#(tracing bad. slaps my own wrist)

[rueclfer]

shut up, my moms calling // touya todoroki pt two

a/n: req from one of yall who sent in multiple prompts a lil bit ago!!! hi anon i hope u see this <3 also not to be lazy but i'm gonna piggyback this req off of this touya fic of mine as a pt 2 to save myself the contextualizing.. so read that one too lmao.

also i def got ambitious and FAR from the req but i still hope you enjoyed heh..

"Scoot over, Touya, you're taking up the entire bed." You huff, actively elbowing him in the chest.

"You mean my bed?" He whines. "This is why I never want to share the bed with you. You're a blanket AND pillow hog, and I always get shoved all the way to the edge.

"Get your ass on the floor then." You shove him harder, in which he retaliates by grabbing your wrists.

"I always sleep on the fucking floor. Either you deal with sharing a bed, or you take the floor this time."

"So annoying." You mutter under your breath, wriggling out of his grasp and accepting your defeat.

It was nearly 2am and you two had not seen each other all day, which resulted in him being clingier than usual, of course. Touya would never admit it, but you had him all figured out. Quality time may be his top love language, but when that love-tank is low, he immediately defaults to physical touch, making it nearly impossible for you to get away from him if you really wanted to,

After much adjustments, you two silently settled on a position where your face was pressed against his chest, facing each other with your arms wrapped around one another and legs intertwined.

"Can you breathe?" He mutters against your forehead.

"Mmhm." You sigh against his chest in content. "You're so warm and you don't smell like shit for once."

"Stop talking." He hums, letting himself run his hand through your hair, lightly massaging your scalp.

You could melt at this moment. With your fingers drawing circles on his back paired with his own in your hair, you could feel yourself savoring this moment forever, locking it in your memories.

It had been a couple of weeks since you two exchanged your first kisses at the river, and not a single word about it had been uttered about it since. There was no way to bring it up to him again without feeling awkward, but it had plagued your mind everyday- multiple times a day. If you could slap yourself across the face every time you let the memory fluster you, you would. After all, your friendship continued as if nothing happened.

"Did Fuyumi tell you?" You whisper, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Tell me what?" His eyes remain closed.

"That Keigo kid asked me out the other day."

His eyes pop open and meet yours. All motion stops. He snakes his hand from your scalp to grab your shoulder and leans back to get a better view of your face.

"The fuck? Keigo? The other day?"

You nod your head in response.

"Why the hell did you tell Fuyumi before me?" His eyebrows furrow.

"I don't know! Keep your voice down." You hush. "It was a girl thing." You shrug.

"A girl thing..." He rolls his eyes. "And what did you tell him?"

You nervously fiddle with the back of his shirt, piling it in fistfuls.

"I said I would get back to him about it." You nervously chuckle. "Is that bad? It caught me off guard so I didn't know what to say."

He huffs out a chuckle before closing the space between you two again, moving his hand to your lower back and tracing a finger against the skin exposed by your shirt lifting

"Good. Tell him it's a no next time you see him."

"What? But what if it's a yes?"

"It's not. He's an asshole and an idiot." He yawns into your hairline, and rubs his cheek against your forehead.

You pinch the skin on his waist, bringing his attention back to you. "You don't get to decide that for me, dipshit."

"Never in a million years will he fucking deserve you, Y/N. Fuyumi probably told you the same thing." He returns the pinch, pulling back once again.

He was right. She did in fact tell you the same exact thing.

"Sounds like you're just jealous. What, one kiss and all of the sudden you're in love with me?" You tease. "Can't handle seeing me with another guy?"

You didn't know what you were doing, or how those words slipped off your tongue. You bit your cheeks in regret the moment you felt his body stiffen against yours.

"Jealous? As fucking if. I'm just being a good best friend. Do what you want, but if he breaks your heart then don't come back crying to me."

Just like that, he easily averted the mention of your kiss- which of course annoyed you.

"Fine. Let me actually text him right now. Maybe as my bestest friend ever, you can help me draft it." You feel around under your pillow for your phone.

You open your text chain with Keigo, hovering your thumbs over the keyboard. "Alright let's see." You began reading out loud as you type. "Hey Keigo, thought about it, and I think you're really sweet and so sexy and would love to-"

Before you could continue, Touya slaps the phone out of your hand, letting it hit the ground behind him with a harsh thud.

"Touya!" You scold after a loud gasp of shock.

You shove him hard onto his back, swinging a leg over him in order to reach down and attempt to retrieve your phone from the other side of the bed. You couldn't help but feel a bit of satisfaction from this obvious outburst of jealousy. Maybe in some sense, it validated the thread of tension hanging between you two that he had seemingly been ignoring.

"I knew it, you jealous fuckin-" You start before the bedroom door swings open, causing you to duct down under the covers.

"Touya? Y/N? Are you guys okay in there? I heard someth-" Rei begins, stopping the moment she sees the abandoned floor mattress next to the bed and your silhouette straddling Touya.

"Mom!" Touya whines, nearly shoving you off of him to jump out of bed. "Knock next time, please." He huffs as he bends down to pick up your phone, tossing it on the bed next to you.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry guys." She covers her mouth in shock.

Rei flips on the light switch and audibly releases a sigh of relief to confirm that you two were indeed still fully clothed.

"Do you guys....have... you know." She begins, stammering over her words. "Are you guys being safe? You know, I don't care what you do as long as you're both safe, okay? Also, please be a little quieter. I know it's a weekend, but everyone is sleeping."

Your eyes widen in horror after grasping onto what she was insinuating. You smash your face into the comforter in embarrassment.

"Rei, I promise you we weren't..." You pop your head up and wave your hands out in denial. "We were just talking and Touya just.." You motion to him. "Tell her, dumbass!" You throw a pillow at him.

"We are not having sex, mom. Y/N's just being stupid." He presses his lips together in a tight line. "But we will use protection if we do. Thanks."

"Oh my god, but we're not going to." You quickly quip in. "I promise we'll keep it down. So sorry for waking you."

You wanted to melt into the floor and disintegrate all together. You shove your face in your hands to hide your humiliation. Your body was hot all over and were suddenly sweating through your pajama shirt.

"Great! Alright then. We'll talk more in the morning." She nervously chuckles. "Goodnight guys, and please keep it down."

The moment the door clicks shut, you turn and slap his shoulder.

"What the fuck?!" You whisper-yell. "But we will use protection if we do? Are you insane? I can never sleep over again, that was so embarrassing." You cry.

"Chill out, it's fine." He laughs, picking up the thrown pillows off of the floor. "Embarrassing yeah, but would you be surprised if I told you that wasn't the first time she tried giving me the talk? About you specifically? At least you don't have to hear that shit."

"About me?!" You exclaim. "Shut the fuck up, no way?"

Touya settles back into bed on his back with his hands behind his head while you sit criss-crossed right next to him, cooling down from the embarrassment.

"Mmhm. Like twice already." He nods his head.

"Does she know that we're not dating or anything?" You cock an eyebrow. "She definitely knows that, right?"

"Well yeah, no shit." He shoots you a sideways glance. "But you don't have to be dating to...do all that."

"What does she say about me?"

"I don't know, of a whole bunch of bullshit I already know?" He begins tapping his fingers on your knee. "Like 'oh, Touya, Y/N's really sweet and we love them, but you have to treat them nice and I know teenage feelings are complicated, but if you really like them and want to ever do anything more, just have really good communication and practice safe sex. Always!"

"Rei has such a way with words." You say through gritted teeth, finally laying down besides him, both now looking up at the glow in the dark stars plastered on the ceiling.

"Yeah, so if you ever wanted to do another 'science experiment,' she got us condoms. It's in the first drawer on the nightstand next to you."

Your jaw drops and you slap a hand over to cover your gaping mouth. The heat returns to your face.

"She did not." You choke out, snapping your head towards him.

"She did." He chuckles. "I told her you literally just got your first kiss and didn't think you would need them anytime soon, but ya know she likes to be careful I guess."

"Wait, you told her we kissed?"

You scooted closer to Touya, now looking at him on your side while he remained on his back looking upwards.

"Mom-senses are kinda scary. When you left the next day, she said we were acting weird and grilled it outta me." He shrugs. "I was honest. Guess that's what triggered this safe sex bullshit."

"God dammit, Touya. So she 100% thinks we're together." You press your lips together.

"You act like that's the worst thing in the world." He shoots you a side glance. You said nothing.

Since that night, you often thought about the possibility of being "more than friends" with Touya, but you couldn't help but shake off the lingering thought that maybe the "science experiment" of a kiss was all that it was for him- nothing but an experiment. You weren't too sure what to do with the possibility that it was something more meaningful for you in that case.

"Anyways, she probably has her own thoughts and opinions, but I told her we're not."

"I see." You mutter. "What are your thoughts and opinions?"

"About... being together? Like that?" He glances over to you.

"Keigo asking me out, the kiss, and your mom thinking we're together and stuff, everything in between."

You watch his face carefully as he takes a second to think about his answers. You see the gears turning in his head, but not quite sure what would come out of his mouth.

"You first." He quickly spits out.

You deadpan. "You know what? Nevermind. Goodnight, dipshit." You turn around, facing away from him and pull the covers up to your chin.

"Okay okay okay, come back. I'll spill my heart out for you if that's what you really wanna hear at 2am right now." You could hear the annoyance in his voice, bringing a smile back to your face.

You cheerily turn back around to see him back on his side, facing you now.

"Perfect. Go on." You say, shoving your leg in between his own.

"So Keigo." He starts.

"Mmhm."

"Annoys the living shit out of me. Genuinely. And I'd hate to see you waste your time on that sorry motherfucker, but if you actually do like him, which I don't see how, do what you want. I come first though, don't forget it. Best friend priorities."

"See, I knew you were jealous." You smile. "I don't think I was considering it anyways, but nice to hear your big boy thoughts about it, you cutiepie."

"That's what I thought. Why the fuck would you need him when you have me?" He smirks.

You roll your eyes. "Okay, now tell me how you feel about your mom thinking we're bonking."

"Idiot." He chuckles. "I don't really give a fuck about what she thinks? We got free condoms- use them, don't use them, take some for Keigo if you ever wanted to do some charity work, I don't care, but she can think what she wants to think."

"What about your thoughts on us being together?" You mutter. "Like hypothetically just to humor her suspicions."

He stops and stares at you for a second, biting his bottom lip as he thinks.

"Uh. Let me get back to you about that one."

You wave it off. "Okay fine, so then the kiss."

"I want you to go first for that, and you can't get mad at me because the kiss was for you... mostly."

You hesitated for a moment, sighing in place of an answer. You weren't quite sure how much, if any, information to reveal about your true feelings about it all. "The kiss... was... definitely a kiss?" You breathe out awkwardly "It was nice. Really nice. And I enjoyed it."

"Okay. Ditto and ditto." He nods, motioning for you to continue.

"And I don't necessarily know what this means, but I think about it a lot. Like. A lot." You emphasize. "I don't know, maybe it means nothing."

"Okay...so you wanna do it again?"

It seemed like your brain short circuited for a moment.

"Hah?" You blink.

"Well, I think about it a lot too. And I also don't really know what that means or how to feel about it, so maybe... we can do it for science again...a 2.0?" You hear the hesitation in his voice.

"Like do it again to confirm our final thoughts?" You furrow your eyebrows.

"Yup."

"I see."

"Only if you want. I don't really care either way. Up to you." He quips. "I just.. am confused."

You roll your eyes. "Don't even try to act so nonchalant when you're the one asking for me to kiss your stupid ass again. You want me so bad." You joke to alleviate the thick fog of tension filling the room.

"Yeah, want you to shut the fuck up." He mutters in an annoyed tone. "Yes or no."

"Yes, fine." You squeak out, tensing when his hand meets your cheek. "I guess it would be good.. for science."

"Okay cool." He huffs. "Relax." He says under his breath, pulling you in closer to him. "We know what we're doing now, don't we?"

You reciprocate his movements, letting your hand rest against the side of his face, swiping your thumb back and forth on the skin under his eye.

"I'm nervous." You whisper, glancing back and forth between his lips and eyes.

The tip of your noses were grazing each other's, and lips just mere inches from meeting.

"Still? Well don't be. It's just me." He lightly rubs his nose against your own, eyes glued on your lips, and occasionally glances back up to meet your eyes. "And we've done this before, remember?"

He stares at you through a beat of silence and drags a thumb across your bottom lip. "Don't freak out."

He closes the gap between you two before you could respond, instantly melting under his touch.

Compared to your first kiss together, this one felt hotter, needier, and more desperate from the way he pulled you even closer to his body by the waist and locked your legs in between his own, as if you were in for the devouring.

You were tense, but feeling his hand tenderly cup your cheek made you feel a bit more secure, letting yourself lean deeper into the kiss.

Chills ran up your spine the moment his other hand met the exposed skin lower back, playing with the hem of your tee shirt.

"Is that okay?" He asks against your lips, letting his fingers start to crawl up under the fabric.

You nod your head in silence as your stomach erupts in flutters and flames, heightening every sensation of him exploring your bare skin.

"This is where you're the most ticklish." He smiles against your lips, moving his hand up the curve of your waist.

"This is where I kicked you on the swing set when we were 13." Rubbing the soft space between your shoulder blades, pecking your lips in between words. "Sorry, by the way."

"I forgive you." Your breath out a laugh before pressing your lips back to his.

"And you have a freckle right here." He grips the space where your spine meets your neck.

"How do you know that?"

"I'm observant."

Your own hand makes its way to the back of his head from his cheek. Your fingers become entangled with the hair on the nape of his neck, lightly twirling a lock between your pointer and thumb. You tug on the silvery locks, gifting you a throaty, hungry groan from him.

You snap back in shock, meeting his own set of wide eyes.

"Okay let's stop there." He coughs, snaking his arm back from under your shirt and turning on his back to dart his eyes away from your own.

You slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your nervous laughter after you ground yourself back to reality.

"Shut up." He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry. That good, huh?"

"No shit." He huffs, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Anyways, back to the point, horn-dog." He faces you.

You were lucky the only source of light was the haze of moonlight shining through the window on the other side of the room. If there was any more light, you were sure he would be able to see your embarrassingly flushed face.

"Right, the point." You cough. "So... thoughts?"

"You want me to be real with you?"

"Duh."

"I don't know who you've been practicing on for these past couple of weeks, but that was good. So much better than the first time- not saying you did a shit job, but yeah a lot better."

You blush at the half-assed compliment and bring your hand up to his forehead to flick him right between the eyes. "The other thoughts, dumbass. How do you feel?"

"I'm not sure if I want to say...yet." He continues, gauging your reaction.

"What?" You groan. "You said you'd be real with me."

"Well, what do you think I'll say? Or hoping?" He cocks an eyebrow.

That it feels real. That you want me as much as I want you. That this won't change anything between us. That this isn't a science experiment. That you're in love with me.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I guess I just want to know if I could ever be relationship material? Like after the kiss and knowing me, am I hopeless or what?"

"That's why you asked about us hypothetically being together?"

"Uh, yes?" You bit down on your bottom lip.

"Oh." He mumbled, shifting awkwardly.

A beat of silence passes while he thinks for a moment.

"I think that Keigo might be the smartest fucker out there right now. It pains me to see you act like a lovesick puppy for people who don't see how cool and great and how much of a catch you are and I'm sorry that Keigo just so happens to be someone that does." He sighs.

"Actually, scratch that." He continues. "I'm the smartest fucker out there. I've been known how fucking great you are." He laughs. "Yeah fuck Keigo. He's has good taste, but fuck him because I've been doing it first."

You chuckle a bit, your heart swelling at the turn-around of a compliment. "Yeah, but at least he likes me-like me. Enough to ask me out."

Touya goes quiet, lips pressed together in a tight line.

"Well to answer your question fully, I think my mom is onto something."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Like if I could've been better at communication, then we would've been together a long time ago."

"As in..." You start, waiting for him to continue as the air is sucked out of your lungs.

"As in, I like you-like you."

"You like me-like me... as in have feelings for me?" You draw out, staring at him in shock.

He nods in response.

"Since the first time we kissed?"

"Since the first time we met, actually."

Your mouth gapes open with no words coming out, digesting this sudden confession.

"You're fucking with me right now?" You whisper, clutching onto fistfuls of the comforter.

"I wish, but I'm not." He sighs, reaching a finger up to push a stray hair behind your ear. "I wasn't going to say anything, but you're such a dumbass who always talks down on yourself and it makes me sick. You have to know that there is at least one person in this world who would burn everything else down if it was your happiness on the line. I really fucking like you and I'd rather die than let that ruin our friendship, okay?"

In this moment, both of you were holding your own breaths, not quite sure if any sudden movement might burst this moment between you. Touya inherently knew it was time to tell you how he felt and that he couldn't go the rest of his life scaring away potential lovers while being terrified to claim the position himself. You, on the other hand, agreed that if anything did jeopardize your relationship with him, you wouldn't forgive yourself.

"I'm scared. I don't want to ruin our friendship either." You choke out with tears beginning to flood your eyes, causing his own to widen in panic.

"Hey whoa, what are you crying for?" He scoots in closer to you, holding you against his chest. "Seriously Y/N, I tell you I like you, and you start crying? God, just call me a piece of shit already." He chuckles, wrapping his arm around you.

"It's not that." You muffled into his now tear stained shirt. "It's that I like you too and I don't know what to do about it, but I don't want to ruin us or risk anything that will."

He takes a sharp intake of air, and continues to rub circles against your back.

"Well, I'll have you as much as you'll give me. Don't worry about it, okay? I love you- as my closest friend, favorite human being, my other half. All of it."

"What do we do?" You whisper, looking up at him.

"Uhh...sleep and talk about it tomorrow? Sit on it?"

"You think I can fucking sleep now?" You whine. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're cute." He smiles, moving his hand from your back to your cheek, rubbing away the dampness of the tears. "Alright then you tell me, what do we do? The ball is in your court."

"What would it look like if we started dating?" You asked.

"Exactly this? More kissing? Putting those condoms to use?"

You slap his shoulder. "Fucking idiot."

"Okay. Then, what if we don't start dating?" You huff, your face burning now.

"Same thing maybe? Less kissing? Condoms collecting dust?" He shrugs. "I guess I'll keep taking the floor for sleepovers?"

"You're not going to try to go out with anyone else?"

"I'll just wait for you."

You pout at the simple tenderness of his answer. You wanted to stay like this forever- close to him, the warmth of his body radiating into your own, your hands all over each other. You knew that it was possible too. To stay here.

"I think, maybe we can do it." You finalize. "Or try to, at least."

"Really?" He tips your chin upwards to meet his surprised eyes. "You really want to try?"

"I do. I'm scared, and I think you are too so if we put our fears together, we can't fuck this up, right?" You nervously joke. "For the sake of Rei too. Let's prove her right."

He leans down and presses a kiss on your forehead, simultaneously reaching over to your hand and locking his pinky in with yours, solidifying an unspoken promise to one another.

I love you. You're my best friend. You're my other half. We'll always try.

[onmyyan]

Romantic DC yan, my time to shine (platonic is cute but I can't find any romantic ones this days T_T)

I bring to you a cliche, a new villain who uses her riches and ruthlesness in her quest to get a magical artifact in order to make her dream come true.

The bats have to stop her! But what is this! SHE’S TOO CHARMING?! (in a villain mean way, like comenting on Nightwing's as while they fight, or kissing Red Hood over the cowl before pushing him off a building)

Dangerous Woman

A/n: fem reader, yandere themes, canon typical violence, ft Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim

You're new to the villainous scene in Gotham but already kicking up quite the storm, you follow your own rules, killing corrupt men across the city, setting human trafficking rings on fire after freeing the victims, your crimes caught the gaze of Bruce and in turn the rest of the batfamily.

He saw a certain mercy in your actions, a quality of compassion he was certain he could pull out of you if he just got his hands on you.

But you're a slippery one, your teleportation abilities made you incredibly difficult to catch, and you seemed to relish in his growing frustration.

"You ever get tired of losing?" You ask sitting on a bank counter, money both burnt and unburnt scattered the floor around you, he hated to admit it but he was undeniably attracted to you, the way your suit hugged your form like a second skin, those long legs splayed out like a feast, heeled feet swinging as you toyed with a stack of bills.

"(Y/n) (L/n)." He states gruffly, his imposing form blending into the shadows. Of course he knows your name, you laugh to yourself before hopping off the counter and sauntering over, "ooh so scary." You snicker, "Your crimes warrant a trip to Arkham..but I'm willing to offer you something else. Rehabilitation."

Your smirk doesn't falter, "You can't save me." This only fuels his burning desire to do just that, those simple words seal your fate, he would have you under his care wether you liked it or not.

Tim is the second to become aware of your tantalizing presence, Bruce asked him to pull up anything and everything he could find on you, he couldn't help but become intrigued by your mysterious nature, any time you were caught on camera you had this knowing, mischievous grin on your lips, it was addicting, he found himself tracing the outline of your lips as he compiles a file on you.

Jason comes across you on his own, running into you after you successfully rob a museum.

Red Hood stared at you a gun pointed in your direction, "Stand down gorgeous." His voice was altered by the mask he wore, he was the latest of the bats to try and get in your way, to try and stop you from your goals, but he'd fall, just like the rest of them.

"You're not gonna shoot me Red." You speak coyly, hands up in surrender, your black domino mask hiding your pretty (e/c) eyes, your lips, painted red curl into a smirk at the sight of his hand wavering.

"Shooting you in the leg won't kill you." He chimes not lowering the weapon, "Yeah but I get the feeling you're not too trigger happy tonight."

"You've no idea what I'm capable of." He sounds like he's trying to convince himself.

You take a calculated step forward your red bottom heels clicking against the concrete rooftop, "C'mon big boy, you know there are actual bad guys who require your attention out there?" Your voice was like melted butter flowing into his ears and setting a warmth in his belly. "Robbing Gotham museum seems pretty criminal to me." He lowered his gun, holstering the weapon, "Can't you just slap a girl on the wrists?" You ask with a tilt of your head, the stolen goods in a satchel on your hip, "You know I can't just let you walk away." He responds, you close the distance making him take a step back, he wanted to reach out and touch you, claim you, and the closer he got to you the harder it was to resist.

You managed to back him on the edge of the roof, your hands trailing up his toned chest, landing on his shoulders, your claws digging into the leather of his jacket, "Just..stay outta my way." You whisper letting the tension build, pressing your plump lips to his mask you feel him shudder, without wasting another second you push him off the building. He falls for you harder than the garbage can he hit.

Dick is the next to come across you and the next to fall, and fuck does he fall hard.

He's got you corned in a dusty warehouse but damn if you aren't quick, darting around in him in blinks, teasingly touching him as you dance around, teasing him with every brush of your clawed fingers.

He's brought out of his inappropriate thoughts by a whistle from your pretty lips, "You're in that spandex boy!- nice ass." He feels himself flush, freezing on the spot as he sputtered for a response. You use his distracted moment to send a roundhouse kick to his head, one he just barely managed to block, "Don't lose focus now pretty." You chide smacking your teeth. Of course you manage to escape, which only fuels his budding obsession.

The trouble starts for you when they start working together, it's after a meeting Bruce calls one night, your file pulled up on the screen, they all have various reactions but one common thread is shared between the four men, burning desire.

Once they start coordinating it's only a matter of time before you come home, where they can tame you.

[slytherinboysvip]

You know better. T.N

Tw: Sub/Dom, unprotected, pain kink (kinda), probably more idk it’s late sry

You were at a celebratory Slytherin party, the quidditch team had just won a game against Gryffindor and everyone was as thrilled. Everyone drinking and partaking in the victory- everyone except for your boyfriend, Theodore Nott. He was actually really excited for the party, until he saw you outfit that is.

The way you danced, swinging your hips as if no one was watching. Though, someone was watching, he was. Any previous excitement leaving the second his jaw clenched. He made his way towards the drink table, downing a few shots before walking up to you. You jumped at the sudden hands around your waist, going to push the person off before getting a wiff of his oh so familiar scent. “Amore, what the fuck do you think you’re wearing?” His voice low and rough, hot breath against your ear sending shivers through your body. You turn around, looking up into his eyes “A dress, obviously” you smiled up at him teasingly. “You know how I feel about showing off what’s mine” As the last word left his lips you felt a tight squeeze on your ass, small whimper leaving you lips. “Act like a brat all you want, you’re already ruined for wearing this shit without asking.” Though you should be annoyed, your core ached. You wanted to push his buttons more- and so you did. “Okay then, if you say so” You winked, walking away towards Enzo.

“I need you to help me out just like flirt with me or something” you quickly said approaching him. “No thanks, I’m not getting killed for you” he rolled his eyes returning to his drink. “Fine then” instead of walking off you fake laughed, hand landing on Enzo’s shoulder. You knew that was all he needed, and you were right. Almost as if it was on queue Theo’s hand was wrapped tightly around your wrist, pulling you with him.

Before you knew it your body was pushed against his door, hand landing on your neck squeezing harshly. “You always think you can get away with everything, you’re going to learn today principessa” His lips found their way to yours, immediately taking control. His free hand sliding up and down your thighs, slapping your ass occasionally- “Such a dirty girl, using my own friends to make me jealous” He began to rip your dress off, tearing it in the process. “That should’ve never left this room, thank me for ruining it.” You face flushed, though you were sad about the dress this turned you on so much, “Thank you..” you thought for a moment “sir.” Might as well go all in. His reaction towards the name was nearly animalistic, grabbing you by your waist and harshly throwing you onto the bed. “You have no clue what you do to me, drive me fucking crazy”

His face found its way between your thighs, slowly kissing their way up towards your heat. Your underwear was pooling more and more, wet spot growing more noticeable by the second. Just as his lips were to meet your aching core he simply skipped over it, kisses landing onto the opposite thigh- you felt his smirk against your skin as you lightly whimpered at the lack of contact. Your hips began to involuntarily buck forward, earning a slap on your inner thigh. “Tell me how much you want it” His fingers tracing up your boobs, slowly circling over your hard nipples.

“Please Sir, I want it so bad, I need you so bad please, anything” Your words coming out softly “Good girl.” Two fingers plunged into you, starting at a dangerously fast speed causing immediate pleasure. Moans began to escape your mouth “I knew you’d fucking love this, my dirty girl.” Just as you were going to respond you felt his tongue swipe over your clit, softly sucking, “So fucking delicious” His speed of eating you quickening, your moans echoing in the room. You didn’t care if anyone could hear you.

“All of this and you haven’t even had my cock yet” He chuckled, removing his fingers and standing up. “Turn over, ass up for me.” He demanded as he began to remove his pants. You immediately did as he said, wanting his dick as quick as possible. Without warning he slammed into you, a screaming moan leaving you a mix of pleasure and pain that you loved. That you craved. His pace was hard and fast, perfectly hitting your g-spot.

“so fucking tight.” He moaned out, voice sounding deep and husky. You couldn’t think straight, his harsh pace driving you crazy. “whose fucking body is this, hm?” Harsh slap landing on your ass, whimper leaving your mouth. “YOURS S-SIR” you choked out between moans. Gripping your hair from the back he yanked you towards him, your back arching towards his chest.

He was hitting an entirely new area now, your pleasure increasing more than you thought possible. “You like this don’t you bitch?” another slap landing across your chest, the way it stung your sensitive nipples made your core tighten. You were too lost in ecstasy to realize you didn’t respond- harsher slap landing on your already aching chest. “Did I not ask you a fucking question?.” The slap sent you over the edge, you felt your orgasm flowing over you “YES FUCK! I FUCKING LOVE IT” Your moans sounding more like screaming sobs of pleasure.

His thrusts became sloppier as your walls clenched around him. “I’m cumming fuck fuck” He slammed into you a few more times, moaning a string of italian curse words before pulling out and collapsing beside you.

“You took that so well Amore mio” He kissed your cheek pulling you close to him.

[satoruhour]

Satoru wanting to bang his gorgeous girlfriend but he also gets off on delayed gratification and making her beg so he keeps refusing to fuck her even though she begs for it. When he finally gives in, it’s a wild time!

a/n: this was a ride thank u anon 🫣🫣🫣

warnings: fem!reader, orgasm denial / delayed gratification, pet names, use of ‘slut’, light bondage, begging, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, implied overstimulation, n*sfw under the cut

a giggle escapes from satoru’s lips when he sees your sweaty chest heave up and down, wrists tied together loosely with some rope to hold you in place. but even that doesn’t prevent you from thrashing around on the bed, face contorting into a desperate plea for him to stop teasing.

“needy lil thing, aren’t you?” gojo hovers over you with his lanky body, perfect physique paired with a pretty face that you always find yourself giving into his ways ever so often. on your desk there’s an essay begging to be finished, and yet with one touch from him, you’re melting into him.

“abandoned your little assignment just for me.”

you’re whining incoherently, making no move to admit to your hormones despite not being gagged. satoru hums in reply, a hand trailing down to your neglected cunt which he’s already edged you twice; he sits on his heels to admire his work.

“i need you to tell me what you want, baby.” you huff out softly, not daring to speak. you settle just for pulling him with your legs instead and he knows what you want, he just likes to make you work for it. gojo smiles upon seeing your frustrated face morph into pleasure when he traces a finger along your folds.

he whistles, “so wettt . . too bad i’m not too sure what my slut wants.”

“’toru— y-you ass!” you scoff out with a choked moan when he teases his finger around your clenching hole. you’ve soaked past the sheets now and all you can do is mumble to yourself in hopes that he’d hear.

“wantyoutofuckme . .”

satoru is insufferable, humming exaggeratedly with a hand to his ear and a shit-eating grin. “what was that?”

you sigh, eyes breaking contact with his because of the sheer embarrassment and he tuts a little in disappointment. despite it, he’s giving it to you bit by bit; one finger in you, and a second, curling it so well that your back arches and you hear the creak of the headboard behind you; your mouth falls open in a silent moan.

“you’ve gotta stop being concerned with people hearing us, sweets.”

you scoff, “yeah, easy for you to say. you’re part of the dormitory counc—!” your own whimper cuts you off when he slaps your pussy, loving the way your juices accentuate the wetness. his fingers move slowly, quelling the dissatisfaction minimally.

“hear this? this pussy is just begging to be fucked . .” gojo pouts, getting real close to your cunt and the hot breath has you squirming before he lifts his hand and punctuates each word with a slap to your clit —

“but.” slap! “she’s.” slap! “not.” slap! “begging.” slap! “right!” slap!

— and it has you moaning out loud each time, tears filling your eyes at the pleasure you’ve been chasing so much and yet isn’t granted to you. you try again, cheeks burning with vulnerability.

“p—please . . satoru . .” again, he teases you, taking his already hard cock and slapping it against your folds. the slick noises make you flustered, but your boyfriend isn’t having any of it — he sees how you bound hands reach out and leans forward to kiss you, grabbing your chin with his hand and forcing you to look at him and he tries to resist fucking you senseless.

“please what? beg.” he knows you’re liking it from how your pussy flutters against his shaft and the neediness of your hips moving into his, and possibly the literal hearts in your pupils. he runs his thumb over your lips, dipping inside and dragging your jaw out that it muddles your words and renders it fairly incomprehensible.

“p . .please, satoru! pleaseplease fuck me��” you press your tongue against his thumb, sucking a little. gojo closes his eyes and swallows momentarily, willing himself not to stare at the drool, “wan’ you deep in me, wan’ your cum spillin’ outta m—!”

“s-shit . .” and satoru swears when he rams into you without warning, and you tense against the bonds at the sensation. his mouth falls open at the first thrust, the constant denied orgasms making your cunt just so slick and sloppy that it’s gross how much of your arousal spurts and sprays everywhere.

“f—full . . s’full!” you babble, fingers barely catching some white strands of his hair because you need something to hold on to, so your lover messily undoes his knots and you’re quick to pull him down for a sloppy, saliva-filled kiss as gojo’s hips stutter and fumble in you, because for as much as he liked to tease you, nothing compared to being in you. “satoru, satoru, satoruuu—!”

“fuckin’ slut, can’t keep her mouth shut o-once— haah . . once she has a dick in her, can she?” gojo taunts you with a laugh, pulling away from the kiss to push your legs to your chest and angles his hips, “how’s this?”

you’re whining loudly into the bedroom, hands scrambling to grab something when his cock reaches the deepest parts of you, cockhead kissing your cervix lightly. with each drag of his length along your gummy walls, it only urges satoru to his high as with you, abruptly drawn out of you when gojo presses his fingers into your clit and you’re clenching so so tightly.

“tha’s it . . cum all over this cock— give it all t’me, sweetheart,” he grunts out, engrossed in the lewdness of it all as his hands only push your plush thighs more and more into your tits and soon enough you’re cumming with the messy circles he leaves on your bundle of nerves.

“y—yes! r-right there, right there!” your brain has turned to mush the moment you reach your climax, body trembling so much from the intensity of it that you don’t realise satoru’s cumming deep in your cunt right after, breeding you until it spills out. you let out a surprised squeal when he flips you over and drags your ass up.

“we ain’t done just yet, darling,” a fitting gift for his baby who’s waited for so long; he smears the cum all around your core, grinding his pulsing, sensitive tip against your entrance and you whine into the sheets. “needa reward you for doing so well.”

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Belle Mort || LN4

AN: this was deep in the archives of abandoned fics but figured I’ll just post it anyway.

Pairing: Lando Norris x vampire!fem!reader

Summary: Your paths weren’t meant to cross - he was a famous driver and your brethren were the thing of myths and nightmares.

Warnings: smut, major character death

He didn’t belong here.

You could only surmise Vinny let him in the club because he knew an easy target when he saw one. Rich, young and handsome - he was ripe for the taking. A part of you knew not to get involved but, unlike your brother, you had a small conscience, especially when it came to the pretty, blue-eyed man who had shared your bed.

Making your way across the busy dance floor of Belle Mort, you snaked between the women who were selling themselves to the richest man one sway of their hips at a time. You slapped away roaming hands that tried to pull you into their laps and glared at the men until they looked away with wounded egos.

Your brother spotted the target and you stepped lightly in your high heels as you dodged the revellers, finally making it in front of the handsome man. “Qu'est-ce que tu fais, garçon perdu?”

Lando smirked as he cast his eyes over your body, the tight fitted dress hiding very little of the body he knew intimately. “I don’t speak French.”

“I know.”

His hand caught your waist and pulled you closer, his lips brushing your cheek. “You didn’t call me.”

You rolled your eyes at the need that laced his words, but it would have been a lie to say you hadn’t thought about it. You had even kept his number when you should have deleted it. Your worlds were so far apart you didn’t see the point in making it more than a one night stand, it was safer that way. “I know. Find another bar.”

“I like this one.” His hand tightened and his thumb brushed over your ribs, tracing the curve under your breast. His smirk grew as he felt your ribs expand with the sharp intake of air you took.

“You’ve never been here before.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I own it.”

“Co-own, dear sister,” Nix added as he stepped to your side. “And if Lando wants to party then who are we to deny him.”

You narrowed your eyes at your brother. “It’s bad for business.”

“Why? Because you mixed it with pleasure,” he laughed as he ruffled your hair, cracking your neck as he pushed you away to leer at the man himself. “I can see the appeal. No one can deny you have good taste, it’s just a shame you always leave them broken.”

“What’s he talking about?” Lando asked as he helped keep you steady from your brother's push.

“Nix has always been jealous of me, haven’t you?” you taunted him. “Always wanted my dolls for himself.”

Nix’s jaw ticked and if the music wasn’t so loud you probably could have heard a tooth break. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“I’m on a break,” you stated, catching Lando’s attention as you grabbed his wrist and started to drag him to your office before freezing. Your hand met bare skin and you held your hand out to your brother. “Give it back. Now.”

Nix rolled his eyes but reached into his pocket to return the watch he had easily lifted from Lando. The glass and diamond face slapped into your palm but you curled a brow at him and cleared your throat, waiting for the rest.

“You really used to be more fun,” he grumbled as he returned Lando’s wallet too. “Don’t worry, the condom is still in there.”

“And the cash?”

“I don’t think that is really your worry, but yes, cash too.”

Nix disappeared into the crowd and even you found it difficult to trace his movements but he was one of the fastest vampires you knew.

“Interesting family you have,” Lando commented as the music was cut off with your office door.

“You should be more careful,” you warned as you slid the security chain onto the latch. “This side of town could get a guy like you killed.”

“A guy like me?” he asked as he accepted the whiskey you poured, neat. “Handsome?”

“Well known,” you corrected, despite his knowing smirk. Of course you found him handsome, or else you wouldn’t have let him fuck you in the bathrooms of another nightclub in the city. You had a business meeting, with a wolf no less, and the owner had left you displeased, so you found another form of pleasure in his den. “Where you go, pictures are taken. That is bad for my business.”

Who knew what illegal activities those pictures or videos might capture and be uploaded. Voices had been silenced for less in the dark alleys around the club - but the bodies were never found.

Lando took a sip as he weighed your words of warning, but it didn’t stop him wanting to go another round with you. He knew you were different from the moment he saw you. Determination and strength rolled off you as you stalked through the club to a door labelled ‘staff only’. A different look of determination had been seen when you emerged, scanning the crowd for someone to use - he had come to the club for the same reason.

“I can be invisible, when I want to be,” he promised as he followed you to the desk you leaned back on, crossing your heeled ankles in front of you. He placed the glass on the wood beside you and smelt the smooth spirit on his breath when he kissed the corner of your lips. “But I wanted you to notice me, again.”

His hand ran down your thighs and your ankles uncrossed. He took the space given and parted your legs so he could step between them and steal your moan with his kiss. His tongue parted your lips with the same confidence he parted your legs and he hummed when your hands slipped under his shirt, your nails dragging down his spine.

“I’m going to fuck you on your desk and every time you have a meeting here you will think of me.”

Desire pooled between your thighs at the promise and when his fingers found your body bare beneath the dress he felt it slick and warm. “You like that idea don’t you?” he chuckled in your ear, the deep timber of his gravelled voice making you clench around his fingers before they withdrew from you. “Turn around.”

For a woman who considered herself to be the bossy one, you were quick to follow his instruction and it didn’t go amiss from the smirk on his face. “I don’t remember you being this demanding last time,” you said over your shoulder, feeling the air on your skin as he pushed your dress up over your hips.

“That’s because you looked like you needed it more than me.” He flipped his wallet open and pulled the condom out, tearing through the foil packaging before rolling it down his hard length. With one swipe of his arm he cleared space on your desk and started to push you down before he changed his mind and spun you to face him. “Actually, I want to see your face when I make you come.”

The mahogany wood was hard under your ass and you spread your knees for Lando to step between. His cock pressed to your entrance and he watched your lips part as he slowly began to stretch you, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you.

“You’re going to call me, aren’t you?” he asked with the teasingly slow retreat he made. He stopped just short of leaving you empty and made no move to fill you again. “I’m not going to fuck you until you answer me.”

You tried to shuffle your hips closer but he held them tight and your feet were off the ground so you couldn’t move, not without revealing your unnatural strength. Finally a frustrated sound left your lips and he smiled triumphantly when you agreed. “Now would you please fuck me?”

He answered with the snap of his hips and you moaned in unison as he filled you completely. The computer screen came to life and the mouse moved with the rocking desk and the cup of pens tipped over, scattering among the mess he had already made. Stars danced across your vision and your body pulsed with the deep bass that made it through the soundproof door.

“Lando,” you moaned as you tipped his head back, baring his neck as you felt your canines elongating behind your lips. The throb of his rapid pulse invited you to taste him and you dragged your nose over the vein, inhaling the rich scent hidden beneath his cologne. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

He shivered as your teeth grazed his skin but he was too far gone in his pleasure to question the sharp points. Just a little sip, you told yourself.

Lando gasped as pain flared, but just as quickly as it came it bled to a burn that felt better than any high he had ever had. He couldn’t breathe as you sucked at the puncture wounds, filling your belly with the same need you had for his cock.

He couldn’t explain how he found himself sat on the couch in your office with you on his lap, he had only blinked. You were high on him, making silly errors like using your speed and strength carelessly. You weren’t new to this life, but you were acting like it with him.

“Why did you come here?”

His head fell back and his eyes closed as you took your pleasure in riding him. He couldn’t think, there was only the tight feeling in all his muscles as his orgasm threatened to shatter him beneath you. “Just wanted you,” he choked as he bucked his hips up to meet you. “Again.”

You cried out as your climax peaked and Lando followed, unable to hold back with how tight you felt around him. Your head spun as the high receded, but you wanted more - it was the curse of immortality, you always wanted more.

You turned his head and struck again, lapping at the twin lines of life blood running down his collar. Cursing inwardly, you realised you were taking too much, you always took too much when you played with your food. Lando’s eyes fluttered shut and his breathing laboured, his skin fading before your eyes. Nix was right, you always left them broken.

“Fuck,” you growled at the thought of losing another man. Tearing the skin from your wrist you made what was possibly the second biggest mistake of your life, the first would always be asking for this life. Your blood was thicker and darker than his, staining his lips as you squeezed it out before the wound could heal.

“Wake up…” You prayed you weren’t too late, the seconds ticking by with quiet reassurance that time would continue to move on even if Lando never did again.

—

Nix crashed through the office door as dawn approached and the club closed. His black eyes found Lando’s body on the couch and a sneer carved across his lips. “What a waste.”

You barely lifted your head from your hands as you sat at your desk. You had felt lethargic from a full belly and drained veins. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You never do,” he snickered. “There will be people looking for him, I’ll have Vinny dump him in the marina - another rich boy who partied too hard.”

Lando gasped as he jolted upright, his eyes ringed red from the transformation, and a war waged within you. Rage exuded from Nix as he realised the danger you had put the entire coven in and his features sharpened as his fangs pierced his lips. “You would bring the Council down on our heads, sister?”

“I said I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t stand to see another die because of my weakness.”

“I would rather you have just killed him.” Nix pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. To change a human required petitioning to the Council, and permits were rarely given this century - and certainly not to those well known. People tend to notice when someone doesn’t age at the same rate: Jennifer Anniston, Cillian Murphy, Paul Rudd, Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Those half breeds could get away with it for a little longer but they would soon be faking their own deaths to keep the secret of their heritage.

“Take him to the mountains,” Nix said as he crossed the room to where Lando writhed in pain on the carpet, the transition destroying his delicate human cells for something much more robust. “I’ll tie up the loose ends here.”

Nix took the car keys from Lando’s pocket and checked his watch. There was still enough time before dawn came to wreck the car off the cliffs and into the French Riviera. When the car was found empty they would assume his body was carried out to sea. Lando Norris was dead. Lando de Belle Mort had risen.

[bingwriterxo]

notes

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which the girl next to you is a much better notetaker than you are

warnings: none

word count: 1100+

author's note: half-based off a request in my inbox, but my brain stopped brain-ing and i had to give up halfway through, but i liked the beginning.

“Do you have a pen I could borrow? Mine just ran out of ink,” the girl beside you said quietly, so as not to disturb the professor, and, without looking, you reached into your backpack and pulled one out, handing it to her. She took it from your grasp carefully, if her hesitance was anything to go by, and murmured a quick, “Thanks.”

“Sure,” you whispered, eyes squinting to see what was scribbled on the chalkboard in the front of the room, hand whisking around your notebook to jot everything down. You leaned forward in your seat slightly, as though that would help you read your professor’s chicken-scratch handwriting, before sighing and accepting defeat. You slouched back in your chair and glanced down at your notes, frowning when you realized that your own writing was just as bad as your professor’s—you couldn’t understand a thing you wrote down. “Shit,” you cursed softly. 

“I could send you my notes later, if you want,” the same girl from earlier offered, and you finally turned to look at her. She was facing forward, so you only caught sight of her side profile, but even just that had your heartbeat quickening and mouth going dry. When she looked at you, her head tilting as she waited for a response, you knew then and there that she was the most gorgeous person you had ever seen—wide, brown eyes outlined by fluttering eyelashes; high cheekbones and a sharp jawline; plump lips that were pulled into a soft smile; freckles decorating the skin of her nose and cheeks; dark hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail with bangs helping to frame her face. 

You blinked a few times, swallowed, and then cleared your throat. “Okay,” you said with a nod, and you mentally slapped yourself for your earlier dismissiveness. “Thank you.”

She waved you off. “It’s not a problem.”

The rest of the lecture passed like so: the girl next to you was diligently taking notes, with you peeking at her notebook every once in a while—she had impossibly neat handwriting—and you snuck sideways glances at her whenever you could, tracing her profile with your eyes and wondering how you had never noticed her earlier. 

When your professor finally called it quits himself and released the class, you were slow to pack your things, making sure not to go any faster than the brunette beside you, who, it seemed after a few moments, was doing the same thing as you. You could tell from the way her eyes kept flitting toward you, and then to your hands, and then back to your face, as though she was trying to judge how quickly you were moving. 

“I’m Y/N, by the way,” you said suddenly to cut into the awkward silence that was beginning to build. The girl jumped slightly but then smiled. 

“Tara,” she said. She zipped her backpack up and watched you do the same. “So, can I have your number then?”

You could feel the blush rising to your cheeks, and you sputtered for a second, watching as Tara’s expression went from contentment to confusion, and then you realized—you stupid idiot, you thought—that she was asking so she could send you her notes. “Right, yeah.”

You took your pen from her hands, uncapped it, and then grabbed her wrist gently, pulling it toward you. She seemed to tense beneath your touch, but you figured it was only fair—you barely knew the girl, anyway. You scribbled your phone number onto her skin, though it took you longer than necessary because you decided to write it upside down so that it was easier for Tara to read, and then leaned back, looking at your handiwork. 

Tara tilted her head, eyes trained on the numbers now inked on her wrist. “You write like a toddler.”

“Hey!” you said, falsely offended. “It’s not easy to write upside down numbers!”

She giggled softly. “Sure, whatever you say.” She stood, threw her backpack over one of her shoulders, and glanced down at you. “I’ll text you later,” she said. 

You nodded, rising on your own feet. “Okay. Cool. Thanks.”

The two of you stood there, in front of your seats, silent, for much longer than necessary, simply staring at each other, until her gaze flitted to something behind you and she said, “Okay, bye,” and then proceeded to hurry away. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, watching as she walked, and scratched the top of your head. “Huh,” you muttered, but then you shrugged and went in the opposite direction. 

* * *

The next time you had that class—American Literature—you scrambled into the lecture hall late, and you turned your head down to avoid the judgmental gaze of your professor who didn’t even bother to stop teaching. You glanced up only to try to catch a glimpse of dark hair and wide, brown eyes, and when you found them, the owner was smiling at you. 

Come sit, Tara mouthed to you, and you nodded, slipping past your classmates with soft ‘excuse mes’ and ‘sorrys’ until you finally fell into place beside her. You were quick to grab what you needed from your backpack and then throw it onto the ground in front of you, leaning back in your seat and flipping your notebook open. 

Tara nudged you with her shoulder and leaned close. “You’re late,” she whispered.

You scoffed beneath your breath and muttered, “I know.”

“Why?” Her hand was diligently scribbling in her notebook, not once stopping even while she spoke. You were trying to do the same, but you couldn’t seem to focus as her warm breath brushed over your skin every time she spoke. 

“My alarm didn’t go off.” 

She hummed. “Well, you missed Ethan Brand and Young Goodman Brown, but I can send you my notes again, if you want me to.”

“Okay,” you said. “That’d be great.”

Tara flashed you a smile. “Not a problem.”

You tried to focus on taking notes again, but your brain didn’t seem to want to work, so you resorted to simply glancing at Tara every so often. If she caught on to your blatant ogling, she didn’t let you know, continuing to be the best student she could be and only paying attention to your professor. 

Or so you thought, at least. 

When your professor decided to end the class, you and Tara played the same game as last time, packing as slowly as the other person and ending up in a sort of limbo. It was as you were standing that she spoke. 

“So, are you going to ask me out, or are you just going to keep staring every class?” she asked teasingly, and you coughed, choking on your own spit. 

“W-what?” you asked once you could breathe again. 

Tara giggled and stood. She looked up at you, bottom lip pulled between her teeth, and, while you were never one for PDA, you had the sudden urge to kiss her. You blinked that thought away and watched as her eyes flitted around your face. 

“Well?” she said. 

You swallowed hard, nodded, and asked, “Do you have a class now?”

“Nope.”

“...Do you want to grab coffee?”

Tara grinned. “Yup.”

[cozymoko]

Wow I just have to say your work is truly muah😚chefs kiss💗.and so I had a question from reading’s team Taka works, so it seems they have a place so stay at so I was wondering how does housing work since there are times where sasuke doesn’t taken darling with him said in one of the post unless he trust them enough.

P.s hope your doing well 💗

RULES AND HOUSING FOR TEAM TAKA — ( FT. YAN. SASUKE AND HIS S/O)

Note: Hi! I'm glad you were able to send me a follow-up message. I summarized this and the other message you sent. Please enjoy.

PPS. — I hope you're doing even better. (ㅅ˙³˙)♡

Synopsis: What domestic life, housing, and rules Sasukes' darling and Team Taka would have to follow.

Format: Headcanons

WARNING(S): Yandere themes

🍙 Rooms are placed as followed: Yours and Sasukes' the furthest down the h all for privacy. Then Karins' a but away from yours, her closeness isn't ideal but he fears that if you (unless you're bisexual) Therefore, Suigetsu and Jugo share a room a great distance from your own as there's no need to be any closer.

🍙 Bathroom schedules are strict but necessary in Sasuke's mind. Only when he is present can they stray from it if they choose. Sasuke had morals, shockingly, and he doesn't let his childish needs deviate him from their tasks for the day. He's not all that bad as long as you're by his side.

“[Name] can you pass me the shampoo? Jugo won't get out of my way.” Suigestu cried out.

You watched him with a deadpan expression, still cradling a very exhausted Sasuke in your arms. Even if you wanted to there was no way you could help him in a situation like this.

“Hah? Just move him out of the way—!”

“Shut up.”

🍙 As stated, whoever proves themself capable of watching you will be by your side when he cannot. You are to stay within the walls of your tiny cabin which you all shared, guarded closely by your "friends" (not Karin she's even an option).

🍙 Despite being utterly infatuated with you, Sasuke does not lack common sense. He's more than aware that the average person wouldn't dare go against him if they didn't want to face the consequences. Not only that but he does have quite a bit of trust for Suigestu and Jugo and expects them to treat you properly in his absence.

🍙 To ensure that his expectations are met, expect a thorough examination upon his return. The Uchiha will strip you bare, slowly tracing his fingers along the smooth skin that covered you. His scent is still strong on your being, luckily, and so are his bruises (hickeys). For a man so rough, this time he was not. Carefully inspecting you as though you were a fine piece of cloth, picked and sewn to perfection. And in his eyes, you were.

🍙 Rule #1: “Looking you dead in the eye for more than a minute is strictly forbidden.” Your eyes, dare he say, are one of his favorite things about you. No matter how hard you try to conceal your emotions, your eyes are always so honest. However, he's not one to let others share such experiences with him. This is Sasuke, he's a possessive man!

🍙 Rule #2 “Disrespect or harm to [Name] will not be tolerated.” If not for Jugo, Karin would have violated this rule a long time ago, in front of Sasuke at that. She hardly liked you most days and she made sure to show you. Perhaps it was just his conscious but he couldn't bare to hear the pained screams of Karin as he knew her punishment wouldn't be a mere slap on the wrist.

🍙 Rule #3: “Any extreme intimacy results in death.” Things like hugs and hast pats on the heads were scarce for you as they would happen when Sasuke was out. Even so, you were often by Sasuke's side, joining him on his Endeavors set by Orochimaru himself. It pained you as you barely got any intimacy from your partner himself. You craved it more and more as the days went on. But if intercourse with anyone but himself crosses your mind, kiss them goodbye!

🍙 These are a merely few of the excessive rules he's set in place, the major ones at least. After some time these became second nature. Nonetheless, those are practically the only rules they roughly follow. You live together for fucks sake so there's no reason to act like strangers. Unless they happened to piss Sasuke off.

[4jax4jax]

Rebuffed

Sub Ajax Petropolus x Dom Reader

Summary: Denial is the greatest pleasure of life.

Warnings: 18+, aged up, M x F, strong orgasm denial, crying, vaginal sex, handjob, blowjob, choking, slapping, mild-bondage, lots of begging, use of the titles “ma’am” and “mommy”.

Word count: 2.6K

You knocked on Ajax’s door and waited for a few seconds before he opened it, looking down at you and a smile almost immediately appearing on his face. 

“Hey, what’re you doing here?”

“Hey Ajax, just wanted to come see you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You pushed him back and shut the door behind you. You had been looking up at him with sultry eyes. He looked at you with a confused expression before finally breaking into a smile. 

“I guess that's one way of saying hello.” 

He chuckled lowly, mostly to himself, before speaking again. 

“What brings you today?”

He seemed almost completely oblivious as to what you were insinuating. It was endearing. 

“Just thought I’d stop by and say hello to my favorite person.”

You reached out your hand and placed it over his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him.

He grins widely as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer. The contact made you sigh softly.

“You know me too well. Come in, let’s have some fun.”

“What kind of fun?” 

You ask, sensing you both had completely different things in mind. 

His grin widens even more.

“Well, how about we start with dinner? We can talk and catch up while we eat. Then afterwards, maybe we can go out for ice cream or something? Sounds good?”

You give a light sigh as if you were contemplating it. After a few seconds, you gave him a suggestive smile.

"I was thinking of a different kind of fun."

You began to push him back slowly and towards his bed. His eyes light up with excitement, and a glint of something else. 

“Oh really? Tell me what you have in mind then.” 

By the time you had spoken again, his knees were pressed against the edge of his bed frame. You stopped moving him back and instead just pushed him down by his shoulders so he was sitting. He smirked up at you in excitement and reached out to hold your hips in his large hands.

“For starters, I was thinking I could tie you to your bed and have my way with you, then from there on I decide how I want to use you.” 

You reached out and traced his jawline with your fingers.

He gulped subtly before taking a small shuddering breath. He nodded and looked up at you with wide eyes, almost looking frightened.

“A-Alright, let’s do it.”

With an evil smile, you roughly laid him out against the plush cushions and blankets of his bed.

"Stay still."

You ordered with a stern voice. You turned around and opened his dresser and pulled out a roll of rope. As you had done all of this, he stared at you wide-eyed, obviously scared, but also aroused.

“Y-Yes ma'am.”

You walked back over to him and quickly straddled him, rope in between both your hands. You pulled his wrists towards your own body and began to tie them up. 

He tried to move away from you, but you held onto him tightly and whispered in his ear.

“Don't worry love, I won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy this.” 

With that, you lean back away from his face and finish tying both of his wrists before securing them to his headboard and looking down at him.

“How do you feel, baby?"

Your voice was filled with true genuine care, wanting to use him however you pleased but also wanting to make sure he was comfortable.

He gulps nervously and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“T-This isn't so bad...I guess..”

You leaned down and lifted his chin and began to kiss his neck, feeling him shiver and sigh.

He moans softly and closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm..that feels amazing.”

You gently brought your hand up to his neck and lightly squeezed it, testing the feeling. He gasped slightly, then it had dissipated into a soft moan. He had been unable to contain the pleasure he was feeling, despite the feeling being foreign. 

“Yes.. please don't stop.”

You cracked a small smile in amusement at his neediness so early on. 

"You like it that much, hm?"

You questioned as you squeezed his throat harder and began to kiss him on his collarbones.

He trembles beneath you and whimpers, arching into your touch, practically begging for any stimulation, in any way he could get it. 

“Yes.. please keep going..”

"Beg for it."

He looks up at you pleadingly, desperately wanting you to continue no matter what. He was slowly but surely getting to the point where he’d do anything to have you satisfy him. 

“Please, let me feel all of this. Please.. Give me more.”

You smirk down at him and slap his cheek lightly, making sure not to hit him too hard yet.

"You can do better than that. Beg harder."

He blushes deeply, averting his gaze.

“P-Please, let me love you. Make me yours.”

You grab him by his jaw and slap him harder this time. The expression on your once smiling face had turned into one of anger. Your tone had dropped, and every word you spoke was laced with rage. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Ajax, or you get nothing.”

His cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment as he meets your gaze, nodding slowly, not wishing to be scolded anymore, despite it burning a new flame inside of him.

“Y-Yes, Ma'am. Anything you want. I’m sorry..” 

You smirk and lean down to lick his neck all the way up to his ear, before softly whispering into it.

"Good boy”

You finally lift your body up and grind onto him gently, teasing him. He groaned loudly, panting heavily as you teased him further, until eventually you gave in and allowed him to experience true bliss. 

You sunk down onto his dick and squeezed his neck tightly. He cried out in pleasure and tried to move his hands to touch you, but the rope prohibited it.

“Please let me free Ma’am, I need to touch you..” 

You lean down to kiss him, obliging only because you had missed the feeling of his warm hands all over your body. You leaned forward and untied his hands, watching as they immediately flew to grab onto your hips without permission. 

You pull back and smile evilly before pulling your hand back and slapping him across the face. He yelped in surprise and stared at you wide eyed, trying to process what happened. Aside from the red mark that was slowly appearing, his face was already flushed and red from embarrassment and arousal. 

“W-What was that for?” 

You give him a smile out of fake pity and run your hand gently over the mark before leaning down and kissing the area.

"I'm sorry baby, just couldn't help it. You looked too good."

He smiles softly and nuzzles against your touch, clearly relieved that you didn't actually hurt him. 

“Thank you, Ma'am. It felt amazing.” 

His gratefulness for everything you did only fueled the narrative of how absolutely desperate he was for you always, and how much he truly adored you. You smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips before returning to grinding and riding him.

He moaned louder and started thrusting upwards, pushing himself closer and closer towards climax. His breathing stuttered and quickened and his eyes fluttered shut as he reached the peak of ecstasy. He threw his head back against his pillow and practically screamed out a moan. 

You slow down your movements to a torturous pace, grinding your hips down against him and watching as he practically shrivels at the change in pace. 

"You wanna cum, Baby?"

He nods vigorously, panting heavily from the intense exertion. His eyes opened wide and he looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for you to bring him to his orgasm. 

“Yes, please.. Please let me cum.”

It would never be that easy, he always knew that.

"Beg for it then.” 

You clenched around him as your body moved slowly. His breathing shuttered and his eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of his head, an intense shiver running all the way through his body.  

His breath hitched and he looked pleadingly into your eyes, begging with every ounce of strength he had. His voice was whiny and breathless, he sounded so helpless, but not helpless enough. 

“Please, Ma'am. I need this so badly..Please let me cum.” 

You shook your head disapprovingly, making him whimper. 

"You're not being convincing enough, try harder, then maybe I'll consider it."

He gulps audibly and closes his eyes, willing himself to obey your command. 

“Ma’am...please let me cum. I'm begging you, please let me cum..”

You leaned down so your faces were practically touching, your lips barely grazing him as you spoke.

"Tell me how good you feel, baby."

He gasps loudly, trembling beneath you.

He takes a deep breath as he begins to tell you how amazing it feels, each word punctuated by an increasingly desperate plea. 

“Please Mommy.. I can barely control myself anymore.. You feel so good.. Please, let me cum.” 

"No. You’ll be a good boy and take what I give to you, and you will only cum when I tell you to, understood?" 

You wrapped your hand around his throat once more, squeezing harder than before. He whimpered in fear, but nodded obediently. 

“Y-Yes, ma'am. I understand, I'll do whatever you say. Just please let me cum soon.” 

He was breathless, all of his energy being put into holding out for you to please you, he wanted nothing more than to be good for you.

You lifted yourself off of his dick and kneeled down, taking him into your mouth instead. You deepthroated him with ease and looked up at him for his reaction.

His entire body trembled with pleasure as you did so, and he could barely form words through the sheer intensity of it all. He moaned loudly, unable to contain his intense expression. 

“Oh my god.. You’re incredible..Don't stop now, please.. don't stop.”

You took his dick out of your mouth and gently kissed the tip before teasingly running your tongue around the head. You looked up at him with a seductive look in your eyes. 

He groaned softly, feeling like he was about to explode. His hips began thrusting involuntarily against your touch, desperately trying to reach completion through your control. 

“Please, Mommy, please let me cum. I’ll do anything for you, please..”

He pleaded, sounding more desperate than ever. You began to use your hands to jerk him off quickly, taking him close to his climax before pulling away completely, torturing him and making sure he didn't cum.

He cried out in frustration, his body shaking from the pleasure that had been denied to him. His breathing became labored and he pleaded again as he pouted, more urgently and loudly this time. 

“Please, Ma’am, Let me cum. I need it.” 

"Tell me how badly you need it, baby."

Your fingernail circled around the head of his dick, teasingly slowing down when you reached the underside. 

He moans louder than ever at that, begging you to let him cum. He was becoming hopeless. Tears begin streaming down his face as he begs you over and over. 

“Mommy, I’m begging you please, please let me cum. I need you so badly it hurts.”

You smiled at the sight of his tears and leaned forward to lick them off of his face.

"I know baby, but you can't yet."

Your words were laced with venom, luring him in with false hope and crushing his faith. 

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for release, desperate for you. 

"Please, Mommy.”

He whispers, voice softer than ever. 

“Let me cum."

You ignore him and wrap your lips around his tip, sucking harshly as you slowly rubbed his thighs with your soft hands. He gasps in surprise, not expecting such an intense sensation. His whole body shakes as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but it won't be enough for much longer.

He was exhausted from holding back for so long, but he wanted nothing more than to be good for you, and he’d sacrifice his own pleasure just to see you proud of him. 

“Good boy.”

You sensed his immense struggle and knew he deserved praise. And as always, he was over the moon to hear you talk to him that way. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer, I can’t take it.”

"I'll make you wait as long as I want, and you'll listen to me, because you're nothing but a needy slut who wants nothing more than to cum for your mommy, isn’t that right?” 

Despite his struggle, he grins widely, nodding eagerly. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point, looking so dazed and fucked out without cumming even once. 

“Yes, Mommy. Anything for you. I'm yours forever, I belong to you.” 

You wrap your free hand around his throat and squeeze, cutting off his airflow and watching as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Beg for mercy then." 

He cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, struggling against your grip. You can feel his pulse racing through his neck as he desperately searches for air, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Please, I’ll do anything for you, I love you more than anything, I’m yours to use and control no matter what, I worship you, I belong to you, please.” 

You let go and smile at his pleas. Once you had let go of his neck you pushed his head to the side, as if you had just slapped him. 

"That's more like it, if you want to cum, you must beg for it, like a good slut I know you can be." 

He gulps, nodding quickly before taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Yes, Ma’am. Anything for you. Please, let me cum.”

"No."

You give him a fake sweet smile and straddle him once again, grinding yourself against him.

He whined in pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation that was building inside him. His hands reach up to grasp your hips, desperate for even more contact. The grip he had on you made you wonder if when he let go if there’d be a mold of his fingers. 

“Please, Mommy... I can't take this anymore. Let me cum..”

You give into his pleas and lift yourself before moving so his dick is finally inside you. You sigh in pleasure and clench around him.

His body shudders as he feels your warm embrace enveloping him, his breathing becoming erratic. With one final thrust, he lets out an animalistic moan, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire being. 

You let out a breathy and loud moan as you felt his hips lift off the bed with such force that you were questioning just how strong he really was. He had been fucked so deep into you, you couldn’t possibly be any closer to him at this point. 

His entire body shook and shuttered, not being able to contain himself after suppressing it for as long as he could. He was letting moan after moan spill out of his mouth, the torture he endured finally becoming worth it as he shot load after load into you. 

“Thank you so much.. Oh my god, I love you so much..”

He all but whimpered out, sounding as pathetic and defeated as ever, just the way you liked it. 

“You did so good for me, love.”

[littleslithewhump]

Day 18 – tickling

His body looks like a fucking pile of twigs. Just skeletal contours on the basement floor. He hasn’t moved since I set his shoulder. If it weren’t for the rise and fall of his chest, I might think the idiot had up and died on me. 

I nudge him with my toe. 

He wakes up, sluggish and dull. He makes his own eyelids look heavy. When he looks up at me, he barely seems to recognize what he’s seeing. 

“Come on, pet,” I tell him. “Sit up.”

He struggles to even do that, hissing in pain as he puts weight on his newly fixed shoulder. It’s funny. It’s pathetic. It makes me want to fuck him. It makes me want to crush his throat with my boot. 

I crouch beside him, grasping his swollen shoulder and shaking him lightly. He whines about it. 

“You’re so tired, aren’t you?”

He nods. 

“You know you’ve been bad, right? I give you a place to live, give you food, I even fucking wash you, and you try to run. You don’t remember who I am. You know I should keep punishing you, right?”

Tears leak out his eyes, and he swallows audibly. But he nods. I can hardly believe it. The self-obsessed prick broke down after only two weeks of harsh treatment. I knew it–I’d known all along he was weak. 

“Look at you. Begging me to hurt you.”  

A wet sob tears out his throat. 

He still has metal manacles jangling around his wrists and ankles. I pull at one experimentally, testing his give, his submission. To me. He’s light and mobile as dandelion fluff. 

“Pet. Know I’m kind to you. I’m as kind as I can be.” 

He bobs his head again, eyes crystalline with fresh tears. 

He doesn’t resist a bit as I scoop him up in my arms, carrying him up the stairs like my waifish betrothed. He’s shaking lightly, crying like a child, but I feel him cling to me. It’s almost sickeningly sweet. I want to tug on his hair and make him moan. I want to tear the fucker apart. 

When I lay him on the bed, his eyelashes flutter. 

“Soft, isn’t it, pet?” 

“M..mhm,” he murmurs. 

I pin his wrist into the cushion above his head, opening his body up to me. I trace my fingers up and down his ribs, thumb his hip bone. It makes him twitch, sensitive skin under my touch, covered in pretty bruises. 

He’s so fucking fragile. I squeeze the soft part of his waist, which makes him jolt. 

I tickle his armpits, along his ribs. He flinches and shudders, a confused giggle escaping him. 

I lay down beside him, kissing his face, rumpling his hair in my hand, tugging it gently. He squirms, trying to reciprocate, I know. But too weak to manage it. It’s an intimacy I haven’t allowed him before. 

“Thank me, pet,” I murmur to him. 

He swallows again. “Thank…thank you.” 

“Good boy.” 

It’s more fun than I’d thought it would be, so I keep tickling him. Scratching him lightly with my nails, finding his sensitive spots, finding what makes him wiggle, hearing him laugh. When he tries to pull away, I hold him close, slinging an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. 

I lick up the tears dribbling down his face, rubbing my fingers lightly on the sensitive inside of his thighs, making him open his legs for me, through a strained little giggle. 

After stripping myself, coating my fingers in lube to prevent me from chafing, I push my fingers inside him. I squeeze his waist, holding him against me, which makes him moan and shudder breathlessly. It’s gorgeous; pleasure wrinkling up his brow. I push my cock inside, rocking into him steadily. 

I hold his face in my hand, keeping his face tipped toward me, slapping gently when he tries to close his eyes. “Focus on me, sweetheart,” I whisper. 

He cries the whole time, yes–but he begs prettily, begs for his release, for my release. For me.

Taglist:

@whumped-by-glitter

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Blood Ties

(Masterlist)

Paris clutched his head, his nails tapping patterns against his skull. It made a thick, hollow sound in his ears. Not pleasant, but he had to keep his own motion up. He hasn’t slept all week.

“Just bring him up,” He called to the guard, “Whatever the protocol is. I don’t give a shit.”

His guards left dutifully. Paris stood up from his desk, moved to pace the floors. He was still working out of his own bedroom. He didn’t have the heart to go into the master bedroom just yet. A lesser man might’ve found this undignified, but Paris had worked out the opposite conclusion. He really didn’t give a shit, Paris. He had other things to worry about.

The deadliest weapon this side of the galaxy knocked at his door.

Paris opened the door with the same violence of action he did practically everything with. Delta flinched back from the sound. Simon stood beside him, only to be instantly dismissed. Paris pulled Delta into the room and immediately slammed the door shut.

Delta knelt down without being asked. It was for the best, really. He felt unstable. He did not want to fuck around with Paris.

Paris, luckily, seemed content just to have him there. He went back to his business without much more acknowledgment of Delta, flitting in between the bedroom, the bathroom, and the closet. The room was truly overflowing with junk. No wonder Paris was so frenetic. He clearly didn’t know where to start.

Delta played with loose strands of carpet.

Paris was standing in front of his bathroom sink, splashing water into his face. He rapped his knuckles against the porcelain, then up by his head.

“You can talk, you know!” He cried out.

Delta looked up. Paris didn’t enter; he wasn’t even sure he was speaking to him. It was only when Paris crossed the threshold again, still barely looking at him, that he decided to take the risk.

“I was sorry to hear about your father, Paris.” Delta said quietly.

Paris froze. He let out a soft sigh. “Yeah. Me too.”

It was quiet.

“Stand up,” Paris ordered him. Delta did so. He held still as Paris’s hands moved to his collar, undoing his shirt. He stripped the suit off so that it hung idly by Delta’s waist. Tugging his wrist, he spun Delta around. Delta felt his fingers tracing his spine. Paris examined the fading burn scars up and down Delta’s shoulder-blades. Apparently satisfied, he ordered Delta to redress. Paris’s gaze was intense, cold. Delta was careful to avoid meeting it.

He didn’t have a choice, though. Paris tilted his head up to force eye contact. It was a bad thing; Delta knew he was being studied. He was watching Paris watching him. But from years of training, he had no reaction. Without warning, Paris slapped him hard across the face. He reeled. As he straightened, Paris took a fistful of his hair close to his scalp and forced him up against the wall. Delta winced, exhaled, but did not speak. Paris’s gaze remained analytical; his anger seemed forced.

“Don’t be cute,” his grip tightened, “You’re mine now, by right. You are going to show me the same respect you showed my father and I expect you to behave as you’ve been taught. You won’t speak until spoken to. You’ll do as I say, when I say it. And you’ll take any punishment I give you without complaining. Do you understand?”

Delta was pressed tight against the wall. Paris’s body didn’t quite touch his, but blocked off any possible movement. His hand was still wrapped up in Delta’s hair, knuckles digging into his scalp. Whatever. Those were the same rules he’d already been following.

“Yes, sir.” He kept a level tone.

Paris slapped him with his free hand. “Try again.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Delta choked out, pain radiating through his jaw.

“Good,” Paris pulled him forward and then down, forcing him onto his hands and knees. Delta fell roughly to the floor, trying to regain his breath, before crawling back upwards into a kneel. He brushed his own hair out of his face, lightly touching the tender skin where he’d just been slapped - twice.

Paris walked away. Delta relaxed, slightly. He wasn’t truly phased by the roughness; he’d been expecting it. It was just what people did when they wanted to show they meant business, as cursory as any other introduction. As long as he gave Paris no reason to repeat it, he should be fine. He waited eagerly to be dismissed.

But unfortunately, Paris kept talking.

“We aren’t staying here. I’ve already got a ship chartered. The war is coming to us and we need to be proactive. They’re going to train you to deploy more frequently.”

This did not bode well. Those powers were a bad thing to use, a display of force that was seldom ever necessary for the job. It was risky, but it was extremely inexpensive. Exactly Paris’s style. He went on.

“I don’t think the security measures they’ve been using for you thus far are necessary. I don’t mind you having free reign of the ship. It’s not like you can walk off it.”

Delta looked at him quizzically. He had never been outside the castle for more than a months span. Now it seemed as though he’d never return. But he’d have free reign. That much was unimaginable. Paris looked to him for a reaction. Delta’s ambivalence must’ve shown on his face, but Paris didn’t press the issue.

“That’s all. You can go now.”

Delta stood up wearily, head spinning. He walked out of the room half in a trance. Simon was waiting down the hall; the older man perked up as he saw Delta approaching. No doubt, he saw the inflammation on the left side of his face.

“All good, kiddo?” Simon asked with truly eked out enthusiasm.

But Delta was at a loss.

(Part IV)

[64yrsold]

anobrain

“Fuck,” he grumbled, stumbling as he closed the front door with his foot, “Baby, where are you?”

“Over here,” I called from the living room, stretching on the couch. He shuffled into the low-lit room, head heavy.

“Fuck,” he cursed again, dropping to the couch. His head collapsed into my lap as he took in a deep sigh.

“You okay?” I chuckled, dragging a hand through his sweaty curls.

“I’m not fucking going back there,” he muttered, coughing weakly, “They’re trying to kill me.”

“Are they?” I traced along his stubbled jaw, his skin dewey from exhaustion, “I thought you were just exercising.”

“I thought so too,” he spat, arm hanging limp off the couch, “Out of nowhere, I’m flipping tires, swinging from fucking ropes,” he pointed to the ceiling, “Baby, you wouldn’t believe it. I was doing backflips.”

“Backflips?” I dropped my hand to his chest, running my knuckles along his sternum.

“Truly,” he nodded, lifting his head to look at me seriously, then wincing, “Fuck, everything hurts.” His head fell back against my legs, his forehead creased with discomfort. His arm swung out, slapping the coffee table to find his pack of cigarettes.

“Still quitting?” I held back a smile as he flipped me off, pulling a cigarette from the pack swiftly.

“Tomorrow,” he grumbled out of the side of his mouth, sighing as he searched his pockets for a lighter. He spotted one on the far end of the coffee table, reaching a hand out limply, “Darling?”

“Didn’t you just give me the finger?” I said, looking down at his pouting mouth, the unlit cigarette hanging off his lip.

“Please,” he whispered, eyes cutting into mine. I swallowed, listening to his heavy breaths struggling to keep up with his racing heart. His hand caught the inside of my wrist, his thumb pressing into the tendons, “Please, sweetheart.”

I bit back a smile, turning my cheek towards him. He smiled, plucking the cigarette from his mouth. He lifted his lips to my skin with a grunt, falling back into my lap quickly and clutching at his torso, face creased with pain.

“Poor thing,” I cooed, and stood, pushing him off my lap. He grumbled as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, leaning into the back of the couch, his head rolling backwards. He breathed slowly, stomach flexing around his inhales. I grabbed the lighter, tossing it at his chest.

“Ow,” he whimpered, scrabbling for the lighter sliding down his torso. The cigarette was back in his mouth, his hands shakily trying to ignite the lighter. “Fuck,” he muttered, eyes closed tightly, “Can you do it, baby?”

“That bad, is it?” I sat beside him, holding a hand out. He set the lighter in my palm, fingers curling around the back of my hand.

“Yes,” he stated, eyes darting over my face. My chest tightened at the sight of his darkened irises, and I kissed his cheek to ease my erratic heartbeat. I grabbed the cigarette from his lips, placing it in my own mouth and lighting it. I took an easy drag, watching him lick his lips and twitch as he waited.

“You haven’t smoked all day?” I exhaled, his eyes closing as the smoke drifted over his chest.

“Not since last night,” he said quietly, reaching out a tentative hand.

“Really?” I nodded, taking another drag, “So proud of you, baby.”

“Right,” his hand ghosted over mine, impatiently quivering, “So, please?”

“You want something?” I asked, letting the cigarette burn between my lips.

“I-“ he started, mouth forming shapes but no sounds. His hand returned to his mouth, rubbing at his chin roughly. I laughed, putting the cigarette in his begging mouth. He inhaled sharply, cheeks hollowing, smoke spilling from his nose between breaths. His head lulled against the couch, eyes closed and features slack.

“Sorry I was teasing,” I purred, my thumb drawing circles into his bare chest.

“I’ll forgive you,” he replied, lungs full of smoke, “Later.”

“Later?” I laughed, kissing at his shoulder.

“Think I should stay mad at you for a bit longer,” he opened an eye, leaning forward to stub out the cigarette. He watched me closely, his hand drifting over my knee.

“Sure,” I dropped a kiss to his neck, earning a heavy shudder, “Let’s take a bath first, then.”

“Yes, please,” he smiled, mouth at my temple. I stood, pulling him with me. He groaned, falling back to the couch.

“Just,” he coughed, “Give me a second to stand up, here.”

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[rachi-roo]

Hey Rachi, I have an idea for a fic only if requests are still open. What if Hawks tickle Tomo??? Like okay, picture this Tomo being a neighborhood-friendly criminal like always is out and about, right? He runs into Hawks again and Tomo is confident that he could get away again, but Hawks is prepared this time and gets Tomo pinned and decides to get some well deserved revenge on him before handing him over to the police(Hawks never hands over even though he’s suppose to. He got a soft spot for him, but don’t tell Hawks that because he’ll get very defensive and deny it)

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My Hero Academia: Friends?

Waaaaa! I'm so glad you're still interested in my Tomo! 🥰 The lil scamp needs a taste of his own medicine! Thank you so much for the request! (Bonus points if you know the other anime I've used the lyrics of 😉)

Summary: Tomohiro is snatched up by a winged beast and taught a lesson~

Lee!Tomohiro, Ler!Hawks

Tw: Swearing, mean(ish) tickles, suggestive jokes

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"Randorii kyou wa garaaki de rakkiidee~ Kattarii abura yogore mo kore de baibai~"

Our local neighbourhood silly guy sang happily to himself as he wandered down the street, wearing a pair of brand new, high-quality earpods he'd pinched from a vlogger who was filming homeless people and pretending to give a shit. A real jerk.

It was a bright day. Perfect for a walk. Nothing would go wrong in broad daylight like this.

"Doryoku mirai a beautiful star~ Doryoku mirai a beautiful star~ Doryoku mirai a beautiful star~! Nanka wasurechatte nda-AH! SHIIIT!" He was suddenly swept off the ground by something tugging on the back of his shirt, startling the other passers by as he shot up into the air, flying over the city below.

He looked up, realising who had captured him. None other than Hawks. Of course it was him.

"Hey, buddy!" The bird chimed, smiling down at his catch as he reached into his pocket, fumbling for something. "Pardon me -" Before Tomohiro could react, Hawks slapped a metal cuff around his wrist. Sleek and high-tech looking, with a magnetic seal that could only be opened with a key-card.

"Hey!" He protested, trying to pull the cuff off. "The heck is this??"

"Snazzy, ain't it? It's our new Quirk inhibitors for making public arrests or for those on bail. Now you can't use your Quirk until it's removed! Isn't that cool?" Hawks beamed, shifting Tomos position, now holding his arms just below his shoulder, more comfortable for flying.

Tomo fussed, shaking his cuffed wrist angrily. "No! It's not cool! 'Lemme go! Are you going to arrest me or something?"

Hawks chuckled. "Arrest you? Haha, of course I am. But first, I wanna show you just how cool this new Quirk blocker is. See, before, I wouldn't be able to touch you, cus' you'd just tickle me all over and then vanish like the sneaky criminal you are." He grinned down at Tomo, seeing the look of dread on his face.

"But now -" The bird continued. "We can do cool stuff like recreate that one scene from Rescuers Down-under with the giant eagle!" He wriggled his brow at Tomo with a smirk, flexing his index fingers we they were perfectly in reach of Tomos exposed underarms.

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! You don't have to do this!"

"Awww, what's wrong? You don't know the scene I'm talking about? Here, it goes something like this~" With that, Hawks dug his index fingers into Tomos underarms, tracing and wriggling into the vulnerable skin. The light hoodie Tomo was wearing did very little to protect him.

"AH! Nonono! H-Hahawks- snort AHAHahaaa!" This was immediately a bad spot for Tomohiro. He kicked his legs, twisting his torso as he laughed loudly. It was hard for him to do anything since the two were still high over the city. He just hung there from Hawks hands, wriggling and kicking out with all his might.

"Don't squirm too much, Tomo. I'd hate to drop you." Hawks chuckled, his tickling slowing down to flinch worthy strokes. The sensation sent a shiver up Tomos spine.

"Wa-Wahiiii-! Wahait! Oho, shit! Niiiihihi! Ah! Hahawks! Snort- Stop ihIIIIHIT!" He twitched and jerked about, his giggling sporadic and high-pitched. His attempts at forming a sentence were thwarted by the slow, cruel teasing Hakws was dishing out.

"Quite a cute lil' giggle you got there, kiddo."

"I-I'm twehehenty-one! GAHA!"

"Oooh, you are? Damn, you don't look it."

Hawks suddenly swooped lower, setting Tomo down on a rooftop before quickly straddling his waist.

Tomo grappled with Hawks hands, batting off his advances as he tried to poke at Tomos tummy or sides.

"Rh! Damn it, bird-brain bastard! Get off! Stohop!" He tried sounding angry, but his anxious giggling didn't make it sound very convincing.

"Oh, stop, fussing! Now then, what was it you said to me last time we met? Aaah, 'you stress too much'." He grinned, flying a few smaller feathers out, manipulating them to irritate Tomos ears with tickles.

The boy snorted, bunching his shoulders up. "Cut it ohout! Hehe! Aha! FUHUCK!" He gasped when Hawks grabbed his hips, kneading into the dips with devilish precision.

"Hawks! Plehehease! Y-You asshole!"

"Hehe, kichi, kichi, cooo~ Naww, I can see why you tickle people now instead of using more violent options. This is fun!" Hawks grinned, looking at Tomos rosy cheeks as he spidered up and down his sides, earning little yippy giggles.

Tomo panted, he was far too sensitive to be on the receiving end of this torture. "Haaaawks! AhAHA! Nyohoo! Aaaaah! I-I'll do anythihihiiing!"

Hawks stilled his fingers, poised on the boys sides, looking at Tomo with a raised brow.

"Anything?"

"A-Anythihing... I'll give you that glizzy gobble if I have to... Just... No more tickling... Plehease...." He huffed, obviously joking about the lengths he'd go to in order to be free.

Hawks tilted his head, smirking as he began to roll up Tomos shirt, exposing his little belly.

"Well..." He smiled, using some sharper feathers to pin Tomos arms out the way.

"W-What are you-!? Hey!"

"I've never had a criminal try to pimp themselves out to me before. But, I accept~ inhaaaale-"

"WAIT-!"

Hawks threw his head forward, nuzzling into Tomos stomach, blowing a big raspberry, causing poor Tomo to buck and writhe as he screamed. His hair sticks to his forehead in messy strands.

"BWAAAAHAHA! AAAAaa- gasp NAAAAHAHA!" No matter how much he tugged on his shirt sleeves, the feathers kept him firmly in place. "N-NAHAAA! NO! Noho more! Aaahaha!"

"Hm? What's that? You want more? I mean, if you insist, buddy." The bird sucked in another breath as he started tracing circles on Tomos underarms. A devilish mix of slow tickles and vigorous raspberries.

"NOOOO! AhahaAH! H-Hahahawks! PleheheEHEE! AHA! HEEELP!"

"Yes, please, somebody come help the criminal! Oh, if only there was a hero around to do something! Haha!" Keigo teased, taking another breath.

"MERCYYY!"

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The Quirk nullifying cuff dropped to the ground as Hawks pressed a key card against it. Freeing Tomohiro from its grasp as he lay on the roof, panting heavily. His chest heaved as he grinned from ear to ear.

"So.... Hah... You're not... Arresting me?... Hah..."

"Not yet, I'm giving you another chance." Hawks ruffled Tomos hair, making him flinch and cover his eyes. "Promise me that you'll only cause mischief for assholes like the one you stole from today?"

"Get outta here, bird man. You got a crush on me, don't ya?." Tomohiro chuckled.

"Pff, definitely not. Just promise me. Or I'm putting the cuff back on for round two."

"Okay! Okay! I promise. You want some breadcrumbs too whilst I'm at it?"

"Rude." Hawks shook his head, unfurling his wings as he took flight. "Oh, by the way. You're still not my type." He grinned as he waved, flying off into the city.

Tomo groaned as he sat up, hugging his knees before putting his new, stolen earpods back in.

"Happy, lucky, konichiwa baby~"

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Thanks for reading!

Much love! 😚❤️

[streetkid-named-desire]

Smut game: give me the hottest three paragraphs you’ve written! Doesn’t need to be from the same work (or even be published yet).

the best smut i've ever written was the one we collaborated on uwu

so im just gonna share this unfinished piece that was intended for day 3: orgasm denial that is actually not bad

-

V struggled against the cuffs keeping his hands strapped to the netrunner chair. "Bea, you know I can bust through these with my Gorilla Arms. Let me go, I've gotta get back to work."

Bea stood at the head of the netrunner chair and bent down to kiss him on his forehead. It was damp and salty with sweat from the strain his body was under when he was jacked into the chair. "No," she said.

V rolled his eyes and the servos in his hands began to whir. Bea slapped him on his cheek, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave a mark. He looked at her in mild disbelief. "What the hell?" The hydraulics inflated the synth muscles in his forearms as he lifted his wrists upward and Bea slapped him again. This time it was hard enough to make him stop.

"Bea," V took on the stern but patient tone he used when Bea was being particularly petulant. But, he did want to take a break from the gig, anyway.

"Yes, dear?" Bea walked around to the side of the chair and tightened the handcuffs around his wrists after he holstered his cyberarms. The metal clinked against his chrome hands.

"Why are you doing this again? You know I don't like it when you interrupt me. I taught you how to wake me up for emergencies, not when you're feeling like I haven't paid attention to you. We live together, can't I just get two hours to work?" She had, at the very least, brought him out softly. He didn't know how to stop her childish tantrums about feeling neglected and it really was beginning to impact his work. Jobs that took two hours now took four.

Bea grabbed V by his jaw roughly and turned his face to hers. He couldn't suppress the smirk rising at the corner of his mouth. Bea bent over and hovered her lips over his. He tried to jerk his head up, to close the gap, but she just slammed his head into the headrest of the chair. She let go of his jaw and walked to the foot of the chair.

Bea stripped off her orange tank top and slipped out of the black lace panties. She kept those in one hand as she clambered onto the netrunning chair and straddled V. V was completely naked under his netrunning suit and felt the warmth between her legs against his own hardening cock.

"Open your mouth," Bea commanded.

V did so.

Bea leaned forward and traced his dry lips with her fingers. She pressed her fingers between his lips and he opened, just enough, for her to insert three of them into his mouth. He closed his mouth—and his teeth—around them and smiled at Bea.

She smiled back, sweetly, before grasping his jaw with her fingers in his mouth and thumb below his chin and wrenching it open. She stuffed her panties into his mouth, not enough to choke him, though V distrusted the look in her eyes when he set his jaw in a more comfortable position.

Bea patted his face before turning her attention to the zipper on his suit. She pulled the zip down his muscular chest, past his hard abdomen, past his pelvis, all the way to the crotch until his cock was free and resting against his stomach.

Without any waiting or warning Bea grabbed his cock in one hand, spat on it, rubbed her saliva down the shaft once and unceremoniously impaled herself upon him. V moaned against the gag as Bea sighed happily.

She bent forward and rested her head in the crook of his neck. His cock slid out of her a little and he bucked his hips up.

Bea sat up quickly and slapped him hard across the face again. He stilled himself. Bea scowled at him as she began grinding her hips into him. She only moved back and forth, pulsing the head of his cock against the spot that made her scream while getting as much friction against her clit from his pelvis as she could.

As she moved faster and became more and more wet and more and more tight around his cock, he couldn't resist bucking his hips up again, needing the sliding friction across the head of his cock. Bea scowled at him again but didn't punish him. Instead, she pushed back into him. He did it again, and she matched his movement, their bodies coming together with force. It made Bea's breasts move in a way that made his mouth water and drool trickled down the side of his mouth.

His breathing grew harder and faster. When his movements became erratic, instead of moving with him, Bea pulled herself up and away from him. He whined and whimpered like a pitiful puppy.

Bea yanked her panties out of his mouth, and he spoke. Spoke isn't the right word, he babbled and pleaded and begged and bargained for Bea to let him orgasm inside her as she sat there, impassive.

When he finished speaking, Bea pressed a button to move the netrunning chair flat and moved forward until her thighs bordered V's head. He strained against the bindings, trying to move his head up to her, to taste her and feel her on his tongue.

In a flash V got his right harm out of the handcuffs and wrapped it around Bea's hips, pulling her down to him. She yelped in surprised but quickly circled her hips around his tongue.

She leaned back and grasped his cock in her hand and he cursed into her cunt. When her hips moved faster, he unwrapped his arms around her waist and instead shoved her away from him. He sat up on one elbow, catching his breath.

Bea glared at him and he just shrugged.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

When Lex winds back with an open palm to slap her, Lena sees it coming and refuses to flinch. As a result, she gets to see his utter bewilderment up close and personal when long fingers reach out and grip his wrist before the blow can land.

His confusion only grows as he traces the offending hand up the arm to where it connects not to Lena, but her counterpart. Lena catches her eye, and sees her own smug smirk enjoying the rarity of a befuddled Lex.

His consternation shifts to a sudden shout of pain when the grip on his wrist tightens, snapping bone. Satisfied, Lena's doppelganger releases Lex with a shove, allowing him to shuffle pitifully back to regain his composure.

As his gaze quickly bounces between them, Lena's counterpart comes to stand beside her, shoulder to shoulder.

"We'll make it easy for you," Lena drawls. "We're both real."

"Impossible," Lex hisses. "The multiverse was extinguished--"

"But not alternate realities." Lena's double tsks. "I would have thought you'd be smart enough to figure that out." She turns to Lena. "Perhaps your Lex has dimmed, somwhat."

"Dimmed!" Lex scoffs. "That isn't what the public says--"

"Come now, brother. We all know how quickly public perception can shift. After all, weren't you the first to call me a monster?"

Lena's counterpart tugs her black coat open to expose the kryptonite in her chest. Lena sees Lex's gaze light up at the sight of it. Disgust fills her.

"It's almost a shame you won't survive the hour," Lena's double continues. The stone in her chest slowly grows brighter as her smile turns predatory. "I think you would have liked what I've become."

Lex scoffs again, though the sound is clearly weaker than he intends. He looks to Lena. "You would kill your own brother?"

Lena looks at him coldly.

"They say the first time's the hardest."

------

Kara is too late to keep Lex alive. She doesn't know if he deserved the rescue, but she also isn't sure he deserved the immolation that has left him a charred and smoking husk.

When she arrives at the warehouse she finds both Lena's standing before their brother's corpse, their features identically indiscernable as they look long and hard at the consequence of their actions.

It's her Lena who turns to look at her first.

"Feel free to judge, as I'm sure you will," she says coldly. "But we both know he never should have been resurrected."

At that, the doppelganger turns as well. "Let's hope this time it sticks." Kara spots a flutter of motion at the edge of her vision, and looks down to see the doppelganger's fingers brush softly against Lena's. "If it doesn't, you'll know where to find me."

In the days that follow, Kara keeps her distance. She wrestles with the feeling in her chest the comes from seeing the Lenas so gentle with each other, yet so cold to everyone else. But still, when she catches wind that Lena has found the way to return the doppelganger to her own reality, Kara swoops into the lab just as the portal springs to life.

To do what, she isn't sure. To stop her from returning? To ensure she goes through?

"Your world has suffered enough," she ends up saying, hands on her hips.

The doppelganger meets her gaze undaunted. "You know nothing of my world, or the structure it requires to recover from the destruction you wrought."

Kara doesn't know how to respond. In the end, she simply doesn't. They stare at each other for long moments until Lena cuts in.

"She can't stay here," she clips out. "If she does, we could both experience entropic cascade failure."

Kara cuts eye contact with the doppelganger to flick her gaze towards Lena. Sensing her confusion, Lena fails to hide the roll of her eyes.

"It would be bad. For both of us."

So the doppelganger can't stay here. Kara is relieved, because she can't stomach the thought of keeping her here, so close to Lena and so full of rage and kryptonite. She can only hope that her friends in that other reality have survived, and can continue to fight against this Lena's tyranny.

When she says nothing, the doppelganger turns towards the portal without so much as a goodbye to her counterpart. But as she nears the event horizon, Lena herself calls out to her.

"Lena!"

The doppelganger pauses.

"Remember what I said." Lena holds her counterpart's gaze. "The future is yet unwritten."

The doppelganger remains silent.

"Your measure isn't taken by the love you receive," Lena continues. "It's measured in the love you give."

The doppelganger says nothing, but Kara can almost swear sees something about the woman soften.

Without a word, the doppelganger turns and disappears into the glimmering portal. When it shuts down behind her, the lab is thick with silence.

"Lena--"

"I gave you everything I have. Everything I am," Lena's gaze remains locked on the portal's control panel, but her jaw is sharp with restraint. "And you gave me nothing in return."

Lena's last words to herself ring in the silence between them.

It's measured by the love you give.

Lena finally meets Kara's gaze.

"So what does that make you?"

[braveclementine]

October 11: Sensory Deprivation (Stephen Strange) 💙

Warning: 18+ readers only, Sensory Deprivation, Doctor kink, master kink, blowjob, ball gag, orgasm denial, restraints, blindfold, vibrator

Copyright: I do not own Doctor Strange (although he definitely owns me) or any other mentioned Marvel/MCU characters. I also do not condone any copying of this post.

You had almost gotten yourself killed on a mission. Stephen had gone through all the natural stages of being a lover at this point. Worried sick, then relief, and then absolute fury.

Stephen rarely got angry with you. Others got him riled up easily, but not you. In fact, ninety-nine times out of a hundred, you were the one that calmed him down. But in that one percent left, when he got angry with you, if often led to sex. Torturous, pleasurable sex.

At least, that's what it usually was. But now, he had left you, for what felt like years, tied to the bed with a blindfold over your eyes.

You were completely naked, senses cut off except for the feel of smooth, almost warm metal around your wrists and ankles, and the soft feather sheets underneath you. You could also feel the cotton blindfold over your eyes, the strings just across your ears.

"Don't make a sound." He had said before leaving, "I'll be back in a few."

Few what? Minutes? Certainly not. You had counted up to five minutes several times by now. Hours? Possibly. Weeks? It was starting to feel like it.

No, it was probably hours. You hadn't gotten hungry yet.

But you were starting to feel frustrated. Was this seriously your punishment for getting shot on that mission? He was just going to tie you up and leave you there for a few hours? This was no where near fun.

After a year (Three hours and twenty-four minutes), you heard the door open. The person made no sound and you sincerely hoped it wasn't Wong or Bucky or Bruce or any of the other possible Avengers that might walk into the room.

But the person made not a noise, and you had no idea who they were. You could barely hear them breathing.

The tension was increasing in your spine until you felt a single finger start to trace lines from the base of your throat, down to your navel, and back up. You let out a shuddering breath. It had to be Stephen, right?

One finger became two full hands, running them over your body. You were starting to get turned on, and you realized now exactly what your punishment was.

Sensory Deprivation.

You couldn't see him, couldn't predict his next move. Well, actually, you could. You knew he wasn't going to be touching you anywhere you wanted until you begged. And you were very close to begging.

Your bottom lip trembled a little in want before suddenly, lithe fingers pinched your nipples, pulling them.

You let out your first sound, a yelp, arching your back. Finally, you heard that quiet chuckle and your questions were answered. It was indeed Stephen.

"S-Stephen."

"Mm, no, I don't think so." Stephen said. "You have been a bad little girl, haven't you? Almost killing yourself on that mission. I was worried sick. No, you don't get to call me by my name now. You're either going to call me Doctor or Master."

You whimpered as he slapped you clit. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, just sting, and it turned you on immensely, arousal pooling between your legs and he chuckled darkly.

Your body was tingling with nerves, goosebumps breaking out everywhere from the sudden touch. You could feel every spot he had touched and caressed, although stung by fire, especially your breasts, itching for his touch.

"Doctor please." You mumbled. "Please, I've waited so long."

"I've waited longer." He growled. "So you're just going to have to suffer."

Now you realized why Stephen had refused to have sex with you. You had figured he just didn't want to reopen the stitches or something. Now, you knew it was because he knew exactly how he wanted to punish you. And now you were needy and desperate. Exactly the way he wanted you.

Stephen pinched your clit between his fingers, making you squeal. He chuckled again. He was being so cruel and yet, you were loving it for some reason.

His finger rubbed your clit slowly and unevenly. You were panting, desperate for something more. Anything more.

"Doctor please. I need more. Please."

One finger spreading your folds. He blew cold breath on your core, making you shiver. He pulled away again before you felt weight settle on your chest. You could sense his knees on the sides of your face.

"Open up." He growled.

You opened obediently and felt his length go down your throat. You closed you eyes, although really it didn't matter.

Your tongue wrapped around him, sucking him off. You ran your tongue up and down his length, feeling the thickness and pulsing veins. You could taste salt and you sucked hard when you got closer to the tip, causing Stephen to hiss.

You went back down on his length the best you could, before dragging your teeth lightly over a sensitive spot. Stephen hissed again and he leaned forward on your chest. His fingers thumbed your nipples again and you sucked on him harder, desperate to please.

Then he moved his hands away and the only thing you felt was a burn in the back of your throat as he bucked his hips into you with a groan. You could almost picture him with his head thrown back, galaxy-coloured eyes closed.

You felt him twitching and you worked to the max to get him to release, which he did, and you swallowed. Once he pulled slowly from his lips, you waited for him to say something, swallowing over and over to get it out of your throat.

"S-Stephen?" You asked quietly. It was so quiet, you couldn't even hear him breathe. You hadn't heard him leave the room either through door or portal, but you couldn't remember if the window was open and the cape could've taken him out.

And then suddenly, there was a huge electrical shock that went straight to your clit. He had fucking snuck up on you, putting a vibrator to your clit.

As quickly as it came, it was pulled away. Your legs seemed to spasm uncontrollably for a few seconds, trying to understand what had just happened when you couldn't see it.

"You're not going on anymore missions." Stephen's voice was dark and you could just barely make out the fact that he was walking around the bed.

"Bu-"

"No." He growled. "Not after that Y/N. Do you understand? I'm not going through that again. You're going to suffer this punishment, and then I'm going to take all of my anger out on you. And then, you're never going on another mission, ever again, unless its a simple one. There will be no arguments and limited complaints."

You stayed silent, feeling frustrated. It wasn't that bad! Sure, you'd been close to death, but you'd recovered, hadn't you?

Another seemingly electric jolt made your entire body jerk on the bed, also effectively jerking you out of your thoughts.

"Stephen, I don't think that's fair. We should talk abou-"

"How would you like it, if I was the one in the hospital, and I decided I was still going to go on missions?" His voice was dangerously low and you heard a drawer being opened somewhere. "What if the next mission is your last one? You dodged death once, do you really need to test it again?"

"B-" When you opened your mouth, he took the advantage and you felt something large and rubber forced between your teeth, strapping it together behind your head.

He was playing dirty.

Stephen was quiet again, and then you felt something light and soft- a feather?- dithering lightly up your body. It tickled mostly, crawling up your thighs, dipping into your belly button, it traveled up your stomach, circling both breasts before lightly brushing over your pert nipples, it traced up into your neck and he even brought it up across your chin and circled your nose with it, making it itch. You scrunched your nose in protest- as you couldn't scratch it.

And then the feather was gone. And then it was back, traveling back down towards your belly button, across your thigh, and then dithered towards your folds, brushing your clit so lightly it was. . . well like a feather.

You frustration was mounting. You couldn't see anything, you could barely hear, even though cutting off your sight should've increased your hearing. You just wanted to be fucked. And then you realized it would mean you'd have to give in to his demands.

The feather was gone again and Stephen was silent. You knew he hadn't left, because of his even breathing. But there was no touching and it felt like your entire body was on fire. Every place that the feather had touched begged to either be touched again with a firmer touch or be itched.

"Stephen please!" You begged, writhing on the sheets to the best of your ability, the chains around your wrists and ankles holding you tight and fast.

He made a tsking sound in the back of his throat, but didn't acknowledge you anymore.

You paused, thinking over everything he had said and then you said, "Doctor, please, I need you!"

"Oh?" Stephen's voice was light and dark at the same time. "You need me, do you? Did it ever occur to you that maybe I need you too?"

Your neediness was starting to get to you. You writhed desperately on the beds. "Okay, fine! I won't go on anymore missions master."

You heard wood creak and you knew he'd been sitting down. His large hand cupped your face, startling you for a moment. "Promise?"

"Promise doctor. Please? Need you!"

You could always argue in your favor later when you weren't at a disadvantage. Of course. . . you had also just promised and Stephen hated broken promises. Maybe you should've thought it over more before you agreed so rashly. Damn your horniness!

There was a sudden electric pulse running through your body, legs shaking as he put the vibrator on you once more. This time, he held it there, his other hand playing with the flesh of your mounds. "That's it kitten." He whispered. "Fucking cum for me. I'm going to make you cum over and over again now and I'm going to show your tight, precious little cunt who owns her."

You couldn't even think of a witty response before you were shattering apart, walls clenching down on nothing but air as you came.

He owned you, oh yes he did. 

[againsttheskull]

Destroyer III

(Masterlist)

(Part II)

Paris clutched his head, his nails tapping patterns against his skull. It made a thick, hollow sound in his ears. Not pleasant, but he had to keep his own motion up. He hasn’t slept all week.

“Just bring him up,” He called to the guard, “Whatever the protocol is. I don’t give a shit.”

His guards left dutifully. Paris stood up from his desk, moved to pace the floors. He was still working out of his own bedroom. He didn’t have the heart to go into the master bedroom just yet. A lesser man might’ve found this undignified, but Paris had worked out the opposite conclusion. He really didn’t give a shit, Paris. He had other things to worry about.

The deadliest weapon this side of the galaxy knocked at his door. 

Paris opened the door with the same violence of action he did practically everything with. Delta flinched back from the sound. Simon stood beside him, only to be instantly dismissed. Paris pulled Delta into the room and immediately slammed the door shut. 

Delta knelt down without being asked. It was for the best, really. He felt unstable. He did not want to fuck around with Paris.

Paris, luckily, seemed content just to have him there. He went back to his business without much more acknowledgment of Delta, flitting in between the bedroom, the bathroom, and the closet. The room was truly overflowing with junk. No wonder Paris was so frenetic. He clearly didn’t know where to start.

Delta played with loose strands of carpet.

Paris was standing in front of his bathroom sink, splashing water into his face. He rapped his knuckles against the porcelain, then up by his head.

“You can talk, you know!” He cried out. 

Delta looked up. Paris didn’t enter; he wasn’t even sure he was speaking to him. It was only when Paris crossed the threshold again, still barely looking at him, that he decided to take the risk.

“I was sorry to hear about your father, Paris.” Delta said quietly. 

Paris froze. He let out a soft sigh. “Yeah. Me too.”

It was quiet. 

“Stand up,” Paris ordered him. Delta did so. He held still as Paris’s hands moved to his collar, undoing his shirt. He stripped the suit off so that it hung idly by Delta’s waist. Tugging his wrist, he spun Delta around. Delta felt his fingers tracing his spine. Paris examined the fading burn scars up and down Delta’s shoulder-blades. Apparently satisfied, he ordered Delta to redress. Paris’s gaze was intense, cold. Delta was careful to avoid meeting it. 

He didn’t have a choice, though. Paris tilted his head up to force eye contact. It was a bad thing; Delta knew he was being studied. He was watching Paris watching him. But from years of training, he had no reaction. Without warning, Paris slapped him hard across the face. He reeled. As he straightened, Paris took a fistful of his hair close to his scalp and forced him up against the wall. Delta winced, exhaled, but did not speak. Paris’s gaze remained analytical; his anger seemed forced.

“Don’t be cute,” his grip tightened, “You’re mine now, by right. You are going to show me the same respect you showed my father and I expect you to behave as you’ve been taught. You won’t speak until spoken to. You’ll do as I say, when I say it. And you’ll take any punishment I give you without complaining. Do you understand?”

Delta was pressed tight against the wall. Paris’s body didn’t quite touch his, but blocked off any possible movement. His hand was still wrapped up in Delta’s hair, knuckles digging into his scalp. 

“Yes, sir.” He kept a level tone.

Paris slapped him with his free hand. “Try again.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Delta choked out, pain radiating through his jaw.

“Good,” Paris pulled him forward and then down, forcing him onto his hands and knees. Delta fell roughly to the floor, trying to regain his breath, before crawling back upwards into a kneel. He brushed his own hair out of his face, lightly touching the tender skin where he’d just been slapped - twice.

Paris walked away. Delta relaxed, slightly. He wasn’t truly phased by the roughness; he’d been expecting it. It was just what people did when they wanted to show they meant business, as cursory as any other introduction. As long as he gave Paris no reason to repeat it, he should be fine. He waited eagerly to be dismissed.

But unfortunately, Paris kept talking.

“We aren’t staying here. I’ve already got a ship chartered. The war is coming to us and we need to be proactive. They’re going to train you to deploy more frequently.”

This did not bode well. Those powers were a bad thing to use, a display of force that was seldom ever necessary for the job. It was risky, but it was extremely inexpensive. Exactly Paris’s style. He went on.

“I don’t think the security measures they’ve been using for you thus far are necessary. I don’t mind you having free reign of the ship. But in exchange, you’ll be expected to complete the same domestic duties as the other servants employed there. You’ll have training in that, too.” 

Delta looked at him quizzically. He had never been outside the castle for more than a months span. Now it seemed as though he’d never return. But he’d have free reign. That much was unimaginable. Paris looked to him for a reaction. Delta’s ambivalence must’ve shown on his face, but Paris didn’t press the issue.

“That’s all. You can go now.”

Delta stood up wearily, head spinning. He walked out of the room half in a trance. Simon was waiting down the hall; the older man perked up as he saw Delta approaching. No doubt, he saw the inflammation on the left side of his face.

“All good, kiddo?” Simon asked with truly eked out enthusiasm.

But Delta was at a loss.

(Part IV)