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spicysoftsweet · 4 years ago

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summary: gojo’s tired of you resisting him

warnings: home invasion, noncon, degradation, fem!reader

a/n: this was supposed to be a crumb for @mahitopegger i have no idea wtf happened. i didn’t edit this || reposted from sideblog (now deactivated) on 4/17/2021.

It was only after the soft click of your door, and the eerie silence thereafter that seemed to threaten to close you in, that you realized that something wasn’t quite right. Your eyes darted left, then right, and you kicked off your shoes slower than usual, setting them semi-haphazardly to the side of your entryway.

Even if you weren’t paranoid, you were still the type of person to double check, sometimes triple-check your locks on occasion before you left your home, and you did remember your key turning the right way just seconds ago.

Maybe you were overreacting - after all you lived in a relatively safe area, alone save for your cat with a propensity to mewl for food at all hours of the day. Ah, that was possibly the issue, the fact that your little furry friend hadn’t made his presence immediately. But he knew how to be quiet sometimes, and was fond of an early afternoon nap.

The sound of your keys clattering on your coffee table now seemed unceremoniously loud, like you were disturbing a religious service. In your own house.

Your heart started to race for just a moment, and you turned around quickly.

Nothing. No person, no ghost, no cat. Just you, a sudden sense of unease, and your rapidly beating heart.

Why were you so anxious?

You couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so unsettled for the moments in which you paced down your hallway, ears tuned to the soft footfalls of your presumably sleeping companion. You would have whispered its name but you didn’t want to wake up the needy little bastard unnecessarily.

It was only three paces in that you stilled suddenly, and the memory of the last time you’d felt this way suddenly struck vividly in your mind.

Clear blue eyes, bordered by long, pale white eyelashes. A smile, once easy and bright, with corners turned up far too high into malice.

You froze.

Was it him? Was Gojo in your house? He wouldn’t... would he?

Your last encounter had been... suboptimal, to say the least. You’d all but told him to get lost, that you weren’t and would never be interested, not after knowing who he was, what he was.

You needed a quiet, calm existence. Your imprint on the world would be measured. You had to stay away from bad omens like his.

But his reaction had been unnatural. He hadn’t given you a real response, just a smile, and you had felt just as unnerved then as you did now before you parted.

You were clearly still spooked.

But these nerves were just vestiges of your anxiety. Gojo knew how to take no for an answer. Of course he did.

He didn’t - you opened your bedroom to find the young sorcerer waiting for you, your cat comfortable in his arms.

“Ah! You’re back~”

Gojo didn’t move; rather, he continued to sit in his relaxed position, legs outstretched onto the bed, palm stroking softly at the soft orange fur. The soft purr of the docile animal filled the air with sharp contrast to your wordless mouth, opening and closing once in shock, and the frenzied beat of your heart.

He smiled before his eyes did, and shifted on top of your covers, getting to his feet. Dressed casually in a white t-shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants, as though he’d been lounging around your house the entire day... as though he lived here.

“W-what are you doing here?” You choked out.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his hold on the little creature relaxed, who remained for just a moment, mewing once before jumping off his lap, brushing by your legs that felt as though they would start shaking any moment, and then promptly sauntered out of the room.

“You didn’t tell me you had a cat,” Satoru remarked, now sitting with legs criss-crossed on the bed, hair mussed and relaxed, and with affect as bright as a child on his first sleepover. He patted the space on the bed next to him, beckoning you to come sit. “Did you have a good day?”

“Gojo, please get out of my house.”

His expression darkened for just a moment before it returned to its natural cheeriness. He patted the space next to him again.

“You must be tired. I can make you something. Tea?”

Your feet were glued to the ground, neither advancing nor retreating.

“P-please leave,” you repeated, more wary this time. Your hands were starting to shake and you watched his eyes flicker to them, then back to your eyes.

“Why would I do that?” He said, tilting his head ever so slightly.

His eyes bore into yours and you felt your stomach turn.

“Don’t you like my attention?”

“Satoru, please,” you continued, your lower lip wobbling inadvertently. “Please, just leave... I won’t tell anyone you came here, just... I can’t return whatever feelings you have, so just go.”

Your fists clenched and unclenched, but you still were so tense, planted onto the floor as though you were a sharp dagger thrust into vulnerable flesh. Why weren’t your feet moving? You should be running. Running as far as you can from this man who could just as easily become a monster if he so pleased.

As though he knew you’d already become powerless - not that it made a difference, the power differential was already so vast - he rose, walking towards you in an open, unguarded stance. He wasn’t afraid of you in the least. The very thought made your blood boil.

Once he stood before you, towering over your shorter, smaller frame, his lips pursed.

“Stop shaking.”

It was a command, given in an annoyed but direct fashion.

You don’t know why you eked out, powerlessly, “I can’t.”

“You weren’t this afraid when you were telling me to fuck off a couple days ago,” he noted. His hand rose to grip your chin, tilting your face to him. You don’t know when you’d started crying, but tears were now streaming down your face, warm and wetting his fingers.

“You’re crying? Where’s the sass you had then?”

“Please...”

Against your better wishes, his lips pressed to yours, and somehow then, your body remembered that adrenaline could also make you fight, and you did fight, thumping your hands balled into fists against his chest and his shoulders, as his hand gripped your chin tighter and his tongue forced its way down your throat. Once he’d gotten tired of your struggle, his other arm hooked around your waist, and he pulled you closer, pressing you against his body.

Your screams were muffled by his kiss as it grew deeper, and at some point, he’d decided on biting your lip painfully, drawing blood once he’d threatened you to shut the fuck up before he gave you something to cry about for real.

You remembered that the first time Gojo had kissed you, it had been soft and tender, nothing like this kiss that was violent and demanded submission; once his hand moved from its grip on your chin, it grasped your hair, fingers twisting and tugging to tilt your head back.

His lips left yours, now red and soon purple and blue, and made their way down your neck to mark them the same.

Every scream was futile, every plea for mercy fell on deaf ears.

At some point, you may have heard your cat meow for something... food? Out of sympathy? You weren’t sure, all you could think about were the painful hickeys on your collarbones and traveling down your bosom.

“I don’t know why you’re so resistant. You yourself called me selfish,” he murmured, ripping the top part of your clothing with the nonchalance with which one would peel a banana. At the sight of your exposed breasts, he was like a man rabid, slamming you backwards into the wall without much regard for head injury. His left arm caged you in, while his right pressed painfully onto your breast.

He paused for a moment, and grinned salaciously.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that~! You look so docile... it’s weird coming from you.”

To that, a fire renewed in your eyes, and you spat directly in his face. His lips curled again in satisfaction, barely reacting to the spittle dripping down his pretty features.

“Fuck you.”

“I will.”

With a small chuckle, he jerked your face painfully to the left such that you couldn’t look at him directly as he took your breast into his mouth.

The idea of this bastard suckling on you, loudly, lewdly as though you’d belonged to him only made the churn in your stomach worse, but the desperate attempts to a knee to his chest were met with barely a resistance. Like he knew you couldn’t hurt him and it was only a matter of time until you stopped and succumbed to him.

The process was already happening - you could feel your nipples hardening and a new flow of heat in your panties. Your tears became more prolific - no longer fear, but rage, but the hand that kept you steady against the wall was impossibly strong.

Your head swam as a confused pleasure started to replace the pain and fear you were feeling. More clothing was torn off of you, more of your skin was marked and licked and sucked. Once your panties were ripped to shreds, he lay your now languid and fight-drained body against him, cooing appreciatively at the new helplessness, pumping two slender fingers up and down your wet inner core as he moved you from the hard wall to the soft bed.

You almost thanked him.

His fingers remained within you as he laid you down, but once he withdrew his touch as your pounding hazy head hit the pillow, he replaced them with the roughness of his tongue, penetrating you without the least bit of shame.

You let slip the moan you had been holding in in defiance.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you.”

He continued to lick and you continued to mewl.

Once he’d tired of the taste of your cunt, he invaded your privacy in the most all-encompassing way possible, pushing every inch of a greedy, throbbing cock inside of you. As you cried from the stretch, he shushed you with a hand clasped over your mouth to muffle your screams.

As if someone was going to help you. Maybe your cat would come and watch, but he’d found something else to do.

“I know it hurts but you’ll get used to it, I promise, babe,” he murmured, groaning slightly as he seated himself to the hilt. “There.”

He stilled and in the silence of the moment only punctuated by both of your soft pants, you remembered how to sob.

His nose crinkled, and he let out of a soft sigh, cock jerking impatiently inside you.

“Why are you so stubborn?” He mused, leaning against you so that his head rested in the softness of your breasts. He could hear your heartbeat that doesn’t beat for him... but rather it did, because he is the one making it quicken in some odd rhythm of terror and pleasure.

You didn’t speak because there was far, far too much to yell.

As though a timer had rung to mark the end of his empathy, he rose onto his hands again, sighing as he adjusted into the plushness of your walls that didn’t reject him as fervently as you did. He moved, shoving two fingers down your throat to gag your renewed protests as he thrust into you repeatedly.

The short gasps with every stroke only encouraged him, and the immense pleasure he found in the light of your eyes starting to fade into a placid dullness.

“You love me,” he informed you with every rut.

You didn’t answer.

You weren’t sure what this disgusting repetitive sensation bringing your body to climax was. You were no longer sure what he was even talking about, just that there was a warm thing pumping inside of you and fingers down your throat and pain everywhere else in your body, particularly your neck and shoulders and arms and breasts, and you were staring into precious sapphires littering the base of twin lakes.

“You love me,” he repeated. “I know you do.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yandere gojo #yandere gojo x reader #tw noncon #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo sm #not sfw #gojo smut #mae.drabble #mae.writing

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kalee60 · 4 years ago

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Wondering if you have any thoughts about beefy bucky? And maybe any thoughts about any thoughts that Steve might have about beefy bucky? For a cheeky anon 👉👈

Hoo boy Cheeky Nonnie... Do I have some thots about this??

*ahem - clears throat as it's a little thick for some reason... err - yes, yes I do... Many in fact...

Just to clarify - you mean...

Or even...

I thought so...

Oh - Cheeky anon - you are speaking my language! So I had set out to tell you my thoughts about Beefy Bucky...but Steve came screaming into the room, panting and excited, a light shining in his eyes and suddenly it was all about him... maybe one day I’ll get my say...

This got away from me slightly - hope you enjoy Nonnie! 😘

~*~*~*~*~

Steve tried to not stare, tried to be respectful like his ma taught him, tried to be the responsible adult, hero that he was. He was the paragon for truth, the beacon of all that was good, but all that ran through his head as he looked at his best friend, his semi-recently unbrainwashed best friend, was Bucky’s large frame manhandling him to the bed and doing unspeakable acts on Steve’s body.

He was past caring what these acts might be, he’d be open to anything, try anything - not having had much experience due to time or inclination. But as he sat in the mission brief and watched Bucky playing with a pencil, unintentionally snapping it between his chunky fingers, looking around sheepishly in case someone told him off for breaking SHIELD property - Steve thought about those meaty fingers wrapped around a specific part of his anatomy. A part he knew couldn’t snap off (he’d tried when jerking off - not intentionally, but sometimes he twitched hard in the heat of the moment - and he had super strength after all).

From Steve’s vantage point, a few yards behind Bucky’s immensely broad shoulders, he found his breaths coming in quicker, wondering how it would feel to be picked up and slammed into a hard surface by Bucky, to have all that unrestrained strength pushing him - up against his body. Steve shivered, knowing that, yes, Tony and Thor and the others with the use of their powers or suits could pin Steve for a few seconds - but Bucky - he’d had a similar serum as Steve and it gave him thoughts.

Would Bucky be at the same level of strength and power, were they evenly matched in every way? And if Steve begged on his knees staring up at Bucky - would Bucky relent and finally give him all he’d been dreaming about since he was sixteen?

Steve didn’t know. But he fantasised about it a lot.

Bucky had always been bigger than Steve, had always towered over him when they were kids, and Steve fit under the crook of Bucky’s arm, snug and nice, knowing that even before the serum, Bucky could have had his way and Steve would let him - even as feisty and independent as he was. But oh god, given half the chance, in a million different ways Steve would have let him.

But then the war happened, Steve had the serum and everything changed - he lost Bucky, had lost his better half, his true north, and that was when Steve lost hope. Until the Winter Soldier appeared - no, when Bucky appeared. Hope welled eternal in Steve for the first time in years, and to now have Bucky before him, it was a dream come true and he was scared to do anything to break the bubble that was surrounding them in case he scared Bucky off again.

So through hungry eyes, Steve watched Bucky closely, helped Bucky with the holes in his memory as best he could, ignored the lack of compassion that sometimes came through, and tried his best not to ogle Bucky’s new physique.

It was hard.

Extremely hard.

Because Bucky was built, he was wide, he was thick and it made Steve jittery inside.

He was unable to hide the most basic of reactions when they sparred, growing stiff the moment Bucky threw Steve over his shoulder like he weighed nothing to land on the mat roughly before straddling him, hand gently around his throat and a smirk on his face. And Steve had to scramble to the toilets for a moment alone - each and every time. Images of Bucky’s muscular thighs either side of his stomach fodder for a slew of fantasies and he only ever felt a little guilty when he came, hand shaking around his dick and Bucky’s name on his lips.

But it was undeniable that Bucky had changed - his quick smiles gone, humour buried away with only a glimpse here and there, but Steve knew Bucky, his Bucky was lurking somewhere in the depths, and Steve was slowly teasing him to the surface. So it would be completely unfair to foist his desires on his friend - a friend who'd never indicated that he liked Steve on a romantic level.

So Steve sat behind Bucky in the briefing, letting his mind wander, allowing his gaze to rake over the back of the too tight dark blue henley, Bucky’s shoulders taking up more space on the chair than Steve’s did - and he watched.

Steve’s eyes traced the lines of Bucky’s wide stance as he moved in the chair, watching the toned muscles shift under the shirt and he couldn’t help lick his lips, only to look up and find Bucky stalled, stopped in his tracks staring over his shoulder at Steve with something deeply shadowed in his eyes. And Steve had been caught, caught staring like a man dying of thirst and Bucky the only person in the world that had a trickle of water left.

Standing up hastily, Steve fled - heading towards his room on the thirtieth floor, not knowing if the briefing was over or not, not really caring - he’d walked out of them before - it was only a safety meeting about new protocols that Steve himself had helped to create, but he couldn’t sit behind Bucky and stare at his bulk any longer. Bucky might have already realised where Steve’s thought’s had been, and he needed a moment to agonise over it.

He’d only just made it to his hallway, sprinting up the stairs as it was quicker than the elevator, when a huge solid hand grasped his arm, yanking to slam Steve up against the wall and suddenly two very intense blue/grey eyes were staring at him, pinched at the corners, questioning. Steve was no longer concerned about being called out - he was too busy sweating heavily at the sheer muscle Bucky was showcasing by pinning him to the wall, and he flexed, trying to move, but Bucky - oh fuck - Bucky had him. Steve would have to exert a lot of energy to break the hold, and his knees buckled.

Bucky grasped him, holding him upright as he sagged, “hey pal - you okay? What in the hell is going on?”

Steve managed to get his knees to lock long enough to hold his weight, and Bucky wide-eyed and concerned held him trapped. Held him aloft in his strong arms, his flesh one just as huge and muscular as his metal one.

“Yeah I’m alright,” Steve ground out. And he was, mostly - except for the tenting in his cargo pants, something that if Bucky stepped in less than an inch would feel pressed against him in all it’s post-serum glory. And Steve shouldn’t have thought that - what had it done to Bucky if the rest of him had grown so thick.

Bucky exhaled slowly, then looked up at the roof and Steve watched the sinews dance under the skin of Bucky’s neck, the wide hefty expanse of muscle that had to be at least twice the size as before. Steve wanted to lean forward, nip at the jutting Adam's apple, lick it, suckle it and have Bucky tense the muscles so that Steve could trace the hardness under his stiff tongue.

Words escaped him before Steve knew what was happening. “You’re so big.”

Immediately his face flamed because the words didn’t come out like a question, or a matter of fact statement - it was breathy, whispered with reverence, with a tone that couldn’t be disguised - Steve sounded horny for Bucky, and shame welled up.

Shutting his eyes, Steve shook his head, trying to get up the strength to break free of the large hands holding him, but Steve was learning he was a masochist under Bucky's control, Steve wanted it, no matter how he got it - all of that power and force bundled into the man he’d been in love with all of his life, it was too much.

“Open your eyes, Stevie.”

He was powerless not to, not when Bucky called him that.

Bucky’s long hair had fallen over one side of his face, and he peered at Steve, a small frown between his eyes as he worked something out in his head, Steve having seen that puzzled expression many times, usually directed at the coffee machine or at Sam, until suddenly like the dawning of a new day - his face went slack.

He’d realised something, something big. And Bucky stepped forward, closer, the entire length of his body now against Steve, and although Steve was still a little taller than him, he felt as small as his teenage self while Bucky held him aloft using just his body, and it was only then that Steve realised what Bucky was pressed against and… oh…

What was now pressed against Steve in return.

“Buck…” he said brokenly.

“How long?”

“Errr…”

“How long, Steve?” The demand came with a tightening of hands on his biceps and Steve groaned at the pinch, the pressure, and Bucky threw his massive flesh arm across Steve’s collar bone instead, restraining him, and Steve just about came on the spot. It was too much, the sheer strength, the sheer size of Bucky was making him quake like a teenager with too many uncontrollable hormones.

“For as long as I can remember.”

“Jesus,” Bucky swore and let go, Steve slumping against the wall, and Bucky took one step away, Steve had ruined it - ruined everything.

“Well, are you coming or not?”

Steve looked up at the order in Bucky’s voice.

“Where?” he croaked.

“Your room, it’s closer - I’m going to nail you to your bed and make you scream Stevie Rogers - I have one vivid memory of before the war, and I know it was just a fantasy. And right now... right now I want to make it a reality.”

Bucky strode away, intent in each step and Steve watched the sway of his thick hips, the delectable peach-like ass he wanted to sink his hands and teeth into, and Steve stuck to the spot, couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

“I’m not going to ask twice.”

Steve jumped to attention, and had never ran so fast in his life.

#stucky #mywriting #this ask was not intending to go down this path... 🤷 so sorry???#cheeky anon - this was a BRILLIANT ask and thanks for being patient until i had time to put a little something together for you!#steve x bucky #Steve is pining #Steve has thots #beefy bucky

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witcher-and-his-bard-archive · 4 years ago

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Unsatisfied

doing this thing | day 5 - orgasm denial

I really took liberties with this one and went very off topic (yes I realize this is my own list) bc I was not feeling it. This is actually more like one that I cut from the list (oops!)

Jaskier's still restless as he makes his way back to their room at the inn. By now, Geralt will be asleep and for once, he's glad for it. The last thing he needs is for Geralt to see him like this and ask why. The pair of them have shared much on their journeys together, but this is not something Jaskier is particularly eager to share.

He slips into the room, stepping as carefully as he can and shutting the door quietly behind him. There's a sound from across the room and he stops in his tracks, waiting to see if Gerlt will wake before continuing. He shuffles across the floor toward the only bed and frowns at Geralt's form, taking up the majority of the space. There's nothing for it; he'll simply have to sleep on the floor tonight because he certainly can't sleep with Geralt when he's in this state.

At least if he's on his own, he can deal with his little problem without too much trouble and he won't have to suffer through the night like this. He manages to cross the room in the dark without stumbling or knocking into anything and he sits at the end of the bed, laying out his bedroom. On the bed above him, Geralt shifts and Jaskier freezes again, one hand shoved deep in his pack, searching.

He hears a grunt then the bed creaks and Jaskier shuts his eyes. He knows Geralt is awake now, knows he's looking for him but it doesn't matter if he sees him or not - he'll hear him soon enough, or smell him if he's very unlucky.

"Jaskier?"

Fuck. Or that.

"Go back to sleep Geralt, I didn't mean to wake you."

"What are you doing down there, aren't you coming to bed?"

"Er, no. I don't think so."

Geralt growls at him, low, impatient. "Why not?"

"I, er- I think it would be best if I don't."

"Jaskier," Geralt hisses through the dark. "I won't put up with you bitching all day tomorrow because you didn't sleep well because you slept on the floor."

Well. That's a lot of words at once for Geralt. Jaskier wants to climb into bed with him, would willingly join him any other night but tonight- Although he also doesn't want to be left behind in the morning. He's stuck, it seems, between a rock and a hard place. There's an irony there that he doesn't appreciate.

Reluctantly, Jaskier releases the bottle in his hand and rises to his feet. He doesn't bother to remove his clothes before climbing up over the foot of the bed and pressing himself against the wall. He'll appease Geralt for the time being and tomorrow, he'll just have to find time to slip away and take care of things without Geralt finding out. It should be easy enough, he's done it dozens of times before.

But, as always, Geralt can't let anything be easy for him.

"You're not getting changed?"

"No, I don't think so."

Geralt just grunts in response and Jaskier thinks he's finally free of scrutiny. He turns toward the wall and curls around himself, forcing down the feelings still plaguing him. It's fine; Geralt keeps his distance and Jaskier doesn't have to look at him (because that certainly won't help calm him), but he still can't sleep.

He shifts, rolling onto his stomach in the hopes that it will make it easier to sleep, but it doesn't. So he rolls onto his side. Also no good. But the next time he moves, he feels a hand on his hip and rolls his head back to find Geralt much closer than he was a moment ago.

"What's wrong?" he asks and Jaskier just shrugs.

"Can't sleep."

"Cold?" he asks and when Jaskier doesn' answer, he just shifts closer, wrapping an arm around his waist. Which is... sweet, honestly. And so out of character for Geralt that Jaskier can't bring himself to tell him no. He mumbles a soft thanks and presses his shoulders back as if to prove his thankfulness.

But Geralt's hand slips under the hem of his shirt - accidentally, he's sure - and his thumb brushing lightly against his skin. It's soft, much softer than he would expect from his companion and if he didn't know better, he'd say Geralt was fucking with him. But he does know Geralt better than that and he's already been warned about their early morning, so he's sure Geralt wouldn't intentionally keep him up.

So Jaskier withstands this assault that would regularly be more than welcome. Geralt's hand moves to his thigh and Jaskier has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Geralt is just tired, that's all it is, because sometimes when he's tired and feels safe, he lets his defences down. That's all. And Jaskier's body is just having a very unfortunate reaction to Geralt's trust. Hot breath dusts against the back of his neck and Jaskier shudders against him, his traitorous cock twitching where it's pressed against his trousers. The only thing he has to be thankful for now is that he kept his clothes on before climbing into bed.

Geralt slides closer, pressing his nose into Jaskier's neck and Jaskier can't take anymore or he's going to lose his fucking mind. He's already keyed up beyond words and of course Geralt chooses tonight to become all touchy-feely at bedtime.

He hauls himself forward, pulling from Geralt's embrace and pulls himself into an upright position. He's hunched over, trying to steady his breathing when Geralt stirs next to him.

"I'm sorry, I just can't-"

"What's wrong?" Geralt asks, his voice fuzzy with sleep.

"I just have to go and take care of something," he mumbles. He's already moving, halfway across Geralt when strong hands come up to his thighs, pulling him down so he's straddling Geralt's hips. And the position doesn't go unnoticed. Jaskier's cock twitches immediately and he's sure Geralt must be able to feel how hard he is, though he remains placid as always.

"What's going on Jaskier? Why won't you just lie down and sleep?" Jaskier shifts to pull away but Geralt holds him down. Jaskier looks up and Geralt’s eyes meet his for a moment. "Tell me what's wrong."

"I-" he starts, immediately going for the quickest and most practical lie he can think up, but he meets Geralt's eyes again and his resolve drains at the sincerity there. Of course, now is the time Geralt decides to worry about him. "I had a rather unsatisfying night," he mumbles, hoping it will be enough. Geralt just looks at him expectantly and Jaskier sighs. "Do you mind if I-" he tips his head to the side and Geralt nods, releasing him.

Jaskier slides off of him, lying back on his side and tucking his knees up to keep Geralt from seeing just how badly he's affected.

"After my performance tonight a lovely lad invited me back to his room-" Geralt lifts an eyebrow at him impatiently but Jaskier just waves him off and continues. "Have you ever been with someone who likes to push your limits?"

"Get to the point, Jaskier, I've had enough of your exploits for a lifetime."

"Well, he just- we were-" Jaskier sighs and relents. "He was bringing me to the edge over and over without-" he glances up and finds Geralt watching him expectantly which considering the topic of conversation is a little overwhelming."Anyway he got me really worked up and then his brother came home and he kicked me out! Can you believe it?"

"Why didn't you just take care of it?" Geralt mumbles and his eyes are shut again.

"It wasn't that bad when I got back here, but then you just, y'know-" he doesn't dare risk calling it cuddling lest Geralt shy away from it and never try it again, but he doesn't know what to call it.

"Hmm."

"Thank you for your sympathy," Jaskier scoffs, turning back onto his other side to scowl at the wall.

"If you need to take care of things, I'm not going to stop you."

"What, right here? With you lying next to me? I don't think so."

"I've heard you dozens of other times, I don't see why it should matter." Jaskier splutters at the confession, but Geralt remains totally calm. "Jaskier, neither of us are going to sleep until you come, so just get on with it."

There's something about Geralt telling him to come that runs right through him and his cock gives a twitch of enthusiasm. Reluctantly Jaskier undoes his trousers and slips a hand inside. Having an audience shouldn't affect him the way it does; usually, he enjoys being watched, knowing that someone else is getting off watching him but Geralt is- well it just feels wrong. It shouldn't feel like he's taking advantage, but it does. Geralt doesn't know how he feels about him, doesn't know the things he thinks about him and touching himself while Geralt is right there just feels like an intrusion or something.

Jaskier is under no delusions, he knows exactly how he feels about Geralt and he knows that he shouldn't think about him the way that he does, but sometimes it's hard not to.

"I can't," he mumbles. It feels good to have a hand wrapped around him, but it's not worth the shame that creeps into his chest. He keeps thinking about Geralt hearing him, Geralt hearing him when he was thinking about him. "I can't do it with you watching."

"Why not?"

"I just... it's not right, Geralt, listening in on someone when they don't know."

"I didn't intend to listen. I was just listening to make sure you were alright."

"Oh."

"But you're so very loud."

"So why didn't you stop?"

"You're also very... captivating."

All of a sudden the air feels very dense and Jaskier struggles to catch his breath. "Geralt," he breathes, "are you telling me you liked listening to me jerk off?"

"I didn't dislike it."

"Oh. Is that why you- tonight?"

"No," Geralt says firmly. "We have to get an early start, we both need to get some sleep."

"Ah. Right. Maybe if you... helped? If you like listening you could just... talk to me? Tell me about those times?"

Geralt hesitates for a moment and then, "what should I say?"

Ah. Okay, so they're really doing this. "Tell me about the first time." Jaskier's heart hammers against his chest and he's not even sure he's breathing.

"I was hunting a fiend and you insisted on going off," Geralt huffs what sounds like a laugh and Jaskier relaxes a little. "I knew it was close so I didn't want you out of my sight but you were insistent, so I listened after you. I didn't want you getting hurt."

"When did you realize?"

"I'd smelled it on you before you left, so it didn't take much to piece together what you were doing."

Jaskier keeps his back turned as he snakes a hand down his stomach, slipping under the waist of his trousers. He shuts his eyes, focusing on the low rumble of Geralt's voice.

"What made you realize?"

"I heard swear under your breath and I heard you groan as you touched yourself. Something had you aroused already."

"Mm," Jaskier confirms, "I remember. What did you think?"

"Nothing, at first. I know I take you away from town more often than you're used to. I knew it was just something you needed to do."

"Geralt," he groans, "could you try and be just a tiny bit sexy?"

There's a huff of a laugh and then Geralt's breath against the back of his neck. Jaskier doesn't know when he moved closer, but it's certainly a step in the right direction.

"I found myself waiting for the next time. You always stink of lust so I was never sure when it would be. Then one night we were camped by the river and you said you were going to wash your clothes. I knew you weren't."

"You listened," Jaskier guesses, shutting his eyes. His cock twitches against his palm and he squeezes a little tighter. He doesn't realize he's holding his breath until Geralt breathes against him.

"I listened. I liked the way you sounded. Breathless, wanting. I tried to picture what you'd look like."

"Oh," Jaskier gasps. His hips jerk forward and he stifles a groan into his pillow. "Did you-" he huffs, "did you like it?" He knows he shouldn't be so brazen, but his cock aches for more and Jaskier is brave and stupid at the best of times.

"Yes." Fuck. Jaskier groans and throws his head back, hitting Geralt's chest with a soft thud. He hadn't realized he was that close.

"Please," he whispers and he's not sure what he's asking for but then Geralt's palm slides around his forearm, wrapping gently around him before sliding down to his wrist. He doesn't linger long, but just as Jaskier thinks he's about to pull away, he slips his fingers between Jaskier's wrapping around his cock.

"Geralt."

"I thought about this," he breathes, pressing his nose against the base of his skull, "while I listened to you. Imagined it was me touching you, pulling those sounds from you."

"Should've come," Jaskier hums. Gera;t shifts against him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear and Jaskier can feel his breath, hot and damp against his skin.

"I did."

"Fuck, Geralt. Tell me. Please."

Geralt takes his hand, moves a little quicker against him and Jaskier struggles to focus on anything but the pressure around his cock, the unfamiliar fingers coiled around him.

"It gets me hard every time. I hear every word you say, I've heard you come whispering my name and I couldn't tune it out. I didn't want to. So when you'd slip away, I'd settle in."

"Mm, Geralt, please-" Jaskier's hips jerk forward and Geralt breathes against the side of his neck, dipping in to press a kiss under his ear. "Tell me."

"I'd bring myself off to the sound of you touching yourself. Still do, sometimes."

And oh, if that isn't sexy as hell. Jaskier squeezes his eyes shut, shifts back against Geralt and he can feel his cock pressing against him. Geralt is hard and huge, pressed against his ass and when he shifts his hip, Jaskier lets out a low moan.

"Did you think about touching me?" he asks, "like this?"

"And other ways."

"Fuck, Geralt, show me."

The hand around his releases and for a split second, Jaskier thinks he's pushed too far. He doesn't always think before he speaks and with Geralt's hand wrapped around his cock, he can hardly be expected to think clearly. Behind him, Geralt shuffles and Jaskier's hips twitch.

After a moment, Geralt's hands return to his body curling around the hem of his shirt and tugging it up. Jaskier assists, squirming out of it; apparently, Geralt isn't done with him, after all. His trousers come next, shoved down toward the bottom of the bed and discarded, then Jaskier finds himself rolled onto his other side and Geralt wraps an arm around him, pulling him close. And Geralt is naked too, pressed right up against him.

Jaskier stifles a groan in his neck, pressing an experimental kiss against Geralt's skin. It earns him a soft hum in response and he pushes closer, breath stuttering as Geralt's cock slides against his own.

"Is this what you thought about?" he asks, "fucking me?"

"Mm," Geralt tips his head up, pressing his lips against Jaskier's and Jaskier groans against him, wrapping his arms around his neck.

Geralt deepens the kiss, sliding a hand down his back and cupping his ass to guide the roll of his hips. He moans softly against him and Jaskier commits the sound to memory, delighting in the feeling of it against his lips. He hooks a knee over Geralt's hip, pulling himself forward and the gentle kiss quickly devolves into quick, jolting movements and panted groans. Pleasure builds inside him and Jaskier knows this can't last forever but fuck if he doesn't want it to.

"I want you," he mumbles, mouthing at Geralt's jaw, "all the time. Think about you- off in the forest, down by the river. Tonight, in another man's bed I was still thinking about you."

"Next time stay," Geralt breathes. He slips a hand around them both, stroking them both as well as he can with the uneven thrust of their hips. "I won't leave you wanting."

"Never doubted you for a second." Jaskier's breath catches as Geralt's thumb slips up over the head of his cock and he kisses him again, nipping at his bottom lip.

"Come for me, Jaskier." The words are whispered against his ear and Jaskier can feel his entire body melt into him, all resistance gone as though there was any to begin with. He lets Geralt tug him forward, not an inch of space between them and Jaskier rocks against him, hips stuttering as Geralt's hand splays over his lower back, keeping him near.

He lets out a sharp moan, jerking forward sharply and as Geralt's hand squeezes around him, he comes. Geralt catches his lips in a deep kiss, rolling him onto his back and fitting himself against him.

Jaskier is barely aware beyond the blood rushing in his ears, but he can feel Geralt moving against him, hear the soft groans against his lips and he drowns in it. His whole body is alight and when Geralt rocks against him it's almost too sensitive. He wraps his arms around him, letting his fingers explore the planes of his back now that he's not too distracted to enjoy it. Geralt shudders apart in his arms, pressing his nose into Jaskier's neck as he comes and then he's still against him, but for his lips pressing against Jaskier's skin, slow and lazy.

Jaskier slumps, exhausted, but he's not quite ready to let Geralt go. He tries once, to lifts himself from Jaskier's chest, but Jaskier is feeling especially affectionate, post-orgasm and just slips one hand up into Geralt's hair, massaging his head softly.

"Don't you want to get cleaned up?"

"Mm," Jaskier hums, "I think we should sleep."

"I'll come back," Geralt promises, pressing up from the mattress again. Jaskier pouts but really he should have known Geralt would know him so well. He lets him go and Geralt offers a soft smile before slipping from the bed.

"Don't be long," Jaskier mutters, already tugging his pillow back under his head, "don’t forget, we have to leave early."

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solaeter · 4 years ago

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hate that I love you - Naoya Zenin [18+]

I haven’t actually written smut in like two years..well finished smutty content. I can barely start it and finish it, shame on me but I am pathetic °(ಗдಗ。)°. I am so nervous and shy, so pls no pitchforks and tomatoes _(:3」∠)_ this is a repost cause doubt hit me for a hot minute, but we gon be brave (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

Word Count: 2311

Request Status: OPEN

Warning[s]: Adult content, minors dni!! idk proper warnings cause my brain is fried atm, but there’s oral [f receiving], penetration which is given, slight manipulation? Naoya cause he’s a warning all on its own, noob attempt at dirty talk [I died k]. reader chan tries to hate naoya but can’t. It’s just porn without plot unless you squint.

Just when you thought you were safe, reality had another thing in mind. Strong hands pulled your hips up with a force that had your face hugging the pillow before you could register how you even allowed yourself to end up like this.

Why did it have to be now? You really thought you managed to get away. "Why are you doing this?" You turn your head, teeth latching to your bottom lip when two fingers glide along your clothed slit.

"You don't seem to mind." Naoya remarked, his voice laced with disinterest and boredom while his eyes roamed your body. Three months..that's how long he's been without you. His favorite toy. "You're already so wet for me, miss my cock that much?" He questioned with a sneer, sliding your pretty little panties to the side. The sudden chill made you squirm and his words bit at your budding arousal.

"Couldn't you have found someone else to toy with?" You avoided his question, voice hitching when he slid a finger up your dripping slit, stopping at your clit and circling the bud ever so slowly. It wasn't fair how he could work your body so effortlessly. Your mouth parts as your eyes squeeze shut.

Naoya smirks, his eyes never leaving your cute little cunt while you try to look as displeased as possible. You should have known getting away from him was quite literally impossible. He owned you.

"Why should I find someone else when I only need you?" The sentence itself sounded sweet, but you knew it was far from what it suggested. Ever since you met Naoya, he's had you by the palm of his hand. He used you for his own needs, taking and taking before tossing you to the side. Yet, you lingered and remained loyal until you tried to end things. Naoya let you live in a false sense of newfound freedom, giving you just enough space before making your world tumble back down, right where he wanted you.

Now, there was no denying that you looked absolutely stunning before him. Your body was meant for him, made for him to fuck over and over. You were his missing puzzle piece. When you don't answer Naoya, he clicks his tongue and brings his fingers down to your entrance, the tips teasing your hole before plunging knuckle deep, your walls clamping around him beautifully while you cry out.

The sudden intrusion made your thoughts muddle together and everything seemed to spin. Naoya could make you so stupid so easily and he laughs, so humorously. "Why would I find someone else when you're so..fucking worthless without me. I haven't even done anything and you're already stupid."

You glance back over your shoulder, cheeks burning when your eyes meet his cold ones. He never showed you an ounce of love, only half an inch of interest and a load of selfish, one sided desires. "I hate you." You spat while gripping the sheets when another finger eased its way inside you, stretching you further. Naoya curled his fingers roughly, swiping over the one spot that had stars in your eyes. He knew your body better than you knew it. Or so he claimed with a sense of pride.

No matter how long you've been apart, Naoya would be sure to remind you that no one else will make you feel the way he does. Even if you're spouting words of hate, he just knows you won't stay away for too long. "Heh, sure you do."

You wanted to be angry, call him out for being a vile piece of shit but nothing came out of your mouth besides helpless moans.

"Look at you, so pretty and fucking useless. Baby can't even argue with me." Naoya talked down at you, thrusting his fingers in and out of your pretty cunt until you're clenching around him with a strangled, frustrated cry as pleasure washed over your body. "Damn, you couldn't even hold it in. I'm disappointed." Naoya removes his fingers and your hole clenches around nothing, searching for more.

Oh his little whore. To ruin you is his greatest desire. To have you so wrapped around him, that nothing else in this world can compare to what he does. It makes his blood boil in such a way he can't describe and it shoots straight down to his cock. But he can't have you just yet.

Naoya has to break you more, see you crumble. So he flips you over and the gasp that leaves your pouty lips is nothing short of stupidly adorable. Even more so is how you look at him with wide, teary eyes. As if that would make his heart soften.

"Finally have something to say or are you just gonna stare at me like a fucked out fool?" Naoya spread your legs, bending to hike your skirt around your waist before fully removing your soaked panties. You were compliant, unmoving while he did as he pleased. To be honest, words failed you more when you needed them most.

"I– please forgive me for leaving.."

Naoya perked up when the words left your mouth, his own lips twisting into that of a sinister smile. "So you decided on being a good little bitch." He murmurs, placing a hot kiss on the side of your thigh. You always looked so good sprawled out before him, at his mercy. It had his mind spinning in circles, all the possibilities running rampant. "Where's your fight?" He asked casually, inching closer to your puffy cunt and you look down at him only to snap your head back onto the pillow.

"I have none, I should have listened the first time."

That sentence you knew by heart considering you've had to confess your wrong doings on multiple occasions. Naoya hums, content as his nose brushes against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your body reacts on its own, knees bending and toes curling into the satin sheets. You tried to resist him, tried your damndest but it never worked. It frustrates you, so much that you groan and nearly close your legs around Naoya's stupidly pretty head.

Firm hands catch your legs and dark eyes land on you. "Oh [Name], tell me what you're feeling. I'm dying to know." He didn't care. You let out a half laugh and sit up on your elbows.

"I hate you. With my entire being but I can't get away. It's not fair. You're– ahh not f-fair." Your words falter when Naoya's tongue slides up your cunt, lapping up your essence before going back down to your entrance.

"Mhmm.." He listens half heartedly, instead enjoying the sweet taste of you that graces his lips. You became putty in his hands, just like that. So simple, one movement. One hand threaded through his short locks, fingers grasping onto what it could once his tongue dipped inside your awaiting hole.

"Fuu–" You toss your head back, involuntarily pushing Naoya closer which causes him to chuckle and the rumbling of his body only has you sinking further into his palm. He watched you, how your chest would rise and fall as you panted, moaned and clung to him helplessly. Your reactions had his cock throbbing in his pants and he wasn't going to be able hold out much longer.

Adjusting one of his arms, Naoya's fingers soon met your clit and circled it quickly, building you higher and higher. Your body jerks and he keeps a hold of you, halting your hips to keep you still.

You tasted divine, like a special wine made just for Naoya. Your pretty moans were like music to his ears and when he pulls back, the whine that leaves your lips sounded almost sinful. "N-Naoya.." You look at him, eyes blown wide and vulnerable, so close to paradise. He smirks and continues his assault on your clit.

"What? You seem to be getting off just fine with my fingers. Now be a good little slut and cum for me." Naoya coos and just like that, your body listens to his every command. The coil snaps and your body trembles, legs spasming and threatening to close around his head but his unoccupied hand keeps them open while you cry out, incoherent words leaving your lips.

Naoya can't deny the sight and he groans, the desire to fuck you clouding his thoughts. ""Ah– fuck – what a good girl." He praised, an odd thing coming from him but it has you smiling so stupidly. You watch Naoya through half lidded eyes as he eases you from your high, rubbing small, slow circles around your sensitive clit. Your hips still move with him, your body wanting more.

"Naoya..I need you inside me." You barely manage and if it wasn't for the fact Naoya was so turned on, he would have bitched at you. Instead he uses his free hand to undo his pants and free his aching cock from its hellish confines.

Your eyes lock onto the throbbing member that now rests in his hand as he pumps it languidly. "Do you really deserve my cock? Last I checked," Naoya hovers above you, situating the tip right at your entrance. "You've been a bad girl." He teases you, pushing the tip just barely inside you before pulling back out. You whine, loudly with a pathetic pout forming on your lips.

"Please, I need you. So bad, I'll never leave again!" You cry, beg and lift your hips in search of what you wanted so bad. All fight, resistance and negative feelings vanished when all your mind and body wanted was him to consume you..

“Is that so?” Naoya hummed, bottoming out inside of you before you could continue your pleas. Your eyes roll back and he has to suppress the groan that dares escape his own mouth. He never grew tired of how you felt; how your walls fluttered around his cock, how you took him so willingly. So easily. You were truly meant for him.

The pace is set with languid thrusts, Naoya driving himself deep into your velvety walls. He watches your face contort and twist with pleasure and pain due to his size, it had him surging with a sense of animalistic pride. “Remember who you belong to.” He says lowly in your ear and all you can muster is a quick nod of your head as whimpers and cries leave your delicate lips. Your arms snake around his shoulders, keeping Naoya close while your legs lock around his waist.

“Look at you,” Naoya groans, shifting so that you now sat on his lap, his cock hitting places that made your head spin, “Taking me so well- goddamn - be a little louder. Let everyone hear what a slut you are.” He demands, his voice low and strained. You helplessly comply, bouncing up and down on his lap like a good girl. Your head was warped, just like he wanted. Every moan, cry and wail sounded like a symphony that was only meant for him. Naoya held your hips tightly, guiding your frantic movements, hitting every spot inside you that made you grasp onto him like some type of savior.

Ah yes, Naoya definitely is your savior in his sick twisted head. Though he hisses when your nails scratch his neck, leaving noticeable marks that surely would be questioned later. He didn’t mind, not in the slightest. If anything, it made him fuck you harder, his cock ramming your drenched hole as if it were his last day on this earth. The lewd sounds of your juices squelching every time he fills you had him going crazy and he ignored how you drenched his lap, uncaring of the mess since he so graciously caused it.

“So close, Naoya please,” Your voice is weak and broken, body trembling as it reaches the peak of nirvana. Naoya wasn’t far off from his own release and instead of being a total asshole like he wanted to be, he held you close.

“Let it go, baby.” He urged before biting down on your neck, sucking the tender spot to leave a claim on your body. You whine and unravel, pleasure overwhelming your body, legs trembling and shaking, you were thankful to be on his lap or you would have gone down. Naoya continues to fuck you, chasing his own release and groaning loudly when hot ropes of cum paint your delicate walls. He fills you completely, uncaring if you ended up bearing one of his kids. Hell the thought only made him feel more possessive. It would give him a greater claim over you, keep you with him.

Before Naoya allowed himself to get aroused once more, he removed you off his lap and got off the dirtied bed to fix his clothing. You watch in your fucked out daze, the grips of confusion and longing playing tug of war in your heart.

“W-Where are you going?” Your voice sounded so soft, so submissive. Naoya glances back and he admires his handiwork. You were an absolute mess. “You can’t..just leave me like this.”

How desperate. Naoya bit back a laugh, bending to pick up your discarded panties and toss them onto your stomach.

“If you want me so bad, you know where to find me.”

With that, Naoya bids his farewells and leaves you like you did to him three months ago. But he knew that you’d come crawling to him before the night ended.

On the other hand, you stared at the ceiling until your heart calmed down and were able to get off the bed. Would you run back to him? Even though you wanted to say no, your body said otherwise with the longing for his touch.

The only thing you knew for certain was that you hated that you loved him.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen naoya #naoya zenin #naoya zenin x reader #naoya x reader #naoya zenin imagines #jjk spice #posting this makes me so shy lmaooo #send help pls

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negandarylsatisfaction · 4 years ago

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[SUMMARY: PREAPOCALYPSE. Negan lies to Lucinda about not being able to have children. She takes matters into her own hands and during a sexual encounter makes him finish inside her. (Inspired by Bridgerton series)

Smut

TW: rape/ non con

Negan and Lucinda

Negan and you had met almost a year ago. Being a manager at a supermarket he shopped at, he always made it a point to act like he had something to talk to the manager about. Eventually asking you out on a date, in time the two of you had become serious with each other.

"How does this look?" You asked Negan as you placed a small frame of seashells in the bathroom.

"Well...you sure gave the place a womans touch," his response making you laugh.

The two of you enjoyed dinner together and a movie at home. A commerical of a pregnant woman came up and it made you smile. Children was something you had already been thinking about with Negan. The conversation had never really been spoken of as you noticed Negan would react strangely to the topic.

"Negan...dont you ever think we're missing something?" The question instantly making him clear his throat, he knew where this conversation was going.

"Not at all, sweetheart. What could we be missing? We're fucking great."

"I know we're great...but I still think we can be greater." Remaing silent he took a sip of his beer making you sigh.

"Negan dont you want to have children?" The question making him choke on his drink.

"Lucinda..that's a conversation for another time."

"What other time, you cant just tell me if you want children or not?" With a serious expression he ignored your question watching the show, his reaction making you annoyed.

"Come on Negan. It's not like we will make one at this moment, you cant just answer the question?"

"Lucinda-"

"You never want to talk about this and it's not fair to me, this is something that we should've spoken about long ago."

"Lucinda!" He suddenly yelled as he stood up in frustration.

"Lucinda. I fucking cant." He looked away as you frowned in confusion.

"What do you mean you cant?" You looked up at him as he turned his back to you with his hands on his hips.

"Lucinda I cant get you pregnant."

"But....I dont understand.." you looked down puzzled. If Negan could not get you pregnant, why did he always pull out every time he had sex with you? What was the point in that.

"What's there not to understand?" He aggresivly turned back to you, clear frustration buried within him.

"I can't give you a damn baby. Now drop it."

Never had Negan spoken to you in such a way. It wasnt fair for him to drop something of this magnitude on to you and just want it dropped without conversation. Leaving you alone in the living room you still wondered how accurate what he said was. You could feel it in you, something did not sound right.

After giving him some time to cool off you approached the bedroom. He lay with one hand behind his head, his eyes on the tv.

"Come here." He unexpectedly spoke shutting the television off. Walking into the room, slowly he pulled you into bed beside him and began kissing you.

"I dont like arguing with you." His deep voice penetrated your ears as he kissed your neck. His hand roaming over your thighs as he nibbled on your ear lobe. Before you knew it both of your clothes were off and Negan was on top of you. Passionately thrusting into you, you moaned against his lips. Gripping tightly onto his back as he continued to move, you could hear him breathing heavily against you. Usually when Negan finished you were either on your back or your knees, today you insisted on trying something different. Knowing his body language and the sounds he'd make when he was close to cumming you waited beneath him as he slammed into you. Screaming against him Negan cursed to himself. It was obvious he was trying his best not to blow. Without him expecting it, you rolled yourself over on top of him and began to ride him. If Negan really couldnt have children you didnt see why your plan would be a problem at all. He looked down at the sight of you hopping on his cock, you noticed him begin to break a sweat.

"Lucinda-" he groaned and you knew this was it, he was about to cum.

"Lucinda...get off.." you felt his hands on your hips attempt to pull you off but the feel of you riding him faster weakened him. Negan turned as red as you had ever seen him as he moaned loudly. Squeezing his eyes shut and tightly grabbing onto your thighs his deep moans filled the room.

"Fuck-" you felt his hips uncontrollably jerk up against you as you slowed down. Throwing his head back, you stopped your movement until he weakly looked down at you.

"Shit....why did you do that?" He asked breathlessly as you remained still on top of him. You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you. The feeling was something you had never felt before and god did it feel amazing. But, the shocked expression in his eyes distracted you from completely enjoying it.

"What's wrong?" You whispered.

"Get up." He responded bluntly making you feel confused. Without saying a word you stood up and watched him put a towel around his waist and light a cigarette.

"Negan?"

"I'll go to the pharmacy and get you that fucking pill." He spoke in a dry tone as you covered yourself up with the blanket.

"What pill?"

"That morning after shit."

"Why would I need one?" You responded stepping close to him. Your question making him look at you at a loss for words.

"Negan....why would I need one? Unless.....unless-" you frowned as you came to realization that Negan had lied to you. Tears welling up in your eyes you looked away feeling shame.

"If you didnt want to have children with me you could've simply told me."

"No, Lucinda its not-" before he could finish you ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. With a sigh of frustration Negan pulled up his pants and made his way to you. Knocking on the bathroom door, Negan called out for you. Regret in his voice as you remained silent wrapped in the covers sitting on the toilet.

"Lucinda open the door."

Wiping away a tear you could hear him taking a deep breath on the other side.

"Baby, it's not about you alright? It's not the way you're thinking-"

"Yes it is!" You suddenly opened the door yelling at him in frustration.

"Stop lying to me, I'm not a little girl. You dont want me to be the mother of your child and that's fine, that's how you feel." Negan frowned listening to you speak with the voice of a broken heart. You truly had no idea how this man felt about you.

"You think I wouldnt want to see you as the mother of my child?" Negan stepped close to you as you looked up at him.

"Look at me. What kind of a fucking father do I'd look like I'd be?" His words were filled with self disappointment and sadness. It crushed you as you realized that it was himself that he didnt believe in.

"You would be amazing." You whispered placing your hand on his chest.

"You dont even give yourself a chance, Negan." Looking down at you as he took in what you expressed, he pulled you close.

"You really think I could be a good dad?"

"The best," you smiled as you looked down at his lips.

"But...if you still want to get the pill. We can do that."

Negan felt conflicted, wanting to have a family with you but doubting himself ate him alive.

The next day Negan purchased the pill. Without saying anything of it you found it sitting at the dining table. You understood Negans way of feeling but boy did you wish you could change it. You wished you could make him see himself from your point of view. Negan stood at the kitchen doorway silently watching you stare at the pill packet in your hand. Not being able to hold himself back he unexpectedly rushed into the kitchen and pulled the packet out of your hand. Throwing it to the side, you gasped as Negan grabbed you and began to kiss you. Roughly he picked you up and sat you down on the counter. Moaning in excitment you felt him reach under your skirt and pull your underwear off. His kisses were intense as you heard the heavy buckle from his belt break open.

"Negan, what's gotten in to you?" You laughed as he kissed your neck. Negan was always a very sexual man but something seemed more aggresive in his nature today. You didnt mind it at all, you loved feeling wanted by him. The two of you moaned simultaneously at the feel of your bodies coming together as one. Negan did not hesitate and pumped into you hard.

"Oh my God-" you gasped wrapping your arms around him. His eyes intense, never taking them off yours.

"This what you want?" He moved aggresivly knocking down things off the counter with each thrust. Moaning and gasping against him you heard him mumble something to himself you couldn't make out. He was an animal, grunting against you but it only aroused you more.

Negan grabbed your neck by one hand and looked directly into your eyes.

"You want to have my baby?" He suddenly asked breathlessly as he held your face.

"Yes, Negan. Yes." You cried out when he bit down on his bottom lip and grunted with one last hard thrust. The look he had as he held onto you tightly making you take in every drop of him made your lips part. Another hard thrust making you squeal as he made you take all of him in. Furrowed brows as he concentrated on your expression, the thought of releasing himself in you unexpectedly turned him on.

Negan pulled out as you leaned back against the wall, the two of you attempting to catch your breath.

"Negan.." you whispered in shock.

"Are you sure...?" You asked before he took the pill that was thrown on the table and got compeltely rid of it. Never had Negan been so sure with what he wanted and he was sure he wanted it with you.

#jeffrey dean morgan #the walking dead negan #negan twd #negan x you #the walking dead fanfiction #negan fanfic #negan x reader #negan x oc #negan imagines #twd

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physicalturian · 3 years ago

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[18+] Ask and you shall receive - Miya Atsumu x Femdom!Reader

[She/Her pronouns used for the reader, no physical description; Everyone +18] [No spoilers from the manga]

Words : 9922

Archive of our own

Tags : BDSM / Powerplay / Dom!reader / Femdom / Dacryphilia / Orgasm control / Orgasm Denial / Overstimulation / Impact play / Aftercare / Vaginal Sex

Summary : Atsumu is craving your attention again and starts acting up for it, this time you don't have the patience to let him do as he pleases. Instead, you take matter into your own hands and make him understand that he should behave for once in his life instead of whining for attention. You proceed to make him beg for any sort of release. Oh, the sight he offers with tears streaming down his face...

Ever since the incident at the bar, I knew better than to ignore Atsumu when he wanted attention. We had talked about his reaction and even though he apologized, he also added that I looked too good that night and that he really wanted to leave the bar to fuck. While it was not the worst thing that could have happened, I still berated him for his childish actions and added that if he ever did that again I would beat him to a pulp. The man had the audacity to smirk and shrug, adding that it sounded pretty hot. We did not mention that evening afterwards, at least not his attitude, but he did not miss the chance to remind me—on multiple occasions—that I looked very hot when I had my foot on his chest at the beginning. He would mention it at the most inappropriate times, for example when I would hang up on someone after having raised my tone on the phone. Or again when I would dress up for a date night, with heels on.

With how many hints he was dropping, I had to have a conversation with him about it, which led to the most interesting highlight of this relationship. I discovered a compelling side of him that would then be put to great use in bed, and it had been done a few times, albeit lightly. We would switch roles when it was not just a simple fuck, it was refreshing.

Until now, it was the bare minimum—even if boundaries had been discussed. But today was the day I would make him understand to not fuck around.

The entire morning had been calm since he was asleep in his bed, leaving me on a call with Bokuto and a few other classmates to work on a project for one of the classes we had together. I had been staying for a few days at his place and he had been kind enough to let me use his desk instead of leaving me on the couch, which I could not be grateful enough for. When entering the room, opposite the door and straight ahead was the desk, leaving the left side occupied by a bed with a window right above it. This ensured I had some privacy, the camera facing the empty wall and entrance to the room, while he could still stay here. I was glad no one could see him sleeping, I don’t know what I would do if they saw him half-naked in the background.

Around 11 am, however, he got up. Shamelessly, he walked behind me, only wearing his boxers and placed his hands on my shoulders. I quickly turned off the camera and my microphone before anyone could see his face when he leaned over to kiss the top of my head. “Good morning, babe.”

“Tsumu, I am on a call with some people, could you please get dressed up?” I asked without looking at him. He huffed, offended and made me look at him by grabbing my chin and making me look at him, “Can I at least get a good morning?” It made my heart flutter to hear his voice still groggy from only waking up moments ago, but I did not say anything about it. Turning my chair, I looked up at him and beckoned him closer, he happily leaned over and let me cradle his face in my hands to kiss him softly, “Good morning, please get dressed and stay out of the room.” I smiled sweetly and patted his cheek as a way to tell him to leave. I did not miss the smirk that drew itself on his face when he pulled back and said tauntingly, “Or what? It is my place after all. You’re not a great guest to tell me what to do-“ “Atsumu.” I said in a warning tone.

His response was a shrug before making his way to the door. Right before leaving, he called my name, effectively gaining my attention, and blew me a kiss, “I’ll get dressed, just for you.” I rolled my eyes upon hearing his words and returned to my call.

It did not take him more than 20 minutes to return and bother me. It started by simply walking behind me, food in hand. He justified it by saying he needed to grab his phone from the bed; I ignored him and kept my focus on the work we were doing. Everyone was just as attentive, except for Bokuto who had burst out laughing when noticing Atsumu. It took him some time to calm down and finally be able to speak and work again.

Later, he walked by and ruffled my hair. I turned off the camera and the microphone to look at him annoyed. He put his hands in front of him in defense and chuckled, “Just here to get my charger.”

When he said so, he leaned over the bed again to grab it—that’s when I saw his outfit. I stood up and pulled his arm forcefully to have him stand in front of me, “Why are you wearing cowboy pants without the part that covers your fucking ass?” I hissed, glancing down and sighed in relief when I saw it was at least covering his dick. “You said I should dress!” “Properly! You look like an idiot, an undershirt and cowboy pants is-“ I forced myself to shut my mouth, not wanting to say something I would regret. Taking a deep breath, I pressed my index on his chest and glared at him. “Out and behave.” I gritted through my teeth.

He looked at me with a stupid smile on his face, his eyes trailing down from my gaze to my finger. “Yes, sir.” He said playfully before kissing my forehead and making his way to the door. Right as he reached it, I called out, “And cover your ass, now I understand why Bokuto laughed.” It made the blond laugh on his way out. I did not hear from him for a while after that. I thought he had understood, and I suppose I was an idiot once again for thinking anything could get through that thick head of his.

It must have been about half an hour later that he walked in, with only his underwear and a shirt on. I half-shut the laptop in panic and muted my microphone to reprimand him, “This is the third time! What is your excuse now? Where did your clothes go?” I asked in confusion and annoyance. A smug smile made its way to his lips as he sat on the bed, one leg on the side of the bed while the other was brought close to his chest. Now that he was out of the camera’s field vision I could sigh in relief, but it did not last long. Still smiling, his hand slid under his underwear and pulled out his cock; lazily, he started stroking it while still looking at me, not saying anything.

“What are you doing?” I knew he would not reply, it was more of a question to myself than anything, but he did not stop, he only quirked a brow and grinned more mischievously. “You know what? If you want to show off, so be it. I’m not giving you any attention.” I shrugged, looking back at the computer to resume my work. I was now fully aware that the idiot was jerking off in the bed next to me, but I still looked straight ahead. It would be a lie to say I was focused. My eyes were riveted on the screen and my hand was covering my mouth, my elbow resting on the desk; however, I could see him in my field of vision, his hand slowly going up and down his cock while his gaze was never leaving my form.

The call was supposed to end in more than an hour and if he had only been touching himself as such, I would have been able to finish my work—but he did not stop there. When most of the people left to go to another one of their classes, I was left with Bokuto, but I knew if I told Atsumu it was just him he would feel no shame in pulling me to bed to fuck. So, I kept my mouth shut. He did not.

It started with muffled whimpers, whispers of my name for my attention. Then sweet names calling. It quickly escalated to sounds the microphone could catch, long sighs, throaty moans on purpose or calling my name a bit louder. “Can you hang up?” I heard him whine childishly. I ignored him and typed to Bokuto,

Student3418: Sorry, he is being annoying. I muted, he just doesn’t know it, so he keeps whining.

I saw Kotaro laugh as he replied, his elbow now resting on the table, “What does he want? Can’t you just go help him out?” He asked. I was the one chuckling now as I typed back, Atsumu’s whines reaching my ears.

Student3418: He is literally jerking off because he wants to have sex. But I’m busy. I can’t believe he is being like that when I am supposed to be on call for a project.

I rolled my eyes to emphasize, making the grey-haired man laugh as he leaned back on his chair, “I mean, we’re almost done! You can go-“ He quirked a brow when I waved my hands in front of me to have him stop talking as I typed back.

Student3418: He can’t always get what he wants! Also, he seems to be getting off from showing off like that, don’t tell anyone though. I’ll let him think I’m still on call then I’ll teach him to stop being a brat.

Student3418: that stays between us

Student3418: don’t tell anyone

“What if you unmuted! And I stayed right there. It’s like—ya know, consensual and he gets to be super horny from showing off or whatever.” I pondered his words. As shameful as it could be, it did not take me long to make my decision, not with Bokuto smiling excitedly and Atsumu whimpering next to me.

Smiling to myself, I stood up and unplugged the headset, unmuting myself as I nodded at Bokuto. “Let’s, then. You can do whatever behind the screen, you will only have the sound.” Atsumu perked up and let go of his cock, his eyes looking at me with lust and desperation. Slowly, I made my way towards him and gripped his knees tight as I leaned over. “Are you fucking done whining?” I spat, making his eyes widen. The surprise turned into a pleased expression when he leaned forward and kept his face close to mine. “It got your attention, didn’t it?” I mirrored the smugness and let my hands trail down to his calves before pulling him off the bed roughly, his bum hitting the pillow that had fallen at the end of the bed.

“It sure did. I definitely got the message, loud and clear.” I smiled as I moved to the nightstand and pulled out the handcuffs he kept there. Atsumu tried to get up, that smug smile never leaving his face, but I pushed him back down with force and was quick to clasp the handcuffs around one of his wrists and onto the metallic end of the bed, then repeated the action on the other one, with a bit more fight from him. I had to sit on him to stop him from fidgeting, but once he was tied down, I stood up again and looked down at his arms open wide, his form begging to be played with. A big smile made its way to my lips.

“I should have done that from the beginning. Don’t you think?” “It took you long enough, I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.” He replied cockily, not paying attention to the situation he was in. Without smiling, I leaned in and gripped his chin with force to take a good look at him, making sure to look disgusted as I did so, “Charms? What charm is there in something that easy to get?” I asked rhetorically while letting go of his chin and pushing his chest as I leaned back. A breathless laugh escaped his lips, I looked down at his cock and saw how hard it already was from his lazy jerking off, but it was not fully hard. I removed my socks and pressed one foot against his needy cock through his underwear. “Come on, don’t be like that, babe. I just wanted your attention-“ “And my attention you have, look at how you’re responding,” I emphasized my words by pushing harder against his dick. He thrusted his hips forward suddenly, his head leaning on the mattress behind him. “This is honestly too funny, seeing strong Miya Atsumu getting off from my foot. Oh, this is a sight indeed.” I scoffed, never stopping the motion of my toes.

“It’s cute you think you have any control right now, you’re just as desperate for my cock. So don’t be shy and ride my dick, ‘kay?” He said smugly, only to groan when I pressed even more on his cock with my foot. “I didn’t quite catch that, could you repeat?” I asked with a twisted grin, his brows furrowing in frustration. Seeing him like that was a lot different than having him on top, and I enjoyed that change a lot. Watching him struggle against the restraints was so entertaining. We both knew he was enjoying it and I could only thank him for playing his bratty part so well. “You really think you can remove those handcuffs by brute force? Come on Miya, you’ve been going in and out of this room the entire morning. Don’t tell me you want to leave so soon...” I cooed, as I moved around the room to find the heels that made him go crazy oh so many times.

Once I found them, I slipped off my pants and shirt. Looking over my shoulders, I continued, “No… I’ll keep you here a little while longer, what say you?” I asked with a condescending huff all while looking for a more suitable outfit for the occasion of making this insufferable man beg. It was thrilling to try something new and, to make him feel somewhat more at ease, I picked one of the lacy lingerie sets he had almost begged me to buy. Now seemed like the best moment to try it on and make him even weaker, I thought with a smile as I undressed fully, my back still turned on him.

“I say you’re not going to hold back much longer since you’re already stripping, babe. But nice try!” He called out, his tone as arrogant as ever, as if he had not been whining moments ago for my attention. It ticked me off in a great way, considering the situation he was in. Laughing at his words, I finished dressing up and slipped the heels on before making my way to him. “Hear me out, Miya. Seeing you in such a pitiful taste is not a turn on, you just look needy and desperate. That puts you at a disadvantage, understood?” He did not reply right away, instead he smirked and looked at me tauntingly.

Clicking my tongue against my teeth, I gripped his hair tight and tilted his head to the side with force. I then leaned in and whispered sternly, “Understood?” “I understand that you look adorable like that, I knew that lingerie would look hot on you.” He grinned, that smug attitude still not gone. With a reassuring smile, I let go of his hair and brushed it back to take a good look at his face. “Do you remember what’s in the bottom drawer of your closet?” A nervous, if not excited, laugh escaped his lips. His eyes would travel from my eyes to my chest, clearly he was not thinking with his head right now. “Already bringing in the fun? Babe, you’re treating me,” He paused and added playfully, “Oh, or maybe you're laying everything out for me already? Such a good girl, I’ll be nicer to you since you are being-“ He swore under his breath when I squeezed his balls to shut him up. His back arched and I could see the bulge growing in his boxers. A scoff left my lips before humming.

“No need to buy a gag to shut you up, it looks like this does the trick.” I said happily as I stood up, almost tripping when he moved his foot to catch my ankle. Pausing in my steps, I looked at him with a threatening gaze, “Your list is not getting any shorter, you truly are going to be in for a treat.” I said before grabbing the riding crop from the drawer and grabbing my vibrator at the same time to make things even more interesting. I placed the latter on the bed where he could not see it, but I could grab it with ease.

Once I had returned to him, I looked down at his spread out form and smirked. Confidently, I started, “It would be stupid to ask if you are submitting, seeing how determined you are today-“ but Atsumu cut me off cockily, his chest puffed too proudly, “Well, you have been acting stupid by thinking you’re on top, why not ask a stupid question too-“ I reacted almost instinctively and spat on his face, making him shut his mouth quickly. “Only talk when I ask you to talk, in the mean time you keep your fucking mouth shut, understood?” He kept his mouth tightly closed; his pride having taken a hit. I leaned over and watched the saliva drip from his cheek to his mouth. Smiling, I wiped it and brushed my thumb over his cheek, “That was a question, you’re a bit dumb, aren’t you?” His cheeks flushed pink; just from that I knew I was slowly getting to him and it only broadened my smile.

Putting the riding crop down I clapped my hands in front of me and smiled again, “God, it feels nice to not hear you talk, I do rather miss the whimpers though. Shall I change that?” Hope flashed in his eyes, his arrogance suddenly back just from being given the attention he so desperately craved for. “I knew you couldn’t keep your hands off of me-“ I was fast to grab the riding crop and strike him across the chest, earning a grunt from the man who gave me an annoyed look. Raising my index finger, I reiterated, “Only talk when I ask you to talk, if you keep playing dumb so much I’ll have to fuck you dumb.” I sighed, reaching behind him for the vibrator and turning it on at the lowest speed.

“Babe- babe, come on, don’t-“ “Colour?” I asked to make sure he wasn’t really against it. With big eyes he mumbled, “Green.” I hummed happily and brought the vibrator to his cock, making him whimper at the first touch. He tried to bring his arms to me, perhaps to move it or to grab me; whichever it was, he could not move them and instead was moving his legs. “That’s what you wanted, right? Attention. I’m giving it to you.” I said with a smirk. He could not look at me, his brows were furrowed, trying hard to focus on the feeling of the vibrations on his sex. He bucked his hips to have the toy touch the tip of his dick instead of the base, but I quickly pulled back. “Fuck that!” He exclaimed, pouting and already seemingly out of breath.

I curled a brow and looked at him sternly, “You don’t get to complain when you can barely look at me when I’m making you feel good. I want those pleading, needy eyes to look at me as I make you moan and whine for more, understood?” He nodded, pouting.

“It wasn’t that hard, was it? Come on.” I stood up and made him close his legs to sit on his thighs before moving the toy back on his dick. His entire body tensed, I felt him trying to move his legs to make me move, maybe hit my back with his heels but nothing could be done with his hands tied and his legs blocked by mine. I chuckled lightly seeing how he was wriggling under me, soft whines leaving his mouth as he stared at the toy almost lost in pleasure. When I moved it higher, right under the tip of his cock, a high-pitched moan escaped his lips, “Please-“ “Look at me, and beg again.” I stated, wanting to see his hungry eyes, to see him look at me without the cockiness he would always be so keen on displaying. He closed his mouth and muffled his moans, a sigh of disappointment escaping his lips when I lowered the vibrator down his length.

Smiling to myself, I moved the toy higher once more, effectively making him beg again, his face still hanging. “Babe, come on, please, it hurts, please.” Annoyed that he wouldn’t look at me, I used my free hand to raise his head by placing my fingers under his chin. “Look me in the eyes and beg again.” His gaze was fleeting. He looked to the side, pouting. Without thinking twice, I slapped his cheek and repeated, “You know what to do, do it.” I said as I brought the toy very close to his sensitive tip. His mouth was open as he rested the back of his head against the bed, a proud smile on his lips. He moved his jaw a bit before looking at me darkly, “Please, mistress.” He said in a fake pleading tone, clearly mocking me while pursing his mouth a little.

Not responding, I brought the vibrator to his tip, making his hips jerk up. Moans flooded from his mouth only moments after I grazed his tip. When I saw him tense, I stopped and turned it off. He swore me off, but I interrupted his childish whines, “See, I would praise you if you obeyed. But now Kou probably thinks you’re a little brat from how much you run your mouth off.” I sighed dramatically. Seeing his eyes widen at the realization sent thrills coursing through my body. His eyes suddenly turned to the laptop, his breath heavy. With the silence that had settled, I could hear the slick sounds going on behind the screen, so could Atsumu. “Fuck me and I’ll beg all you want, ye just gotta break first.” He shrugged the best he could. It amazed me how hard it was to break him, but I was strong-willed, and I was not the one tied up.

“I think you lack the determination, and if you kneel right now and suck me off, for Bokkun to hear of course, then I’ll be lenient when fucking you,” He tilted his head to the side, the smugness ever so present on his features. “Is that a deal?” He ran his tongue over his teeth before grinning proudly, clearly unbothered by the predicament he was in.

I mirrored him and tilted my head to the side, “You don’t seem to understand, so I’ll repeat it one last time.” I crouched in front of him and gripped his chin to tilt his head my way. His cheek had reddened from my slap, and I knew it was sensitive from his little wince when I brushed my thumb over it. “See, you are too soft. I’ll treat you just how you like it, untie me and-“ I interrupted him by prying his mouth open, grabbing his jaw with force. When he tried to close his mouth, I pressed my knee against his cock and used my thumb to keep his lips parted. “Maybe you need me to be more clear.” What followed happened so fast I barely had time to think. Atsumu bit my thumb, defying each of my actions, my hand flew to his other cheek, slapping him hard before gripping his chin again. He was too stunned, and aroused, to say anything when I forced his mouth open again and spat in it.

“You keep that in, and you don’t swallow. That’ll make you keep your mouth shut. Nod if you understood.” Crossing my arms across my chest, I waited for his answer. When he leaned over just slightly, I was ready to hear him talk back again; while he did speak, the words that left his mouth made me smile wickedly. “That’s not nearly enough, I can take so much more babe, come on.” He said, sticking his tongue out and opening his mouth. The white spit stood out on his pretty red tongue, I wanted to fuck him just for giving me that very sight. His toothy grin made everything a lot more arousing, as much as I complained about his cockiness he was surely entertaining me.

Chuckling lowly, I brushed his hair back and tilted his hair back gently. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried hard not to swallow my spit. “Oh, so you’re being good now?” His grin widened upon hearing my words, “Just trying to get what’s rightfully mine, ya know? If I’m not gonna have that spit on my cock, may as well have it in my mouth.” I was taken aback by his words, even if it was not articulate with how little he could use his tongue, I had understood, and it made my body heat up. Keeping my composure, I hummed inquisitively and tilted his head just a little bit more to spit once again inside his mouth. I did not miss the way he closed his eyes and sighed loudly through his nose. How I loved seeing him displayed as such, I wanted to hear more of him, to see him writhe under my touch, moaning, whining, sobbing. I knew he would look good with tears streaming down his cheeks, begging for release.

There was no helping my hands from pulling his boxers down and pulling them off his legs before sitting back on his lap. It brought his attention back to me and with a smirk, I gripped his cock tight and started jerking him off slowly. He instantly struggled against the handcuffs and tried to thrust inside my hand; when he did so, I let go. He threw me a glare, his brows furrowed. “Stay put, and I’ll get you what you want. Whine for me and I’ll continue, I can’t have you speak when you’re being so good by keeping my spit in your…” I brushed my thumb over his lips, “Pretty mouth, hm?” His chest was rising quickly. As I gave his body a long look, I could see his fists were tightly closed, almost turning his knuckles white. So he is that annoyed? No, that’s not it. He is on edge, he wants to be touched, he needs to be touched…

Hearing a low whine, I looked at him and pecked his lips tenderly before resuming, all while whispering, “It’s a shame you’re being so shy, I’m sure Kou would love to hear your melodious moans.” He shook his head, but the way his eyes stared into mine daringly only fueled my urge to make him beg wantonly, to cry for release, to be the whore he had been keen on being while I was on call. With more skills, I kicked up the pace of my hand around his dick. I had seen him jerk off a few times, I had seen what he liked, I was also very aware of the face he would make when he was close so without ever stopping my motions, I leaned over. “You are holding back so much for a slut that was desperate to be heard only moments ago,” I ran my tongue over his neck, kissing him with an open mouth all over until I reached his jaw, right under his ear.

“Coy does not suit you, I like you better shameless.” As I said that, I sped up again all while running my free hand over his chest, my thumb playing with one of his nipples. A throaty cry was heard, but did not leave his mouth as his head rolled back; I stopped him right on the edge. He tried to thrust his hips inside my hand only to find it sitting on his thigh. “The longer this goes on, the more I like the idea of never making you cum. Thoughts?” His eyes widened; panic was written all over his face. When he tried to lean forward, his brows knitted worriedly; I pushed him back and covered his mouth in case he considered talking. “Shush, shh, I’m sure you can hold back one more.” As I said so, I grabbed the toy again and placed it right on his tip, “Look at me, hey, look at me,” I kept the toy on his cock and lifted his face with my free hand.

His face was reddening, his body was burning and sweating, he was reaching his limit. I saw the way he closed his eyes in bliss when I caressed his cheek and held him right there, fuck did he look good. “Open your eyes, focus and don’t hold back your pretty moans, Tsumu.” His pleading eyes looked straight into mine, wordlessly begging me not to do this; he shook his head, letting out little grunts. I only smiled in return at first. I then leaned in and kissed both of his cheeks tenderly, seeing the reddening from the slaps of earlier; with my mouth still against his skin, I slid my free hand to his and threaded my fingers with his. “Squeeze my hand if your color is green-“ I did not have time to tell the two other options that he squeezed it tight, his gaze turning away from me, flustered. Humming proudly, I trailed my tongue from his cheek to his ear, stopping there to breathe, “Looking very submissive, Miya.”

His sole response was to try to thrust my way, to bring my attention back to his needy cock. That’s exactly what I did. I brought the vibrator back to his tip and turned it on to the second speed; almost instantly, Atsumu started writhing under me. Balancing myself, I pushed his hips back to hold him down and moved the toy around his tip. His whines were quick to turn into sobs. The sight he offered made my core throb, his head was tilted back against the bed, his throat on display, constricted when he tried to hold back his moans. His entire body was tense, I had a hard time holding him down, but I knew I only needed to last a bit more until he was close. “Fuck, if you could see yourself. I’m sure you can hear yourself already, can’t you Miya?” I huffed a laugh, bringing the toy down his length and to his balls. His mouth ripped open to let out a cry of pleasure, tears running down his face. “Oh yes, anyone can hear you,” I hummed, trailing my hand to his chest then to his neck to grip it slightly. “But you like it, being the center of attention. Hm?”

He was too far gone to reply in any shape or form. “But that’s not when you thrive, no, you’re entitled to that attention,” The most obscene moans were escaping his lips; with his head tilted back, he couldn’t spit out my saliva, but I feared he would choke on it, so I tilted his head forward and covered his mouth, “Being ignored, that turns you on. You deserve things, fuck you do.” I said breathlessly, speeding up the pace of the toy as I brought it back to his tip, “But not being given what you want turns you into such a needy, greedy bitch.” He nodded desperately, tears adorning his shameless features like the smallest of diamonds. His eyes widened, his cries muffled behind my hand, he was so close to release.

I turned off the toy and quickly stepped away from him, seeing his form quiver in frustration and almost release. “That’s three times,” I stated with a smirk, “But I’m sure you know that; the frustration on your face speaks for itself. It’s funny.” I scoffed and kicked Atsumu’s legs open before moving to the desk and bringing the chair in the space between them. I then sat down on it, he was at the perfect height for me to make good use of his mouth.

Tilting his head up to look at me, I nodded at him, “Open wide.” He did as ordered; he hadn’t swallowed the saliva yet which filled me with pride and arousal. “Such a good boy, swallow,” With a gesture of my head, I added, “I’m sure you have a lot to say-“ “You can’t do that, please, babe!” He said, seconds after having swallowed. His voice was still wavering in need and desperation; even if I had pushed his hair back, a few strands stuck to his forehead with sweat. I couldn't care less what he was saying, I was too focused on how exquisite he looked with those tears streaming down his cheeks. “I can do that. I’m doing it, aren’t I?” I asked with a smug smile.

His voice was so low I had to read his lips, “Babe” was what he had said, he was pleading, he could not hold on any longer. “No.” I simply stated, I was fully aware of the effect it would have on him, being told no was not something he was fond of. His attitude changed suddenly, turning from pleading to a false confidence, after all—how composed could he be with drying tears on his beautiful skin? “I’ve played along until now, you should untie me now,” He really tried to sound alright, to hide that merely seconds ago he was begging for this to stop. There was no holding back the smile from adorning my features, “Give up control already, it does not suit you. We both know you look better spread out screaming my name,” He looked at me with a sultry look, it definitely had an effect on me. My cheeks warmed up, but I was not in the mindset to let him take control, I liked being in this very position of power. “Begging for release with my head between your legs-“

I interrupted him by laughing in his face and leaning back on the chair a moment before meeting his gaze again. Oh, his ego was hurt and from his reddening cheeks he liked it. “If you wanted to eat me out you could have just asked, here,” Still looking at him, I pulled down my panties and let it drop on his hard cock. I made sure it did not fall off then slipped off one of my shoes to press my foot against his dick, “Have at it, prove to me you deserve to cum.” He gritted his teeth at my words and the pressure on his dick, his arms moving uselessly against the restraints as I moved in a good position for him to lean over. “No.” He said with a bratty smile as he rested his head against the mattress while giving me a taunting look. Chuckling again, I reached for his face and caressed his cheek gently, slowly sliding my hand to the back of his head before gripping his hair tightly and making him look at me. “I think I should edge you a bit longer, you’re not docile enough.” I said as I pushed my foot onto his cock more.

Oh, the delicate sound that left his throat, the neediness dripping from his voice, the obscenity of it all when a moan ripped from his throat from being treated like filth. His chest started rising quickly, I could feel him thrusting his dick against my foot, aching for any sort of friction, yearning to be touched like—“Such a whore, how fucking pitiful you look like that, Miya.” I whispered against his lips before kissing them hungrily, moving my foot against his cock as I did so. It made him moan into the kiss, his thrusts becoming more erratic once again. “A stubborn, pitiful whore that never listens.” I breathed, breaking the kiss leaving us both breathless, him a bit more than I was. He whimpered when the kiss broke, his mouth open and inviting. With a quick tug of his hair, another moan echoed, I let go of his cock and made him sob quietly.

He was breathing heavily through his mouth, trying to calm his tears as I kept his head back a moment. “Was it foolish or cocky to think you could get off without me realizing it? I’ll have to think about that,” I pondered out loud. Bringing his face back to look at me, I smirked, “Actually! You know what could help me clear my mind?” He shook his head tiredly, face more puffy from the tears. Fuck did I like him like that, silent, slutty and submissive. With another purposely threatening smile, I tilted my head to the side before bringing his head between my legs, he understood the assignment pretty quickly and started lapping at my sex hungrily. I laughed soundlessly at the feeling of his muscle between my folds and gripped his hair tighter, the vibration of his moans sending shivers coursing through my body.

And as good as it felt, I wanted to tease him, to push him, to break him. “Have you started already?” I asked, uninterested. He looked up and tried to pull back, but I held him right there, never looking away from him. “Don’t be mad like that, try harder. I’m sure you can do it.” With an annoyed grunt he did just that and started sucking on my clit, lewd sounds echoing in the room along his heavy breathing through his nose. I held back my moans the best I could and instead laughed through it, “I knew you would make good use of that tongue-“ I paused feeling myself smile in pleasure at how good he was then continued, as composed as I could, “Have I told you how good you looked tied up?” Another long lick between my folds, he was not stopping, he was definitely skilled with his tongue but there was no way I would tell him that. “And that gag, fuck does it look good on your mouth.” I breathed, brushing his hair back, meaning my pussy.

His face flushed a darker colour, the praises were getting to him a different way the insults were, but they were getting to him, nonetheless. Lapping enthusiastically, he sped up the pace and focused solely on my clitoris. It was getting hard to keep the moans in, when I felt myself tense I tried to pull his head away, but he only chuckled and with the sheer strength of his neck, stayed put. My grip on his hair was not loosening, but the closer I was getting the less I had the strength to pull him back. Full moans escaped my throat as I let my head fall back, “Fuck—Miya you—bastard.” I repeated it over and over until the last word that left my mouth was said in a high-pitched tone and I felt a wave of pleasure roll from my shoulders to my aching core. The knot that had formed in my lower stomach snapped and I heard Atsumu laugh as he pulled back and licked his lips.

“Lost control there, chief?” “Hard to put you back in your place when you moan each time I pull on your leash, dog.” I replied. His face lit up, curious but he quickly switched it to something more smug. “If I’m a dog, you’re a cat in heat with the way you were mewling my name, babe.” I was quick to push him away and slipped back my heels before pushing him more against the bed with my foot as I stood up. For a man that had been denied an orgasm four times, he still held himself with too much pride, arrogance rolling off his shoulders. I made sure to press the back of my shoe more than the tip, the pointy heel digging against his sternum painfully. “It’s your turn to bark then.”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Atsumu grinned, “I’m a stray dog, I don’t have to listen-“ I cut him off by leaning over and wrapping my hand tight around his neck, “You’re collared now. You’re mine, bark.” A whine first left his stupid mouth, he then croaked, “Harder.” I did, I choked him harder, smiling sadistically at his pornographic state, how fucking desperate he looked with his cock leaking from being teased so hard. And yet he was asking for more. Brushing my lips against his ear, I scoffed, “Bark now.” And he did. A weak bark, only loud enough for me to hear but it was just enough for me. And it was enough for him too, how humiliating it must have been and how aroused he had gotten from that.

Pressing a soft kiss on his cheek and brushing his hair out of the way once more, I sighed “Good boy.” “I’m not doing that again, it's just because I wanna cum, okay? I didn’t like it-“ Cutting him off, I said, “Do you hear something?” And threw him a glance before smirking, “I’ve always wanted my pets to talk, it’s a shame I still can’t understand them.” With that, I pushed the chair aside and crouched to grab the riding crop from the ground and started trailing it on the length of his leg, very slowly. His eyes were set on it, following each of the movements, hoping I’d trail it to his needy cock. Which I would not. Instead, I grazed it around the base of his cock, never giving him the satisfaction of friction against it, “It’s truly fascinating, how the human body works-“ “Shut up and fuck me, I don’t care-“ a hard hit on his chest was enough to shut him up for the moment.

Giving him a look that dared him to go on, I waited before resuming. “Or perhaps is it the mind? Who’s the guilty one between-“ “Babe, on fucking god, I don’t care-“ two more strikes on his chest, harder this time. It left him grinning in pure euphoria, he stared at me playfully, daringly too. He was simply waiting for more opportunities to talk and get struck. I continued trailing the leather tip of the riding crop onto his chest then to his arms, “Just because you think you can take it does not mean your body can, boy.” I gritted through my teeth, delicately trailing the item to his hand and asking sternly, “Color.” He breathed green then added, “You should hit me more, I kinda feel like going red.” I raised a brow and he looked down at his chest, “I think the color looks good on me.”

Understanding what he meant I hummed, “Give me a number.” “I don’t know, 13?” without giving him any warning, I hit him once, “Count with me, if you don’t cum by the time I’m done, I’ll fuck you.” With that he arched his back, begging physically for more. He would moan the number eagerly, sometimes trying to get me to hit certain parts, but I avoided them on purpose, telling him he was not in charge right now. Seeing how much he was enjoying it, I upped the difficulty and grazed the leather on the tip of his cock, “How many hits are there left?” I asked with a smile.

Atsumu had to take a deep breath, trying to get himself under control as he breathed tiredly, “Four.” He regretted it instantly when he looked down and saw me twirl the riding crop around his tip. “Hold on tight—well, it’s not like you could move anyway.” I laughed before flicking the riding crop on his cock, a more desperate throaty moan left his lips. It was beautiful to hear, but not as beautiful as hearing him whimper “Ten” through the pain and pleasure he felt. “Good, I would have added to it if you had lost count.” He sobbed, shaking his head for me not to do so. Huffing a laugh, I tutted him in a calming manner, “Of course not, you’re being so good. I’m not mean,” With that I hit his throbbing cock once more, making him cry out in need. It was surprising he had not forgotten to count; his mind was clear enough to remember that. “I simply give you what you deserve for being such a brat, right?” I cooed. With the back of his head resting on the bed behind him, I could not see his face, so I gripped his chin and made him look at me.

“Right? Say it.” With his head only straight thanks to my hand, he looked at me with a half-lidded gaze, “Whatever you want me to say, I’ll say it.” He slurred, dazed and exhausted. “Tell me you’re a brat-“ “You’re a brat” He grinned, proud of what he had done. I was not, I hit his dick harder, precum leaking from it, clearly aching for release. Hearing him so sinful, so lewd, made me want to fuck him on the spot, but I held back. “Twelve”

Changing technique, I gripped his cock tight and very slowly started jerking him off, “Let’s try this again. I am a brat-“ say it, was supposed to follow but the man interrupted me, “I’m glad you’re admitting it babe, now come on my lap and fuck me.” It was funny, I did like his banter, but fuck was he exhausting, keeping the attitude through and through. Trying to hide my smile, I looked down and hummed as I lowered my head, “I wonder how long you’ll hold out if I start sucking you off, 20? 30 seconds?” I asked rhetorically, grazing my tongue on his reddening tip. Seeing him tense again only made me want to tease him more; as he thrust his hips to meet my mouth, I leaned back and hit his cock harder than before. “Fuck! Thirteen—please, please, I didn’t cum, please-“

Tilting his head with force to look at me, I sat onto his lap and kissed him softly, “You didn’t, that’s true. Do you think you deserve to cum?” I asked him. While he looked at me in shock, I leaned over and let my hand wander behind him to slide the box from under the bed and pull out a condom package from it. “I do, I fucking do, I let you have your fun alright?” Shushing him by placing my index finger on his mouth, I used a condescending tone and said, “You didn’t let me do shit. You submitted the moment you slutted yourself out on that fucking bed.” Bringing the package in front of him, I ripped it open and dangled the lubed condom in front of him. He started whispering under his breath to just slide it on and ride him, so I took my time as I did so. All the while, I said, “I’m sure you’ll remember not to bother me next time. Hm?” I looked up, waiting for a “yes”. He simply nodded quickly.

“You lie too easily. We both know a whore like you doesn’t consider this a punishment, but a treat.” I huffed, wrapping my hands around his cock to place the condom perfectly well. “We don’t want it to come off, do we?” “Babe, stop teasing, I’m so fucking close please…”

Giving him a doe-like look, I pursed my lips, “I still have to prepare myself; you can’t think your tongue was enough to do the trick?” I knew he wouldn’t answer, he wasn’t fully there. But I had to make sure he was still up for it. Cradling his face in my hands, I pecked his lips tenderly, “How are we feeling?” He kissed me back lovingly, albeit lacking energy. “Green and horny.” “Alright, bear with it a bit longer.” I winked. Seeing him in such a state made me cave in first. I would not admit that the reason why I lowered myself onto his cock without much preparation was because I wanted to see the effect it had on him. I knew he would not hold on any longer and feeling how tight I was around him did the trick. A bit too well. After rolling my hips against him only a few times, I heard him cry out. He shut his mouth instantly to muffle it, but I had heard it loud and clear, he had been stimulated so much that it had been enough to make him cum.

“That was fast.” I stated, pausing my action and trailing up kisses on his chest, delicately caressing the reddening spots on his skin. “You promised so much, and I am feeling greedy.” His eyes blew open, his chest suddenly rising faster than it was before. Giving him a teasing smile, I grabbed the vibrator on the side and placed it right against my clit, it was touching the base of his cock too. He quickly understood what was going on. “I can’t—I’m done, I can’t-“ “You’re done? Sweetheart, I’m not.” Approaching his face, I grinned, “Color.” When he replied green, I turned on the vibrator at the lowest speed, my walls clenching around his dick only moments after. I resumed the rolls of my hips and used one of my hands on his stomach for balance. Our moans basked the room, but his whimpers were all I could hear. I couldn’t hear myself, just him swearing under his breath along the rattle of the metallic handcuffs against the bed. “Babe, I’m—the thing please, it’s too much.” He whined.

Glancing at him, I fastened my thrusts on his cock, seeing his tears running down his cheeks. Fuck does he look good like that, “I like you like that, whored out.” I laughed, suddenly moving my hand from his stomach to his shoulder when I felt his dick graze the spot inside me. “Fuck that’s it, you’re a lot better when you’re not doing anything Miya.” I gritted through my teeth. His head bumped mine lazily, I could see the way his face was contorted in pleasure and pain. “I’m gonna cum, stop it please.” He sobbed, his mouth opened as salacious sounds escaped it. “Earlier you were begging for release, now you don’t want it? That’s a bit confusing, I think I’ll have you cum again.” I grinned manically as I increased the speed of the vibrator and moved it to his balls, it worked like a charm. His legs trembled under my form, his shoulders tensing again as his head rolled back and he cried out in pleasure.

“Good job, fuck you look so good right now.” I panted, leaning over to kiss him hungrily. I felt him smile against my lips as he returned it with a bit less enthusiasm. “One more.” I uttered against his lips. Never stopping my hips, I brought the toy back to my clit and ran my free hand against his chest, making sure to claw it. I could feel myself getting so close from hitting the perfect spot as I lifted myself up and down onto his cock with the balance of my knees. It started to hurt, and my fingers were slowly going numb from the vibrations, but when I felt a wave of pleasure travel my body I brought my free hand to my mouth and had to focus not to stop moving. “Don’t cover babe, lemme hear.” Atsumu pleaded. Looking at him, I did just that and let out a desperate cry when I clenched around his cock and felt all the tension in my body leave suddenly.

Out of breath, I let myself fall back onto his thighs, all the energy gone from my body. Getting off his cock, I saw how hard it had gotten again, how close he was to another orgasm. “I still need that one.” I whispered as I brought the vibrator to the tip of his cock. He was now openly crying, his cock responding more than his mind. I toyed with him until I saw his cock literally throb, a mix of a cry and loud sigh leaving Atsumu’s mouth. It was all I needed to know he had come a third time. Taking the condom off his cock, I tied it and threw it in the thrash nearby.

He looked so beautiful, fucked out, silent, his eyes wet from tears and his throat dry from moaning so much. If only I could take a picture of him at this very instant…

Seeing how tired he was, I tossed the toy aside and crawled next to Atsumu before kneeling right there. “You did good, you did so good.” I praised him as I cradled his face before kissing him tenderly, my hands brushing his hair out of the way before caressing his cheeks. “I’ll untie you, are you good? Wait,” Leaving a kiss on his forehead, I stood up quickly, maybe I wobbled but it wasn’t enough to make me stumble. I made sure to make a detour by the computer to close the laptop, then I pulled the sheets from the bed and brought them to the ground where Atsumu was sitting, alongside a pillow.

I placed the pillow next to him and dropped the sheets on his legs and unclasped the first handcuffs, “Shit your wrist is red,” I mumbled, dropping his hand as I undid the other before holding both and taking a good look. “Respectfully, that’s why you shouldn’t have struggled against your restraints.” I huffed a laugh, looking at him, worried he had either fallen asleep or was in too much pain to do anything. It was neither, his eyes were focused on all my actions as a smug smile adorned his features again. I ignored him at first as I stood up and slipped on a pair of pants and rushed to the bathroom to bring some ointment and a glass of water. Once I came back, I saw him barely standing by the bed, pillow in hand. “Atsumu, you shouldn’t be moving-“ “I’m fine, just wanted the bed instead of the ground.”

Rolling my eyes, I helped him back in bed and brought him the sheets again before sitting on the bed next to him. “Give me your hands.” He did so, but not without teasingly saying, “You won’t tie them this time?”

Huffing a laugh, I shook my head, “Clearly not with those handcuffs again, look at your wrists.” I said as I spurted some ointment on my hands and started spreading it onto his red wrists. He laughed a bit and shrugged, “Well, not gonna lie, I was pulling hard against those handcuffs. It might be the reason why—and you know what? In my defense, I thought they would break.” It made sense to him when he said it, but I looked at him with a deadpan expression as I let go of his hands and handed him the glass of water.

“Atsumu, they’re made of metal? Attached to a bed. None of those would break.” I stated before looking at his chest and wincing at the sight. I did go hard there. Atsumu seemed to have seen my reaction. I thought he would complain, but instead he chugged his glass of water to then fumble around the bed; once he had what he wanted he handed it to me, his phone. “That’s so hot, can you take a pic for me?” Taking his phone hesitantly, I chuckled nervously and nodded before doing as he asked.

“Ya know, I’m glad you didn’t break character. It was super hot, but now I kinda wanna do the same to you, you know?” He pondered out loud as I spread the ointment on his torso and stomach, gently doing so to not hurt him too much. Once I was done, I moved to his face and treated his red cheeks, “You asked for it, I did not. You’re the one who started touching yourself while I was on call.” I said as a matter of fact.

“Yeah, but I really wanted to fuck you. You can’t blame me.” He grinned, his beautiful eyes focused on mine. Looking him dead in the eyes, I tried to frown but couldn’t help the stupid smile on my lips. “You can’t always use that as an excuse.”

“But you’re hot, babe. My dick did all the thinking.” He pleaded, wrapping his arms around my form, wincing in the process. Shaking my head, I crossed my elbows on his chest and looked at him from a weird angle. “Well, I hope Kou liked the show. I was not joking when I said he could hear you.”

His cheeks flushed red. “That—yeah, that. I don’t know, I think it’s super hot but I also feel like… payback is due, you know?” He trailed off, trying to find the words. Then, as if he had had an enlightenment, he clasped his hands on my cheeks, “Yes! I think we should invite Bokkun next time. He heard me enough, but I think he should hear you moan my name next time. Thoughts?” He hummed, mumbling it would be so hot, it would show I’m his.

“I think that’s to be discussed, but I’m not saying no.” I told him with a forming smile. It made his mood rocket, and he was quick to grab his phone, which I took from his hand and threw aside.

“That’s for later, first you eat something. And you rest, because you can barely stand and you’re only that energetic because…” I frowned, confused, “I really don’t know where you found that energy, but I’ll bring you food and we’ll relax a bit.”

He looked at me beaming. “What is it?” I asked, pushing his face away. He then grabbed my hand and kissed it gently before running his tongue on my fingers. I made a disgusted face but didn’t pull back, “You’re cute like that. All caring and stuff, I like it.” That made me pull my hand away and stand up, face flaming.

“Shut up and sleep, I’ll bring you food.” I said rapidly before walking away.

“But babe I just ate you out, I’m so full-“ Atsumu called out playfully.

“On god, I will choke you non-sexually if you don’t shut up.” I replied before slamming the door.

Now away from his arrogant face, I thought he was cute too, not that he was going to know right now. His suggestion was interesting, but I wondered how he would take the competition with Koutarou being in bed with us… Thinking about it, I thought it was going to be fun.

#haikyu atsumu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #ao3 #ao3 physicalturian #physicalturian #writing #writer #fanfiction #smut #haikyuu!!

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lovecolibri · 3 years ago

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SaL anon here friend thinking I'll join in on the speculations about the latest episode. So I read the post you rebloged about Buck mirroring the feelings of those around him as a way to avoid his own/feel accepted around them, and thought about how this episode was originally supposed to air 5x08 an episode where an actual mirror led to so much confusion and angst for Eddie and it was only when he realized it was a reflection that the kids were saved, and how Buck was upset he hadn't realized.

Hi bestie! You're posting theory once again proves true, for the most part, though in my defense, I'm also at the whim of the gif makers and while this episode was delightful in every other aspect but the b*ckt*ylor one, the last 10-15 minutes really drug the whole episode down (but also provided some...inch resting insights) leading to the wall of text posts I'm sure you saw (with a healthy mix of petty memes because of course). Anyway, I'm trying to figure out if once they break up, I'll be able to watch this episode again and fully enjoy it knowing I don't have to suffer through them being a couple for much longer but honestly I just so deeply dislike her character that sitting through her "sob story" again feels impossible. Like, I have zero trouble sitting through scenes with any of the other love interests for the rest of the firefam, even a*a's scenes (though I might still cringe) and still enjoy the episode but I'm not sure I can do it with Tay Kay because she has been pushed so in our faces and she is just so deeply unlikable as a character for me (sound familier? 🙃🙃🙃). And it's such a shame because the rest of this episode? Solid. Gold. Absolutely back on the normal 911 bullshit we all know and love. Insane calls? Family drama? Absolutely hilarious scenes that literally had me in tears? Adorable couple moments? It was all SO GOOD so I'm hoping some time and space and the eventual break up will soften the automatic "NOPE! HARD PASS!" reaction I have when I see her face, but we'll see. 🤷‍♀️

Okay, so as much as the last part of that episode was painful to watch (and not in the "good angst" kind of way like this show is so good at (lookin at you fight or flight, tsunami arc, etc), but more in the cringe, "sexy math" scene kind of way), it's also got me DEEP in my Evan Buckley feels because there is SO much going on here. With his actions born out of a knee-jerk trauma response to being "abandoned", with him shoving down his feelings so he's not being "needy" or making it about him, with him only getting a "love" acknowledgement for things he did and not for who he actually is as a person, with the choices Oliver is making with his face and the lack of eye contact and the body language and everything. It's all just so much in this episode, especially given the awkwardness we've seen from them all season.

And that mirror parallel to Defend In Place sure is something! The way we could have gotten the direct follow up to Tay Kay's story from 5x07 and then had an episode where she wasn't even brought up? But Eddie looks on the verge of a breakdown? Eddie realizing him and Buck had been, totally on accident, given bad information on the direction they should be heading and it took looking into a mirror to figure out the right way to go? The way Eddie lit up like a Christmas tree when he figured it out, but Buck was standing there still confused? The way Buck needs to look into the mirror of his relationship with Abby and see the parallels to his current relationship, but while Eddie has had his epiphany, Buck is still confused and hasn't made the connection yet? Like???? I'm absolutely feral about all this actually?

Because just like with Abby, Buck's putting in all the work and making the gestures, but this time he's not doing it out of love but because it's what he's "supposed" to do so it all looks (and feels) so hollow. Buck respected Abby first (definitely not something he will ever be able to say about Miss Girlboss) and genuinely enjoyed talking to her and then started a relationship. He asked Bobby what to do to keep the relationship working because she was drowning and he's Mr. Fix-It but he couldn't fix her mom being sick and eventually dying. And Bobby's advice was good and Buck did all the things out of genuine love and respect, however (it's especially clear on the re-watch), he and Abby had fundamentally different ideas of what their relationship was and what they wanted out of it and that's why she left thinking he would move on after a short time and forget all about her. And now, Buck is following the same pattern of getting into the mess because that's what Bobby said to do and it worked with Abby until her struggle was gone/took a new shape, and it worked with repairing his relationship with Maddie and building his relationship with Eddie, and being there and being a good friend to the rest of the firefam. But the thing is, it's not because he loves her that he's trying to help or be there as support for things he can't fix. It's because that's what you're supposed to do. It's a checkbox on a list of How To Keep People From Leaving You (Kind Of) and when it's backed by sincere love it's an act of service, it's a fulfilling part of the relationship but when it's not? When it's just a Thing You Do To Not Get Left? It's draining. And good god Buck looks drained this season. He is once again trying so hard and getting nothing that he actually needs back. And when he realizes he's fallen back into old bad habits, what becomes of his relationship then?

Anywhoodles, it's is very late and this is very long and rambling and may no longer make as much since as it did when I was thinking it in my head so I'm going to shut up now. *i just have a lot of feelings gif* but I'm just going to say that I am very interested to see what Monday night has in store for us for this winter finale. They are usually more on the wholesome side and wrapping up open plotlines but with as different (derogatory) as this season has been, who knows what we're going to get!

(also, whatever you do, do NOT think about masking and hiding true feelings and Michael Guerin (season 2 especially) because it WILL ruin your day and have you in tears. Just let these traumatized, curly headed men desperately grasping at any scrap of something that could possibly be "love" thrown their way, realize they are already so deeply loved by dark haired, sarcastic/sassy former military men who others might think are "closed off" but are actually giant marshmallows, and are a little overly cautious with technology/personal security, but on opposite ends of the tech-savvy spectrum.)

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #evan buckley #anti bucktaylor #i am having lots of wild and incoherent thoughts #but i am cautiously hopeful about where this is all leading #because while TPTB loooove to ignore fandom #they have a harder time ignoring the general audience and dropping numbers and bad reviews #and it's well known that the GA has NEVER liked t*ylor #so to bring her back and put her with buck our normal ray of sunshine boy #and have him looking soooo miserable all the time?#choices have been made #yes this is also about malex because what ISN'T?

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leviiattacks · 4 years ago

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Two Faced | Chapter Four

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it's all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared. for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au, angst, fluff, slice of life etc word count :: 3k author note :: you should also check out my ao3 and wattpad my username is LEVIATTACKS on both platforms. ao3 usually gets to see my updates first, feel free to leave any comments you have i appreciate all feedback ^___^ → next part is here!!

"Refer to me with that name once more and I'll see to it that your neck is snapped in two. Fucking Brat." His voice curls into a low hiss.

He rises from the bed making you jolt, if he's moving towards his dagger everything will be over in a matter of seconds. The tension between the two of you is foggy and uncertain.

Your line of vision is cloudy, bleary tears seize it. You should have tried harder whilst researching, found a way to make Lev stay, it hits you like a sack of bricks - you didn't try hard enough, was that the issue, was that the mistake you made this time? Mind full of harsh expletives you continue to curse yourself. Of course he left, of course he fucking did. Your life was one large cyclical narrative of earning the love of others and ultimately losing it along the way some how.

The world conditioned you to become independent, to not rely on others for affection, earn what you must on your own. Making your own way through life is all you know yet here you are. On the verge of tears because this damn fool won't remember you. Happiness is a privilege.

Staring into the distance you don't see the way your husband's glare thins out, neither do you notice how he leans forward invading your personal space.

"Care to explain how we got into this situation?" Breath fanning across your face exactly the same way it had months ago you gulp and realise he's staring at your lacy nightgown in sheer distaste. Oh no, He's got the wrong idea completely.

You jerk your head up to explain and only then is the close proximity between the two of you evident, you nearly knock your head against his as if you're inebriated. "No, no. We've never done that. I promise we haven't. I wouldn't take advantage of you." You're sputtering and are all over the place trying to hold some sort of ground in this conversation.

"I see that you saw no issue with taking advantage of me in other ways. You scheming money hungry roach."

You want to clear your name and tell him you really haven't touched any of his money. None of it at all to the point it's shameful to admit, especially considering the fact that everyone else sees you as Duchess Ackerman.

"I have not spent any of your money I swe-".

A deafening bang resounds through the room - in his fit of rage he kicks one of the solid oak drawers at the side of your bed to the floor.

A squeaky gasp falls out of your mouth and you flinch away as you cover your chest defensively. Your arms aren't the best armour but they work for now. If he's to stab you your worst fear is him piercing through your heart. What you fear most is him ripping the vital organ out of the confines of your chest. If he laughs hysterically and watches it bleed out you'll never forgive him. Your worries and doubts are internally eating away at you as you witness the darkness seeping into the corners of his vision.

It's quiet and dark and with him as well as a heavy silence looming over you, the pressure on your shoulders is quite literally immense.

He takes a hold of your chin and obnoxiously squishes your rosy cheeks together, dark tundra eyes never falter from yours, that is until they abruptly sink south and he catches drift of the way your night gown has ridden up. Thighs on full display you want to pull the edges of the material down but are too afraid to move under his deathly stare.

"Do you know how long I was stuck inside of my own body? Having to act like a fool on the daily."

"What?" You shakily reply through parted lips.

He was able to see everything he did under the spell? This changes the dynamic significantly. Cheeks flaring up in embarrassment you recall how you ate up all the sweet nothings he whispered into your ears, the scarlet blush creeps to the back of your ears when you think back to how you fervently kissed him goodbye whenever he was sent to venture outside the walls. The sanguine tint only intensifies when you think about the night where you accidentally let his bare hands venture a little too far.

"Naive little thing," he grunts. "You will never be my wife." He scowls sniffing at you in pure repulsion.

Whiskey, cigarette fumes and strong sweat infused cologne revoltingly is what you're reminded of when you hear those words leave his mouth. The stench isn't present but nevertheless you feel your throat constrict, never expecting to see any sort of parallel form between Levi and that man. The one time you stood your ground against Father it led to you being dragged away from the palace grounds, beat until you were unresponsive and left for dead. He left you there with the intention of extermination, his final words as he bid you goodbye that night had been - "You will never be my daughter."

You have no words left to offer, you're tongue tied. Expressionless whilst he gauges your reaction, the both of you don't register how Levi's grip on your cheeks loosens, that is until the look in his hooded eyes changes. They're inky now smoldering with resentment, he lets go of the hold he has on your face completely.

The separation between your face and his palm is stony.

All you want at that moment is for Lev to come back and wake you up from all of this. You've had enough of this sick and twisted nightmare where he doesn't look at you the way he normally does. The way he manhandles you irks you and lights a dangerous fire in your stomach.

Blinking your tears away you finally speak after your long silence "I know that My Lord." taking what may be one of your final breaths you announce the unthinkable "Feel free to finish what you were unable to last time."

"No begging?" he chastises you pulling you by the back of your ear.

"Would you spare me if I did?" The close ended question you respond with leaves him stiff.

Snatching your forearm you note that even when he's not under the constraint of the spell physical touch is consistently one of his ways of getting a point across. He jerks your tired form forward. "Who do you work for?"

Blood running cold you know he won't kill you now. He thinks you've come here with a purpose, a motive, a reason. Hell, all you did was ask to be loved, to experience something before the candle which was your life burnt out.

"No one. You said you were conscious in your mind whilst it all happened, correct?"

He nods albeit begrudgingly.

"Then you must have seen how I tried."

His right eyebrow cocks upwards ever so slightly. "Tried?"

Now it's your turn to be frustrated. "Tried to keep my distance, tried to ignore your advances, tried to refuse your gifts, tried to maintain a level of respect so the both of us would have some dignity remaining if you were to return some day. When I realised you would not stop with your persistence I accepted." You fumed - the fretful irritation you feel only increases by the second.

"Cut the crap." He snarls at you.

You want to snarl back with just as much impatience but you bite your tongue.

Maybe it's because it's late at night, maybe it's because you're fatigued or maybe it's because you already felt feverish and emotional - Honestly, any other reason apart from your husband turning his back on you and announcing you're a mongrel. Feeling light headed you clutch at your scalp harshly trying to control yourself, even Levi's firm hand which until recently held your left arm recoils away.

Falling to your knees you feel the way the floor grates against your bare legs. Your urge to pass out is nearly met but then you hear him.

"Honey???" The concern in his voice which had made you fall in love with him now repulses you.

Fists balling at your knees you silently sob, pitifully shaking your head.

This can't be your reality.

It can't be.

You won't let it be.

That night you find out nightmares can happen in real life.

Levi Ackerman being a prime example.

After the bitter encounter you leave the room and order Lev to not come after you, you need your own space and as much as you want him to return to his sweet, loving self it's pathetic to seek any comfort in him. That tyrant is bound to make another appearance soon enough and mock you for falling into his trap again, but really can you blame the man? Is this his fault or your own?

Whoever is at fault there will still come a time where the Levi you love won't come back and call you his Love. You'll have to get used to that bleak desolate reality. Assuming he doesn't kill you before you have to.

Day has now broken and the brisk morning air bites at you, scantily clad in your nightgown, It's abnormal, you think to yourself. The position you're in is one you imagined countless times but you never really thought you'd end up this way. You're about to drift off to sleep right there in the middle of the Estate's field of hydrangeas, too tired to actually care anymore when you hear a rustle from one of the surrounding bushes.

"Duchess?" Your head turns when you hear Mikasa's soft voice emerge from the hedges, she steps through them and you both stare at each other. Mouth open, gaping in shock she takes in your appearance. You can only imagine how you look right now. Dark eye bags, you aren't wearing your usual noble attire not to mention Levi has accidentally left a bruise on one of your arms. It's faint because it is accidental (you hope) it does not go unnoticed by Mikasa.

Her gaze hardens and she approaches your disheveled form kneeling in front of you.

"What happened?" She whispers, the panic is evident in her voice and you awkwardly chuckle in response.

"I had a horrible nightmare. That's all, honest."

"And it's Y/N need I remind you again?" Mikasa is big on respect and sure, it is cute but you want to remind her it really is okay to call you by your first name. After all you would consider her a friend, you hope she sees you the same way.

Giving you a look of disbelief she takes the hint that you don't want to talk about it but much to your delight she does take the advice regarding your name. She sounds hesitant but that's how she usually is, she'll get used to it in no time at all.

"Well...Y/N, Breakfast has been prepared." You can see the way she eyes your unkempt hair and shivering form. "Would you like to eat with me and Sasha?" this is her way of comforting you.

Your lips quirk up into a smile for the first time in a while.

"I would love that."

Twenty minutes and a change of clothes later you've all relocated to your tea room, Sasha doesn't ask questions about your hair or odd choice of clothing earlier this morning. The shadows Levi's fingers left on your arm are now carefully hidden by the sleeves of your baby blue dress. "Oh! Viscount Kirstein me and Y/N saw him yesterday. He's just like the rumours." Sasha exclaims as she stuffs her face with a croissant.

Mikasa takes a short sip from her tea cup. "And the rumours would be?"

You pick a cinnamon roll from the center of the table."Undeniably handsome. I mean he's not my type though."

Sasha looks momentarily confused. "He was drop dead gorgeous what do you mean?"

You laugh a bit at the disbelief on her face, Mikasa chooses to not intervene - she's obviously yet to come to her own conclusions about him.

"Yeah but you said it yourself he fucks anything in a skirt." Sasha, is wide eyed at first and chokes on part of her buttered croissant, you have never been so vulgar before. You guess the argument has left you more likely to voice your reckless thoughts. Snorting you try to keep your laugh in, the ghost of a smile makes its way to Mikasa's face and eventually she too dissolves into a puddle of laughter. The three of you laughing together genuinely eases the recent burden on your soul.

Just as you're about to crack another joke the door to your tea room rumbles.

BANG! You seem to always be cut off when you're here because Eren Jaeger has burst inside perhaps for the seventh time this month. It's the same routine as usual, he's panting and catching his breathe before he speaks. You're in no mood to hear what he has to say.

"If the Duke has sent you please leave."

Mikasa gives him a "You better not ask any questions and take the damn hint" kind of look but bless Eren for he is completely and utterly clueless.

"It's urgent."

"Still rejecting." You hotly reply.

Mikasa icily interjects "Eren, would you stop being so bothersome?"

He looks between you and Mikasa helplessly. "The Duke says he expects your refusal but I can't return empty handed, I'll be given a punishment and it'll be worse than being made to clean the stables." He gives you a pleading look and he's so much younger than you, it makes you feel like he's your responsibility. Eren has a charming way of making himself feel like everyone else's annoying younger brother. You accept that he can't suffer because of your selfish denial.

Sighing deeply you take a final bite of your roll, if you're going to die you may as well do so on a full stomach. Before you depart you awkwardly get to your feet dusting your dress to buy some time as you bid Mikasa and Sasha goodbye.

You're now following Eren through the halls of the estate. Deep down inside, you know you aren't fearful. He won't kill you, not yet at least, he thinks you're a useful source of information relating to his external enemies, he would be stupid to overlook that detail. You'll exploit it for now, your key is survival, it always has and always will be that way.

Bumping into Eren's back you apologize for being absent minded, you swear the walk to Levi's office has always been much longer. He spares you a worried glance and looks as if he's about to offer you words of support but he stops himself before he opens the heavy door to Duke Ackerman's office. Perhaps he doesn't find it appropriate. Good, you think to yourself. You don't wish to hear motivation from anyone right now, it's nothing personal, it's that nothing can possibly be of motivation right now.

The door opens ever so slowly, your brain races making everything move at a sedated pace. Then you find yourself jolting upright in surprise. You soon realise expecting Levi to be the only person there was naive on your part. Eyes tensely land on the blonde in one of the cushioned caramel chairs. It's the Commander of the Empire's entire battalion — Erwin Smith.

Levi has ratted you out for sure, you spare a glance towards him and see the way he's trying to hide his feelings of amusement. You want to lunge over his desk and wipe that smug smirk off his face. The playful lilt in his usual unreadable expression is driving you mad. Next to Erwin is respected and high ranking Squad Leader Hange Zoe, you're quite well accustomed with them you've exchanged your fair share of words together and Hange has never failed to bring a smile to your face. The amusing air around them lights up any room they're in... Apart from this one that is.

Eren closes the door behind you and you're silent not really knowing what to do.

"Take a seat my beloved." Levi drawls. This isn't Lev you know that much, he's always enthusiastically jumping to his feet when he greets you.

Awkwardly sitting in the chair next to your husband you shake Hange's hand first then move to shake Erwin's. His warm palms envelope yours and he places a hand on your left shoulder. It's not at all similar to the way Levi held you earlier in the morning, the feeling is genuine. He has no ill intentions, all he seems to want to do is open a conversation.

"Y/N, we may not have much time but." He stops, unsure if it's for dramatics but you still intently listen.

The sea that is his blue eyes draws you in, you've only ever seen him from afar. If honesty and gentleness were a person it would be him no doubt about it.

He pats your shoulder and you snap out of your day dream. "Y/N. Thank you for your sacrifice and commitment to this Empire." His warm yet serious smile which follows simply confuses you, in fact this entire situation is doing that.

Jaw slacking you're dazed and bewildered, your thoughts are diverting in all sorts of direction now.

Whatever does he mean by sacrifice?

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 years ago

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Halloween Costumes Headcannons **Thirsty**

Mitch - Cop His shock is visible from across the room. He's leaning against the wall as if his sole job was to hold it up and when he sees you walk into the party his posture straightens almost immediately. You smirk to yourself as you greet people you know making your way around the party towards the open bar. You pour yourself a drink in a red solo cup and move to turn around and see if he'd left his spot. But before you could move you felt a body pressed up against your back and smelt Mitch's subtle cologne. "So how much jail time would I get for assaulting a police officer, officer?" He husks out into your ear making you shiver against him. You grinned at his approval of your halloween costume that you had agonized over which one to get, finally choosing on the tight revealing police officer costume. "Minimum 5 years but if you're good we'll let you out early." You purr to him and feel his erection twitch against your ass. "It'd so be worth it. The things I wanna do to you baby girl." He growled out into your ear before nipping at your lobe. "Show me Rapp." You gasp out as you lean back into him resting your head back on his shoulder. "But you just got here." He says softly. "Don't care lets go." You say quickly before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the party and towards your apartment.

Marcus - Witch He tries his damned hardest to keep his gaze above your shoulders. But fuck is it hard. A witch's costume should not be that revealing. His eyes dart around the office and he can see that most of the other ladies in the office had opted for costumes similar to yours. Sarah was dressed as nurse with too short white dress, Diane was dressed as firefighter with a bright red crop top and suspenders attached to cut off jean shorts, and Leigh was dressed as a zombie with ripped and torn clothing that left nothing to the imagination. But while the other ladies all wore revealing clothing it was only your costume that had seemed to entrance Marcus. Your low cut dress revealed far more skin of your chest than Marcus had ever seen on you and he had seen you go undercover as a prostitute back in your earlier force days. And the hem of the dress was pulled up high to the middle of your thighs before it fell longer in the back revealing more of your shapely legs. Who knew he would find calf muscles attractive. Just then he felt a presence next to him and he turned to face your beaming smile. "Isnt this great?! Everyone's able to let loose for once." You said happily as you stood close to him. Marcus stifled his groan when his eyes fell to the tops of breasts that were on display and framed by pretty purple fabric. You cleared your throat and Marcus' eyes darted to yours to only see the satisfied smirk and dancing eyes of yours. "Like something you see Pike?" You purred softly to him and Marcus gulped watching as you stepped impossibly closer. "I-I don't what you're talking about." He answered quickly. "Shame, I guess I'll have to find another victim to put under my spell." You teased before looking around the room as if searching for a victim. Marcus gripped your elbow firmly in his hand making you look up at him shocked. "Don't you dare." He hissed out and you smirked up at him. "I've put a spell on you." You sung softly to him and you began to slowly and unnoticeably lead him out the room.

Francisco - Dia De Los Muertos “Mi Vida (my life), you look so fucking hot.” he grunted out softly as his hands gripped and bunched up the long black lace skirt of your dress. The material slid slowly up your legs and over your hips to bunch at your waist making you shiver. “Fuck you look so hot.” You gasp loudly as you feel his fingers swipe across your covered core and your body just melts underneath his attention. “You can thank Santiago later, he’s the one who said you’d appreciate this costume more than the other ones I had picked out.” you gasped out as your hands that were painted like bones came up to grip his shoulders. “Fuck that little shit. He knew it’d get me worked up at the party that I would have to do something.” Frankie grunted out as buried his face against the side of your neck trying to be mindful of the paint on your neck. “Mi vida I need to taste you while you’re in this costume. Por favor.” he pleads with you softly as he sinks to his knees in front of you. You gasp softly at the sight of him on his knees for you as your fingers card through his hair, your nails scrape along his scalp and he moans loudly as he buries his face against your cover core. Slipping a hand up the outer side of your leg he moves it to hook over his shoulder and your back leans back to press against the wall. “Fuck Frankie, please don’t tease.” you cry softly to him as your head falls back to thud against the wall. His fingers pull your panties to the side and his tongue flicks out against your folds making you groan loudly. “You’ve got to be quiet mi Vida.” he instructs you. You nod your head quickly and gasp as he once again buries his face in your core. Mewling softly your fingers resume their track through his hair as he works his mouth and tongue against you. Not long after you find yourself gasping for air and clutching at your skirt to keep it away from his face as you tumble over the edge of bliss. Frankie helps you come down from your high slowly and when he stands up he cups your face in his hands and presses a heated kiss to your lips before licking into your mouth. When the two of you go back out to the party Santiago calls out. “Oi! Couldn’t keep your hands off her could ya?” You frown over at him before looking at Frankie and chuckling softly. “What is it mi vida?” he asks and you lean up brushing your thumb against his lips. “You got some black lipstick on you.” you answer with a soft smirk.

Stiles - Inmate “You gonna cuff me officer? I’ve been a bad girl lately.” you husked into Stiles’ ear and felt him stiffen next to you as you leaned into him. He jerked around to look at you as well did Scott who had heard your words. The two of them stared at you in silent shock as they spotted the short tight orange jumpsuit you wore as your costume. Scott’s smirk was devious as he looked at first you and then turned to his best friend. Stiles just stood there with his mouth hanging open as he stared at you. Reaching forward you pressed your index finger to the underside of Stiles’ chin and closed it for him. Smirking sultrily at him you crossed your wrists in front of you and held them out to him. “Well officer?” you questioned. “Fuck me.” Stiles gasped out and his eyes widened before darting up to your face where he saw the wicked grin forming on your face. “That’s the plan Stilinski.” you teased around that wicked grin of yours. Stiles suddenly growled and grabbed the back of your head dragging you forward until his lips slanted across yours. You mewled against his mouth and pressed forward into him gripping onto his biceps for stability. Stiles backed you up against the wall and when you thought your head would connect with the wall his hand was there protecting you. “I’ll uh, I’ll just be over there Stiles.” Scott said quickly as he watched his best friend devouring you up against the wall. When Stiles pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “I thought you were going to dress up as a cop like me?” he asked softly. You shrugged your shoulders and grinned up at him. “Lydia found this costume for me. Said it’d get a better reaction out of you.” you answered him just as breathless. “Fucking Lydia.” he grunted out as his hands came to grip tightly onto your hips and tugged you forward into him before he pressed you back into the wall. “No fucking Lydia. Fuck me.” you moaned out to him softly and he growled lowly in response. “Remind me to thank her for this.” he said and his finger came up and pulled at the collar of your costume.

Tequila - Cow (he’s bull) You grinned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. This was your last ditch effort to get Tequila to take you seriously when you flirt with him. If this didn’t work you were giving up on the clueless rodeo clown. Leaning forward you shifted the headband with your cow ears so that they sat correctly on your head. Champ had wanted to do a group halloween costume and had suggested Old McDonald’s Farm as the theme. He would of course be old McDonald and the rest of the field agents and Ginger would dress up as various animals and farm hands. You had thought Tequila would’ve chosen a farm hand like Whiskey had but when you had heard him going on and on about being a bull for his costume you had laughed because it was so fitting given his previous career. So you had conspired with Ginger to find you a costume that compliment his and imply you were a couple. Your main goal to clue Tequila in since he hadn’t picked up on any of the hints you had been giving him. When you walked into the bar that Champ had rented out for the Halloween party you grinned as you spotted Ginger dressed up at a horse before your eyes landed on Tequila standing next to her dressed up like a bull. He had done a really good job with finding black clothing but also the horns, and the large noticeable fake nose ring made you grin. Sidling up to him you watched as he turned and silently eyed your costume. You were dressed in a white shirt that you had painted with black large spots, as well as a short white tennis skirt that you had painted with black spots and black kitten heels. You had even fashioned a short white tail to the back of the skirt. “Well don’t you look moo-varlous!” Tequila said with a wide grin. Turning to him you smiled and flicked the fake nose ring and he jerked back slightly. “You’re just bull-tiful.” you teased back and watched as his eyes lit up in delight. He leaned closer to you and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “I know what this is.” he said softly to you and you tilted your head in curiosity. “What is it?” you asked hoping he would finally understand. “You’re trying to steal my title of best costume.” he said as he turned back to the bartender ordering another beer. You hung your head and knew you would have to be more direct with the clueless man. Reaching up you grabbing his chin between your thumb and index finger dragging it to face you. “No, I want to take the bull by the horns and show him how much I wanna be mounted.” you husked out to him before pressing your lips to his. Tequila didn’t move for a good few seconds and you began to feel unsure and as you pulled away he lunged at you nearly toppling the two of you to the ground. “You mean it?” he asked softly when he pulled away. “Of course I do idiot.” you scoffed at him and he pressed his lips to yours again. “Then let’s get outta here.” he begged you. “What about your title?” you teased him and he shook his head. “Don’t matter anymore.” he rushed out and began leading you out of the bar quickly.

Whiskey - Nurse “Well heeelllloooo nurse.” came the soft drawl of the field agent who had been tailing you ever since he almost barrelled into you in the hallway three weeks ago. You rolled your eyes and turned to face him on your bar stool. The little straw in your drink was clasped between your teeth and you silently surveyed him. He wasn’t dressed up in a costume for the halloween party that Statesman was throwing. “Did you wait all night to come here and say that?” you asked incredulously. His grin faltered a little bit and you smirked knowing you had tripped him up yet again. Running over the back of his neck he grimaced softly. “I might have.” he responded sheepishly and you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him. Smiling up at him you watched as his eyes focus on your fingers playing with the fake stethoscope hung around your neck. You watched as his eyes slowly trailed down to the deep v neck of your costume and he gulped silently. “Need me to take your temperature agent?” you asked sultrily and his eyes darted back up to yours. “Or do you have an ailment that needs attending?” you asked with a wicked grin spreading over your lips. “Hmmm, there’s something on me that needs attending honey.” he husked out as he stepped closer to you. Your hand fell from your neck and landed at his hip, your fingers curled into his belt loops and tugged him closer to you with a jerk of your hand. “I can take you back to my place and do a full check.” you suggested sultrily to him and he smirked down at you. “I’d like that very much nurse. Can never be too cautious with your health.” he rasped at you and you shifted upwards pressing your lips to his. You hummed when you tasted the whiskey on his lips before he pressed in closer to you and caged you up against the bar. “Let’s get outta here agent.” you gasped out to him once you pulled away for air.

Isaac - Little Red Riding Hood “Well if it isn’t little Red Riding Hood. What are you doing out and about? Don’t you know the big bad wolf is on the prowl tonight?” Isaac asked with a wicked smirk on his face as he leaned in close to you. You scoffed at him and rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. “You know I’m not dressed like this for your benefit right? It’s only because Scott wanted to do a stupid group costume.” you bit out to the werewolf. You had to admit he looked hot in his fake werewolf costume and it didn’t help that you had always found yourself attracted to him even before the bite. But now that he had been bitten and his new cocky attitude had emerged it had been easy to curb your feelings, slightly. “Oh c’mon red we both know that you dressed up just for me since I’m your rival.” he said into your ear and you tried your hardest to stop the shiver running down your spine. “You mean villain?” you scoffed at him and he grinned at you again. “Now how could I be the villain when I’ll want to do is eat you up?” he asked in a low tone and your eyes darted over to his and saw the heated look of desire in them. “Scarf boy! Lay off Little Red!” came Stiles’ shout from across the room and you felt as if you could kiss the lanky young man for saving you from Isaac. Isaac growled lowly and you watched him shoot a glare at Stiles. “Maybe some other time wolfie.” you said sarcastically and Isaac turned back to you with another grin. “Oh there’ll definitely be another time Little Red.” he said sultrily and you stepped back slightly before he grinned and walked away from you.

Raymond - Mechanic “And what is it you’re supposed to be?” you hear in his raspy British accent. Rolling your eyes as you turn you throw your arms out to your sides to show him your full costume. “Seriously Ray?” you asked on a scoff. His eyebrow quirks up as his eyes dance up and down your body clad in a pair of overalls with a red bandana tied around your hair and a pair of large gloves on your hands while a wrench, or what you think is a wrench sticks out of your pocket. When he doesn’t respond you huff at him and watch the smirk slip onto his face. “I’m a mechanic.” you said discouraged, you wondered if he was just teasing you once again or if he honestly didn’t get your costume. “Oh now I see it. A bit out of your scope of practice though isn’t it?” he asked softly and you furrow your eyebrows at him. “What do you mean? I work for Ros’ garage. I'm literally in that scope of practice.” you said confused and feeling exasperated by his teasing tone. “Well you’re an assistant to the boss of a garage. I’m pretty sure you have no clue what that tool in your pocket actually does.” he teased further as he stepped closer to you still with that insufferable smirk on his face. “Oh and like you do?” you asked huffily as your arms crossed over your chest in aggravation. “I know what that tool does. And better yet I know how to use another tool that you might be interested in.” he rasps out huskily to you and you feel the blush consume your cheeks as desire shoots straight down your spine. Leaning in closer to him you know you’re taking his bait but you can’t help it after so long you’ve wanted to act on these emotions and feelings that had developed ever since you met the Brit. “Hmmm, I might be interested. But that’s a big might.” you respond to him and he grins wolfishly at you making your breath catch in your throat. Feeling a surge of confidence you press your front to his and lean up into his face. “Gonna check under my hood for me huh Ray?” you whisper to him and suddenly his arms are around you caging you against his body and his lips are slanted against your own as he groans into your mouth. Your hands comes up to cup his cheeks and you whimper softly against him. “Jesus Ray! Why don’t you take her home before you give us all a show?!” calls out Mickey and you’re jerking away from Ray gasping for air to only see everyone eyeing you and your counterpart with gleeful expressions on their faces. Ray grabs a hold of your hand and nods his head at Mickey before dragging you from the room hurriedly. Once outside in the hall you press Ray up against the wall and lean up on tiptoe to press another heated chaste kiss to his lips. “You’re right I have no idea how to use the tool in my pocket.” you start to explain and one of your hands trails down from his chest to cup his erection against his pants. “But I do know how to use the one in your pocket.” you pur to him and he groans low in his throat before he’s pulling you out of Mickey’s house and towards his car.

Forrest - Not a costume but a newer dress The air is growing crisp and cool as you walk out of the general store. Autumn was quickly falling over Franklin County and you eagerly await for the leaves to begin changing and falling from the trees. Pulling your shawl further up your shoulders you smile as you pass Mr. Henry as you make your way down to the end of the line of shops. “Well look who we have here Forrest.” comes a familiar call and you look up to spot Howard and Forrest Bondurant stepping out of their car. Smiling kindly to them you stop not far from where Forrest leans against the side of the car watching you. “Hello boys. How are you this morning?” you ask politely. “Doing mighty fine now that we’ve seen you, aren’t we Forrest?” Howard replies teasing you and you shake your head at him. “That’s enough Howard, go get the supplies.” Forrest says gruffly and Howard wiggles his eyebrows at you before leaving to go to the shop. You shake your head at him as he passes you and you turn back to Forrest smiling softly at him. “Don’t let him get to you Forrest, he's only just teasing.” you say kindly before you step off the walkway in front of the shops. You don’t move much closer to him knowing that he’s not one for affection or any type of emotion really. “Is that a new dress?” he asks through a grunt and you feel your eyes widen slightly surprised by his attention to detail about you. You look down at your dress and your hand slides down the front of it smoothing the fabric. “Why yes it is. Thank you for noticing.” you say kindly as a blush spreads over your cheeks. You watch him step a little closer to you and you take in breath and hold it wondering what he would do. “You look nice.” he grunts out and you can’t stop the wide happy smile that spreads over your lips. The blush that had formed over your cheeks grows in intensity at his words and you watch as he falters at your reaction to his words. “Thank you Forrest.” you breathe out softly and take a brave step closer to him resting a hand on his forearm gently. “That’s very kind of you.” you say warmly as your smile turns softer. “Will I see you at the gathering tonight?” you ask boldly and watch as his eyes widen a little. He grumbles softly and tilts his head down to the ground and fiddles with his hat. Smiling down at the ground in front of you you take a step back from him giving him the space he needed. “I’ll be seeing you Forrest.” you say softly before moving along down the road towards where you lived grinning softly to yourself.

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luvteez · 5 years ago

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tutor lessons

pairing: hongjoong x fem!reader genre + tags: smut | corruption kink, guided masturbation, degradation wc: 1.6k

Something wicked flashes in Hongjoong’s eyes that makes your stomach churn. He has you pinned underneath him on your own bed, both of you still panting from the heated kiss you shared. He looks at you smugly, strands of blond hair falling above his eyes. It’s a pretty color — not the brassy yellow tone that every stereotypical delinquent in every stereotypical high school anime wears — but a soft shade that makes him look like an angel.

“You’re gravely mistaken if you think I didn’t know what your ulterior motives are,” he seethes, a complete 180 turn from the usually soft-spoken person he’s known for. You swallow heavily, blood running cold at the shift of his personality.

“H-hongjoong?” you stammer, because that’s the only thing you can bring past your lips. The way he looks down on you in a patronizing manner and the sharp edge in his voice give you whiplash, and it’s as clear as day that he knows so too.

“Oh my god, you’re so much better than the last person i was with,” he whispers, eyes beaming as if he just won the lottery. “I can tell you’re so much more fun already.” A shiver runs down your spine when he starts popping the buttons of your shirt open in an agonizing pace, his gaze wandering all over your trembling body. Once the last button is undone, he hums appreciatively before leaning down, his hot breath fanning your ear. “So much more fun to break.”

The strangled moan that leaves you has you burning in shame. “W-what do you mean—“ you start, but he cuts you off in an instant.

“Delinquents like you enjoy corrupting good boys like me. But personally, it’s more thrilling when the tables are turned when you least expect it and the innocent one ruins you. Don’t you think so too?” Malice glints in his eyes as he waits for a reaction. You try to seem unaffected by it, but that goes down the drain when he yanks your shorts in one movement, letting them pool at your ankles.

Once he realizes he won’t get an answer anytime soon, he continues. “I know you’re good at chemistry. I know you deliberately aimed for bad grades. I know you’ve been trying to get into my pants ever since I’ve been tutoring you. I may seem innocent, but you chose the wrong person, baby.”

The pet name has you choking on a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This can’t be Hongjoong, not the goody shoes and straight A student Hongjoong you know him as. This can’t be the blushing mess Hongjoong is reduced into whenever he hears someone make a sexual innuendo.

You’re pulled out of your state of shock when he forcefully spreads your legs apart. A whimper leaves you when the cool air comes in contact with your heat, and it’s then and there when you realize in horror that he can see how drenched your panties are.

“All I did was kiss you and you’re this wet? Kinda pathetic, don’t you think?” He giggles, and even takes the liberty to trace the outlines of your folds over the material, which has you whimpering for more. “You haven’t said anything yet. Is it because you forgot how to speak? Is there even something you can do? Or do I need to teach you everything?”

You keep your mouth shut. Not that Hongjoong minds though, since your hips are betraying you anyway, thrusting into his touch.

“So receptive. You want me to touch you so bad...” He stops right above the dampest patch on your panties and sends you a look. “Why? Because it’s me? Or is it because you don’t know how to touch yourself?”

Your eyes grow wide when he says that. As if something flipped a switch in you, you suddenly grow hotter in arousal. Taking your silence as a yes, Hongjoong smiles. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll teach you. That’s what a tutor is there for, hm?”

He tugs your underwear down so it dangles at your feet along with your shorts. The direct contact with the air and his eyes trained on you have you leaking more, and if you concentrate, you can practically picture your slick dripping onto the bed. Hongjoong spreads your thighs apart as much as possible, keeping them in place with his knees before he guides your hand downwards.

You hold your breath when he pushes one of your fingers into your cunt, motioning you to move on your own. Whimpering, you do as told while Hongjoong just grins, watching you fall apart from your own hand. “Perfect, baby. Just like that.”

He doesn’t give out any more orders after that. Eventually, one finger isn’t satisfactory enough and you insert a second finger to add to the stretch. There’s only one thing racing in your mind, and you speed up the pace, pressing your thumb against your clit for more.

“Slow down,” Hongjoong starts, but you don’t catch his mild warning over the rush in your ears. Sensing that words won’t get to you, he roughly wrenches your hand away. “I said, slow down.”

Frustration washes over you at the loss of friction, but Hongjoong stands by his point and simply scowls. “My job here is to make you understand, and if you’re too dumb to ignore what I say, you don’t deserve to cum.” Your body jerks up at the mention of it, and you feel your walls clenching around nothing. Hongjoong stares at you with wide eyes before it dawns on him. “You like it when I call you dumb? That’s funny, considering you initially wanted to turn me into your begging bitch. Dumb baby, I can’t believe you really thought so highly of yourself.”

Just when you thought you couldn’t be more of a goner, he had to prove you wrong again. You don’t know if it’s because he spat out the word bitch as if he degraded someone every friday, or if it’s because of the whiplash caused by his new behavior. Whatever it is, it breaks you.

“Hongjoong, please—” your voice cracks, pussy aching from the lack of contact, “—I wanna cum so bad.”

The grin on his face widens. “Look who’s finally talking. Good job, so you do amount to something. Will you listen to me, then?”

It doesn’t take a split second for you to babble “yes yes yes—!” with such desperation that it’s nearly comedic. Pleased with your reaction, Hongjoong lets go of you before he places both of his hands on your hips.

“Go ahead, baby. Nice and slow,” he murmurs. You don’t want to risk anything, so you start anew with only one finger filling you up. As much as it frustrates you with keeping the snail pace, it’s at least better than nothing. Hongjoong lets his tongue dart out to lick his lips, eyes glued to your finger pushing in and out of your throbbing cunt. After what feels like an hour later, he allows you to add two more fingers and you let out a relieved sigh.

A whine leaves you at the new stretch, but frustration still lingers in the pit of your stomach even as he gives you the green light to speed up. By now, your thighs are trembling and the only thing you seek is your orgasm, but your fingers just aren’t enough.

It’s silent, save for the indecent squelch coming from your cunt and the occasional hum from Hongjoong. You consider begging him to make you do something other than this torture, but that thought leaves you when he suddenly presses his thumb against your clit. You moan, start thrashing around from the sudden surge of stimulation, but he keeps your hips planted to the mattress and stops your hips from bucking up.

“That’s it. I wanna hear my dumb baby’s voice.” His tone is sickeningly sweet, but the slight edge to it is hard to miss. It’s almost in a pitiful manner, but it has you going feral either way. “Don’t forget to move your fingers,” he reminds you as he delivers calculated flicks to your clit, observing the way you squirm and pant. “I wanna hear the filthy sounds my dumb baby and her pussy are making.”

Hongjoong is relentless with his ministrations as you cum, though he does let go of your hips so you can move freely. Bucking your hips into his touch and your own movements, you spread your legs even further. Your gasps are ragged as you fuck yourself through your high, hips stuttering whenever Hongjoong applies more pressure on your bundle of nerves.

As you come down from your orgasmic bliss, you pull your fingers out which are completely soaked in your cum. Hongjoong stops his abuse on your clit too but slides his finger downwards to gather some of your juices, completely ignoring your shaking body and whimpers from the overstimulation. Once his digits are glistening, he brings them up to your lips. Too tired to move your body, you just lie still and look at him dazedly as he smears your cum on your bottom lip.

“You look so cute when you cum,” he remarks with an angelic smile. For a few more seconds, he lingers on your lips, admiring how red and glossy they are, and then proceeds to smudge the rest of your juices on your cheeks. His touch is soft and gentle, but the next few words have you growing wet again.

“I bet you look better when you cry.”

#perhaps i got carried away... oops?#ateez smut #atz smut #hongjoong smut #kim hongjoong smut #luvsmut

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actualaster · 4 years ago

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Impressions of Episode 2! Spoilers not just for the episode, but for the game--including parts towards the end of the game. Screenshot-heavy

Also, NTWEWY Release Date Trailer reference at one point.

First up! Love the proper intro! Shame about what happened with the original intro being swapped out, there’s some spots where this version of Twister doesn’t quite fit. But it fits better than the use of Calling they used as as a last-second sub in the first episode.

(For those who don’t know, one of the band members for the group that did the original song was involved in a criminal scandal so the music was pulled, apparently that’s not uncommon. I feel more bad for the poor bandmates who’ve had their reputation tarnished by association, y’know?)

so! first up on visuals! New Noise!! Wonder if these will show up in NTWEWY? They don’t look as much like Noise as most others, missing that tattoo component, but they remind me of the Bats and the Sprogs. Curious to see if that happens

FORESHADOWING with MR. PRODUCER HIMSELF.

So, we get some interaction between Neku and Shiki right off the bat when the episode starts, which involves Neku’s whole “I don’t like people” thing, and we see Beat and Rhyme join ‘em and they have a discussion. Get some of the talk of everyone’s values colliding, which IIRC is a W2 sort of convo w/ Asshole Jesus? Can’t quite remember... Either way, get some more insight into the characters.

RHYME IS TOO CUTE HERE THIS IS SO PRECIOUS

Ahaha... This sequence hurts. The framing makes it so clear what they’re getting at with these two being siblings. Also this entire bit is good, helps establish details about the characters both overtly through conversation and subtly, like the framing of this shot.

This part also hurts, Shiki getting so excited she forgets, just for a moment, what’s going on.

Honestly the entire sequence with the Prince is funny, and helps give some good insight into the characters.

Also. Same, Neku, Same. That’s exactly my face when people start losing their minds over some RL celeb that’s apparently sexy or something lol. But also starts to work in the importance of fashion and trends in this sequence.

The description is different but ultimatley the idea seems roughly the same for Imprinting--though Shiki knows what it is rather than Rhyme explaining memes.

(shame we couldn’t get “what’s a meme?” animated lol, but that’s probably just a funny thing in the ENG fandom and it IS based of the JP original ver)

Interesting way they handled Eri here, with her wearing a different outfit.

Dude talking to Makoto’s a Reaper, I’m betting--since he’s lacking that sort of washed out look the RG folks have. Specifically planted here to give the Players the idea for what their mission is, if they’re paying attention to their surroundings and/or in the right area at the start of the day.

Nao and Sota make another appearance after their Ep 1 cameo! Good way to introduce them before W2!

[knee-jerk reaction of screeching because THE FUCKING MOST ANNOYING FUCKING PINS EVER]

Also the fact that the dude in Red who was talking to Makoto says his boss is pressuring him to spread them around makes me pretty confident, aside from the “lacking the washed out RG look” that he’s a Reaper.

This was very interesting--the Support Reaper let them through because Shiki was holding a Keypin. Setting the precedent for “this pin caused a wall to be cleared for us” but at the same time... Not opening the wall itself. And I wonder why the Reaper didn’t seem to care that a Player was holding onto a Keypin? I mean, the Reaper addressed it with “take care of that pin”, so I suppose they’ve acknowledged it but still feels odd. Then again, might be a case of “Player with a Keypin? Higher ups didn’t say anything about that. Welp, not my problem then.” and just not wanting to deal with it lol

also look at the Support Reaper (guy in red w/ the facemask)’s outfit. Compare it to what “Neku” in the end of the latest (as of this posting) NTWEWY trailer was wearing--it’s pretty much identical except “Neku” is wearing black instead of Read (Harrier Reapers wear Black), is this “Neku” in NTWEWY a Reaper now? Or trying to blend in and appear similar to a Reaper for some reason? Or is it just coincidence?

see how similar they look? (I know it looks purple here but the boxart it’s black so I assume it’s just lighting)

Then again, since the art seems the same between game and anime (or very similar, the eyes are handled looking the same it seems to me) it could be something else... (Of course, who even knows if this is the real Neku?)

Anyway...

AHAHAHAHAHAHA Oh shiki, if only you knew that the second player pin is because of the bullet that wasn’t stopped XD

Working trends in somewhat, interesting to see that. Makes total sense they’d do it this way since the “trends change based on what Players use in battle” is a game mechanic that I can’t see being easily worked into the story in another format, so this swap makes plenty of sense. Using Imprinting on the Prince to get him to plug the advert makes sense.

LMAO. SAME NEKU, SAME. THAT IS SUCH A RELATABLE FACE.

I gotta wonder, though--using the Prince this way instead of the Players making it work, seems like that might not make Makoto get a big head about “his” success which would alter things in... W2, right? The ramen shop stuff’s W2.

So. We have a few interesting massive deviations here.

First up, a look at the influence of the Red Skull pin on people.

And second...

A Familiar Looking Noise Symbol, found on the Shibuya River... Megumi’s Noise Symbol.

Obviously a massive deviation as Players start getting Erased--despite the Mission being cleared. Neku and Shiki are on the chopping block when...

A familiar bit of hair reveals their savior who’s not about to let Megumi end their little Game early using some underhanded tactics like “Earsing Players after the Mission is cleared”

I’m very not sure how I feel on a personal level about this decision, but on a narrative level I fully get where they were going with this.

It establishes a very powerful Noise, and if they remain true to the game later it’s foreshadowing that Megumi’s involved heavily. AND it establishes (through subtle implication you’d not necessarily get if this was your first time watching and didn’t catch the hair) that Joshua is a very powerful person. Before being in the Game.

Shiki comments on the unsualness of it, too!

I do, however, think they did real justice to the Eri and Shiki revelation. I still wanna know what that “accident” is that killed Shiki, though.

And here we see a person having his ENTIRE WORLD rocked by the revelation that he’s dead.

Also we got a slight flashback to the incident that killed him, too blurry to see much but a little bit of one. We saw a little of that in Ep 1, too, IIRC.

AND THAT’S IT FOR THE EPISODE

Well. Except for the title card for Episode 3

WHO’S READY TO HAVE THEIR HEARST SHATTERED LIKE GLASS OVER THAT SCENE?!

#twewy #the world ends with you #twewy spoilers #twewy anime #spiderss #bc there's a screenshot of a spider monster #kage watches twewy

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ajoy3fanfics · 4 years ago

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101 ways to shut Granger up- Sixth year, pt.1

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If you knew your last minute of peace would truly be your last, what would you do differently? Draco often wondered that over his summer. Would he have breathed a little deeper, revealed in the normal pace of his heart? Savor the sweet feeling of living without anxiety, without his pulse racing, heart beating out of his chest? Would he have stopped to take it all in, make it a flesh memory, if for nothing else than to hold on to it all the tighter later?

As he wiped his bloody lip with the back of his hand, breathless, struggling to stand, he stopped musing about what he would change, but more importantly, wondered what he did. When did he last feel anything but nauseous? When was the last time he felt like the world wasn’t about to fall apart if he so much as looked at someone the wrong way?

Certainly before summer. Before he was escorted from Hogwarts Express, a grim look in his mothers eyes. She gave him a tight lipped smile, a short, but tight hug, before she whispered that they must hurry back, to keep quiet, because there were eyes everywhere. It was not until they reached the gates of the manor that his mother warned him that things had changed.

“Guests,” She called them.

Criminals, murderers. The criminally insane, more like.

It chilled him to the bone to see his home crawling with the scum his family would never so much as glance at before he came back.

Before she did too.

When he walked through the front door it felt as if he had entered a different world. His head spun as he took in the foyer, usually tranquil and empty, now filled with strangers strolling past him. As if they had any right to roam the halls of his house. They didn’t even have the breeding to nod his way or greet the young master hello. Draco scrunched his nose up in distaste.

“Manners, Draco.” His mother prompted him.

“You’re reminding me of that? What the fucking hell-

“-language.”

“-going on here?” He clenched his fists by his side. He fucking hated to be left out. The entire year he knew something was wrong, could feel it in his gut, but his mother has not so much as hinted at anything amiss.

“Draco.” The way his name hissed from her lips, dripped out like a poison, made him freeze. He hunched his shoulders, could freaking feel her eyes boring into his back. “I thought you’d never get here, love.”

Bellatrix practically flew in front of him, grasping Dracos face between her bony hands. “Let me get a look at you.” It was the strangest mix of sadness and pride.

Bellatrix appraised him from top to bottom, clicking her tongue as she turned his chin. Every fiber, every muscle, every atom screamed at him to look away, pull his jaw away from her claws, and go anywhere else. Fucking Hogwarts sounded better than this hell. And it had only been a minute inside.

“He’s too thin, Cissy.” She snapped. “Much too thin. What have you been feeding my nephew?”

“He eats well, Bella.” She defended. “Draco has quite the sweet tooth, in fact.”

She smiled at that, teeth rotten, sharp. “Is that so?” Some memory sparked in her eyes; something from long that had nothing to do with him. She turned to Narcissa. “Just like Daddy?”

“In many ways.” She answered proudly.

“Right, right. Of course.” Bellatrix smoothed down his hair, carding her pale, cold fingers through the blonde strands. She leaned in close, voice dropping to a languid whisper. “Last of the blacks.”

“I’m a Malfoy.” Draco spit it out before he could bite his tongue. He was scared of his aunt, always had been. But now she didn’t just act like a fiend from a nightmare, she damn well looked like one too. It churned his stomach to have her so close. He could still smell Azkaban on her, as if the filth was a permanent fixture on her skin. He didn’t intend to say a word to her, but all the nonsense about being a Black dredged up his memories of their last visit. Why was his mother not pulling him away, as she had done then?

“Ha! A Malfoy.” She gripped his hair by the roots as she laughed and tugged. Hard enough to make him wince, quick enough that she instantly let go. Easily could have been brushed off as an accident. Easily could have been a misunderstanding. “Well, Draco… I have to say I’m surprised. After hearing what your traitorous father did-”

“-father?”

“- I’d think you’d be all too eager to shed the Malfoy shame. Take up the Black name, live your legacy.”

“He will do no such thing Bella.” His mother finally intervened, after what seemed like an eternity. She stood between Draco and his aunt, and Draco was sure his heart rate had doubled since he saw the main gates. “And I thought we discussed letting me talk to him first. He has no idea-”

“He should be upset that he failed, not that he has to live the consequences of it!”

He was a pot boiling over. A volcano ready to explode. Too much energy in his body. Too many thoughts racing through his head. The busts on the pedestals shattered around him, wandless magic crackling through the air as he roared, “What the fuck is going on?!”

Narcissa and Bellatrix immediately stopped, turned to face him, stunned to silence.

His aunt smiled. “Just like a Black.”

~.~

Had it been an insult or a compliment? It rattled around in Draco’s head. His knee jerk reaction was that she was speaking from a place of pride. But when Draco learned that Bellatrix had killed her cousin Sirius Black, he wondered if her words were indeed a threat.

~.~

Interestingly enough, the news that his father had been locked away did not startle Draco.

His mother thought to be gentle, that the news might blow him over, literally knock him down. Instead, it crashed over him, a wave so intense he felt numb.

Of course his father was in Azkaban. There was no way he would allow this madness; his aunt and her lunacy, the vermin that came and left the manor to skulk around his home. These people wouldn’t be invited for a holiday party at Malfoy Manor, let alone encouraged to board unless something dire had happened to his father.

In some respect, it surprised Draco to know his father had failed whatever half-baked mission they aimed to achieve. Lucius had always been so confident, so in control of everything and everyone. In all his life, he had never seen his father incompetent. It was difficult to imagine what it looked like.

From the way his new house guests snickered, the gossip that was swapped in not-so-hushed whispers in the halls, it had been a sight to see. That was the way those assholes put it anyway.

Two men, Yaxley and some lackey of his, seemed to revel in it. Bringing the Malfoy name down into the mud gave them a sick sort of pleasure.

“Just a matter of time until this place falls into the right hands.” Yaxley said, smirking as he glanced towards Draco. “The Dark Lord promised me some big rewards to clean up after Malfoys fuck up..”

Draco snapped his attention to Yaxley, trying up his courage as his squared his shoulders. Yaxley was a tall man, slim, but fit. If he threw a punch, Draco was sure he wouldn’t escape without a few broken bones. And wouldn’t he love that, the filth he was?

“Don’t you dare say another fucking word against my father.” He seethed.

“Draco! Stop!” His mother rushed to him. The woman seemed like a magnet since he came home, never far from his side. His mother gripped his arm as she pulled him back. Draco had clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Draco, Stop.”

He felt like hitting Yaxley, felt like shaking his mother off of him, but he could feel her fingers dig into his skin, her hands trembling.

“Mind your temper, boy.” Yaxley took his time as he moved his gaze to Narcissa, looking her up and down slowly- too slowly. “Mummy won’t always be around to protect you.”

“Don’t fucking look at my mother-”

“-Mother, father. Where should I look then, boy?”

“Yaxley.” She commanded, “You are a guest in my home. I will not have you acting in an uncouth manner. Please take your leave for the night.”

Yaxlet nodded, but sized Draco up before he turned to leave. “S’fine. The Dark Lord asked for me anyhow.”

“Lowlives.” Narcissa hissed. “Not worth your time, dear.” His mother had said, gripping his arm as she pulled him back. Draco had clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He fucking hated this.

Draco twisted out of his mothers grasp and stormed the stairs, eager to get to his room, to find comfort in the only four walls that had any ounce of normalcy.

So it should have been no surprise to see his Aunt Bella waiting for him at the landing, arms crossed, lips pressed together in disapproval. In the shitshow that was now his life, it made sense that he wouldn’t be able to carve out even a minute of refuge for himself.

“Should’ve taught him a lesson.” She spat. “Scum like that, talking to a Black that way.” She craned her neck to see if Yaxley was about, then raised her voice to yell, “Disgraceful!”

“Right?” He felt his lip draw up in a sneer. “Makes me fucking sick.” Draco rolled his shoulders, trying to loosen the knots in his neck. He had only spoken a few times to his aunt, and never typically alone. He had thought she would have pounced on him, if the way she acted his first day back was any indication. But it seemed that the Dark Lord kept her busy.

“Just a lousy upstart, that Yaxley. Thinks he’s in The Dark Lords good graces because he did one mission for him and earned some praise.” It was clear his aunt felt the same distaste he did.

Draco found himself saying, “As if that's all it takes.” Though he was unsure why. In his house of enemies, perhaps he was trying to find an ally.

“Exactly!” she exclaimed, uncrossing her arms and leaning forward. “The Dark Lord isn’t a fickle man, Draco.” Her voice was low, serious. “But he does not take mistakes lightly.” She gripped his forearm as she spoke, eyes ablaze with passion. “It's serious business, not something to be toyed around with for status, like that Yaxley.” He watched as Bellatrix brought her hand to his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. “You know better though, right love? Why we need to do this work? We can’t let the Yaxley’s of the world look down on us.”

“No,” he said, the words sticking in his throat.

“So we need to stick together, you and me.” She spoke slow, searching his eyes. “Cissy is too tender-hearted, always has been. She can’t endure this much longer.”

Draco nodded his head in agreement.

“We need to get this family back under control. You and me, Draco.”

~.~

As scary as Bellatrix had seemed to Draco as a child, he had to admit he somewhat admired her. She was unafraid of anyone; perhaps it was simply that she was crazed and fear was no longer an emotion she registered.

But when Bella hexed Pettigrew for speaking to Narcissa in a demeaning, demanding tone, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe they were on the same side.

~.~

If Draco had thought that Aunt Bella had made an idle proposition earlier, he was sorely mistaken. Draco took family seriously- the Malfoys were known for it- but Bella had a devotion to the Black name and lineage that made her a woman possessed.

“You’re our last hope, Draco. The prodigal son, eh?” She smiled at him like a snake.

Being the last hope didn’t just involve a title. Apparently it required him to wake before dawn and train. Bella was quick with a wand; it made him shudder to think how lethal she would have been if she had been in practice all these years. If Draco had assumed she’d be rusty with a few spells, he was sorely mistaken.

The bitch hit hard.

Every spell, every curse was merciless. One to stiffen the muscles, to set them on fire. One to turn the blood to lead. One to boil the skin, one to derail the mind. She taught him curse after curse, dueling with him until he got it right.

‘Why can’t she have her own damn kid?’ Draco wondered. ‘Why pin all her hopes on me?’

When he could not perform, could not match her sophisticated skill, she turned angry. Face red, brows furrowed and teeth clenched.

“No!” She shrieked, aiming her wand at him. She sent a spark of electricity his way- a curse to seep into his bones. “Do you think your opponent will be as forgiving as me?” She broke the spell, leaving Draco huddled and wheezing.

“Do it again.”

~.~

Even night time proved to give Draco little peace. With his head on his mountain of pillows, a cooling charm over his four poster bed, a light comforter to balance the temperature, he still could not get comfortable. He found himself balling his hands into fists, cursing under his breath until he could not take it anymore. With a quick silencing charm, he would scream until his voice was hoarse.

It was only when he was exhausted, both physically and mentally, that he was able to close his eyes. No sooner would he shut them, but the events of his day would flash in his mind. Where was his father? Was he faring well? His mother, his poor mother, how much more could she take? How much more could he take?

No. He needed a distraction. Needed to focus on something else. Something pleasant- fucking anything. Something consuming.

Granger.

She was probably at the Weasleys, spending her days filled with obnoxious red-heads and Potter. The idea filled his belly with fury. What would they be doing, all alone with nothing but the summer heat? Did Weasley have his hands all over her? Pawing away like an animal no doubt. The clumsy oaf probably couldn’t piece together how to unhook a bra, let alone give her an ounce of pleasure.

No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be right. He had heard before that Potter spent his summers with whatever bit of a family he had. That Granger went home to hers. He had heard her talking once, about trips and teeth. It made little sense, but it had instantly relieved him to know that she did not spend her time with those two in the summer. Most likely.

Probably.

No, definitely. That's what he had to go with. He needed something positive. Needed to believe there was still something left for him, even if she never was his.

~.~

The Dark Lord was due to have a visit soon, at least that was the gossip around the kitchen. His mother had fretted nervously, ordering the elves from this room to the next, making them clean and re-clean every surface on the estate.

As anxious as it made Narcissa, Bella seemed to be buzzing with energy.

And it only made her push harder.

And kinship he had felt with her had quickly dissipated. It was clear she was self serving, though she did have some affection for her sister and nephew. All in the name of family, no matter how twisted and fucked up it was.

“ Why are you incapable of doing this?!” Bellatrix screamed. It was early and Draco still felt sluggish. “Lazy like your father! No ambition! No follow through!” She punctuated each insult with a flick of her wand, the hex cutting to the bone. Draco could feel blood trickle down his forehead, dribbling down his brow. His lip was split in two, the taste of iron in his mouth. Taking the back of his hand, he tried to wipe away the fresh cuts.

“I don’t want to fucking do this anymore.” Draco spat. He had never wanted to do it in the first place.

“Oh, sweet Draco. You think it's a choice?” She let loose curse, one that made his body feel like glass- stiff and fragile. Draco was sure that if he made even the slightest movement he would shatter. She strode over to him with impatience.

“This is your destiny, Draco. You need to seize it! When the Dark Lord comes, he will want to know your heart is pure. Is your heart pure, Draco?”

He swallowed, trying to control his breathing. “Yes.” He answered too slowly.

“Of course it is, dear. And your mind? Free of treacherous thoughts? No ideas of rebellion rattling around that brain of yours? Scheming like your father-!”

A pain unlike anything Draco had experienced crashed through his head. He had practiced briefly with Snape- but it was nothing in comparison to this. Snape had been intrusive, poking and prodding- giving him room to defend himself. Teachable moments, perhaps.

This was different.

Bellatrix did not poke, she shredded. It felt like a knife ripped apart every synapse, lit every thought ablaze. She turned over the images, rifled through his memories. The ones of his childhood, the anger he felt towards Potter.

But of course, Potter lead to Granger.

He tried to shut her out. Tried to keep her away from Hermione. But Fuck, Bellatrix was skilled and he was so weak. So fucking weak.

Filthy images, fantasies, passing glances filled Bellatrix’s mind. An obsession laid open for his aunt to see. His darkest secret, exposed to the most dangerous individual he knew.

She would kill him now. He was certain of it.

By the time she took her claws out of Dracos mind, she was panting.

“That filthy mudblood?” She whispered. “That filthy-” She sent a curse, fire in her eyes.

“-little-” Another, jabbing at his spine.

“Mudblood-” She curled her lips in disgust as her wand slashed through the air.

“-Whore!”

He was crying, there was no use denying it. He would spend his last moments on Earth curled up in a ball. Lying in fetal position, waiting for death at his aunt's hands.

Bellatrix crouched next to him, resting her chin on her palm. She looked furious, gritting her teeth, rage barely contained.

“This won’t do. It won’t do!” She screeched. “You were meant to carry on the Black name.” Her tone turned sad, remorseful. “How can you be so like Andromina? Poor Cissy, to go through this again.”

No, not like his aunt. Not like the one that had been disowned. The one better off dead.

“I- I’m not.” He was missing a front tooth, could feel the broken bones and shattered bits in his mouth.

“And the Dark Lord? What will he say?” She cut her eyes to her nephew. “Your mother will pay the price for this too. The Dark Lord, he’ll say our family is tainted, the seed is bad! The line full of traitors! Your mother, my dear Cissy-!” Bellatrix seemed to conveniently forget that she was part of the line she so easily called traitorous.

“It’s, its just-” He breathed in, broken ribs stabbing. “Just an attraction.” Draco panted. “Thanks all. Aunt Bella, I, I swear.”

She considered him for a moment, a crumpled heap of a man.

“A passing attraction, you say?” She rolled her neck as she sucked on her bottom lip.

“It is.” He turned to look her square in the eye. There was a moment of pause before she answered.

“That better be all.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Young children do have peculiar tastes.”

“Right,” He was exhausted, utterly defeated.

“I remember when I was in school, some of the questionable boys I found cute. No accounting for taste in these years, you know.”

“You’re ri-right Aunt Bella. It’s- its nothing serious.”

“If it’s nothing serious, then it’s nothing to trouble the Dark Lord over.” She said quickly.

“Y-Yes, Aunt Bella.”

She nodded, as if listening to him from far away.

“We’ll just have to train all the harder. Won't we, love?”

~.~

As Draco nursed the bones he was currently regrowing, he wondered if Hermione would have like the manor. Before his aunt, before the wild creatures had taken over it.

He wondered if she would have liked the garden, would have minded the peacocks. He drifted to sleep, dreaming over Hermione Granger on his broomstick. Hugging him tight, hugging him close.

~.~

The day the Dark Lord had come had been surprisingly cheerful. Bellatrix had been away since the night before, so he was out from under his thumb. He had taken an early breakfast with his mother, now accustomed to being awakened before the sun even rose. After a light breakfast, he had retreated to the library, found a book he had been meaning to read, and drifted off to sleep in the plush leather arm chair. It had been the time he had slept well since he had arrived home.

A loud pop had awakened him. An elf cleared its throat, announcing his arrival.

“Master Draco is needed in the dining room.” He wrung his hands nervously around his shirt. Even the elves had not escaped the wrath of their new guests.

“Thank you.” He sighed heavily, not ready to leave. Not ready to give up on his dream of normalcy.

This had been typical for him, had been his everyday once. Now it was nothing more than a vacation from his daily life. Misery was his new normal.

“Master Draco must come quickly!” The elves' voice lowered. “Misses says it's urgent.”

Draco stood and pushed open the heavy oak doors and walked towards the dining room.

Voldermort was waiting.

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