to protest, to say something sharp and cutting, to remind him he wasn’t your father and didn’t get to tell you what to do. But the words got stuck.

There was something in the way he looked at you now—unflinching, steady, like he had all the time in the world to watch you break. You’d never felt so vulnerable, so completely exposed. And yet, beneath that vulnerability, a dangerous thrill settled through you, a pull you couldn’t quite explain. It was wrong, wasn’t it? To feel this way, to let his words, his presence, affect you like this.

But you did let it affect you.

Joel scanned your face as if he was waiting for something—for you to break, to push back, or to surrender. You felt exposed under his gaze

And God, the way he stood there—so solid, so sure of himself. You had never felt smaller, more out of control, and at the same time, more drawn to that feeling of submission. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, looking down into the abyss, knowing you shouldn’t jump but feeling the undeniable urge to fall anyway. fall into him.

"So here's how this is gonna go. While your dad is out to cool off 'm gonna teach you some manners, and when he comes back, you'll be good and ready to apologize." His calloused fingertips trace the side of your face. "How's that sound, angel baby?" You wanted to reply, to say something. this all felt like a dream, granted, a dream you didn't want to wake up from.

"Stayin' quiet now won't save your pretty ass, girl." Joel tuts, fingers slowly tangling themselves around your locks, pulling at them to make you look up. it made it hard to think straight. " I'm sorry.." And he chuckles at your words. "Now that's somethin'...so you can apologize." he said, almost mocking you. truthfully, him talking to you this way made all of your thoughts fuzzy, so you were basically on autopilot. the ends of your brows tie in a frown, unable to say anything more.

"Get up." Joel taps the side of your shoulder, his stern tone deafening the ring in your ears. "W-why?" You stammered. he rolls his eyes and tugs lightly on the blouse you had on. "Cause I'm 'bout to teach you a lesson. So you learn that being a brat has consequences. I ain't as soft as your dad."

Slowly, you shifted, pushing yourself off the bed, your legs shaky beneath you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you stood in front of him. As soon as you were upright, Joel’s hand released you, settling himself down on the edge of your bed, the place where you'd just been sitting, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The bed dipped under his weight, his broad shoulders taking up more space than they should, and your eyes couldn’t help but linger on him for a second longer than you intended.

"Bend over." You swallowed hard, eyes widening. "Excuse me?" You could believe what he just saidㅡ" Surely you were dreaming. It's like he crawled into the deepest space of your brain and digged in there to find the exact ways to make you fold. "C'mon, i ain't got all day. And your dad is probably coming back soon. So bend over." Joel said whilst patting his thick thighs, signaling you to settle on them. Every part of you was attuned to him—his voice, his movements, the way he looked at you - so you obey.

with shaky movements, you bend over his legs, your behind perked up and back arched. you feel his palm on the small of your back, spreading warmth through your body, before he fully moves it down to pull on the hem of your pants. "Can I take these off, sweetheart?" Your heart trembles, eyes closing as you mutter a soft 'yes'. Joel drags your pants down to your folded knees, along with your underwear, the sudden cold feeling enveloping your skin. "Look so pretty like this, baby." joel leans in, trailing soft kisses down the curve of your spine all the way to your lower back. your body jolts as you try to remain quiet.

with no warning, he pulls his hand back and settles in with a hard smack on your sizzling skin. the harsh hit priks at your skin as it reddens, and you can't help but let out a soft yelp. "Count for daddy." and it takes you off guard, but you comply.

"o-one." joel hum, rubbing that spot before delivering another slap. "Two -" three slaps, then four, then five more, and you turn into a teary, weeping mess. how beautifully you splayed yourself onto the man's lap, each jolt of your body inviting him further in. for him, it was over in seconds, but for you, it felt like an eternity before you heard his voice again.

"Up. And bend over." in no time, you're bent over the edge of the bed, ass up and face flush with the mattress. the cold air hits your exposed cunt and your skin still hurts where he spanked you. He grips your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh, and you can feel his hardon resting between your legs. "This pussy is crying for me, huh?" he's cocky with the way he says it, two of his fingers gathering up the glistening liquid from your puffy lips, then bringing them to your mouth. "Be a doll." he's playing with you, but you? you do as you're told because he has you so drunk on him, in a way you've never felt before. you lick around his digits, tasting yourself and he delivers a proud slap to one of your asscheeks. "You pretty brat." back behind you, he crouches on one knee before drawing a long strip from your sensitive clit to your entrance with his tongue, the same two fingers you had licked, now slipping inside of you.

your back arches as a wave of pleasure breaks over your body like water on a shore. his licks are now concentrated on your bud, fingers quickening their pace as Joel hums at your sweet taste. You moan and writhe, that familiar warm feeling building up inside of you again. but as soon as you were there, he stopped, pulling back to see the shaky, wet mess you were. "P-lease, daddyㅡ"

he tuts, slapping your plush thighs. "You take what I give you. don't get greedy. You're lucky if I'm gonna let you come at all right now. this is supposed to be a lesson." the pain of that sick pleasure envelopes you and you sit with your cunt exposed as you hear Joel fumble the pockets of the pants he had already taken off. 'condoms' he mumbled, as if he knew what you were thinking.

"I'm clean.." You manage a whisper. "And on birth control." he sighs in relief. "Good." You can feel he is less tense now, his presence still behind you. with no warning, he flips you over, back on the bed and ass on the edge of it, that had your legs settle around his hips with ease. "Spread 'em." So you do. you spread your legs as much as you can, giving him a full view. Joel smiles, thumb back to rubbing circles onto your clit. "You're so beautiful." it was so sincere, so sweet you could almost taste it.

his gentle gaze soon got replaced by the hungry one he had all this night whilst staring you down. Finally, he aligns the tip of his shaft with your entrance and slowly pushes the tip in. Your breath got stuck into your throat, from the feeling laden with thornsㅡ Every prick of discomfort is countered by an unexpected surge of delight. Your tears fall down onto the mattress under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "You're okay, baby, you're okay. C'monㅡ" he assures you, asking you to surrender. "Take it all- theere we go.." Joel praises, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. He moves gently, each stroke hitting deeper within your core, the pain soon converging with ecstasy right as he alerts his movements.

you wrap your legs around him loosely but he takes you by your ankles and almost folds them over your stomach, providing him a better position to pound straight into you, hitting that sweet spot on and on. his hips dive down, one of his palms snaking up and wrapping itself tightly around your throat. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, knew you could take it. Now you gotta apologize for being a little brat." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around Joel.

"C'mon baby, say it, say what i wanna hearㅡ fuck." he hammered deep into you, the trinkets from your bedside table clinking soft melodies, as Joel held you by your hips. "I'm s-orry, daddy! I'm so sorryㅡ" you sob, trying your best to be coherent. "That's it, good girl, good fucking girl."

Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your throat slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, giving you a chance to take in a big gasp of air. "want me to breed this pussy, huh? fill you up with my babies? maybe then youll learn to behaveㅡ shit!" the room spins around you, body floating as if ready to plummet back down, you try your best to reply. "yes, yes- please, please, daddy, I'm sorryㅡ"

"Dirty fuckin' girl. Go ahead, 'f daddy." the man succeeded to say, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much daddy!" you say as if praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into you. he pounds into you as you come down from your high, your body almost too limp to register your surroundings. he slap your thigh, strong grips now onto your breasts as he comes ropes inside of you, then he pulls his length out of your pulsing walls, some come landing on your stomach.

and for a moment there was silence. this really just happened. joel pulls out and watches intently as his seed drips out of you, your body beautifully splayed out right under him. You squeeze around nothing, licking your lips, as you feel the warm trickles of come dripping from your stomach to your chest due to your position. you're both quiet for a bit, catching your breaths, as he scoots you better on the bed. "shit, babyㅡ look at that. so pretty." he smiles kissing your shoulders, "so pretty like this, f' me."

"I'm sorry for being a brat.."

" 's fine, baby. if you're too good i won't have any reason to punish you anymore. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

you wouldn't, indeed.

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deonsx · 12 days ago

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Hi!!! I wanted to ask for an asthmatic!readerxRin, maybe they are best childhood friends and Rin feels the need to take care of her all the time:) 💞💞 (rry if my writing s bad, english isn't my first language)

Hii your writing is very well dont worry have a nice read my dear reader!! I wanna add sae here^^

The two of you had been inseparable since you were kids. Rin Itoshi wasn’t the kind of person to form close attachments easily but you were an exception. Maybe it was because you always stuck by him no matter how prickly he got or maybe it was because you were the only one who truly understood him even when he couldn’t put his feelings into words. Either way you’d been his best friend since forever

Your asthma however had always been a point of concern for him. From the first time he saw you struggle to breathe after an intense game of tag in the park Rin had made it his unspoken duty to look out for you “Are you sure you’re okay” Rin asked his teal eyes narrowing as you rummaged through your bag for your inhaler. You waved him off with a sheepish smile your breath still slightly uneven. “It’s fine Rin I just overdid it a little”

“You always say that” he muttered crossing his arms “But what if I wasn’t here What if-” He cut himself off jaw tightening. You sighed feeling a twinge of guilt. Rin rarely let his emotions show but when it came to you his worry was always just beneath the surface

“I’m fine really You don’t have to babysit me all the time” you said softly placing a hand on his arm. Rin glanced at your hand his frown deepening. “I’m not babysitting I just-” He trailed off his gaze flickering to the inhaler in your hand “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten and not because of your asthma. Rin wasn’t the type to say things like that easily which made it all the more meaningful when he did “You’re stuck with me for a long time Itoshi” you teased lightly trying to ease the tension. “I’m not going anywhere”

Rin didn’t smile but the sharp edges of his expression softened “Good Because if you scare me like that again I’m not letting you out of my sight” You laughed but the promise in his voice was clear. Rin would always be there for you whether you wanted him to or not

When he insisted on walking you home after school even though his own house was in the opposite direction “You didn’t have to come all this way, Sae” you said, adjusting the strap of your bag as you glanced at him “I know” he replied, his tone as flat as ever

“Then why are you here”

“Because I felt like it” You rolled your eyes knowing you wouldn’t get a real answer out of him. Sae’s way of showing he cared was always indirect like carrying your bag when you were too tired or slowing his pace when you were out of breath

As you approached a hill on your route, you felt the familiar tightness in your chest. You tried to keep your breathing steady, not wanting to draw attention to yourself, but Sae noticed immediately “Are you okay” he asked, his sharp gaze flicking to you. You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Yeah I’m fine”

“You don’t look fine” he said, stopping in his tracks. “Did you bring your inhaler” You sighed, pulling it out of your bag. “I’m fine I just need a minute” Sae didn’t say anything, but he watched you closely as you took a puff of your inhaler. His silence was heavy, not with judgment but with unspoken concern

When your breathing finally steadied, you looked up at him. “See All good. You don’t have to worry so much” He clicked his tongue in irritation. “You say that every time and yet I always end up having to worry” You laughed softly, his frustration oddly endearing. “You’re too serious, Sae. I’ve been dealing with this forever”

“That doesn’t make it any less serious” he shot back. “You’re careless” You raised an eyebrow at him. “And you’re overprotective” Sae didn’t deny it. Instead, he sighed and grabbed your bag off your shoulder. “Let’s go. I’m carrying this the rest of the wayy”

“I can carry my own bag” you protested “Too bad” he said simply, already walking ahead. You smiled to yourself, jogging slightly to catch up. Sae might have had a sharp tongue and a cool demeanor, but moments like this reminded you of how much he cared even if he’d never admit it out loud

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azullumi · 9 months ago

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“i wanna be yours” ; aventurine

premise — but this is what friends do, right? they slow dance together in the living room while saying sweet nothings ; inspired by this ask (though i never really followed the entire idea, my hands has minds of its own)

pairing — aventurine (w/ gender-neutral reader)

tags — fluff (with a little bit of angst at the end), friends but wanting more type of relationship, all written in reader’s pov, not proofread, 1.2k words ; one-shot

tagging — @toorurs (hi boo)

note — i keep on comparing aventurine to the sun i dont even know why i do it. 9 DAYS LEFT UNTIL HIS BANNER

“care to dance?” the languid, lazy silence draws itself away as the honey-haired man spoke, offering you his hand as he did. the light humming of the music in the background keeps the night awake and alive, the softness of the notes intertwined in the air that settles in your home.

you stare at his hand for a moment, admiring the glistening bracelet on his wrist before you answer, tone meek and hesitant: “i don’t know how to dance.” you expected him to laugh at you for not knowing a simple and common concept; dancing was a form of art known to many and yet, you are unfamiliar with it.

but aventurine simply smiles at you and takes your hand to hold on his own, gently pulling you up from your seat and making you stumble on your feet—however, he catches you and doesn’t let you fall to the ground. you are only met with the warmth of his body and the feeling of his unoccupied hand resting on the small of your back.

“you could have warned me before you did that.” you huffed, although you weren’t exactly reprimanding him.

“i still caught you, didn’t i?” the man answers in a gentle tone as he begins to sway you to the rhythm of the song (the melody wraps itself around your form like the cradle of a warm blanket), a familiar tune that plays in your living room and now you are listening to it as you—no, as he dances and guides your movements. you try to follow him albeit like a clumsy child and silence trailed behind your steps as none of you spoke, only wallowing in this moment between you and him.

(his hand is warm against yours, fingers lacing with each other like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together. you have never known how gentle he can be, have never known the warmth of his hands and the softness of his palms up until this moment. maybe it’s the feeling of his touch that’s making you drunk and aeons, you’ve never thought of yourself as a selfish person but something in the way he’s holding you makes you crave for more.)

“focus,” he whispers to your ear, catching you completely off-guard when his breath tickles your skin, “you’re supposed to look at me, not at the ground.”

you compose yourself, bringing your gaze to his face instead of the marble floors that seem to spin as you move, “i was watching my feet so i won’t accidentally step on you.”

“i don’t mind if you do, all i wish is for you to look at me and me only.” he speaks so gently, so delicately as if something akin to despair hangs on the tangled threads of his words. you study his face, looking at the lines on his features and trying to look for the gap of his expression—you could never tell what he was thinking, could never decipher the meaning he skillfully weaves to the words that he utters (you wish you had the ability to look into minds, perhaps you would have known him).

he notices your silence and smiles, “can’t a poor man have their own wishes?”

you take a moment once more to answer, “i didn’t say that.” well, in fact, you weren’t saying anything. the sound of laughter slips past his lips and perhaps, if you didn’t see the way his eyes formed into a crescent and his expression contorts one into amusement, you would have mistook the sound as part of the song.

“you should see the way you look right now.”

you raised your eyebrow at him, confusion evident in your face, “what do you mean? is there dirt on my face?”

aventurine pulled you closer to him, movements coming to a stop as you two stood still. his face is leaning down to yours, lips merely inches away from each other, and your thoughts are in a jumble as if your mind was a library of cluttered and disorganized bookshelves.

“no, i’m saying you look lovely tonight.” he whispers—and you swear, you see his eyes look down to your lips for a moment—, his voice low as if you’re the only one who’s supposed to hear and not the moon that casts its curious glow on his skin, not the stars that watched your every move, but you and just you.

(you’re left with nothing but silence and warmth in your cheeks, not knowing where to focus or even think about—the strong scent of his perfume or his words that repeatedly echoed inside your head.)

the golden-haired man doesn’t speak any further, continuing his slow dance with you in the comfort of your living room as he hums along to the melody. the night is heavy against your shoulders as the silver moonlight laid on the ground like spilled milk.

“it is quite simple, isn’t it? look, you’re able to follow.”

“aven, you’re doing all of the work.”

he slowly spins you around—the world looks slow and messy for you for a moment—before he answers, “barely.” he comes face to face with you and you don’t fail to notice the affection in his eyes when he meets your gaze.

“don’t look at me like that.” you wished he wouldn’t look at you in that way; something tugs at your heart and suffocates you.

“like what?”

“i don’t know.” hesitation follows your tone, broken and unsure, seemingly lost in an empty field full of directions. “like…” like you wanted me like a lover, you keep the words at your throat knowing you’ll choke on it one day. you don’t know how to say it, you don’t even know if you can say it. it was as if the ability to speak has been taken away from you.

the song came to its end and so was the dance.

“you should go to sleep, don’t stay up too much.” aventurine says, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss on your forehead. he lets you go as soon as he parts his lips, stepping back to the distance the both of you once had before all of this happened, as if nothing occurred between you two, as if the words whispered against each other, the closeness, the intimacy were all just some silly imagination.

“are you leaving already?” you ask, your hand reaching out to tug at his sleeve as if you didn’t want him to go. you don’t even know what made you hold on to him, what made you want him to not want to leave.

the man who had the universe in his wake answers with warmth in his tone, “i can’t stay any longer.” he holds your hand and ushers you to remove your grasp on his sleeve. everything felt so different now, your thoughts were all so loud but you couldn’t dare to speak nor say something as you watched him turn away and leave—the sound of the door closing echoed throughout the corners of your home and you were left alone, in silence and in the cold.

but the comfort and warmth of his touch lingered on your skin—and you’ll remember it all; it will haunt you, follow your shadow everywhere you go, pulling on the hem of your shirt with the desperation of a dying man and you don’t know how to live knowing the way he held you on this night. how are you supposed to deal with the fact that his hands were as soft and warm as summer?

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hopelesslydevoted2paige · 7 months ago

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something angsty for paige where maybe yall are talking and then you see the live of her kissing azzi at the bar?? (make it gut wrenching pls)

CASUAL || PAIGE BUECKERS

summary — paige makes drunken mistakes and you figure out where you both stand

pairings: paige bueckers x fem cheerleader!reader

word count: 418

warnings: cursing, angst

authors note: hii thanks for this request! i dont really know the full context of that live moment so i didnt really wanna write it without that much knowledge but heres something similar! i kinda wanna make a part 2 just lmk if u guys want me too 🫶 ill stop talking now rah hope u enjoy!

part 2

It was around 2 am, everyone in the room feeling buzzed and tipsy.

After another victory from the women’s basketball team, they had decided to invite the UConn dance team to go out and celebrate with them for the night.

“Yo, guys! We should play a game.” KK sat up and leaned forward.

“What game?” You spoke up, making eye contact with Paige.

For the past few weeks, you guys have been getting to know each other and spending time with each other. Paige was so sweet to you. She got you gifts, took you out on dates and even introduced you to her family. You were starting to question things since none of you made it official.

“Truth or dare. But!-” KK stood up and poured a shot. “If you don’t wanna answer or do the dare, you gotta take a shot.”

Everyone started to sit up, listening intently.

“Alright, let’s start with you Paige!” KK rubbed her hands together. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in the room.”

She scoffs. “Easy.”

Your grin widened as you realized she was walking to your direction, quickly dropping once she leaned in to kiss your teammate next to you.

“Ooh!” Everyone around you raised their eyebrows and laughed.

You felt like your heart dropped to your stomach. Did all of the gifts, kisses and the time you spent with each other mean nothing to her?

You cleared your throat. “I think im gonna head out. You guys have fun though.” You put on the best smile you could before grabbing your things and walking out.

“Get home safe!” Nika smiled warmly at you before glaring at Paige. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

Paige rolled her eyes. “What’d I do now?!”

Nika snatched the can from her hand. “You’re wasted. You’ve had too many shots and now you’re making stupid decisions.”

“Stop being such a killjoy Nika!”

“She’s done nothing but be there for you for the past 4 weeks!” She fumed. “You aren’t even going after her! Is she just nothing to you?!”

Paige stood up, rolling her eyes for what seemed like the tenth time tonight. “Whatever.”

She ran after you. “Y/N!”

You walked towards the taxi faster, wiping your tear-stained cheeks.

Paige jogged over to you, grabbing your arm. “Hey!”

You turned around, removing your arm from her hand. “What?”

“I’m sorry okay?” She slurred.

“Paige, I just don’t get it.” You sniffled. “You can’t treat me like im your girlfriend then go off kissing other girls!”

“Come on Y/N!” She groaned. “I thought we were just having fun! Playing around and being casual.”

You felt your chest tightening as she said those words. “Nice to know where we stand.”

“Wait Y/N-“

“Get home safe Paige. You’re wasted.”

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grimespial · 6 months ago

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"I still think you're beautiful."

i kiss the scars on his skin

Carl didn't want you to see him. If Daryl hadn't forced you to get rest after spending all night slaughtering any walkers you found then trying to stay up all night in case he woke up. It was one of the first things his dad told him, you were driving yourself insane waiting to see him.

But what would you think? His face was probably mangled, atleast that's what it felt like, being shot in the eye couldn't be pretty. He'd felt insecure before sure, but this was worse, he felt... broken. Carl knew there was no hiding forever, you would see his face eventually, you would see it and be disgusted and-

"Carl? You okay?" It was his dad, at some point Rick had walked in the room, and he never realised, too busy dreading what kind of face you would make.

"He's waiting you know? He knows you're awake, Daryl has to hold him back." Rick had good intentions, trying to clear the air, lighten the mood with the mention of his boyfriend, but it did the opposite. Carl choked out a sob, tears beginning to pool as he turned his head down, hair covering up the thing that caused all his self hatred.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Do you need Denise?"

Carl couldn't manage out a response, so he just shook his head. How do you tell your own dad you never want to see your boyfriend just so you don't have to witness how digusted he gets to your mangled face?

"Come on Carl, I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong. You can tell me anything, you know this."

"I don't want to see him." It's a wonder Rick could even hear Carl the way his hands muffled his voice, but he caught on why immediately.

"You worried? He won't judge you, i think he'd fight anyone who tried to even look at you the wrong way." His dad layed a hand on his head, slightly ruffling his hair before a shout broke the short silence.

"Let go of me! Why can't I go see him if he's okay‽ I don't care if I need to hurt you to get there!" Of course it was you, any time he was injured you would make sure to check on him. Like always, your voice gave him butterflies but right now he felt sick, and the self-hatred burned again.

i still think you're beautiful

It wasn't long after that you burst through the doors, panting and slightly roughed up. Clearly you put up a big fight to get to Carl, all while he's thinking of ways to never show his face again.

"Carl! You're okay!" Though it sounded more like a question, trying to reassure yourself more than him or make a statement. Even with the sound of relief in your tone he couldn't bare to look up at you.

"I'll give you two some time alone, shout if you need anything."

"I'm sorry I couldn't get here earlier, I tried but they wouldn't let me, I hope you didn't think I was ignoring you.. I'm rambling now. Are.. are you okay Carl?"

Just the sound of how worried you were, how much you care for him broke him. He wanted to treasure this, it wouldn't last much longer and it stung. The last time he felt like this was when his mom was in labour. He couldn't even wipe his tears incase you saw his face.

And then you held him by his chin, lifting his head to meet your view before brushing the hair from over the wound.

"Don't look at me." No amount of hardening his voice could cover the choke and sadness, his face softening in your palms, his whole body was making him more pathetic when he was trying to hide it. It was useless though, he could never hide from you, every single one of his tics you knew. You cared so much it hurt.

"I still think you're beautiful." With one hand you rubbed your thumb across his cheek, making sure not to irritate the wound, and the other you wiped his tears.

"I'm not, don't lie, you're probably disgusted with me."

"I don't think anything about you could digust me, I'll let you know that every single hour if you need it. You're stuck with me now, even if you go down, I'll follow you."

and i dont ever wanna lose my best friend

Carl didn't hesitate to throw himself into your arms, almost tipping you over. You couldn't hold back a laugh at his reaction before leaving a chaste kiss on his lips with a small smile. It was only then that he realised he was exhausted like Denise told Rick he would be, the stress about your reaction apparently distracted him from it.

As he yawned, Carl pulled you back onto the bed, it was a tight squeeze but he didn't want to let you go, afraid that it would all be a dream and you'd be gone. That's how he fell asleep, practically on your lap squeezing you, before dragging you into a deep sleep with him, the comfort to strong to resist as your eyes shut.

That's how Rick found you, nobody had called him so everything should be fine, but it had been a while and as far as he could hear it was silent. Carl would have to forgive him later for coming in if they were still talking, but he needed to be sure everyone was okay. What he didnt expect was for Carl to be lying mostly on top of you, arms wrapped around eachother, the only sound being soft breathing and he smiled. Of course everything was okay.

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aayakashii · 3 months ago

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WARNING: *BANGING POTS AND PANS* THIS HAS VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL NSFT THEMES AND LANGUAGE! Very explicit femdom, Sub!Leo, Brat!Leo, dubcon, reader is afab, very little to no romance, just pure extreme horny. I cannot stress enough that THIS IS PORN. Do not engage if it makes you uncomfortable, please! <3

Part 2

collared

"Hey." You entered Leo's room after knocking twice on the door, not bothering to wait for him to let you in.

"Ugh. What do you want?" He glared at you through his vanity mirror as you made your way towards his bed and sat on its edge. "Just because I use you on my social media doesn't mean we're actual friends, you know." Leo didn't turn around from his spot at his vanity, not even to look at you.

You sighed heavily, already expecting the verbal abuse, but you had to face it if you wanted to go through with your plan.

"I just wanted your opinion on something. It'll be quick." You said, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt right behind him, noticing how he made eye contact with you through the mirror right after you said those words.

"A favor, then? That'll cost you, honor roll." He applied a bit of his skin care oil while smirking, already enjoying the idea of getting you to follow one of his many whims.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's not a big deal though? I just have this gift I want to give to a friend of mine. He kinda has a similar style as you, so I wanted to ask you to test it for me so I can see if it looks good."

"What friend is this?" He quickly said, closing the oil bottle with a sharp pop and spinning on his footstool to face you.

"What does it matter?" You quirked an eyebrow.

"It doesn't. I just wanna know."

"It's just a friend I made in Sinostra" you bounced your leg restlessly.

"A boyfriend?"

"No."

"A hookup?"

"No..."

"Oh my. Dont tell me he's an unrequited love. That's pathetic, you know."

"No! Leo! Look, will you help me or what?" You snap, your patience that was already spread thin seemed to be fading quicker and quicker, while your anxiety rose to unimaginable peaks.

"Hmmm..." he pretended to think, pouting with a finger over his lips "Okay, since I'm such a good guy. That WILL cost you even if it's an easy request, you know?."

You nod, rolling your eyes.

"Okay, gimme the gift, let me try it."

Your hands quickly shot to your loyal purse, fishing an intricately decorated collar. It had studs and chains all over its leather base, with one big hoop attached to the front piece of the collar

Leo whistled.

"So you're saying he isn't anyone special, huh? Sounds like bullshit to me" He smirked, grabbing the collar from your hands.

You shrugged. "He likes this kind of stuff, what can I say?"

Leo hummed, opening the latch after turning back to face the mirror

"I'm kinda surprised you got the money to buy something like this though? You look like you have no money nor fashion sense, so that's interesting... Hm…” he hums, after securing the latch. “It looks good, but let's be fair: it's kinda easy for things to look good on me. Don't know if we can't say the same for your mysterious boyfriend."

Leo rambled after putting on the collar, failing to see how you got up and walked closer to him, your eyes darkening at the sight of the collar hanging on his neck.

You stood awkwardly behind him as he ran his fingers through his hair, admiring himself on the mirror, until he acknowledged your presence.

"What is it? Did you like it so much on me that you're regretting giving your horny gift to someone else, Honor Roll? Wouldn't blame you."

You licked your lips and gulped harshly, while he kept on admiring himself.

"Stay." You murmured quietly, but loud enough for Leo to hear.

As soon as the word left your lips, Leo's arms moved to his sides straight away. His body stuck in his seated position, almost unmoving, in the blink of an eye.

"H-huh...? What happened?" His eyes widened at the strange feeling of his body moving on its own accord. He locked eyes with you through the mirror again, seeing your pleasantly surprised expression. "Wait... what the fuck did you do, bitch?"

"Q-quiet." You said, a little louder this time.

Leo's mouth closed instantly, shutting him up.

"Haha... hahaha!! It really did work!" You laughed in disbelief, walking even closer to him once again, your gaze running through his body, checking thoroughly whether your plan had worked for real or not.

Leo only managed to follow you with his widened eyes as he stayed quiet and unmoving on his seat.

You sighed, satisfied with your work and shimmied yourself between him and his vanity mirror, sitting on top of his desk. Your feet rested right beside his thighs as you looked down at him.

"Ah Leo... I've been wanting to do this for a while, you know?" You murmured, pulling out a chain from your back pocket and leaning closer to his face. He was breathing heavily, nostrils flared and angry and wide eyes darting to your every movement.

You tugged on the hoop of the collar, snapping the chain on it with a satisfying click.

"You act so high and mighty, so proud of how badly you treat everyone around you... it's so fucking annoying. But you know that, don't you?"

You dragged a finger slowly on his cheek as you spoke.

"You think the whole world is supposed to answer to your whims when you don't give anything back to anyone. You treat people like trash even though your soul is the dirtiest of everyone around here, but… you also know that, don't you?"

You squeezed his cheeks with one hand, puckering his lips as he kept on breathing deeply and loudly.

"You know what I think?" you asked him, leaning towards his ears.

"I think a bad boy like you needs to be punished" you whispered, watching as goosebumps formed on his skin once you licked and bit his ear lobe, pulling his earring with your teeth a little too harshly.

All he could do was groan wordlessly.

"So, to do that, I managed to sneak away this collar for you. It's for anomalies, you know? To make them act like well behaved puppies. Everything that you're not." you leaned back, pleased to see the slightly red tint on his cheeks

"But I'm not a demon like you, obviously. I think you know quite well what kind of punishment I want to give you... but if you don't want it, I'll be happy to just make you obey me like a good, well behaved dog for a little while. Now that I got that collar on you, it's easy."

You pulled the chain towards you and hovered your face mere inches from his own, your lips barely brushing against his, but not quite kissing him.

"Speak."

As soon as you said the command, Leo puckered his lips, closing off the distance between you two, with his pierced tongue quickly pushing its way between your lips.

You smiled triumphantly, breaking the kiss before he could try to feel your tongue against his

"Ah-ah." you waved your finger in a negative motion. "Did I say you could do that?"

"You're a sick bitch." he breathed out, looking flustered.

"Oh my. Good boys don't say such bad things like that, Leo. I guess you do need some proper training." You said, pouting, feigning shock over his words.

"You're... you're sick." he repeated, shaking his head.

"Keep quiet or I'll silence you again." You said bluntly, pulling his collar tightly as you lifted your hips to pull down your panties.

Leo's eyes followed the way your underwear was haphazardly discarded on his bedroom's floor. Suddenly, however, his gaze snapped back to the way your skirt still hid your intimacy, as he licked his dried lips.

You were sick for sure, but since his heart kept beating a mile per hour and his stomach churned in awful anticipation, what did that make him, then?

He shook his head, fast.

"No way. No. That's disgusting. I won't fucking do that."

You cocked your head to the side, genuinely caught off guard.

"Disgusting?"

He avoided looking at you, as you raised an eyebrow.

"How many girlfriends and boyfriends have you had before, Leo?" you asked, mockery dripping from your tone "Are you telling me you never gave head to anyone just because you think it's disgusting?"

Leo flinched and kept avoiding your gaze, lips sealed as if you commanded him to be silent again.

"Oh dear. Are you telling me you never made any of your exes cum, Leo? Are you telling me you've never even satisfied someone?" You said, the smile sounding clear in your voice as he furrowed his brows deeply.

"Now THAT's pathetic. But it's okay, baby."

His eyes twitched at the petname.

"I'll make sure you'll eat me out properly" you tugged the chain to make him look at you. You opened your legs and lifted your skirt, allowing him to see the puffy lips of your pussy, and his eyes widened, as if he was seeing one for the first time in his life.

"You're so selfish you never even cared to please your exes... I feel so sorry for them. Do you even know what a clit is? Or do you just know about dicks since you have one between your legs?"

"Of course I know what a fucking clit is” he spat defensively and way too quickly, making you smile deviously.

"Then won't you be a good boy and suck mine?"

Leo's eyes were locked into the sight of your pussy in front of him, his ears burning red after hearing your bold command request.

You had read him so quickly, it was frustrating.

Indeed, he always avoided servicing his exes, way too focused on just achieving his own high.

Sex was nothing more than a way for him to get a bit of pleasure from time to time and nothing else. He never cared much about who allowed him to orgasm, he didn't care if it was a man or a woman, as long as he could get his own satisfaction quickly – and then it was back to his influencer grind. If his partner was left high and dry, it was none of his problem.

So, yes, as soon as he came, he would simply turn around and either leave to clean himself up, or nap.

At that moment, however, he couldn't look away from the sight of your folds in front of him and the way you clenched around nothing, anticipating his ministrations.

He had nowhere to run, truly, but he wasn't fully convinced that he wanted to run – what with his heartbeat drumming loudly in his ears.

Leo approached you slowly, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth before he sunk into you, tentatively licking a long stripe on your pussy.

Your breath hitched on your throat and the little gasp you let out made him flinch and look up at you.

The taste was weirdly astringent and the smell was strong and musky, which didn't really appeal to him. But when he looked into your eyes, glazed with lust, he dived in deeper once again.

Leo explored you with his tongue, giving long kitten licks on your entrance, his piercing grazing against your most sensitive parts, making your legs spasm.

"A-ah... the piercing... fuck, it feels good..."

Much to his dismay, he felt his chest swell with pride at your praise.

"You... you are allowed to use your hands..." you said, half moaning, half murmuring.

At that, Leo felt himself gain control over his arms once again, which immediately moved to open up your folds with one hand, as he inserted one long finger inside you with the other.

While he kept your pussy spread open, his lips curled against your clit, sucking it harshly as his pierced tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, which elicited a loud moan from you – half pain, half mind-numbing pleasure.

"Ohhhh fuck! Slow down! You don't have to suck so harshly..."

His yellow eyes locked on your face and he began flicking his tongue against your clit instead, making sure to have his piercing graze against it.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck oh my fucking god yes... Yes, keep doing that, that's perfect" you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling it tighter, feeling the dampness of sweat on his scalp.

"You can put one more finger now" you murmured, and he complied after a little pause, consciously thinking about which movements he had to make next.

"Look at you being a good boy and doing so well for me" you panted, smiling down at him.

Leo despised the way your compliment went straight to his groin.

"Now curl your finger up like a hook." you commanded, legs and hips spasming once he managed to do as you said.

With a loud moan, you pushed his head closer to you, grinding against his face while you rode the orgasm that had washed over your body with his ministrations.

Leo lifted his head up to look at you, lips glistening with your cum. You panted and smiled, satisfied, a sheen of sweat covering your body, making you shine under the warm light of his bedroom

"See? Was that so bad?" you asked, once you managed to catch your breath.

Leo looked to the side, doing his best to look as annoyed as he could.

"It was disgusting, just as I thought it would be."

"Oh? Really?" you asked, sarcasm loud in your voice "Funny, because I could swear this thing here means you liked it a lot" you finished, pressing one of your feet against the bulge that had formed in his pants. He couldn't control the gasp that escaped his lips as you rubbed him, his hips bucking forward, unconsciously seeking the friction.

"Look at that, you're leaking… Now, now, no need to hump me so desperately” you shimmied your way out of your position, standing right beside Leo as he was still unable to move properly.

"Get up and go lay down on your bed."

The command resounded, loud and clear, and Leo couldn't keep himself from fulfilling it. Cursing under his breath, he clenched and unclenched his fists, the only thing he could do to protest.

He laid down, widened eyes following you as you stood beside him.

"You don't need to look so scared. As I said, I'm not a monster. I'm not going to hurt you." you said, as you began fiddling with the buttons of his shirt and pants "I'm just going to show you how meanies like you should get punished."

Freeing him of all his clothes, you licked your lips, looking at his nude body splayed on the bed and vulnerable, all yours for the taking. Leo's cock stood half mast, the tip wet and an angry red, much to his chagrin.

Leo clicked his tongue, still doing his utmost to sound as repulsed as he could about the idea of you touching him.

He just didn't know anymore if he was trying to convince you or himself.

"I didn't know you were such a perverted bitch." he spat out.

"Perverted?” You barked out a laugh “I guess I can't expect you to have explored anything if you didn't even eat out your exes." you ran a finger over his abdomen, ignoring the razor sharpness of his words.

"You know, if you were a good boy, things would be so different." you pouted dramatically, nails digging a bit deeper into his skin, making the muscles in his abdomen tense up "If you were a good boy, I'd be rewarding you right now. I'd take my sweet time kissing your body, I'd praise you and run my hands all over you and then I'd ride your cock until you came inside me."

You smiled as you saw him gulp.

"But you aren't a good boy, so you get none of that." you finish, flicking one of his pebbled nipples and making him gasp.

"I- I didn't ask for you to do anything.” he stuttered in spite of himself.

You tilted your head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"I know. Just like I didn't ask for you to call me useless and then use me as your fake girlfriend online, but you still did it anyway, right?"

Leo stared at you, anger still flashing on his face.

"That's why I'm doing this.” You shrugged. “I think it's about time I get my little revenge, hm? And what better way than to have you moan like a whore for me" you winked, grabbing a bottle of lube from inside your purse.

You could hear his sharp intakes of breath, chest heaving up and down while you sat beside his hips. A thick glob of lube fell from the bottle and onto him and you smiled when he flinched against the sensation of you clumsily smearing his cock with the sticky liquid.

After you deemed it properly lubed, you circled your hands just almost near his tip and stopped. Leo groaned in anticipation.

“Go on” you said, a sickening sweet smile gracing your features at the sight of him already so flustered when you had barely touched him.

“W-what?” he breathed out.

“If you wanna feel good, you're gonna have to fuck my hand.”

Leo widened his eyes for a second and then shut them tightly, turning his head away. He hissed like an angry street cat being denied food.

“What, you don't want to feel good?” you tilted your head, mockery clear in your voice.

“This is so fucking embarrassing” he spat, a scowl distorting his pretty features.

“Well” you shrugged, but still kept your hand in place “If you don't want to feel good, it's okay.”

“Why don’t you just order me to do it then? You can make me do anything with this fucking collar”

“I'm not gonna do anything you don't actually want to do.”

He was silent for a second, before he scoffed, loud and sarcastic.

“Well, I didn't want to be in this situation.”

Your mouth opened into an ‘o’, like what he said was a groundbreaking revelation, and you nodded.

“Fair enough. Then we'll stop.” you retracted your hand and began moving away from him.

Leo's head snapped towards you and he wiggled his body as much as he could in protest.

“N-no!” he yelled, still squirming in place, unable to actually get up from the bed.

“Hm?”

Leo opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Was he really going to ask that perverted, gross NPC to keep going? Was it even worth it to think too much about it?

His mouth moved before his mind could come to a conclusion.

“Don't leave… Don't- don't stop.”

A wicked smile slowly spread across your features.

“Then ask for it” you said, matter of factly, drinking in the sight of his flustered face.

“Fuck you.”

You tutted, pouting.

“That's not asking.”

“Okay, goddamnit, fuck. Please put your fucking hand there again.” he growled, through gritted teeth.

“Hmmm… That doesn't sound super nice.” you slid your hand down his shaft once, tightly. Leo choked out a moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Please. Please.” he murmured, voice frantic and desperate.

“Please what?” you asked, gently rubbing the pad of your index finger against his tip, smirking when his cock twitched.

“Please, let me fucking cum.” he finally begged through a whisper.

“See? Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” you put your hand back on its spot, and the sensation of your palm and fingers firmly encircling his head already made him gasp. “Now go on. Move your hips for me.”

Leo begrudgingly moved his hips upwards, moaning at the feeling of your hand squeezing his length.

“Is this good enough?” you asked, trying to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable despite it all.

Leo nodded frantically, hips beginning to move at a faster pace. His mouth parted open, short mewls spilling out as he fucked himself into your hand. He hated to admit that it felt like a perfect fit.

Your mouth watered. Wasn't he such a pretty boy when he was cumbrained and dumb.

“Look at you, fucking yourself silly into my hand. What would your followers think of this if they saw you being a slut for me, hm?” you murmured, and his pace began to quicken after your words, the lewd sound of lube squelching between your fingers and his hard cock making him curl his toes.

You murmured encouragements as he kept on bucking his hips up, fully forgetting about any decorum while loud moans came out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

When you began to feel his dick twitch in your hand, however, you let go, a crazed smile on your lips as he kept rutting his hips upwards and onto nothing, chasing the release you deprived him of.

“Hu-huh? Whyyy…” He asked, pathetic and needy, with a few tears glistening at the corner of his eyes.

“Don't want you to cum on my hand.”

He still looked out of it when you positioned yourself between his legs, not truly processing what you were planning on doing.

Your hands glided under his sweaty thighs and you pushed them towards him, giving you a better access to his leaking length.

When your tongue lolled out and you sucked his angry red tip, Leo's back arched completely out of the bed, his arms and legs spasming at the feeling of your warm mouth swallowing him deeper and deeper.

“N-no, that's, noooo…” he hiccuped, tears now falling freely down his cheeks, overwhelmed with the sensation.

You let him go with a lewd pop.

“Don't want it?” you asked, breathing heavily.

He had his eyes closed, brows scrunched upwards in a pained expression. Like the pleasure was too much for him to handle.

“I-it's disgusting… I'm gonna end up cumming…” he whined.

You arched an eyebrow.

“That's the whole point. I want you to cum while I suck you.”

He whimpered at your crass words.

“Do you want me to suck you or not?” you opened your mouth, letting your tongue hover next to his tip.

Leo fluttered his lashes, blinking away the tears, and arched his back, rutting his hips towards your lips, refusing to actually answer.

When you wrapped your lips on his cock again, he let himself plop against the mattress, legs stretched and taut as a bow string.

Who would've thought Leo would become so whiny and needy, you thought, smirking to yourself.

You swirled your tongue around his angry red tip, feeling the salty taste of his precum before slurping it softly and letting it out with a pop, as if you were just sucking on a lollipop.

Leo squirmed against the bed, chasing your lips unconsciously with a needy whine. Every single nerve ending of his body was alight. Everywhere you touched seemed to frustratingly send him closer to an edge he never actually explored.

You smiled against the feverish skin of his length and let him inside your mouth once again.

You bobbed your head slowly, up and down, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him and felt the hard throb of his heart in the veins of his cock – the satisfying thump thump thump of his painfully hard length pulsating inside your mouth.

One hand held his bucking hips down while the other fondled his balls, already heavy and tightening, begging for release.

“Mhmmm! I'm gonna- I'm gonna-” Leo mewled and gripped your hair, trying to push you away from his body. You grasped his wrists to keep him from effectively pushing you, finally letting his hips move freely.

He immediately moved his hips upwards, thrusting rapidly into your mouth and desperately chasing his orgasm, fully forgetting how he was trying to get you off of his cock just mere seconds ago.

His cock touched the back of your throat and you gagged – your moans of protest sending vibrations through his length. He rolled his eyes back and gave one final, stuttering thrust, spilling his cum onto your tongue and down your throat.

He groaned loudly, abs tensing as he saw explosions of white behind his eyelids, shaking from the shocks of his orgasm. You relaxed your throat, allowing his load to spill down the corners of your mouth and swallowing whatever managed to reach your throat.

Leo exhaled loudly, relaxing his body against the mattress.

You weren't done though.

Your lips wrapped once again around his reddened head and you gave him short, harsh sucks.

Leo gasped, stifling a scream, and his legs spasmed around you, kicking the bed as you overstimulated his half-mast cock.

You licked and swirled your tongue, focusing on the bruised tip, sucking him until he couldn't keep his loud sobs to himself. Tears ran down his cheeks again while he squirmed and flailed, mind turning into mush at the overstimulation.

He arched his back, whole body spasming while you coaxed him into another orgasm, massaging his balls and suckling on his dick without allowing him a moment to breathe.

When he finally came again, letting out a high pitched moan, he barely managed to burst out into your mouth – instead, he squeezed your head between his thighs and grasped your hair with both hands, abs contracting painfully.

Once you finally let him out of your mouth, Leo looked ruined. His ears were ringing and he could barely register his surroundings. He had no strength to his limbs, feeling like a melted puddle of himself, way too focused on his own pleasure to remember he was supposed to be angry at you – not thankful for the sweet torture you just had made him go through.

You got up, watching Leo's chest heave up and down and his sweaty skin glimmer against the low glow of his room with a maniacal smile.

“Felt good?” You asked, sitting down beside him and picking up your purse. Leo blinked slowly, eyelids heavy as his cock still twitched. He was still coming down from his high, sniffling and blinking his tears away, unable to answer you properly.

You smiled and grabbed a bottle of water. Putting a hand under his head, you tipped it up and placed the bottle against his chapped lips.

“Drink it. You don't want to dehydrate now.”

He groaned and opened his mouth, drinking in large gulps. After he finished, he eyed you with curiosity as you popped a few mints into your mouth.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I might or might not kiss you later. I don't think you wanna taste your own cum in case I do kiss you, do you?”

Leo looked away, scrunching his eyebrows.

“N-no.”

“Yup.” You drank a few gulps of water, with the mints in your mouth. “Porn isn't very accurate to real life after all”

“I know that!” He spat, defensively.

You chuckled.

“I'm not saying you don't.” you threw the now empty bottle inside your purse, while fishing out two items and Leo’s heavy lidded eyes went wide as saucers.

“W-what is that?” he mumbled, watching you crawl close to him with two small hot pink cups in hand.

“Why am I not surprised that you don't know what these are?” you smirked.

“Can’t you just fucking tell me?” he barked, a crease appearing on his forehead.

“Oh, what a foul mouth.” You shook your head. “But okay, I’ll enlighten you.”

You leaned forward and squeezed the cups, placing their lids over his nipples.

“These are suction cups.” you let go of the silicon and smiled as Leo gasped when the cups stood firm against his skin by sucking his nipples.

“W-why?” he whispered.

“They’ll make you more sensitive, baby” you explained, as you absentmindedly fondled his soft cock. “I’ll be able to suck on them, you’ll feel good and I’ll get you hard for me again, just the way I want you.”

He breathed deeply, feeling a strange and pulsating heat where the cups were placed.

Why the fuck was he even looking forward to that? Why the fuck was he so eager to get his cock stiff for you? Until when was he going to be able to pretend he wasn’t loving that sugar pain?

After a few moments, you noticed the strange, pained look on his face as his thoughts raced a million miles per hour.

“Is it hurting?”

“N-no…” he blinked, focusing on the sensations once again. “It just feels weird.”

“Good. Let's see how you look then.”

Leo groaned when you pulled the cups out with a pop, cheeks bright red as he watched you bite your bottom lip once you saw his pink, perked nipples.

“Aw, look how cute they look, all puffy!” you cooed before leaning down and licking one of them while your hand pinched the other.

“Haaah?!” he gasped, arching his back and leaning into your ministrations.

He had absolutely no idea he could feel good from something like that.

In the back of his mind, he knew he should be spewing venom, telling you that you were a disgusting pervert for doing those types of things to him, mocking your preferences and any previous partners you might have had before.

But at that moment, Leo could only feel the shock of pleasure go straight into his cock.

You suckled on his puffy, perked nipple while your hand rolled the other between your fingertips, switching sides and relishing on the vibrations of his chest as he groaned.

Leo's head shook from side to side, with his eyes shut – he didn't know what to do with himself as he felt aroused from having you pinch and pull and roll his nipples around your fingers. He didn't even know he could feel any pleasure from that.

“Look at that, guess you're coming to life again, huh?” you asked, and Leo opened his eyes, heavy lidded and watery, to see what you meant.

Between his legs, his cock was already chubbing up.

“A-ah…” he whimpered, rubbing his thighs together and shaking his head.

“Do you wanna stop?”

He snapped his eyes towards you, wide and desperate, as if the whole notion of stopping could absolutely break him.

“Okay, okay” you huffed out a laugh “Just checking.”

You grabbed your bag and crawled back towards his waist, sitting between his legs once again. Meanwhile, Leo's amber eyes followed your every movement, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his chapped lips in anticipation.

He had completely forgotten to pretend he hated it all.

“We're gonna use this now” you announced, holding out a fleshlight for him to see and pumping obscene amounts lube inside it.

Leo was quiet as he observed you, and the sudden silence weirded you out.

“What, don't tell me you don't know what a fleshlight is!” you smirked.

“Of course I know!” he yelled, cheeks flushed with anger and embarrassment.

“Then what is it?” you raised an eyebrow while you wiggled in place, trying to find a comfortable position between his legs.

He opened his mouth, yet stayed quiet. You patiently waited for him to say whatever was on his mind.

“You… won't- um.” he cleared his throat. “You won't, uh. We won't- we won't have normal sex?” he murmured, avoiding your eyes.

Your face lit up, as you understood what he meant.

“Oh, you mean to ask if I'm gonna let your cock inside my pussy?” you said, enunciating the words clearly.

He flinched, but nodded.

“No." you said, matter-of-factly and blunt. "You don't deserve it. Maybe once you become a good boy.”

Leo was about to complain, when you placed the fleshlight against his dick and, with a swift movement, pushed it down, squeezing the gooey toy around his member.

“Wo-AH!” Leo moaned loudly, back arching and toes curling right beside you. “T-that's tight! That's too tight!”

“Yeah?” you smiled “And that's all you're gonna get, baby. So think about how I'd be so much more tighter while I fuck you with this, how about that?”

You observed his reactions, almost drooling at the sight of Leo squirming and twitching while you jerked his cock with the toy.

The loud squelching sounds of his cock spreading the soft walls of the toy went straight to your pussy, and you could feel a wet puddle forming under you – but you had your mind set. Leo wasn't getting any rewards. You'd have to deal with yourself once you got back to your dorm.

Leo's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he clenched his teeth, muffled mewls escaping his mouth as he met your movements with clumsy thrusts.

“Feels good?” you asked, voice loud through the plap plap plap of the fleshlight against his sweaty skin.

“Mmhhmm! So good! So good!” he answered, tongue lolling out as he couldn't control the high pitched ah! ah! ah! in time with your ministrations.

Suddenly, one of his hands found your wrists, and he grabbed it, nails digging on your skin.

“Let me- hnng- ah! let me be inside” he said, breathlessly, through his moans.

“Hm?” you eyed him, almost laughing as he whined when you stopped your movements.

“Let me be inside you.” he repeated, voice raspy and lips chapped. You rolled your eyes and began moving the toy again.

“You aren't giving any orders around here, baby.”

“Fuckkkkk” he gasped, throwing his head back and you bit your lips as you thought about how sensitive he was.

“Can I please- ma-may I please be inside you? Please? Please? Let my dick inside you?” he whined, glittering tears rolling down his cheeks as he closed his eyes to be able to beg and ignore the gaping wound in his pride.

“Awww” you cooed, rubbing salt onto the wound “Look at you, being so polite! But no, you can't.”

His eyes snapped open, wide.

“No, noooo, whyyyyy…” he groaned, still pounding the toy, sweaty skin sticking to the silicon that was overflowing with lube and precum.

“Because you don't deserve it, remember? I'm doing this to put you in your place, you should be plenty happy I even let you eat me out.”

He whimpered and mumbled incoherent words in protest, hips jutting upwards in an erratic pace.

“It's okay, you can spill everything here, baby. Look at that, you're all clumsy! You're about to cum, aren't you? Go ahead, fill this up.” you encouraged him, squeezing the fleshlight a bit tighter and torturing him with a faster pace.

“Ghhhnnnn-! Aahhh…” his abs went rigid as he curled into himself and spilled his cum into the toy with a pornographic moan, hips stuttering against your hands.

You rode him through his orgasm, the squelching sound louder as his cum dripped down his shaft and onto the mattress.

“That's right, you did great” you praised him while your movements slowed down until you stopped and watched him pant heavily, fully relaxed against the mattress.

Leo's eyes were heavy lidded and his breathing was beginning to get deeper, but you lightly tapped his cheek with your hands.

“I'm gonna clean these up in your bathroom.” you lifted the suction cups and the fleshlight and he blushed at the sight of his own cum. “Don't go to sleep. You need to clean up. But before that, take these.”

You handed him a candy bar and another water bottle before moving to pick up your panties, long forgotten at the corner of his bedroom.

“How did you fit so much stuff into that ugly bag?” he muttered, voice heavy with tiredness, while he opened the snack.

You raised an eyebrow at him, while you walked to his bathroom.

“You have to be prepared when you do this sort of thing” you answered, after you finished cleaning the toy and stuffed it inside your bag “Like I said… porn isn't accurate to real life.”

“I know that.” he said again, the bite in his words barely there this time around, and you laughed.

“Well. If you're a good boy from now on, maybe I can show you other stuff you need to be prepared for.” you winked, throwing the bag onto your shoulder.

Leo blinked slowly, digesting your words. And then a devilish smirk spread out on his features.

“Or I can still treat you the same and get punished like this again. I would mind at all. And I bet you wouldn't as well, perverted honor roll."

You rolled your eyes.

Leo would never learn.

Please reblog this if you liked it because it legit took me so long to write this, it was SO HARD and I need some words of affirmation fr thank you xox

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Struggle🖤

Summary: You always loved azriel but never had the courage to say anything wanting to get to know his culture cassian took you to the Illyrian camps but when you get taken you fall into a dark place only one person might be able to pull you out of

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Warning: Violence

•Masterlist•

“Sweetie you need to tell him you’ve been head over heels in love with him since…..since we’ll forever” mor said as we were sat around the dinning room in the house of wind

“Mor you know I can’t he means everything to me I can’t risk that”

“But he’s your” before she could finish the three boys walked in cutting off our conversation thankfully

“Welcome home boys me and dear y/n here were just discussing how in love she is with…”

“MOR DONT” I yelled out before she could practically ruin my life, I looked back over at the guys seeing a smirk plastered on Rhys and cassians face as Azriel looked anywhere but me

Standing up I brush out my clothes out of nervous habit and turn to cassian

“Umm can I talk to you in private for a moment”

“Well of course darling lead the way” he smirks as he holds his arm out for me, he’s like my brother, my duffis brother, I bring him to my room and I throw myself on the bed and sigh making him laugh as he does the same almost breaking my bed

“So what is it you need sunshine”

“This is a huge favor but seeing as I’d have my big strong protector with me, could you show me the Illyrian camps, I wanna know more about where Az came from”

“Oh I don’t know that’s not a place for a lady, Rhys would kill me”

“But I’ll be by your side the whole time and we don’t have to stay long I just wanna know more about him”

“Here’s a thought how about you just ask him” he pokes

“Cas come on this is hard for me, it’s obviously not snapped for him yet and we’ll maybe if I know more things it’ll somehow snap into place for him, I don’t know it’s silly but it’s worth a shot”

“Ugh fine but only because nesta would kill me if I didn’t try and help you out, she’s got a sweet spot for you”

“Oh thank you so much Cas, I owe you”

The next morning I got ready in some warmer clothes knowing it could get could in the camps and since cas will be flying I’ll need that extra warmth, making my way downstairs I’m stopped by shadows swirling around my hands and through my hair like the occasionally did

“They only do this with you, must be something special about you” I hear from the corner of the dim hallway as Azriel emerges from the darkness, my heart leaping in my chest

“I quit like them, they’re beautiful”

“You think they’re beautiful?”

“Of course they always find me when I’m down and the comfort me, plus they’re from you so they’re pretty terrific” I don’t know where this boldness came from but atleast it made him smile which was a rare sight

“Well Cas is waiting for me but I’ll see you later, bye Az” I said quickly before making my way to cas

“Ready princess”

“Always!”

It was a long flight there and by the time Cas landed he was pretty tired having to carry my extra weight

“Sorry to have to put you through this I know how much you work”

“Don’t worry about it darling, hopefully this’ll work out like you want it too then it’ll be worth it not having to hear you both complain anymore”

“Wait what do you mean both?”

“Come on sunshine time to show you around” he laughs with a mischevious grin

We walked through the camp for a while he showed me where him Rhys and Az would meet up and where they lived, this didn’t go unnoticed by many males of the camp not taking their eyes off of me

“Come to investigate our camps again traitor?” A large Illyrian man groan as he stood with some other males in our path

“Nothing of your concern now move” cassian growled holding me behind him

“And I see you’ve brought us a sweet treat” before I knew it a fight broke out and even though Cassian was strong and great at fighting it was unfair against 5 men, then arms wrapped around me and started to drag me away

“CASSIAN……LET ME GO!” I scream terrified of what was to come

Dragged into a dark room being tied to a metal hot pipe, my arms over extended behind my back as the heat from the pipe burned my skin

“Oh we’re gonna send that high lord a message”

Azriels POV

After my interaction with y/n this morning I’ve been confused, did she have feelings for me too? She was pretty flirty for someone so timid around me usually

I was broken from my thoughts when cassian busted through the door out of breath, bloody and exhausted

“Cas what the hell happened? Where’s y/n?”

“I knew it was a bad idea……she was taken by Illyrian men they jumped me and I couldn’t find her” Rhys quickly entered the room taking my arm and winnow us to the camps

I sent my shadows out hoping to pinpoint exactly where she is, after a moment they frantically swirled back to me, she was in a run down house near by, Rhys followed me no questions asked

Busting down the door I see a group of men alert ready to fight, Rhys and I so full of anger finished them of quickly and painfully until all that was left in the room to hear was her quiet whimpers

Finding her in a dark corner her forearms burned and blistering red, her clothes ripped from her body showing the red angry cuts and whips littering her body, her nose dripping with blood and her one eye black and swollen shut, my heart clenched at the sight knowing I could’ve protected her, if I sent one of my shadows with them none of this would’ve happened and that’s when I felt it, the pull in my chest the one I never thought I’d experience

She’s my mate

Normal pov

I woke up aching all over hearing voices all around me, opening eyes as best I could realizing I could only see out of one, I slowly reached up feeling the swell and pain that coursed through the area

“Thank god you’re awake” I hear next to me as the bed dips and those hands I could never mistake, the hands of the man I love but then memories of the hands that touched me, that hurt me flashed in my mind and I pulled away out of instinct wanting to just curl up and hide away from the world

“Oh darling I’m so sorry, I knew taking you there was a bad decision” cassian said from behind Azriel, I could see the regret written all over his face

“How do you feel?” Mor asked sweeping my hair aside but oddly her touch didn’t make me want to run away

“Hurts” I groaned out my throat hoarse and dry

“You’ve been out for a few days, Majda says your wounds are healing fast so that’s good news” Azriel said seeming nervous but certain wounds I felt would never heal, my heart ached

“Can I just go to my room, I need to be alone”

“Are you sure Angel” if any other time I heard Az call me Angel I’d be jumping with joy but right now I couldn’t feel that, I just nodded as nor helped me sit up and led me to my room, walking slowly feeling ever cut and pain that was inflicted, slowly laying back down in my own bed, it gave some form of comfort knowing I was home

“Do you need anything?” Az asked as I felt his shadows swirl around me basically engulfing me

I shook my head and they left but before Azriel closed the door he left one shadow with me telling me to call for him when I need anything

Then I was alone letting sleep take me over once again

Azriels POV

Seeing her so broken made me feel like I’ve failed her, the inner circle all sat around the table silently all worried about my dear mate

“What the hell were you even doing there?” I groaned asking Cassian

“She wanted to know more about your past, she thought it would help snap the mating bond for you” my heart stopped

“She did this for me, she knew we are mates?”

“She’s known for a while, hell I’m pretty sure she knew immediately from the moment she met you centuries ago, she didn’t wanna pressure you” Mor stated

“Why didn’t any of you tell me, how didn’t I know” the stress now gnawing at my soul

“It was pretty obvious Az, she’d blush anytime you’d walk in the room, or how happy she’d get when you’d come home from a long mission, she loves you so much man” Rhys added

It’s been a week now and she hasn’t left her room I kept checking on her but she never wanted anything, she’s become pale and frail, never showing emotion, sometimes I’d feel a wave of terror down through the bond and I’d always send her back a wave of calm hoping it would ease her

But I couldn’t take it anymore knowing she’s in pain, everyone has tried helping to get through to her in anyway we knew how, I just have to do something

I knocked on the door knowing she wouldn’t respond but still I wanted to give her that respect, slowly I opened the door seeing her in her usual spot sat at the window my shadow swirling around her hands, seemingly mezmorizing her, distracting her from what plagues her mind

“Hey darling, can I sit with you?” I ask approaching her, shivering from the cool breeze from the open window, she nodded and I sat across from her on the window seat, after I took a blanket and draped it over her lap

“Do you want to talk about it, maybe it’ll help ease what you’re feeling” she was silent for a long time just looking at the shadow till I noticed the tremble of her lip

“It hurts Az” she whispered as she curled into herself

“I’m so sorry Angel” I said placing my hand on her leg gently hoping it could ground her in this vulnerable moment

“What they did to me, humiliated me, stripped me naked and beat me black and blue, I can’t even look at my self anymore” she cried finally opening up

“I just wanna be me again, I wanna be happy”

“I’m hear every step of the way but it’s gonna take time Angel, you know we are all here for you, I’m always gonna be here and I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again” she sighed as she leaned forward and laid on her side her head resting in my lap

“Can we just stay here for a moment”

“Anything for you, my beautiful mate”

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