#I was such a little brat back then and I’m pretty sure I put threatening messages in the video descriptions 🤦🏼‍♀️

[jmflowers]

Ok I got a little carried away so you can choose all of these or just like one or two. For the Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

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Thank you!!

You absolutely did not get carried away! Thank you, this was fun. I don’t usually do this on my phone, but I’m too tired to get up so please bear with me. (Is it bear or bare? I argued with my grade 11 English teacher about this and I still don’t actually know the right answer…)

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I started writing fan fiction when I was probably about 12 or 13? I literally did not have any reference point to the concept - I just loved TV and creating things and writing was an important hobby. I think I was frustrated with a topic not being given the attention I wanted in the show Ghost Whisperer (I was obsessed) so I just wrote it myself. The only way I knew to connect with fandom was through YouTube, as I’d been making fan montages for a while. I edited my story, chapter by chapter, into videos and posted it there. I didn’t end up finding fandom spaces for writing and community until I was about 18, when I joined tumblr and started reading on livejournal and fanfiction.net. I discovered screenwriting around that time, too, and fell in love with the idea of combining these things to make a career. (Only took me another decade to finally bite the bullet and dive in.) I’ve been writing and telling stories literally my entire life, and have studied the art form profusely throughout my education, but I definitely think I’ve seen the most growth in my work through the act of writing fan fiction - it fuels so much discipline while still giving you the space to experiment.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I looooove to research. I spend a lot of my time looking up words in other languages and reading articles about child development. For Vofreude I read a lot about the history surrounding the clitoris and its accurate portrayal in diagrams. I think the weirdest thing I dove deep into was how to hotwire a car, for Epithet.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Anything. I get really overwhelmed by long comments and freak out on how to respond, even though they mean so much. (I worry that people think that means I don’t care about those ones.) I love when people make jokes or compliment in a way that’s silly. Also a huge fan of bookmark notes - I go and read those a lot. I die when someone mentions that they loved something else I wrote for a different fandom and that they’re happy to find me again in a new fandom - that feels pretty life changing. In real life, anytime I can create something that makes my mom cry is an absolute win in my books - she doesn’t cry often, but I’ve gotten her with a few specific things through the years.

I will say, I find it easier to respond to comments in the first few days after a piece is posted. I adore getting comments later - that email notification is one hell of a dopamine boost - but I get anxious about answering. And then I get anxious about there being a comment I haven’t responded to. And then I get anxious about how much time has passed since the comment was posted and I’m not sure if it’s too late to answer. Vicious game.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Music. Everything I create always leads back to music. It’s how I yank myself out of blocks, usually. When I listen to music, I start to visualize how things might look or feel and then I try to emulate that in whatever I’m working on. It’s easiest for editing videos, as I picture the scenes that will match up to things. For writing, I just go with the vibes. Most of my stories have an accompanying playlist that I listen to when I’m writing in that universe.

[lovelybucky1]

Listen… need more of Logan, young or old, putting you over his knee for being a brat, making use of that heavy metal skeleton to make sure you feel his hand on your ass, maybe even get a couple licks in with his belt if you’ve really pissed him off, make you think twice before defying him so blatantly, I need this man to put me in my place SO BAD I’M LOSING IT

logan, growling, grabs you by the waist and pulls you over his lap. he places one hand on your ass and the other on the back of your neck, keeping you down. he is pissed, more pissed than you’ve ever seen him and worst of all, you’re the reason for his poor mood.

you decided to play a little have, have some innocent fun, and flirt with scott. you thought it could be fun to make logan a little jealous, but you pushed it too far.

it started with asking him to buy you a drink, but it ended with you perched on his lap and his hand roming over your thigh. when logan noticed, he grabbed you buy the wrist and yanked you off of scott. you were practically dragged down the hall back to his bedroom where you find yourself now.

“just what the fuck did you think you were doing?” logan asks gruffly.

“i-i wanted to make you jealous,” you say, face burning with shame.

“jealous, huh? for what? so i’d skin scott alive for touchin’ what’s mine?”

you shake your head as much as you’re able. “no, no, so you’d…” you trail off, realizing how ridiculous you’d sound.

“so i’d what?” his voice is low, gravely, threatening. you regret this stupid fucking plan, but you’re in the thick of it now.

“so you’d… be rough with me,” you squeak out.

a hum rumbles through logan’s chest. “am i not rough enough with you?” you try to deny it, but he continued. “you want me to hurt you so bad you’d flirt with another man for it?”

“please, logan-” he spanks you, his large, heavy hand coming down hard on your skin. “daddy! please, daddy, i’m sorry.”

“too late for sorry, dollface.” he spanks you again, this time on the other cheek. “you let scott put his hands all over you. he touched what’s mine.”

“w-why don’t you take that up with him?” it’s a bad idea to talk back, but you’re already in so much trouble that it’ll be hard to make your punishment any worse.

logan chuckles humorlessly. “i’ll deal with him later. teach him a lesson about keeping his hands off another man’s girl. but right now, you need to learn your lesson.”

he spanks you again, gives you multiple hits on alternating sides. it hurts; your whole ass stings and he doesn’t give you the mercy of a massage between blows. you’re whining, crying, sobbing out apologies and begging him to stop.

logan pauses. “you need your safe word?” he asks.

“no,” you whimper.

“then shut up and take it.”

you do take it, but you find it extremely difficult to shut up about it. you don’t have a high pain tolerance and logan knows that. he knows that just a few spanks have hot tears rolling down your cheeks, but he doesn’t care. you could flood the room with tears right now and he wouldn’t stop unless he heard your safeword or he felt you’ve learned your lesson.

the one thing logan can’t stand is someone touching his property without permission. maybe he would’ve shared you with scott if you had asked. he’s a pretty adventurous guy, but he’s also possessive. too possessed to sit back and let his girl let herself be felt up by scott fucking summers.

if you wanted rough, you’rs sure as shit going to get it. you won’t be able to sit tomorrow without wincing. you won’t be able to look scott in the eyes without feeling the sting of logan’s hand on your ass. scott won’t be able to look at you without feeling guilty for the punishment you got.

“you can take it, baby. you wanted rough, remember?”

[glossykissies]

thinking about what reader i’d pair with soldier boy and it only feels right he gets handed spoiledbrat!reader. bratty, high maintenance, pouty. soldier boy might’ve been a god-like supe with damn near all the power in the world, but at the end of the day he was also a man… and you were packaged to him like a god damn fantasy.

it was so conflicting to him, you were simultaneously everything that got him off in a woman all while challenging his beliefs. feminine, soft, supple, pink and glittering — sure, but also you had the craziest attitude, you swore like a sailor and you were demanding. it made his fists clench, and dick swell.

the first time he’d been introduced to you with the boys, having found yourself wrapped up in their world — you were the only one in the room who he detected not an ounce of fear from. you. the little thing in the corner leaning on her hip, more interested in her nail bed than the banished supe.

immediately, and much to butchers irritation (he was pushed for time, and trying to stay on track here.) soldier boy focused his attention on you, taking a draw of his cigar from the couch in the hide-out apartment.

“and who’s this pretty little poodle? you fellas let a fan tag along?” his voice is smooth and rumbly like wheels on gravel and you raise a perfectly plucked brow.

“please.”

he hums out a chuckle, not hiding the way his eyes drag up and down your body. he was used to just taking what he wanted, his time being one of those things.

“so if we could just—” hughie steps forward cautiously, attempting to regain the supes attention to get things back on track but is immediately silenced by soldiers boy lifting a hand, eyes still on you.

“no really. what’s the deal with strip-club-barbie? i have met all of you cock suckers but she’s new. if she’s not a welcome gift, what the fuck is she doing in here listening in?”

“shes one of us.” butcher gruffs, shuffling in his chair, antsy to start explaining his diabolical plans.

“yeah? what’s her thing? you fellas passin’ her around in whatever fuck-dungeon you hole up in?” he teases, and before anyone can say anything — you’re defending yourself.

“jesus christ, get with the fucking times, old man.”

soldier boy smirks, and a tense silence falls over the room — half expecting to watch you get thrown through the thin walls of the apartment at record breaking speed. surprisingly, after he’d taken an amused and analytical gaze your way — he leisurely turned his attention back to butcher. “alright, out with this plan. don’t have all day.” he drawls, taking another drag. you roll your eyes at the fact he literally has nothing else to do, and you’re sure he notices.

most of your interactions went that way after that. soldier boy would make some kind of demeaning or misogynistic comment, you’d snap back, he’d either be amused or weakly threaten you. it was like clock work, but seem to put everyone on edge every single time.

there were many times the boys thought you were done for, hurling names and insults at him when he’d caused them more harm than good — only to have him stroll right past you, uninterested in your girly tantrum and not even struggling to totally ignore you. sometimes you would irritate him, only to get a “brats like you need to be put in their place. i’m warning you.” and maybe he’d smirk because he could just sense your little clit twitching.

there was even a time all of you had to pile into one car, getting away quickly after a mission gone south. you were the last in, and there were no seats left for you.

“just fuckin’ get in would ya?” billy commanded loudly, trying to keep an eye on the oncoming commotion. soldier boy smirks, completely suited up, damn near taking up two seats in the backseat and pats his thigh, spreading his legs.

“i am not sitting on him. someone get in the trunk.” you argue, crossing your arms all spoilt.

“just grab her!” hughie exasperates from the passenger seat, used to your ways. without hesitation, soldier boy yanks you into the car with ungodly strength, pulling the door shut as they drive off. you wriggle and fight until he’s got you situated — the mountain of a bulge pressed up against your panties beneath your skirt, legs spread a little on his lap.

you give him a sulky look over your shoulder, and despite the chaos in the front of the car — he’s utterly relaxed and unbothered by everything that just unfolded. in fact, he leans back with that same smirk — adjusting his hips, nudging the fat lips of your pussy open through your panties with his bulge. he watches your eyes nearly roll back like a baby-doll.

you turn back to the front, irritated and overstimulated, breathing all heavy and mad. never in all his years has he seen a woman fight against her urges like you were. he puts his hands on your hips and you dig your nails into his skin, sustaining no damage. you scratch harder, tearing and attacking him like a baby kitten and he gazes happily out the window, unmoved.

you try to chime into the conversation up front, try to stay tuned — but everytime butcher carelessly flies over a speed bump you’re being practically forcefully dry fucked by the supe. you’re sure he could even feel you leaving a wet patch — and surprisingly, when you all pile out the vehicle solider boy doesn’t bring it up. the gratification of flustering you enough to keep him happy.

the breaking point comes when you’re appointed to ‘babysit’ him back at the hiding apartment. literally no one else is free, but they need someone there to make sure he’s where he needs to be. there’s nothing you could do to stop him from leaving, but whilst he agreed to stay there — you were sticking around to make sure he keeps his word, strictly told to alert one of the boys if he exits.

“look, i’m sorry. i would take your place but i have to help annie.” hughie stresses apologetically as they walk you up to the building.

“i’ll be fine.” you roll your eyes, more irritated that you were missing your nail appointment for this shit.

“and keep that mouth in check, yeah? i don’t fancy scraping your intestines off the walls so keep a lid on it today.” butcher warns, sending you a look before you run off.

when you walk in, he’s chowing down on a burger. so american.

“well if it isn’t my favourite.” he drawls, more interested in the TV.

“whatever. i’m here to babysit you.” you sark, setting down your purse and rifling through it for your phone charger, spotting the pink wire tangled at the bottom of your bag.

“babysittin’ huh? you certainly had the sitting part down last time i saw you. maybe today we can work on the baby part.” he chuckles at his own joke, bringing the mouth of his beer bottle to his lips.

“shutup. you know i had no choice.” you don’t know why you get so defensive, strutting over to block his view of the television — staring down at the hulk of the man resting with his feet up.

“that why i could feel your little pussy throbbing? beggin’ me to help her out? christ, maybe if you got some dick you’d quit bitching all the time.”

maybe he was right.

it’s how you end up blubbering on your back with the backs of your knees in his huge hands.

“shit, maybe i’ve been missin’ a trick with this young pussy stuff. fuckin’ perfect.” his heavy cock brushes your folds as he stretches your legs up into a humiliating pose, not caring for your sniffles and angry pouts. he pushes your knees up higher with an intrigued smirk. “you’re flexible, huh? what, were you a cheerleader in high school or something?”

“are you gonna fuck me or what?” you whine, so needy and petulant that it makes him smile.

“you modern girls. no patience.” he slaps his cock on your folds and you flinch. “relax. only polite to knock before i enter, right?”

[bsdtrash]

Ranpo, Poe, Junichiro, and Oda as bottoms!!

18+ content below the tags! Minors DNI

- What a fucking brat. Like no for real this man is gonna be such a power bottom and so bratty too. Like you have your work cut out for you as his top. 

- This little shit loves playing his mind games and pushing you to your limit! Will be saying things like “Oh? Is that really all you can do?” Just egging you on! 

- Needless to say he won’t ‘shy’ away from some punishment. Probably comes off as bored until you really get him going. This brat will really have the audacity to yawn and check his phone until you really give him what he’s asking for.

- To me Ranpo comes off as the type to be into some kinky shit, honestly between him and Dazai I don’t know who is more kinky. 

- Please pull his hair and make his head crane back, he’ll let out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. 

- This man is so out of pocket when it comes to anything, like feel free to choke him and spit in his mouth he’ll love that. 

- Ranpo has no issue demanding what he wants in bed, when you finally work him into a needy state he’ll be begging and directing you without batting a single eye. 

- This man is willing to try almost any kink once, could also see him being in to voyeurism since he’s such an attention whore. 

- Speaking of him being an attention whore he definitely has a praise kink. Call him the best detective in the world and you got him kicking his feet and giggling. 

- Also has a SLIGHT degradation kink call him your pretty little slut and just see what happens! This gross brat is also the type to make you do all the cleaning! 

- POOOOOOOOOOOE OMG!!! THIS ROMANTIC BITCH BOY IS GONNA BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST BOTTOMS EVER! 

- Hold his slutty little waist while he whimpers and withers around in pleasure! Ya’ll are gonna have a safe word because when this man says stop he doesn’t really mean it.

- Like he’s saying stop because he’s feeling a lot of pleasure but if you actually do stop he’ll whine and look at you as though you just insulted him.

- A messy bottom for sure! Drool is running down his chin and tears are running down his cheeks! 

- Is really into overstimulation, don’t let that boy leave the bed until his legs are jello, I’m telling you with the stress he carries he definitely needs it. 

- The type to have a goofy smile and feel dazed by the end of it. Please hold him and gently run your fingers along his back to bring him back to reality.

- Is a completely embarrassed wreck when he realizes how loud he was. It happens every single time and he tries to keep his voice down but it never works! 

- The noise complaints from the neighbors are never-ending, your apartment owner at this point is threatening to kick you out. 

- You’ve tried using a gag once but well, who would want to muffle Ranpo’s pretty little voice huh?

- That being said ya’ll keep a pillow close by for Ranpo to bite on to for when he’s getting a little too loud. 

- PILLOW PRINCE!!! This man was made for the bottom life tbh ( I picture him as a switch with a bottom leaning tendencies)

- Has no issue laying back and letting you take complete control, you’ve earned his entire trust the second you two started dating. Don’t be afraid to boss him around he likes that! 

- Treat him gentle though, he’s only slightly kinky, and is surprisingly delicate! He easily bruises so make sure to put that mouth of yours to good work! 

- SENSITIVE! Please don’t make fun of him when he orgasms too quickly, he tries so hard but poor thing isn’t used to feeling so good, not to mention being provided such pleasure from someone he loves.

- Lets face it you milk this man dry and he loves every single second of it, by the end he’s dry orgasming and sobbing from the pleasure. Please have mercy on him! 

- His body has the after trembles and he is CLINGING to you! Stay by his side while his body calms down or he’ll start to cry.

- Once he stops trembling please go run ya’ll a bath, Junichiro really thrives off of the aftercare part.

- Make sure when you bathe together he’s laying in your lap and you’re washing his hair! Careful though because he may fall asleep. 

- Whisper in his ear sweet little things you love about him while you help clean him and please be mindful of your hands. 

- Junichiro will drink up all the love you give him and simply respond with his own words of encouragement while trying to stay awake. 

- Oda is one of the more silent bottoms that you have to earn the trust of ( Similar to Dazai and Akutagawa) 

- This man has spent so many years taking care of others that he can’t even recall the last time someone had gone out of their way to take care of him. 

- It’s hard to top Oda since he just naturally falls in to the role of taking care of you and topping you. That is unless you specifically tell him that you want to top him he won’t get the hint. 

- Once you do confide your desires with him then he will try his hardest to fulfill them. He wants to provide you with as much happiness as he possibly can.

- Please go slow with him at first, the feeling of you attending to his needs is unusual but not unpleasant. 

- He’s gonna be a bit stiff at first and a little quiet, but once you loosen him up with some kisses he’ll slowly relax. 

- He’s surprisingly a soft bottom, please hold his hands and make sure to look in to his eyes as much as possible, he finds it intimate, he feels vulnerable but he enjoys it and wants to hear you say that you love him. 

- Oda is the type to enjoy giving pleasure as much as he enjoys receiving it so don’t be afraid to sit on his face either! 

- Afterwards he’ll try to get up and take care of the aftercare so you’ll have to put him in his place and remind him that you’re taking care of him tonight. 

- This definitely won’t be the last time you top him, he’ll request to bottom on nights when he’s feeling stressed or tired!

[piss-pumpkin]

Reflections (Hunter/Golden guard x reader)

Tw- Mild panic attack description (I kept it pretty vague don't worry) Also Lilith is still a villain in this, but like Hunter is in the middle of his redemption arc 

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~a world on which one can see their soulmate in the mirror~

You were quite familiar with the mirror in your bathroom. Each morning, you saw the face of a rather cute guy, and this morning was no different. As you brushed your teeth, the red eyes of a boy you didn’t know stared back at you through the glass. Sighing, you indulged in what had become your routine as soon as you saw him. Putting your toothbrush down, you pushed up to sit on the counter, inches from the mirror. You checked every angle, examined every detail, and did your best to memorize every scar and every pore to ensure that if you ever saw him, you’d know.

You carefully traced where his biggest scar was on your own face. His hands were scarred too. You wondered what he could have done to get that, or the bags under his eyes… you traced the shape of those too.

                                                       …

There were no mirrors in the emperors castle. Belos made sure that nobody was distracted, nobody could look and wonder, and his little Golden guard wouldn’t have anyone to hope for.

But his logic was faulty. At night, when he was sure nobody would see, the castle halls devoid of any life, he carefully took off his Golden mask, and stared at the reflection. In the dim moonlight and gold tint of the metal, he saw them. His soulmate. That’s what comforted him whenever his uncle lashed out. His eyes fell of their face again, and he smiled softly. One day he’d meet them. Maybe he’d even get them to join the emperors coven, and work side by side with his soulmate. Things would be better then.

                                                     …

The Golden guard was to accompany Lilith on a quick mission to snatch her sister. Walking together, they always had an air of power and authority, the two highest ranking members of the emperors coven. The citizens of the boiling isles didn’t know how childish the two really were together.

“Just stay behind me, Golden brat,” Lilith whispered as they approached Eda’s market stand. She was walking fast, trying to keep the Golden guard out of her sight line.

“You know I can report you to my uncle for insubordination, right?” Hunter threatened. The lighthearted tone of his voice was meant to be menacing, and Lilith was not immune, despite her status.

She huffed, “let’s just get her and get on with it.” She slowed down her pace so that Hunter walked beside her. “There, over there,” Lilith pointed to the stand. The grey haired owl lady was trying to drum up some business… and she wasn’t alone. While Eda stood on the table yelling at passing witches, a younger witch manned the till, taking money from the poor souls the owl lady was scamming. Hunter squinted through the thin eye holes of his mask, they seemed vaguely familiar. He couldn’t place from where.

”Alright Golden guard, I’ll talk to her while you go behind… only attack if I can’t convince her, okay?” Lilith sighed, ever hopeful. Hunter nodded, and stalked behind the curtain, listening in on the conversation.

He had never assisted Lilith in the missions to recruit her sister, but he’d heard from Steve that it was always the same. They talked, Edalyn refused, and Lilith inevitably failed. It was happening again, and the Golden guard leaned on his staff as he waited, eavesdropping on the argument.

“Edalyn just come with me, we can cure your curse together,” Lilith sounded desperate.

“I’m doing just fine in my own, Lillie,” Edalyn huffed, “if this is all you came to say, then you can leave!”

Another voice spoke from the other side of the curtain, “You aren’t welcome here anyway, coven head.” They sounded cold and quiet.

”You tell her’ Y/n!”

Lilith grumbled. She sighed before speaking, “Then I have no choice but to take you by force, Edalyn.”

That was his signal. Hunter crept out from behind the stand and placed his staff, alight with magic, against the back of the owl lady. With a smirk in his voice, he chirped, “This should be relatively painless if you don’t move.”

Before the owl lady had time to react, her apparent partner in crime did. In a blink the Golden guard felt the ground shake behind him, and before he could look, he was struck behind the head by a whip of vines.

Hunter stumbled forward, and Edalyn lunged at Lilith, owl staff in hand. She swung the staff and released a blast of magic toward Lilith, “You know you can’t beat me, sister!”

Teleporting up to his feet, the Golden guard swung his staff swiftly, barely sparing a glance at his attacker. Though when they blocked with a wall of lush green foliage, Hunter had to look at them proper, to counter their movement. And look he did. As his eyes fell on the face of the wild witch, he stumbled. He didn’t teleport out of the way of their strike, instead letting their vines knock him off balance.

For a split second he thought he saw himself. But no. It wasn’t him, it was them. Them, who he’d seen before, who he felt he knew, in a strange way.

They moved quickly, kicking him to the ground and standing over him as they grew vines to trap him there. His reflection, standing over him. His soulmate. He felt himself blushing despite himself as he looked up at them. Hunter silently hoped Lilith was better at her job then he at his.

                                                         …

As luck would have it for Hunter, his hopes were correct, however unlucky for you.

The prison cell was dark. It was dark, and the air smelled like mold and moss despite how clean everything else was in the castle.  

You patted yourself down as you paced the cell, checking each pocket. No elixir, and Eda’s time was running out. Usually you had a bottle on you, for situation me like these. Today though, nothing. “Oh, Titan, Eda, I’m so sorry,” you said, stepping closer to her and sinking to the ground beside her. “I should have had something.”

”Oh Titan no, this isn’t your problem,” she put a hand on your shoulder, “and I’m sorry you have to deal with it so often.” She sprouted a few feathers from her neck.

You winced, and stretched an arm out toward her, “Eda, try not to move so much, you’ll make it worse.” You weren’t sure what you were reaching for.

”Chill out, Kid,” she reached to take you hand, but stopped when she heard. A creak, and a crack of light began to shine through the room, the basement door was open.

Neither of you could see, but you heard. Somebody was walking down with haste on the damp stairway to the cells. You silently looked to Eda, both of you formulating a plan of escape.

Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness long ago, and you saw the figure approaching clearly. The Golden guard. You once again looked to Eda, but his voice drew your attention.

It was shaky. And quiet. He seemed almost scared. “There’s… been a change of plans. You two are free to go.” His words echoed around the empty dungeon.

Once again, you looked to Eda, who seemed just as confused as you.

“What do you mean,” she asked. “My sisters been hunting me down for ages, and now that you finally got me, you’re letting me go?”

The Golden guard shrunk and clutched his staff. “Yes,” he said, reaching for his pocket. You could hear the keys jingling inside. He fumbled with them a moment before bringing them up to the lock.

Eda whispered beside you, and nudged you with her elbow, “This is weird, right?”

The Golden guard hesitated before he put in the key. Silently and subtly, you pointed at him. Eda’s eyes followed. The Golden guard had stopped, and stared at the lock. Or that’s what it looked like. The mask didn’t give away any emotion, or where his eyes were pointed.

A small sigh could be heard from inside his mask, and he rested his head a moment on the bars of the cell just above the lock.

Despite his… everything. Despite the grievances the Golden guard had caused you, you felt curious. Maybe even compassion. He seemed so… defeated. You moved to the edge of the cell where he stood, only a few inches and the bars separating your. “Golden guard… are you alright?” You asked quietly. He sighed again. The dim light reflected your soulmate in his mask.

“I’m… I’m alright. Thanks for asking,” he muttered. This is not what you expected from the Golden guard, after everything Eda told you.

“Uh, okay, then- I guess…” neither of you moved. You didn’t dare to. “C-can I ask why we’re being released?”

He shuddered. Eda hissed behind you, “How bout we don’t ask questions and just get out of here!” She had more feathers then last you looked.

The Golden guard shook his head, “No, no, it’s… there’s been a change of plans, that’s all.” He turned the key, and the cell door creaked open. The room was strangely silent. Very few witches were held in the castle, most inhabited cells in town. But Eda was special, and you were both placed in the belly of the beast, alone. The creaking echoed throughout the space.

Quickly, you turned back to help Eda, who was using most of her energy to keep the owl beast inside. You scooped her up and swung her arm over a shoulder, helping her walk out with haste as you followed behind the Golden guard. Eda’s hair tickled the side of your cheek as you moved to whisper to her, “Is this really the same Golden guard that we… feared?”

”I don’t know, but I don’t see anything good coming from asking him,” she shuddered a few feathers sprouting from her neck. “Let’s just… take this one. I’m not in the condition to fight our way out, Y/n…”

You glanced back to the Golden figure you were following. His cape flowed with his stride, and stopped with him as he halted in front of the dungeon door. Light crept through the underside of it, and you could hear the echo of a sigh under the boy’s mask.  

He was slow in his motion, unsteady even. You looked at Eda, finding her eyes on yours in similar expression. Silently and telepathically, you recognized the… sketchiness of the situation. He was too scared. It was practically radiating off him, his composure was wrong.

The door opened slowly, and as soon as it was, the Golden guard rushed through. As he entered the hallway, his head was on a swivel checking left and right for… anything. There must have been an understanding between the three of you, because you and Eda stayed in the shadows of the doorway until he gave a nod, a signal for you to follow.

He looked at the two of you as you hobbled out with Eda on your shoulder. His voice didn’t paint an optimistic portrait of your escape plan. “You can’t run like that, can you, Owl Lady?”

“That would not be a good idea, no,” she whispered.

He took a deep breath, and rolled his shoulders. “Okay… let’s just get moving.”

He took off walking at a brisk pace down the corridor, and you linked with the owl witch as quick as you could behind, hallway after hallway.

Then footsteps. The Golden guard didn’t hesitate, he stuck his arm out in front of you, signalling to stop. Neither you nor Eda moved, Titan, you barely breathed. Shallow, quiet breathes as voices grew louder with the coming footsteps. The Golden guard muttered under his breath, “Kikimora… we have to hide.”

Before you could think, he grabbed you by the free arm and teleported in a golden flash to a nearby door. Unlocked. Lucky. It was dark, and empty, and the Golden guard closed it quickly behind you.

He positioned himself directly next to the closed door, ready to jump anyone who might enter. With a silent movement of the neck, he gestured for you and Eda to stand beside him. Where you were easily protected.

The footsteps were just outside. Their walking shadows danced under the door, and you may have heard their words if your heart wasn’t pumping in your ears. It was as if time was frozen, and you were acutely aware of your spine for reason beyond your comprehension. In that moment you were fully aware of the mild back pain sitting in that cell had given you. The curvature of a spine was a strange thought too. You pressed your back against the wall to try and correct your posture. Your breathing grew shallower, barely any air making its way to your lungs. Spinal fluid is strange, how did spine have juice in them, how odd. Your back hurt, and the shadows underneath the door were blurry. In fact, once you looked up you realized most things were blurry, with black encroaching on the edges of your vision.

Eda’s voice was faint in your ear. She was beastly, and nearly too weak to talk. She pointed at the Golden guard.

“Y/n? Are you still with me?” His whispering sounded far away. “Y/n!” He hissed as he came back into focus. “Y/n, it’s okay, breath.” You breathed. Your head had grown heavy, and tilted on its axis slightly as you looked at his mask. Your vision was clearing as your eyes focused.

“I’m… okay,” you muttered. “Slight… panic attack, maybe.”

He nodded, and took your free hand while he watched and listened for the people passing. You thought about that instead of your spine, with your head rested on the wall for support.

”Okay, the coast is very much not clear, I don’t think we can leave that way,” the Golden guard said, pointing at the door. He looked at Eda, who had recoiled into you, more of her weight falling on your shoulder. “Titan, she can’t walk much further can she?”

Eda tried to say something, an effort she quickly gave up. You shook your head, “I don’t think so, no.”

He sighed, and ran his gloved fingers through his hair anxiously. “Okay, uh, new plan then. Can you guys… keep a secret, perhaps?

”Um..” his mask gave nothing of his expression away. “I.. I think so, yes.”

He let go of your hand, and started to pace in a small circle while he fidgeted. “Okay, well, we are close to my room, which has a… method of escape in it.” His fingers tried to itch at his hands as he thought. “Maybe he’ll hear us from here.”

The Golden guard rushed to the window, opening it and leaning half his body out. He lifted his mask to speak. Awkwardly, you turned away still holding Eda, avoiding looking at his face. It felt disrespectful. He whisper yelled something, aiming and enhancing his voice by cupping his hands around his lips. You couldn’t make out his words.

As he crawled back in the window, your back still turned, you had to ask. “Uh, Golden guard, why are you doing this for us?”

His lie didn’t last long in your mind, he knew it was weak. Emperor Belos hadn’t had a change of plans, it was just him. “Well…” You felt a hand on your shoulder, “I… have too.”

You maneuvered Eda around as you turned to face him. What met your eyes was… you’re face? No. No, not your face. His. His unmasked face, which was also, somehow, the face you saw in the mirror every morning. You’d grown to think of it as your own. Your hand moved by pure instinct to trace where his scar is on your own cheek as you looked at him, mouth agape.

”Y/n, uh, I’m sorry…” he muttered. Titan, for what? You wanted to ask, but you mind was swarmed with every emotion, frozen. The thing to break you from your trace was a bird. A small cardinal stopped rested on the windowsill.

The Golden guard looked over, his eyes alight with pride, “Palisman! You came!” He teleported over to pet the bird, and in his hand it turned to a staff. The golden guard whipped his head back to you and Eda, “You can fly down with him, get far away from the castle and get her some help.”

Still overwhelmed, you nodded. You moved with a start as quick as you could with Eda in her condition. He handed you the staff when you stopped in front of him. His eyes were a little different in person. When his face had your expression he looked a lot different.

“Golden guard… what’s your name?”

“Hunter,” he muttered, fist clenched at his side. He looked to the floor. “And… sorry again. For… all this.”

You found it in you to smile, “Thanks for this though,” you say, waving the staff slightly in your hand. “We… really appreciate it, Hunter.” You found yourself avoiding his gaze, looking instead to the wooden bird.

He was still looking down, avoiding your eyes as well, but you could see him blush. His ears gave it away. “Yeah… anytime, Y/n.”

You started to speak, but felt Eda shift on your shoulder. She needed elixir, badly. Lips pursed, you turned back to Hunter, “We have to go, like, now.” You paused before starting for the window. “I’m glad I met you… we’ll see each other again, yeah?” you smiled back at him before shifting the staff between your legs and putting Eda’s weight on it.

Hunter nodded slightly, then eagerly, meeting your eyes again. His face reddened further. “Yeah, I hope so…” he balled his fists at his sides and looked down again. “Also, uh…”

A scream could be heard down the hall. A faint cry for guards from a woman’s voice, Lillith’s, you presumed.

The Golden guard looked at the door, then back at you. He teleported closer to help hold the staff as Eda shifted her weight, the two of you nearly out the window. He looked frantically back at the door again. “Okay, you guys leave, also, Y/n, you’re really pretty and I love seeing your face every night, okay bye.”

He sputtered it his words just as you were pushing off the windowsill, giving you no time to react. You could feel the heat at your cheeks as you sped through the air, flying as fast as you could back to the owl house.

When Eda  inevitably recovered, you’d have to see him again. Maybe commit a crime or two, that would get his attention.

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no but wait let me add. can you imagine being cid’s spoiled little brat at the hideout. like after he saved you, he always took a particular liking to you and it went to your stupid little head. he made you feel like his little princess, always showering you with attention and molding you into this devoted little thing to the point where you’re always ready to greet him on your knees in his office when he returns from a mission, head empty and eyes wide and bright for everything little command that falls from his lips.

and it’s almost funny bc like everyone else is so sick of you calling yourself his little wife. and maybe while you don’t explicitly say it you imply it so loud with your actions. especially when cid is away. it’s the way you put yourself in charge of maintaining his study and keeping his belonging fresh for his arrival. you’re always making sure everyone stays in line or else ‘cid won’t be happy when he gets back’. you 💯 call him daddy in some occasions and tarja is ready to strangle you. it doesn’t help that gav is just as delulu and follows you around like a little puppy.

and oh when cid here’s about this he just gets this smug little look. tells everyone he’ll deal with you before bringing you to his study. there he picks you apart, teasing you by calling you his little brat, his little wife who can’t keep his name out of your mouth. so he spends all night making you say it until your voice is hoarse 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃

clari you are single handling fueling my unhinged behavior for this ff series ( once again sorry for the spam pls tell me if it’s too much ~)

omg anon what a fucking DREAM

warnings: female reader, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, extremely bratty reader, morally ambiguous cid, a lil bit of degradation words: 1.2k

okayokayokay so the thing(s) i’m writing for him (one is completely focused on him and pure filth like i mentioned, the other he’s a main character but he isn’t the focus) kiiiinda touches a similar idea because i just think cid would LOVE being with a brat. a playful brat; someone who provides a bit of a challenge without it feeling like any sort of tedious work, someone who keeps him on his toes and is FUN without truly acting out (those genuine tantrums seldom but fierce, only occurring when you don’t get something you desperately wanted, and that’s when he gets to go really Daddy on you, all strict and stern and steely eyes; but he can’t quite quell the self-satisfied little smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, threatening to shatter his entire act to bits).  

i just feel like if you were his girl, you’d be spoiled fucking rotten, no matter how hard he tries not to. he just can’t say no to your pretty pout and your puppy dog eyes, and he LOVES the way you giggle and squeal his name or his title whenever he gives you something you want—it’s so goddamn precious and it makes him go all melty and starry-eyed for you <3 he’d treat you like such a little princess 97% of the time and i can totally see some people at the hideaway being a lil sour about it because you get special privileges, you don’t pull your weight, you’re protected by the boss and if anyone dares to say anything they will be respectfully but sternly told to cut it out. cid always has the perfect excuses, expertly crafted and readily on hand or in his back pocket, whipped out the moment anyone even attempts to criticize you for your lack of contribution and work. 

if anything, gav loves you so much that he’s even worse, snapping at anyone who dares to say a single bad thing in your name, effectively earning him the title of your lovesick guard dog; so even when Daddy’s gone, and you get to play queen of the castle, they can’t say—or do—anything at all. it’s rare that you’ll leave your cid’s chambers alone when he isn’t around, gav glued to your side, ever-protective and watchful, ready to bark and bite at anyone who even looks at you wrong.

you really are cid’s precious little princess, they spit between themselves in hushed tones, with screwed up faces and soured tongues, making the word sound like an insult. 

there are definitely moments where cid absolutely has to tell gav to tone it down or reign it in, because in gav’s eyes you can truly do no wrong, an angel among mere mortals, ready to bend over backwards, snap his fucking spine, to your every wish and whim and will. 

and it isn’t like cid doesn’t understand the other inhabitants frustrations, doesn’t listen to their complaints and criticisms—it’s just that he really, honestly, genuinely can’t help but give you every single thing your sugary sweet heart desires. that doesn’t mean he won’t scold you for your behaviour, of course, when you’re bent over his desk and sobbing into the wood, when he’s balls fucking deep inside of you, head pressed snugly to your cervix, his voice a peculiar mix of fond condescension. his reprimands almost come out as coos, almost come out as praises, as if he’s proud, as if he finds it all so fucking cute, because as much as he wishes he didn’t, he enjoys this sick little game just as much as you do. 

he calls you his spoiled little brat, his snobby little slut, his bratty little bitch as he pounds into you, thrusts so hard they send his heavy desk skidding across the floorboards, each ram of his hips shoving it another inch or so forward, wood scraping against wood.

he spits curses about how you’re so fucking pampered, how Daddy gives you too fucking much, is too fucking lenient with you, and now, what? you think you’re the boss all of a sudden? and oh, Daddy guesses he’ll just have to put you back in your place, remind you of who’s truly in charge, even though he knows his bad little girl will have slipped from her ‘proper place’ by morning time—an inevitable outcome, just like you always do, just like he always lets you, just like he always looks forward to. 

and he’s so big, his cock is so big, it routinely rips you apart no matter how much you’ve been prepped, and he just loves watching you take it, either down your throat or in your cunt, stuffing your orifices fucking full of him, until you’re bulging and gorging on him, and then he fucks himself into you some more <3 by the end you’re oozing with him—his cum and his sweat and his spit, a whole mess of Daddy, a masterpiece. 

and even though he knows he shouldn’t play favourites, knows it’s wrong and unfair and essentially goes against everything the hideaway is supposed to be, he just can’t help but get this rush of arrogant pride anytime you dote on him, just can’t help but mollify under your requests and demands, always dripping like syrup from the prettiest pout, smooth and sweet and slathered all over him. but everything you do is harmless anyway—it isn’t like you’re hurting anyone by being a brat, so what’s the big deal?  

so what if you prance around in those silly, slutty lil milkmaid dresses he buys for you—the ones that are an inch or two too short to be considered decent, the edges of your fluffy petticoat just barely visible from beneath layers of linen, the lacy trim of the pretty panties he always gives you (after he ruins yet another pair) teasingly peeking out from under the fluffy frills when you bend over?

so what if you get a little bossy in the name of your Daddy, voice ringing with the slightest implicit threats—a saccharine lil warning sewn into your words, ghosts of my Daddy will...! haunting each sentence—when the other bearers don’t do what you want? 

so what if you don’t exactly do anything, your job nothing more than to sit there and look pretty, Daddy’s perfect little trophy wife, ready to serve him whenever he needs it, wherever he wants it, however he wants it?

so what if your room sits empty and abandoned, reduced to nothing more than storage for the outrageous amount of dresses your Daddy gifts you, while you live it up and lounge around in his quarters? 

what’s it all matter? it’s just a bit of innocuous fun, isn’t it?

any sparks of guilt are immediately snuffed out as he sinks into your cunt or rams down your throat at the end of each day, silenced by your gentle lips pressing soft kisses to his slit, or your cute tongue wrapping around his shaft, or your precious little gags and sobs and coughs as he spurts load after load of thick, hot cum down your throat. 

because the way you look up at him, the way you admire him so much, makes him feel like king of the fucking world, your love and adoration rushing through his veins like a potent drug, endlessly reinvigorating him—and that, well, that makes it all worth it, sin and culpability and remorse instantly erased from his mind. 

and oh, god help them all when he puts a fucking baby in you. 

[hlficlibrary]

hello, how was your day? :)

do you know some stories similar to „bruise you like a peach“ by falsegoodnight?

thank you for all the work you put into this block!

Hi anon! You're so welcome! I haven't read this fic but in looking at the tags I'll try and find you some that seem to match up!

it's not a walk in the park to love each other by maroonmoonlouis

“Um, where is your stuff? Have you even packed?” Harry tries not to sound irritated. Louis looks up to level him with an unimpressed glare. “If you had bothered to pay attention to the news, you would know that I’m pretty sure I can’t leave this apartment.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Harry demands, hoping his panic doesn’t show. If Louis missed his flight, Harry will personally pay out of pocket for a new one. He is that desperate for his alone time.

- Or the one where Harry and Louis are roommates forced to quarantine together, but they hate each other very much a lot.

catch me if i fall��by @shimmeringevil

“You– how do you–” Louis stammers before attempting to compose himself, fighting off the tidal wave of fear that threatens to wash him away in its wake. “No. You don’t. You don’t know.”

Every protest falling from his lips is in vain, because despite what he keeps telling himself, Harry knows.

Harry's widening smirk is answer enough as he steps forward slowly, walking up until he’s right in Louis’ space.

“You look like you need some time to process things,” he whispers with false-earnestness. Sliding a hand under Louis’ chin, Harry tilts his head so Louis is forced to look up at him. “Why don’t we take a little break and start up again later, so you can mull things over?”

OR - Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice by @harriblou

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

[jinxquickfoot]

@badthingshappenbingo: Knife to the Throat

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“There she is. Took you long enough, Bishop.”

Kate figures that walking into her apartment with all the lights turned out isn’t a good sign. When Clint goes to bed early, he usually does it by just passing out on her couch, New York light and noise pollution be damned.

An ominous voice calling her last name from the darkness isn’t a great omen either. Already calculating just how quickly she can get from the front door to her bow, Kate flicks on the lights.

First the darkness, then the ominous voice, and now her partner pinned to the couch he likes to nap on so much with a knife at his throat. Three signs Kate's pretty sure mean danger.

“Don’t,” Madame Masque warns her as Kate prepares to dive for her bow, still hanging up next to her impromptu archery range. Damn, she really needs to take Harley Quinn’s advice and put a baseball bat by the front door or something. “Put down your bag and lock the door.”

Kate does neither, dropping her gaze to meet Clint’s eyes. There’s a trickle of blood drying on one cheek, a split lip, and even from his seated position Kate can see he’s favoring one leg. He winces as he takes in her expression, exasperation and resignation in his next words. “If I tell you to run, you’re not going to listen, are you?”

“Of course not.” Masque leans further over the back of the couch so she can press the knife even closer against Clint’s neck. “The baby hawk is going to do everything I tell her to do, or I’m going to ruin her couch.”

“Sorry, Boss.” Kate drops the bag and locks the door, before turning back to face Masque. “I’m really fond of my furniture.”

“Cute. Shed the coat,” Masque orders.

Kate does as she’s told, raising her hands to show she’s unarmed. Unfortunately. “You know, it’s usually polite to call ahead before you visit someone’s home.”

“And usually it’s impolite to steal what isn’t yours,” Masque snaps back. “Come here. Now.”

Slowly, Kate makes her way across the room, taking in the rest of the apartment. It’s far too quiet. “Where’s Lucky?”

Kate can’t see Masque’s face behind the golden mask, but she can hear the satisfaction in her voice as she says, “Your idiot predecessor decided it was more important to get the mutt out the door than defend himself.”

Of course he had. Well, that’s one less factor to worry about.

Clint shifts slightly under the knife, but that just gets his head yanked back by his hair. Kate starts forward in alarm, only to slam to a halt as Masque presses down, cutting skin. “Stay right where you are. Next time it goes deep.”

Clint tips his head back to meet Masque’s gaze. “If you're looking for the tape, it’s already with Hill,” he says, far too calmly for someone being held at knifepoint. “It’s over.”

“It’s over when I say it’s over,” Masque snaps back. “And this isn’t about the tape. This isn’t even about you, Barton.” She lifts her golden face to glare at Kate. “It’s about her.”

Well, Kate has always wanted an arch-nemesis. She’s not a fan of the part where the villain threatens her loved ones though.

Clint sends her a look, suddenly far more worried than before, knife be damned. “She didn’t do anything,” he insists. “Hill and I set the whole thing up, not Kate.”

“She embarrassed me,” Masque hisses, actually hisses, Kate didn’t even know that people did that. “You think I care about some lost tape? No—I care about putting some dumb brat back in her place.”

“Hurtful,” Kate mutters. “I actually have a GPA of 3.8, so…”

“You will lose something tonight,” Masque cuts across her, and Kate feels her heart pound a little faster. Not Clint. Anything but Clint. She’s already lost her father, her mother, she can’t lose him too. She won’t lose him too. “It will be your choice what it is.”

“My choice?” Choices are good. Choices mean that there’s an option other than watching Clint get his throat slit right in front of her. “How generous of you.”

“Kate,” Clint warns, but he’s cut off when Masque angles the blade right under his Adam’s apple.

Kate can hear the unconfined satisfaction in Masque’s voice as she says, “Go get a knife. The sharpest one you have.”

“The sharpest one I…” Kate trails off, doing a mental scan of the apartment. “You want me to get a knife?”

“I thought Barton was the deaf one.”

“Okay, if you say so.” Kate backs into her kitchenette, careful to not take her eyes off Masque. She slaps her hand along the cabinets until she finds the cutlery drawer.

Masque cocks her head to one side. “What are you doing?”

Kate locates what she’s looking for, pulling out the plastic knife she keeps mostly for spreading peanut butter on toast, and grimaces. It’s still a little sticky.

The reveal is met with twin sounds of incredulity from the couch.

Masque winds her hand tighter in Clint’s hair. “Do you really want to be making jokes right now?”

“You said the sharpest knife!” Kate protests. “This is it! It’s kind of the, um, the only knife?”

There’s a beat of dumbfounded silence before Masque says, “Why do you only have one knife?”

“I’m one person! Why is this such a hard concept for home invaders to understand?”

There’s a flash of silver, and then blood is streaking down Clint’s face.

Kate starts forward with a shout, only to freeze when the knife is shoved back against her partner’s throat.

Blood continues to spill from the fresh cut, far deeper than the one on his neck, and way too close to one of Clint’s eyes.

“No more games,” Masque says, slowly and clearly. “You fight with a sword. I’ve seen it. So go get the sharpest one.”

Swallowing back the horror that she’s just gotten Clint unnecessarily hurt, Kate pads over to the archery range, locating the katana she never uses. It’s more ceremonial than practical—a gift from her mother on her eighteenth birthday. Even after everything that had gone down on Christmas, Kate hadn’t been able to part with it.

There’s a sharp intake of breath behind the gold mask as Kate brings the katana closer. “You own a Master Yoshihara blade?”

“It was a birthday present.”

“That’s sweet. Take it out.”

“Kate, don’t,” Clint starts, but breaks off again when the blade bites into the already existing cut.

Kate slides the katana out of its sheath. “What, are you challenging me to a duel or something?”

“A duel is carried out to defend your reputation. You’ve already cost me mine. And now, that same action is going to cost you, Bishop. Completely your choice. Barton’s neck, or one of your hands.”

Kate blinks, sure she’s misheard. “I’m sorry, what was the second choice?”

“One of your hands,” Masque repeats, as though that’s a perfectly reasonable request. “It was going to be just a finger or two, but I’d hate you to use a blade that masterful on something so small.”

“She’s not doing that.” Clint’s words open up his wound a little deeper, but he doesn't stop. “Kate, just go.”

“Then you’re going to die, Barton. Which is perfectly fine by me.”

Kate lifts the sword so it’s pointed straight at Masque’s face. “If you kill him, you have nothing left to stop me from fighting you.”

Masque huffs. “Please. You are not going to kill me. The best you could do is get someone up here to arrest me and I assure you, if you do that I will be free and clear within the hour and your precious partner will be rotting in a morgue somewhere. So make a choice, Bishop. Chop, chop—pun intended.”

“Of course it’s intended.” Kate forces herself to breathe, meeting Clint’s eyes again, trying to ignore the blood still dripping down his face. Her fault. She’s not going to let this get any worse. I have a plan, she tries to project at him.

Clint’s shoulders stiffen in the way that means he definitely understood her, and he definitely wishes he hadn’t. Still, he gives her the slightest nod, showing her he’s ready.

Kate flips the sword over in her hand, rallying herself. “Okay, I can’t just…” She makes a vague swing at her wrist. “I need a hard surface.”

“Then get on the floor.”

“Right, yeah that’s…. that’s a big surface.”

“Stop stalling. Or I’m making the choice for you and it’s Barton’s neck.”

Kate sinks to the floor, holding her free hand out in front of her. “Don’t. I’m doing the hand one, alright? I’m doing it.” She makes a show of psyching herself up. “Rand Enterprises still makes cybernetics, right? I think my not-stepdad might actually have some contacts there he could—”

She throws the sword.

If it had been anyone else, it would have sliced right through their face. The sword pings off the golden mask just as Clint wrenches on Masque’s wrist, disarming her a second before he dives out of the way of the ricochet.

He needn’t have bothered. Kate’s aim is true. The sword pings off the mask at an extreme right angle, embedding itself in the far wall and far away from where it might have hit Clint.

Masque stumbles, trying to right herself, but Clint’s faster. He drives across the couch, tackling her out of sight. There’s a thunk that sounds suspiciously like a knife handle hitting a skull, and then— “Kate? You alright?”

“Still got two hands.”

Clint’s head pops up from behind the couch, taking her in before he slumps over the cushions in relief. “I can see that. Anything else we need to worry about?”

“You’re the one who’s bleeding all over my furniture.”

“And you’re a superhero now, you should get used to bloodstains.”

“Gross.” Kate clambers to her feet, making her way over to where she can see the unconscious Madame Masque for herself. “Think she meant what she said about getting off scot-free?”

“Probably,” Clint admits. “That’s rich people for you, Miss I own a Master Yoshihara sword.” He dabs at the cut under his eye, wincing. “Find the first aid kit, I’m going to call Hill. Maybe she can stick Masque somewhere she can’t buy her way out of. And Kate?”

Kate pauses, waiting for the speech. God knows her mother gave it to her enough times. You’re reckless. You’re irresponsible. You need to do better.

Clint offers her a crooked grin. “Nice shot.”

Kate’s shoulders drop in relief, a warmth spreading through her chest. “Yeah, well, I have a somewhat decent mentor.”

“That you do.” Masque stirs with a groan, causing Clint to kick her in the head, knocking her out again. “First aid kit. Phone Hill. Then go get Lucky back and call it a night?”

Kate smiles back at him. “Sounds perfect, Boss.”

[couldntbedamned]

Goodbye Grey Sky, Hello Blue - 6

Summary:  In an alternate universe where trains and zeppelins are still common forms of travel and the internet and cell phones exist, nineteen year old Peter Parker has few options left after he’s swindled out of his inheritance. Unable to pay for college, let alone keep the house left to him by his deceased aunt, he’s running out of time before he’s out on the streets. Desperate, Peter signs his life over to the Bureau of Civic Spousal Selections to take his chances as the selected husband of a complete stranger. After all, he only has to make it through a year and then he can choose to annul.

Dr. Stephen Strange has little interest in marriage, preferring to focus on his career. When his career is threatened by what a nosy board of directors considers a “lack of personal fulfillment and settling down,” he opts to select a spouse through the BCSS and chooses Peter Parker. The young man’s profile he’d briefly skimmed suggests intelligence and compatibility. It’s not ideal, but if after a year it’s not working out, he can always annul the marriage and send Peter on his way.

It’s a marriage neither truly wants, with sharp learning curves for both. It’s either going to be forever or it’s going to go down in flames.

Warnings/AO3 Tags:  18+ MINORS DNI, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - 1950s/Modern Fusion, Doctor Stephen Strange, Jewish Peter Parker, Peter Parker is of Legal Age,  Marriage of Convenience, Marriage Contracts, Government Sanctioned  Marriages, Domestic Discipline, Dubiously Consensual Spanking, Spanking,  Aftercare, Mildly Dubious Consent, Dubious Morals, Dubious Ethics,  Asshole Stephen Strange, Smartass Peter Parker, Other: See Endnotes

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Chapter 6

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Stepping into the bedroom felt like he was stepping into another world, one that didn’t seem real. The previous night felt like lifetimes ago and he found himself wondering if he’d enjoy Stephen’s attentions again. Would Stephen even care about his pleasure tonight? Or would he just shove inside and fuck until he found his own end? Was that the point of the cage?

“I can practically hear your worried thoughts,” Stephen said, removing his shirt. “Was the sex last night so terrible?”

“No,” Peter said honestly. “I liked it. A lot.” He motioned to below his belt. “I just don’t know if I’ll enjoy it tonight.”

Stephen’s smile was borderline condescending. “Are you going to behave?”

“What exactly does that entail?” Peter asked. “I can’t exactly follow the rules if I don’t know what they are.”

“You can start by taking your clothes off and kneeling by the bed,” Stephen instructed.

He wasn’t sure if it was the tone or that he’d been given a clear task, but something in Peter relaxed even as arousal rushed through him. He stripped out of his clothes, folding them and Stephen’s before putting them in the hamper before making his way back to the bed.

There Stephen sat, legs just barely spread. Peter kneeled between Stephen’s legs and looked up.

“You’re very pretty when you’re not smarting off to me,” Stephen said, brushing his hand over Peter’s hair.

“’M not pretty,” Peter protested.

Stephen’s hand shifted to grip his chin. “Beautiful, then. Even when you’re being a brat.”

Peter couldn’t help but smile. He wasn’t beautiful, either, but something about the way Stephen said it felt right.

“Do you want the cage off for tonight?” Stephen asked.

“Will I get to-”

“Get off? Yes,” Stephen interrupted. “If you’re good for me. Stand up.”

Peter stood, too eager to worry about the fact that he was naked with a man he hardly knew. All he could think was that the previous night had been the most pleasure he’d ever felt.

“Are you sore?” Stephen’s question interrupted his thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Was I too rough last night or will you be able to take me again?”

Oh. Peter’s face flushed. “Oh, I mean, I can, yeah. I think. I’m sore, but it hurts in a nice way?”

“Good.”

Stephen had spent what Peter considered a stupidly long amount of time prepping him again. Peter would have been annoyed if it hadn’t felt so damn good, even if he couldn’t get hard without the hard confines of the cage pressing painfully against his cock. Who would have thought that a surgeon’s fingers would also know just what to do in bed? Probably lots of people, but not Peter.

When Stephen put Peter on his stomach and slid inside, the stretch was incredible. Peter had thought that maybe his wedding-night nerves had led to him thinking Stephen’s cock was longer and thicker than it really was… Nope. It just kept filling him, until Peter was sure he’d split in two, and then…

Stephen rolled his hips and Peter felt the heavy slap of testicles against him. He moaned and then clamped his mouth shut, embarrassed.

“No, let me hear you,” Stephen ordered. He sat back, pulling Peter up against him. His hand trailed down over Peter’s stomach to grasp his caged cock. When finally he removed the cage - biometrically locked! - Peter’s cock ached with how fast it grew hard.

“When you’re uncaged, your cock only comes from three things: my hands, my mouth, or my cock. Understand?”

“I-uh- oh -”

“Peter?”

“Hands, mouth, cock, got it,” Peter managed, rocking his hips into Stephen’s grasp.

“As much as you want,” Stephen said, stroking him. “As long as you follow the rules.”

“Yes, I understand,” Peter said on a moan. And he mostly did, kind of.

When Stephen began to move, thrusting in and out of Peter, every thought in Peter’s head vanished except for the thought that it felt. so. good.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, Peter gave himself over to Stephen’s use. It was difficult not to, when every long stroke of Stephen’s cock hit spots that had him seeing stars and moaning loudly. Stephen wasn’t rough, exactly, but he didn’t treat Peter like some fragile doll. He chased his own pleasure as he moved, sucking on Peter’s neck and stroking Peter’s cock.

By the time he lost control and slammed in once, twice, three times and stilled, filling Peter with that same sticky heat he’d felt the night before, Peter had coated Stephen’s hand in his own release, utterly sated.

Stephen gently wiped Peter clean of the lubricant and evidence of their releases. He was already snoring lightly, having fallen asleep after Stephen had, as he’d done the previous night, used him thoroughly.

If nothing else in their damned marriage, they were at least compatible sexually. Peter, whether he realized it or not, wanted Stephen to be in control and tell him what to do. He contemplated putting the cage back on Peter, but decided against it; if he woke up he’d want to fuck Peter again and the happy moans the young man made as he came were delightful. In the morning, then.

He was dreaming, he had to be.

In the dream Stephen was pressed close behind him, one of Peter’s legs lifted over his hip. It made the angle of his cock thrusting in, taking Peter yet again narrowed to almost a pinhole. With every stroke, every roll of hips Stephen’s hard, heavy cock brushed against something so perfect inside of Peter he couldn’t keep from crying out.

His cry of pleasure woke him up.

It wasn’t a dream; Stephen was fucking him again and tired though he was, Peter wanted more.

“Awake, Peter?” Stephen murmured in his ear.

The arm wrapped around Peter’s front tightened and his other hand teased Peter’s hardening cock. He drove into Peter again and again, groaning harshly when he felt Peter shudder around him in pleasure. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Good boy, just like that.”

“S-Stephen!” Peter gasped out when he felt his cock pulse in the man’s grip, spilling a white mess that didn’t seem to bother him.

“I can make you feel like this all the time,” Stephen said lowly. “All you have to do is be obedient.”

Floating too high to respond, Peter could only go limp as Stephen chased his end and after what felt like blissful ages, finished with another release of heat inside of him.

Peter would never be sure if the “These sheets will definitely need to be laundered.” he heard was another dream or not.

The vibration of his phone’s alarm woke him up. It was six am which meant he had an hour to cook breakfast. He got out of bed, eased his way to the bathroom to relieve himself, and dressed, wincing slightly at how sore his ass and various muscles were. No doubt Stephen would lock him back up, later.

Down in the kitchen, Peter pushed the aches he felt from his mind and got to work. He whipped up a custard for French Toast and let some bread soak. Then he copped up turkey sausage and vegetables to cook with shredded potatoes and eggs in a scrambled hash. Hopefully that would be enough for Stephen, along with coffee.

It was easy to get lost in the motions of cooking, and by the time Stephen made his appearance at the breakfast table, Peter had his food and coffee ready to go. For himself, he’d cut and toasted a bagel, smeared the halves with cream cheese, and topped them with lox. He also halved a grapefruit and brewed a cup of tea.

Stephen eyed Peter’s breakfast with some confusion, but shrugged and ate his own without comment.

They ate in peace until Stephen had cleared his plate and gotten up to refill his coffee. When he sat down, he spoke.

“Are you sore?”

Peter nearly spat out his tea. “What?”

“It’s a simple question,” Stephen said. “Are you sore from last night?”

“Which time?” Peter asked. “When I was awake or when I was asleep?” Yeah, that probably hadn’t been the best way to phrase it.

“Peter,” Stephen said in a warning tone. “I could hear you hobbing around this morning and I need to know if you’re even up to a day out and walking around or if you need to rest and take some ibuprofen.”

Peter scowled at what remained of his bagel. “I’m sore but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” He wasn’t quite sure how else to put it. “I should be fine by tonight, I guess.”

“I’m not going to have sex with you if you’re in pain,” Stephen said evenly. “I do have some restraint.”

Peter didn’t mean to let out the little snort. He really, really didn’t.

“Is there something you’d like to say to me?” Stephen asked, eyebrows raised.

Peter was quiet for a minute. Then, “I feel like this is a trap,” he said. “But I didn’t expect to be woken up with sex. I didn’t even know that was a thing people did.”

“It is,” Stephen said. “And it may happen upon occasion.”

“Couldn’t you just wake me up?” Peter asked. “Look, I know I don’t exactly get to say no, and that’s fine, I guess. But I’d like to be awake for it, when it happens. If I’m awake, then it won’t be like I’m just an object.”

“You’re not an object,” Stephen said quietly.

“That’s what I felt like, when I woke up and realized what was happening. It felt good, I just wasn’t all that aware for it once I woke up.”

“I’ll think about it,” Stephen finally said. “Are you up for walking today or not?”

“I’ll be fine, once I get moving. A hot shower will help,” Peter admitted.

“Finish cleaning in here and then shower. I’ll be up shortly.”

Peter frowned. “Is it really necessary?”

“Yes. Argue and I’ll keep it on you for a month.”

Stephen left to the den and with a heavy sigh, Peter cleared away the dishes, wiped down the table, and loaded what he’d used into the dishwasher. After he set it to run, he trudged upstairs, wondering if Stephen would know if he got off in the shower before the cage went back on. Better not to risk it, he decided.

Peter had been to shopping centers in Midtown, but the one an hour north east of Sanctum Heights was nothing short of a marvel. The whole city was teeming with crowds, bustling about even on a weekday. Peter found himself studying the nearest skyscraping tower, looking up in awe as one of the zeppelins flying about approached and docked.

He’d never ridden in a zeppelin.

“Have you ever ridden in one?” Peter asked Stephen, pointing up at the sky ship.

“Many times,” Stephen said. “They used to be slower, but improvements are always being made.”

Peter nodded, considered. “I think I’ll stick with trains, given a choice.”

Stephen ushered him into the main doors of the shopping center, and they made their way to Kauffman’s.

Peter spent the next hour getting measured for slacks, shirts, blazers, and sweaters. He’d been hesitant to remove his pants for fear that the associate tending to them would notice the cock cage, but his boxers were baggy enough. Once the associate had his measurements, he was brought an array of clothing to try on, and if Stephen deemed it acceptable, an item was spirited away to be further tailored.

“They feel too small,” Peter commented.

“That’s because you’re used to wearing clothing far bigger than necessary,” Stephen said, not looking at him but instead studying a selection of ties.

Peter did get some say in what style shirts he tried on, along with colors. After a couple of hours, he had a few bags of items that were finished, along with undergarments and socks, and the associate took down Stephen’s information so that the rest could be delivered that week.

That wasn’t the end of it. Stephen took him to a shoe store, Kinney’s. It wasn’t as stuffy as the clothing store, thankfully. Peter ended up adding to his wardrobe a couple of pairs of oxfords in brown and black, house shoes, a pair of converse, and a pair of athletic shoes. He hesitantly studied a pair of sandals and at Stephen’s nod, carried them to the register with the others.

After shoes, it was on to Gimbels, and Peter knew he must have looked a gawking mess as he took in the stunning array of merchandise on display, with Stark Company’s Home Living line front and center.  When Stephen told him to get what he needed based on his time in the kitchen, Peter immediately moved to housewares and picked out a set of cutting boards, measuring cups, and another cast iron skillet. Pleased when he saw a wash cup and towel set on display, he added that to the cart as well. Stephen said nothing but paid for everything.

They ate lunch at the Tea Room inside of Gimbels and Peter was even allowed to order for himself. He did his best not to laugh at Stephen’s expression upon realizing he’d been locked out of the applications on his mobile that were linked to the hospital. (“Now they’re just being unreasonable.”)

When Stephen glared at him, Peter shrugged. “Is talking to me so terrible?”

Stephen frowned, but made simple conversation until their food arrived.

Doubleday Books made the whole trip worth it, in Peter’s opinion. Stephen told Peter to meet him at the counter in an hour and Peter happily wandered off to browse the books. He picked up a few books he’d been wanting to read and nearly cheered when he found the latest volume of Modern Science. He was just about to go look for Stephen when he heard his name.

“Peter?”

He whirled around and nearly dropped his books. “Betty?”

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Additional Tags/Warnings: Somnophilia

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Good Puppy - todobakudeku x fem! sub! reader

ೃ⁀➷ content warnings; smut, dom/sub relationship, bdsm, collaring, pet/puppy play, degradation, praise, overstim, face-sitting, spanking, humiliation, light subspace, light breathplay, thigh-riding, aftercare :)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

You bring a hand up to the bridge of your nose, rubbing at in tired annoyance.

It was already two hours past your shift in the office. And while you didn’t mind working overtime when it came to patrols, having to run your agency for a whole day by yourself was exhausting.

Your husbands -- well, they had decided to call in sick for some god forsaken reason.

Even after having woken up in bed with them, having seen for yourself that they were all perfectly okay, they decided to pull a sickie.

And you were reasonably pissed off.

“Do I need to be here any longer?” You sigh, folding one leg over the other and leaning further back in your chair. 

Macro, your sidekick, shakes her head. “You’ve done more than enough, Y/N. Thank you for staying overtime, I can handle it from here.”

Thank god for her, you think, after having left your agency and getting into your car.  Once you arrive home, you only have one thought going through your vengeful mind: you were absolutely going to crucify your husbands.

Opening up the door far too roughly, you rush in, collapsing onto the couch with a sigh. Maybe... crucifying your husbands could wait until tomorrow. Unless something really important happened, you could not fathom moving from this spot.

“Y/N? Are you home?”

Never mind.

Hearing Izuku’s nurturing and cautious voice call out to you puts your anger into gear again.

“Yeah, I am. And where were you today? I know for certain that none of you had so much as a cough.”

There’s heavy footsteps from behind you, before a warm hand is placed in your hair, massaging the scalp softly. “We’re sorry, sweetheart.”

With a huff, you grab Izuku’s wrist, forcefully stopping his movements. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it. It’s our agency, and running it with half of us is hard, let alone only me.”

There’s a kiss to the side of your neck. 

God-fucking-damn Shouto and his stealth skills. No matter how long you’ve known him, he always manages to sneak up on you.

“We got you something,” he whispers against the moist skin left behind from his kiss, sending chills down your spine. “It was Katsuki’s idea, but I think you’ll like it the most.”

Shouto’s hair has been pulled up into a small pony. He had only grown it out to nape length, so there wasn’t much there to tie up to begin with.

You tug at it, making him hiss through his teeth slightly. “If you think a present is going to...”

A black, leather collar enters your vision, and your vicious ranting instantly stops.

“Hah? We plan all this out for you, and you still want to be a brat?”

With a gulp, you look up, searching Katsuki’s harsh crimson eyes that seem to look at yours with passion.

“I,” you start, before taking a deep breath. “I’m still mad at you guys for ditching.”

A cold hand traces your jaw, making you sit up straighter. Another, much warmer hand, softly grasps your throat. Simultaneously threatening and comforting as it does nothing to prevent your breathing.

“We’ll explain later. But right now, we want to make sure you’re the perfect little puppy for. Can you do that for us, pretty girl?” 

Izuku’s voice has gotten a bit deeper, unnoticeable to anyone but the four of you. 

Shouto’s hands tighten, just slightly, but it causes your breathing to pause for a moment. Oh, the power they held over you -- it was as frightening as it was enticing.

You nod biting the inside of your cheek as your eyes start to cloud over. 

“Turn around,” Katsuki says gruffly. You do, shuffling around on the couch until your back faces Katsuki and your front presses against the cushion. “It’s a nice fuckin’ view ‘round here.”

You roll your eyes, but Shouto catches your gaze as you do so.

“Hmm, I thought you’d want to be a good girl for us, darling.” A red eyebrow raises, his cold hand moving to cradle your cheek.

You did. You really fucking did.

With a small, content sigh, you lean into the cooling sensation his quirk provided. “I’ll be good,” you murmur.

The feel of leather around your throat is somehow grounding. The brush of Katsuki’s silk soft hands brushing against the hairs of your neck make a tingle rush down your spine.

“There we go,” Katsuki mutters under his breath. The sound of the belt clicking together echoing around the quiet room. “This means we own you. Doesn’t it, puppy?”

Yes. Yes. Yes. That’s the only word rushing through your mind, your head nodding rapidly to the pattern.

Izuku’s soft lips meet yours, causing you to gasp into the sudden, but not unwelcome, sensation. No matter how many times they kissed you or you watched them kiss each other, it didn’t get old.

Feeling soft tugs at your shirt, you break away from the intimate embrace, allowing Shouto to take off your clothing. 

It continues like this for a while, Shouto and Katsuki kissing each other and working off your clothes while you savour Izuku. 

You press into Izuku once you feel Shouto start to unclasp your bra, your core heating up -- like an oven, just preparing for the main event.

Izuku moans into the kiss, biting at your bottom lip softly, tugging at it and letting go. Bringing your hands up to the back of his neck, you pull and grab at the small hairs there.

Breaking away, you push your head into Izuku’s neck, whimpering as Katsuki delivers a harsh slap to your bare ass.

Shouto tugs at your hair, then, forcefully turning your head towards him. “On the floor, now. Good puppies don’t go on the furniture,” he says harshly.

You nod hastily, scrambling to the carpeted floor. The three men look down at you, all sitting close together. The position makes you feel small and weak, especially compared to their taller, more muscled bodies.

“Look up,” Izuku says, patting at your head. You do, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. Izuku hums, leaning down a bit, before spitting in it.

“You better fuckin’ savour that,” Katsuki hisses, glancing at you as if you were nothing but a mere bug. “Don’t swallow it. Do you know how many extras would fuckin’ die to have the number one hero’s spit in their mouth? Be grateful.”

With a pathetic whine, you nod, stray hairs falling into your eyes as you look at them. 

Closing your mouth, you wince as a harsh slap is delivered to your cheek. 

A cooling hand is immediately placed over it, soothing the ache. Shouto looks down at you with a soft smile, before starting to scratch at the back of your ear, like he would a real dog.

“Kacchan, you need to stop being so rough with her. She’s been a good girl so far, hasn’t she?” Izuku asks.

Katsuki raises a brow, placing a quirk-heated hand at the back of Izuku’s neck, making him instantly shut his mouth. “This is about her today, but I’m not afraid to put you down there too, slutty nerd.”

“‘m sorry sir,” Izuku immediately breathes out. With nothing more than a pleased hum, Katsuki moves his hand off of the man. 

You were stuck in dazed content, focusing on the soft and caring movements of Shouto’s elegant fingers. 

“Open your mouth for me, sweetheart,” Shouto commands. You do, but immediately realise what you had done wrong. No, you hadn’t mean to, you wanted to be a good puppy for them!

Shouto tsks, grabbing at your hair harshly and pulling you closer to him.

“I’ll get the fuckin’ leash. If puppy can’t even answer a simple order, then I doubt she can do anything else,” Katsuki hisses, getting up from the couch and heading to a nondescript bag.

He pulls out a light pink leather leash, with a clip on the end to attach to your collar.

You try to scramble away, but Shouto’s grip on your hair leaves you unable to get far. Hadn’t you been good enough? Why... why were they treating you like a rabid animal?!

“Puppy,” Izuku chides, placing a calloused hand on your chin, jerking your head towards him. “You want to be a good girl, right? C’mon, I know you can do this for me. For us.”

He was right, of course.

The leash gets attached, and you can feel the daunting fear and excitement.

You’re pulled back harshly, your airway constricting, leaving you struggling to breathe. Freaking out, you tug at your collar, your eyes squeezing tight. The pressure is gone quickly, after that.

“Colour?” Katsuki asks, his voice lighter, just for the one question.

Choking, you try and get enough air back to formulate a response. “Y,” you gasp, “Yellow.”

Izuku kneels down, rubbing at your shoulder. “We don’t have to do the leash. It was more of an impromptu prop, anyway.”

You shake your head. You liked it, it was just the sudden control disappearing from your grip that had caught you off guard. “I like it. But maybe not so rough?”

Izuku nods, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Colour?” Shouto asks, petting at your head. He really seemed to enjoy doing that.

Exhaling deeply, slipping into your mindset again, you nod. “Green, sir.”

There’s a lighter, more pleasurable tug at your leash. “Deku. Lay down.” Katsuki’s voice has gone back to a deeper, more controlling tone, as he glares at the hero.

Izuku nods, albeit hesitantly, as he leans back and lays fully against the ground. 

“Puppy,” Shouto coos, and you turn to him. “Do you want to feel good?”

Of-fucking-course you did! You shuffle over, closer to Shouto, nuzzling into his spread thighs. 

“No. Go sit on Izuku, I think you deserve it,” he whispers, jerking his head towards a now interested and pleased Izuku.

Moving over, you maneouver yourself, so your pussy is hovering just a bit above Izuku’s face. Now, you just wait for the go-ahead. 

A tug on your collar makes you yelp unexpectedly. With watery eyes, you plead with your meanest dom -- Katsuki -- to enjoy yourself.

“Beg,” Katsuki insists, settling next to Shouto, placing his hand on the man’s inner thigh, making him shudder. 

Dignity be damned. It had been for years at this point, anyway.

“Please, sir,” you whine, “Please, I’ve been good, haven’t I? I’ll make you all feel so good too, please, just let me--”

Rough hands wrap around your thighs, and you’re pulled down. 

The two of you were certainly going to be punished for that reckless choice, but at this point, neither you nor Izuku could give a shit.

“Yes,” you moan, feeling Izuku’s tongue trace you clit, pleasure sparking up your spine. “Please, please, please,” you murmur, the coil in your stomach starting to tighten.

Izuku starts to mutter, an adorable thing you and your two other husbands had found he did when giving oral. 

He starts to push his tongue in you, and you can feel all your thoughts melt away. 

If you can focus enough, you can feel the words Izuku says into your skin. “Puppy, good girl, good puppy, taste so good, my puppy--”

Oh, it felt so good.

You need to get a grip -- literally. One of your hands is used to keep you up right, and the other makes its way into Izuku’s head of hair. You unknowingly tighten it, making the man below you squeal.

Doing so makes him reach your favourite spot inside you -- causing your head to throw back, your mouth opening in ecstasy.

Grinding a little, you watch as his grip on you gets harder and harder -- the pressure causing the skin around his fingers to lighten.

Just a bit more, you think. You were close now.

“Please, nearly there, ‘Zuku,” you gasp, “C’mon, c’mon, c’mon.”

One last, purposeful stroke against your clit makes you cum. Your breath is high and whiny, your skin flushed. 

Accidentally, your clammy hands make your grip waver, causing you to collapse.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumble, moving off of Izuku.

He licks his lips, the action doing nothing to get rid of the slick on his face. “You’re so good, puppy.”

“You’d call that being good?”

The sentence is like a bucket of ice-cold water being dumped on the both of you. Somehow, you had completely forgotten that the two of you were going to be murdered.

Katsuki stands up, boots hitting the ground almost ominously. “Because I’m pretty sure I can say for the both of us,” he looks to Shouto, whose eyes are blown out, lips kiss-bitten as he watches the scene play out. “That you two are the biggest fuckin’ brats around.”

You shiver under his gaze, attempting to cover yourself with your arms. You felt so vulnerable now.

“I-It was me, Kacchan,” Izuku says, trying to at least cushion the fall a little bit. “I pulled her down -- she was waiting for you!”

Katsuki walks closer, stopping just before his boots step on your stomach. You were still laying, stock still, fearful for your punishment.

“Did she not keep going?” There’s a tug on your leash, making you move up from your laying position, and into a kneeling one. Your breaths become shallow.

“Did she not... get off on it, like a fuckin’ bitch in heat?” You shrink under his accusatory gaze, but Izuku comes closer, pulling your head into his chest protectively.

“Sir,” Izuku continues, eyes wide as he looks up at the domineering man. “Punish me. Puppy did nothing wrong.”

“I’m still here, you know.” Shouto’s voice calls out, making you peek up from Izuku’s body a bit. 

“And what do you say, Sho?” Katsuki mocks, levelling a glare Shouto’s way.

Shout shrugs, looking at you and Izuku softly. “I think they’re both at fault. I have a propostion that would benefit everyone -- it would teach them a lesson, and we’ll have our fill.”

Katsuki hums, moving his boot up to press against Izuku’s crotch, making the man keen and yelp.

“I’m listening.”

“Three orgasms for ‘Zuku,” the man pales under Shouto’s gentles eyes, “And five for puppy.”

You shake your head. Five?! 

Katsuki’s mouth twists into a sadistic sneer. “Knew I married you for more than your pretty face, Sho,” he chuckles mirthfully. 

Shouto moves to you first, pulling you onto his still clothed thigh. Leaning into your ear, he whispers, “You can do it with just my thigh, right, darling?”

Resting your head against his shoulder, you whimper as you start grinding.

“S’all a pretty puppy is good for, hm? Such a bad girl, but so good when it comes to getting what she wants.”

It goes on like this for over an hour. 

You and Izuku both have one more to go, and after the heavy insisting (commanding) from Shouto and Katsuki, you finish together. 

Izuku nearly bends you in half, pressing your thighs against your chest as tears fall from your eyes. Your brain had turned to mush, you felt floaty. On cloud nine.

Your green-haired husband, too, starts crying from his own overstimulation. He leans down, nuzzling into your breasts as he pushes in.

At this point, all you feel is buzzing pleasure -- almost static in the way that it doesn’t even feel personalised anymore.

Once the two of you do finish, it’s together, both of you sobbing each other’s names in pained pleasure.

You instantly seek his body heat, the two of you embracing each other pitifully.

“Hey, hey, you two did so well,” Shouto reassures, him and Katsuki rushing to the ground to help the two of you come down.

Your body feels like it’s floating, your head just bobbing on top of the water along with it. 

There’s a hand in your hair, and you instantly follow the touch. “Hmm,” you mumble, eyes closed as you stay close to Izuku.

“Deku-- Izuku, there you go, you were good, so good,” Katsuki’s gruff voice whispers, Izuku’s bubbly laughter following the statement.

You both felt -- and looked -- drugged.

Whining, you struggle (barely) against Shouto’s arms pulling you into his chest. He wins, cradling your head into his neck as he picks you up. Katsuki picks Izuku up, the two of you weak to their touches.

“Katsuki, should we run a bath? We can cuddle and help them drop there?” 

The rest of their conversation is like muffling to you, but the feeling of being held while someone walks around stays.

When a hand comes up to remove your collar, you wrench away from it. “No,” you say, shaking your hear sluggishly, “’m puppy.”

“Leave it on her, she’s still too far in,” Katsuki murmurs to Shouto, Izuku cradled in his arms.

There’s a period where you can feel nor remember anything, until water embraces you like a comforting embrace.

You sigh happily, letting yourself be pulled into a large chest. 

“I love it when they’re like this,” Shouto says, gently cleaning off your breasts, face and shoulders. “They’re so calm, compared to them on the job.”

Katsuki huffs in response, stroking Izuku’s hair fondly. “Yeah, it’s a pretty good sight.”

There’s more talking between the two -- and if you focus enough, kisses, before you start to become more aware of your surroundings.

“Ah, I think she’s coming to,” Shouto remarks, looking to Katsuki. “Swap? You’re better with her, and I’m better with ‘Zuku.”

You don’t debate it when there’s more moving around, swapping one large chest for another one. 

This time, your front is pressed against his front, your head just underneath his jaw. “So good for us,” Katsuki murmurs, “Good puppy. Good girl, you can join us now.”

And, with no small amount of effort, you do.

“Ngh,” you can hear Izuku breathe, “‘m... Sho?”

You watch with bleary eyes as Shouto presses a soft kiss to Izuku’s forehead, the latter blushing as he does so. “Welcome back, beautiful.”

Smile. You can feel yourself smile, your lip stretching of their own accord.

You loved them.

Gods above, you really loved them.

Bringing a hand up, you feel the leather still wrapped around your neck. Maybe... 

Maybe you could be their good puppy for a little bit longer.

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[duskamethyst]

broken reverie.

a/n: he’s not wearing glasses in this one.

word count: 3.9k

genre: smut, nsfw, college AU

warnings: taboo rs, slapping, spanking, choking, face fucking, brat taming (kind of), slight degradation, creampie, age gap (nanami reaching 40)

pairing: professor!nanami x f!reader

summary: professor nanami calls you to his office to ‘talk’ about your terrible performance in his class.

maybe you went too far.

or else you wouldn’t have ended up in his office. 

but is this the outcome you coveted? yes.

the door creaks behind you before it closes again as you sit and wait in front of the big wooden desk. you were kind of excited when he told you to come and see him at his office earlier but now you’re having a whirlwind of emotions making your stomach churn and you don’t dare to look around to face him– even though he’s going to be sitting in front of you in a moment.

his shoes clack against the floor as he strides and sits on his chair. the air in the room feels dense when the male doesn’t say anything; as if you’re not in his presence to begin with.

he looks exasperated. a long, deep breath is emitted through his nostrils as he loosens up his tie from the collar. you only gawk at him in awe as he does so, but quickly snap out when he finally shifts his gaze at you. 

“so, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” he finally breaks the silence. the deep, husky tone of his voice fills your ear and you hope he doesn’t notice your thighs press against each other almost immediately.

“tell you.. what?” you mentally slap yourself. you’re clearly aware of what he’s insinuating but you’re suddenly lost for words. there’s a huge difference between seeing him in class and being alone together with him. it’s even more nerve wrecking than you imagined and oh god, is his ac broken? because it suddenly feels hot.

nanami raises a brow, evidently unamused. “i had the courtesy to make time for you when i should be having brunch now so i don’t appreciate you playing coy.” 

you gulp audibly, “i’m sorry, sir.”

“if it’s not clear to you yet, i’m talking about your grades.” he opens the drawer under his desk and pulls out a pile of paper before slamming it in front of you. you blink in surprise and flip through the pages, though you know you don’t need to see it when you already know what lies on them. there are a lot of red circles on the papers, namely yours, with huge unpleasant numbers on the corner ranging from 12% to 25%. 

then he takes out another file which you realize as your student record throughout your semester and the subjects you currently take. 

“i find it odd that you scored well for your other courses.” he skims through the pages. “you certainly didn’t cheat, i can tell.”

“no, of course not.”

“then, what’s the problem here?” his tired eyes bore into you as he waits for you to answer or come up with whatever excuse.

“well, i–” 

“you’re doing it on purpose.” he snaps.

it’s as if time comes to a stop. your cheeks heat up with humiliation and you can’t bring yourself to continue to look at him in the eyes. although you’re aware that your silence means compliance, you’re still jumbling up words in your head to deny his assumption. 

“are you going to tell me i’m wrong?” 

“yes– i-i mean–” you stammer.

“then enlighten me.” he glances at the branded watch donned on his left wrist. “we have time.”

you shake your head, “i have another class soon.”

“skip it.” he quickly retorts. “i’m sure you have no problems with that. your grades are doing well for that one, but certainly not mine.”

sweat starts to form on your palms as you look down on your thighs, purposely avoiding his eyes that hold nothing but so much intensity. you’re weighing between two options; to keep on bluffing or come clean. you don’t think that nanami would let you get off the hook if you keep on lying and you’d definitely be bombarded with more questions, yet the outcome of the latter would be so embarrassing and you don’t know if you can live it down for the rest of the semester.

you’ve fantasized about being alone with him but.. not particularly this way. 

gathering courage and taking a deep breath, you decide it’s best to just tell him the truth.

“you’re right,” you feel your ears burning, hands clammy. “i purposely failed your class.”

lifting up your head, you see the male grinning lopsidedly in his seat. maybe he’s pleased that you’re not wasting his time anymore, you’re not sure, he’s not easy to read.

“wasn’t that easy?” he folds his arms in front of his chest. “i have my own speculation but i wanna hear why you did it.”

“um,” you look down to your hands again, also half wondering what kind of bold assumption he has in mind. “i was dared by my friend.”

“wrong,” he scoffs. “and look at me while you’re talking.”

you sigh defeatedly and nervously fix your gaze. if you’ve learned one thing now, it’s that your professor doesn’t have tolerance for bullshit and he knows one when he hears one.

“i-i did it for.. attention.” 

“my attention?” he emphasizes, maintaining his stoic persona to mask his amusement of finding out that his speculation turns out to be indeed true.

you purse your lips in a thin line, nodding your head quietly. nanami remains to stare at you as he ponders in silence. you can hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears and you want to break eye contact so badly but you’re certain it wouldn’t be wise. 

“all that, just for a crumb of my attention?” he spits with a hint of venom in his voice. “are you happy with what you did?”

well, you’ve imagined him punishing you on his desk, fuck you raw or spank you with his belt until your ass turns red– not some serious interrogation.

“no, sir.” 

nanami props his elbows on the table, hands clasped under his chin to keep his head up. the air around him becomes even more threatening but it somehow manages you to feel even more aroused, making your toes curl in your shoes. you definitely need to get out soon.

“you know, if i have even one student failing my class, i could get into trouble and be questioned for my performance.” he starts. “to have you doing that for your own selfish incentive is unacceptable, don’t you think?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble with meek.

“besides that, you might have to retake this course again for your next semester and it’ll waste your time– or..?”

you stay silent to let him continue.

“or you were intending to be in my class again so you can see me?” 

“y-yes.” you bashfully admit after one silent moment, knowing that lying will take you nowhere. “i’m sorry, sir.”

nanami chuckles, finding your naivety to be rather entertaining. never has he ever met a student like you, outwardly expressing their interest in him by failing their paper. he’s not too sure what you’re trying to get out of him but maybe he can put one and one together. it’s pretty common that younger women have an attraction to older men like him and your classmates are.. well, not exactly the best looking either. 

“are you?” he smirks cynically. “do you have any idea how many students i have to monitor? how tiring my job can be?”

“yes. it was inconsiderate of me. i’m sor–”

“show me.” nanami cuts you off and leans back on his chair. maybe he can push you a little bit, he thinks. you owe him this anyway.

you blink, perplexed. “what?”

“you kept saying sorry.” he undoes two of the buttons on his blue dress shirt and spreads his legs apart. “talk is cheap. show me.” 

you do a double take as he taps his thigh and waits for you to come over. you have the faintest idea of what he’s implying but your body freezes and your brain short-circuits as if paralyzed.

“you chose to lie again? you’re not really sorry, are you?” 

“no, no! that’s not it. i just..” 

an ongoing battle takes place in your mind– sure that this is a part of your deepest, darkest fantasy yet you’re just baffled over how quick nanami catches on to it. now that your debaucherous dream has become a vivid reality, you don’t know which is the right step to take. 

“but if not now, when?” a soft voice in your head whispers. if desire could embody a voice, you think this is it. gentle, yet seductive as if it attempts to give you a push to pluck and have a taste of the forbidden fruit. 

“how much longer do you have to touch yourself to the thoughts of your professor before you go to bed?”

“although this could be a one time thing, at least you’d know how it feels like.” 

you slowly get up from your seat and make your way towards him. nanami’s eyes trail up at you, down to the floor then back up at you; gesturing you to get on your knees.

you settle between his thick thighs and look up at him timidly through your lashes before you bring your hands to undo his belt.

“no hands.” he quickly demands. 

you lick your lips as you figure the structure of the belt and how you’re going to take it off without the aid of your hands. the taste of cold metal and leather instantly invades your palate as you feebly use your teeth to tug the front loop of his belt. your head shifts awkwardly side to side until you finally get to catch the buckle between your teeth, pulling it hard before the belt soon unfastens.

nanami only observes you indifferently from above, yet the large tent in front of you doesn’t conceal the excitement he currently possesses. 

you take a deep breath before you continue on succeeding your quest. you twist your neck as you find and tug on the fabric loop that holds the button.

“i know you’re a smart girl.” he praises as he rests his hand on top of your head while you struggle to lift up the zipper with your tongue and grasp it between your teeth. the simple praise inflates your confidence and you become more eager to complete your task so you can claim your awaiting prize.

with valiantness, you finally lock eyes with him as you pull down his zipper completely to reveal the huge bulge pressing against the fabric of his briefs and the tip slightly poking out from the top. 

“hm? you still have to take it out, no?” he smirks as he notices you gape at the outline of his cock. 

you quickly pull yourself together and lean back up to the stretchy band on his waist. he hisses when he feels your tongue purposely graze against the flushed tip before you pull down the briefs by force to reveal the one thing you’ve been desiring for so long. 

you press your thighs together as a dull ache forms in your core from the sight of his thick cock standing proudly in front of you. it’s nothing like you’ve ever imagined– it’s better and you’ve finally found it worth going through all that trouble of failing his class (and using your mouth to take off his pants).

“this is what you want, isn’t it?” he sneers, titling up your chin with his fingers, brushing your lips with his thumb and pulling the bottom lip apart so he can see a row of teeth.

“y-yes, sir.” you gulp and breathe as you wait for his next command. 

nanami’s lips tug into a conceited smirk, “suck.” 

leaning down your head to the base, you flatten your tongue underneath the shaft and slowly drag upwards in favor of reveling the veins on his hard cock. nanami lets out a sigh of content when he feels your tongue licking his tip and his hand tugs on your locks by reflex. you look at him as you wrap your lips around the tip, slobbering the tip with your saliva and his precum.

“fuck.” he curses under his breath and his head falls back when the warmth of your mouth finally engulfs his throbbing cock as you take most of the length inside your mouth.

you hollow your cheeks together, head bobbing up and down as you struggle to take more of his cock that you nearly choke whenever the tip hits the back of your throat, but the hand on top of your head grabs a fistful of your hair and he pushes your head down to sink all his length inside your mouth deeper. when you want to pull away, he only holds you in place and remains his cock down your throat. 

“through your nose.” he mutters. tears start to well in your eyes while your saliva just trickles down to his balls as he screws his eyes shut and relishes in the pleasure that washes throughout his body. “i needed this so bad, you know?” 

your whines only give him more stimulation and his hips jerk in response, “just wouldn’t think that a student– fuck– out of all people would choke on my dick.” he lets out a sardonic chuckle as if something just crossed his mind. “it’s wrong, but that’s what makes it feel so good, isn’t it?” 

nanami keeps you in the position as he ruts his hips slowly into your throat. his eyes are closed in concentration and his lips part slightly in fast and short pants. you work on your gag reflex as you let him fuck your mouth, enduring the sharp sting on your scalp when he tugs your hair harder– at least you know you’re making him feel good.

“if i cum in your mouth, you’d gladly swallow, won’t you?” 

you can feel his cock twitching when you let out a choke of assent from your throat but you splutter as soon as nanami abruptly pulls away his cock because of a sudden knock on the door that startles the both of you.

“get under the desk.” he urges and you quickly crawl to hide while he coughs and inches closer to his desk. “come in.”

you hear the door open followed by echoes of footsteps before it comes to a halt in front of his desk.

“didn’t i tell you to contact me before seeing me?” his voice is laced with irritation yet collected as he speaks. you can imagine the agitated look on his face, thinking it would be only natural for anyone to assume that he’s already having a bad day. and to them, interrupting the peak of his orgasm is most definitely not it. 

without a second thought, you take back his dick inside your mouth. a spur of triumph swells in your chest when you feel his body jolts in surprise. you think it’s only fair since he has choked you with his cock and what perfect timing to carry out your petty vengeance when the man is busy advising his student. 

however, nanami shifts on his seat to give you more access to take more length of his cock. he tries to stay composed as he feels your tongue gliding up and down his shaft but once the wet muscle prods against the slit, he emits an oddly sharp exhale. you can hear him almost stammering as he speaks and the way his tone changes to conceal the squelching sounds you elicit from underneath the table as you please his cock with zeal.

“so, i want you to fix the mistake and hmm..,” his hands ball into fists on the table as he takes a deep breath. “show me in class tomorrow.”

“sure. uh, are you okay, sir?” you hear the voice say. “you don’t look well.”

his eye twitches when your tongue wraps around his balls, taking one inside your mouth to suck harshly.

“yeah, fine.” he clears his throat. “thanks for asking.”

nanami only watches as his student turns to walk towards the door until the door closes behind him. once he’s sure that the student has left the door, he finally leans back on his chair in relief. 

“fuck.” he groans, glancing down at you as you look up at him innocently with doe eyes and your swollen lips wrapped prettily around his balls. yet, he looks dissatisfied more than anything. 

nanami grabs your arm and drags you out from under his desk until you’re on your feet, “i never took you as a fucking brat.” he lifts up your skirt and bites back a groan once he sees the damp patch on your panties. “did you touch yourself?”

you hum a ‘mhm’, feigning guiltlessness as he grazes his fingers on your inner thighs. 

“you’re just asking for me to touch you here, hm?” shivers run up your spine when his thumb ghosts over your wet slit and up to your clit.

“y-yes.” your breath hitches.

“begging for me to push your head on the table and ram my cock inside you?” he muses, pressing on your clit as he watches you squirm. “is that what you want?”

“please–” you roll your hips slightly to soothe the ache on his thumb but a hand comes down harshly on your ass, gesturing for you to stop in a fierce manner.

nanami chuckles mockingly, “well, that’s what exactly you’re not going to get.”

a whine elicits from your lips when he draws back his hands to his thighs and you glance at his dick; still throbbing and leaking precum from the florid tip. well, at least he hasn’t put it back inside his pants, so you still have a chance.

“come on. you haven’t shown me how much you’re sorry.”

with your inhibitions already flew out of the window, you stand in between his thighs, hoist the skirt to your waist and tug your panties to the side before squatting down to smear your slick on his dick. sparks of arousal swim through you as you grind your clit on the tip before you sink down, gasping as his thick cock stretches your cunt and down until you’re filled to the brim.

you glance at the male expectantly, waiting for him to move but he raises a questioning brow at you, “if you want something, work for it.”

not exactly what you sought for, but it should suffice. you begin to gyrate your hips slowly, adjusting to his size before you can pick up the pace. you fight the urge to hold onto him for leverage, in fear he wouldn’t appreciate the crumple on his expensive dress shirt later.

as you become more delirious, you start to hump his cock vigorously, whining like a bitch in heat as you feel every vein and ridges on his cock brushing deliciously against your walls. nanami lifts the hem of your shirt and brings it up to your mouth and you quickly catch it between your teeth. 

“the door isn’t locked, you know.” he muses, staring at your bouncing tits with half lidded eyes; mesmerized and thick with lust. “what’s going to happen if someone comes in and sees you bouncing on her professor’s cock like a little whore?”

a low, guttural sound rips from his throat when he feels your walls clenching around him in response.

“you’d like that, don’t you?” he smirks, tugging your bra down slightly and brushes his thumb against the erected nipple, making you mewl through the fabric in your mouth.

“you know you’re not supposed to do this but,” he brings up his thumb to caress your cheek. “you’re just so eager to please me, aren’t you?”

you sniffle in response, hands clutching on his solid thighs as you melt into his soft gaze before it’s gone in an instant.

“but i don’t like brats.” he sneers, drawing his hand away to slap your breast. “i don’t like people making my job harder. are you a brat?”

you shake your head, he slaps again.

“you act like one. stop lying.”

nanami tugs down the shirt from your mouth, a part of the fabric already drenched with your drool. his large hand circles around your throat while the other grips your hip firmly to roll your hip even faster on his dick. 

“oh– feels good–!” you moan wantonly, eyes rolling back as you let him control your body and assert his dominance over you.

“fuck it does.” he presses your throat tighter on the sides, restricting air from entering your lungs but your walls squeeze harder in retaliation. 

“bratty little bitch. clamping down on me like that.” he grits out and slaps across your face. what seems to be a rather harsh form of treatment, the pleasure filled sting and the lack of oxygen only fuel your arousal that you don’t even notice the way you hump on his cock has become more rapturous.

“getting off to this?” nanami slaps your other cheek before he lets go of his grip around your neck and you’re finally able to breathe air again. yet, he doesn’t spare you time to gather yourself before he promptly lifts up your hips and starts to pound inside your cunt relentlessly. 

the position causes you to tip to the front and you immediately hold on to him; face burying on the crook of his neck while his cologne fills your senses and sends you into a state of frenzy. 

“you like me using your tight cunt like that?” nanami grabs your ass for leverage, the angle allows him to fuck you so deep that you’re able to feel his cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust. 

“y-yes–!” you cry, the pressure in your stomach building up as you inch closer to an orgasm.

“like it when i use you to take out my frustrations?” he spanks the meaty flesh; walls clenching tighter on his fat cock and more slick dripping down his balls. “you just want to be my little cocksleeve, don’t you?”

“yesyesyes– please–!” your body starts to tremble above him. “w-wanna cum–”

“then fucking cum.” nanami rams into your cunny faster, abusing the spongy walls until the pressure snaps and tips you over the edge. you moan breathlessly into his neck, while your pussy gushes and creams around his cock. 

“that’s a good girl,” he fucks you through your high, grunting and panting as he pushes through the pulsing walls in order to chase his high. “and good girls get rewarded, right?”

you hum in agreement, still dazed and swimming in ecstasy as you gawk at him with heavy lidded eyes; the sweat glistening his forehead and sharp eyes focusing on where your bodies join. 

“then you’re gonna get some huge load in this pretty pussy.” his pace begins to stutter, nails digging deeper into your skin before his cock twitches and his hips freeze as he paints your insides white with cum.

both exhausted bodies rest against each other, chests heaving as you and nanami take time to regain composure and come down from your highs. he lifts you up slightly to take out his spent cock and he tugs back your panties in place, not minding the cum that dribbles from your quivering hole. 

your legs tremble once you get off of him that you have to force yourself to find your footing as you fix your skirt while the older male pulls back his pants in place. 

“do your best for your next papers, no more of that bullshit.” he fastens his buttons and straightens his tie before raising his hands to brush against his sleek, light brown hair that’s mixed with a few strands of grey. “but if you have any problems, just come and see me in my office.”

nanami falls quiet for a brief second to contemplate and you straighten your back when you once again meet his icy gaze, “after hours.”

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[sanguinescorpios]

stream sniper

dream x f!reader

summary | dream is on an important stream and too busy to give you attention. unfortunately for him, you’re feeling needy.

warnings | smut, thigh riding, voyeurism, dom!dream x sub!reader, edging, cockwarming, orgasm denial if you squint, this is filthy

word count | 2.8k

it started out innocent. you had been missing your boyfriend; between your school work and his editing, you rarely got to spend time together despite living in the same house.

you admit, you were a needy partner. you liked to be attached to clay’s hip at any chance you got, and he just let you. during recordings, during editing, even during streams; you were always there. it didn’t matter if he couldn’t really pay attention to you or if you had to sit on the couch behind his set up, you just enjoyed being in his presence.

this one, however, was slightly different than the average stream. you could count on one hand the amount of times clay had refused to let you be present for a stream and every time he had, it was a trainwreckstv stream.

it was fine, you always said, you understood. of course he wouldn’t want you there for a stream like that. he had to focus a lot harder on how and what he said on train’s podcast because the demographic and content was so drastically different from his own, and you would only distract him. it wasn’t personal. still, you couldn’t help but feel bitter about it. you missed him; final exams week had just ended and the idea of spending worry-free quality time with him was what got you through it. so you did what your totally logical brain told you to do: walk in anyways.

the door creaked as you opened it and you cringed internally. your sock-clad feet tread lightly as you moved forward into the room, praying your boyfriend wouldn’t notice your presence.

he did.

being a faceless creator, he didn’t even own a camera to accidentally have on, so you were safe on that front. the look on his face, however, told you that you were not so safe after all.

“i thought we agreed on you not being here for this stream?” he asked after tapping the mute keybind on his keyboard. he spun around in his chair with an abrupt kick from his heel, trying and failing to veil his annoyance.

“we did...but i missed you.”

he rolled his eyes, still ticked off but not so much that he was willing to turn you away. he missed you as well, he couldn’t deny it. not having you in his arms for so many hours was excruciating, though he tried not to think so dramatically. clay waved you over to him, the corners of his lips curling up at your attire.

“is that my shirt?” he asked, and you nodded. placing his large hands firmly on your hips, clay kept you close to him while he took a closer look at the oversized red t-shirt. it hung loosely on you, two sizes too big and ending mid-way down your thighs. clay couldn’t help but notice your lack of pants, too.

swooping his head down, he pressed a kiss to your exposed thigh. you brought your hands up to your face, heating up by the second, and giggled.

“no pants, hm?”

you gave him another non-verbal response, bashfully shaking your head while looking down at him through your fingers. he tsked you before pressing another kiss against your skin, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most.

“naughty girl,” he remarked after a few more kisses.

“aren’t you on a stream right now?”

clay glanced behind himself at his monitor, watching as the grown men on the screen argued with each other over some nonsensical issue. returning his gaze to you, he shrugged.

“yeah, but it was getting pretty boring.”

without a warning, clay clumsily pulled you into his lap and spun the two of you back around in his chair. after giving you one more kiss, he placed his headphones back on his head and returned to the conversation on his computer.

“yo, dream, you’ve been pretty quiet, man,” train noted, just in time.

“yeah my cat was acting weird, so i was gone for a minute.” clay placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed, a stupid grin on his face. this was gonna be one hell of a night.

***

you hated to say it, but you regretted crashing the stream. the conversation was painfully boring and dragging on, but there was no way you could leave now with the hold clay had on you. one hand lay around your middle and the other was firmly gripping your thigh. with his calloused fingers rubbing circles into the crease between your leg and your torso and his confident voice rumbling in your ear, you weren’t sure if you’d make it to the end of the stream. maybe he was teasing you, or maybe you were just needy. either way, you were gonna need a little more attention than this.

you stretched your neck in order to meet clay’s gaze, hoping he’d see the desperation in your eyes. instead, he gave you a soft smile and a kiss on the nose before turning back to the screen. he expected you to turn back as well so when you didn’t, he took notice.

reaching to mute himself, he gave you a concerned look.

“you alright, baby?” he asked and you shook your head no, “what’s up?”

“need you,” you admitted, barely concealing the whine that threatened to escape your throat.

clay’s eyes darkened ever so slightly, making it feel like the air had just been sucked out of the room. he was thinking, debating what to do next as he bounced you on his leg. the pace was punishingly slow and you grit your teeth to hold yourself together. 

“i’m a little busy, pretty girl,” he began as you let out a whine, “you’ll have to take care of yourself for now.”

you weren’t sure what that meant until you followed his gaze down. oh. oh. he wants you to...use him. okay. you raised yourself off his lap and he gave you a confused look, but it disappeared as soon as he saw you slipping out of your panties and was replaced by a smug smile. 

climbing back onto his leg, facing him this time, you let out a puff of air. fuck, he felt good. your already dripping center pressed against clay’s jean-clad thigh, the rough fabric intensifying any amount of friction you could manage. you wanted to move so badly, but clay’s tight hold on your hips kept you stationary. you looked up at him with big eyes, silently asked for permission. finally, he nodded.

you immediately began rutting your hips against his thigh, resting your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself. fuck, you thought as you felt the sturdiness of him underneath you, his shoulders. small mewls and whimpers escaped you as you increased your pace, chasing a high that you weren’t sure you could reach on your own.

train had clay talking about his sudden success, which was a fan-favorite topic as everyone either hated or loved him for it. the only catch was that, being the nature of train’s podcast, the focus was less on the money and more on the, well, you know.

“think about it, dream. there are people out there fucking themselves to the sound-to the thought of you. isn’t that crazy?” you heard train ask, though it was muffled by clay’s headset. 

clay looked down at his lap, on which you were grinding your bare clit like a bitch in heat, and then back up to his monitor.

“not really.”

you nearly moaned at his words, but hid it by sucking a bruise into clay’s neck. clay hissed at the feeling and tried to push you off, but you were unrelenting. you swirled your tongue around the section of his skin to soothe the pain. pulling back to admire your work, you were met with a now aggravated clay.

“y-yeah i’m alright man,” he started, glaring down at you, “my cat just scratched me.”

you rolled your eyes. great excuse, asshole.

you began to lean back down towards his already bruising neck, but were instead met with a strong hand gripping your jaw, turning you to face your now dually frustrated boyfriend. something had shifted, the air felt thicker and clay felt sharper, all softness void from his demeanor. the look in his eyes was made of steel and flickering between your own gaze and your mouth, brows furrowed and tongue dipping between his lips to swipe across them. the little voice in your head was screaming “danger”, but danger didn’t look so bad in that moment. danger looked good, danger looked worth the risk. danger looked like getting the best fuck of your life. 

ignited by the heat building in your core and the near-paralyzing look clay was giving you, you continued your previous actions. rutting your hips against clay’s thigh with fervor, you smiled proudly at him. the roughness of his jeans sent shivers through your body, you had to be soaking him and you were only getting wetter by the second.

your chin raised, a smug smile plastered to your features, and that challenging glint in your eye - you were such a fucking brat and clay lived to put you in your place. his hold on your jaw tightened before sliding down to rest on your throat, squeezing until your eyelids began to flutter and your thrusts grew sloppier. the knot in his stomach twisted tighter at the sight. fuck, clay thought, you were something else. something that needed to be taught a lesson.

clay muted again, taking advantage of the ad break to pull down his sweatpants and pull out his cock. he pumped it a few times, precum leaking from the tip and sliding down his length. your stomach flipped at the sight, never not taken back by his size. clay grabbed you by your hips and spun you around so that you were facing his pc, facing everyone on the call that you had nearly forgotten he was still on. then, he began to tease his tip at your entrance. 

“this what you wanted, pretty girl? wanted me to treat you like a slut? wanted me to fuck you with everyone on the call?”

you moaned at the feeling of him circling the place you needed him most. the heat was still heavy on you from your previous actions and your body was no less frenzied than before, you wanted your release more than anything. knowing that all of those people were there didn’t help your crazed state. you felt dirty and you liked it.

“sit.”

you lifted yourself over him without a second thought, slick and sensitive from the buildup of your long-awaited orgasm. a moan slipped past your lips at the stretch, feeling every inch of him against your walls as he bottomed out. instinctively, you let your head fall against clay’s shoulder, overwhelmed by how full you felt. god, he felt so good. when you went to move, clay’s strong hands gripped your hips and held you in place.

you whimpered against his neck, trying and failing to get some sort of friction going. when that didn’t work, you opted to clench around him, but clay simply tsk-ed you.

“you’ve been naughty, baby,” he started, “now you’ll sit here like a good girl and keep me warm until the stream’s over.”

what? you thought to yourself, the panic setting in. he can’t be serious!

“no, no, no, no, i’ll be good!” you begged. you’d been practically edging yourself for what felt like hours now, you needed him to let you release.

“i know you will, baby. now sit still for daddy, okay?”

time passed immeasurably slow. your mind was racing with thoughts, trying to focus on anything but clay’s cock throbbing inside of you. you tried your hardest not to squeeze him too often, despite how much relief it brought you. clay was feeling the heat too, your warm, velvety walls gripped him impossibly tight and he was beginning to regret choosing this punishment. you needed the lesson, but god was he suffering for it.

when the stream finally came to an end, the first thing clay did was thrust up into you. you yelped, gripping his arm in surprise at the sudden movement. he started up a steady pace, pounding up into you and rubbing harshly at your clit. the feeling was intense, especially after how long you’d been teased and forced to wait, and you found yourself moaning wildly because of it, unable to control your noises as he spun you around in his lap once again.

“had to-make me-punish you-during a stream, huh?” he taunted between harsh thrusts, grabbing you by your hair and forcing you to look at him. “had to choose today to be a little slut?”

you let out a near-pornographic noise, your eyes rolling back into your head as he hit your most sensitive spot.

“i asked you a question.”

“i’m sorry, daddy. i - ah! - i won’t do it again!” you wailed, head falling back as you felt your release fastly approaching.

clay grunted and forced you to look at him again, pushing his thumb into your mouth and letting you drool around it.

“look at me when you fucking speak,” he ordered.

he picked up the pace in frustration, wanting you to apologize appropriately. you distracted him, you should know how much he hates that. you should also know how much he demands your eye contact, getting fucked or not.

you coerce your eyes open and look at him, not concerned about how absolutely wrecked you must look right now. mascara running down your cheeks with tears from over and under stimulation, eyeliner smudged around your blown out eyes, lips red and sore from kissing on his neck, you were a mess. a hot one, if you asked clay.

“i’m sorry, daddy. i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you continued to babble around his finger as his thrusts somehow grew harder and harder, the pace excruciatingly pleasurable. you were going to cum, you knew that much, but you needed permission.

“gonna cum, daddy!” you warned, feeling the burning knot in the pit of your stomach begging to unravel.

“cum for me, baby. make daddy proud.”

and make daddy proud you did, cumming hard around clay’s cock and feeling yourself spray his stomach with your juices. did you just? oh my god, you did. the embarrassment only made you feel hotter as clay continued to fuck your hole past your orgasm. you whined from the overstimulation, but he couldn’t have cared less.

clay’s moans went from low grunts to higher, breathy gasps, the closer he got the lighter his noises became. his brows were furrowed tightly and his eyes were blown out, the darkest shade of green you think you’d ever seen. the muscles in his arm pulsed as he gripped your waist tighter, completely using you as his own personal fuck toy. he was almost there, you could feel it in the way he gave his all but couldn’t keep up the organized pace he had before. you needed him to cum, not just because you were close to being worked up all over again from the stimulation, but because you wanted to make him feel good. in that moment, making him cum felt like your life purpose, your only purpose. you didn’t just want him to cum, you needed it.

“please give me your cum daddy, wanna feel it inside me,” you begged, taking matters into your own hands, “need you to make me yours.”

at that, clay groaned out a loud string of profanities and came inside of you. he painted your insides, you could feel him everywhere. you sighed at the feeling, warm and full and satisfied. clay let his head fall into the crook of your neck as he breathed through his cool down, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder and mumbling praises and ‘i love you’s’. it took a moment for either of you to actually speak, just relishing in the moment and enjoying each others company.

“you gonna move anytime soon, bud?” you finally asked with a giggle. clay simply shook his head and buried it farther into your neck, humming out a ‘no’.

“wanna make sure it stays in for a while.”

you giggled again at his confession, pressing a kiss to the side of his head and ruffling his hair.

“okay baby,” you paused and pouted, “i’m sorry for interrupting your stream.”

clay sat back and gave you a soft smile, pressing his finger to your lips and turning your frown upside down, literally. he shook his head and gave you a sweet kiss, pressing his own lips tenderly to yours.

“don’t apologize, it was worth it.” a cheeky smile spread across his face and you rolled your eyes, the endearing air around you severed by your boyfriend’s childishness. you loved it, though you’d never tell him.

“you think anyone was suspicious of us?” you inquired, hoping to god no one had picked up on your quiet moans while the stream was still going.

“nah,’ clay lied.

[earlgreydream]

impact.

| wolfstar x reader | smut |

anon requested. marauders fucked you extra rough the night before and you wake up with a pain by your stomach. you have cervix trauma (your cervix is bruised... & impact play/knife play w the marauders but they accidentally push you too far and you end up having to go to the hospital wing...

a/n: these requests hit me so hard in the face and nothing would’ve prepared me but here we go because I want to make my angel babies happy

“That’s how you want it, hmm?” Remus teased, kissing your neck, and you squirmed in his arms. You suddenly felt embarrassed by your boyfriends’ teasing and you regretted your brutal honesty.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“We’re not laughing, bunny.” Sirius smirked, and Remus slipped out from behind you, tying your wrists to the headboard. They may not have been laughing, but they were certainly amused, and excited.

You’d had a stressful week, and you had shyly expressed to your boyfriends that you wanted to blow off some steam with some particularly rough sex. They were always ones to push your limits and melt your mind, but you rarely asked for it overtly. When you wanted it, you favored the approach of being a brat and teasing them until they ravaged you. 

You immediately began to tug at the restraints, getting used to them. Remus and Sirius watched you with feigned disappointment, watching your pathetic squirming.

“Already struggling? We’ve not even touched you yet.” 

You stopped immediately, turning to look at Remus pathetically. He came and knelt between your legs on the bed, skimming his hands up your body and feeling you.

“Silly girl, you ask for things and then struggle when we give them to you,” Remus mocked gently, and when you opened your mouth to object and defend yourself, he slapped the inside of your thigh. 

“We’re going to mark you up all pretty with bruises, make your body like a painting,” Sirius hummed, biting your skin lightly as he fondled your chest, getting you wet and squirmy. He was rough with you, liking to hear little pained, pleasured noises. It was all teeth and pinching, hickeys dotting your skin. 

Every time you made a noise from Sirius’ torture, Remus landed another slap to your body, leaving red handprints and light bruises rising to the surface. He knew how hard he could smack you without truly hurting you, and you trusted him, even if it frightened you in the moment. 

You squeaked as Sirius’ teeth grazed along your breast, lightly biting down on your nipple. He smirked and Remus pinched your clit, making you jolt. Sirius laughed darkly at your reaction, reveling in the sight of your torture. 

They continued on for much longer than you had anticipated or desired. They finally let up when you were begging them to fuck you. You were exhausted with pent-up need, and you wanted to release it and let your stress fade.

“Oh, bunny, are you all needy for our cocks?” Sirius teased, lightly pinching you and making you whine.

“M’so achey, I need you,” you pouted, desperate tears welling in your eyes.

“Crying for us to fuck you like a cockslut,” Remus rarely joined Sirius in degradation, but you were living for it. It was making arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets, and you pushed your hips up into his hand.  

“Be patient.” Remus lightly smacked your sex, pulling a choked moan from you. 

“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sirius asked, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Remus,” you whispered, earning a smile from the other boy. 

“Siri,” you whined when he pulled away from you.

“What, bunny?”

“Kiss me?” your eyes widened, and his stormy eyes softened slightly, dropping the bratty dom act. He leaned in and gently kissed you, swallowing the noise you made when Remus bent your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, daddy,” you yelped as he didn’t let you adjust, forcing himself into you all at once. 

“Pretty girls don’t use foul language like that. You know better.” Sirius smacked your cheek just hard enough to sting. Your eyes watered from the impact, and you hated that you loved it. 

“M’sorry,” you got out between Remus’ rough thrusts. He pulled nearly all the way out of you every time, hitting deep. You knew he went easier than Sirius, and your mind was spinning with adrenaline and anticipation. You were tight around him and the slight burning slowly eased, but didn’t disappear as he kept fucking into you.

“Play with her clit, Pads, let her get off at least once tonight. She’s been good taking all that,” Remus instructed the other boy. You tugged at your hands, wanting to grab the sheets to ground you as Sirius rubbed quick circles on your clit. He knew exactly how to touch you to rip an orgasm from you as quickly as possible, and you were coming within minutes, squeezing tightly around Remus as he continued to thrust.

“No more, Siri, please,” you begged as he stimulated you, and Remus pushed his hand away as he sheathed himself fully in you before pumping you full of his seed. He came deep inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

He pulled out of you, undoing the ties at your wrists. You went limp, and Sirius smirked. 

“No, bunny, you’re not done. C’mon, on your knees.” He flipped you face down and dragged your hips back, pulling you onto your knees and elbows. 

“I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, Sirius was slamming into you from behind, somehow going even rougher than Remus had. His thrusts were fast and powerful, hitting deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

As promised, Sirius had you screaming into the mattress, your fingers clawing at crimson sheets. Remus was making out with him over you, and you shuddered from the delicious pain that spiked through your body. You were moaning and whining, barely able to hold yourself up before he was done with you. 

You were relieved when Sirius finally hit his orgasm, the snapping of his hips against your ass ceasing. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as he let you down, Remus helping clean the three of you up. 

You collapsed when Sirius let go of your hips, curling up into a ball in the bed. Your entire body was throbbing and aching, and exhaustion seeped into your veins, dragging you into a heavy sleep. You were content, the stressful week gone, and all that was left was the feeling of your two boyfriends.

The boys took care of you affectionately before curling up in bed with you, pressing kisses to your cheeks, even in your dreamy state.

You struggled to wake up, your body feeling heavy with lethargy. Remus tried to get you up, and you refused to move from the warmth under the duvet. You were aching between your legs, and as you moved, you felt a sharp pain shoot deep in your belly. A whimper escaped your lips, and the boys teasing as they tried to get you up disappeared.

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Sirius softened at the noise of discomfort you made.

“Just give me a minute.”

The boys looked at each other but let you get up slowly. You needed to be in potions this morning, unable to miss the second half of the lecture from the day before. 

You were able to ignore the pain for a while, but by the end of class every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain deep inside of you. 

“Siri, I can’t,” you breathed, gripping his cloak. He fretted with worry, cursing himself for not letting you stay in bed.

“What is it, bunny?”

You put your hand on your abdomen, and he frowned, looking around before sighing. Sharp pain interfered with your focus, and you silently threatened to cry if Sirius didn’t help you. 

“Let’s get you to Pomfrey. Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and he let you onto his back, carrying you to the hospital wing. He’d alerted Remus, who met the two of you down in Pomfrey’s exam room. Remus’ expression was clouded with worry, and you felt guilty for scaring them. 

Pomfrey ushered the boys to wait on the other side of a screen, and Sirius leaned against Remus’s chest as they waited. Pomfrey had a look on her face when she moved the screen back, and they saw you drinking a potion behind her. 

“Y/N’s cervix is bruised. There isn’t much I can do other than give her the pain potion. She’s got to let it heal, so no more trauma to it. She’s fine, but she’ll be in pain for a while.” 

Both boys’ eyes widened, and you were red with embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t bite back a smug smirk, and even Remus looked rather pleased. You rolled your eyes at them, embarrassed that they were so proud of their work on you.

Once the three of you were back in your dorm, they were tearing into you.

“Can’t take cock as well as you thought, bunny?”

“We’re so big we just break you.” Remus was laughing, and Sirius had a grin plastered on his face. 

You covered your face in embarrassment, and Remus pulled your hands away. They wanted to see you blush as they continued their teasing, lightly pinching your sides.

“Told you we were going to destroy that little pussy,” Sirius giggled, and you hid your face in his sweater.

They continued their teasing, even while they got you snuggled into bed in their oversized clothes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Pomfrey’s potion had taken the edge off, but hadn’t alleviated the pain. You shifted a few times before Sirius got into bed with you, settling you between his legs.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sirius finally relented, kissing your temple.

“I’m okay. Just maybe not that hard next time.”

Remus kissed you then, promising to be more gentle in the future. He apologized, and you kissed him sweetly before watching him go back to class. Sirius gently massaged your sore hips and legs, getting you to relax against him.

“You could’ve told us it was too much,” Sirius said, kissing your temple.

“I liked it, I was lost in it, didn’t realize how hard you were going.”

He kissed up your jaw before catching your lips, scolding you lightly for not paying attention to your body before finally letting you rest and sleep it off.

[geowrites03]

Winning the Attention (and him) pt.1

Damian Wayne x Cobblepot!Reader

Summary: Kids of villains and a massive party at Wayne manor. What could go wrong?

A/n: I’m using some portrayals of characters from the ‘Gotham’ tv series such as the Penguin, the Riddler and Victor Zsasz.

I sat there staring into his eyes, lost in a jungle of different shades of green. They weren’t as pretty across the classroom as they were up close, but he’s still making me fall more head over heels, than I already was.

Sure Damian and I are on talking terms, but we’re not friends, he just can’t seem to let go of that tough exterior and the ‘i don’t need friends, they disappoint me’ mindset. Or maybe I’m just telling myself that it’s his exterior and mindset, because in reality he’d never want to associate himself with a villain’s child. Nobody does.

“Y/n Cobblepot! Would you like to stop drooling back there and actually answer a question or better yet, actually learn something, for once?” Instead of the rest of the class snickering or laughing at the teacher’s pathetic attempt to embarrass me, they were all shocked and concerned. The last teacher who tried to put me down, ended up found in a ditch on the news.

“Well Miss, considering you said my last name I’m guessing you’re aware of who my father is, yes? And I also assume you know what happened to last math teacher, right?” She didn’t falter, surprisingly, that’s what it took for most other teachers to back down but this one’s dumb enough to hold her ground.

“Did you just threaten me?” She tried to sound strong and menacing, but I just kept prolonged eye contact to make her uncomfortable. “Well, that’s not going to work on me, little missy, we’re not all chess pieces on a board for you to play with. And you don’t scare me, either.”

I only continued to stare into her eyes, she was started to get uncomfortable and shifting a bit. I cocked an eyebrow and the bell rung to signal the end of the school day. Whilst it was ringing I pointed to my forehead.

There was a red dot from a sniper directly in the middle of her forehead.

“Do I still not scare you Miss? All I have to do is give him the hand signal and he’ll blow your fucking brains all over the chalkboard, while us students watch.”

“Look, I’m sorry just, call him off.”

“You didn’t ask nicely.”

“I’m not gonna ask nicely to a stuck up brat.”

“Really? Not even when the stuck up brat has your life in her hands? You really are as dumb as the last one.” I signalled for him to shoot.

At least I keep my promises, her brains did end up on the chalkboard. Only two people in the class jumped, they were the two girls that had only just moved up classes. The rest of us are all children of villains and have gotten used to all the gore. Damian, obviously wasn’t a child of a villain, but most villains and their kids know that the Wayne’s are actually the bat-family.

“Well, I guess class is dismissed then.” Joker Jr practically jumped out of his seat next to Damian and ran out of class. The two shaky girls were second to leave, just wanting to get out of there already.

I quickly left after everyone else so I could the keys to the faculty lounge off her dead body. I skipped out of the classroom and went to find Poison Ivy’s daughter, Flora.

She just so conveniently happened to be at her locker which is right next to Damian’s, come on, would you have combusted into flames if you waited for me anywhere else? Oh well I sucked it up and walked over.

“Here you go ma’am.” I dangled the keys next to her and she grabbed them.

“Thank you!” She hugged me tight. “Now I can get those Venus flytraps outa there, the teachers always close the windows so no fly get in for them to eat. Not that they’d even eat bugs on they own because they were grown indoors and actually have to be fed.”

“So, let me get this straight, you can’t even look after yourself, but your gonna care for 4 Venus flytraps?”

She nodded then skipped down the hall. I chuckled and quickly ran to my locker. The whole time I was over there I could feel his eyes on me, I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing, but my worries and doubts got the best of me. They made me feel as though he was judging me the whole time.

Hell, he most likely was. I mean, come on! Why would the son of Batman like a villain’s daughter? Especially me. Even with the slightest ever chance of him liking me, it’s destined to go down in flames.

“Boo!” Jack grabbed onto my shoulders and shook them lightly. “Why weren’t you boarding this week, your dads just keeping you locked away at home?”

“Nah, they weren’t gonna pay an extra $10,000 just for me to sleep in the shitty dorms with an even shittier curfew.” He nodded but still looked a little confused. “What?”

“Nothing, just wondering why they’re not jumping at an opportunity to get rid of you for a week…” I laughed and shook my head.

“I’m barely at home anyways.” Which was half true, I wasn’t home a lot this is just due to me wondering around the city, somehow finding something new and exciting each day. Finding something exciting in Gotham which doesn’t lead to instant death is rare and I somehow manage to do it at least 3-4 times a week.

“Yeah but, I thought they wanted you to start having rules and discipline, including a curfew.” He always thought it was weird that 2 villains would want their kid to have discipline.

“Yeah, but that’s nothing, the curfew is at 11:30 because they still want me to have a little freedom and fun. The rules are only a few and more about my safety and if I get caught by the police or something. Then with the discipline they only want me to have self-discipline to get homework and assignments done.”

“Imagine your parents wanting what’s best for you, therefore implying that they care for you.” He scoffed and straightened his blazer of his uniform. “Sometimes my dad just doses me with a bit of his fear toxin when he doesn’t want to deal with me.”

“Damn sucks for you Crane! But I need to steal her away for a sec.” I looked at Jack with a sorry look as one of the shitty student council members dragged me down the hall. Jack nodded at me and started walking towards the dorms.

“What do you want?” I looked at her while she looked me up and down, I knew she was judging me but I need an excuse to make her pissed. “You know you didn’t have to pull me aside to check me out, I kinda like people admiring me from afar.”

“Shut up! I just need you to stay away from Damian.” I looked at her with my eyebrow raised, as if asking her to continue. “He doesn’t need somebody like you dragging down his reputation, or grades.”

“Somebody like me? What do you mean by that Jessica? Because last time I checked, I actually earn my good grades, you just think with your tits and let your parents bribe the school to get your grades and even let you attend, let alone be apart of the student council.”

“Um, excuse me!?” She scoffed, I started to walk away but she gripped my arm and dug her nails into my skin causing it to bleed. “You don’t get to lie like that and expect to walk away from me without a beating.”

“A beating!? Ha! You literally can’t even hurt a fly.” She tried to slap me but I manoeuvred my head out of the way and swung a punch to hit her nose, clouding her vision for awhile. While she couldn’t see properly I punched her again on the eye and tripped her over.

When she fell her head slammed into the ground and a teacher made her way through the crowd that had formed around us. Just as she got through the crowd I made a break for it. Since it was the end of the school day they weren’t too bothered about chasing after me, but checking up on Jessica to make sure she was okay.

I put on my blazer so parents outside wouldn’t see then complain to the school about health and safety, and ran out the building and around the corner to where the richer kids would get picked up in their fancy cars, by their butlers/parent’s personal staff because they were stuck in ‘very important meetings’. All the other kids were picked up, besides Damian who usually got picked up at the same time as me.

It’s usually 3:40 when we get picked up, that’s a 40 minute wait from when school finishes. Neither of us minded the late pick-ups, it gave us more time to do homework, or sometimes we would actually talk to each other instead of sitting in silence.

“Only 5 minutes today? I thought you were talking to Jack, you two talk for much longer than that.” I rolled up my blazer sleeve to show the bleeding nail marks. “That looks bad, come here.”

He pat the space next to him on the bench signalling for me to sit down. I put my bag down in front of the bench and sat down next to him while he rummaged through his bag for a small bandage. He held out his hand for me to give him my arm. I hesitantly laid my wrist in his hand.

“Jeez, who even did this? And how on earth did they manage to do this much damage?”

“It was Jessica, she still had her stiletto acrylic nails on, she dug em into my arm.” He hiss at thought. “Worst part was while her nails were still in my arm, she scratched them around and shit. Then when she pulled her hand back after I punched her the nails got ripped out of my skin. Stung like a bitch.”

“I could imagine.” He chuckled at my last comment and wiped off the blood around the deep cuts in my arm. “How did she even lay a hand on you though, your guard’s constantly up, even around people you trust.”

“I actually don’t know to be honest, I guess I just got distracted when I was talking shit about her.” He took a short pause of wrapping the bandage around my forearm to look at me as if asking what I said he looked back down when I told him. “I said she only thinks with her tits and her parents have to bribe the school for her grades and all that.”

“I mean… You’re not wrong.” He shook his head and chuckled at me, I blushed only just now noticing how close we were. “Awe, are you all flustered for me?”

“What? No. It’s just really hot out here.” I started to fan my face but he just laughed. Fuck!

“There you go.” He smiled at me and I retracted my arm. It was rare to get a smile for him, it made me blush even more. He must’ve noticed my blush get darker because he chuckled and teased me more. “Y’know if you’re that infatuated with me you could’ve said something.”

“Pff- Infatuated with you? No. Absolutely head over heels for your mom? Fuck yeah!” I giggled a bit and Damian only shook his head, almost disappointed in me.

“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed a little more. He looked at me again causing me to stop laughing, thinking he found it annoying. “You’re laugh is pretty, why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, I just thought you found it annoying.” I looked down at my fidgeting hands. He grabbed one of my hands and squeezed it reassuringly.

“I don’t think it’s annoy-” He got cut off by Zsasz calling out.

“Y/n! You dads want you back early, we gotta go.” I sighed and he let go of my hand as I picked up my bag with the other.

“Bye Damian.”

“Bye Y/n.”

~

We were half the drive home when Victor starts teasing me about Damian.

“Oooh la laa. Who was that back there, huh? Your little boyyfriendd?” I blushed and looked out the window.

“Heh, I wish.” He just let out an over-exaggerated gasp and chuckled and decided not to press too much more knowing I was embarrassed. “Do you know why my dads wanted me home early?”

“They didn’t say.”

~

When we arrived I opened the door and both my dads were already standing there waiting for me.

“Y/n, your father and I have decided to go on a little cruise for 2 months.”

“Do cruises even last that long?” I said in a bored and tired tone.

“Yes, in fact there is actually a cruise that lasts 9 months. Now you’re lucky we didn’t go on that one.”

“Yeah, lucky, because you would’ve ended up dragging me along on it.” They nodded in agreement and chuckled. “When are youse leaving anyways?”

“Tonight.” And that’s why they wanted me home early, to tell me that they were leaving for two months, tonight.

“Why tonight? Couldn’t you have chosen a cruise that’s longer away?” I asked with a sad face causing them to hug me.

“Awe, sorry. We were planning this for awhile and they’re non-refundable tickets.”

“ ‘S okay.”

~

The first morning with them was boring, every Saturday morning we would clean the house then go do something as a family. But my mood completely changed when Damian sent a message to the group chat with all of our friends.

DW=Damian FI=Flora JJ= Joker Jr JC=Jack

DW: Party at my house

JJ: Bro, what about ur fam?

Dw: They out for 2 months, left last night

Y/n: Cruise?

FI: Geez calm down stalker

DW: How’d you know? lol

Y/n: My dads went on the same one

JC: Still don’t explain…

Y/n: Wdym, i just connected the dots, they all left for 2 months on the same night not much of a coincidence

JJ: Bro, what speed does your brain work at

FI: *photo of flash*

DW: So youse coming or not?

JJ: I’m down how many other people did you invite

FI: Knowing Dames it’ll either be A: only us or B: Nearly the whole fucking school, I’m down for either

DW: The latter

Y/n: As long as Jessica’s not there I’ll go

JC: I’ll go, need to get away from my dad anyways

DW: Welcome to the shit parent club

JJ: Bro, wdym your dads Bruce Wayne/Batman

FI: A: you literally cosplay (on a daily basis) the dude that despises his dad B: he said parent not dad so he could’ve meant his mother

Y/n: Even tho he meant his mother, tell me that you won’t get atleast some trauma when your dads a 50/50 billionaire playboy/emo dude who dresses in all black who’s a bat furry

DW: Wtf

FI: bahaha

JJ: 💀

Y/n: Tell me I’m wrong

~

When I got there, some people from school were already there. I made my way through the crowd to get to my friends. When I saw them Damian and JJ had worried looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t freak out, Jessica’s here.” I rolled my eyes they’re getting worked up over nothing.

“I thought her nose was broken though, and she’s not good at hiding bruises, how is she going to go hide that black eye?” They all looked at me after I said this.

“That’s the thing, she’s flaunting it and telling everyone that you attacked her, unprovoked.”

“Of course this bitch would, she’s an attention seeker.” I scoffed and took off my jacket so I could take off the bandages. “But! Two can play at that game.”

“Holy shit! There’s no way she did that!” JJ called out when I unwrapped the bandage and took off the gauze.

“I know I was surprised too.” Damian spoke up.

“Well you don’t sound surprised Wayne.” I shot him a wink and walked off into the crowd. Completely ready for the shit I’m about to start.

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi! I really like your scenarios, you are amazing! I see the egg hunt scenario, was so cute and funny, can you do one more with Nacht, Jack and Luck too?

I feel so tickled doing this request.. I’m so sorry I got to this so late and EASTER is sooooo OVER?! But nevertheless I’m still doing it, because well we can have easter anytime if we want to?

Characters: Nacht, Jack, Luck Tw: Easter egg hunt, unchecked work

Nacht Faust

Absolutely outright refuses to join. Nope. “No way in hell.” Was what he said.

Also watch as he secretly finds the eggs you hidden and then relocating them to super hard places to get. Sighing and muttering to himself that “y/n is always so easy on them..”

Also purposely hides the eggs in the shadows if magna and luck are about to find them, only to let it reappear after Asta comes looking for them.

“Eh?!?! I just searched under that tree!?” Magna shouts

“Magna senpai! it was just lying there!” Asta proudly shows the egg.

Yep, Nacht Faust loves watching the world burn like that.

He denies when you expose him though. Gives you that innocent smile, “honey, I already told you I wasn’t participating in some stupid Easter egg hunt.”

You could see his vein on his temple twitch a little when the kids open up the egg and receives little gifts or acts of services from you.

“Whoa! Y/n senpai is making me a handkerchief!” Asta had little sparkles in his eyes, bless that boy.

He was one hell of a jealous kid while you were crocheting the handkerchief for Asta, narrowing his eyes at how you were so excited and happy to do it, to your obliviousness.

Jack the Ripper

He goal is to find everything for himself. Because “I’m the best at this game, keke!”

The little kid participating that has already had his eyes set on that little egg hidden under the tree? Jack swoops in and takes it away in front of their eyes.

Even when the kid cries, That man has no remorse. “Eh you have to be faster brat, in life nobody wait for you.”

You had to smack him in the head and give another easter egg to them, because Jack refused to give his up.

If someone else really found another egg, he would threaten them to give it to him. This guy had no regards to any rules that were given.

Of course you had to disqualify him in the end and he was hella upset but he didn’t dare to defy you so you could see he was sitting there with a huge pout to his face.

And any one that claimed any prizes from you, he narrowed his eyes at them and gave off that menacing aura so that they would return the prize back to you, saying they didn’t need it and it was all for the fun of the game.

You kicked Jack all the way into the room and ground him so that nobody would be affected by him. And all was well again.

He was hella whiny and pouty when you came back later, “baby, you’re unfair!”

“you’re the one being unfair.”

“Hey, I’m just good at what I do. Besides I just want all the gifts from you to myself.” He gave a little huff.

Your little bug sure knows how to get you to give in to him, because after that you promised to give him another set of all the gifts you prepared for the rest. And more. ;)

Luck Volita

Similar to Asta, he was really eager. And out of everyone in the list, he was one that was really good at the game and got the most prizes.

He was fast and he had such good senses it was as though he could hear the eggs calling for him.

Even in the trickiest place, Luck would be able to find them.

“Who the hell hides eggs in the ceiling!?” Magna complains.

But luck found them without any clues or hint. You were curious so you asked him after the game.

“Hmm, I just put myself in your shoes and thought to myself if it were you where would you hide the eggs!”

You were pretty surprised at his answer and low key proud of the chemistry you both had. Although it didn't seem like he really noticed, but he understood you well.

Surprisingly, he was also happy to give up some of his prizes and shared it with the rest of the team. He only kept one of two gifts that were handmade by you.

You would see it placed somewhere in his room, like a prized possession because this boy is just cute like that.

Even on other months, Luck would ask you to play easter hunting with him. He just enjoys the excitement of finding the eggs you hide. He never says it, but he loves the look on your face when he finds a tricky hidden easter egg.

[finn-writes-stuff]

-Good Puppy-

Karl Heisenberg x Reader

Annoying Karl is always a treat, especially with such a big factory to hide in.

Little bit of predator and prey vibes. Gender neutral Reader as always

Maybe trying to intentionally annoy someone who could cut your throat and replace your blood with mercury at any given moment wasn't the best idea you'd ever had.

But it was certainly a fun idea.

And in all fairness, you knew Heisenberg was much too fond of you to ever genuinely hurt you. However that didn't mean he'd put up with you being a brat. He was just a little more creative in his punishments.

And that meant you were more creative in your escapes as well.

So that's how you found yourself darting through the factory, clutching his worn out hat and laughing breathlessly as you heard his heavy steps on the metal behind you.

"Doll, I highly suggest you stop right fuckin there, and maybe I'll let you off easy."

You knew him well enough to hear the amusement in his voice concealed behind the growl. He enjoyed a good chase just as much as you did. And what really was the difference between a punishment and reward after he caught you?

You kept running.

You heard him chuckle darkly behind you. "Fine, if that's how you want to play this. Ten second headstart. You better run fast, puppy."

The endearment was more growled than spoken as he stopped where he stood, leaning his weight on the handle of his hammer, beginning to count down.

"10"

You ran, aiming to out as much distance between you two before the countdown ended, knowing that he was merciless when hunting. If he were to catch you, escape would be near impossible.

"9"

The factory's lay out was just about nonsensical, the lower floors being almost a labyrinth that was difficult to navigate at a normal pace, not to mention when you were sprinting through them.

"8"

His voice was getting fainter now, but you heard the speakers hidden everywhere in the factory kick to life, making sure you could hear the countdown. He was always one for the dramatics, wasn't he?

"7"

You could feel your heart pounding as you searched for a hiding place, ducking around corners and various half finished projects. He wasn't hunting yet, but the anticipation of it had your heart rate spiking.

"6"

You spotted one of the soldats, stumbling around with various enhancements throwing it off balance. The cognitive ability that they had left was enough to know to stay away from you. Heisenberg had threatened to turn them into scrap metal if you ever ended up with a single scratch.

"5"

The soldat stumbled away from you as you ran for the scrap piles behind it, pulling large sheets of metal over to cover a space between two large engines.

"4"

You hurriedly assembled your hiding spot, trying to make it look natural. Heisenberg knew his factory inside and out, but would he really notice a pile of scrap moved over to the side a bit? You hoped not.

"3"

Time was almost up, you squirmed into you hiding place, trying to calm your beating heart. If he came in here and heard you, the game would be up.

"2"

You could hear him chuckle through the speakers as you dragged in deep breaths, trying to make yourself comfortable.

"1, get ready or not, puppy~"

The speakers crackled off, and you were left to listen to the hum of the factory and the noise of the soldat outside of your hiding spot.

You still had Heisenberg's hat clutched to your chest, and you quietly put it on top of your head with a smile. A hard fought trophy, not one you'd give up easily. But now, all there was to do was wait.

The factory was big and complex, and you knew that Heisenberg had no desire to end a hunt early if he could drag it out instead.

Youd never met anyone else so inclined to play with their food.

-

It was only a few minutes before you heard the familiar heavy thunk of his boots again. You didn't dare peek out of your hiding spot, trying to focus on keeping your breaths quiet.

You could hear him walk into the room, but there was no reason that he would find you. You just had to stay quiet. Perhaps this would've worked in a different room. But your breath caught in your throat when you heard him speak up.

"You know puppy, some of the soldats are dumb enough to walk into walls, but all of them know to stay the hell away from you. So I wonder why this ones pressed to the side of the room. You hiding in here?"

You could hear him walking to your side of the room. Fuck. If he knew you were here, then there weren't any other hiding places other than where you were right now.

He knew exactly where you were.

"Now, I'm gonna give you one more chance, got it? Come out right now, and fuckin apologize for making me chase you around the factory."

You bit your lip, holding your breath. You were too far into this now to give up. At minimum your dignity was on the line.

"No? You aren't gonna be a good puppy? Alright then, looks like you need some training then."

The metal around you flew up into the air in an instant, and your back hit the floor. "There you are," He practically growled.

He picked up his hat that had fallen off of your head. You pushed yourself up to your feet, torn between trying to grab his hat back or making a break for it. He met your gaze, his dark glasses tilted down so you could see his eyes.

You made a break for it, darting around him in a mad dash for the door. A short lived attempt really as he grabbed your arm, pulling you to his chest. "Oh no you don't, you're mine now."

You were thrown over his shoulder easily, even as you thrashed, trying to break free. You had been thoroughly caught.

"Such a bratty fuckin pup, you don't know how to play nice. Guess I'll have to fuckin teach you what happens to bad pets like you."

A shiver ran down your spine as one of his hands tightened on your leg. You were back to his workshop already, and he practically threw the door open, unceremoniously dropping you on his work bunch.

He towered over you even moreso than usual like this, and he took advantage of it, crowding you against the wall. Metal cuffs fastened themselves around your wrists, pinning your hands to the walls.

He leaned back, taking in the sight of you all pinned up for him. He grinned wolfishly, grabbing one of your own knives from a nearby shelf. He tapped the blade under your chin before slicing through the front of your shirt. "Such a pretty fuckin puppy, arent you?"

He was simply admiring your form, and he dropped the knife on the workbench, leaving his hand free to trace over some of the half faded marks on your neck. 

"I suggest you remember that you belong to me puppy. And that means that when I tell you something you listen, alright?" 

His hand circled around your neck, just resting there for now. It was warm and scarred, you could feel his callouses against your skin.

"Good puppy."