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simpingforheros · 1 month ago

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Jason’s Wife?!

Pairing: Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: Meet Mrs. Todd?! Jason got eloped and he doesn’t intend on sharing his blushing bride just yet.

Warnings: SMUT, Fluff, Established Relationship, Eloping, Jason being an ass to his family (for good reason), Jason calling Reader Ma (can’t remember who wrote about that, please tag them because I love this headcanon), P in V, unprotected sex (don’t advertise for the unsafe sex, put some breading on yalls chicken before dumping it in oil) , Oral (m receiving), Body Worship, Phone/Facetime during the deed, Exhibition Kink, Mating Press, Slight Breeding Kink, Degradation, Praise, crying kink??,TOXIC-ish And POSSESSIVE! Jason Todd is back, Traumatizing Dick again.

Author’s Note: Thank you guys so much for the praise I got on my last Jason Todd Fanfic! I didn’t know you guys would like my first smut that much so I made a part 2. Enjoy your next fix you horny bastards (jk I love you guys )

AN: This is Part 2 to Jason’s Girl??, so go read that for some context. Also a quick shout out to the mutual who started my spiraling decent into his madness, @jjenthusee , who was the main inspiration because of their amazing artwork! Also I’m sorry this was late and I don’t update as often, I’m in my second semester in a health major and I’m stumped man. I’ll update when I can I promise.

A/N: Part 3>>> Jason Broke What??

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Jason Todd is a lot of things. He’s known for bad things and good things. It depends on who you ask.

A menace, a murderer, a zombie, an asshole, etc.

A son, a brother, a hero….

But there’s two things everyone can agree on.

1). He’s a good boyfriend.

For the last 6 months since Jason finally revealed his secret girlfriend of two years, the Bat Family learned just how much of a better person Jason was when (Y/N) was around.

His voice was softer and kinder to others. His temperament was more patient and his fists stayed loose. Her presence acting like a balm to sooth his soul as soon as he feels her comforting hand on his skin.

There were obvious moments of trouble, such as little squabbles or one gets snappy at the other, but normally they sort it out. Even if Bruce and the rest of the family didn’t know her for long, they knew that she had the backbone to handle Jason and give him what he needed without babying him.

Jason even shows his love for her in goofy ways, such as wearing matching shirts or color coordinated outfits. The two are now known for their Friday date nights and lazy Saturdays where they don’t wanna be disturbed. Their late night rides or their silent evenings where either a book or controller is in hand.

Red Hood is known for lingering around certain streets where she would be at when she had to work late, and he always had a bottle of water or granola bar he ‘mysteriously appeared’ out of thin air.

Jason was known for being proud of building the healthiest relationship he’s ever had with someone who didn’t fall in love with him because he was Bruce Wayne’s son, or Batman’s protege. She fell in love with Jason Peter Todd and all he was.

Which leads to the one thing that the family also knew him for.

2) Jason Todd would not tell anyone when he dropped down on one knee and asked (Y/N) to be his wife.

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The proposal was a spontaneous to say the least.

Their usual Saturday routine of laying on the couch, too exhausted from the week to move. Jason laid on the opposite side as his beloved, her feet dangling off to the side of his hips as his own rested behind her shoulders. They both had a book in as they enjoyed their silence. The only noise coming from the soft patter of Frank coming over to lay on his adopted father.

The tabby cat that Jason claimed to not like despite the male cat clinging to him like glue. The cat jumped onto his stomach with a deep groan emitting from him. A soft giggle filled the room as she sets her book down and pulls the feline to her.

“I still don’t understand why my cat likes you more than me.” She comments as she strokes the tabby’s fur.

Jason scoffs as he carefully rolls off the couch and onto his feet. “Probably to spite me.”

He heads to the kitchen to grab them a drink as he hears one comment that seemed to change everything in one second.

“What’s gonna happen when we have a kid? Would you think they would prefer you over me or would we have another Frank?…”

The question was a hypothetical one, a normal one couples would ask just to make sound in the air. Jason would have probably answered light heartedly with a kiss or a smart ass comment to make her laugh, but it felt different. He felt different.

There wasn’t a ‘if’ in the question like it would or wouldn’t happen, but a definite of ‘when’ it would happen. Jason knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Hell, he managed to not fuck up a relationship he kept hidden for 2 years. He knew he wanted to marry her the moment he decided to open up and let her into his life by moving her in and introducing her to his family.

So, even if it was on an impulse, Jason returns back into the living room and as he placed their drinks on the coffee table as he kneels on the floor beside the couch. (Y/N) sits up as she smiles at him, unaware of the decision he made.

“Penny for your thoughts, Todd?” She asked playfully as she offers him an imaginary penny in between her pinched fingers.

Jason smiles as he takes her out stretched hand before kissing the back of it.

“Marry me.”

The seriousness in his eyes made her playful attitude dissolve to disbelief.

“What?…”

“I wanna marry you, (Y/N)…You are the everything I could ever want and don’t deserve. But I can’t imagine building a life like the one we have with anyone else. You are one of the few lights this dark world has and I wanna love and protect you for the rest of our lives.” Jason explains as he nervously massages her hand as his eyes shined with deep love and affection. “Even if I don’t have a ring yet and we are in our pajamas, will you accept me and let me become yours forever?”

Tears streamed down her face as she nods frantically. Her arms quickly wrapping around Jason’s neck and pulling him into a kiss.

Jason melts into her and begins to move to be on top of her on the couch until a sharp hiss makes him stop.

“Quiet, Frank…” Jason grumbles at the cat.

“Daddy is trying get some sugar from Mama~”

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A week later, Alfred appeared extra peppy for the day. His duties were quickly done before the family was awake and his fidgeting gotten everyone concerned. Alfred was the normally level-headed gentle hand of the house, so seeing him so giddy made everyone nervous.

It wasn’t until he surprisingly left in one of his better suits and a gift bag that the rest of the Wayne Family just decided that he may be going to an event or some kind.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Tim asks his younger brother from behind a book.

Damian shrugs as he says, “How should I know?”

The answer wouldn’t come until later that evening. Alfred came back with both the brightest smile and red swollen eyes. In his hands were a single pale pink rose and a camera as he scurries to the study.

Tim, Dick, and Damian, who were scattered around the living room, followed out of curiosity. What’s gotten Alfred this way? An old flame? The thought of Alfred getting down and dirty made the boys shudder before they continue to the study and ultimately down to the Batcave.

“Yo, Alfred.” Dick calls out as he exits the elevator.

Alfred stood by the large chair over looking the Batcomputer as Bruce’s hulking form peaked over the leather. The clicking of the mouse playing in the background as Alfred turns his head to address Dick.

“Yes, Master Richard?” He says. In his hand was the camera with cables connecting it to the computer.

“Where have you been? You kinda left in a hurry…”

Tim jumps in as he says, “I mean, we aren’t trying to be rude, but you did seem kinda jumpy this morning.”

Damian’s words cut through the other two like ice as his eyes look at the monitor.

“Did Todd and his woman get married?”

Dick and Tim look back at Damian before their shocked expressions look up to the monitor. Their eyes widen in disbelief at the image before them.

Standing in a suit was a an absolutely beeming smile was Jason Todd with his hands interlocked with (Y/N), who was wearing a white dress. The dress didn’t look like the traditional floor length gown. Instead it was a backless chic dress with a bow on the back. Her hair was down and decorated with pearl ornaments as a matching ribbon choker was around her neck with a single aged pearl on it.

In their interlocked finders, a familiar set of rings shined . Martha Wayne’s sparkling diamond engagement ring and her wedding band was on (Y/N)’s finger as a matching wedding band was on Jason’s finger.

The surroundings didn’t look like a typical wedding venue with flowers and ribbons with a crowd of people. It was a courthouse, Gotham City Courthouse. On (Y/N)’s side stood Alfred holding a pale pink bouquet that was most likely the bride’s. What surprised them the most was a smiling Bruce on Jason’s side, a look of pride on his face that he rarely shown.

The boys break out of their shell as Dick complains.

“This can’t be real… Jason and (Y/N) got married without telling any of us….AND YOU LET JASON HAVE MARTHA’S RING!!” Dick snaps as his irritation grew. “You said I was gonna have it.”

Bruce sighs as he says, “I said that before you cheated on both of your girlfriends with each other.”

Alfred chuckles as he says, “And Master Jason specifically stated that he only wanted me and Master Bruce there.”

Tim frowns as he asks, “Why weren’t we invited?”

Alfred gives the boy a sympathetic look before reciting, “Miss (Y/N) and Jason only wanted a small ceremony and off what he said, ‘Damian makes (Y/N) uncomfortable when he calls her Jason’s woman and a distraction. Dick is plain out not invited because of reasons he knows why. And Tim can’t keep his mouth shut to save his life, so he’s not invited.’”

Damian tsks as he says, “I wouldn’t have wanted to go anyways.”

Dick was flustered as the images of the incident Alfred was referring to. He still can’t get her moans out of his head…

Tim pouts and says, “I’m gonna remember this…But why was Bruce invited then?”

Bruce responds with a smirk , “Because I was asked to give away the bride.”

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As soon as the newly weds returned their apartment, the lust sprinkled down like hale. Her well manicured hair was now messy as his hands held her head. His mouth devouring her moans as her own lips kept up with his pace.

Her fingers desperately removing his tie as the shrilling ring of Jason’s cell phone fills the air. He ignores it in favor of trailing tongue against his bride’s as she slings off the tie.

“Gonna answer that?” She mumbles as his mouth begins to trail down her jawline. Jason doesn’t answer as his hands scoop up under her thighs to pick her up. Her giggles were music in his ears as he says,

“It’s probably just Tim or Dick. Probably bitching about the wedding…”

Jason carries his wife through the threshold of their apartment hallway as his lips remained on hers. Their vows sealed in teeth and tongues as he expertly guided them into the bedroom.

His phone finally stopped ringing as he places her on the bed. Hands groping and pulling off of clothing as he unwraps her down to her underwear and stockings. His mouth hot against her breast as she pushes his now unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders.

His other hand dipping into her underwear as he flicks her erected nipples like a guitar. Her sweet music filling the room as he’s met with a creamy cunt under her white thong.

“Fuccck, ma..” He moans against her breast. Jason pulls away with a devilish smirk as he runs his finger over her sopping folds, carefully avoiding her hole and clit. “I can’t tell what I like more…your pretty tits or your sloppy cunt…”

(Y/N) feels the wave of shameful arousal fill her stomach as she whines out, “Stop teasing me, baby. It’s our wedding day and you’re acting like a jackass…”

Her body jolts as he pinches her clit. Her hips jerking as she moans at the sensation. Jason had a look of faux sympathy before mumbling against the valley of her breasts.

“Oh, you’re right…” His voice barely audible to her as he begins to rub heart shaped patterns on her clit, making sure to dip down to her gasping pussy as he dips down. “I’m not acting like a good husband, ain’t I? Let me make it up to you, Mrs. Todd.”

His lips attached to her unabused nipple before his middle finger finally dips into her pulsing hole. His groan accentuated by the scraping of his teeth against her sensitive flesh. The feeling of her cunt sucking his one finger in making him light headed as her moans ringed out.

“Jason…stop teasing me…I want you…” She begs as her hips try to meet the thrust of his finger. He growls at her bossiness before yanking his finger out of her pulling her panties down her thighs.

Her eyes glared at him for the loss of stimulation before he quickly pops her pussy lightly. The wet slap of skin making her cringe in embarrassment before Jason begins to leave a trail of open kisses and bites down her body. Making sure to pay special attention to the matching tattoo on her hip before he mumbles to her with a lazy smile.

“Your wish is my command.”

Before he could dig into his meal, the shrill ring of his phone invades the space. He yanks his phone out of his pocket and looks at the screen before declining the call. He tosses the phone onto the bed as he glares at the offending device.

“Stupid Dick..” He groans before a soft hand on his face draws him back to her. Her gentle touch bringing peace to his mind as she pulls him up to press a soft peck to his lips.

His mind goes blank as she gently lures him to stand before she kneels down, trailing kisses down his exposed chest and his scars. Her love poured into his body as her lips traced his autopsy scars. Her eyes shining so pretty as she presses an extra long kiss to his matching tattoo on his Adonis belt.

The silent vow that was made a year and a half into dating on a drunk night out with Roy.

‘I am hers and she is mine’

“Let me be a good wife to you, Mr. Todd.” She whispers against his skin. Her breath like hot fire before her hands snake off his belt and trousers. Her mischievous eyes gleaming in lustful delight as Jason’s lip curls in between his teeth. His eyes almost glowing as she presses her warm lips against his clothed tip. His hand fisting into her hair as he hisses at her.

“Don’t you fucking tease me…”

*RING* *RING*

Jason glares at the phone before he snatches it up. He sees the familiar notification as his own image shown on the phone. FaceTime.

“Answer it.”

“What?” Jason asks in confusion before looking down to her. His surprise was suppressed with a hiss as she pulls his hard cock out of his underwear. Her hand lazyily stroking him as she gives him a look of faux innocence.

“Answer it. It’s rude to ignore family..”

Jason feels a smirk curled onto his face as he realizes what she wanted. His dick hardened to iron as he remembers why he fell for her.

She was just as fucked as he was.

With that, Jason schools his face as he answers the phone with an annoyed expression.

“What?” He says as the image of his brother appears on his phone screen.

Dick glares at Jason before snapping at him. “You got fucking married?! Without inviting any of us?!”

“Didn’t Alfred tell you why we didn’t want you guys there?” Jason asked in as much annoyance as he can muster as he felt the wet pull of lips around his cock.

His hand gripping her hair kept her from getting more than his tip in as he hides his reaction. Her tongue licking his tip like a kitten wanting milk.

“But we are family for fucks sake.”

Jason’s actual annoyance getting the best of him as he hisses,

“I’m sorry, but I recall you trying to fuck my wife.”

“THAT WAS BEFORE I KNEW YOU WERE DATING HER!!”

Jason becomes distracted as (Y/N) starts sucking him off. Her drool and his precum slowly beginning to coat her mouth and hand as it strokes what she can’t fit into her pretty mouth.

His brow furrowed as his pleasure and annoyance started to mix on his face. Jason decides to get some payback on both his wife and brother as he slyly mentions.

“Oh but you had no problem rubbing one out when I sent those videos.”

He pulls her closer to his pelvis to muffle her surprised moan. If he wasn’t on the phone, he would degrade her like a slut with how she acts when she remembers being recorded. Her cheeks hollow as Dick’s jaw drops as Jason mentions the videos.

“I-I..”

“Admit it.” Jason says, his voice grew more taunting. “You probably still jack off to the videos because you’re nothing but a loser who cheats on any good woman he gets because you’re scared of attaching to someone.”

Jason can feel her eagerness grow as she sucks harder, actually pulling him as deep into her throat as she can. He almost wanted to both laugh at how cute she was as she gagged around him and coo at how proud he was of her. Her jaw was gonna be hurting like a bitch either way.

Dick’s baffled expression almost made it better as his eyes shined with shame over what Jason knew to be true.

“That’s why Bruce gave me Martha’s ring.” Jason says as he forces (Y/N) to take him all the way down her throat. Her nose pressing into his light patch of black hair as Jason says. “fuck…I can fuck (Y/N) like I fucking hate her guts and she would take it because she knows I would rather swallow glass than fuck anyone else like I do her. To even love anyone halfway as I do her would be a sin…”

The fluttering feeling of her throat as her nails digged into his thigh affirming his conviction.

“I’m not afraid to get attached… As long as she lives, I’ll never let her go…”

He hangs up before Dick can respond as he yanks her back by her hair. Her coughing and gasping for air as she whine painfully at both the lost of his cock in her mouth and the painful grip on her scalp.

Jason releases her hair before kneeling beside her on the floor. His expression tender as he cups her face. Her light makeup look from the wedding was now smudged off with her mascara flowing down her face with her tears. Her lips puffy and wet from his assault on her mouth. Her body littered in forming bruises from his teeth. Her cunt sloppy and leaking a clear sheen down her thighs. Her cheek leaning into his palm as her eyes shined at him with nothing but love and desire.

“Fuck…” He groans before crawling inbetween her legs as he pushes her to lay down on the floor. His mouth back on hers as his throbbing erection lightly dragged against her fluttering pussy. The head catching her clit despite the watery resistance as she whimpers into his mouth.

“You look so pretty like this…” Jason says before sticking his tongue down her throats. Their tongues tangling for a moment before his hands cup her face and pull her away. “You feel it, don’t you?”

She whines as his hips rolled against hers. Her cunt angry as it fluttered around nothing. His nearly red dick twitching as it desires salvation in her temple as Jason breathlessly whimpers.

“Feel how bad I need you baby? Fuck I can’t stand it. I wanna fuck you every day so I can see you look like this.” He says as he wraps his hand his member. He slaps her pussy with it twice before dragging his head over her entrance, the heavy appendage dipping in slightly as he says.

“I wanna ruin you so good. You’re such a good pretty girl that I want to ruin and make as fucked up as me…”

Her gasps fill the room as he starts to bully his tip into her. Even though they were both well experienced with each other, every time she takes him feels like the first time with that delicious stretch.

His unusually talkative mood doesn’t let up as he pushes his hips into her, forcing her to take him.

“You’re so gorgeous…” He whispers as he pulls her legs over his shoulders as he grasps her hips, forcing them up as he starts to fill her to the hilt. “God, this pussy is unbelievable…gonna fill her up everyday and eat her out every night…”

His thrusts start off slow but hard as her hands desperately held onto what bit of Jason she could as he fucked her like a doll. Her whimpers and moans filling the air as the sticky sound of his balls smacking her ass.

His hot breath tickles her ears as his hips develop the torturous pattern of pistoling into her like a hard buck before rolling in a deep and filling thrust. Her eyes filling with tears and brain fog as he filled her lust sick brain with praise.

“Such a good little wife…a sweet little thing with a nice soft body for me…” He groans as his pace becomes brutal. His precision and memory impeccably beats anything he learned as a vigilante as he assaults her G-spot. Her eyes rolling back as lighting strikes her the brain as she begins to cry.

“Fuck. Fuck. fuck…” she sobs incoherently as Jason licks the tears off her face.

“You look so hot when your cry…” Jason moans as his thrusts start to become more sloppy. His reaches between them as he rubs tight circles on her clit as he thrusts harder into her soft cunt.

“Will you cry some more please?” He’s asked in a cruel tone. His eyes blown out with desire as he lets his full weight pin her down under him. His added weight making her pinned as she cries. Her stomach tightening at the overwhelming presence of him and his cock destroying her insides.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, Ma…” He says as his own whimpers fall through. “Gonna watch you get swollen and carry a little perfect baby and know that you’re mine…that no one can love you like me… ain’t that right?”

Her impending orgasm blocking off all rational thoughts as her mouth hangs open. His hand pulls from her clit to her frustration and grabs a hold of her jaw. Forcing her to look at him as he says harshly.

“Who do you belong to ,Pretty Girl?”

Her eyes widen as she says, “You…I belong to you baby…”

Jason smirks as he starts thrusting faster. Her shrieks just music in his ears as she falls off the edge. Her vision clouded as white flashes in her vision. Her body nearly convulsing as her cunt squeezes Jason into his own orgasm. His warm seed flooding her quivering womb as he presses a kiss into her neck.

The pair remained still for a moment as they gasped for air. The natural chill of the room causing them to tremble at the stimulation. Her small hand moving first as she grabs his hand, her fingers playing with the gold band on his finger as she whispers.

“My husband…” A soft satisfied smile on her lips as Jason grins widely into her neck as he mumbles.

“All yours, Mrs. Todd.”

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AN: Yea I didn’t know how to end this. 😭 I hope you guys like it because I’m not too sure if the smut is good or not. Let me know what you think as I’m trying to clear out the drafts. Again, Thank you @jjenthusee for inspiring these two fanfics and for being a great mutual.

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sh1-n0bu · 2 years ago

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I am such a simp for Scara Nobu omg. I'm in love with him being AFAB 🥹

Thinking about him cumming completely untouched just from your praise :(( He needs to hear it so badly, he's your good boy and just wants you to say it all the time <33

-👖

♡︎ 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙖𝙧 ♡︎

characters: AFAB!sub!scaramouche x nb!dom!reader

warnings: praise, markings, dirty talk, praise, degrading, thigh riding, cumming untouched, virgin scara my beloved<3

notes: currently on my last fucking line of sanity as i think of transmasc scara squeezing the life outta me with his thighs

wanderer, formerly known as balladeer or scaramouche, was not exactly the most gentle of lovers. he’s always on the defensive, ready to protect himself whether it be verbally or physically. years of trauma, torture and manipulation at the hands of the second fatui harbinger - il dottore - doing nothing to soothe his harsh personality and snappy attitude.

he hated everyone and everything. each and every disgusting trace of emotion other than hatred and sadistic glee being frowned upon, slightest bit of gentle touch met with a harsh glare and a smack. yes, he hates everything.

everything and everyone except you.

he doesn’t really remember how it all started, how the swirling emotions of affection in his chest started. perhaps it was when he first met you when you were with the traveler, during his mission of finding out about the truth of the stars and meteors?

maybe during the lantern rite when the two of you stumbled upon each other as he held his bleeding side, denying your kindness of treating his wounds verbally but never doing anything to live up to his words?

he doesn’t remember and frankly he doesn’t care, not when his smaller frame is sitting on your lap, greedily whining as he chases after your lips in a drunken haze.

his own lips was already cherry red, swollen with small hints of blood, giving chase every time you pull away with a low whimper of a plea slipping from his mouth. his white and blue fabricated kimono top already sitting discarded at the edge of your shared bed, shorts halfway taken off, pooling at his ankle as he grinds himself on your thigh with a bright blush.

"hey now, let me breathe for a bit darling" tugging on his short, messy purple locks, guiding him away from yourself you took deep breaths in and out. wanderer whined at that - stupid oxygen. keeping him away from his lover.

taking your other hand in his smaller one, he guided it towards his side where the zipper to his bodysuit is - silently begging you to undress him. understanding his silent, unexpressed words you fulfilled his wishes, fingers grabbing at the zipper of his bodysuit, slowly pulling them down as your lover wiggled on your thighs with a beautiful deep shade of red blooming on his cheeks.

slipping your hand under his tight bodysuit, you felt him jolt at the sudden feeling of your fingers brushing on his sensitive nub. a quiet, poorly muffled whine escaped his throat as his hips bucked when you decided to give an experimental tug to his puffy nipple.

"ooh? so you like having your nipples played? who knew my sweet little kuni was such a whore" tugging down the turtleneck collar of his bodysuit, you bit down on his sensitive spot of jugular between his neck and shoulder, making the puppet in your arms whimper loudly. face burning up in shame, wanderer wanted to deny your words but deep down he knew it was true. especially with his body reacting so deliciously to each and every last one of your touch on him.

"aww you're this wet for me already? just from a simple tug on your nipples dear?" feeling his wetness soaking through his bodysuit and wetting your pants, you couldn't help but coo at his adorable flushed face. pinching and tugging on his sensitive bud, you leaned down to wrap your lips around his other nipple through his bodysuit. at that, wanderer let out a moan, gazing down at you with a completely red face, a hand over his mouth to muffle his noises. archons, this was all so perverted but he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"aanh... w-wait [name]~ wait wait wai-!! mmngh!♡︎" squealing as he threw his head back, your sweet lover spasmed. hips bucking on your thighs before a sudden wetness soaked through your pants more. did he just-?

letting go of his sensitive nipple, you looked up to gaze upon wanderer's face burning up in shame with tears welling up in his pretty blue eyes. hiding his face in your shoulders he let out a whine before asking you a question that made you giggle.

"can we do that again...?"

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bun3333s · 4 months ago

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Yandere MBTI Scaramouche

Cruel Aware Manipulative Strict

note: Using the structure from the wonderful @ddarker-dreams !! Scara is my baby girl and I adore him… so I hope I did him justice. I’m super new to actually writing anything like this, so any feedback or comments are appreciated <3 Note that these headcanons are in regards to pre-Wanderer Scaramouche, quote and image from 'The “Divine Will' story teaser. Mild spoilers for his backstory.

1.2k words

contains: yandere, mental/physical/emotional abuse, kidnapping/confinement, gn reader insert (”you” pronouns used), murder and violence (non-graphic), angst (?)

“My chest will never again be defiled by worldly filth”

Cruel vs Reverent

> He’s akin to a mistreated stray cat, but in that same vein, I do think that inwardly he’s much more fond of you than he’ll ever let show. This really depends on what phase of his life you meet in, and under what circumstances. If you met before the proverbial shit hit the fan, he’s much more likely to hold you with tenderness, near and dear to his heart. Especially with a kind darling, I could see him falling into the reverent category. Inwardly, of course. He would sooner die than let you know about these mushy feelings he has (even if he keeps you on a leash beside him at all times, and anyone with eyes could see that something is happening between you two). Regardless of whether you meet in his ‘softer’ era or not, there’s still a 100% chance he’s going to be a snarky, cold, degrading bastard.

> We all know this man has abandonment issues pro max, and his attitude is part of the way he’s coped. At the core of this, I imagine he holds an incredibly deep-rooted sense of insecurity. From Ei throwing him out for not meeting her standards, to the perceived rejection and betrayal from seemingly everyone else he cared for — to him, he must blame himself. He’s the common denominator. Had he simply never loved these people, he wouldn’t have had to go through all that pain when they left him.

> Then, comes along you. And I just know this man is seething — you’re ruining his way of life with the way your eyes twinkle in the sun and the warmth that floods his chest at your smile. He’s considered going to a professional about that, trying to find any way to avoid the inevitable. Surely that radiant feeling in his chest is what normal people call a fever, right? The electricity running through his veins burning hotter than normal? By the time he realizes his feelings for darling, he’s absolutely pissed. This would just be another point of weakness. More than anything though, he’s mad at himself. He’s mad because he’s been debased to such primal desires, because he’s scared to go through the agony of loss yet again. He’s terrified at the notion of depending on someone else. He swore to never be weak like that again, and that isn’t changing any time soon.

> But at the same time, it doesn’t matter how much he despises you (or rather, the way you make him see himself) because you make this bleak world so much more bearable. The scramble for power is exhausting in and of itself. To go through countless years of pain, experiments, and labor on your own, knowing that developing an attachment to anyone could be tantamount to failure? Excruciating. He has so little left to hold onto in the world, so when you come along, he sinks his claws in so deep it’s as if he’s trying to become one with you. As if your union will wash his sins away and you, his lifeline to heaven. Or maybe simply to a life where he can love again.

> He doesn’t know love without pain, and frankly, he’s not sure which is worse at this point. He’s so afraid you’ll see in him what everyone else did and leave — hold his heart in both hands to shatter — that he’ll never let you get that close in the first place. Scara is even more snappy with his darling than with others; the instinct to bite and scratch and claw at anyone getting too close to him. This, of course, conflicts with a similarly intense desire to hold you, praise you; worship at your altar for giving his life meaning.

> Basically he’s a tsundere but way more sadistic and with a lot of issues. He will verbally abuse you almost every time his mouth opens, and being his darling is tantamount to enrolling in psychological warfare. Absolutely would not shy away from physical punishment either. Definitely has a thing for seeing his marks on you. The fury, self-betrayal, frustration and grief — all of it gets redirected to the unfortunate object of his affections instead.

Aware vs Delusional

> Now, he isn’t some monster without feelings or something like that. He’s just a monster with very repressed feelings. I can imagine Scara actually feeling some remorse, you would just never be able to tell with the glee he possesses when torturing you.

> This goes back to how his cruel treatment is a manifestation of his insecurity again (doesn’t everything about this man?). After a particularly harsh punishment, or maybe just when passively observing your pathetic state, a pang of sorrow hits his chest. He thinks it might be time to look into a new body for himself. One that isn’t quite as… inconvenient. There’s somewhere deep down, hidden in a crack after a particularly brutal battle, where he thinks that he deserves this. He doesn’t deserve to have you; to hold you freely. Yet, he needs you more than anything else. It’s selfish, cruel, pitiful — every negative adjective you could pull from a dictionary. Scara is far past the point of caring much for morality, but it’s you he’s hurting, so it’s only fair that he hurts in silence alongside his beloved. There’s a strange understanding between the two of you. About hurt and love. About pretending to be asleep when he cards lithe fingers through your hair at night, ignoring the soft sounds of something wet hitting the pillows every so often.

> At the end of the day, he knows what he’s doing is wrong. Do you think he doesn’t catch your disdain? The hopeful glances out of windows? Don’t take him for a fool. He’s just a man in love without the luxury of loving. Scara has a multitude of issues, but perhaps unluckily for darling, awareness isn’t one of them. Sometimes you think it might be easier to live if you never saw that twinkle of pity in his eyes, back before you learned to falsify your slumber when he returned in the dead of night. Other times, you hope that twinkle sparks something in his mechanical body and burns this all to ashes.

Manipulative vs Honest

> This is probably the one where Scara isn’t entirely at one end or the other. In terms of emotional manipulation, he’s honest with you for the most part… the issue is that for the rest of the time, he’ll just refuse to answer.

> “why am I here?” “because I want you here.”

> “what do you want from me?” “to stay here.”

> He gets points for being straightforward but loses all of them when he showcases the emotional maturity of a grumpy toddler.

> The lack of emotional maturity and his own raging internal battlefield of emotions is part of the reason why I find it difficult to see him as some sort of manipulator — I’m not entirely sure our little guy has the facilities for that long-term. The bigger reason I struggle to see him as an emotional manipulator is because he’s suffered so much from it. He does, however, omit a large amount of information from darling.

> Now… physical/financial manipulation, threats and violence — these are all on the table. Scara knows he isn’t exactly the epitome of kindness or desirability to you, so how does he capture his darling? Through the previously mentioned means of course!

> Do you have a family or loved ones? Better pray he uses his Fatui connections to only bankrupt instead of massacring them. There isn’t any low Scara wouldn’t stoop to in order to have you in his grasp. He’ll pay off all your family’s debt if you come with him - or better yet - he’ll let them live to see another day! So how about it?

> It doesn’t really matter how you answer, because at the end of the day, he can always resort to brute force.

Strict vs Lenient

> If the abandonment issues didn’t give it away already, this man is neurotic about you — what you do, where you are, where you look, the way you look. It feels as if you aren’t in his line of sight he thinks you’ll disappear. His grip on you is always a bit too firm. Scara holds you like the moment he lets go he’ll wake up and remember that you left too.

> His unrelenting chastising and ‘reminders’ (read: abuse) serve not only to assert total control over you but to reassure himself as well. After all, you can’t leave him if he has total control over your everything.

> He doubts he can truly be your everything like you are to him, so this suffices as a close second. If he can find a way to own everything you do and everything that makes you, you then that can be good enough. It has to be. He can be your everything still; just in a different way.

aHHhh thanks for reading !!! hope you enjoyed <3

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hypnoneghoul · 4 months ago

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Have I used this joke already? Yes. Will I use it again? Absolutely.

KKEENNDDRICK!!! DROP ANOTHER DISTRACK (GHOUL ORGY) AND MY LIFE, IS YOURSSS /ref /pos

Oh please great father I BEG OF THEE

Not Alive For Anyone

WC: 3,1k

Relationship: Dewdrop/Mountain/Swiss/Phantom

Tags: Foursome - M/M/M/M, Transmasc Dew, Free Use (kinda), Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Objectification, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Pressure Kink (is that a thing?), Edging, Degradation, Creampie, Aftercare

Notes: Combining with a commission from @jazz-bazz :3 Beta read and edited by the lovely @mac-and-thefox <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

The rehearsal today was particularly hot.

The air conditioning went out and Copia ordered some people around so it would get fixed and they did, but it died again just as the band started playing the first song, to their collective annoyance. Papa was obviously frustrated, too, but decided to use this as an opportunity for them all to build up some heat resistance—as if they hadn't already played countless shows in horrid heat fully costumed.

This led to everyone being as snappy as they were horny, due to them sweating bullets and scenting the windowless room with it.

Dewdrop, though, had no issues whatsoever.

He does sweat, yes, but his fire nature makes the heat itself not much of a bother and still, the rehearsal was nothing compared to some shows they had played. So while everyone just wanted to get it over with and go shower and fuck, Dewdrop was having actual fun, as usual during a practice.

He doesn’t really understand why he got jumped by three of his packmates the moment he put his guitar away. He’s hardly ever going to say no to a casual orgy, though, so he didn’t protest being picked up and thrown over Mountain’s shoulder. There were fingers in his cunt and asshole before they even reached Swiss’ room. There he got thrown onto the bed and stripped with no regards to what he wanted or didn’t want.

He thinks he should be grateful that they decided to finger him open—just enough so he doesn't bleed when they spear him on two fat cocks. He’s on his hands and knees with his throat filled by Mountain’s cock as the earth ghoul licks into his cunt to loosen him up while Swiss is behind him, stretching his ass with near clinical precision; poking and prodding as if he’s nothing more than a doll to be inspected prior to using.

Oh, how Dewdrop loves being used.

“So cute,” Swiss hums, adding another finger to the two already nestled inside the fire ghoul’s warm hole. Obscene noise reaches his ears as the multi ghoul thrusts the digits in; Dewdrop has been leaking everywhere since Mountain has picked him up.

He has nearly forgotten about the fourth ghoul that’s in the room with them. Phantom is kneeling by Dewdrop’s head with a tight fist around his cock, slowly stroking himself to the sight of the fire ghoul choking on Mountain’s cock.

The earth ghoul wants to cum first before they really start so that he might have a chance of lasting for long enough. He never can on his first. Shooting down Dewdrop’s throat is a great way to start, indeed, and the fire ghoul’s enthusiasm when it comes to sucking dick is unmatched; Swiss knows he doesn’t have that much time to work him open because of that.

Sure enough, the multi ghoul pushes four fingers into him just when Mountain lets out a nearly guttural groan as Dewdrop makes him cum. Phantom keeps watching; he even dares to reach out, wipe a drop of cum that leaks out of the fire ghoul’s mouth with a finger and bring it down onto his own tongue.

Mountain stays on his back and once he gets the go-ahead, Swiss wastes no more time before grabbing the fire ghoul and sitting him on the other’s cock, hard again. Dewdrop doesn’t even have the time to register the fullness as he is being pushed down—back to Mountain’s chest—and then Swiss is moving Phantom to his liking, too. Suddenly he is sliding the young ghoul’s dick into Dewdrop’s cunt and bending the young quint over him so Swiss can prepare him for his own cock.

Phantom moans and drools onto the fire ghoul’s chest as it is his turn to get stretched out and treated like an object. His hips keep giving light twitches seeking friction instead of just sitting idly in the glorious place that is Dewdrop’s pussy, but Swiss allows no such thing. He holds him still with his free hand and threatens with his claws every time the quintessence ghoul tries to hump into Dewdrop.

“You’re gonna move how I want you to and that’s it, Phantom.” Swiss’ tone alone makes Phantom shudder and whine; it’s cold, the warmth and affection that’s usually dripping from every word Swiss utters is absolutely gone. The quintessence ghoul thinks he shouldn’t be as turned on by it as he is, but alas.

“Swiss–”

“No, shut up,” he snarls and Phantom moans in reply. Swiss chuckles cruelly at how much of a mess he is as he finishes stretching his ass. He smacks his cheek just hard enough to leave a mark before wiping his hand and shoving his cock into him in one swift thrust with no more preamble. Phantom whimpers at the sudden fullness and his own dick kicks where it’s still nestled in Dewdrop.

The fire ghoul himself is way past incoherent at this point, stuffed full and squeezed, and nobody has really moved properly yet. He doesn’t even pay much mind to how he thought it would be Swiss and Mountain fucking him; not that he doesn’t enjoy having sweet little Phantom in his pussy.

He really fucking does.

So if someone were to ask him how exactly he ended up in his current predicament, he would not really know how to answer. Don’t get him wrong, he is enjoying himself immensely, but at this point the others have him so brainless he genuinely can’t remember what led him to…all of this.

“How does his cock feel, huh?” Swiss asks, probably referring to Phantom. He can’t be sure considering Mountain is also buried inside him to the hilt, of course. Either way, they both feel divine. “Hm, kitten?”

“‘S good,” Dewdrop slurs, high on sensation already, and the multi ghoul grins as he thrusts roughly into Phantom where he’s glued to his back. That makes his own dick slam deep into Dewdrop’s cunt, filling him to the brim with the help of the big earth ghoul cock in his ass. “So good, fuck.”

Their position is rather complicated, but they are making it work.

Swiss grunts into Phantom’s ear with every thrust, sheathing himself inside him over and over again and making him do the same to the fire ghoul. The room is filled with filthy sounds of slick flesh against slick flesh and various noises of pleasure falling one by one from four mouths.

Dewdrop is the most lost one, of course.

He’s not really registering what’s happening anymore, he just knows he’s warm, full, and nicely squeezed; the waves of pleasure that are washing over him every second have him out somewhere by the orbit. His eyes are glassy with it and unshed—for now—tears and his pupils are blown so wide the embers of his irises are nearly gone.

Swiss regrets he’s too far to really look into these pretty eyes and see how empty Dewdrop’s brain is.

Mountain isn’t doing much at the bottom of their sweaty fuck-pile; he is holding both of Dewdrop’s wrists in the circle of one of his hands and toying with the fire ghoul’s clit with the other—not with the intention to help properly stimulate him, no. Mountain is doing it for himself, all but fidgeting with the little thing as Dewdrop’s wet hole squeezes his cock over and over again. The earth ghoul is simply content with being cockwarmed and occasionally clenched around if he flicks the fire ghoul’s cock in the right way or if Swiss makes Phantom hit that good spot inside him.

He nuzzles his nose against his shoulder and neck, licking over the scars that are left of Dewdrop’s gills and enjoying the smell he loves so much—of a bonfire that has just been put out with fresh water—being so strong right there. He thinks about what he would do if the gills were still there, how he’d lick inside and suck on the pretty fins surrounding them. Alas, he only worries the delicate skin of the crook of Dewdrop’s neck between his fangs and resists the urge to pierce it just yet; there will be time for that later.

“Mounty–” Dewdrop moans; being beyond any words but their names. The earth ghoul in question presses a fang to a bumpy scar and chuffs in acknowledgement of whatever it might be that Dewdrop was trying to say. Not that it matters much, anyway.

Phantom is nothing more than a two-in-one dildo and a fleshlight as Swiss controls his every movement with a big, warm hand sprawled out over his chest—the other one dimpling the skin on his hip in a possessive grip. It’s Dewdrop that is completely immobilized and reduced to a whiny mess, even though the quintessence ghoul has no control over himself either. He loves it; he’s not even addressed as much as Dewdrop. Swiss is nothing but vicious and the only comfort Mountain has to offer—at least for the time being—is the fire ghoul’s to take.

They should have invited Rain, Swiss thinks. As far as he’s aware the water ghoul got snatched by the ghoulettes after the rehearsal, but Swiss can’t help but wonder how much more wrecked Dewdrop would get if Rain were with them. The power he has over the fire ghoul is something as impressive as it is scary.

They will definitely invite Rain next time.

Phantom’s moans are the loudest and the highest and Swiss absolutely cherishes them. He prides himself in being able to pull all those lovely sounds out of the young ghoul and he knows them so well by now he could categorize them precisely. That’s why he knows exactly when to shove his cock into him harder, when to do it faster, and when to pull out completely just to hear Phantom cry out for it, hating the sudden feeling of cold and empty.

But then Swiss slides back in and all is right in the world again.

Yes, all four of them are enjoying themselves immensely.

Dewdrop tries to arch his back against the onslaught of sensation but Phantom’s hands that are planted firmly on his chest and his—or rather Swiss’—rhythmic thrusts effectively keep him from it. The fire ghoul is literally stuck and he drops his mouth open in a wanton moan at the realization of just how helpless he is right now.

Phantom lets out a similar noise when Dewdrop squeezes around him and Swiss chuckles cruelly behind him. “Two little whores made for being used, how pathetic. Isn’t it, my love?”

Dewdrop’s entire body vibrates with the rumble that comes from Mountain’s chest. “I think it’s rather adorable. It’s like they were made just for us to use.”

He squeezes around the fire ghoul’s slim wrists for good measure; as if to show off just how perfect of a fit they are. Swiss chuckles and nods in agreement.

Dewdrop whines loudly and wiggles his fingers in an attempt to…they’re not sure, really, but the next sound that comes out of him is too close to a sob for Mountain’s liking. “P–please…”

The earth ghoul hums and both lets go of his wrists and pauses toying with his clit. He drags his big hands over Dewdrop’s small body, tweaking his nipples on his way, before he wraps them tightly around him. He squeezes the remaining breath out of him and drills his cock into his hole as the fire ghoul clenches around it at receiving even more of that grounding pressure he craves so much. He flops his half-limp hands back down and grips Phantom’s wrist with one and Mountain’s forearm with the other in a silent plea of keep me close.

Even though they were all happy to reduce him to nothing but a few holes for them to fuck for the time being, he is still their beloved Dewdrop.

“It’s alright, fire lily,” Mountain rumbles into his ear, “I’ve got you, make us feel good some more and it’ll be your turn, I promise.”

Seeing Mountain take on the task of assuring the fire ghoul’s comfort, Swiss smirks; intending to take his cruelty up a notch before they finish.

“Useless without us, both of you,” he spits out with another forceful thrust into Phantom. “Fucking each other and being fucked by us is the only thing you’re good for.”

The quintessence ghoul moans all whorish at his words; a slut for cruel degradation that he is. He pants hard with his head hung and his eyes glued to where Dewdrop’s cunt is being stretched open on his cock, leaking more and more slick with every thrust. It’s an addicting sight and feeling, truly, and Phantom feels a dangerous swoop low in his stomach.

“Swiss–Swiss, I’m…I’m close, ‘m gonna–” he whines as his body moves of its own accord to search for something that will bring him to his orgasm. Swiss, though, doesn’t let it get too far.

“No, you’re not,” he snarls, “not until I tell you.”

Phantom whimpers but there’s nothing he can do about it, really, and everyone involved knows he loves it.

“How’s it going down there, my love?” the multi ghoul asks Mountain. “As hot as up here?”

“Hotter,” he admits, making Swiss chuckle. “I’m close, too, darling.”

“Alright then.”

Swiss groans as he picks up his pace and slams into Phantom with enough force to make the entire bed rattle against the wall.

“You can cum,” he whispers into the quintessence ghoul’s ear and cums deep inside him, grunting. The feeling of the multi ghoul’s cock slotted right against his prostate and the warmth filling him makes Phantom grind into Dewdrop for the last time before he tips over the edge, too.

Dewdrop cries out as he takes his second load of the night. Mountain presses down on his stomach and lets out a growl as he feels Phantom’s softening cock and his own through Dewdrop’s flat tummy. The earth ghoul bucks up into him and finally allows himself to sink his teeth into his shoulder and then he’s gone, too, spilling into Dewdrop’s ass.

Phantom goes completely boneless once he goes down from his high, flopping down onto a very fucked out but still very desperate Dewdrop. He would cry and beg for them to make him cum if only he weren’t squeezed so hard there’s no breath left in his lungs. Swiss somehow holds himself up behind Phantom, pulling out as he breathes heavily and folding in on himself where he kneels.

He knows he’s the one who will regain his composure the fastest and that means he has to switch his semi-cruelty off and give Dewdrop his release; preferably before the poor ghoul drops and descends into real panic.

It’s easy for him to roll Phantom off of him, the bed is big enough so that he can pick Dewdrop up and lay him down next to the quintessence ghoul with Mountain still taking up the middle. The fire ghoul cries out in desperation as he gets manhandled and spread out on his back for Swiss to do whatever he wants to him.

“S–Swiss, pl…please, I–I can’t, I need–please,” Dewdrop babbles, flopping his arms around as if he’s trying to claw his way to getting his release.

But he is completely at Swiss’ mercy; he couldn’t fight him even if he wanted to.

Maybe he does, a little bit—too brainless to realize how much gentler Swiss is now and that whatever he’s going to do is finally going to be for Dewdrop, not someone else.

The multi ghoul lays on his front in between his legs and cannot waste any more time—not only because of his affection for Dewdrop, but also the delicious display of the fire ghoul’s holes all puffy and leaking his packmates’ cum right in front of his face.

Dewdrop must be cleaned up, of course, so why wouldn’t Swiss do it with his tongue?

He descends and plunges the appendage deep into the fire ghoul’s cunt and he absolutely wails; loud enough to wake the dead, probably. Without ghouls bigger than him on and under him, Dewdrop writhes in oversensitivity. Swiss only holds his hips, keeping at least that part of him still enough so that he can enjoy his dessert.

Neither of them notices Mountain gathering Phantom up and off of the bed and taking him to the bathroom to clean him up. They’ll be done before they come back, surely, just in time for a post-coital cuddle pile.

It’s obscene how the multi ghoul eats Dewdrop out, alternating between sucking on his cock, licking Phantom’s cum out of his cunt and doing the same to Mountain’s in his ass. It’s all sloppy and Swiss is all but drowning, but he doesn't ever want to stop.

He will, though; causing the fire ghoul actual anguish is not the plan. Swiss lets go of his hips with one hand and brings it down between his legs. He pushes two of his fingers into Dewdrop’s asshole, his thumb into his pussy, and closes his mouth around his clit.

He sucks and the fire ghoul is gone.

His holes squeeze around Swiss’ fingers and his thighs around his head as slick gushes out of him and absolutely drenches the other’s face and neck. He pulls away immediately, knowing that after being edged for so long, Dewdrop would fall into overstimulation that much faster and that much more intense than usual.

Swiss rests his cheek on the inside of the fire ghoul’s thigh and breathes in the smell of sex hanging in the air; so beautifully concentrated just between Dewdrop’s legs. He’s gasping for breath, laying sprawled out like a wet noodle with no strength to move even an inch. Swiss rubs his warm hands over his skin, wherever he can reach, to ground him and help him come back down smoothly.

Swiss’ eyes close at some point, but he can’t bring himself to care; he’s comfortable snuggled between Dewdrop’s legs. The next thing he knows a blanket is being thrown over him—still there—and there’s another warm body cuddling up to him and the fire ghoul. Phantom shoves his face into Dewdrop’s tummy and wraps his tail around Swiss’ waist. Mountain joins them a moment later, laying down in the other direction and manhandling Dewdrop so that his head is pillowed on his stomach.

Their position is rather complicated, but they’re making it work.

#the band ghost #hypnone writes #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #hypnone's commissions

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thepepsislvt · 9 months ago

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I’m finally home from a trip.. what if hear me out.. nsfw alphabet for my favorite bgs either Kid, Killer, or of course Barto

-Tulipp 🌷🌷🌷

(acc still doesn’t work)

I DID IT AND I STARTED IT BEFORE U EVEN ASKED BECAUSE YOU MADE ME THINK ABOUT KID AND KILLER RELIGIOUSLY

also evryone istg im alive ive just been violently sick WAAAAHHH

anw here you go braincell sharer Kid and Killer nsfw alphabet

@tulipp-again

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kid tries his damn hardest to at least clean you up but usually hes conked out within 3 minutes

Killer on the other hand is a trooper. He will run you a bath, get you water, a snack, anything you could ever think of he does. Hes so sweet about everything

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think we all agree that Kid is an ass man. he loves to grope it, bite it and smack it

Kid likes his arms and hands with how strong they arms. He loves how he can easily bend you over anything and fuck you from behind

Killer likes your collar bones with how easy he can bite them and leave a mark

On him Killer also likes his arms with how easy he can carry you around if needed

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Kid cums A LOT okay? its thick and fills you up so much. He loves to cum on your face the most

Killer’s is also thick but he doesnt shoot as much as Kid. He especially loves to cum all over your stomach

D: Dirty Secret

Kid really doesnt have any secrets, if he wants something hes going to announce it

Killer really wants you to top him. He sees how snappy and mean you get with Kid when you are bickering and he wants you to do that to him. he just doesnt know how to ask

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Kid slept around a lot when he was younger while trying to deny he was gay for Killer but he eventually got over his ego and just went for it. When you joined the relationship you often called Kid a slut for being so skilled

Killer didn’t have any experience outside of you and Kid but he sure knows how to make you feel good

F: Favorite Position

ANYTHING WITH YOUR ASS POINTED TOWARDS KID! Kid really likes your ass and never hesitates to let you know how much he loves it

Killer loves to hold you close so he usually has you in his lap with your back against his chest

G: Goofy (Are they more serious at the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

They both agree that Sex is serious and shouldn’t be taken as a joke

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Kid either doesnt know what grooming is or he really doesnt care. hes untrimmed and yes the carpet does indeed match the drapes

Killer really doesnt care either but he does trim a little bit. he will do more if you really want him to

I: Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Kid tries but just know degrading is his love language. He does kiss you a lot but its usually rough and sloppy

Killer is way more romantic than Kid in everyway. He constantly tells you how good youre doing and checking up on you. he whispers a lot of praise and ‘i love you’s at least 90% of the time

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Kid is a big man with a big sex drive. so much so he has to rub one out a lot if youre “to busy” or “not feeling it” (even though he has literally drug you away from your work several times before

Killer isnt much into having to Jack off unless hes really desperate but most of the time he just holds out

K: Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

Kid loves spanking you. hes an ass man, you got a nice ass its just common sense according to him.

Killer loves hair pulling. Theres just something about the extra pain that is slowly soothed when you rub his scalp that just adds the cherry on top for him.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Kid will do it anywhere he doesnt care he doesnt have any shame but you do so you convince him to do it in at least a semi public location which isnt much better but youll take it.

Killer likes it anywhere in private since he is more of a private person himself

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Kid is turned on by literally anything you do. all that anger quickly gets turned to horny when you or Killer walk into the picture

Killer gets turned on most when you kiss his neck it ear

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

they both wouldnt do anything that would seriously hurt you other than that theyre pretty open to trying whatever

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Kid Prefers to receive hes a little whore who only thinks abt himself

Killer doesnt mind giving or receiving as long as youre happy

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Kid is Fast and ROUGH and its not hard to believe at all

Killer also likes to be fast and rough but still takes it easy on you

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kid will take it if thats all he can get but prefers to take his time fucking you brain dead

Killer isnt fond of them but if you need it then he’ll do it for you

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kid is all about risks because he runs on that type of adrenaline

Killer also isnt too opposed but likes to play it safer

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kid can last up to 5 maximum before telling you to fuck off and then falling asleep

Killer can go as many as you want, he’ll stir up as much energy as needed to make you happy

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

i wouldnt think so but if yall do have any toys its made from Kid himself

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Kid is a GOD at teasing, he loves to be in control and to tease you until are crying for him

Killer also loves to tease even more so than Kid, you would never expect

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Kid is loud, he doesnt shut up, he groans and growls, mf laughs when he degrades you shut shut up man

Killer not loud he just lets out a few grunts and small moans

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Killer is the only one who has ever topped Kid

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Kid is rlly thick and girthy. like oh my god you gonna need a few minutes to stretch out around him

Killer isnt as thick but he is long omg

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kid is up ready to go at any given moment all that pent up anger gotta go somewhere

Killer isnt as hyper sexual as Kid but he still enjoys it at least 3-4 times a week

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately after for Kid, like bro will nut and then you hear his loud ass snoring

Killer doesnt fall asleep as fast as Kid mainly cause he needs to calm down first and catch his breath. he also loves to clean everyone up so yall not sleeping all dirty

#x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x gn reader #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #kid one piece #killer one piece

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sparrowofthedawnsworld · 2 years ago

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Storms Call For Distractions - Sam Kiszka

A/N: I’m BACKKK GRESTIES! If you guys know me, you know I LOVE a good enemies to lovers (ish) moment. This is pretty cliche and cheesy, but it’s brought me out of my writers block, so just stick with me on this one haha. I hope you guys enjoy! Please note that I did not have time to perfectly proofread this, so I apologize for any mistakes in advance!

WARNINGS: Hurricanes (this could be triggering for some people). 18+ content! Minors please DNI!

Choking | Fingering | Oral (fem receiving) | Praise & degrading | Unprotected sex (wrap it up)!

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The five of you had agreed upon a little 2 week vacation, renting out a house just about 15 minutes from the beach.

You were lazily snuggled in between Jake and Danny, all of you were worn out from spending your entire day out in the sun. So far the trip had been lovely, spending time with your best friends… All except for Sam. The two of you couldn’t get along to save your lives and it was starting to make this trip frustrating. Josh, Jake and Danny constantly told you not to let him bother you, but being so close for two weeks straight, was starting to really eat away at you and Sam both.

“Guys, remember that hurricane they’ve been talking about this whole week? The one that was supposed to miss us?” Josh asked, walking into the living room with his phone in hand. You looked up at him, immediately noticing the concern written on his face that matched his voice.

“What do you mean the one that was “supposed” to miss us…?” Jake raised, a concerned hint to his own words, just like his brother’s. “Look,”

Josh walked over to the three of you, flipping his phone around to show you the forecast video. You listened to the meteorologist intently, worry clouding your mind the more he explained.

“This thing is gonna hit TOMORROW night?” You took Josh’s phone from his hands, examining the radar and forecast further

“Well, we’re fucked.” Jake huffed, leaning back into the couch with a noise of frustration. “We’re not gonna be able to pack up in a day… We’d end up driving in it. And that’s boldly assuming they don’t close the roads before we can load up and leave…”

“It’s not exactly safe to stay here either, Jake. This thing is a category 3 right now…” Danny pointed, glancing at the radar over your shoulder.

“How the hell did it even change directions so fast…”

“What’s with the little meeting?” Sam’s tone was laced with genuine curiosity as he entered the room. You did your very best at biting back some snappy comment and allowed one of the other boys to answer him.

“There’s apparently a hurricane that’s headed right for us now. We’re trying to come up with a plan… but it looks like we’re just gonna be stuck here a few extra days.” Danny explained, head leaning against the back the couch, getting lost in thought.

“I think we’d be okay here…” Sam shrugged. “We’re not directly on the beach anyway.”

“This is a big storm Sam. We’re still a little too close.” You tried to keep a cool tone, but Sam immediately became agitated by your words… As usual. “Do you have to disagree with everything I say? Or do you do it just to make me miserable?” Sam glared.

“You do your absolute best at making me miserable, Sammy. It’s only fair I take my opportunities.” You shot back, giving him a sickening smile.

“I love you both, but for the love of God, don’t start this shit right now.” Jake cut in pleadingly. “We have shit to do.”

“I’ll go to the store.” You declared, wanting a little bit of time away from the house, before you were all to become stuck there. “One of you come with?” You glanced around to Jake, Danny and Josh, praying one of them would say yes.

“Don’t wanna go shopping with me, dearest?” Sam sneered, throwing a hand over his chest.

“Hell no. I’m already gonna be stuck here with you longer than I planned.” You groaned, glaring at him.

“Just your worst nightmare, isn’t it, doll?”

“Y/N, I’ll go with you. Come on.” Danny said quickly, pulling you up off the couch with him. You gave Sam one final glare as you followed Danny out of the room.

“God, he’s insufferable.” You muttered.

“Maybe these next few days will bond you two.” Danny suggested, shrugging cooly. Instant laughter escaped your lips. “Yeah, if hell freezes over.”

You placed around various flashlights and candles throughout the house, while all the guys were outside putting away beach chairs and other outside furniture. Within the next five to six hours, you would be getting the outer bands of the storm.

“Y/N?” You heard Jake call through the house. “Yea?!” You yelled back from the top of the stairs.

“We were gonna ride to the beach for a few, now that we’ve got everything done. Just to enjoy the last little bit of sun.” He explained and you nodded. “You’re coming with us.” he added. You shook your head no, walking down the stairs to meet him where he stood at the bottom. “I don’t know if I wanna be on the beach now… the waves are probably huge already. I can’t imagine it’s safe out there anymore.”

“If they’re too big, we won’t get out of the car. I promise. Or we’ll just stay at the top of the beach.” Jake assured you, eyes softly begging you to agree on their little adventure. “Fine,” you sighed in agreement. Grabbing your shoes and following Jake out the door.

All of you watched the huge, crashing waves from the top of the beach. None of you even daring to walk closer to the water. Each wave seemingly getting bigger and bigger, coming farther up the sand. The wind was practically knocking you over. The beach was completely void of people, besides the five of you.

“Maybe we should have just tried to go home…” Jake spoke, a nervous edge to his tone that you weren’t used to hearing from him.

“We’ll be okay. Or at least I think…” Danny laughed, sounding equally as nervous.

“Can you guys stop?” You begged. “I’m horrified enough.”

“We’re gonna be just fine, Y/N. Don’t let their worry, be your worry.” Josh soothed you, rubbing a hand along your back comfortingly. Here you were, staring danger directly in the eyes and he was so calm and collected. You took a deep breath, taking in the last rays of sun and the warm wind.

“I think we should head back. I have just enough time to make us all dinner before this thing hits.” you told them, turning to walk back towards the car. All four boys complied and followed quickly behind you.

After eating and cleaning up from dinner, the five of you sat around the living room, trying to enjoy the company of one another. The impending weather had everyone on edge, none of the boys were quite as talkative and energetic as usual.

It was about midnight and the outer bands of the storm had been rolling in for a couple hours now.

“You know… I can’t think of a better group of people to be stuck in a Hurricane with.” You softly smiled towards Josh, his gentle attempt at easing the energy in the room made your heart swell.

“Honestly, you’re not wrong… but even the alcohol isn’t calming my nerves.” Jake admitted, holding up his cup of god knows what. “Yeah, no kidding..” Danny agreed.

“I just know Y/N is gonna be the first one to panic if something happens.” Sam spoke mockingly.

“Don’t you think I deserve to not have you pestering me right now?” you bit back with a cold look.

“You think i’m gonna spare you, just cause a little storm is coming?” Sam’s voice dripped with fake sympathy.

“Welp, this has been fun. I’m going to bed.” Jake interrupted, before you and Sam went any further. “Goodnight!”

“I wish you’d spare me all the time and just not fucking talk.”

“HAH!” Jake cackled from the top of the stairs.

Josh and Danny fought to hold back their own fits of laughter, sharing glances and snickering to one another quietly.

Sam scoffed. “Like you’re a real treat to listen to.”

“okay… You guys have fun, I’m gonna hit the hay, too.” waving his hand, Josh made his way up the stairs not long after Jake.

You stood from the couch, shooting Sam a look of distain. “I’m not about to get left down here with you, so goodnight.”

After hugging Danny, you made your way up towards your bedroom. You rummaged through your suitcase, looking for a specific oversized t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties, deciding to shower while you still had the chance. Who knows how long the power would last…

Once you were done showering, you crawled into bed, scrolling through tiktok until you eventually fell asleep with your phone in hand.

Your sleep didn’t last long though, being startled out of your sleep, by a loud bang just outside your window.

You shifted around in search for your phone and when you found it, you opened it up to go straight to your weather app. You were sure this had to be the worst of the storm, but you were shocked to see you still had a little bit to go until the worst settled in. The rain and wind beat loudly against the windows and sides of the beach house. At times the wind blew so hard, you could feel the room shaking.

‘How the fuck could it get worse than this’ you thought.

Pulling yourself out of bed, you walked over to the window and opened the blinds. The trees were tipped in a constant angle from the wind- they looked like they could snap at any second. A mixture of rain, leaves, sand and probably other various debris were being blown around.

You abandoned the window out of fear of something hitting it again and crawled back into bed.

You replayed in your mind what Josh had said earlier in the evening: “We’re gonna be just fine, Y/N.” in hopes that it would calm your raging nerves.

You tried your very best to lull yourself back to sleep, wanting to sleep through as much of the storm as you could, but it was no use. Your anxious thoughts were out of control.

Getting up out of bed yet again, you quietly made your way downstairs to the kitchen.

Walking through the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Sam sitting at the island. A cup of what you could only guess to be tea, settled in between his hands. He turned to you, wide eyed and startled slightly himself.

“Sorry… I didn’t think anyone would be down here..” you mumbled, making your way over to the cabinet to retrieve a mug of your own.

“What are you doing up? Scared?” Sam snickered, although it seemed a little more lighthearted than normal.

You rolled your eyes, putting the mug of water into the microwave. “Me, scared? I find that a little insulting.”

“It was fully meant to be an insult. You’re a baby.” smirking, he watched your cheeks turn pink in annoyance.

“And you’re an ass.” You snapped back. “So why are you up then, hm?” it was your turn to question him.

“Is Sammy boy a little scared, too?”

“Nope, not really. I’m always up late.” he shrugged, bringing his mug up to his lips nonchalantly.

“Right.” You turned back to the microwave, pulling out the mug of now hot water.

In the middle of opening the tea bag, yet another loud crash came from outside. You turned to Sam, who was sharing an equally wide-eyed expression. He slid out of his seat, heading in the direction the sound came from. You followed him, coming up behind him at the living room window.

“Fuck, well that’s gonna be fun moving…” He sighed, peering out of the blinds. “What? What is it?”

He moved out of the way begrudgingly, gesturing for you to look out. You didn’t have to look long, eyes falling on the large palm tree that had fallen across the end of the driveway. “Oh…”

“Yeah. “Oh..”” he huffed, trudging back towards the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes at his inability to be nice for even five minutes.

Returning back to making your cup of tea, you stayed silent. You sometimes wished that Sam would treat you as he did everyone else. The playful touches and teasing…

But you knew you would never get that from Sam.

While you continued on with your task at hand, Sam was eyeing you intently from his spot at the island. It had slipped your mind, that all you had on was a pair of purple panties and an oversized band t-shirt. Sam was praying that you wouldn’t turn around to catch him gawking. So, before you had the chance to, he downed the rest of his tea and got up.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you, but you didn’t move. Sam came up beside you, reaching around your body to sit his cup in the sink.

You paused suddenly at close proximity. “You couldn’t just go on the other side of me?”

“Didn’t feel like going that far.” Sam smirked. Oh, how that smirk did things to you that you wouldn’t be caught dead admitting.

“It’s right there, Samuel.” You pointed, annoyance mixed with heat rushing through you. Despite sitting his mug down, he was still all too close. He just shrugged again. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Watching Sam leave the kitchen, You wanted to ask him to stay, in fear of being alone… But how would that look? ‘I could always go wake one of the other boys..’ you thought to yourself, but you didn’t want to do that.

You finished your tea as quickly as you could and practically sprinted back upstairs. The warm liquid did little to calm you and when you finally settled back into your bed, you started to become anxious again.

You laid in bed, practically shaking in fear. Debating all your possible options, you decided you didn’t want to wake one of the other boys.

Sam was really your only option left.

Reluctantly, you got up once again. But this time, you went straight to Sam’s bedroom door. You lifted your hand to knock, but it’s as if your body was fighting against the action.

‘This won’t end well, he’s just gonna tell you to get out, amongst other rude things.’

You pushed the thoughts as far back as you could, forcing your hand to knock against the wooden door. It was soft, but loud enough that you knew Sam would hear.

There was shuffling heard from inside, before the door opened slowly. Before Sam could even say a word, you were already explaining yourself. “I know it’s late and you hate me, but I admit it, I’m scared and I can’t sleep. I know you’re probably gonna say no, b-“

“Y/N.” Sam interrupted sharply and you stopped mid sentence.

“Yeah…?” You spoke weakly, realization of the situation setting in.

“I’ll stay up with you. Just come in and settle down, for God’s sake.” You looked up at Sam in shock. He stepped to the side to let you in, but you were frozen in your spot. Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement, snapping his fingers in front you. “Earth to Y/N. Are you gonna come in, or stand there like a deer in headlights? If that’s the case, I’m closing the door.”

You blushed, finally stepping into his room. It was just like the rest of the rooms in the beach house, but the woodsy, sweet scent was what made it so obviously Sam’s. The only other difference, being the TV that hung on the wall.

“Thank you…” you mumbled, glancing around, taking in the cozy room. Sam walked by you, heading towards his bed and got back in. He opened up the blankets next to him, inviting you in.

You slid in beside him, somewhat awkwardly if you were being honest. Let’s be real, this was Sam. Of all the people in this house you could have sought after for comfort, this is where you ended up.

Once you were in, Sam pulled the covers up over you both. What he did next, shocked you to your core. Literally.

Sliding a little closer, he pulled you into his arms, securing you safely against him. You cursed yourself for how quickly your body relaxed into him and he seemed to

notice too, based on the cocky chuckle that shook his chest.

“All you needed was me, huh, doll?” He teased.

“Don’t ruin this for me, Sam.” you grumbled, rolling your eyes, earning a genuine laugh from Sam. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” he smiled cheekily, sarcasm laced in his tone.

“Aren’t you just a gem.” rolling your eyes, you dropped your head against his chest, trying to relax the rest of the way.

“Oh, I am a gem. Just not for you.”

“See? Here you go killing what could be a good moment.” you sighed frustratedly, only amusing Sam more.

“A good moment? Doll, you’re never gonna get a “good moment” out of me.” he chuckled lowly, eyes never leaving the TV. It was as if he couldn’t dare bless you with all of his attention.

“Given the way you’re holding me, your words are a little contradicting.” you argued, glancing up at him.

“I’m doing you a favor.” he said simply, still not looking at you.

Giving up on the conversation, you focused in on the TV and the scent of Sam’s lingering cologne from the day. As much as you hated it, the awkwardness that was lingering in the air eventually went away and you found a solid comfort in Sam’s arms.

A few minutes passed and you found yourself dozing off to sleep, when everything went black. The sounds of the TV and other natural noises from the house, stopped completely. Leaving only the raging, eerie sounds from outside, causing You to shift anxiously in Sam’s arms.

“Well, fuck…” Sam shifted as if he was going to get up, but you grabbed his arm. “Sam, where are you going??”

“To find a candle…? Do you wanna stay in the pitch black?”

“Please just stay here?” you pleaded, not realizing the death grip you had on his arm.

Letting out an exasperated breath, he settled back down beside you. It was then that he’d noticed how much you were shaking.

“I’ve got you, Y/N. Here,” Sam adjusted you both, so that you were snuggled deeper into the bed. You were facing each other now, and your eyes had adjusted to the new darkness, just enough to see his striking features. His hand found your cheek, his thumb stroking it lightly.

You blinked at him a few times, not believing that this was really Sam anymore. The Sam you knew wouldn’t do this… right? Right?!

“You know… You irritate me to no end, but this is exactly what I was hoping would happen.” Sam admitted and you could just barely see the grin on his face.

“And why’s that?” you pried, leaning into his touch a little more.

“Cause now I get to be the one to calm your anxious ass… And also do this-“ Before you could process what Sam had said, his lips brushed against yours gently.

His lips felt so welcoming and warm, you couldn’t fight your body’s urge to kiss him, once you got beyond your brief state of shock.

The kiss was slow and soft at first, almost experimental and cautious.

“I don’t think this is enough to calm me down, Sammy.” you whispered against his lips, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, his own curving up along with yours.

“Oh, say it isn’t? What can I do about that, doll? Want me to go back to making you miserable?” he jested, biting at your bottom lip teasingly.

He kissed down your cheek, picking a spot just below your jaw to bite and suck on. A barely there whimper made your skin vibrate against his lips and he chuckled darkly.

“Go on, tell me.”

“No, I want you to Keep going like this, Sammy. Please.” you begged, letting your head tip back just a little more to give him more access to your neck.

“Mmm. You want me to make you feel good? Is that it?” He pressed on, wanting to hear your shaky voice try to stutter out answers for him.

“Yes. Yes, I want you to make me feel good. S-so good.” you answer breathlessly, as he bit into another spot on your neck. You were in too deep to not see how far you would go for him, and how far he would go for you.

“And no teasing.” You tried to add on with a much firmness as you could muster.

“Aww, doll baby. That’s not how this is gonna work. I aim to please, of course, but I’ve gotta work you up a little…” his words caused a whimper to emit from your lungs. “I love when you get all frustrated.” he spoke lowly, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Why do you think I love making you mad all the time?”

“That’s so sick and twisted of you, Sam.” you huffed, tangling your fingers in his soft hair in an attempt to pull him back up to your face.

He grabbed your wrist, pinning it down to the bed, along with the other as he moved over top of you fully. Your breath hitched in your throat.

“But you love it. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”

You leaned up to connected your lips again. If kissing Sammy was something you could do without ever stopping, you would do it. His kisses were captivating, the taste of his lips was more addicting than you’d ever imagined. As much as you hate to admit it, you have thought about what his lips would be like, What they would taste like… many times.

You pulled away for air, gazing up into his eyes. You couldn’t see the details of them, but you knew they were probably dark with lust, just like yours. You stayed like that for a moment, until you were startled by what sounded like a branch hitting the window. You jumped in Sam’s hold and he squeezed your wrists. He leaned down, placing little kisses to your cheek.

“Ssshh. We’re fine…” he soothed lowly. “Let me get back to distracting…”

Sam let go of your wrists, hands traveling down to the hem of your t-shirt. “Can I take this off?” You nodded all too eagerly in response.

“Words, Y/N.” he said firmly.

“Y-yes, take it off.” you choked out, trying to keep your breathing even. While Sam was effectively pulling your attention and nerves away from the storm, you were shocked at the dominance Sam possessed… It definitely gave you something new to dwell on.

Pulling your shirt over your head, with a little help from you, exposed your fully bare chest to Sam. A soft groan left his lips at the site of you, now almost entirely naked beneath him.

“So beautiful…” his words came out barely above a whisper, hands coming up to cup both your breasts. He played with one of your nipples teasingly between his fingers, his mouth coming down to connect with the other.

A moan much too loud -given the other people in the house- ripped out of you and Sam’s hand retreated from your breast, covering your mouth instinctively.

“I need you to be quiet. We wouldn’t want my brothers’ or Danny to wake up and hear you, would we?” The thought actually made you throb and in light of wanting to push Sam’s buttons a little bit, you decided to be a little defiant. Sam pulled his hand away, looking at you expectantly for an answer.

“What if I want them to hear me?” Sam’s face fell and his hand flew to your throat.

“Don’t you dare forget who’s running this fucking show.” Sam growled. “Either quiet down, or I will turn over, go to sleep right now and leave your pretty little cunt aching and dripping. Got me?”

“Yes, sir- i mean, Sam- i-“ you stumbled over your words, flustered and dripping at Sam’s full display of dominance.

“That’s my good girl.” he smiled down at you, sickeningly sweet.

He abandoned your breasts once he was satisfied with the hickeys scattered over them, working his way down to leave more across your belly and hips. “My sweet baby doll likes when I kiss her here, huh?” he asked, sucking on the sensitive skin of your lower belly, making your squirm.

“Shit- yes, I love that…” you whimpered through labored breaths. “Sammy, please… I need more. Please.”

Sam peered up at you. “What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me.” He encouraged.

“Need your mouth, or your fingers. Anything please… I can’t take anymore teasing.” you sounded purely pathetic, but you were too focused on finally receiving some relief to care.

“Sooo desperate. Who knew you’d be such a needy little slut for me..” Sam teased, the degrading words leaving his lips were filthy and you loved it. He knew you loved.

Hooking his hands into the sides of your panties, He tugged them down, a soft moan leaving his lips at the wetness clinging to them. “-And so wet…” he breathed out.

The warmth of his mouth ghosted over your heat, still far too teasing for your liking.

“Are you really gonna make me keep begging?” you locked eyes with him, giving him a pleading look.

“I wasn’t going to, but now that you mention it…” he paused, kissing your clit softly. “Since you want it sooo bad, beg for it, Y/N.”

“Sammy, please don’t make me beg anymore!” You whined, fisting the blanket below you in frustration.

Sam grabbed ahold of both your knees, yanking your legs apart

further. You moaned at the cool air suddenly hitting your burning core.

“Do you wanna cum or not? Stop being a little brat and let me hear you beg me.” He spat, biting harshly at the inside of your thighs.

“Okay, okay! Please, just please… I need your mouth so bad. I need you to make me cum, I wanna tell you how good you make me feel, Sammy, please!” Sam hummed to himself,nmore than satisfied with your response.

His lips finally connected with your throbbing bundle of nerves, sucking on it just enough to have you writhing beneath him. He threw an arm over your hips to hold you in place, the other arm moving under him to join his mouth. He slipped a single finger into your entrance first, dragging it in and out of you slowly. The sounds of your wetness was damn near embarrassing, but you had no time to focus on that.

Adding a second finger, Sam caused another loud moan to bubble out of you. You expected him to scold you, but he let it go, repeating the same action that drew out the moan.

“Fuck, Sammy. Fuck-“ you cried, hands reaching down to tangle themselves in his hair. You could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach.

“Are you close? Talk to me, pretty girl.” Sam pulled away from your throbbing bud of nerves, replacing his mouth with his thumb, rubbing quick circles.

All that came out of you was another cry of pleasure, unable to form a coherent sentence. A pleased smirk tugged at Sam’s swollen lips.

“Give it up, pretty baby. I know you can do it.” he coaxed, voice almost mocking. “I know it feels so good, huh?”

Sam pulled himself up slightly, giving himself a little more leverage to better pin your squirming hips down. You turned your head into the pillow, muffling your loud moans when you felt your orgasm start to break over you.

“There it is… So pretty when you cum all over my fingers for me.”

Sam slowed the movements of his hand and let up on the hold he had of your hips, as you came down from you high.

“Oh… oh my god…” you panted out, trying to regain your composure. Sam laughed lightly at how fucked out your already were.

Bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth, he slid them in slowly and you watched him intensely as he sucked them clean.

You reached a hand out for him and he moved back over top of you.

“What is it, doll?”

“Take these off, wanna taste you too.” you told him lazily, gesturing at his sweatpants and beginning to prop yourself up.

But Sam pushed you back down by your shoulder. “Absolutely not. I’m so hard it hurts and I will cum in your mouth instantly. I need to get inside you. Next time, pretty girl.”

Your mouth gaped at Sam’s admission and you could only nod, completely wordless. Next time??

Sam wasted no time ridding himself of his sweatpants and boxers, crawling back over top of you.

“Are you ready?” he asked gently, hand coming up to cradle your face. His whole demeanor had changed and you honestly liked this side just as much.

“I’m ready.” you answered confidently, but you quickly realized why Sam had become a little softer with you. The burning sensation of him stretching you out, was enough to drawl a quiet sob from your lungs.

“Oh, shit- i-“ you stuttered through whimpers, burying your head into the crook of Sam’s neck.

“Almost there, baby… You’re doing so well. Are you okay?” his hand traveled back to hold the back of your head, while he waited for you to give him the okay. “I’m okay, baby… keep going. I can take it.” you assured him, taking a few deep breaths.

Sam pushed in the rest of the way carefully, groaning at how tight you were around him. “Shit, Y/N-“

Once he was in to the hilt, he didn’t move for a moment, trying to regain his grounding.

“You can move, Sam..” you told him, and he shook his head.

“I know. I’m trying not to cum…” he whined, trying his best not to fall apart inside of you so soon.

After a few more seconds, he gave a slow experimental thrust and you both moaned in unison. Slowly, Sam set a steady pace, gradually working his way up to something more intense.

“you’re so good, baby. So, so good.” you praised him, nails digging into the soft skin of his back. You couldn’t help but notice the blush that tinted his cheeks at your praise.

You’d definitely have to store that moment away.

He picked up his pace, snapping his hips into you harder and faster. You quickly became a moaning, whining mess under him yet again.

“You look so pretty underneath me like this. All fucked out.” he panted. unrelenting in his motions.

“Who knew you’d be such a whiny little thing..” he mocked, fingers coming down to rub tight circles into your clit again.

“S-sam, I don’t know if I can cum again,” you choked out, eyes squeezing shut in intense pleasure.

“Yea, I think you can.” he grunted, easing up on the pressure of his fingers against you clit, opting for a softer, more languid touch. The combination of the harsh thrusts he was giving you and the light touch over your clit, seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, fuck- that’s it, Sam. Please keep going- please, please, please!” you sputtered out quickly, back arching off the bed.

“There we go, see I told you.” he smirked. “you’ve got one more in you Let me have it, sweet girl. Cum with me.” he commanded.

With a few more deep thrusts of his hips, the fire burning in your stomach exploded as your second orgasm took over your body. This one was more intense than the first, your vision blurring and the sound of Sam’s praises sounding like faint background noise.

Sam reached his own high just seconds after you, a shaking, moaning mess above you. Rambling constant praises to you.

When he finally came down, he pulled out of you carefully and collapsed beside you.

“Jesus christ…” he mumbled to himself breathlessly.

You both laid there for a few seconds, trying to recover and take in what just happened.

“Do you think we woke anyone up?” You asked, turning your head towards him.

“We?” he scoffed playfully. “I didn’t, but you might have.”

You blushed crimson, pulling the comforter over your face.

After another minute or two, you got up, searching around for your t-shirt.

“Where are you going?” the same words you’d said to Sam just a little bit ago, were echoed back to you. You giggled. “Getting my shirt so we can clean up.”

Once you located it, you picked it up and cleaned yourself off, handing it off to him after.

“Think you can go to sleep now?” Sam jested, eyes scanning over your naked body like he could honestly devour you all over again.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna head back to my room now.” you faked a serious tone as best you could, reaching out for your t-shirt still in his hands.

His face contorted in disbelief and you couldn’t stop the smile that took over you face.

Using the shirt to his advantage, he tugged it as hard as he could, pulling you back down onto the bed beside him. “You’re evil for that.”

“Aw, does Sammy boy not wanna sleep alone during the storm either?” you quipped, reaching to poke his side and he squirmed away, snatching your wrist swiftly.

“Don’t even start. You’re the one who came to my door doe eyed and begging.” he smirked, pulling you into him. You opened your mouth to object, but he stopped you.

“It’s okay, though.” he kissed your forehead softly. “I told you; this is exactly what I wanted to happen.”

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variousincorrectxreader · 2 years ago

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Could you right the DDLC girls with a normally shy S/O's who get's possessive when someone flirts with them?

OMG FIRST DDLC REQUEST YESSSSS

~ Yuri ~

Chaos, absolute chaos

You two are both so shy in public, holding hands, kissing in any way shape or form is guaranteed to have one of you two (or both) flustered beyond repair.

But the two of you are also SO possessive, and together that makes a dangerous combo

She finds you just too cute, so soft and shy and god she loves you.

So thats why she’s so uncomfortable when this random guy starts hitting on her

She doesn’t know what to say, so she just blushes (out of embarrassment due to attention being drawn to her)

Which this creep takes as a sign that he should keep going.

He reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and she flinches away

Thats when you come in. Soft adorable little you <3

Running at this guy to kick him in the shin.

When he doubles over in pain, he gets the perfect view of you pulling your beautiful girlfriend down into a kiss.

After the two of you break apart, you look down smugly before dragging her off.

It doesnt take long before you begin to revert back to your shy self, and you start going off with apologies

Oh what, she doesnt mind/ And now you’re up against the wall, what a turn.

She feels more comfortable being a teensy bit more possessive now that she knows you are as well, maybe not to the same degree however.

it doesn’t take long for people to realise,

‘hmmm, maybe i shouldn’t flirt with either of these people.’

honestly, the two of you were made for each other, and you both bring each other out of your shells.

~Monika~

Chances are she already knows you’re possessive, she's just like that.

(Maybe she's physic, or just has good intuition)

But she doesn’t mention it so long as you don’t.

she loves how shy you are, and she sometimes teases you about it, but she stops if you get annoyed or uncomfortable

she squishes your face with her hands and watches you blush

Anyways, Monika is used to being flirted with

And you’re used to it to, lets be honest.

canonically she’s like, the most popular pretty girl in school (and she has good grades)

so its no surprise that people (foolishly) come up to flirt with her, but you usually aren’t around for that to happen.

She wasn’t surprised when someone came up to flirt with her, just annoyed.

Shes stated that shes TAKEN and is so close to poofing them out of existence when

She sees you storming up to this random dude and straight up kick his nuts. No more children I guess

Shes sort of shocked but she swoons, kinda teases you to see if shy you is still in there.

Is further shocked when you just grab her hand and drag her to a secluded place to makeout.

After you finish shy you comes back and she finds it so cute.

Im not saying she sometimes tries to make you jealous bc thats kinda toxic but...

Yeah she does.

She teases you about it but she loves it a lot so she doesn’t stop you from going sicko mode on those asshats.

~Natsuki~

Oh boy.

Natsuki is something, before you two got together she probably made you cry a lot.

She feels bad about it now and tries to make up for it by giving you cupcakes (it works)

Not a lot of people would really approach her because shes got a bit of a mouth and attitude.

But there are a few people now and then (mainly lolicons, im sorry but its the truth.)

Either that or people with a degrading kink anyways.

So she's genuinely a bit surprised that someone comes up and starts flirting with her, so much so she doesn't have a sharp retort to dish out.

So he moves in closer and she's still frozen

And then you come barrelling in and no joke tackle this fool.

She swoons, but refuses to acknowledge the fact that she finds you so hot right now.

Naturally when you drag her away, she gets snappy again but she's secretly very flustered.

When you go back to being shy she teases you a bit, but gets you to spoon her later that night.

Sayori 💕

Naww, you two are so cute.

People have voted you cutest couple every year., and honestly I see why.

She loves tackling you in a big ol bear hug and pepper your face with kisses, seeing you blush is a bonus.

I genuinely think that sayori would have quite a few admirers, she's just so peppy and cute (on the outside at least.)

So she sometimes gets letters and gifts but she only keeps them if it's food 💀🙏

She'll share them with you don't worry.

You usually just let the admiers be because they're not confessing in person so who cares.

But one time this random approaches the two of you before you leave the school gates and bows, confessing their love.

Before she can do anything about it, she feels a dark aura behind her as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"she's fucking taken loser. Piss off. N o w"

It sends shivers down her spine but like, in a good way.

While your walking home she notices the aura receding and you apologise sheepishly.

She just coos about how you cute you are, welp.

#yuri #monika #natsuki #sayori #yuri x reader #monika x reader #sayori x reader #natsuki x reader #x reader #gn reader #female reader #x male reader #ddlc x reader #ddlc

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kookiessugababy · 3 years ago

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Another Reason To Hate You (Kim Namjoon) // 18+ nsfw!!

Warnings 🚨- aggressive sex// no protection//edging//teasing//slut shaming kink

-> scenario: you have never gotten along with Namjoon, despite your close relationship with his band. With the boys apartment under refurbishment, you find them staying at your own place- where things become steamy between you and your foe in the shower room.

Hope you enjoy <3

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The previous night was sleepless, the muggy and warm nights creeping upon your Seoul apartment. Despite the discomfort it caused, you had spent the restless night watching movies with the boys; who you could currently now hear blasting music in the next room. They were stammering along loudly to Min Yoongis rap lyrics, Hoseoks voice yelling above them in blatant confidence - the others mixing up all the words in a cacophony of mutters. The seven were crashing at your apartment for a unchartered days with theirs under refurbishment and under the decision of not seeing you for a while, they invited themselves to reside. Nothing in you had a problem with this- you thoroughly loved their lively company and after all they were your closest friends. However, it did mean spending more time with Namjoon than you could handle- the one member who you had a questionable relationship with. Something about him had always frustrated you, the pair of you never flourished in the way you had with the rest. It was different at first; both of you trying to make the effort to amend your obvious differences after Jin introduced you to the band- but now it was left to settle in disinterest. Avoidance was key for both parties; snappy unpleasantness arising every time you engaged…so to the point he was barely an acquaintance to you. With no full understanding why you loathed him with the power you did, you always found yourself paradoxically attracted to him. There was something about acknowledging a mutual abhorrence for someone that makes them more desirable- more hungry for their attention. Alongside this tearing self conflict, you had a constant profusion of work to complete for your boss, alacritous deadlines prolonging your daily shifts. Almost making the company unbearable, relentless hours meant the boys made you stay up most of the evening to reconcile with them- and with the summer months glowing, sleep was rare anyway.

Wrapping yourself in a cream towel, your damp hair fell to your shoulders as you scanned yourself in the face of the mirror. Water droplets cascaded lines on your cheeks, eyelashes catching those stray from your forehead. Your skin looked soft and touchable in the white glow of the light- accenting your expression. With the silence shattering, the door creaked under the sound of knocks from the other side- shuffling echoing from under the small gap of the hinges. “Jin? Is that you?” You assumed- the only member who had a tendency to bother you at such inconvenient time- but you were met with silence as the seconds passed. Before you could question the sound again, the door flung open; presenting a rather flustered tall figure with muscular arms and broad shoulders. His hair was pushed back and neat, a small t shirt revealing his collar bones and comfortable lounging shorts fitting his toned thighs perfectly. Despite a familiar sense of hatred wash over you, you found yourself startled at the sudden entrance of Namjoon- your slightly exposed body causing your nerves to fire.

He stared at you in the heat of the room, the steam rising between the two of you as it entangled with the strange tension. ”Namjoon… what are you doing” you asked nonchalantly. Remaining silent you huffed, slamming your hairbrush onto the bench. “Get out” you snapped- but his reply concluded unhelpful as he suddenly pushed you to the shower wall, pinning your arms roughly to the wet tiles as the towel fell from your grip. “Don’t talk to me like that. I’m sick of your bratty attitude.” Under his stare, you stood naked and exposed to him- your nipples hardening as he searched your curves in such an unexpected manner. You felt the need for obedience under his power- all sense of anger towards him washed with this new sense of frustration that mirrored lust you were sure you had felt for him before. “I hate you, y/n. You make me so fucking mad” he growled, his mouth close to yours. He tugs your lips with his teeth, nipping your bottom lip to cause a slight pain. Wincing at the sensation, you felt his hands grow tighter around your wrist- pushing his hips towards you to prove his hardened state. “Then get out if you hate me that much mm?” You teased- his anger obvious in his eyes. Intertwined with this, however, you sensed a blanket of lust wash over him- his intentions almost becoming obvious to you. “How do you not expect me to ruin you when I know your pretty ass is naked in the room next door? Mmm?” humming he pecks the sides of your neck, leading you to arch your back under the tingling marks he leaves behind. Snaking his arms down yours, which remain raised against the wall, his large palms make their way down to your breasts, fondling with them in a way nobody had before. He made you feel innocent with his dirty smirks, the frustration he felt towards you obviously preparing to be channelled in a way that would leave you breathless. You moaned slightly as he pinched your nipples, twisting them slightly in his fingers as he continued to kiss along your collarbones- teasing his tongue along them as he glanced up at you. You felt your heat grow wet as you gritted your teeth, avoiding contentment of knowing he was pleasuring you- but your desperation only grew with your confinement.

Evidently picking up on your behaviour, his fingers now snakes to your clit- slapping it harshly as you bucked your hips in return. “What a little slut mmm? Getting wet for someone you can’t even bare a conversation with. You must be desperate”. Degrading you only soaked your core as his fingers ran circles around your clit- chasing the feeling of your pussy as he pushed sped up to a painful pace. Stifled groans spilled from you; still in an attempt to silence yourself. Seeing your struggling state gave him permission to dig his fingers deep inside of your hole with a sudden movement- your body jolting under his forceful fingering. Only two fingers made it into your tight hole, moving rapidly between your thighs as your breath hitched. His stare was familiar, the way he looked at you in near disgust was showing- making you feel exposed and submissive to his annoyance with you. “You deserve to have that little pussy of yours throbbing y/n. How dare you get me hard like this.” His breathe easy just as unsteady as your own as he paced his fingers in and out, your juices dripping down his digits with every pulse. You couldn’t mutter a reply as you found yourself riding his hand in desperation- feeling so small under his touch and power.

Closing your eyes you felt his fingers leave you- the warm steam hitting your hole as he edged you from your high. Whining quietly, just in earshot of him he uttered a small laugh of success as he undid his pants. “Turn around, y/n. I’ll teach you how to be good for me” he sounded strain as he spoke, his dick now spilling with precum- yup swollen and sensitive. Spinning around on your heels you faced the tiles- your chest pressing against them as he lined himself up with your pussy. Rubbing his warm cock on your heat, he separated your lips with his tip- running himself up and down where you needed him most. “Namjoon i- need you” you finally cried, pushing back your hips as he adjusted his grip to your waist- thrusting into you with one sudden movement. The pace was unimaginable- your breasts clapping against the wall as his balls hit you again and again- the harshness of each movement sending you into a moaning mess. You could barely think straight as you could only focus on the throbbing of his cock inside of your tight hole- hitting spots you didn’t know existed with his length. He filled you up so well as he pounded you, his head tilted back as your ass slapped against him. Your heat was soaked with the feelings of frustration being taken out upon your bent body- your stomach turning at the simple thought of the man behind you. As your walls clenched yet again, you let out a cry while your stomach flipped to its side. Unable to hold yourself for longer, tears streamed from your eyes as your mouth fell open at the repetition of his tip hitting your g spot.

“C-cum!” You cried- desperate for a release of some sort. Despite you feeling Namjoons dick twitch inside of you, his warmth already spilling- he parted the friction from your walls as he pulled himself out. The absence was unbearable as he came all over your back- holding his cock with one hand as your ass now dripped with his stain. Cursing to himself he inspected your arched back- your ass sticking out and coated in his mess and you whined and cried pathetically as he edged you yet again. Gently, his hands ran to your ass, cupping the cheeks as he leaned over you- kissing your cheek softly. “You poor thing. Stop pretending you hate me and I’ll let you cum next time.” His voice almost sounded sinister, chuckling in your ear as he placed a few more welcomed kisses on your cheeks. “God Namjoon you gave me another reason to hate you”

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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sunatooru · 4 years ago

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Lemme stop drooling rq 🤤 Kuguri, Futakichi, Suga, and Akaashi with a shy and thicc gf that has an amazing wap. It’s so good, they both get the gasping, eyes rolled back, and tongue out treatment from the pleasure. Her pussy is just an unexpected drug cuz they’re addicted and if they ever have a withdrawal, they get snappy and desperate. So when she has them come over to relax from all the volleyball training, these usual calm guys just fuck her like animals

YES this is IT!! Thanksss xx

Warnings: minors do not interact, smut 18+, aged 18/timeskip , mentions 'puppy' and 'bunny' once, breeding kink an some degrading

Kuguri

* when you started dating he didn't mind your shyness

* Liked not having to go out of his way and that you didn't ask for too much

* He found your shyness cute and comfortable

* Loved how you looked too, head imagining how you'll look wriggling underneath him

* But when he finally sank into you, his usual unbothered expression turned into surprise

* You were so wet, so warm, walls hugging his cock like it belonged inside you

* He could tell you didn't know how much he wanted to snap against you as mewl and whine at the stretch

* He missed how you looked beneath him

* He hasn't been able to get a taste of you for days because of practice

* His hands twitching to hold onto your hips when he thinks of you

* So when you call him over to relax and cuddle he wastes no time slipping off your clothes

* Your flushed face looking at him timidly as he runs his tip over your wet slit

* "Fuck, I think about this pussy so much. Gonna have you wrap nicely around me, yeah baby?" You moan as he pushes inside, a soft 'yes' you reply with

* "My little cumslut..fuck"

* The minute he bottoms out he can't help but hold your hips down and thrust merciless, groaning and flipping his head back

* Your wails unheard as he soaks in the way he slides in and out of you effortlessly

* Your clenching has his nails digging deep into your flesh

* It's just too good

* Too good that he pulls out and decorated your slit with his cum

Futakuchi

* The recent matches have been hard

* He's still frustration with how the last game went

* He found it hard to keep his attitude down, cursing others and insulting them all because his cock wasn't inside you today

* And now it's been 3 days since and he doesn't like the empty feeling

* When he sees you he instantly wraps his hand around your neck

* Smashes his lips against yours as he rubs his bugle against you

* Just against you, nowhere special, he likes just rubbing against you

* Groans as he watches you flop down on the bed

* Body jiggling as your eyes look up at him timidly

* "You know I need to fuck you everyday, so why did I have to use my hands yesterday?"

* Doesn't even want a reply

* "Such a slut, spreading your legs for me."

* Pushes and pulls away anything barring him from your cunt

* Smiles as he teases his tip with your wetness

* Slams forward and chuckles when you yell

* Drags you over his cock and he rolls his eyes back, gripping you tighter when you mumble at how it's too deep

* "Yeah..this is what happens when you don't give me a taste everyday, puppy."

Sugawara

* He needs you so bad and in every way

* After the intensity of the last game, he just wants to get his cock warmed by you

* What's worse is that he hasn't touched you for days and it shows

* He craves your pussy, how tight and wet you feel, he was being more mouthy and loud than ever

* And then you kindly offered for him to come over, very innocent in your approach

* You're both not sure what comes over him but he slams you onto your bed

* Pulls your clothes away and teases himself over your underwear

* "Did you miss my cock like I missed your cunt? Was my whore needy too?"

* Pushes it to the side and slips into your cunt, hitches your legs up so you thighs wrap around him

* His pace is hurried, balls slapping against you as he moans at the way you clamp around him

* Switches positions and has you ride him

* Hands full of your flesh as he grabs you hips

* Rolls his eyes back, biting his lip as you bounce on him

* "Fuck..bunny you're doing so well." Throws his head against the headboard as you wetness starts to leak down his cock

* Grunts as he helps you lift your hips and smashes you down against him

* Uses one hand to pulls your face to his as he shoots his cum into you

* Watches you shyly lift off his cock and locks his sight on the way his cum drips down you

* Flips you around and fucks you again

Akaashi

* One of the least to break out of frustration

* Yet here he is, hands twitching to touch you, feeling himself starting to grow, head imagining the way your tongue sticks out when he bottoms out against you

* He wouldn't tell you or anyone about how he's addicted to the feeling of your pussy sucking him inside

* The first time with you catching him so off guard, his was groan louder than expected

* And nationals hasn't help him from thinking about you

* The frustrations from the games, the lack of sex with you - it was building up

* He's thankful when you invite him over, respectful as he enters until your bedroom door shuts

* "Get on the bed now."

* Gets between your thighs and grinds his semi-solid cock against you

* "Akaas-"

* "Missed being inside this cunt. You're going to let me fill you, right doll?"

* He's so hasty

* Ripping your clothes off and slamming inside your wet, silky cunt

* You can't understand what's overcome your boyfriend as he squeezes your tits, swallowing your tongue in his mouth and harshly thrusts into you

* He watches the way your body jiggles, motivation to fuck you faster as he soaks the sight of you

* "My good girl" grunts when he feels you clench him harder, looks down to see you cream around his base and goes feral

* Bites and sucks your neck, angles himself deeper until you both have your eyes shut and panting

* And when you shyly run your hand down his chest, he breaks

* Sharp thrust upwards and he fills you up with his load, after shocks making his body involuntarily thrust a little

* Stays inside your sweet pussy to give you a long hard kiss

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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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title: gas lit || sub!Osamu x bully!fem!Reader

a/n: My contribution to my 4k for Femdom event! Pls enjoy everyone’s favorite onigiri man getting his shit railed <3

word count: 2.4k

tags: femdom, bully!reader, mean!reader, gaslighting, toxic relationship, hair pulling, oral (female receiving) degradation, ma’am kink, orgasm denial, pegging, being fucking mean to everyone’s “daddy” ‘Samu, age difference (Osamu is 19-20 ish and reader would be late 20s early 30s) for those of you who read my Brain Rot series, yeah this is just as bad minus the body mutilation, this is flat out nasty and I love it, semi unedited, dub con ish (Osamu does what you say with the intention of getting off but he doesn’t get to climax)

character(s): Osamu Miya (hq)

synopsis: Osamu Miya sucks at school but loves cooking. All he wants to do is cook and eat in peace. So when a lovely lady from his business class wants to invest in him, Osamu suddenly sees the world through rose tinted glasses as he thinks all his problems are solved. Even when he’s forced to change his looks, be at your beck and call, and downright worship the ground you walk on, Osamu can’t thank you enough for giving him his dream.

Osamu forgot everything he was supposed to be learning in his economics class because he spent all of it looking at you.

Maybe had he been paying attention he’d realized sooner business partners and intimate partners never intermixed with a happy ending.

Cute as it was the little puppy dog crush of the fresh out of high school Miya twin didn’t interest you much. Flirting here and there. Making Osamu pack your things around for you when he wouldn’t leave you alone. Letting him claim that seat next to you daily in class. Harmless fun as you were just touching up on any new law changes before you’d probably go on your merry way and forget about the nineteen year old cutie clearly lusting after you.

That was until Osamu brought you a lunch.

This was a game changer. Food you wanted to eat daily. Done with a loving touch. Severed by a cute faced young man. You had but one thought. This was marketable.

And when you ate that first onigiri with a smile. Telling Osamu how delicious his food was and you were surprised he was having such a hard time starting a business. It was in those fleeting moments after your last bite that Osamu suddenly wanted nothing more than to hear those same words. Feel that same way. Praise. Validation. He wanted that as badly as he wanted his restaurant.

He got the restaurant. Or more or less a glorified shop. Didn’t matter though because he poured his heart into perfecting it. Just as much as he poured his heart into clinging to your words each and every day since that first bite.

Soon the praise came slower. Further between the snappy and harsh tones of everyday interactions. Cold shoulders that lasted for days. Leaving Osamu to struggle with what he’d done wrong. He cooked exactly how you told him to. Smiled at costumers exactly as you told him to. Only used the company phone that you graciously took from him nightly. Swearing it wasn’t good for him to stress about it so you’d take it off his hands. Osamu checked all the boxes and dotted all his I’s. But each time he thought he was ahead, you would reveal more he failed to see.

And that’s exactly what he thought he was doing. Failing.

“The processed hair thing is disgusting and ugly.” You’d mentioned at the counter once after closing.

Osamu had looked over the glass divider at you confused, “My hair?”

“I have an appointment scheduled for you tomorrow.” You’d finished up eating his personalized snack a bit ago. Wiping your mouth on the napkin he’d written a note on but not once had you read it. Opting to fold it in half to ignore it and wipe your mouth clean before throwing it away, “They know how I want it cut. All you have to do is show up. Think you can do that baby?”

He didn’t want to cut his hair. Osamu in fact had just colored his hair with his twin the previous week. A thought crossed his mind to tell you no. But when he looked up at you tapping your finger on the counter with an impatient look, well, he had to believe maybe his hair did look bad. Maybe he hadn’t done a good job. Maybe he’d spent all week looking like a fool and you were doing the right thing by helping him out, “...Of course. I’ll be there.”

“Good,” You icy impatience flipped like a coin to a charming smile as you leaned over the counter and beckoned him to give you a kiss on the cheek, “And stop by the apartment first before coming back here. I wanna see how cute my boy is.”

Osamu pecked you cheek. Directly at the corner of the left side of your mouth like you’d told him to always do. And he nodded, “Of course ma’am. I’ll come home first.”

It was the brightest smile to your face Osamu had seen in months.

“See, now that wasn’t so bad?” Your hands moved across his broad shoulders as he stood in nothing more than a towel before the foggy vanity mirror. You admiring his cropped cut and natural hair color like it was a thing of beauty, “You look so handsome....all the pretty girls are gonna come to Onigiri Miya after classes to look at the handsome boy working the counter...”

Osamu gulped when your touch trailed down his chest. Arms coming around his sides as you traced small teasing circles over his nipples and grinned at him in the mirror. The clear tent in the towel around his waist leaving nothing to be imagined.

“But when they come giggling and whispering about you....” The same faint touch drifted down to grip his covered cock. Osamu dug his teeth into his bottom lip but was good and didn’t break eye contact with you. Your lips pressing against his neck as you took in a nice deep breath of the body wash you made him start using weeks ago, “Mmm...who are you gonna be thinking about behind that counter ‘Samu?”

God did he hate that. Hearing his brother’s nickname from your lips. With your hand on his cock. It was disgusting. Humiliating. Degrading. And yet, here he was wishing you’d stroke him or something to make up for how badly his cock ached.

“Yer...” Osamu choked on his words when you squeezed his cock, “Yer the only one ma’am. Only think of you-”

“Good boy...” You kiss the side of his neck slowly.

Achingly slow.

Osamu’s moan bubbling up in his throat but he knew better than to make too much of a noise. He had no idea what you had planned but desperately he wanted to cum already.

Taking a long drawn out breath you release his cock even against Osamu’s low protest of a moan. Smiling against his neck and looking at him over his shoulder, “ ‘Samu-” He flinched at the name, “I think you know what to do.”

“Y-Yes ma’am.” If he needed to be told twice Osamu knew the outcome wouldn’t be in his favor. And the way his cock ached already meant he simply just wanted to cum at any cost.

Down on his knees before you, there isn’t a second you let Osamu keep the towel around him. Yanking it off him so he has to kneel naked and exposed before you. Just as you expected his cute cock is hard as can be pointing right up against his belly. Precum oozing out past his slit but he knew to ignore it all together for now.

Osamu began kissing along your hips. Tracing small circles over your sides. Lips coming closer and closer to the heat between your legs. When his tongue slipped between your thighs. Lightly grazing your cunt lips at the same time his eyes fluttered shut.

“ ‘Samu,” You cooed down at him, taking a fistful of his now dark short hair, “I wanna see your eyes ‘Samu.”

“M-Ma’am-” Osamu mumbled into your core. Skin crawling hearing his name yet her persisted. Casting his eyes up in your direction as his tongue went to work. Washing over your clit and pressing into you so he could taste every inch of your cunt.

“Mmm that’s a good boy.” The grip on his hair loosened, signaling a good job.

Osamu the meager approval with gusto. It wasn’t a smile or an I love you, but he liked hearing it none the less. Eating you out with his mouth unhinged. Juices and spit smearing over his cheeks and chin as you grinded yourself into his face. Osamu’s tongue cramping and jaw aching but he didn’t stop until finally you sighed and pulled him away.

“I don’t think I want this.” You huff, “ ‘Samu-”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get on the bed for me.”

He gave you a crossed look from between your legs. Sometimes the dumber he looked, you felt almost a twinge of love for the man. It was fleeting though.

“Get on the bed do I need to repeat myself.”

That in itself was enough to set a fire under him. Osamu didn’t need or want you to repeat yourself. He did as you asked without a second thought of grabbing his towel or anything to cover with. If you had wanted him covered then you would have said something.

He didn’t wait long. And when he saw you walk out with your fingers dancing around the tip of the onyx jelly dildo and a smile on your lips. Osamu felt his stomach drop and cock twitch all at the same time.

“Wait I’m not in trouble am I- I didn’t mean to-”

“ ‘Samu~” you purred sweetly as you knelt onto the bed. Slowly coming between the man’s long legs. Osamu had a bit of a deer in the headlights look. But when you wedged yourself between his legs and let the tip of the cock rest against his balls he wouldn’t even inch away from you. Instead those normally lackadasical eyes now full and wide as he watched the and felt the cool silicone rub against his cock, “I never said you were in trouble. Maybe you just need a good fucking if your so on edge.”

“I’m not on edge. I-” He started with a retort. Shut down quickly with your fingertip against his lips.

You were right. He was on edge. You were always right.

Silence fell on the both of you. Osamu’s stomach sinking in with short breaths. Knowing he could feel his heart in his chest. He wondered if you could hear the thudding.

Either blissfully ignorant or disregarding him, you proceeded to line your strap up with his cock and slather the two in slimy cold lube. You never warmed it up. At first he hated it. Now though, Osamu swore he could feel his entrance twitch with anticipation and you weren’t even down there yet.

“Oh ‘Samu, your so hard. I really gotta take care of everything don’t I?” Your hand slowly working up and down both cocks as you jerked him off right along side your strap, “Take care of you. Take care of the restaurant. You’d be useless without me.”

It was true. And as you let go of his cock to position the tip of the toy at his entrance, Osamu took in a deep shaky breath, “....so useless, please, ma’am.”

“Mmm it’s ok.” You humored him with that smile that only made its debut at the worst times. This time as you snapped your hips into his. No prep. Every inch of the lube covered toy spreading and filling Osamu’s guts up until he felt the pressure in his tummy as you leaned your weight into him. Sweet smile still on your lips as you looked down at him already ready to pass out under you, “I’ll take care of you ‘Samu. I’ll make sure you’re never useless.”

Sheets gripped in the tightest fists under him. Osamu nodded with his eyes fluttering shut. It hurt but in the best way possible. He couldn’t tell if it was the bump of the cock against his prostate or the fact his cock felt like it was melting from remaining untouched. It didn’t matter he was convinced he was loosing his mind the second you reared back to bottom out in him again.

“Mmm good boys look when they’re getting a treat.” You remind him, gripping his thighs and pushing them towards his chest as far as they’d go. Watching him slip off your strap. Only for a second though as you close the distance between the two of you. Snapping your hips into him rough and seeing the beautiful bulge of the toy come to life in his belly, “Look at me ‘Samu. I’ll leave if you don’t look at me.”

Drowning in the overwhelming sensation. Cock doing nothing but twitching in the air with each rough thrust. His insides twitching around you in the most embarrassed attempt to milk a silly toy of all things. The last thing he could think clearly to do was look at you. That was until you lean far enough in he was certain the toy would spilt him in half and grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“I said look at me.”

Eyes fluttering open Osamu’s lips parted. Tongue darting over his bottom lip as he held back a moan. Seeing nothing but you in his field of vision but sensing every part of him aching for you. Out of any words all Osamu could do was nod that he understood you.

Good enough for you it seemed. His hair was released but his body wasn’t. Pinned under you. He went to grab your shoulders or something to hold onto. Quickly denied as your fingers cinched around his wrists. Holding them to his side with a click of your tongue.

“Keep it up ‘Samu and you’ll never cum again.” Your fingertips dug into his thighs. Causing him to choke on the moan in his throat as you fucked him without missing a beat.

The sight under you. Beautiful man no longer behind the counter. All those ditsy freaks crawling for his attention each and every day of the week. You didn’t even want his attention. You didn’t even want his food or his money at this point. But the way Osamu looked up at you half lidded in a state of pleasure drunk bliss. The tiniest bit of drool passing his parted lips as you knew, deep down, this idiot wanted to say I love you admits the sound of your hips slapping against his.

“You stupid little rice man,” You sing sweetly to him as you stall your hips just as you watch his fists tighten and his cock twitch. Effectively ruining any orgasm he might have achieved if you just thrusted once more into him. Instead you leaned into him just enough so your lips could brush his. The smell of the body wash you made him use filling your senses. Just like that day he gave you lunch, the same smile crossed your lips even as Osamu groaned under you, “You’ll never be anything without me. Useless, so I’ll stick around...Just so you can play cook in my kitchen like a good boy.”

#three.4k #toxic behavior #gaslighting #threethirst #sub hq #hq!!#hq smut #haikyuu!!#sub haikyuu #haukyuu smut #osamu miya #miya osamu #osamu x reader #osamu smut #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya smut

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actualbird · 3 years ago

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wahhhh zak i just read ur poly hc / artem dickdown post and im screaming hollering crying about it. he. he is so. //chefskiss. but im also just lmaoing abt vyn and marius (the Most Contentious) being down to clown before everybody else bc its like. yeah obviously theyre close enough to be in a relationship w 3 other people so theyre In Like Or Whatever but the idea of these 2 specifically talking about feelings is. almost incomprehensible to me theres almost no way they can lay off each other without a 3rd party to mediate they must have like. a couple weeks of really good but incredibly repressed and funny but like RUDE sex before mc gets in there at which point theyre both like. //clears throat mlady would you like to sit on my face- NO NO, i INSIST that you sit on MY (neither of them has seen pussy in 84 years)

-🦝

irt nxx polycule monumental sexual frustration boogaloo, n/s//f///w text below

huwwo, raccoon!! im glad u enjoyed that post and yes, artem is very much. He is So.

kbjJKBSJBGKDGKSJ U R RIGHT THO LMAO.

i picked marius and vyn to whore it up immediately because like, their personalities fit for that, theyve been whoring it up since the beginning in gosh dang canon. so the moment the polycule is established, those two r fucking as soon as possible.

buuuut marius/vyn is probably the nxx pair ive thought about and written the LEAST. like, i understand these dudes when theyre platonic, but when theyre romantic it....gets a bit hazy in my mind. like yep yep, exactly, SO FUCKING CONTENTIOUS, THE TWO OF THEM. thanks to both of their whole "the world is cruel and i must protect myself from pain" shtick, theyre always either on the offensive or defensive. which makes for the hilarious bitchfights we see in canon but also a pretty sizeable hurdle to jump over, irt to a deeper relationship.

i guess them being romantic (and thus talking about feelings) would just have to follow along the vein of how ive written marius and vyn platonically. first, the bedrock of respect. then getting to know the other's flaws/dreams/hidden feelings. and also they find each other hot. and want to bang about it.

i love ur hc so much tho and IT MAKES SENSE. like even after the nxx polycule is established, marius and vyn, even tho they love each other dearly, still have the tendency to revert to the bitchery of days gone past. it's fun! it's nostalgic!

.......and sometimes it's sexy!!

THEY GET SO RUDE AT EACH UR RIGHT. it's not even like, a degradation kink (tho i do think both marius and vyn DO have that, but it's not whats happening here). theyre both just snappy assholes (affectionate) towards the other and it makes both of them happy to see the other person happy, even if it's at their own fucking expense kJBJSKG

mc, walking into this disaster: YOU TWO FUCK LIKE THIS??

KJBKJSDKGSDKGKDS NEITHER OF THEM HAVE SEEN PUSSY IN 84 YEARS!!! SCREAM!!!! mc can deffo use that to her advantage, methinks.

mc: boys, behave and stop being mean to each other for five minutes, or else neither of u are gonna get a chance to eat me out >:(

marius and vyn: //suddenly they are angels

#tears of themis #marius von hagen #vyn richter #raccoon!anon #tears of themis headcanons

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Don Rosa: “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros!” or City Slickers 3: The Crystal City

Saludos Amigos, the Ride of the Three Caballeros returns! After some time off to take care of other seasonal commissions and to finally get the life and times fo scrooge mcduck back on a steady pace, everyone’s three favorite chappies in snappy serapes are back for another go round. This time i’ts back to comics one last time as we take a look at “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros: which was the penultimate story from Duck Maestro Don Rosa, and as a result the final one set in present day, as while the next one would have a wraparound segment, it’s a flashback tiding up the one last bit of Scrooge’s past Rosa hadn’t clicked into place yet, and thus we’ll get to that eventually as part of life and times. And honestly it serves as a fittng and satisfying conclusion to Donald’s story.

The geneisis of this one is rather simple in comparison to “The Three Caballeros Ride Again!”. Don Rosa REALLY enjoyed writing TTCRA, wanted to have another adventure with Donaldo and his boys, and given the previous story was a huge hit likely had no trouble convincing his publisher. And since he set the first story in Panchito’s home country of mexico, it only made sense to have the next story in Jose’s home country of Brazil. Adding to it Rosa specifically wanted to avoid using the amazon rainforest this go round, as to him pretty much every story involving Brazil focused on the massive and wonderful rainforest. And while a great setting, Rosa knew there was much more to the country and wanted to show it off. And to his credit.. he’s 100% right as i’ve seen dozens upon dozens of stories set in the rainforest but not nearly as many set ANYWHERE ELSE IN BRAZIL. If their lucky we get to see Rio, but that’s about it. So kudos to Rosa for wanting to display more of a beautiful country and show it had more to offer than merely it’s biggest attraction. As for what treasure they’d be after, the lost city of crystal stuck out to him, having been described in a goverment document that was so degraded when it was found there wasn’t much left to go on and searched for by a famous explorer who was the basis for indiana jones whose name I forgot but we’ll run into his name again later. So yeah not as much setup here and what tiny bit is left can be covered when we get to our villian. So with all that out of the way, let’s ride on!

We open with Scrooge firing Donald and throwing his ass out on the street, berating him for screwing up and then telling him to be back early tommorow to make up for his firing. Then Gladstone literally walks all over him becausae he’s a jackass, and Daisy then shrieks at donald for you know, being stuck on the floor, having messed up the shirt she ironed for him without.. actually you know asking for context, HITTING HIM, then telling him to pick her up for dinner at the ritz.

It’s like this intro was perfectly designed in a lab to piss me off. All three of the characters who on a good day ar excellent but on a bad are outright monsters, at their worst, treating Donald like crap, i.e. the reason to call them monsters, and generally abusing him for flimsy reasons. And again Daisy HIT DONALD. No that’s not right, she shoryukened his ass! She upercutted him! God damn. And her just casually doing that is played for laughs. In a lesser Rosa story this would only get worst and be “oh haw haw”.. instead... to my delighted suprise.. this is all treated seriously. Yeah really. Instead of being treated for laughs like normal, and not being a dark enough work comedically to make it work like say It’s Always Sunny, Donald is seriously depressed, beaten down phsycially and mentlaly and when the boys, who’ve been present for all of this and tried to help him up off the ground, ask why he takes this.. the answer is pretty damn bleak.

Just.. holy shit that’s dark.. and I applaud Rosa for not only recognizing this isn’t always funny, but for actually tackling it. And I will grant Donald being a butt monkey CAN be funny, especially when it’s caused by his own ego. It’s the basis of his entire career. It’s good stuff. My issue has been more that Rosa sometimes dosen’t get that either some aspects have aged poorly, even by the 90′s, and thus dosen’t adjust them or play them more for drama, sprinkling a bit of that in with the comedy. So to see him do that HERE, to acknowledge in some way his own faults and do something with them.. i’m very proud of him and it warms my heart that he could do something like this that shows he could grow and change, even SECONDS from the end of his career, but with no intention of ending his career at that point or even after finishing his next and last story. It just ended up happening that way and as such this story carries even more weight as for all intensive purposes, this is the final tale of Donald Duck for Don Rosa’s Barksian universe. This is the last big tale before whatever triggers Scrooge’s retirement, the last tale he wrote in the here and now. And while not perfect for some reasons we’ll get to from a character perspective? It’s a pretty good note to go out on.

Anyways Donald somehow makes this SADDER by mentoing, when Huey, Dewey or Louie tries to make him smile that he hasn’t smiled in some time before sadly loping off to make their dinner before buying daisy’s.

Yeah... I just.. I need a moment.... Here’s my asistant iwth an important message

Okay i’ve regained my composuer.. and yes I will be shwoing that off at every opportunity. I have generous friends. Now where were we? Ah yes with their uncle in a depression hole, can relate, they figure he needs a nice gift to get him out of it. The boys think he needs friends.. and of course the boys come to mind, though the fact their on the other end of the contient proves a problem.. but Huey, Dewey or Louie has a solution and takes the boys to the Woodchucks because of course they do> Their primary go to for anything is the guide which to be fair contains the entire sum of the world’s knowledge in a guidebook.

So the boys, with the other two likely filled in on the way, plan becomes clear when they stop by Woodchuck HQ and talk to the guy in charge of the badge department, which ahs a fun acronym because of course it does, this is one of Rosa’s faviorite running gags and mine as well.. I just don’t have it in me stamina wise to type the whole thing out. Point is the boys ask that Donald be used as courier for a special shipment of badge’s to Rio. The authority guy is understandably a bit reluctant to give a non-woodchuck this duty, but the boys remind him that in a previous story, not sure if it’s barks or rosa’s, Donald apparently not only found the last remaning pieces of fort duckberg but saved them from the mill. As a result the Fort, which was the original HQ of the woodchucks until Scrooge threw them out, was apparently rebuilt. So the guy in charge is more than willing to not only give donald the duty, but an open ended plain ticket, i.e a vacation. The Nephews do have to guilt him a bit more to get donald a condsensed pamphlet based on the brazil chapter of the guidebook which at this point seems like overkill. Just.. buy him a guidebook boys. IT’s a bit much to ask that a portion of your heavily guarded and protected text be given to your uncle for a vacation and seems like a tad of a stretch but the gag, including the boys getting badges in guilt and convincing, makes it work.

So after the boys set off to telegram the rest of the Cabs, we cut to donald arriving in rio, passing christ the redeemer on the way

The Rio Woodchucks greet donald and take the package for him, giving him new orders to go by cable car to the observation deck atop Sugar Loaf Mountain. This is a real mountain in Brazil and frustrated Rosa because he couldn’t find any pictures of what the station looked like in the 1950′s, despite as he put in his notes having eager fans from the region, researchers and other contacts try to find it, settling for having vintage cable cars pulling into modern stations he got from photos from said contacts. If I hadn’t said it before i’ll say it now the man is a BEAST when it comes to getting things acurate, only bending it if it helsp the story and still making sure his drawings are as accurate as possible. It’s one of Rosa’s most adimirable traits.

Donald took a Donde, some form of streetcar there, hanging on the back and .. uh I have no words for this..

Donald Duck ran into a horse and it farted in his face. Just... why though. This horse naturally is Senior Marteniz, with Panchito currently being thrown out of a cable car for trying to put his horse in there which is fair. What isn’t is people having an issue with his hat. I mean.. people wear hats. I know it’s a bit big for the tight fit of the cable car but still it’s a bit weird to throw a strop about anywhere outside a theater or sports place where he’d be actively obstructing people’s view. And it appears to be the same weirdly crazy asshole.. Imean again the horse thing is resonable but calling it a “crazy hat” I mean yes it’s a big hat.. but ... you you do know mexico exists right? And sombreros? or other cultures at all you weirdly specific douche?

At the top, after a quick and funny hat swap gag, Panchito reveals the triplets called him here.. as did Jose who assuemd it was lovely senorita.. who uppercuts him. And it’s STILL more reasonable to uppercut some rando hitting on you, if not by much, than Daisy’s Domestic Abuse. Anyways the three put things together and Donald realizes via flashback the boys hoped his smile would return and said he’d have help.

Donald, being utterly beaten down by life, apologizes.. but it turns out the boys needed this as much as he did. Jose’s night club career is flopping hard, with his agent unable to get him bookings and Panchito has barely scraped any money together for his ranch dream from last time. It’s a nice touch: That the boys , while having more exciting careers have just as much strife as Donald does and as much problem. It helps make them feel as real as donald, as characters with their own lives and adventures outside of him and their own wants and needs and it really helps the story come alive. Jose however has some suggestions to escape their blues.

But Panchito suggests instead they go for some adventure and go diamond hunting in the plains of brazil, which the two agree to.. and Donald’s a big gung hoe about carving his way through human flesh.. just jesus man.. get a therapist. Your Ducktales counterpart did and he seems mildly well adjusted. So the adventure is on.. and they all toss their hats.. off a mountain. First thing on the provisoins list hats. Before we head on I just wanted to point out even though most of my audience here is likely unaware the movie exists that this Comic honestly reminds me of the 1991 comedy City Slickers starring Billy Crystal, Daniel Stern and Bruno Kirby. If your struggling on the name Daniel Stern, think Marv from Home Alone.

No.. the RIGHT marv. I may not be a huge fan of Home Alone but we respect Daniel sterns in this house. And yes if you didn’t know French Stewart played Marv in one of the sequels now you do. And i’m sorry you know that.

There we go. Right Marv and Wrong Dad from Christmas story. Back on point City Slickers is a terrific comedy I finally saw a few weeks back about three friends all facing mid life crisises, with Billy Crystal being unsatisfied with his career and undsure WHY he does, Daniel Sterns having cheated on his shrewish wife with one of his employees whose also now pregnant, and Bruno Kirby being a ladies man whose faced with the prosepct of settling down, go for a weeks vacation to a cattle drive, as Brunos character tends to set up these trips but this time they actually need it. They encounter cows, assholes and a cowpoke named Curly. It’s pretty good.

But yeah they both feel kinda similar, if with far less drama and crumbling marraiges on the cabs end because you know, this is for children. I’m pretty sure it’s just a concidence but given Rosa’s love of film, even if it’s more 30′s and 40′s films, and how the City Slickers seems right up his alley, I wouldn’t he suprised if he saw it and simply took some slight inspiration from it. Either way the similarity makes me giggle a bit. Again the plots aren’t all the same but the basic setup is about the same, complete with the main character’s family making sure he goes. It’s a bit of a stretch but I thought it was pointing out and while this review is comissioned, how I go about it isn’t so if I want to take a few paragraphs to compare this to an excellent comedy you should defintely see with two underated actors, maybe three i know nothing of bruno kirby other than the man had horse allergies and thus had to take heavy medication every day so good on him, and a lot of fun.

So our premise and pastiche firmly in place, our heroes fly out to the frontier to adventure and Donald even thought ahead on them needing two more mounts and bought them from the local farmer for 100 bucks: It turns out their a llama, who jose takes and an old ox which donald reluctantly takes and wonders how to steer.. which I just got the double pun. Nice touch.

So our heroes head on with Donald expressing suprise they aren’t in the jungle like the movies, Jose correcting him, you get the bit he’s going for. But as they travel Donald not only breaks out the pamphlet but also , once jose mentions finding el dorado, casually mentions he and Scrooge already found it in columbia, and when Jose incrediously mentions that maybe he also already found the lost mines of the incas.. turns out yeah they did that too. Dont’ know if it was a barks or rosa story for either, since I didn’t check that part of Rosa’s notes, but it brings the scene into greatness as the boys not only belivie donald and figure he’s not pulling their legs.. but marvel at his life. And it’s here Donald smiles a bit.. he’s already got his smile back realizing that as miserable as his life can be.. he’s still seen and done things no man, even his globetrotting pals, has sever done before or sense. Found long lost places, solved mysteries and rewrote history.. sometimes literally sometimes in the “found things that changed historical knowledge” sense. Point is.. he realizes he has more to his life than he thought and maybe it isn’t so miserable after all.

Donald also mentions the local waters are filled with stuff and the other Cabs mounts quickly climb on his continuting the gag of the Cabs assuming donald’s some big expert by accident. For me personally it varies in how funny it is, sometimes it’s grating othertimes it’s genuinelly pretty good, your mileage will vary. We then get a page and a half of slapstick with various animals and this gag repeated and it’s eh. Not bad, and there’s a REALLY great visual bit where donald gets squeezed by an anaconda and not only is he comically and tightly squeezeled, but it takes a few panels for it to wear off. Other than that not bad stuff but nothing especially new or really that funny.

Our heroes soon find a pit trap.. and a capybara in said pit trap.. which I also give myself credit for recognizing on sight. Who dosen’t like a good capybara? Their basically a large brazillian rodent if you were curious. Donald asks what can they do and hte boys take it as a secret test of character, and not just donald being kind of lost and decide to help free trapped animals instead of treasure hunt which Donald, much like his entire life, just reacts to with “what what are we doing now?”. But they manage to free the greatful Capybara and we get this inspired bit.

Naturally the sheer confusion of seeing this as well as being confronted with the relaly bizzare nature of his world, i.e. having both a rodent whose an old friend and one that’s clearly just a regular animal causes Donald to fall into the hole. He’s soon found by the natives.. and here we get one of the worst aspects of this story and one I honestly didn’t expect to encounter given Rosa’s research: Calling these indgeinous people’s.. “indians”. Yes really.

We were in 2004 by this point, and even in the cultural cesspool of the early 2000′s, a time where micheal jacksons actions towards children were used for reams of jokes and where R.Kelly got off for the same just because “he makes the good musics”. What i’m saying is even in this time in history, we knew better than to use the term indian and I remember distinctily the term native american being in my text books even at this point as a kid. So Rosa, a world traveled knowledgable adult.. has no excuse for this, not even “It was the 50′s when this was set and they’d used this” as while he had Scrooge being mildly racist in “The Empire Builder from Callisota”, he didn’t you know, have scrooge use the fucking n word or other slurs during the story because you know that’s racist and he knows it’s racist. I’m coming down so hard on him because I expect BETTER. I can, even if it bothers me and I will give out about it, KINDA ignore the daisy stuff because domestic violence against men wasn’t as wellk nown, so while it dosen’t play well and I won’t pretend to enjoy it I can at least understand why rosa thought this was funny when it isn’t> This? The man clearly should know better, should know to use correct terms, and is usually better about this, but just isn’t here and for one of his last stories it’s REALLY depressing to see a man I have a ton of respect for fail this badly. It’s just a small element of hte story but it really sticks out badly and says bad things about an otherwise good man. Even a good man can really fuck up and Don.. honestly really fucked up even when, normally his portryal of indigneous people’s is really good.. and is for the rest of the story. This is just a really bad if really easy to miss bit I feel he deserves some flak over it. He knew better. This story proves he knows better in other ways and knows indgenous people deserve resepect. He just dosen’t show it in his laungauge and it’s disheartaning.

Anyways, the Natives drop donald off with their cheif.. who turns out to not only speak perfect english, but has a rather nice modern setup and clothes. He’s the son of the former cheif whose dad, using a secret crystal city with a rich mine, paid for his son to go get an education in the US and hopefully bring back knowledge for his people. Instead all he learned was to be a greedy selfish asshat who calls his own people “savages”. This is what i’m talking about: While the indian thing is bad and Rosa should feel bad.. the rest of the story does treat these tribal peoples with genuine grace and care, as our main villian is shown as one partly because rather than respect his culture and simply use thenew knowledge of the outside world to help his people by educating them, bringing back new techniques and medcidnes while mixing it with thier old culture, the bastard prince simply wrote them off as savages and used his new learnings to rule them and get them into trapping, a buisness i’ts later made clear at the end of hte story they don’t like and only followed him because he’s their chief. And it dosen’t even come off as them following him as chief because their stupid, mainly just because of tradition and knowing they can’t escape him and he’d just find htem and find some way to cowtow them. The tribe here are innocent victimes forced into a life they don’t want by an asshole who became a colonizer instead of a hero and leader to his people and simply wants to sell them out as soon as possible to fiance a fancy and comfy life for himself. The bad guy here is recycled from Rosa’s pre scrooge work, and works well here and honestly.. is a good villian and a good antagonist, something Rosa struggled with sometimes when not just using what barks made. He’s a chillingly realistic villian: someone who would step on where he came from instead of helping it and again treats these people as simple victims forced to be minons by circumstance and as the end of the story shows, and we’ll get to that, not nearly as stupid or “savage” as this cruel bastard thinks. And naturally being a cruel bastard, Chief, since his name isn’t given, plans to ransom donald as he naturally has no hangups about selling people AND rare animals. Thankfully Donald’s only a prisoner for a bit as Donald’s ox makes a back door and with the help of their mounts the boys free all the trapped animals and escape.. with Senior Martinez accidently taking the Chief’s necklace. Turns out that’s the sigal that signals his right to rule, so he figures if the tribe finds out it’s missing they’ll rightfully dump his ass and tells them to give chase, which the cabs find out about via a wild parrot. It’s better not to ask.

So our heroes head into the wilderness to loose them and find a rocky slope, making their way up to some more plains. They now have both a high vantage, and a place to set up camp so do so. They also found out Martinez took the necklace, and now know why the chief is after them, but Panchito decides to keep it for now till they can figure out what to do with it. SO over the camp fire Donald decides that if they can find this lost mine that the Cheif’s dad used to go to, they won’t need to look for diamonds the hard way and Jose’s skepticism is rebuffed by the fact that Donald’s found plenty of lost cities with scrooge. So donald brings up the legend of the crystal city, with the guy who found it being colonel percy fawceet, and brings up more adventures you get the bit by now. Point is he mentions a crystal arch lighting up at night to ward off intruders.. and sure enough our heroes happen to be right by it, complete with a crystal road that simply had been covered by shale over the years. Donald decides to get some rest and head out in the morning, with a valid explination as to why not to worry about hteir perusers till then: It’s so dark that even if they left a trail, they can’t follow.. which the evil cheif agrees to though he finds the trail they dug up, pointing as an arrow and now realizing his dad’s treasure was real, plans to naturally exploit the hell out of it. So the next morning, bright and early, our heroes have built a raft, and are greatful they looked in first as the waters are stalked with dangerous predatory creatures. How htey haven’t all killed each other, I do not no, but it looks cool so i’ll shut up now. So our heroes leave their mounts behind and head in up the stream via the raft and find the massvie and awe inspiring lost city.. as for why it hasnt’ been found they soon figure out why: THe stream in is dangerous, and jose figures it was delebratly packed with dangerous animals, and thus few would think to go in there, and the only ohter way up is scaling the cliffs it’s build into, but as the cities built into the sides of said cliffs, no one can see it from a distance. It’s a birlliant way to justify just WHY something remained lost and somthing barks is tremendous at. Our heroes soon find though that the canal go deeper and approaches a water fall.. and thus jump off loosing their only way back and thus heading in deeper to see if they can find another way out. Meanwhile the Cheif has found the swamp and recongizes his dad mentoning it and being a greedy jackass, and suddenly realizing that maybe his people won’t want to loot the city their swarn to protect, tells them to guard the Cabs mounts while he goes on ahead.

Our heroes journey deeper into the unknown and after coming across pick axes mine carts and the like find the mines of fear.. lit with crystals and with wall to wall gems. So they’ve sucessful founds the lost minds of ophir, set up by one of king solomon’s realtiives. The actual King Solomons Mines had been found in a barks story, naturally and is also likely the basis for the african mines level in the ducktales game.

Donald being donald.. ends up sitting on a giant anaconda who swallows him whole as he dosen’t realize just how big the thing is when his pals mention it to him, and only escapes through Dumb Luck, as is the duck family way, lighting a match and causing the Anadonda to spit him out and run... unfortunately not only does Panchtio loudley announce he dosen’t have his pistols, The Chief shows up with a gun. Naturally he intends to plunder, because jackass you see, and intends to leave the cabs stranded, with the anaconda picking them off one by one when they inevitibly have to sleep while he’ll come back with inflatable rafts and boats to loot the rest. The cabs bemoan the fact that their fucked.. and then this happens.

So with that Donald FINALLY snaps, tired of taking the world’s shit and determined not to be the looser everyone around him but his boys clearly think he is. Seriously Donald.. dump. her. ass. It’d also tell you to dump gladstone in a shallow ditch but given your love for hacking through human flesh and his luck I don’t want you to impale yourself. So thus.. Donald stops getting polite and starts getting badass.. shouting THAT’S THE LAST STRAW BEFORE.. .. welll...

Bad. Ass. Also who knew Donald was part Kree? Wait .. how though? Questions for later. So as Donald gives the asshole his RICHELY deserved asshole a beat down, the anaconda pops up and grabs the boat.. with Donald STILL fighting the Chief the whole time. Holy shit. If this is your last time writing a character in a lead role what a note to go out on holy jesus. The cabs however show their CLOSE to as badass with Panchito roping the anconda and Jose attacking it once it curls around.. and unlike last time where his umbrella was quickly disarmed, here the Anaconda eats the tip.. only for Jose to expand it and on Panchito’s command, hook the damn thing. I didn’t relaize till writing this up just HOW badass this story’s climax is.. just holy shit this is awesome incarnate.

Donald ends up loosing the fight eventually as asshole whomps him on the head with the gems.. and sends donald flying, destroying the gate regulating the water thanks to freeing the anaconda. As a result asshole escapes.. for about five seconds till he drops over the falls, presumibly to his MUCH deserved death and even if he surivives, likely wont’ for long without anything to defend himself. Goodbye asshole, you were a good villian but you’ll be better tarantula chow.

Our heroes are still stranded.. but Panchito notices the Anadconda escaping and well... he decides to equal donald in badassery. Again..words do not do this justice.

Our heroes disembark, and find that the tribe has been held at bay by the noble steeds, and as I mentioned earlier, and why despite the frequent use of .. that word i’ve said enough already, this story isn’t too bad. The tribe, once free.. are perfectly intellegent and nice, only in the game because of tradition that asshole abused. Their going to head deeper into the valley on the offchance asshole makes it back so he can’t find them. So the tribe is free and seeing the emblem as the symbol of their opressor and not wanting it, they can likely make a new necklace honestly just without the gems, Panchito gets to keep it. So our heroes won, the adventure is over and our heroes head back to rio

In our final scene we get our wrap up with our heroes back in Rio to enjoy what’s left of their vacation.. which given the scope of events only two days of it have passed so far, so it’s nicely implied they have a day or two before Donald has to go back where he can just.. enjoy himself. Have an actual vacation now his soul is whole again. Our heroes went to the authorities, and it turns out the Chief was one of the most infamous trappers in Brazil, and is now again either dead or in no way shape or form easily able to come back into the country.. and when he does, he’ll now have every officer in the country on his ass.So in short he’s pretty fucked and i’m pretty happy about that. Naturally our heroes dont’ get to keep the mines, because well... it belongs ina museum.. or to become a museum and cultural landmark and the boys know and respect that. But Jose and Panchito both still got something out of the deal: for starters they have their confidence back, as seeing tthey could keep up with donald after realizing what a legend their friend is restored their own weary souls. Meanwhile, Jose’s newfound fame as the man who found a new brazilian cultural touchstone means his agent was able to get him booked up for a year, while Panchito , after consulting with the good senior martenez, decided ot keep the broach, and use it to get their ranch. And Donald? What did he find?

Donald found his smile again. He’s found himself again. After letting life beat him to near death, to just a souless shell. he’s found the real Donald. He’s realized that despite Scrooge’s finaical abuses he lives a rich full life. It’s part of why I compared the story to city slickers. While Donald’s life is far worse off than Billys, like him he finds himself again after the rousing adventure. And who knows what his future holds? Given Scrooge’s grave picture, yes Rosa drew that, he probably does marry daisy and work for the old bat.. but maybe now he can fight back, refuse to let htem walk all over him and actually find a healthy relationship with daisy and with his uncle before his uncle finally retires to Goldie’s loving arms. I could be wrong, it could be same as it ever was just he gets angry again.. but I like to think of something better for our boy. A better life and one more fufilled and more happy and one where he finally finds his pot of gold. He may not of found it yet but well.. there’s always another rainbow and he realizes that now just as his uncle did years ago. Donald is finally whole again to find his hapniess and a better life. Maybe with daisy, maybe with scrooge, maybe without them. Probably without Gladstone because he needs to cut that tumor out of his life, but still, he’s found himself and sometimes that’s all you need to find your purpose. So with that warm thought in my head our heroes play us out one last time. Well not for the restrospective obviously but still.

Final Thoughts; While I do prefer the previous story, on going through this again for the review, I did find this story utterly charming and a great way to send off our boys and Donald for Rosa’s work. While again that one word is very unfortunate and Rosa should’ve known better, otherwise the story is pretty imaculate, using history to build a thrilling story with tons of character and a tremendous arc for Donald. And as I said the villian is excellent and overally the story is pretty great. Maybe held back a bit by the racisim, but the rest of the story is so joyous, badass and well crafted, it’s easy enough to override the less savory aspects. Dosen’t mean they didn’t need to be noted it just means this story is magificent and as usual for Rosa’s work I recommend it.

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siriusblackloml · 3 years ago

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hii, for the smut prompt list could I request Draco Malfoy #22 with kink prompt #18 , where draco is the sub? maybe draco did something that made y/n mad, so she decides to punish him?thank you <3

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: draco malfoy x fem!reader

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 8.2k

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: "so pathetic" and humiliation kink (taken from this post)

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you had your own little nickname for draco, one that nobody else was supposed to hear. you nearly slip up one day and almost say it in front of him and his friends. out of annoyance and frustration, draco snaps at you for being so careless. that doesn’t seem to settle well with you though. it was time draco stopped acting like such a brat.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, humiliation, degrading nicknames/degradation, dumbfication, hair pulling, spitting, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamic, slightly intense punishment, use of cock ring, oral sex (male receiving), cum ingestion, praise, draco just being a full on BRAT and not listening to you tbh

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: i’m sorry if this carried on for too long (i haven’t done a sub!draco yet this was interesting to work with) but if you really enjoyed it please feel free to leave a like and reblog! hit me up with some more requests guys i love them so much!!! thank you so much for reading :)

No one could compare to Draco Malfoy. You absolutely adored him, this he was very well aware of. He was special in his own ways of course, ways that made the people around him truly dislike the fellow, but that same principle didn’t apply to you. There is no sure way of knowing just how Draco infiltrated your mind and made you fall so hard, but it happened and there was nothing you could have been more thankful for in life.

The two of you had formed a bond unlike anything else. On the outside, you guys just appeared to be as cold as ice. Not talkative, snappy whenever the two of you were in a bad mood, no emotions spared in your facial expressions pretty much at all times, however if you looked closely, one will notice that this was just a cover. Something to subtle the actual love and adoration that goes on between you two.

You were able to unlock a side of Draco nobody had ever seen before. Therefore, you were special to him, just like he was to you. Well, of course he was special. It’s hard not to call him that when the supposed most evil boy in all of Hogwarts is always on his knees for you. Begging to cum, relishing in your praise and kisses.

Draco had a soft spot to him that completely contradicted whatever persona he showed to the rest of the school. The fact that he was willing to share this with you made it very intimate, but very private as well. There should be absolutely no reason why anybody should know about it. Draco was careful not to say anything to anyone, and of course you were, too.

Not that you even really gossiped about your sex life to your girlfriends. If someone were to ask about it, you shrugged it off. Rolling your eyes and changing the subject was another tactic you grew to love. Draco, on the other hand, was quite blunt with what he chose to tell his friends. Still illusive in keeping the mystery of it all tucked away, Draco would tell his friends it was something along the lines of, “Amazing, exciting, exhilarating.”

Well, you had hoped he described it exhilarating, especially after last night. You edged him for who knows how long, just being the biggest tease because you couldn’t get enough of his whimpers and pleas to cum all over your hand. You had no idea how long he held out for, but you knew one thing for sure.

Draco Malfoy was your good boy. No, scratch that. He was your best boy.

He was truly such a sweetheart to you behind closed doors. The personality switch definitely caught you off guard when you two originally started dating, but it wasn’t something that was disliked in any way shape or form. No, you embraced it all with open arms. His heart was unlike anyone you had ever seen before.

Draco made sure to show his love in a multitude of ways. He did so in a way that made you feel like the most important girl in the world, and you never failed to reciprocate these feelings to him in a variety of your own ways. However, Draco had favored something that you shared with him every chance you got.

Pet names. His heart would flutter at any name you gave him, but one in particular sent him soaring above the freaking clouds.

The first nickname you had chosen for Draco was baby. Simple, innocent, and one you could quietly mutter to him in public. That lost its touch just as quickly as you started using it. So, you started to call him your special prince. You liked the turn it took on the typical nickname, ‘princess’, and he did, too. He didn’t have to verbally tell you that he liked it, Draco’s flushed cheeks were enough to speak for him. It just made your heart melt on the spot.

But he got to a point where he craved for more. Draco told you he wanted another nickname, something cuter than prince. He told you he just felt like something was missing, and you agreed. It could be better, you thought. You thought long and hard for the rest of the night after that request, and then it hit you like a ton of bricks the next morning.

Peanut.

It was so simple and yet so adorable. How many couples used that nickname anyway? It was just too unique, in your personal opinion. The first time you called him that, he melted into a puddle of mush. You thought your heart would consume itself at the sight of him getting all flustered, absolutely belittled at the name.

At some point, it was slowly introduced inside the bedroom, but Draco confessed he liked it to stay the innocent nickname and not something degrading. You couldn’t help but agree, a nickname as innocent as that shouldn’t be brought into a room full of naughty activities.

And that was that. You called Draco that special nickname only when the two of you were together. It only emphasized how private your relationship was and how it should remain this way the rest of your days at Hogwarts. It was your own slice of life, just the two of you, and that’s all you could have asked for in life. Nobody else should have to witness you guys getting so mushy together.

It wasn’t just a privacy thing, but also to save Draco’s image. You knew if anyone caught wind of the fact he was being called ‘peanut’ by his girlfriend, it would be the talk of the century.

Private. That’s all it had to be. That’s how it should stay.

You had absolutely no intention of accidentally slipping up and calling him that nickname today in front of his friends.

You never even got to finish the name that was spilling from your mouth, it truly came out as ‘pean-’, which sounds weird the more you think about it. You had been sitting in the Great Hall, chatting with Draco and a few of his friends. You don’t even remember what you were going to say to your boyfriend as your mind was fried just from the thought you almost slipped up. Key word, almost.

His friends didn’t even notice, still engrossed in whatever story they were sharing with their buddy. Your ears felt like they were ringing and you could just sense the stress radiating off Draco. You turn your head to look at his face, searching for any sort of reaction. Your inspection came back just as you had expected it to; he was pissed.

There was a scowl in his face, and the tip of his ears were turning red from embarrassment. His stillness allowed you to really take in the appearance of his overall body language. His knee was bobbing up and down from under the table, his fingers were digging into his clothed thigh. You knew right then and there that you had for sure fucked up.

You tried to whisper an apology to Draco a few moments later, whenever that story had come to an end, but he didn’t say anything to you. You should just leave, you thought to yourself, try to give him time to cool off. Tap out, if you must. But another part of you knew you had to try and explain it was not on purpose. That was the last thing you wanted his friends to hear.

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place trying to figure out what to do next. Whenever you tried to talk to Draco, he just ignored you and kept focus on his friends. This lasted for at least thirty minutes. The first fifteen minutes made sense to you, maybe he just wanted to act like this so he had a sense of control. He needed that from time to time to calm down.

However, the longer he prolonged this damn silent treatment made your blood secretly boil. It was an accident, how could he not understand that?

The little friend get-together eventually came to an end, and Draco slammed his palms flat on the table as he stood up, immediately darting for the big doors that would eventually lead him to his dorm. You followed suit, yelling out to him, “Draco, wait up!”

He keeps walking, ignoring you once again to the point your body and mind are totally on edge. Once the two of you had entered the hallway, gone up a flight of stairs, and rounded the corner, you spoke to him once again. “Can you please fucking listen to me? I didn’t mean to call you that. They didn’t even notice!”

Draco stops in his tracks and finally turns around to acknowledge you. He eyes you with an apparent frown permanently plastered across his face. He seems to fight back the urge to roll his eyes, not before snapping at you, “Fuck off, Y/N. I just want to go back to the dorm and sleep.”

Two words. It was a simple statement, consisting of two words, that had such a strong meaning behind them. Fuck off. They were the only words that truly captured how Draco was feeling in this exact moment, and you finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t fair. He needed a damn lesson to be put back in his place.

You place your hands on your hips, eyes looking at Draco’s form up and down a couple times. You ask him, “You want to say that to me again?”

Just like Draco previously avoided your conversation from the lack of speaking, his eyes did not dare to meet your own. He glanced at your shoes, his shoes, just about anything but you. In a timid voice, slightly shaky, he tells you, “Y-You heard me, Y/N. I just want to sleep.”

“I don’t think that’s all I heard. You said something else. Go on, tell me again.” You quip, an annoyed sound clicking from the inside of your throat. You didn’t have to work too hard to show off an intimidating stance. You kept very still and crossed your arms, eyes not leaving his face. It was rather difficult not to smack him across the face right here in the hallway, but you held back with every bone in your body.

Draco inhales a deep breath, barely croaking out the words, “I-I told you t-to fuck-”

“Dorm. Now.” You shout at him, voice livid beyond belief. You didn’t think Draco would ever have the balls to tell you that, but the fact he had the courage to even try repeating it? He was in deep shit now. Someone definitely needed to be put in their place because the way he was acting was ridiculous.

Within ten minutes, Draco discarded all clothing besides his boxers and was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. You’re leaning against the dresser that is only a few feet away, also in your undergarments. There was an obvious vein bulging out the side of your temple, your upper lip curling into the same scowl that Draco had not too long ago.

Your heart was pulsating rapidly in your chest. There were few times you would ever have to actually punish Draco, but this was something unlike anything you had ever seen before. He needed the attitude fucked out of him and fast.

“Draco,” you draw out his name in a sassy tone, anger laced in your voice, “I think we need to have a talk about your behavior.”

He attempts to cover his sulking by turning his chin to the ground. He was purposely avoiding your glares, but still spoke up nonetheless. While digging his fingernails into his thighs, he tells you in a soft voice, “I’m sorry, mommy. I don’t know what came over me.”

Your senses are dulled by the irritation coursing your veins. You completely ignore his apology, pushing yourself off the dresser and taking very slow steps towards your boy. He nearly shakes at the way you saunter in his direction. He knew as innocent as it was, your trek across the room was quite the opposite. However, he still chose to ignore eye contact even when you were standing in front of him.

You dig your fingers under the dip of his chin to prompt him to finally look up at you. It was in this moment you realize there were tears matting his eyelashes, but the sight doesn’t even make you flinch. If anything, it only turns you on more. You tut, “So pathetic. You talk back to me and you just expect me to forgive and forget? No, that’s not how this works.”

You missed how innocent Draco used to be. How compliant he would be with the gentle flick of your wrist that made him cum uncontrollably. He would be such a great listener too, and here he was barely able to make eye contact for more than five seconds at a time.

“Please, I feel so bad. Y/N-” He starts off, whimpering at the sound of your name.

You are quick to cut him off. “You are going to take your punishment like a good boy, got it?”

“Yes, mommy.” He mumbles in a soft voice. All the twisted fantasies of punishing your bad boy pause for a brief moment. At the sound of Draco being so compliant, your heart soars. He could be a good boy, he really could be. And when it comes down to times like this when his whole focus is on being so obedient for you, it makes you nearly fall apart.

But that didn’t mean he was getting out of this punishment. He was still stuck in some sort of funk that he desperately needed to get out of. And it was your job to help him, wasn’t it? He just needed a little push towards that good boy persona.

Being in charge of Draco sent a surge of power inside you unlike anything you’d ever experienced before. It made your chest and heart feel like you were on cloud freaking nine. Towering over Draco like a queen staring down a peasant, your eyes take in the sight of your boyfriend’s lip quivering. It was hard not to ignore the growing bulge in his boxers as well. He was anticipating you do to something, anything, but you remained quiet with a smirk dancing on your lips.

A shiver ran up his spine as he continued to look at you. You wondered if the room was too cold, but remembered he would warm up soon. He hesitantly asked, “Mommy, please do something. I hate waiting.”

You lick your lips and take in the sight of his beautiful frame kneeling beneath you. You looked at the various scars that dotted his chest and shoulders, some even on his stomach. In the past he had told you the story of how he got every one of them. A few scenarios were more intense than the others, but it didn’t matter because at the end of the day it just made you want to protect him forever and always.

You finally move your body and squat down to where you’re at eye level with Draco, tucking loose strands of his white blond hair away from his pretty face. You don’t choose to actually answer him with words right away, instead you lean forward and just press a chaste kiss to his forehead.

Fuck, he was too adorable.

Draco let out a cute sigh of content at the notion. With an action so subtle, it made you feel so much love for him. Your heart flutters for just a split second. You had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to subdue the possibility of risking your soft spot for him. If he saw any glimpse of that, he would know that there was no way he’d be getting a punishment now. He needed it though, so you pull back that headspace that got the two of you here in the first place.

You stand up and your hand travels down your stomach pulling out the underwear that covered your most precious spot, showing off your glistening cunt. You couldn't help it, watching Draco tremble in fear turned you on so much.

“Alright, baby,” You begin, thrusting your hips towards his face, “suck mommy’s clit like a good boy.”

The boy nods his head and immediately focuses his eyes on your lower region. You watch him gather up a thick wad of saliva on his tongue, poking it out to swipe over the mound he was all too familiar with. And damn him for being so good at it, too.

This wasn’t like all those years ago when the two of you were first fondling around with each other. Your bodies were no longer awkwardly angled to try and fit like a puzzle piece. He knew you inch by inch. However, you felt like you were a step ahead. You knew him so much better.

The male eagerly swallows your clit fully inside his mouth, sucking on it like the good boy he was. His tongue rolls around it so slowly and occasionally pushes out to tease your wet folds. A seductive hum falls from your lips as you notice the way he closes his eyes. Draco loved tasting you, you knew this, and you admired that he was completely focused on making you feel amazing.

“Just look at you.” You chuckle, still holding onto the underwear so that it doesn’t snap back on his precious little face. The boy hums and it makes you moan again, this time a tiny bit louder than before. “I never would have guessed after yelling back at your mommy you’d be here on your knees, sucking on my clit like a little slut.”

Draco just nods his head and continues to suck softly. His teeth graze your sensitive nub, releasing a strangled groan from the back of your throat. His eyes were still shut throughout it all, and for a split second you wondered if he felt a sense of unworry from doing this. Like an infant baby falling asleep as they suck on their mother’s tit.

This was the exact headspace you desired him to be in tonight. He was falling for your trap so much faster than you had expected.

Your hand comes around the back of his head and you cradle his skull at an angle that makes your exterior point fall perfectly on his tongue. At this point, you can’t help but let out a rather loud moan at the sensation, something that was making your core tighten into that familiar knot.

Draco lets out a giggle into your groin, resuming his licking like nothing even happened. A wicked feeling starts to swirl in your gut. Despite those nice vibrations sending a wave of pleasure to your center, you knew you had to stick your ground.

Your fingers knot themselves in between his thick locks and you instantly pull him away, a wave of longing rushing over you as Draco was removed from the most sensitive part of your body. His lips are a glossy mess and his eyes are full of confusion. He can’t seem to move even with your hold not being that strong.

Letting go of his hair, you bring your hand to his face to pinch his cheek. Draco whines, still confused about what he did wrong.

“It’s not polite to laugh.” You correct him. His cheeks burn not only from the pinch but from embarrassment.

He was quick to apologize though, which made you appreciative. “I’m sorry, mommy. It won’t happen again.”

Shivering at the innocent way he would call you that name, you click your tongue, “Right. Help mommy get out of her underwear.”

Draco nods his head and says, “Yes, mommy.”

His teeth are instantly biting into the waistband, tugging them down as far as his neck and back would allow it considering he was still positioned on his knees. You helped Draco with the rest of the way and stepped out of your underwear, letting it sit casually on the floor to be picked up at a later point. Teasing the boy was all that was on your mind right now. He barely had enough time to look back up at your face before you’re patting the top of his head, telling him, “Get on the bed.”

Within seconds, Draco had got on the bed while you threw off your bra in the same direction of your underwear. You find yourself on the bed crawling ever so slowly towards the boy. There was an almost pure smile on your face that completely contradicted your thoughts and actions that would follow suit.

“I can’t even begin to tell you how pissed off I was earlier.” You are seated between his two calves. His legs were extended outwards as his back rested against the headboard. He seemed so far away, but also sat close enough for you to perfectly see the way his bulge was poking out from underneath his boxers. Draco was aching to be touched, but you couldn’t give in just yet. Especially after the attitude he gave you earlier today. “To tell me to fuck off like that, how stupid are you baby? Do you have a brain that small to make you think that’s okay?”

You could visibly see the way your words made his breathing hiccup. He shivers unintentionally and gulps quietly. Draco was too shy and anxious to say anything to you right now, patiently waiting for you to do something else. Seeing him look so small underneath your power only turned you on even more. But you knew something that would make him turn into a begging mess.

Your pointer finger dipped down and teasingly touched the skin of his left calf, tracing random patterns and trying to push away the fabric of the sheets underneath. Draco’s legs were meant to be fully exposed to you right now. His delicate skin was just itching to be touched. His breath hitched and he barely had enough courage to remain composed.

“I’m so sorry, mommy. I feel so bad.” Draco confesses, intently staring at the way you were grazing his skin.

The same hand that was touching him immediately reaches out to take hold of his knee. You dug your fingers into the skin to make him hiss in pain, watching Draco’s entire body react in time with your touch.

However, you weren’t an idiot. You knew that as much as Draco might wriggle around as if he were uncomfortable, the boy loved it all. You snap at him, “You really should be. I have to punish you now, you know that right?”

The thought of degrading the boy into oblivion makes you hornier by the minute. Your hole couldn’t help but flutter and clench around nothing. It was going to be proven difficult not to hop on his cock already, you need to edge him some more.

“I’ll take your punishment…like a good boy.” He barely whispers the words, but it’s enough to make your heart melt on the spot. It was times like these that made it hard for you to stay composed yourself. You knew your place though. You were here to dominate the boy, not to mewl over his cute obedience.

You raise your hand above his thighs and bring it down once on each canvas of skin, a light smack reverberates throughout the room. A tiny squeak leaves Draco’s mouth at the first smack, a soft moan at the second. He shows you eyes that are just begging you to touch him elsewhere, more specifically his dick.

“You’re such a baby,” you coo, “can’t even handle me smacking your thighs without whining.”

The moment Draco can feel the heat of your hands pull away from his thigh, he subconsciously brings them together and starts to rub them against one another. He bites his lips as he clearly tries to take out some built up tension.

You pull his knees apart in an instant, keeping a tight hold on him as your mouth opens up to snap at him. However, you were soon cut off by the innocent plea of Draco. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Biting your lips, a sudden lightbulb goes off inside your head. The mere idea that was crossing your mind made your cunt scream to be filled by Draco. You show your boyfriend a modest smile as your mind was swirling with a different kind of evil on the inside. It was nothing but chaos and he would soon find this out.

Draco had to have sensed you were planning something though. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your own, remaining silent as he waited for you to speak up again.

Crawling off the bed and turning away, you quietly mutter, “I think I know exactly what to use on you.”

You didn’t have to look back at him to know exactly what was going on. Draco was more than likely raising an eyebrow at your words, watching the way you drew closer to the dresser across the room. You could also feel his eyes boring holes into your ass, but you chose to ignore that.

Draco shuffles against the headboard and hesitantly asks you, “W-What are you going to use?”

“You ask so many questions.” You mumble. You open the top dresser drawer and start to push away some clothes to search for a very particular item that was tucked away. “I wish it didn’t come down to this, peanut, but you leave me no choice.”

The nickname makes Draco’s breath hitch. You couldn’t tell if it was excitement, fear, or something worse. You just knew that saying that nickname, as simple as it was, had such an effect on him. You didn’t like having to bring it into the bedroom between you two, but how else was he going to learn his lesson? He needed to be reminded of why he was here in the first place, right?

“M-Mommy? What are you getting out?” His voice wavers across the room. And that’s when you find exactly what you were looking for.

You pull out the cock ring from the drawer like it was a special gemstone, admiring the way that it glowed in the candlelit room. You turn around towards Draco and watch as his eyes focus on the object. His soul leaves his body at the sight and you tried so hard to hold back a small snicker.

He whimpers, “No, please, anything but that.”

“But you’ve been so bad! I think we need to use it, just for a little bit.” You respond back. You get up on the bed again and position yourself in between his legs, throwing the ring somewhere on the covers.

His ears were burning bright red as he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth. Draco can only nod his head as he watches your hands reach towards his waistband and tug the fabric of his underwear down, finally freeing his cock. He raises his hips to help you take them off quicker, and the sight of his member nearly makes you groan. It springs up against his stomach with a large bead of precum spilling from his slit.

Looking down at him with lidded eyes, you lick your lips at the sight. You just couldn’t help it, even after dating all these years his cock was just breathtaking. Unreal, if you must describe it in any other way. Your hand wraps around his member and slowly tug on it.

He mewls loudly at the feeling, whining to you, “Mommy, please, I need you so bad.”

Chuckling, you let go of him and say, “I know.” You add a little wink at the end just to be a tease.

It’s a notion that makes Draco release a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. You always enjoyed watching the way he struggled to respond to just about anything you talked to him about, but the moment your eyes met it was like something else inside you switched. You see it all in his face. The anger, the embarrassment, the worry, even the longing, all of it.

Sitting up straighter, you start to realize that so far into the punishment you hadn’t even given Draco a proper kiss. So that’s exactly what you do next. You lean in and cup his face, pulling his lips towards your own to engulf them in a soft kiss. His lips were tender as they moved against you, guiding your tongue to briefly graze over his own. Your heart flutters with fireworks and you lean in further to feel his touch. You could practically melt at the way his tongue prodded inside your mouth, tasting you like you were a full course meal.

Nothing could last forever though and you eventually pull away after a few moments. You leave a small peck at the corner of his lips, still cupping his cheek as you look at him lovingly. You tell him, “You know I love you, right?”

“And I love you, too.” He murmurs, shifting back even further against the headboard in hopes you would move your hand around his cock again. Draco was already slipping back into that submissive state of mind and you loved it so much.

Shoving your bottom half into the air, you bring your head closer to his length and wrap your hand around his base. You leave small breaths at his reddening tip, observing the way his thighs squirmed around you. You sigh, “If I could fuck you without having to put my lips around your pathetic cock I would, but I’m not that mean.”

You refer to the way you wished you could hop on his cock without having to prep him, but at the end of the day it wouldn’t be enjoyable for either you or Draco.

Being impatient, you don’t give him time to answer, not that he really deserved it anyway. You jerk his length slowly and finally close the distance between his tip and your lips. You wrap yourself around his cock with spit coating your lips, swirling your tongue around his head. Being so sensitive, Draco instantly lets out a throaty groan.

“Oh my-“ He chokes out. Draco just can’t seem to move over how well you were swallowing his member. You push yourself lower and lower until your nose is practically touching his base. The heat and wetness of your mouth envelopes the length and you suck harshly, running your tongue up and down the tough veins protruding out from the sides.

Draco moans loudly now, practically whining under your power. You can’t help but smile at the reaction you were getting out of him. You knew he wanted to feel you so bad, wanted to cum in your mouth, but it wasn’t going to happen so soon. He still needed to try that damn cock ring on for size.

Just thinking of the way that the cock ring made Draco’s ears turn a bright red instantly brought a blush to your own cheeks. You were desperate to see the way his face would react to your mouth, so you opened your eyes and darted up to watch him.

However, Draco wasn’t even looking at you. No, his eyes were sneaking a peek at the cock ring that lay just a couple feet away from him. You weren’t even processing what you were doing until it was already done. You had pulled off Draco with a small popping noise and clicked your tongue moments later. You had quite enough of this bullshit with him today.

As mesmerized Draco seemed just a few seconds ago, his eyes immediately left the sight of the toy and were looking at you. He widened them and let out a small whimper knowing exactly what was going to come next.

You roll your eyes and scoff, just staring him down with a clearly angry look. “C’mon, really? Can’t even look at me when I’m sucking you off?”

He stutters, “I-I-”

Your eyes turn a shade darker as you reach over to grab the toy, a sigh of disappointment leaving your lips. There was a sour taste in your mouth now. You just wished he could be good for once. Today was just not his day, was it?

“Y/N, mommy- please, I’m sorry, I just-” He begs you, stuttering over his words like a mess.

You finally cut him off as the toy rests in your hand. “Draco, if you really don’t want this, use your safe word. You know I won’t get mad at you if you do.”

You’re only met with silence as Draco stares you down. You don’t think he has ever looked prettier, if you were being honest with yourself. Red cheeks, tears pooling in his eyes, pouting lips as he was desperately trying to figure out what he really wanted from you. You noticed the way his body relaxed into the bedsheets once more.

You sat there for a few more moments to be sure of his answer. Whether it was the candles in the room reflecting the emotions in his eyes or the tears that swelled like the size of a coin, you could see that Draco desperately wanted you. Within the depths of his dark eyes held something you couldn’t ignore. The way he bit his lip only entices you to carry out with your plan, as if he were silently confirming you could continue.

With no safe word being thrown out into the empty silence of the room, you nod your head. “I guess I should continue then, yeah?”

“Yes, mommy.” He mumbles softly.

You suck in a breath at the sensation of a familiar dampness coating your inner thighs. You just shake your head and continue on, “See, you can be a good boy for mommy. Let’s get this on you, alright?”

You clamp the ring around the base of Draco’s cock within seconds. The quick motions of your handiwork make the boy let out a soft hiss, squirming his hips back and forth as if he were trying to scoot away from the toy that was already attached to his body.

He barely lets out a shiver right before whispering to you, “Feels so weird, mommy.”

No, this wasn’t the first time the boy had this on before, but considering it had been so long you couldn't blame him for thinking it felt strange. The rasp in his voice makes your stomach churn. That’s what pushes you to carry out your next move.

You straddle Draco’s waist and pin his down to the mattress, making sure there was no way he would be able to escape your grasp.

The pads of your fingers touch the top of his chest and trail all the way down to his naval. Your fingers connect with his length once more. Using the leftover spit, you start to lube his entire girth and watch closely at the way his eyebrows furrowed together. You tell him in a loving voice, “I know baby, but it’s what you deserve after acting so dumb earlier. Like a dumb slut. Isn’t that right, peanut?”

Draco doesn’t even have time to register the fact you had even been talking to him as you lift your hips up and hover over his cock, pushing his head past your entrance and slowly start to sink down.

Gargled noises leave his cute lips and you could barely understand anything he was remotely trying to communicate with you, giggling at how speechless it left him to feel your hole swallow him whole. It was rather difficult for yourself to even talk. The feeling of Draco filling you up went straight to the coil forming in your stomach, making you let out a soft moan.

Wiggling your hips slowly, you arch your back and watch Draco rarely blink. His cock filled you up perfectly and the sensation was absolutely heavenly.

“I-I’m not a slut.” He whimpers, nails digging into your hip bones that jutted out from your sides.

You eyed the masterpiece you created. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes deciding to finally shut themselves tightly at the feeling of you rocking back and forth, tongue poking out from his inner cheek. You just chuckled, “I don’t know, peanut. You seem to be such a slut for my pussy right now. You like feeling how wet I am? How tight my cunt is?”

Your hands wrap around his neck while your fingers start to dangle in the locks of his hair, encouraging the boy to finally open his eyes again. You moan at the way he stretches you open, finally starting to pick up your hips and move down his length again.

“I-I love it, mommy. Love your tight pussy so much!” He whines loudly, practically pleading you to fuck him properly.

You giggle softly and cradle his head while lowering yourself down onto his thick member once again. Sighing in content, nearly losing track of the amount of time you had wasted just sitting here, you knock your head to the side. You whisper, “Can you beg for me, Draco? Beg for me to bounce on your cock?”

Draco looks at you with a familiar longing in his eyes. He knows he needs you, knows that he can’t move forward without giving you exactly what you wanted. A mischievous grin spreads across your face at the way he scrunched his nose. He was ravaging in the pleasure of your velvety walls squeezing him so nicely, like you were meant to sit on his dick like it was a throne.

The thought of pulling his hair, biting down on his neck, and fucking him senseless flashed across your mind in an instant. Draco looked so submissive for you, you just needed to ruin him. However, he knew what was required for such. If he wanted it so bad, he could use his big boy words and tell you.

There was a subtle thrust up towards your core that brought you back to reality. His cock had brushed against your special spot and made you gasp in an instant. A satisfied shock of electricity runs up your spine and you nearly groan at the feeling. Draco had you on edge all night for fucks safe, you couldn’t help being so damn sensitive.

The boy chokes out a rather needy prayer for you, “Please mommy! I need you to move so bad. I’ll be good for you, I-I promise! Please, please just move. Need to feel your pussy bounce on my cock.”

To hear Draco whisper that last sentence in such an innocent voice felt like a huge gust of wind had knocked the breath out of you. Fuck, this boy was truly going to be the end of you.

Your mouth goes dry and all you can do is nod your head in approval. You tell him in a soothing tone, “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? Such a good boy.”

You finally start to pick up your pace and ride him properly, his member sliding in and out of you rapidly. You humped him diligently, trying to ignore the overwhelming high that was approaching so quickly. The way your hips came down onto his cock was the only thing that mattered right now.

Seeing Draco’s face contort into pleasure nearly made you come undone on the spot. He didn’t bother muffling the moans that spilled from his lips, his mind blacked out and only focused on the way you fucked him so well.

“Fuck, baby, you’re such a good boy for mommy. Your cock makes me feel so good.” You moan, petting the sweat drenched hair on the side of his head and tucking some loose strands behind his ears.

The submissive boy just sits there and throws his head back against the headboard with a loud bang. You knew deep down that it had to have hurt him when he did that, but you couldn’t care right now. No, right now you needed to fucking come.

Draco’s hands smooth down your curves and find themselves resting on your bottom, lifting in time with your thrusts so that you could bounce down onto him even harder than before. The tip of his member was hitting your g-spot over and over again. You moan loudly at the sensation in time with Draco, feeling tingles run up and down your spine. Your heart fluttered at the sound of your boyfriend responding back to you, “F-Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Your cunt and his cock were just like magnets, his member being able to find your special spot in an instant and ramming into it repeatedly. Draco watches closely as your own face started to scrunch up in pleasure, knowing you were losing the battle to the rapture of his length being so damn deep inside you.

Your practiced thrusts were growing louder as the sound of smacking echoes off the walls. You feel wetness seep in between the crevice of your thighs around Draco’s lap, even furthering the intense sensation as you thought to yourself, ‘fuck that is so hot’.

“You’re the best boy, Draco. All mine and nobody else’s.” You moan, gripping his hair tightly.

While you start to angle your hips in a different direction, Draco fumbles over his words. “Y-Yes- fuck, I am- your good boy! Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good.”

It was hard not to notice the slip up of your name while you continued to bounce harder on his cock. You tease him playfully, “Aw, is my baby so fucked out that he can’t even remember what to call me? There’s not a single thought behind that cute face of yours, is there? Huh?”

Your hand finds its way to his face, holding onto his jaw carefully while you squeeze his cheeks together in a way that pries his mouth open. You inch closer to him and spit directly onto his tongue, watching the way his eyes widen. You command him, “Swallow.”

“Mommy…” He whines out, listening to your instructions and swallowing the spit like it was nothing. The sight only makes your stomach do a backflip. You unconsciously groan and feel like your hole was going to be split open from how hard you would come.

Suddenly, Draco’s fingers are leaving your ass and winding down to your clit, circling around the sensitive mound as he narrows his eyes upon your own. This only made you fuck him harder, listening to his cute mewls and small breathes.

There’s a wave of excitement that rushes over you at the feeling. Your body jolts and squeezes Draco with a deadly grip. He shuts his eyes briefly for a moment when you contract around him, his fingers only starting to pick up pace, and it makes your own fingers dig into his shoulders.

He knows the rules were to not touch you unless you had given permission. So much for being a good boy, right?

But the way the pads of his fingers swiped so elegantly across your clit just makes you determined to chase your orgasm faster than before. You’re picking up your pace now, the tip of his cock brushing against your cervix perfectly. Draco was making you feel so full you were seeing stars.

You moan loudly, “Ah! I’m so close!”

Your mind is swimming in ecstasy as your nub buzzes against him. Chants of his name leave your lips, thighs starting to give out as your high finally starts to wash over you. Draco mutters all sorts of words into your neck, but your ears are ringing so loudly everything is muffled. That coil had finally come undone and it left you clenching around Draco as tight as you could, the sound of both of your moans filling the air.

“Fuck! Yes!” You practically scream, slowing down as you have been hit with such a strong wave of pleasure. Your body tenses and slowly starts to relax again as you lean against your boyfriend’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Your entire body felt numb from how hard your high had hit you. You could’ve sworn you were on drugs, but it felt so damn good. Draco had truly been the best boy after all, despite all the messing around from earlier. He finally made you come and you knew right away that this had definitely been the most enjoyable one by far.

The boy was so deserving of a treat now.

As soon as your mind comes back into focus of what was going on, you’re reminded of how physically weak Draco was after all this poor torment. Well, that and the fact he still had the ring on. The boy was holding onto your hips now to make sure you didn’t fall over, but he was holding onto you so tightly. It was as if he were clutching onto you for dear life. You could feel the throbbing of his cock inside you, pulsing against your walls, so eager to cum.

You smirk and push yourself up from his chest, leaving a small kiss on his cheek. “Because you were so good for mommy, I’ll take the ring off now.”

Draco can only smile brightly at this, telling you, “I don’t think you have any idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You giggle at his words and slowly start to push yourself up from his length. Your hole burns sharply and you try your best to ignore the strain on your thighs. The orgasm had completely transformed you into mush and you knew damn well you would be sore for days now. It was completely worth it, though.

Just like you had been previously positioned earlier to place the ring, you got in between his legs and grabbed a hold of his member. Your hand is wet from your own juices and you hum instantly. “Fuck, I didn’t realize how much I came…”

Draco exhales at the feeling, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as you take the ring off him. He pathetically cries out, “Y/N, I-I’m so close, I swear if you just-”

You cut your boyfriend off by pushing the tip of his cock into your mouth so you can swirl your tongue around his head. You pump his length quickly, humming at the taste of your own pleasure that was covered around his slit. You engulf him further than before, swallowing the member in your throat.

Draco absolutely loses it now. With a low groan, he lets go of all his built up pleasure and releases inside your mouth in the matter of seconds. He’s cursing and shouting multiple swear words as he shoots hot ribbons of his seed inside your mouth, coating the back of your throat.

He’s left shaking as you eagerly swallow the liquid, pulling off his member and sitting up. The moment your eyes connect with each other again, you can’t help but giggle and he does the same. There was nothing particularly funny about the situation, it was just amusing. And to hear the boy’s cute laughter made your heart swell with love for him. He whispers, “Thank you, mommy.”

Wiping away any leftover spit from the corners of your mouth, you weakly crawl towards Draco and situate yourself by his side, enveloping the two of you with the covers that lay underneath. The moment your naked bodies rubbed against each other, you were wrapping your arms around his shoulders while Draco held you closely by your waist.

“Draco, that was…shit, that was something else.” You mutter quietly, feeling Draco let out a silent laugh. “I’m sorry if I got carried away at any point.”

Snuggling softly into the frame of your body, the boy leaves a soft kiss at the top of your head. Draco runs his fingers through your hair and swiftly brings your chin up to look at him. He responds back, “It was great, don’t worry about it. I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier today. I was already having a bad day and that just set me off.”

You couldn’t help but laugh adoringly at him. You mumble, “I love you so much, peanut.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah, I love you too, dork.”

The two of you giggle and push your lips together, kissing one another for a few moments before pulling away. Before you are lulled into the world of sleep in his arms, you think back to the events of today. A part of you had secretly hoped Draco would snap at you again like he did earlier. Of course, you had hoped he did this for purposes related to teaching how to be a good boy for you again. You couldn’t let Draco run around and be a bad boy for mommy, now could you?

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The Power of Words: Lance edition

Warning: Looong post. Maybe worth it though?

Something I’ve noticed about Lance since the beginning of the show is how influenced he is by the words people say to him. I think it explains the way his character shifts so much between three different stages. I’m going to label them as three main responses.

Gloating/pride.

Defensiveness/self-preservation

Insecurity/realisation.

They vary between each category.

(Please note: This is a shipless post. No shipping lenses here. Safe for anyone.)

The first instances I noticed this with could actually, potentially, allude to his entire arc. It is this comparison between the way Iverson treated him compared to Shiro in episode 1. From Lance’s perspective, both these men are above him in age, experience and rank. What they say to him matters. I noticed this because of the way the shots would hone in on his expression after, 1. Iverson’s scolding, naturally throwing Lance’s deficiencies around in his face, 2. Shiro acknowledging Lance by name and regarding him with thanks and an open palm, and 3. when Shiro asked Lance to complete his first mission.

Compare the expressions:

Humiliated and crushed.

Unsure, but honoured.

Completely certain of himself.

All these expression were provoked through words by those who rank above him. And you can visually see the way Shiro’s trust and kindness instantly lifts him. It’s like a switch.

Words are a switch for Lance.

Now let’s look into some other instances in each category I mentioned above:

1. Gloating/pride.

The entire situation with Nyma reflected Lance’s easy influence to deception through endearment and words that bolster his pride. He loves to gloat, especially in front of girls. It’s what boys like to do. This, of course, carries connotations of him trying uphold this ideal image of himself he has inside his head, which, unsurprisingly, would likely look a lot like Shiro.

And Nyma spurs this on. She’s obviously done this before, and the words she uses easily deceived Lance into doing what she wants. They’re little compliments that make him feel good, a bit of goading, some endearments and feigned interest around the sides. It’s everything Lance has ever dreamed of. He’s easily influenced by everything she says and it leads him straight into a trap. He willingly gave her his hand as he trusted her completely because she told him everything he wanted to hear.

It becomes clear that Lance values the words of those around him, even complete strangers.

Now, hopefully, Lance has learnt from that mistake.

Other examples of how words really bolster and lift his pride, and thus, his ego include these:

A theme that squeezes it’s way out here is the type of people that really influence Lance. Girls and heroes. Not exactly the most realistic and ideal things to be influenced by, but what it does is illustrates him as what he is. A teenage boy. Teenage boys love girls and they love their heroes. Who is he gloating to here? Allura. A beautiful girl. Why is he gloating? Because Shiro, his hero (lol) complimented him. He’s feeling on top of the world. You compare that to how he was feeling before with the Yupper, and it’s a stark contrast. So, he’s very sensitive to words. He’s also a drama queen.

In this case with Shiro, compared to Nyma, it’s a positive thing. Mostly because Shiro isn’t deceiving Lance into anything, he’s paying him a well-deserved compliment. It bolsters Lance’s own idea of where he fits on the team and, yeah, he gloats. Because he’s proud and thrilled about his hero/leader saying these things about him. If the Queen of England called me a great sharpshooter, you know what, I’d believe it, and I’d gloat for the rest of my life. (Hint: I am not a great sharpshooter.) Shiro is obviously a heavy influence over Lance and his perception of himself. His words mean a lot. So I found it interesting when Lance channelled that kind of encouragement of Shiro’s in season 3 + 4 towards both Keith and Allura. (More on that later.) I also think it’s interesting to compare Lance seeking approval from Shiro to Lance seeking either validation or confirmation from Keith in season 3. Shiro was there at that point, but was not the ‘leader’. The dynamics had changed and Lance was in the process of accepting that. So he sought out Keith. If we look at this without a shipping lens it looks a lot like Lance, having accepted Keith as the leader, is seeking Keith’s opinion like he would Shiro’s. You can see his perception of Keith has shifted and matured a lot here. Good growth.

So now we see how his pride affects him, and who provokes it–let’s get into point 2.

2. Defensiveness/self-preservation.

Lance has an idea of himself he wants to uphold. When someone threatens that idea he can become prickly. Three parts of his idea include: His sharpshooting, intelligence and piloting. These are threatened by mainly Pidge and Keith. Examples:

What I’d like to focus on here is his face in the last frame. It’s a very quick transition between that and him grinning again. But he definitely was unhappy with Pidge’s words. And we’ve seen how influenced he is by words and opinions of him. It really shows in this episode. He didn’t say anything to retort her, but from that expression he looks offended–and potentially already starting to question himself. He had already felt the need to defend his skills when Pidge reminded him he only had a single shot. Pidge has a tendency to push. And her words are very–very sharp and honest. Most of the time. Remember, she also likes to kid around a lot. However, she’s also the ‘brains’ so her words can become tangled up in someone’s mind when she’s joking. What actually might have been a good natured tease, might become something doubt-inducing instead. Because people believe her. She’s an origin of facts and reasoning. Even Keith doubted himself based on her words after she called him a ‘loner’. So why wouldn’t Lance begin to question his skills when someone as smart as Pidge doubted them right in front of his face? It leads to later self-doubt that continued throughout the episode and into season 3.

Something to note is that Lance first reacts against Pidge’s words, but later convinces himself through circumstances and time that they are true.

And we all know how this escalates later into another spiral of self-doubt after Blue rejects him.

Compare this to Keith and Lance’s interactions, which a much more intense and instantaneous.

This exchange with Keith highlights similarly his self-preservative tendencies when his piloting is brought into question. The way Keith says ‘cargo pilot’ is clearly derogative, which alludes to the idea of it being a very much undesired and looked down upon position in the Garrison. He immediately places Lance on a lower level to him, and Lance…doesn’t appreciate that. He reacts violently and defensively with his own insult on his tongue just for Keith. Now, Lance is a naturally good natured person, but many of his interactions at the beginning with Keith have a heavy undertone of real bitterness. 1. Keith is a psychological threat to his reputation. And 2. Keith literally verbally degraded his reputation. The way they interact very much reflects the rivalry Lance mentioned, however one sided. The point is, Lance rejects, deflects and repels anything Keith says to him near the beginning with intense dislike. Keith’s words were like being burned with a hot poker and then flinching away from it only to smack it out of the person’s hands. Keith’s words spur out a defensive Lance.

Now, it’s important to understand Keith isn’t the villain here, as Lance doesn’t respond very maturely, and for the most part, Keith isn’t serious about what he says. What’s interesting is that Lance spurs out Keith’s humour, but Keith isn’t the best at translating that verbally as humour. It comes out instead as an attack in Lance’s mind. So, when I say Keith threatens Lance’s skills, I don’t mean literally. I mean he threatens Lance’s idea of his skills.

Keith threatens Lance’s idealised version of himself. One, as I mentioned, that is very likely carved out of how he perceives Shiro.

Keith also threatens Lance’s idea of his intelligence.

Here, naturally, Lance reacts with intense defensiveness, going straight for another insult directed at Keith. It’s instant–like a switch–the way Keith’s words drive Lance straight up the wall. The warning bells are going, ‘threat, threat, threat’, and he’s reacting faster than he can even come up with a decent insult. In this case, he has Hunk to back him up. And look how pleased with himself he is. His insult was honestly terrible, Keith get’s all the points for creativity there.

Again. The dialogue is snappy between them. There’s barely even a gap between one before the other is starting.

But you get the picture. Lance has an image to protect. And people like Pidge and Keith, with cutting words, challenge it. Hunk backs it up. Shiro bolsters it. And pretty girls encourage it.

Now let’s get to what you all love most: some soul crushing angst.

3. Insecurity/realisation.

What we’ve touched on before was how Pidge’s words tease out Lance’s doubt at times. And it’s not her fault, it’s just the way Lance clings and reacts to words in relation to how he views himself.

What struck me here was the way he even listened to the Yupper. He’s on self-doubt spiral and if you’ve ever been through one of those, you know that sometimes the only thing you can take in is more negatives. The Yupper ‘agreeing’ with Lance, and then Lance agreeing with it says a lot about how words can affect him when he’s in that kind of spiralling mood. More so, the phrase, ‘I thought’ suggests that he doesn’t think that any longer. He did at the start of the episode, but not by this point, as a result of Pidge bringing up something that conflicted his own image.

Then again here: All he’s seeing, once again, is the negatives. Pidge’s words stick. In comparison, Keith’s past insults don’t. Not to the same extent. Lance doesn’t cling to those like he does to Pidge’s. But what I liked about here is this part (and look, I’m getting way into symbolism, sue me, I like it):

Now, the ‘lion roaring’ here, for me, is going to be translated into something equal to a ‘voice’. It’s words that constantly throw Lance around for a loop. Words that tell him he’s great, words that tell him he’s not, and words that say one thing only to mean another. I find it significant that the Red Lion ‘roars’ for him, and Lance hears it. It becomes confirmation that he does belong there as a Paladin. Verbally, almost, in a sense.

He seeks verbal confirmation of his place later on with Keith as well, as I mentioned before as he settles in with Keith’s new position. Lance has to hear it to believe it. Which is why I think his expression was still so dull when he said thanks to Keith just before leaving. He didn’t quite get what he came for. So I’m hoping the writers touch on that again. I found that scene ironic since Lance was taking on that specific side of Shiro for the others previously, but he still needed it returned.

Finally, okay I’m near the end, I promise. Here’s the finale.

Lance is learning how words are not only important to him, but how he can use them as tools to lift his teammates. He seems to be very much aware how much encouragements and advice can help and lift his friends in season 3 + 4 especially. Specifically for Allura and Keith, who both displayed similar doubts about themselves as Lance has before, and continues to. Lance understands it. He understands doubt.

Examples: (I know you know what they are, but I love pictures)

So, in its essence, what I’m trying to say is Lance is finding his own ‘voice’.

With all these other voices around him telling him who he is and isn’t, Lance is learning that the one voice that really matters is his. And not in accordance to himself, but in the way he can use it for others. He’s spent a lot of time listening to the voices around him, but it’s about time he began using his own.

And the others listen.

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